#i have mens dress shirts for work and i love them nice and thick and loose enough to not feel tight

[captainlondonman]

HiViz Layby

It had been a long car journey back and Dave decided he needed to stop off for a pee. He had stupidly passed the petrol station but saw in front of him a layby and at least he could pee in the bushes. He came off the road to stop the car and in front of him was a local authority van parked up in front. Dave got out and could see there was a gap in the hedge and a slope in the ground beyond. He got out and without looking at the van he went through the gap and down what looked like quite a well worn path. As he reached a clearing he saw the driver of the van facing him with his cock out and legs apart. He was 180cms high, broadly built with a crew cut  in full high Viz. Obviously the Local Authority gear with green trousers and hi viz bands, a green T shirt tight against his large chest, and a full yellow jacket. At first Dave thought the guy was finishing having a piss and as he looked more closely the bloke had a massive boner.

Dave did not know what to do, but what he did know was the guy had a large cock and his hand firm around the shaft. He was also wearing full HiViz which Dave really got off on and at times would need to wank if he saw a good looking workie. For now all thought of peeing had gone as Dave’s own dick was rapidly growing down his trousers showing a good sized bulge.

The guy barked “Are you interested or not. If not then get the fuck out. If yes stop staring at my dick and get over here and open up yer mouth.’

‘Fuck the pee’ Dave thought as he walked over to the guy letting his hand rub his own bulge up and down.

‘ I could see that prick of yours was interested. I’m needing a proper blow job before getting back to work so down on your knees.’

Seeing the guy still holding his thick shaft with a nice deep pink helmet, Dave got down ready to suck. As he moved his mouth closer to the guys swollen head, his hands went round the guy’s legs and he started rubbing up and down loving the feel of the HiViz waterproof trousers. Dave had never worn any Hi Viz before but had always imagined how sexy it would be

‘Good. Looks like you love Hi Viz gear. Bet you’d love to wear some while you swallow my cock.’

‘Sure, seeing you guys in your gear makes me so horny.’

‘Glad you said that mate as I like me blokes in gear. So keep that dick of yours nice and hard and I’’ll stuff my cock back in and you can come into he back of me van. A real Alladin’s cave for you. Follow me.’

The idea of seeing more Hi Viz was making Dave’s cock start to ooze some precum forming a

nice stain on his trousers. They walked up to the layby and the guy opened the back of the van.

‘Step inside quick.’ Dave did as he was told and sure enough it was like a dream. Strewn around the inside was a mountain of dirty used HiViz gear from jackets, to trousers and mud caked boots. The van stunk of piss, BO and unwashed feet.

‘So what you think of that eh? Fucking great stench ain’t it. Bet you’d love to get into some of this eh?’

‘Yes please.’

‘So strip off and let me see what I get for you in your size. Once you are dressed I want that blow job smart got it.’

‘Sure.’

The workie quickly sifted through the clothing and threw various items at Dave.

‘These should fit so get them on now. By the way great cock you’ve got there and Christ all this Hiviz I can see is making you so bloody hard. Nice bit of precum I can see.’

Dave was so worked up he wasted no time in putting on the trousers, a dirty ripped T shirt and even dirtier oil stained jacket with a pair of thick muddied boots.

‘That’s better. That’s how I like me men so get down. You’ll have no problem now sucking me dick.’

It was as though he had sniffed poppers. The stink in the van, him dressed as a workie with a workie’s big dick staring him in the face was perfect and his mouth was ready for anything. Again the workie seized the top of his own shaft while Dave on his knees had his hands around the workies legs and arse rubbing the dirty HiViz fabric. His mouth went straight in full of saliva. He let his mouth rest a few seconds as his tongue could feel the whole helmet in his mouth  and take in the mix of piss and precum. Dave suddenly felt the workie’s hand around his head.

‘I want you to take the fucking full length’ as he pushed Dave’s mouth all the way down until he could feel the thick black pubes brushing against his lips.

‘That’s better you stinking little workie. Its how you love it in all that gear. So fucking suck.’

Taking a firm hold of the workie’s arse cheeks and with the thick dirty hands around his head Dave started sucking hard the workie moving Dave’s head faster and faster up and down his shaft.

Dave’s own cock was totally rigid inside the HiVz trusets rubbing against the waterproof fabric making him more and more ready  to spunk himself.

‘That’s it boy taking the whole length, feel my pubes in yer mouth. Let me push you faster and faster. Christ that mouth of yours is made to do a blowjob. I’m bloody ready to come. I want you to swallow every bit of spunk from my balls.’

When Dave’s mouth was at the top of the workies shaft so he exploded a torrent of cum jet down Dave’s throat. Feeling the cum start rushing down his throat was too much for Dave to hold back any more and his own cock erupted cum inside the trousers and he could feel it running down inside against his legs. Lots of warm spunk.

‘Great blow job mate, and now I need to get back to work. Looks like the gear got you fully worked up.’

‘It was bloody amazing.’

‘Tell you what. This layby is a great cruising ground for workies and truck drivers. So you know, they only like having it off with each other. Anyone in a suit can forget it. We all love our sex dirty. I was so fucking horny today and I made do with you but thank Christ you like dirty Hi Viz. So keep the gear for now and you can come back as I know now you will. Let’s meet up in a week and you can let me know and maybe I can help a bit more. So get the fuck out take your own clothes and as you’re driving home you can think of all your cum hardening inside.’

With that Dave jumped out the van clutching his own clothes in his new Hi Viz

‘Thanks mate. See you in a week.

Dave got home in his new hiviz gear. He could not believe what had happened and his luck. He wanted to see what he looked like so immediately went to stand in front of his mirror.

‘Shit I look bloody amazing. Just like a real workie and the gear is all dirty with oil patches just as if I have been on a site. I’ve even got the council name on the back of the jacket.’

 He looked down at his trousers and saw that his cock was tenting. A fucking great bulge in someone else’s used trousers. He may had shed a load of cum but his cock was rigid and he wanted to see himself shoot. He went to unzip himself and then thought that the feel of spunking inside and letting the cum run down was so much better so he started rubbing the fabric and gripping his cock to feel the stiff nylon. With his other hand be brought up to his nipple and started tweaking through the nylon T shirt.

‘Christ this is amazing, one hand working my cock and the other pinching my nipple. All in full Hiviz. This is fucking brill.’

The more he let his hand rub up and down his shaft the more he nipped his nipples. He started shouting at the mirror

‘I’m a fucking workie and fucking dirty workie. I wanna fuck with a stinking workie. I wanna be a workie in Hiviz. I wanna wear this gear all the fucking time. I’m a fucking common workie.’

Shouting to himself while wanking and working his tits got him so worked up.

‘Shit I’m coming man. A full load of spunk from a dirty workie. Here it comes. Workie spunk.’

And with that his cock ejected streams of white cum against the nylon, some of it oozing out to form a big white patch and some running down inside into his boots.

‘Christ that was what I call a wank. The best ever. No way am I washing any of this. The more it stinks of cum the better. The guy said the layby was a cruising area for workies and truck drivers. Christ I need to go and take a look in my gear.’

Later in the week Dave decided to take an afternoon off work pretending he had the dentist.

He took the HIviz gear out of the bag and the first thing he noticed was the smell of dried cum, his cum. Even just putting the gear on again made him rock hard. He decided not to look in the mirror otherwise he would have to wank and he was looking for a bit more. Once his erection had gone down a bit he drove off to the layby. This time there was a van and removal truck parked up with only enough room for him to get in and park. He got out and walked past both van and lorry and there was no one inside either. He walked through the clearing and down the track and he could see two guys who were obviously making out. They were facing each other each one with his hand on the other’s cock. One of medium build with a shaved head was dressed in full yellow HiViz with yellow trousers a soiled vest and a dirty yellow waistcoat. The other was obviously the lorry driver. He was well over 6ft. broad build with a  Hi viz waistcoat checked shirt several buttons open to reveal a dark hairy chest, tight work jeans and large Timberland boots. His black hair was long and was greased back into a tight pony tail. His face was tanned with a thick black beard.

The truck driver said ‘Thank God its another workie. We had to tell an office lad to fuck off. Get over here mate and join in. I can see that rigid cock of your stretching down your Hiviz. Three is better than two.’

As Dave approached the lorry man put his arm around him

‘This should be good’ he said moving his arm down Dave’s back to his arse and giving his cheeks and firm clench.

‘Me friend here loves cock and I love arse so we have a winner and you look like you’ll do anything.’

Before Dave could do or say anything the workie put his hand on the outline of Dave’s shaft and gave it a good pull.

‘Let me get my hand in there and see that see that tool of yours boy.’ The workie put his hand inside and took hold of Dave’s cock.

‘That’s a good one you got there. Don’t worry I’ll give you a great blow job.’

‘While you’re taking his cock out undo his waist button for me mate.’

As the workie started to get down on his knees in front of Dave so the truck driver moved the back of his hi viz down exposing his cheeks.

‘That’s a fucking nice bum you have there me workie friend.’ He continued playing with Dave’s arse and spreading his cheeks out. Then he spit some gob onto one hand and placed two fingers at the opening his hole.

‘Let me ease this a bit for you mate and you’ll be able to take my nice juicy cock.’

By now the workie was in front of Dave holding his cock and using his tongue and spit to slide around Dave’s head making his cock tickle but also have a feeling running down his shaft of sheer pleasure

‘I told you he sucks well.’

The lorry man placed his hands firmly on Dave’s shoulders and suddenly he could feel a heavy cock pressing against his hole. Having his cock sucked he knew he needed the full service so he pushed his arse back ready to take what was coming

‘Christ you really want this fuck don’t you mate.’

‘Sure do’, Dave replied, by now his own cock was burning with pleasure as the guy moved his tongue and mouth further and further down the shaft until he could feel the guys lips pressing against his groin.

By the now the truck driver has slipped in past the hole and with Dave pushing his arse backwards so the lorry man moved further and further up the hole.

‘What a fucking great arse you’ve got mate. I tell you, this is much better than fucking the wife. Men are a much better fuck with their tight holes.’

By now Dave was sandwiched between the two, the workie on his knees his head being directed by Dave to move his lips up and down the shaft while the lorry man was pumping his arse with the guy’s breathing increasing with every thrust.

‘Jesus mate you’d better come back here again sometime. This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages. Could almost go fully gay or you. Bet you love this 3 way. 2 workies and a lorry man. We lot give the best sex.’

The truck driver took his hands away from Dave’s shoulders and placed them firmly around Dave’s waist to help his thrusting. Hope you two are just about ready as my spunk is about to shoot up inside you. Yours arse is so great I be shooting right up to yer mouth with what I have to give you. The workie was moaning with pleasure by now his hand was grabbing Dave’s balls and pulling them downwards. Dave looked down and said ‘Yeah pull me balls as you’re about to get an fucking mouthful.’

‘That’s it boy see and shoot your load as I’m ready.’

With one final thrust the lorry man rammed his cock so it was right up to the hilt and Dave could feel the hot spunk being forced out and further up his arse. The truck driver almost collapsed with his orgasm pushing his head onto Dave’s shoulder just at that point feeling all this cum in his arse, Dave erupted into the workies throat and he could see his own spunk dripping out the guys mouth and down his chin.

The workie then sat back taking hold of his cock and furiously starting to wank, his tongue licking all the cum around his mouth.

‘Shit man all this cum around I’m fuckin shooting my load’ and with that his prick let rip stream after stream hitting Dave’s Hiviz and running down to his boots.

‘Don’t wipe that up mate I want you to take that back as a memory of today.’

‘Jesus’ the lorry man said  ‘What a fuck. There’s something about you fucking workies that make me so fucking horny. Never fails to give me the best. Me wife can forget any sex for the next few days as I’ll be too busy wanking thinking of the two of you. Well I’d better get on. Thanks for that mates.’

Each got into their own vehicle and the workie and truck driver drove off. Dave slumped back in his chair. That had been the best ever.

Dave eagerly awaited the next few days until he went back to the layby and dressed up in his workie gear to go for his meeting with the council worker. Sure enough the van was parked up and as Dave got out of the car he saw the workie get out of his. He had been waiting

‘I knew you’d be back. Lets get into the back of the van.’

They got in and the workie asked Dave if the clothing had been a success.

‘It’s been amazing like all my dreams come true. I went back in your gear and hooked up with a workie and a truck driver. Christ I’ve never had sex like it. In fact just talking about it is making he hard.’

‘Hearing you talk about it is giving me a boner mate’So you like the gear then. What about being a workie?’

‘I wish I was a workie. If this is what life is like then it’s what I want’.

‘Well we all wish for some thing and not all are possible but some are. Tell you what why not have a change of gear. As you can see I have plenty here from other geezers so let me pick out some more stuff for you to put on.’

‘Yeah I’d like that being in another’s used clothing.’

Dave eagerly stripped off showing off his erect cock. The guy gave it a quick pull.

‘You really love this don’t you.’

‘It’s the best. What I love.’

‘Ok here get this stuff on you.’

Dave pulled on a pair of even dirtier HiViz green trousers. They seemed a bit on the big side but he said nothing and with them being a bit looser his cock was even more tented. He then put on the T shirt which had no buttons so it was gaping down his chest. Again it seemed a bit big. Then the worn steel capped muddy boots and they definitely were too big. Finally the yellow Hiviz thick outdoor jacket.

‘Feels really great but the other stuff seemed more my size.’

‘Don’t worry about that. You said something when we met that you wish you were a workie. You mean that.’

‘In this stuff yes man.’

‘Tell you what mate before we get down to some business I have a little bottle here just like poppers. This will make you feel really great, like you’ve never felt before. Go on have a good sniff.’

Dave had used poppers before so pressing in one nostril he took a deep sniff and then the other. Immediately he felt a heat moving down his whole body. It was like a river a heat moving down his arms and legs even to the tip of his erect cock. He felt dizzy and for a moment thought he might pass out but the same heat was circulating around his head.

‘How do you feel mate?’ the guy asked

‘I feel as if something is happening to my body as if I’m growing and I can feel my skin almost bursting but the heat is amazing and it feels good.’

‘So are the clothes still feeling big?’

‘No oddly not’

‘Go on take another good sniff.’

‘Sure this is great’Dave breathed in as deep as he could.

The boots were definitely now the right size but his legs were wider and no longer baggy in the trousers. He was taller. His torso was bigger and his chest had expanded. His nipples standing proud in the T shirt and the gap in the T shirt showed a chest of thick black hair. He looked down at his hands and the backs of his hands were covered in black hair and his fingernails full of dirt. His hands seemed enormous. Something on his face felt itchy and as he put his hand to his chin he realised he had a full thick beard but his hair had gone and instead it was shiny and shaved.

‘One more sniff ‘the guy said

Dave did as he was told and then felt his head ready to burst. He gave his head a firm shake and suddenly for a moment there was darkness  and then it changed to light.

‘Wow mate that was fucking great that stuff.’ Dave’s voice had completely changed. He had  a strong accent and it was much deeper. ‘Tell you what mate this stuff makes me so fucking hard and that means one thing. My cock’s going to now give you such a rogering before the bwo of us get back to the depot.’

Dave undid his Hi Viz and pulled out a cock that was a good 9” really thick at the top where it left his thick curly black pubes and tapering to a nice round pink head

Christ that’s some cock I now have, a real cock for fucking workie blokes. I know you’ve a hole in the back of your Hi Viz.’

Dave grabbed hold of the guy, turned him round and shouted ‘Bend over I’m ready for you.’ As the guy bent over he said

‘Great being fucked by a workie especially a guy who’ hairy and thick.’ The workie shouted

‘Cut the crap man’ Dave said and he felt for the hole in the hiViz. Once he found the opening he let a good gob of spit onto his new cock and rubbed it in over his head.

‘Always best when us workies fuck in our gear.’

Dave put his thick set hairy hands on the guys hips and directed his cock through the small gap of the Hiviz feeling the nylon brushing against his shaft and into the tight hole which was waiting for a fuck.

‘Get ready to take my tool’  Dave said and  he started to push his dick all the way up. ‘You’ve had a few cocks up you in the past and you’ll be getting more of mine in future. Undo you zip and let me get my hands on that cock of yours. Nice one you’ve got there.’

As Dave started to push in a out at first nice and slow so he could feel the tight arse against his shaft he let his hand slowly up and down the workies shaft but the feeling inside as he reached the hilt was too much he wanted to ram home faster and faster and as he did so his hand wanked the workie more and more. He loved feeling the top of his cock against the Hi Viz nylon and then he could feel their trousers rubbing together

‘That’s it what a fucking great hole you’ve got. Shit man I’m almost ready to spill my load. It feels as if you are too.’

‘Too right mate.’

With one final push Dave let out his cum, gushing up inside the workies arse and the workie ejaculated all over the gear in the van. Both men shouting ‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’ as they came

When they had finished and stuffed their cocks back into their HI viz, the workie turned to Dave and said

‘So how do you like being a workie?’

‘Best fucking job in the world. Once a workie always a fucking workie. Thanks mate. Lets get down to the depot and I just hope the other guys are up for some action.’

‘Don’t worry mate when they see you they all will be dropping their Hiviz.

Dave had made his wish. No longer the little boy but now the hairy man.

Thanks mate you’re a real pal and tell you what I’ll be back at this layby regularly.’

‘Bet you will. Orgy times ahead’

[aclowntiny]

Hihi

I’ve been thinking of requesting something for a while and saw ur recent post which reminded me to. Congrats on 400! ☺️

I’d like to request a meeting pirate!Ateez reaction, or if you’re not vibing with that Ateez sharing clothes with their s/o (either s/o wearing their clothes or them wearing their s/o’s clothes, I think both are cute!)

Thanks so much for your work and no pressure at all! Your stuff always makes me happy when it comes up on my timeline 🫶🫶

Thank you so much sweetie! Yes, I’m so glad you requested ☺️ that makes me so happy to hear you don’t even know 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕 I love this idea so without further ado…

(I’m sorry for how delayed this was! The other one will just be on a separate imagine hehe 🏴‍☠️)

Ateez Sharing Clothes With Their S/O

Hongjoong

♡ Oh you know this man will lend you anything out of his closet you need to complete your look 👀 If you’re down for it, Hongjoong would enjoy being the one to dress you just to admire how amazing you look and hope you see it too! Every time he dresses you he tries to balance things he wants to see you in, your own style/tastes, and of course including at least one piece of his!

♡ Seeing you in his jacket? Heaven. You are not accepting any jackets from any other men, only his 😤 but don’t worry he’ll smile so big and give you heart eyes the whole time he drapes it over you, handing the other member’s jacket back.

♡ The more pieces he lends you, the more you appear outwardly his, and that makes his heart go crazy. He’ll get extra affectionate and protective, wrapping an arm around you and placing kisses on your cheek. “That looks better on you than on me,” he’ll tell you with a cheeky grin, sliding his arm around your waist.

♡ Slides a ring off his hand and onto yours 💗

♡ But also highkey if he likes a piece of your jewelry he may ask to borrow it!!! What, it would go perfectly with these shoes!

Seonghwa

♡ Some of Seonghwa’s clothes just become yours because he gives you his sweater when you’re cold and then lets you keep it 🥺

♡ Sweaters are his favorite because you look so cute and cozy in them! Especially if the sleeves are long on you and you do sweater paws, that’s just the cutest thing in the world to him! He’ll sometimes hold your hands through the sweater paws so you both get warm hands~

♡ Goofball steals a pair of your fuzzy socks one day because he likes them and you tease him that ew, don’t take those, now they’re ruined, but in reality the pattern just suits him more and he looks so cute in your fluffy little garments that you have to give him a kiss~

♡ You two basically trade pieces of jewelry, like he gets one of your favorite rings and you get one of his- it's yours and Seonghwa's version of swapping sim card trays!

♡ If you put on one of his shirts without him knowing, he'll come up behind you, arms snaking around you, and start teasing you. "Well, this is a nice shirt- where did you find this, hm?"

Yunho

♡ You didn’t know there was an upgrade to being given your boyfriend’s jacket but here we are: being given your boyfriend’s suit jacket.

♡ Yunho and you were attending a formal event and, well, he had a suit jacket and you didn’t, so when you got cold, he was draping you with designer formalwear of all things. You couldn’t help reaching up to feel the shoulders, smiling shyly. “You look great, maybe you should keep it.” Yunho winks, then laughs in spite of himself.

♡ You prefer his jackets, he prefers your scarves. What, they smell like you and are way softer than his big ol thick one?

♡ Sometimes you, instead of looking through a mess of clothing or just because you need a shirt, you grab one of Yunho’s button-ups and throw it on.

♡ Yunho.exe has stopped working. His hands will be on you faster than you can say Timbuktu 👀

Yeosang

♡ You got this huge fluffy wonderful robe drapey fleece cloud of a garment for bedtime when it was cold, and little did you know your boyfriend was going to fall in love with it.

♡ He asked to try it on, and the moment it covered him he pulled it tight, falling backwards onto the bed in bliss. Sure, you’d bought it for yourself, but Yeosang looked so cute, how could you say no?

♡ Compromise achieved: Yeosang wears the open-faced fleece wonder, you just lay on his chest and get wrapped up in it too 🩷

♡ You jokingly stole one of his sweaters as ‘revenge’, pulling it on to see how he reacted, if he fought you on it.

