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have you ever been fisted?

“No, I cannot say I’ve had that experience. It’s a bit intimidating of a thought, to be perfectly honest with you, even though I can be a bit of a size queen. Haven’t gone that far, no. I probably would’ve walked the runways super weird for like a week after if I had.”

#interview.#Anonymous

Fuck Marry, Kill; Me, Me & Me ;)

“That sounds like an awkward honeymoon.”

#codyxrose

FMK Daddy Edition #2: Jonathan, Clint, Rhys

F: “Rhys. A lawyer to the morally... flexible financially? He’s basically the devil as I told him. That’s hot.”

M: “Jonathan. He is a freaking senator. Don’t you think I’d make the perfect trophy wife for a politician? Fuck Melania Trump, I look way better. And more natural.”

K: “I guess that leaves me with Clint? But I don’t want to kill anybody! Ugh, I want to just cheat and have a threesome with Clint and Rhys, okay? They should totally DP me.”

#interview.#Anonymous

FMK Daddy Edition #1: AJ, Christopher, Brock.

F: “Brock, have you seen him? How could one not wanna jump his bones?”

M: “AJ. I think all three of these men would make great husband material but I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Mr. Lovelace? That name is just great.”

K: “Christopher. But let’s cheat and make this K a ‘kiss’ because killing a cop could get me in trouble.”

#interview.#Anonymous

ngl, Casper and Felix (like, in general) always love answering some FMKs. so if anybody ever is bored and wants to send some, glad to accept them.

#ooc

lawyerrhys:

Rhys smiled at the man. “It’s the third maid just this month. I am becoming tired of hire them and they leaving on the moment they find another man on my bed, or once they know i’m into guys.” The lawyer jokes again, excluding the amount of parties he is used to give to his male friends when he is off duty. “That’s really incredible. I heard this place is really nice for families, or couple who wants to start families. Also, it’s never bad to have this much of eye candies around here, and a safe heaven from the world outside” He said with a smile, slowly starting to walking. “Oh I am a lawyer. I work mostly with fiscal fraud and tax evasion, more like. You know those guys who are paid to help rich people to lie in front of a judge to help them to pay less money to the government? That’s me.“

“Oh man! You’re either the most unlucky guy ever when it comes to hiring maids or you’re doing something to scare them off”, Casper replied to the other’s words with a laugh, though he was only half joking. Part of him was curious what Rhys was doing to get rid of his maids so quickly, as the man’s sexual orientation alone could hardly be the reason in the model’s belief. “Yeah, I would assume it is. It’s quite a lovely neighborhood. Not that Oliver and I are thinking about having kids anytime soon, I think. I’d make a terrible dad probably”, he chuckled. “I drink too much, party too hard and sleep around, what an example I would be.” There was no regret in his voice, though, and judging by the man’s words, he wasn’t one to condescend him. “So you’re quite literally the devil’s advocate, huh? Good thing I like me some morally grey people. They’re more fun. It’s quite attractive in men”, he joked... somewhat.

#lawyerrhys

delicatelymused:

“For a hot guy like you? I’m always offering.” He smirked. Leaning forward he rested his hand on the other thigh. “I think we could both use a good fucking.” He added. Sliding his hand up into his lap he palmed him a little. “Why don’t we get out of here and you can get that?” He asked.

Well, this guy certainly wasn’t shy, and fortunately neither was Casper. Had he not been tipsy, who knew how he’d reacted to someone this blunt? But right here and now, he was equally as shameless, so there was no problem in that. “I know I can”, he agreed with a smirk, nodding. “Well let’s go! Right behind you, sexy.”

#delicatelymused

theajdaddy:

“Well, I do get a couple of proposals here and there, but they rarely come from such a handsome, sexy guy as you. And I’m the one feeling lucky actually. What time should I come over? And more importantly: What do you want me to be wearing before you take it off my body? I might get enthusiastic and rip off your clothes, so, if I were you, I wouldn’t wear underwear that you really like.”

“I guess we’re both lucky, then. Well I’m free all day and night today basically, so how about you come over right now? Or, well, as soon as you can. And I’d say wear whatever you think you look hottest in, but maybe don’t wear too much stuff. I probably will get super eager to see you naked, especially if you wear my clothes off. Cause I gotta say, the thought alone has me kinda horny right now. Nothing hotter than a man that gets enthusiastic and takes what he wants.”

