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dirtyvulture · 22 days

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Envy and Venom

Heiress!Natasha Romanoff x CEO!Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You are the notorious playboy who just inherited one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Your first move? Sleeping with the heiress of your rival company.

Word count: 4190

AN: Randomly came up with this idea, it's a little different than my other stuff, but give it a read. :)

DAY 1

“You couldn’t have picked a better person for the job,” you tease, gripping tightly onto your father’s hand as the sea of flashing lights fifteen feet away practically blinds you. The reporters call out for your attention but you ignore them, pausing in the awkward, hand-holding pose with your father so the photo can be plastered across the front page of news outlets around the world.

“I trust you. Don’t ruin what I’ve started,” your father says, grabbing onto your shoulder and pulling you into a tight embrace. “And please try to keep your…escapades…a little more under wraps, okay?” he whispers into your ear.

“I’ll try, Dad,” you say, but it isn’t really your fault that the public was so interested in what goes on in your bedroom. Then again, you hadn’t exactly been trying to be subtle when you were fucking your secretary against the penthouse window of your apartment, but people should try to mind their own business more.

Your father pushes you back and the two of you turn in unison to wave at the crowd once more.

“Congratulations!” you hear them echoing. “To Envy Industries’ new CEO, Y/N!”

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Naturally, to celebrate your latest achievement, you host the party of the century, inviting other world-renowned millionaires, fellow tech company gurus, actors, singers, celebrities, and pretty much anyone else who fit society’s thinly-veiled description of “famous.” You initially show up with two models you had already spent the afternoon with, but you weren’t interested in stringing them along and were excited to find some new target to chase after.

The first hour alone is spent wading through faces you recognize from online but have no personal connection with, and you have to pretend that you’re grateful when they take enough interest and ask about the future of your company.

“We’ll probably stick to the production of GPUs for a while,” you say, yelling to be heard over the music and rumble of people. “We just signed a huge contract with Tesla, so we’ll be supplying all the hardware they need for their next products. They have a big need for AI software, and we’re one of the few companies that can build exactly what they need.”

“Wow, that’s very impressive.” The short-haired blonde woman suddenly throws herself at you, her nails digging into your bicep so hard you can feel the prick through your burgundy silk jacket.

“Thank you.” You’re not sure you’ve ever seen this woman before in your life and you wonder if she even understood half of what you were saying or she was just trying to get into your pants.

“I’m Carol, by the way. Do you want to get a drink?”

“I would never say no to a drink.” You let Carol lead you to the bar (that you are footing the bill for) and she orders for you, picking an old-fashioned cocktail for you. A decent choice, but if she had read your interview in The Chief Executive Magazine, she would have known that your favorite drink was actually a vodka martini. You join her at an empty table.

“So, what do you do for a living?” you ask out of politeness, taking a sip and letting the whiskey burn your throat.

“I’m an influencer,” Carol says. “I have one-point-seven million followers on Tik Tok right now. I mostly post fitness routines or travel vlogs. And I also stream video games on Twitch.”

“Ah.” Now it’s your turn to act like you’re impressed when you have no idea what she’s talking about.

Carol drones on about her next project, which involves a collaboration with another influencer you’ve never heard of. Your eyes scan the people walking by, looking for a new object of infatuation. It doesn’t take long until you make eye contact with a beautiful, redheaded woman, her voluptuous body hugged by an emerald green dress. Immediately, your heart rate spikes as you scan her up and down, not predatorily, but admiringly. The neckline of her dress plunges down to her belly button, a tasteful hint of her cleavage showing through, highlighted by a long silver necklace with a thin gold bar tassel.

You perk up, smoothing your hair back and puffing out your chest like a proud pigeon when she starts walking over.

“Congratulations,” the redhead says. “Your family must be very proud of you.”

“My dad didn’t want to give it to me,” you admit, completely oblivious to Carol’s pout as you instantly give your attention to this new woman. “But I convinced him the company would be in good hands.”

“I bet.”

“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, desperate to keep around for the conversation (and perhaps more).

“I should be the one treating you,” the redhead says. She takes the cocktail out of your hands and brings it to her lips. “Hmm. I didn’t think this was your taste,” she notes. “How does a vodka martini sound?”

You know instantly this is the woman you’re taking home with you tonight. “That sounds delightful.”

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You ditch Carol without a second thought and follow the redhead back to the bar, where she picks up two vodka martinis. She brings you to a private booth, sitting so close to you that your knees are touching hers. You can almost feel her body heat through the fabric of your clothes.

“To Envy Industries’ long and prosperous future,” she says, raising her drink in a toast.

“Cheers.” You clink your glass to hers and drink half of it in one long sip, smiling in satisfaction. “I didn’t catch your name,” you say.

“Natasha.” It sparks a familiar memory, a name you’ve heard before. But she’s so intoxicating that you give it no second thought. Natasha is one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen in your life and you can’t believe she’s sitting here talking to you and you alone.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you say, formally offering her your hand. She shakes it, and you gently bring her hand up to your lips to kiss her knuckles.

“Likewise,” she says, crossing one perfectly toned leg over the other, her foot nudging the back of your calf. “Not to eavesdrop, but I overheard you mention a contract with Tesla. Say what you want about that company, but you can’t deny the evidence that they’re one of the highest valued companies in the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if Envy Industries is soon up there with them.”

“Exactly.” Your interest in this woman skyrockets, because you know she isn’t bullshitting you. She isn’t like Carol. She knows what she’s talking about.

“We’ve been trying to strike deals with the automotive industry for years,” Natasha goes on, “But you’ve beat us to it. And now that you’ve partnered up with Tesla, you’re basically unstoppable.”

“Not quite,” you correct, now unable to stop yourself from unraveling the schemes of your company’s next five years. “Our research on artificial intelligence is just getting started. We just applied for ten new patents within computing technologies and we’re on track to absolutely dominate the market for discrete graphics processing units by the end of the year.”

Natasha grins at your enthusiasm and you feel yourself blush in embarrassment. You know the media often labeled you as stupid, reckless, irresponsible, unfit to lead, and constantly bashed your sexual appetite, but you were all those things and a technology genius. Your father had built this company from the ground up, but you had been there alongside him the past six years. While everyone classified your promotion to CEO as nepotism, you felt you had rightfully earned it.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she comments.

“Well, it definitely wouldn’t be wise for the new CEO to be giving away all the secrets, now would it?” you chuckle, even though you’ve definitely already said more than you should’ve.

“Your success is no trade secret.” Natasha turns her whole body to face you. The attention she’s giving you is almost more than you can bear. Your heart pounds against your chest. No woman has ever made you this excited before. “But if you want, maybe we can go somewhere a little more private, where you can share whatever else you’d like.”

“Hmm.” It was rare for another woman to be so bold with you. But you’ve never lusted after another woman like Natasha before. Arousal heats up in your stomach as Natasha leans forward, resting her hand on your thigh and squeezing it teasingly. Her breath fans over your face and you can smell the vodka and her cherry lipstick. You lean forward to meet her, moving like you’re in a dream, fireworks sparking in the back of your head the moment your lips touch.

Suddenly, you’re overcome with the carnal desire to drag this woman up to your penthouse and have her squirming underneath you, crying out your name as she comes undone.