♡ Spoiler alert: he did not, only burst into a shy, loving smile and pull you into his side for a hug, telling you you’re so cute 🥺 you should’ve known with how much it takes to make him mad!

San

♡ Does that corny thing where he wraps both of you in one long scarf. You can hardly walk but it’s ok because San is so cute as he nuzzles into you from above the soft knit 💔

♡ You also wear his gloves a lot because you forget them so San throws an extra pair in his pockets just for you! His gloves are way softer than yours anyway.

♡ One day, you throw on one of his infamous muscle shirts and flex, both of you laughing but also…San’s lowkey blushing at the sight of you like that 🤭

♡ All of a sudden he’s stammering out ‘u-uh if you want that you can keep it. I mean it just looks really, really good and…’

♡ Since you liked his winter coat last season, he starts shopping for another in your favorite color and material so you can steal it. Smiles with such joy and pride as he drapes the garment over you, helping you into the sleeves, and you gush over how cozy it feels and how much you love it. Mission success.

Mingi

♡ You needed a shirt one day after swimming, so Mingi gave you an extra t-shirt. Joke was on him, though- you just wanted a Mingi shirt 😈

♡ The next time you guys hang out, you’re wearing it and his jaw drops at the way it fits your body, having not really seen it beneath the night sky and your towel the first time.

♡ Arms go right around your middle immediately, you are trapped in Mingi’s embrace don’t try to get out it’s impossible 😤 well ok it’s possible but then he’ll be sad 🥺

♡ Starts lifting it up slightly as if he thinks something different from usual is going to be under there lmao. Smiles so wide, loving, cheeky, and blissful all in one almost no matter how you react to that.

♡ You start surprising him by stealing his clothes and wearing them since you got such a good reaction the first time! Most of the time he just lets you keep them as long as he can get his hands on you~

Wooyoung

♡ Bro he steals your clothes

♡ Loves the way they smell! If you can’t see each other for any extended amount of time beyond, like, a few days or a week he wants something of yours to have with him because your scent helps him fall asleep. Also guilty of cuddling your clothes and pretending you’re there 😅

♡ He loves putting his clothes on you, especially tighter stuff from on-stage, and then telling you how hot you look in them! Buys you similar things to keep afterward even if you just wear them for him 👀

♡ Lives for corny couple outfits, so expect him to buy two of things so you can both wear it or give you something of his so that he can dress to complement! You'll probably have to stop him from straight-up just buying those corny shirts that say 'yours' and 'mine' or 'I'm his! I'm hers!' type of stuff because Wooyoung that's silly!!!

♡ You give him one of your favorite bracelets he's mentioned liking before to wear so he has a piece of you and Wooyoung just melts. Never takes that thing off unless he's showering or something. No other bracelets exist in Jung Wooyoung's eyes.

Jongho

♡ You guys are engaged in a jesting war over jacket custody

♡ He gave it to you one cold evening and you loved it so much, you joked about never wanting to give it back and he protested, laughing as you pouted, and you dug in your heels until you two were laughing like dorks over nothing. Now you two alternate wearing it a lot, but Jongho remains insistent that it’s his, you just take care of it.

♡ He steals and tries on a hat of yours one day, and as much as you laugh you think it suits him pretty well; suddenly the hat gets joint custody too.

♡ It may sound odd, but he gives you an old necklace of his he doesn't wear much anymore because he likes more traditional gifts like jewelry and then you'll have a memento of him! You're like sorry this is way less sentimental I got you a new watch lmao but don't worry, he needed one and he loves it 😊

♡ The one day you grab one of his shirts, though, something snaps in him and he can’t stop staring. You ask him what, starting to apologize for taking it, but he just shakes his head and holds up a halting hand. “No, don’t be sorry. I really like seeing you this way,” he says, eyes sweeping before meeting yours again.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 15.5 Special with Eri!Reader spending the day with Garp! (Luffy is in the back with dozens of lumps on his head for telling him ‘No’)

Garp is being scolded by his troops for trying to ditch his responsibilities (Which he throws a fit for, arguing he wants to spend time with his granddaughter!)

Garp wears a Hawaiian Shirt because he’s taking a ‘day off’, and buys Reader a cute little Sailor Dress, gushing over how adorable she looks (They spend the day going around the City/Town)

Reader is trying to stop Garp from buying her a lot of stuff (Clothes, Children’s Books, Toys, Games, Blankets, a King Sized Mattress, Cute Accessories, etc) and carrying all of it, making her worry over his health (Garp orders his men to carry all the stuff so she doesn’t have to worry about him *Right after he’s done bawling from how sweet Reader is worrying about his health, unlike his Grandsons* and proceeds to carry Reader in his arm, calling her a sweetheart)

She’s trying to stop Garp because she’s fine with what she has, but Garp wants to spoil her (As a grandpa, it’s his right and privilege to spoil his one and only granddaughter!)

Garp later buys Reader a big Ice Cream, which she shyly says she can’t eat all of it, and asks ‘Can I share with you, Grandpa Garp?’ (He gently sets her down and falls to his knees *Breaking the ground* and proceeds to bawl once again by how much of a sweetheart his granddaughter is, as his ingrate and very ‘uncute’ grandsons would NEVER share their food with him, and happy shares the Ice Cream, ignoring all the looks he’s getting)

At the end up the day he very reluctantly has Reader go back to Luffy and heads back to his ship

However, when he got there he and Coby have very dark and serious looks with Garp asking Coby if he’s ‘Got them’, which Coby grimly nods and reaches into his coat to take out a large and very thick yellow file, handing it to Garp, who opens it (To reveals Dozens upon Dozens of pictures of Garp and Reader spending time together)

Garp is excited because now he has perfect pictures for ‘Bragging Rights’ over having the ‘Cutest Granddaughter in the World’ (Garp gave Coby the ‘mission’ to take pictures so he can look back at spending time with his cute Granddaughter)

I love how overdramatic Garp can get (He’s just silly)

-It started with a call from Grandpa Garp, contacting Luffy telling him, “I want to spend time with my only little granddaughter!”

-Luffy said no but when Garp’s fist came through the Den-Den Mushi, something you were questioning how it worked, leaving several lumps on Luffy’s head, he agreed.

-The island was a beautiful port city, filled with lots of tourists and scenery, perfect for having a nice day out!

-Nami helped dress you in a blue and white sundress, it almost looked like a sailor’s outfit, paired with your hat after pulling your hair into a milkmaid braid with Robin’s help.

-Sanji, Robin, and Nami were the ones to pass you off to Garp, who had collapsed to his knees, seeing how cute you looked, with Nami giving him the rules, “No leaving the island, she needs to be back here by nightfall, and she needs to keep her hat on at all times.”

-Garp was going to question, before he remembered that everyone and their mother was looking for you, wanting the bounty and the glory that came with capturing you, but that wouldn’t happen while grandpa is around.

-Garp held you up in his arms, one of your little hands holding onto his brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, to balance yourself, as he beamed brightly down at you, “I’m so happy I get to spend some time with you Y/N~”

-You smiled up at him, feeling his elation, “I am too grandpa!” Garp froze in his tracks before setting you down, making you tilt your head in confusion before he collapsed to his knees then his hands, crying on how adorable you were!

-There were other marines around, luckily who didn’t recognize you as Devil Child Y/N, your new title, something you had enjoyed sharing with Robin, all they could see was Garp and his adorable little granddaughter.

-The day was spent with the two of you exploring, having fun, all while Garp was running from the marines, who were yelling at him to do his job, while he yelled, “No! I’m spending time with my granddaughter!”

-Once they gave up, letting him have his fun, but a few bold men still tried to approach to strong arm him back to perform his duties, Garp beamed at his victory.

-To celebrate he took you to a fancy restaurant, almost like the Bartie and the two of you shared a meal together.

-You were eating a fried potato, elation on your face as it was so tasty- not as tasty as Sanji’s but it was still tasty! Garp smiled down at you, having devoured his own meal so he could watch you eat- you were so cute!

-You noticed his stare and you smiled, holding up your fork with another fried potato, “Here grandpa!” it was like a light from heaven shown down upon him as he bawled into his elbow, “How is it I have such a sweet granddaughter?! None of my other grandkids were never as nice as you are!!”

-The other patrons couldn’t help but grin, seeing how whipped he was for you, but by the time he calmed down you had eaten the potato, not wanting it to get cold.

-As the day came to an end, after you had told him that you didn’t need all the toys in the toy shops around, or all of the fancy dresses, showing him that you didn’t need material items, as your smile was brightest when he was just spending time with you, like when the two of you danced in the square when a band came out.

-The final stop before he would take you back to Luffy was an ice cream parlor, something he wouldn’t take no for an answer for, getting you the biggest, fanciest, sundae they had.

-Seeing your sparkly eyes and bright smile when it was placed in front of you was his cherry on top, he could help but grin warmly.

-You fidgeted lightly in your chair, looking worried before you looked up, unknowingly giving him huge puppy eyes, “Grandpa- will you help me eat this? It’s too big.”

-Garp quickly was in tears away, praising you, “You’re such a good grandchild! What did I do to deserve an angel like you Y/N?!”

-You were passed out when Garp arrived back at the ship, Franky grinning as he took you from Garp, holding you close as he beamed brightly, “We had a fun day! We should do that again!”

-Luffy tried to tell him no and quickly wound up covered in lumps moments later as Garp was glaring, “Ungrateful grandson! Why can’t you be more like Y/N?!”

-Nami face palmed, shaking her head slightly lightly, exasperated by the antics of these two, but as she turned to you, seeing that smile on your face despite being asleep, she couldn’t help but smile, seeing you so happy.

-As Garp arrived back to his ship, he had a fierce glare on his face as Coby approached him, saluting, “I have what you asked me to gather, Sir.”

-Garp nodded, taking a folder as everyone around was staring, thinking that he was actually working while being out with his granddaughter.

-He opened the file and immediately he smiled, his intimidating aura fading as he gushed, as the folder was filled with thousands of photos of you, seeing you smiling and having fun as Garp gushed on how adorable you were.

-Everyone around him, except Coby, face palmed, seeing their totally whipped leader. Sengoku wasn’t going to be happy that Garp shirked his duties for the day.

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

It's Lights Out And Away We Go

Natasha isn't the only one obsessed with the motorcycle her wife got her. Turns out it's perfect for knocking Katya's ego down a notch as well.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost Series) - Wordcount: 1.4k - No warnings :) Masterlist

A/N: thank you @milfs69420 for the idea! Hope this is what you had in mind :)

Most men had a motorcycle to escape their wives, let's be honest. A reason to hide in the garage and go out for long drives. A hobby "for themselves" that their wives hated.

Natasha was the opposite. While she loved riding her bike instead of the car when the weather was nice, she didn't often go touring just for fun. Not alone, at least. After an hour, she was bored and missed her partner. 

But every now and then, it was a nice way to clear her head. The weather was beautiful today and Katya was at work, so she'd taken the opportunity to pull her shiny new motorcycle out of the garage, driving aimlessly until her fuel meter flickered red.

Pulling up at a gas station, Natasha turned her engine off and kicked out the stand. A group of bikers—black leather, long beards, broad-shouldered—watched her from a distance, half of them mounted on their bikes, half enjoying the shadows of the small gas station store. They were intimidating to most, the reputation of biker gangs not helping their image, but Natasha wasn't bothered, twisting the fuel tank cap by her seat off.

Her helmet gave her a sense of anonymity on the streets that she didn't often get to experience otherwise. While her long red braid peeked out from underneath, she wasn't immediately seen as Natasha the Avenger. Right now, she was just a woman, dressed in black, on a very, very nice motorcycle.

"Nice bike!"

She looked up from the fuel nozzle in her hand, her visor popped open just enough to see, but not enough to get recognized. One of the bikers had called out to her, an appreciative smile on his bearded face. It wasn't the first time people gave her bike hearteyes, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Thanks!"

As expected, he came over to her, leaving his helmet on his motorcycle. Men could never resist something pretty. "How fast does she go?" He asked. His plaid shirt was tight around his thick arms, his leather vest worn in as he held onto it. He looked nice enough.

"Do they ever go fast enough?" Natasha joked, hearing Katya's warning voice in her head that yes, the bike could definitely go too fast.

A deep laugh rumbled in his chest. "No, they don't." Now that he stood closer, he gave her bike another thorough once-over, nodding appreciatively. "You take good care of her, she's like new."

"She is still pretty new," Natasha answered. Talking to strangers wasn't usually her favorite, but he had genuine interest in something she was proud of and enthusiastic about, so she was happy to chat. "It was a gift." 

"A gift?" The man whistled through his teeth. "You must have done something right."

Natasha grinned. "You'll have to ask my wife." 

It's a good thing her mouth was covered by her helmet, because her smile showed exactly how she felt about that wife of hers. To be safe, she averted her shimmering eyes too, watching the numbers on the pump climb as the gas poured into her tank. 

"Your wife?" The man exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh, his beer belly shaking. Clearly he wasn't used to wives being supportive of this hobby. "You're a lucky woman. I wish my wife was into this." 

"She's not. Not really. But she knows that I am." Natasha pulled the fuel nozzle out of the tank, careful not to scratch the paint. He must be hearing the fondness in her voice as she spoke of Katya. "Cars are her thing."

"Then she did her research, because this is a beauty. Don't often see rare ones like these." Once more, his eyes glided over the bike, trying to take in every detail. 

"Yeah, sometimes in life you get lucky, I guess," Natasha joked.

"Some more than others." He laughed, offering her his gloved hand. "I'm Rufus by the way."

"Natasha." She smiled, firmly shaking his hand. It almost engulfed hers. This was such a normal, human interaction. A stranger who talked to her just because they both loved the same things. It was so refreshing and unusual.

"If you'd ever want to join us, it'd be great to have you. It's just us men today, but we have women riding with us too." Rufus followed her gaze to his buddies who were too busy joking with each other. "Promise they aren't half as bad as they look."

Natasha didn't expect to feel excited at his offer. This man had no clue who she was, but he hoped she'd stick around for her personality and shared interests alone. She couldn't wait to tell Katya this. "Thank you."

Rufus nodded once. "I'll let you get on your way." His heavy boots took a step back to make space when she kicked up the bike stand. "Thank you for blessing us with this today."

"You're welcome," Natasha mused proudly, turning the key over in the ignition. With a roar, the engine came to life, and she heard Rufus's delighted groan over the rumbling. For good measure, she revved the engine a few times, grinning widely as she shut her visor and shot away from the gas station.

As Natasha lazily weaved in and out of traffic, she couldn't stop smiling. Her interaction with Rufus was such a stupid thing to be excited about. Someone complimented her motorcycle, how exceptional! But it was way more than that. 

Rufus made her feel wanted and welcome. He invited her to join them. Someone wanted to be her friend for the simple fact that they had the same hobby, not because she was useful or famous. And she was as giddy about that as a kid getting an invite for a classmate's birthday party.

He'd also unintentionally reminded her of just how privileged she was. An expensive motorcycle between her thighs, the money she and Kat had to get themselves these nice things, but most of all a supportive wife who bought her the bike. It wasn't a given to have a partner like that. 

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered happily thinking about her happy, good little life.

Fifteen minutes from home, something colorful caught Natasha's eye in the distance. It was hard to tell because of the reflecting sunlight on all the car roofs, but as she came closer, she could start to make out the distinctive orange color between the rest of traffic.

Slowly, she came closer, squinting her eyes trying to make out the number plate, but it should have been pretty obvious that it was who she thought it was. Who in New York had the exact same car, in that color, and managed to drive it that shitty?

With a smirk, she sat up and called Katya, hearing the call connect through the earbuds in her ears.

"Hi! I'm almost home."

"I know." Natasha smirked, now only four cars behind.

There was a short pause as Katya processed that answer. "Are you stalking me?" She accused her with a chuckle. Right then, Natasha merged behind her car, weaving slowly to pull Katya's attention to her rearview mirror. She knew it worked when a gasp came through the phone. "Oh, hey!"

"Hello," Natasha mused, speeding up until she drove next to Katya's window, giving her a small wave. "Fancy seeing you here."

Katya stared at her for longer than was safe. "It has to be illegal for you to drive around on that thing. You're a distraction to all the other drivers."

"Is that why you drive like a drunk grandma?" Natasha saw her scowl through the window.

"Take that back."

Natasha's sly smile widened. "I'll take it back if you press your foot on the gas pedal."

"I can beat you home if I wanted to."

"Bet."

"Bet." Katya adjusted her seat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "We start at the next sign post."

Natasha pressed her chest closer to her motorcycle, wrapping her fingers securely around the handles. "Enjoy the view off my ass, because that's what you're going to be looking at the whole way home."

"Prepare to have it beaten."

It was a losing game for Katya. Natasha was the better driver and she had a more agile vehicle that crept into places the car couldn't. By the time she pulled up on the driveway at home, Natasha had already parked her bike inside and pretended to wait impatiently on the porch. 

Katya woke up the next day to find a sticker on her car. 

"Warning: Slow moving vehicle."

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

[resting in bed, kicking their feet and slaying the fluffy pink pajamas as well as bright fluffy pink socks —for real—] Teehee, I have a writing prompt for you!

Which kind of pajamas the mercs use? How do they sleep with them?

Take care! ^-^

What Kind Of Pajamas Do The TF2 Mercs Wear?

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Sometimes I forget people have nice pajamas, I wear a pair of thrifted men's pajama pants with holes and a hoodie 😭 (I love it dw)

Mutual appreciation comment time! Love seeing you pop up! I'm always like ❗️that's my mutual! They're so cool!!!

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Demo- This man wears wine mom pj's and I will die on this hill. He wears a shirt that says "wine o'clock!" And has pajama pants with little wine glasses and bottles on them. Has multiple other wine pun-themed pajama shirts, each time he wears one you can feel Scout physically cringe. He's just so silly like that. But I don't think he sleeps in the wine shirts, he just wears them when he has to put a shirt on after he's ready for bed. Also has wine socks, to match his whole outfit ofc.

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Engineer- Wears dad pajamas. I'm sorry. But like? He seems like the kind of guy to wear thick ass flannel pajama pants with an equally as thick matching button-up. He's got fuzzy slippers (also flannel). Wears socks with those silly dad socks. Wears the entire get up to bed every night. Such a silly goose!

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Heavy- Genuinely wears old man pajamas. Wears a plain T-shirt, some warm pajama pants, and a robe. Has bunny slippers, please let me give this man bunny slippers. I don't know guys, in my head, he's so cartoonish. Sleeps in a bed with a patterned comforter has his slippers on and likes handing out the blanket bc it's too small. Ough, silly guy.

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Medic- I'm frothing at the mouth. But I'm also torn. I want to say he dresses up in that goofy-looking "Christmas Carol" nightgown with a nightcap and everything but at the same time? I can imagine this man in either white, pink, or red, silk pajamas, you know the ones. In my mind, fits his whole teen girl vibe. This all implies he sleeps, which is a rarity, but when he does it is very glamorous.

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Scout- Minecraft pajamas. Kidding! Half kidding? I think he sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers instead of actual pajamas. Minecraft t-shirts and themed boxers? Yeah. Has some thick pairs of clothes for colder nights. Mainly just some nice pajamas pants and a thick hoodie.

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Sniper- No pajamas. Wears jeans and a tank top, and a T-shirt if it's chilly. I don't think this man has ever worn pajamas. But in fairness, I don't think he ever continuously falls asleep. Just works and works and ends up passing out in whatever he's wearing. If he ever does finally decide to actually get some rest he has been known to just sleep in boxers.

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Spy- Old Hollywood robe. All I need to say. Has an intense sleep routine, wears an eye mask, puffs up all his pillows, and flops onto his bed dramatically with a sigh after a long day. Dramatic bitch. (loving) Sleeps with a blanket pulled up to his chin, and has like eight fans going. Has to have specific conditions to sleep. Crazy man.

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Soldier- I can't tell if this man respects the flag code with every fiber of his being or if he'd wear an entire American flag-themed pajama set. I'll go with a mix of both. Wears sweatpants and one of those cliché 4th of July t-shirts that every beer drinking white dad wears. Or he doesn't wear anything, the TF2 fandom has seemed to deam this man someone who doesn't understand the importance of clothes.

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Pyro- Unicorn onesie! Or some other form of onesie. They aren't particular. They like comfortable clothes and bonus points if it's really cute too. Has a collection of them. One time Pyro saw Ppy wearing an eye mask and bought one to try. Looks very silly on top of their gas mask. Overall, all these guys are really silly.

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Used the word silly way to much. Probably used goofy too much too. I was in a mood you could say.

I hope you like this! This was a favorite to write:) Sorry it took so long, I got way too tired last night to finish this. Also, hope I answered the question right because I kept second-guessing myself halfway through each one 😭

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[joonlaksme]

October 17th

Park Jimin x Camboy

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 700+

Kinktober Masterlist

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“Today, I wanted to show you these…things I found.” Jimin starts buttoning down his shirt. “For some reason, you really wanted to see my chest so I worked really hard to make it look pretty for you.”

Covering his nipples are heart shaped pasties that are a nice shade of red. All over the rest of his chest and stomach is covered in red glitter. It’s a light bringer in person than on camera but his viewers are going crazy. Men, women, and everyone in between are in love with everything Jimin but this is the first time in his 2 year long camboy career that he’s shown his chest.

