#men's suit buying guide

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Top Men's Suit trends to Watch in 2024

Men’s fashion in 2024 showcases a blend of innovative styles and classic elegance. This guide explores the latest trends, from suit styles and colors to fabric choices, along with essential styling and care tips to ensure you look your best.

1. Exploring the Range of Men’s Suit Styles for 2024

Tailored Suits Providing a Precision Fit for Modern Elegance

Tailored suits are designed to offer a perfect fit, enhancing both comfort and style. These suits are expertly crafted to complement your body shape, providing a sleek, refined silhouette ideal for a sophisticated appearance.

Italian Suits Featuring Luxurious Craftsmanship and Timeless Appeal

Italian suits are celebrated for their luxurious craftsmanship and elegant cuts. These suits, made from high-quality fabrics, are perfect for high-profile events and stylish occasions, offering both traditional and modern design elements.

Jodhpuri Suits Combining Classic Design with Modern Fashion Trends

Jodhpuri suits offer a distinctive blend of classic design and contemporary style. Traditionally worn in India, these suits now feature modern elements, making them suitable for weddings and formal ceremonies with a touch of tradition.

Two-Piece and Three-Piece Suits Providing Versatility for Formal and Semi-Formal Settings

Two-piece suits are versatile and suitable for various occasions, from business meetings to casual events. Three-piece suits, which include a vest, add an extra layer of sophistication for more formal settings.

Casual Suits Designed for Comfort Without Compromising Style

Casual suits are crafted for comfort and relaxed style. Made from lighter fabrics and featuring relaxed cuts, these suits are ideal for semi-formal events and everyday wear.

Designer Men’s Suits Showcasing Unique Cuts and Premium Fabrics for Statement-Making Looks

Designer men’s suits are known for their unique cuts, high-quality materials, and innovative designs. These suits are perfect for making a fashion statement at special events, combining exclusivity with style.

2. Choosing the Ideal Suit for Every Occasion in 2024

Best Suit Options for Weddings Providing Luxurious Looks for Your Special Day

For weddings, Jodhpuri suits or Italian suits are excellent choices. Their luxurious fabrics and elegant designs make them perfect for grooms and groomsmen, ensuring a refined and sophisticated appearance.

Statement-Making Party Wear Suits Ensuring a Bold Impression at Social Events

For social gatherings and parties, designer men’s suits and Italian suits offer a striking appearance. Opt for bold colors or patterns to stand out and make a memorable impression at any event.

Casual and Semi-Formal Suits Balancing Comfort and Style for Everyday Wear

Modern tailored suits and two-piece suits are ideal for casual and semi-formal occasions. They offer a stylish yet relaxed look, suitable for casual meetings or informal gatherings.

Professional Business Suits Achieving a Polished Look for the Workplace

In professional settings, classic business suits and precision-fit tailored suits are the ideal choices. These suits ensure a sharp, polished appearance for interviews, meetings, and daily office wear.

3. Trendsetting Colors for Men’s Suits in 2024

Timeless Black Men’s Suits Providing a Classic Choice for Formal Occasions

The black men’s suit remains a staple for formal events. Its versatility makes it suitable for various occasions, offering a sophisticated and classic look.

Refined Navy Blue Men’s Suits Offering a Modern Alternative for Versatile Use

Navy blue men’s suits provide a stylish alternative to traditional black. Their versatility makes them suitable for both formal and semi-formal events, offering a modern yet classic appearance.

Contemporary Grey Men’s Suits Delivering a Sleek and Modern Look for Various Events

Grey men’s suits offer a sleek and modern look suitable for various occasions. Whether for business or social events, they provide a stylish and adaptable choice.

Warm Brown Men’s Suits Presenting a Unique and Inviting Option for Seasonal Appeal

Brown men’s suits offer a distinctive alternative to more conventional colors, making them ideal for fall and winter. Their warm tones add elegance and uniqueness to your wardrobe.

Bold Patterns and Vibrant Colors Allowing Expression of Individuality with Flair

Boldly patterned and vibrantly colored suits are trending this year, allowing you to express your personality and stand out with flair.

4. Selecting the Best Fabrics for Men’s Suits in 2024

Versatile Wool Suits Offering Classic Fabric for All Seasons

Wool suits are versatile and classic, suitable for all seasons. Their durability and timeless appeal make them a reliable choice for various occasions.

Lightweight Linen Suits Ideal for Warm Weather Comfort

Linen suits are perfect for warm climates, offering lightweight and breathable comfort. They are ideal for maintaining style during hot weather.

Relaxed Cotton Suits Providing Comfort for Casual and Semi-Formal Settings

Cotton suits offer a comfortable and relaxed option for casual and semi-formal events. Their breathable fabric ensures ease of wear while maintaining a polished look.

Innovative Blended Fabrics Combining Functionality and Style

Blended fabrics, such as wool-polyester mixes, provide functionality and style. These fabrics offer durability and a refined appearance for everyday wear.

5. Where to Find the Best Designer Men’s Suits Online

For those seeking designer men’s suits online, Samyakk is an excellent destination. The site offers a broad selection of luxurious suits, including precision-fit tailored suits and sophisticated Italian suits. With detailed product descriptions and high-resolution images, Samyakk provides a seamless shopping experience for finding your ideal suit.

6. Essential Styling Tips for Men’s Suits in 2024

Enhancing Your Look with Stylish Accessories to Add Flair and Sophistication Accessories such as ties, pocket squares, and cufflinks can transform a suit, adding a personal touch and enhancing your overall look.

Choosing the Right Footwear to Complement Your Suit and Match Suit Formality Selecting the right footwear can enhance your suit’s appearance. Choose classic leather oxfords for formal occasions or stylish loafers for a more relaxed look.

The Importance of Professional Tailoring for a Perfect Fit and Optimal Appearance Professional tailoring ensures your suit fits perfectly, enhancing both comfort and style. This process helps your suit look its best and feel more comfortable.

7. Caring for Your Suit to Maintain Its Quality

Regular Dry Cleaning to Preserve Suit Quality and Maintain Fabric Integrity Regular dry cleaning helps maintain the fabric and appearance of your suit, ensuring it stays in top condition.

Proper Pressing Techniques to Keep Your Suit Crisp and Remove Wrinkles Use a steam iron to press your suit, removing wrinkles and maintaining its crisp, polished look.

Storing Your Suit Correctly to Protect Its Shape and Ensure Longevity Store your suit in a breathable garment bag to protect it from dust and damage, helping to maintain its shape and extend its lifespan.

Final Thought

The latest trends in men’s suits for 2024 offer a diverse range of styles, colors, and fabrics to suit every occasion and personal preference. From tailored suits to luxurious designer options, understanding these trends and following essential styling and care tips ensures you look sharp and stylish. For a wide selection of designer suits, including luxurious Italian options and precision-fit tailored suits, Samyakk is a top choice, offering an excellent shopping experience for finding the perfect suit.

People Also Ask:

1. What Are the Key Differences Between Tailored Suits and Off-the-Rack Suits? A: Tailored suits are custom-fitted and offer a precise, personalized fit, while off-the-rack suits come in standard sizes and may need alterations. Tailored suits typically provide better quality and a more refined appearance.

2. How Do I Choose the Right Suit for a Wedding? A: For weddings, choose elegant suits like Italian or Jodhpuri styles. Classic colors such as navy, black, or grey are timeless. Consider the wedding theme and venue, and ensure the suit fits well and complements accessories.

3. What Are the Best Fabrics for Men’s Suits in Different Seasons? A: For warm weather, opt for linen or cotton suits for breathability. Wool and blended fabrics are ideal for cooler seasons. Italian suits offer versatility across seasons due to their high-quality materials.

4. How Can I Maintain and Care for My Suit to Ensure Longevity? A: Dry clean regularly, press with a steam iron to remove wrinkles, and store in a breathable garment bag. Avoid over-wearing and use suit hangers to maintain shape and extend the suit’s lifespan.

5. Where Can I Find the Best Designer Men’s Suits Online? A: For top designer men’s suits, Samyakk offers a premium selection, including tailored and Italian designs. Browse their online collection for high-quality suits and excellent customer service.

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Bad Santa

sleazy mall Santa!Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: Frantically seeking relief during the Christmas rush, the Santa at your local mall is the last person you'd expect to help.. and the only one who can.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Reader is a hot and horny mess and wears a short skirt. Mall Santa is a perv, but he's your perv. Semi-public masturbation (f). Squirting. Cockwarming. Semi-public sex. Infidelity. Unprotected piv. Oral (m & f receiving). Analingus (f receiving). Possibly illegal use of a candy cane. Creampie. Come swallowing. Santa Joel is a menace and a sleaze but that's what we all need, right?

Author's Note: one of the first things I learned about @strang3lov3 is that we share a deep love for Bad Santa (and Billy Bob in general) so this is written in her honor. Bug, I hope you enjoy Santa Joel, and don't forget to leave out some cigs and whiskey for him on Xmas Eve. (And the latest edition of Hustler. He's an old-school magazine man.)

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You're home on Christmas break from college and all you want to do is fuck the boyfriend you left behind and have been faithful to for four long, painful months. But the only thing on Derek's mind is doing last minute Christmas shopping.

The mall on Christmas Eve is the last circle of hell.

Derek guides you through the crowd. "Sleigh Ride" plays over the speakers, tinny, bright and cheery. You hate it. You're impatient. You're horny. You need to find a way to get him alone, even just a fingerbang would suffice. For now.

You pass by the huge Christmas tree in the center where the mall Santa waits with bored-looking elves. There's no line, which is surprising given it's the last day for photo ops.

Santa watches as you pass, cheap plastic beard hanging off, revealing gray scruff, his red suit wrinkled and stained. You track his gaze roving over your figure, fully concentrating on the jiggle of your ass under the short skirt you'd picked out in the hopes of getting a quickie.

"God damn," you hear him mutter. "Merry Christmas, babygirl." he calls out.

You glance back and see him pull the beard down, wiggling his tongue at you in a lewd manner.

Fucking sleaze. But your pussy is wet and throbbing, and this is the first bit of attention you've had all day. You respond by stuffing your tongue in your cheek and making a blow job motion. Santa licks his lips and subtly palms his cock over his fluffy red pants.

Derek, oblivious, is walking you towards a department store.

"Mommy said she'd like a new bathrobe for Christmas," he says, bringing you past the awful perfume and makeup counters. You heard right.. Mommy. What the fuck?

"Didn't you already buy her a foot massager?" you ask, barely hiding your disinterest, looking around for a corner where you can blow him.

"She said she wants the robe instead," he says, diligently checking each one on the rack. Pink, green, blue, they're all in ugly prints and you wonder how little he must think of his mom to actually buy her a bathrobe instead of something nice.

But the bigger problem is your aching cunt.

"Derek, come on, just pick one out," you beg him, whispering in his ear, giving his lobe a little bite.

"Calm down, we're in public," he chides you over nervous laughter.

"So? That makes it more exciting." Closer to him as the clothing rack hides you, you cup his crotch, disappointed to find he isn't even remotely hard. Not a problem. You know exactly how to get him started.

"Let's go to the dressing room," you tell him before he can remove your hand. "I'll let you do whatever you want, please, I just need you now.."

"Get a hold of yourself," he whispers harshly, finally pulling your hand from him.

"Derek, what the fuck?" you whisper back. "Your horny girlfriend wants you to fuck her in a semi-public place and you're limp as a fucking noodle. Don't you want to at least watch me get off?"

You're not even allowing him time to think about it, leading him to the men's dressing room, where you're less likely to set off an alarm than the women's. You step into the first stall and push him against the wall, caging him in with your arms.

"Sweetheart, what the hell?"

"Fuck me," you tell him. "Jesus, Derek, I'm pussy on a plate right now." You lift your leg, rubbing against him, but only the fly of his jeans provides any feeling. "And you can't even get hard??"

"You're coming on a little strong," he says faintly, as if he's being cornered by a feral animal. And in a way he is.

You lean back on the little dressing room seat, hiking up your skirt. "At least eat me out, for Christ's sake," you whine, fingers dipping into your dripping-over cunt.

"Darling! You're acting like a crazy person," he says, shielding his eyes as you desperately finger yourself.

"You're such a pussy," you grunt out, breath hitching as you fuck yourself on two, then three fingers.

"You're not wearing any panties??" he says too loud, but you're past caring who hears, or if anyone even walks in. You'll gratefully fuck the store manager and the security guard who'll probably come to haul you away.

Derek keeps his gaze averted as you continue shamelessly fucking your hand, reaching inside your dress to twist your nipple. "Derek.. fuck.. you just gonna stand there and be useless?" You shove a fourth finger in your snatch, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your boyfriend is deeply afraid as he risks a peek from between his hands covering his face. "You look possessed! You have to stop or someone's going to hear you!"

"Baby, please, put your cock in my mouth," you beg, still working yourself into a frenzy. "Jizz on my face, anything, please!" You're on the floor now, riding your own fingers, your other hand madly strumming at your clit like a perverted version of air guitar.

There's a knock at the dressing room door, to which you answer "Go away, we're fucking" Then you come, squirting all over the bathrobe Derek was going to gift his dear mommy.

"You're lucky that guy didn't turn us into the police," Derek says, tight-lipped as he leads you back towards the center of the mall. "Got it all out of your system?" He's leaving the store embarrassed and minus any gifts.

"Yes," you sigh in exasperation, though it's a bald-faced lie. The need is growing again and you're just a slave to it. Your hands itch to go up your skirt again, to relieve the tension before it becomes unbearable.

And there he is, right where you left him before. Fucking Santa Claus. Like he's been waiting for you this whole time.

