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songmingisthighs · 7 months

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Beefcake Raccoon

group : ateez

pairing : yeosang × reader (ft. boyfriend!jongho)

genre : smut

wc : 6.5 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, slight m × m (ofc between jongsang), fingering, cum tasting, dirty talk, cowgirl, creampie, mentions and description of jongho's junk, idk what else to tag here ngl

a/n : pt. 1 of an impulsive mini series with @bro-atz and @skteezcursed. pt. 2 and 3 will be added here once they drop! and yes, i call yeosang beefcake raccoon. how can i nawt when he looks like this ??? and yea i kinda went overboard with this because i had planned on writing 2.5-3k but here we are

a/a/n : it's 12.38 am and i'm sleepy and still sick as fuck and i had the sudden raging NEED to purchase all of the aniteez keyring. which i might do. idk if this is my manic episode making a comeback or me having impulse control issue

buy me coffee ?

beefcake raccoon | concrete bear | manwich

Yeosang isn't really one to butt into other people's business, not even when certain things affect him personally.

For example, he never really voiced out how much he didn't like the way Hongjoong would come into his room, steal his supplements, and just leave things a mess. Mind you, he has no problem with letting the older guy take a couple pills or tablets from what could only be described as a collector's mountain. Heck, he's a firm believer in sharing whatever they own especially with people Yeosang already thought of as family. He just didn't like the way Hongjoong tended to leave some of the bottles not properly screwed. He hates seeing things not properly screwed. So he would just take a breath and clean up after the captain.

Another example is when a tornado came barrelling in. And no, it's not a real tornado which would have probably been better. Yeosang didn't voice out his complaints when his best friend of almost a decade suddenly came by the dorm he shared with Yunho only to kick him out. "Yunho and I are in this small gaming tournament and we need to beat this son of a bitch," Wooyoung said as he set up his gaming stuff on the dining table with Yunho who stopped momentarily and furrowed his eyebrows at this frantic friend, "You do know punchpunch483 is 12 years old, right?" which resulted in Wooyoung glaring at him, "A punk is a punk no matter the age, I will not stand the disrespect that's why he and his guild are going down so deep in the ground he can say hi to his grandpa." At that point, Yeosang simply clocked out of the conversation, dejectedly resigning to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to just watch his show in his bed and fall asleep to it.

There were some conflicts in Yeosang's brain, however. One good thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that he lives with a workaholic nomad and an introverted busybody. One bad thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that said dorm is often occupied by a girl Yeosang has a crush on and that girl is dating one of his other best friends.

Yeosang considers Jongho to be one of the luckiest men to be alive to be dating you. You, who in his mind is the most adorable sweetheart of a human being to have ever lived. It wasn't like you were the most polite person what with the names you can throw towards people you dislike and mutter towards rude strangers and the screeching laugh you sometimes let out when someone told you a stupid joke. Everything about you seemed so charming in Yeosang's eyes even when you were being touchy with the friend he was oh so jealous of. Sometimes Yeosang wonders, in his existential crisis-ridden thoughts at 3 am, the chances of the two of you being in the same lifetime. He wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but he wouldn't deny that he would often daydream about what it would be like to be with you, to be the one kissing you and to be the one getting back hugs from you. Well, he wouldn't deny it to himself.

So another good thing about Wooyoung's dorm is probably the fact that he could see and interact with you. But one other bad thing is the fact that sometimes he felt like Jongho knew how he thinks about you and that unnerves him. So he tends to avoid moments where you and Jongho are together because he can never seem to control the longing expression on his face and Jongho would always send him a knowing look and he knew one day he would just crack like an egg under hydraulic pressure.

It seemed like his resolve wasn't faring any better because when he first came by the dorm, he saw you on top of Jongho's lap on the couch, kissing him all over his face and whining. He knew he should at least expect to be met with you and Jongho being all over each other, but maybe not to this extent. The sound of him coming in didn't seem to deter either of you from your... Activities.

Whatever dirty thoughts passed Yeosang's head were almost immediately pushed away however when he saw Jongho pushing you away from him gently and sighing, "I told you I can't do this tonight," he said which earned him a scoff from you, "You've been saying that for the past four days, Jongho and frankly I'm starting to can't do it anymore," you said before pushing yourself off of your boyfriend completely. "That is not even grammatical," Jongho chuckled and you only flipped him off before turning to retire to Jongho's room only to pause when you saw Yeosang.

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat when he saw your frown turn into a bright smile, squealing and hugging him tightly. "Raccoon!" You called out happily. Yeosang never knew why, but you had seemed to start calling him 'beefcake raccoon'. Well, you did explain that it was because he was, in your own words, 'beefy' and his hair for his latest comeback made him look like a raccoon so in a sense, your logic did make sense. What doesn't seem to make sense is how you only call him and your boyfriend with adorable yet odd animal names. To you, Jongho was your concrete bear and Yeosang was your beefcake raccoon which pissed Wooyoung and San off but maybe that's because San is a jealous cat and Wooyoung wanted to be called foxy mama and you scolded them for being so relentless.

Despite his nerves, Yeosang grinned and hugged you back gently, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the scent of your shampoo and enjoying your warmth against his body. "Hi (y/n), is something wrong?" Yeosang asked as you both pulled away. At the mention of something wrong, your frown returned and you snapped your head to glare at your boyfriend who was still just sitting there, smiling innocently as if he hadn't denied you sex for four days straight. "Oh something is very wrong but it's with your buddy Choi Jongho over there. I'm starting to think he's no longer turned on by me or by any vagina-owning creature on earth," you hissed. "Okay you can't say things like that because some animals also own vaginas and I'm not into bestiality," Jongho scolded. At that moment, Yeosang thought he should just go to Wooyoung's room because he felt like he was being dragged into people's business and as fun as it is talking about kinks that could possibly lead him to know yours, he was not about to delve into this particular discussion. Luckily, you threw your arms up in the air and turned to him again, "Seriously Yeosang, if you were Jongho, would you choose vocal recording over sex?" Yeosang's eyes widened and he almost blurted out that he would never choose anything over you but thankfully Jongho beat him into answering you, "I'm telling you, Hongjoong hyung has been riding my ass with this new demo and you know how he is when inspiration struck," Jongho tried to reason. With a roll of your eyes you walked away to Jongho's room but not before yelling out, "Well, at least something's riding you, you cocky bastard!"

Jongho seemed unbothered, chuckling by himself as he watched your figure retreat. "You're not following her?" Yeosang asked, looking back and forth between the couple. Jongho simply shook his head, "Nah, she needs time to just... Cool off and I need to resist the temptation because Hongjoong hyung will be pissed if I come into the studio tired and hoarse," Yeosang nodded in understanding because he does understand what Jongho meant, having been on the receiving end of Hongjoong's wrath in the past for being, in Hongjoong's words, unprofessional, unprepared, and unremarkably disrespectful to people's time. But still, Yeosang felt bad for you and he didn't like seeing you pissed like that which was shown by the way he stared in the direction you went to for quite some time before he excused himself to rest in Woyooung's room, missing the way Jongho was staring at him knowingly with a smug smirk on his face.

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Yeosang thought that his involvement in your relationship with Jongho would end that night but when he woke up at 7 am the next day, he was met with the sight of Jongho's door open and as he passed the room, he saw Jongho tucking you in and stroking your hair and taking particular focus in the way his friend's shoulder drop when he sighed in disappointment.

Feeling like Jongho could use a moment, Yeosang just quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and helped himself to Wooyoung's stash of good coffee and started brewing.

Soon enough, Jongho showed up and sat down on the stool of the kitchen counter while opening his phone to check his text message, waiting for the manager to inform him that the car had arrived. Wordlessly, Yeosang poured himself and also Jongho a cup of coffee each. Jongho quietly thanked his older friend before sipping his cup in a slightly slumped position.

"Are you okay?" Yeosang asked, sensing something. Jongho sighed and nodded, "I feel bad for (y/n) for denying her sex and it's not like I don't want to, but I'm just not in the position to considering the state I would be in would not be conducive for recording and I really don't want to deal with Hongjoong hyung getting pissy at me," he sighed. Not knowing what else to say, Yeosand decided that he should at least be polite in this situation, "That's rough man, anything I can do?"

That particular question seemed to have turn a switch in Jongho's head because one moment he had a mopey look on his face, and the next, it was pure intrigue.

"You know what, hyung, I think there is something you can do," he said, finishing his coffee and straightening up. Sensing Jongho's resolve genuinely changing, Yeosang raised an eyebrow, "Okay? What can I do?" "Do you think you can accompany (y/n) and make sure she has all her needs met?" Jongho asked. The prospect of spending the day with you made Yeosang's eyes blink faster and heart beat harder. "S-sure, I guess. I have no schedules today so I can take her to wherever she wants," he ensured, clearing his throat when he felt like his tone showcased how excited he was even if it was only sightly. Jongho raised his eyebrows and smirked, realizing that Yeosang hadn't caught his drift, "You'll take her wherever she wants? What about taking her... However she wants?" Still not getting it, Yeosang nodded slowly, "Yes? I'll... Do whatever it is you want me to do to help your girlfriend feel better?"

Jongho couldn't believe how adorably innocent Yeosang was being. Knowing him for years, Jongho realized how some things could easily go over Yeosang's head by no fault of his own. He was just never introduced to the more scandalous side of life and it wasn't like he sought out information either.

Yeosang stared at Jongho in confusion as the younger chuckled and stood up, "Yes, that's... Correct in a sense I guess," Jongho then rounded the kitchen counter to stand in front of Yeosang. Jongho's phone buzzed and he momentarily checked the message he received before shoving his phone into his pocket, "But just to make sure both you and (y/n) get my point," All of a sudden, Jongho pulled Yeosang by his shirt and planted his lips on the older guy. Yeosang's eyes widened and his hands gripped the counter to regain control of his body because the impact from Jongho's sudden attack suddenly sent him reeling.

Initially, Yesoang was sent into a panicked and confused state because what the hell was Jongho doing? Why was he kissing him? What if you woke up and saw your boyfriend and one of his best friends kissing?

Correction, making out.

Somehow Jongho had managed to slip his tongue into Yeosang's mouth and at first, Yeosang wanted to protest and push him away. Heck, he had already gotten a hand on Jongho's shoulder but for some reason, he melted slightly into Jongho and as fucked up as it is, his mind drifted to thoughts that he knew he shouldn't be having. Those thoughts were mainly in the area of 'this is the tongue that had caressed and tasted (y/n)' and it got him hard faster than he cared to admit. The thought of you helped relax Yeosang slightly and before he realized it, he was kissing Jongho back with the same fervor which made Jongho unknowingly smirk, pleased that Yeosang was responding to him.

It wasn't until Jongho felt his phone buzzed again that he pulled away, realizing that he had to go. He couldn't even hide the satisfied look on his face when he saw how flushed Yeosang was after their little makeout session. For sure, you were going to like things just as much as he did should things go according to his plan. "Please give that to (y/n)," Jongho said all too simply as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Still blear-eyed and slightly confused, Yeosang was trying hard to make his brain work. "W-what?" he managed out after he felt air filling back into his lungs. "Give that kiss to (y/n), the exact same way, please?" Jongho grinned, a little bit too happily.

Even with Jongho repeating himself, Yeosang was still trying to make sure of things, putting 2 and 2 was for him especially since he was practically mauled by Jongho. Seeing the state his friend was in, Jongho exhaled sharply and stood closer to Yeosang, "I am giving you full permission to do ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER it is my girlfriend wants you to do to satisfy her, okay? Starting with that kiss. Carte blanche, sky's your limit!" he then placed a hand on Yeosang's right shoulder and tilted his head, "Capische?" Just to make things more sexually confusing for Yeosang, Jongho smiled at him, showing off the gums that cleverly hid his perverted agenda.

