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He's so cutie pie

[84reedsy]

The Friend Date: Pt 2

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2239

Characters: Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Brooklyn (FemOC)

Pairings: Kevin Nash/FemOC

Warnings: Smut, cursing, consensual infidelity

Missed part 1? Catch up here! The Friend Date

Tags: @suckdizkit 😘

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As Scott had predicted, Kevin and Brooklyn's relationship improved. They weren't constantly trading snide remarks, the contention was gone. It was a welcome relief, Scott no longer felt the anxiety he’d had knowing Kevin would stop by.

He honestly didn't mind nor felt any jealousy over what had happened, Brooklyn hadn’t been explicit with details, but he knew enough to get the gist of the date. Kevin had let some details slip as well. Scott had never been much of a jealous guy and Brooklyn still had quite the appetite for him. He didn’t feel threatened and if anything…a pinch hitter wouldn’t have been a terrible idea in the first place.

Kevin came over more often now that he wasn’t irritated or menaced by Brooklyn’s presence. He didn’t seek her out or seem to make it a point to see her - but clearly felt comfortable enough to spend more time around Scott, which he was thankful for.

Brooklyn didn’t know much about which basketball teams were playing, just that Kevin was coming over to watch the game with Scott. She had to assume one was Tennessee. She made sure both of their favorite beers were stocked in the fridge and even made a few snacks for them to munch on. Of all the sports, she disliked watching basketball on tv the most. Games in person were fun, but she would be watching baseball upstairs instead. Maybe she’d go for a swim. She didn’t impose much on their special male bonding time.

She tied on a bikini in case she decided to take a dip in the pool, topping it with a simple black cotton cover-up. She didn’t go out of her way to dress up or make herself attractive when Kevin visited, but she had to admit to her reflection that she looked pretty cute as she tied up her hair in a high ponytail.

“Not like I mind if he looks,” She mumbled to herself.

Their voices occasionally carried from the den as they disagreed with a call or cheered for the Tennessee Volunteers, Kevin’s alma mater. She sat at the counter, flipping through a magazine. The weather in Florida may have been beautiful, but a rain out in Chicago had changed her plans.

“Babe, do you mind bringing us two more?” Scott called from the den.

“Of course,” She answered back, marking her place on the page before grabbing two bottles from the fridge and opening them. She grabbed a third, opening it for herself as she carried the other two bottlenecks between her fingers.

She handed one to each man, who thanked her.

“Sure you don’t want to watch?” Scott invited her to sit down with them. She looked at the screen and shrugged.

“I guess, my game is delayed,” She plopped down next to Scott, lounging against his shoulder as he draped his arm around her.

“Who’s playing today?” Scott slowly swigged his beer.

“Hopefully the Cubs and the Brewers. If not they’ll switch to the Yankees,” She made a grimacing face, “How long has it been since you played for them, Kev?” she asked, gesturing toward the game, nudging his knee with her foot.

“Feels like forever,” He scoffed, “I guess it's been….” He thought, thinking the number had to be wrong, “20 years…”

“20 years, damn…I was just a baby,” She teased him more, “You guys really are old,”

“Hey now, I’m nearly a year older than him” Scott flicked his finger against her arm, “Watch it, girl,”

“And yet you both still act like 12 year old boys,” She taunted them.

“How the hell else do you expect me to keep up with you,” Scott’s voice deepened as he murmured in her ear. It made her shiver and he smirked at the reaction he was hoping for. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Kevin glanced at her ass from where she was curled up on the couch, but looked away quickly.

She was fun to watch games with, she got involved vocally and understood the game at least. Though sometimes she was cheering for the wrong team with the orange of Syracuse confusing her occasionally.

Kevin took a long swig of his beer, emptying the bottle before standing, “Water bill,” He belched as he headed toward the hallway to the bathroom.

“Just so classy,” she joked, but her eyes followed him, suddenly remembering what he said he used to do every time he came over. She hadn’t noticed him excusing himself as much and it was his fourth beer, he could have actually needed to use the restroom. But something in her brain was telling her his departure was suspicious.

As if Scott read her mind, “Remember what you told me he said about jacking off all the time when he came over,” Scott looked toward the hallway, too.

“Yeah…but I haven’t seen him take off like he used to…I don’t think he’s been doing it still…” She deliberated the likelihood.

