#am i shitting my pants over it? you betcha

[romantichore]

second day back to work and I already almost quit, it's a new record yall

[obeythebutler]

here! a gift for my lack of keeping my promises! it’s only a snippet though cuz i’m keeping the rest for myself

#censoredbysimeon hahaha

“‘m more of an action man.” Mammon starts, using both hands to get the other off. He hums as his right hand, massaging the tip of Barbatos’ cock starts to get slippery with precum. He squeezes both of his hands, earning a sharp moan. “And yer t’slow. ‘ere ya are ramblin’ on and on ‘bout taking care of me but ya can’t even keep yer composure.”

Mammon leaves a trail of kisses as his mouth makes its way down to Barbatos’ hips. He takes a teasing bite of the other’s side, smiling when Barbatos’ gives him a yelp. It’s quickly replaced with another sultry moan as Barbatos thrusts his hip up against Mammon’s hand for more friction.

“Look at yerself, Pretty. Legs spread, already leakin’ for me. Always so prim and proper—“

He’s cut off by, “—Puh-please! More, I need more—.”

“—but ‘ere ya are beggin’ like the greedy slut I know ya are.” Mammon gives Barbatos’ cock a couple tugs, one, two, and then squeezes the base a little too tight when he feels Barbatos is about to release. The older demon groans at the denial. Mammon tuts, “Yer even more incompetent than I thought. Betcha ya wouldn’t be able to use this,” Mammon tugs Barbatos’ cock hard, “even if ya tried.”

Barbatos glares at him, snapping out of his daze. “I am not incompetent.” He tries to sit up but Mammon pushes him down once more, this time with force. “I can show you—“

“Y’know what? Maybe we should stop.” Mammon says, his hands leaving Barbatos’ body before swinging his leg up and off Barbatos. “Ya seem pretty confident in not shutting up and takin’ the hint.”

“Mammon, I—“

“Maybe I’ll just find some lower demon that’s docile and pretty, maybe even prettier than ya and who can fuckin’ listen, and go fuck them instead, huh?” Mammon says, in a fake aggravated tone. He scooches over to the edge of the bed and pulls his pants towards him with his foot.

Holy shit-I-

Sinnoman!!!!!

[havenoffandoms]

Keira/Lambert Breathless (NSFW)

Based on Kashimalin’s 50 Types of Kisses prompt list.

Prompt: “Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.”

Pairing: Keira/Lambert

Content Warning: smut, cunnilingus, oral sex, edgeplay, referenced sub!Lambert (if you squint)

Read on AO3.

“Must you really do these experiments on my side of the table?” Keira asks, her tone just on this side of irritated as she eyes Lambert’s alchemy set spread haphazardly across the wooden surface. 

“I never agreed to share a table, Metz,” Lambert quips back without looking up from where he’s grinding white myrtle petals with a mortar and pestle, “there’s plenty of space on the floor for you to write your notes.” 

“In what imaginary world of yours do you get the table and I get the floor?” Keira gives an incredulous laugh before demonstratively shoving Lambert’s tools and formulae across the table, and spreading her own notes evenly across her designated half. “I don’t think so, witcher. Didn’t they teach you to share at Kaer Morhen?” 

Lambert looks up from his task long enough to glare at Keira, not that she takes any notice of it. She simply carries on putting some order in her notes while pointedly ignoring Lambert’s sulking. She’s learned over the months that they’ve travelled together not to give his temper tantrums any attention. 

“Do stop glaring, puppy. I paid for this room and I will kick you out if you don’t cooperate.” 

Her words are met with an indignant huff. “I’d like to see you try, witch. Besides, I know you don’t want to get rid of me. I’m too lovable.” 

“Yes, ‘lovable’ is exactly the word that comes to mind when I think about you,” Keira teases, glancing up at Lambert and raising a mocking eyebrow. The corner of her lips curl into a small smirk when she notices his eyes fall to her plunging cleavage - she’s been forgiven already. It doesn’t take much convincing with Lambert. 

“I’m adorable and you know it, Metz.” Lambert tips the crushed white myrtle petals into a second recipient filled with dwarven spirit. “Now be a dear and go fetch me the Golem’s heart out of my pack.”

“How about you use the legs the goddess graced you with, and get it yourself?” 

“If I do that, I will miss out on the view.” Lambert wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as to leave no doubt about the nature of his intentions. Keira rolls her eyes, though she’s unable to hide her pleased smirk at Lambert’s innuendo. After all, it’s always nice to feel desired, and Keira finds that she really enjoys being desired by this prickly witcher, who never fails to melt under her expert ministrations. 

“With how irritating you’ve been all day, what makes you think you’ll get a glimpse of this particular view at all tonight?” Keira taunts in return, though her tone is playful rather than scorned. Judging by the hungry shimmer that flashes in Lambert’s amber eyes, he knows very well what kind of game Keira is playing. It’s their favourite game, after all. 

“I know you can’t resist my charms, Metz. I warned you the first time you came to my bed-”

“I think you’ll find that it was you who sneaked into my bed,” the sorceress corrects, crossing her arms under her chest just so, an action that has Lambert stumbling over his words. 

“Stop trying to distract me! As I was saying, I warned you that I’d ruin you for every other man. You just can’t resist me. I know just how you like it, just where to touch you...”

“Is that so?” Keira shrugs, as if Lambert’s statement left her completely unaffected, “I suppose you’re better than some lovers I’ve had.” 

When Keira’s eyes meet Lambert’s this time, a warm feeling unfurls in his belly at the sight of his heady gaze on her. His tongue pokes out to lick at his dry lips, and the knowledge of what this tongue can do has Keira repressing a shiver. No use in inflating Lambert’s ego even more than it already is - if anything, the man needs to be taken down a peg or two. If only he wasn’t so good at certain activities... 

Keira watches as Lambert circles the table and comes to stand next to her, towering over her and flashing her a cocksure grin Keira desperately wants to wipe off his stupidly handsome face. Lambert presses the palm of his hand on the table for leverage and braces himself on the back of Keira’s chair with the other, effectively trapping her in place. The thought makes Keira feel things, though she knows better than to give Lambert the satisfaction of seeing just how affected she is by his mere presence. 

Though he can, undoubtedly, smell her arousal in the air. 

“Am I better than Geralt?” he asks her, his voice dropping an octave as he fixates her with his intense gaze. Keira tilts her head up and offers a cheeky smile in response, one finger absent-mindedly tapping her lower lip as she ponders her next move. 

“He’s a very selfish lover… something you’re decidedly not,” she finally provides, her words bringing a devilish smile to Lambert’s lips. Oh, how she’s come to dread that smile. 

“You betcha I’m not,” Lambert breathes huskily between them, “figures Geralt would be. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Keira barely has time to register what is happening before she feels Lambert scooping her up in his strong arms and wrapping her legs around his hips, an action that pulls a startled yelp from the sorceress. Keira instinctively winds her arms around Lambert’s neck for support, taking a minute to get her bearings. Lambert’s smirk grows at her surprise, his tongue leaving a wet trail in the cleft of her breasts. Keira throws her head back at the warm tickling feeling, biting her lower lip when she feels heat pool in her belly. Unable to deny her own excitement at this sudden turn of events, Keira leans down and catches Lambert’s lips in a passionate kiss, which is more teeth than anything else. 

Lambert’s always liked it rougher, anyway. He won’t mind, she’s sure. 

“I’ll show you just how generous I can be,” Lambert breaks their passionate kiss long enough to whisper this promise to Keira, and this time she doesn’t hide the shiver of pleasure coursing through her body as her clit throbs in anticipation of what’s to come. Keira urgently kisses Lambert while he blindly carries her to the bed. She’s lowered down onto the mattress sooner than she expected, and is unwilling to part with Lambert’s lips just yet. She keeps her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss by sliding her tongue into his mouth. The action pulls a breathy moan from her lover. 

“Demanding, are we?” Lambert teases, earning himself a slap to the shoulder, “told you, you can’t resist me, Keira.” 

Her name on Lambert’s lips is intoxicating. He never uses her name outside the bedroom, always calling her ‘Metz’ or ‘witch’ to get a rise out of her, even though his attempts are futile most of the time. He exclusively uses her given name in bed, knowing just how excited she gets. Lambert cruelly pulls away from her, but before she can complain about the loss, Keira feels Lambert’s fingers roughly pulling the fabric of her dress to one side so he can latch onto her perking nipple. He laps at her pink nub with the flat of his tongue, toying with it just the way Keira likes. She keens when he parts from her with a loud ‘pop’ before bunching up her dress to her waist and tugging at her undergarments. 

“Shit, Keira. You’re fucking soaking.” 

Keira smirks and gives a breathless moan when she feels Lambert probe at her wet folds. He hisses a string of curses before lowering himself onto his knees and pulling Keira’s hips forward so her ass is resting on the edge of the mattress. Lambert pushes her legs apart, and Keira clamps down on the embarrassment settling in her throat and colouring her cheeks. This is Lambert, she reminds herself, and he’s never been anything but gentle with her. 

Well, except when she asked him not to be, but she’ll keep those games for another night. 

Keira startles when Lambert’s hot tongue gives an exploratory lick, tasting her and humming approvingly. He takes his time, like he always does, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner. Keira’s breath hitches in her throat at the sensation, a high-pitched whimper tumbling past her lips. She toys with her nipples as Lambert focuses all his attention on her clit, and Keira soon loses herself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over her in crashing waves. 

Then suddenly, Lambert stops, which has Keira whining petulantly. 

“Patience, Keira,” he rasps, blowing cold air on her throbbing clit, “we have all night.” 

“Shit, Lambert,” her breathing comes out in short, uneven pants which have her chest heaving up and down rapidly, to Lambert’s pleasure judging by the lust-blown pupils, “fuck, don’t make me beg…”

“But you’re so sweet when you beg,” Lambert purrs, placing feather-light kisses on the inside of her thigh, pointedly ignoring her quivering cunt, “and I so love to hear my name fall from your lips when I’m busy between those gorgeous legs…”

“Fuck. Lambert…”

“Be a dear, Keira,” he gives her soaking folds a single lick, pulling a full-body shiver from the sorceress, “you know what I want to hear… wanna hear you ask nicely...”

“Holy fuck, you’re an arrogant prick, you know that?” Keira snaps at the same time as her resolve, “Please, Lambert…”

“Please what?” Lambert taunts, his lips ghosting over Keira’s clit, “tell me what you need from me, gorgeous.” 

“Please, would you just fucking get me off,” Keira gives in, her need overriding her pride. She feels Lambert smirk against the inside of her thigh before placing a fleeting kiss to her folds. 

“There’s a good girl,” he croons, but before Keira can lash out at him and call him a prick for such a damn tease, Lambert’s tongue is back on her clit. Keira’s insults die on her tongue as she throws her head back against the mattress, praying to the goddess that Lambert doesn’t pull another stunt like that on her. She feels the familiar heat pool in her stomach at her approaching orgasm. Lambert’s tongue laps greedily at her folds, bringing her closer and closer to that tantalising edge… 

… and when Keira reaches her peak, she comes with Lambert’s name on her lips, whispered almost reverently between them. Lambert gives a pleased hum, lapping up Keira’s sweetness as she comes down from her high. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, Metz,” Lambert pulls himself up and braces himself on his forearms on either side of Keira, hovering over her and watching her catch her breath after her orgasm, “I’m not done with you yet.” 

His smile softened considerably, causing Keira’s heart to somersault in her chest. He’s handsome like this, relaxed and content, happy to watch her bask in her pleasure. When Keira opens her eyes, Lambert leans down and catches her lips in a sloppy kiss, one hand coming up to cup the side of her face as a sword-calloused thumb glides gently across her cheekbone. 

“You’re gonna pay for making me beg, you bastard,” Keira hisses, though there’s no heat in her tone. This is all part of the game. Her fiery spirit is what attracted Lambert to her in the first place, after all. “Might have to take out the silk ties from my packs…”

Lambert’s eyes widen at the suggestion, and she feels his cock twitch against her naked thigh. 

“I guess we can work something out,” he retorts, voice gravelly with lust. Keira offers a secretive smile in return. 

“Oh, that we will, my sweet,” she promises as innocently as she can. 

[trashyswitch]

Tickleboy Man's Shenanigans

Jackieboy Man goes on a playful spree and ends up eventually bringing Henrik along for the ride.

This fanfic prompt was suggested by Shannon the JSE Anon!

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I hope you enjoy!

Jackieboy Man was hiding up on the top of the roof, waiting around for his first victim to approach. He waited for a little bit, and soon came across Marvin. A smile quickly grew onto his face as he rubbed his hands evilly like a villain. He lowered himself down through his floating ability, and grabbed his shoulders. “BAH!”

Marvin shrieked and jumped about 5 feet in the air. Not only that, but he was caught on the way down by a pair of hands around his waist! Marvin looked down, touched the hands, and turned to see Jackie. “Oh...What the hell?!” Marvin pushed at Jackie’s face.

But Jackie smirked at this and faked dropping him. This led Marvin to just about have another heart attack. “WoO-AAH! DON’TDROPME!” Marvin begged.

“Wasn’t counting on it!” Jackie replied.

“Good. Now what do you want?” Marvin asked, letting his legs dangle.

“To capture you and hold you like this:” Jackie wrapped his legs around Marvin’s thighs and wrapped his arms around his chest. Marvin yelped and protested at first, not fully understanding what he was doing. But once he felt like he was in a weird spider hold, Marvin calmed down a little. “Weird execution, but surprisingly nice…” Marvin admitted.

“Oh yeah, I also wanna tickle ya.” Jackie said as he started tickling the magic man on the ribs with his fingers.

“WAAAAhahahahahaha! Jahahahackihihie nohohohoho!” Marvin protested.

“Look! I’m spinning you around like a spider would in her web!” Jackie reenacted this move by spinning Marvin and tickling his middle and back while he spun him.

Marvin squealed and wiggled around, laughing at both Jackie’s weirdness and at the ticklishness of the man’s fingers.

“And:” Jackie wrapped both his arms and legs around him again, and hugged him snugly from behind while he leaned in. “Snack time!” Jackie moved his mouth to Marvin’s neck and started ‘nibbling’ on his neck while making nomming sounds.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S NAHAHAT HOHOHOHOW SPIHIHIDEHEHERS WOHOHOHORK!” Marvin shot back.

“And how would you know?!” Jackie asked, pausing before going back to tickling him with his nibbling.

“BLOOHOHOHOD! THEHEY SUHUHUCK THEHEHE BLOHOHOHOOD!” Marvin told him.

“Well we all know I’m not a vampire…” Jackie mentioned. “But I can pickpocket others pretty well.”

Jackie reached into Marvin’s shirt and grabbed onto the magic wand that was in his hand. “Now does this cap-” A bunch of large feathers came poofing out of the top of the magic wand! “!...Well there’s my answer!” Jackie fluffed up the feathers and lifted Marvin’s shirt up. With one arm wrapped around his lower ribs and holding the shirt up to expose his belly, Jackie started tickling his belly with the feathers. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Jackie teased.

“EEEEEEK! JAHAHahahahahack! Stahahahahap thahahahat! Yohohou’re beheheheing weheheheheird!” Marvin laughed.

“And now for the ultimate boss fight!” Jackie pushed Marvin horizontally up against the roof with one forearm pushed against the thighs and the other against his chest. “3...2-” Jackie started counting.

“NOHOHO! DON’T YOU EVEN-”

“1! PPPPPPFFFFFFBBBBBBBBFFFPPPBBFF!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marvin was pounding his fists against the roof and laughing his whole heart out like a child. It was so weird because the roof felt exactly like the hard floor! Only, it wasn’t hardwood or carpet.

Jackie lifted his head up, breathed in and-

“PPPPPFFFFBBBBBPBBBPBPPPBBB”

“STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Marvin shouted, pounding his fist further into the roof.

“Better not punch a hole in the roof~”

“RIHIHIGHT BAHAHACK AHAHAT YOHOHOU!” Marvin shot back, trying to remind him of who actually had the super strength here.

“But I can control it! You kinda can’t right now.” Jackie retorted.

“AHAHAHAND WHOHOHO’S FAHAHAULT IHIHIS THAHAHAT?” Marvin mentioned.

“Why, yours! You’re the one who ended up in my web of tickles!” Jackie joked.

“WHAHAT?! BUHUHUHUT-”

“Shhhhhh…” Jackie put his index finger on Marvin’s mouth. “I’m right.” He ordered softly.

Marvin rolled his eyes, but went along with it. It didn’t take much long for Jackie to stop tickling him and for the super man to place him onto the couch.

Next, Jackie flew around the house in search of his next victim. He had an idea of who it should be, but he had to find him first. He checked the office first: Nope. He checked the clinic room. That was empty too. Then, Jackie checked the kitchen:

And there he was! The doctor was reading a book, finishing up some food and working on some coffee. Jackie smirked as he rubbed his gloved hands together before using his powers on the coffee cup. Whenever Henrik would reach for his coffee, Jackie would drag it away from the hand with his powers. Henrik looked over at his coffee, and reached for it while he watched. Quickly, the coffee cup moved away from him.

Henrik hummed in confusion and reached further out. But the coffee cup moved away further! Finally, Henrik reached out really quickly and managed to get both his hands on the cup. But when he pulled on it...it didn’t move. He tried to remove his hand and found that it was stuck to the cup as well!

“Hmm...Vell scheiẞe!” Henrik reacted.

To make Henrik even more stuck, Chase grabbed out some gorilla glue and put it onto the chair, to get Henrik’s pants stuck to the chair. Since it was that fast-acting glue, it made Henrik’s pants get stuck to the chair in a matter of seconds.

With that determined and Henrik completely stuck, Jackie let his presence known with an evil giggle and squeezed the man’s hips.

“AAEEEEP! WHO ZERE?!” Henrik jumped.

“Iiiiiiit’s JACKIEBOY MAN! And you’ve better get comfortable because YOU’VE just been trapped!” Jackie teased.

“Lass mich jetzt gehen!” Henrik ordered. “I have un appointment vizh a patient at vone! And If I am late-”

Jackie squeezed the left hip. “Sorry bud.”

“aAAH GEHEZ- Uh oh! NEIN!” Henrik quickly tried to wiggle himself out of there, but found that the stool was stuck to his butt. “Zhe hell?! Did you sooper glue mein things?!” Henrik asked.

“Yyyou betcha! Even your thick booty is glued!” Jackie teased as he poked his lower back.

