#Jeffrey combs shirtless

[weyounthevorta]

Jonathan, Evil Clergyman (1988)

[ozymoron]

pinterest gives me images of bruce campbell and jeffrey combs shirtless when i specifically asked for dan cain images and none of the images theyre giving me contain his boobs im actually fine with this neverm,ind

[negansbabydoll66]

Hey guys I was super leery about posting this one shot simply because I didn’t know how people were going to take it. I hope you enjoy and also to all the tumblur writers please give feedback and ways to improve my writing. Without further a do I present to you this smutty goodness.

Characters: Jeffrey, Hilarie, Gus, George

Warnings: Smut, Invasion of privacy, Psychotic features.

I had been babysitting little George and Gus for about a month now. Jeffrey and Hilarie’s family is amazing they’re the cutest. But I just hate that I can’t have him. The way we almost touched hands. The way he almost kissed me as he went to hug me. The very sight of him makes me weak at the knees.

This particular night I was babysitting, Jeff and Hilarie had gone on a date night. They said they wouldn’t be too late and I would only have to watch them for a few hours. Jeffrey looked amazing. His greying beard was prominent, his tall slender body in a fitted suit, his hair combed back. His cologne enough to send me into overdrive.

I watched out the window as they drove away. I wondered how it would feel to be in the passenger seat since Jeffrey was driving.

I was playing with George until she had fallen asleep Gus did to I took this time to sneak away and find Jeffrey and Hilarie’s bedroom. I went into the closet and swaddled myself in Jeffrey’s clothes closed my eyes and pretended like he was holding me, like I was the only woman he loved.

I also took this time to install tiny undetectable cameras in the bathroom and their bedroom just so one day just maybe I would catch a glimpse of Jeffrey showering and he’d never know I’m watching.

A few hours later I heard the door unlock and Jeffrey’s laugh rang through the living room. The most amazing sound I’ve ever heard other than his speaking voice. “How’d it go?” He asked. “Amazing George is a little angel and so is Gus” i said back trying to keep quiet. “Thank you so much for watching them tonight” Hilarie spoke. “No problem at all” i said smiling.

I tried not to stare at her husband to much where she’d know I have a thing for him it’s more than just a thing it’s a hot burning desire. “I should get going it’s late” I started. “Call me anytime you need me to watch the kids they’re a joy to be around” i said smiling and heading for the door.

“Thanks again” Jeffrey said smiling flashing his dimples. “You’re welcome” i said and with that I walked back home we were neighbors and sometimes I’d watch from my upstairs bedroom window when Jeffrey would go outside light a cigarette sometimes shirtless showing his tattoos. Oh the many times my hand has wandered into my panties with that image.

When I got home I quickly went upstairs and opened my laptop to look and see if the cameras would capture anything sexy and to my surprise they did. I watched as Jeffrey was taking his blazer off while Hilarie had already gotten into bed. “I had such a good time” Hilarie said. “I did too baby” He said back and kissed her forehead.

Jeffrey then went into the bathroom and shut the door. I watched as he took every article of clothing off and threw it on the floor in a pile and thought oh my god this is really about to happen. He turned the shower on and got in. The water hitting his body caused him to let out a relaxed moan which set me ablaze.

Fucking hell! The way his chest hair and beard were dripping wet. His tattoos glistening. Just then I thought it couldn’t get any better then this. He started fisting his now rock hard cock with his right hand while his left was up against the wall in front of him. My hand was now in my panties rubbing the throbbing wetness he had created. He went a little faster and so did I both of us chasing our highs.

His moans and groans were music to my ears. The way his arm was tense and strong going up and down his long thick shaft. Not to long after he went a little slower as he started to shoot ropes of cum in the shower. “Fuuuucckkk” he moaned as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back basking in the sweet sensation of that powerful orgasm. I had reached my climax too “ohh Jeffrey” I moaned as I drenched my hand with my arousal.

Then he started putting the soap all over his body and rinsed it off. I watched intently it’s like he was moving in slow motion. God he’s so fucking sexy. He walked out in nothing but a towel. I never thought I would ever get to see underneath his clothes.

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[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Touch of my Hand”

You have quite possibly the luckiest job in the world.

What is it?

You're a personal masseuse for Shawn Michaels and Triple H in the WWF.

But you're massaging is different.

You aren't just massaging their backs and shoulders, but you also get to do something else with them.

Something I'll say later on in this fanfic.

The year is 1997, August 1997 to be exact, and Shawn Michaels, in your opinion, as for now, looks sexier than ever before.

During the majority of the 90's Shawn had that tacky Billy Ray Cyrus in 1992 mullet.

Thank God he recently eventually ditched it.

You were in an empty, clean looking dressing room, you and Shawn were the only people in the room.

Shawn was sitting on a light grey colored love seat couch, you love the name of that couch; loveseat.

You were sitting on Shawn's lap, your legs sprawled out across his lap like you were giving him a lapdance, your legs basically were spread eagle.

Shawn was shirtless, dressed in his iconic Heartbreak Kid tights.

You noticed Shawn had some little chest hair on his chest.

Happy happy joy joy!

That means you can run your fingers through not just the hair atop his head, but on his chest too.

You had your left hand on Shawn's shoulder, kneading and massaging his shoulder, easing the pain on his shoulder.

The other hand was on his chest.

You were running your fingers through the curly little hairs on his chest, your hand going up and down his chest over and over again, touching and caressing his chest, like you were combing his chest hairs, which you basically were.