“Um, would you like to…” You can hardly think straight. “My room…apartment…is upstairs…if you want to…”

“Show me the way,” Natasha says, standing up and offering you her hand.

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Your brain is swirling in a fog as you follow Natasha to the elevator. You don’t even register any of the people you pass, fully aware of the fact that someone will report this headline to the National Enquirer, at the very least. But all the worries of the future disappear the moment the elevator doors close and Natasha throws herself at you, her legs hooking around your narrow waist and her heels digging into the small of your back. Your hands support her supple bottom, squeezing in appreciation as her lips crash against yours in a desperate frenzy.

You stumble into the wall, smashing your hand onto the top floor button and feeling the elevator start to rise, but not fast enough.

“Lucky me,” Natasha pants between kisses. “Getting to go home with the newly-christened CEO of Envy Industries.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight,” you respond, heat rising between your legs. “Of course you were coming home with me.”

Natasha glows with the praise and pulls your head into her chest, where you instinctively lick and nip at the flesh of her exposed breasts and she keens at the attention. When the elevator doors open again, you stumble out with her still in your arms, your feet automatically taking you down the path to your apartment. Thankfully, your apartment door opens automatically when your key card is in range, so you’re able to kick it open with your foot, without having to put her down.

You carry her straight to the bedroom, dropping her on the freshly-changed sheets you had housekeeping put on after you were done with the two models from earlier. You can hardly remember your time with them and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation like you haven’t had sex in years. You crawl on top of Natasha, lowering yourself to kiss her again, this time with more passion and her arms snake over your broad back, pressing your body against hers.

“I need to get you out of this dress,” you pant, desperate for skin-to-skin contact with her.

“You first,” she says, releasing you as you sit up, yanking off your jacket and throwing it to the floor. You’re annoyed at your choice of shirt, a white button-up that has way too many buttons, as you impatiently pop them off one at a time and remove your bra. Natasha watches you with hunger in her eyes and you’ve never felt more proud to reveal yourself to another partner. The daily, painful 2-hour visits to the gym and strict adherence to a customized diet showed in your chiseled physique, your biceps bulging like you had baseballs under your skin, your perfect washboard abs, and your thighs were sturdier than tree trunks.

“Fuck,” she mutters, reaching up to run her hand across your abs like she can’t believe you’re really in front of her. “I could look at you all day.”

It’s a common reaction most people have, but it definitely heats you up more when it comes from Natasha. “Your turn, gorgeous.”

She sits up and turns around so you can access the zipper of her dress. You sweep her hair to the side, stealing a kiss to her neck because you really can’t help yourself. Natasha hums in appreciation and you lower her zipper slowly. Her dress pools at her waist like a glimmering green puddle. She isn’t wearing a bra so your hands immediately gravitate to cup her breasts, and she arches her back against your bare chest.

“Are you gonna fuck me the same way you do to every girl you have in here?” she asks, placing one of her hands over yours and guiding it down her stomach, where your fingers part through her soaking folds.

“If you want me to,” you say, pressing deeper into her and she whines at your touch. “But I’ll give you whatever you want.” Normally, you enjoy being in full control in the bedroom, but you are absolutely willing to give that up if it pleases Natasha.

She suddenly pushes your hand away from her center; you can still feel traces of her stickiness on your fingers. “Do you have a strap? I want to ride you.”

Your stomach flips at the thought of her on top of you, grinding down on you until she finishes. Her heaving bosom in your face for you to suck and kiss while she enjoys the orgasm you gave her.

“Yeah, let me grab it.” While you launch yourself off the bed to go fishing around your nightstand drawer, Natasha nudges her dress to the floor and delicately removes her long necklace, settling back comfortably on your king-sized bed while she waits for you. You take off your pants and pull the harness over your waist, turning back to the mouth-watering sight of her naked and ready for your taking. Her body is toned and curved in all the right places: clearly, she respected her body as much as you did to yours. There are few things you love more than a woman who takes care of herself.

You climb back onto the bed and Natasha pounces on you while you’re still getting into position, holding onto your biceps to pin you down. You catch sight of her glimmering wetness as she drags herself along your abs, pressing back against your cock until it rubs against her butt. You reach over to grab the bottle of lube always present on your nightstand and squirt a generous glob onto your strap, not that it looks like Natasha will need it.

“Look how wet you are. You’ve been waiting for this all night, sweetheart?” you tease, your hands running up and down her sides. Natasha takes you by surprise when she shoves you back against the headboard.

“Shut up and let me fuck you,” she growls, her voice dangerously dropping an octave. Natasha lifts herself up to line herself with the head of your cock and slides down in one move. The slick noise as it fills her is downright sinful. Your big hands wrap around her tiny waist, guiding her to bounce in an aggressive rhythm as the two of you watch your cock disappear inside of her.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans, throwing her head back, red hair spilling over her shoulders. “That feels so good.”

“Look how well you’re taking me,” you praise, your hips jerking up to match her rhythm. Even though you can’t necessarily feel it, you swear her pussy is clenching around the toy, greedily sucking you in and requiring physical effort to pull out. Your own clit is throbbing as the toy bumps it every time Natasha slams down on your thighs.

“Deeper, babe. Go deeper,” Natasha begs, moving her hands from your shoulders to the headboard, grabbing it so firmly you hear the wood crack. You change the angle of your hips, punching them up to satisfy her command. The bed frame creaks and shakes; you know your father would be unhappy to hear he has to order you a new one so soon, but you can’t be bothered to care right now.

“Fuck, right there. That’s it,” Natasha moans, rolling her hips with such fluidity it makes your stomach clench. She looks down at you, admiring the flex of your muscles as you do your best to please her, a singular bead of sweat running over your collarbone and sliding down between your breasts.

“I’m close. I’m almost fucking there,” she warns, her hips beginning to lose their rhythm. But you keep your intense pace, until your abs are cramping and you’re certain there are bruises on your thighs. Your own arousal burns like a ball of white-hot fire and you so desperately want to make this woman cum you will gladly ignore the ache of your own orgasm for hers.

“You’re fucking me too well, baby. I’m gonna lose it,” Natasha pants and the praise almost breaks your control. She throws her head back as she finishes and you bury your face in her heaving chest, tasting the sweat on her skin and sucking one of her nipples into your mouth. Her hand abandons the headboard to tangle in your hair, yanking almost painfully at your roots while you feel her cum spill onto your lap. She pushes your head away once she’s done, your lips parting from her nipple with a string of saliva, and lifts herself off your cock. The two of you are panting in unison, while you’re still fighting the simmer of arousal in your gut.

“Hmm, that was nice. Do you normally let your partner finish first?” she asks, resting her hands on your chest again. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

Your face burns in embarrassment because she’s not wrong. “Um…no,” you admit, knowing full well you could lie, but you feel like she’ll be able to see through it.

Natasha smirks. “Such a gentlewoman with me,” she says, bending over to kiss you, this time much more softly than before.

“Only for you,” you murmur back, shocked at how whipped you already are for her.

“You want me to help you finish?” Natasha asks, pushing the strap aside to brush her fingers across your hot center. Your hips jerk off the bed, almost launching Natasha into the air. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggles, climbing off your lap and helping you pull the strap off your waist. You’re practically frozen in anticipation, watching with bated breath as Natasha scoots herself down the bed and lowers her head between your legs.