“...Why don’t you go check on him…” Scott suggested, doubting that she was right this time.

“Check on him?” She asked, incredulously, “What exactly do you want me to check? If his dick’s hard or not?”

“Would be a good start,” Scott shrugged, “Then you’ll know what to do…”

“Are you insinuating that I should do something with his dick if it is indeed hard?” she questioned with a sarcastic, accusing tone.

“You gonna sit there and tell me you haven’t thought about his dick since your date?” He vollied a playful accusation back at her, “You know he never told me much…but he said it really turned him on how wet you got for him,”

She felt that response already developing, squirming a little.

“Jesus Scott,” She rolled her eyes, “Like hell you’re not pimping me out to your friends,” She pinched his leg. After a moment, she huffed, but stood up as if irritated by the fact that she couldn’t resist the idea.

“Ow, damn girl!” He rubbed the spot on his leg, smirking as she stood, “Not at all…you’re just being a courteous host for your guests,” He teased as she shot him a warning glare over her shoulder, “Love you,” He called after her as she flipped him off in response.

Brooklyn walked as quiet as she could barefoot down the tiled hallway. The bathroom door was at the end of it, the light spilling onto the floor from underneath the closed door. She leaned her ear against it carefully, not hearing any noises or movements at first. But soon, a heavy, strained sigh made it through, a telltale sigh. The longer she listened the more subtle noises floated out.

She lifted her knuckles, knocking softly on the door, “Kevin?” She called softly, hoping to not startle him. She heard a whispered curse as he cleared his throat.

“Be right out,” Kevin tried to sound normal though his pulse was racing and he had worked himself up. He looked down at his pulsing shaft, interrupted from trying to rub one out. He hadn’t done this once since the date, but today she got to him. He imagined her in just the bikini earlier and that was enough to make him seek relief.

He felt his blood run cold as the knob to the door turned and it opened slowly. He quickly tried to conceal and put away his erection, but couldn’t manage to corral his monster member.

“Brooklyn, damn it,” He cursed as she slipped in the door and closed it behind her, “I said I’d be right out,”

“I kinda thought you didn’t do that anymore,” She gnawed on her lip, looking down at his cock, partially concealed by only his hand.

“Well, I hadn’t until today…” He said, annoyed at himself, “Do you mind?” He looked at the door, hoping she’d leave. He didn’t know what she was thinking, Scott was right down the hall.

“I don’t mind,” She said, but didn’t make a move to leave, “But I wouldn’t be a very good host if I didn’t take care of my guest,”

“What about Scott…” He asked, but his hand had already started to slowly move again.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” She took a couple of steps towards him, “Something tells me I don’t think he’d mind,” Her eyes kept dropping to his large cock, remembering the intensity of it filling her.

“You don’t think so?” He was caring less and less about what Scott thought about it at all, “I think about our date a lot,” He admitted.

“Do you? Dinner was good,” She teased, approaching him. She replaced his hand with hers, stroking the rigid shaft slowly, “Dessert was even better,”

“Jesus, I need this,” He wheezed as he let her take over. He wanted something specific that he didn’t get last time, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“Sit down,” She motioned to the edge of the tub, kneeling on the floor as if she were inside his head. Kevin let out a long, low moan as she slipped him in her warm mouth.

“That’s it, dirty girl, suck my cock,” He hissed as he slowly fucked her mouth back. His hand pressed her head downward, but she was already so eagerly trying to sink more of him in. He knew she’d never fit it all, it was physically impossible, but he was so turned on by her motivation, he nearly came. He gripped her hair and pulled her off his cock, her lips shining and her eyes teary, “Easy or you’ll choke to death on my dick,” He hummed at her.

He stood, slipping his shorts off, groaning as she stayed on her knees, greedily sucking on his balls. He was turned on more by her spirited enthusiasm. Feeling his balls tingling again, he pulled her up and perched her on the edge of the sink. Bad knees or not, he sunk to his in front of her, pushing up her dress and pulling the aqua fabric to the side.

“Jesus, yes, Kev, GOD YES,” She gripped against the counter, feeling his warm tongue sliding up and down her slit with a firm, quick force, “You lick my pussy so good, baby,” She whined, already wet from her own oral actions.