"I- I- Capische, I guess?" Yeosang answered, kind of getting what Jongho expected off of him but also still in disbelief. "Awesome! Thanks hyung, I owe you this, I'll pay you back when I think of something, okay?" he said before leaving his friend with a pat on the chest and an extra squeeze that made Yeosang's eyes bulge out (and almost made him let out a sound but in fear of sounding like a car being honked, Yeosang somehow managed to keep the sound in. Things happened so fast all at once and it made him slightly dizzy. It was only 7 am and so many things already happened. Part of him thought that he was imagining things and that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming but he didn't even know where to justify himself dreaming about kissing his friend.

"Hey Sangie, what are you doing up so early?"

Yeosang snapped his focus back to reality at the sound of your voice but the blush returned to his cheeks when he saw you oh so casually walking your adorable self out of your boyfriend's room and trudging to sit down on one of the stools, right where your boyfriend had just set which effectively set his mind drifting to what had just happened.

"H-hey (y/n), morning! What are you doing up at 7 am?" he asked with nerves thickly laced in his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and checked the clock on your phone before showing him the screen, "Sangie, it's 8.24," you pointed out. Yeosang had stood alone in the kitchen, so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized that an hour had passed and that time had kept on going while he was making out with your boyfriend in the kitchen. So he turned his back on you after saying a simple 'oh', making it seem like he wasn't flustered by pouring you a cup of coffee before setting it in front of you and heading towards the couch to enjoy his now cold coffee.

For a moment, both you and he were silent, neither of you was sharing anything and just enjoying the silence and calmness of the atmosphere. Even when you moved to the couch when Yeosang turned the TV on, neither of you was conversing over anything substantial.

Well, until you brought up your boyfriend.

"Did Jongho say anything before he left this morning?"'

It was almost comical how Yeosang snapped his head in your direction and blinked twice. "I'm not quite sure but I think he mentioned Cate Blanchett?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer, "The lady who played Thor's older sister?" "Yes?" "You sound unsure..." you pointed out, crossing your arms on your chest and turning to look at him fully, "Tell me what Jongho told you and I know he told you something," you pressed.

Now Yeosang found himself between a hard and awkward place. The hard place is between his legs and the awkward place is the position of having to tell you that your boyfriend had practically told him to service you, who is his secret crush, should you request for him to. So he kept stammering, trying to find a way to tell you what he needed to tell you while you stared at him, making him even more nervous than he already was.

"I- I- Well, you see,"

Yeosang sat up straighter and shuffled closer to you, prompting you to do the same.

"W- we- I, Jongho and I, he-"

God, he wasn't even this nervous at his audition and frankly it was starting to annoy you.

"Just spit it out!"

"Fuck it,"

Before you know it, Yeosang pressed his lips on yours, his body no longer at the end of the couch but hovering above you with arms caging your head. The impact caused you to let out a sound of surprise as you were not expecting Yeosang to jump on you like that. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head that was screaming for you to push him away but there was another voice that spoke louder than the former voice. That voice belonged to your boyfriend and it came from the memory you had from earlier in the morning when he woke you up to tell you that he felt bad for disappointing you for the past four days and he was going to make it up to you. Then your brain tried to connect that memory with the text message your boyfriend sent to you, stating that his apology gift has been set up and you can claim it from Yeosang. Was this it?

"Jongho," Yeosang panted as he shifted his lips from yours down to your chin and jaw, "Left you a kiss," your eyes rolled back when he took your earlobe between his teeth and started nibbling, "With me, and he wanted me to deliver it for you," he finished before reconnecting your lips once again. You moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue and allowed your own to battle his for dominance.

The kiss was electrifying, breath-taking, and cunt clenching. You couldn't help but spread your legs wider so Yeosang could push your body completely flat on the couch. At this point, his crotch made in contact with yours and you could feel from your short sleeping shorts and his own sweatpants that he was long and hard. Another moan was sent into his mouth and the feeling of vibration made Yeosang grind his crotch onto you, taking it as the perfect moment to let you know the other part of the message.

"A-also," you whined when Yeosang pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours, "Jongho wanted me to... Satisfy all of your needs, however you want, wherever you want."

Looking into his eyes, you saw how his pupils were blown and the flush on his face made your heart burn slightly, realizing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him at that moment. You were not sure if it was because of how needy you were from being denied sex for almost a week or if your teeny tiny crush on your boyfriend's friend was forced to bloom due to the circumstances. Of course, the circumstances are the fact that your boyfriend had allowed his friend to kiss and fuck you should you want to.

"So, Jongho told you to just kiss me or did he specify that you had to kiss me like that?" you teased, starting to relax and opening yourself up for Yeosang who had dropped his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. "He... Left me a kiss but what I gave you is partially from him but mostly from me," he muttered before he dove down to attach his lips to your neck. As he began sucking the sensitive skin, your body reacted automatically to him, your hands curled on the base strands of his hair as your heels hooked on the backs of thighs, allowing his crotch to press closer to yours. "Fuck, is this your way of telling me that you've been wanting to fuck me?" you moaned when his teeth grazed against your jugular, causing your cunt to clench and your spine to tingle. At that point, you were sure that you were soaked but you couldn't be too sure because the warmth pressing on your crotch could Yeosang's body warmth. "No, this is me telling you I didn't like to see you so disappointed because Jongho, your boyfriend, has been denying you sex so I want to help you feel better." As he spoke, you felt his hands creep up to the waistband of your shorts and your breath hitched in both anticipation and excitement, wanting to see just how much you both could go with the fact that you've already gotten your boyfriend's approval in the bag. Toying with the band whilst simultaneously teasing the skin underneath, Yeosang looked up at you with eyes full of hope and desire, "Can I help you feel better?"

It didn't take you long to nod, giving him the confirmation to proceed which he happily obliged by pulling your bottoms so hard he ripped your panties slightly. Yeosang misunderstood the widening of your eyes as a bad thing and he immediately cringed, apologizing profusely as he told you he felt bad and that he would buy you a new pair. So it surprised him when you pulled his face up and hungrily kissed him. "That was so hot, Yeosang, I'm totally okay with that," you said breathlessly, starting to grind your now bare cunt onto his crotch, delighting yourself at the feeling of something hard pushing back against your needy clit. "Jongho has been the only person to be able to do that and fuck did he make such a good decision entrusting you," you whimpered, pulling on Yeosang's bottom lip needily.

Hearing the way you talked about him made Yeosang's heart soar and he suddenly felt the need to show you just how much exactly he had been thinking about you and pleasing you. Confidently, Yeosang pressed two of his fingers against your pussy, effectively trapping your clit between his two digits. His eyes never left your face, enjoying the ecstasy-ridden look on your face as you threw your head back whilst a high-pitched gasp escaped your lips. Wanting to see that expression again, Yeosang began massaging your clit between his two fingers whilst adding more stimulation by moving his fingers up and down. The pleasure was starting to build in you slowly but surely, adding the fact that it was Yesoang who was giving you pleasure and your mind was sent to a pleasure-induced haze. Had it not been for Yeosang's body between your legs, you would have successfully clamped your legs shut.

A shaky breath left Yeosang's lips when he noticed you reacting positively towards his ministration. To the people who would not understand, they would say Yeosang was weird for reading into your reaction so much but how can Yeosang start to describe how much he loved seeing the way your hips rolled onto his hands? Seeing you seeking more of his touch was a whole other level of satisfaction that Yeosang never even knew existed until he saw it with his own eyes. Between your face and glistening cunt, Yeosang couldn't choose which part he liked best. Then again, he had yet to have the chance to feel his aching cock nesting inside your core so he'd have to reserve his decision for after you came on him.

The dynamic of your expression was beyond anything Yeosang could explain because once his fingers slipped inside you, your face contorted to showcase even more of your ecstasy. "You like that, princess?" Yeosang teased as he curled his fingers inside you, caressing the sensitive walls ever so gently that caused your cunt to leak more arousal and your body to shake from the pleasure. "Fuck yes, I do! Jongho, God bless his physique, is chunky and big but so is his fingers but you, Yeosang- Fuck! You and your damn long fingers are reaching so deep inside me- fuck!" you whined, hips rising as Yeosang's finger pulled all the way out only to slam them back in, revelling in how slick you were when they felt your juices staining his palm. "Long, huh? So... Why do you call me a beefcake?" Yeosang teased, lowering himself closer to your cunt which surprisingly made you a bit shy as seen from the way you tried to close your legs. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let that happen so he used his upper body strength and directed it to his palms, forcing your legs to stay open and not even caring that your stream of slick was trickling down on the couch. "Excuse you, Yeosang, you're not just a beefcake, you're MY beefcake raccoon," you scoffed as you maintained eye contact with Yeosang in faux confidence, oblivious that your stance was being betrayed by your quivering pupils and blush. "Yours, huh? Is that what I am?" Yeosang tried to bite back the grin on his lips as best he could but it was futile as he couldn't even hide the way his hips grind onto your shin when he heard you referring to him as yours. "I don't know about you but fuck, I love the sound of that," he said shakily before diving down to lick a fat stripe from your drenched hole up to nibble on your clit.

That was the last straw. The teasing, the sexual frustration, and seeing Yeosang between your legs had fucked up your brain so much that all you wanted was him.

Sitting up slightly, you somehow managed to pull Yeosang up by the collar of his shirt and push him so he was the one on his back. The frantic movement of your hands pulling Yeosang's sweatpants and underwear paired with the manic, almost crazed look on your face was absolutely thrilling. "I need you inside me Yeosang, please, I want you to fill me up with cock and cum so bad, I need it now!" you whimpered, pussy drenching the fabric of his thigh so embarrassingly bad that it caused Yeosang's cock to twitch as it was released from its confines.

"Use me then, after all, that's why I'm here."

It was the last confirmation you need before you all too easily slip his cock inside of your cunt. For a moment, the both of you only revelled at the feeling of each other for the first time. Yesoang was enjoying how warm you were and how much he liked the sharp contrast between the cool air and your warm core, the sudden change forced the air to be knocked out of his lungs and his eyes to roll to the back of his head. You, on the other hand, were struggling with the fact that Yeosang was reaching inside you so deep that your legs were starting to shake. As crude as it seemed, your immediate reaction was to notice the difference between him and Jongho. It wasn't like you were ranking or making a pros and cons list in your head, you were just noticing how different they pleasured you. Jongho was definitely shorter but girthier, it was always a struggle to take him in as he filled you up almost immediately and even once you got used to the feeling of fullness, you still struggled to move your own body so usually, Jongho would do the work. But Yeosang, he was slimmer but definitely longer, something you didn't take into consideration on the first impact as once he was sheathed inside of you completely, you felt his tip kissing your cervix and it was a new feeling that you had yet to be accustomed to. Whether it was due to his size or the pool you had created down there, you found yourself able to move on your own a lot easier and that made your brain go fuzzy.

Once you both got used to the novelty of feeling each other so intimately, you began fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock. Right off the bat, you were moving so vigorously and Yeosang could only stare with a slacked jaw. "Fuck, Yeosang your cock is hitting me so deep!" you whined, throwing your head back from the feeling and clenching down on him. Yeosang never had much of a comparison material as he was never one to seek out physical relations so often. But even then he knew that the level of pleasure he was experiencing was only achievable because he was getting it from you. Yeosang had to grip your hips to ground him back to reality because he was sure that if he hadn't, he would've definitely thought that he was dreaming. But the feeling of you grounding yourself on top of him was surely something his brain couldn't manipulate no matter how much he tried. And when you changed you changed your position, his brain went haywire. You initially had your knees on either side of his hips and the sight of you rubbing your needy cunt on him was something he could never forget. But then you paused to prop your legs by bending your knees and leaning back with your hands on his muscular thighs. The feeling of Yeosang's flexing muscles beneath your fingers honestly made your cunt clench and weep slightly and Yeosang couldn't help but take note of it.