Henrik growled and muttered the following words through his teeth:” “Du kleiner Scheißer.” Before wiggling around and giggling.

Jackie had started squeezing both of Henrik’s hips at a speed of multiple times a second. Henrik was laughing with his head lowered, and kicking his feet to try and cope with the amount of tickles he was getting. “Jahahahahahack hahahahahaha! Du bihihist lähähächerlihihihich!” Henrik told him.

Jackie laughed. “Sorry, Schneep. I don’t speak Einstein.” Jackie told him. “If I did though, that would be cool!”

Henrik shook his head and tried to pull on his sticky hands. Then, Jackie stopped and unglued his hands from the mug. Henrik muttered a german insult to him before sipping his half-spilt coffee.

“Hey now...I would’ve let you go. But now:” Jackie picked Henrik up by the forearms. “You’re coming with me, Dr. Beleídigung.” Jackie declared.

The super boy threw Henrik up, flipped onto his back, and caught his victim. With the doctor’s back against his chest, Jackie took off flying straight upside down, and right out the door.

Out in the wide open space, Jackie flew up above the houses and opened his arms high! However, he did not let go of Henrik...for Henrik’s torso was safe in the grip of Jackie’s strong superhero legs. “WEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!”

“JACKIE! PUT ME DOWN ON ZHE GROUND NOW-”

“No way! I didn’t jut fly up here to show you the view!” Jackie started skittering his fingers onto Henrik’s hips and lower ribs. “I came here to tickle the bejesus out of you!”

“BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JAHACKIHIHIHIE DU HURENSOHOHOHAHAHAHN!” Henrik shouted to him.

“Whaaaat? Whatever could have the german man have meant?! I wonder~” Jackie joked, sticking his tongue out between his teeth. “I know what it means! It means “I want more tickle tickle tickles!” Jackie joked.

Henrik tried to push Jackie’s hands off him. But this only made Jackie hold onto him further! He didn’t really blame him though...He was actually thankful Jackie was saving him from falling to his ultimate doom to head splatter.

But still...He would prefer a better way of being held.

“Hey Henrik, you doing alright up there?” Jackie asked. “Or do you need to be tickle hugged instead~” Jackie asked.

“NEHEHEIN, ZHIHIHIS IHIHIS FIHIHINE-” Jackie ignored his answer and stopped tickling him. Then, Jackie flipped Henrik around onto his chest rather than the back, and hugged him.

Henrik blinked in surprise and...hugged him back.

“Z-Zhank you.” Henrik replied.

“Hugs for the overworked doctor!” Jackie declared with a little squeeze.

Henrik giggled and took the squeeze like a champ. “Zhahahanks- Hehehehehey!” Henrik giggled as his back was squeezed and tickled.

“Good god man! You need to stretch your back out once in a while! There’s so many knots!” Jackie reacted. “I can literally count them!” Jackie poked at a knot on his shoulder blade. “One…Two...three four...five...six seven, eight…” Jackie moved to the next shoulder bone. “Nine, ten eleven twelve- Holy shit!” Jackie reacted.

Henrik was giggling and snorting into Jackie’s shoulder as the tight muscles were prodded and massaged. There’s a reason he never got massages…

“Wow...I can see why you don’t see a massage therapist...You’re way too ticklish for it! Is your spine even tickli-”

Henrik snorted and guffawed! “EEEEEeeeeehehehehehehe!” Henrik squealed as he shoved his face into Jackie’s shoulder to muffle the laughter.

“Awwwww! This is so cute! What about…” Jackie started tickling the back ribs, on the lower back where the kidneys were located, and even on the back hips. Henrik snorted and kicked his feet at the back ribs, squeaked at the squishy back sides, and cackled the moment his back hips were poked, let alone dug into.

“Wow! All this tightness is making you ticklish! I feel at least 10 knots on your back sides, a couple knots in your back rib area, and a single knot riiiiight…” Jackie poked in the spot beside the back hip divot, “-There!”

Henrik just about died the moment that knot was drilled into. He wheezed, snorted, and laughed with muffled snorts mixed in!

Why were the snorts muffled? Well that was easy! Because Henrik was covering his mouth with his hands like a little child!

“You know...for a doctor, you’re pretty childish!” Jackie reacted.

“Mahahaybe...Ihadtogrowuptoofast…” Henrik muttered.

“Wait what?” Jackie asked.

“I needed to grow up too quickly...and I needed to develop a mature look to be a doctor…” Henrik told him. “It’s a Vórurteil…” Henrik muttered.

“A...what?” Jackie asked.

“Prejudice! It’s a prejudice!” Henrik shot back.

“Come...Keep laughing. You sound less like a grump when you’re laughing.” Jackie decided.

“Ihihi -BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAND YOHOHOU SOHOHOUND NIHIHICEHEHER VHEHEHEN YOHOHOU’RE TIHICKLIHIHIHING MEHEHEHE!” Henrik yelled back.

“Oh do I? Well you just earned yourself some more tickles, my man!” Jackie declared.

Henrik winded up being tickled for 10 more minutes by Jackie before being flown back home safe and sound. Furthermore, Jackie got Henrik in on the tickle monster idea and both agreed to go for the most quietest ego of them all:

No, not literally...It’s not Jameson Jackson.

The boys chose Shawn Flynn!

Shawn had been working on a little black and white automobile based off the same car from the Bendy series. He had also been listening to some old music and was actually singing some of the lyrics off by heart! It was really nice to hear the man sing, let alone talk. And...he actually had a nice singing voice too!

The two boys waited patiently at the door for Shawn to finish the car, and then barged in the moment the artist’s hand was off the brush.

“Greetings, my creative fellow!” Henrik greeted.

Shawn jumped about 3 feet up off his chair and landed in the same wooden seat. “HOLY MOTHER OF- Guys! Honestly...Could you knock next time?!”

Not unless you want a surprise!” Jackie spoke.

“I...Ohokay. Well I like the surprise, but still…” Shawn tried to explain the situation, but was cut off by a flying beam of red picking him up. “Hey HEY HEY HEY! I didn’t fuckin’ ask for THIS!” Shawn shot at him. His voice grew wobbly the moment he was lifted a little higher. “DoOoOon’t lift me too much, sir…” He ordered softly.

“Zhat’s all he’s liftin’ you. Guarantee!” Henrik told him. “Now vhere to goooo…”

“Go? How about ‘to the door’?” Shawn suggested.

“Jahahaha, Not happening. Oh! I know!” Henrik lifted his foot up, bending Shawn’s knee upwards, and removed the man’s sock.

“Uuuuuhuhuhuh...What are you planning exactly?” Shawn asked.

“Oh! Yust some good ol’ fashioned Serotonin.” Henrik replied.

“Let me rephrase that:” Shawn cleared his throat. “Why me?” Shawn asked. “I get serotonin everyday!”

“By vorking more zhen even I have?” Henrik clarified. “I don’t believe you. Not even a leetle.” Henrik started tickling the bottom of Shawn’s foot, putting Shawn into a giggly state almost immediately. “My my my...Such a giggly Flynn ve have here!” Henrik teased.

“Cohohome ohohohon, Hehehehenryhyhyhy! Ihihis thihihis nehehehessehehessahaharyhyhy?” Shawn asked.

“Vhy YES! It is!” Henrik replied.

“Good choice on the person, Henrik! This is so much cuter than I expected!” Jackie admitted.

“See? Vhat did I tell ya?” Henrik joked.

“That Shawn would be a good choice.” Jackie replied.

“And am I right?” Henrik continued.

“HELL YEAH!” Jackie replied.

Shawn was laughing, kicking the air and hiccuping in the middle of his laughter. He was silently losing his mind and it was so cute to watch!

“Hey Shawny boy!” Jackie wrapped his one arm around Shawn and looked at his own free hand. “How would you feel about superhero fast tickles?” Jackie asked.

“Du kleiner Bösewicht!” Henrik reacted. “I couldn’t imagine!”

Jackie brought his hands to Shawn’s side and started skittering quicker, and quicker, and even more quick! The tickles were going almost 60 wiggles a minute!

“HehehehEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA! HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JAHAHAHAHAHA- YAHAHA GOHOHOBSHIHIHITE!” Shawn yelled.

Henrik had bursted out laughing and fell backwards while Jackie was in full confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?” Jackie asked.

“HEHEHE- AAAHAHAHA! HEHEhehe called ya a gobshite!” Henrik laughed. “Gohohobshite! Zhat’s a fuhun wohohord!” Henrik reacted, repeating the word a few times.

Jackie rolled his eyes and resumed tickling the little barker at ‘fuck you’ miles per minute. Shawn was DYING of laughter at this point. He was hiccuping in between his laughter, and wiggling around more than a flopping fish. Who knew that such a quiet soul could have so much energy to let out!

“STAHAHAP IHIHIHIT IHIHIHi’M *hiccup* GOHOHONNA PEEEEEE!” Shawn yelled to him.

“Oh shit, really?” Jackie quickly stopped tickling him and lowered the man down. “If you need to go to the toilet, then please do so!” Jackie told him.

Shawn looked up at the boys, and bit his lip. “Well...Alright.” He talked out of the room and into the bathroom just down the hall. It didn’t take long for Shawn to do his thing and come back.

“There. Now what?” Shawn asked.

“I hope you enjoyed your break! Because TIME FOR MORE TICKLES! But this time: with an empty bladder!” Jackie picked up Shawn, threw him onto the bed, and flew above the bed upside down. With the man laying there and his feet free for the taking, Jackie lowered himself to the feet and started tickling rapidly.

Shawn’s eyes practically burst out of his skull and a SCREAM left his mouth! “OHOHOHO SHIHIHIHI- BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shawn laughed and clapped his hands.

“Ooooh! Not bad, Jackieboy! Your hands may be fast...But only a doctor fully knows zhe human body to its top tier!” Henrik started tickling up and down Shawn’s ribs and even went for the artist’s ab muscles. “Zhese muscles are not used on artists very often. Zherefore:” Henrik started tickling more. “Zhey are tickly vizh a capital T!” Henrik teased.

Shawn’s scream-like laughter filled the room almost immediately. It was so loud and all over the place! It was like he couldn’t figure out how exactly to laugh!

And boy was it worth it!

A little while later:

Henrik and Jackie were watching movies together with a bag of popcorn and pop in front of them.

Soon, Henrik looked over at the super hero and gave his upper rib a poke. Jackie jumped up onto hsi feet on the couch, and pointed at him. “Noooooo...No tickling.”

“Ound vhy not? I zhink some revenge is in order~” Henrik took off running after the quick superhero and managed to find ways to catch up to his super fast opponent. It didn’t take long before Henrik had caught Jackie’s leg in the air, and pulled him right down with a face plant into the ground. “WAHAIT! That was unfair!” Jackie yelled, his nose hurting from the face plant.

“Ja! So is zhis:” Henrik pulled his foot closer to himself and started tickling the red-socked foot really quickly. “Now face zhe fingers of a qualified surgeon!” Henrik declared.

Aaaaand that was how Henrik managed to overpower Jackieboy Man, of all people.

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marcus pike and jealousy!sex

see here's the thing

marcus has never been interested in either hurting or being hurt by his partners

intellectually he gets the appeal, but he's just not into it

and this... can be a little frustrating, for you, bc he tends to treat you like glass

which is really nice... but sometimes you want something a little rougher, a little darker, a little more frantic

which is where we get to jealousy sex

marcus does get jealous sometimes, but he represses! that! shit!

because as far as he's concerned, it has no place in your relationship

he loves you, he trusts you, he respects you

and he feels guilty at any hint of possessiveness he feels, bc you're not a thing, you're a person

and, well. his marriage ended in divorce, his relationship with lisbon disintegrated overnight. deep deep deep down, he's terrified that the second he tries to say that you're his, that's the moment when you'll finally leave him. 

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SO JEALOUSY SEX

marcus may not give into his jealous emotions, but you, uh. you definitely do. 

it seems like, now that you and marcus are seriously together, that the entire world has realized how desirable a partner he is

bc it feels like everyone you run into is flirting with your boyfriend

and marcus just. does not register this. bc he's so in love with you that other people flirting with him just doesn't ping on his radar

(and between his two previous failed relationships, maaaaaybe his confidence got knocked down a peg; are they really flirting with me, or am i reading too much into things? the question haunts him). 

so maybe you cling to him a little more than you would normally in public

maybe you keep your hand in the back pocket of his jeans (much to his amusement)

maybe you kiss him a little hard and a lot dirty after the new barista draws a heart in his latte and writes her number on his cup

you’re only human! 

anyway! 

after an art gallery attendant shamelessly tries to ask marcus on a date while you're standing right there, on a date with him, you haul your bewildered boyfriend off to a private bathroom and lock the door, shoving him against the sink

"you know that gallery attendant was hitting on you, right?"

marcus, bewildered, shakes his head; “they were just being friendly-”

you cut him off by loosening his tie and pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants

"do you not know how fucking attractive you are?" you ask, unbuttoning his dress shirt as fast as you're able

"do you not see people watch you? or hear how they laugh when they try to chat you up?" you're unbuckling his belt now, undoing more buttons, grasping him probably tighter than is comfortable but he's already half hard

"you're fucking amazing, and you're mine," you breathe, mouthing at his throat; he’s finally getting with the program as he moans against you, his hands gripping your thighs 

"and i don't care if we get kicked out of this gallery," you pant as you fumble with the hem of your dress, tugging your panties out of the way as you line him up with you, "we're gonna make sure everyone here knows exactly that."

cue furiously fucking your boyfriend against the sink of this bathroom

he's normally not that loud, but you're nothing if not encouraging

and yeah, maybe you lay it on a little thick with how loud you cry out his name when you come, but damn if it doesn't feel good

he's got lipstick all over his face, you're walking with a limp, and you both look like you dressed in the dark when you finally come out of the bathroom, to find that same gallery attendant, looking like they'd rather be anywhere but here, waiting for you to escort you both off the premises for “causing a disturbance”

marcus at least has the decency to look embarrassed; you're still coming down from the high and just smirk like the proverbial cat with the canary at this gallery attendant, while you distractedly attempt to readjust your dress, ignoring the cum dripping down your inner thigh

"sorry about the noise," you say flippantly as you're both escorted out, "my husband and i are still in that honeymoon phase, you know? can't keep our hands off each other."

do you choose that exact moment to grope marcus's ass? maybe. does he let out a very high-pitched yelp? absolutely. does the attendant look like they regret their life choices? you betcha. 

you at least make it to the street before you're both clutching at each other laughing, loud enough that people on the street give you double glances and walk around you as you stand in the middle of the sidewalk laughing like fools

"i can't believe you-"

"it's not even the first time we've had sex in that bathroom, jesus-"

and when you've finally calmed down some, marcus looks at you, just looks, and asks you, "why did you say i was your husband?"

you hadn’t even noticed you’d called him that

“it just... felt right.”

marcus is quiet, and you take his hand in yours, pulling him close so you can look directly into his eyes when you say your next words

“if you don't want to get engaged, ever again, i understand. i'm not asking. i just- i just want you to know- i want everyone to know- that you're it for me, marcus. no matter what we decide to do in the future.”

you don’t talk about it again after that, but sometimes, when you wake up to find him gazing at you tenderly, you say, “good morning, husband”

and he’ll whisper “good morning, wife” against your lips before he kisses you 

taglist: @keeper0fthestars, @phoenixhalliwell, @opheliaelysia, @girlwithanewplan, @songsformonkeys if i’ve missed anyone or you’d like to be added please send me a message and i’ll add you to the list

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Coworker

잧선 사람하고는 항상 그렇게 유쾌하세요? Are you always that cheerful with strangers?

Description: A late night conversation with your coworker who doesn't ever seem to want to talk. Yet tonight, he talks with you and seems to enjoy it. Warnings: None Genre: Fluff-ish, Coworker!Woozi Word Count: 1.3k

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I slide over the plastic bag of this customer's purchased goods. "Have a nice night with your granddaughter." I offer a smile to which they replicate with a word of thanks before leaving the store.

I watch as the door fully closes behind them before continuing my task of wiping down the counters. The small convenience store is about an hour from closing and there's a lot the two of us have to do. I say two of us because there's another employee here. He's somewhere stocking and organizing shelves.

He's name is Woozi. He started here a few months ago and I've worked with him like once a week ever since but he doesn't really talk... Like I try, trust me I try but he just doesn't talk. He's very quiet and always seems to be brooding over something in his head.

The door dings, announcing the arrival of another customer.

"Hello!" I greet him and take in his appearance. After a while in the customer service industry, you learn how to read what kind of shopper each customer is after only a few seconds.

This male just gives me a quick nod and goes straight for the back isle full of energy drinks and quick bites to eat. Student or company employee. But from his sweat pants and baggy t-shirt look, I'm guessing student taking a break for a late night snack.

I put the rag off to the side and wait as he grabs 3 energy drinks and 2 sandwiches then makes his way over to me at the register.

"Long night?" I ask referring to the energy drinks.

"Long night." He confirms with a nod as his phone beeps with a text. "Aish. I need to grab one more thing."

I nod and start to scan his items, placing them in a bag because there's no way he's gonna be able to carry them all on his own.

He sets down one more sandwich, "Last minute mind changes." He comments with a half laugh.

"Studying?" I ask, taking a guess since this store is located near a sizable university.

"Trying to finish a project on time." He informs me, "It'll be the last time I procrastinate."

"Oh, I was the queen of procrastinating when I was in school." I tell him as he slides his card into the card reader to pay.

"You should meet my friends. They seem to be the worst ones I know." He laughs and pulls out his card then shakes his head with a sigh, "And I'm the one who ends up stressing the most."

Reaching up to rip the receipt out, I shrug. "Maybe one of these times, they'll understand the joys of doing work ahead of time." I place the receipt inside the bag and hand it over to him. "Good luck."

He smiles, "Thanks." And walks out the door without another word.

"Poor dude." I mumble to myself, remembering the late nights I spent at the library finishing assignments at the very last minute.

"Can I ask you something?" Woozi suddenly asks from the isle across from the register.

I whip my head towards him, not realizing that he had materialized there.

"Uh, yeah. What's up?" I agree.

Woozi turns his body towards me in his crouched position, "Are you always that cheerful with strangers?"

"Cheerful?" I repeat his word choice.

"Cheerful might not be the best word. But like chatty?" He rephrases.