You melt at the feeling of her mouth against your center, perfectly hot and wet. Your back arches off the bed when her tongue glides through your folds, lapping up the mixture of body fluids like it’s some kind life-saving elixir.

“Shit, baby, that feels amazing,” you moan, burying one of your hands in her red tresses, motioning with your hips that you want her deeper. She obliges by wrapping her lips around your clit and giving it a few hard sucks that have you seeing white stars behind your eyelids. You let go of her hair, afraid you’ll tear it out and grab onto the Egyptian cotton sheets tightly. Her tongue pushes into you and you swear you convulse around it, already leaking into her mouth when she’s only just started to go down on you.

Natasha’s arms wrap around your powerful thighs, trying to force them apart as you close them around her head. You don’t mean to put her in awkward, even dangerous position, but you can’t think about anything other than the pulsing in your center, soothed and encouraged by the heat of Natasha’s mouth. You dig your heels into the mattress to prevent yourself from bouncing across the bed at the rocking motion your body had adopted to maximize your pleasure. Every time her tongue slips into you, the muscles in your stomach contract so sharply it almost hurts, and when she laps at your clit, the stimulation is so great you feel immediately dizzy.

“Natasha,” you pant, unable to hold out any longer. “I’m gonna…Please let me…”

She presses into you with even more enthusiasm than before and your body seizes as you release yourself into her mouth. Natasha eagerly collects all your slick, her red lipstick smeared on the insides of your thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moan, feeling your high is going to last forever. But just the sensations start to fizz, you realize Natasha still has her iron grip on your legs, keeping them spread apart.

“I want another,” she demands, in a sultry tone that almost pulls the second orgasm from you right there.

“Natasha,” you whine, fearing you are too sensitive to deliver her wishes. You twist your body back and forth, half-heartedly trying to free yourself. But Natasha won’t let you, lowering her head to your heat and taking what she wants. Overly stimulated, every muscle in your body goes rigid as fireworks of pleasure, bordering the line of painful, explode inside of you. Natasha’s tongue somehow reaches even deeper than she had the first time, the tip pressing against your front ridged wall and you lose it for the second time in minutes.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry, your back arching off the bed but Natasha holds your waist down, determined to not let a drop of your essence go to waste. Your head is spinning and your body is like a live wire of excitement, twitching and trembling until you have no more energy left and and you melt into a limp mess.

Natasha kisses up your abs, between your breasts and licks at the column of your sweaty throat. Her lips finally connect with yours and you can taste a hint of yourself mixed with hers. You can’t wait to taste her straight from the source, but it’s going to take a bit of time to find the strength to move after two back-to-back orgasms. She wraps her arms around your torso, nuzzling into the side of your chest and inhaling deeply.

There is a long, but not uncomfortable silence as you two of you find your breath.

“I’m not letting you leave until you sit on my face,” you finally say. Natasha looks up at you with a satisfied grin.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she says, crawling up so she can do just that.

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The moment Natasha made eye contact with you, she knew you were done for. You were far too predictable. She knew exactly the kind of woman you chased after. She knew what she needed to say to catch your attention, to convince you that she deserved a private moment with you.

You were too easy.

When you were so busy looking at her lips, trying to figure out when the right moment to kiss her was, you didn’t notice her take your phone out of your pocket, plug a flash drive into the charging slot, and return it back to your pocket in record time.

As you carry her in the elevator, your face buried in her breasts while she slips a tiny audio recorder into the pocket of your blazer. Through the fog of pure lust for you, Natasha struggles to but succeeds in making a mental map of your apartment. Where your office is, how many computers you have.

After numerous orgasms, she’s sufficiently fucked your brains out and cuddled with you long enough for you to pass out into an impossibly deep slumber, she gets up and heads into your office. She doesn’t need more than five minutes to hack into your devices and steal all the data saved on them. She chuckles to herself at how easy the task is; if she had known it would’ve been this simple and enjoyable, she would’ve come after you a long time ago.

Natasha gathers all her things and excuses herself from your apartment without a good-bye.

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DAY 2

When you wake up the next morning, your mind a haze from the absolute debauchery that occurred the previous night. You rub your eyes and roll over, finding yourself naked and alone in bed. There is a deep soreness in your body, in almost every muscle, and some you haven’t felt for a long time. Natasha’s scent of vanilla and cherry lingers, but she’s nowhere to be found.

“Fuck,” you grumble, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. It’s been blowing up with notifications, which is a little unusual, but you assume it’s mostly from friends still congratulating you on your promotion. You open a text from your best friend and work partner, Tony.

From Tony: You fucked up, dude.

He included a link to a TMZ article. You click on it, half-wondering if it’ll send you to some troll site. The headline reads:

New CEO of Envy Industries Y/N spotted getting cozy with Black Widow Corp. heiress Natasha Romanoff

Everything clicks to you now.

“Oh, fuck.”

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AN: To be continued? 👀

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lelelenaxx · 5 months

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wlf abby was always so stressed 🫶

She always had something to do and could rarely take the time to focus on you. She despised it. She loved having her girl on her side. Having you cuddled up to her on having your cunt shoved into her face while you squealed her name through the halls. That’s what she loved the most.

Every time she came back from an assignment she would order Manny out of the room and push you onto her bunk bed. Her beefy arms cradling you as she pressed long kisses on your neck. You pulled on her braid and pulled her shirt over her head. Abby was always a sight to behold, soft abs and a sleek v-line was what you loved greeting every night.

She trailed her soft mouth down from your sweet chest and down to you soft thighs. Suckling on your inner thighs as you became wetter and wetter by the second. You groaned and tugged on Abby’s blonde braid. “Don’t be a tease” you said, she chuckled in the heat of your clothed pussy. That deep fucking laugh (I’m going fucking feral) “ alright baby, whatever you want” she tugged down your shorts that hugged you body in all the nice places, it always made Abby ache with desire when she saw you wear tight things.

But here she was. Her favorite place. Your dripping wet cunt that was begging to be touched. She began to eat you out like a starved woman. Tongue pushing in and out of your soaked heat. Licking all the right places and flat licking your pulsating clit. Your soft hands rummaging through her hair and pulling when the pleasure got too much. “Fuck abs, please, so close”

God she loved how the words just fell from your lips every time you were close. The way your beautiful tits would move with each sharp breathe you took as moans came out of you. Her big hands finding peace at you thighs that she clung onto as her tongue licked all that she could. Drinking you up as you squealed in pure pleasure.

Moans and pleas rushed out of your mouth as you began to cum. You back arching in utter pleasure as Abby’s large muscles pushed you back into the bed. Slurps and groans came out of Abby’s lips as she lapped up your juices.

Her beautifully freckled face came back up. Lower half of her face completely soaked. Those deep chuckles came from her mouth once more.

im actually going insane

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simonrillleyyysss · 4 months

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… opinions on simon making cute little bimbo gf get off on his abs? .. 😫

i read this and audibly went ‘HELLO’

cw; afab reader, dumbification undertones

simon knows you love how strong he is—who wouldn’t?? big, beefy behemoth of a man with biceps big enough to crush watermelons, maybe even people, thighs huge enough that he could probably snap your arm with them !

“oh! wow, you have so many veins sisi!”