The very moment you got settled in your new position, you immediately started bouncing yourself on top of Yeosang, impaling yourself multiple times on his cock. If your rhythm was vigorous before, this was... Maniacal. You were jackhammering yourself like a crazed person trying to seek relief. As sick as it was, for some reason, Yeosang loved the way you were basically using his cock for your own release as if he was a toy that you oh so graciously choose to relieve the building ache and need from being denied by your own boyfriend. Your stamina was proof of your desperate need to get sexual release and the way you showcased it could only be described by him as an art performance. "Shit, you're so hot," Yeosang hissed on a particular snap of your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass before his right hand travelled up to your (Jongho's) shirt and grabbing the bottom as he pulled them up to reveal your torso, "Bite this for me please, baby, I wanna see your body, I NEED to see your body," he whimpered, his finger caressing your chin as he tuck the bottom part of your shirt between your teeth. You bit back a grin when he called you baby, feeling giddy all of a sudden but you tried to play it cool. He let out a shuddered breath when he noticed you weren't wearing any bra and frankly, he couldn't help but think about how lucky Jongho was to be able to feel you pressing up to him every night if he wanted to. You moaned and clenched down on him, "Fuck, I didn't peg you for a tits man, Yeosang," you teased but took a moment to tweak your left nipple, "Do you like my tits?" you asked, purposefully moaning and rolling your hips. "No," he huffed as he placed his right hand on your crotch, thumb pressed on your clit which caused you to jolt slightly "I like you," he smirked cheekily.

The confession was rather surprising but you noticed it made your stomach to flutter. Egged by his profession, you started fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock again, this time, the stimulation from his thumb on your clit made your movements harsher but messier. Neither of you could speak clearly, not that you wanted to, you were enjoying the sounds Yeosang was making and he was in a trance as he stared at the way your pussy was swallowing his cock whole. "Greedy baby," he hissed, finally finding the ability to snap his hips back to meet yours, "Taking my cock so good, making sure I'd remember your pussy always." The impact from his hips successfully made your footing falter as you found your right leg slipping and your body tumbling forward, your bare chest met Yeosang's clothed one.

"Fuck me, you got some talented hips there," you giggled, immediately adjusting your thrusts to the new position and enjoying the friction of his shirt on your tits. Moaning, Yeosang held you tight with one arm as the one that was on your clit moved to his face, "Nothing you couldn't escape from your beefcake raccoon, right?" he smirked while licking your arousal clean from his fingers.

With a sharp exhale from you, you planted your lips back onto him, tasting yourself on his tongue before moving your hips even faster. You were thankful that your boyfriend had forced you to ride his thighs so much that you had somehow gained the core strength to ride Yeosang like a champion. "Y-Yeosang, fuck- I'm close!" you whimpered against his mouth, your movements getting sloppy as the tension in your cunt increased, now trying its best to reach climax. Yeosang nodded at your admission, hands moving to hold you by your thighs so that you would still be wide open for him. "I'll make you cum, (y/n), don't worry," he pecked your lips before dropping his forehead on your shoulder, "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Your hands found purchase on the armrest behind Yeosang and on his shoulder, trying to hold onto your sanity that was being torn apart by each thrust Yeosang delivered. Your head fell slack and your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your climax at the tip of your tongue. Yeosang was trying his best to get you to cum and with the way your walls were hugging him in a vice, he knew it wouldn't take long to push you over the edge. "Y-yeosang!" you whined, your hips now stilling as you reached your climax with a shake of your body from how intense it felt. Yeosang held your legs open for him and his hips never stopped, allowing you to ride out your high while also trying to reach his own.

Though you were induced into a pleasure state, you were still thinking about Yeosang and fuck if there was not one thing in your mind.

"In me, Yeosang, finish in me! I need to be filled!" You managed out, practically begging to be stuffed as how your boyfriend usually would. Though it was Yeosang fucking you, you couldn't help but let the thought of both he and Jongho filling you up with their cum flash through. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine and your hips to suddenly roll.

Yeosang was trying his best to not lose control because Jongho hadn't said anything about allowing him to cum inside you. "A-are you su-re, (y/n)? I can just- fuck, I can just jerk myself off," he assured you. But you whined and started peppering kisses along his jawline, "Please fill me up, Yeosang, you said you- ah! You had to please me, right?" you pouted.

A grunt rumbled through Yeosang's chest and without much complaint, he began thrusting into you in shorter but more precise movements. The overstimulation was trying to get you but you tried your best to hold on by distracting yourself. Your left hand found purchase on Yeosang's right peck and your fingers automatically squeeze the soft flesh and your fingers toy the stiff peaks with each movement.

As it turns out, that seemed to set off Yeosang because suddenly he held your body flush against him and you felt his cum filling you up in spurts as his cock twitched inside you. The sensation made you let out a low hum and your head rolled to nest on the crook of Yeosang's neck.

For a moment, you both could only lay there, resting on each other as you tried to catch your breath. Your haze was dwindling down into a daydream and your body was adjusting so you could rest after the session you just had. Though you had Yeosang under you, you couldn't help but think of your boyfriend and how after this, you're going to need to thank him. But when Yeosang readjusted his position so that his head was resting against the armrest and your head was on his pecks, your thoughts shifted. You propped your arms on Yeosang's chest and your chin on them, smiling up at him, "What got you grinning?" Yeosang asked but he was returning your smile with his. You shrugged, "Not sure, maybe it was post-orgasm bliss," and you wanted to add that it could also be the fact that he had just confessed that he liked you in the middle of sex but you didn't want to make things awkward so you kept that little jewel to yourself.

"So," Yeosang cleared his throat, "Are you feeling happy and satisfied now?" he asked, suddenly remembering the task his friend had given him. You pursed your lips, momentarily thinking of an answer before a mischievous glint past your eyes. "I think... Not quite," you replied, your legs suddenly caging Yeosang's hips which effectively rubbed his softened cock the right way as seen from the way it was starting to twitch back to life. Taking the hint, Yeosang's tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip in hunger.

"Well, I did promise your boyfriend that I would do anything to make you happy, didn't I? We'll just have to keep doing it until you're completely... Satisfied."

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Like father, like son

If your father is just 18 years older than you, it's likely that your father married his cousin, lives in a trailer park and is a car mechanic at best. And you yourself are probably also a father at 18 at the latest, wear a Mullet and have been smoking since you were 12.

Your father is just 18 years older than you. But he's not white trash, he's a specialist in data science, you have a cool townhouse and the only thing you lacked for a happy and sheltered childhood was a mother. She died when you were born. And you give him credit for the fact that your father still managed to guarantee a good life for both of you. You always made an effort to do your best at school. And that's how you both became… Nerds! Without the positive influence of a woman, you developed a rather strange taste in clothes. Your manners are not entirely socially acceptable. And the two of you haven't even watched sport on TV, let alone practiced it.

But your father really does deserve a cool 40th birthday. I'm sending you two presets. One for you and one for your father. And I've booked you a table at a cool restaurant. For 20:00.

You've both put on your best suits. Neither of them fit you very well. And they're also quite inappropriate for the restaurant. Loud music, beautiful people in cool clothes. The waitress asks what you want to drink. You actually want to order a Diet Coke. And your father wants a glass of water. But instead, your father says that you both want a beer. The beer arrives and you clink bottles. First you talk about artificial intelligence, then about politics and finally about football. The waitress comes and asks if you'd like to order. Your father burps loudly, laughs and says that you'll both have the large entrecote and another beer.

Meanwhile, your conversation turns to the gym. Whether you want to work out after dinner before you hit the clubs. Your father asks about your current diet. You also burp and say that beer isn't really part of it, but steaks are. You're damn proud of your father. You can only dream of his body. And going to the gym today before you look for something to fuck might be a good idea.

You flex your biceps, pull out your cell phone and say "Go on, old man. Let me take a photo for your Grindr profile.“ Your father laughs. And strikes a pose that gives you a boner. At 40, your father can still fuck anything he wants. Every beefcake at the gym and every yoga student. You envy them all for the chance to suck his cock.

Just one more beer and then we'll make your weak chest burn," says your father. You can't wait!

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stillfoodforguys · 2 years

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My roommate’s new boyfriend was bigger than any man I’d ever seen, and I was so goddamn jealous of him. We both had the same taste in guys, so it pained me to have to watch this mountainous beefcake wrap his arms around my friend instead of me. However, as the three of us spent more time together, I started to get some sense of danger from this intimidatingly large man.

One evening when he was planning to spend the night, I was watching him tease his lover by nibbling on his ears and neck. I got hard imagining him doing the same to me, drooling all over my neck like he was hungry for me. There was quite a scuffle coming from their room that night, which I figured must have been some rough sex. But when I bumped into the giant the next morning with a hefty gut hanging over his waistband, I knew right away what had happened.

All that licking and biting his partner’s body was to get an early taste of his meal. Given how round and smooth his gut was, it was clear that my roommate had already been mostly digested through the night, so there was no chance of saving him.

The predator walked over to where I was sitting and told me to rub his belly, to feel how much he’d grown from consuming my friend. It was a nasty thought, but since I was so jealous of them earlier I was kind of happy that my roommate had been reduced to mush, leaving me free to serve the giant man in his place. I could see the bulge in his pants growing and throbbing while I worshipped his body, until I couldn’t resist pulling out his huge erection and sucking on it.

He let out a soft grunt as his shaft slid over my tongue, not expecting the sudden pleasure. His moans were much louder and more obvious when he grabbed my head and started fucking my throat with his meaty shaft. I could hear the remains of my old friend sloshing around in his tank above me, but was soon distracted by a different kind of liquid being pumped into my mouth.

His load was so big that I struggled to swallow it all, letting a small amount trickle down my chin. Seeing an opportunity, he pulled my face up to his and licked away the salty leftovers, continuing to drag his wide tongue all the way up my face to get a good taste of me. “So, I’m in the market for a new boyfriend, if you think you’re up for it?”

I knew the risks completely, yet still agreed to his offer. He clearly just saw his partners as expendable, having whatever fun he wanted with them until he was hungry enough to feed on them and move on to his next prey. But deep down I felt like it would be worth it, right up to the moment that I’ll be travelling down his throat myself.

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toxicanonymity · 2 years

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Laid back 2: V-Day vibes

3.2k | Corey Cunningham x Reader | NSFW

You can read this as a one-shot, but it's the reader from Laid back. Some time has passed since then. Gender neutral.

Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and about the size of his gorgeous nose. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang earlier than usual, you were, um, really not expecting it.

If you want to make him whimper and beg 👀. . . It also gets fluffy AF later. 💘 Happy Valentine's Day, Corey fans! I 💗 y'all.

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NSFW - Sexual content

Half-assed self-beta, sorry

It's your first Valentine's Day together. Even though you know he's not that comfortable in public – for good reason – Corey would have been willing to take you anywhere you wanted. He really loves you, even if he hasn't said it. You told him you'd prefer to just do something laid back and the two of you agreed not to get each other gifts. He's coming over to your house and you'll make dinner together.

Corey is so, so sweet. You just want to squeeze him sometimes. He's so HOT though, too. Under that shy fluffy exterior, his body is unreal. He seems to only get stronger. It remains a turn-on that he's unassuming from the outside, and meanwhile you know he's a total stud. He's solid as hell - in all the right places, too.

You're lying on your bed thinking about everything you want to do to Corey when your doorbell rings earlier than you expect. You pull on your pants and button them as you jog downstairs excitedly. But it’s not Corey. It’s a stranger. There’s a van from Ben’s Hardware parked outside. You answer the door and the man asks where you’d like the delivery. You tell him he might have the wrong house because you didn’t order anything. He looks at his clipboard.

Before you get it sorted out, you hear the whir of Corey's bicycle coming to a halt. The truck was blocking your view. Corey is huffing and puffing like he was in a real hurry.

He gets off his bike and adjusts his glasses as he addresses the delivery man. “Um, on the porch, probaby, would be great,” he says and points around the side of your wraparound porch. “Just give us one sec first,” he tells the guy. Corey looks down and smiles broadly. He's obviously responsible for this delivery. You can't imagine what it is though - it's from a hardware store?

“We said we weren’t getting each other anything,” you smile and put your hands on your hips in fists. He shrugs. He seems really excited about whatever it is.

Corey parks his bike. He’s in a hurry to get inside but still stops to give you a big bear hug first. His chest heaves against you and you inhale his scent - musk, motor oil, and a hint of aftershave. Maybe a little more aftershave than usual today. Ugh, he's so cute. He pulls you inside, still catching his breath, while the delivery man goes back to the truck.

