#i think it's aftershave?? like the packaging it comes in

[daenysx]

this is like the summary of my morning- without the boys, sadly. i woke up really bad and writing this helped a lot, i hope you enjoy too! ♡

poly!marauders x fem!reader, mostly fluff - a little hurt/comfort maybe

an almost ruined morning

you wake up angry for no reason this morning.

maybe no reason isn't right; you're stressed because of your final week, mostly thanks to the high pressure you put on yourself and one of your closest friends cancelled your study date for today. you blink your eyes open with slight panic, irritation makes your stomach achy. there's also a headache that starts forming, a nice ribbon on top of your package of stress.

it must be raining out there, you hear the water drops hitting against the window. the boys are nowhere to be seen, they must've woken up earlier than you. you leave the empty bed with glossy eyes, almost tearing up for not waking up early enough to get some school work done. that wasn't what you planned last night.

"there she is." james sees you first. he opens his arms for you. "good morning, pretty girl."

"morning." you mumble, burying your face to his chest. he smells like aftershave and shower gel, slight coffee and a hint of cigarettes which you think he gets from kissing remus. he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight.

"are you okay?" he whispers to your ear. you're sure he gives a look behind you to remus, not understanding what happens.

"i was gonna wake up early to do my readings." you say against his chest.

he strokes your hair, feeling the uneasiness in your voice. "it's still early babe, you can start after breakfast, hmm?"

remus comes next to you, rubbing your back and giving you a kiss on your hair. "i thought you were gonna meet with shelby today for studying."

he came home late last night so he doesn't know you won't be seeing shelby. "she cancelled. said she has something came up." you murmur.

"yeah?" remus raises an eyebrow. "does that mean we get to spend time together?"

you nod into james's chest, discomfort creeps into your hands. shaky hands, pins and needles. you don't know why you're so nervous.

sirius comes into kitchen, hand in his hair to shape his wet curls up. he gives you a huge smile when he sees you. "good morning!" he says brightly. you immediately sense he's in the mood for a happy morning. you wish you could feel the same.

"morning, siri." you say, still leaning to james but your face is turned to the boys.

"what's wrong?" sirius asks. "what's with the pout, angel girl?"

"i don't know." you admit. "i woke up angry and sad, and i wanna study but i can't. i don't know."

you say the last part with a shaky voice and that makes boys frown. you bury yourself back to james's chest, embarrassed and silly, you don't feel like you can deal with this. you're being too extra and you just woke up.

"okay." james says. "it's fine, baby, it's normal. let's go lay on couch a bit, yeah?"

remus gives him an approving look. james leads you into living room, you lay down angrily. he takes the fluffiest blanket to cover your bodies. you can hear sirius drying his hair in the bathroom and remus starts the kettle for tea.

you are more than willing to stay against james, he's big and soft for you. with his muscular arms wrapped around you, you feel safe. hidden from everything, and it's nice. he kisses your forehead, his glasses are on the coffee table. he rubs your back with a huge hand. you breathe shakily, definitely unable to relax.

"sweetheart." he whispers. "we gotta relax a bit, okay?" he puts your head on his chest, right where his heart beats. "can you follow my breathing?"

you try to do as he says. your eyes are closed, your ear is pressed against your lover's heart. it's not so easy to do but you succeed after a long minute. "it's okay." he whispers, kissing your head. "relax, baby."

your head stops pounding after a while, that's good. you hear silent steps into the room, remus comes in with a steaming mug and a full plate. he puts them on the coffee table before coming to your side, his long fingers are gentle on your hair.

"feel any better?" he asks. you nod, looking at him from james's chest. he motions the table with his eyes. "do you want to have some breakfast? i got you your favorite."

"thank you." you say, eyes filled with tears suddenly. remus coos lovingly, he leans in to dry your tears. you can't handle them being so gentle with you, feeling like you ruined their morning. they still take care of you when you're being useless on the couch. "i'm sorry." you say.

"sorry for what?" sirius asks, joining you in the room. "you're too lovely to say sorry for anything, babe, please stop."

you cry for a few minutes, letting it out with gentle encouragements from boys. the stress of everything makes you lightheaded, you don't want to feel like this. you don't want to cry over academics anymore, you want to be a person who can adapt to quick changes when things don't go as planned. your tears wet james's shirt but he doesn't seem to care, his calm eyes following you. you get tired. you feel so tired.

you sit up, done with the crying. you rub your eyes, remus holds your both hands in his one hand as he uses the other one to dry your tears softly. he has a look of understanding on his face, you are grateful for the sentiment.

"can i have some tea?" you ask. sirius hands you the cup quickly, you take a few sips before looking at them. james wants to wipe the look of guilt off your face, he holds your hand.

"i'm sorry." you say. "i don't know what came over me."

"you have nothing to say sorry for." james says. "it's okay if you don't feel well, lovely."

"it's just-" you start. "i can't spend the time i think of doing things by actually doing them and- it stresses me out. like i'm always competing against time."

you take another sip from your tea. saying what upsets you out loud is a nice feeling, knowing they'll never judge you. they actually listen and understand, they will stay with you no matter what.

"you have 10 days until the finals, right?" remus asks.

you nod. "but i have to finish a paper before that."

"but still it means you have time." remus comes, sits on the empty spot on the couch. he cups your cheeks, his heart breaks at the sight of your tired eyes. "i think- we can spend today by resting and helping you get some sleep. you brain can't function properly if you don't take care of yourself, dove."

you nod. "okay."

"okay." he kisses your forehead. "good."

you finish your tea, and take a bite of the breakfast remus prepared for you. you don't feel like eating much but still force yourself to eat some of it. remus takes your empty cup to kitchen and james leaves to open the window in the bedroom now that the rain has stopped. fresh air will be nice.

"don't worry please." you say softly to sirius. he looks upset, nothing like his sparkly mood before. "i'm sorry i made you sad."

he can't resist it, takes you into his arms. you are more than happy to follow him, putting your head on the curve of his shoulder. he keeps you, smiles only a bit. "you have nothing to be sorry for. i just- i hate seeing you cry."

"i know."

"i wanna put a smile on your pretty face." he says, cupping your cheeks. "you're cute with the pout, but i'd prefer a smile."

you smile. a real smile, just what he deserves. you actually show him your teeth, he kisses you. "do you really think i'm cute?" you flirt, trying to get one more kiss from him. his kisses are healing.

"i think you're more than cute." he kisses your nose. "i can prove it."

"are you trying to make her faint, pads?" james asks, coming back to your side.

he might be right because sirius has always had this effect on you. you lose yourself when he kisses you, and it's good. it makes you forget your problems. he makes you feel brave, like you can achieve anything you want. he kisses you once more, your eyes are closed. james admires the sight.

"finally got a smile on her face, do you see that?" sirius says. "don't be jealous, prongs."

"i'm jealous." remus says, sitting on the other side of you. "i want a kiss."

he is teasing more than usual, to cheer you up. you give him a good kiss as he takes you to his lap. james sits on the empty spot you left, playing with sirius's hair. it's definitely how they flirt.

"maybe you should put a smile on my face too, huh?" james says to his boyfriend. "gorgeous."

sirius kisses him, his hand slipping into james's curls. they start talking after, a quiet chat about their games. everything goes back to normal now that you feel better. remus keeps you on his lap, though. you don't think he'll leave you for a while. he likes the reassurance of your wellness, he likes the quiet kisses you press on his neck when you wanna stop thinking. he likes how you play with his fingers.

remus brushes his lips to the side of your head. "better, lovely?"

you nod. it's not a lie, you feel better. sometimes it's good to cry about things, especially when you're treated like this by your boys. you just need some time to settle down, you think. remus's lap is the perfect place to think about things and then forget them, he rubs your back with occasional neck kisses and you fall asleep right there.

♡

(ps; the pics are from pinterest, they don't belong to me)

[veala2]

“ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.”

SYNOPSIS - It was just a simple day at the market, and yet something about him seemed off than what you usually know. Not a bad off, just an off… and then you realized something more.

CW - fluff to the max, fem!reader (no mention of certain physical attributes), just a sweet read before you go to sleep. (´∀｀)♡

A/N - life is getting tough once again, so this was a good pick me up to write. hope you all enjoy it as I did making it!

Sometimes it’s often forgotten how bustling an island market can be while on a ship. The many vendors exhaustingly attempting to sell their goods, customers haggling and bargaining while they can, the loud noises and over all craziness that can ensue in just one day. It was easy not to miss.

So, when your dear cook asked if you’d like to come along with him to get groceries, you agreed in the hopes of a quiet day. But that was far from the case, at the moment.

“Damn, I forgot how crazy this place can be.” You said, astounded and a little nervous. Sanji simply laughed and motioned his hand towards you.

“If you feel overwhelmed, just grab my hand. I promise I won’t let go, Y/N- swan~”

You giggled at his sweet advances and intertwined your fingers with his. Making his eyes go wide and blood start spilling down from his face. You laughed once again at his silliness, and the two of you made your way through the bustling markets. Hand in loving hand.

The day seemed to go by like a breeze. It was funny how a simple day of buying groceries was as adventurous as discovering a new island. Sanji taught you which fruits and vegetables were ripe and firm, using charm to get the best deal on food, and enjoying the many food stalls scattered throughout the marketplace. With the sun shining brightly up in the sky, and not a single cloud in sight, today was starting to look like one of the best days you’ve ever had since joining the Strawhats.

Though, something peculiar was noticed by you as the day went on. Something that was unusual for anybody who knew Sanji.

During the duration on your trip, not once did the- usually love- sick- cook fawn or glance up at another woman. Which was strange, because even you could notice there wasn’t a lack of them. Women who, once Sanji noticed on his mental radar, would be engrossed by his antics until the moment he sailed off the island.

The chef simply kept his hand in yours. Doing his business and having a good time with you. It was sweet, but suspicious.

You thought maybe there was something more, but never thought deeply about it.

Curiously, you made your way up towards a stall selling different pieces of jewellery. Eyeing them all, almost mesmerised. The love cook noticed how your eyes glistened with the bright and colourful gems and stones.

“Fancy anything you see, dearie?” The elderly vendor asked, a gentle smile on his face. You smiled back and nodded, examining a particular pair of jewels that caught your eye. It wasn’t too heavy, and looked amazing against the colour of your skin. That smile of yours slowly dropped knowing you had just spent all your money on all the other vendors you passed.

Sanji noticed the expression on your face, thinking both to how cute you looked with that puppy-like pout and how many berries he managed to save in his pockets. He fiddled around before scourging up just enough money to pay the man.

“We’ll take it, sir.” He said. You were shocked and confused, grabbing Sanji by the shoulder.

“Sanji! It’s fine, I don’t need it.” You whispered. The old man had already packaged it and handed it to you. Sanji gave you a toothy smile, pulling you closer towards him by putting his arm around your shoulder. You made contact with the side of his body, taking note of his scent. Fresh, warm and spicy cologne. A cool aftershave. And the lingering of his signature cigarettes that somehow added to his incredible smell.

“It’s my treat, don’t worry about it. Any man would buy jewelry for such a beautiful woman as yourself.” He insisted, already thanking the man and walking away with you by his side.

A warm and fuzzy feeling grew from inside the pit of your stomach. You peeked inside the bag, a smile forming on your face. Cheeks round and glowing. That adorable smile that made the love cook fawn over you. Causing yet another round of nose bleeding. It was a safe bet to say there was nothing wrong with Sanji today, but the fact that he wasn’t swooning over the latest women he found in the market had you suspicious. But, you decided to put this off until later. Maybe then you’d figure out why he was being so… himself, but not himself.

As the night started to fall, the crew had rallied up and taken their positions at the dining table for their 5- star meal tonight. As per usual, since their chef wouldn’t make anything but. You peeked around the corner of the kitchen, noticing Sanji adding the finishing touches to the food. The delicious aroma wafting through the air and into your nostrils. If you hadn’t come to the kitchen specifically for Sanji, then you most certainly would have just a taste of his latest dish.

“Sanji!” you called, jumping up from around the corner. The man spun around, his eyes turning to hearts at the sight of you in front of him.

“Mon cheri! I’m so happy you’ve come to see me!” he announced, a stupidly cute grin plastered on his face. He noticed something shine from near you, stopping and gawking at what it was. The piece of jewellery looked even better on you than he ever could have thought or even dreamed. His face said everything it ever could have, and you couldn’t help smiling like an idiot, too.

“I take it, you fancy it?” You asked, in the same manner the vendor. He shook his head up and down fast. Going down to grasp one of your free hands and planting a soft kiss on it. You felt the heat rise up inside of you.

“You look like a true goddess, an enchantress of another world! My dear, you truly don’t know what kind of hold you have on me.”

God, could he be more idiotically charming?

“Do you mean that? Cause I saw how you weren’t really… yourself in the market today. You didn’t fawn or swoon over all the girls there like you usually would.” You expressed, awkwardly shuffling your feet and gazing at the ground. He gave you a look of confusion, tilting his face to the side, puppy- like.

“Why would I when I already have a beautiful lady here, right by my side?”

It felt like your heart was about to explode. Explode into small bits as cupid’s arrows have struck you right in the centre. You lunged at him, engulfing him in a bear hug. Hiding your face in his shoulder and taking in that scent that you loved so dearly. Sanji soothingly patted the back of your head and caressed your back with loving circles.

“Your stupid, you know that…” was all you could mutter, still hiding in his shoulder. He simply laughed and held you tighter.

“Sweetheart, the food is starting to get cold. So let’s go enjoy it before that happens.” He advised, having you quickly agree and already start to drool at the thought of eating. Sanji couldn’t help but laugh some more at your antics.

The entirety of the night, you couldn’t help but glance at Sanji at the dinner table. Him doing the exact same. Besides Luffy’s grabby hands at the others' foods, and Brook causing Nami to yet another angry punch, and everybody else’s antics, you felt as if it was just the two of you at the dinner table. Neither of you knew, but you were both thinking about how lucky you were to have each other in this lifetime.

Turns out there was something more. And you loved it.