#theajdaddy

mmademigodchet:

“Yeah, he and I talk. When he talks about you it’s like he received a gift from the gods or something. He really loves you.” Chet brushed his hand through the other’s hair, and seeing that smile on the other’s face, he could tell Casper was happy to know his husband talked about him with such affectionate praise. Chet’s lips and Casper’s felt so good together, and somehow they were working as one unit, meshing together, puckering, making a few sucking and smacking noises, and Chet’s tongue explored the inside of the warmth and wetness that felt so good in Casper’s mouth. “Mmmm, would that be such a bad thing?” Chet asked playfully as one of his hands moved from Casper’s ass, so he could hold onto the back of the beautiful man’s thigh, and raise his leg up to latch around his waist, keeping Casper as close as possible. He groaned into the kiss that turned into heated sensual passion. His other hand continued squeezing the former model’s fat ass, wanting it so badly. “He’s told me quite a few things…and I’d love to know…if all the stories are true…” Chet ground his big clothed cock against Casper, wanting him so badly at this point, wanting to take the other man desperately. “I wanna make love to you…”

“Well, when you talk to him the next time, you can tell him how much I love him too. I mean, you know him, so you know how gorgeous and handsome he is. And that he’s the greatest guy ever. Trust me, I’m the one that received a gift from the gods”, he spoke with a smile, letting out another soft moan against Chet’s lips. “And it seems like your husband got one as well.” It really was an effortless move from the adoring thoughts about his husband to the sensual, lustful kiss he shared with the other man right now, getting more and more eager for more with every moment. Wrapping his leg around the muscular male’s waist, Casper groaned in pleasure, his moans growing increasingly needy as he felt that strong grip on his bubble butt. “Mhh... I’d love to hear some of those stories... I’m sure I can confirm or deny some of them..:”, he teased with a wink, moaning as he felt Chet’s big bulge, one hand resting on the broad shoulders of the other while the other dropped to rub against the fabric of his pants, feeling up that large cock through the garment. “If one of those stories was that I kinda love a big dick... I can confirm”, he smirked.

#mmademigodchet

acgusts:

His bright green eyes remained fixed on the older male, as he slowly took another sip of his drink. He was unintentionally consuming his drink at a faster rate than he was used to, which not only meant the affects of the alcohol were starting to set in- he was also almost out of a drink. Making a decision to nurse the remainder of his drink, August gently lowered it to the table.

“Well, perhaps you’ll get an opportunity,” he responded, adding a wink at the last second in an attempt to tease the older male. Teasing was never something that he’d excelled at, but he thought he was heading in the right track. And if he wasn’t, well he’d find out soon enough. At the rate their conversation was progressing, if something was going to happen it would be happening soon.

He pursed his lips, as he heard the other male’s question. Was he having fun? He had been at the bar for well over a couple of hours, and normally he would have left by this point- so that must have meant he was enjoying himself. Which was an odd feeling, one he’d never gained from going to a bar. Perhaps he should make a habit of visiting bars, especially if it were to lead him to handsome strangers.

“I’m having a blast,” he responded with a smile as he leaned towards the older male, inhaling as he caught a whiff of his cologne. Caught off guard by the male’s decision to place his hand on his thigh, it took all of August’s will power not to cry out. After all, he knew where things were headed, he just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Smiling, he slowly placed his hand on top of Casper’s as he looked him in the eyes. “And what is that?” he asked, a smile dancing across his face.

Casper knew a thing or two about doing things unintentionally - there hardly ever was full intention involved for all too long when it came to him and drinking. He certainly fell victim to drinking his cocktails too fast on a regular basis, and clearly he was not one to handle his liquor well. Although, maybe that was debatable, as he himself rarely had regrets about the loss of inhibitions (or some would say, decency and shame) he usually experienced after a drink too much. “Perhaps, huh? You sure like teasing me, don’t you”, he chuckled, licking his lips. Fortunately for the other, a tipsy Casper was fairly easy to tease, as patience never was his biggest strength even when sober.

“Well, that’s good to hear. So am I”, he smirked, rubbing August’s thigh a bit more as the other’s reaction to his gesture made a grin appear on his lips. “Oh, you know...”, he spoke in the most casual tone, though his expression wasn’t so innocent, and neither was the way his hand moved further up the other’s thigh, dangerously close to just grabbing his crotch right there and then. “We could always find somewhere more private, or you could come to my place... and I’ll show you just how much fun I can be.”

#acgusts

princechristiank:

The woman that Christian was shamelessly grinding up against is quickly forgotten as he feels the touch of the man he’d met gazes with. Normally, Christian isn’t this confident in himself but he did drink a few alcohol shots before coming out into the crowd. A flirtatious grin adorns his lips as he presses closer, allowing both of his hands to playfully brush across the man’s hips. “Christian!” His name is spoken in a laugh, body rolling in tune to the music. He barely even stops when this song ends and transitions into the next. It only takes a few moments of the opening tune for Christian to recognize the song, his eyes widening with delight. “This is my favorite song of theirs!” So now not only is he dancing with this handsome stranger named Casper, but he’s now singing loudly–perhaps badly–to the upbeat song. Maybe Casper won’t find him to be a total dork while they dance so closely. When the song ends and he feels the need for a break, Christian gasps a little and brushes his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “Do you want to get a drink?”