I shrug, "Not with all strangers but with customers, I guess I am."

"Why?" He looks at me with confusion.

"Why not?" I question back. "It's not like I have to be Mr. Grumpy all the time." I joke.

"But they're strangers." Woozi reasons, ignoring my attempted joke. He stands and walks over towards me as I answer.

"But I don't know what they're going through." I counter. "I guess, I know what it's like to have the small task of getting some food be something that seems impossible. I also know that when I do end up doing said small task, I want the people I meet to be uplifting so the weight of the task isn't as heavy."

"Interesting." Woozi comments but waits for me to continue.

"Like the student who was just here." I nod towards the door, "He said he was stressed and what if this trip to the store was his way to take a mental break from the project and maybe his friends even. Now, if I were all grumpy with him then it would've ruined his break and he might be even more stressed when he left here. All it takes is for me to be a little happy and cheerful and poof, maybe I helped him a little."

"Isn't that exhausting?" He asks, leaning his forearms on the counter.

"Sometimes." I answer honestly, "But most of the time it's not. I don't ever have to go deep into things but just grazing the surface is sometimes all it takes for that person to start down a more positive path."

"You're like my friend. Seokmin." Woozi tells me. "Always happy and cheerful. Sometimes, annoyingly so."

I scrunch my eyebrows together and let out a half laugh. "Thanks?"

"It's not a bad thing." Woozi quickly corrects himself, "But I don't understand how you guys can be like that all the time."

"It's a special skill." I joke with him and he smiles.

"It must be." He nods.

He walks back to his previous place and I start wiping again.

"What other things do you like?" He asks, glancing back at me.

"Me?" I ask, shocked that he's still talking to me. He's already said more words to me in the past few minutes than in the past 6 weeks.

"No, the ghost standing next to you." He playfully rolls his eyes at me.

"Ha. Ha." I scrunch my nose at him, "Let's see. Outdoors stuff like hiking and biking. Oh, I love shopping, especially for vintage items. Those are the best."

Woozi shakes his head and I spot a small smile on his face, as if he's laughing at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing, you're just odd." Woozi responds.

"Odd how?" I question, curious.

"Most girls when they say they like shopping, their favorite style isn't usually vintage." He explains, "But vintage is cool."

I chuckle, "Alright, then what about you? What things do you like? Besides stocking shelves in silence."

"Nice alliteration." Woozi points out, "I like my bed. My bed is a good place to lay around all day. I also enjoy food."

"What kind of food?" I ask, hoping to carry out this conversation for as long as possible.

"Korean mostly, but Mexican food has been climbing the ranks recently." Woozi informs me.

"Oh, have you tried the Mexican place down the street." I point in its direction, "It's called... oh, uhm, Papusa House?"

Woozi's eyes light up at the name, "I've heard of it but haven't had the chance to go there. Is it any good?"

I nod quickly, "It's so good. Some of the best papusas I've ever eaten."

His eyes widen and his mouth hangs open slightly, reminding me of that surprised Pikachu face. "I'll have to try it." Woozi says half-mindedly as if he's already thinking about what the food would taste like.

"Well, if we don't finish up duties and close up soon, you may not have the money to try it." I glance at the clock noticing the minute hand has inched its way closer to the hour.

Woozi glance at the clock as well, "Shit. Do you think you could go to the back and grab the box of cheese crackers and stock them?"

"You betcha, I can." I smile and move from behind the counter towards the back storage room.

"Thanks, (y/n)." Woozi smiles at me quick before stocking items on the shelves again.

As I walk, I take in the fact that Woozi and I just had a sizable conversation with each other and knows my name AND he smiled multiple times.

When I find the box of cheese crackers, I just have to laugh to myself.

"What a day."

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LOST - Another Story

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Here’s Confidence Man! Sawyer is all wishy washy with Amelia in this episode, but it turns out for good in the end :) Enjoy!

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Confidence Man

I’m sitting on the beach as always. My stay at the cave was less than comfortable and I don’t understand how any of those chumps think it’s a good place to “dig in.” Sawyer wasn’t around when I got back, so I changed my clothes and sat down in my usual thinking spot. I turn my head and catch a glimpse of Kate hauling bananas up the beach. Then it hits me, Confidence Man. Oh shit. I scramble to my feet and intercept Kate before she gets too far.

“Hey Kate!” I greet as I approach her, “Need help with those?”

Kate looks relieved as she begins to gather them up and hand them to me, score, “Oh would you Amelia? My back’s killing me.”

“Yeah no problem!” I answer, taking the bananas and slinging them over my shoulders, “Where do you want them?”

Kate points down the beach, past where there’s a small pile of clothes and a book, “Just down there is fine.”

“Okay! Cool, see you later Kate,” I say and Kate walks away from me. I start to make my way towards where I know Sawyer’s clothes to be.

I make it and smile when I find Sawyer's clothes and a paperback edition of Watership Down.

“Hell of a book,” I hear Sawyer call from the ocean, “It's about bunnies.” I sigh in relief, the interaction is the same.

I look Sawyer up and down as he comes out of the water naked, and I feel a blush creep over my face. “Must be cold without your trunks,” I say, making no effort to keep the amusement out of my voice.

“You bet. How about you come a little closer and warm me up?” Sawyer replies with a cheeky grin, and I half want to do what he says.

Instead I feel myself shaking my head with a smile, “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Sawyer.” And with that I walk away to where Kate said the bananas were supposed to go.

I wait until Sawyer trails off into the jungle before I go hunting for a book. I need something to do other than sit on the beach all day getting a sunburn. Except, I don’t find myself getting burnt, or even remotely tan for that matter. Probably more Island magic, or maybe it’s TV magic doing the work in this weird reality I find myself in. I strike gold, Of Mice and Men, works for me. I read it in high school once, so I think it’s about time I read it again.

I sneak out of Sawyer’s tent and into my own, tossing the book aside to open the flaps of my tent. Once they’re secured I settle down on one of my airline seats and open the book to chapter one. Not a few minutes into the book I hear a rustling sound outside of my tent. I sigh and put my book aside before popping my head out of the tent. Oh, it’s Boone.

“Boone?” I call and he shoots his head up, hands full of Sawyer’s stuff.

“Uh Amelia- It’s not what it looks like,” Boone says, panic clear in his voice. Then Sawyer shows up.

“What are you doing in my stuff, son?” Sawyer interrogates.

“Uhhh,” Boone tries to answer, but Sawyer sucker punches him right in the nose. I yelp in surprise, they didn’t show this in the show.

I scramble to my feet to try and get Sawyer off Boone, but he pushes me away and I fall in the sand. This sets Boone off, and he tries to punch Sawyer back. I cry out again when Sawyer’s fists connects with Boone’s nose. He starts bleeding and rushes at Sawyer again, but Sawyer catches him and punches his face. Suddenly Shannon is there and Sawyer is off and away from Boone. Shannon scrutinizes me and drags Boone away, to the caves. I stand up in a hurry.

“What was that for!” I shout at Sawyer and he waves a hand at me dismissively.

“Sawyer..” I plead, brushing the sand off my pants. “Why did you have to hit him? And why didn’t you stop?”

“He was going through my stuff,” Sawyer gruffs, not looking at me as he puts his things back in order.

“You didn’t have to react like that,” I reply calmly.

“Betcha knew I would do that,” Sawyer grumbles.

“What?” I ask, but I know what he said.

“Nothing,” Sawyer replies, but he pauses as he looos through his stuff, “Did you take a book.”

Guilt floods my stomach as Sawyer turns to face me, “Yeah..” I mumble, “Of Mice and Men…” I look down, unable to meet Sawyer’s eyes. He’s already in a bad mood from Boone, and even if I know he won’t hurt me I’m still a bit afraid.

“Just give it back when you’re done,” He says and I snap my head up. Sawyer is already walking away and I just stare at him in disbelief. At least I know he has a soft spot for me.

A little while later, Sawyer comes back to our tents in a huff. I don’t remember why he’s so petulant in this episode. Probably because it’s his centric episode and the writers have to show what a “bad guy” Sawyer is. Lucky for me I know that he’s nothing but a big softy with a lot of grief at the end. Sawyer sits and starts to read his letter, and I can almost feel the air turn sour.  He then pulls out a cigarette and begins smoking it. I shake my head and suddenly Jack shows up and starts going through Sawyer's stuff. Sawyer folds his letter fast and I stand up.

“Where is it?” Jack demands.

“Hey, Doc. Long time no see,” Sawyer says casually and I walk over slowly.

“Jack?” I ask, sounding remarkably like Kate. But Jack ignores me.

“Where is it?” Jack spits.

“Where's what?” Sawyer shoots back, dropping his false nice tone.

“The girl's asthma medicine. Shannon -- her inhalers.”

“Oh, that.”

“You attacked a kid for trying to help his sick sister.”

“No, I whooped a thief cuz he was going through my stuff,” Sawyer huffs.

“Sawyer!” I call, feeling indignant. He ignores me too.

“Yours?” Jack says with a small laugh, “What makes it yours? What, you think you can just take something out of a suitcase and that makes it yours?”

“Which I had to move because everybody just wants to help themselves,” Sawyer interjects, “Look, I don't know what kind of commie share-fest you're running over in cave town, but down here possession's 9/10ths. And a man's got a right to protect his property.”

“Get up,” Jack threatens.

“Why, you want to see who's taller?” Sawyer jests.

“Get up.”

“You sure you want to make this your problem, Doc?”

“Oh yeah. I'm sure,” Jack says, his voice full of malice.

Sawyer finally gets up. Just as he does Kate enters the tent with a side glance at me. My arms are crossed over my chest and I huff in the direction of Jack and Sawyer. She seems to get the message, at least I hope she does.

“Hey, what's going on here?” Kate asks, but no one answers her. Jack just walks away, and Kate follows. With one last withering glance at Sawyer I turn on my heel and follow them.

“I'm going to kill him,” I can hear Jack say as I run up to the both of them.

“That's not going to help us get the medicine,” Kate reasons then turns to me, “Hey Amelia.”

I raise my hand in a small wave and then bend over with my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

“Maybe not, but it'll feel good,” Jack replies and then nods to me. I nod back.

“So what's stopping you?” Kate asks.

“We're not savages, Kate. Not yet,” Jack replies in a dark tone.

“Let me talk to Sawyer,” I cut in, stealing the line from Kate. Jack turns to me.

“What makes you think he's going to listen to you?” Jack asks, putting his hands on his hips like he always does.

“I think we have a connection,” I say, looking over at Kate. She doesn’t look at me, she’s staring down at the sand with a hard expression.

“Do you?”

“Please.”

Jack raises his hands in defeat, “If you can find him, be my guest.” I nod and he and Kate walk away. I do feel guilty every time I steal a line, but how else am I supposed to make myself relevant? I’m not supposed to be here, and I’m manipulating things to make sure I don’t sit around on the beach all day.

I walk away from where we were all standing, and amble my way towards where Sawyer is chopping wood near the end of the beach. I sigh to myself as I walk up behind him. I lean up against the tree he’s under and wait a beat. Sawyer chops a piece of wood and I clear my throat.

“What do you want?” I ask, and Sawyer turns his head to look at me.

A smile plays on his face as he answers, “Excuse me?”

“What do you want, Sawyer?” I repeat, and he just shakes his head and turns back to the wood.

“Blue eyes, I got so many answers to that question, I wouldn't even know where to start.”

“What do you want for the inhalers?” I sigh, because I know the answer. Sawyer seems to know this too.

“Ah, good question. Hang on a tick. What do I want? A kiss ought to do it.”

I feel myself stumble back, “W-What?” I choke out, I wasn’t expecting that answer. Sawyer turns around.

“A kiss, from you, right now?” He doesn’t seem serious, but the fluttering in my stomach makes me want to believe him. He’s just playing mind games with me.

“Why not from Kate? Don’t you like her better?” I ask as confidently as I can as I cross my arms over my chest.

“But you’re right here blue eyes, what’s a man to do?” Sawyer croons and I take a step back as he steps forward.

“I don't- I dont b-buy it,” I stumble as I speak.

“Buy what?” Sawyer asks.

“The act,” I say as I take a deep breath to steady myself, “You try too hard, Sawyer. I ask you to help a woman who can't breath and you want me to kiss you? Nobody's that disgusting. I know you, you know.”

“You don’t know jack, stop saying that,” Sawyer spits at me. What did I do to deserve this treatment?

“That piece of paper -- the one you keep in your pocket,” I begin, “I know the expression on your face when you read it and I know how carefully you fold it up. I know it means something to you. So you can play games all you want, but I know there's a human being in there somewhere. Give me the medication.”

“You think you understand me?” Sawyer asks menacingly.

“Yeah. I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” I say confidently back.

“Shut up,” Sawyer says and I flinch at him, “You want to know what kind of human being I am?” He takes the letter out of his pocket and hands it to me, “Read it. Read it. Out loud.”

“James I already-” I try to say.

“No. Just read it,” He growls and I realize it was a bad idea to call him by his real name.

I take a deep breath and begin to read, out loud, “Dear Mr. Sawyer, you don't know who I am but I know who you are and I know what you done. You had sex with my mother and then you stole my dad's money all away. So he got angry and he killed my mother and then he killed himself, too.”

“Don't stop now. You're just getting to the good part,” Sawyer cuts in sarcasally.

“All I know is your name. But one of these days I'm going to find you and I'm going to give you this letter so you'll remember what you done to me. You killed my parents, Mr. Sawyer,” I finish reading and I look at my feet. Maybe I provoked him too much.

“Now about that kiss... I didn't think so,” Sawyer says and he walks past me away from the wood. I sink into the sand next to the tree as I swallow the burning feeling in my throat.

Trudging back to the beach I notice Sawyer gathering up some things. I know he’s going to the caves, and he’s going to get punched. I run up to him.

“Wait Sawyer-,” I call as I approach him, “I want to go with you.”

“You don’t know where I’m headed,” Sawyer says coolly and I shake my head.

“The caves? To get water?” I offer with a feigned air of confidence.

“Fine, get your pack and some water bottles and let’s go.”

“Great, thanks,” I reply, feeling annoyed.

We walk through the jungle together for a while before Sawyer even speaks up. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to freeze me out.

“Why do you keep coming around?” He asks, keeping his eyes straightforward on the path.

“Well um, I know that you’re making an enemy of people on this Island and I want to be a.. a fall back?” I offer weakly. While it’s not a lie it’s not the complete truth. I want him to trust me and not get upset with me.

Sawyer just lets out a huff as we make it up to the caves. We walk over to where the water is and Sawyer bends down to get some. I keep my eyes away from the people in the caves as Jack approaches.

“Give me the inhalers -- now,” Jack demands to Sawyer, not even looking at me.

“Hell, I wondered when you were going to stop asking nice,” Sawyer drawls as he makes to stand. Jack lunges in and punches him. I flinch and make a noise.

“Well, it's about time, cowboy. Been telling you since day one, we're in the wild. Didn't think you had it in you,” Sawyer taunts and Jack punches him again.

“Hey! Stop it you two!” I yell out, the others in the cave glands at me but the two men ignore me.

“That all you got?” Sawyer huffs, flicking his sweaty head out of his face. Jack stops and looks around, noticing that everyone is watching him. He shakes his head and walks away. Sawyer breathes heavily and stares daggers at the cave people.

“C’mon Sawyer,” I say quietly, filling up some bottles and leading Sawyer out of the caves to make our way back to the beach.

After Sawyer and I made it back from the caves. We both settle down next to one another on the airline seats outside of Sawyer’s tent. Sawyer decided to take a nap so I decide to continue to read Of Mice and Men. It’s weird, though, sitting silently next to Sawyer as he sleeps and I read. I think forward to the Dharmaville days ahead, and I hope we’ll be able to do it more. Then my stomach turns and I remember Juliet. I scratch the back of my head and tuck into my book.

A few minutes later I hear crunching in the sand. I look up from my book and see Sayid approaching with a large metal pipe. Sayid holds a finger up to his lips to signal silence and I scramble out of my seat towards him.

“Sayid you can be serious!” I loud-whisper to him, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him.

“He did this to himself,” Sayid replies, pushing right past me to poise the big metal pipe over Sawyer's head. Sawyer jerks awake and without a smile Sayid says, “Good morning,” and slams the pipe down onto Sawyer. I let out a yelp in protest.

Then Jack shows up and begins to gather Sawyer out of his seat. Then he and Sayid begin dragging Sawyer away. I run up beside them, and Kate soon joins us.

“What are you doing? Jack!” Kate yells.

“This was Sawyer's choice, not mine,” Jack says stoically.

“If you do this!” Kate begins, but her next statement is cut off. I feel something hit the back of my head and spots dance over my vision. I fall to the sand as black engulfs me.

I’m jerked awake by a wave of cold water being thrown onto me. I look wildly around and see Jack holding a bucket looking guilty. I look to my left and see Sawyer tied to a tree. Sayid splashes water on his face to bring him to.

“Well, ain't you the brave one, jumping a guy while he's napping,” Sawyer drawls and then looks between Sayid and Jack, “Uh-oh, I'm in trouble now, ain't I?”

“I guess we both are,” I mumble to myself and I notice Sawyer turn his head towards me.

“Sawyer, I'm giving you the chance to do the right thing. Now, all I want is the asthma medicine. Just tell me where the inhalers are and we'll stop,” Jack explains to Sawyer.

“Stop what, Chico?” Sawyer asks and I look over to see Sayid making bamboo spikes.

“It doesn't have to be this way,” Jack tries to say.

“Yeah, it does,” Sawyer replies.

“No! It doesn’t, Sawyer please,” I try to beg.

“Oh and you’ve got blue eyes here too?” Sawyer asks with a chuckle, “I must be in a load of trouble then.” Jack opens his mouth to speak, but Sayid cuts in with a speech.

“We do not have bamboo in Iraq, although we do have something similar -- reeds. But their effect is the same when the shoots are inserted underneath the fingernails,” Sayid explains in a menacing voice, and I can feel my heart rate increase rapidly. I hate this scene, I hate this scene.

“You know what I think, Ali. I think you've never actually tortured anybody in your life,” Sawyer taunts, and I wince for him.

“Unfortunately for us both, you're wrong,” Sayid replies as he slowly begins to move behind Sawyer. I shut my eyes as Sayid starts with the bamboo under the fingernails.

“That's it? That's all you got? Splinters? No wonder we kicked your ass in the Gulf…” Sawyer begins to say, until Sayid shoves the bamboo into Sawyer’s fingernails and he screams. I let out a cry in pain as well just hearing him.