Inside, Corey puts down his backpack and kisses you hello. He tastes minty. It doesn't matter how many times you've kissed - His lips against yours give you a full-body rush. He smiles into your mouth as he kisses you again. He's even giddier than usual to see you.

You ask him how he is and he says, “uh, actually pretty thirsty, it was quite a ride.” He keeps looking toward the window. Is he trying to distract you? God, he’s adorable. It occurs to you this might be the first time he's had a real Valentine.

You go to the kitchen to grab him a chocolate milk and come back and sit on the couch with him. He thanks you. He opens the milk and chugs some. You hear the delivery man’s footsteps and Corey abruptly takes off his jacket. He knows how much you love to see his husky, muscular body emerge from a jacket. He takes off his sweater, too, leaving just a Henley. You run your hand over the bulge of his bicep and nuzzle your head into his neck then give him a peck just below his ear. He holds your hand.

You meant it when you said all you wanted was to spend time with him. You're relieved he didn't show up with a bouquet of flowers or a teddy bear, but what could he have possibly ordered from the hardware store? What's even stranger is that you got him something from the same exact store and that's not exactly a normal place to buy a Valentine. But there's no way you got each other the same thing - It wouldn't be possible.

The footsteps get louder outside and Corey tenses a little. You pull back and look toward the window innocently, curious what he might do to distract you. He takes your head in both hands, looks back and forth between your eyes, and his lips smash into yours uncharacteristically aggressively. His tongue breaches your mouth almost right away and his body pushes you down on the couch. Instant butterflies between your legs.

He tastes and feels amazing. You almost forget anyone is outside. When he finally breaks for air, you say "Corey?" and look at him in astonishment. He says "I'm just happy to see you," and a twitch against your thigh tells you it's true.

"I'm happy to see you too," you say and kiss him deeply again.

You hear more footsteps and the heavy slap of something hitting the ground. In a low, sexy voice, Corey suggests “wanna go upstairs?” You don’t hesitate at all.

You ascend the stairs in front of him and he follows close behind you. He slides his hand in between your thighs lightly, then at the top of the stairs, he slides his hand further and massages you between your legs from behind. When you turn around to face him, there’s something different in his eyes. This may have started as a diversion but he's definitely wanting you bad now. He kisses you again in the hall, while slowly walking you toward your room. The truck loudly starts and drives away, but he doesn't stop kissing you, feeling you.

Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and probably about the size of his gorgeous nose, not that you've thought about that. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang early, you were, um, really not expecting it. The driver probably wondered why you were blushing.

On your bed, Corey latches onto your neck and lays his pelvis into yours. Oh, he's very happy to see you. You continue like this for a few minutes, and you're both just throbbing.

He isn't wearing a belt. You reach into his jeans and massage him through his briefs. He moans softly and there’s a rush of blood to your core. His massive hand comes between your legs and makes your zipper look small. He unbuttons and unzips you. You both take off your pants in a frenzy then he lays back into you again and you roll your hips against each other in rhythm. You take off his henley and he strips you down.

Oh, wow. He is SO fine. His pecs are pumped up, his arms are thick and veiny, his neck is so muscular. Your hands are all over him as you kiss and suck each other's face and neck.

After a few more minutes, it’s unbearably hot and heavy. You slip your hand inside his briefs and he moans again. God, when he moans, it just does something to you. Goosebumps prickle across your whole body and you’re dripping. You could probably come just from hearing him alone - his heavy breathing, his sighs, an occasional whimper, the way he says "fuck" when he'd about to come because he never wants it to end.

Corey reaches to your nightstand and opens the drawer. Before he reaches for a condom, he asks you if you want to do it. He does a double take at the vibrator and you see a small smirk creep onto his mouth, but he forces it away. You hesitate and for a moment because you have an idea. He looks confused and concerned. He comes back fully on the bed and cups your face with his hand.

"Sorry," he laughs. "I don't know what's gotten into me." Your hips rise to meet his and you wrap your legs around his ass, bringing your throbbing groins together again.

"I love it," you say and fluff his curls with your hand.

"Yeah?" He asks and smiles down at you as his head sways into your hand.

“Up for something new?” you ask.

“I’d do anything to make you feel good,” he breathes as his hard girth swells against you. You're aching to hear him feel good.

You take the vibrator from your nightstand. It's one of the small ones that can go in your underwear and it has a remote control but you don't have to use it.

"I was thinking about you earlier," you say saucily.

He smiles shyly and puts his glasses on the nightstand. "You don't have to say that," he says.

"Oh but I was," you say, running your free hand over his pecs. "Um, have you seen yourself? I mean surely you've felt yourself," you say as your hand trails down to his thigh then hooks around and cups an ass cheek on the way up his back.

"Do you trust me?" you ask.

"You know I do," he says. You reach down, place the vibrator in your underwear, and pick up the little remote control. You pull him back in against you, your legs wrapping around him needily. The vibrator is between you and his lower shaft. As you kiss, you turn it on the lowest setting. He jolts and gasps. He freezes for a moment, then kisses you again and his hips rock into you. He sighs and the vibration is pressed harder into you. Fuck. You want him inside you bad, but you want to see this through.

You wrap your arms around his hulking back and pull him in so his broad chest closer. His hands are all over you - slowly but firmly. He breathes so heavily. You roll your hips into him and he moans. This happens every time your bodies press into each other and it becomes rhythmic but no moan is exactly the same. Sometimes he winces with an "ahh," or mumbles "yeah" into your cheek.

He nibbles your neck, and as he switches to the other side of your neck, you lift your hips into him and his face looks almost in pain. You imagine you probably look the same - the tension in your core is unbearable. But you really want to come with him, not before him.

You reach between you and take the toy out of your underwear. You put down the remote and turn it off while you pull down his briefs and you both kick off your undies. Your bare, intimate skin meets, and even without the vibration, you both moan. You're both wet. You're both throbbing. He kisses your chest then takes a nipple in his mouth.

His chest meets yours. You hold the toy at the base of his balls and ask, "is this okay?"

He nods and you wait a second and he starts to say "yes," but he cuts himself off with a deep moan when you turn it back on. His nipples harden against you and you feel his whole body shiver. He grinds his rock-hard erection into you and you're starting to twitch. You know you won't be able to hold off much longer.

He's kissing you again when you increase the intensity and he shudders. You take it away, edging you both. He looks at you like no one has ever looked at you before. His pupils have overtaken his irises and his voice cracks as he says "God, you're hot" and you can't help but smile. He kisses you like he's hanging onto you for dear life.

You reach farther and press the vibrator harder against him, and he whimpers "oh god," panting, "don't you wanna, do you want-"

"No, we can fuck later-"

"-God, I want to fuck you so bad," he whimpers. You've never heard him say anything like wanting to "fuck you." It slipped out like he couldn't help it. It's so hot coming from him. Your core flutters with a desperate need for release. He whines your name. "I want you so bad." He's practically begging, but even his whining is low and gruff. "Please." He is begging. It hardens your nipples and your core is pinched so tight with tension.

"I want you too, baby" you say, grinding into him.

He drags his engorged member against you in just the right place and you roll your hips up into him.

You turn up the intensity and his face contorts more. He whimpers your name and nudges you, pleadingly, right at the entrance of where he wants to be. God, he feels so good.

His Hail Mary almost works, but you grab his shaft and bring it back against you where it was, massaging it with the vibrator. "Uuggh," he whines and puts his face in the crook of your neck. He sucks your neck so hard, then comes up and faces you.

As he pulls his head back to kiss you, a tear falls on your shoulder. His eyes are watery, his cheeks are hot and wet. It's so hot. You run your fingers through his curls. They're a little damp with sweat. You marvel at him as your bodies move in rhythm and vibrate together. He kisses your lips, his tongue desperately seeking yours.

"Fuck," he exhales gruffly, pinching his wet eyelashes together so tight, and that sends you.

You grab his hand tight in yours and dig your head into the pillow as you unravel. Your back arches and your stomach and hips jolt up into his. You feel him pulse against you. He groans and cries in sync with your climax, and you come even harder. His hot cum glazes your lower abdomen, and he stills himself against you. You continue to pulse against his cock as his balls empty onto you. You both come for what feels like at least a full minute before you turn it off.

He takes a few seconds to stop whimpering, while you enjoy aftershocks. You hold his head to your chest and stroke his hair. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

"That was amazing," he says, still panting. He reaches over you to grab a tissue and clean you up.

"You were so hot," you gush. "You want to fuck me that bad, huh?" You tease him. He blushes.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughs shyly, even though you're always trying to bait him into talking dirty.

"No. That was really hot," you say as he nuzzles his curly head into the hollow of your neck. Honestly, it's even hotter than it slipped out in the heat of the moment rather than you prying it out of him.

Eventually, you get hungry. You both freshen up and go downstairs to make pizza - a very laid back date, indeed. The afterglow doesn't leave either of you as you knead the homemade dough. You both get covered in flour and take a polaroid to mark the occasion. You stick it to the fridge with a magnet.

Corey presses the pizza dough out into a heart. You look at it, then look at him. He's smiling shyly, concentrating on the dough. Your fingers under his chin turn his face toward you.

"I love you," you tell him for the first time. He does a double take. His face gets serious and he swallows.

"I love you too," he says. "So much." He smiles again and you laugh not to cry.

He gives you the lushest, longest closed mouth kiss and you embrace.

He says, "Like. Sometimes, I don't know how my heart can even hold this much love. I love you so much, it's like." He sniffles. "When you say you love me too, it's like." His eyes are teary. "I don't know, like my heart is overflowing my body. It's more than I knew I could feel." You wipe tears off his cheeks and kiss him again.

He's not going to ruin the moment, but you know from prior talks that part of him still feels unworthy. You just stroke his hair.

"I feel the same," you say.

He nuzzles his head into your neck and you stroke his hair. You're facing the fridge and see the polaroid has developed. In the photo, you both have a rosy glow. There's flour in his hair and on your face. You're looking at the camera, kind of. Poorly. You're smiling wide. His eyes are on you. The way he's looking at you in that photo is. . .God, it makes you even more sure of what you're giving him for Valentine's day.

He composes himself and kisses you again.

"Ok," you say. "I have something for you."

He jokingly scoffs since you already gave him a hard time about getting something for you.

"It was only a few dollars," you smile. "And I stole the dollars, so I technically didn't cheat," you joke.

You open a drawer and hand him a small brown box.

Corey lightly shakes the box from side to side, then hesitantly opens it. Before he looks, he touches it. As soon as his fingers hit it, his eyes tell you he's shocked and overwhelmed. He tries to swallow down the emotion but it's all over his face.

He says your name and you nod. His throat bobs as he swallows again. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"100%" you say. "I really, really want you here."

When he finally looks down at the box, he laughs. The house key is a rainbow unicorn print. You were hoping it would take the edge off. He's speechless and you don't make hi. Say anything. You just kiss and hug.

"Ok," he says. "My turn." He leads you by the hand toward the foyer and picks up his backpack. He takes out a simple paper sack and opens the door. It's gotten a little chillier as the sun has begun to set. Neither of you are wearing jackets,but you're okay.

You walk around the wraparound porch together. There are several bags of soil on the porch and some biodegradable planters. He hands you the paper bag. It has seed packets of your favorite flowers. You're speechless.

"Um, we'll have to start them inside," he says.

Now you're the one welling up with tears.

"It's too cold now, but when it's time, it comes with free installation," he grins.

Your brow furrows. There's a lump in your throat. You know he hates to see you cry. You try not to. You still haven't said anything.

"Like, I'll plant them in the ground when they're ready," he explains. You understand, you're just overwhelmed.

You blink and tears fall off your eyelashes. "You gave me a garden?"

He nods excitedly, then proudly adds, "Oh, and I didn't cheat. Since I've been doing the landscaping on the weekends, I earned a bunch of points, and . . . " He trails off as you cup his face.

He looks back and forth between your eyes. "It's just a garden," he says. He kisses you on the forehead. "You gave me a home." He wraps his big arms around you and rubs your arms.

You really love this man so much. "No, you gave me one," you say. "Right here in your arms."