“What should we do today? Any suggestions?” He leans in closer to his monitor and reads the fast messages. “Take them off? I don’t think so. I’m a bit nervous about that.” Jimin is lying but he enjoys slowly revealing himself to his fans rather than just giving them what they want. It keeps them coming back for more, pointing out a new slither of skin when they see it.

Jimin wiggles down his shorts a bit along with his underwear, his cock hitting his glitter dusted stomach. “I’ve been actually hard for a bit. I had this really…interesting dream.”

And immediately his viewers ask what it was about.

Immediately his imagination flashes with thoughts about you. Guilty, he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it, lips subtly mouthing your name before he starts telling the details of his wet dream.

“They were wearing this…really eye catching black dress. A lot of it was blurry and we weren’t even in a fancy place or a club or anything like that. We were in my room. They were dressed for me, I think.” He huffs out. “They never said a thing the whole time. They just looked at me…like they were ready to devour me.”

Jimin sits back in his chair, closing his eyes to relive and soak in his memories. He could remember this particular dream feeling and looking more realistic than his typical nonsensical ones. Edges were blurry but you were there in complete detail. “I felt weighted, too. Like I had to get on my knees.”

He opens his eyes again, this time they’re glossy. He glances at this chat and chuckles. They’re begging for him to get to the best part already, anticipating this story and what exactly had Park Jimin hard all day.

“They never took off any of their clothes but they pushed me on my bed. I remember them…” and he exhales.

He’s already close at the thought of what you did next. You, his coworker at his boring office job. His job where no one knows his secret camboy side work. Why he’s able to afford all these name brands, and the apartment he lives in at his age.

No one knew expect for you. You never held this knowledge over his head but you did look at him in a different way. You flirted with him and bent over to pick up pens a little too often. You knew the way it affected him so you would smirk and blow a kiss his way. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you these past few days.

He hopes you’re watching right now.

Jimin cums in his hands before he can finish his story, quickly apologizing to his viewers. His cheeks are flamed pink with embarrassment. He could usually last long than that but today seems to be the exception. For the duration of the stream, after cleaning up, he spends the last five minutes conversing and making promises to edge in his next one.

He says bye with his lips pursed and then lays back on his chair with a sigh. What a mess, both literally and figuratively. Then he hears his phone go off in a call. It’s not often that people call him so it peaks his interest and he’s standing up and grabbing his phone from his carefully crafted, wooden bookshelf. You’re calling him.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer but maybe he should have. “He-“ His voice cracks and he clears his throat, “Hello?”

There’s silence at first. A thick silence. But then you’re telling him your address very slowly. You tell him to be there as fast as he can. You finish the call by saying that you’d like to hear him finish his story. Jimin lips part but then he’s rushing to shove his wallet, phone, and keys in his pockets.

He’s so glad you knew he was thinking about you.

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[jayzfort]

Remember that time? || Panville

A/N- this isn't my favorite work, nor have i proof-read this story, so if the plot divereges alot, I'm so sorry for that, but I did like writing this story, I hope you like it too :D

Remember when you hated my sweater?

The Longbottom household was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neville Longbottom was known for his niceness, but when he got mad, he didn't yell or argue. Instead, he resorted to a stony silence, ignoring the person he was angry with.

"You're making that face again," August chimed in, their thirteen-year-old son said to Neville, who had his eyes narrowed and fixed on the long, black-haired woman in their kitchen.

"What face?" Neville asked, his gaze—a glare, really—fixed on the woman.

"The face that says you desperately want to ask the person about their plans for the day, but you can't because you're mad at them, so you stare at them thinking you'll figure it out," his fifteen-year-old daughter, Francesca, added as she joined them on the patio.

"She's going out with her friends tonight," Francesca said. Neville raised an eyebrow at her. "You know, Daphne, Astoria, Bulstrode, and those people," she continued, which furrowed Neville's eyebrows even more as he continued to stare at the woman, who was now applying a very red lipstick.

"She's going out, wearing that?" Neville said, pointing his head in the woman's direction, which earned him a scoff from his eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice.

"Honestly, Dad, let her wear what she wants. What's gotten you so worked up?" Alice asked.

"That's her revenge dress. The whole thing—the red lipstick, those heels, and the fact that she's going out with those women," Neville said, burying his head in his palms.

Alice, Francesca, and August exchanged glances before Francesca spoke up. "So it's a whole routine?"

Neville sighed deeply, lifting his head to look at his children. "Yes, she'll walk up over here, and mock me, mostly my clothing, she'll probably say 'nice shirt' or 'nice sweater you've got there,' and walk off."

August laughed at his father's state. "Try to say something then."

As if on cue, Pansy Parkinson, now Pansy Longbottom, walked onto the patio, her heels clicking against the floor. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her red lipstick was striking against her pale skin. She looked stunning, and Neville couldn't deny it, even in his frustration.

Pansy looked at her husband, who looked, well, miserable. Which made her smirk a little. "Nice sweater, Longbottom. Couldn't have gotten a bigger size?" she said with a sarcastic voice.

Some whispers were exchanged between the kids. Neville had his favorite sweater on, a red one that was baggy and looked very comfortable. In fact, Pansy loved it, but today it seemed like she hated it.

"Going somewhere?" Neville asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Pansy stopped and turned to him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes, I'm going out with my friends. Do you have a problem with that?"

Neville took a deep breath.

"No, absolutely not," Neville said, shoving his hands into his pockets and heading inside the house.

"Did you really have to be that rude, Parks?" Francesca asked her mum.

"He's mad at you, and he's miserable. You're making him feel even worse," Alice said, shaking her head at her mother, who only grinned back.

"Would it kill either of you to take my side? Besides, he's adorable when he's ignoring me," Pansy said, winking at her daughters.

"Honestly, Mum, just apologize," August said as he got up and trailed after his dad.

"Longbottom men: always resort to ignoring when they're mad and then sulking," Pansy said with a dramatic sigh.

"You're being evil, but somehow I admire it," Francesca said, which earned her a playful hair ruffle from Pansy.

"Well, I'm off. Dinner's on the stove. Alice, do not touch my makeup. I'll know if you do," Pansy said, giving her daughter a knowing look.

"When will you be back? You will be back, right?" Francesca asked, her eyes wide with concern.

"Sweetheart, of course I'll be back. But don't wait up for me. I'll be late," Pansy said, kissing her cheek.

"Okay, Mum, have fun," Alice said, hugging Pansy. "Make sure Nev eats something, okay?" Pansy said softly, and then she Disapparated with a pop.

"I don't get it. Dad ignores Mum, Mum mocks Dad, and yet she tells us to make sure he eats," Francesca said, shaking her head.

"It's called being in love. They'll never hurt each other," Alice said, guiding her sister inside.

"So this whole 'revenge dress' thing isn't new?" August asked Neville as they snuggled up on the couch, with Alice and Francesca joining them.

"Oh no, she's done that countless times. Let me tell you about the first time Miss Parkinson pulled that stunt," Neville said, adjusting his glasses with a frown.

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It was late, even for a professor to be out on the grounds. The harsh Scottish winter bothered Pansy immensely, but she shrugged it off as she made her way down to the greenhouses.

She sighed with relief when she saw a light on in one of them. She opened the door, which creaked terribly. The only other occupant turned around, wand in hand.

When Neville saw it was Pansy, he went back to potting the plant, grabbing fistfuls of soil. Pansy grimaced at the amount of dirt getting under his nails.

She cleared her throat, but Neville ignored her. She called out his name, and he ignored that too.

"Professor Longbottom?" Pansy said in her most professional voice, which made Neville turn around, raising an eyebrow in silent inquiry.

"I need a Somniumfloris plant, hopefully in full bloom," she said.

"Why?" he asked simply, adjusting his glasses, smudging a bit of dirt on his nose. Pansy's fingers itched to brush it off.

"That's none of your business," she snapped, clicking her black heels as she walked closer to the Herbology professor.

"Then I'm sorry, Professor Parkinson, I'm afraid I can't help," he said, sighing as he returned to his plants.

"I need it to make the Somnium Potion for the seventh years to study," she said firmly.

"Ah, I see. It is quite a strong plant," Neville said, his eyes never leaving the clay pot he was tending to.

"Well? Do you have it?" Pansy asked, tapping her heels on the soot-covered cobalt floor.

"Does this look like a shop to you? Actually, don't answer that," Neville said, cringing after.

"I'm quite in need of it. I have the class tomorrow," Pansy said sternly.

"We don't have it," he said easily, as if he hadn't just wasted Pansy's time. Pansy was offended. "Why did you ask why I needed it, then?" she huffed, crossing her arms.

Neville just shrugged. "You could use it to drug someone into dreaming or believing their delusions."

"Are you accusing me of something like that?" she challenged. Neville looked back at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes and said, "Maybe. Who knows? After all, you are you."

"I know you do not respect me, Professor Longbottom, but I cannot and will not tolerate criticism based on my past entanglement with the Dark Lord," Pansy said angrily.

"Never mentioned Voldemort even once," he said, rolling his eyes at how easily the woman in front of him got worked up.

"Well then, what is this whole thing about?" Pansy asked, grabbing his arm and feeling his bicep flex under her touch.

"What thing?" Neville asked as he put on a coat, which Pansy eyed enviously.

"The whole ignoring scheme you've been putting up for the past week," Pansy muttered, debating whether to ask Neville for an extra jacket.

"Ah. Is it bothering you?" he asked, smirking down at her.

Pansy flipped her long hair back and huffed. "Yes, we're supposed to be colleagues, more or less friends," she said.

"We are not friends, and considering how you tell your dear Slytherin students how terrible Herbology is, I don't think we can ever be," Neville said.

"So that's what this is about. You seek validation from a bunch of teens dressed in green and silver robes," Pansy said, laughing egotistically at Neville.

"You're impossible, Parkinson," he said as he walked back to the castle.

"You're not even going to offer? Some knight in red and gold," Pansy yelled after him.

Up until the next Hogsmeade weekend, Pansy and Neville didn't speak, not even for work purposes. They either had their students communicate for them or simply didn't address tasks that required collaboration.

Neville was walking around Hogsmeade, feeling different as he strolled through the village as a professor. Now he didn't have to live under the constant fear of not being allowed to visit because he’d let a mass murderer in or simply lost the permission form.

He went inside The Three Broomsticks, drawn by the warmth and not by the lure of alcohol—he never touched the stuff.

"Hannah? What are you doing here?" Neville looked surprised as he saw his long-time friend and ex-girlfriend behind the counter.

"Madam Rosmerta retired. She called me up to ask whether I’d be open to a partnership. Besides, business is great here on weekends, and during the weekdays, I’m in London," Hannah explained as she poured butterbeer into another customer's mug.

"Wow, it's great to have a familiar face here. I guess I'll be making frequent visits," Neville said, winking at Hannah.

"If looks could kill, I'd be ashes right now, considering the glare Parkinson's throwing at me," Hannah whispered, leaning closer to Neville.

"She's here? Alone?" he asked. Hannah shook her head.

"With the rest of the snake princesses. I thought she'd ghosted all of them."

"Me too. Also, may I have a coffee?" he asked sheepishly. Hannah nodded, stealing glances at the table where Pansy was seated. "She's not wearing a coat. How is the woman not freezing?"

"Probably snake skin," Neville said, chuckling as he turned on his barstool to look at Pansy.

There she was, wearing a sleeveless black flare dress that stopped right above her knees. She'd ditched her regular bun and let her long black hair cascade down her back, the slight curls at the end looking nothing short of perfect. Her six-inch black heels matched her perfectly manicured black nails, and she'd completed the outfit with diamond stud earrings and a very, very red lipstick.

Neville's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Pansy Parkinson looked stunning, not that she didn't always, but this time she looked powerful.

She caught Neville's eye and suddenly got up, earning stares from the rest of the table. She muttered some apologies and came up to Hannah, politely smiled, and paid for her drinks.

She checked out Neville from head to toe, smirked a little, and said, "Nice jumper, Longbottom. Totally doesn't wash you out," and left.

"She is so into you," Hannah whisper-yelled, urging him to follow Pansy.

"I thought you ghosted them," Neville said simply as he walked beside Pansy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to inform you of the status of my friendships," Pansy said coldly.

"You look nice," Neville said, his face going red as he burrowed himself into the scarf he was wearing.

"I know. You and Abbott looked quite comfortable there. Do I hear wedding bells soon?" Pansy asked, without once looking at Neville.

"What? No, we're just friends. She's seeing Dean Thomas now," Neville explained.

"So you're willing to be friends with your ex-girlfriend, but not your colleague?" Pansy said coldly, as a carriage arrived. She entered without letting Neville in.

"You can take the next one. It'll only take ten minutes," Pansy said as she cast a warming charm on Neville.

Neville was confused. Wasn't he the one mad at, and ignoring, Pansy? How'd the tables turn? She had said he sought the validation of a bunch of senior Slytherins who made fun of him and claimed his subject was useless. If only they knew that more than half the ingredients used by their dear Potions professor came from his greenhouses.

Was she offended that he didn’t call her his friend?

"Pansy Parkinson wants to be my friend? That is something I didn’t see coming," Neville muttered to himself while grading a few essays.

Meanwhile, in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Pansy was grading potion assignments, her thoughts lingering on Neville. "Is he still really that daft? Even after killing Nagini and surviving the war?" She huffed as she got up.

She flooed herself to a very unexpected place: Ginny Weasley's office—now Ginny Potter. Ginny had her wand pointed at Pansy.

"Honestly, all you Gryffindors, thinking someone’s going to attack you. Where’s all your bravery gone?" she scoffed as Ginny lowered her wand.

"Well, if it’s you coming in here, one would have their wands ready. No offense, Parks," Ginny said, pointing to a seat for Pansy. "Also, you look hot—too hot for a Hogwarts professor," Ginny said, eyeing Pansy up and down.

"Actually, I’m here to ask you a favor," Pansy said as she adjusted her dress while sitting down.

"I thought I’d never live to see the day the Lady Pureblood would ask me for help," Ginny said dramatically.

"It’s about your best friend, Longbottom," Pansy said, emphasizing the last part.

"I think I’d know my best friend’s name. What about him? Haven’t spoken to him in ages," Ginny said as she sat on the table.

"You spoke to him last week when your not-so-little group gathered at The Three Broomsticks," Pansy said, slightly kicking Ginny’s shin.

"You sound like a stalker, living up to the Slytherin name, Princess," Ginny winked.

"Your best friend—Is he always like that?" Pansy asked, quirking her eyebrow at the redhead.

"Nerdy? Shy? Nice? Or what the Prophet has to say: confident, matured, and hot?" Ginny teased, making a face at the last part.

"More like rude, stubborn, sulky, and ignorant," Pansy retorted, earning a snort from Ginny.

"Parks, I think that’s not the Neville Longbottom we all know, unless you’ve managed to break him with all that," Ginny said, pointing to Pansy’s outfit.

"Actually, Weasley, I do not dress for the male gaze. I dress for myself," Pansy huffed. "Besides, what do I do to make a truce with Neville—or, well, to be somewhat friends?"

"Nothing. If he likes you, he likes you. But Parks, why do you want to be his friend so badly, considering you tormented him for seven years?" Ginny pondered. Pansy let out a heavy sigh.

"I do not see him as a friend. It would be nice to just be on good terms. Well, I don’t see that happening as he’s still hung up over the war."

"I think you’re the one hung up over the war. Besides, you mocked his subject in front of Slytherins. Any professor would take offense to that," Ginny said as she got off the table to pace around the room.

"And, I think you’re besotted with him," Ginny called out.

Pansy gasped in horror. "I am not! How could you possibly come to that conclusion?"

"I am leaving. You, Ginny Weasley, have been wrecked in the head," Pansy huffed as she got up to go back to her dungeons.

"Do not let whatever Weasley says get to your head," Pansy said as she stormed into Neville's office. He just looked up at her for a moment before going back to grading essays.

"You’ve got to be specific. There are quite a few Weasleys," Neville muttered.

"Ginny," Pansy said as she settled into the seat opposite Neville's.

"I do not want to be your friend," Pansy started.

"I figured," Neville said, looking at her.

"I want to be on good terms, as colleagues, and enough of this ignoring stuff," Pansy said.

"The whole 'ignoring thing' wouldn’t have started if you didn’t talk shit about Herbology to the judgy teens," Neville muttered.

Pansy sighed heavily. "Well, I apologize for that. It will never happen again, at least from my side."

"You apologized?" Neville said, looking dumbfounded. Pansy hesitantly nodded as she got up to leave. She turned and said, "I liked your jumper that day. It's a nice color."

That left Neville speechless for a few seconds. He got up and walked near the Potions professor. "Do you want it?"

Pansy paused, her breath catching as she looked into Neville's eyes. "I'll hold you to that offer," she whispered, stepping closer. Her lips brushed his cheek, leaving a faint red mark.

"You've got lipstick on your cheek," Pansy said, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to wipe it off.

Neville caught her hand, holding it gently. "No, leave it there, Professor Parkinson," he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers.

Pansy’s heart raced as she felt the warmth of his hand, the tension between them electric. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe we can start over, for the second time?"

Neville leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "I'd like that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know."

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The kids had gone to bed, and his daughters had made sure Neville ate—a little too much, in fact. He wouldn't be lying if he said he was worried that his wife wouldn't come home that night.

To take his mind off it, he started cleaning the whole house. Just as he completed arranging the books on the bookshelves, he heard the front door open. Pansy was home. He debated whether to go say something or remain where he was.

"I know you're arranging the bookshelf in the way that I do not like it," Pansy called out as she entered the study. She looked the same as when she left, just much more tired.

"You're not to wear heels into the study," Neville whispered as he watched her movements. She came to a halt in front of him.

"Helps me kiss you better, Longbottom," she said.

"Oh," he replied, blushing red.

Pansy stepped closer, her expression softening. "Baby, you don’t know how much it pains me that you always resort to ignoring me and not telling me things to my face."

"But that’s mean and not nice," Neville said.

"Well, sometimes everyone needs to hear the truth. That's how a relationship works," Pansy said.

"We haven’t been doing that, and our relationship’s been working fine for the past twenty years," Neville countered.

"Truly? But do you like all this?" She pointed to her getup, indicating the heels, the dress, the makeup.

Neville sighed. "Well, when it’s for me, yes. But not when you go out drinking with those women."

"Oh no, I went drinking with Ginny," she said.

"My best friend, Ginny?" he asked, surprised.

"She's not only your friend, you know that, right?" Pansy said, rolling her eyes.

Neville chuckled, and Pansy stepped closer, kissing him deeply. "Oh look, I've gotten lipstick all over you again," she murmured.

He smiled, touching his cheek where her lipstick had smudged. "Do you really hate my sweater?" he asked, looking down at it.

"Oh no, baby, I love it. I love it so much, in fact, that I want to get it off you," she said as she kissed him again, more passionately this time.

Neville’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Pansy pressed herself against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. She felt the heat of his body through his sweater, her heart racing.

He lifted her slightly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss growing more fervent. Neville walked them backwards until her back was against the bookshelf, his lips trailing down her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this," Neville whispered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged.

"Then don’t stop," Pansy replied, her voice breathless and needy.

Their lips met again in a heated, desperate kiss, hands exploring, bodies pressing closer. The world outside their little study ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the fire igniting between them.

Pansy pulled back for a moment, her eyes dark with desire. "Let’s take this upstairs," she suggested, her voice husky.

Neville nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Lead the way," he said, his voice thick with lust.

They made their way to the bedroom, where the night promised more heated kisses and whispered confessions.

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Be Mine - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: speed dating, strangers to lovers, heavy petty, valentines day special

word count: 5.6k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1424350312-be-mine-hazel

vibe: “Not enough to scare you I hope,” Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass.

“Quite the opposite,” he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa.

“Good, I think we’d balance each other out perfectly,” she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine.

Masterlist

“Bucky Barnes, man you’re lookin’ good,” Sam drawled, a sly smile creeping its way across his face.

“Shut up,” Bucky mumbled, nervously running his hand over the long scruff on his cheeks.

He hunched his shoulders and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, desperately trying to make his large frame look less intimidating. Dropping his head, he stared at the toe of his boot as he scuffed it along the wooden floor of his apartment.

“Don’t know why the hell I let you talk me into this,” he added, his brows drawing down into a petulant scowl.

“‘Cause I’m your friend and you love me,” Sam replied sweetly, throwing his arm around Bucky and drawing the reluctant super soldier tightly against him. “You gotta get back out there, charm those ladies like it’s 1942.”

“Friends don’t put each other into situations like this,” Bucky grumbled, his jaw clenching tightly as he glared at Sam out of the corner of his eye.

“Quit being a toddler. You’re acting like we’re gonna fight someone. It’s not Madripoor, or Seoul, or that time in Belize…”

“I’d rather be back in Belize.”

Sam threw his head back with a cackle and slapped his hand between Bucky’s shoulders. “Whatever, big guy, come on. We don’t wanna be late.”

Bucky spent the whole subway ride with a scowl etched onto his face, deepening every time he caught a glimpse of Sam’s grin in his peripherals. 

The annoying part of  this was, the longer he’d been friends with the guy, the more that grin wore him down. 

“Stop it.” 

“I ain’t doin’ anything, man. You stop it.” 

Sam’s toothy smile grew two times wider and he nudged Bucky’s shoulder as they shuffled off the train at Prince Street Station. 