[apoptoses]

what cologne(s) do you headcanon as daniel wearing (either during his mortal or immortal years)? i often see mention of armand noticing/enjoying the scent of daniel's cologne or aftershave in fics by you and others and i'm always curious to hear what particular fragrances people imagine he might pick out for himself (or what armand might pick out for him)

HELLO ANON i am so sorry it took me forever to get back to you on this one, it's one of my fav topics!!

so i don't see daniel as a hugely picky guy when it comes to scents. he's loyal to a particular deodorant brand because it's easy to get the same thing every time he goes to the store, he puts on aftershave because the girls and guys he's been with have commented on liking the smell. pre-armand i see him picking up stuff at the drug store, some old spice or mitchum or (once, on a whim) some jovan because he was curious what 'sex appeal for men' could smell like.

and then in the chase years he just doesn't care. he's living out of hotels, he smells like the shampoos and stuff provided in the room. he grabs whatever he can identify as deodorant from the drug store, which has led so some mishaps. he's gone around more than once smelling like flowers or baby powder because he accidentally grabbed something for women, but he can't read the labels and frankly he's too stressed to worry about it.

with armand? cologne-wise, he's getting an upgrade. no more drug store stuff, armand would drag him to the counter at a high end department store and get him something from a long established luxury brand. and daniel doesn't mind- it's the 70s, everything is woodsy and musky and it's all the same to him. he likes the experience though, being waited on and getting the nice packaging, and likes only having to use a bit because the scent actually lingers.

but like, deodorant? armand would have that man going without. i think he's a weird little scent freak and being a scentless being himself would be all about natural smells; the warm, human scent daniel gets the night they go out and end up playing basketball with some strangers in the street. a little sweat mixed with his shampoo and the detergent that lingers on his clothes, that's the ideal, fuck adding any extra scent.

and daniel feels weird about that, it's not the norm now, at least not where he's from. but on the other hand it gets armand on him like an animal and if it gets him a taste of the blood- whatever. it's fine, he'll live.

so YEAH tl;dr i don't think he cares too much haha he goes for convenience when its his choice, and when it's not his choice he's not gonna argue much anyways.

[ceasarslegion]

I havent been at my new job for long but i think i actually like being a man in a field otherwise dominated by women

Now that sounded bad without context, but hear me out before you judge

I work in a luxury skincare chain now. When I say "luxury," I mostly mean in price, but there's a reason for that. The stuff we sell is very specialized compared to the stuff you'll find at Lush or in the drug store. Like, that acne treatment is 75 bucks because it will utterly destroy your breakout in an hour. It's VERY good shit and I actually mean that after trying the welcome package they gave me in onboarding.

And men don't really... like skincare that much. It's toxic masculinity, right? Taking care of yourself is kinda frowned upon because moisturizing is for women, I guess. That's very much reflected in our customer base from what I've noticed too. The men we do get usually just grab a tube of aftershave, the only product that is undoubtedly for men, and check out.

But there's been times when I've been the one to greet them, and they suddenly relax a bit and become a lot more open to trying new things than they usually do with my other coworkers. Because it's a bit like toxic masculine confirmation to men like that that taking care of themselves is something FeminineTM when the only people they see shopping and working in-store are women. They're the odd ones out, until another fairly masculine man comes up to them and plays it completely straight.

I actually feel good about it because I can see that my presence has put a few men at ease already in their fears that addressing their discomforts and insecurities will somehow make them less of a man. That's what I mean when I say that I like being a man in a vastly women-dominated workforce: me being here makes other men feel like it's okay to take care of themselves

[nightmarefuele]

@apphrodite | here.

Bouncer One screws up his nose, watching Aftershave leaf out that envelope. Sends this look to Bouncer Two, all, We got a situation on our hands?

❝ Sweet as you seem, ❞ Aftershave tucks the yellow thing in real close (he even backs off a step - some muscle he is), because he wasn't expecting that, this real unruffled attitude about the lady, " I got orders -- "

And Thing One's hand swoops in, snatching that package so quick that Two's got his piece out and showing by the time Aftershave completes his spin. Sees it, which is just this slick Beretta number, but Two's thumb in the danger zone. Ready and waiting.

❝ Think we're just gonna let you walk with this? Shiiit ... ❞ Coaxing the envelope open, One is. Angling and squinting a look inside ...

Then all that throbbing sound in the place flattens out DEAD.

One and Two angle their heads (in order) around. There's a crackle, a fuzzy blanket of noise in the neon, come up through every speaker in the place like floaties to swimming-pool surface.

Thdump-ump, invisible microphone coming on.

❝ Well, now. Don't you fine fellas look like somebody spit in your cereal? Aht-ta-ta-ta-ta, uhh, no -- I wouldn't try to walkie your boys out there. Y'see, they're-eh, receiving a standing mutilation. ❞

Murmurs starting to bubble up from other rooms; that dance floor below, getting topsy-turvy-er by the second. Panic.

❝ Oh, and: every digital or analogue signal your little operation in there relies on to com-mun-i-cate runs through one lonely little private service, which, as of now, happens to be out of commission. So. Seeing as your mob employers don't give out handbooks for this sorta situation, why don't I reveal your cards? I have twenty barrels of gasoline rigged to blow in some very specific spots. ❞

Now people are screaming. (Well -- it's more like yelling, with these little yelps in-between; how much more does he gotta spell it out for them?)

❝ My demand is simple: one of you is gonna get me upstairs. I have a few requests to discuss with your employer ... Ta' do that, I need someone he trusts. And I believe Mizzz Beck-y here just volunteered herself. ❞

[heroofshield]

Comfortember 2022, Days 1-3, Hugs, Stressed, and Warm Food (Clint/Laura & BossGat)

Days 1 & 2: Hugs and Stressed (Clint/Laura)

Clint Barton bounced his leg up and down repeatedly, wishing the rental car agent would hurry it up with the paperwork. He was on his way back to Iowa, to see Laura and the kids, and it seemed like the universe didn’t want him to get there. First there had been a lockdown of the Triskelion when he was on his way out, something about a security breach, and he’d had to wait while security dealt with the issue. Missing his flight, he’d had to ask Deputy Director Maria Hill if she could get him on another one. That had come with a veiled ‘you owe me’ and as Clint sped towards the airport he didn’t want to think of what a favor from Maria might entail.

Barely making his new flight, the two connections and bumpy rides hadn’t made the trip easy. Now he was trying to keep his temper in check because it looked like the rental car agency had lost his reservation. “It’s not the agent’s fault. I’m sure the later flight didn’t help.” Clint told himself as the computer keys kept clicking away.

“Ah, here we are.” the agent said at last, looking up at Clint with a customer service smile. “We’ll pull your car up in a few minutes.” 

“Thank you.” Clint all but collapsed on the counter as the agent turned around to get the car keys. Slowly letting out a sigh, he picked up his back and walked outside. 

Getting into the car once it pulled up, Clint pulled out of the parking lot, merging into the highway…and into near gridlock traffic. Turning on the radio he heard, “-accidents in both lanes have caused traffic to back up to nearly five miles.” 

Letting out a groan, Clint rested his forehead against the steering wheel. “I’m never going to get home.” he muttered to himself.

–

It was late when he finally turned onto the access road that led to the farm and Clint was bone weary. Shutting off the engine, he grabbed his bag and walked up the gravel driveway, letting the frustrations of the day fall from his shoulders.

Clint knew from the time and the lights that Lila was asleep, but since there were a few lights still on he hoped that Laura was still awake. He’d texted that he was going to be later than expected but didn’t expect her to wait up for him. Quietly catching the screen door as he walked in, he set down his bag and lightened his footsteps over the old floorboards. 

“Hey stranger.” Laura smiled, looking up from the book she was reading on the couch. “Nice to see you finally made it.” 

“Somehow.” Clint rubbed the back of his neck with a hand and sat on the arm of the couch. “It’s been a day.” 

Laura let a half-smile appear as she placed a bookmark in her spot so she didn’t lose her place. “But you’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” she leaned towards Clint and breathed in his aftershave, the sharp pine smell that made her think of the woods of her childhood, as she gave him a kiss. “Need anything to eat? There are still leftovers in the fridge.” 

Clint shook his head, “I grabbed a burger on the way here, but thanks.”

“Anything I can do? You seem tense.” 

“Just a hug, traffic didn’t lighten up until way away from Des Moines.” 

“You know I’m always good for a hug.” Laura crossed the short distance between them, wrapping her arms around Clint’s sturdy torso.

Closing his eyes, he leaned into the hug, feeling the stress from the drive and the rest of his trip slowly melt away. “I missed you.” Clint said softly, wrapping his own arms around Laura as they continued the embrace.

“So did I.”

Day 3: Warm Food (BossGat)

Ros Shepard climbed the last step and rubbed the back of her neck as she walked towards the door of Shaundi’s apartment. It had been a long day at Technically Legal and she was starving but at the same time couldn’t muster enough energy to make something to eat. 

“And I already pulled out turkey slices from the package once this week.” she thought to herself while pulling out the apartment key and unlocking the door. “Pathetic does have its limits.”

Walking into the small place, she expected silence to greet her- everyone else was out trying to hustle for their nightly haul, but the smell of something wonderful greeted her. Inhaling deeply, Ros paused just inside while wondering what it was. Following the smell into the kitchen, she saw something she never thought she’d see, Johnny Gat standing next to the stove stirring something.

“What’s going on?” Ros asked from the doorway of the kitchen, still wondering if what she was seeing was real. “Who are you and what happened to Gat?”

“Funny Boss.” Johnny smiled while still concentrating on stirring whatever was in the pot. “Figured you could use something nice and hot after working all day.” Nodding to the table, he deftly switched off the knob to turn off the burner before cracking open the oven door a bit to check on the rest of what he was making. “‘Sides, gotta keep my cooking skills sharp or they’ll go rusty.”

“Knock me over with a feather, Johnny Gat knows how to cook.” Ros shot back with a smile as she walked over towards the table and sat where he’d indicated. “Mind telling me what you made or is that a secret.”

“It’s nothing fancy, just something my moms used to make.” Johnny replied, opening the oven door all the way to pull out what Ros saw to be some kind of roasted meat.

“Damn Gat, that looks edible.” Ros teased as he set it on the empty burners and then carefully grabbed the pot and dumped it into the sink. A cloud of steam rose up and the smell of cooked noodles wafted towards her. Taking off her heels, she flexed her feet to wake them up after being on them for so long, and watched as Gat went for two bowls and filled them with noodles, veggies, and some kind of sauce.

“Here we go; Teriyaki chicken noodle bowl.” Johnny said with a smile as he set one bowl in front of Ros and the other in the space across from her. Sitting down in the empty chair, he then opened the bottle of white wine that he’d had chilling in the fridge while Ros had been gone.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was a date.” Ros smiled as he poured the wine.

“And if it was?” Gat asked, tipping his face so he was looking over the rim of his trademark sunglasses. He’d be the first to admit that dating in their line of work wasn’t easy, too much could go wrong and he didn’t want to get hurt again. 

Losing Aisha had nearly destroyed him but it had been Ros, Shaundi, and Pierce that had pulled him through the worst. Then somewhere along the line Ros had become his best friend and someone he could just blink and hours had flown by. Now that they were in Steelport, trying to take down the Syndicate, he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side.

Ros finished her swallow of wine and set the glass down carefully, trying not to show how much the comment had surprised her. Her and Gat had always gotten along, they clicked when fighting and knew that the other had their back when the bullets were flying. “And I won’t deny I’ve had my share of sex dreams where Gat just fucking railes me.” she thought, feeling her face flush involuntary at the thought.

Taking a breath she continued cautiously, “If I say yes, would I be replacing Eesh?” 

“Not replacing, just moving on.” 

“Then that’s something I feel good about. Now let me eat for fucks sake, I haven’t had anything other than a power bar all fucking day.” Ros said with a wink, picking up her fork and digging in. Letting out a moan after swallowing, she continued, “This is just what I needed Gat after a long day at work.”

“Glad to hear it Boss.” Gat replied in his usual even tone, while inwardly glad that his mother’s comfort meal hadn’t lost its touch.

[antonia-starrvinova]

‘CEO John’

Working Title: ‘CEO John’ 

‘There are the cold Autumn mornings when John picks me up in his slate grey suit, sleek black matt Audi. Always opens the passenger door for me. Always with a palm to my waist, guiding me in. Always a gentleman. But he’s quiet. Not shy but reserved in a way that gives an air of stillness to our morning drives. A steadfast confidence, a sign that he will keep me like this. Keep us like this.’ 

➛ Genre: Romance  

➛ Status: Planning - a NanoWriMo WIP

➛ Themes: - ? -

➛ Warnings: 18 + only. This will be an 18 plus story so no one under 18 please.

Author’s note: This won’t be a fic from ‘start to finish’ because I will be posting drabbles as I come up with and build up ideas for CEO John. To see if I can come up with enough to start NanoWriMo 2022. 

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Expensive leather interiors. Cream seats. My passenger door shuts and he sits in the front. I don’t see his face, only hear his voice, the few words that he says.

‘The razor is there. Use it now.’ He sits in silence after, his knee wrapped in gray suiting, the back of his head trimmed neat exposing his neck, an arm of his glasses and his hand on his knee, turning his wrist to adjust his cuff links. I hear him, but hesitate at his request. It’s not normal. Not here.

‘I can go in.’

‘No, here.’ He tilts his mirror down. ‘Do it here.’

I shuffle against the leather, reaching for the razor. ‘Where are we going?’

‘Do this first.’

If I lean up to the back of his seat I will smell his cologne. I do. ‘But there’s no water.’ I say.

He reaches an arm behind, his fingers trailing under my knee. He picks up my leg, stretching it forward over the central panel, onto his lap, the knee that is visible to me. My heel rests on his inner thigh. Sliding patent against his suit. I’m still seeing the back of his head, the contours of his silhouette, with glimpses of his hands, cuffs, glasses and jawline. Clean, smooth. He wants me smoother.

‘That bad?’ I say.

‘Not bad, beautiful, but I need you pristine. Like the rest of you.’ He brushes me with foam and water, bristles against my skin. Soothing, tickly. He takes his time. He unfolds a towel from the glove box. Pristinely folded. The razor glides and he dries me.

His voice is utter calm. His words are reserved too. ‘Let me.’

I glide my other heeled foot into place, on his leg where he holds my ankle. The car smells of his morning routine. Men’s aftershave, leather. Packaging clicks and the dim lighting reflects off the gold plate of the Tom Ford bottle. He sprays, dipping his finger in fragrance, wiping it slowly, sensually up my leg. Trailing fingers up to the inside of my knee, hooking under and lifting to his lips. He place a gentle kiss there. Lingering.