"Let's take a picture," you pull on Derek's hand. "Please? End the day on a good note?" You do your best to look contrite but all you're thinking about is sitting on that sleazy man's lap, maybe getting felt up. It'd be fucking amazing to have someone touch you besides your own fingers.

Before he can even protest you're practically skipping past the velvet rope and traipsing up the candy-cane lined walk to the big green chair where Santa sits. His eyes already on you, he pats his lap, tongue peeking out between his lips.

Derek follows after, but is stopped by one of the elves, who tells him he has to pay in advance for a photo.

"And what's your name?" Santa murmurs, discreetly adjusting himself as you seat yourself on his lap. "Does it matter?" you ask, subtly lifting the back of your skirt as he pulls his thick hard cock. "Guess not," he chuckles low and deep, then hisses as your slick tight cunt envelops him.

"My fucking god," he says lowly, doing all he can to keep from thrusting up into you as your boyfriend comes up, all smiles as he watches you get cozy with Santa. He makes as if to sit on Santa's other thigh. "Not you," Santa grunts, his hands on your waist as you clench and throb around him. Derek holds a smile and stands to the side opposite you.

This, this is what you needed. His cock isn't even all the way in, the way you pulse around him pushes him out a little until his hands grab your waist, as if to pose you for the camera, and pushes you down, bottoming out within your sopping wet cunt.

"Gonna leave a mess on me," he murmurs. "Already got my lap soaked. And the suit's a fuckin' rental."

His breath smells like cigarettes and cheap booze and it's only making you want him more. "Fuck, I needed this.."

"You been a good girl this year?"

"Not at all."

He leans in and whispers: "Good girls get presents. Bad girls like you get to sit on Santa's fat cock." He shifts his lap up a little, jutting up into you and you bite your lip to barely suppress a moan.

Your picture is being taken with Santa but you could give a shit. Cockwarming him while he's whispering filth in your ear is the most fun you've ever had.

"Does baby girl want a candy cane?" he asks when it's time for you to go. Derek goes to pay, leaving you alone with Santa again. "We have some more in the elf cottage, You gonna come get one? Gotta earn it first.." His gloved finger traces your arm. "C'mon, ditch the wanker."

The elf cottage is a sparse room for the Santa's Wonderland employees to take their breaks, and right now it's filled with the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, your moans muffled by the fluffy red hat he put there to quiet you as he bends you over the folding table and rams his holly jolly dick into your stretched needy cunt.

"That's it, baby, fuckin' take it. Let Santa stuff your tight lil' stocking," he grunts.

You moan around the red fluff of his hastily discarded hat, throat burning with all your pent-up screams. Christ, you've never had anyone so disgusting, so eager, so perfect to satisfy this itch that you've been unable to scratch yourself.

And lord, his cock is the most filling thing you'll ever have. You already know he's going to leave you gaping for the next few days.

He watches the ripples of your ass as you throw it back on him, taking his entire fucking shaft so that with each thrust his balls thwack against your inner thighs. "Tight and wet.. lil' bitch in heat, ain't ya?" he teases, circling his hips so you feel him against every square inch of your aching snatch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, finally spitting out the stupid hat.

"Fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa," you chant in broken moans, pushing your hips back, demanding it hard and fast, which he gives even as you come, clamping down all around him in a vise grip.

"Jesus," he growls, pulling out and kneeling behind you. He purses his lips to your dripping cunt, wiggling his tongue against your folds before licking a wide stripe upwards, teasing your asshole with his tongue. You practically shove your ass against his face, his gloved hands spreading your cheeks to get better access.

Grabbing a candy cane from a basket on the table you unwrap it with your teeth and hand it to him. It's thick and hard, and Santa knows just what to do with it. Feasting on both your holes, he takes the candy cane and watches it disappear into your glistening pussy. Hearing your gasp encourages him to keep going, fucking you as his tongue keeps rimming your ass, delving into tease you.

There's a knocking at the makeshift cottage door, then a moment of silence and a "God damn it, Joel, not again!" from the other side. "Fucker's always doing something," the person, most likely one of the elves at the cash register, mumbles and walks off.

He's back inside you, sliding the candy cane between your lips, moving it in and out just as he moves in and out, keeping you spread open so he fill you with every inch. "Babygirl likes havin' somethin' to suck on, don't she?" he mutters, pumping steadily into you. "Gotta be a good girl and tell me where ya want it."

"Inside me," you beg, and he moves double time, hands on your shoulders as he ruts up against you, slamming every inch until you cry out again, knees buckling as you come hard and Santa Joel follows soon after, his jizz painting your insides in warm sticky ropes.

"Lick me clean, baby," he murmurs, and you immediately go to your knees, taking him deep into your mouth, your jaw aching as the tip of him hits the back of your throat. When you gag he keeps you there, your mouth filling with saliva until it spills out from your lips, mixed with his cum. You bob your head on his length, eyes watering as you look up at him, your cunt still throbbing as you start to leak him on the floor.

"Fuuuuck yes," he growls, hand on your head, teeth sinking into his lower lip as you suck him off, and it's a Christmas miracle he's hard again, and he's about to come. He holds your head still and facefucks you, your hands cupping his ass to stop him from going too shallow-- you need to be deepthroated for once in your life.

Santa Joel lets out another curse as he uses you to come, spurting his Christmas magic down your throat. "There's a good girl. Babygirl's thirsty for what Santa's got, huh?" he teases as you greedily swallow every bitter, salty drop.

Clothes are straightened before you leave the little elf cottage, but the look of satisfaction is plain on your face as you suck on the candy cane that you'd been fucked with only moments before. Santa Joel puts his hat back on his head and shuffles over to the helper elves. "I'm goin' out for another smoke break," he tells them.

The head elf puts her hands on her hips. "Joel, you're not allowed to take ten smoke breaks an hour!" But by then he's already on the way out, both middle fingers in the air to salute her.

Derek joins you, looking puzzled as he studies the holiday photo -- there's something off about the face you're making in it. "Did Santa give you that candy cane?"

Grinning, you slurp up the sweet peppermint that still has traces of your own flavor on it. "And then some."

dividers by @saradika 👑

Tagging those who showed interest: @clawdee @itwasntimethatdidit40 @milla-frenchy @myownwholewildworld

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Randomly assorted headcanons (sfw+nsfw) for randomly assorted characters… pt. 2

I have yet to make a pinned post with some sort of navigation/rules guide but I will state in all my posts. Asks and Submissions are always open and if you have trouble with it comment!

Not proofread cause that’s for the weak 🥰

Characters involved: Gale, Halsin, Karlach

Tags/Forewarnings: AFAB + AMAB genitalia mentions, use of magic to enhance sex, size differences, breeding, general worshipping, oral (receiving + giving), temperature play, fingering, penetration.

Gale

Y’all love pathetic men… I support. Anyways… Tell me i’m wrong but he’d love to spoil you. We already know he practically worships the ground you walk on. You entered his life full of strife and paved a way for him to have a more hopeful future. His eyes are practically hearts when he gazes upon you. As such, he’d love to buy you and craft you things when he can. He’d buy you a gorgeous dress/vest/suit and enchant it to your liking. It feels, quite literally, like magic when you wear it. He presses kisses to your ear as he sings about how downright breathtaking you are. You hate the fact that the words make a giggle bubble in your chest.

He holds you at any opportunity he gets. In truth, he cannot fathom that you two are lovers. He’s been with a goddess before but even she did not compare to you. His pinky grazes yours as you two stand near eachother. When someone’s back turns, he presses kisses onto your cheek until you forcibly push him away. Which he always uses his puppy eyes as a retaliation to show his hate. Curse those big brown eyes. If you’d let him, he’d be more intimate without being inherently sexual. His hands glide along your skin as he helps you bathe in a nearby river or lake. Occasionally he whispers about how perfect you are to him, inside and out.

Personally, this man is the male version of a wine aunt. Once he feels that he can unwind in the camp without facing repercussions, he likes to get delightfully tipsy. Enough that his skin warms and his tongue loosens. He laughs along with the companions and makes chatter in the quiet camp. If you happen to grace him with your presence, he sings out your name and beckons you forth. To his surprise, you settle next to him on the bedroll and he wraps an arm around your waist. Squeezing you tight as he presses his nose against the pulse in your neck. He murmurs almost incoherently but you can tell from the tone of his voice it was sweet nothings.

When the camp is silent and everyone is asleep, he enjoys the thrill of seeking you out. He finds you in your bedroll and gently shakes you awake, claiming he desires you and cannot sleep. If you are so kind to spare your sleep and indulge him, he promises he’ll make it worth your time. You two trail off to somewhere more secluded before he grasps you by the waist and presses his lips onto yours. His lips aren’t too rough against yours but pleasantly warm. His fingers dance along your skin, trailing the expanse of your stomach. Suddenly, he’s whispering against your lips. You can’t tell if he’s worked you up properly or if he’s genuinely speaking nonsense. Then, a sudden and intense shiver runs through your body. He smirks at you slightly and you cannot help the excitement in your veins.

You’d nearly forgotten about the strange shiver that encompassed your body until you were on your knees in front of him. His expression held a soft intimacy yet a deep desire. He was anything but pure… just so willing for your attention and love. His cock would throb before you in a silent plead for touch. You wrap your hand around the base before wrapping your lips around the tip. He gasps softly at the sensation whilst your eyes widened. As you touched him, there was a tingle in your own loins. It was shockingly intense and you mentally cursed this man for the effect he had on you. Steeling yourself, you began to work on his shaft. Suckling, licking, stroking… all while breathy gasps and whimpers escaped his chest. The tingle in your body didn’t dissipate- no, it only grew stronger. That’s when you gazed up at him in realization. His gaze was knowing and a little dark. The bastard charmed you… so that all the pleasure he experienced you’d experience and vice-versa. So that you two were properly intermingled for all the pleasure indulged that night.

He takes a certain pleasure in finding the spots on your body that make you shake and moan. Especially those that aren’t explicitly between your thighs. If he finds a spot on your neck, or thighs, or chest that makes you whimper and grasp his hair? He’s showering it with all his attention and love until it’s practically numb. His beard tickles your skin and causes you to occasionally squirm from the sensation. He wants you as turned on and into him as he is you. You can feel his erection against your thigh as he covers your neck in hickeys. His hips occasionally grinding for some sort of friction as he focused on you. If your hand trails down to his bulge, he grabs it swiftly and holds it beside your head. His lips are swollen and wet from his kisses and his pupils are blown wide. “Not yet, please, I’m not done. Not ready for this to be over yet…” He whines and gazes at you with a certain twinkle. Who are you to tell him no? Or, maybe that’s what you want to see?

Halsin

He adores the size difference you two have. He towers over nearly everybody he knows and gotten used to being large. Honestly, it was kind of a nuisance at times. He envied others who could bed anyone without the worry of repercussions. Yet, that is a topic for discussion later down this list. Point said, he loves the feeling you provide in his chest. A protective instinct overwhelms him. No matter how soft, rugged, muscular or chubby you are. He wants to hold you and ensure you’ll be safe. The look in his eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to even reach him bending over for a kiss shows the thrill he finds in it. It’s even better when you two are cuddling and you can rest your body so comfortably ontop of his. He’ll encapsulate his arms around your form and keep you close, enjoying the thrum of your heart as you sleep.

He’d teach you how to carve wood, if you’d like. It was one of his hobbies and for you to show interest in it only reminds him of how fine a specimen you are. He’s careful as he teaches you, watchful eyes constantly glancing and staring over your shoulder as your thumbs turn the wood and the knife makes shavings. His hands wrap around yours and guide you when you struggle or use improper technique. His chest slotted against your back as he hums softly, paying no mind to how flustered you’d get. When you finish your first lesson, you both show off the sculptures you made. He’s thoroughly impressed and praises whatever you decided to carve. Later, you find it on a table in his tent. The sight makes your chest tighten and heart soar. He loves you so utterly deeply.

He craves you so desperately it is almost amusing. Your touch, your voice, your presence. He doesn’t outwardly express it but there’s a certain air around him when you approach. His gaze softens as his chest puffs and he watches you expectantly. Despite all the lovers he’s taken in his years, you’d swear he looks like he’s fallen in love for the first time. He’s nearly whipped by you. No-one has seemed so enraptured by you before. Each word you speak he’s hung unto, he watches all your movements so closely. Halsin makes sure to wrap you tightly in his hugs. Both to show you that he loves all of you and to remind you of the fact he wishes to protect you. He knows his boundaries and doesn’t follow you like a lost puppy… but when you seek him of your own accord he’s utterly thrilled.

This man is a breeder. Don’t argue with me on it. He seeks all the thrills and pleasures of nature. Regardless of if you can or cannot get pregnant, he stuffs you so full that in your haze you are sure you’ll carry his kid. He tries so hard to be gentle with you and to some degree he is. His hands trail your skin softly like you were fine china. Though, he allows himself the pleasure of gripping your curves, dips and muscles. While he holds you so gently, you cannot say the same for where he’s pushing his length into. It’s vigorous- almost mind-numbing. He groans into your ear shamelessly and with the knowledge you find it attractive. If you’d let him, he’d give into his desires and fill you til he was sure he had nothing else left to give. He’d pick you up after and bathe you. Washing you of the forest dirt and sweat accumulated on your skin. All while whispering about how he adores you and you’ve done so well for him.

We all know he’s a munch/dick eater. It’s literally confirmed in his sex scene that he immediately goes down on you… and for that I will write for.