“yeah? all f’my girl, scare all the men off.”

you’re constantly praising him when he comes back from the gym, you’re busy pampering yourself, hair nicely doneup and makeup neatly applied, lips parting slightly as he walked through your bedroom door, sweaty n’tired

glaring back at him through your mirror, smiling softly and turning in your chair to glance at the figure, who was currently sliding his hoodie off and spraying on some deodorant, sitting in the edge of the bed.

“have fun, simon?”

“s’pose so, fuckin’ windy out there.”

spreading his legs, you giggled and gently plopped yourself down onto his thigh, hands resting against his plush chest, thumb drawing small shapes into his vest, a grin teasing the corners of your lips.

he’s so tired!! sighing and burrowing his face into your shoulder, he’s shattered—writing up reports all night, workin’ so hard f’you both :(( he knows you’re exhausted, too—pretty missus barely able to keep her droopy eyes open!

presses chaste little kisses to your neck, hand gently moving across your thigh and squishing the soft dough, watching you bat your pretty little lashes, bright eyes staring at him!

“y’tired, bird?”

“lil’ bit, yeahh..”

“m’ere, sit up.”

he instructed, laying back on the bed and cupping your bum, gently shifting you forward with no effort—sliding his vest over his head afterwards.

“you’re so strong, si! i dunno how you did that so easily!”

“yer’ like dust, fairydust, doesn’t take much effort.”

eventually, he had coerced you into grinding against him, propping himself up on the pillows slightly as you straddled his waist, clothed cunt gently grinding against his abdomen.

“oh—oh my..”

the blonde chuckled, rough hands gripping your hips and assisting you, moving your pussy back and forth across his bulky tummy, leaning up to pepper kisses along your cheeks, your pants slick with arousal :((

doesn’t let you off till you’ve cum twice! your eyes gently fluttering back and lips sealed together in a fine line, thighs gently shaking with overwhelming pleasure, patting your back when you’re done—praising you!!

“such a good girl, aintcha’?”

“did it like a fuckin’ champ, y’tired? come on, wanna sit on si’s cock? you want that?”

when you nod, he’s immediately fishing his cock from his sweatpants <3

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sl-ut · 25 days

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sweet dreams

ended up having a baby dream during my nap and thought it would be a v cute burb concept for my sweet cliches series

set in this universe!

abby noticed that something was wrong with her girlfriend almost immediately after she returned from her morning run. she had, of course, left quite early and had been very careful not to wake her cranky pants gf up, but started questioning what she might have done to piss her off already when they hadn't even truly spoken a word.

y/n was in the kitchen when she got back, mixing herself an iced coffee and barely even responding to abby as she came over to kiss her good morning. abby shrugged it off, thinking she was still too tired, but when she rejected her invite to join her in the shower????? that's when she knew something was up.

she spent fifteen minutes in the shower, taking the extra time under the piping hot water to think it over. she knew it wasn't about her leaving a mess before she left; abby was the neat freak in the relationship, so it was usually her getting annoyed by clutter, not the other way around. they'd been on good terms last night, they had even found time in both of their busy schedules that allowed them some spare time to get it on...was it not good? abby thought she'd seen the telltale signs- the whimpers, the heaving chest, the swelling nail marks on her back... she'd never seen y/n fake it before, so she wasn't sure what she wasn't picking up on. unless... what if she had only ever seen her fake it???

then abby goes into panic mode. she finishes her routine as quick as she can (under ten minutes, our low maintenance queen!) and rushes out to find her girl curled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, not even glancing her at abby as she took up the space next to her.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours? and don't say nothing."

the girl frowned before she stubbornly responded, "nothing."

"did i do something wrong?"

"no."

"then what's the matter? i don't like to see you so down."

"it's stupid."

abby scooted closer, pulling her girl onto her lap, "i could never think that anything to do with you is stupid. please tell me."

"fine, but you have to promise you won't laugh."

abby rolled her pretty blue eyes, "on my own life, i promise i won't laugh."

the girl let out a deep sigh before she mumbled something under her breath.

"gonna need you to speak up for me there, baby."

"i had a dream that i was pregnant and then i had our baby, and we lived in a cute little house with a dog and we were so happy..." she sniffled, "and then i woke up and none of it was real."

abby was silent for a moment before a small smile and chuckle began to crack through her forced serious expression.

"abby!" y/n slapped her arm when she finally broke out in full laughter, "you promised!"

"i'm sorry baby," she held her tighter to her chest to keep her from moving away and began to rock her, "i'm sorry. that was just so cute, if i didn't laugh i was gonna cry."

"i miss our baby."

abby was in her last year of med school, and thanks to her big beautiful brain (and her trust fund), she was remotely debt free. the two had already discussed their plans to start looking for a house in a nice neighbourhood as soon as abby graduated and got a permanent placement somewhere, but the discussion of kids had sort of been sidelined up until now.

the blonde shook her head, "i can't wait to meet our baby. just give me a year, and then we'll start making that dream come true."

y/n beamed with happiness, curling into her girlfriend's beefy arms, "i can't wait to carry your baby."

"trust me," abby chuckled, "i can't wait to put a baby in you. i bet i'll get it to stick first try, but i'm all about consistency. i'm thinking five nights a week minimum."

both girls giggled at abby's joke, snuggling closer together in a peaceful silence before y/n finally spoke up once more.

"abs... you know you can't actually get me pregnant, right? i mean, you're in medical school for god's sake."

#reader insert #x reader #imagines #lesbian #abby anderson #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x you #college!abby anderson

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justmywriting1313 · 23 days

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Soft (Osamu x reader)

Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...

It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.

Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.

Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.

"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine."

"Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you."

"One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"

You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,

"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."

His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,

"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."

Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away."

"Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"

Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,

"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."

You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.

"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."

You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.

Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.

You had never been soft…

You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?

Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.

Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.

And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.

"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"

His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,

"Nothing to tell your Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all"

"How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better"

"Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"

Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does before he pulls away and says,

"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"

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hotvinimon · 3 months

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Miya Osamu <3

“Samu…Samu…Don’t look directly, but I can see your doppelganger… just behind you.”

You and your sweet, loving, handsome, onigiri man of a boyfriend were on a night date in the street of Shibuya. Osamu was busy in choosing what to eat first, while you took pictures. Suddenly you saw Osamu’s clown toghether with a curly haired, bitch-faced man, an orange head and an owl faced beefy boy.

To say that you were shocked would be an understatement. A guy… or I should say Samu’s clown was chatting with his friends just few meters behind your boyfriend, only his hair's more blonde, and his vibe's more... clownish.

“Doppelganger ??? what do you even me-” “CAN’T YOU FUCKING WHISPER ?? AND DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT. BE MORE SUBTLE.” you whisper yelled.

Suddenly the doppelganger looked in your direction and frowned comically and advanced towards you.

“OH MY GOSH, SAMUUUU, HE'S COMING... HE'S COMING THIS WAY!”

Samu quickly looked into the direction, and unlike you he was frowning ??? similarly like his doppelganger ??? what the heck was going on. Was there some kind of invisible mirror thing that you couldn’t see.

Even the doppelganger's buddies seem cool, like they're in on the joke.

The doppelganger was now, standing in front of you and looking at your boyfriend, like he was communicating with his eyes. Before anyone could say anything…

“OMYGODOMYGODOMYGOD… CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU SIR ????”