I finally see his face as he’s turning to me. Poker. Sexy. His usual.

I inhale and it’s divine. Like a cocktail glass, spilled over the car in a moment of lust. Broken crystal. Clothes over the seats. His gray suit trousers. But it’s not lust I’m here for.

I sit in the back seat thinking of him spilling a very strong vintage drink down me, splashing down my legs, him licking them clean as I let him go higher.

He gets in next to me, admiring his handiwork, caressing my legs from the top of my foot up. His eyes have a calm spark. Almost casual. Like nothing is amiss. Nothing is sensual. Charged.

The cuff links are cold against my upper thigh. I’m watching his eyes. He smiles softly.

‘I don’t think you should -‘  I say.

‘You don’t want me to. Then I won’t’ he says. Stroking my legs once more before getting back into the driving seat.

He quietly watches me through his mirror as I fantasize about what I want him to do.

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Chapter 24

Chad woke up on Monday morning with a headache. What a weird dream, he thought to himself! I can’t believe that I would ever dream about anything as gay as that dream. It was so weird—this Master Bob guy, being fucked by a couple of dogs, sucking on Master’s cock, going shopping with Christy for new clothes, sucking off the starting guard on Arlington’s basketball team and then sucking off Master’s cock and sharing it with Christy. Too strange! Even coming home was bizarre. He came home dressed in Christy’s pink camisole top and white hot pants that made him look like a fag to begin with. His parents thought nothing of it and he showed them all the new outfits that he had bought. He even modeled a couple of the really gay ones for them and they seemed very supportive of his new lifestyle.

Oh, well. I guess even the best of us ladies men have these kinds of weird dreams, Chad said to himself. He jumped out of bed and into the shower. He paid particular attention to making sure that he was really clean. I can’t wait to get to school. I’m going to get into one of those cheerleader’s pants tonight. Suddenly, he got real sick to his stomach. He couldn’t stand it. His mind was focused upon a naked cheerleader’s cute ass and it was making him sick. Chad then remembered his dream and sucking off a guy’s cock. As the image replaced the girl’s image in his mind, the sickness left and Chad began to get really turned on. His little dick started to get hard. Chad didn’t seem to even notice that his cock had shrunk to the size of a five year olds’ dick. “God—I’ve got to get a hold of myself and stop these gay thoughts!”

Chad got out of the shower and dried off. He paid particular attention to how his hair (was it longer?) was styled. He even put on some really great smelling aftershave, which he never did. Chad went over to his underwear drawer. He pulled out a tight fitting thong. Although he had always worn boxers, he really loved how these tight white thongs fit him (wow, do I look hot!). He then picked out one of his new shirts (tighter than he normally wore). He grabbed one of his new low rider jeans and pulled them on. He loved the look of the outfit on him and really liked the fact that the t-shirt rode up on him and exposed his stomach. Chad then finished the outfit with a new pair of shoes. He really thought he looked good today. As he looked at himself in the mirror, Chad didn’t even notice how he put his hands on his hips and modeled much like a female high fashion model.

Breakfast was a blur. Chad’s mom kept commenting on how good he looked and how much she liked his new look. Chad gobbled down his breakfast and headed out to school. When he arrived, some his buddies yelled over to him. When Chad waved back to them, he didn’t even realize how limp wristed the wave was. He walked in with the guys to his first period class. He kept noticing the guys walking in front of him. He thought how great they looked in their jeans. He could not keep his eyes off of their tight asses in their tight jeans. Inside, Chad started boiling over. He hated these thoughts—he wasn’t gay. But he could not seem to stop gay thoughts from coming fast and furious. He kept thinking about guy’s bodies and his little dick started to get hard. When his buddy Jeff showed up, Chad could not help but think about the package Jeff had in his jeans. He knew that Jeff was hung like a racehorse and he was so turned on by that thought.

All through the morning, Chad struggled with his thoughts. He kept telling himself that he was a regular guy but every time he would look over at a girl and think about her (which was his normal classroom activity), he would get sick to his stomach. He would then quickly switch and start thinking about some guy in class and how hot his body was and how much Chad would enjoy caressing it. He would get so excited from this and the pleasure would almost take over his body. The guys were starting to get creeped out by the way that Chad was staring at them.

Luckily, Chad managed to make it to lunch. He fully intended to sit with his buds on the basketball team but then he saw Lance Peterson sitting in the corner by himself. Chad would normally never give Lance the time of day except to give the queer a hard time. But today, well, Chad saw Lance in an entirely new light. He could not believe how handsome Lance was and how hot his body was. Chad felt himself getting so turned on by Lance. Inside, he was seething. Get away from that fag, he told himself. But he could not seem to really control his body and found himself walking over to where Lance was eating lunch. He felt his heart start to race, as he got closer to this really hot guy.

“Hi, Lance. Do you mind if I sit down and have eat lunch at your table?” Chad said in a chirpy voice. Lance looked up and about had a heart attack. This was one of the big jocks in the school. What did he want with Lance? Why was he even talking to him (normally, the jocks only talked to him to call him a fag or a queer)? “Sure, help yourself”, Lance said cautiously.

Chad sat down opposite Lance and was so happy that he was able to sit with him. For his part, Lance wondered what was up with Chad. He was dressed so different—almost in an outfit that screamed gay boy. Chad started talking to Lance in such a nice way that it made Lance relax a bit. Chad told Lance how he was going through a bunch of major changes. “You know, Lance, I used to be such a dumb jock but now I really have become much more sensitive and tuned to the environment around me. I used to only think about how I could get laid and get into some girl’s pants. I’ve really decided that that is not for me. There are so many other interesting things to do or people to get to know—like you.” Lance was really taken back at all of this. For his part, Chad was screaming inside to stop this god awful talk with this fag but he could not stop himself from continuing to flirt with Lance.

“I would really love to get to know you better. You really are a very interesting and handsome guy. It’s amazing that we have never been friends. I’d really love to get to be good, close friends if you know what I mean.” Lance was smiling on the inside. This big jock was hitting on him! He could not believe that this lady-killer was now acting like some smitten little fag trying to pick him up. He even felt Chad’s shoes rubbing up against Lance’s. Chad kept looking deep into Lance’s eyes. Yep, this guy really is hitting on me!

It did not go unnoticed in the lunchroom. Why was the school’s number one jock dressed like a queer and now sitting down engaged in a very friendly discussion with the gay guy Lance? They seemed very friendly. Chad even kept reaching our and touching Lance on the elbow or on his hands. They looked like a couple of fags preparing for a hot date!

Which was precisely what Chad had in mind. He really wanted to figure out how to make Lance, this really hot guy, want to take Chad as his lover. Chad thought that Lance was the most handsome and hot guy that he had ever seen and he was determined to make him love him. Just being around Lance created so much pleasure in Chad. He was so disappointed when lunch was over and they would have to go their separate ways. He asked Lance if they could have lunch again tomorrow. When Lance agreed, Chad was so happy that he leaned across the table and gave Lance a little kiss on his cheek. The entire lunch room saw it and could not believe it.

Chad was in seventh heaven. He actually kissed Lance on the cheek. He loved the feeling of seducing this really hot guy. But he ran into all kinds of trouble after lunch. His friends kept calling him a fag and a fairy. They wondered what was wrong with him. Chad on the inside felt like he was going to explode—why couldn’t I tell them I’m not a queer? Outside, Chad just smiled and took the abuse. He didn’t care what his old friends thought about him. He only cared about Lance and getting to know him.

It continued over the next couple of days. On Tuesday, Chad wore a t-shirt that said ‘Mad About Boys’ on it and another pair of light low rider jeans. He had lunch again with Lance. Lance could not believe that this former jock was really hitting on him. Chad sat right next to him in the lunchroom and kept whispChloeg in Lance’s ear. He felt Chad’s hand on his knee. Lance also felt different. Whereas in the past he was a very docile person, he started to feel very dominant. Whereas before he was considered a weakling, for some reason his body was really toning up and getting muscular. His dick had even grown and looked to be nearly nine inches long when hard! He had no idea that Bob was making these changes happen. Lance began to think about Chad as becoming his little bitch toy. He thought Chad might be fun to be a fuck boy for him and a cum receptacle for Lance. He could not believe how overtly gay Chad had become.

“Do you want to be my little bitch?” Lance asked Chad. Chad was overjoyed. This was exactly what he wanted and to be the bitch of the hottest guy in the school was so exciting. “Oh, yes. I’d love to be your boy toy.” Lance smiled. This could be fun.

“If this is what you want, I want you to shave your body below your neck tonight. The only hair I want to see on you is a little tuft of hair above your pathetic dick—you know, like a porn star. And I want you to wear something really sexy and really gay tomorrow to show me you really want me to take you. Now, come over here and give me a kiss.”

Chad was shaking when he leaned over and gave his love a wet kiss on his lips. He felt Lance force his mouth open and felt his tongue explore his mouth. Chad could not believe it—he was being French kissed by this handsome stud. He loved the feeling of Lance’s lips and responded accordingly. Chad put his arms around Lance’s neck and hugged him as they kissed. The entire lunchroom looked at the two fags making out. Most were almost sickened by this display of gay passion.

Finally, Lance broke off the kiss and told Chad that he would see him tomorrow and they would do something special. As Chad walked away, he felt Lance squeeze his ass and it felt so great. As Chad was leaving the room, a couple of his teammates cornered him. “What the fuck is up with you? When did you become such a queer? I thought you were out to fuck Christy and now you just seem to want to act like a fairy with that fag Lance. You had better straighten your act up or else!”

Chad almost cried. “You guys don’t understand. I love Lance. I really want to be with him. I’ve always been this way and I guess I just hid it from everyone. Please leave us alone.” The guys walked away shaking their heads. They told the sissy that he had better not try anything in the basketball locker room or they would make sure he got kicked off the team.

Chad managed to make it through the rest of the school day. He got to basketball practice early so that he could get dressed before the rest of the team arrived. He was shooting foul shots (or at least trying to) when the rest of the team arrived on the court. “Look at the sissy fag. He even shoots like a girl!” It was true. Try as he might, Chad was shooting the ball just like a girl would. It was like he had not strength as most of the time he had trouble even getting the ball to the net. The team began to scrimmage and Chad was awful. He ran like a girl and shot like a girl. The rest of the team kept calling him a fag and a sissy. Inside, the old Chad kept trying to come out but the new queer Chad was all that people saw.

At the end of the horrible practice, Chad and the rest of the team were sent to the showers. “Don’t try anything funny, you little fag,” said Mike. When they were all in the shower room, Chad couldn’t help but look at the guy’s tight butts and their big cocks. He really loved how the guys looked when they were soaping up their bodies and especially when they washed their dicks and balls. His little cock started to get hard. “Hey, I think the little fag likes us. Have you ever seen a more pathetic little dick on a guy.” The team all laughed at Chad and told him he had better be thinking about quitting basketball and taking up knitting or maybe even cheerleading. “A fag like you would probably love to dress up in the cheerleaders skirt and top and wear a bra and panties, wouldn’t you fag?”

Chad was crushed. He just kept on sobbing and got dressed as fast as he could. His former friends were all abandoning him. Thank goodness he had Lance. He could not wait to spend more and more time with Lance than his old friends. Lance would love him and Chad would love him back and that was better than basketball anyway.

Chad got out of bed the next morning. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked really hot with his newly shaved body. His legs and chest was baby smooth. He had shaved his cock and balls perfectly smooth. He just left a little ‘porn star’ tuft of hair above his little dick. His ass looked really cute—it just kept on getting rounder and hotter looking. He got dressed—wearing a pair of tight bikini briefs, a baby blue tank top, a pair of khaki slacks that were so tight and a pair of shoes with a medium heel. He wanted to look hot for Lance so he had picked out a shirt that was short and exposed his midriff. He spent lots of time getting his longer hair just right and ended up pulling it back in a ponytail.

The day went by like a flash. Chad paid little attention in any of his classes since he could not wait for lunch so he could see Lance. And then after school—well, who knew what might happen after school! At lunch, Chad snuggled up to Lance at the lunch table. Lance seemed even taller and more hunky to Chad. He was really so hot today. Lance loved his little swishing ex-jock who was trying so hard to seduce him. Lance had discovered he was gay when he was in junior high school. Being a skinny and unattractive guy, he had never really had many relationships and he was always the submissive one when he did get with a guy. Now, it was like a dream come true for him. He had always fantasized about getting it on with one of the really hunky jocks at the school. For whatever reason, Chad was now playing into his fantasy. Lance was now going to be the dominant one finally; in fact, he was feeling so dominant now and could not wait to break this new boy toy down and make him his personal fuck slave. He knew that he could turn Chad into anything that he wanted him to be.

Chad just hung on every word that Lance said and held on to his arm as they ate lunch together. Outwardly, Chad would do anything to win Lance’s love. Inside, his brain was sickened by the way he was swishing around and acting. He couldn’t believe he would wear a blue tank top that said Boy Toy on it. He could not stop himself from throwing away his real maleness and acting like a swishing fag trying to get fucked by this Lance guy. Try as he might to break the spell that seemed to be on him, he couldn’t stop himself from holding hands with Lance, from thinking about how good it would be to sleep with Lance and from kissing Lance. He was sickened by all of this but he could not stop himself. He really could not stop himself from whispChloeg in Lance’s ear, “Why don’t you come over to my house after school today? We can go up to my room and I will make it very worth your while. If you want, you can even spend the night. My parents know that I am gay and don’t really mind if I would bring a guy over for the night.”

Lance was thrilled. He was going to get a chance to fuck this jock over and over. But he wanted to play with Chad’s mind again. “I don’t know. I may have something else to do that is better.” Chad was crushed. He began to tear up and sob as he sniffled and begged his desired lover, “Please Lance. I love you and I will do anything for you. I really need you to come over to my house and let me make you feel good. You can do anything to me. You can fuck me in my mouth or in my ass. I’ll suck you off so well. You will love being in my mouth as my tongue licks your beautiful cock all over. I will be your little boy toy and fuck slut. I’ll make sure that you feel so good. You can do anything to me—tie me up or spank me or beat me. I only want you to be happy and will do anything to please you. Please, please please come over!”

Lance loved seeing this former jock so humiliated that he was in tears begging Lance to come over and fuck the shit out of him. Lance lifted poor Chad’s face up and dried off his tears. He told him he would come over after dinner and play with Chad. He gave Chad a gentle kiss on the lips.