“Sayid. Sayid!” Jack calls, and Sayid stops.

“No. Don't stop now. I think my sinuses are clearing?” Sawyer pants, egging him on.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jack asks Sawyer.

“Perhaps a more indirect method will loosen your tongue?” Sayid asks and I know what’s coming. I open my eyes and beg Sawyer with him to stop. Sawyer doesn’t say anything and I whimper.

Sayid shifts to get behind me and my tied hands. I struggle with my bonds and try to get my fingers away from Sayid's hands. I cry out when he grabs my wrists roughly and slides the bamboo into them. I scream high and clear as color burns in my vision at the pain. I try to jerk away, but Sayid just tightens his hold.

Okay, okay!” Sawyer calls and I feel Sayid retreat. I collapse into the tree and begin to sob.

“Where is it?” Sayid asks harshly.

“The only person I'll tell is her,” Sawyer replies.

“Amelia?” Jack asks but Sawyer shakes his head and realization washes over Jack, “Kate?”

“That's the deal,” Sawyer says finally. Jack and Sayid move away from the spot to go to get Kate. I turn as best I can to Sawyer.

“Why?!” I shout, trying to overcome my sobs. “Why did you let him do that to me James why why why!”

“Keep your voice down,” Sawyer growles through clenched teeth, “And I did it because I didn’t think Sayid would actually harm you. I was wrong.”

“Damn right you were wrong,” I choke out and lean my head against the trunk of the tree. Then Jack and Sayid return with Kate. Kate looks hard at Sawyer, but her expression softens when she sees me.

Kate shakes her head and turns back to Sawyer, “So I'm here. Where is it?”

“Happy to tell you, as soon as I get a kiss,” Sawyer replies cheekily. I knew it would come to this. He’s never going to kiss me.

“What? Are you serious?” Kate asks incredulously, not bothering to hide the tone.

“Baby, I am tied to a tree in a jungle of mystery. I just got tortured by a damn spinal surgeon and a gen-u-ine I-raqi,” Sawyer pauses and looks over to me, “Of course, I'm serious. You're just not seeing the big picture here, Freckles. You really going to let that girl suffocate because you can't bring yourself to give me one little kiss? Hell, it's only first base. Lucky for you I ain't greedy.”

“Okay,” Kate agrees.

“Okay,” Sawyer repeats. I close my eyes as Kate leans in and I know they kiss. I keep my mouth in a tight line to avoid from making any pathetic sounds.

“I don't have it,” Sawyer says, and then turns his head to me, “Blue eyes here probably knew that too.”

“What?” Kate blanches, looking between the both of us. I look away from her face feeling guilty. I tried to stop it.

“The medicine. I don't have it, never did,” Sawyer replies.

“The book -- they said you found it in their luggage.”

“The book washed up on shore, went in the drink with the rest of-“ Sawyer is cut off as Kate elbows him across the face. I make another sound of protest as she walks away toward Jack and Sayid.

I take my chance to slowly try and wiggle out of my bonds. I felt they tied it a little too loose, and I try to maneuver my fingers to get myself untied. I yank my hands away from the trunk and my wrists free themselves. I shake off the bonds and quickly scramble to my feet and make it to Sawyer.

“C’mon Sawyer let’s go-”

Suddenly Sayid is running towards us, and back to Sawyer. I turn my head as Sawyer is helping me loosen the bindings on his wrist. I intercept Sayid and try to fight him off away from Sawyer. Sayid makes a move to try to stab Sawyer in the arm. I intercept him once ahain, but at a cost. Sayid stabs me instead. I sob in pain and collapse into Sawyer’s lap. Sayid holds his arms out, like it was an accident. Jack rushes over to us as Sawyer tries to get me up. He supports me on his lap as Jack pulls the knife out, blood spurts out of my arm and I cry out again.

“You hit an artery,” Jack says and I wiggle around to, “Keep still damn it. Sayid, I need my stuff from the caves, my leather backpack. Go.”

Jack pinched my artery closed as best as he can as Sawyer’s hands steady themselves at my waist to keep me still. I drop my head back onto Sawyer’s shoulder and whimper quietly in pain.

“Can you make it stop?” Kate’s voice cuts through the panic that is filling up my head. Kate and Jack keep me still as Sawyer and help me switch places with him.

“Let go. I know you want to,” Sawyer taunts Jack and I try to give him a withering look.

“Shut up,” Jack says to Sawyer, “And stop moving”, he says to me.

“You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Now you get to be the hero again, because that's what you do -- fix everything up all nice,” Sawyer taunts again, and I really wish he’d shut up. This is my life on the line and not his, “Tell him to let go, Freckles. Blue eyes is just taking up the top spot as doctor anyways. Hey, Jack, there's something you should know -- if the tables were turned, and it wasn’t blue eyes, I'd watch you die.”

“Sawyer I really wish you’d shut up,” I say weakly, but everything looks blurry. The last thing I see is Sawyer’s concerned look before I pass out.

When I do finally wake up, Kate and Sawyer are there to see me. I scoot up a little more on Sawyer's makeshift seat-bed. Sawyer is the first to get up and come over, and Kate follows after him.

“You're lucky to be alive,” Kate says to me in amazement.

“Jack?” I ask.

“Went to the caves to check on Shannon,” She tells me and then turns on Sawyer. She holds up Sawyer's letter and he gives her a horrible look. Red hot guilt fills my stomach and throat, “I read it, and then again, because I've been trying to figure out why you beat up Boone instead of just telling him you didn't have his sister's medication. Why you pretended to have it anyway. The thing that I keep coming back around to is that you want to be hated. Then I looked at the envelope -- America's bicentennial, Knoxville, TN. You were just a kid, 8 maybe 9 years old.”

“Kate,” Sawyer says menacingly. Kate must’ve took it off me when they were taking me back to the beach. I look down at my wrapped arm and realize I’m only in my tank top.

“This letter wasn't written to you. You wrote this letter. Your name's not Sawyer, is it?” Kate asks and I try to sit up more. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

“Kate wait-” I try to say, but Sawyer cuts me off.

“It was his name. He was a confidence man. Romanced my momma to get to the money, wiped them out clean, left a mess behind. So I wrote that letter. I wrote it knowing one day I'd find him. But that ain't the sad part,” Sawyer pauses and glances at me, “When I was 19, I needed 6 grand to pay these guys off I was in trouble with. So I found a pretty lady with a dumb husband who had some money. And I got them to give it to me. How's that for a tragedy? I became the man I was hunting. Became Sawyer. Don't you feel sorry for me,” Sawyer grabs the letter from her, “Get the hell out. Get out!”

Kate gets up and walk away without another glance at me. Sawyer watches her go with an awful expression on his face. I slowly lower myself onto the bed, now feeling light-headed from sitting up. I must’ve lost a lot of blood.

“Sawyer I didn’t know she would find it,” I say weakly, bracing myself for an explosion from Sawyer.

“Not your fault,” Sawyer replies simply, still looking away from me. I stare at him surprised.

“I took a knife for you,” I say and he finally turns around.

“What?”

“In the original series,” I explain, “You’re the one who gets stabbed. I don’t exist.”

“Lucky you,” He replies simply and settles back into the chair next to the bed. I turn on my back and stare up at the ceiling of the tent.

The sun begins to set and I look out across the beach to see Sayid and Kate talk. I remember that Sayid is leaving, and I smile a bit to myself. It’s odd how even though I changed things, everything seems to course correct. I watch as Sayid kisses Kate’s hand and then turns to walk away. I turn my head to Sawyer and see him hold a lighter up to his letter, but hesitate.

He turns his head and catches my eye, and I give him a reassuring smile. He nods back at me and turns away to look at the ocean. I smile to myself some more and begin to hum “I Shall Not Walk Alone” as I remember from the episode's end.

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In A Day or Two-Ch. 31

Chapter 31

           I was sure Kenny could feel my fingers trembling as we followed my mother. He squeezed my hand and drew it up to his lips, brushing a faint kiss on the knuckles. All I wanted was to turn and run, to snatch what personal stuff I could and follow Kenny back to Japan. To go back to when I had been happy, and the world of New York City was just a distant memory.

           “Shaytan,” he whispered, leaning in close so that my mother wouldn’t hear. “It’s going to be fine. I promise, koibito. I’ve faced worse.”

           I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “No, you haven’t.” He squeezed my fingers playfully.

           “Damon Alexander Walker,” my mother practically snarled as she rounded the corner into the formal sitting room. My heart slipped down past my stomach toward my toes. No one ever used this room unless they were pulling the old New York blue blood money card. “What in the world is wrong with you?”

           “Mom, chillax,” came my brother’s voice. It was a little deeper and more gravely than it used to be. “It’s Shaye and her boyfriend. You’re the one who’s trying to act like there’s some big deal going on.”

           I couldn’t help but feel a stab of affection for my baby brother. He was more trouble than he was worth sometimes, but I loved him. And he was exactly what I needed just then. My hand closed a little tighter on Kenny’s as we slipped into the room behind my mother.

           My brother had thick, dark hair that settled in a mop of curls on his head. He had brown eyes that were calmer than his behavior suggested. He was all easy smiles and mischief, until it turned from innocent to criminal. Damon was everything the Hearst Walker dynasty wasn’t. Metal band t-shirts, ripped jeans, Chucks, skateboards, and spikes. My brother walked to the beat of his own drum, and my parents hated it.

           “Sha-sha!” Damon said when I appeared from behind our mother. His face lit up in a bright, easy grin. He had on dark purple eyeliner and his fingernails were painted alternately white and black. I watched his eyes get bigger and brighter as he saw who was standing next to me. “Holy fucking shit!”

           “Damon!” My mother hissed, cutting her eyes between my brother and Kenny. “Please, for the love of God, act as if you have some sense of propriety.”

           I grinned, wanting to rush across the room and snatch him up in a hug. I loved my brother desperately in that moment, not only because he drew the attention from Kenny and me, but because he was desperately honest with himself in a way that I wished I were. Kenny squeezed my fingers and drew me closer. From the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.

           “I’ve heard a lot about you, Damon,” Kenny said, his voice bright with playfulness. “Shaytan has told me stories of your… adventures.”

           I bit my bottom lip to keep from grinning. Adventures was a nice way to put the trouble my brother had gotten into in his lifetime. My mother’s face went an interesting shade of puce as Damon smiled back. “Ah, betcha Sha-sha hid most of it. She’s always makin’ me look better than I am.”

           “Your sister is the only one who sees any sort of promise in you,” my mother replied as she walked to a sidebar and poured herself a drink. “But God only knows why.”

           She held a glass toward us, tipping her brows up as she offered. I waved my hand in dismissal. “No, thank you, Momma. Kenny doesn’t drink.”

           “Straight edge?” Damon queried. Kenny dipped his head in agreement. “Right on. Power to you, dude.”

           “It’s not an easy thing to do in my line of work,” Kenny responded. “But it’s worth it.”

           “Good Lord,” my mother stage whispered. She splashed another shot of bourbon into her glass, swirling it around. She knocked it back and repeated the process.

           I tugged Kenny across the room to sit on the sofa beside Damon. My brother’s eyes got wider as Kenny sank down in the space between us. “Seriously,” Kenny said as he sat back against the cushions. “You gotta get off that stuff. All of it.”

           As the two of them slipped into a conversation, I turned my gaze toward the mahogany door that led to my father’s study. I was desperate for him to come into the room to save me from my mother and her blue blood insanity. Just as he always did when I was a child. It didn’t matter to him that he was a Pitzer, or that Mother was a Hearst, it only mattered that we were a family.          

           Sometimes, I wondered if that’s why he was away on business trips so much. Being a Hearst was the center of my mother’s identity—or it least it had become that way as I’d gotten older—and she seemed to spend more time flexing her Old Money than my father wanted. The pressure must have gotten to him more than he ever let on in front of us.

           “Listen…” Kenny’s voice broke through the thoughts turning sideways in my head. “I’ll make you a deal, Damon. Get off it… all of it… and I’ll fly you to Japan. An entire week. And I’ll show you around, just like I did with Shaye.”

           “Kenny…” I said carefully, drawing the word out. “I don’t think…”

           My brother sat up straight, his face going serious. He watched Kenny for a few moments then nodded and stuck out his hand. “Deal.”

           Kenny gripped Damon’s fingers and smiled. “Stay outta trouble, and I’ll get you into the Tokyo Dome.”

           Before any of us could say another word, the door of my father’s study opened, and he slipped into the formal sitting room. Jeremy Pitzer Walker was almost six foot four, his hair still thick and naturally dark at fifty-four. He had eyes a shade lighter than Damon’s, but the same easy smile. There was a soft curl to his mouth as he rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows.

           “Well, sorry I’ve kept you. Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” my father said as he crossed the room. I saw Kenny wipe his palms on his pants before he stood. “No, please, don’t get up. I’m Jeremy, Shaye’s father.”

           Kenny stood anyway, holding his hand out toward my father. The two of them shook hands, and I could see by my father’s slight nod that he was impressed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

           “Call me Jeremy, please,” my father crooned, grinning as he leaned in. He gripped Kenny’s elbow and drew him a little closer. “I’m sorry about all this. Caroline goes a little overboard.”

           I rolled my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand, coughing to stifle my laughter. Damon didn’t even try to hide it. “Overboard? Dad, Mom’s insane.” My brother turned toward Kenny and grinned. “The last time we used this room… it was a governor or something. Seriously…”

           “At least one of us remembers that we have an image to uphold,” my mother replied, knocking back what I thought was her third or fourth whiskey. “God forbid the three of you act like you remember who you are.”

           “We remember exactly who we are, darling,” my father said as he stepped over to my mother and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Has Noel finished dinner?”

           Kenny looked sideways at me, his gaze sliding back and forth between me and my parents. “You have a cook?”

           “And a maid. And a driver, but you’ve met him,” Damon answered, his grin getting bigger. “They’ve both got personal secretaries—but Dad works for an investment firm, so he needs one. Mom’s is mostly for… social engagements and society events. You know really ‘important’ stuff.”

           Damon had no shame and absolutely no sense of self-preservation. I was one hundred percent certain that if Kenny hadn’t been there, my mother would have torn my little brother into shreds. I watched her grip her glass just as a petite blonde woman turned the corner. I cringed at the sight of her starched white jacket and black slacks. Jesus Christ, I thought as I rubbed my fingertips over my brow. She’s made Noel wear a uniform.

           “Dinner is served,” Noel said formally. She looked stiff and uncomfortable. I hated everything about being a Hearst-Pitzer-Walker more in that moment than ever before.

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No Control (Clyde Logan x OC) NSFW

Here’s my attempt at writing Clyde for another someone special. I’ve never wrote Clyde before, so just bear with me... 

Of course, of course my car would break down, Amy thought to herself bitterly. She leant against the bonnet of her car, reaching for her phone out of her leather jacket. No signal. Yeah, course. It was 10:30pm, her car had broke down in a town she had no idea about and her phone had no signal. She groaned out in frustration, shoving her useless ass phone back in her pocket. She locked her car and started trudging down the dark road. It was obviously just her luck for all of this to happen. Next time, someone else was driving. The gravel crunched underneath her feet, as she carried on walking. She had absolutely no idea where she was walking to, but she needed to find somewhere that had a phone. It wasn’t long before she came into view of what looked like a bar. She huddled her jacket around her, approaching the bar, praying that she would be able to find a phone and call her friend. Amy peered up at the sign on top of the bar - Duck Tape. Amy thought it was a shot to see if anyone could help her. She jogged up the small steps leading to the porch. She pulled the door open and stepped into the bar. It was empty, apart from the lone bartender. He looked up from the cash register, catching eye contact with Amy. 

‘Hey- uh, my car broke down and I don’t have any signal on my shitty phone- I don’t suppose you have a phone I could use?’ Amy rambled out, her breath hitching slightly as she properly took in the man standing behind the bar. Buttoned up grey shirt, dishevelled hair, he had a prosthetic arm and had a soft expression on his face. 

‘Sure darlin’ He replied, nodding towards the phone on the bar. Amy gave me a small smile, walking over to the bar. Amy picked up the phone, dialling her friends number in. She waited a few seconds, but no reply. 

‘Shit’ She murmured to herself, putting the phone back down and running a hand through her hair. Now what? She asked herself. She was all out of options. She sighed, turning back to the bartender. 

‘Thanks for your help’ Before edging back towards the door. 

‘If I may offer my assistance, my brother is a mechanic, maybe he could help ya’ll?’ He offered, placing the glasses he was cleaning on the counter. Amy paused, turning back to face him. 

‘Are you sure? I wouldn’t wanna be a burden’ She confessed, giving him an awkward smile. She knew this was not the right time to think this, but he was fucking handsome. He was stirring something inside of Amy which was NOT appropriate right now. He shook his head, leaving the bar and walking towards Amy. She almost squeaked at the full size of him, he was... large. 

‘Not a burden at all, darlin’. Cant’t let a pretty lady like you walk back to a broken car’ He assured, standing inches away from Amy. Would it be bad to jump his bones, Amy thought to herself. She pushed away the intrusive thought, and introduced her self. 

‘I guess not- I’m Amy’ She stuck her hand out to shake his. 

‘I’m Clyde’ He took Amy’s hand, shaking it lightly. Clyde.

‘Nice to meet you Clyde. So, I take it, this is your bar?’ Amy asked, looking around the little hut. Clyde nodded proudly, heading back to the bar. 

‘Drink? On the house of course’ He added, smiling at Amy. Well, why not. She wasn’t exactly driving anywhere. 

‘Sure, you choose’ She replied, sitting on one of the chairs at the bar. Clyde made her a drink, sliding it over to her. Amy sipped the drink, not over her earlier thoughts of wanting to jump this mans bones. Which was unusual for her, because she rarely would want to sleep with someone she had only known for 5 minutes. She glanced at him, getting caught up in pretty much staring at him. He was BUILT. 

‘Are you eye fuckin me, darlin?’ Amy was completely snapped out of her meddling thoughts, as she tore her eyes away from Clyde’s body. She peeped back up, her eyes locking with Clyde’s. Heat crept instantly to her cheeks, she could feel herself getting flushed. Clyde was watching her, a smirk playing on his lips. 

‘I- uh-’ Clyde shook his head, pressing his lips together not allowing Amy to protest. 