AFAB. He’ll hook a thigh over his shoulder and press his nose against the bump of your cunt. His tongue lavishes your clit in licks and suckles as his gaze remains heady on yours. If you can even look at him, that is. One hand trails on the leg you’re standing on before teasing your parted lips. He gathers your wetness and pushes a singular finger inside. He watches as your body tenses and relaxes from his ministrations. His tongue does not stop it’s assault. Then it’s two fingers, hooking and searching for the spot that he knows will make you abandon previous care. Once he finds it, you’re crying out to the woods. His large fingers practically abuse your walls as he sucks your clit like a madman. You began to whimper and shake in his hold. His strength became apparent when he pushes your hips against the tree to keep you still. To show that you cannot escape his pleasure and act of love. Pride swells in his chest and he keeps going until you’re shuddering in his hold. The coil in your belly snapping as hands fly down to grasp his hair, hips rocking against his face.

AMAB. There’s a smirk that engraves his face when he sees exactly how hard you’d gotten for him. His hands wrap around your thighs as he trails kisses along the skin of your stomach. Then, as soon as you open your mouth to protest, a kiss is placed on the tip. You tense and he begins to show your length some attention. One hand abandons your thigh to favor your sack, gently fondling as his kitten licks and kisses turn into something more intense. Lips wrapping around the head before taking you in one gulp. Your head throws back and your thighs quiver. Either he had tons of experience or you were simply smaller in comparison and he could do it with ease. Either way, the warmth of his throat is nearly overwhelming to your senses. He looks up between your legs when he could, bobbing his head as you began to melt into the pleasure. His nails gently scratched the skin of your thigh while his other continued it’s undivided attention to the sensitive skin of your balls. He continues like this, humming and suctioning around your cock until you either spill down his throat or pull him off of you. Either way, he has a cocky smile on his face as he wipes spit and precum from his lips.

Karlach

She is a very passionate woman. She burns bright, literally and metaphorically, and is a flame that will forever burn by your side. She is especially passionate about her companions and most importantly you. She supports you in nearly every decision you make and if she doesn’t agree, she tries to understand anyways. She’s loud and speaks so highly of you to those she meets. Almost like a mother showing off her kids accomplishments in life. She’d likely be such a good mother if she ever had that opportunity. Until you fix her mechanical heart she supports you with just words and actions. As much as she craves to pull you into her grasp or press her lips on yours, she’s a ticking bomb and is capable of hurting those. When you do fix it? She can barely keep her hands and lips off you. Ten years of forced abstinence nearly drove her MAD. While she doesn’t outright burn you, she’s so, so warm.

She loves jamming out. Dancing, playing an instrument, singing… it gives her an excuse to release her pent up energy. Bard or not, she gives you those puppy eyes and nearly begs you to join her. She’ll dance with you and wrap her arms around your waist or hold your hand as you two dip and twirl. Her laugh is an angelic sound and any reservations you held melted away in her intense heat and passion. She had a way of lighting the room up and bringing out the best in those around her. You admired her for it. She eventually slows the rhythm between you two and smiles against your skin (hunched over or not). She whispers against you, light and full of emotion. “You have no idea how thankful I am to have met you. I feel complete.” The breath you take is shaky as her words fill you with such fullness. This tiefling had wormed her way into your heart like the tadpole your mind. Except, this was a worm you wished to keep. You both would do anything for each other and you both knew it.

She absolutely seethes when anyone does you dirty. The girl is quite literally growling when someone hurts you emotionally or physically. Even a wrong look can have her hackles raising and her all pissed. You sometimes have to sit her down and remind her that you’re fine. She assures you’re safe and you appreciate it. After losing so much in her life, the control of her own body and mind, she cannot imagine losing you. Small threats alarm her and she feels guilty that she cannot contain her emotions. This time you assured her that you weren’t going anywhere because she was passionate and hot-headed. You two had your own issues… and she wants nothing more than to work through them together and be the biggest supporters for each other. She pulls you into a bear hug afterwards, nuzzling against your jaw as her horn tangles in your hair. She plants kisses along the skin til you’re laughing and the air is less tense between you two.

As much as she so UTTERLY wishes to touch you, she’s so touch deprived. You know that she needs the attention after she’s had her heart repaired. You lay her down on the ground and trail kisses from her lips down to her throat and to her chest. She watches you with an excitement. It appears as if she was ready to jump out of her skin from the pure joy of being able to enjoy the sensations of flesh once more. You pay extra attention to her breasts and nipples before continuing further down to her navel. At this point, she’s squirming and whimpering desperately. “Come on, babe. Don’t tease me. I need you- so badly..” Her tone was pathetic if anything. There was no true fight or bite in her words. She liked giving her submission to you for once, letting her mind shut down. You wished nothing more than to give her what she deserved after all this time.

Once you finally reach further south, your hands slot around her hips and hold them down as you plant a few kisses against the inner of her thigh. All the teasing between you two was so worth it when you hear the wanton moan escape her lips as your tongue finally met her most sensitive parts. The heat of her cunt was intense- just like the rest of her. It was nearly overwhelming… almost burning your tongue. Yet, you ached for that warmth. To finally enjoy her moans and provide her with such pleasure. She has claws in your hair, tugging and tickling your scalp. One hand on her chest as you begin a rhythm with your tongue against her clit. Once she was beginning to properly fall apart against your mouth, you released a hand from her hip and trailed betwixt her lower lips. Your fingers sought her warmth and was pleasantly surprised with how she burned even hotter inside. Truly a creature of the hottest hells. Yet, it didn’t quite burn you… certainly was a different sensation compared to the crisp air around you. You know that she’ll return this pleasure tenfold to you. It’s her nature… and you couldn’t wait til you two were properly intertwined later in the night.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hello!

I wanted to ask a question, if that's okay. So, I'm genderfluid afab and feel like a man sometimes (probably more often than I allow myself to realise). I don't have access to a Binder or anything of that sort (transphobic parents).

Is there any way for me to look/be more masculine? I'm a bit scared of goggling because I don't want to accidentally take advice from Tate people or the like.

(PS. I really like your Siegfried Farnon cosplay!)

Heya!

This is a tough one to answer. Because "masculine" means different things to different people. And "passing", as well.

Like. When I wear my fleece jacket and baseball cap, I'm deliberately passing as a certain type of man. But I felt more masculine the other day wearing an ascot.

So, I think we need to break down this question:

1) If you're looking to pass, there are going to be trans masc guides out there that will direct you to a very particular gender presentation. They tend to assume you are white and skinny. They present themselves as a list of Dos and Do-Nots, and at the end of the day, do more harm than good, imo. Because passing guides are almost always about hiding parts of yourself physically, often to the expense of hiding parts of your psyche.

Seek them out if you must, but when it comes to passing for safety, all I can suggest is ambiguous layers, a hat, keeping your head down and your mouth shut. The best way to pass is to not draw attention to yourself, alas.

2) If you're looking to dress more masculine to alleviate gender dysphoria, then you need to drill down to what makes you dysphoric and start there. My smaller feet is one area of contention for me, so I look for semi-dressy shoes that look long and elegant (like Taft boots). Since you can't get a binder, consider layers, if your chest bothers you.

3) If you're looking to dress more masculine to seek gender euphoria, then figure out your aesthetic masculine ideal. Make a pinboard of Looks you enjoy and see if there are trends. Some folks are drawn to athletic wear. Work wear. Perhaps a vintage aesthetic -- Rockabilly. 90s grunge. 1940s British country vet (meeeee, lol).

Ask yourself: What are the hallmarks of this style? Are there casual and formal versions? How does it change seasonally? How much of it is clothing and how much of it is the body (haircut, being muscular, etc)? And above all - what is this style trying to communicate to others?

Once done, see what sort of fashion tips are out there for your style. Who are the fashion experts and how much do you care about their advice? (Menswear guy has great tips about how a modern suit "should" fit, but a lot of his advice is also personal preference with a big dollop of classism.)

Pay close attention to how men wear their clothes -- where they sit on the body, how they style the outfit. Compare how a man is styled in your preferred look to how a woman is styled and see what that sparks in you. How much of it is the clothing or body? How much is posture? You might discern some visual shorthand you can harness to be read as more masculine. You might also come up with ways to have plausible deniability around your parents by being able to pivot a masculine look to be more feminine, when needed.

After all this research, get yourself to a thrift shop or other second hand option and start experimenting. Buying actual men's clothing is probably going to be your best bet, but depending on your Look Book, that may not always be the case.

No one can tell you how to feel more masculine -- that really needs to come from within. Once you figure that out, then it's a matter of reconciling your ideal look with the peculiarities of your body. (And all men have their own challenges wrt the fit of clothes.)

Afford yourself as much grace as possible when it comes to your body. And again, remember that feeling more masculine and passing more masculine may not always overlap and could even be at odds. And only you can determine if and when that is a problem.

[moody-alcoholic]

The pick up

I wanted to write something Ghoap related. Why not continue this weird hurt/ angst kick I've been on.

CW: attempted date rape, non-con drugging, alcohol, violence, blood.

A guy in a bar attempts to 'pick you up' the best boys Johnny & Simon come to the rescue.

Merry Christmas/ happy holidays. <3

You’re mad, she said she wouldn’t do this again, leave you alone at a bar while she went home with some stranger. But here you are yet again alone finishing on your 4th? 5th? drink. Who cares, you signal the bartender over for another. 

The fresh gin and tonic went down like a treat numbing your anger and making you relax. You pull your phone out getting ready to send her a long 'fuck you' message. You’ve only just started typing when someone comes up on the stool next to you. 

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?” You frown looking up at him. He’s cute black hair, nice casual suit, kind of gives you a sleazy salesman vibe. 

“I’m good, thanks.” You say going back to the text. 

“C’mon, what is it, vodka tonic?” He asks, you look back over at him almost rolling your eyes. He’s not that bad looking. You sigh, not responding for a second. You don’t want to have to owe this guy. ‘It’s just a drink’ your drunken brain tells you ‘don’t turn down a free drink.’ 

“Gin and tonic.” You correct him. He smiles, waving the bartender over. You finish your short angry text to your friend and put your phone back in your bag. 

“I saw your friend leave earlier.” He says paying for the drinks. You pick yours up and he signals for you to cheers with him. You clink your glasses together before taking a sip. 

“Yeah, she went off with some guy.” You say a little more bitter than you wanted to.

“Shit, think she’ll be coming back?” He asks, sipping his drink, coke and something.

“No fucking clue. Probably not.” You sigh. 

“Shame, at least the drinks are cheap.” he jokes. You smile at him, getting a better look at him. He’s skinny, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

“So you from round here or not?” 

“No, only here to see my friend. It's her birthday tomorrow.” You say. 

“Wow so she ditches you the day before her birthday for some twink?” He chuckles. 

“Yeah.” You scoff, he was a twink. There’s the sound of a crash behind you, a woman screaming. It pulls your attention as you look at the commotion playing out behind you. Two men are squaring up to each other with smashed glasses on the floor. It’s not long before security are running over them, pulling them apart.

The incident has your blood pumping and adrenaline rushing through you. You look back picking up your drink and finishing it off to quell your nerves. 

That’s it you’ve had your last drink you should go home. 

“Thanks for the drink.” you say to him as you jump off the stool. 

“Leaving already?” He asks. You nod. He reaches out and grabs your arm. It makes you uncomfortable and you freeze.

"Yeah. I have to get back to my hotel.” Shit, you shouldn’t have told him that. 

“Oh, I can walk you if you want?” He asks. 

“No, thank you but I'm okay.” You pull your arm out his grip walking away. The adrenaline from the drunken fight is still pulsing through your body. 

“Well take it easy.” He says as you walk away, you turn back, smile and nod at him as you leave. 

There is still a line outside to get back into the club as you leave it must not be that late. You pull your phone out to check where you need to go. You’re not used to the busy London streets. You must have drank the last 2 drinks a little too fast as your head feels particularly foggy. 

You’re turning down streets using your phone’s maps app to guide you. Your mouth goes suddenly dry, your head swimming more than normal. You sway all of a sudden feeling unsteady on your feet. You stop looking at your phone looking ahead of you trying to regain your balance. 

It doesn’t help and you lean up against a sign at the corner of the street. Maybe you’re going to be sick, you drank the drinks too quickly and now you’re going to pay for it. 

You retch but nothing comes out, your throat feels dry, your head swims as your legs give way. You fall to your knees. Panic comes over you, this is not a good place to be doing this. 

You curse under your breath, you’ve clearly had way too much to drink. 

Hands land on your shoulders, the grip is strong then the hands slip under your armpits. The person pulls you to your feet, you try to talk but it just comes off as a slur as your body is pulled into a private parking area behind some bins. 

You’re not sure what’s going on, your vision is fuzzy, your breathing picks up. You can feel someone trying to pull your jacket off you, maybe you’re being robbed.  You try to talk again but nothing comes out. You try to grip your jacket to pull it back on you but whoever it is, is stronger than you. 

You feel someone grip the waistband of your jeans. Panic overwhelms you, you get enough energy to push the person off you. It doesn’t last long before there is a sharp pain on your face. You yelp as your face stings.

“Stay. Still.” A voice says through gritted teeth. You whine trying to build up srength again but nothing happens. 

Silent tears run down your face. You hate this, you hate what’s happening. Your head is swimming, you close your eyes still fighting with the hands on your waist. Suddenly the person is gone, your body falls to the floor slumping against the industrial bin. 

New hands land on you pulling your jacket back around you. You try to push them off but they grab your wrists.

“Hey lass, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You don’t know what accent that is but it’s not English, maybe he’s Irish?

“Take it easy, what's your name?”  He asks, you stop fighting, looking up at him. He’s tall even though he’s crouched down in front of you. He has a mohawk, and even in the dark you can see his deep blue eyes. You’re not going to tell him your name. You stay silent.

“Okay, you don’t have to tell me. We’re going to get you somewhere safe okay?” 

We’re?