Chad was so happy. He was going to be very, very good for Lance in bed. The rest of the day seemed to blur by. He didn’t even notice all the verbal abuse he got from almost everyone in the school. Chad could not wait to get home and get his room ready for Lance. He cleaned everything up and even put satin sheets on the bed. At dinner, he told his parents that Lance was coming over and they were so thrilled for their gay son to have a special friend come over to spend the night with Chad.

Chad was so fidgety waiting for Lance to come over. Finally, at 7 pm, the doorbell rang and when Chad opened the door, it was Lance. Chad rushed into his arms and gave him a big wet kiss. He took Lance by the hand and brought him into the house. Chad introduced Lance to his parents who told the boys to have a good time. He then led his new lover up the stairs and into his bedroom. Chad was so nervous that Lance would not like it but Lance seemed to think it was a pretty neat room. Lance sat on the bed and told Chad to do a slow striptease for him. Chad was only too happy to comply. He slowly took off his blue tank top to reveal his tight stomach. Chad reached down and unbuttoned his khakis and slowly pulled them down his legs. He was now clad only in a tight pair of briefs. He turned around and wiggled his newly rounded and sexy ass at Lance. He very slowly hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and began to pull them off. He continued to wiggle his ass at his lover while his pulled his underwear off. Chad was now completely naked. He turned around, embarrassed by the size of his little dick.

Lance loved the look of this fuck boy. He was totally shaved below his neck except for a cute little tuft of pubic hair above his little cock. He cock looked like a little boy’s dick. Lance loved the look of Chad’s bubble butt. He motioned him over and told him to kneel at Lance’s feet. Chad immediately fell to his knees in front of Lance. He would do anything for his lover. Lance looked down at his boy toy and felt the power to control him growing. He told Chad to take Lance’s shoes and socks off and clean his feet with his tongue. Chad feverishly removed Lance’s shoes and socks and immediately started to lick his feet with his tongue. Oh, how he loved making Lance happy and he loved licking his feet and cleaning them. Inside his mind, Chad could not believe that he was now naked and on his knees giving this other fag a tongue bath for his feet. He was so embarrassed by all of this.

Lance loved the feeling of having such control over Chad. He looked down at the boy licking so energetically at Lance’s feet. He told Chad to stop and told him to lie over Lance’s lap. “You need to have your ass reddened a bit by getting a spanking. Chad got up and immediately lay over Lance’s lap. He felt the sting of Lance’s hand as he began to get spanked. Got, this was such a turn on. His tiny cock began to get hard. He could feel Lance’s huge cock through his jeans. Lance continued to spank Chad’s bare ass. He wanted to hear him cry. Chad tried hard not to sob but finally he couldn’t hold out any longer. He began to sob like a girl. Lance loved hearing his new sissy crying and stopped the spanking. “You needed to be punished and now you can get your reward.”

Chad knew that the spanking was for his own good. He stopped his sniffling and was so happy when Lance told him to undress him. Chad unbuttoned Lance’s shirt and took it off. He rubbed his hands all over Lance’s hot chest. He then undid his jeans and unzipped him. He feverishly pulled down Lance’s pants and removed them. His lover stood in front of him clad only in a pair of tight briefs. Chad caressed Lance’s tight bottom through his briefs. Lance’s big cock was straining at the front of his briefs and Chad could not wait to see it. He pulled Lance’s underwear off and both the boys were now naked.

Lance pulled Chad’s body up against him and began to kiss him. Chad felt Lance’s tongue enter his mouth and explore it as his own tongue gently met it. Chad felt Lance’s huge erect cock up against his own inadequate dick. It felt so good to feel his cock pressing against Chad’s groin and stomach. Lance was squeezing Chad’s ass and pulling him up against him. Chad loved the feeling of Lance’s body against him and the delight of Lance deeply kissing him. Chad began to caress Lance’s body and pull him tight against him.

Lance broke off the kiss and told Chad to give him a tongue bath. Chad started with Lance’s face. He licked it all over, paying particular attention to his earlobes and his luscious lips. He then started to give his chest a tongue bath. He licked and sucked at Lance’s nipples and loved the taste of them. He sank to his knees and licked each one of his legs and thighs. He kept getting closer and closer to Lance’s cock but wanted to tease him a bit before he took that prize. Lance turned around and Chad began to lick at this ass. He loved licking Lance’s beautiful ass and spent lots of time on his butt crack—licking as deep as he could. He then began to lick and suck at Lance’s beautiful asshole. He began to rim it with his tongue and then began to playfully push his tongue in and out of the sexy hole. Each time, he was able to thrust his tongue deeper and deeper in Lance’s shit hole. He loved the taste of his lover and could not get enough. He knew that Lance loved this action.

Lance then turned around and faced Chad. Chad began to slowly lick Lance’s big balls. He loved the feeling of the balls on his tongue as he played over the surface of the wrinkled balls. He then began to lick Lance’s shaft. He went up and down slowly and savored the feeling and the taste. He then started to lick at the massive head of the big cock. He could not wait to get this cock in his mouth.

Lance looked down at Chad. The big tough jock was nothing but a simpChloeg cock licker now. He loved the look of Chad’s tongue licking Lance’s cock. He knew that this jock was now his sissy lover. He told Chad to stop licking and start sucking. Chad was overjoyed. He began to take Lance’s nine-inch cock into his mouth. He loved the taste of it in his hot mouth as he sucked on it and rubbed his tongue all over it. He took more and more of the delicious cock in his mouth until he had all of it. He continued to deep throat Lance’s cock. It was so good. He loved the feeling of a cock in his mouth and just knew he was meant to be a cocksucker for the rest of his life. He could not image anything more exciting than to have another man like Lance as his lover.

Lance looked down as Chad energetically sucked on his dick. This boy toy was going to be good. He was a great cocksucker. Lance wanted to sample the rest of Chad. He told him to stop and bend over the bed. Chad looked so hot with his sexy bubble butt in the air. Lance grabbed some lube and put it on his big cock. He then lubed up Chad’s ass with his fingers. Chad loved the feeling of being finger fucked by Lance! He then felt the head of Lance’s big cock at the entrance to his puckered hole. With a push, it entered Chad’s ass and he began to moan with pleasure. Lance kept pushing his cock inside Chad until Chad could feel Lance’s big balls slapping against his ass.

Lance began to vigorously fuck Chad, ramming his cock in and out of the formerly haughty jock’s ass. He knew that Chad was enjoying it as he began to meet each thrust of Lance’s cock with his ass. Chad loved the feeling of getting fucked by Lance. This was what he was made for—to be a cum receptacle for his lover. He could not wait to feel Lance’s hot cum fill his ass. Finally, Lance began to shoot his hot cum in Chad. It felt like a quart of cum filled up Chad and it was awesome. Chad was moaning and almost sobbing as Lance’s hot cream filled up his asshole. He felt empty when Lance began to pull his cock out of Chad.

He told Chad to lick him clean. Chad was overjoyed and immediately took the cock in his mouth and began to lick the delicious juices off. He loved the taste of cock, cum and Chad’s own ass on the cock. He worked the cock in his mouth and made sure that Lance was very clean. He could feel the cum oozing out of his ass. He reached behind and scooped up some of the cum leaking out of his ass and put it in his mouth. He loved the taste of Lance’s juice. When he was done, Lance pulled him to his feet and once again deeply kissed him. Chad loved Lance and wanted him to never leave him. He would do anything to be Lance’s lover.

They made love over and over again that night. Master Bob had given Lance the ability to recover quickly. Chad took Lance’s cock up his ass again and sucked him off twice more. Finally, he fell asleep in Lance’s arms—content to be sleeping in his lover’s embrace. When he awoke the next morning, Chad gently slid down Lance’s body and took his soft cock in his mouth. He could not get enough of Lance’s cock! Lance began to stir and his cock began to harden in Chad’s mouth. Chad gave Lance an awesome blowjob and swallowed every bit of his tasty cum. He then took Lance by the hand and led him to the shower. The two lovers showered together and Chad washed every inch of his love’s body. He paid particular attention to soaping up and fondling Lance’s cock and ass.

The two boys dressed and headed off the school. They arrived hand in hand. As they departed to head for their respective classes, Lance leaned over to Chad and gave him a very deep kiss. The two gay lovers embraced in front of everyone and kissed. Lance was fondling Chad’s ass and Chad was rubbing Lance’s back. The two ended their kiss and went to class. The school could not believe that Chad was this much of a sissy fag to do all this right out in the open. But they soon got used to the sight of the two fags walking hand in hand or kissing or rubbing each other’s body.

Lance spent the next several nights at Chad’s house. He became the dominant one in the relationship. Chad was like a girl—waiting for his lover to make the first move and concentrating on only pleasing his man. He was truly a gay fag. He didn’t even notice girls anymore but only guys and only Lance in a sexual way.

When Lance awoke on Saturday morning to his usual morning blowjob from Chad, he was in bliss. When he came as usual in Chad’s mouth, he then reached down and kissed him. He quickly got dressed and left to run some errands. He was going to meet Chad for dinner that night.

Chad was getting out of the shower when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. It was Christy. “You do remember your appointments today, don’t you? And your first one is with the Arlington basketball team. I thought that they might like to get a blowjob from a cheerleader. You are now an honorary member of the cheerleading team and here is your uniform to wear today.” Christy pulled out a red, white and blue cheerleader, pleated skirt red athletic bra and cheer panties. “You will be such a turn on for the other team to see the star guard and captain dressed in a cheerleader skirt on her knees giving them each a blowjob. Time to get dressed and moving so you are not late.”

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[mountswhore]

helloo!! request for pulisic so maybe

like y/n going out for a girls night and she wear this revealing sexy outfit and chris sees it and he is so turned on but also worried that other guys might hit on her so he says ‘im goin with you’ and the whole night is just protective chris and he has his hand on her waist the whole time

and he like almost gets into a fight with another guy who was hitting on y/n

idk just some protective fluffy chris😌😌

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — christian pulisic

summary: after buying a rather fitting dress, christian decides he'd rather join you on your night out.

notes: requests are OPEN + decided to make this a blurb

You had been impatiently waiting for your night out for weeks. You found a date the whole group of friends had off work, and set it in stone. And you'd been preparing for it for the entire weekend. You'd gotten your nails done, made sure your hair was trimmed the week before, and spent hours browsing every fashion website you knew trying to find the perfect dress. And you'd finally found it.

You had held off on showing your boyfriend until it arrived, and when you spotted the pink package sitting by your gate, you squealed in excitement. Christian stared at you in bewilderment as you leaped across the driveway in nothing but some shorts and a sports bra. You'd returned back to the house and shivered from the sudden impact of cold weather, and sat on the couch.

"What's that?"

"It's the dress I ordered for the night out tomorrow," you explained, pulling at the packaging and barely giving a second glance to your boyfriend, "you know, the one you rudely cancelled on?"

Christian nudged you with his hand gently as he sat down beside you, "I am knackered from training, I need my day off to be full of rest."

"Whatever, I didn't think this would arrive in time. I was beginning to get worried." You sighed in relief and held the garment to your chest, admiring the fabric.

It wasn't until tomorrow evening that plans had changed. Christian had decided his cozy night in would be exchanged for a boozy night out with you and some friends. It wasn't until he'd seen you in the dress. It had your curves on show, your cleavage, it was very short on your frame. It was stunning, and Christian thought you looked good enough to eat.

"What are you doing?" You asked Christian, who was dousing himself in aftershave after getting out of the shower. You had yet to do your hair, and planned to meet your friends in twenty minutes to pre-game.

"I'm coming with you," he mentioned casually, as if he hadn't changed his mind last minute, "you look too good. Can't be having you listening to any horrible pick up lines all night, can we?" You giggled, pressing a light kiss to your boyfriend's cheek before disappearing to do your hair. You didn't admit it, but you felt a million times better with Christian coming with you. You always felt safe and protected around him, and now you could comfortably have fun with him too.

The two of you were at the club forty minutes later, slightly buzzed and ready to party. It was quite dark, and Christian knew all too well just how bad you were at walking in heels, so he held your hand the whole night. Waiting outside the bathroom for you, dancing with you, ordering you drinks. As much fun as you were both having, it was rather romantic having him entirely devoted to you all night.

[seasonsofeverlark]

Good Things Come In Small Packages

Author: @endlessnightlock

Prompt: Hello! My birthday is coming up on March 27 and would love a fic! Anything Everlark!! ❤ [submitted by @bethpeaches123​] 

Rating: T for cheeky sexual innuendo

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy this meet-cute @bethpeaches123! Thank you to @rosegardeninwinter for pre-reading this for me. Word count: 1100 words _______________

Katniss blows a stray strand of hair out of her eyes in irritation. She hates going out to shop in the evening. It always turns out that you can never find what you need because things have already been picked over. After wading through a stream of people buying random stuff like groceries and toilet paper, then past enough newborn onesies to make even the most decidedly silent biological clock think about roaring to life, Katniss finds herself where she needed to be—at the very back of the children’s department of Wal-World, facing the humongous shelving units used to display the store’s diapers. But there’s a problem. 

“Assholes,” Katniss murmurs under her breath, directing the swear at whichever corporate employees were responsible for the floor design of the store. The spot designated for the brand and size of diapers she needs is empty, save one package on the top shelf, way out of her reach. 

The solitary twenty-four count bag of diapers with the cute baby on the corner taunts her, knowing she can’t reach it eight feet off the floor. It’s an impossibility for someone five foot nothing to reach. The needs of folks on the shorter side were not kept in mind when they put this display together.

Katniss frowns up at the top shelf. She really can’t leave without those diapers. If she weren’t wearing a dress, she would just kick off her shoes and climb the shelves, she decides. Even if it leaves her ass on display for the local shoppers, she still may have to. 

Katniss is still debating the merits of just going for it when a sensation passes through her body, alerting her she’s no longer alone in the diaper aisle. Someone has approached from behind, and she picks up the pleasant whiff of spicy aftershave coming off of them. It’s a man which, whatever, but the important thing is she can sense using her peripheral vision that he’s tall enough to reach the very top of Diaper Denali. 

Katniss wouldn’t usually talk to random strangers in the store, but she’s in a desperate situation. Telling herself to drop the frown she’s been wearing most of the day so the guy isn’t put off before she can get his help, she turns enough to take a discrete peek at the newcomer. 