“This thing would be in Soho,” Bucky muttered, following Sam out onto the sidewalk. 

“Hey! No more complaining. For all you know you might meet a nice girl or guy… or alien I guess, it is 2024, and then you’ll be thanking me.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, Sam. Sure, Sam. Just run my life for me, Sam.” 

“Someone’s gotta,” Sam replied just as they stopped outside a coffee shop. Bucky eyed the big A-frame sign advertising the Valentine’s speed dating event and sucked in a breath. 

Here goes nothing.

The sound in there alone was enough to have him turning tail but Sam caught his arm when he made an attempt and gave him a stern look that rang out loud and clear, stay put soldier, that's an order.

Bucky watched as a herd of women fixed their dresses and shirts, chatting politely with the people next to them and sipping on drinks as men lurked in corners, with wide eyes scanning the crowd as they downed beers in feeble attempts to find their courage. Bucky wanted to melt into the wall with them but Sam tugged him toward an empty high table and had the waitress grab them drinks before they even settled in. 

An eclectic looking woman in a bright green patterned dress and thick brimmed purple glasses stepped up on the tiny, open mic stage in the corner and tapped the mic loudly to get everyone's attention. The coffee shop dulled to a murmur as she started to explain how the speed dating would work.

Her nasal whine drilled into Bucky’s brain and he downed the remains of his beer, wishing for all the world that the burn of the alcohol would actually stick this time. He was struggling to form a coherent thought so he had no idea how he’d manage to hold a half-decent conversation. As if someone had heard his desperate pleas, Miss Green Dress came unknowingly to his rescue.

“We know it can be intimidating sometimes, to answer questions from strangers,” she droned, “so make sure you pick up one of our handy yes/no paddles before the first bell rings.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and he began to move towards the table that held the paddles but Sam’s hand on his elbow stopped him.

“Wait a second, tin man, there’s no way you’re getting out of communicating with real life people.”

"If the lady says to grab a paddle, I'm gonna grab a paddle," Bucky countered, crossing his arms over his chest and staring Sam down as if to say what are you gonna do about it?

"Just promise me you'll actually talk to these people, and I mean talk, Barnes. None of the weird little cyborg grunts I've learnt how to interpret." 

On instinct, Bucky flexed and curled the fingers of his left hand. The leather of his glove creaked quietly as it stretched and Bucky sighed. One glance of the Vibranium and his dates were bound to hop out of their seats like their asses were on fire. 

"If you don't want them to see, you don't have to show them," Sam said. He was speaking in his counselor voice and Bucky hated that Sam could read him like a book.

Bucky sighed softly as he looked around the room again. “They’ll either run or ask me a bunch of questions that I’ll never be able to answer.”

Sam smirked and gently nudged his friend. “You have a bit of a following, you know.”

Bucky only grumbled. “That’s what worries me.”

“I’ve seen some of those messages you get, man those people are crazy,” Sam continued, but his teasing was softened by the sympathetic look in his eyes. “Just…give it a shot and if you really need to get out of here we will, ok?”

Bucky let out a world-weary sigh. “OK.”

“Atta boy, come on, let’s go.” Sam handed him another beer and tilted his head towards the line of tables, where a plethora of women were starting to take their seats.

"Remember, if you are sitting facing the coffee bar, you'll be staying in your seats. If you're facing away, you'll be moving on the ring of the bell," the woman called out loudly, making Bucky wince as he found his seat; James Barnes printed on a little card already thanks to Sam signing them up a week earlier.

The tables were decorated for the event; pink checked table cloths and tiny pink paper hearts scattered across the top. Between him and his first partner, a petite brunette woman with thick bangs and a nose stud, sat a small vase with a single rose. Bucky eyed the tattoos peaking out from the woman's collar and sleeves and gulped, feeling way in over his head already.

"My names Cassie," she introduced herself with a sharp smile. 

"Bucky," he swallowed thickly and palmed his beer bottle. 

"So what are you into?" She jumped right into the questions and all Bucky could think about was the bell ringing, how soon would it happen? Could he ring it if he felt threatened? There was an astounding lack of rules happening, "Like in the bedroom?" 

And boundaries. 

"Uh," he looked around for Sam who was laughing with a pretty blonde girl across the room.

Bucky could feel sweat on the back of his neck as he messed with the label on his beer bottle. 

“You’re not a talker, are you?” Cassie grinned.

It was tensely quiet for a moment before Bucky lifted his paddle with the “no” facing towards his partner.

“Ah, I see. The strong silent type. My kinda guy,” she purred.

Bucky jumped a mile in the air and almost threw his beer across the room as her foot began to stroke its way up his shin. He’d never been more relieved to hear a bell in his life.

Cassie blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she moved onto the next table and Bucky shot daggers at Sam across the room, his nostrils flaring as his so called friend laughed and gestured for him to turn around. 

The next woman in front of him looked a little tamer, if he took her ridiculously low cut top out of the equation. His eyes dipped momentarily — he may have been an ex-assassin, but he was a hot-blooded man first — before he caught himself and met her eye with a tight-lipped smile. 

"So, how many kids do you wa—"

Bucky stared at her wide-eyed and took a long pull of his beer.

"Nope. Next!"

"You're Bucky Barnes," The red head sneered before she even sat down at the table. "That's incredible, show me it."

Bucky stared at her for a moment, her green eyes predatory as they roved over his arm and down to his hand. 

"Show you what?" His brows kissed in frustration. 

"The vibranium arm," she leaned over on the table. "There are bets that it's not real, that the government made it up as a fear tactic." She rambled and Bucky tensed, "I mean we all know you're some kind of science experiment," she continued. "Fear mongering doesn't work when you make the poster child for it with thick thighs," the girl looked under the table and winked at Bucky. 

"I..." he was uncomfortable but wasn't sure what to say to her. 

"Excuse me," a sweet voice floated over the table, "you're in my seat."

Red looked up and looked incredulously at the owner of the voice before turning back to Bucky.

"I said, you're in my seat," the voice repeated, the sweetness dropped a notch.

Bucky's attention was now on the curvaceous blonde who grasped the chair from under the red head and tipped her off. "I said this is my seat, now clear off."

The downed redhead crawled to the next chair, picked up her stuff and disappeared through the cafe.

"Hi Gorgeous, my name's Hazel, pleased to meet you."

Bucky felt himself relax for the first time since he'd taken his seat.

He gave the woman a small smile and nodded in thanks for getting rid of the other woman. “I’m Bucky,” he said quietly as he eyed the now torn off label of his beer.

Hazel smiled at him, her blonde hair bobbed just above her shoulders as she flattened down the skirt of her dress. A pink number with puffy sleeves and a full skirt. 

“How have your dates been so far?” Hazel asked. His eyes flicked down to the corner of her lips where they tugged upwards ever so slightly. Heat crawled up his neck as he took a pull from his beer. 

“Do people not know what boundaries are anymore?” He said after a moment. Hazel stared at him before bursting into a chuckle.

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head and making her blonde bob dance around her ears. “That guy in the blue turtleneck offered me $50 to go home with him.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna kick his ass,” Bucky muttered, semi-rising from his chair, only half joking.

A light touch on his left arm stopped him and the amused twinkle in Hazel’s eyes had him smiling back at her without even realising.

“I don’t need a champion, Bucky, but I appreciate the gesture,” Hazel said, holding out her bottle of beer to clink against his own.

“Ok,” Bucky shrugged as he chimed their bottles together before taking a swig. “Let’s get started then. You wanna go first?”

Hazel scrunched up her nose and tapped her finger against her pouted lips a couple of times. Her eyes lit up before turning a little devilish and Bucky found himself eager to hear what she’d thought of to ask him.

“You know, I could really use a recommendation and you’re just the guy to ask. So…what’s your favourite brand of metal polish?”

Bucky surprised himself with the laugh that escaped him and he didn't miss the proud little smile on Hazel's face, obviously pleased that her question tickled him. 

"Y'know, I'm not a fussy guy," he replied, "I'll take anythin' that'll make it shine." 

"The arm or your eyes?" 

"Hello, smooth talker," Bucky chuckled, "you been talkin' to all the guys like that?" 

Hazel shook her head, flashing him a beaming smile. A wisp of her blonde hair fell across her eyes with the movement and Bucky itched to reach out and tuck it behind her ear, only stopping himself when Hazel leant forward, chin resting in her hand. 

"Guess it's my turn again, huh?"

"What's your favorite drink?" Bucky asked her and felt himself leaning into her smile.

"Espresso Martini," she cooed. 

Bucky raised his hand in the air and a waitress scooted around a table where the dates were screaming at one another, "how can I help?" She asked. 

"Can you get my date an espresso martini please?" He asked and the waitress opened her mouth to explain that she may not be here by the time the drink was made. "She'll be here," Bucky nodded. 

The waitress shrugged and ducked back into the chaos around her. 

"Seems I've met my match," Hazel stared over at him.

Bucky smirked at her as the bell rang, holding her gaze. 

"Time to swap," the next dater spoke from behind Hazel.

"Not happening," Bucky replied, his eyes never leaving hers, as Hazel responded, "He's taken."

As the waitress placed the drink beside Hazel, she shrugged to the disgruntled dater and advised her to move past. "I've bigger fish to fry," she muttered, the couple who had screamed through their date were now heckling each other from several tables apart.

"So, where were we?" Hazel asked, raising her glass in toast to Bucky.

Bucky raised his bottle leaning the neck forward to softly clink her glass, taking a swig as he watched her pink-tinted plump lips part as she brought her glass up to her mouth. 

“I believe you have the floor now,” he smiled, watching her blue eyes sparkle under the soft yellow lighting. 

“Okay serious question now, promise” she winked, “how are you finding the modern world?”

Bucky let out a long breath and chuckled to himself. "It definitely ain't the 40's anymore darlin'." 

Blue eyes regarded him as she tilted her head to the side. "That daunting huh?" 

"And more." He said giving her a lopsided smile. "It's not just the technology that's changed, ya know? It's people too. The way people treat eachother. In some ways the world is a lot more accepting and in others..." His voice trailed off. 

"Like we're always fighting each other for someone else's agenda?" She finished for him.

“Exactly,” he agreed.

He leaned back in his seat and appraised her as he tilted back his bottle and swallowed a mouthful of beer. Hazel did the same, winking at him over the rim of her martini glass and he felt himself flush under her scrutiny. He liked it. 

“What made you come here tonight?” He asked.

“Nancy asked me to make up numbers,” she shrugged, nodding her head towards the organiser in the green dress. “She minded my baby for me last week so I owed her one.”

“Oh?” Bucky raised his eyebrow. “What’s your baby called?”

“Trevor. He’s a total asshole but I adore him,” Hazel gushed. “He’ll sulk for days if I leave him with anyone other than Nancy.”

“Yeah,” Bucky swallowed awkwardly. “I guess kids can be funny like that.”

“Kid?” Hazel threw her head back and cackled. “Trevor’s my cat!”

"Oh...OH!" Bucky chuckled, feeling a little bashful over the misunderstanding. But then with Hazel's laugh, Bucky couldn't help the way his own grew louder. 

Hazel's shoulders shook as she tapered off into a giggle and her eyes creased at the corners, lashes glistening with unshed tears. She was gorgeous, her whole personality infectious and Bucky was more than ready to throw caution to the wind, steal her away from this stupid event. 

"I, uh... I like cats..." Bucky said suddenly, voice going up like it was a question, and the laughter started all over again. He hadn't felt this loose, his heart this full of something that wasn't dread or fear, in years.

"You do?" Hazel perked up and her soft smile curled to the side. 

"I have one," Bucky nodded, "Alpine. Sweet little thing. Feisty too."

"Like father, like daughter, clearly." She teased, her finger rolling down the stem of her glass. "Can I meet her sometime?"

"I'd like that," Bucky smiled at her. "You look amazing in that dress by the way."

"What? This little ole thing?" she quoted. "It's fabulous dahling, I was always told 'go big or go home'. The best advice I've ever been given."

"Who told you that?" Bucky asked curiously.

"My Nan," Hazel smiled at the memory, pausing to take another sip from her glass.

“Must’ve been one wonderful woman as well,” he offered with a tender smile. 

“That she was. And, thank you.” Hazel smiled back, eyes glossy. 

“So Mr. Barnes, I think we’ve defeated speed-dating. Very succesfully, if I might add,” she winked at the soft laugh that slipped from Bucky’s lips. 

Hazel moved her hand and rested it softly atop his and he was absolutely certain from the little twitch upwards at the corner of her lips, that she could see the flush creeping up his neck and cheeks. 

“You think your partner back there would mind if we took our drinks somewhere else?”  she asked pointing Sam’s way with her plush lips.

"Wouldn't care if he did." Bucky grinned, taking another swig of his beer, "what about you? Do you think Nancy is gonna flip if you leave?" 

Hazel glanced over her shoulder at Nancy, too busy calming down a woman. "Nah, she's got her hands full." Those same blue eyes flickered back to him and his heart skipped a beat he was sure of it.

“Well then,” Bucky grinned, hopping up and sliding around the table to Hazel’s side because he was nothing if not a gentleman. He held out his warm hand out for her and something lit up inside him, a sparkling, soft glow in the darkness, as Hazel’s fingers curled around his. 

She giggled as she stood, straightening out the skirt of her dress with her free hand and Bucky took a moment to really take her in. 

“Why thank you, kind sir.” 

Bucky shrugged shyly, face warm as Hazel beamed up at him. If only he couldn’t see Sam giving him two goofy thumbs up over her head.

"Okay maybe walk a little faster though," Hazel giggled when Nancy gasped from the left of the room. 

The two of them made their way out onto the street in a bundle of laughs and quickened steps as Nancy yelled from the door of the shop. Hazel's cute pink dress was a mess in the wind from their scurried steps and Bucky couldn't help but laugh when he looked over at her to find her hair a mess around her beautiful face. 

"Here," he angled himself in front of her, blocking her from the breeze and used both hands to push the hair from her face. "Much better," he smiled, unaware or unbothered by the proximity of their lips as she stared up at him with light dancing across her blue eyes. 

"Thanks," she said, her cheeks turning red.

"Any time, beautiful" Bucky voiced as he stroked her flushed cheek tenderly with his gloved thumb.

"Now who's the smooth talker," Hazel laughed, so sweet and melodic Bucky hoped he could hear it everyday. 

"Still got something," he chuckled. "Where to next?" 

"Well, there's a small bar not far from here. Cozy booths we could sit side by side in... or across from each other you know, your choice." Her eyes shifted from his lips to his eyes and back, and it took every bit of willpower in him not to kiss her right there. 

"You really think I'm gonna wanna sit anywhere but right next to ya?" He said, moving his hands reluctantly from her face to offer his hand once more. "Lead the way darlin'."

Hazel grinned up at him. "Do you trust me?" 

He saw a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as he glanced down at her but something fluttered in his chest that made him feel like he could actually trust this woman. "and if I say yes?" 

She smirked and tugged on his hand, leading him further down the street. "Then you'd make my night." 

He couldn't help but laugh as they continued to walk in silence. One that didn't feel pressured or awkward. It was just the two of them enjoying each other's presence. Hazel stopped outside of a small brownstone and looked back at him. 

"This doesn't look like a bar, darlin'." He raised a brow. 

"That's because it's my apartment." Hazel bit her bottom lip softly as she looked up at him. "I figured if we wanted some place quiet that this might be the best spot and besides...I do need to feed Trevor."

Bucky didn't realise he could raise his eyebrow as high as he just did, blinking down at Hazel as his lips curved into a smirk. 

“You’re bold,” he murmured darkly, “I like it.” 

“My God, I thought you were about to run for the hills,” Hazel breathed, smacking him lightly on the arm — the left one. 

“Sweetheart, the day I run from a gorgeous woman like you will be the day I need my brain fixed… again.” 

Hazel’s cheeks turned a soft pink as she chuckled quietly and Bucky couldn’t help himself as his fingers found her jaw again,  the pad of his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. 

“Last chance to back out,” she offered but Bucky shook his head. 

“You promised a cat,” he grinned.

“That I did, soldier.” She unlocked the door and led him inside. Locking it behind them as she entered. 

The place was cute, decorated in more color than Bucky had ever seen in his entire life. Completely out of place, the most scraggly cat he had ever laid eyes on. Trevor looked like he had gone five rounds with a wood chipper. 

“He was an alley cat,” Hazel set her purse on the long teal hallway table between a hot pink vase full of fake flowers and a funky looking bowl for her keys. “Believe it or not, Trevor is in better shape than he’s ever been.” 

“I’m sensing a theme,” Bucky teased, squatting before the cat and offering his hand. 

“I promise I don’t make a habit of bringing home strays,” Hazel laughed and her fingers ran through Bucky’s hair as she passed. The sensation curled his toes and forced his eyes upward to where she was disappearing around the corner. Nothing but pink tulle and long gorgeous legs.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath and almost crawled after her until he managed to gather enough of his wits about himself to clamber to his feet.

He padded after her into a small kitchen, careful to keep his steps heavy so as not to startle her with his usual light-footed gait. The orange and hot pink accents in the room should have clashed but somehow they didn’t. They were perfectly Hazel. She turned to face him, a bottle of white wine in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, and a cheeky smile on her beautiful face.

Bucky nodded his head towards the whiskey and stepped further into the kitchen as she busied about, pouring them both a glass. Handing him a cut glass tumbler with a healthy measure of amber liquid inside, she raised her wine glass in a wordless toast before taking a sip. Bucky was mesmerised at the way her tongue darted out to capture the stray droplet of wine that lingered on her bottom lip.

Before he even took a sip of the whiskey warmth filled his chest. He hadn't expected to take away anything from the ridiculous spectacle that was speed dating but here he stood, bashful and anxious before a beautiful woman who was anything but those two things. 

She set her wine glass down and pulled out a tiny can that had Trevor sounding off like a fire alarm as she struggled to open it. Bucky moved forward in an offer to help but her blue eyes flickered up to him in warning. Eventually she got the lid popped and fed Trevor as Bucky stood and watched her care for the mangled, scruffy looking alley cat. 

"You stand out like a sore thumb in here," she teased, looking up at him again before moving around the counter and ushering him through the house. 

"I'll confess I feel like one," he said as she sat across from him with her legs tucked under her. 

His tongue darted out over his bottom lip, saddened that she had curled away from him. Desperate to touch all of sudden. Like a love sick puppy, touch starved and wanting.

“Not enough to scare you I hope,” Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass. 

“Quite the opposite,” he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa. 

“Good, I think we’d balance each other out perfectly,” she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine. 

Her delicate fingers traced along the leather of his gloves and her eyes followed like she was lost in thought before she spoke again. 

“You know, you don’t have to hide with me.” Her blue eyes found his once more as her fingers curled into his. “I’m not saying you *have* to take them off if you don’t want to, just wanted you to know you were, safe." She finished with a smile so tender and genuine that he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest.

Bucky smiled and looked down at his hands. He always kept his gloves on unless he was in his apartment or on a mission if he needed to use the arm for strength. Licking his lips, he flexed one hand. "Thank you..." he told her. It was tempting to show her, to relax the worry in his mind. But he didn't want to frighten her either.

She continued to talk, her voice soft and lilting, and Bucky found himself mesmerised by her animated features and expressive hands. A rogue strand of hair was the only thing that interrupted her monologue as it flopped insistently over her forehead. Hazel crossed her eyes endearingly and pursed her lips to blow it out of the way with a chuckle of laughter that turned into a huff as it immediately returned.

Without a second thought Bucky reached forwards and stroked it gently out of her way, tucking the blonde strand behind her ear. The feel of her warm skin against his fingertips was heavenly and then he stilled with the realisation that he’d taken off his gloves. 

“There you are,” Hazel murmured, a smile of pure delight on her face as she leaned into the touch of his hand.

He can’t remember the last time he’d used his hands for such a soft gesture, for someone to see him so metaphorically naked and not be fazed in the slightest. 

“Hi,” he breathed, fingers still lingering on her cheek. 

“Hi, handsome,” Hazel whispered and then, “can I?” 

She gestured for his other hand and Bucky nodded, letting Hazel lead as she slid her palm along the vibranuim plates of his, her thumb stroking his wrist as if she’d feel a pulse there. And then he was cupping her cheeks, metal and flesh framing her perfect face.

"Do you feel anything?" She asks him and oddly enough he had never been posed with such a question. He had to think about it. 

Could he feel the softness of her skin, the warmth, the realness... or was it just his mind playing tricks on him. 

"It's not a trick question?" Hazel whispered, her eyes flickering back and forth over his expression. 

"I'm sort of sick of those," he leaned forward, their lips ghosting and breath tangling as he worked up the nerve to kiss her. "Questions are messy," he said. 

"You know what's not?" Hazel smiled and it made all the lines around her face crinkle, "kissing."

"I feel like-" Bucky started to say that it was messy, in fact kissing was the epitome of messy but Hazel was done conversation and her lips where colliding with his before he could protest further. They were delicate as she leaned into his touch and dragged her teeth over his bottom lip sending a thousand tiny shivers rolling through him like a wave. It had been a long time since he had been kissed, and even longer since anyone had turned him into knots the way Hazel was.