You look past him, you can see another hulking figure holding someone up by their collar. You see fist meet skin, it makes you gasp. The man-Johnny-pulls your attention back to him. 

“How you feeling? You look a little worse for wear, think you can walk?” He asks. You nod and he helps you to your feet. You sway against him but he supports you holding you up as you walk out the parking alcove. 

There’s another man, and one on the floor groaning. You see blood, you can smell it in the air. More hands are on you now. You look up at the tall man standing next to you. You feel sick, your head throbbing, your vision blurring. Your legs give way again as your arms start to tingle. 

“C’mon lass, can you hear us?” The dark haired man says as you collapse fully to the ground. 

“Yes,” You try to say but it just comes out as a slur, it’s barely English. You don’t care, you suck in one last breath of air before everything goes black.

[mypoisonedvine]

"I can think of a more fun way you can thank me." + "has anybody else ever made you feel like this?" with mob!bucky

oh, mob!bucky, how I've missed you <3 this turned out pretty um. fucked up tbh

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), oral m receiving and creampie, daddy kink, public sex/exhibitionism, hair pulling, established (sugar daddy) relationship

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

"And what do you say when I buy you something pretty, baby?" he purred as he ran his hands over your exposed back-- funny how the dresses he bought you always showed so much skin...

"Thank you, daddy," you cooed in return, bending down to kiss him on the cheek, and he smirked as he spread his legs a bit wider in his chair.

"Doesn't she look great, boys?" he prompted the men around him, who nodded and hollered in agreement. Sometimes it could be hard to get Bucky alone, with all the guards and 'employees' of various ranking always around him. Of course, you had him to yourself every night as long as you were willing to wait for those late night drinking and poker sessions to end-- which you were, you were used to the way he lived. And you were used to the attention of his colleagues, as well, because he loved to show you off to anyone he could.

What you weren't used to was him reaching down to pet your legs suggestively like this, in front of everyone.

"You know, if you wanna thank me," he continued with a raised eyebrow, "I can think of a much more fun way."

You cleared your throat nervously, glancing at the men around you. "O-of course, daddy-- when you come to the penthouse tonight, I'll thank you all night long."

The men snickered, but Bucky wasn't satisfied. "You can thank me here," he decided. "I don't have anything to hide from them."

Your heart raced, but fuck, it turned you on, too. Especially that look in his eyes, you would've done anything he wanted right then. But you wanted to be sure you weren't misunderstanding his intentions. Leaning in, you mumbled quietly: "Do you really want me to... in front of them?"

"Yes," he answered, looking up at you expectantly; and so you kissed him as you started to sink down onto your knees in front of the chair.

Already there were some strong reactions from the men watching you: cheers, laughs, even clapping. It made you feel... several emotions. It made you fucking wet.

You broke the kiss when you were fully on the ground, running your hands up his legs until he moved his hips forward for you to open his belt. "Can I take it out for you, daddy?" you asked sweetly, and he laughed as he nodded.

"Of course, baby," he hummed.

You didn't waste any time-- you freed his cock from his suit trousers, and dove in to lick a long stripe from the base of it to his tip. He got a bit harder in your grasp, putting a hand on the back of your head to guide you to swallow him down.

"Fuck," he groaned, "she's got such a sweet little mouth..."

Your hips shifted, something sexy and filthy about the way he was talking to them instead of you. But, he did address you next.

"Show them how you can take it all, sweetheart," he encouraged, "show them what daddy taught you."

You bobbed your head lower until your lips were at his base, and his tip was pressing into your throat. They made sounds of awe and amusement, watching him hold your head down and fuck up into your mouth until you gagged loudly. He held you down for one more moment before letting you breathe again-- you pulled back and looked up at him as you sucked in air sharply. "Is that good, daddy?"

"Yes, babydoll," he assured, "you can keep going."

You got back to it, though he gave you a little more control this time, and you used it to bring your hand around him and stroke the rest of his cock while you sucked him. You still deepthroated him when you could, just with breaks in between; all while he bragged about you to his men.

"See how obedient she is?" he announced smugly. "She'll do anything for me. Such a good little girl for daddy."

They certainly seemed to agree: you heard someone say "I bet she is" and someone else notice "she really knows how to suck a cock, huh?"

Just when you thought you were doing well, Bucky grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him; before you could ask what he was doing or if you'd done something wrong, he stood up and bent you over the table roughly, slamming you down hard enough to make the poker chips and cards bounce. "Sorry, baby," he growled as you whined, "you can't get daddy all worked up like that and not expect any consequences."

He was still pinning you down by your neck with one hand while the other pulled up the bottom of your dress to expose your ass-- no panties, just like he'd told you when you left to try on the new dress. He slammed his cock inside you, making you cry and arch your back as he fucked you brutally against the table. Some of the men were still seated around it, and you shut your eyes tight so you wouldn't have to make eye contact with any of them.

"She's such a good girl for me," he praised again, "always ready to take my cock. Isn't that right, dollface? You let daddy fuck you whenever he wants?"

You nodded as you whimpered, and the men laughed. "She's so cute," one of them noticed, "no wonder he can't keep his hands off her."

"And she likes it when daddy gets rough," Bucky added with a low laugh, and you moaned louder. "Uh huh, I know, babydoll-- you love being mine so much..."

"Daddy!" you yelped as he started to pump even faster-- he certainly wasn't pulling any punches. Probably because he knew what it did to you. "Daddy, m'gonna come!"

"See how easy she is?" he smiled. "Fuck, she can't help it, she just loves getting used so much. You can come, baby, nice and loud so everybody can hear you."

"Fuck, daddy, fuck!" you moaned, legs shaking as the feeling hit you hard and sudden. You hadn't expected at all how easily you would come from this-- if anything you thought it would be harder with all these eyes on you.

You would've collapsed if you weren't being held against that table by his painfully-tight grip on your hair. "Fuck, she squeezes me so good when she comes," Bucky growled, "this cunt really knows how to treat a cock."

He seemed to be going even deeper inside of you, if that was possible, and you felt your own wetness starting to run down your legs.

"I'm close, baby, I'm fuckin' close," he warned with another tug on your hair. "You want daddy to come?"

"Yes," you whimpered.

"You want daddy's come deep inside you?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck, fuck," he groaned, and all at once he stopped, grunting through his teeth as he filled you as deep as he could go. "Fuck, babydoll... god, look how pretty you looking getting filled with come... doesn't she look pretty, boys?"

He slowly pulled out of you, but put both his hands on your ass to spread it out and get a better view of your hole.

"Damn, look't that," he praised, "can't hardly tell daddy just beat you up, you're still so tight. Push it out, honey, I want them to see how good daddy filled you."

Your face was so hot now you honestly thought you might melt-- and you kept your eyes shut tight to hide from the embarrassment-- but you heard the men leaning and looking around you to get a glimpse as you flexed your muscles to push his come out of you.

You felt a thick drop run down from your opening, and they all reacted aloud. "Good, sweetie, keep going," Bucky praised, and you whimpered as you pushed more and an even bigger wave oozed out of you.

The men couldn't keep their mouths shut now. "Damn, that's a lot of come." "She really does whatever he says." "Look at it running down her legs, what a whore." "You can tell she likes it too, look-- fucking slut."

Bucky guided you to stand up straight again, pulling your dress down to cover your ass. You blinked your eyes open, though you couldn't be too surprised as the lascivious stares of all the men in front of you. "You did so good, baby," Bucky praised softly in your ear, holding you close from behind. "They all want you so fucking bad, hm? But whose are you, doll?"

"Yours, daddy," you answered weakly.

"That's right, sweetheart," he cooed as he kissed you on the cheek, "you belong to me."

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.

SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)

More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.

Word Count: 4835

Part 1

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”

“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.

Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.

“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.

It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class. 

After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry. 

You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?

You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you. 

Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen. 

(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat. 

(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.

(5:17pm) Please.

(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone. 

“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”

“Of your penthouse I bet.”

“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”

“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”

“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”

“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”

“I do like Janis.”

“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”

Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.

“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”

“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”

“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”

After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face. 

“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”

“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”

Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern. 

“My name is Y/N.”

Both men softly grinned making you do the same. 

“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”

“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”

“You two live together?”

“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”

“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”

##################

Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed. 

As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers. 

This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin. 

“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”

His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled. 

“This is so surreal.”

“What is?”, Steve asked.

“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”

“Yeah? And is that bad?”

“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”

You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.

“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”

“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”

They glance towards each other again before answering. 

“No.”

“No…”

“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”

“That’s all I get?”

“You get what we give you.”

Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone. 

“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?”  You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”

A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you. 

“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”

“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him. 

“What about you two?”

That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves. 

“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”

“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”

Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.

“How does this feel? Still hurt?”

“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”

“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin. 

“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”

“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh. 

“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.

“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”

You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale. 

“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”

Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face. 

“Oh fuck, Daddy.”

Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them. 

“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up. 

Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”

“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”

“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”

“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him. 

“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”

As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching. 

Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace. 

“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”

You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.

“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”

His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you. 

Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours. 

Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait. 

“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”

“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”

“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”

While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs. 

“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”

The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin. 

“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”

“Please… I trust you.”

Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.

His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.

“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”

Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree. 

“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”

The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears. 

“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.

“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!”

Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you. 

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips. 

“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.

“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”

Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way. 

“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”

Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy. 

“God…fuck me.”

At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.

“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”

“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself. 

“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”

“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”

Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.

“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”

His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”

The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you. 

You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face. 

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”

You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours. 

“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”

“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”

His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but…you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”

“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”

“Girl who knows what she wants?”

“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”

He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him. 

“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”

As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.

“I don’t need to what?”

“You don’t need to try and lift me.”

“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”

After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?”

“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”

“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”

“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”

“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.

“A bit.”, you smile shyly. 

“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”

“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”

Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle. 

“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”

“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest. 

You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder. 

“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”

“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”

“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”

“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”

“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off. 

“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”

After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.

“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”

As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs. 

“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”

“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”

Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.

“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”

“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”

As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.

“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow. 

“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”

“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”

“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”

Steve growled under his breath at the thought.

“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”

“Me to.”

“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”

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I need a harem of yandere sub headoverheels men so bad like wtf. I wanna spoil them give them kisses and fuck them so good. Letting them discus the schedule and stuff, if watching as they argue but taking control when things get too out of control, letting them know who's boss like,,,

Head over heels! Pretty boys who are so in love with you it's not even funny. They're all success men too,,, You being a above average man, working in some sort of high end company. Your daily life is regular, come to work, smile, chat with customers, etc. But your home life? Heh..

CEO!bf who is one of your longest subs, he's been with you since middle school! Practically stuck to the hip. Such a cute boyfriend he is.. So powerful, a strong and charismatic man. He's an amazing guy, an even amazing CEO. The girls in the company or even outsiders love him! You can always hear people saying "gosh is he single..??" "Shit! He's coming do i look good?" "What can i do for just one night.." "You think this aphrodisiac will work on him??" Etc etc, it'd funny really, you try your best not to show pity to them. Especially hard to not show pity when you see the hopeful gaze of his secretaries.

Because you know just how much of a slut he is for you, and you only. Pretty boy won't even eat if you don't allow him to.. Such an obedient man, you make sure to spoil him lots at home, kissing his tears of happiness away, looking at his fucked face, tears slipping down from how happy he is to be with you..

Pretty boy ceo! Bf who tries so hard to please you. He's a confident man. He knows he looks good. Immediately buying that pretty lingerie he saw your eyes trail down on a second too long the other day..Ceo!bf who doesn't mind having to share you! As long as he can be yours!

Ceo! Bf is not a crybaby by any means, he's just so happy, and when you embrace him, you bothering to make time for him between your many boyfriends makes hin really happy he can't help but cry when you fuck him so sweetly, kissing his lips so tenderly.. Spoiling him with handmade cheesy gifts, romantic dates, a delicious meal. Even though he can easily buy those things (and much better quality one can argue) himself but the fact that it's from you makes it priceless. You often go out and buy him things too! He'd try to deny it, saying he feels bad because he can use his own money and doesn't want to be a burden on you but how can he say no when you look so dejected like that...

Taking the gifts and kissing you as thanks, only for you to wake up with money 3x the price of said item in your bank account. Oh boy...

Ceo! Bf who invites you over to his luxurious suite after a hefty argument with the other boyfriends on why he gets to have you for a full week. Surprising you with a romantic candel lit dinner, pouring you the wine that you wanted to try yesterday.. What surprised you most is the fact that he offered to try something new that night, showing you a bottle of something you've never had before and telling you that it might have. Intrigued, you agree, trusting him fully.

He smiled, pouring said drink into both of your wines. Guiding you to the baths with a soft kiss on the back of your hand, putting the dirty dishes on the sink for the servants to deal with.It seems that the drink worked well, perhaps too well on him as it worked faster than he had expected. He could feel himself getting hot and uneasy, his body feels like it's burning.

Looking back at you with glossy eyes he can't help but want to sob when he saw how unaffected you are, just massaging his back as if you didn't know his intention with that drink!

Ceo!bf who couldn't take it anymore when you ask him if he's sick on the bed. He's panting, face red and sweaty with a huge hard on goddamit! How could he resist begging when you're cooing on his ear, telling him to be honest to you.Oh how sweet it was.

Ceo!bf apologized over and over, begging you to touch him. Yet you didn't even need to touch him, telling him to cum and he's already having a dry orgasm! Though, it's not like you can hold yourself back much longer, afterall he gave it to you too. <3

Doctor! Bf who's a renowned doctor for many years, he's a nonchalant man, who smiles warmly giving patient's hope even with the scariest conditions. Everyone loves him dearly, and his skills makes him all the more loveable and amazing. His good looks makes him a trending doctor, making people line up just to see him it's kind of funny. Many people hope to win his heart one day, flirting with him and becoming his regular. Though, like CEO! Bf, he never wavers. He just smiles softly and politely declines. He never bothered on following with their advances.