He’s blond, broad-shouldered, muscular, and pretty attractive. Nothing about his appearance screams weirdo to her. He smiles at her, and the way his eyelids crinkle around a pair of light blue eyes makes him seem friendly. 

Now that she has his attention, Katniss gestures to the top shelf of the diaper display. It surprises her how natural it is to ask him for help, although a sudden flutter of nervous butterflies takes off in her gut.

“I’m sorry to be a pain in the ass, but could you give me a hand? I’m so short.” The guy chuckles, and god, he is so cute, she realizes. “Would you mind grabbing that package of Hugz size four off the top shelf for me?” 

“Yeah, of course,” he says, stepping closer to her. Katniss freezes at the proximity.

She can’t help but notice the nicely muscled arm reaching over her for the package of diapers. Once he’s handed them over to her and she’s tucked them securely beneath her arm, he steps out of her space. Not too quickly, though. That’s interesting.

“They don’t make these shelves for petite women, do they?” he says, and his smile is a little crooked.

“Not many things are made for petite women,” Katniss says. She likes the timbre of his warm, friendly voice. “I appreciate the help.”

He rubs the back of his neck before dropping his arm to his side and shrugging. “Well, we can’t have babies crawling all over the place with dirty butts, can we?” Katniss rolls her eyes at him but can’t stop herself from smiling at the dumb joke. 

“I like coming to the rescue of petite women anyway. Good things come in small packages.”

He winces as soon as the phrase small packages leaves his mouth. “Well, ah, I mean, not everything in small packages is good. Some are disappointing. Umm, not that I know from first-hand experience or anything.”

Katniss wants to laugh at the growing look of horror on his face. The guy is fair-complected, and his cheeks are downright red. If he weren’t so obviously flustered by the things he’s saying, she wouldn’t be cool with the casual dick references. But seriously, he seems like a giant teddy bear and just as attracted to her as she is to him.

“Sorry,” he grimaces, “that line sounded better inside my head. I meant to say babies and uh, you know, you, are both small and cute. Not the size of certain body parts.” His blue eyes widen with each word that makes its way out of his mouth. “Oh god, why can’t I just shut up already?”

Now she’s done for. She can’t help laughing because his self-confident goofiness completely enchants her. 

He shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m usually better at not sounding like a moron. I’ll just, ah, get my things and go,” he mumbles, turning away from her and rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re probably married, anyway, and even if I’m making terrible attempts at flirting with you, I’m not that asshole.”

“I’m not married,” Katniss admits. 

He turns to her again, practically beaming at her. “You’re not?”

“No. Are you?”

“Hu-uh. I don’t even have kids. My roommate asked me to pick up some baby wipes while I was out. He uses them to get stuff off his clothes at work. Why I’m telling you all this, I don’t know. It’s just that when I’m nervous I talk too much.”

“I’m picking up diapers for my niece,” she hastily explains. “Katniss Everdeen,” she tells him, extending her hand. 

And you are too cute to be real, she mentally adds.

“Peeta Mellark,” he says softly, fingers pressing into hers, lingering a little before relaxing his hand. When her hand drops to her side again, it’s tingling.

“So, Katniss—would it be too forward to ask for your number?” Peeta requests in that same quiet, hopeful voice. “I’d love to talk to you some more.”

She shakes her head and looks away to pull her phone out of her purse. Her face is hot. She’s thankful not to be blushing the way Peeta is. “No, it isn’t. I was kind of hoping that’s where this was going. If not, this was turning into a really bizarre conversation.”

[jackmfvegas777]

Trans Guy Tips #5; Dressing Good

Today, we're going to talk about basic fashion, and some things trans guys specifically need to know when buying a new wardrobe.

Some of these rules can always be broken, it's your body and your choice what to put on it!

However, this is a guide for passing better, so feminine and androgynous looks will not be covered here, only the traditional masculine. I will most likely make a guide out on dressing that way later.

1. Match colors, but don't be afraid to throw in some accent detail colors! Usually when you think of fashion, you think of making everything match, however some things will go better with some contrast rather than plainly matching!

As long as it still has some similarity, it doesn't have to be the same.

The most basic rule you need to learn dressing as a man, is that you wear your belt to your shoes.

If your belt is brown, so should your shoes be.

If your belt is black, they should be black.

Usually most fashion rules can be broken, but this one seems to be very important, as it can throw off the whole appearance of an outfit to have mismatching shoes and belt.

2. Use what I call the finger trick.

When selecting a shirt, specifically a dress shirt, put your fingers in the collar between your neck and the collar.

If you can comfortably fit two or even maybe barely three fingers in there, then that's a perfect fit shirt around your neck.

If you can fit four or more fingers, it's loose and will make you look baggy and overweight.

If you can fit only one, or feel any pressure on your throat, you need a looser shirt because it's too tight.

3. Somewhat similar, but when buying pants, this may be the most important thing of all.

If you get the right set of pants, it can disguise even the biggest of curves.

You want to get what's known as a straight-leg jean pant, you can make it a cargo pant if you wish, either one looks very masculine and good.

I would usually recommend bootcut pants if you wear longer shoes, like boots, or combat boots, or anything you need to tuck the jeans into.

Always get pants that don't feel constricting, and always get them where they fit comfortably with a belt, but don't need a belt due to fitting good already.

But straight-leg type is so important to go for, it's one of the things that makes a boxy figure like a cis man's.

4. I'm not sure if this is obvious or may come as a surprise to some people, but even if you like dressing femininely, if you wish to pass, I would suggest always shopping in the men's section.

They have shirts and pants and everything else under the sun that shaped specifically for men's bodies, making yours look even more like a cis man's, which is very gender affirming. Also women's jeans are made to support the butt and make you look feminine and curvy, while men's are designed to be straight, boxy, and comfortable, usually with deep pockets too!

5. Similar to the matching rule before, you can match a busy pattern shirt with a plain pair of pants, or busy pattern and pants with a plain shirt. However if you put too many busy patterns, or too much plainness, either way makes you look not as good.

Try to balance the detail with the simplicity.

6. Overall the most masculine thing you can wear especially pre-t, is either a formal or casual suit.

You can even wear just a dress shirt with a tie or bow tie, with some dress shoes and pants, and you're good!

This just generally makes you look super masculine and it's hard to mistake.

7. if you're like me, where you like to dress flamboyantly, but you're also super dysphoric about it, wait until you get testosterone therapy.

If you end up having it and you start seeing positive effects before dressing femininely, it's great!

I did this and now I feel totally comfortable with it, as no one ever misunderstands me even if I wear the most feminine things ever.

So if you're going on t, feel free to dress more extravagantly during because you will pass even so!

8. Another way to check shirts that are long sleeved, particularly dress shirts, is to tuck it in like usual, and then lift up your arms really high like you're reaching for something.

If it untucks or lifts the fabric in an unflattering way where your armpits look huge, it's cut wrong and is not something you should buy.

9. This may be surprising to some, but yes, cis men will wear feminine designs on masculine outfits.

I can't count the number of times I've seen men wearing bright pink suits. Other times there's been crop tops, painted nails, hair done, everything.

So if you really like that button up with the flowers on it, but are feeling hesitant due to the feeling that people might judge you, don't worry!

Maybe some will, but a lot of people wear unique clothing, and no one will be as bad as what your thoughts say to you.

10. I have somewhat of a warning, as good and fun they are, t-shirts can be very revealing when it comes to showing your chest, even through your binder! Something about them isn't cut quite right, even if they come from the manliest man's site or store.

If you still wish to wear t-shirts like I do, I would recommend getting a short-sleeved or long-sleeved Dickies button up jacket/shirt that you wear open over it. Or any jacket thing, really. This covers your chest completely and negates that effect.

11. This is sort of more hygiene base but still has to do with getting dressed. Always use men's soap, and men's cologne, and men's essential oils, and men's lotion, if you have them.

Also use some aftershave, it's helpful if it has lotion mixed in and moisturizes as well.

You can even shave even if you're pre-t, due to it making a clean feeling due to there being no feminine peach fuzz on it. This can help support dysphoria relief, as well because it feels like you're shaving a beard, at least until it comes in.

When your moustache and beard do come in from testosterone, if you take it, make sure to oil it lightly with natural oils like argan oil or coconut oil, the stimulates hair growth and follicle health.

And I would recommend shaving just once as it starts developing, so it develops thicker, stronger, and more handsome.

12. If you're planning on going on t, buy at least some of your clothing a size or a few sizes up, or getting a duplicate that's larger.

You will grow, so if you buy all your clothing in a smaller size, you'll probably end up unable to use any of it.

13. Always position your belt buckle in the center of your stomach, the way you can tell if it's positioned right is if it lines up with the buttons of your button up perfectly.

14. When wearing a suit try to always keep the bottomless button unbuttoned. That button isn't actually there to be used, it's meant to be unbuttoned and it makes it look so much better.

The reason it looks so much better is because it makes it flattering and thinning. If you button all the buttons, it will make you look heavy due to it tightening around your waist and stomach.

15. You should always have at least two pairs of dress shoes. one pair that's black, and one pair that's brown. Same with belts. It's also recommended for summer that you keep one pair of masculine flip flops or sandals or sneakers around.

16. This is more of a suggestion than anything, however it's manly as fuck, and people love it.

If you carry a work knife, a pocket watch, a small portable multitool, and a handkerchief.

Possibly even a pen and small notepad with you at all times.

This may seem odd at first, but it's what men used to do constantly in the older days.

These items can come in very useful. A work knife can open packages, open letters, be used in place of scissors occasionally, and even used to defend yourself and others.

A pocket watch is just fancy and shows you're always trying to be on time.

A multi-tool shows you're ready for any task, and it can be a lifesaver in many situations!

Meanwhile a handkerchief is important, because if you ever come across someone crying, or someone wounded, you can lend them or give them your handkerchief, which is a very gentlemanly thing to do, and it can help you pass better, as well as it just being a kind thing to do for someone.

The pen and small notepad is always good to carry on you regardless of any gender, due to you needing to write things down often.

17. Ironically, although socks with sandals seems to be a fashion 'no-no' to most people, I quite like them, and it seems like I pass better with them.

Men tend to wear those slip-on flip flop things, and when you wear socks with it it makes you look very masculine, even if it may look silly to some.

Personally I like it a lot.

18. If you do wish to do makeup & nails, I would suggest doing it as black and gothic as possible, as that's the most common style guys do it as, and if you do it in a certain way, it can come out looking way masculine.

And that concludes my fifth part of this Trans Guy Tips series!

Thank you for reading, and I hope anything I said helped!

[angryschnauzer]

Stuck - Part 2

Summary: Following the development in your relationship from maid x client, you visit Agent Walker on his invitation, with no false pretences of what is expected

Pairing: August Walker x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, sex toys, dildo’s, butt plugs, masturbation, voyeurism, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, Sugar Daddy relationship, (no use of ‘Daddy’ as a petname) 

I do not operate a tag list, however please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications. That way you’ll get an alert every time i post anything. Part 1 can be found HERE, Masterlist can be found on AO3 link HERE All typos are allowed to run wild and free

Stuck - Part 2

Ringing the doorbell you heard footsteps this time, and were able to prepare yourself for Mr Walker opening the door - or so you thought. When the door swung open you could not have prepared yourself for the sight of him in smart black pants and a crisp grey button down shirt, the top couple of buttons opened to reveal a teasing glimpse of chest hair, his tie hanging loose and unfastened around his neck. He looked you up and down, taking in how your breasts were pushed a little higher, your ass a little rounder from the way the heels made you stand, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stepped to one side;

“Please, do come in”

As you stepped past him you caught a waft of his aftershave, dark and musky, a hint of sandalwood and rosemary. You stood fidgeting, glancing around the apartment and seeing that it was sparkling clean, telling you that you’d be earning your money a different way today. You didn’t mind, not in the slightest. The $2000 tip he’d given you on your last visit had paid your credit card bill and you’d been able to make your rent on time for the first time in months. 

When the parcel had arrived on your doorstep a week ago with a note from Mr Walker you’d quickly glanced around the hallway, no courier or delivery guy having been seen, almost nervous to find what was inside. When you had opened the parcel it had felt like christmas morning, so many little treats all individually wrapped, a note from the high end lingerie store saying that they hoped you enjoyed the parcel. That night you’d tried on the exquisite underwear set, marvelling how the bra gave you the most amazing cleavage, the half cups ending just at the right place for your nipples to peek over the top of the lace. The panties had looked innocent enough from the front, but at the back it was a series of elastic straps that caged in your ass, the crotch non-existent and it gave you no false pretenses about what they were intended for. Having unpacked all the other treats - lipstick, perfume, bath bombs and scented skin oil, your favourite chocolates - you came upon one final gift and an envelope. Opening the parcel first you let out a small squeak when you saw the heart shaped jewel shine in the light from your lamp, the heavy metal of the plug smooth and cool in the palm of your hand. Grabbing the envelope you opened it, your hands shaking;

“Enjoy your gifts. I’ll make a booking soon. August x”

Back in MR Walker’s apartment you were distracted as he stood behind you, the only tell that he was there was the sudden feel of body heat warming your back even though he wasn’t touching you. When he finally spoke his voice was low and quiet;

“You can back out now and there will be no hard feelings. But if you want to stay and continue i can guarantee it will be worth your while in so many ways. So, what will it be?”

You could feel your hands shaking with nerves, hell, even excitement. Taking a deep breath you slid one foot back and moved until your ass was pressing against Mr Walkers crotch;

“I’d like to stay please. I very much enjoyed the gifts, Sir”

“Good girl”

He wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you flush with his chest as his lips found your neck, working his tongue and teeth over your jugular as his hands gripped at your hips before moving to the zipper on the back of your dress. The metallic rasp of it being pulled down filled the hallway, the cool air hitting your heated skin soon soothed as he trailed his fingertips down the exposed deep v of skin. Pushing the formal maid’s dress down your shoulders you let it fall to the floor, the deep groan of appreciation that rumbled up through his throat making your body tingle with excitement.

“You look fantastic, i made the right choice with this set” he took hold of your asscheek; “Are you wearing all of it?”

