Professional birdwatcher

For example, at the moment she's been trying to help you navigate this Colt Seavers thing - the stuntman who has a big, fat, very obvious crush on you. He is not subtle. The other day he called your name across the set and, when you turned around, he did a front flip on the spot, just to try and impress you. That was all. It's so cute, how desperate he is for your attention, and the more you deny him it, the wilder it drives him.

"Do you think I should turn around?" you ask her. She's watching him over your shoulder, her brow furrowed.

"No, let him do at least one take first."

"You're so right. What would I do without you?"

"Look way more washed out under these lights, that's for sure." She withdraws her brush from your face when she's satisfied with your appearance. You sigh.

"Al, would it be crazy if I fucked him?" you ask. Allison snorts.

"No, it wouldn't be crazy. He's hot and he's obsessed with you. Plus he follows you around like a dog all day which has its sort of own charm, doesn't it?"

Ah, Allison. She knows how you like your men. To heel, mostly.

"Do you think... would you mind telling him I wanna see him in my trailer after we're done today? I have an idea."

Her face lights up with conspiratorial glee.

"Of course I can." You hear the sound of a man beind set on fire behind you, the scene being played out, and then a 'cut!'. "Now you can look."

You do. Colt Seavers is being extinguished. When he sees you've finally turned around, his smile is so bright you can see it even through the fumes.

Oh, the things you're going to make that man do.

Colt knocks on your door literally two minutes after the shoot has ended for the day. You get a glimpse of him out of your window and you can see him practising what pose will make him look the most nochalant when you greet him. You have to bite back an actual laugh as you watch him work out if he should have his sleeves rolled up or not.

When you do open up, he's propped up against the doorframe with his elbow, resting his face on his fist, trying to give off an aura of coollness. It's knocked out of him when you flash him your brightest grin.

"Colt, hey! I'm so glad you could make it. Come on in."

"Of course, sure!" he says when he gets his wits back, eagerly walking inside when you step out his way. He looks so big in these small spaces, all wide shoulders and thick chest. He is hot, even when he isn't being literally set on fire. "Allison said you wanted to see me?"

He tries not to sound too delighted, but it slips around the edge of his words like sunshine behind a cloud.

"Mmm, I wanted your help with a scene, actually. Take a seat. Coffee?"

"Yeah! I mean, uh, yes please, if that's cool."

He tries to look chill again. He's bouncing his leg very fast though.

You torture him just a tiny bit as the coffee is spit out of your machine and fills up the little cup. You can see him out the corner of your eye open and close his mouth a few times, trying to work out the perfect sentence to captivate you now he's within touching distance.

"So, uh, what's the scene? Is it the part where you're in the big fight? Want to practice being thrown around a little?"

You place the cup on the table in front of him and take note of his proud little smirk. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he blows on it to cool it down.

"Actually, there's just been a couple of rewrites for tomorrow. I needed to go over them."

"Oh. You wanted me to run lines with you?" his face contorts in confusion. He's so cute when he's clueless.

"No, I'm gonna read them. You're gonna go down on me while I do."

He spits out the sip of coffee he's just taken, then fumbles the whole cup and drops it all over the floor.

"Uhh, oh, fuck, uh, sorry, I didn't mean-- let me get some tissues--"

He grabs them from the box you keep nearby and starts to daub up the mess. You have to fight back a vulpine grin.

"If you're not happy to help, I can always ask the other stunt driver who--" you say with an exaggerated sigh. His head snaps up from the puddle of americano.

"No! No. I'll do it."

You think he wants it to to come out sounding sure and sexy, but it's just begged. He looks up at you so desperately that you think, in that moment, he'd do anything for you.

"You will?" you ask.

"Yeah. I wanna... help."

He swallows thickly. His throat bobs. Delicious.

"Okay. Let's go."

You don't hesitate as you pull off your slacks and your underwear with them. You do hear Colt actually gasp, though. You sit down on your sofa, legs akimbo, and pick up the couple of new pages you have to memorise.

"Go on, then."

Colt practically runs towards you, hesitating only for a moment before he strips off his jacket and throws it to the side. His hands go to the hem of his shirt. He glances at you.

"Should I take this off, too?" he asks.

"You should, baby."