Bucky sighed softly as his eyes closed. He focused on the softness of her lips, the taste of her cherry chapstick. It wasn’t long before one hand moved to rest on the side of her neck, caressing her smooth skin with his thumb.

Hazel’s lips parted in a soft gasp as Bucky let himself get lost in the kiss. He licked into her mouth, deliberate and tentative all at once. He didn’t want to get this wrong, didn’t want to fuck up the first piece of human interaction to coax out the butterflies that had been hidden, scared away and buried away for the last 80 years. 

Hazel’s fingers skimmed along his jaw, scratching over the scruff of his stubble before they tangled into the fluff of hair behind his ears. 

Bucky’s breath hitched and someone made a keening little sound, muffled by lips and soft breaths. It wasn’t until Hazel moved in a little closer, kissed him a little softer, that he realised it was him.

His entire body was vibrating and he never wanted to let go of this feeling, to let go of her. He wanted to be here for as long as she would let him. 

His flesh hand found purchase in her hair, caressing her blond strands as their tongues danced together while he let his vibranium one travel down her neck. His metal fingers danced along her collarbone and arm as the sweet sounds of her muffled moans took over all of his senses. His hand stopped at her waist, grasping softly as he spoke into their kiss. 

“Need you closer, please.” He whined.

Hazel pulled away just enough to where she could speak. “Closer how, handsome?”

He couldn’t put his feelings into words; he was so intoxicated by her, as if the whiskey had actually overpowered the serum that ran through his veins. Sliding his hands lower he cupped her ass over the yards of silky chiffon and pulled her gently towards him.

Hazel laughed, a joyful, tinkling sound, as she let him guide her into straddling his thick thighs.

“Better?” She murmured, running her nose along the length of his jaw before ghosting her lips lightly over his.

“Much,” Bucky hummed as his palms dipped under the hem of Hazel’s dress, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. “Now, sweetheart… you and your gorgeous legs just sit pretty and let me love on you.” 

“Well, I know I can do that,” Hazel replied and Bucky could feel her smile, hear the quickening thud of her heart as he kissed her pillow-soft, dewy lips. 

There was nothing tentative about the kiss this time, he was determined to make Hazel feel good, to draw out every breath and gasp and moan like it was the only thing that mattered.

"I like you Hazel," Bucky huffed against her lips, needy for more but wanting to play every move carefully. "You surprised me."

"Is that a good," she tensed as his fingers tickled her thigh, "thing? You sound unsure."

"Oh darlin', it's a damn good thing I'm sure."

Hazel giggled softly as she ran one hand slowly through his hair, watching as the man beneath her practically melted. “You’re a little bit like a cat, yourself, you know that?” She smiled. “You practically vibrate when I touch you.”

“How can I not when you feel so good?” He rumbled, adding an extra purr to his words just to hear that laugh of hers again.

It worked. The peal of laughter she let out had his chest blooming with a warmth he’d not felt in years. His hands left her thighs, sliding up and around her back so that he could draw her close.

Hazel fit against his chest as if she’d been made for him, humming contentedly when he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you, Bucky,” Hazel murmured softly, tilting up to press a series of sweet kisses along his jaw. Bucky sighed, warmth flooding his belly. 

“What for, pretty girl?” 

“I know you didn’t want to be at that event but you took a chance, you let me see you.” 

“Couldn’t really say no, Hazel. You had me from the moment you kicked that girl out of her seat.” Bucky chuckled, kissing her again. He couldn’t stop, didn’t *want* to stop. 

“You mean *my* seat,” Hazel replied, flashing him that cheeky grin.

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2024.

Day 17 - Not that noble.

Erwin Smith x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is an edited report of a one-shot from my old account.

Summary: you meet Erwin when your both still cadets and over the years you both become good friends, however your feeling for him run deeper then just friendship and in an attempt to get away from your feeling your move to a Scout regiment base as far away from he as possible.

Word count: 3.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, hurt Comfort, p*rn with plot, Erwin and Nile being assholes, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, pinning, bruises, marking, and implied oral.

You and Erwin have know each since your time in the cadet corps, and had developed a very special friendship in that time, a friendship you both try to uphold even now, however that’s not to say that you don’t have your ups and downs.

When you and Erwin first met, it was after the first night of training, you were lying on the grass looking up at the sky, panting after you had just finish running, due to a punishment the instructor set for you, because you laughed in his face and call him a raisin. “Hey, that was pretty stupid calling him a raisin, even if his said you’d be a light snack for the Titans” said a guy with black hair, you looked between him and his friend with blonde hair and thick eyebrows, “stupid, probably, but incredibly satisfying” you huffed and the blonde guy huffed out a laugh, “mind if we sit with you” he asked and you nodded, the two guys sit down on each side of you before lying back, “so you wanna be a scout as well, fighting for humanity” the blonde smiled and you laughed out, “nah I’m not that noble… I just wanna see outside the walls” you sat up and looked at the two men, “I’m y/n l/n, and you?” You asked with a smile and the men sat up. “Nile Dok” the black haired man said and took your hand before shaking, “and I’m Erwin Smith, it’s nice to meet you” the blonde took your hand after Nile and shook it, this small encounter is what cemented your friendship with the two man.

Fast track two years later, was the year your friendship had to endure it’s biggest test and fight your little trio had ever faced. One night you had the idea to sneak out and get into some mischief, Erwin and Nile were surprisingly on board and thus the plan to sneak out and go pub crawling was born. For the plan to work the three of you ditched your cadet uniforms and dresses casually, Erwin and Nile wore plain tan coloured pants and dark coloured shirts, you wore a cream coloured dress and a black corset with matching black boots, you also softly smudged red lipstick over your lips, you’d manage to borrow some from one of the other girls in your bunker. “Hey ready to go?” You whispered as you walked up behind them, “we’ve been ready, what took you so lo-“ Nile spoke as he spun around only to cut his off, “yeah yeah, I know… it’s just this corset was a nightmare to do up, it’s been too long since I last wore one” you huffed and began walking, “well you look lovely” you heard Erwin speak and you blushed slightly, “thank you” you hummed and continued walking. You, Erwin and Nile were now onto the third tavern, the first two taverns was filled with sleazy old man that kept trying to lift your dress, though on the bright side you hadn’t payed for a single drink thus far. The three of you entered the third tavern of the night and it was vastly different, it was quieter and filled with a lot of middle aged soldiers, you all took your seats at a table and watched as a young woman this brown curly hair and big green eyes approached the table, “what can I get for you three?” She asked with a smile, “I’ll have a glass of wine, thanks” you smiled, “and I’ll have a pint of beer, thanks, ms…?” Erwin hummed with a flirtatious smile and the woman giggled, you felt a ping of annoyance sit in your chest watching the small exchange. “Just call me Marie” the woman tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I’ll have the same, thanks” Nile huffed and you felt a sense of relief that’s Nile also felt that same annoyance as you… or so you thought, however as Marie walked off both Nile and Erwin turned their heads to watch her leave. When Marie brought your drinks over she stayed to talk, she was actually really funny and great at holding a conversation, under any other circumstance you’d want to be her friend, however right now all you could do was silently judge and pick her apart. As time went on it seemed that Nile and Erwin where getting drunker and drunker and you were only getting more sober, “So your father is a solider? You know we’re actually from the cadet corps, and we’re about to graduate” Erwin bragged and you glared at him, “you weren’t supposed to say anything, shithead” you growled and Erwin chuckled, “it’s fine y/n” Nile laughed as he poked your cheek, “that’s easier for you to say Mr. Perfect and for Mr. Fantastic, because unlike me, you guys aren’t on the instructors shit lists” you grumble and Nile laughed more, “you’re a cadet as well?” Marie asked in shock “yeah, what are you so surprised about?” You raised a brow, “oh you just don’t look like a solider, you’re far to pretty” she smiled and you thanked her, “that and you look like a little girl” Erwin chuckled as he squashed your face between his thumb and index finger, while Nile laughed and slurred a mostly inaudible sentence about small boobs and having no hips, you watched as Erwin laughed in agreement. You felt your heart ache and pulled away for Erwin and downed the last of your drink before standing, “I’m not wasting my time or looks on the likes of you two” you walked over to anything table where a young scout regiment soldier sat nursing a large pint of beer. You told the soldier you were looking for some fun and asked if he could help you, the young man nodded and stood before linking an arm with you and began to leave, as you left with the soldier you looked back and flipped Erwin and Nile off.

The next day the three of you were called into the instructor’s office where he rip all of you to shreds, especially you. “Who blabbed?” You growled and you swept the stable floors, “because I know I didn’t and I was back on time” you looked over at them and they both held guilty expressions, “look to be fair you both left me…” Nile trailed off and you frowned, before looking over at Erwin, “you left him! God no wonder we got caught… did you guys even get back on time?” You hissed and Erwin scoffed, “you left us first… or did you forget that” he growled, before walking over to you and Nile got in between the both of you, “oh right and do you even remember why I left” you scoffed, “listen we shouldn’t have said what we said, and you shouldn’t be blamed for leave… so please let’s just drop it” Nile looked between the two of you, and Erwin glared at the black haired male, “why are you excusing her, she left us to whore around” he shout and you felt your heart break in half. Did Erwin really think you’re a whore, your bottom lip quivers slightly however it seems only Nile noticed the hurt behind your eyes, “Erwin do you even hear yourself?! You’re drowning in hypocrisy, you left to spend the night with Marie!” Nile shouted and Erwin scoffed, “oh please you’re only defending y/n, because Marie chose me” he chuckled, at this point you had enough and you slapped both the man across the face. “Let get something clear, I didn’t whore myself out last night, unlike you…” you poke Erwin’s chest, “me and James sat on top of the wall and watched the stars before he walked me back here…” you turned and walked over to the wheelbarrow, “secondly, I wasn’t going to sit there and watched my two ‘friends’ push me aside just to drool over a pair of breasts…” you put quotation marks when you spoke the word ‘friends’ “…and finally” you snapped your head back around to look at both of them, “if either of you criticise my body or compare it to another’s again, I’ll kill you both before any Titan can!” You shouted with tears in your eyes before you tipped the wheelbarrow over and left them to clean the mess.

Erwin felt his throat dry up and his chest squeeze at the tears brimming in your eyes and the hurt in your voice, Erwin was too busy focusing on the fact you left them to even remember the way he and Nile had comment so disgustingly on your body and then he compared you to a lowly whore, when he himself went home with a woman he’d only just met, the same woman his friend was also interested in.

…The next couple of weeks filled with you giving the guys the silent treatment and their constant apologies, eventually you came around and the group was almost instantly back to normal, the only difference being any mention of Marie and the group would probably fall apart, which was hard for Erwin because they’d become lovers and he wanted nothing more then to talk about her…

Graduation was right around the corner and you could sense there was something up with both the guys, you and Nile sat on Erwin’s bed, as you all ate the bread, cheese and meat you had stolen for the instructor’s office, “you know I’m still going to be a scout, even if you both wimp out and change your minds” you leaned back against the headboard and they looked at you with shock, “I’m still going to be a scout” Erwin said and Nile hummed, before looking down at his hands. “You know we could die out there?” Nile sighed as he ran his hands though his hair, “yeah we know” you hummed and Erwin nodded with serious expression, “and leave the ones we care about behind” Nile looked at his shaking hands, “look if you can’t do it, that’s fine… it’s your life” you placed a hand on his and smiled, Nile looked back up at you and hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t think I can” Nile huffed as you hugged him back and ran you fingers through his hair, you looked up at Erwin and gestured for him to move in and hug the both of you, Erwin gave a sad smile and wrapped his arms around both of you.

—many years later—

“Hello Section Commander L/n” you turned the see a black haired MP soldier saluting you with a large grin on his face, “Commander Dok” you saluted with as you chuckled, before running up to the man and hugging him, “long time no see, I heard you got married, congratulations” you smiled and Nile laughed, “thank you, and I hear your still as single as ever… though there is talk going around that you and Lieutenant Hudson have lunch every Sunday” he hummed with a cheeky smile and shake your head “it’s nothing like that, we’re both very good friends… besides the man is married” you sigh and Nile laughed as you both begin to walk into the courtroom, “let’s have some drinks later” Nile opened the door for you and you laughed, “I don’t know, are you still a lightweight” you chuckled and he fake gasped “I was never a lightweight” he turned his nose up and you nodded slowly “I’ll see you on the flip side, y/n” Nile smiled before walking over to his side of the courtroom, and you walked over to your side of the courtroom. The reason you’d been called in for court was because a teenage boy from the cadet corps turned into a Titan and now they wanted to decide his fate, the court trial was tiresome and dragged on, not only that but if the scout regiment was to take custody of Eren Yeager, your team would have to be merged with Lieutenant Ackerman’s squad and you’d have to become Erwin Smith’s second in command to keep a close eye on him.

It had been a week seen the trial and you had finally moved into the room they had set up for you in the main scout regiment compound, as you sat at the small table by the window there was a knock at your door, “enter” you called and the door opened slowly to reveal a tall blonde with bold eyebrows, you smiled and gestured for him to sit at the seat across from you. Erwin closer the door behind him and walked over to the table before sitting down, “it’s been quiet some time, you look so different I almost didn’t recognise you” Erwin smiled and you hummed, “it has been quite some time, but seeing you the other day made it feel like we’d only just graduated” you shifted your eyes to look out the window before looking back at Erwin, you were struggling to find the right things to say. “Yeah, you still act as free spirited and hot tempered as the day we all parted ways” Erwin leaned in and reached a hand out to pull some fluff out of your hair, you unconscious leaned into your touch and closed your eyes as you felt Erwin run his thumb over your cheek, “you know, Nile told me everything after you left to join the scouts regiment’s eastern branch…” he hummed and you stiffened and pulled away from his touch, “although me and Nile don’t get along as well anymore, he said I deserved to know… why didn’t you tell me yourself? Why push me away?” Erwin made the hurt in his voice very known. You let out a sigh and stared out the window, “I just couldn’t… I was so scared of what you’d think and then there was that whole thing with Marie… and I figured if you couldn’t choose her over the Titans, then why would you choose me.” You took a shaky breath, “I mean, I wasn’t even on your radar… you saw me as some child… some annoying little sister, I really didn’t stand a chance” you felt your throat close up as you continued to look out the window, “I just thought maybe if I got away from you, I’d move on… but I never did and I’m scared I never will…” tears begin to spill over and Erwin grabbed your hand, “you probably don’t know this but you mean more to me then some ‘annoying little sister’, you’re the most special person to me, and I’d give up everything for you…” he wiped away some of your falling tears, before continuing on “I may not love you the same way you love me, but know that it hurt me deeply when you left, more then anything ever has…” he took a deep breath and cupped your face forcing you to look him in the eyes “I’d give up the entire world to see you smile, I wanna see you have your dream of freedom, I wanna see you living happily outside those wretched walls… I want…” he stood to his feet and walked around to you and knelt down in front of you, before holding your hands in his larger ones. You sniffed as you continued to let tears run down your cheeks. “I want you to live the life you desire, to have a home outside the walls, to have dog or cat, to have a husband and children… I want you to have it all, and I’ll do everything I can you give that to you… but you can’t keep shutting me out, I need you in my life” Erwin kissed your knuckles before standing and cupping your face again, he then leant in so your noses were touching “promise me you’ll never leave my side” he whispered and kissed you, “I promise, please don’t ever let me go” you whimper as you wrapped your arms around his neck, before kissing him again, “I promise, my darling y/n” Erwin hummed as he looked you dead in the eye.

You laid sprawled out on your bed as the soft candle light flickered across yours and Erwin’s naked bodies, Erwin groaned into your mouth as his hips thrust in and out of your slowly. Your nails dug into the backs of Erwin’s hands as he held your hands in place, he removed his mouth from yours and you both gasped for air, “you’re gorgeous, my love” Erwin panted as he kissed your neck, before biting and sucking on the your soft skin. You moaned loudly as you felt yourself begin to reach your climax, “Erwin I can see the gates of heaven” you gasped as your inner walls squeezed around the blonde’s hefty length, “my dear, I’m close as well may I keep it in?” Erwin groaned as his grip on your on your hands tightened, you moaned out a ‘yes’ as your body stiffen and shook slightly, he grunted as he throw his head back and pushed as deep as he possibly could into you, releasing his hot load deep in you.

Erwin sat on the floor next to the bed with a towel wrapped around him as you sat on the bed rubbed his shoulders, “I don’t think it’d be wise to tell anyone about us” you blushed as you kissed the back of his neck before giving it a bite, “that doesn’t mean I can’t leave marks behind to show everyone your taken” you giggled and Erwin huffed out a laugh, “how juvenile” he jokingly said and you scoffed, “if the one bite mark I left on you is juvenile, then what is all these marks you left on me” you held your hands in front of his face and showed him the bruises on your arms and wrists, “this isn’t even all of it mister” you poked his cheek and smile. Erwin turned slightly and pulled you into his lap, before he kissed you deeply, “it’s… pay back for all that time you left me” he gave a single nodded and chuckled as you puffed up your cheeks. “That’s cute… but you shouldn’t act so cute, you’ll excite me and I’m afraid we’ll be late to breakfast” Erwin hummed as his hand squeeze your plush inner thigh and you moaned “I wouldn’t mind you for breakfast, Mr. Smith” you teased as you grabbed Erwin’s wrist and lead his hand up your leg to you sensitive opening. “I don’t typically eat sweets for breakfast, but I can make an exception for you darling.” Erwin whispered in your ear, as he pulled you to lay down.

Simptember Masterlist

Day 16 - Hatori Sohma: Lost in memories

Day 18 - Kento Nanami: Studious girl

[billthedrake]

(This is a story I started a while ago but put to the back burner before getting very far. We'll see if I pick it up again.)

FIFTY SHADES OF DADBOD

PART ONE: THE PROTOTYPE

Sexual attraction's a mystery. At least it is to me. I just know what turns me on and it's deep seated. Yeah, my tastes are particular, weird even. It took me years to own up to them completely.

I don't know if Mr. Carson was responsible for my love of dad bods. Maybe he tapped into something already there, deeper in me. But I had an important milestone watching him mow the lawn, shirtless in the summer heat. Puberty had hit me like a hormonal train and I was spending the summer days with a boner, rubbing it, enjoying the new sensations. I was doing it a lot, too, particularly since I had the free time of my summer days. I don't even think I fully registered that I was attracted to men and men only.

But that day I realized. I looked out my window and watched my neighbor. I got excited and had the naughty urge to rub myself to the vision of the guy, so I unzipped and pulled out my boner.

Jeff Carson was about as typical, even stereotypical a suburban man you could picture. Early 30s, married with a kid, had a corporate job similar to my dad's. Handsome looks, receding blond hair, masculine in that laid-back ex-frat way. Had about 5, maybe 10 extra pounds clinging to his mid section.

I watched that fateful day as the sweat trickled down his back and into the waistband of his beat-up Nantucket red chino shorts. Then as he turned the mower and walked toward my house, that beautiful torso came into view. Strong but not huge pecs, a dusting of golden hair, then just a hint of a gut.

I felt an unfamiliar sensation. Pleasure, but mostly sensations that surprised me. Like I was going to piss. I was having my first orgasm. I cleaned up, ashamed, but about fifteen minutes later I was back in the same spot, doing the same thing as Mr. Carson did his last turns around the lawn. I was hooked.

Mr. Carson wasn't my only JO fodder for my teen years but he was always the biggest star in my fantasies. He fit my ideal of a perfect man and even defined it. To this day, guys measure up to him.

The crazy thing was he got even hotter for me. Around sophomore year, the Carsons had a second baby, and I saw work and domestic life put more padding on his body. Almost all of it went to his midsection. For a good year straight, I observed how the love handles and incipient beer belly filled out Mr. C's dress shirts and polos, as well as the casual T-shirts he'd sometimes wear on the weekend.

And then there were his golf shirts. My dad bod attraction may have been already there, but I'll credit Mr. C for turning me onto golf attire. He was an avid golfer and the way that poly-knit fabric would hug his body would send me wild. Besides the amazing gentle girth of his stomach, the man had perfect tits. Nice thick nipples with a pointy tip that would show through in his golf shirts or polo shirts, even his dress shirts. I developed a real fetish for shirts and the men who filled them out well.

I even knicked a couple of my dad's old ones from a pile he'd set aside for Goodwill. No, I don't perv on the old man, but I perved on those shirts. Big time. Load after load, pumping them out after school as I slipped on a polo shirt and JO-ed in front of my bedroom mirror. The shirts were big on me, of course. I wasn't an athletic teenager and still had a very slender frame. But I'd stroke my dick and imagine what I'd look like bigger, grown up. I imagined being about to fuck a man wearing his golf or polo shirt. One day I even snuck a pair of dad's golf shoes and put them on for my session. Was the biggest cum I'd had.

If Jeff Carson was hot in a snug shirt, it was a different kind of pleasure seeing him shirtless in his backyard when the warmer weather came. Unaware that he was showing off his new-daddy weight to me. I took a ton of pictures which still don't fail to get me off. And eventually, the man took up jogging to lose some of his excess pounds. I wanted to tell him he was fucking perfect and he shouldn't ever change, but I did enjoy the glimpses of him running down the street, the modest swell of his belly jiggling with each stride. Fuck, I shot so much spunk to that mental image.