Bending a little at the waist you pushed your ass out and felt as he pushed his hand between your legs, first touching your pussy before moving back and pressing against the jewel of the plug;

“Hmmmn very good. My good girl follows instructions well. Now put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out a little more”

“Yes Sir”

Stepping out of your dress you turned and laid your palms flat on the board and batten walls, this time the sound of a smaller zipper filling the silence before your legs were kicked apart and a hand pressed against the small of your back. Bending your spine you pushed your ass out, gasping as you felt the thick blunt tip of his cock nudging against your swollen petals, searching, seeking out its destination before pushing in fully in one firm thrust.

“Fuck. Your pussy is as tight as i remembered” he muttered behind you, yet you were unable to respond, your body tensing around the deep penetration that felt so good. You felt him spread his legs and set off at a brutal pace, fucking into you from behind, with each thrust his pelvis would push the plug into your ass stimulating you even more. 

There were no words, just grunts and moans, and you could feel your legs starting to shake as an orgasm approached rapidly;

“I’m coming…”

“Not yet you aren’t… you’ll come when i tell you to come”

“”Yes… Sir…”

Gritting your teeth you tried to will the building orgasm to subside, but the way you were being fucked made it hard. Your left leg started to shake violently as you tried to hold back, Mr Walker ramming into you from behind before he finally grunted;

“Cum for me now”

You didn’t think you could orgasm on demand, but as you relaxed just the tiniest amount the levy broke and you came around his cock. That in turn set his orgasm off, and you were pushed against the wall as he came deep inside you, thrusting harshly into you as you felt him spasm deep within your walls.

When he pulled out you winced, quickly closing your legs as you felt his seed already start to drip out of you, and as he tucked himself back into his dress pants he winked;

“Good girl. Keep me inside” he reached for your hand; “Now come, a glass of champagne”

He led you to the large lounge, the pristine white leather couches and the soft net curtains giving the room a bright yet muted appearance. One wall was completely made up of floor to ceiling mirrors, and there were just a few houseplants scattered around the place to break up the stark white of the room.

“Sit” he called out from the kitchen before you heard the quiet pop of the cork.

“But… i’ll make a mess of your leather…” you called back, only to hear his voice as he approached holding two glasses of the golden frizzante.

“Doesn’t matter. For what i have planned you’ll be making even more of a mess than just a smear of my cum”

He handed you the glass and gently tapped his own against it before raising it to his lips, you followed and hummed as the bubbles smoothed over your tongue. He cocked his head and smiled, yet it felt like the look a viper would give its prey before it struck;

“Now, i said sit”

You did as he instructed, perching your ass on the edge of the couch before remembering the plug and wincing as you moved back slightly so you could sit on the whole of your buttocks to relieve some of the pressure in your ass.

Mr Walker hadn’t moved, and you were now eye level with his crotch, the outline of his cock clear to see as the fine fabric clung to him. Licking your lips you quickly sipped at your glass again before he tucked a finger beneath your chin to pull your gaze up to his face;

“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting another load soon… i have something else planned first… tell me a little about yourself…”

He stepped away and you watched him as he moved around the room, picking up a gift box and setting it down on the low table in front of you just out of reach, but saying nothing until he sat on the couch opposite you;

“I asked you to tell me about yourself…”

Stumbling on your words you tried to explain a little, unsure if he wanted a professional or a personal explanation, your arrangement seemingly a mixture of the two already. He sat with one leg hooked at an angle over the other knee, quietly sipping his champagne, his gaze intense as it never left you once. Finally he cleared his throat;

“Would you like to open your gift?”

Reaching to set your glass down, you took the box and rested it on your knees, pulling off the ribbon and lifting the lid, the gasp that fell from your lips immediately followed by a grin and somewhat unladylike snort of laughter, before focusing back on what was contained;

“Oh my god…”

Glancing up you saw Mr Walker eyeing you suspiciously, before you wrapped your hand around the contents and pulled it from the packaging, laying it across both of your palms as you gazed down at the heavy rubber dildo. It was so detailed, every vein and ridge perfectly formed, before a thought suddenly struck you and your eyes went wide;

“Is this… is this you?”

“I had it cast just for you” he settled both feet flat on the floor and you watched as he settled comfortably, his thighs wide apart; “Why don’t you give it a test run? Show me how well you take it?”

For a moment you simply held it, wide eyed at the thought of performing such an intimate act, but shook that thought from your mind as you settled back against the cushions, hooking both feet onto the edge of the low glass table in front of you, your heels hanging over the edge as you parted your thighs and trailed a hand down to your core, rubbing against the wet lace that was soaked from Mr Walker fucking you just a few minutes before. Lifting the dildo you considered it for a moment before spitting on it, bringing your soaked hand up and working the combined wetness over the thickness, pulling your panties to one side and resting the wide tip at your entrance. 

Looking up you maintained eye contact as you carefully pressed the first couple of inches in and breached your tight entrance, your jaw falling slack as you felt the familiar yet different stretch. You carefully worked the rubber phallus back and forth, pushing a little more each time, helping to lubricate the shaft with your own essence as it filled you. When it was inserted enough you grasped the heavy ballsack, your other hand teasing your nipples as they peeked over the lace of your bra, trailing it down to your panties to rub at your engorged clit. 

Working your body in the same way you had done so many times in private, thinking of Agent August Walker - even before your first sexual encounter with him - it was now surreal as you watched him palming himself through his clothing as you fucked yourself with the rubber imitation of him.

You could feel yourself getting close, the air in the room thick with lust as the only sounds were heavy breathing and the wet sounds coming from between your legs, when he called out;

“Stop”

With a whine you did. Pausing, waiting for his instruction;

“Take it out and stand”

The obscene sucking squelch as you removed the dildo from your aching core filled the room, before you set it down on the box and stood on shaky legs.

“Come here”

Your legs felt like jelly, crossing the room and standing before him, watching as he parted his legs further to make room for you;

“What would you like me to do Sir?”

“On your knees”

Settling obediently between his thick thighs, you were grateful for the extra long pile rugs beneath you cushioning your knees, resting your hands cautiously on his muscled thighs and looking up at him with wide eyes as he spoke;

“Lets see how good that mouth of yours is?”

Watching as he unzipped himself, at this angle his dick looked even bigger and more imposing than the feeling of it inside you. Shuffling closer you wrapped your hands carefully around the hot shaft, admiring how he was already rock hard and weeping with need. Leaning in you lapped at the clear bead that had pooled at the tip, tasting both him and yourself on his skin. Licking your lips to lubricate them you took a deep breath and descended on him, his girth stretching your lips almost painfully, working your tongue over the silken flesh. He gently smoothed his thumb over your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realised you had shed;

“Doing so well Princess… your mouth is as good as your cunt is…” his other hand wrapped in your hair and he started to control your actions, his hips rising in sharp movements as he started to fuck your face. He maintained eye contact as he held your head, moving you how he wanted;

“Cry those tears for me, i know they’re not tears of pain or discomfort… its just overwhelming, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t answer, your mouth and throat too busy being occupied by his heavy flesh, but you nodded and let out a tiny grunt; it felt so good, so depraved to be used like this, and as his thrusts got faster you prepared yourself for what was to come next… but instead at the last moment he pulled you off of him.

Gasping for breath you were wide eyed, no doubt your makeup ruined but in the quiet of his apartment you watched him as he gritted his teeth and regained his composure. Finally he spoke;

“Turn around and sit on my lap… legs together and bounce on my dick”

You stood and turned, backing up and bending over before he pressed a hot palm to your naked thigh;

“Stop. Bend over. Let me look at that silken purse”

Knees together you did as he asked, letting out a gasp as he ran a calloused thumb over the pouting lips of your sex, already swollen from the events that had led to that very moment, and as he teased out your nectar he smeared it on your skin.

“Very nice, holding treasures within…”

Dipping his thumb inside he drew it out and hummed in appreciation at seeing his cum mixed with your own on it, before tugging at the jewel of your plug and smearing his thumb under the rim to your sensitive opening.

“Hmmmn, another treasure waiting to be pillaged… but first…”

He took hold of your hip, pulling you back as he held his dick and lined you up with it, and at that hot searing touch of flesh you gasped. You were more than ready for him, craving his touch, your body accepting him as you stopped holding back and allowed gravity to take over until you were sat flush on his lap, speared deep and aching with need.

His warm hands smoothed over the soft globes of your ass before pushing against you back;

“Bounce for me Princess”

You did as he asked, starting off slow, the warmth of his palm against your back spurring you on as you started to move faster, your pussy dripping around him and with each wet slap of your bodies you knew you’d coated his balls and taint with your juices. On one downward fall you landed hard, groaning as you ground your ass against him and his hands suddenly clamped down on your hips to keep you flush with him;

“Stay”

You felt the tug on the plug in your ass, moaning as you felt it being pulled gently but persistently, moaning as you stretched at the fullest part before the somewhat disappointing relief as it was removed completely. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him set it down carefully on the small table to the side, and grab a small bottle of lube that had been sitting there behind a plant pot. You braced yourself for the inevitable.

---

August.

He’d paced the hallways of his apartment from the moment his hidden camera’s had picked up that you’d left your building; checking traffic cam’s and building surveillance to track your progress. He kept telling himself he shouldn’t be nervous; he was in charge and you were simply a plaything… and yet when he’d heard the doorbell ring his stomach had done a little flip and he’d had to take a few seconds to calm his racing heart.

What had followed had been that of his wildest dreams; a woman pliable and willing, and yet still independent with her own thoughts. He’d had women simp over him and he’d had to guide them at every step, weak wristed and prudish with their own sexual desires… but with you… you were different.

For the time that had followed since you’d walked through his door he had told himself he couldn’t get too attached, this was a sexual relationship, one that suited his needs and that he controlled, but with every passing minute he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper.

And now here you were, sat on his lap and he was balls deep inside you, feeling your cunt tremble around his achingly hard dick, and at the sight of your tight back door winking as he’d removed the plug he’d almost blown his load right there and then. 

Carefully pouring the thick lube on the crease of your ass he watched for a moment as it slowly ran down, before catching it with his thumb and massaging against your asshole, watching as the stretched muscle accepted him so eagerly. He worked the muscle open, moving from his thumb to two fingers then three, your moans as you accepted him causing him to grit his teeth so not to blow his load right there and then in your unprotected cunt. And he knew you were still unprotected, he’d kept track of your appointments and knew you hadn’t updated your birth control, it had been a mere three weeks since your last visit, and even if you hadn’t figured it out he sure had.

He could feel that you were ready, lifting you up before positioning himself at your prepared hole;

“Just relax Princess, i know you can do it” 

He spoke softly, quietly… reassuring you as he watched you slowly stretching around him, and that first inch as he slipped inside you it took all his control not to slam deep inside your guts. 

With one hand under your buttcheek he held you up as he could feel your body stretching, growing accustomed to his girth inside you, and as you started to relax he would slip inside a little further.

He was basking in the moment, the lewd and salacious nature of something he had done many times before, yet this time it felt different; the connection was there this time. As his mind reeled from the realisation that this time he was going to have to take into account his own feelings, you turned and grinned at him, and with a sly smirk sank down until you were fully seated with his dick filling your ass;

“OH FUCK…” August cursed, his hands flying to your hips and his head rolling back to rest on the couch as he fought not to blow his load right there and then in the dark recesses of your ass.

Letting out another string of curses, he gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you start to bounce up and down on him, his gaze drawn to where your tight hole was stretched so much to accommodate his thick girth. He knew that if you kept bouncing like that he’d cum in seconds, and it was too good to let his body deceive him. Wrapping his arms around your torso he pulled you back;

“Shhhh… slow down Princess…”

-

You whimpered as he laid you against his chest, his dick slipping out of your ass a little before he bucked his hips and pushed slowly back into you. With one arm wrapped around your torso he trailed the other down your stomach before he sought out your sensitive pearl, rubbing at your clit;

“August…” you whined, feeling the intense pleasure shoot through your body; “I’m gonna cum”

“Don’t… not yet…” he gasped out; “Please… wait…”

“I can’t…”

Your back arched and you felt your mind leave your body for a split second, vaguely aware of the rumble in Mr Walkers chest as your orgasm set off his own, filling your ass with thick ropes of his seed as you lay prone on his chest.

Finally through bliss hazed eyes you turned to look at him, surprised when his lips met yours for a soft kiss. His lips were delicate and you could taste a hint of bourbon lingering on his tongue that the champagne couldn’t mask, the moment only broken by the feel of his softening shaft slipping from your body with a rather graphic squelch.

Now that your bodies were no longer connected he shifted you into his arms as he cradled you in his lap, one strong arm holding you as the other traced patterns over your skin with sensitive fingertips. You watched as he seemingly memorised the plains and curves of your body by feel alone, before he finally spoke;

“Let me run you a bath”

-

August

He’d carried you to his bathroom, running a deep warm bath as he’d helped you undress, rubbing the balls of your feet and you sighed as the pressure of the day seemed to slip from your mind. After helping you into the bath he’d massaged your shoulders as you’d soaked in the tub, before taking a soft natural sponge and gently washed you. 

When the water had started to cool he’d helped you out and gazed as the water droplets had run down your skin, reminding him of a maiden emerging from the sea on a sun kissed island. Wrapping you in an oversized fluffy robe he smiled;

“I’ve set some clothing out for you on my bed, i’ll be right out once i’ve showered”

You nodded and quietly thanked him, and he was finally alone with his thoughts as he quickly stripped and stepped into the large shower enclosure. The water was cold as it shot out of the jets, too impatient to let it warm up as he quickly rinsed the residue of his efforts from his body, his mind pensive as he wondered how he would broach the proposal he had for you. Quickly finishing up he stepped out and roughly dried himself, wrapping a towel around his waist before venturing into his bedroom, smiling to himself as he saw you preening in the mirror;

“Looks good on you”

You turned and smiled at his words and he could have sworn he felt his heart swell just a little more at the look on your face, watching as you bounced across the room and planted a kiss to his lips;

“Thank you…” 

He watched as you smoothed a hand over your breasts and down your hips, the expensive loungewear far overpriced but the quality shone through as it clung to your curves. Knowing you were naked beneath it had arousal swelling his length again, but he gritted his teeth to will it away, at least for a while;

“Looks beautiful on you Princess”

-

Searching through the coffee station in August’s kitchen you found a box of mixed herbals teas, and once you’d figured out his over engineered kettle it was soon warming up to get to a steady boil. Looking around the kitchen you spied the half drunk bottle on the counter, surprised when it stated it was zero alcohol when you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your waist and a mustachioed mouth trace kissed up your neck;

“There’s still champagne…” 

His deep voice resonated through your spine, and you slowly spun in his arms before you wrapped yours around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his lips;

“I need something to soothe my throat after all the screaming you made me do”

“Fair enough” he said with a smile, giving your ass a squeeze; “Go take a seat, i’ll bring it over to you”

A few minutes later he set a steaming mug down in front of you, sitting beside you as he cleared his throat;

“I have a proposition for you…”

Blowing on the hot tea you raised an eyebrow as he continued;

“I’d like to keep you”

“Keep me?”