All eyes are on you, but who cares? It's not every day you meet your boyfriend's mirror image.

“Oh.. of course cutie, are you a fan ??”

“Well, I’m a human but I’ve never seen my boyfriend’s clown my entire life.” you giggled like a kid.

“DON’T DO THAT”. That ‘DOPPELGANGER’ yelled at your boyfriend.

“I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING.”

“YOU ARE MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT HER. LIKE YOU MAKE AT FOOD.”

“I AM NOT.”

“YES YOU ARE”

All you could hear for next fifteen minutes was funny curse words and skin slapping sounds. Meanwhile, the curly-haired dude shoots you a concerned look.

“Ohhhh… so you are his big brother. Nice to meet you Tsum, I’m y/n, Samu’s s/o.”

Unlike your fictional brain, the ‘DOPPELGANGER’ turned out to be your boyfriend’s twin brother.

“Nice to meet you too y/n/n” Atsumu showed his signature smirk.

“IT’S MIYA TO YOU AND IT’S Y/L/N TO YOU.”

"WHAT THE HECK, BASTARD? AM I SOME GIRLFRIEND STEALER?"

"MORE LIKE AN UNINVITED DATE CRASHER."

"AT LEAST I'M EYE CANDY."

"YEAH, WELL, MOM LIKES ME MORE."

More insults fly, more slaps echo, and the furniture starts to question its life choices. Meeting your boyfriend's twin? Not too shabby after all.

Keys -

y/n - your name

s/o - sgnificant other

y/n/n - your nick name

y/l/n - your last name

Requests are open

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katsukiizmoon · 10 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊”I can’t go tinkle alone!” + K. BKG꒱

『♡』 In which a lazy day with katsuki turns into demanding him to go to the bathroom with you while you pee cause you’re scared.

『♡』 Is anyone else like this? I fucking hate people hearing me pee but holy shit I’d have that mf holding my pinky finger if I watch anything even mildly scary. anyways unedited and a Drabble.

You’re laying in bed, curled up and half dressed watching criminal minds. The day has been filled with nothing but TV and snacks. Morning love was a must, a treat, for how hard he works. Lips press against to one another in rhythm, between episodes and pee breaks.

And the day bleeds into night. You’re thrown over him, watching as they find the criminal responsible for murder.

Katsuki feels a hand pat at his arm, timidly.

“Yeah baby?” He shifts, sleepy and done with the day. Red eyes glance over toward your own curiously.

“Suki i gotta pee.” You whine out, arm already wrapping around his bicep.

“And that’s my problem.. how? Go piss.” The blonde groans, gesturing toward the bathroom area.

“But- but I can’t go tinkle alone!” You tug at the beefy arm, pulling it inwards and toward the edge of the bed where you lay.

One of his brows shoots up and he throws you an incredulous look. Even with the man limp and not trying, you can’t get his big ass to move.

Your feet tap anxiously together, doing the fucking potty dance, if you will.

“Why the hell not?” Katsuki pokes, eyes trained on your antsy figure.

“Cause the murderers babe and the monsters and-“ You start.

He pulls his arm up, placing it on top of the covers. You let out a huff and he chuckles.

“Nothin’ is gonna get you babe. The bathroom is right there, go pee.”

Your eyes narrow and frustration builds. Your hands wrap around his arm, pulling, and you attempt to yank him off the bed. But your feet don’t touch the ground cause damnit you’re scared of that too right now.

“Katsuki m’ serious please just come with me!” You whine a final time.

The man let’s out a groan and plants his feet firmly on the ground. With a stand he turns toward you, gesturing toward the bathroom. You hesitatingly step down and then rush toward the door.

He watches you, confused as you frantically bounce and look around the entirety of the bathroom. You punch the shower curtain, yank it back and then say “that’s right fuckers!”.

You finally go to sit, about to lift up the large tee you have on when your eyes narrow.

“Close your eyes.” You demand and he rolls them instead.

“Fine, fine.” Katsuki turns his back to you and then when he thinks your terrified princess era is over-

“Your ears too! I don’t want you to hear me tinkle.” You huff and he hears you plant yourself on the toilet.

“Go piss right now or so help me-“ he starts, only to hear you flick on the water to the sink faucet.

A moment or two goes by and you’re flushing, washing your hands as quickly as possible and then grabbing onto his damn sweats clinging. He has to waddle to get back to bed. You bounce onto it before he can get in and quickly turn on a kids show.

“You know I hear you tinkle every day right babe?”

The look on your mortified face says no, you did not know. And criminal minds days just got much more of a pain in the ass than before.

#fluff #strawberry cake #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #yn x bakugou #katsuki x reader #katsukibakugou #katsuki bakugou headcanons #boba time

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buckyarchives · 1 year

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would you like to dance | a. warlock

summary: after the defeat of the high evolutionary, everyone is dancing and celebration. except him.

small blurb, cute-meets, fluff, himbo adam and david bowie, duh. somewhat GOTG3 spoliers

a/n; adam warlock and will poulter have utterly bewitched me. and blonde, beefy himbos will always be my weakness. also, im so sorry for literally disappearing more months, im working on getting my inspiration back along with, IVE BEEN SO BUSYY. thank you, enjoy reading.

You'd never miss a chance to dance, especially now in the midst of a celebration. Everyone, new and old, the people were dancing and it couldn't have been any better. Especially to Florence + the machines. It was pure euphoria, even Nebula was singing her robotic arms and hips. Except him.

Golden skin and hair soaked damp from dirt and sweat, he was shaking a little and even looked scared, or better described as confused. You weren't oblivious, you recognized him from the attack. Having not anticipated one before or after the guardians left Knowhere in Cosmo, Kraglin and your defense; he took quite a damage to your planet.

Yet, he sat there shivering and looking so small despite the power inside of him. Everyone around you held peace and redemption high on their moral compass, you could only assume the guardians had choses to give the beautiful man a second chance. He still looked so melancholy as he gazed into the cheering crowd.

Your hips slowly stopped swaying and you let go the new kid's hands as they were just swinging in delight, excusing yourself as you made your way to him. Slow footsteps and you weaved through the crowd, the god-like man hadn't noticed your presence yet. To your surprise, only noticing when he slightly flinched as you spoke up with a small wave.

“Hey,” your voice came out soft and gentle. You noticed the gears turning in his head as he looked you up and down, almost as if he was assessing threats. You only sat a foot from him on the step while you waited for his response. The gentle nature and patience from you confused him, almost halting his thought process as he struggled to even greet you.

“S-salutations.'' He didn't mean to stutter, but a new feeling of embarrassment (one feeling he’d yet to feel until now, Adam decided he wasn't too fond of it) came over him as the syllables left his mouth. “I’m adam.”

You smiled softly and introduced yourself, an awkward beat fell over you two before he pointed up to the speakers. “What is this?”

“What is what?” your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned in closer to the man, not noticing how bright his golden eyes were.

“The sound, the melody, everyone is cheering and moving too.” he sounded so unsure of everything as he spoke, an aggressive confusion. It was almost adorable seeing a grown man so lost. But you had to grow accustomed to finding beings unknowing of the most basic things to you, the universe was big.