‘Don’t worry, I’m not gonna lie and say I haven’t looked at you’ He assured her, raising his eyebrows. Amy’s breath hitched in her throat as she didn’t tear her eyes away from Clyde’s. 

‘How lucky am I, that a pretty lady like you walked into my bar’ Clyde continued, coming back from behind the bar and heading round to Amy. Say something! 

‘You can thank my shitty car for that’ Amy blurted out. She silently cussed herself. Say anything, anything other than that. Clyde chuckled lowly at her comment. Amy tried to pluck up the courage to say something back to him, because it was clear there was SOMETHING between the two of them. 

‘How exactly would you like me to repay you, you know for your brother going to fix my car?’ Amy asked Clyde, swinging around on her chair so she could face him fully. 

‘Well, darlin. I’m usually a gentleman, but right now, I’m thinking you let me fuck you over this bar’ Amy’s eyes widened at Clyde’s words, but she could feel herself literally getting wet at the thought. 

‘Whatcha say?’ He asked Amy, closing the space between them. She bit down on her lower lip, knowing full well it’s exactly what she wanted. 

‘What are you waiting for?’ That was all Clyde needed. He spun Amy off her chair, her back connecting with his chest as he bent her over the bar. 

‘No control, huh?’ She teased as she could feel Clyde yanking down her jeans, along with her underwear. A smack to her ass, causing her to yelp, caught her off guard. 

‘You betcha’ He grunted, Amy hearing the sound of his belt clanking to the floor. Within seconds, Clyde’s boxers were on the floor, his fingers swiping across Amy’s lips. 

‘Suck them, darlin. I want you to get my fingers wet, so I can get your pussy wet’ He breathed in her ear, his draw driving her wild. Amy obeyed instantly, opening her mouth and allowing Clyde to dip his fingers into her mouth. She sucked obediently. Clyde moaned at the sensation of Amy’s tongue running across his fingers. He pulled them out, darting to her already dripping wet pussy. 

‘Mm, you’re already wet. Such a dirty slut’ He murmured, causing Amy to gasp as he slid his fingers into her. He worked his fingers against Amy’s core, the feeling of her on his fingers, was making his cock twitch. 

‘Shit, Clyde’ She breathed out, her hands gripping onto the bar. 

‘Yeah- mm-’ Clyde stroked his cock, before grasping Amy’s hips, thrusting himself into her. 

‘Fuck’ He whined, as Amy bit her lip, almost drawing blood. 

‘You’re so big’ Amy choked out, feeling every inch of Clyde’s cock stuffing her. He groaned at her words, his hand coming around the base of her throat. Squeezing slightly, cutting off some of Amy’s breath. 

‘You like that darlin? Mm, you like me fuckin’ you like this’ He growled, his grip on her throat not loosening. 

‘Yes-’ She barely got the word out. Clyde go of her neck, his hand now entangling itself in her hair, wrenching her head back so he could look down at her. 

‘Such a fuckin slut, aren’t you?’ He panted. 

‘Yes sir’ She slurred out, causing Clyde to lose his mind, fucking her harder and faster. He let go of Amy’s hair, but guided her head to look across the bar. There was a mirror opposite them. She could see everything. Her hands gripping onto the bar, her face contorted into pleasure, Clyde behind her, fucking her as he fast as he could. 

‘See what I’m doin to you, sweetheart?’ He rasped, keeping eye contact with Amy in the mirror. 

‘You can’t cum yet, darlin. You’re taking my cock so well’ He praised, resting his head on the back of Amy’s as he thrusted into her. 

‘Clyde- I can’t’ She huffed out, losing all control. 

‘Beg me darlin. Let’s hear that pretty fuckin mouth of yours beg for me to let you cum’ He challenged. 

‘Please- please let me cum’ Amy almost cried out. 

‘More’ He demanded. 

‘Fuck, Clyde. Let me cum all of your cock’ She groaned out, her vision was starting to blur. 

‘Ugh, fuckin cum darlin, Cum with me’ And with those words, they both came at the same time. Both of them, sweaty hot messes. Amy attempted to regain her breathing, trying to overcome what had just happened. Clyde eventually pulled away from her, yanking his underwear and jeans back up. 

‘Wait there, I’ll get you cleaned up’ Seconds later, he had a towel and was cleaning up the mess they’d both made. Amy sloppily but her underwear and jeans on, sitting back on the stool, wincing she did. 

‘You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ Clyde’s expression was concerned as his hand softly pawed at your neck. Amy placed her hand over Clyde’s, holding it. 

‘You didn’t hurt me, don’t worry’ She assured him, smiling lazily. 

‘Good- you want to come back with me? I can lock up here, and you can get some rest before Jimmy fixes your car’ Clyde offered, hoping you’d say yes. 

‘Tell your brother to take his time... I may stay for a while’ 

[hawksmagnolia]

Third time’s a charm

Drunk drabble prompt fulfillment for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​!

Submitted by @littleredstarfish​

Fandom: Endings, Beginnings Frank (AU) x reader

Words: 1,411

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, speeding, hot cop

Tags and moodboard behind the cut! xoxo

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The first time you meet him, it’s accidental.

You weren’t even going that fast. It’s a deserted country road, one you’ve driven a million times. It’s also 2 am, about to storm and you’re completely exhausted and cranky from a slammed Friday night at work.

When you see the flash of blue lights, you swear colorfully and pull over to the shoulder. Straddling your bike, you cut the engine and kick the stand down a little too hard. You push your visor up, pull your backpack to your front, and start digging for your license. You grab the leather riding glove in your teeth and put it off so you can wrestle it from your wallet.

The cop walks, no, that’s definitely a swagger, up to you. He lights you up with his stupid Maglite, half blinding you and illuminating the glove still in your teeth. As the white spots in your vision fade, you get your first look at him. You’ve seen him before at the bar. He’s a friend of Jack, your co-owner, fellow bartender, and cousin. He’s also ridiculously good looking, from his brooding bad boy stubble and muscular frame in tac pants and bulletproof vest over polo. Not only is he a cop, but he’s also a damned detective. You can see the blue of his eyes even from where you stand and he has those long lashes that most women would kill for.

If Jack told him you have made comments about his ass in jeans then you’ll be the sole owner of the bar because Jack will be a dead man. Jack also failed to mention the whole “He’s a cop” thing.

You spit the glove into your bag as lift your hands and point with your elbow.

“I’ve got a knife in my pocket. I am telling you so I can take it out.”

He nods and you pull your switchblade free of your jeans pocket and set it on the ground before kicking it away from yourself.

“You know why I pulled you over?”

“Because you’ve got nothing better to do?”

He frowns and holds out his hand. “License and registration please.”

As you hand over both, his frown deepens. He glances at the little plastic cards and then back at you.

“Can you take your helmet off please?”

Sighing, you reach back and unclip it and pull it off your head.

“Jesus Christ. You’re a woman. You’re Jack’s partner.”

“Last time I checked. Are you going to give me a ticket or not? I’d like to get home before the clouds break and I end up pissed off and soaked.”

“I’ve never seen a woman ride like that.”

“Then you are hanging out with the wrong women. Can I smoke? Please.”

He gives a curt nod and walks a short way away, pressing the mic on his shoulder and you hear him calling in your tag and license number.

Using your beloved vintage zippo lighter, the flame casting shadows across your face as it lights the cigarette. Tired of standing uncomfortably, you swing your left leg over and lean sidesaddle on the bike. Unable to control yourself, you flip off the camera that is hidden in the grill of his car.

The radio crackles and you see him watching you. Or maybe he’s admiring the bike. It’s a fully custom Harley Davidson Roadster painted a matte concrete color. Her name is Vendetta she’s your prized possession.

The static dies away and he comes back over and hands over the license and insurance card as well as a folded yellow paper.

“You’re clear. I’m giving you a written warning. You were going fast as hell but you weren’t endangering anyone and you’re almost home so no ticket but slow down. Plus you’d probably spit in my drink the next time I’m at the bar.”

“Aye aye captain!” You give him a mock salute.

“You’re a real smart ass.”

“You betcha. Next time you won’t catch me.” You wink.

His cerulean eyes study your face before he turns to head back to his car. “Good night ma’am.”

Flipping the paper open you notice that inside the warning is another piece of paper with his name, Frank, and number. You snap the zippo back open and watch the flame eat at the phone number, knowing he’s watching. You toss the flaming paper aside before it burns your fingertips, right yourself with gear and backpack before roaring off into the night. The last thing he sees is the blur of taillights.

You forget about your switchblade, left forgotten on the roadside. He walks over and picks it up, idly turning it in his fingers.

=======

The second time you meet him, it’s just plain bad luck.

Sitting on the bar, booted feet bouncing off the wood, you’re icing your knuckles while a paramedic seals up the cut on your eyebrow when he walks in the door.

“Aw, shit.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I’m almost done.” The paramedic wipes some of the dried blood off.

Detective Frank the hottie spies you and heads straight for you.

And yeah, he’s definitely hot. You get a much better look at him in the light than on a dark road. He’s in detective gear tonight, polo shirt and khaki pants. You can see the muscles of his thighs through his pants.

“Well, if it isn’t my little speed demon. Jack.” He nods at your fellow bartender and co-owner. There is a weird moment of tension between them but it passes as fast as it comes.

Jack leans on the bar next to you, his stance almost possessive. “Frank.”

“I need to get a statement. From both of you.”

“I’ll go first.” Jack lifts the ice bag to check your knuckles. “You need more ice.”

“Yes, dad.” Rolling your eyes, you scoot across the bar to refill the bag.

The tension between the two is obvious as Jack gives his statement. Not much to it, the guy has too much to drink. Guy sees ex-girl, also drunk, with a new guy. Punches are thrown. Everyone gets tossed out on their ass. Normally you don’t have to exchange blows but stupid drunk girls don’t often come at you with acrylic claws and liquid courage running through their veins.

Jack walks back, a thunderous look on his face. “I’m going to go clean up.” He kisses your cheek and squeezes your hand.

You nod, puzzled about his mood.

Detective Hottie comes back your way. He reaches into his pocket and removes a familiar switchblade and hands it over.

“You forgot this.”

Scowling, you shove it into your pocket. “Protect, Serve, and give sharp pointy things to women?”

“Something like that.”

He gets the statement and before he closes his little notebook he scribbles his number on a page and hands it to you.

You accept but when he looks back, you’ve balled it up and shot it into the trash can.

==========

The third time, he comes to you.

When someone knocks on the door at 7 pm on a Wednesday, it’s a shock. No one comes to your home except one of your few friends or the family you speak to and you prefer it that way. Figuring it must be the kid next door selling something for a school fundraiser, you pull yourself off the couch and open the door. You’re so surprised you can’t even stop your mouth from falling open.

Detective Hottie is on your doorstep. But he’s not Detective Hottie tonight. He’s straight-up hot Frank in jeans and a simple t-shirt.

Finally recovering your wits, you lean on the door jam. “Good evening Detective. Are you doing doughnut deliveries?”

“Why do you keep tossing my number?”

“Because I’m not interested.”

“I think you are.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Are you dating Jack?”

You sputter and laugh, clutching your middle. “Oh god no. That’s gross and totally illegal. Jack is my cousin. Our dads were brothers.”

His eyes scrutinize your face, pink from laughter. “I’ve never seen you laugh before.”

You shrug. “Maybe you weren’t watching close enough."

He leans closer, close enough that his jaw skims yours. “Why not give me a chance to make you laugh again?”

You hesitate. His cologne smells delicious and he seems to be radiating sin and promises of a good time.

“One date.”

He smiles and it lights up his entire face.

“You won’t regret it. Promise.”

You might even believe him.

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Right now all I need is some Rhodey and Touille fluff and maybe a little bit of angst because that's just who I am....but yeah mostly fluff

You betcha.

//

sophomore year | march

 It’s not that Ben is addicted to Minecraft. It just...... it helps him relax.

Not that he’s, like, a stressed-out person. It’s just that there’s been a whole lot of shit going on, between the recent completion of midterms and a lot of travel for games on weekends and the impending doom of having to select his major, and it’s— well. Life sometimes necessitates playing Minecraft on a Tuesday at 7 PM.

In his defense, he has nothing better to do. His homework is done, and Nando is at Quinn’s. He could go downstairs and become a functional member of society. He could eat dinner. Or he could just stay here. On his beanbag. With his hair falling in his face. Building the Lourve.

It was Remy’s idea. He was holding a stakeout in here— they both were, last weekend, waiting for Nando to get back from simpleton hours— and Ben wound up turning on his Xbox to pass the time. Remy sat down next to him and watched him open up his server, and it— it was nice. It’s always nice, with him.

Even though he talked shit about his Minecraft version of Meelia, the arena on campus. Like, come on. It’s a work of art.

Make something European, Remy had told him. So, like, fuck you, man. He’s building the entire city of Paris for him. Just to shove it in his face.

He builds with his earbuds in for a solid twenty minutes before he pauses to glance at his phone. He has a Snapchat from that one music major chick with the pink hair, and the group chat is deliberating types of pizza to order for team dinner tomorrow.

You know... whatever. He opens up his texts and sends Remy three letters. wya

Remy takes all of two seconds to respond. I’m in library

come to beech im bored :)

What’s in it for me?

money can’t buy my sparkling personality

It takes him another twenty minutes, but then the magic happens. There’s a gentle rap on his door, which is already open, and when he looks up, there’s something warm in his chest.

“Hey, duck.”

“Hi.” Remy drops his bag unceremoniously in the doorway. It’s not his backpack. It’s his overnight bag. It’s an unspoken sign that Ben now knows well; he’s sleeping here tonight. Which, like. Fine by him. That would explain the twenty minutes it took him to get over here.

“Come sit.” Ben scoots over on his beanbag. They’re experts at fitting two human beings into it. Three, sometimes, with Nando. But he’s like a human beanbag. And it’s the best.

Ben likes cricket piles. But doing it alone with Remy....... that’s different.

Remy leaves his sneakers at the door. He’s in a KMH sweatshirt and his track pants, and when he sinks down into the beanbag next to him, he smells so good. Which, yeah, is a little weird for Ben to notice. But Remy sort of always smells good. It’s the least college athlete thing about him— he has this thing about keeping up appearances.

“What are you building?” he asks, tipping his head down onto Ben’s shoulder.

It’s a simple gesture, but it gives him butterflies. Obviously, platonic snuggly bro butterflies. Not I regularly snuggle with the person I’m in love with and he’ll never even come close to returning my feelings but it’s chill because at least he likes to snuggle me butterflies.

“I’m making you a city,” he informs him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him to settle into his chest. When they’ve got the tangled thing down right, Ben can still hold his controller. “You wanna help?”

“Hold on.” Remy pauses, shifting against him a little, and then exhales. His weight is a welcome feeling. The beanbag is too small for both of them, but Ben never wants to move. “You’re making me a city?”

“Of course I am.” Ben pauses. He keeps his eyes on his screen, lest he get caught up in the snuggle. “You told me to build something European.”

Remy snorts. “I didn’t think you’d take me seriously.”

“Don’t diss my Minecraft game and expect me not to take it serious, Rem.”

“Oh.” He laughs again, this chirpy thing. “My bad.”

Ben pauses his play to ruffle his hair. Remy wraps his arm around the front of his chest.

It’s...... he could just do this. All the time. He has been doing this. For a year. But lately he hasn’t wanted to do it with anyone else, either.

He builds for a few more minutes, then saves his progress at a good spot, turns off the TV, and puts aside his controller. With both hands free, he wraps Remy up like he intends to squeeze the life out of him. Remy laughs and pounds his chest.

“Hey,” he says, with his face still resting on his shoulder. “Roughhousing.”

“I missed you today,” Ben says, as he releases him. Because of course he missed him. He always does. “How was your day?”

“It was fine.” Remy pauses. He yawns a little, pressing his face into his shoulder, and then settles back down onto his chest. “I think I might want a nap, if that’s okay with you.”

“That is totally good by me.” Ben pauses, then checks, because he has to. “But a nap at seven won’t fuck up your sleep schedule?”

Remy yawns again. “Bold of you to assume I’m not sleeping straight through the night.”

“Ducky.”

“I’m not serious, Ben.” Remy pauses, then stretches his legs out across him and announces, “I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute.”

“Okay,” Ben says, helpless, because that’s all he is.

He naps on him for an entire hour and a half, and Ben does not move once.

[goodnightallwhites]

Two Hot Blondes Get Judged By Moon

Two Hot Blondes Get Judged

By Moon

It is nighttime at Coxville Airport, a man is standing at the luggage carousel, he picks up his suitcase.

 Night time at the Summer's residence. Kitty Summers is alone in the Summer's family pool, her hands slide over her large bikini clad breasts as she bites her lip and roll her eyes in lust. Her Mother, Jenny Summers walks out of the house wearing a tiny, sexy black dress showing off her huge cleavage and curvy, toned body. Kitty snaps from her moment of lust as Jenny stands above her eyeing what lies beneath the surface of the water. "I see you've claimed the pool, mine will be here any minute I'll keep him inside" Jenny announces and then walks back into the house and into the kitchen.

 Kitty looks down as a large dark mass appears from below the waterline of the pool right in front of her. A mass of snaking black muscle uncoils upwards to face her. "Was that your mom?" Samson asks with a gasp of breath "You know she can join us if she wants" he suggests with a smirk, glancing back towards the kitchen. "What, like I'm not enough?" Kitty asks challengingly thinking the big black athlete can be a jerk sometimes. Samson turns back to the small girl and picks her up "Girl, you got it all and you know it". Kitty moans as she is then lowered down on his submerged black cock, her big breasts press against his solid frame as she slides down, impaling herself further. Samson looks back towards the kitchen "but she sure have some big ol' titties" he mutters under his breath.

 In the kitchen Jenny sips a drink, she stares at the huge salt and pepper dispensers on the counter top, only one thought filling her mind. Whilst gripping the drink in one hand her other slides over her huge breasts giving one a squeeze. She moans as her hand continues it's journey down her curvaceous body. When she reaches her exposed thigh her hand changes direction and dives up under her dress. She stares at the darker coloured pepper dispenser as her hand works furiously on her boiling pussy. The doorbell rings. Jenny puts down her drink and walks down the hallway toward the front door, one impressively long heel after another. Biting her lip whilst juices start to trickle down her legs in anticipation. She reaches the door and opens it, a huge, dark, smartly dressed figure fills the frame his face hidden by the night. Jenny looks up at the massive presence pressing against her house. "You took your damn time" she blurts angrily her face wound up with lust, her hands automatically reaching out. She grabs the hulking shadow and pulls him into the light towards her "Kiss me" she cries out. Coach Black picks Jenny up as she wraps her limbs around him "Damn bitch, you are in heat tonight, you just can't wait can you?" the Coach remarks with a chuckle. They kiss with a animal passion, the Coach walks them further into the hallway and slams the door behind him.