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Happy Valentine's Day, reader! Corey loves you! 💘

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Welcome to the Star Pride! (Sketch)

Here's a thing I've been working on with OccPixTFs (https://www.deviantart.com/occpixtfs)! Fayne beefcake lionification/twinning into Pix's OC Leo! Fayne had never really been a fan of old console games... Especially from consoles older than he was by more than a third of his lifespan. He'd just never understood the appeal of them, with their strange 8-bit graphics and esoteric genres. But when the local game shop closed down they had a closing sale where everything had to go, he had some spare time so figured he might as well give it a chance! The store owner seemed especially keen on getting rid of a specific Sega Genesis and a game for it named Star Pride Voyagers... (https://www.deviantart.com/occpixtfs/art/Star-Pride-Voyagers-199X-Mockup-Pixel-Art-959597243) He gave Fayne such a discount that he got the cartridge AND the console for just 20 bucks! What a steal!! It was honestly too good to be true... He took it home and with some effort, removed it from it's unassuming packaging. It was wrapped in a way that made it seem like they wanted to keep whatever was inside in, rather than keep it safe from whatever was outside... Which was strange to him but Fayne tried not to overthink it like he usually does. When he launched the game and dusted off the old console, the ginger boy was hit with a loud intro, narrated by a campy sounding macho lion! Sitting down, Fayne prepared for a blast from a past he'd never seen before! "Welcome to Star Pride Voyagers! We can see you're new here, but you've got the courage and power of a lionhearted Captain~! After this Training Tutorial, you'll be an ace pilot in no time!" Played the crispy ancient audio from his speakers... Sending a chill up the boy's spine. It was a strange intro, for sure. But Fayne wasn't worried at all until the console started crackling, and he felt static in the air. Then, he started to grow... and grow... and then bluish fur appeared on his skin and he knew he was in for it! Fayne had heard before that a group of lions is a pride, but he definitely wasn't ready to experience a lion's pride firsthand! Now he just needed to find his flightsuit...and his ship, for that matter~ This is probably one of the gayest things I've ever drawn. It took a lot of willpower for me to get myself to make a true male on male transformation/corruption piece with a masculine framing, but it worked out in the end! Tell me what you think. Is it too far for your tastes? Or are you happy to explore new things? I for one am excited to learn more about masculinity and gender in a positive way!! Originally finished in September 2023!

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The 100 Rewatch 2023 Liveblog 1.08

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Oh boy! The memories. This is the beginning of Bellarke for me.

We are going to post like men here. No editing. Forgive my typos. I touch type as i go and i may be fast but i'm not that accurate. I will remember to do a read more this time though. Because this is long.

We open with beefcake Lincoln strung up for torture. Honestly. That's rude. It's not sexy just because he's hot.

Miller told the dead kids parents the news that their kids were murdered by grounders. He wants "justice." and Bellamy says they're not killing him. Miller is an ass and puts mud on lLincoln and Lincoln headbutts him. LOL.

Talking to the Ark they want Clarke to find an emergency shelter for supplies. Diana Sydney is like nah. We're about to come down, the baby kids should stay put. Now Jaha is trying to get Clarke back with her mom but she blames him for betraying her dad, too.

Oh Dax is going to talk to "his parents" and it's Shumway to proposition him into murder. Just like he did Bellamy. But this time he wants B dead. Dax already beat a man to death. He's one of the murderers they talked about.

Now B and O are arguing about Lincoln. B is calling him an animal. Knock that off, kid.

Clarke wants to take Bellamy for the supply run at the depot. And he's suspicious. "I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like." Which he gets because hello Octavia.

Jasper and MOnty with grim humor. Don't worry about the grounder revenge. Byt the time they get here we'll be dead of hypothermia.

Ugh Clarke and Finn being all "I'll take care of you." ANd Raven is right there. "She's a big girl she can take care of herself." Then in comes Bellamy. ooh Finn is jealous. Bellamy is taking all the rations and Clarke is suspicious. "A lot can happen in a day." Foreshadowing. Sneaky Dax follows them out of the camp.

Miller goes to talk to Roma's parents and O sneaks up to Lincoln. She gives him water. Neat little canteen made out of what? Parachute? more beefcake as she cleans up his washboard abs and he is like smelling her or whatever. Y'all I don't like kidnapping/torture as a start to a romance. But this is better than most because he originally kidnapped her to keep her safe and she's trying to stop the torture.

He tells her his name because he wants her to remember him after he dies. "This only ends one way." Because he IS the enemy.

Clarke and Bellamy in the woods. I remember this. Bellarke in the wild. Bellamy is really feeling guilt and fear over the Jaha attempted murder.

Raven and Octabia in Camp. O is a mess. WOW they are catty to each other. O says "It must suck to come down here and find out your boyfriend is into someone else." OUCH. True but OUCH. Why is she so mean when she grew up with only two supportive people? Yes she should be messed up but should she be a meangirl?

Raven wants to do Finn and Finn wants to talk. "Something happened." She knows and she doesn't want to talk about it ever. She asks if he loves her "Always." I am puking. Stop kissing him. He's awful. Ew. She has the worst taste in men i swear. She NEVER got a good romantic partner. (Princess Mechanic)

Clarke finds a door Bellamy smacks it with his axe. Down they go into the bowels. Mummified bodies. The place is disgusting. No supplies. Boo. Ooh some orange blankets. Bellamy is mad there's no canteen or medkit or decent fricking tent.

A barrel full of oil. Bellamy temper boy kicks it over and VIOLA OMG GUNS. HUGE BELLAMY SMILE

Monty is tripping. Fermented nuts?Or hallucinogenic. Now Jasper is tripping but it's not as nice as Monty's trip. He sees grounders everywhere. Scary. He runs to O for help. She figures out that he's on something. HE tells her he loves her. She figures it's the nuts. She gives him an anti-grounder stick so the grounders won't be able to see him. "Makes sense."

We could have used more of that O in the bunker in season 5.

She gives Miller the hallucinogenic nuts. Lincoln knows.

:Ready to be a bad ass Clarke?" She doesn't want the guns but she knows they need them. SO he offers her shooting lessons.

Oooh. He reaches around her and touches her shoulder, his voice gets smoky and steps back from her. I forgot about the sexiness of that. Watch and learn. He tries to shoot and his bullets are duds.

"Still watching." smirky flirting. She shoots and BOOM. She likes it. B likes it htat she likes it. She's being responsible. "You left miller in charge of the grounders. You must trust him." He wants her to keep him close and she's like. OMG you're gonna run. He thinks the Ark are gonna kill him when they come down. O hates him, so he's leaving.

Tells her to keep practicing. He needs some air. THat was a SHORT scene. To base our Bellarke fantasies on for seven years.

Now he's tripping Jaha. Nightmare land coming up. "I did what I had to do." But Jaha calls him out for all his sins. Now he sees the 320 culling victims. Bellamy can't defend himself against that. All his guilt. He really feels it. Oooh. Sooky. All the dead people calling him murder and coming through the wilderness at him.

Now Clarke is tripping. She's back her jail cell in the Ark. See her dad.

Everyone in the deinguent camp is tripping and one kid is stripping so O takes his clothes.

Raven and Finn are naked in bed. M0nty pops in."I can't change the tide if the moon won't cooperate. It's basic physics."

Clarke realizes her dad vision is not real. The dad vision wants her to forgive her mom. Poor baby clarke is so young here. Everyone's counting on her and it's so hard. She's feeling guilt about torturing Lincoln. Dad says she did the best she could. This is the beginning of Clarke learning about forgiveness and why she could forgive Bellamy and Lxa and all those people.

NOW dad vision calls her a crazy bitch and turns into Dax.

O frees Lincoln. Gives him delinquent clothes.He thinks this will put her in danger. That's because he's a grounder and they are barbarians and would kill someone for doing what she's doing. Jobi nuts go bad and cause vision. So he can sneak out.

He kisses O.

Yo. You should really find a girl your own age man. She's what? 16? 17 at most.

Most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms. Raven taking care of the kids. Even Finn is taking care of the kids until he sees Lincoln escaping. He's like get on outta here. Which is, I have to give Finn his due, the best thing he does in a while. He forgives Lincolnd for stabbing him.

Bellamy bad tripping on his 'murder victims' He wants them to kill him. Jaha beats him up. "I can't fight any more." "don't you know? LIfe is a fight." "What am I supposed to do?""Live breathe suffer. if you want the peace of death you're going to have to earn it. You think you dserve to be free of your pain? You think you deserve that gift?"

But actually, the Jaha beating him up is Dax. "You shoulda stayed down there clarke I tried not to kill you. But Shumaway said no witnesses."

Walk away now and I won't kill you. You're choice. His gun misfires as he aims at clarke and Bellamy charges him. Fight. Dax has him on the ground. Clarke charges Dax and he slams her in the gut with the butt. B picks up a bullet and slams it into Dax's jugular. Not coincidentally the place where Clarke stabbed Atom to mercy kill him. A nice little callback.

Dax is gone, B and C are up against the tree. "Are you okay?" Clarke asks?

No I'm not. If my mother she knew what I'd done, who I am? She raised me to be better to be good and all I do is hurt people. I'm a monster."

"Hey you saved my life today. And you may be a total ass half the time, but... I need you."

The look on his face as he looks at her.

"We all need you. None of us would have survived if it weren't for you.

He looks away.

She tells him to come back with him. You have to face it. He says "Like you faced your mom."

You're right. I don't want to face my mom. I don't want to face any of it." She is obsessed with keeping everyone alie.

Why is the music so romantic right now?

Can we figure it out later?

Whenever you're ready.

Bullshit you didn't write this as romantic.

O is pretending that she got high too. She did not. Good cover. Miller says the grounder is gone. Jasper panics.

Bellamy is back. "LEt the grounders come" He's tired of being afraid. Looks at Clarke and they both drop the guns. Finn looks unhappy.

Team Bellarke. Leaders. Friends. Soulmates.

The story has just changed.

O is looking out into the woods. B comes up and gives her an oragne blanket. She takes it. "I don't expec tyou to forgive me but you'll have to find a way to live with me because I'm not going anywhere.

Clarke calls him in to speak to Jaha. B knows O helped the grounder escape. She says it wasnt her and thanks him for the blanket.

Jaha.

CLarke. When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculaously most of us are still alive and in large part that is because of bellamy." She wants him pardoned like the rest of them.

Bellamy doesn't depend on his better nature. He says "If you wnat to know who wants you dead." Jaha pardons him and asks for who gave him the gun.

Cut to Shumway being arrested. Kane is angry. Shumway thinks he's fighting for what he believes but won't say what that is.

Clarke checks Finn's wound and Finn tries to guilt her about the guns. And he tries to say that Bellamy is the real danger. Clarke TRUSTS him. Finn is horrified. That's because he knows B is his rival. "You and Bellamy are leading us down a dangerous road. I wish you'd talked to me about it first." WHEN was finn the leader? Fucking asswipe. She is like "I wish we talked about a lot of things."

Diana Sydney comes to Shumway and Diana has him killed.

I honestly do sympathize with Diana Sydney's position but she's such a horrible character (dare I say horrible actress I hate her D:) and her plans are so horrible that she, who should have been the good guy, becomes the bad guy. I'm usually for the proletariat, but Diana was vicious and stupid and mean and her plans were bad and unethical and selfish.

#the 100 rewatch 2023 #daytrip #liveblog

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 2 years

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Author Rec

Okay, so I need to gush. I’ve already done it to poor @meetmyothersouls and @softhecreator and now I’m going to subject all of you to it as well.

For the first time in a very long while, I have not just a book rec, but an author rec: Kathryn Ann Kingsley. In the past week, I’ve read eight of her novels. No, you’re not misreading that. I have read eight of her novels in the past week. I told my bestie that I haven’t been this excited about discovering an author since I first read A Court of Thorns and Roses, which I got a fucking tattoo for, and that literally could not be more true. Lemme explain why.