“Fuck I wanna make this pussy drip,” He growled against her aching clit. He slipped his tongue lower, fucking her with it as she writhed above him. He slipped his thumb over her clit, rubbing it roughly until she quickly came. He drank the wetness as it slid over his tongue, sucking her sensitive nub between his lips as she shuddered from the overstimulation.

“You did more than that,” She looked at him, her eyes half hooded, “Christ, I don’t know the last time I came so hard,”

Her words only enflamed his desire as he stood again, lifting her dress over her head and sliding her bikini top cups to the side. She leaned back just as he stepped between her legs and forced his cock into her aching cunt. She moaned loudly, letting her head fall back as he forced most of himself into her.

She gasped as he teased her threshold with insistent thrusts. She hugged her legs around his waist, whimpering as his hands groped her exposed chest, teasing and tugging at her peaking nipples. He slapped and gripped them tightly, making her suck her breath in sharply. He seemed to be in an abusive mood and she was game for it.

She looked down to see his cock stretching her pussy, shining with her juices as Kevin quickly

pumped into her. She reached down and massaged her clit, feeling an orgasm rushing forward.

“Cum on my dick, you dirty slut,” He seethed, his hand sliding up to her neck and wrapping around it. Her hands held onto his thick, flexed forearm as he shoved the last inch repeatedly in her. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy did indeed drip more wetness onto him.

She could breathe, but as she was on the edge of cumming again, she felt lightheaded, holding onto his arm desperately. She came as she felt his cock explode, physically at his complete control.

“FUCK! Yes yes yes…fill my pussy up,” She begged in a strained whimper.

Kevin hovered over her as he unloaded in her once again, his hair draped over her. He loosened his grip around her neck, his hand sliding slowly down her body. He felt the heat of his own seed surround his shaft in her sex, pumping short slow strokes as his release slowly waned.

Brooklyn winced a little as he withdrew slowly and he paused in concern.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, his face etched with worry.

“No…no no no,” She reassured him, “You’re just…a lot,” She laughed a little as she tried to regain her composure.

Kevin leaned down to kiss her, surprisingly intense for post-orgasm.

“How the fuck is Scott not just inside of you all the time,” His husky voice mused as he pushed back into her a little, his hardness not lessening.

From the otherside of the closed door, Scott’s voice broke through their haze.

“Because sometimes my balls are literally dry because of her. I need you to come over more often,” Scott laughed as he walked away.

Kevin smiled, still hovering over her, “Oh, that can definitely be arranged,”

[weepingwidar]

Jenna Gribbon (American, 1978) - Waffle House at Night Wrestlers (2019)

[r0tt1ng-ang3l]

[mysharona1987]

I will watch the crossover film.

[machobusta]

[codypunk]

let's all change companies and not tell shawn

[crydamouree]

Kevin Nash getting jealous of Xpac having other friends

(bro get a ROOM)

[dilanmoodboards]

I Need to share my agenda

[beautifullovelyfaces]

Jenna Ortega

[mbari-blog]

Time for another #WormCrushWednesday 😍

While most worms crawl on the seafloor or slither through the mud, the gossamer worm (Tomopteris spp.) swims in the waters far above the ocean floor. Tomopteris lives in the midwater—an expanse of water deep below the surface and far above the bottom—and never touches the rocks and sand below.

Like most worm-shaped animals that swim, Tomopteris moves by swishing their body side to side, but they also row their fleshy parapodia in sync with the body swishing. This effective technique provides speed and maneuverability for hunting prey and evading predators. Understanding how these worms swim could inspire new designs for underwater robots.

Scientists have described approximately 60 different species of gossamer worm. Most are just a few centimeters long, but the largest can reach 60 centimeters (24 inches) in length. Individual species can be challenging to distinguish. For more than 10 years, our team has worked with Smithsonian researchers to identify the Tomopteris worms that live in Monterey Bay. We have observed animals in the wild and collected specimens for close examination and genetic sequencing in the lab. We have learned that there are 18 different species of Tomopteris that live in our blue backyard—and several are actually species that are new to science.

[yaccydyacc]

Damn @victoriamatosao got major 🐴🍑donk back there 👀 HOW Ms. Parker doing today 😁

[atimeforghosts]

i need them

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[mysharona1987]

[punklifeisshit]

MICK FOLEY