Doctor!bf who is also your primary physician. Doctor!bf who's especially warm to you, making sure you're comfortable and happy. Kissing the back of your hand whenever he's about to leave or when he meets you again (and if you prefer to keep things a secret he'll happily do it in private for you) And when you're sick at home he makes sure to take care of you, even when he's busy he always makes sure to give proper instructions to the others on what to do so you'll be healthy again. Doctor!bf who sometimes can't get enough sleep because of the demands for him on field. Who still tries to take care of you and make sure you're well even when he's tired. Who lets out soft tears when you kiss him so warmly, kissing his chest, his cheek, his body, everything about him. Who you spoil everytime you can, who you spoil by massaging his body even though he refuses but gives in anyway because he can't say no to you.

Doctor bf! Who can't help but smile when you kiss the back of his hand in return or when you'd let him rest while your hands work it's magic. Who lets you do as you please, surrendering himself to you and letting you do anything you want to him, who will just take it and smile even when you say something like "what if i make you fuck a stranger? Or someone that hates me so much, letting them who wants to hurt me, fuck you. Hm?",, You know he doesn't want to, he only wants you to touch his body but he wants to make you happy. (Not that you'd let just about anyone touch your boyfriends anyway as if. They're your precious.) Still, it's kind of endearing to know that they'll do anything just to make you happy! (He wonders if you'll make him have a toy inside one day while he's at work, though he knows you'll never do that to him when he's working.)

Doctor!bf who is offered a special drink by you at the date you planned for him, a glossy pink-purple mocktail you apparently made with a secret ingredient (one that you apparently got after your week out with Ceo!bf). Saying "cheers, my love" Before he gulps it, complimenting you for it. He's so happy right now.Though that happiness turned into pure want and need when he struggles to stay still in bed, waking up from a wet dream with his body feverishly hot and a very visible hard on. He's not dumb, he immediately could tell what the reason for his condition was.

But still, he couldn't help but think if this is the ingredient that ceo gave you, what did you do with him? Did you softly kiss his neck as your hands tease the male's nipples? Your maybe putting him in a mating press as you fuck him roughly under the effects of lust,,,, ah fuck he came by just the thought of you..

Model!bf extremely pretty and insanely popular and has a high demand. Very picky about who he works with and is bot afraid to reject people (no matter if it's big brands or popular people). He also prefers to ask your opinion on thing, is he too revealing for the photo shoot? Should he tone down his sex appeal? Should he eat this today? Can he meet with x or work with y? He trusts you that you want the best for him!

You're not his manager but he prefers you to take control over his manager anyday, often asking you for things then telling the decision to the manager.Model! Bf is not rude by any means, he's well liked but he's just aloof most times. The thing that makes him care for others is the fact that you care for them, which means if he wahts your affection he has to show you he can be kind like you. So he does just that.

Model!bf who gives you sad puppy eyes. Saying that you've spent your days with the other two and asking you to spend time with him too. who takes you out to a fancy dinner and gets ready for you, inviting you over to his suite one night, only for you to be greeted with your sweet boyfriend in a sexy Lingerie and tied up with silk to the bed frame as soon as you got off the shower. Sex toys layed for you to choose and abuse him with.

Oh how he loves that primal look on your eyes, especially because he knows you can't hold it in much longer. Especially not with the effects of a certain something in your system..

Oh how he's grateful to ceo!bf for telling him this..

I need this sm!~ just imagine each day of the week having a different boyfriend to bend over and use like a toy! Sending the doctor bf a video of how good you were fucking CEO boyfriend just to get him all jelly and pent up at work coming back home in a silent huff actin like he doesn’t even want you….well until you walk out of the shower then he’s all over you he can’t possibly handle seeing how good you fucked CEO boyfriend I mean how could you be so cruel to him? He wants the same treatment too! ₍ᐢ≧ x ≦ᐢ₎

And poor Model boyfriend is just a little pillow princess for you, bent over drooling on himself in a slutty pink thong making a sticky mess (≧▽≦) half pulled aside with his cock pressed to it all hard but you’re far to busy fucking CEO boyfriend to give his slutty hole the cock it craves…how unfair!….his thumbs can’t help but rub and prod his little rose bud squealing in the back stage of one off his shoots, guess he’ll just have to tell his real manager sorry!….whats that white stain on some of the modeling clothes?…oops ᕱ⑅ᕱ

During your week stay with CEO boyfriend you were having this man any and every way you could! If your face wasn’t buried between his two cheeks eating him out like a rabid bunny then what were you truly doin?….maybe even getting some ideas from your Model! Boyfriend and get CEO boyfriend in a cute bunny but plug!.. /(˃ᆺ˂)\ havin him all bent over his desk or pressed up to the window in his own company~ turnin him into a little slut for your cock biting at his neck having your phone conveniently recording on his desk?….gosh he can’t even think what it’s for, tsk~ what a dumb little bunny ain’t he…. ₍ᐢ.‸.⑅ᐢ₎↝

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go ahead and ignore it if it makes you uncomforatble, ill get the hint

but uummmmmm maybe something from jimmy's pov where he finds a girl at the bar, gets her drunk, has sex with her, and chokes to death? corpsefucker jim is my hyperfixation rn not gonna lie

aaaa sorry this took a lil while ! ive been sick and very sleepy

genre: smut, dark fic

word count: 2.2k

warnings/content: dead dove, noncon, coercion, manipulation, choking, murder, necro, jim being misogynistic

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It was almost embarrassing, how easy some women are. At least their willingness to spread their legs for any man that came their way made it less of a hassle to get in their pants, Jimmy thought.

Pussy is pussy, no matter how you get it, or how many men have had it before you.

That's why he's not very particular when it comes to choosing some trashy whore to spend the night with. Looks, of course, is the main factor he pays attention to, but that's about it. Doesn't matter if she's annoying, unwilling, or bitchy; he'll never see her again, anyway.

He takes interest in a young girl sitting in the corner of the shitty bar he regulars, a drink in her hand and an aura of innocence surrounding her. She's alone and out of place, eyes darting around the room like she's overwhelmed by all the different noises, and the pungent scent of alcohol pervading the stuffy air. Plus, she's not bad looking, pretty by any standard.

Could the opportunity be any more perfect?

Jimmy gets up from his barstool and approaches her, leaning against the counter, a little too close to her for comfort, not that he gives a fuck about how she feels in the first place.

"Hey. You alright?" He feigns concern, "Ain't never seen you here before."

She has the demeanor of a frightened rabbit, ready to scamper away at the slightest sound or sense of danger. The girl's got pretty eyes, he notices, as she looks up at him with apprehension. He bets her daddy at home warned her about all the dangerous men that want to take advantage of a sweet thing like her. Jimmy almost pities the man that raised her.

She explains that it's her twenty first birthday. Ah, so she's one of the ripest on the branch, it seems. That's how he likes 'em. The younger, the dumber. Her friends are already plastered, throwing up in the bathroom. In harsher words, she was ditched.

Jimmy pretends to feel some kind of sympathy for her situation, while he's already coming up with a plan on how to steal her away and tarnish her purity.

"Your friends are a buncha assholes then. They just leave you high and dry like that?"

With a shake of her head, she smiles a little, already looking at him with complete trust. "They're usually nice... just not when they're drunk, I guess." She defends the very people that selfishly abandoned her. He can tell this won't be hard for him at all.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" He asks, a little too sweetly for someone with such vile intent.

It's obvious a man has never spoken to her like this. Flirtatiously. Her flushed cheeks give away that she's either a virgin, or just very inexperienced. Cute. She tells him her name, but if he's being honest, he forgot in about five minutes. Her name doesn't hold much significance to him, anyway.

Introducing himself was the first step. Now, onto the second. Buy her a drink. Alcohol will loosen her up nicely.

"What kinda drink you want? I'm buying."

She orders something sweet and fruity. It suits her. He flags down the bartender, hoping the drink is strong enough to give her a good buzz. In other words, easier to take home.

When their drinks are ready, he clinks the rim of his glass to hers. "To your first legal drink." He says, his smile deceptively warm, tipping the glass back and downing the whole thing in one go. She takes a little longer to drink hers, drinking in small, irritatingly cautious sips. That won't do. He doesn't want to be here all night.

"You're doin' it wrong," He invasively grabs her wrist, "C'mon, you gotta drink it all at once."

He guides the glass to her lips, coaxing her to take his advice. He watches her hesitate, before she mimics him and swallows it all down in one gulp, wincing as the tart liquid burns going down her throat, the flavor lingering on her taste buds.

Jimmy is a more than pleased at her obedience.

"There ya go. Atta girl." He praises, intentionally making her feel proud of herself so she continues to crave his validation and listen to his every word. He orders a round of shots, moreso for her than for himself. He needs to be sober enough to drive her back to his place, after all.

Jimmy intently observes her as she takes shot after shot, becoming increasingly more drunk. She's a giggly one, blathering about every thought on her mind. Jim nods and hums absentmindedly, not having any interest in actually conversing with her.

"Alright, I think you're done for the night. Time to get you home." He pulls her up off the stool and wraps an arm around her waist to support her weight.

Confused at his sudden insistence on leaving, she places her hands on his chest, stopping him from dragging her any further. "N– No, I'm good! I can handle a little more..." Her words slur, eyes glazed over. This will be a little harder than he initially thought. He has to repress the urge to roll his eyes.

"You can barely walk. C'mon, I'll drive. You'll thank me in the morning."

To her drunken mind, what he's saying makes sense. "Oh... M'kay." She mumbles, too intoxicated to question how he knows where her house even is, and in truth, he doesn't, but he's not taking her home.

She's going to his.

Jimmy keeps a tight grip on her as he leads her out of the bar towards his parked car. She's stumbling the whole way and leaning against him far more than she should. "Whoa, whoa. Careful, now." He says, though it lacks any sort of real concern for her well-being.

The drive back to his apartment feels longer with her babbling to him about pointless stories that he can hardly comprehend because she's recalling every event out of order. Jimmy has to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at her to shut up. He'll get plenty of use out of her mouth soon enough.

"Yeah, yeah. That's great." He says absentmindedly as she babbles on. He makes a show to listen, adding an occasional hum or wordless response to her ramblings, but he's only focused on getting her to his door. Finally, he parks the car and cuts off her incoherent chattering. "We're here."

It took her until now to realize she's not where she's supposed to be. "Umm... That's not my apartment." She points out, as Jimmy helps her out of the passenger seat, grabbing her arm to lead her along with him, leaving no room for her to protest or pull away.

"I'm takin' care of you tonight. Can't leave you home alone, you'll end up doin' something stupid." The way he lies without flinching is convincing enough to the inebriated woman, allowing him to drag her to his floor, and into his home.

The interior is messy, empty liquor bottles and cans laid on various surfaces, not excluding the floor, either. Half-smoked cigarettes fill an ashtray on the coffee table, a variety of trash littered in every corner. He won't bother cleaning up, of course. She's not here to judge how he lives.

"Sit." He gestures to his ratty couch. Jimmy speaks more like he's ordering her, rather than offering her a place to rest out of the kindness of his heart. She obeys nonetheless, collapsing onto the torn cushions. Fortunately, she can't properly notice the filth with double vision. Unfortunately, she doesn't know what she's in for.

He sits himself down next to her, too close, invading her personal space. He takes her chin in his hand and tilts her head around, studying her. "You're a pretty little thing, ain't you?" His arm snakes around her shoulder, pulling her close against him.

Lacking her usual judgement and reflexes, she let's him run his hands all over her, albeit confused as to why he's touching her like this in the first place. "Uhh... My boyfriend's not gonna like you doing that..." She tells him, inarticulately.

Jimmy laughs dryly, "Aww, your boyfriend wouldn't like it? And where is he if he cares about you so much, hm?" He lets his hand continue downward, tracing the curve of her ass. She recoils slightly, much to his displeasure. "I don't think I should do this..." She attempts to back away from him, but his grip is stuck firmly in place, her body forcibly pressed to his.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disappointment, "And here I thought you were a good girl. I've been so nice to you, haven't I? You should be thanking me." He gruffly tells her, his fake compassion long gone.

Jimmy pushes her to her back carelessly rough, grabbing her wrists in one hand to pin them above her head. He utilizes his free hand to pull her skirt up, bunching it at her waist. Thankfully, she's too stupid to fight back right now, her mind barely processing what's happening to her, unable to understand the danger she's in.

He takes two fingers to rub her pussy through her underwear, feeling her clit twitch at the contact. She squirms ineffectively, trapped under him. "N– Nooo..." She whines, kicking her legs weakly, yet despite her resistance, her slick begins to dampen the fabric. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of her body betraying her.

"If you don't want it, why's this little cunt all wet for me?" Jimmy pulls her underwear to the side, uncovering her glistening folds, spreading them to get a better look at her. She whimpers, ashamed that she's enjoying the way he toys with her pussy, as if it's not even attached to a human being.

He pinches her swollen clit just to watch her jolt. She attempts to close her legs, but he pins down her thighs with his knees, trapping her under his weight and keeping them spread apart. "You're not gettin' away from me," he grunts, "Not after I've put in so much effort gettin' you here."

Jimmy unzips his jeans, slipping his cock out through his open fly. He's already hard. He's been hard since the moment he finally got his hands on her. He runs his girthy, flushed tip up and down her wet slit, making her whine every time he repeatedly nudges against her rock hard bundle of nerves.