You laughed and Adam found himself smiling at the sound leaving your lips, “its music, Adam. People dance to music, Quill was a fan of this band, Florence and the machines are a popular band from earth.”

Adam was still slightly confused on the nature of what a band was and what machine made this melody but he nodded. He looked back at you and noticed the way your chest heaved slightly from dancing, grime on your face and arms from helping the kids and animals back onto knowhere, yet Adam felt an overwhelming feeling he would yet put a name too throughout his entire body. It made him feel jumpy and nervous, but also warm and relaxed at the same time. Emotions were quite confusing.

Then you began to sway, how could you not as the speakers began to blare David Bowie, probably your favorite earth artist. A smile graced your lips and, of course, Adam noticed. You were dancing, and it was beautiful.

Then, you finally turned to him, a light in your eyes as you offered him; “would you like to dance?”

Adam didn't know how to dance, he wasn't sure of much. Your hands were out and open for him, Adam tried to think about it but he was unsure of what to even think. Reluctantly and almost scared, he took your hands and the warmth enveloped him. You tugged him quite harshly to his feet, the blanket slipping from his shoulder as he stood awkwardly in front of you and around the crowds of people. Little children and even smaller animals scurrying around him, but he only saw you as you started to sway and bob your head. Adam felt an uncontrollable tug at his lips take over.

You looked up at him, he stood bulky and stiff in front of you, a stark contrast to everyone around. Adams eye scanned the area, a self conscious look in his bright eyes before looking at you, “i don't know how to dance.”

“Just let your body move to the music! However you want to!” you spoke over the music, jumping on the balls of your feet and spinning the sound of Starman by David Bowie.

Adam had never had the privilege to do ‘however he wanted’ so a part of him felt even more stunned. You noticed the hesitancy in his body and took his hands and started to swing, Adam still struggled to let go and lose the tense and stiff feeling in his body. “Come on, Adam!”

“Okay, okay!” he laughed, trying to move his shoulders and head similar to yours, not realizing the beaming smile on his face as the two of you danced. As he loosened his movements and you both moved much more fluidly, you jumped and swung your hips, Adam looked a little ridiculous as he moved his arms through the air but he felt free. Hand in hand you swayed around, Adam would spin you (with some guidance, obviously) and each of you would fill with laughter.

Adam was still quite underdeveloped in the material world, he didn't know a lot and many things were still so confusing. He had a lot of time to figure out what everything meant in this vast world, what every emotion felt like and how he should react. What Adam likes and dislikes, who he likes and dislikes.

Right now, as he music blasted around him along with smiles and cheers for the victory of defeating the high evolutionary. Adam moving in a more free way he's ever felt with you, smiling and so close to him it made his skin feel on fire. Adam decides he likes David Bowie, and dancing. Dislikes the feeling of hurting people and being ordered around. Really likes seeing you smile, and thinking about how he could make it happen more, and more.

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #marvel #guardians of the galaxy

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captainlondonman · 5 months

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Sewer Man

Josh felt in a great place. He was doing well in college, had the pick of the girls and with the curly blond locks and good physique helped by much time at the gym, he was going places he thought. He was on his way home walking alongside his mate, Tim and passing a building site where clearly there was work going on in the sewers. You couldn’t avoid the stench stretching as far as the pavement. Just as they were about to pass a stocky,middle aged man in full yellow mud stained Hi Viz waterproof clothing and mud caked waders came into view, smiling at the lads as they walked past.

‘I tell what Tim, one thing is for sure, I ain’t ever gonna end up in a job like that looking as shit as he does. Christ look at him with his overweight body and doing such menial work.’

Just after they passed the bloke, the man shouted out

‘Hey mate looks like you dropped this bottle out of your bag.’

‘Not sure it’s mine,’ Josh retorted gruffly

‘Sure is mate, I saw it just fall out as you were looking at me. It ain’t been opend so you might as well have it.’ He said coming up to Josh to hand over.

The smell from the man with the sewer slush all over him made Josh want to throw up and get the hell out so thinking it was best to quick accept.

T’hanks very much’ as he grabbed the bottle.

‘Sorry about the smell lad but you get used to it.’

Josh grimaced as he took the bottle and stuffed quickly into his bag, moving on.

‘Christ what a fucking job he’s got and he thinks you get used to that smell. Not bloody likely as far as I’m concerned. No one would want to look and smell like that’

Josh and Tim walked on eventually parting ways and Josh thought when he got in he would get on to his computer and get some college work done for the following day. Later in the evening with the bottle sitting unopened next to his lap top he started feeling a bit horny so unzipping his trousers he started to cruise online enjoying some of the porn sites seeing girls giving blokes blow jobs. As his cock started to grow he opened the bottle and took a swig of the water.

‘Odd, it doesn’t feel just like water but it’s not bad. I’m still sure I never dropped it. As the water slid down his throat so his cock hardened, much stiffer than normal, he was ram rod stiff and feeling so constrained in his trousers he put his hand in to yank out. As his full thickness came out so his cock sprang up showing a nice gleam of precum. He looked at the photos on line and thought to himself.

‘How come this is making me so horny, I need to search for something better’ so without thinking he typed in

Horny HiViz workies on Tumblr and immediately a whole page of websites came up. Guys in Hiviz, Bears, chunky workies with full beards and arses showing.

‘Shit what is all this I have never looked at this before but my cock is telling me I love it’. He stared at the screen, seeing photos of Hi Viz guys sucking one another off, fucking each other in portacabins, big and beefy and the bigger and beefier, the more he kept staring and the more his cock bounced.

‘Shit this is great, these guys are so turning me on,’ he said as his hand started to slip down and grasp the full ramrod thickness. The more he stared at the screen the more his hand started to work his shaft and he sat further back in his chair , his legs wide apart so he could see his full 8” and feel the pulsating hardness.

‘What is it that’s making me love seeing these hairy workers shag each other but it’s such a turn on.’

The one video of two blokes in a portacabin with one bent over a bench his HIViz taken down round his ankles showing a large hairy arse while his mate unzipped and took out his thick cock spitting on the shaft and rubbing it in with his dirty hands ready to take his mate up the arse. The guy’s pot belly was hanging over his trousers but that was part of the arousal for Josh. He played the video over and over again his hand jerking his cock, moving up and down the full length. He could feel himself coming and arched back in the chair groaning as he could feel his cum ready to burst from his balls and up the shaft.

‘This is the best wank ever’ he thought and with that he spurted load after load of cum the first load hitting his chin and then all over his body, great arcs of creamy cum.

‘Where did all this cum from? I never wanked like this and had so much.’ And his heavy breathing subsided.

Cleaning himself up Josh went to bed and all night he could not get the picture of the two burly hairy workies fucking each other out of his mind. His cock kept getting hard every time he thought about them.

Getting up the next morning he decided he could not be bothered going to college and would chill out at home. As always he liked to look at himself in the mirror admiring his 6 pack.

‘Christ something seems a bit different’ he said examining himself. The blond hairs on his arms were starting to go a darker colour and his smooth chest was showing signs of a dark stubble not just a little patch between his tits but stretching up from his waist and up towards his neck. Even his legs seemed to have a coating of darker hair.