 On the highway a car is driving along through the night, the driver reaches over to adjust the radio station, releasing a political debate into the air.

 Outside in the pool Kitty is on all fours, precariously balanced on the pool steps and enduring a harsh fucking from the big, meaty football player behind her. "Ugghhh shiiit fuck me Samson, ooohhh" Kitty screams as Samson pummels his huge dick into her. She decides that the sound of the door slamming most likely means her Mother's prize has arrived. Samson roughly grabs Kitty's ponytail as he ploughs away making her big tits swing "Damn girl, you been keeping in shape. You must have fucked all the Niggas in School and you're still as tight as hell". Kitty looks back at him, a devilish look across her face "mmmmm, you betcha black ass I am, I'm the hottest pussy in School". "Bitch, you the hottest pussy in town..." Samson gives her an extra hard slam "uggghh" Kitty reacts. "...and the tightest..." Samson slams her again, increasing the power behind it "UGGNNHH!" Kitty reacts again. "...and the deepest!" Samson slams his whole dick up her pussy as hard as he can "UUGGHH Fuucck!" Kitty screams.

 Inside, in the hallway Jenny still has her athletic, shapely legs wrapped around The Coach's bulging muscles, her small black dress ridden up and down, forced into a crinkled belt around her small waist. The Coach's silk shirt ripped open displaying his expansive chest which now presses tightly against Jenny's bare breasts. One of The Coach's big black hands supports Jenny's body, the other diving in and out of her pussy. Two of his fingers rampantly fuck the beautiful, desperate blonde, sending pussy juices splashing all over his solid, sturdy stomach and the waist of his trousers. "Ugghh, yes Coach, you fucking stud, finger fuck me mmmnnhh" Jenny moans. "Bitch, you need to get on my dick, it's about to bust through my god damn pants". Jenny, lipstick smeared around her mouth looks down panting, there is a rriippp. "Damn bitch, hurry up these pants ain't cheap!" The Coach orders. Jenny turns her beautiful, lust filled face back to the Coach's and begins to slide down his front aided by the couple's perspiration and her own slick pussy juice coating the Coach's stomach. Jenny's pussy comes in to contact with the huge, straining bulge in the Coach's pants as her big heavy breasts slides up to her chin as she drags herself down. As she reaches the ground with her knees she is met with the pulsing mass of cock hidden behind a thin layer of stretched fabric. "Hurry up Bitch" The Coach demands as Jenny stares at the long, thick, jerking tube of flesh, it's veins popping up through the tense material. "I can't wait to get at this perfect pussy pleaser" she thinks to herself. With a devilish look on her face Jenny grabs either side of the Coach's pants. Rrrriiiiippppp, the blonde slut tears the trousers to pieces setting the huge, hard cock free. The big cock smacks violently against the rock hard abs of The Coach's stomach, sending a splat of pussy juice splaying out all around it. "You stupid fucking whore, I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson bitch!" the Coach shouts angrily at the teasing white slut beneath him. Jenny takes hold of the rigid black cock with both hands, strings of slime connecting it with the Coach's stomach, she bites her lip and smiles excitedly. "Oooh, yeah" She moans "Teach me a lesson with your big fucking dick".

 The car has stopped at a gas station. Inside the driver is buying some flowers.

 Outside Kitty and Samson have changed positions, Kitty is in the air, clinging on to the pool's curved, metal ladder which leads into the water. Samson is on his feet behind with a strong and sturdy grip on her waist "Fuck my ass you big black mother-fucker!" Kitty screams as Samson pile drives into her asshole. "Yeah bitch, take that fucking dick up your sweet ass" Samson commands as he works his big athletic body, the pool light shining off his shiny, sculpted body.

 In the hallway the Coach has picked Jenny back up, her legs wrapped around his waist and is screwing her hard in her pussy "fuck me harder, you big black bull!" she screams "teach me a fucking lesson!"

 The car is back on the road and has entered a suburban area, it drives past the Coxville High Campus.

 Outside, Kitty has also been picked up by her big black hulk. With her back pressed against Samson's wide, muscular torso and her shapely legs in each of his hands she bucks up and down on his big cock and he pistons it in and out of her ass. She looks back at the big black brute "I think I can see Mom, fuck me up against the window." she orders "I want to watch Coach fuck that bitch". "Sure thing slut" Samson complies "I wanna see that shit too" I thinks as he carries her to the Kitchen window and lets her feet down to touch the ground. With her hands up against the window and Samson fucking her from behind Kitty peers in through the window. "Shit this is one hot show" Kitty exclaims as there before her she can see her Mother getting taught a hard lesson by the big, black, muscular Football Coach.

 The car pulls up outside a house and the driver gets out.

 In the hallway Jenny has again changed position, she is now clinging to the two lowest of the stairwell's banisters. Her long heels making her back arch up and her bubble butt point straight up. "Ugggnnhh fuck me deep you fucking nigger!" Jenny cries out as The Coach slams his big fat dick down her ass all the way.

 The driver walks up the front drive towards the front door.

 "That's it you damn slut, take all ma' dick bitch" The Coach shouts as he pounds the blonde slut harder. Jenny grips more determinedly to the banisters, her face a grimace of lust, her back arched as far as is possible "oh fuck! Fuck me!" she screams "deeper! Fuck me deeper, I want more!". With his whole dick smashing into the blonde's round, shiny, bubble butt he is reminded of something. Mid fuck strokes the Coach reaches into the back pocket of his ruined pants and pulls out a chunky metal ring. He pushes it down to a viewable level for Jenny "You want more? You gonna love this".

 The driver approaches the door and aligns his key with the key-hole.

 Jenny, sweating and panting looks back at the strange piece of jewellery, glinting gold in the big black hand. Jenny's face mixes absolute lust with a hint of confusion.

 The door opens.

 Jenny's face darts to the door, her face drops. The Coach's face spins to the door, his mouth opens. The golden ring drops from his hand making a large thud as it hits the floor signalling silence.

 Outside Kitty reacts to the newest addition to the house forcing Samson and herself away from the window and up against the wall not to be seen "Oh Shit!" she exclaims. Kitty hurriedly forces Samson to hop over the fence. "You have to go, now!" she half-whispers as she pushes his big, shiny, muscular, black ass over the fence "What the fuck?" he cries as he disappears.

 In the hallway the two lovers are frozen in position as they look open mouthed at the figure in the doorway. Harold looks at his wife, naked, bent over, a mess of bodily fluid. "Honey bunch?" he asks desperately and confused. With a loud plop the Coach's cock backs out of the well fucked blonde pussy. Harold's eyes dart to what created the sound and his mouth drops open and he releases everything he is carrying. His suitcase crashes to the floor and flowers are sent scattering around his feet.

   The next morning

   A television set is on, it flicks to an advert, a large black man is promoting a marriage breakup attorney services."Going through divorce proceedings?" The Lawyer on the TV explains. "Let me guess, you're a beautiful women who's husband just doesn't give you the time of day. You're scared that he has all the power? Well that's where I come in....." The TV ad drifts in the back ground. Jenny is sitting on the sofa in the Summer's house half-watching the television, distracted by the events of the previous night. Jenny's perfect body is covered in a tiny night dress, one that barely reaches the bottom of her ass and that is verging on see-through showing off her huge unsupported breasts. She plays with the golden ring in her hands as her daughter Kitty walks in. Kitty saunters in wearing a pleated, tartan mini skirt which like her Mother's attire doesn't reach the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight, skimpy vest-top which barely contains her ample chest. Kitty looks at her Mother sitting on the couch looking very sorry for herself "So how did Dad take it?" she asks. "He is so upset Kitty, I feel kind of bad for him" Jenny answers "More like you're annoyed you were caught" Kitty bounces back giggling to herself. Jenny looks up at her slutty daughter with a menacing look "How dare you, you little bitch" Jenny shouts, she pauses and looks back at the metal ring in her hands. "Your father has agreed to work through this, he is just taking a breather" Jenny explains. "Well I need a lift to School, are you going in to work?" Kitty asks uncaring of the situation whilst adjusting her hair in the living room mirror. "No, we are both taking a couple of days off to work through this" Jenny replies "Your father said he would be gone for a couple of hours, you will need to get the bus". Kitty makes a disgusted face "The bus? Ew". Kitty spots the golden ring in her Mother's hand "Hey, what's that?" she asks. Jenny looks at the inscription on the outside of the ring "perfect" it reads "it's an armband that the Coach left here, I think it's a gift". Kitty rolls her eyes as she heads to the front door "Armband? Yeah right" she giggles "Well, I'm out of here I've got a LONG, HARD day at School to get through". Kitty walks out of the house with her hand-bag, into the bright sunshine and down the driveway, her ass swinging from side to side in the tiny skirt as she goes.

 In the house Jenny sighs "that girl can be such a bitch sometimes" she thinks to herself. She looks, confused at the chunky metal ring spinning it around to see it's wide girth. "What was Kitty implying" Jenny thinks "of course it's an armband". With curiosity leading her Jenny slides the golden band up, all the way to her upper right arm "hmm, it looks good" she thinks. At that moment the doorbell rings, Jenny jumps up and goes to the front door thinking that it must be Harold back early. Jenny opens the door wide "I'm glad you're ba..." she starts but then realises what she is looking at. Her mouth drops open as her eyes settle on a huge black man, wearing a delivery man's uniform and cap. In the heat the delivery man had removed his uniform shirt and was simply wearing a tight white vest and small shorts. His huge shoulders jutted out of the tight vest, his tree trunk thighs bursting out of his shorts, his massive arms snaking down to a large parcel and his small shorts were stretching to accommodate another package equally as large. "Special Deliv... Got-daymn" The delivery man announced.

 On the side of the road Kitty was walking to the bus stop, her ample cleavage shining in the sunshine and her round ass rolling from side to side. She turned the corner and spotted the School Bus up ahead of her. The doors hissed shut and the big yellow truck trundled off into the distance. "God damn it" she cursed "how the hell am I going to get to School now, I'm not going back home, there is no way I'm sticking around for Mom and Dad's make up" she thought to herself. "plus I've got some guys lined up for today". "Fuck" she cursed again, having her own little tantrum in the street. She suddenly heard the sound of another bus and past her drove the public bus, heading to the same stop. "perfect" she exclaimed as she walked up to the stop. Sshhhhtttfff, the doors opened and Kitty peered in. The big fat black bus driver looked down at her "you getting on or ain't ya?" he queried. Kitty timidly climbed aboard "The High School please" she asked placing money down on the drivers booth. She made her way gingerly up the aisle looking at all the taken seats at the front of the bus the big, fat driver eyeing he curvaceous ass. As she reached the middle of the bus it suddenly jerked forward sending her flying and knocking her hand bag to the floor. Kitty bends down from her waist to pick her bag back up, gravity pushing her big tits up against her vest-top "You can come sit with me girl" a deep voice rumbled. Kitty looks up from her bent down position, the view of her body that she was giving was incredible. Her tits spilling out of her top and her back arched sending her bubble ass up into the air. "Holy shit" the bus-driver mumbles as he spots the opposite view in his mirror of her round ass and tiny thong. Kitty's immediate reaction is to bite her lip at what she sees. The deep voice came from a big, black, muscular thug sitting by himself in the empty second half of the bus. Wearing baggy jeans and vest. This thug looked angry and viscous, his large muscular body covered in tattoos. "You can come sit on this" he growled as he grabbed a large bulge in his baggy pants.

 At the house Jenny signs the electronic device and looks up at the big brute in her doorway. "Oh my god" she says in a teasing voice "I had forgotten this was coming..." she passes back the device "and look what it came with" she smiles up at the delivery man. "Where do you want it Miss?" he asks with a smirk. Jenny smiles naughtily back "come in, you can put it down here" she replies as she points to the hallway table. The hulking man bends down to fit into the house and walks past Jenny, her eyes following his every move. The man puts the box down on the table, as Jenny makes contact with him. Putting her hand on his forearm "where are my manners? You look soooo hot" Jenny states seductively "do you want some juice?". "I sure as hell do" he says as he shuts the door behind him whilst Jenny's hand slides up his arm.

 On the bus An old, white women, sitting at the front is confused by a clear liquid that has begun trickling down under her seat from the back of the bus. The old women looks back, all she sees is the black thug sitting there alone. The thug is still on the back row but is now behind the seat in front shielding Kitty who is crouched between his big legs. From beneath his baggy pants has sprung a huge throbbing cock of which Kitty is doing her best to accommodate in her throat. "yeah, that's it bitch take my dick down your throat" the Thug whispers down to her. Kitty's desperate face looks back up at him "holy shit, he's pushing it so hard down my throat" she thinks to herself as she fingers herself sending a river of her pussy juice onto the bus floor which in turn dribbles towards the front. With both hands Kitty pulls the huge black dick from her mouth, sending a splutter of spit over the edge of the seat. Another bus passenger from the front reacts to the noise, half-turning their head back but then tries to forget they ever heard it. "I want you to force this up my pussy" Kitty whispers to the Thug, a lustful look on her face "right now".

 In the Summer's hallway Jenny is naked, her tiny nightie encircling her feet as she crouches in front of the huge Delivery man. With her hands wrapped on the Delivery man's huge, hanging dick she pulls on it, desperate to get it hard. "Slow down bitch" The Delivery man orders "what's this on your arm?" he asks as her takes hold of her upper arm to examine it. "It's my new arm band" Jenny explains with a smile "do you like it?". The Delivery man laughs "bitch, take that fucking thing off and watch this" he orders. Confused, Jenny complies and slides the armband off "What are you going to do?" she asks. "Now slide that mother fucker up my dick" he commands "you gonna love this". Jenny takes hold of the Delivery man's half-hard cock and pushes the thick, golden ring up and along the shaft. "All the way to the balls bitch" the Delivery man orders as Jenny pushes it all the way to the base of his thick, black cock. Jenny's eyes widen as the huge cock in front of her grows rapidly "Oh shit" she mutters under breath. The fat dick grows, thickens, lengthens and hardens ."Oh my god, it's soo fucking hard and hot" Jenny moans as she tries to squeeze the straining member "the Coach is a genius" she thinks. "Impressive huh?" the Delivery man boasts "You been carrying a cock ring around on that sexy lil' arm of yours" he laughs. Jenny's mouth instinctively opens, mesmerised by the massive dick in her hands "Let's go upstairs, I neeed this in me" she moans "and bring that parcel".

 On the bus Kitty is perched just above the Thug's mighty cock, protected by the back of the chair in front. The Thug grasps her waist, Kitty leans back and whispers top the Thug "I'm soo wet, force the whole thing up inside me". "Sure thing slut" the Thug answers gripping her waist and with a powerful thrust pushes her down to his lap. Kitty's eyes spring open as wide as they will go, both hands accompanied by a big, black one shoot up to her mouth muffling her screams. This time the Driver notices the situation happening on the back seat in the bus mirror. He sniggers to himself and carefully directs the bus into an upcoming pothole. With the whole of the Thug's huge dick in side her the bus's bounce makes it smash in and out of her at an incredible rate. Another scream emanates into the muffling hands as Kitty's eyes roll back into her head. "Fuuucck, I'm cumming so hard" she screams in her mind.

 Back at the house Jenny and the Delivery Man are now in her and Harold's bedroom. The parcel that was delivered is now torn open and the packaging discarded on the floor. Jenny is on all fours on the bed and completely naked. Sweaty and panting "unnggghh fuck" she moans as the big delivery man fucks her from behind. "You ready for your new toy bitch?" the Delivery Man asks as he fucks her. He holds up her newly unwrapped, giant, vibrating dildo. Jenny looks back at the monster dildo. "Oh god yes! Ram it up my ass and turn it to the max!" she shrieks in anticipation. The Delivery Man takes the vibrator and turns the dial at it's base around. The huge shaft goes crazy, buzzing and wobbling like a wild thing. Having trouble handling it the Delivery Man pushes up against Jenny's tight ass hole. "You ready for this?" he asks "Shove it up there" Jenny screams "Ruin my ass!". The Delivery Man shoves the whole thing up her ass as he fucks her pussy "Agghhhhh! Oh. My. God!" Jenny screams "I'm cumming already, it's soo fucking intense". "unngghh" she cries "yeah, take it you freaky bitch" he cries "I want more, fuck me!" she screams. "Oh my god, both him and that thing up my ass must each be nearly as big as Principal Long and I want more! What is wrong with me!" Jenny thinks to herself.

 Todd walks along the street with his friends to start a new day at Coxville High. "Yo bruh, have you checked out that new cover teacher, Mrs Blackwood?" one of Todd's friends ask "dude, she is so hot, I bet she would let me bang her" another chimes in "shit yeah, she looks kind of like Kitty's Mom" another adds. "Shit guys" Todd cries "I told you not to talk about that whore, fuck.". The group of white boys all turn their heads as a bus drives past, their faces dropping. Through the window, on the back seat was Kitty riding a huge, black Thug's massive dick. Todd's face turns even whiter "fuck!" he mumbles looking absolutely devastated.

 Kitty continues to ride the bus for a couple of blocks trying her best to be as quiet as possible until she notices the building up ahead at the end of the road. "Oh shit, my stop's coming up, we have to finish up, I've got another one of you niggers waiting for me in the dugouts" she whispers. "Bitch, you ain't going nowhere until I've cum" the Thug explained with a quiet growl. "Fine" Kitty agreed and with that she started bucking up and down on the Thug as fast as she could. "Oh my fucking god" Kitty wheezed quietly through gritted teeth as she started cumming "cum inside my pussy!" The Thug, unable to take it any longer grabs her forcefully by the waist and forces her back down on his lap and pumps his huge load up into her womb. Kitty squeaks as hot cum spurted out from her stretched pussy over the seat beneath her.

 The bus drove off leaving Kitty standing outside her School sweaty, dishevelled and cum pouring down her legs. "That was like, the best start to the day" she thought to herself with a smile on her face.