So, for those of you who aren’t aware/don’t know me, I have a thing for guys that are, for all intents and purposes, shaped like twinks. I mean, I write about Timothée Chalamet, for fuck’s sake. That’s really the only shape of guy I find attractive, is skinny with a little bit of muscle. Tragically, finding romance novels about guys who are anything but huge muscular beefcakes is about as hard as swimming upriver when your legs and arms are all asleep. I wish I could read books with guys of other body types, but the beefcakes that are consistently portrayed in almost every romance novel are physically repulsive to me. I wish they weren’t, but here we are. Even guys that are just leanly muscular are so fucking hard to find. In any case, if you know anything about my reading tastes, be they fanfiction or otherwise, you know that I am the pickiest bitch there ever was.

So far, the guys I’ve read about in the novels (there have been four; one standalone, one longer series, and one set of two. I’ve also started on the fourth) have all been tall and skinny. I do mean tall, mind you; the guy in the most recent one was 6’5”. He also looks almost exactly like Timothée in every other respect (his height and eyes are really the only difference in their appearance). They’re a bit muscular, but there’s no passages about how insanely wide they are, how much space they take up (aside from their height, of course), their rippling muscles and whatnot. I have very few complaints about these books (the smut could be longer, I suppose; there’s always a reason that the couples portrayed are incapable of having children; the last series I read had some femdom stuff; both multiparters have contained anal which she included as the last smut in the series both times for whatever reason, but all of these things can be overlooked to a degree. The last on the list, I simply skipped lol). The writing is stellar, the smut is great, the plots are incredible, the guys are sexy, the characters are well-developed, and I’m shocked to say that there were plot twists that surprised me, and I’m very rarely surprised about plot twists.

Now, fair warning: these are fantasy books about characters that are either borderline evil or straight up evil falling in love. The guys are possessive and varying degrees of insane. Simon, the guy I described as looking so similar to Tim, is definitely the craziest of all. These are not books that are about healthy relationships. There may be scenes that make you uncomfortable. If any of them interest you and you’d like a full list of all the warnings I can think of, I’ll be happy to provide for the ones I’ve read (so far it’s just the Harrow Faire series, The Impossible Julian Strande duet thingy, and The Forgotten Phantom, which is standalone) and any I read in the future, which will most likely be everything she’s ever written. But yeah, these guys are not good people. You know that tumblr post that said “the best thing a fictional man can do is be insane and love his wife”? Yeah, that sums up all the male characters. They may not be nice guys, but they are most definitely wifeguys. If you are not someone who is able to read an unhealthy relationship and not get upset, take it to heart, or view it as ideal, do not read these books. They’re not for you. And that’s totally okay! But if you’ve ever looked at a villain and thought, “he’s insane. I wanna fuck him”, then these books are for you.

I cannot recommend this author highly enough. Seriously. If you’re into darker romance with skinny men, you have gotta check these out. Like I said, eight in the past week.

#kathryn ann kingsley #harrow faire #the impossible Julian Strande #book recommendations #book reccs #book recs #shut up Maggie

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loveforpreserumsteve · 1 year

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Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

HALFWAY THROUGH Symbol of Courage, Hodge came home. Not for long though. He rushed in, gave Steve a kiss to the top of his head, and then left for 12A. Claiming that he was going to talk business with Bucky and Daniel. With Bucky, because of the alpha's connections. With Daniel, because of the man's late father and the stories of the influential people he had known.

Huffing, Steve shoved himself further into the armchair. Sure, he knew that getting buddy-buddy with the neighbors could potentially help boost Hodge's career. But couldn't he have waited? Couldn't he have spent some time talking with Steve? A funny story about his acting coach, Michael Joseph Duffy aka MJD aka Duff? Or a story about how ridiculous another actor was during auditions? Anything?

Sighing at his own jealousies, Steve tried to get back into reading. It was a decent first draft. Good characters. Good story. Hodge would fit the Brett Hendrick character perfectly. All American Grade A Beefcake. Pinnacle of non-toxic alphaninity. Yeah, Hodge was perfect for that. Even if he was a beta.

He'd need a little help in the sass department, sure, but he could work on that. Steve knew that Hodge could do anything that he put his mind to, even – no, especially – when Hodge didn't think so himself.

Just as Steve was getting back into the script, there was a knock at the door. Heart racing from the horrible fate of the beloved character, Jimmy, Steve's brows furrowed, but he still got up to get the door. Surprisingly enough, it was Peggy and another older woman, petite, frail, and smiling, with a gaudy, silver floral brooch pinned to the shoulder of her yellow polka dot dress.

"Hi, dear," Peggy smiled, "We're not bothering you, are we?"

"Of course, not," Steve said, opening the door to welcome the two older women into his home. Pressing his lips together to suppress his disgust at the scent that the women brought with them. The same scent that came from Sharon's good luck charm.

"This is my dear friend, Angie Martinelli, who lives on six. Angie, this is Arnold's nephew's husband, Steve."

"Welcome to Stark Tower!"

"Thank you," Steve smiled, closing the door. Then, his brain caught up with the women and he asked, "Martinelli? As in Angela Martinelli? White Christmas in Vermont, Angela Martinelli?"

"The very same," she smiled, and Steve was starstruck.

"Ms. Martinelli, it's an honor," Steve started, taking her offered hand in his. Gushing, "My mom and I watch your holiday movies every winter, and would marathon Dear Betty almost every morning."

"Well, bless you," Angie giggled, giving Steve's hand a squeeze.

Wait until mom hears of this!

As the two women made their way down the hallway to the living room, they kept commenting about how beautiful the apartment was. Steve couldn't take any credit for the interior design though, Uncle Arnie had some decent taste. All he and Hodge had done was move their stuff into the lavish space.

Reaching the living room, both women sat down on the velvet navy-blue sofa. Both women had brought identical sewing bags and started opening them and took out their current projects. Crocheting for Angie and darning for Peggy. Clearly, settling down for a long evening of needlework and conversation.

"Oh, before I forget," Peggy said, reaching into her bag to pull out a small box. "This is for you. From Daniel and me."

"For me?" Steve asked, brows furrowing once more.

"It's just a little present is all," Peggy smiled, dismissing Steve's concern and puzzlement. "For moving in and for being so thoughtful."

"That's very kind of you," Steve said, taking a seat in the plaid armchair. Opening the little wrapped box, he froze. There, Sharon's silver filigree ball-charm and its clustered together chain. Sharon's not-so-lucky good luck charm. The smell hit him again, stronger, and made Steve rear back.

"It's really very old," Peggy continued, as though Steve wasn't refraining from pinching his nose at the scent of the translucent-bluish spongy substance. "Over three hundred years old."

"It's lovely," he said, gaze glued to it as he debated whether he should tell her that Sharon had already showed it off and told him the exact same thing.

But he didn't want to upset the older omega. She had, after all, been very kind. And Sharon was her niece, her daughter-surrogate, who she lost.

"The inside is called terrigen, it's a root," Peggy said. "It's good luck."

Not for Sharon, Steve thought. Instead of speaking the words out loud though, he tried to give the necklace back, "It's lovely, but I can't accept such a –"

"You already have," Peggy insisted, not looking up at Steve as she darned a brown sock. "Put it on."

Angie assured, "You'll get used to the smell before you know it."

"Go on," Peggy said.

"Well, thank you," Steve smiled and hesitantly, reluctantly, put the chain over his head, tucking the charm into the collar of his shirt. It was cold for a moment against his skin and he told himself that he'd take it off once the two women left.

"Is that the script?" Peggy asked, gesturing to the ottoman and the thick stack of papers fastened together.

Angie perked at that, asking Steve, "Are you a writer."

"No," Steve said while Peggy added, "He's an artist. Hodge says that he's very talented."

"Your children must be very creative," Angie smiled, not knowing how much that comment alone broke his heart.

Lifting the script so he could keep reading, he corrected, "We don't have children."

"Soon, I'm sure," Angie encouraged, and Steve hoped it would be. From her lips to God's ears.

As the night continued, Steve found himself content. With the two women making small talk and telling stories while Steve sat, listening and reading. Surprisingly, it was a pleasant evening. Time even got away from them.

At around eleven, Hodge came home. He said hello to the women and bent so he could kiss Steve's cheek. Only then did the women realize how late it was and pack up their things to leave.

"Come and visit me anytime you want, I'm 6C," Angie smiled, following Peggy out of the apartment.

Once he and Hodge were alone, Steve asked, "So, ya gonna be a big movie star now or what?"

"Yup." Hodge weakly joked, "Gonna get my Hollywood Star tomorrow."

Steve chuckled, stretched, and then stood from the chair. Gesturing towards the script, "If it helps, Bucky's friend wrote one hell of a script. And I know that you'll make the perfect lead."

"Let's keep our fingers crossed."

Following Hodge into their bedroom, Steve changed out of his clothes. The necklace hung low, stretching down his naked sternum. Just looking down at it made him feel icky. Almost like he had taken it off of Sharon's corpse himself.

"What's that?" Hodge asked, climbing into bed in only his boxer briefs.

"A present. It was Sharon's. The police must've, I don't know, given it back or somethin'."

"She probably wasn't even wearing it."

Lifting the chain off over his head, he held it out in front of him, looking at the charm. It really was beautiful, but it wasn't his. Not really. Plus, it still reeked.

"Aren't you going to wear it?" Hodge asked.

"It smells," Steve complained. "There's stuff in it. A root. Rotten food smells better."

"Oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad," Hodge chuckled.

Steve carried it over and shoved it in his husband's face so the beta could get a nice, big whiff. Nonplussed, Hodge shrugged, "It's not that bad."

Rolling his eyes, Steve carried the necklace into the bathroom. Opening the vanity drawer, he placed it inside. While Steve closed the door, Hodge stood in the doorway, "If you took it, you should wear it."

"If you took it, you should wear it," Steve mocked, leaving the bathroom. Stretching up on his tiptoes, Steve kissed his stubbly cheek.

Somewhere throughout the night, Steve awoke and found Hodge sitting beside the open window, smoking in the dark. Brows furrowed, Steve glanced at the alarm clock and then back to his husband. The beta had quit smoking over two years ago.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Hodge assured, putting the cigarette out. "Insomnia, probably. Nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep."

Figuring that he was nervous about auditions and upset with the stories about old-time stars and their fame, Steve climbed out of bed. Wrapping his arms around the muscular blond, he tried to comfort his husband the best he could. "I love you. Not just for your immense talent, but for you. For who you are. And who you are is a good man."

When that didn't seem to help any, Steve told him that he didn't need to worry.

"About what?"

"About anything."

"Alright," Hodge weakly smiled, "I won't."

"You're the greatest," Steve kissed the top of his head. "Y'know? You are. And it's all going to come out right. You're gonna have to learn karate or somethin' to get through the mob of fans. And let's not even talk about what you'd have to do to get rid of the paps."

That small, sad smile remained on his face as he looked down at his lap.

"Any day now," Steve insisted. "Something big. Something worthy of you."

Hodge nodded, not arguing. Encouraging Steve, "Go back to sleep, honey."

"Wake me if you can't sleep."

"Sure."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

The screenplay that Steve reads is an early version of the "Captain America: The First Avenger" screenplay. I only changed the character's names with aliases used either in the MCU or in the comic books. I hope you're doing well wherever you are! Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤❤❤

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okay but he’s a more attractive version of drake like comment and share if you agree

do you.. do you think they’re cousins? like,, they have eerily similar faces 👀

You’re right.. you’re right! Bartender dean is more attractive than beefcake Drake 🥲 honestly if leo/prince didn’t exist and give my girl kate a big wanderlust boner she probably would’ve married dean 🫣

whilst we’re talking about tastes can I just point out…

(This did start out with the intention of pointing out our love for grumpy brunette white men with pretty eyes and strong jawlines, but then whilst looking for a good grumpy Anthony pic I went down a Luke T rabbit hole and couldn’t not add him. look at him! That pic is begging for it 🥵🥵)

Ok so of all 5 of these men fuck, marry, kiss, kill, friendzone 😏 answer for mal, Audrey and Lana 😘

#hehehe #mal 💕#askboxed #fmk game #i have -definitely- entered my old woman years bc i now finding forehead wrinkles crows feet and partially receding hairlines attractive #why’s a man that looks like he’s experienced some shit so hot???#and their hands? hello! men!