I worried I was forming an unhealthy obsession, but Mr. C opened me to a new world of men. I started noticing teachers and coaches and men around town who fit the type. These were men I'd never see in a porn video, except for a few of the amateur vids I was curating into a personal collection. Though I didn't have a term yet for their body types, I began to appreciate the sheer variety of dadbods.

It felt bittersweet moving off to college. On one hand I was itching for the freedom to discover myself and to come out. On the other hand I was losing my regular sightings of my neighbor. Not only did I lust after him in a big way, I was growing a little crush on Mr. C.

PART TWO: THE EX-JOCK

It was second semester of college before I discovered the gym. I learned the basics for weight lifting from whatever internet sources I could find and hit it hard.

I made a workout buddy who saw I didn't really know proper form lifting and offered me some tips. Sam was a total bro type, but like me had a leaner genetic build. I think we got along so well because we were serious about lifting but weren't meatheads like a lot of other guys in the gym. We had a standing gym session together four times a week. We didn't hang out too much otherwise, but we spent so much time together we became good friends.

Sam didn't seemed too fazed when I told him I was gay, but he did act a little weird for a while, making nervous jokes about his ass being off limits after I watched his set of squats. Finally, I just said, "Dude you're not my fucking type so don't worry."

That seemed to clear the air. "Sorry man I guess I was being a dick." He racked an extra 20 on for my set. "I bet you go for those pretty boys." It was a small liberal arts college and the few visible gay gays on campus fit a certain type.

I got into place. "Nah," I admitted. "I like older dudes."

He laughed and had a smirk still when I finished my set.

"What?" I asked.

"Me, too," he said. "I don't mean dudes, but I prefer older women. My buddies make fun of me sometimes... I don't think I've lived down the Cougar Boy nickname," he laughed.

"Fuck 'em," I said. "Life's too short not to go after what you want."

Me and Sam were solid after that day.

Thing was, I could talk a big game, but I still hadn't had much sexual experience. Some fumbling hookups with some guys on campus, but I was craving an older man to have sex with. A man like Jeff Carson.

I didn't find him. At least not at first and not exactly. But I set up a profile on an app and after a bit of nervousness added, "looking for older guys. Masculine preferred, don't need a perfect body."

I got a few hits. Some guys were fun to chat with but didn't push my buttons physically. Others looked hot but seemed rude and short. Maybe I was too hesitant and was feeling them out too much.

Finally, I was horny one Saturday night and set something up. The guy I didn't think was that attractive but he offered to suck me off, no recip, and that sounded pretty good to me right then. I went to his place, and yeah, he wasn't better looking in person. But he had a nice head of salt and pepper hair that I looked down on as he shucked my shorts and started to lick my dick, getting it firmed up to hardness. And when he took me in his mouth, I realized what I'd been missing out on. This was a great blow job. Not rushed but definitely working me up to greater and greater pleasure. After a couple of minutes I blurted out that I was going to cum if he kept it up. He did, and I shot. Afterwards, the man was grateful, and I was in a good mood.

It was later that week when I hit the jackpot. The man's profile read 49, 6'2" (two inches taller than me), 220 pounds. We had some flirtatious chat and he unlocked his pics for me... a very handsome, almost ruggedly handsome face, with brown eyes, medium-short dark hair showing a lot of gray... and a nice thick-ish cock the pubic hair trimmed but not too much. Best of all was his body. Strong, bulky, a little padding around the middle. A true ex-jock build.

He seemed into what I was offering, too. Lean, six pack, nice round ass, a bit of muscle that I'd put on in the last year.

"It's gotta be discreet," he wrote.

"That's cool," I replied. "Don't have any one I could tell," I wrote. I was out and had gay friends, but none that I'd confessed my attraction to older men to.

He offered to pick me up on campus. I was nervous about that idea, but some gut instinct told me I could trust him. I'm glad I did. The man was even hotter in person and the smile he greeted me with as I got into his car told me he was pleased with me as well.

"Jason...? good to meet you," he said, offering his thick mitt of a hand.

"You, too, Pat," I smiled back, my heart beating. This guy was so frickin' hot. Thick-set muscle and just big, you know. I knew he was a coach from the get go. I didn't know where or what he coached, but I knew it was possible he was a coach at my college.

"You OK going back to my place?" he asked, checking in.

"Oh yeah," I said.

There's a cliche that younger guys often hold to about older men. That they're all experienced and great lovers. Sometimes that's just not true. I've come to learn that an older guy can be lousy in the sack, or maybe just not click with you for some reason.

But Pat lived up to the fantasy I had. Dude was an amazing kisser. He took his time, making out with me on the couch, talking some between the kisses. Not too much, but feeling me out, letting me talking about my desires, and complimenting me in the process. He didn't rush things, and he'd actually slow me down when I tried to. It was a simple correction, but it made the kissing feel so good. Him teaching me how to enjoy being with a man.

He ran his hand underneath the hem of my T-shirt, tracing along the ridges of my abs. "Nice," he purred, gnawing at the spot under my ear.

"OK if I undo your shirt?" I asked. He was wearing a button down, almost preppy looking. It was silly to ask I suppose, but I'd felt silently admonished for rushing things earlier.

Pat grinned. "Have at it, buddy."

Excitedly I reached up and undid his next to top button, then another. I stopped there, wanting to take my time. I eased my fingers beneath the opening and felt the warm hairy chest, firm and muscular but in a middle-aged kind of way. "So hot," I growled. "Perfect."

Pat's hand wandered up higher on my belly, sending goosebumps along my flesh. He knew what he was doing and he made it seem effortless. "Just so you know, I'm getting out of a messy divorce. So just looking for a little fun. Is that OK with you buddy?"

I nodded. I guess he could read my intense attraction and was concerned I was going to crush out on him. "Um, yeah," I replied. We kissed softly. He had a grin on his face. "This feels amazing," I said.

"It's not your first time is it?"

"No," I replied deciding to undo another button. His stomach was hairier than his chest, which excited me. "But you make the other guys seem like amateurs."

Pat liked that response, a lot. "Arms up, buddy," he ordered and I did so he could peel my T-shirt off. I quickly undid the rest of his buttons, watching excitedly as the shirt flaps opened to show off his mid-section padding. He had a fuller stomach than his online picture and I was very excited by the rounder girth. His muscle was solid, for sure, but his advertised 220 was probably closer to 230, with that extra 10 forming a nice combination of soft-firm beneath my touch as I explored his midsection.

"God you're perfect," I repeated. I finally removed my hand from his furry gut as he started to lean forward.

Pat removed his shoes and socks and undid his belt. "Mind if I get more comfortable?" he asked.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," I breathed. I was feeling nervous but weirdly confident too, if that makes sense. Being with an older man, particularly one with a body like Pat's, made me feel like I was truly having sex for the first time.

I watched excitedly as the jeans and then the briefs came down. Pat's genitals were exactly as advertised, and the pictures didn't lie. The man wasn't hung very long, but his cock was thick, thicker than average and the chunky tool just somehow looked right on his ex-jock frame. The prick stood up rigid like a railroad spike. The divorced man was turned on.

I followed suit and though I felt my body paled in comparison to his, I got off on the way he looked at me. I don't know if Pat had a thing for college guys or just younger guys in general, but I felt a wave of confidence as I stood before him naked and erect and stepped up to meet him in a kiss. His hard muscle and softer bulk both felt amazing against my trimmer body as we made out and rubbed cocks.

With a grin, Pat broke the kiss and started walking me backward. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom, buddy?" he asked.

I nodded excitedly.

Pat had a nice place, but it had a new, not-yet-lived in feel of a house of a divorced guy. But his king bed felt incredibly soft and comfortable compared to my dorm mattress, and it was a thrill to be in this coach's bedroom as he climbed onto the bed after me and climbed right on top of my reclining body.

That next kiss felt even more electric than the ones before. I didn't even know Pat's last name or really anything about him, but his body and masculine presence on top of me excited me beyond belief. Whether he was the romantic type or not, he seemed to love kissing and making out and taking the slow approach to sex. That worked for me, only his slow writhing against my body was starting to get me off, far too quickly.

I tried to stop my orgasm, but as I clenched Pat's hips urgently to signal him to stop thrusting against me, the man took that as a signal of desire and he writhed more steadily against me. That did it. I came. My fooling-around handjobs and BJs up to that point didn't compare to the incredible cum I had, spurting my warm seed between our naked bodies.

It took Pat by surprise and he broke the kiss suddenly and leaned up, looking down at me. "Whoa... you must have been pretty worked up, buddy," he said.

I felt embarrassed to have no self-control around this man. "Yeah, sorry Pat," I muttered feeling even younger and more inexperienced than I was.

The ex-jock kind of rolled off to the side so he could examine my sperm. It coated both of our stomachs, and I loved seeing how the white liquid matted down his belly fur, but the brunt of my load was on my body.

Pat took in the sight and then leaned down and started licking off my cum with long wide swipes of his tongue. He muttered excitedly at my flavor then it was my turn to moan as Pat came up and kissed me deeply, sharing my sperm as our tongues passed back and forth. It was an incredibly hot experience.

Pat thought so too and was now getting worked up. He looked up at me as he started stroking his dick. "I gotta get off too, Jase..." he announced.

I touched his forearm, not stopping his stroking but signaling him to pause. "I can go again," I said. "I'm pretty turned on right now." It was true, my erection hadn't gone down in the slightest and I felt like I could go again, only without that out-of-control urgency as before.

He liked that response. His expression curled into a smile. "Yeah, buddy? I forget what it's like to be 19," he chuckled. I watched his magnificent bulky body twist as he reached back to grab some lube. Pat popped the cap and squirted a good deal on his fingers.

He met me in another kiss just as his hand reached down to start applying the liquid to my hole. He'd mentioned in our chat that he loved fucking, and while I'd replied "that's hot," we hadn't discussed the specifics of how our hookup was going to go down. I had a pretty good idea now.

I was cherry when it came to anal, but very eager for that to change. Pat seemed appreciative of my tight hole as he worked it open with one, two, and then three fingers as we made out. He damn well knew what he was doing. Those fingers prodding me slowly and steadily, working me open.... it felt intense but in a wonderful way.

Finally he knelt up and got into place, putting my legs on his strong shoulders. Looking up I remarked how from the sternum up his muscle was big and well-defined, a total ex-jock build. I was starting to think football, he was that big and strong, and my guess was that Pat was a college football player who'd kept up dedicated time in the gym in the 25 plus years since graduation.

Below his chest, Pat had the gut of a man who'd let himself go to seed, or at least let his body do what men's bodies naturally want to do with age. And I was completely turned on by the result. Just looking down at that ex-jock belly made my virgin hole open up and allowed Pat's thick, wet prick to push in.

I was getting my cherry popped in a big way. Maybe it wasn't Jeff Carson doing the honors, but in every other way Pat, whose last name I didn't know, was my fantasy first. He bored in ever so slowly and about two inches in, I winced, feeling my innards tightening up.

The man paused, concerned. "You've done this before right?"

I shook my head no.

"But you said..." He'd misunderstood me before.

"I've had sex a few times, but you're the first to fuck me," I explained.

He looked down a little contrite and ran his hands up and down my smoother body. "We don't gotta buddy."

I held on to his midsection. "I want this," I said. "Bad. Just go slow."

He nodded. "You got it," he smiled. "Only I may fire off any time. Your ass is so tight." And with that he leaned down and met me in a soft kiss that made my body come alive.

If Pat was skilled before, he got even better. Patient in working me open as we made out and I felt up his bigger body. Then, something clicked and I just wanted him. I wanted every fat inch of that magnificent coach cock. I didn't have to wait. As my ass unclenched, Pat fed it to me, in a slow, steady push. Right all the way in, balls deep.

He grunted into my mouth, then broke the kiss.

"Popped your cherry, kid," he growled with a grin.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed, from both the physical sensation and the emotional intensity.

"You like that?" the man grinned, turned on by how excited I was. He gave a slow, shallow pump into me, then again. Not a hard fuck, but I felt it.

"Yes... fuck me Pat," I grunted, feeling all the pleasurable sensations in my body focused in my asshole. His hips pulled out more with each stroke now, and my prostate was singing. "Jesus... this feels so incredible," I said. My hands were back at his body now, every inch I could touch and feel as this man delivered an incredible virgin-busting fuck.

He nodded. "Your ass is incredible too, Jase... tightest I've ever been in."

His words made my hole clench and flutter against his pistoning dick. I wasn't even trying to do anything special, it was just my body's involuntary response. But it egged the coach on.

"Oh FUCK yeah! Milk my cock, buddy... just like that!" He humped more urgently into me, carried away by the sensations on his dick and given the green light now.

For the next minute, I lay there and took it. A master cocking that was fast and hard. I thought of touching my dick, but I didn't want to fire out too soon again. Pat deserved to get off in my ass, and I wasn't going to cut off his opportunity.

Turns out, I didn't have to worry. As the man leaned forward and claimed another deep kiss, the shift in angle mashed my dick right against his heaving thickset belly. That began to trigger my orgasm, right in synch with Pat's own deep cum. Together, on his king sized bed, we gave it up, spurting our loads.

The gruff man had a goofy grin as he dismounted and our bodies parted. He looked down at his spent, slick cock and the renewed frothy wetness on his stomach. "I was gonna ask if it was OK for you, but I guess I got my answer already," he said.

I lay back, feeling fully and completely satisfied and smiled up at him. "My only worry is that you spoiled me for other men. That was incredible," I said.

That gave him a proud, almost cocky expression. He gave my hip a gentle, affectionate pat and then got off the bed. "Here.... let's clean up." He grabbed my hand and helped pull me to my feet as well.

We showered together and Pat was especially affectionate as we slowly soaped each other's body and made out underneath the warm spray.

I did see a slightly concerned look as we toweled off.

"Don't worry," I said. "I know you're not looking to date. I'm just happy we did that. It's made my year."

That seemed to relax the big man, who took my towel from my and started drying me off. It was a simple, affectionate, yet very sexy action and gave me another boner.

"I can't believe you're getting hard again," Pat laughed.

"Can't help it," I said. "You're the sexiest man ever."

Pat grinned and gave me another peck. "Listen... you're right, I'm not looking to date. But if you want to stay over... maybe we can have a repeat when I recover a little."

"Sounds awesome," I said, taking my towel and using it to rub his body dry. I could never get enough of seeing the way the beefy mass looked against the white terry cloth.

My action made Pat smile. "You really were cherry just now, weren't you?"

That caught me by surprise. "Do guys lie about that?"

"You'd be surprised," Pat replied. "But you're the real deal... it was very hot breaking you in."

"It was hot for me, too," I assured him. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time." It was true. I later talked to some of my gay friends, who had very different first time experiences. I was lucky.

Pat and I snuggled in his bed and watched some dumb TV and talked some and eventually I felt his hardon come back to life as we made out. The man mounted me for a second time and while it lacked the sheer intensity of the first, we both relished the additional staying power that allowed for a solid 15 minute fuck. I'd be sore the next day for sure, but then I never wanted this to end.

After Pat dropped me off the next morning - after a mutual BJ session and some well-earned breakfast - I logged on immediately and tracked down the webpage for the football team.

Sure enough, Pat was the linebacker assistant coach at my college.

[akwolfgrl]

Part 2 LFT

I will when I have more chapters post on ao3 but I need a bit of help first. I'm not sure if I'm writing the charters well enough.

"Can you fuck as good as you fight?" Were words that Sanji had not been expecting to come out of that man's mouth, and completely sober.

Sanji stared at the man of front of him, while he loved women, they were beautiful, soft, wonderful, they were they moved, thire soft skin and just everything. Sanji also liked men. It wasn't as expected, so he was used to drunken one night stands until Zeff put a stop to it a few years ago after one too many times coming back still drunk. Puberty had been a nightmare. Zoro was absolutely his type, thick muscular body, the scar across his chest that made him look rugged and dangerous. Sanji wanted to lick and mark every inch of the man's skin. Sanji put his cigarette out and slid around the table, placing a knee on each side of the swordsman's legs, leaning closer with a smirk.

"Hmm I suppose I could be nice a give a taste now, if you like what you get come back later tonight and I'll show just how good I am," Sanji spoke with confidence he didn't have.

"Well then, go on and show me," Marimos hands left the back of his head and came to rest on hips, his fingers gripping his ass. "Or are you all talk and no action?" He spoke with a smug grin that Sanji longed to kiss off.

"Shut up,"

"Make me," Sanji slammed his mouth against the other man lips, already hungry for a taste.

Zoro pulled him closer, opening his mouth so their tongues could continue their fight instead of their words. Sanji used this opportunity to slide his hands under Zoro's shirt, feeling up those strong, large muscles of his. Only marred or rather improved upon by that gogras scar that Sanji was dying to taste of. Speaking of taste, the swordsmen tasted of sake, melon and omaboish, Sanji knew he tasted of saffron, seafood, and cigarettes. He was already hard in dress pants and could feel the other man's erection as well. It was nice that he wasn't the only one affected by just a kiss.

Suddenly, his hair is being pulled, his head being yanked back. Snaji let out an embarrassing . sound he didn't know he could make that noise. He didn't know he'd like his hair being pulled. Zoro kept his hand fisted in his hair, attacking his neck with kisses and nips sucking a mark into his skin. Snaji shudders at this point he has lost all control of this situation.

"Ah! Fuck me!" He found himself saying.

"I intend to,"

"Sanjiiii! I'm hungry!" A third voice entered the chat, the voice of their captain begging for food, occupied by the slamming of the galley door.

The hand in his hair released him as they both stared in shock at their captain. They had gotten carried away and subsequently got caught. Sanji wondered how far they would have gone if they hadn't been interrupted. Luffy clearly saw them but paid them no mind as he wandered closer to where Sanji had been cooking.

"Shit!" Sanji scrambled away from the situation only to hit the table which he had forgotten about with his back. "Don't touch anything Luffy!"

Marimo moved his hands to his waist and lifted him up and off of him. Sanji immediately ran towards the jar of jerky he had made. It wasn't his best work since there hadn't been enough time for a proper marinade, but it was mostly for Luffy anyway.

"Dinners not ready yet, take some of this," Sanji shoved a handful of jerky into Luffy's hands. "Dinner will be done in about half an hour,"

"Yay meat! Thanks, Sanji!" Luffy chearded a large girn on his face. He head twords the door. "Bye, Zoro!" Luffy shut the door behind him as he shoveled jerky into his mouth.

"Shitty swordsmen, our! I don't have any more time for you!" Sanji turned his attention back to the man he had just made out with.

"Chi, no need to be testy," The green haired man stood up and also headed for the door. "I'll be back for more tonight, we will finish what we started. I need to hear what other notices come out of that pretty mouth of yours," Before Sanji could respond he was once more alone in the kitchen.

[notf1obsessed]

A Little Flirting Hurt No One (Charlos): you can find the full fic on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395409

Chapter 9: Make Him Wish

Carlos and Charles had both been invited to yet another major party. This time it was hosted by an influential figure in a modeling agency in Monaco that Charles had worked with before. He had a plus one; so what better way of being his fake boyfriend than going as a couple.

And ironically, Lando had also been invited.

Charles pulled up in his scarlet Ferrari, of course it was newly bought, to the venue. He opened the passengers door before dramatically offering his hand to hold.

His voice bore a thick French accent, unlike his usual one,"After you, mon chéri"

Carlos rolled his eyes at the ridiculous romantic, taking his hand, deciding to repeat the phrase, "Thank you darling."

They entered the venue together, adjusting their suits and posture.

The place was illuminated brightly by hanging chandeliers. Delicately decorated tables were scattered around, a large bar tucked in the back. Bottles stacked upon the blinding lit cupboards. Muffled sounds of conversations were heard, mixed with the sound of clattering glasses.

Charles went over to a group of people, probably the hosts, and dragged Carlos along by the hand with him.

Oh how so romantic.

One of the men, who looked somewhere in his fifties, turned to greet Charles, "Ah Mr.Leclerc, it's wonderful seeing you here!"

Charles smiled softly, shaking his hand as a greeting.

He wore a large tuxedo, his body quite round, and a bow. Simple, yet elegant. His voice masked in a thick, French accent. In his hand, a glass of champagne swirled around, bubbling on the surface.

His eyes moved from Charles to Carlos.

"Mr.Sainz, what a pleasure seeing you here, who did you come with?" he asked inquiring.

He parted his mouth slightly to speak, but before he could say anything, Charles interfered, "Me actually."

He examined the place quietly. Most of the people here looked quite posh, either dress or suit. He wondered if he was underdressed for the occasion. His eyes searched for Lando, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Alas, he found nothing. He was snapped back to reality by the man shaking his hand.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your evening here." A younger man came up to him and began to speak to him. And with that, he was immersed in another conversation.

They stayed silent for a minute, both of them soaking into the atmosphere, before Charles broke the silence once again, "Come on, let me introduce you to some people."

He gestured with his head over to the bar, signaling towards a group of people (who he assumed were models) sitting there.

Thinking about finding Lando, he decided it was best not to. He didn't want to worry about the guy he's hopelessly in love with for now. So instead he followed Charles.

Plus, he wanted to have some fun for tonight.

A young man's eyes darted towards Charles. He wore a black button up shirt with a loose coat over it. His hair neatly combed to the side, face lighting up, "Charles, mon ami, nice seeing you here!"

Is everyone here French or something? They are in Monaco, so he can't argue.

"How could I not come," he replied playfully, patting him on the back.