He shifted on his seat;

“I mean… come to an arrangement… an exclusive arrangement”

“So, like a sugar Daddy thing?” you asked

“Yes, as in a kept-woman”

You paused for a moment, considering what he was telling you before gently setting down your tea;

“I like the sound of this, but i want you to be specific with what you mean, what will be provided, and what any repercussions are”

Over the next fifteen minutes he calmly explained that you could give up your other maid jobs, he would pay your rent and expenses, and if you desired so could follow your passion for the arts. He would not expect you to be a live in whore-come-maid, but made it clear he would like a sexual relationship, but only on your terms and with your full consent at every instance.

“How do you feel about that?” he asked as he finally finished detailing what seemed like the dream arrangement.

You smiled at him as you shifted on the seat, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders;

“I think i feel pretty good about it”

Your lips met and the kiss was deep and passionate, bodies entwined and arousal growing when suddenly a loud ringing came from the table, August’s phone furiously vibrating against the glass.

“Fuck… Sorry, i need to get that”

August quickly lifted and set you down on the couch as he stood and answered the phone, listening intently before ending the call with a curt confirmation. Crossing the room he knelt at the side of the couch;

“I’m so sorry, i’ve got to go… my work…”

“I get it” you interrupted; “I know your line of work means sudden assignments”

“I’ve got to be at the pentagon in an hour, but your place is on the way so i can drop you home, this isn’t how i wanted today to end, but its the job…”

“I understand”

-

Twenty minutes later you were standing on the sidewalk outside your building, watching as August’s plain black Audi disappeared into traffic, wanting to wave but he’d said not to. Your phone chimed and your eyes went wide when you saw the ‘tip’ he’d given you, more than three months rent and a promise to call when he was off mission. You had never imagined you’d be in this situation, but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity.

What you didn’t see was the person watching you from the shadows, already knowing you were their target, the perfect leverage.

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Can I have something super soft and sweet with Andrea? I need some content from my cottagecore husband. You can decide whatever you want to do with it!

The Perfect Day [Andrea Marowski x fem!Reader]

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff

A/N: thank you for making me write this lifesaver <3

The soft chirping of the birds woke you up. You stirred lightly, a smile coming across your lips as you felt the soft lavender scent over your young husband skin. You slept holding hands, your forehead against his chest as your eyes got used to the bright light outside the window.

The soft cotton sheets clung around your naked bodies along with some heavier quilted duvet, legs tangled as he breathed slowly still deep into his slumber.

You observed him into his simplest nature, he looked so much younger when asleep, his features perfect as kissed by the gentle morning light.

You slowly moved your hand away, he frowned but with time you mastered the art of leaving the bed without awakening him. He huffed, face buried into the pillows as he rolled onto his stomach covering the warm spot you left. Your hand gently onto his soft hair caressing them away from his face. The time seemed to be something unknown to you.

After adjusting the covers over his shoulder you shivered into your nakedness, your hands grasping onto your white nightdress pulling it over you to cover your frame before adding up a burgundy cardigan belonging to Andrea to protect you against the goosebumps your body suffered for leaving the warm comfort of his presence.

You stepped into the kitchen quietly, breathing in the soft smell of a new day. Your hands went immediately to unveil the dough that was covered by a cloth and you left to raise during the night, it was now ready to be baked and you’ll have your warm bread for the day. Andrea spent the day before picking up the mature fruits from your trees, so it was easy to wash them and cut them while you put on the pot for your morning tea.

You hummed softly a song that Andrea was rehearsing with his violin for few days, now helplessly stuck with you, your hands unveiling the pie you prepared the day before cutting some slices.

Before anything else you moved away going to your garden standing barefoot onto the cold stone of the steps, you hugged yourself enjoying the view before slipping on some comfortable shoes and settling the table. The summer day was amazing and the morning breeze made the heat unnoticeable. A white table cloth with fresh flowers and then your started going back and forth from the kitchen to the garden bringing dishes and plates

You blinked surprised as little Anthony, the 14 years old son of the local baker, passed by with his bike waving at you. He blushed as you just looked so calm and relaxed.

“Got the mail and the newspaper Mrs Marowski” he said as he hopped off his bike to hand it to you. You picked one of the peaches you got into a basket nearby handing it to him I return “Thank you Anthony, have a good day”

He smiled and nodded vehemently as he rushed off back to his duties.

You looked down onto the mails: an invite to a concert in London, something from your parents, something in polish coming from Andrea’s family and a voluminous yellow envelope that was coming from Andrea's favourite music shop in London and by the weight you could tell it was some new music sheets. Also a note from your seamstress telling you that the new winter coats need the last fittings.

You were about to check the first page of the newspaper as a loud meowing made you jump.

Andrea was standing in front of you, soft khaki pants with a loose white shirt, your cat draped onto him, a beautiful grey British short hair who was staring at you.

“Did Laszlo woke you up?”

“Did you doubt it?” Andrea asked with a chuckle as he leaned closer to you, a kiss resting onto your lips as the cat jumped off his arm.

“I hate to wake up on an empty bed, even if your table setting is the best” he assured as he smiled at you tangling you into another kiss.

“Mh, the tea” you just reminded yourself as he chuckled 

“One more, one more” he begged between chuckles stealing another kiss before letting you go inside and he proceeded to give the annoying boss of your cat the food he deserved and demanded.

He sat on the chair enjoying the soft breeze as you brought a small tray with the tea to complete the set up.

He hummed softly opening the package coming from London gleefully as he admired his new music sheets.

“Your presence is required to see a new concert, I think they want to show off to have you as solo violin” you said showing him the invitation while sitting with him. He admired you, he stared at you with a soft smile “I will have to hear my agent first” he said as he meant you. You always had a good gut feelings and often kept him from taking random impulsive decisions.

“There’s something from your family too” you added and he smirked 

“You read it first” he said as he was helping you with polish and you sighed softly using one of your butter knives to open the letter. His hand quickly went to your cookies taking one happy bite as he still stared at the music on paper.

His eyes darting up only to look at you focused onto the paper scribbled by his parents and you nodded explaining to him a letter that was mostly about every day updates

“This word” you signalled as he leaned in lightly in to read it as there was only one point you didn’t seem to grasp not even by the words before or after it.

He chuckled loudly almost chocking onto the crumbles covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

You asked as he blushed deeply.

“Oh no, they hated my knit work? Is it that?”

He shook his head as you frowned at him waving that letter expecting an answer before your mind went onto the worried train of thoughts.

“It means” he licked his lips, eyes shining “It means pregnancy, not literally it is a more discreet way to say it, more like expecting something, but they mean that, my mum wants to know when she can call herself grandmother”

You blushed deeply as you looked down, you are such a young couple and you’re actually enjoying this phase, now it is not like every little delay of your period didn’t make your heart do the backflips, but to be asked so directly felt weird.

“Don’t worry about it, she means it in a good way, they adore you and they keep saying how you brought some sense into me”

He smiled taking your hand gently kissing the back of it.

“We have Laszlo for now it is more than enough” he joked to light you up and you giggled “Indeed” you said as you looked around finding the cat running after some butterflies. Andrea always complained that Laszlo hated him, Laszlo was your cat even before the polish man came into your life, but truth to be told they were best buddies: the cat would always check where he was and Andrea was the first to always feed him.

“I was thinking we could go to town today, I promised Ursula to play for her tea party with some friends coming all the way from Edinburgh and maybe we can go past the bookshop and buy some flour and whatever else. I could plant some pumpkin seeds, I love your velvety pumpkin cream for autumn”

You smiled as he really can’t wait for the colder season even if that meant to see you more dressed and clothed he also loved to nuzzle with you in front of the fire.

“Agreed” you said and he smiled proudly as you handed him the letter from your family and he sighed softly but proceeded to read it like you did with his.

He was way better at English, but mostly spoken English, he still hated to read and you picked books for him too even if he always puppy eyed you into reading for him.

He read quietly the letter as you ate some pie. He frowned lightly as he spelled out loud some words, sometimes he did it to learn the difference from a word that he knows and how it was written.

When you both drank your tea and he finally indulged into the local news he hushed you to get dressed “You take the longest to get ready, I’ll clean up” he said winking at you making you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

So you did, you went to wash yourself and braided your hair into an updo hairstyle, a light white dressy shirt and a long pleaded skirt for you as you also prepared the clothes for him.

As you redid your bed and he walked inside after clearing up the kitchen you couldn’t help but adore him into his little routines, the way he shaved and got prepared, the way he wore the clothes you figured out for him with happy delight. He loved how you looked after him, he felt loved, the small attentions like that one put him at rest, he relaxed and he felt babied and he loved it.

He picked the case of his violin handing it to you using it to pull you closer and steal another kiss. You chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you again, and again, and once more.

“Andrea” you whispered as he chuckled softly kissing you once again, he smelled so good, his skin soft and perfumed thanks to his aftershave oil.

How could you resist him?

“Two minutes” you whispered leaning back down the violin over your vanity to be able to wrap your arms around his neck letting out a soft yelp as he fell over you on the bed.

Useless to say that it wasn’t two minutes and not even twenty, your trembling legs around him and the way you guided him to give you just what you wanted from him always drove him crazy.

After a short nap you really had to begin to get going, he helped you to dress up slowly zipping up your skirt and you had a new rush of pleasure just by buttoning up his shirt covering his chest peppered with hickeys.

You locked the house and he pulled out his black bike putting the violin box in the basket on the front along with your white one “I prefer when we go with one” he complained but you chuckled “yes, but if we buy few things we will have to go by walking” you made him notice and he sighed nodding.

He waited for you as you pedalled your way to the town centre, he was swaying in front of you and you raced a bit against each other until the stone bridge that welcomed you there.

“See you at Ursula’s” you said and he nodded leaning in to kiss you one more time, he indulged into that kiss a littlest as he opened his eyes slowly, a smile playing over his lips.

“My wife” he said, sometimes he repeated it like he had to remind himself. You chuckled as you kissed his cheek and you go parted.

You knew Ursula liked to pared Andrea off, you let her do it, she came with time to like you, she saw how much good you did to Andrea, how much balance you gave to him, his behaviour was stable, he settled down.

You stopped to the local grocery store taking up some spices, some cinnamon in particular as you knew how much Andrea loved it on sweets, few little cooking and baking items you missed and then off to the bookstore.

“Hello hello” you said as the old man there greeted you “The books you ordered arrived” he said as he moved his shaky legs into the back of the shop bringing you the easy books in polish you ordered to practice some reading. You smiled looking at them as Andrea gave you the titles of books that made his youth and also few new ones for him. You added to that stock a new cooking book and few novels for Andrea and his English. The old man was the sweetest, he kept the booster open no matter the weather and politics and he always made sure to find anything you might be looking for.

He helped you tie all your buyings together onto the bike so after paying you just pushed it walking through the town, just enjoying a good time around giving yourself time until you made it to Ursula’s home.

Well, you called Ursula’s but Janet as always there even if her presence was always quieter you teamed up with her most of the time letting Ursula enjoy her time with Andrea.

You smiled stopping in your track as you heard the soft sound of the violin, you closed your eyes breathing in, like you could enjoy the music through the air.

You adjusted your dress and smiling to yourself, the moment sinking in slowly.

Your husband, your life, the idea of coming back home together, cuddle on the couch, listen to his words, having his honey eyes on you.

A natural smiled appeared on your lips.

After few moments you decided to keep going, you pulled your bike  letting it rest against the fence, Janet appearing at the doorstep to welcome you in.

Your perfect day.

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aunt flo

summary: your monthly friend decides to visit you while staying over at steve’s.

word count: 1.5k

pairing: steve rogers x reader 

warnings: periods (so blood as well), awkward situations

a/n: this is definitely inspired by the *ahem* cycle that is currently plaguing me. it also hasn’t been thoroughly edited as this was the first time in a while that i’d written something, and i wanted to share it with you all as soon as possible! i hope you enjoy <3 

Sleeping over at Steve’s apartment was never a bad experience for you. He seemed to always be completely prepared for what the night would entail, whether it be a plethora of snacks, or your favorite scent of lotion.

However, when you woke up in what felt like a pool of your own blood, saying you were alarmed was a bit of an understatement. You mentally cursed at yourself for not realizing ahead of time that your cycle was set to start any time that week, and the fact that you’d bled all over your boyfriends sheets.

You attempted to slip out of Steve’s grasp and out of bed to assess the damage done in both your underwear, and on the bed. Once you were finally standing on the floor and gawking at the red spot in bed, you rubbed your forehead exasperatedly. While it wasn’t as bad as you’d expected, it certainly wasn’t good. The quarter sized blood stain seemed to be glaring back to you, and you decided to glare back at it before heading into the en-suite.

Before plopping yourself down on the toilet, you searched through cupboard upon cupboard for some sort of period product. Behind the mirror: aftershave, Advil, bandaids, a random bar of soap, nothing you could use. Under the sink: Epsom salt, your favorite body wash, an extra bottle of shampoo, but not a tampon in sight. Above the toilet: a few rolls of toilet paper, yet nothing even resembling a pad.

Seeing as Steve seemed pretty prepared for anything related to you, you were more than a bit surprised that he hadn’t considered that you were a menstruating human. You huffed as you sat down on the toilet, then assessed the damage control you’d need to do. First and foremost, you needed something to protect the rest of Steve’s apartment from your uterine lining. After you figured that out, you desperately needed to get that stain out of your boyfriend's sheets before he’d notice.

Maybe you could order some pads from a grocery store to his apartment. That seemed like a safe bet, but Steve would probably become concerned if he realized you’d been in the bathroom for 45 minutes. Perhaps you could just leave without a word to Steve. But that raises the issue of a random blood stain, and possibly, an upset Steve.

“Think, Y/N, think,” you muttered to yourself. You attempted to brainstorm more options for yourself, but ultimately ended up dozing off, and waking up to the soft rapping against the bathroom door, along with the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Sweetheart, everything okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while, and I saw some blood on the bed. Did you hurt yourself?”