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Full time barista here I’ve always been envious of the men on stage especially the heavy weights. Don’t want to over work the chronivac but help me become a muscle bull as big as jean pierre fux.

Mate, I understand you only too well…. There are few things hotter than the real heavy beefcakes. I've tried it long enough myself… But I didn't make it either. Jean Pierre is a pretty good role model… But I have an idea…

Friday morning. It's 06:00, you have to hurry, in one hour you have to prepare the first coffee. You don't have time for much more than a few situps and pushups. In the bathroom you have to hurry. You need longer and longer to conceal your receding hairline. You are now 40 years old, slowly you just notice that you are getting older. If you go out tonight to party, it will take you almost the whole Saturday to recover. The cosmetic industry has nothing effective to offer against the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes. And even if you don't need to be ashamed of your body: You won't gain much more muscle in your lifetime.

Shit, at 07:00 o'clock people are already queuing up. You hate it when you can't open the store in peace. But as it looks, it will be 10:00 o'clock, until you have the first moment of rest. In fact, it's even 10:30 when your colleague thinks you can take a break. If you need it, he adds with a wink. You look fantastic today! You take a mineral water and sit down in the warehouse. In fact, you feel pretty damn good right now. You drink the water in one go. You don't have much time for a break. And you have to piss again before the lunch business starts. Your lower jaw drops as you wash your hands. Fuck, what happened to you. There are no more receding hairlines or laugh lines. You look ten years younger than when you got up today. The only difference is that you look as if you'd spent the last ten years doing little else but lifting iron. Your T-shirt is almost blown up by your biceps and pecs. And your jeans look like they're painted on your monstrous legs. How could you not notice that? As you tie the apron back on your way back to the counter, you wonder why you were just amazed. Since your 20th birthday, you've spent every spare minute at the gym, investing every penny you earn in protein and supplements. Hell, if you didn't look the way you do, you would have wasted a hell of a lot of time and money.

The calm in your coffee bar begins to subside again. The lunch business is starting up. There's a beefcake in your line that makes you jealous. Yo, bro! he greets you. It's nice to see that there are real men working here, too. What you can recommend to him. You suggest the protein bomb. A scramble of 10 eggs with 400 grams of chicken breast. He grins and nods. And a liter of still mineral water. The bro shares your taste. While you type everything into the register, he asks you if you're all-natural. Of course you are. With the money for the meal, he slides you a card. In case you want to think about it.

It is 17:00 o'clock, when you tie off your apron. Fuck' according to your watch you have walked 12,000 steps today on the few square meters behind the counter. But it also looks like it's been a pretty good day so far. You're 20 now, and the idea of opening your own café with healthy and, above all, protein-rich food came to you when you were 16. That's when you started getting into high performance bodybuilding. And a place like this was missing at that time. And then you built this place with your mentor and trainer as a straw man. But you can't stand behind the counter for more than ten hours. Even if you are the best advertisement for your products, you have to work out at least four hours every day. Otherwise you don't stand a chance on the big stage.

You might not be one of the big ones yet… But you are on a really good way to get there. You met Jean Pierre Fux once at a fitness fair in Germany. A great role model for you. And he said that at your age he would have been a linnet compared to you. The prerequisites for a brilliant career are there. Enjoy it and make the best of it!

This and other hot pics @anton227ludwig

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #tank top #inked man #age reduction

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astarab1aze · 5 months

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// light blue heart because my computer is old and therefore legally blind. Husbies.

muse relationship headcanon game

who curses more?

you and i both know it's garrett and why. mans is from brooklyn, and has always talked mad shit. who doesn't love to drop an f bomb all the time? he's always been a punk, and he's always had one hell of an attitude when he was pissed. but v also says fuck. :I hmmmm. hmmmm, ooze, hmmm. i think i need your take on this honestly. this one's a toughie for me. in my heart, it's garrett, but i know v's been playin' pretty fast and loose in his old age-- jshdgfs

who is more patient?

it depends on the context. garrett can sit and stay no problem, but he gets impatient and irritable too. where it comes to v, garrett is unwaveringly patient, if a little pushy at times - he can wait and take a hint, it just won't stop him from trying to get v to let him put his mouth on him-- no no, but really he is genuinely very patient with v. everyone else? no. not at all LMAO. he has a hotter temper than v, though that isn't to say he doesn't also have his moments.

who does the driving?

.....don't they walk everywhere, wdym ksdjhfsd we've never written them in a vehicle... except for just...sitting there, while it was off ofc. taxi makes more sense to me since they're based in europe iirc (red grave's in britain right? lol). i just can't see them driving. garrett can ofc but like...why. when v can just hop on his back, summon him as his teleporting demon mount since he's the only person alive who knows his name and the importance of that--

who is louder? who is quieter?

they can both be loud and quiet, this one's all context.

who is more physically affectionate?

garrett, because he literally can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to v. he is so in love, always, forever, and will show it in every way he can. verbally, physically, emotionally-- are you kidding me? it's he. v's more reserved, but relents ufufu

who is more likely to tease the other?

this is an entirely mutual affair and i don't think i need to tell you why >:)

who is better with time management?

....i think they both take certain things very seriously and are, thusly, very determined to resolve x thing quickly and efficiently as they can. that doesn't always work out, as we can see with shokolade. or the entire cult of moloch issue. they were so fucked. EVEN MORE FUCKED IN VIOSTRA. ooze. garrett is definitely freaking the fuck out over everything, urgent but also lay low then keep moving in an effort to protect-- i don't think they think about it honestly skjdfh ACK

who wins the arm wrestling matches?

garrett...... :I himbo remember. v is beefcake moronsexual skdjhfsd

who controls the music in the car ride?

i'll substitute with the bar-- um, both of them? duh. >:I they have similar tastes in music!!! 80s, punk, goth-

who covers dinner when they order in?

garrett. you know how he is. he's gotta be a gentleman!

who is more outgoing? who is more shy?

garrett has always been the more outgoing, talkitive, flirty, generally out there one out of the two. v's more reserved and aloof, but i wouldn't say shy, specifically, except in certain circumstances. like in the beginning of his and garrett's relationship? yeah.

who has the more outlandish fashion sense?

v all the way. what are those fucking sandals-- garrett's good with a t-shirt and ripped jeans ok, classic bad boy vibe for him

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them?

it would absolutely 100% be garrett who starts them, and v who ends them. i fully believe this. uncompromisingly.

who has the darker/more “edgy” sense of humor?

garrett. :I the evidence his encounter with saryn where he thought it amusing to blast him with hellish lava until his neck fucking melted. 'hehe woops! better call bianca--' >:I he thought it was concerning but funny, and all he actually cared about in the moment was if it would piss v off or not.

who is more competitive when it comes to games?

they both have competitive streaks but where v's concerned, garrett's more willing to relent.

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth?

garrett could eat forever. human garbage disposal. he will try anything once and you know this very well, from demonic helltree to magical grass that'll get you high skjdhf he's so dog coded

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public?

garrett. guard dog. with a temper. also demon of wrath (and lust)--

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them?

i think it really depends, but v and bee keep in contact i'm 10000% sure, well and garrett too-- it's really vergil who doesn't want to socialize skjdhfsd but i still think about vergil and garrett cracking open a cold one and having a bro chat outside--

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other?

garrett is. he be makin' blackberry pancakes every sunday with bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns unu with fresh coffee. you know how he rolls. gotta take care of pretty boy over there like a good husband should

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior?

both of them since they're devil hunter skjdfhs

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other?

they're both fairly quick on the uptake when it comes to each other. i don't see them ever not immediately knowing something was up and needing to sort it through and fix it. i just know how garrett is, he can smell it on v. and v is so intuitive and aware-- they just pay attention to each other when it matters and when it doesn't. they're so good to each other, i'll accept nothing else.

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)?

they both very much are capable of speaking up for themselves each, and they respect each other's autonomy besides. simple as.

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support?

v and i don't need to explain ksjdfhd garrett's an ass and could generally give a shit less about other people in the grand scheme of things, unless it has something to do with v. well, and sometimes their adopted grown up children :I and bee and vergil... and fumis. but so...!!!

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it?

they can both be very mischievous but i think garrett's more likely to actually prank and then promptly suffer for it in some way ksjdhfs then v, much to his own chagrin, will be wooed in the aftermath. i'm just saying. u kno. u know how it would go.

#☿ || Asks.#♞ // Private: Love and Harmony.#melancholymirth #/ le sIGH #/ remember when garrett took a bite out of the nidhogg #/ and languished like a kicked puppy on the side of the road #/ but like. literally. cos he was in full demon mode #/ do u #/ can't believe v married him. smfh

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Jane: Check out other posters.

Another Sleuth poster of course, with two of your favorite dames ever. The TOBIAS and the MANHATTAN were gifts for your 14th birthday, sent to you by your good buddy Jake. Just a couple of PERIWINKLE HEARTHROBS unquestionably sent in playful retaliation for the ribbing you've given him over the years for his inexplicable infatuation with his phthalo femmes. So he made a couple of coy recommendations for objects of your attraction, and you have hung his COBALT BEEFCAKES here since. He was pretty spot on with the blue Funke, to be honest, since that's like the best show ever. Mr. Cross can blue himself any time, as far as you are concerned. But the Manhattan... not so much. Comics aren't really your thing. But you hung it up anyway because that's the sort of thing you do in a mildly escalating feud of passive-aggressive one-upsmanship. You own it. But you felt kind of weird about having his BLUE MUTANT PENIS dangle over your head while you sleep, so you covered it up with something even more obscene, some sort of revolting TROLL HOWIE MANDEL, also gifted to you by Jake. Good lord does that kid have some spotty tastes. There is also your magnificent SWANSON. Ron Swanson is the PERFECT MAN. You have tried to order all of the bacon and eggs in a restaurant on several occasions. But your dad never lets the order go beyond the joke level. What a fuddyduddy.

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happy accident

summary: an accidental nude turns out to be the best mistake of your life.

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count: 3,003 words

warnings: age-gap [reader is 25 & bucky is 39], talk of parents, talk of heartbreak & breakup, sexting, nudes, pet-names [baby & peach(s)], lots of flirting and kissing, soft!dom!bucky, dom/sub dynamics, panty gagging [in reader’s mouth], oral [reader receiving], multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on reader’s chest, mention of drinking, mention of masturbation, nipples + tit play, mocking & degradation, taunting, teasing — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

There was nothing worse than being confined to your parents house after your apartment had to undergo emergency repairs that left you temporarily moving back into your childhood home.

Because fate was cruel and the universe was laughing at you.

Not to mention the fact that you hadn’t gotten properly laid in around six months.

This was some sick and twisted joke being played on you and you wanted to scream in pure frustration because how the hell were you supposed to masturbate in your parents house?

Maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad if your neighbour, your father’s best friend, wasn’t a total fucking beefcake.

You didn’t know Bucky until you met him two years ago for your 23rd birthday right before he dropped the news that he would moving into the neighbourhood.

It was then that you quickly learned that Bucky was nothing but a fucking tease.

Finding every possible way to rile you up, leave you flustered, and absolutely tripping over your words.

Then something happened on New Years that would shift the course of whatever the fuck your relationship with Bucky was.

You were sad. Entirely upset and sobbing after the few glasses of champagne over your shit-bag ex posting a story of him and his new girlfriend.

No, he didn’t cheat on you.

No, he just broke your heart.

Bucky found you outside, tear and mascara stained cheeks as he extended that bionic arm and pulled you up.

He didn’t say anything, holding you close before he began dancing with you.

The fireworks being set off, welcoming the New Year, cause Bucky to tilt your chin up before your lips met his.

It left you dizzy, his lips tasting of your dad’s expensive scotch you once tried only to grimace at the smoky, burning flavour.

But it tasted good on Bucky’s lips.

When he pulled away, whispering a faint Happy New Year, Peach, you wanted to pull him in by that worn-in leather jacket he was always seen in and kiss him again.

Except you didn’t.