"Y' like that, huh? You're all the same once you get a bit of alcohol in your system. Just a bunch of cock hungry fuckin' sluts." Jim presses into her hole without warning, eliciting a gasp from her at the sudden intrusion. "I'll tell you what, though," he hisses through his teeth, "You've got one of the best holes I've ever felt."

Jim rams into her, his pace already relentless, and he's only just begun. Her body jerks at every brutal thrust, the sound of his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her ass, along with his heavy breathing and the occasional grunt filling the room. "That's all you're– shit– good for though, isn't it? This little pussy's the best thing you've got goin' for ya."

Both his hands find their way to her throat, squeezing uncomfortably tight. She tries to wriggle her way out of his grasp, or at least into a more comfortable position, but he firmly holds her down in place, supporting more of his weight directly onto her windpipe. She tries to gasp for air, claw at his arms and shoulders to get him to stop, but nothing works. Ice cold fear washes over her body when she realizes she can't breathe anymore. She can't even scream at him to get off of her, let alone speak.

"Sorry bout' this. I was tired of your fuckin' whining. You don't mind, do you?" He chuckles lowly to himself, leading her to believe that this is what he wants. He's intentionally trying to kill her. That only makes her panic more as she becomes lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, her limbs weakened and unable to properly writhe underneath him. Not that it'd help her anyway. All she can feel is his hands on her, cutting off her airway, lungs burning and eager for oxygen, and his cock pounding ruthlessly hard into her, bruising her insides.

Even when she falls unconscious and limp, her face turned a light shade of blue, he doesn't stop. "Better finish up while you're still warm, huh?" Jimmy huffs, fucking into her like he hates her, although he has no real reason to. "Cold pussy doesn't sound very appealing."

She's much more likeable when she's dead, he thinks. Quiet, laying there like an obedient little doll, her only purpose being to take his dick. He's not sure if she's actually dead yet, but taking the time to check her pulse doesn't exactly cross his mind.

He finishes inside her, a deep growl ripping from his chest, hot spurts of cum filling her hole to the brim. He finally removes his hands from her throat after he catches his breath, a ring of fresh, fingerprint shaped bruises around her neck. She's not breathing, her eyes still open, wide with the same fear she felt before he killed her. Jimmy pulls out of her with a sigh, like she's inconveniencing him by being dead.

"Fuck. You're gonna be a pain in the ass to hide, ain't you?" He grumbles, lighting a Newport and taking a long drag. "There's a... forest or somethin' a ways away from the city. That'll be a good spot for ya."

Jimmy himself is unsure if he's speaking aloud to himself, or the lifeless corpse laying on the couch beside him.

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[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 3: Settling In

Not edited or beta read

Pairings: poly141xoriginal character, GhostxSoap 

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, sexual situations, anal sex (male receiving and giving), medical inaccuracies, military inaccuracies 

“Here's your office, through that door is the medical examination room. Look around and tell me anything you need ordered from the hospital on base I’m not sure how the inventory is in there.” John states as Aurora glances around the small office. There’s a small desk with a computer and rolling chair, behind it are large bookshelves filled with medical books. To the right, there is a locked filing cabinet beside a door with a window leading into the medical exam room. 

Aurora smiles as she nods. “Of course Captain.” She says as she glances at the other pack mates standing at the door. “The filing cabinet should have the medical files for the four of us. I would show you the rest but I need to meet with Laswell so I’ll have Gaz show you the rest of the building.” John says as he pats Aurora on the shoulder. “Welcome to the pack.” He says in a gruff voice before turning to leave. 

Aurora watches as Kyle steps forward. Her bright eyes shine with humor as she stares up at him. “Let’s go mister your guide.” She says playfully causing him to let out a small chuckle as he turns to head back down the hallway. 

Aurora listens intently as he shows her the common room, the meeting room, and the office space where Price and Ghost's office are before stopping at a door that leads down a long hallway. 

“Our quarters.” Kyle says as he walks down the hall. “Price is at the end of the hall, the door at the direct end. My room is to his right.” Kyle says as he points to the door at the end and the door next to it. “Then Soap is next to me with Ghost right across.” He says as he continues to walk. “The door next to Soap leads to the bathroom, it’s communal sadly except of course Price has a private bathroom. Next to Ghost is the laundry.” Kyle says patting the two doors before stopping at the door across from his, between Ghost and Price's large suite. He opens the door and smiles. 

“This will be yours.” He says as the door swings open. Aurora glances inside to see her bags and suitcases sitting on and around the full-sized bed that sits in the middle of the room. Her things carry her scent, a strong mix of strawberries and something floral wafting from the room. 

Aurora takes in the room, not noticing the way the three men stiffen as her scent hits their noses. Ghost coughs to cover up a growl that seems to come from his chest. 

“The next building over has the mess and the gyms. I know you’re used to military so we do breakfast at 0600, lunch at 1200, and dinner at 1800 but the kitchen in the common room has snacks and you’re free to buy whatever and keep it in there.” Kyle says as he smiles at Aurora. 

“Oh wow okay, thank you.” She smiles as Kyle clears his throat. “Well, we will leave you to get packed. We will come get you for lunch. If you need anything let me know.” Kyle says as he gives a small wave and heads back out of the living area. 

Johnny and Ghost are standing there with Johnny looking up at Ghost curiously, trying to read his expression through the mask. “Do we have to wear scent-blocking patches or is it just up to us?” Aurora asks Johnny as she moves into her room. “It’s up to you Lass most of the time no one wears them unless they’re meeting someone new. Price thought it’d be a good idea since we’ve never met you before. We mainly wear them on missions honestly.”Johnny says as Aurora nods. “Good I hate them, they cause so many skin issues.” Aurora says as she reaches up and peels the thick patch off her neck and begins removing the ones on her wrists. Outside the door, Ghost takes a deep breath as her unfiltered, fresh scent hits his nose through the mask. His hands tighten into fists as he grabs Johnny by the back of the neck. 

“See you at lunch.” Ghost says gruffly as he practically drags Johnny back down the hallway toward the offices. Aurora watches them go curiously before turning back to her room to begin unpacking. 

“Shite LT you’re going to rip my spine out!” Johnny practically yells as his Alpha drags him into his office e before shutting the door. Ghost finally releases his tight hold as he shuts and locks the door. 

Johnny watches Ghost with a raised eyebrow as he begins removing the patches on his neck and wrists. As soon as the patches are removed the deep scent of gunpowder and tobacco permeates the room. 

“Bleeding Jesus.” Johnny gasps as the scent hits his nose the darkening of the scent causing his head to spin slightly. “What’s got you so worked up?” Johnny says as he watches Ghost fix him with an intense stare through his mask. 

Ghost ignores him as he slowly stalks towards him. “Ah, I see the little Omega has you all ready to go huh?” Johnny smirks as he backs up slightly, enjoying teasing his Alpha. 

“Johnny.” Ghost practically growls in warning, his voice deeper with his Alpha timber causing a shiver to go down Johnny's spine. Johnny smiles as Ghost finally grabs him around the back of the neck his hands making quick work to remove the patch lying there. When the patch is removed the smell of citrus and rain fills the office, and the smell is slightly dark as well. 

“Not the only one worked up by the ‘Mega.” Ghost grunts as he lifts his mask to reveal his mouth. Johnny groans as Ghost leans down and begins nipping at his neck causing him to let out small whimpers. Ghost glances at the clock behind his desk, 1100. “Gotta be quick.” He murmurs before pulling Johnny in for a rough kiss full of teeth and tongue. 

Ghost leans around Johnny and opens the top drawer of his desk, removing the bottle of lube he keeps there due to him cornering Johnny or Kyle in his often more often than not. Johnny whimpers when he hears the drawer open, a growl escaping his lips as he’s roughly spun around, his hands slapping on the desk loudly. 

Ghost makes quick work of the button and fly on Johnnys pants, barely shoving them down to his knees. He uncaps the lube and presses against Johnny's lower back to force him to bend over. “Come on, you know how I like it.” Ghost growls as Johnny lays his front flat on the desk and spreads his legs as much as he can. Ghost groans as he spreads the lube on Johnny's hole before slipping a finger inside to quickly prep him. Johnny releases whimpers as he’s quickly stretched before the ghost adds another. 

“Simon, please.” Johnny whimpers with his face pressed against the desk. A deep growl escapes Ghost's chest as he quickly undoes his pants, not bothering to pull them down more than enough to free himself. He lines himself up before releasing a loud growl as he slowly slides inside. 

Aurora smiles as she looks at her room. She had managed to move the bed so it was up against the far wall with the desk directly under her small window. All of her clothes were folded and put away in the closet and dresser. 

The bed was a mountain of pillows and blankets, a true Omega nest. She had just finished changing into more casual clothes, noticing that on base the dress code was much more lax for the task force, when a knock sounded at her door. She opens it to find Kyle smiling at her. “Lunch time.” He says with a smile. The scent of spearmint and linen fills the small space causing Aurora to smile at the relaxing scent of beta. 

“Good, I’m starving even though I know mess hall food isn’t the best.” Aurora laughs as she steps out and shuts her door. “It’s not, but it’s better than one of us cooking inpromise.” Kyle jokes causing Aurora to laugh slightly as they head to the mess. 

Aurora fills her plate with food and follows Kyle to a table in the corner where Ghost and Johnny are already seated. As she approaches and sits across from Johnny she notices that Ghost stiffens slightly. She can swear she hears him take a breath in as he continues to stare at his food. 

Kyle sits next to her and they begin to eat silently. After a moment Kyle sniffs the air and stares at Ghost and Johnny, noticing their scents are blending. Upon a harder look, Kyle starts smirking as he notices a fresh bite mark on Johnnys neck. “How was your paperwork LT?” Kyle says with a smirk as Ghost looks at him. “Fine.” Ghost grunts out as Johnny looks at Kyle with a smile. 

Aurora glances between the two betas and alpha before smirking as she notices the bite mark as well. “Ghost had a tendency to bite.” Kyle leans over to whisper through a laugh. She shakes her head with a laugh as she continues to eat her food. After a moment she feels eyes on her and glances up. Her heart practically stops as she meets Ghost's eyes, his pupils dilated as he stares at her. He doesn’t falter when he notices her staring back. After a moment Kyle clears his through causing her to jump and look at him. 

“So Cap said you were going to have to give us all exams and possibly some vaccines?” Kyle says as Aurora nods. “Yeah after lunch I’m going to go check the inventory and look at everyone’s files and then I’ll let you all know what you’re all missing and need to get caught up on.” She says as she takes a bite of her pizza. Kyle nods as he looks at the other three. 

“I’ll probably start the exams and stuff tomorrow morning after your training.” She says as she glances at Ghost. “You’ll go last for obvious reasons.” She says as she points her fork at him after taking a bite of salad. Ghost bristles slightly at that, squaring his shoulders and sitting up a bit taller. Aurora raises an eyebrow at his attempt to intimidate her. She doesn’t back down and continues to stare at him until Johnny leans over a places a hand on Ghost's shoulder causing him to relax and return to staring at his food. 

The group finishes their meal and breaks off, promising to see each other at dinner. Aurora heads to the medical office and the boys head off to training. 

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kinktober : day four - gn!reader x din djarin

prompt : pegging [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 2.1k

summary : din asks you to buy something for him at the local markets.

warnings, etc. : fluff, smut, sex toys, strap on, din sucks the strap, praise, anal, anal fingering, anal sex, men whimpering (yippee!), sub!din, readers anatomy is not described but it is implied that they don't have a penis

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You never used to be such a pushover. 

Then Din took off his helmet, casually, one unimportant day on the Crest, like it didn’t make your heart jump into your throat. 

Ever since then you haven’t been able to say no to him.

The moment you see that plush bottom lip and sad brown eyes you’re a goner.

So when you were stocking up on rations and fruit with the Mandalorian following close behind, and the baby locked away in his pod as you walked back to the ship, how were you supposed to say no. 

When he went suspiciously quiet as you walked past an adult store you ignored it, thinking he was just embarrassed. But once you were on the ship he took his helmet off and his eyes are just far too pretty and wide with want, you already know that no matter what he asks you’ll say yes. 

“Can you go back and buy something for me?” He makes his way over to you, any facade of a deadly killer melting away and he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Why don't you just buy it for yourself?” 

“Please?” He whines, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. 

“Fine, what is it?”

He mumbles against your hair as he pulls you closer. 

“Speak up, sweet boy.” You can’t help but smile at how timid he’s become so quickly. 

“One of the strap ons?” His voice cracks and his grip on your waist tightens briefly as you turn around in his arms, grinning at him. 

“You want me to buy a strap on?” You take his face in your hands as he nods. “That baby better be asleep when I get back.” You give his cheek a kiss before turning on your heel and leaving the ship, you can hear the pod zipping around behind you as you exit. 

You return to the stand you’d passed earlier, picking out a harness, some lube, and a toy to go with it. A black dildo, not too long and on the thinner side, not wanting to overwhelm him. You return to the ship in no time, finding Din waiting for you. 

“Kids asleep, and I set the ship navigation system to take off once we lock up.” He rushes through his words. 

“Someone’s excited.” The tips of his ears burn a shade of red you’ll never get sick of seeing. “Get the ship on course, I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.” 

You’re being rather generous calling it a bedroom, you’d convinced him to upgrade the cot, now it’s big enough for a two person mattress and you can almost stand up, you decorated it to make it feel more like a home, string lights and quilts. 

You crawl in, flipping on the dim overhead light as you get everything ready, you strip out of your clothes and slip on the harness, the leather is snug around your hips when the door opens once more, he’s already removed his armor, so he’s in only his flight suit when he joins you. He crawls up towards you, eyes on the plastic toy as he nestles between your legs. You run your hands along his shoulder, tugging at the fabric. 