‘It was not like this yesterday’ he thought but in some ways he thought it made him look more masculine so he then forgot it and started to get on with his day. Seeing the bottle of water he decided to take another swig, it wasn’t that bad. Again as it went down his throat so the tingle started again and so his cock hardened making a thick large bulge in his chinos. He felt good and suddenly he knew he needed to go out but wore a long jacket to cover his hardon. Without thinking he walked into town and stopped outside the barber shop where he had seen several workies go in for their cuts. There was only the one barber but the guys always seemed happy to sit and wait. But today there was no one waiting so he was drawn inside.

The barber turned and said

‘Hi Mate needing a cut? He was a bear of a man. 6’2’’ with shaved head and bushy dark beard. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and his hairy arms bulged out and the buttons could hardly keep in his belly which was straining at the fabric. A pair of fatiques showed a large arse and a decent bulge at his cock.

‘Yeah thanks’

‘So what do you want? Just a trim with those blond locks of yours.

Without thinking Josh blurted out ‘No I want the lot of off Make my head look like yours , basically a skinhead.’

‘As long as you are sure. It will certainly make you like a real man’

‘That’s what I want’ Josh replied so certain.

The barber took out his razors and started shaving each side of Josh’s head and Josh could see all his blond locks falling in to the floor but he didn’t mind. Then he felt the hair on the back of his head go leaving a stubbly mess all over.

‘I’m gonna put some shaving foam all over your head and then take the sharp razor for a proper job.’

‘Fine by me’

As the barber worked on his head Josh could still feel his cock so stiff that it was almost painful. With the hair cape over him he started to stroke his dick and move it around in his chinos to make it more comfortable. The barber was moving around the chair and Josh could feel the guy’s belly rubbing against him. Josh was loving that flesh against him and started to mildly push his body against the chest and feel it sinking into him. Not sure what was going on but he started to think the guy was responding and pushing a little more. As Josh looked down he could see the guys enlarged crotch sitting on the armchair, the bulge pushing against his fatiques and showing the outline of an definite knob on. Josh couldn’t understand why he was getting so aroused by this fat guy with the big cock when he was hetero but he felt himself so horny and loved the guy’s beer belly tight in against him. His hand started stroking his own cock thinking he was being discreet.

‘Looks to me mate as if me scalping you is getting you worked up. I know damn well that hand of yours is stroking your dick.’

And with that the barber undid the cover and took it away.

‘That’s some erection you got there, Christ it really is straining down your leg.’

Not knowing what he was saying or why Josh found himself saying

‘I love feeling your belly rubbing me and that cock of yours looks pretty erect to me.’

‘Sure is mate, a good sized bulge.’

‘I’ve never sucked a cock before but I really want to give you a blow job

‘Looks as if you have come to the right place. You won’t get a better dick than mine to suck. Just as well you have a big mouth to take it all. Let me lower the blinds and lock the door.’

Josh needed to let his cock out and he was so hard he could hardly let it out of his chinos. He turned to see the barber coming back towards him, his belly hanging over his belt and his hand rubbing his expanding crotch.

‘So you like a big guy with a big dick, eh boy.’

‘Sure do.’ Josh replied his hand reaching out to grab the barbers crotch and he could feel a huge pair of balls and thick erect dick.

‘I’ve never sucked dick before but Christ I want this man’

‘Let me help you’ the barber said as his meaty hands undid his zip and let his cock bounce out. ‘You’d be amazed how many workies have had this down their throats.’

His dick sprang out of a forest of dark pubic hair really thick at the top a full 9inches tapering and revealing a large cut dark pink head.

‘You sure look as if you’re gagging for my dick.’

The barber took hold of Josh scalped head and pushed it towards his cock.

‘You can get hold of your prick while you suck me off. Not a bad knob you have there boy it sure is fucking stiff.’

Josh could smell the sweat of the man’s cock as he opened his mouth. He may never have sucked before but he knew what he wanted and he wanted the whole length. He let his tongue gently rub around the head taking in the first drops of precum. It felt good and he let his tongue lick his lips to savour the taste and smell.

‘I need a bit more than a fucking lick, open yer whole mouth. My workies know how to suck cock.’

Josh opened his mouth wide and slowly started to take in the length, slightly gagging at first, tears coming to his eyes but he knew he wanted the full and more than that he wanted to feel his scalp touch the man’s beer gut which was hanging over his fatiques. As the barber’s ock was nicely tapered so he was able to move up the shaft, his saliva moistening the thickness.

The barber took hold tightly of Josh’s head and pushed him against his groin.

‘Take the whole bloody length’ as he plunged his cock the whole way until Josh’s mouth was almost glued against the forest of dark wiry pubes. Taking the prick was one thing but for Josh feeling his bald head rubbing against the flabby hairy belly was the best. As the barber pulled him in and out and as the cock slipped all the way down Josh’s throat so his head moved in and out of the soft hairy belly.

‘You fucking love dick but I think you love a beer gut even more. Go on push yerself right in. You suck just like a fucking wired up workie. They suck the best. Maybe you should think it over. I fucking love feeling all that spit of yours on my shaft.’

Keeping hold of Josh’s head the barber started humping faster and faster and by this time Josh had his hand gripped round his own dick wanking as hard as he could, loving the feel around his cock head.

‘Shit man I,m gonna cum, keep wanking boy I want to see you shoot as you take all my spunk.’

With one final push so Josh’s head sank into the barber’s belly he let out wad after wad down Josh’s throat so much that it was spilling out and down his chin.

Josh let out a huge groan as his own cock erupted up and over his shirt great white globs all down his front.

‘You are one fucking randy little cunt, boy.’ The barber said wiping his cock to remove the dripping cum. Well time for you to have a look at your head and see what you think. Not sure what it is mate but you seem to have changed a bit since you came in. Is it just the scalping?’

Josh looked at his reflection. His eyes opened wide in astonishment. Sure enough all his blond hair had gone and a gleaming bald head was in its place which he thought looked so different but liked, in fact he loved it. However his blond facial hair which was never very heavy and besides he shaved every morning, looked very different. It was not just a very dark 5 o’clock shadow but it was a short bristle and seemed to take up half his face which in itself seemed bigger and wider. He then looked down his body and hardly noticed all the cum stains down his shirt. What he did see was that his body was almost wanting to bust out of his shirt. The shirt had been fine when he put it on but now not only could he see a pair. of man boobs but his belly was tightly pressed against his shirt and his arms were almost ripping the sleeves open. Not only that but there was dark hair showing right up to his neck. Is this me he asked himself moving his hands around to make sure the reflection showed in the mirror. It was him. Gone was the boy next door look and in its place was a bald dark guy with a thickening body.

‘I know it is me’ he thought ‘and somehow I like it.’

The barber said ‘You can’t leave here with that cum stained shirt. I think I can help you out, wait a mo.’

He went out the room and came back in with a battered bag.

One of my workies left this recently but hasn’t come back for it. It has a HiViz jacket inside plus some other things so you might as well take the lot. Look here’s the jacket.’

He pulled out a filthy jacket full of dark stains, some areas looked more black than yellow.

‘I can’t wear that’

‘Well you either put that on or everyone sees you’ve been having a good wank. Up to you mate.’

Josh took the jacket and thought

Christ where has this been its almost as if it’s been down a sewer.’

Gingerly he put it on. But it was too big.