 In Jenny's bedroom, she was till getting pounded by the huge black man and the giant dildo. "Oh my god! I'm fucking cumming soo fucking hard!" she shrieks as the Delivery man shoots a huge load up her pussy "oh shit" he moans. The two settle to catch their breath, cum spilling over the bed sheets. "I've lost count how many times you have made me cum" Jenny explains as the Delivery Man pulls out the monster dildo. He then pushes a finger into her ass "mmmm" Jenny moans. The man's face changes to shock as he looks down at his finger "Damn girl, that's a tight grip. How the hell do you keep that up?". Jenny looks back at him, giving him a naughty look "With all the Niggers I fuck, I gotta keep myself in check" she states proudly. The delivery man's mouth is hanging open, his gaze fixed on the door. Jenny turns back, Harold is standing there in the doorway his face white as a ghost. The still sight of his wife butt naked, glistening in sweat with a muscled black stud impaling her with his giant cock. The Delivery Man puts his hands in the air, in one the monster dildo, still vibrating and covered in Harold's wife's ass juice. "Not again" Jenny sighs.

   The next day

   Harold marches through the corridors of Coxville High.

 In her office Jenny is sucking down the entirety of Principal Long's monster cock yet again. "Damn girl, good thing you got your ass in today, I could have done with busting a nut in yo pussy yesterday as well" The Principal tells her.

 Harold keeps marching, a look of frustrated anger tightened on his dumpy white face. He passes a supply cupboard.

 In the supplies cupboard Kitty is being double fucked by the two Janitors again "unnghh, unnghh, fuck me" she yelps.

 Harold marches up to a door and burst into a room. There is his wife with an 18 inch black cock down her throat. "oh shit" the Principal cries, jumping to the sudden intrusion. Jenny doesn't do anything but look at her little angry husband. Harold's silly face boils in anger.

After catching his beautiful, blonde, shapely wife getting screwed by a big, black man not once but three times Harold Summers had decided to take action. The most recent occasion in which he had found his wife partaking in adulterous behaviour with a black man was on the Coxville High Campus. His wife had every single one of the Principal's 18 inch long cock down her slut throat and was loving it. This altercation had left Harold angry and in the heat of the moment his face had twisted into a doughy mess of spitting venom....

 Harold sits in the Courtroom, the same angry face twists off his head. His equally puny white prosecuting lawyer standing by his side, protecting him. "...and that is how the defendant has put my client through hell these past few weeks and who knows how much longer it has been going on behind his back." the lawyer yells to the Courtroom. "Objection your Honor, this is mere speculation and has no basis in truth" Jenny Summer's big, black defence lawyer cries out as he stands in the courtroom. "Objection sustained, the prosecution cannot make wild accusations until evidence is displayed..." The Judge explains. The Judge waves his hammer at the weedy prosecuting lawyer attached to it his huge, dark black hand which joined a gigantic arm that disappeared under a heavily disguising black gown. A big, bearded, menacing face jutting out the top scowling down at the ants beneath him.

 Jenny is sitting beside her lawyer and wearing an unbelievably revealing purple dress and showing off her new 'arm band' that the Coach gave to her. She reaches up and takes hold of her defence lawyer, his big frame stretching his suit. She tugs on his arm and he follows back down to his seat. Jenny ignores the ramblings of the prosecution "I'm soo glad I have you on my side" Jenny tells her lawyer adorably "Have I shown my full appreciation yet?" she asks fluttering her cat-like eyes. "I think you have Mrs Summers" He answers with a smirk "You've shown me everyday this week, but you know I can always be shown some more". With a naughty smile on her face Jenny slides her hand under the table and onto her Lawyer's crotch "I'm soo fucking horny".

 Kitty Summers is sitting in an aisle of the Courtroom uninterested as to the proceedings of the courtroom. With her feet up against the bench in front of her, her shapely uncovered legs are on full display. The tiny green dress does nothing to hide her tiny pink thong barely covering her tight, little pussy. Her big, firm, unsupported breasts barely contained within the extremely low cut, blue top look perfect. Kitty's arm is now also adorned with an band but unlike her mother's golden one hers is solid pink plastic, as pink as her lips and the shiny lolly pop she is swirling around in her mouth. Distracted from the court case Kitty's eyes make a journey around the room playing the game of 'spot the big black man'. "I wonder if there are any potential studs around" she thinks. She noticing a couple of hot, black men "nice" she thinks to herself as she sucks hard on her lollypop making a big "pop" sound. She spots one of the bailiffs turn his head disapprovingly towards her, reacting to the noise. Kitty pouts at the young, athletic, black bailiff blowing him a kiss. The bailiff raises his eyebrow at her with a smile, intrigued by her flirtatious actions. "mmm, he is top on my list" Kitty thinks to herself picturing his big dick. Her concentration is suddenly broken by the sound of the court room door opening and closing and a very large shadow passing over her. Kitty's eyes follow the figure, her mouth open, her lolly pop hanging out. As the massive presence turns to enter an aisle Kitty gets a full look. Standing up ahead of her was the biggest black man she had ever seen. The giant must have been approaching 7 foot tall and his muscles fought against his basic hoody and track pants Kitty could tell that his muscular development put the Coach to shame. "oh my fucking god this mother fucker is gigantic" she thinks to herself, gasping.

 "mmmmnn" Jenny moans as she gropes her Lawyers expanding crotch "oooh fuck you're big" Jenny pants "I want to suck your dick right here, right now" she whispers "hmmmnn I'm getting so excited". "Well all I'm going to do is to be sitting here going through the case" The Lawyer replies slyly as he picks up an A4 folder of notes and papers placing it down on the table so to make it stand vertically. Jenny looks mischievously at the newly formed cover and then back under the table "mmm, this is soo naughty, I can't believe I'm doing this in the middle of court" she whispers as she unzips his suit pants. "I'm getting so turned on" she moans as she reaches in to the Lawyer's pants and fishes around for his growing black cock. "That's it bitch jerk that dick" the Lawyer orders in a whisper as Jenny brings out his huge cock under the safety of the newly erected folder. "mmm, it's so thick and hard" she moans as she starts beating the Lawyer off with both of her hands at a quickening pace.

 The giant, black man is sitting and watching Jenny pulling off her Lawyer, he has the perfect angle to get a glimpse of the action at the Defence's desk. The giant man smirks whilst unbeknownst to him a small shapely girl slips into the empty space beside him. The huge man hears a loud SCHMACK POP and turns his head to see what is now next to him "Daymn, where the hell did this slut come from?" the giant thinks. Kitty is sitting there, her bare, athletic legs gently crossed, her big breasts thrust out towards him, her full lips wrapped around a shiny red lollypop and her big blue eyes wide and fluttering. "Do you want to taste my lollypop mister?" Kitty teases making the big man twist his vast body around to face her. "Baby, you have no idea" the giant's attempt at a whisper rumbles through her. "mmmnn, you're such a big boy" Kitty moans as she leans forward , sliding a hand on to his tree trunk thick thigh "I wonder if you're just as big where it counts?" she teases seductively. The huge man pauses a beat and leans over her tiny body and looks down on her "I'm not big...". For a moment a sense of disappointment washes over Kitty her face dropping "...I'm fucking massive" he continued with a deep chuckle. Kitty quickly perked up biting her lip and squeezing the big man's track pants with both hands, the bench vibrating from his laugh.

 Jenny, still beating off her big, black Lawyer purses her lips "I want this in my throat" she whispers. "Go for it bitch" the Lawyer responds in a hiss. Jenny looks around the room, no one is looking at her, everyone giving their attention to the weedy prosecutor on the opposite side of the room. Her face disappears behind the folder cover "this is sooo naughty" she thinks as she takes the bulbous black head of her Lawyer's cock into her mouth. She takes the trouble to find and fish out the Lawyer's big balls from his unzipped pants as she steadily makes her way down his shaft . The Lawyer's fist clenches as he desperately tries to cover the action by acting as if he is focusing on the case. Jenny's eyes roll back as she bobs up and down on his thick cock, spit splattering all over The Lawyer's crotch and flicking up onto her face "mmmnnn" she moans. "objection your honor!" the Lawyer cries, this time remaining seated as he puts his big hand on the back of Jenny's blonde head and forces the remainder of his cock down her throat. Strings of spit spurt out her well stretched throat, some even shoot out her nose "I'm making such a mess" Jenny thinks to herself. "objection sustained" the Judge bellows at the prosecutor suddenly catching a bit of the show unfolding at the opposite desk. Harold also notices the depraved spectacle and shrieks loudly, pointing just as Jenny brings her Lawyer to climax sending a gush of thick cum shooting out the sides of her well stretched mouth and nose. Nobody looks, instead everybody's eyes fall on the man who screamed like a girl. The Judge, Kitty, the Bailiff, the Giant, Jenny's Lawyer all stare at Harold as if to say "what the fuck was that?" Even his weedy white Lawyer gives him a look of disapproval. Jenny takes her chance to dislodge the big cock from her throat and sit back up, her face a mess with a mix of saliva and gloopy cum. "Order, Order! I will not have unnecessary interruptions in my court room!" the Judge bellows, pointing his hammer angrily at Harold. "I'm calling a two hour recess". Events calm down, everybody proceeds to rise and walk out of the room. The Judge beckons the athletic, black Bailiff over to him. "Bailiff, take Mrs Summers to the toilets to clean herself up, then I want to see her in my chambers". Nodding, the Bailiff turns and approaches Jenny "Please come with me Miss". The Bailiff offers a hand to the still sitting Jenny as she wipes a layer of spit off her chin as her Lawyer fumbles with his cock under the desk.

 Kitty and the Giant are still sitting whilst people walk away around them. Behind them her Mother is being escorted by the black Bailiff out of the Courtroom. Kitty squeezes her tits together with her arms, directing them at the Giant "Do you think I could play with it?" she asks innocently. The Giant rumbles out another chuckle, looking her up and down "baby girl, you are god-damn tiny, I sure as hell don't think you're going to be able to handle what I got". Kitty makes a sad puppy dog face "don't worry I've been with loads of black men and fully resized" she reassures. The Giant's full laugh bursts out, Kitty's face showing signs of frustration. He takes hold of her arm, his hand completely swamping it and drags her in close "bitch, that ain't gonna help you". With those words Kitty stands feigning acceptance to his statement. She turns her back to him and looks back over her shoulder "well I guess we'll never know..." she says seductively. Kitty bends down to pick up her hand bag, arching her back and sending her bubble butt and wet pussy up into his line of vision "... how much all this can take" she continued teasingly making the Giant react with an "oh shiit".

 Jenny and the Bailiff reach the ladies' toilets "Here you go Miss" the Bailiff states as he pushes the ladies door open letting Jenny saunter in "get your self cleaned up, the Judge wants to see you in his chambers", the door shutting behind her. Jenny sways up to the sinks and mirrors, her purple dress squeezing at her body, showing off her amazing curves. She leans up against the mirror as she wipes the remainder of the liquid cocktail off her face. "hmmm, I think I should have some fun here" she thinks as she sucks a dribble of cum off her finger.

 Outside the ladies toilets the Bailiff is standing tall with his arms crossed waiting for Mrs Summers. He hears Jenny's voice drift through the door from inside "Could you help me? I seem to be in a sticky situation". The Bailiff pushes the main toilet door open a crack and peers in "don't worry there's no one else in here" Jenny reassures. The Bailiff makes his way into the small room which is empty, with a knowing smirk he decides to lock the main door behind him. "This fine bitch be playing games with me" the Bailiff thinks "Where are you Miss?" he asks unable to see her. "Oh I'm in a cubicle" she answers "There isn't any toilet paper". The Bailiff puts his hand on the cubicle door and pushes it open, the sight before him is incredible. Jenny is sitting on the toilet, her arms pushing her tits together which are on the verge of spilling out. Her tight, purple dress, hiked up around her waist and her thighs open exposing her sweet looking pussy. "God-damn!" the Bailiff exclaims "oh my god!" Jenny cries in false disapproval. "damn girl that is one hell of a sight" the young bailiff announces not budging from his position. With a wicked look on her face Jenny grabs the Bailiff's belt "well now you've seen mine, I think it only fair I see yours" she says dragging him into the stall, the door swinging back behind him.

 Kitty drags her newly acquired giant black man into the hallway, she spots a sign for toilets and races in that direction. Kitty pushes up against the women's door desperate to get in but it is locked "fuuck" she cries in annoyance. "In here girl" the Giant bellows holding the men's toilet door open "it's empty". Kitty smirks and skips in past the Giant she reaches the sinks and twirls back around to the huge, bulging black man standing in the entrance. Kitty pops the lollypop from her mouth "show me what you've got" she says demandingly. With that the hulk walks up to her, picking her up and placing her up on top of one of the sinks. The Giant then bends far down to Kitty and their mouths meet passionately. "mmmmn, this is soo fucking hot" Kitty thinks as her hands run up under his big hoody. "I want to see your big muscles" Kitty gasps breaking the kiss, she pushes her hands further up under his top exposing huge boulder like abdominals. The giant pulls the rest of his hoody off over his head making Kitty gasp in delight. "oh my god, you are gigantic" she moans as she runs her hands over his bulging, rippling torso. From his chest to his biceps her hands wander, trying her best but failing to make an indent. The black hulk takes a step back leaving Kitty on the sink edge. "You still think you can take what I got in here?" he asks grabbing a massive lump in the leg of his baggy sweat pants. Kitty hops down and approaches him biting her lip, she takes hold of the waist band of his pants and looks up at him. "You promise it's the biggest I've ever had?" she asks, her face twisted with lust. "Bitch, you have no idea" the Giant answers. Kitty sinks to her knees, her grip on the top of the pants tightens as she slowly lowers them down in front of her. Juices drip from her soaked thong on to the toilet floor. The waist band exposes the Giant's tight pubic hair "nice, no underwear to slow me down" she thinks happily her eyes mesmerised by the evolving sight before her. She keeps pulling, exposing the thick base of the Giant's cock. "oh my god" Kitty gasps, the hulk smirks down at her "there's more" he chuckles. Kitty pulls the pants down to just above his big knees "oh. My. Fucking. Gawwwd!!" she squarks as all she could see was incredibly thick, black cock shaft. The hulking giant laughs making the sinks rattle and shake "You're not done yet girl". Kitty yanks the fabric past his knees and an equally thick head bounces out towards her. With both hands now trying to grasp the gigantic black cock Kitty stares open mouthed in shock at the size hanging before her "I never thought that I would find a cock longer than Principal Long's or thicker than that fatboy. Once I get this hard it just might break my record for both" she thinks. "What the fuck are you waiting for bitch?" the Giant growls "you gotta get it hard now".

 The other side of the wall, The Bailiff is topless and has his uniform pants wide open showing off his young, muscled, athletic body. Arching down, out of his trousers his huge cock is wrapped in Jenny's squeezing hands. "mmmn, nice" Jenny comments "but I've got something for you", she removes the golden band from her arm and pushes down over the Bailiff's half-hard cock to his balls. "Shit, look at ma' dick grow" The Bailiff laughs "oh shit, it's getting soo hard" Jenny moans as it jerks to full erection. "This cock ring was such a good idea" Jenny thinks as she engulfs the straining cock head with her hungry mouth. "It's a shame I never got to use it on the Coach" Jenny thinks as she bobs up and down on the raging black cock, slurping on it noisily. "Fucking Harold, ruining my fun" she continues in her mind "I'm going to fuck the Coach so hard when I next see him". "Gotdaymn girl with your tight throat and this mother fucker" the Bailiff cries pointing at the cock ring "I could fucking explode!" he continues as Jenny squeezes his big balls and gets closer to the base of his pulsing cock. "holy shit girl, you got some fucking skills" the Bailiff moans, tilting his head back as Jenny grabs his muscular ass and pushes herself down all the way on to his dick "no wonder your fat little hubby is pissed". Saliva sprays down the Bailiff's thighs as he starts long fucking the blonde slut's throat "shit bitch your throat is tight" the Bailiff moans as he pounds it furiously. Jenny falls back against the toilet, the big cock dislodging from her mouth with a pop and a spray of spit. "That was so fucking hot" she pants, her hair a tangle around her pretty, messy face "now I want you to do that to my pussy!"

 The other side of the wall, in the men's toilets Kitty, still on her knees slides the pink, thick plastic band off her arm. She holds it up to the giant's humongous cock which is still hanging in front of her. "I wonder if I could get this to fit?" she asks with a giggle "bitch, you ARE asking for trouble aren't you?" the Giant chuckles. Kitty attempts to push the band over the end of the long fat cock but to no prevail. She places the ring in her teeth and dives her hand down over her boiling thong covered pussy "this will help" she explains, wiping her slick juices all over the monstrous dong. "Shit girl, you better be quick" the Giant bellowed "watching your sexy little body is going to get me hard before you can get that thing on". Kitty pushes the band over the fat dick, it slowly slides down "yesss, it's working" she moans watching the ring ascend up the long curve. "push it girl" the Giant demands, Kitty is forced to use both hands to finish the process off. With one hand pushing the band and the other pulling the thick shaft through Kitty finally manages to reach the thick base. Kitty sighs, wiping the back of her hand over her forehead in relief, leaving a trail of her pussy juice behind. "Slut, you, have no idea what you've just done" the huge hulking black giant growls giving a mean look down to the sexy little slut on the toilet floor beneath him. Kitty watches, her face being overrun by complete disbelief, the shadow of the huge cock growing over her face and the wall behind her. Her mouth nearly scraping the floor, Kitty stares at the goliath before her now arching up to the ceiling. Truly Kitty had a challenge ahead of her, the massive cock was bulging and straining, thicker and longer than anything she had ever experienced before. Veins winding all over, bulging as thick as fingers, the over inflated head ballooning from the end. "fuck" Kitty breaths quietly still riddled with shock, her fingers by default reaching for her sodden pussy. The massive man standing above her, his huge muscles bulging and rippling, his unbelievable monster quivering over her face "You ready for this?" he asks.

 In the Women's toilet stall the Bailiff is sitting. With one hand on his big shoulder and one wrapped around his straining cock Jenny stands above him naked, her dress now hanging over the cubicle door. "mmmmn, this cock ring makes all your dicks so much thicker and harder" Jenny moans, poised with her pussy lips scraping the big tip of the Bailiff's cock. The Bailiff's hands wander Jenny's thighs "come on baby, you ready to ride ma' shit?". No more encouragement needed, Jenny lowers herself down onto the fat cock "oh shit, yes" she moans. "I never get used to this, I just fucking love big, black cocks" Jenny thinks to herself as the cock slowly disappears.