He makes a whiny little noise in the back of his throat at the command and the pet name. His knees hit the floor too hard to be comfortable but he looks at your sex like what you have between your thighs is the centre of his entire world, mouth ever-so-slightly open as he watches how shiny your arousal is in the low light.

You begin to read and make a show of not focussing on him at all. Strong, calloused hands slowly alight on your legs and trace them all the way up to your hips. Eager fingers slowly map out every inch of you he can see, every inch of you he can reach. You allow him to explore you as you mutter your new lines to yourself. He can enjoy watching you get worked up; he has been very well-behaved so far, after all.

"Can I taste you?" it's barely more than a gravelly whisper.

You nod. From behind freshly-printed papery pages, you watch his head dip forwards so his pink tongue can lick a long stripe along you.

His breath shudders in a sigh, and now he knows how you feel on his palate, he can't hold himself back. He dives in between your legs, burying himself at the apex of your thighs, and worships you with his tongue. Your hands grip the script until it begins to crumple. When you throw a leg over his back so you can dig your heel into the thick muscle you find there, you both moan.

"That's it, Colt, you're doing so well," you hum, allowing him the treat of one hand coming to fist his dirty blond hair. You practically drag his head closer and he goes willingly. You know your first orgasm isn't going to be far off... and you have no plans on stopping at one for the night.

He's such a good stuntman. He takes direction so well.

tags: @kenstimetoshine @nerd-do-well @kiffycreative @bookerdefay @pixiebuggz @regalfirebird @go-bonkers-go-foolish @inthegalaxxy@sexyleftist @julepod @cosmicyeehaw @s4turnsb3st @qardasngan@valentine-blue @wereallbrokenangels(lmk if you wanna be added or removed!)

I love to think that Jacob is so gentle and tender in bed— until you start calling him daddy.

The first time you called him daddy was something you had held back for a while, but something about him… it made you want to call him that.

When you told him you wanted to try calling him daddy, he felt his cock twitch with anticipation instantly. You two were drinking cocktails and he had set his down on the table to walk closer to you, eyes on you, grab your jaw, and back you up into the counter. He pressed his hips into you, feeling his cock against your pussy immediately sent pings of heat through your core, and you were dripping.

“Well, babydoll. Why don’t you show daddy how much you want it.”

You looked at him, blushing intensely. “O-okay.”

“Hmm, not quite.” He tilts your head up and kisses your neck. “Try again.”

You gulp. “Okay… daddy.”

You feel him smirk against your neck, nipping the skin quickly before moving up to your ear to whisper,

“Good girl.”

You start calling him daddy in bed, and then around the house, and now sometimes in public but very quietly, he can’t keep his hands off of you when he hears you call him that.

~

Foreplay is absolutely necessary for him to make sure you feel good. The softest touches, the most tender kisses, sometimes leaving marks on you to make sure everyone knows you are his and only his.

“You’re mine. All mine.”

“Y-yes daddy. All yours.”

“Good girl.”

~

He loves going down on you. He’ll take his time, making sure you cum at least twice before he even thinks about fucking you.

He loves when you sit on his lap so he can give your tits attention too, and bring you so close, feeling every inch of you, tangling his fingers in your hair, running his fingers along your back, and you love feeling the cold metal of his ring. You’ll feel his cock twitch under you, and he’ll grind your hips together a bit, which feels like pure bliss. When he finally slides in, it’s passion beyond imagination. His cock so deep inside you, rolling your hips in such a way that makes you moan so loud. He’ll hold your hair back as he dives into your neck, leaving marks, telling you how good you feel around his cock, how he wants you to cum all over him.

When he’s on top, he’ll holding your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss, drinking in your moans as he thrusts in and out.

He’ll whisper in your ear as he thrusts into you, telling you how good you are for him, how well you’re taking his cock, how he loves feeling your pussy flutter around him. He’ll bury his face in your neck and plant gentle kisses all over.

“You’re being such a good girl for daddy, baby.”

“Look at you, taking me so well.”

“You can cum on my dick baby, daddy’s got you.”

“There’s my good girl.”

~

He praises you so much while fucking you, making sure every sentence you utter is either “yes, daddy” or “thank you, daddy.”

He doesn’t usually mind if you leave scratch marks on his back- it only shows how good he made you feel.