The man's eyes darted to Carlos, "Bonsoir, name's Antoine"

He shook his hand, paying attention to his facial expressions, he looked unreadable.

"Carlos," he replied, smiling.

"Lets go sit down at the bar shall we?" suggested Anthoine.

They sat down at the bar, ordering their drinks.

Charles's eyes roamed everywhere, analyzing the spectacular venue.

Suddenly, his eyes caught Lando.

He decided it was time to have a little fun.

Spark some jealousy.

Charles slowly grabbed Carlos's hand, stroking his thumb gently over his fingers. Peering through the corner of his eye to analyze Lando's expression.

Nothing so far.

Hm, he needs more.

Deciding to take it a bit further, he moved closer next to Carlos. His head slowly lowering to rest on his shoulder. The soft fabric caressing his cheek.

Lucky for him, Carlos was too preoccupied in chatting and observing to really notice anything happen.

There was a shift in musical atmosphere, the music switching to something more... romantic.

Perfect opportunity.

And since most if the people here had plus ones, the dance floor slowly began to fill up.

Charles interrupted their conversation, "Care for a dance, mom amour?"

Carlos a bit taken back by his friend's question, agreed reluctantly, thinking he must've seen Lando.

But that was only half of it.

He grabbed Charles's hand and dragged him along to the dance floor. His thumb still stroking over it.

They moved into a little less of a crowded spot on the dance floor.

Shifting his hands, Charles slowly pressed his hands onto Carlos's waist.

A bit taken aback from the position, he uncomfortably wrapped his arms around Charles's neck.

He eased into it quite quickly.

They stayed quiet for a while, swaying slowly.

It was a comfortable silence. It felt like they belonged here.

The music accompanied their thoughts, which slowly began to fade away.

Charles let go of all his worries for a moment, just focusing on the boy in front of him for now.

Carlos wasn't any different, he had totally blocked out the outside world, lost in his swaying.

For a minute, Charles had totally forgot about Lando, until he caught a glimpse of him staring at Carlos in the crowd.

Time to get things moving.

Charles moved his hand from Carlos's waist to hold it in front of him, gesturing for Carlos to hold it.

Carlos did as signaled to, pressing his hand against the Monegasque's.

He felt the tiredness starting to kick in.

He bent his head down to lean on Charles's shoulder.

Charles lent on Carlos's.

Before knowing it, he pressed a small kiss to Carlos's neck, catching Lando's gaze.

If looks could kill, Charles would be six feet under.

[eggcompany]

Trevor's Birthday Present.

Alucard says he might like lingerie, Sypha indulges him. They practice and get ready for Trevor's birthday... Trevor gets to be the filling to a nice fuck sandwhich. Alucard just wants to be pretty.

Smutty filthy, lots of bottom alucard.

“Do you mind if we pop in here for a minute? I’ll be quick, promise!” Sypha asked. 

“Oh I don’t mind. My masculinity isn’t as fragile as other men. I’ve always been rather fond of these kinds of garments...” Alucard said as they walked into the lingerie and panty shop. 

Sypha had asked Alucard if he wanted to go to the mall with her after work since they got off at the same time today. Sypha had come and picked him up from the library where he worked and drove them to the large shopping center. So far they had eaten and went to a shop Alucard wanted to go in to buy some more nail files. They were walking down the long walkway when Sypha had stopped in front of the large lingerie shop. It was her favorite to support since it was a place where anyone could find something sexy to wear and proceeds went to different LGBTQ+ support groups. 

“Oh! Well you know I have quite a few nice sets. Wait, you've seen me in my orange and my green sets. You didn’t seem too overly excited.” Sypha said and looked at the taller man. Alucard blushed a little and scratched the back of his neck. 

“I mean you look... amazing. Gorgeous. Godly even. But I kinda meant I’d like them... ya know...” Alucard said shyly. Sypha thought before gasping, catching the attention of one of the workers. 

“You want to wear it! Alucard, why didn’t you tell me! I’m sure you can’t wear mine, they're much too small but we can find you something. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Sypha said excitedly. She already loved to care for and braid Alucard’s beautiful blonde hair. Alucard blushed and looked down, picking at a button of his dress shirt.

“I don’t know... I don’t think I’m shaped right for these pretty things... My thighs aren’t thick enough and I don’t have hips and my shoulders are too wide and I don’t have a thin waist. It just would look right on me.” Alucard said and didn’t look at Sypha. Sypha was about to say something but a bubbly older woman dressed in full black, an employee, spoke up. 

“Oh honey, you just need to find what compliments your body shape. I’m Tiff, can I help you with your shopping today?” The woman said and smiled. She was a bit shorter than Sypha.

Alucard blushed at the thought of someone else hearing him talk about such a thing. 

“Darling I know that face. Come on in, let’s get you measured and let me show you a few things. Then you decide if you wanna run away or not. How’s that?” The saleswoman said and smiled up at Alucard. Sypha touched his elbow and smiled. 

“Cmon what’s the harm? You can see if you like anything. I already know what I want. We’ve got time. Hell, Trev’s birthday is coming up, we can surprise him!” Sypha encouraged the dhampir. Alucard chewed his lip for a moment before giving in. 

“Alright. I’ll look at a few things. Thank you, madam, for your assistance.” Alucard says and both the employee and Sypha clap and smile. Tiff happily walked toward the back of the large store. 

“Okay! Let us get you measured and then I’ll show you some styles I think you’d like!” Tiff says and gestures to a small platform in a corner. She pulls out a tape measurer and tells Alucard what sizes he wears. XL top, L on bottoms, extra long stockings. 

“Oh Tiff, can we see something that comes in both ranges? I need cups, he… well I suppose he could pull off an A-cup. Green or blue are really my colors. I really wanted a new set in perhaps baby blue? Alucard what colors do you want to look at?” Sypha said to the employee as she wrote down Sypha’s sizes. 

“I don’t know… I don’t really wear a lot of colors. Maybe black? Blue might be nice…” Alucard mumbled and walked back to stand behind his partner. Tiff smiled and nodded. 

“I think a nice pale blue would look amazing against your skin tone. Something to compliment your wide shoulders. Oh and bottoms that hold you nicely yet make you feel sexy. Hmm I got it! A lacey bralette, strappy maybe?, and a nice garter belt with some stockings and a pair of low rise panties. Let me go get you each one!” Tiff said and happily scampered off into the shop. 

She soon came back smiling with two light sky blue floral patterned lacy sets in tow. Sypha smiled and felt the fabric and nodded. Her set would sit differently on her body but they were the same set. Alucard just stared at it with wide eyes and red cheeks. Tiff stood in front of them proudly. 

“These are perfect! Perhaps you can find us something different for him to try at home. Maybe a nice body suit. Something cute and colorful. Thank you dear.” Sypha asked the worker and the short lady was off again. Alucard hadn't registered a thing that was said. He was in awe, it was perfect. The fabric was smooth and sleek in his hands. The color was cool and calm and it looked so… delicate. The flowers that spattered the entire garment were so detailed and beautiful. How could he not think this would make him beautiful. 

Sypha was called over to the counter to pay for the garments and she touched Alucard’s elbow. He said nothing but put the lace cloth on the counter. He didn’t notice the third item that was tossed into the bag. 

“See that wasn’t so bad! Now where else do we wanna go baby? Barnes and Nobles?’ Sypha says but Alucard just blushes and holds her hand. He feels… anxious. Antsy and excited and jittery. 

“Home then. We can try these on before Trevor gets home later. We can do anything, let's make today about you, alright honey?” Sypha says quietly. In a voice that’s usually saved for after hard sex or emotional moments. Alucard leaned onto the woman and kissed her forehead and nodded. He walked close to her the entire time they walked to the car. He was very quiet the entire drive home.

“Alucard, come on. I’ll help you put it on.” Sypha said once they walked into the large joined home. Alucard nodded and slipped off his dress shoes next to Sypha’s sandals by the door. He quietly follows her to his bedroom, one of the larger of the three. Sypha closed and locked the door, just to give Alucard a sense of extreme privacy and safety. 

“Look, I’ll put mine on first and show you how to do it. Then I’ll help you in to yours. You know I got you two styles yeah?” Sypha said and pulled off her shirt and untied her shorts. 

“Two? What’s the other one? I didn’t realize…” Alucard said and untucked his shirt and started to unbutton it. He slipped his belt and trouser off leaving him in his blood red briefs, white undershirt, and his plain black socks. Sypha had stripped down to nothing. 

“Yeah! I thought maybe if you didn’t like the set, you might like a bodysuit. See you can look at it.” Sypha said as she tossed him the plastic package that contained the dark purple plasticy looking bodysuit. 

Alucard opens it and looks at the garment. It’s less plastic, more leather. Pleather. There’s room for his...package… and there’s laced on the back for only about seven inches, a waist corset. The zipper is a small black one on the back and the only see-through part is a diamond on the back that’s made out of a sheer black material. Alucard thinks it’s very… sexy. Hot. Arousing. It seemed to be a low rise, like it would cover him nicely yet show him off. 

“It’s… hot. Not as delicate or as pretty but... more sexual. I like it.” Alucard said and smiled up at Sypha. The speaker smiled and patted the bed. She had taken the moment to wipe herself and wipe the crotch of the panties. 

“I’m glad! Now come here, sit, and I’ll show you how to do this.” Sypha said and slowly showed Alucard step by step how to do everything. Panties first, roll your stockings and then put them on, clip the garter, hook the top together, situate the straps. Alucard watches and pays attention closely to each movement. 

“Now you do it.” Sypha said and sat down, now fully clad in the lingerie, on the edge of the bed. Alucard nods and nervously stands and strips himself of his last few pieces of clothing, baring himself to Sypha for the billionth time. 

He moved carefully as he pulled the soft fabric up his legs to sit on his hips, he rolled the stockings and slid them up his pale legs, his hands shook slightly as he clipped the garter belt to the stockings, huffed in frustration as he tried to clasp the five clasps in the back of the bralette but eventually got it. He pulled his hair up and out so it cascaded down his back once again. 

Alucard stood in the middle of the room. He didn’t look at his lover, he didn’t look in the mirror, he just stood. He felt. The fabric was smooth and cool against his now heated skin. The panties had enough room not to pinch but held tightly onto him, cupping him nicely. The way the lacey edge felt against his ass and hips and thighs and chest. The lacey edge that rounded every edge on the garment drove him crazy, it felt… agonizingly nice. His heart raced as he gently touched the garter belt, running his hand down his own side so he could feel the spaces between the material. Lace, skin, lace, skin, lace. Until he was pulled up on the stockings. 

“How do you feel?” Sypha said and pulled Alucard’s eyes away from his own blue clad feet up to her. She looked at him with kind eyes. He breathed shakily for a moment before nodding. 

“I feel… pretty. Delicate. Like a doll.” Alucard said and looked back down at himself. He’d never really seen himself in this light. He turned and looked in the mirror and gasped. He turned and shifted, moving his legs and really looking . 

“It’s so… I’m...pretty.” Alucard said quietly as he looked at the way the bralette’s lace cupped his pecs but didn’t space away from his body. Sypha smiled and walked to stand behind Alucard and rest her head on his shoulder. 

“You look amazing. Very pretty, just like a doll. Do you want to try the other one?” Sypha said and placed her hands on his midsection above the garter and below the top. Alucard smiles and nods. 

Soon the man stood smiling, giddy, wearing the body suit. It felt nice, secure. The thicker leather fabric held him in place nicely. He loved the way the material squeezed him tight around the stomach due to the ribbon laces on the back which Sypha had helped him tighten and tie. Alucard spun around in the mirror a few times. He admired the way the fabric covered him all the way up from his crotch to his neck yet exposed his arms and legs. 

“Sypha, I like this one a lot. I wish I could wear this all the time. Look how perky my ass looks. It doesn’t feel as delicate like the other. This feels… well you remember when you tied me and Trev together on Christmas eve? It feels like that. Safe yet… nervously arousing. I like the color too.” Alucard said excitedly to Sypha. The speaker now had tossed their sets into a delicates bag to be washed properly. She smiled and nodded. She didn’t let it show that she was absolutely thrilled that Alucard wanted to wear these kinds of things, weather just for sex or everyday. She threw on a pair of his underwear and a hoodie and sat on his bed. 

“You look great! Maybe we could go back and get you some… everyday wear. Some stuff you could wear day to day. Just at home or out, whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m glad you like it, wearing my fancy stuff always makes me feel so confident! If you’re not sure what you like we can just look online at different styles and cuts. Order some cheap sets for you to try and then go and buy nicer ones. How’s that?” Sypha says and watches Alucard un tie and struggle a little with zipper as he undressed again. Alucard put the body suit on the top of his dresser and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and flopped down, smiling, onto the bed. 

“Yes. I want… more. I want to wear it all the time, 24/7, I want to be beautiful.” Alucard says and looks over at Sypha. She smiles widely and leans over and kisses him. She stands to get her computer. 

“We’ll make you gorgeous, my pretty flower!” She shouted back at him as she walked to her room to fetch her laptop. Alucard smiled and flapped his hands around squealing quietly. He felt a bit like a school girl but he didn’t care. He felt so happy, so pretty, so… ecstatic!

Trevor came into the house expecting to see his lovers where they usually were, the kitchen table or at the bar counter. They usually spent hours talking or reading together or skimming the internet before Alucard made dinner. Trevor shrugged off his coat and boots and walked toward their rooms. 

“Uh, Sypha? Alucard? Are you guys home yet?” Trevor called out and walked toward his room when he heard giggling and Sypha call out.

“We’re here!” Sypha called out and Alucard added “My room, love!” and Trevor opened the door. Alucard was sitting against the wall with Sypha between his legs and they were looking at something on her laptop. Trevor leaned against the door jam. 

“Hey honey! How was your day?” Sypha said and looked up at him. Alucard kept looking at the screen. 

“It was alright, the garage was pretty busy but it was alright. What’re you guys up too? Did you guys get to the mall or just call it off?” Trevor asked. Usually the two came back with bags and bags if they go to the mall but Trevor hadn’t spotted any. 

“Oh we went but we came home early. We’re just hanging out. Baby felt kinda clingy so we’re just doing some surfing.” Sypha said. The nickname always made Alucard blushy, even after nearly three years. Alucard hummed and moved his hands from the laptop to wrap around Sypha and he pressed his face into her shoulder. Trevor laughed and left to his room to get dressed for dinner and some relaxation time. 

“I’m gonna have a beer and take a nap, have fun!” Trevor said and closed his bedroom door. Soon his snores could be heard so Sypha magic-ed their door shut. 

“Let’s let him rest tonight. His birthday is next week. Do you think a little show would be a good gift?” Sypha whispered into Alucard’s ear. He nods excitedly. He understands what she means. 

Soon a box appeared in Alucard’s room and a sign on his door stating ‘ Treffy no Entry’ which Sypha and Alucard found absolutely hilarious. 

Day after day the box was opened and closed, opened and closed. The light blue sets, now stored away in separate ziplock bags just to keep them clean and together, resides there alongside a few more things. A new harness for Sypha made from thick white leather, a crystalline blue dildo, and a stick of bright candy red lipstick. 

Alucard had asked about lipstick. He was always so fond of the way it looked smudged and smeared. He decided he looked even prettier when it covered his pale lips. The rest of his lingerie was folded nicely in his dresser. 

When they had free time that they weren’t spending with Trevor, Sypha and Alucard were… familiarizing themselves with the garments and new toy. Alucard wore the set often enough, applied his lipstick, and would sit in front of the mirror. Sypha advised that they might get crotchless panties too. Alucard would finger himself open enough to slip the nearly seven inch toy inside. Practice they called it. 

Days passed and soon it was the day. Trevor Belmont’s birthday. Alucard had made him a big breakfast of pancakes and fruit with a side of a nice slow blow job. Sypha had to leave earlier than usual to get to the florist shop (“A wedding” she had said). She left after a nice long kiss and a wish of a good day. Alucard had wiped his mouth and tucked Trevor back into his pajama pants. 

“You’re so nice to me. Thank you Baby.” Trevor says and leans back in his chair. Alucard smiles and leans over to kiss him. 

“It’s your birthday. I have to be nice to you.” Alucard says and kisses him again and rubs his nose lightly over Trevor’s. The older man smiled and groaned as he stood up. He kissed Alucard again while holding onto his slim hips. 

“Lovely. Always such a sweet talker. I’ve gotta get going.” Trevor said and went to get dressed. Alucard smiled. It was nice. He was so excited for tonight though. 

Although the original plan had gone a bit sideways, Sypha unfortunately started her period three days early, he was still excited because if he was being honest Plan B was his favorite. 

The day dragged on. Hour after hour the clock ticked down till it was time to go home. Alucard was antsy all day. He was gittery working at the desk, he was frantic almost when he put books away. He texted Sypha on his breaks. She also was excited. She had been in such a good mood all day. 

“Breathe Alucard. It’s okay. Trevor’s gonna be so happy. Just calm down.” Sypha says as she rubbed up and down on Alucard’s stomach. The tall man looked so nervous, he stood in front of the mirror. He was wearing his blue set, which usually made him smile, and he was picking at himself frowning. Sypha had walked in on him once she dressed herself in her outfit, including the white leather harness, and wrapped her arms around him from behind. 

“I’m just nervous. I mean… What if he doesn’t like it? What if he thinks that I’m too…  I took it too far.” Alucard said quietly. He often had this kind of anxiety. Trevor was bisexual, Alucard knew that. But Trevor had… Trevor had such a fragile masculinity and Alucard always feared that if he started acting… flamboyant or feminine that Trevor would lose interest in him. Even after three years he still feared it. Trevor had told him that he loves him no matter how he dressed.  

“Shush now, baby. Just breathe and come on. It’s just me and you. Let me love on you.” Sypha says and runs her hands up to rub the lace against the man’s sensitive nipples. Alucard gasps and pushes his chest forward and nods. Sypha smiles and grabs his hand. She leads him out into the living room where the curtains had been drawn and long black sheets had been hung. There were a few condoms and a bottle of lube on the coffee table in front of the pull out couch which had been fixed up nicely with sheets and a thick blanket folded on the end. 

Sypha smiled and shoved Alucard so he would sit down on the couch. She climbed into his lap and kissed him. Alucard grabbed her hips and groaned into the kiss. Sypha pushed her tongue into his willing mouth. It was easy to kiss the vampire. Always so easy to get him all hard and whiny. 

Sypha moved her hands from around his neck down to flick and pinch at his nipples through the blue fabric and then to run her nails down his sternum. Alucard groaned and gasped and pulled away so Sypha could kiss and suck at his neck. Alucard groaned out Sypha’s name and bucked slightly under her. His slim fingers grabbed tightly onto her skin and his abdomen muscles clenched and shivered. 

Sypha bit his neck lightly and simultaneously pulled the waistband of his garter back and let it snack back. Alucard yelled out slightly before bringing one hand up to cover his mouth. Sypha pulled back and pushed Alucard’s chest until he was flat on his back, his feet hanging off the edge. 

Sypha admired him for a moment. The way he flushed such a pretty pink always seemed so adorable to her. But now that it’s gently wrapped in a powder blue… he seems even cuter. She then scooted back so she was sitting on his legs near his knees. Alucard was breathing heavily and his eyes were gleaming as he watched his lover move. 

“You look so pretty. Like a lovely flower in bloom. Now on your knees.” Sypha said in a commanding voice. Alucard nodded and rolled over so he was up on his knees and elbows, perking his ass up to Sypha. She gently ran her hands across his ass and then slapped it a few times lightly. 

“Syphaaaa… don’t tease me…” Alucard says and bows his head down, arching his back. Sypha laughs and leans back to grab the dildo and the lube bottle. Alucard shifts in anticipation as Sypha takes a moment to thread the dildo through the harness and adjust the straps. But as soon as he looks over to ask if everything’s alright, Sypha pulls the panties down just enough to uncover his hole. She brought her now lube slick fingers up to his hole and rubbed them around the outer muscle for a moment before sinking two of them inside slowly. Alucard’s thighs shook slightly and he groaned and bit the sheet below him. 

“Good. Good boy. You look so pretty like this. Like art, baby.” Sypha says and pulls her fingers out and pushes them back in over and over again until she thinks he can take another. She slips her ring finger in beside the others and Alucard whines. He moans and shakes his head. 

“No more. No more. Please I need your cock Sypha. I need it, please, please!” Alucard begged and breathed out a shaky little breath. Sypha pulled her fingers out and slicked up the blue dildo. 

“Okay, okay. But you have to get up, sit up on your knees. You can lean back onto me. Yeah good. Good baby good.” Sypha says and helps Alucard to sit up on his knees so he’s facing the door. Alucard whines and reaches back to pull the dildo up to his hole. Sypha shushes him and slips it inside and lets Alucard move on his own. 

He rocks his hips while leaning back onto Sypha. He thrusts forward and then pushes back. He whines and holds onto Sypha’s hands that are holding onto his hips. He threads their fingers together and he curls his hands so his knuckles are pressed against his skin. Sypha smiles and thrusts lightly. 

“I like this. I feel so pretty. I feel perfect. Yes, yes, yes!” Alucard said and moved lightly back and forth. But only a few more thrusts later the door unlocks and opens. 

“He-” Trevor says as he opens the door but he catches sight of his presents. 