‘Forget the size mate at least it will get you home.’

‘I’ll just leave the rest’ Josh said.

‘Oh no take the lot I don’t want it messing up my shop and beside I don’t want that smell around me. Tell you what since you gave me such a great blow job I won’t charge you and you can take the bag as a thank you from me. Now get the hell out and let me wipe my cock before the next workie comes in. You never know what he might be wanting.’

As Josh slunk home he was at first worried someone might recognise him but thought with his shiny scalped head, his now dark semi beard and thicker body plus the dirty HI Viz jacket no one would want him. Also the smell would put people off. However as he carried the bag not knowing what was inside, there was something about the smell that he started to like.

‘Christ it’s like a sewer but I am feeling turned on and he could feel his cock grow the more he breathed in the foul smell. ‘Thank God the jacket is covering me, just as well it is too big’ he thought as his cock inched its way down his leg.

Once home he took the jacket off and laid it across his bed, dumped the bag on the floor and found himself having to wank gain to get his cock back to normal. When he had cleaned himself up he felt so tired and took another gulp of the special water before undressing and collapsing on his bed under the jacket.

‘God I must have slept for hours he thought as the daylight poured in I’d better get up and prepare for college’ as he struggled out of bed. As he passed his mirror he suddenly halted and stood back to look at himself. He had to touch the mirror to know that it was him. The blond college guy had gone. In front of him stood a slob. He was now taller than yesterday, gone were the slim muscle legs. They now looked like hairy tree trunks, thick curly hair from his toes all the way up and around his crotch. But his crotch was massively thick with hairs and now he had a pair of very heavy balls. His nicely sized circumsized cock was longer and thicker and uncut. The dark hair continued all the way up and across his chest. The slight belly he had yesterday and now ballooned out to a full beer gut hanging over his belly and his man boobs almost needed a bra with huge fleshy nipples. The dark hair continued up and around his shoulders and as he turned in the mirror so it continued down his back and Christ his arse was a positive jungle. His head was still totally shaved and gleaming but the 2 days growth of beard was now thick and bushy. Staring at himself he panicked and as he stared dumbfounded he could smell BO from somewhere. Christ it was him as he lifted his arm and smelled his now hairy armpits. ‘Its as though I have not washed for a week.

How the hell can I go out’ he thought ‘as none of my clothes will fit me, I not just big but I’m fat and almost craving for a beer.’

He then remembered he had worm the Hi Viz jacket the day before and it was what he thought way too big. Perhaps there were some clothes in the bag he could at least wear until he got to a shop.

Lifting up the bag he let the contents fall onto his bed and with the clothes came an avalanche of dirt. ‘What the hell is all this?’

As he checked through he saw a worn dirty and pissed stained jockstrap, the piss marks now almost brown. A dirty T shirt with holes under the armpits smeared with grease. A pair of HIViz trousers which were almost as black at the jacket, a thick belt, a pair of dirty thick socks that at one stage may have been white but now were grey and finally the items that had made the bag so heavy, a pair of waders caked in dirt.

‘How the hell can I go out in these but I have no option’ he thought. Firstly he put on the jockstrap which was a perfect fit and let his new cock fill it out. His cock stirred as he gave himself a hard grope. The T shirt was tight making his boobs stick out and his nipples so obvious, it was a bit short so when he put on the HiViz trouers his hairy belly stuck out under and over the tight belt. Next the waders and he felt the rubber attaching itself to his legs as he pulled them up. Finally the jacket which today was a perfect fit. He walked back to the mirror to look and picked up the almost empty bottle to down the last few drops. He stood facing himself his legs wide apart, the waders almost rising to his groin so his crotch stuck out, his meaty hands jutting out from the jacket. And his belly dropping down over the belt. Instead of feeling disgusted at his look he smiled and felt that he looked right, he looked a fucking fat beery thicko workie and already he could see his crotch getting bigger and his cock more than semi erect.

Now he knew what he needed to do and where he needed to go.

Josh walked back to the building site he had passed a few days earlier and the guy was standing waiting and signing towards him.

‘I knew you’d be back Joe. This is where you are meant to be and shit, look at you, a right slob of a workie, perfect for us to get on with the job down the sewer. Get your hard hat on and let’s climb down. I lead the way and you follow

Josh did as he was told and climbed down into the sewer. The stench rising to meet him. Once down the lights were dim but as he stood and took in the foul smell so his cock started to grow. He fucking loved the smell and felt at home., giving his crotch a pull and his cock slid down over the waders.

I knew you’d love it down here Joe. I can see that cock of yours loves it too. So does mine, the Boss said unzipping his Hi Viz. I think you and I have a bit of unfinished business eh? Now get over here’

The Boss put out one of his dirty shit covered hands and grabbed Josh’s cock squeezing his balls tightly.

A nice package you got there Joe. I might want a bit of that later. Bet you love vthat dick of yours in the jockstrap with all that dried piss. That piss is mine mate so you can feel all that rubbing against you. Time we let that beer gut of your out. Bet you never thought you’d have a hairy gut that size. The Boss released the belt and opened up the HiViz trousers showing Josh’s thick pubes.

‘Now turn round and stand against the wall’ and with that the Boss pulled down the trousers so they rested on the top of the waders. Jesus that is one hairy arse you’ve got. I will need to really push my cock past all that bloody jungle. The Boss took his hands over the arse cheeks and prodded into his hole. Seems you have a good sized hole there Joe. You’ll need for my cock.

The Boss undid his own HiViz and let his cock spring out, gobbing onto the shaft and with his hand mixing the spit and the shit. Along the shaft.

Bet you love getting shafted win those waders and you can take in the sewer stench at the same time.

The Boss kicked Josh’s legs wider apart as he directed his cock into the hairy crevice, pulling his cheeks wider apart so as to take the thickness of his prick. As he slid in his cock so Josh pushed out his arse to take the length and bonce the Boss could feel his dick sliding up with the mix of spit and shit he brought his hairy hands around Josh’s waist.

Not much of a waist you have there now. One big heavy hairy beer belly.. Let me get my hands over this mass and squeeze you. As he rubbed his hands over Josh’s belly so he pushed his cock up to the hilt , their waders rubbing together.

This is it Joe, now who’s the fucking middle aged fat workie. We are both hairy HiViz blokes down the sewers and you fucking love it , eh.

Yes Boss go on keep humping me. I’m so fucking hard with that cock all the way up my hairy arse.’ Josh said as he took one of the boss’s hands and move it up to his boobs. ‘Go on work my big tits. My boobs are almost like a woman and I lobve them being worked over. That’s right really squeeze my nipples’

‘ A right fucking dirty workie you are. Shit man you haver me almost ready to come’ the Boss said as he was pummelling Josh with his dick while one hand squeezed his belly and the other pinched hard his tit..

‘I’m fucking giving you it mate and you’re gonna take every drop of my spunk’

With one final ram the Boss erupted his cum all the way up Josh’s arse.

You ain’t coming yet Joe. I want to have some that spunk of yours a bit later so you will just need to hold back or now. Besides now you are down the sewer it’s time for some work to be done. Life ain’t so bad is it. A belly like yours, stench of shit, dirty all the time and a right hairy bugger to boot in those fucking waders.’

‘ Thanks for all this Boss. I don’t want anything else.

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