This is another thing you did with massaging Shawn Michaels and Triple H.

These were the only 2 wrestlers you did this to, and thank God you didn't massage some unsexy wrestler like Yokozuna.

Not just massaging their shoulders and backs, but caressing their bare chests, rubbing your hands up and down their chests.

There's more to this too, I'll get to this later.

Besides combing his chest hairs with your fingers, you also ran your hand up and down over and over again on Shawn’s nipples. 

His nipples were very sensitive, much like yours, and Shawn REALLY thoroughly enjoyed this.

So much, blood was circulating to his cock, making his shaft stand up completely.

He kicked his head back, his eyes rolled in the back of his head while his eyelids shut and covered completely the whites in his eyes, his mouth was slightly agape.

He could nearly moan from this. 

After wrestling his ass off, sweating his ass off, rehearsing his lines and wrestling moves and whatnot, he needs some relaxation and kicking back, to take his mind off of all of this.

And you were the girl to do this.

While his chest might've not have been super hairy like say, Alec Baldwin's, chest hair is still chest hair nonetheless.

"Hey Shawn" you whispered to him, whispering in your best phone sex hotline girl voice.

You craned your face into Shawn's ear.

Your voice was enough to make him shiver (sorry, couldn't help saying that) and basically be what he describes what happens when women see him in the lyrics to his entrance theme.

You know, "I send chills up and down their spine", "I make 'em hot", "I make 'em shiver", etc.

What you were doing to Shawn was what he was describing about women in his entrance music.

Shouldn't it be vice versa?

Your voice was perfect not just for him, but people who've went through a rough day at work and could be relief for people going through a rough day.

"You like this?" you asked him, rubbing your hand up and down his chest.

"I do, yes" he replied, nodding his head up and down, leaving behind his cute little smile.

While you rubbed your hand up and down his chest like you were rubbing sunscreen on him, you could feel his heart beating through his chest, when your hand touched where his heart was located.

While you were rubbing your hand up and down Shawn's chest, Shawn's erection was protruding and poking out through his iconic tights.

You could feel his erection poking through his tights, your pants you were wearing were blocking his cock from entering your pussy.

You had some perfume sprayed on your neck to help him be more sexually aroused, to make all of this feel better.

All this sexual tension with you and Shawn, you could nearly make out with him and then get to fucking him, but you're not allowed to have sex with any wrestlers or even kiss them.

You're not a prostitute, but you may as well be one since you're basically pleasuring him almost sexually and getting paid for it.

Speaking of sexual things...

"You must've gone through so much, Daddy" you whispered to him breathy, like Marilyn Monroe almost, rubbing your hand up and down his chest.

"Daddy?" he asked, his face looking confused and dumbfounded.

"Some women sexually call their men 'Daddy'" you explained, your tone of voice going from sexy to normal. "You ever hear that song 'Doin' It' by LL Cool J? Y'know, 'doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well...'".

You were trying to sound like the woman in that song with her Noo Yawk accent while saying “doin’ it and doin’ it and doin’ it well”, sounding like a predecessor to Cardi B 2 decades later. 

"I think so, yeah" he replied. He doesn't really listen to rap and hip hop.

"I take it you don't listen to hip hop, or even most modern music in general" you said. "You don't look like someone who listens to rap. Well, the woman in the song sexually calls LL Cool J 'Daddy' in the song a few times. Is that okay with you?".

Shawn really couldn't decide.

The thing is, the whole thing with sexually calling men "Daddy" is incestuous, and incest is disgusting, not to mention sinful.

And this was BEFORE Shawn became a born again Christian in the next decade.

"It's okay if I don't call you 'Daddy'" you said.

Though, you wish you could sexually call him "Daddy"...

And Shawn definitely looks like a Daddy in more ways than one.

He's in his 30's, looks older than his age, that chest hair and long hair, those tacky Mom Jeans and how he sometimes wears his shirts tucked in his pants, he looks like someone who probably listens to 70's and 80's dad rock like Eddie Money or Asia or something.

"Am I taking your pain away?" you asked him, trying to sound breathy and sexy, like a phone sex hotline girl.

He nodded his head at you, smiling at you without showing his teeth.

"I take it as a yes" you replied to him, smiling back at him.

Oh, if only you could've played some nice, sexy, slow music for him in this room while all of this is going on.

Though, you don't really have any gentle music with you, or probably any music with you, dammit.

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I need to confess this...so many women still today (myself included) lust and fawn over Shawn Michaels, specifically Shawn in the 90's and even 2000's.

Even though Shawn did turn his life around in the 2000's becoming a born again Christian, apparently Shawn in the 90's (when he was a sex object) was a huge jerk, burying talented wrestlers if he didn't like them, many wrestlers have said he's very difficult to work with.

Then again, I've seen lots of women online who lust over Randy Orton, and apparently Randy's a big jerk too...

I actually have had doubts of crushing on Shawn Michaels and Triple H, and Triple H, especially 2000's Trips was apparently a huge jerk too, just look all the people he buried in the 2000's...

And, it could be worse...there's women and probably even underage girls who turn school shooters (i.e. Adam Lanza, the Columbine boys) and serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer and Richard Ramirez into heartthrobs.

[weyounthevorta]

Perversions of Science: The Exile (Episode 04)

Gives us a veritable rainbow of pathetic, potty mouthed, psychopathic, and not least of all…delightfully sexually deviant Jeffrey Combs.