“Take this off, sweetness.” You murmur softly as he enthusiastically shoves it down off his body before kneeling, straddling your legs as you sit with your back against the wall. You gingerly wrap your hand around his already leaking cock, going painstakingly slow as he brings his hands to rest on the metal behind you. “Is this what you wanted?” He whines as you take your hands off of him, gripping the base of your rubber cock with one and tangling your fingers in his hair with the other. “Why don’t you wet this for me?” 

You don’t even have to guide him as he lays down on his stomach before tentatively taking the tip of it in his mouth. His plush lips wrap around the black phallus as you caress his hair. 

“There you go.” You whisper under your breath, watching as he hollows out his cheeks, bracing his hands on your thighs. He’s so eager, his mouth already slick as he bobs his head up and down with ease, you know from past experiences with him that he doesn’t have a gag reflex as he often sucks your fingers when you ride him. This is no different, he hungrily takes the majority of it in his mouth, your hand resting in his hair as he does so. “Ravenous little thing.” You laugh softly, letting him blow you for a few more minutes before you pull him off of you. “Turn around sweetness.” You lean down to kiss his forehead, smiling at the way his lips look wet and puffy.

You bend him over, being gentle with him to keep him as comfortable as possible. You generously coat your fingers in lube, taking extra care to pour some down the curve of his ass as well, watching as it slowly drips down before falling past his hole. 

“I want you to talk to me while I do this, okay? I want to hear that pretty voice.” He nods and you take that as your sign to start, using the hand that isn’t slick you spread him open, pulling the round flesh of his ass to the side as you run two fingers over his puckered hole, scooping up some of the dripping lube, rubbing it over his entrance.

“Please- more.” He whimpers and you’re more than happy to oblige, sliding in a finger, just down to the first knuckle, watching his spine arch down into the mattress. “More- I can take more.”

“More already?” You say in a mocking tone but you still sink the digit in further, until you find the soft spot inside of him, experimentally curling your finger against it. You instantly feel him clench around you, his body going rigid, you quickly run your palm down his spine. “Relax sweet boy.” It takes him a moment, he mostly just gasps and hums to himself until you finally feel him loosen up. You move the slick finger in and out of him, gently rubbing his back as you do.

“Another, please.” He whispers so quietly it’s barely audible in the small space but you immediately indulge him, withdrawing completely before working two fingers into his tight hole, grinning as he pushes back against your hand. “Feels good.” He lets out a shaky breath and you once again press into that sensitive spot within him, watching as he writhes under your touch. 

“Think you can come like this?” You tease him as he grinds his hips back against you. 

“I don’t- I don’t know, ah-” He tapers off into a whine as you curl your fingers once harshly. 

“I want you to try.” You resume your work, thrusting your fingers in and out of him, making sure you push against that spot that makes him writhe, until it’s clear he isn’t going to be able to finish like this. His skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat. You know from previous sessions that he can’t come if he doesn’t get some other kind of stimulation. You can see the way his balls tighten when you crook your fingers against his prostate, desperate for a release, while his pretty red tipped cock twitches against his belly. 

You just want to hear him beg. 

“Can I touch myself? Please?” He gasps out.

“Yes baby.” You slide in a third finger and he lurches forward, burying his face in the quilts as his hand begins hastily jerking himself off. It only takes a moment after that, you curl your fingers one last time and with a strangled cry he comes, coating his hand as he sloppily strokes himself, you work him through it, slowly moving your fingers back and forth until he’s finished. The moment you remove your digits he whimpers.

“I want your cock now.” He whines, the smile on your face grows at how sweet he sounds.  

“Can you ask nicely?”

“Please fuck me- fuck my ass.” He whimpers, grinding back against your hips, as you slide the dildo between his cheeks, savoring his noises as he tries to line it up with his entrance. You watch with lust blown eyes as he arches his back, pushing his rear higher into the air until you finally prod at his puckered hole with the tip of the toy. 

“Is this what you want, sweetness?” You purr, his hole flutters as you continue to tease him, dragging the dildo through the slick between his legs. “You want my cock, handsome?” His fingers tangle in the sheets for only a moment before he flexes his hands, he can’t seem to stop squirming. 

“Mhmm.” He squeaks, after another second of waiting he lays his head down on the pillows before reaching his hands back to spread the globes of his ass, letting out an obscene whine as he does so. When you look down at him his bottom lip juts out, his eyes wide wide with want. 

And you can’t say no to that. 

Steadying a hand at the base of your shaft and one on his lower back you ease the toy in, savoring the sight of how he sucks you in so eagerly. 

“If I knew you were so desperate for my cock I’d have bought one of these sooner.” You muse, you make an attempt to hold him in place but once you push into him he grinds his hips back, taking all of it in one smooth motion, mewling softly. You slide your hands up the scarred expanse of his back, trying to soothe his impatience. “Slow down, sweet boy, don’t be greedy.” You chuckle, but he just pushes back against you again. 

“P-please…” He lets out a wanton moan and you happily oblige, slowly and deliberately rocking your hips back and forth. 

“If you want more you have to stay still.” You grab his waist, continuing your leisurely pace as he does his best to stay still. “Only good boys get fucked, are you gonna be a good boy, Din?” He nods and you gently take his hands from where they grip his own flesh and guide him back down to the sheets, placing your own over them as you begin to find a much harsher rhythm with your thrusts. Your body is flush with his as you pull those delicious sounds from him until he’s reduced to squeaks and gasps. “Are you happy now? Pretty little thing just needed to be fucked?” 

“Yes- ah, yes.” He exhales low and heavy as you snap your hips forward, hoping to hit that spot inside of him, when you get a drawn out keen from him you know you’ve found it. Focusing on that spot you keep your movements dialed in on that, his eyes quickly roll back as you pound into him. After a few more moments you reach one hand around him to stroke his dick, delighted to find him already hard again. 

“You’re gonna come again, just like this.” You say it matter of factly as he begins writhing once more, you can already feel him pulsing in your hand as you make a conscious effort to push into his prostate as you milk his cock. He quickly goes rigid in your arms and you can feel the sticky heat on your hand as he whines beneath you. “Let it out, sweetness.” You hum softly, working him through it until his breathing goes steady and his cock goes soft. “Such a good boy. Are you okay?” You untangle yourself from his body as he nods.

You pull out slowly, careful not to hurt him. He slumps forward, exhausted as you fiddle with the clasps on the strap, removing it and setting it aside before bending down to kiss his lower back once before giving him a gentle slap on the ass. 

“I’ll be right back.” You murmur before grabbing a sheet to cover yourself as you exit the cubby, you throw the toy in the sink of the fresher as you grab a washcloth, running it under the sink before returning to him. He’s mid-yawn when you crawl up beside him, you wipe his face first, washing away a bit of drool that’s gathered at the corners of his mouth before rolling him onto his back. You wipe his excess spend from his abdomen before tenderly lifting his legs to wipe the mess of lube and sweat from him. Once you’re happy with your work you lay him down, pulling him against your chest. “Do you need anything else?” You whisper, caressing his hair as he shakes his head. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles against your chest as he closes his eyes and you press one last kiss to the top of his head.

a/n : this is my first time writing pegging & gn!reader so i hope this was okay!!

[iifishizzleii]

obsessing over older!reader and ghost.

older reader taking care of simon ‘ghost’ riley, spoiling him rotten with the wealth they’ve accumulated over the years of a successful career.

simon ‘ghost’ riley who’s treated like a spoiled cat after retirement by you, fed only the most delicious, healthiest foods, and clothed in only the most comfortable outfits. if there’s a certain brand he prefers in shirts/pants/boxers, you buy it for him in bulk. if he only likes a specific tea, you make sure there’s always at least two boxes of it in the cabinet.

he’s uncomfortable at first, so unused to being the one NOT in control, hyper aware of the chances that this could be a ploy at getting information on the 141. who knows why you choose to be with a fuck up like him— with your money, looks, and genuinely loving personality, you could bag anyone you want. it almost feels like a sick joke and he’s waiting for the punchline to hit him. but, you’re patient and you’re kind. you’re firm in your stance that you won’t leave when he tries to self-sabotage your relationship, but you wait for his boundaries to lower instead of barreling straight through them.

and then you become his safe space. his sanctuary. you’re the voice that quells his demons, the touch that guides him through black waters. you’re a tree bearing fruits and fresh air in a world where he’s only ever known grey skies and smoky fogs. you don’t calm him like a parent guides a timid child; you calm him like a bear settling in for hibernation after a scorching summer and perilous fall.

you’re a natural provider, ghost a protector, so what you give him in comfort he returns in safety. you take him out on dates, dress him up like your prettiest doll in outfits that range from form fitted suits and casual jeans and a henley. and in turn, he becomes your (rather delectable, if you say so yourself) shadow, a hand on your lower back, the other on your waist. he gauges the crowd, switching between cold stares and gentle hums of acknowledgment as you coo soft compliments in his ear and kiss little praises to his scarred throat. what used to be a common occurrence of desperate women and stubborn men become a rarity with ghost by your side.

he’s like a dragon protecting its hoard when you become the most precious thing in his life. and he hates himself for spending so long denying you, for making you wait nearly months to hold his hand, and a year to kiss his cheek. but, you tell him it’s okay with an amused gleam in your eyes and a soft smile.

and for the first time in years, he trusts wholeheartedly what he’s told.

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 5 Part 2

Continuing from chapter 33!

This seems out of continuity. Why is Falin an adult, but ambrosia is still incomplete? Regardless, a blessed image.

Did you know Marcille is 50 years old? Somehow, this information makes me more confused as to her relative age.

I don't know how to feel about the fact that they can express emotions like that. Also, why so sexy? Mimicry isn't exactly their MO.

I mean, if fish-men were a gray area despite being fish, than surely a plant is fine. That's not even close.

I love how the male dryads are feminine and the female dryads are masculine, purely so Kui could put silly man faces on the fruit.

See? Laios has standards. He (almost) draws the line at eating babies.

Depending on the spear, it can be a makeshift chopper. Or just grab a halberd and split the difference.

Gotta love how the moment Marcille acquiesces to semi-cannibalism, she discovers her new favorite dungeon food.

Technically it works. Those two are young adults, and you two... are not.

An important image.

Daw, it's the same spell Marcille showed her back in the day.

I know I've said I head-canon Laios as aroace, but I would find it really funny if he was aroace, but really had a thing for ears for some reason. He even mentioned elf ears when backpedaling with Zon.

She's beauty, she's grace, she will punch you in the face.

Look Marcille, if you had met Asivia, you'd probably agree.

Don't worry, it's cool. You can just draw as much power as you want, and nothing lives there to yell at you. Probably.

You know you're in some shit when the boss comes with a dark souls style title card.

Don't worry, he'll always be with you in spirit.

An important panel.

As seen in that one Izutsumi extra, Senshi's greatest fear is getting crushed by a pickling weight.

What are they doing? Their best.

Clearly, if you use a different weight, it won't work.

Which of these idiots came up with "Big Ears". Also, you can tell Laios respects him the most since he settles for just a lil' poke.

Hm... I noticed one in the grave yard but didn't think much of it. But here is another winged lion statue with horns. Eh, I'm sure it's nothing.

You know how it is. You get called cute once, and suddenly it's your favorite outfit.

Wait, it took them a whole week to catch up with the Touden party?

I was going to complain more, but this is actually pretty interesting.

One day, you too could generate the gametes to make an idiot like Laios.

Look on the bright side! With all your practical experience, you could write the new definitive guide!

Just imagine how many frog suits you could buy with that sort of money.

And another volume is complete! See you guys next time for volume 6!

(Also, I apologize for making an inaccurate joke in my chapter 0 post. Izutsumi arrives in chapter 40, not 42. I hope you can forgive this error.)

[tea-moon-ster]

Lovers Rock

Alex spoke one (1) word in German in Vaincre? Well, he gets public sex in a club toilet in Berlin.

This is my gift for @noopienoopiernoopiest for the Noot Christmas Exchange. Hope you enjoy! And happy holidays everyone! read it on ao3 here.

(Raiting: E. Contains sex and mentions of alcohol)

As many of Alexander’s plans, Kasey didn’t know what, where, when or how it started.

But Alex had won their annual “vacation pick” game, and could choose their summer destination.

In his perennial state of confusion, Kasey thought of how two months prior Natalie and him had lost at Just Dance, and now there they were. In a cab in the centre of Berlin.

Natalie was looking out of the window, eyes glittering with the mesmerizing lights of the city. She was dressed in a web of straps, black leather and chains, that hugged her body in all the right places—getting out of their suite had taken longer than expected. The dark makeup and combat boots matched the city’s nightlife, just like the city matched Natalie’s core.

A hand moved on her leg.

Alexander was a show to behold himself.

Kasey, then again, didn’t know how, but one hour after an intercontinental flight and their arrive at the hotel, Alex already “had a guy” to buy clothes fit for the Berlin scene. And there he was, in an open, oversized blazer that left his chest bare and glinting with his necklace. Kasey had seen him double look the skirts many men wore around town, a bit wary—both Kasey and Nat had held their breaths—but in the end Alex had opted for large trousers. The beard uncut, the hair styled by Natalie—he was made to be devoured.

The redhead was sitting in between them, a hand on each partner. One on Natalie’s thigh, and one around Kasey’s shoulders. They had ordered a few drinks at the hotel and the air felt frizzy already, and all Kasey could think of was how all this turned them all on. Alex organizing a night out, taking pleasure in buying them things and taking them places. Treating and touching them, casually until they were alone, and then in a vertigo of sensations. He was always so careful, wonderful Alexander, to make them feel good. In body and mind. Even the boldest of smiles hid attentive eyes and drums in his chest.

