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Got a beard kink

BEARD KINK

From five o'clock shadow to stubble to neatly trimmed to long and wild, this meme is about appreciating facial hair in all its forms. Dude, lady, or otherwise - all beards are welcome, as well as all beard/moustache admirers of any gender.

Of course, the true focus is all the intimate, shippy, or smutty fun you can get up to with facial hair, be it as tame as hair that tickles in kisses, tugging or running one's fingers through beards during sex, ritualistic romantic grooming, or enjoying the feeling of roughness on genitalia in oral sex. Go vanilla - or wildly out there!

WHAT DO?
- Comment with your bearded individual or your individual who likes beards.
- Include your desires, limits, etc.
- Get hairy.

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[ Either way bois. ]

[ B-b-bucky combo. ]

[Look, dude pulls off the scruffy lumberjack hipster look like a champion. See his journal for shipping/smut preferences. Otherwise, OTA, canon, crosscanon, assumed CR, etc.]

Edited 2020-02-06 01:11 (UTC)

[ welp

anyway, open to all characters, whether crosscanon/media or OCs! for the canonblind, rip's a bearded time traveller with a drinking problem trying to a) save the world; and b) not fuck up history while he does it. ]

Edited 2020-02-06 01:13 (UTC)

[ and here we see the wild grief beard in its natural habitat. ]

[he will be 107 before he can grow a beard.]

[This is what happens when you're lost in space]

Walking with a purpose, Brice came up to the side of the car that had been parked too long and squatted in front of the open window. "They're probably not....there." The last word came out as an afterthought. The guy behind the wheel didn't look like the typical private investigator that Brice was used to seeing outside his building. His blue eyes buzzed down the man's frame, seeing how his pants stretched over meaty thighs and a big pouch.

Taking a breath, Brice warmed up. The guy was cute, and that beard! "Uh, people are only in there after eight at night. Usually, leave before three in the morning.

I'm Brice. Take me to breakfast and I can tell you so much more." He was already thinking about how to hide under the table between the man's legs.

Edited 2020-02-07 03:29 (UTC)

Heightened senses generally made Scott pretty hard to startle. So maybe he was too focused on the building in front of him, or maybe he was just a little too used to people leaving him alone, but the last thing he expected was to be disturbed.

"Uh." Eloquent, as always. "Thanks for the tip. I'm Scott."

He did, however, pick up on certain things. Like changes in heartbeats, for example. "You always ask strangers in cars to take you out to breakfeast, Brice?"

"You're welcome, Scott." Brice took in the interior of the car, pleased to find it not too littered with fast food bags and almost-empty coffee cups. To answer, Brice shrugged.

"It's usually a couple of tens to keep me moving, rather me than have me hanging out by their window, drawing attention. And you're not a stranger, Scott." Brice gave him one of his high-wattage smiles. "But breakfast is a big step, I know you're on...duty? Patrol?" Brice pointed to the passenger side. "Mind if I join you?"

"In my car?" Scott raised an eyebrow. It was bold, he had to admit. But he also had to weigh up the options - let this guy in his car, or leave him where he was, potentially alerting people to his presence.

So he leaned over, opening the passenger door.

"You know, you're definitely the most interesting part of my day so far."

Brice didn't have anything going on, and it wasn't as if he was defenseless. Being a magic user had its perks in self-defense. Besides, the man was friendly even when caught off guard, and cute. Brice had a feeling about him, and he had learned in his young life to follow his gut.

Settling into the passenger seat, Brice closed the door quietly, yanking it quickly when it got close to the latch so it would close securely. Looking over at Scott, Brice repositioned himself, slipping his left leg under his right, attention in Scott's direction. Scott's declaration earned him another smile. "I'm sure you say that to all the hotties," Brice replied, eyes shifting from Scott's to the place he was scouting and then back again. "Maybe you were just wishing for some company and here I am. So, what's the scoop? Who did what?"

"Not all of them," Scott grinned. He eyed Brice, then glanced back out of the window. "I really shouldn't talk about my cases."

But if Brice was from the area, Scott knew any information could potentially help. So he mirrored Brice's pose, letting himself settle back a little better into his seat. "My client is convinced that her son's gotten into some shady stuff. Wants me to find him and get him back to her before it can ruin her reputation." He rolled his eyes at that. Rich people.

"It's important to be selective. Save your compliments to the hotties of the highest caliber." Scott had a good smile on him, Brice had to admit that much. Maybe it was the thick, well-groomed beard around his mouth, but his teeth were a good shade. Not yellowed, but not fake-white either.

When Scott opened up about the case - something Brice hadn't expected him to do no matter how flirty he got - Brice's expression settled and he took the information seriously. "Ah, good old standard rebellion," Brice said, rubbing his hands together. "What does this mom think is shady? No one's rolling oil drums full of bodies out of there. Sometimes I see a blond guy, looks a little greasy, but not a danger I don't think. Maybe," Brice gives it a few seconds of thought, "about six people probably live there? I think it's a group of people around my age. They throw some parties but only loud enough to a point. Window's gotta be open to hear anything, always calms down before the cops get called. How long's he been gone?" If someone was in actual trouble, Brice could put his libido to the side. He smirked as a thought played through his head. "She still paying for his lifestyle? Tell her to stop."