You mentally cursed at yourself, at least now you’d only have to worry about obtaining a pad, and not addressing the mess on the bed.

“Oh yeah, I’m completely fine. Actually, I should probably head home,” you attempted to sound convincing, but didn’t exactly hit the mark.

“Are you sure? I thought we were gonna get brunch together this morning.”

You could’ve sworn you heard the frown in Steve’s voice. “Oh, uh, I’m not super hungry right now.”

“Okay, that’s fine. But about that blood, what happened? Are you alright?” He questioned.

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“Did the headboard scratch you? Did I sleep fight you or something? Did you hit your leg on the nightstand again?”

“Jesus Steve,” you scoffed a bit at the overload of questions. “I just started my period. And you have nothing I can use here, so I need to go home. That’s why there’s blood in your bed, and that’s why I’ve been in here all morning.”

“Doll, you should’ve told me! I’ll go get you something, okay?” He opened the door just a crack, and blew you a kiss. “Just stay right where you are. I’ll be back quicker than you can say period. There’s medicine behind the mirror, and I can grab you my heating pad before I go. Maybe taking a shower would help t-“

“Steve,” you giggled. “That’s plenty. Now go get my shit so I can stop bleeding all over the place.”

“Got it. I love you,” he smiled warmly at you before closing the door softly, and heading out.

—

Steve basically sprinted to his nearest convenience store, getting lost in the feminine hygiene section, then finding himself completely at loss with what he was supposed to buy. There were just too many options. He considered calling you to ask what you need, but he didn’t want to bother you more than necessary. Plus, you could be standing in the shower right now, and what if you heard your phone ringing, tried to get out of the shower to answer, and slipped? The thought of you hurting yourself made Steve shudder.

He ended up settling on three different varieties of pads and tampons. If you didn’t need them, he could always donate them to a local shelter. He then stopped by the candy aisle to grab you some dark chocolates (he’d heard in passing that it was good for menstruating women), along with a package of panties that looked like they could be your size, before hopping in line at a register.

In the midst of Steve’s menstruation mania, he failed to notice a random customer snapping a photo of him with the over abundance of women’s hygiene products. He was much more busy with checking out and getting back to you as fast as humanly possible.

——

Once Steve made it back to his apartment, he found you still in the bathroom, surrounded by a light mist of fog from the shower, and clad in an oversized sweatshirt with a faded SHIELD logo.

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you everything,” Steve blushed at his own unpreparedness, then passed you the bags of period products. “I’m gonna go change the sheets. When you’re ready, just meet me in bed, okay?” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the bathroom, letting you handle your business.

——

A breakfast-in-bed and movie marathon later, you were still cuddled up in Steve’s bed, his massive body giving you an extra level of warmth that was soothing your cramps like nothing you’d ever witnessed before. You were probably more comfortable than you’d ever been. Except for the incessant vibrating of your phone on the bedside table.

You’d finally reached out for it, and were pretty shocked to see all of the messages you’d received. You opened the first message from one of your closest friends, and your eyebrows raised as you read it.

LMAO read this right now bitch

enews.com/caps-pad-problem

Curiosity got the best of you, so you opened up the article.

#Padgate?

If you've been anywhere on the internet in the last few  hours, you’ve certainly seen the word “padgate” trending. The reason why is more interesting than you’d think.

Early this morning, Captain America, America’s sweetheart was spotted buying out the entirety of the feminine hygiene section of his local convenience store.

From this, a huge question rises. Is he donating? There’s certainly enough pads and tampons to keep an army of women satisfied for a year. Is he seeing someone? She must be some lucky gal.  Either way, when we thought this man couldn’t get any more lovable- he did!

You blushed while reading the article, not exactly sure how to feel. After letting it simmer in your brain for a second, you began to giggle, deciding that more than anything, it was pretty damn funny. You texted a quick message back to your friend who’d sent the article, then finally began to speak to Steve, who was giving you a bit of a confused look at your giggling.

“Steve, you goof. Someone took a picture of you buying all of that period stuff, and now the internet has gone wild.”

“What? Let me see,” he reached for your phone, and you gladly passed it to him. He skimmed over the article, then furrowed his brows. “Tony and the PR department are never going to let me live this down,” he groaned.

“Don’t be so dramatic, maybe something good will come out of this!” You chided, giving him a mischievous grin.

——

As it turns out, the word good is subjective.

It’d been about a month post-padgate, and you’d been strolling through the store with Steve, working on getting your groceries for the week.

As you entered the wellness aisle, you looked at the shelves containing menstrual products, knowing that you needed to restock sooner than later.

When you first saw what you saw, you had to do a complete double take. Your eyes must’ve been deceiving you.

A Tampax box stared back at you, a logo with a shield containing a star clearly defined on the box, along with the text ‘Captain America approved!’

“No way,” you actually laughed out loud at the sight. “Steve!” you grabbed onto his sleeve, and pulled him in the direction of the box so he could see what you were seeing.

“No way!” He reprised. “Oh my God. I’m really never gonna live this down, am I?”

[comfortwriting]

That’s a Good Girl - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader (light dom/sub)

Requested/About: Fred's girlfriend has been away on holiday with her friends for two weeks, when she finally comes home, Fred wants nothing more than to dominate her after all of the teasings she put him through.

Prompts:

Prompt 113: His hard cock poked through his trousers, you smirked at the sight and continued to frustrate him.

Prompt 114: He stared down at you, pride splashed across his face "that's a good girl, keep going."

Warnings: 18+ Smut, male and female oral receiving, orgasm denial, sub reader, fingering, dom Fred, penetrative sex, swearing, dirty talk, mention of alcohol, sex toys, spanking.

As much as you loved the sunshine, the beaches, cocktails, and clubbing with your friends in another country, you had to admit - you couldn't wait to be off that plane and arrive home. Spending two weeks away from your family and Freddie was hard at first, but you were having the time of your life in the sun, you made the most of your bikinis and made sure Fred could see just how much he was missing you.

Freddie,

Not long until I'm home now. The weather here is amazing, not a single cloud in the sky or drop of rain! It's a nice change deciding which bikini to wear to keep me cool instead of a coat to keep me warm if only you could see me... you're lucky I've sent these photographs, just make sure you hide them if Ron or George comes over, I know they have a habit of exploring our house.

That much was true, one afternoon, Ron came over and said he needed to use the loo, he was gone for twenty minutes - he had looked around your room and found it both embarrassing yet hilarious when he uncovered the drawer of sex toys next to the bed.

Don't forget to write back, I'd love to know what you think of these photos, just remember to save yourself for me,  I'll be able to tell if you don't.

Lots of love,

Y/N.

Fred pushed your letter aside and instantly gripped onto the bundle of movie photographs of you in your bikini, teasing him - pressing your boobs together, massaging them, opening your legs, toying with the string on your bikini bottoms, bending over and showing him your behind, a cheeky smirk on your face, your lust-filled eyes staring at him.

He couldn't help but get hard in his trousers, the very sight of you teasing him made it hard for him to keep his promise - he pumped his cock in his hand, pleasuring himself, but forced himself to edge, he couldn't climax - he had to wait for you.

This was only the beginning, you sent him more teasing pictures, making it harder and harder for him to stick to his word - you were doing this on purpose, you knew and loved the effect you had on him, and you were looking forward to what was awaiting you as you got off the plane and apparated home.

Fred knew you were coming home, he got himself dressed into a smart suit and set the scene in the bedroom, rose petals on the bed, candles across the room - he wanted this to be a night of passion, but both you and he knew that it wouldn't be passionate at all; tonight would be rougher, and more lustful than ever.

Without realising, you had already arrived home, placing your bags and suitcase in the living room, slowly walking into the bedroom, standing behind Fred and patting him on the shoulder.

"How cute," you said softly, smiling at the rose petals and admiring the effort he put in.

Fred jumped slightly and blushed, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him. His aftershave engulfing you, his hot breath beaming down on you as he lifted up your chin with his thumb.

"I've missed you, love." he growled.

You bit your lip and looked up into his hungry eyes, "I've missed you too," you smirked, knowing what was coming.

Fred's hand squeezed your waist, his lips attacking yours, the two of you kissing, fighting for dominance as his tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan out after being touch starved for so long.

Your own hands reached his trousers, unbuckling his belt, you tossed it on the floor and it fell with a clunk, you then cupped his erection, massaging it with your soft hands. His hard cock poked through his trousers, you smirked at the sight and continued to frustrate him.

Fred pulled away from the kiss and tugged his zipper down, you were ready for this, for him, you were ready to follow his commands.

"Don't forget love," he growled in your ear, "you won't be getting away with your teasing."

Fred pushed you down on your knees and grabbed you by the hair, pulling your face into his erection that was bursting through his boxers, brushing your mouth along his length, his soft moans breaking out.

Your mouth latched around his dick through his boxers, you looked up into his lustful eyes and batted your eyelashes at him.

"Don't act all innocent," he stroked your cheek before gripping onto your hair even more "you know what to do."

Yes, you did know, and you didn't want to disappoint.

Pulling down his boxers, his large length sprung up and slapped against his tummy, you held the base of his cock and dragged your tongue against his shaft before taking him in your mouth. Sucking and swirling your tongue around the head, making him moan louder and more frequently as he pushed your head down, his cock pushing against your throat, making you choke and your eyes water.

"Don't give up," he smirked, "keep going Y/N."

Doing as you were told, you took him into your throat, deeper and deeper until your nose and lips were pressing against his lower abdomen and trimmed hairs.

Your teary eyes glistened in the candlelight, unable to hold yourself down for much longer, Fred released his grip, you pulled yourself off him and gasped for air, the laces of saliva running out of your mouth, coating your lips and chin.

But this wasn't over, and you knew you were still in deep trouble - getting off the hook now wasn't possible, you were just warming up.

Spitting your saliva onto Fred's length and coating it, you pushed yourself back down on him, bobbing your head, pumping his cock whilst you sucked.

He stared down at you, pride splashed across his face "that's a good girl, keep going."

You went faster and faster until Fred couldn't hold back anymore, he could feel himself getting close - this wasn't two weeks worth, nowhere near close.

Fred quickly pulled you off him, catching his breath like you - lifting you up he threw you onto the bed, taking off his blazer, white shirt, and smart tie. You wanted him to keep the tie on, you thought he looked sexy, but no matter.

"Take off your jeans and t-shirt," he demanded, "and get on all fours."

Quickly getting undressed, your clothes fell into a pile, covering his belt and tie. Getting down on all fours, Fred's hand gently stroked your behind before he pulled it away and collided against your cheek, making you squeal with each spanking. Your behind felt raw, hot, and you had no doubts Fred's handprints would be visible all over them, the thought of sitting down at work tomorrow was unbearable.

"Freddie!" you yelped out "Freddie, I'm sorry!"

"You aren't sorry," he slapped again "You know naughty girls get punished."

You nodded your head, biting your lip, awaiting the next spank - but it never came. Instead, Fred pulled hooked the hem of your knickers with his index finger and pulled them down to your knees, you could feel his hot breath against your clit, the fluttering inside you getting you all excited.

Fred's tongue dragged up and down your clit, swirling in circles teasingly before his two hands spread your thighs as his tongue waited at your entrance so he could push his tongue inside you deeper. His wet, slick, tongue plunged inside of you, your jaw-dropping, his name spilling from your mouth, along with the words 'fuck'.

Fred pulled away and spat on his index and middle finger, filling you back up, pumping in and out whilst he flicked his tongue against your clit, sucking on it every now and then, sending you over the edge as his fingers reached deep inside you repeating the 'come here' motion once he found your G-Spot.

Your walls tightened around his fingers with each pump, his tongue making you buck your hips and bite on your bottom lip as it went a deep shade of red.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to cum.

"Freddie - I'm so close - please-"

You wished you kept quiet, because you were now empty, and his tongue had stopped exploring you. Huffing you lowered yourself into the pillows, the rose petals soft against your skin.

"That's not fair!"

"Naughty girls don't get to cum," he said softly, he held the base of his cock in his hand, pumping himself at the sight of your cunt "Not until they redeem themselves."

He and you both knew you had redeemed yourself, but the night was young and Fred had missed the smell, sight, and feel of you so much he wanted to make the most of your evening before the two of you were up early for work the next morning.

"I want you so bad" you whined.

"Get the lube and a condom then, love."

Reading to your side and pulling open the bedside drawer, you did as you were told and handed him the bottle of lube and a condom.

"Good girl." he replied, tearing open the packaging and rolling the condom down his shaft, coating it with lube, your entrance too.

"Turn over," he said "I want to watch your face as I fuck you."

Turning over, Fred sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap, facing him, you slowly lowered yourself down on his large, hard, cock, your mouth opened wide as he stretched you out and filled you up. Once comfortable, you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms resting on his shoulders, your hands getting lost in his hair.

He slowly started to thrust inside of you, warming you up as you got used to his size, whilst doing so, you slowly circled your hips, moaning out in pleasure at the feeling of his dick exploring you. Fred's lips attacked your collar bones, he sucked and nibbled on them, covering you in his marks. You pulled at his hair and yelped out as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you faster and deeper, the sound of his cock slamming inside of you filled the room, almost as loud as your moans, his groans, and your swearing.

With each thrust, you felt yourself coming undone, Fred didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't save himself for another round - the idea of doing so would be torture. Your breasts bouncing up and down, the view of your behind through the mirror covered in his handprints only got him closer, your walls started to strangle him, the same familiar pressure building up inside of you, increasing until -

"Please let me cum now!" you begged "I can't hold back for much longer!"

"Then don't hold back, Y/N," Fred grunted, covered in beads of sweat "cum for me."

Fred bucked his hips, watching you as you lolled your head back, mouth opened wide, scrunching your eyes shut - releasing - your cum flowing down his length, the pressure exploding in your stomach and sending such waves through your body. This. This is what Fred had been waiting for. This was enough to push him over the edge.

Fred released, gripping onto your waist and holding you down as he ejaculated, he held you still and pulled you into his arms, his head against your chest, just above your breasts, the sound of your thumping heart filling his ears.

"I suppose I've redeemed myself, then." you breathed, kissing the top of Fred's head, his golden hair soft.

Fred let out a light laugh, "After all that teasing, you can be a good girl after all."

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