The cab came to a stop, and Alex shouted an excited Danke, danke schön! and paid. Kasey fixed his crop top as they got out of the car, immediately surrounded by people lining at the entry of the first club. A hand immediately found his waist, and another his arm, and he felt theirs in the middle of the sidewalk.

Alex guided them to the VIP entry, showing something on his phone to the bodyguard, who nodded. A moment later, Natalie was dragging them inside in an excited run that Alex matched immediately. Kasey had accepted being dragged around by them as his philosophy of life, and didn’t have enough hands to adjust his pants as this all turned him on even more.

.

The club had been Natalie’s pick, and Kasey could see she felt in her element. Walls and ceilings were dark mirrors, that reflected purple neon lights at the beat of techno music. People moved freely around the small space, eyes closed and bare smiles. Either everyone knows everyone, or these people just like to dance against strangers, Kasey thought as he found himself in the middle of the room, feeling out of place—it was nothing like American clubs. Alex immediately went to get them drinks, with a kiss to their cheeks, and Natalie danced. Her arms, legs, head, every part of her body was in tune with music, space and people. Hypnotizing since day one, and fully aware of it, Natalie looked at Kasey in the eyes. Small hands took his, and evenings spent dancing in the kitchen came back in well-practiced steps. He finally felt himself relax into Natalie, and her smile as she noticed was blinding.

Alex came back with their drinks and the story of the bartender’s life, the club too loud to hear it anyways. The summer heat made the cocktails disappear quickly, and Kasey was glad, because Alex now had both hands free to grab Natalie’s waist as they danced. And, hell, did they dance. They found their rhythm, and each other’s lips, with an ease Kasey worshipped.

The move in Alex’s hips against Natalie’s, unapologetic to a fault, left him stare at them until, once again, he was pulled into their magic. Chest against chest against back, Kasey danced and remembered how they enjoyed being this close, in a room by themselves, and no clothes or techno involved.

But was it that different?

Alexander’s exposed Adam’s apple, Natalie going down before slowly coming up again. Hands that said mine, kisses that tasted of each other. Kasey pressed in between them, the scruff of Alex’s beard on his neck and Natalie’s hands on his chest, it all threw him back to other nights and other thoughts. He was sure Natalie could feel his semi-hard on just like he could feel Alex’s.

At any other time, Kasey would have done a double take. But it was summer, and they were free and together and without a care in the world for another three weeks. He was “pleasantly tipsy”, as Natalie liked to say, and they were in a club in Berlin. So, he let himself go, and feel, and touch, and dance with his two.

Two men who’d been dancing nearby for a while approached them, bending to ask Natalie something in German. When she shook her head, they tried with English. “Join us? Attractive people, all three!”

The smiles were polite, the eyes longing.

Natalie smiled back, caressing Alex’s hand, now on her waist. “No, thanks! Exclusive, ja? Mine.”

The duo nodded back enthusiastically and went back to their place after waving hands.

Before Natalie could turn to look at her men, Alex was kissing her neck while keeping Kasey close. “Yours, ja?”

Before Kasey knew, he was attacking the free side of Natalie’s neck, and Alex’s hands was in his jeans’ rear pocket.

“Fucking mine,” Natalie breathed, head tilted to give them more working room.

“Then let’s to the toilet.”

Once again, Kasey was being dragged by two hands through the chaos of the club. He saw men kissing men, women kissing women, and people kissing people in a whirlwind of lights. His heart was beathing everywhere with the loud music, but pulsing in one place specifically.

Urgency and desire were mixing too quickly to keep their hands to themselves. The rush to a free, secluded stall was inebriating, and before Alex could lock the door behind them, a mouth was on his neck and hands found his erection. Kasey kept a hand on the redhead’s mouth, and as expected, it vibrated with a moan. Alex pushed against the two hands working him through the fabric, needy and ready.

Natalie was hastily tying her hair when Alex shook his head.

“No time. Please.”

Kasey cursed under his breath as he let Natalie lower his trousers and boxers, focusing on a nipple for a second. The hot skin and the open access the jacket left made it too easy, and Alex was furrowing his brows more and more—they all knew what it meant.

Unable to stay still, Alex lowered his hand on Natalie, who nodded to the brush of fingertips against her. Kasey grinded into Alex’s ass, now set of what he wanted but not sure if he would last enough. Alex’s next moan against Kasey’s palm was a desperate prayer and warning, the urgency shaking his hips as Natalie worked on his length. Kasey could see her, too, relax and tense against Alex’s hand, biting her lip not to let a sound out.

Pushes and grinds against Kasey’s cock sent him too close to the edge multiple times, especially with Alex’s suffocated, wet moans against him. Kasey returned the hand on the nipple to Alex’s balls, touching them just like he knew would catapult him into ecstasy.

Sure as dawn, Alex stilled a moment later in a strangled groan, before relaxing against Kasey. Two heartbeats later, he was kneeling in front of Natalie.

It was her turn to be hushed by Kasey, with kisses this time. Alex worked her fast, moaning in appreciation at the hand pulling his hair.

“Yes, Alexander, fucking mine,” Natalie breathed.

When the redhead brought two fingers to her mouth, which were sucked desperately and thoroughly, before bringing them down again and looking at Kasey, the goalie felt them violently his.

A trembling hand reached for the condom in his wallet, unable to look away from where Alex was eating Natalie out greedily, eyes closed from his own fingers prepping himself. Natalie, too lost in her own pleasure to care, held her breath as her hips shook uncontrollably. Alex didn’t let go, insisting against the spasm until everything stilled.

Kasey helped Natalie on the toilet, kissing her gently and everywhere.

“Kase,” Alex called, breathless.

If he hadn’t been hard for an hour at that point, Kasey would have cradled Natalie as she recovered. He would have prepped Alex without haste, taking sweet time and slow moves. But he’d been horny all night, and Alex was waiting for him.

With a kiss to Natalie’s temple, he lined up behind Alex, making sure he was ready. He let their breaths sync before bringing a hand to Alex’s belly to keep them stable and close. From the corner of his eye, he could see Natalie cupping and stroking herself lazily as she stared at their almost connected bodies.

“Kase,” Alex urged again.

Kasey knew he wasn’t going to last the second his tip entered Alex. The breath was punched out of both of them, Alex leaning on the wall in front of him with his elbows, head rocking in between raised shoulders. Natalie’s litany of mine, both fucking mine, echoed in whispers in the stall.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck,” Kasey muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he was finally all in. He had to take a few deep breaths, focusing on Alex’s hot body bend before him. He ran a hand down his back.

“Alex, babe, relax,” he whispered. “It’s me, relax for me.”

It took Alex a while, a few of Natalie’s honey-sweet murmurs and praises, and deep breaths himself. When his hips sank more, and his shoulders lowered, Kasey called him Good boy, and began moving.

The best kind of heat was surrounding him. Natalie knelt to whisper to Alex and touch him, keeping him silent when Kasey hit the right spot too many times. Hands on the redhead’s hips, Kasey delivered short, quick thrusts, feeling tears at the corner of his eyes. Oh, it had been a long time since they’d done this. Before the league, before the distance, long enough to disturb an ache deep inside him. But they were together, in every sense, and feeling good.

Too good.

Kasey felt the tremors arrive at his feet, and that's when he knew the edge was just around the corner.

He tried to warn Alex, but before he could, Alex began meeting his thrusts, and that’s when Kasey saw nothing, and nothing was white.

.

They were walking hand in hand (in hand) by the canal. An early tram passed by, reflected in the orange and pink water of the sky at dawn. The city was slow to wake up, and silence made their heads pulse with the loudness of the night. They’d jumped from club to club, until morning had come. Baked goods from an early bakery had tasted like heaven, and water fountains had cooled them down. Tired smiles walked around in intertwined arms, and sat down on the steps before the canal.

“So.” Alex clapped his hands on his legs. “Where are we going tonight?”

.

[crazyunsexycool]

https://youtube.com/shorts/OAZPlh1G4bw?si=fJ-aqcBnY1UI4SXg

Henry on Valentine's day!

She was his classmate from kindergarten. At first Henry is all shy and secretive that he has a crush on a girl from his class. He secretly collects and makes stuff for her for Valentine's day.

Henry becomes invisible when he is all nervous. When Bucky caught him doing something, Henry immediately goes shy and invisible.

Then he tells his daddy about her. Bucky advises him what to do and Sugar is so happy and proud of her little baby making progress.

Henry let Lottie add her final touch of glitter to the card! Because of course Lottie is the best artist duh🤷‍♀️

Listen…. Listen!!! Omg how fucking cute is that!!!

Henry’s first crush

I think this moment would be so much more impactful to Henry because he’s already 8 years old and he’s done things that no child should ever do and most adult wouldn’t either. So he’d be in 3rd grade (technically) when he has his first crush. And all of this is so new to him so it can be a little bit overwhelming.

Our sweet boy doesn’t know how to go about it. Would he get in trouble for liking a girl? Henry’s not sure so he keeps quiet. Until Bucky notices that something’s going on and sits Henry down.

Initially he thinks that maybe someone is bullying Henry at school but when he finally gets the truth out Bucky can’t help but be proud.

I mean, Barnes men were ladies men, you know. 😉

It did take Bucky a while to get Henry to open up because the minute he walked if something was wrong Henry went completely invisible. But Henry told him everything and even showed him the Valentine’s Day card he was working on.

“Why a card?”

“You give mama stuff all the time and she loves it. I thought maybe Lily would like a gift too.” Henry says shyly.

“Lily huh? I think she’ll love it. Maybe we can go buy her some flowers too. What do you say?”

Henry smiles timidly but nods. Bucky ruffles his hair and tells him to keep working on his card. Then he immediately goes to tell sugar who in turn starts crying happy tears. Her baby has a crush? Who would have known it would be so soon.

~~~~~~~~~

Before Valentine’s Day the Barnes family heads to the store where Henry guides Lottie to the toy aisle and lets her pick the stuffie she thinks his friend Lily would like the most.

“This one bubba.” She picks up a multicolored unicorn.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I see it. She lobes it.” Lottie nods.

“Thanks baby.”

“You welcome.” They hold hands all the way out of the store. Then they go to the flower shop and pick up a small but cute bouquet and a ballon that says happy Valentine’s Day.

****

Sugar had coordinated with Lily’s mom so that the kids could exchange gifts because apparently Lily couldn’t stop talking about Henry either. The day of thought Henry stood in his suit, going from visible to translucent and completely invisible.

“Take a deep breath baby. You’ll be fine.” Sugar says.

Now imagine Lily’s dad opening the door only knowing that one of Lily’s classmates is coming by not not expecting two avengers to be standing at his door.

Anyways the kids exchange gifts. The moms are recording and trying not to cry. The dada are standing there awkwardly. Henry and Lily have a great time. Henry tells Lily all about how his baby sister helped him with everything.

It’s very sweet and Henry starts to open up more and more as the school year goes by.

This is definitely one of the things that help him open up the most though!

[kinnbig]

hi hello i’m Obsessed with your posts about who of the kinnporsche men are the most pathetic and horny (the way you logically analyse it is sending me) and i was wondering if you had any thoughts about who is the worst at flirting? :))

hi hello! thank you ah they are a lot of fun to make! and omg. okay. so i have excluded porsche and chay from this because those brothers both have game (even if it's kinda weird game)! this time, points are awarded for good (or... not awful) flirting and deducted for Bad flirting, so the worst flirt is the one with the least amount of points. science.

Kinn's guide to flirting:

make intense eye contact in the mirror as you dress him in a fancy suit +1 

talk about his dead parents and committing his first murder before you kiss him for the first time -2

ask him if he’d like you if he was a girl -1 

smash, then insist he’s not special and have your bodyguards punish him -3 

imply that he has a small dick when you’re handcuffed together in the wilderness -1

tell him to leave… maybe because he’d sacrifice a hand for you. maybe because you crossed his line. maybe- maybe because you like it when he’s happy. +3

make so, so many gun/dick puns -1

reminisce with your ex in front of him -1

lock him up in a dungeon for real -3

take him on a helicopter ride for his birthday +2

suggest he give up smoking and should put your dick in his mouth instead of cigarettes -1

total: -7

Vegas' guide to flirting:

light his cigarette for him +1

suggest he comes and works for you after roasting your cousin over noodles +1  2a. get hit in the head by a tray -2

bring him a limp rose in a hospital room (get rejected) -2

buy him a sick motorbike +2

offer him a job, then try and kiss him in your bathroom (get rejected again) -2

dip your wet clothed leggies in a pool, and tell him to be nice if he ever has to kill you -1

...tie him up in a warehouse, threaten to kill him so many times, be in cahoots with the guy that kidnapped his brother -3

Vegas' guide to flirting (take 2):

‘accidentally’ give him your monster condom for your magnum dong +1

tie him up in your basement -2 

electrocute his balls -3 

threaten his grandma -2 

beat him with a belt, make him eat off the floor, call him your pet -2 

…cry about your daddy issues -2

bond over your mutual daddy issues -1  

have a funeral for your pet hedgehog together -1

eat his ass +5 

tell him he’s sexy +2

ask him to shoot you -2

tell him he’s not your pet any more +2  12a. …in front of your little brother -1

total: -12

Kim's guide to flirting:

lie about your motivations for getting to know him -2

give him a guitar as a gift +2

ask him to write you a love song +2

give him a lil kiss on the cheek +1

when he tells you he loves you, tell him you’re hungry -1

…ghost him -2

leave him crying on the ground -1

stalk him to a club, punch his friends, and tell him not to do drugs -1

leave him dead bodies as gifts -2

plagiarise his own song to try and win him back -1

total: -5

.....it's vegas. obviously.

more very scientific kinnporsche research