"Not that you're cocky or anything," he joked. Brice was cute, and there was no shame in knowing that about yourself.

"Drugs, mostly. She made him sound like Pablo Escobar, but between you and me?" Scott shook his head. "I found a joint in his room, so it's probably just some dumb kid who wants to get away from his mom and get high. He hasn't even been gone a week yet. Still." He paused, scratched at his beard and sighed. "I'm getting paid to sit in a car all day, so I can't complain."

Brice's cheeks colored a bit at that, but he just shrugged his left shoulder. It seemed like Scott thought he was cute too, at least the adult teen hoped so.

He found himself leaning in as Scott posed the question as if it was going to shake the very foundation of Brice's world. There was a manly scent coming off Scott, maybe it was just his warmth, but Brice liked it. "So he's crashing in what is probably at least a decent townhouse, getting high all day and is mom is angry-worried about him. Huh." Brice's palm stroked the console between them. "Yeah, it's pretty posh in here." Brice settled his shoulder and arm against the back of the seat.

"Sounds like a pretty good gig..." Brice trailed off, trying to think of a way to extend the conversation and steer it to Scott at least unzipping his pants. Brice wasn't feeling too confident about that, though. Scott seemed the type to take his work seriously, as mundane as it was.

"I could probably get myself invited to a party, if you needed someone on the inside. Is the greasy blond guy the son?" 'Mark' or 'target' would have sounded better, but they also sounded like mob slang, at the very least thief slang, and Scott didn't seem like the type to take too kindly to being compared.

Edited 2020-02-07 21:54 (UTC)

Honestly, Scott thought it was more likely that the woman was worried about not being seen as the picture-perfect family if word got out that her son dared to be a rebellious teenager. He said as much out loud, then added "She'll probably be calling me again in a few weeks to find out if her husband's cheating on her."

Not the most professional, but still. Something about Brice had him relaxing a little. He'd been working alone for a while, this case being the most recent of a long line that didn't require more than one person to handle them. It was nice, actually getting to bounce off of someone.

"That's him, yeah. But I couldn't ask you to do that." At that he took a moment to give Brice a once over, eyeing him curiously. "What's your deal, anyway? You didn't exactly seem surprised to find me here, and you knew what I was doing."

"Sounds like she needs to get laid," Brice said off-handedly, eyes going a little wide once the words were out of his mouth. He hadn't meant to be so crass about it, but it was the truth. "I mean, she just sounds a bit like an ice queen, so maybe she needs to focus on herself. I'd recommend a week spa retreat in Arizona." There had to be spa retreats out there, right?

It was nice to see Scott physically sink a bit into his seat. Brice was honestly surprised he'd lasted this long in the car without being politely, but firmly, asked to leave.

"Sure you could," Brice replied, unbothered by it. Scott's roaming eye did things to Brice he'd rather not admit. It wasn't so much that Scott was sizing him up, but more like...checking him out? "You're a new car in the neighborhood. Not nice enough to be a drug dealer, but I hadn't pegged you as that anyway. Your face is too open to be a pimp, besides your eyes are kind. I might have pretended to tie my shoes a couple times before I approached, but you were really intent on that building."

Besides, who was Brice? A white kid in a white neighborhood that was three-quarters of the way gentrified. He was wallpaper paste in places like that neighborhood, and he was okay with that. Kept the pitchforks and fire pyres away at least. "I wanted to meet you. See if you were as cool as I thought you were."

Brice leaned against the console a little, looking up at Scott's face. "I think you are."

Brice's words had him barking out a surprised - but pleased - laugh. "Given the way she kept staring at my ass the whole time I was in her house, you may not be wrong."

His smile stayed as Brice spoke. He was either incredibly perceptive, or Scott was was getting a little sloppy, and he was willing to bet on the former.

"Well, I'm glad you think I'm cool. And I'm glad I haven't regretted letting you into my car." Because Brice wasn't so bad himself, to the point where Scott couldn't help but lean in a little, too.

"The problem is, if you were right earlier, I've now got hours ahead of me before anyone even shows up."

Even though Brice hadn't had the opportunity to check it out himself yet, from the rest of Scott's frame, Brice figured the lady of the house had good taste in butts. The laugh was a surprise, but welcome. It made Scott's whole face light up, but not in a childish way. Brice was a firm believer that people always looked more attractive when they smiled.

"Same here. I thought my day was going to be a snoozefest but I took a chance, and here I am." Brice nodded his head, leaning over further to look at the building through Scott's window. Brice turned his head up toward Scott's face.

"Seems that way..." Brice trailed off, wondering where his boldness had suddenly disappeared to. "Anything I can do to help pass the time?" There it was, even if it didn't carry the easy tease of earlier, maybe because Brice was being serious.

{Looking for a nice warm beard to keep her thighs warm in the winter.}

[ Gaze at the Majesty of her beard. ]

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