Casper certainly did not require alcohol to let his confidence show, but even he knew quite well about the effects a drink or two could have, in his case taking away most of his inhibitions which always came in handy at any sort of party. And wasn’t that what a concert like this was, basically? A big, fun party. And indeed he showed little restraint in the way he was dancing, shamelessly showing how much he was enjoying himself but also making sure to show off himself and his body with the way he was dancing, always happy to attract some attention even if it was just in the form of looks from the crowd - be they ones of judgment or desire. “It’s a great one!”, he agreed with Christian as the other stated his love for the song that came on, though he just giggled and laughed rather than singing along to the tune as well. Casper had plenty of talents but singing still wasn’t one of them, and with Christian dancing so close to him he didn’t want to do that to the other’s ears. “Sure! Bar’s right over there, right?”, he asked rather rhetorically, gently grabbing the other man by the arm and leading the way out of the dancing crowd, to the area where there was at least somewhat more room to actually move and breathe. “God, it’s been a while since I got this sweaty and screamed this much without taking my clothes off”, he joked.

#princechristiank

oliverxnorwood:

What a sight that was. Casper was flawless in every way Oliver could think about – and to see him like this – bare and willing to submit, was definitely the most gorgeous sight of all. How lucky was he to have fallen in love with a model and being the one to set a ring on that finger? Especially since he was well aware of how many other models wanted his husband. How many designers would offer their right hand for a night with the man that made his heart beat faster than ever. Oliver smirked – a smug look of pride plastered on his lips. All of Casper was his. Sure, they could share and every now and then have someone else to share their conjugal bed with but in the end…? Casper was his and his alone.

“Hush…” Lips brushed against Casper’s in order to silence the loud moans that seemed to go straight to the photographer’s crotch. Every whimper. Every moan. His cock was hardening even more if such thing was possible and all he wanted to do was to drill his husband through the mattress as hard as he could. But not yet. Not now. “Close your eyes.” While his hand continued to jab the mechanical device as perfectly as possible against the other man’s prostate, Oliver tilted his head and gently placed a kiss on Casper’s neck. First lips… then the tip of his tongue dragging against the skin… then his teeth nibbling it gently. Inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and lust. The most perfect cologne of them all.

“You have no idea how much I need you.” Oliver closed his eyes and moved lower, shifting his position in the bed so that he could hover above Casper – kissing his husband’s collarbone before unceremoniously sucking on his right nipple as hard as he could. Just enough to bring a jolt of pain.Just enough to make Casper howl. Just enough to make him clench harder around the vibrator. “You’re so needy, baby… Fucking yourself in your own vibrator and thinking about my cock.” Concealing his smirk, Oliver targeted the left nipple. This time a bite on the hardened nub, his wrist pumping the vibrator in and out of his paramour at a faster and almost ruthless pace. “Look into my eyes. I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum.” Especially cause he loved how Casper looked when he did cum. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you? And good boys deserve nothing but the best rewards.”

It was odd and yet made perfect sense that Casper felt the very same way about his husband. The feeling was mutual in so many ways, and he couldn’t keep track of all the moments he looked at this man, the love of his life, and asked himself how he deserved all of this. No matter how confident the model was, there still were times when he didn’t grasp how he had managed to marry a man like Oliver. A man who could tolerate him when he was in a mood, who could take charge and dominate him when he was feeling needy, and who never grew tired of pounding him into the mattress, fucking like a wild animal in every corner of the house until they both were too exhausted to move. A man who loved him and never stopped loving him or lusting for him, no matter how many others they shared the bed with.

In this moment though, there were no others. Right now his entire world consisted only of Oliver, and he was willing, eager to submit and follow every word that came over his husband’s lips, let the man he loved give him pleasure and sweet torture, both so very similar as they usually were. Casper’s moans were almost entirely silenced as soon as the other told him to hush, the lust and overwhelming need still very much present in his blue eyes until he closed them at his lover’s command. Now and then, he’d find himself unable to hold back the needy whimpers when Oliver made the toy so perfectly hit his prostate that his body was left shaking at the jolts of pleasure that were sent through his system. His muscles tensing and relaxing, his body more and more restless as his husband’s lips and tongue started adding to the sensations.

“A-ah...”, he gasped, moaning out again when Oliver started sucking on his nipple,his fingers gripping the sheets more firmly in an attempt to keep himself from just screaming out in lust and pleasure. And yet, to no avail - there was no holding back, no way to keep himself from howling at the pain and pleasure, as he clenched so hard around the vibrator as if he never wanted to let it go and yet craved something else much more - craved to feel Oliver inside him, feel how much the other desired and needed him. “Ollie...!” He bit on his lip right as he felt Oliver bite on his nipple, his eyes opening once more and locking with the other’s to reveal the ambivalence of the immense pleasure he was experiencing and the incredible desire he felt for his husband. “I-I’m close... I’m about to cum, baby...”, he groaned, a loving smile on his lips when Oliver called him a good boy - just to turn into an expression of pure ecstasy again, a moan that escalated just like the way his back arched away from the mattress, his muscles tensed and his body convulsed, Casper clenching harder than ever around the vibrator as he climaxed, his throbbing length erupting in hot jets of his seed.

#oliverxnorwood

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