Bucky placed a kiss to your cheek and retreated back inside and left you even more sexually frustrated.

Nothing ever happened, neither of you initiated anything more despite the flirty texts you continued to send each other for the next few months.

Before the conversation died out completely.

You would get the occasional hey, how are you text before quickly catching up. But being in a completely different city made it difficult for anything to go further than just that.

Flirting.

Now you were back home and you knew that Bucky saw your old, piece of crap car in the driveway.

You were home with absolutely nothing to do and for once, you had the house to yourself.

This was a big deal. You could finally take care of yourself and maybe get a good nights sleep that didn’t involve another sex dream.

A Bucky sex dream.

You had to get him off your mind, sinking into the bath you ran yourself and grabbing your phone to text your best friend.

Advice. What you needed was advice from her.

Well, more like justifying your bad idea.

That’s what best friends are for, though, right?

There was someone back home, a sweet man who always brought you your favourite hot beverage in the middle of the day.

His name was Ben and after an office work party, you had both ended up falling into bed with each other.

It was your typical no strings attached sort of relationship. No feelings and no messes, just mediocre sex.

Ben was sweet, he tried his best, but he never quite got it right. You were worried that he thought you were losing interest because of the nearly four months of celibacy, but your schedules never lined up.

And well, if you couldn’t get laid. You might as well indulge in some reckless sexting as you let your vibrator do the rest.

You also had to admit, the bath selfie was hot.

Showing just enough skin, but not too much to give everything away.

Needless to say you were excited to finally get some sort of action, even if it was virtual.

Except you were just a little too excited, clicking the first ‘B’ contact that popped up and typing away without even realizing it.

Your trigger finger would be your demise, you had always expected it. But this? Oh this was so much fucking worse.

Not only had you sexted your father’s best friend, who you also ended up kissing, but you had sent him a nude.

At least it was tasteful?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You wanted to scream when you saw those three bubbles pop up. He saw it and now, he was typing something probably along the lines of what the fuck?

It’s a situation you never thought you’d be in. Never hoped you’d be in. Yet here you were, cooking bath water and bubbles that had begun to fade as you accepted your fate.

Oh Peach… read his reply.

This is just cruel. You have any idea what this is doing to me? ;)

It’s when you shot up, deciding that you were done with the bath because Bucky fucking Barnes was sexting back.

Your hands were shaking, heart racing and your core was aching because of his reply. A string of words had gotten you riled up, enough to wrap a towel around your body and sprint back to your room.

Your reply was bold.

Show me then, Barnes.

You really don’t know where your confidence came from, but you suspected it to be from how fucking desperate you were.

The bubbles popped up again, then stopped, and then up again before…

Fuck.

There he was, grabbing his cock through the sweatpants he was wearing and you couldn’t pry your eyes away from how big he was.

Another text from Bucky.

You gonna come help me, Peach? Or am I gonna have to take care of this myself?

There is no way in hell he was taking care of it himself.

Your reply was rushed and you were thankful for autocorrect as you threw your phone on your bed.

Be there in 5.

Fuck your bra, it didn’t matter as you grabbed a new and lacy pair of panties. You pulled on the closest pair of shorts and nearest shirt before flying down the stairs and shoving your feet in a pair of Birkenstocks.

Then you were out the door with your phone in hand as you made the short and quick trip to Bucky’s.

His house was dark, not a single light on as you knocked on his front door only for it to be opened immediately.

Bucky pulled you in, a soft yelp leaving your lips before the door was shut, locked, and you were pressed against it.

Both of your chests were heaving, pressed tightly against each other’s as Bucky smirked.

“Hey there, Peach. Missed me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to squirm against him.

“Oh I wouldn’t do that,” he purred. “Unless you plan on getting on your knees and opening that pretty little mouth of yours.”

God, you had forgotten just how insufferable Bucky really was.

He was charming and cocky, but above all he was a fucking tease.

“What? Not even gonna buy me a drink first?” You tease back, continuing to squirm because you can feel him growing harder against you.

He chuckles, deep and low.

“Oh baby,” his nose runs along your jaw. “I promise to get you a drink after I fuck you absolutely stupid.”

The whimper you let out is pathetic before Bucky’s lips are swallowing your moans. They’re soft, but his stubble is rougher against your skin as you tangle your fingers in his shirt.

“Bucky,” you let out softly causing him to swear under his breath. “Fuck.”

“My name sounds s’fuckin’ good coming from your lips, Peach.” He groans, fingers digging into your hips trying to anchor your body to his.

Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he felt like this; young, alive, and happy.

But right now, kissing you and having your body so close that he can feel your erratic heartbeat? He doesn’t want the moment to last because maybe he’s been waiting for a sign to make a move on you.

“This is so wrong.” Bucky mumbles against your lips as you shake your head and pull away.

The look in your eyes is intoxicating, glimmering and shining with lust and mischief.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you whisper, hands running up his chest and Bucky thinks he’s fallen in love.

Whatever the fuck he was feeling, his dick was telling him that this is exactly what he needs. The consequences don’t fucking matter when you’re in his arms.

“I’ll just have to find a way to make sure your screams are muffled.” He retorts, quickly pulling you into his bedroom where you’re flung onto his large and comfortable bed.

You’d never been in Bucky’s room, let alone his home, but it’s exactly what you expected.

Minimal decorations, no pictures, and grim.

His bedroom is no different, dark blue sheets and two pillows is all that’s found on the bed as you turn your head back to watch him hovering over you.

He leans down, placing teasing kisses to the column of your throat before you feel his warm breath against your ear, “but I can always stuff your panties in your mouth to shut you up.”

You gasped, watching the way his eyes were now almost entirely engulfed by his pupils. His hands roamed your body, wasting little time in tearing your clothes off.

“You’ve been invading my dreams ever since I saw that beat up car of yours in the driveway.” He mumbles, your tits in his hands and the juxtaposition of warm and ice-cold is enough to send a chill down your spine.

“Ever since New Years,” he adds. “I haven’t been able to shake you from my mind.”

Your nipples are hard, rolled between his thumb and index finger as he places kisses between your breasts.

“And by the looks of it,” he smirks, eyes meeting yours. “You’re awfully needy for me too.”

He runs a single finger up your panty covered core, focusing on the small wet-patch as you let out a soft whimper at the touch.

“That picture wasn’t for me, was it, Peach?” He then asks, hooking two fingers in the cotton fabric, waiting for your answer.

You just shake your head, “no.”

He’s not offended, he’s amused as he barks out a laugh and rips the final layer of clothing off your body before bunching it and shoving your panties into his back pocket.

“Well I hate to break it to you,” he’s got a carnal look to him, hungry for a taste of you as he drinks in your naked form.

“But after tonight, no man will ever compare to me.” His words hit you like a freight train and knock the air from your lungs leaving you gasping when he pries your legs apart.

It’s when he peels his shirt off of his body that you can really see just how strong he is. His muscles ripple with his movements, jeans still tight against his legs as he falls over top of you.

“Now open wide, I don’t want anyone hearing you screaming my name when you’re supposed to be a good girl sitting at home.” He winks, grabbing your discarded panties and stuffing them in your mouth.

He hums, “so pretty like this, Peach.”

You’re practically on the verge of tears when he finally crawls between your legs.

When he finally touches you, giving you sweet, sweet satisfaction is when you know that no other man will ever come close to making you feel like you do right now.

Bucky isn’t just experienced, he’s intuitive.

He listens to your body, keeping mental notes of what makes your toes curl only to do it better.

“Aww don’t tell me you’re about to come, I was having so much fun,” he taunts, chin wet but fingers still curled knuckle deep inside of you.

Your moans are muffled by the panties, only fuelling Bucky’s own arousal as he realizes just how submissive you are.

“Come for me, Peach. Be a good girl and show me what I’m doing to you.” He praises before you’re clenching around his fingers, thrown into the best orgasm of your life.

A feeling you knew only Bucky could give you.

You don’t have time to catch your breath, not when Bucky is rising to his height and tearing his pants off of his legs.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp. Bucky looks at you with a knowing look as your jaw drops.

“There’s no way you’re gonna fit.” He was massive, and now you knew that Bucky was a double threat.

A man with a big dick that actually knew how to use it. Not to mention the way he was able to make you fall apart over his face in minutes.

A triple fucking threat.

He cocks his head to the side, wrapping a flesh hand around himself.

“We’ll make it fit, Peach. Don’t you worry.” He growls, the mattress dipping under his weight and you’re half expecting him to flip you onto your hands and knees.

“Uh uh,” he tsks. “There’s no way in hell I’m passing up the opportunity to watch you take me, baby.”

You shiver, spine tingling as you feel the weight of him against your thigh.

“Look at me,” he whispers, titling your chin up. “I’m here to make you feel good. To take care of you.”

You swallow thickly, throat dry as ever and it feels like you’re gulping down sand before Bucky kisses you again.

It’s much gentler this time around, “let me know if you want to stop.”

You just shake your head, whining out a pathetic “no.”

“Then lay back for me and relax, Peach.” He purrs and you’re sinking back into the pillow as he runs his cock through your folds, collecting the new rush of arousal.

He locks eyes with you before pushing in, slipping into you easier than he expected but it only makes him spit out a strangled moan, “shit.”

“God, you feel s’fuckin’ good. Tight and warm.” He groans, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into you as you welcome the stretch.

A feeling you hadn’t felt in months, slowly growing accustomed to Bucky’s size.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Look at’cha,” he bares his teeth when he grins, looking down at you.

Bucky’s hands massage your pelvis, hips, and thighs as he bottoms out in you, loosening and relax your tense muscles. You hadn’t realized how much it was helping until you fluttered your eyes open.

“There you are,” he coos. “Can you feel how deep ‘side you I am?” He poses the question teasingly.

His hand is placed over your lower tummy, adding pressure as you moan, “oh.”

“That’s me, Peach. I’m right here,” he whispers, moving his hips gently, rocking into you steadily as you grip the bedsheets.

“And now,” he smirks, gripping onto the headboard. “I get to watch you get fucked.”

He doesn’t hold back, snapping his hips against yours, relishing in the way the room fills with the sound of slapping skin.

“So pretty under me, baby. You look like such a pretty sub, y’know that?” He growls, taking hold of your cheeks.

You didn’t know that, but you’re sure as hell glad that Bucky said it because it caused sparks to shoot through you as his pelvis bumped against your clit.

“That’s exactly what you are,” he smirks. “My pretty little sub.”

Bucky tapped into your needs and desires so quickly. Or maybe you had been giving off hints and clues throughout the years, he has known you for two years now.

“Look at me, Peach,” he growls. “You’re gonna look at me when you come, understand?”

He’s not stern, instead, he’s almost begging you to look at him when pleasure consumes. And you nod, letting him know that you would do exactly what he wants.

“Good girl,” he purrs, thrusts growing far less calculated and much more desperate before your jaw drops and you’re unable to stop the moans from flowing freely past your lips.

“Could listen to you moan all damn day, fuck.” Bucky pants, “‘specially when I get to pump you full of my cum.”

You shudder, aftershocks still flowing through you before Bucky quickly pulls out and finishes over your chest with a low moan you would be thinking of for the rest of your life.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

“Hey Buck,” you chirp, picking the phone up as you hop into bed.

“Hey Peaches.” He replies with a laugh, “what’re you up to?”

You sigh, playing with the old blanket on your bed, “nothing much, I think I’ll call an early night.”

He chuckles again, “you’re missing me that much, huh?”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, “can you blame me? If anything this is your fault. You’re the one that ruined men for me.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well then quit pouting and open your damn door so I can finally have you all to myself, Peach.”

You don’t even have time to end the call before you’re racing to your front door, weaving through your apartment and hurdling into Bucky’s arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You laugh as he shrugs his shoulders.

“What? I can’t surprise my girl?” He asks innocently, putting you back down on the ground.

“Plus,” he smirks. “You expect me to send me a photo of you wearin’ my shirt and not expect me to race over so I can fuck you sideways.”

Your jaw drops, thrown onto the bed before Bucky is crawling over you, peppering kisses over your body.

Sending an accidental nude to Bucky was the best worst decision of your life.

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