Sypha’s glowing eyes looking at him from over Alucard’s shoulder. Then Alucard… wrapped up like a gift. His eyes all glossy with tears, lips a rich painted red, his chest flushes pink but cooled by tight lace… his hard cock pulling against the fabric that decorated his hips. Trevor stood in the open doorway for what felt like a million years to Alucard but was really a few seconds.

“Fuck yes.” Trevor said and slammed the door and started to strip as he made his way around to get onto the fold out. He had tossed everything and dropped to his knees and kissed Sypha. Alucard was shoved onto his hands and knees with the dildo just pulling at his rim. He whined and pulled off to sit with his lovers. Trevor pulled his tongue from Sypha’s mouth and slipped into Alucard’s. 

“I’m the gift, if you couldn’t tell.” Alucard said and Trevor pulled him up to kiss his chest and bite his nipples through the lacey fabric. He kissed and nipped his way down until he was shoving his face into Alucard’s pale sternum. 

“So pretty Alucard. So fucking pretty.” Trevor mumbled into stomach as he grabbed and kneaded at the dhampir’s ass. Trevor rubbed his stubly jaw against Alucard’s delicate skin right above the waist band, under the garter. 

“Cute too. Cute color.” The brunette  said as he took the fabric between his teeth and pulled it down. 

Alucard’s flush pink cock happily popped out to bob heavily in front of him. Trevor let the elastic snap back lightly against the pale heavenly perfect balls causing Alucard to squeal and jump a bit. He let out a cry when Trevor moved one hand to hold the base of his cock up and kiss the tip. 

“This is also an awfully pretty color.” Trevor said as he ran the tip of his tongue around the head of Alucard’s cock. 

“Such a nice contrast isn’t it? The nice light blue against the feverish red? Lovely, really.” Sypha said and slicked up her fingers again and ran them around Trevor’s hole. He never needed much prep since he never took anything too big. His dildo was rather thin and it was only a few inches long. Trevor moaned and jacked Alucard’s cock up and down a few times. 

“Yes. Lovely. Though I think these are getting in the way.” Trevor said and snapped the waistband back onto Alucard’s balls again causing the pale man to yell out again and shiver down against the mattress. Sypha laughs and pushes her fingers into Trevor and works them around. Trevor sucks lightly at Alucard’s cock while using one hand to squeeze and kneed Alucard’s ass. 

“Baby, on your stomach now.” Sypha said lightly and Trevor pulled back and balanced up on his hands, knees still placed on the bed. Alucard rolls onto his stomach so he’s still flat on the bed. He gently tugs his panties down so the waistband framed the bottom on his ass cheeks. Trevor groaned behind him. 

Sypha smiled and scooted closer so Trevor could feel the cool silicone on the back of his thigh. Trevor in turn moved and using one hand he spread Alucard open so he could see his wet little hole. Alucard moaned and shifted his hips up as Trevor kissed up his spin and rubbed his cock over Alucard’s hole. 

“Breathe.” Trevor said and waited until Alucard let out a big breath to push in. Alucard usually wasn’t in this position, he was usually under Sypha or fucking Trevor. But he did his best to stay relaxed and let Trevor sink in slowly, filling him up. Alucard was breathing heavily and let out little ‘ ah ah ah’ and short whines by the time Trevor bottomed out inside of him. 

“Fuck Alucard, so tight, fuck hot” Trevor grumbled out as he rocked back. Alucard let out high moans and grabbed up the sheet under him. Alucard whined and moaned as Trevor groaned behind him. 

“You boys are having too much fun without me. Hold still Trev, Alucard you just keep him nice and warm for a little while.” Sypha said and only got a loud feminine whine out of the blonde man. Trevor just held still and tried to relax his bottom muscles. 

Sypha grabbed the small smooth syringe and drew it full of the clear slick. She slipped it into Trevor’s loose and relaxed hole. She then let the lube coat the brunette nice and deep, making sure the way is easy and painless. Trevor groans and lays his head against Alucard’s neck. 

The blonde however had no idea what was going on, nor was he worried about anything going on. He felt… euphoric. He felt full to the brim, perfectly full. He savored the feeling of Trevor breathing on his neck. He could barely handle how perfect it all was. The way the lace felt rubbing against his thighs, hips, stomach, and chest flooded his brain, the sensations all flooding him. He had his eyes closed and his ears were ringing, it was just a single touch away from being too much. 

While Alucard was dead in his arousal, Sypha lined up the dark colored silicone dildo up to Trevor’s loose relaxed hole. Trevor breathes heavily as Sypha presses in slowly. Trevor groans and melts until Sypha is completely done. She then rocks back and forth. Trevor groans and moans and breathes out quickly when the toy touches lightly on his prostate. 

“So cute, the both of you are so cute! Come now, Trev, don’t let poor Alucard just sit there.” Sypha says and pulls Trevor’s hips back, pulling him from Alucard’s tight heat. 

“Oh fuck fuck fuck- Baby, so good, so good.” Trevor groaned and started to fuck the whining vampire. Sypha smiled as she held still, happily watching the show. 

Trevor could only move back onto the dildo and forward deep into Alucard. He pushed up so he was on his hands and knees. Alucard whined and cried out and yelled when Trevor rammed up against his prostate. Alucard clawed tears into the sheet and shook against the bed. Sypha couldn’t help but bend over some and snap his bralette strap or the top of his stocking or his garter belt every so often. Each time it caused Alucard to cry out and let out high whines. Each time Alucard whined Trevor groaned because the blonde would clench up. 

“Okay, poor baby is gonna get sore and you look… conflicted.” Sypha said and placed her hands on Trevor’s hips. She started to quickly snap her hips forward and back, pulling Trevor at the same pace. 

Trevor let out loud deep rumbling groans and Alucard screamed and shook violently, cumming in his panties. It wasn’t soon after that Trevor shouted and moaned lowly and emptied himself Alucard’s puffy hole. Alucard shook and tears streamed from his eyes. 

Sypha pulled out and undid her harness and dropped it onto the table and shushed the boys. She guided a gummy legged Trevor to lie down next to a crying whimpering Alucard. She grabbed the tissue box from the coffee table and first wiped the lube from Trevor’s hole and cleaned off his cock and then wiped the cum that was dripping from Alucard’s hole but it kept coming so she stacked a few tissues and placed them under his butt and covered him up with his panties and rolled him over onto his back. 

“Best. Birthday. Ever.” Trevor said and let Alucard cuddle up to his side. The blonde was foggy eyed and shivering. There was a large wet spot in the front of his panties where the cum was discoloring the fabric. Sypha laughed and gave the birthday boy a suck top water bottle that he sucked down half of and then shared with the blonde who weakly sucked at the water. Sypha threw the blanket up over them and cuddled into Trevor’s other side. 

“Sleep Trev, I know you’re tired. I’m gonna make breakfast for dinner. Just sleep.” Sypha whispered and kissed Trevor again and again until his eyes drifted shut and he relaxed.

[silent-raven13]

Sunflower, will you...

Miles turns his body on his seat wearing all white since him and are friends celebrating him and Hobie's anniversary. They decided to do a beach party with at Miguel's private beach house in 928 world.

Everyone is always impressed how much money Miguel has, even when it comes to owning HQ and multiple houses- probably Lyla is able to make him rich quick with her skills.

Anyway, everyone was out wearing nice beach dresses and outfits to fit the warm Spring celebration. There was games, drinks, food and music on the large patio. Peter 616 working with Miguel on the grill, since he claims his burgers are amazing, while Miguel claims his carne asada is better than Peter's basic burgers.

"Oh come on, Miggy. My burgers are true! You can't have a beach party without burgers?" Peter said out loud wearing an apron that said 'The Grillfather', while bits of his gray hair fell over his head.

Miguel scoffs, "Pfft, una carne asada is the best way to good. Así!" He flip a large piece of steak on the other part of the grill while he wore 'Kiss the Chef' apron. He ran his mix of brown and gray hairs back with his hand feeling the windy sea salt breeze. "Gabriella, tráeme una cerveza!" He needed a cold one for today's perfect weather.

"Yeah,. Mayday! Get me one too!" Peter shouted.

Jess stood with MJ with a chuckle, "Men and their grills."

"Tell me, about it. Peter bought so many BBQ books to make the perfect burger." MJ giggles.

"OKay. Okay!" Gabriella said out loud with Mayday follow her as the two were busy playing Volleyball with Gerald and Billie.

Miles chuckles watch those two old Spider-men never stop bickering at each other. Gwen came by wearing a white tank top wearing flowy linen skirt, she had her long blond hair still dyed in rainbow colors underweight style, she still had her shave side with long side bangs , "Ohh, looks like your bae is coming this way."

"Hahaha, of course." Miles faces his partner, seeing Hobie walking over wearing loose linen casual short sleeve button up shirt, and some shorts with flip flops. Of course, he's wearing in black with some Hobie's punk touches to remain true to his fashion aesthetics. His button up shirt wide open to reveal his bare chest.

Unlike Miles, he wore all white with a bit of yellow flowers and cute designs and long cotton mix linen pants with flip flops. Pavtri stood with his wavy long hair tied into a man bun, then grins showing a bit of wrinkle smile, "Ohhh, what's he up too?"

Hobie came up to his partner with a smile on his face seeing his old Spider band friends around them. "Sunflower..."

"Bae." Miles smiles at him, showing the same love as they were sixteen. Nothing has change. Hobie had his longer thick wicks and grew out a goatee, which looks so handsome on him.

The tall man got down on one knee making everyone looking over with snickering and smiles. "Sunflower, will you marry me?" He grins widely with a playful smile, he reveals a box with a simple ring.

"Awee!" The women were awed at the romantic gesture while the men were chuckling.

Miles couldn't help letting out a shrill of giggles, "Hobie, we been married for thirty years now. You don't need to ask me every year to marry you."

Gwen and Pavtri laughs out loud. Hobie gave a puppy pout with his eyes going big like a teary Precious Moment character, "So, is that a no?"

"Aye, este chico." Miguel commented at this ridiculous proposal. The Spider Punker always do this since those two married.

Gabriella, a woman laughs at her dad's words as she passed him a beer, "Papá, you shouldn't be drinking so much. The doctor said you need to watch your intake."

"Ah, that doctor can go kiss my ass. I work too damn hard as Spider-man." He took a cold beer.

Mayday giggles, "I think it's cute. Hobie really loves Miles." A young Spider-woman with long wavy red hair as she handed a beer to her dad.

Miles cup his husband's face with his thumb gently massaging Hobie's cheek, his big doe eyes staring deep at his Punker's eyes, "Hobie, mi amor. No matter how many times you ask me, I will always say yes! I love you. So, yes, I will marry you." He gave him a peck on the lips.

Hobie happily took the kiss as the two been happily together in their fifties. He hugs his husband, "That's what I like to hear." Hobie put the ring in his husband's ring finger which made Miles giggles.

"Bae, you gotta chill with the rings. I don't have enough fingers for all the rings you give me." Miles kisses his husband again.

"I can't help myself, luv. This one is special, I made it mi-self, darling." The punker saw his husband's smiles widen showing more of his wrinkle smile. Even though, they were older they still look good for their age. His heart melts still seeing his Sunflower's big honey-brown eyes as if they first dated.

"Mm, then I'll have to wear this everyday then." Miles admire the gift, "I love it, bae. Thank you."

"Anything for you."

Billie already a grown woman happily went over to hug her big brother, "Awe, so cute. Hobie, how long your gonna do this? Don't you think proposing him every year is a bit much?"

"He loves me, boo-boo." Miles hugs his little sister. She grown to be a Detective in helping him solve cases on the Justice System and him being Spiderman.

"I will always show my Sunflower's my dying love, right luv." Hobie's one arm wraps on his husband's shoulders.

"I say keep going. It's so cute!" Pavtri said happily.

"For real, it's not hurting anybody." Gwen added.

Gabriella went over being so happy, "I wish I can find someone like you two! Ugh, but the dating community is sooo toxic right now."

"Your world, too!" Mayday gasps in shock, "Same!"

"Yeah, me too!" Billie let go of her brother to talk to the other women. "Like it's so shitty even when you try to get a good sneaky link."

"Aye, language!" Miles said, even though his sister is a grown woman, he always see her as his little boo-boo.

"Awe, what did I do?" Billie pouts.

Mayday giggles, "Come on, Miles! We're grown. We like having sex and meeting random guys on-" Gabriella roughly nudges her as she spotted their dad's glaring over. "Aye May, sshhhh! Our dads are listening!"

"Opps!"

"What was that May?" Peter asked in a serious tone.

"Nothing!" Mayday quickly said.

Miguel arched over to his daughter, "Hija, who are you seeing?"

"No one, papá!"

"Lyla!"

"No, papá! You can't make me be your little girl forever!"

"Like hell I can!" Miguel huffs.

Miles and Hobie chuckles as they got up to walk along the beach with their hands together, They tightly held each other, "Happy 30th anniversary, luv." Hobie felt Miles' head laying his head on his shoulder as they found a spot to watch the sunset.

"Mmm, happy anniversary, mi amor." Miles kisses his husband cheek. "I love you so much."

"Me too, darling. Me too." They nose nuzzle as the sunset and they kiss as a way to complete their perfect day. The party continues on with the craziness of their friends and families.

[victorluvsalice]

Sims 4 Valicer Outfit Fun II -- CC Edition

We interrupt your regularly-scheduled Chill Valicer Save updates with another "watch me play dress-up with my OT3 in Sims 4" post, courtesy of me downloading a bunch of custom content outfits a few weeks ago and having period brain this past weekend. :p Sometimes you gotta keep it simple, you know? Anyway, here's some new outfits for Smiler, Victor, and Alice, all with a lovely CC bent --

First up, Smiler in an outfit from @the-crypt-o-club's 2022 Simblrween offering, Angsty Adolescence! The half-plain-black, half-black-and-yellow-checked pants were a MUST -- they remind me a bit of what Agent Joytide was wearing during the Smiler Takeover! The alternating yellow-and-black plastic bracelets also felt very appropriate to The Smiler's general theme, and of course I had to give them the yellow sneakers with the happy face and rainbow doodles and the cute Freezer Bunny t-shirt in yellow. XD I think Smiler's also sporting some custom eye make-up, though I don't know if that's from this particular pack or one of The Crypt-O-Club's other Simblrween offerings. Looks good, though -- great for a party outfit!

Next up, let's have a Victorian Smiler, courtesy of @simmerofthedawn and their Men's Day Wear set from Part One of their Victorian Collection! This is a great set of men's suits, in both darker colors for Autumn/Winter and lighter palettes for Spring/Summer, so you'll always have a suit appropriate to the season! Plus they made a copy of the Vampires top hat and gave it SO many more swatches -- "33 shades" as per their own post! Seriously, the set is worth downloading just for THAT ALONE in my opinion. I naturally had to put Smiler in the swatch that contained the most yellow, and that proved to be this particular outfit -- even if the colors are a tad more muted than I'd like. Still, they look snazzy, and it is SO NICE to have a top hat that matches their outfit perfectly! :D

We now move onto Victor's section, featuring him in his Crypt-O-Club outfit -- or, at least, one of their Freezer Bunny shirts from the Angsty Adolescence collection, in a kicky blue. I'm not 100% sure on the shorts and shoes, though I would GUESS they're also CC, as that's what I was mainly working with during this "playing dress-up in CAS" section. *shrug* Either way, he looks pretty nice -- I think this would be a good "workout" look for him!

Back to Simmer Of The Dawn's Men's Day Wear for this picture, with Victor showing off one of the darker swatches for his outfit. In fact, I chose this particular outfit because it's actually as close to a "canon" Victor outfit as I'll probably ever get! The top half isn't quite right -- wrong type of necktie, waistcoat fastens too low down, coat tails are too long -- but it's still good, and the pants are REALLY good. Maybe a BIT dark, but still REALLY close to Victor's canon trousers. I approve. :D

And while we're on the "Victor in actual Victorian clothes" train, here's Victor sporting a suit from Simmer Of The Dawn's Victorian Collection Part Four -- the Men's Day Suit collection! These also come in darker tones for Autumn/Winter and lighter ones for Spring/Summer, and feature higher waistcoats, slightly different tails on the coats, and bow ties. Victor's in a Spring/Summer light blue ensemble because I thought it looked nice on him and fit his usual color scheme, paired with a pretty gray top hat. Perfect for a promenade around town!

The top hat from Simmer Of the Dawn remains, but we move onto a different creator for this outfit (minus the gloves and shoes) -- Historical Sims Life on blogspot, with their Boldness Beckons outfit converted from Sims 3! This is a nice, more wintery look for Victor, bundled up with a thick neck scarf against the cold. :) He looks very smart indeed!

And finally, we end on a couple of Alice outfits, starting again with Crypt-O-Club's stuff! Alice here is sporting a dress from I believe the DIY Or Die fan pack -- what can I say, it looked really good on her! The shoes are another swatch of the Angsty Adolescence Converse (seriously, I love those, with all the fun doodles all over them -- you can customize them for any personality), while the stockings should ALSO be Angsty Adolescence, but might be from another pack -- I've downloaded ALL their "fan made stuff packs" at this point, so. . . XD Still, it's a great "punk princess" look for her I feel!

And as for the Victorian look, I found this by @vintagesimstress -- the 1890s Working Girl Mini-Set! A couple of blouses and a trio of skirts based off what working-class ladies wore in the 1890s, as indicated -- Alice is wearing the shortest of the three skirt lengths because I like being able to see her feet. XD The set also comes with an apron overlay that you can put on as an "accessory" (under the "tights/stocking" option), but I forgot to put that on ^^;. Still, it's nice to see Alice in a classic Victorian blouse and skirt! Even if it's a bit weird to see her in anything that long. XD

And there we have it! I hope you enjoyed this CAS post -- NEXT week, back to the Chill Valicer Save and the store!

[202311073]

🎢 My Fantasy About Andre Rieu Before the Next Journey to...

We got out of the bus. I was 16, and my name is Frilly for my beautiful hair.

I’m wearing a short pink dress a to below halfway down my girly thighs. It’s tight of course around the waist and “bust.” It has cute buttons. It has warm stockings for the cold, cold, cold winter.  Hee hee hee!  (I getting used to this…)  I have a pink like bonnet beret, you get the picture, like “Little Miss Muffet.”  I have a cute made up animal backpack with lots of space. I have dress shoes on that are warm and sorta pointy. I have on my gloves. I have my hair smooth with waves at the very end and bangs combed to the side parted on the side some. The material is made by me and thick and strong and soft etc. It’s, like, perfect now!

So, Frilly has eaten well and exercised. Andre Rieu has some real children and some “adopted” ones. Frilly is not the littlest nor youngest etc. She is still gonna grow, but she is younger than Andre Rieu. So, she is 5’6”. I guess Andre Rieu is usually sorta around 6’. That’s tall for an American. There are fat men in California. The skinny girls cling to them, and they tall. Of course, I was just a little girl from Miami playing around in Disney World…

So, it’s still daylight. Frilly was ready and had fun on the bus… tho it’s the night that’s “fun.” “Florida” kinda fun.

She has a hard time wandering around the other people. Andre Rieu is doing his job and overtime with his peoples. Frilly rubs nearby and rotates towards him and says to her “adopted” dad since her dad is deceased, as her mom, who she never knew well… and he sees she is more tired than everyone else and picks her up and talks to her so she can relax and not “talk back” and he helps her to sleep. They arrive at the restaurant and she wakes up in his lap, and she gropes her hand around the toy. She has a hard time sitting so walks around eating. They get back on the bus and she sits alone in the back and Andre Rieu comes by to cuddle her in his lap since she doesn’t know she can’t really sit or else she’ll get tired, now.

They arrive at the “performing arts center” in East Germany.

Frilly is working with the young men. She gets treats and eats her meal and stuff. When she is done, she wanders around. She gets to sit with some of the gentlemen and boys in different tech…

When it is all over, they eat at a nice quaint place. They get back on a transportation and head for a nice big hotel.

Frilly has a great time in the shuttle with TV in it.

They get back and she wanders around and buys candy and hangs out and uses the gym!

They go back to the hotel rooms and shower and next day is another travel.

The next night at the hotel they get back a little earlier. They fall asleep watching movies. Frilly usually plays undercovers partly. She has pajamas on she loves a lot and great kinda full covering slippers. Her favorite TV shows that come on in the same places at the same time like at 3 AM were the cartoon of the cross eyed bunny and  a documentary about Audrey Hepburn (Dutch) and a lot about her in “My Fair Lady,” 1 year younger than her Gramma. So, this time, she gets to stay with Andre Rieu and he’s not alone today, with a few other people of different types and ages. She is up playing a game with some kids mostly. She is looking forward to waking up early as always using the gym an hour and the pool an hour. They have a surprise for Andre Rieu since he’s in charge and so cute and sweet. They bring in a cake and presents and have a party. They take a video and pictures and wind down and put on a favorite program. Some are on their devices or online. Next day is great. At the end of this one, Frilly goes to a children’s museum and buys food and some souvenirs, like a T-shirt, a keychain, and more. She goes crazy and at some point gets to see the “adopted” of some dad, who has his real children, and she’s not the youngest nor littlest there. She runs into him and bounces up and hugs him and she squeals when he lifts her up and carries her around and talks some around and other people come and they all have fun!... and life has lots of things and great media.