 "Damn bitch, you are for real, shit" The Bailiff exclaims Jenny reaches his lap and takes a moment as she perches on the Bailiffs' big thighs, she runs her hands over her stomach, tilts her head back and shuts her eyes "oh my god, I really don't care about anything else other than getting fucked" she thinks to herself "Harold can go fuck himself, I've got all these fucking Niggers". With that Jenny turns her attention back to the Bailiff beneath her, she takes hold of his head and looks him straight in the eye. "Fuck me hard" she commands with a desperate face. "Yes Ma'am" The Bailiff answers, slapping his palms down onto her round ass and digging his big fingers in to her soft flesh. Jenny starts bucking as the Bailiff puts his strength into lifting her up and down on his dick. "Oh yess, that's it. Fuck me like a whore" Jenny moans as the pace quickens "ride that dick, bitch" the Bailiff growls as he pushes his hips up to meet the rhythm.

 Through the wall, Kitty has had to stand up to get closer to the biggest, black cock she has ever come across. With her hands wrapped tightly around the monster member she pumps them up and down along the spanning length. "And I thought Samson was big, I guess he's only about average for a nigger compared to this fucker" Kitty thinks to herself, astonished. "What do you reckon, bitch? Was I lying?" The Giant asks, still finding the situation amusing. "I can't believe this thing is real" Kitty answered, still in shock "it's a fucking monster" the speed oh her hands increasing "It's fucking beautiful". Kitty looks up along the expansive shaft and into the eyes of gigantic man "You have to fuck me with it" she groans her shock dissolving into lust, her face turning animal. "Like, neither of us are leaving until this fucking monster is buried inside me". "well you better get to it you stupid little bitch" The giant smirks. Kitty pulls the monster to her mouth, she takes the tip in and gives a strong suck "fuck, it's thick" she thinks as the stretched mushroom pops back out. "Lie down for me you big mother fucker, I've got a great idea" Kitty explains. "I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me you little slut" the Giant rumbled, chuckling as he made his way to the floor. As the back of the Giant's head touches the floor a sopping thong lands on his face. Between the thin strings of material the Giant can see Kitty standing above him, her feet either side of his head. "In a couple of minutes you're going to eat your words, you bastard" Kitty spoke challengingly as she knelt down on top of him "but for now you can eat this". With that Kitty sat on the Giant's face allowing his mouth access to her sweet little pussy her hands reaching out for his bent knees. "yearrr, that shut you up now didn't it" Kitty growled through clenched teeth as his thick tongue entered her sending her back into an arch. As Kitty grabbed the massive, swaying cock now in front of her the Giant grabbed her bubble ass and forced her pussy down tighter on his face. With her eyes half shut in ecstasy Kitty lined the monster with her face "I have to do this" she thinks "I want this mother fucker soo bad" she moans out loud. Kitty starts again and forces the humongous dick into her mouth, she sucks it down following the it's arch down to it's huge balls. "Yes, it's working" Kitty thinks as she moans, her pussy juices splashing over the Giants face and chin. More and more cock slides in to her throat "fucking hell my throat feels so stretched" Kitty thinks, a expression of pain appearing on her face. Kitty bobs her head up and down on the goliath "I can't take any more down" she thinks "it's so fucking massive". Just then the Giant grabs at the back of her head, wrapping it with one huge hand and pushes whilst bucking his hips up from the ground. "Fuuuck" Kitty screams in her mind, her eyes widen as more of his colossal shaft slides tightly into her gullet.

 The other side of the wall, Jenny is going wild on the Bailiff's lap. Now spun around, her arms out grasping anything around and clawing at he walls. "fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my pussy" she screams bouncing rapidly up and down on the Bailiffs huge, hard dick. "Take that dick bitch" he commands whilst meeting her thrusts with his own hips arching up from the toilet seat. Jenny smacks her hands against the stall door as the Bailiff hammers his cock home, from outside the stalls and the door shake noisily and vigorously. Inside the Bailiff picks Jenny up, his arms wrapping around her waist "You love ma' fucking dick dontcha, you dumb bitch" he moans. "Yesss, fuck me stupid you dirty fucking nigger" she screams, leaning back against his solid body and reaching back to grasp his head. With Jenny's weight fully off the ground and her feet curling around his muscular legs the Bailiff uses his powerful strength to piston his dick faster into her tight little body. With Jenny's big tits bouncing in front of her the speed of the Bailiff's dick increases "oh fuck yes harder! I'm going to cum!" she yelps. The Bailiff takes hold of her thighs and fucks Jenny as hard as possible, his dick and her tits becoming a blur of movement "shit bitch I'm gonna cum" he shouts. "Shit yes, cum inside me" she screams "fill my womb with cum" her head falls back over the Bailiff's shoulder "I'm cumming" she creams. "Take it bitch" the Bailiff cries as he clenches up and slams his dick all the way into her "Take my cum". Jenny screams and the Bailiff moans as he proceeds to fill her pussy to the brim with his powerful seed. Cum bursts from Jenny's stretched pussy around the sides of the Bailiff's fat cock "yeeesss" Jenny moans "I can feel it, it's soo hot inside me". As the pair calm down after their intense climaxes they stay in position panting to get their breaths back. Jenny turns her head to the big, black man "Kiss me nigger" she commands. The Bailiff obeys connecting his lips with hers, they kiss passionately in a sweaty, knotted mess. Jenny breaks the embrace and pulls her head back "now fuck me in the ass".

 In the Men's toilets Kitty is still straddling the Giant's face with his gigantic dick down her throat. With one of his hands pushing her round ass forcefully down on his face and the other wrapped around her ponytail he pushes down on Kitty's head, forcing her onto his massive cock. "He's in my fucking stomach" Kitty screams to herself "Oh god this is soo fucking hot and his tongue is going wild, oh god, oh god I think I'm going to cum". Kitty moans loudly, her pussy splashing all over the hulks face in orgasm. In her excitement her hands work furiously on the part of the huge shaft that is not fucking her throat, she starts feeling the mighty cock bucking and the Giant's body shake. "Shit, he's going to blow. I need to get it out my throat or he'll fucking kill me!" she thinks. "Too late!" her eyes pop open as cum starts blasting down her throat as she pulls out the gigantic cock shaft. A deep rumble moan comes from beneath Kitty's pussy as the Giant cums in her mouth but never does he stop fucking the little girl with his big, thick, agile tongue. Kitty manages to get the dick out in the open, cum bursting out of her mouth as she does "holy shit, there's so much" she thinks. Kitty coughs and splutters as blasts of cum cum splash all over her face and tits, drenching her. She leans back, sitting straight up on top of the Giant's head, her body shakes "oh fuck your tongue is good" she screams "I'm cumming again!".

 In the Women's toilets Jenny is standing in front of her black stud thrusting her hands up and down his thick cock. "mmmmnn, you didn't even go soft" she moans "this cock ring is perfect". Jenny spins around and pushes her ass back against the raging dick "now fuck my ass hard".

 In the Men's the Giant has picked up Kitty, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck "I told you I was good, didn't I?" she moans, sliding her pussy up and down the still hard shaft beneath her. "Girl, you did the best anyone's ever done" The Giant agrees "You have a fucking gift" he chuckles deeply "Now, you ready for me to ruin your pussy?". Kitty reacts feverishly to his suggestion, "oh my fucking gawd, you have to force as much as you can inside me and fuck me as hard as possibly" she moans, biting her bottom lip. "Don't worry bitch I'm going to fuck you up" the Giant reassures "now, why don't you get down and strip the rest of that little outfit off for me". Kitty complies and slides down to the floor, she takes a few steps away and spins back to face him standing near to the wall, between two urinals. "Don't you like what I'm wearing?" Kitty asks teasingly. "Bitch, you the fucking sexiest piece of tiny white ass that I eva' did see" the Giant answers "but those clothes of yours are going to get messed up" he continues with a deep chuckle. Keeping her eyes on the huge hulk Kitty slides the shoulders of her top down letting her top fall to her waist, fully exposing her beautifully round tits. "Like what you see?" she asks "bitch, you are so fucking hot, I'm going to give you the fuck of your life" he growls back. Kitty twists around and hooks her thumbs under both her gathered top and the waistline of her mini skirt. As her thumbs descend, her back arches as she bends to the floor the tight ensemble being forced over her round, bulbous ass. As her ass pops free a huge hand lands on one of the urinals beside her. Kitty's eyes dart to it in surprise and then the urinal the opposite side as another meaty hand lands on that as well.

 In the Women's Jenny leans forward against the stall wall, she arches her back and points her ass back towards the Bailiff "push it up my ass" she moans.

 In the Men's the colossal cock lands on Kitty's arched back with a THUD as she pushes up against the toilet wall "oh my god, I'm so excited" she moans "ram it up my pussy".

 In the Women's the Bailiff takes hold of Jenny's hips "you better hold on to something bitch" he growls.

 In the Men's the Giant takes hold of Kitty's round ass and positions his massive dick at her leaking pussy "this is it bitch, no turning back now" he grumbles meanly.

 The Bailiff bucks his hips back for momentum.

 The Giant does the same.

 Jenny's face pushes up against the toilet wall.

 Kitty's face pushes up against the toilet wall.

 The two Summers girls both scream.

"...and that is how the defendant has put my client through hell these past few weeks and who knows how much longer it has been going on behind his back" Larry Small, the small, weedy, white lawyer announces to the courtroom. Larry Small was at the Coxville Courthouse, he was Harold Summers' lawyer and was helping his friend and client fight a case against his adulterous wife.

 Larry walked the corridor, a can of soda in his hand. He looked down the hall at his small, dumpy client. Harold was sitting alone on a bench, unwrapping his prepared lunch, a sandwich and a banana. "You poor bastard" Larry thinks "that bitch has really fucked you over". He guzzles the last of his soda and throws the can into the nearest bin. Larry presses his skinny thighs together "that soda went right through me" he thinks "shit I need to take a piss". Knowing the location of the rest rooms Larry walks the corridors to them. As he approaches the Men's he spots his client's wife sauntering into the Ladies', a large black Bailiff waiting for her outside. "I'm not surprised most of the town has been fucking her, she is unbelievable" Larry thinks "but black men can't be that much bigger, I wonder if I could get a chance to fuck her after they divorce". Larry catches a glare from the Bailiff in the realisation that he was gawking at Mrs Summers. The intimidation of the black Bailiff is enough to send Larry on his way through the men's toilet door. Inside, he finds the nearest toilet cubicle, shuffles his trousers down and sits on the toilet. Larry suddenly hears the sound of the main toilet door opening "In here girl, it's empty" he hears. Just before he can react and correct the deep voice through the stall wall he hears a second person enter the toilets. Larry hears a young, sweet female voice "show me what you've got". With that he makes the decision to lean down in an attempt to see what is going on. From beneath the stall wall he spies two sets of feet; one small and female the other large and male. "Oh shit I'm trapped" Larry thinks in a panic "it's too late to try and leave now". He raises his feet to the bowl so that he is not seen and clings to the toilet ring for balance "I hope they won't be long".

 "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me!" Jenny Summers shouts at the top of her lungs as the large, muscular young Bailiff pounds his rock hard cock in and out of her round bouncing ass. Pressed up against the toilet stall wall Jenny arches her back up against the large, black invader. "Holy shit bitch, you have such a tight, white ass" the Bailiff moans "I don't think I can hold on for much longer". "Cum in my fucking ass!" Jenny shrieks as she bucks back against the Bailiff's increasing pace. With her hands firmly clamped on the white toilet system the Bailiff's force makes her legs rise up off the floor as he pummels her harder. "Oh fuck, you're making me cum!" Jenny squeals as she clamps her legs around the Bailiff's big, round ass. ""Oh shiit, here it comes bitch" The Bailiff shouts as he digs his hands into her flesh and slams himself to the hilt ""I'm gonna fill you up!". "Oh my god, it's burning my insides" Jenny moans as hot cum begins to pour deep into her ass. "Bitch you were made to be filled with Nigga seed" the Bailiff sighs as events calm. A naughty look falls over Jenny's face "I'm a whore for Nigger cock and that is all I want in life" she thinks to her self, cum pouring out of her over-stretched asshole on to the toilet beneath her.

 In the men's toilet an eye peeks through the wonky gap of a toilet cubicle. "Jesus christ" Larry thinks as he views the incredible sight unravelling the other side of the metal door. A massive black hand grips the pipe that leads into one of the Men's toilet urinals, another grips the next one along on the wall. The power behind the grip making the pipes vibrate and the decaying wall shed a layer of dust. Kitty's face is twisted in pain. Her hands wrap around the forearms attached to the huge, black hands, her fingers digging in to the solid flesh. "UNNNNGGHH!" she screams, finally taking a breath. She looks back over her shoulder to see the massive, black giant of a man hulking over her gritting his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow. Kitty looks down to her shiny, round ass which is pointed as high as possible "Is it unngghhh..." she moans "...is it in yeeet? Ooooohhh". "Nearly there you fucking slut" The giant man answered "you are so fucking tight". "PUUUSH!" Kitty demands "puuush iiit iiin mmeeee". "Urgghh, take. My. Dick" the Giant bellows putting more of his huge strength into the invasion. "FUUUURRRCK!" Kitty screams with all the air in her lungs "I'm fucking cumming". The ballooning mushroom head bursts into her boiling hot, soaking wet pussy. "Yeah bitch take ma' shit" the Giant growls leaning over to her ear. Panting like a dog Kitty reaches up and wraps her arm around his smooth head keeping him securely close to her. "seee, I..." Kitty moans sweating and panting "...I told you unnngghh, I told you I could do it". "Bitch, you are one amazing little slut" the huge man responds. "Now I want mooorre" Kitty demands.

 In the ladies' toilet Jenny wipes a portion of the steamed up mirror to see herself to re-apply her make up. "mmmn, I look so good" she thinks to herself as she fixes her face and perfects her cat eyes. She adjusts her huge breasts in her tight, purple dress and admires her shining armband back in place on her upper arm "I'm missing something" she thinks to herself. Jenny bends over sending her bubble ass high into the sky, she scans the floor along the cubicles. "Looking for these?" the Bailiff asks holding up her tiny, stained knickers. Jenny looks up at him with a naughty look on her face "oh, there they are" she says smiling as she stands up tall. Jenny walks up to the muscular, now fully dressed Bailiff "I'll take those" she says reaching out. "I don't think so" the Bailiff responded mischievously "I'll keep hold of these" he says stuffing them into his back pocket "it's not as if you'll be needing them". With a smirk the Bailiff walks past her and towards the toilet exit, unlocking the door. "Time to meet the Judge".

 In the Men's toilet Kitty and the Giant have changed their positions. Now with her back to the nearest metal stall wall and her legs wrapped around the Giant's body Kitty is slowly sliding down the gigantic black trunk wedged between her small, shapely legs. "Oh my god, you're ripping me apart!" she cries as she bounces up and down the thick shaft. With his hands grasping the top of the stall wall for support the Giant thrusts slowly but powerfully in and out of her soaking pussy. "Ahhhh yeeaaah" Kitty moans scraping her nails down the broad chest before her ."How much have I taken?" she asks "it feels like there is soo much inside me". "Baby, you only got about 8 inches of meat up inside you" the Giant hissed "you're not even half way". Hearing this Kitty rolls her eyes in lust "oh my god, I love how big you are" she moans "push harder, I want more!". "You got it girl" the huge man responds "here you go". With Kitty's legs wrapping around his waist he takes a firm hold of the stall wall and slams his monster cock over half way up her pussy. "Unnnrrgh yeah, that's it, that's what I want" Kitty moans loudly as her arms fly up above her head joining his at the top of the stall wall. "You're stretching my fucking womb!" Kitty shrieks as she bucks back against the huge cock "I love black cock, I love how fucking big they are!". Inside the stall the horrified lawyer still clings to the mouldy toilet. Larry looks disappointedly down at his crotch as he hears Kitty scream "White guys are sooo fucking small unnngghh you're making me cum" the metal stall wall bends in, encroaching on his space.

 Jenny walks confidently down the Courthouse's corridor, the Bailiff following close behind. "mmmmn and I was worried that today would be boring but going through a divorce is fun" Jenny smiles to herself as her round ass swings from side to side.

 Out of a courtroom door walks a big, bad thug along with two other equally large gang members. Laughing between themselves "Yo dawg, the dude totally bought it" one of the thugs sniggers to their leader. "Shit yeah he did, dumb cracka" the Thug laughed "Yo, who got da stuff?" he asks "I think we in due for a lil celebration". All three suddenly stop in their tracks as Jenny Summers struts past "shit lady" one of them hollers "you got some swing on dose hips, I think I'm bout to take you back to ma crib". Jenny looks back giving the group a seductive smile "mmm shit I have got my pick today, this place is like a damn candy shop" she thinks as she disappears into the distance. Jenny and the Bailiff walk straight past Harold still sitting on the corridor bench slowly making his way through his sandwich. Jenny's naughty expression changes, giving her husband an unsympathetic look as she marches right past him "pathetic little man" she thinks evilly "I'll show him for ruining my fun". Harold sinks even lower, the beginnings of tears shining in his eyes as they pass. As a final blow before the two turn a corner , Harold notices his wife's knickers hanging out of the large, black Bailiff's back pocket, his mouth hangs open in disbelief at his wife's insatiable appetite. Jenny and the Bailiff reach the Judge's chamber door 'Judge Johnson' spelled out boldly upon it. "Mmmm, I hope the judge is extra big, I feel like I need a good stretching" Jenny thinks giving the Bailiff a naughty look. "Here we are Ma'am" the Bailiff announces kncoking his fist against the big wooden door "you ready?"

 In the Men's toilet Kitty is clinging to one of the dank sinks, with one leg trying desperately to anchor to the ground the other is in the huge Giant man's hand allowing as much access to her tight pussy as possible. "Oh fuck yeah, unngh harder you massive fucking nigger!" Kitty screams as the Giant pumps his humongous dick as fast as he can in and out of her over stretched pussy. Larry the lawyer, unable to ignore the heated fuck session happening only feet away from him has gingerly climbed atop the smelly toilet and has found a safe spot to peek over the metal stall wall to get a glimpse at the amazing sight. "Shit, you are one tight piece of bitch meat" the Giant bellows as he uses every one of his huge, straining muscles to smash the shit out of the young girl in his grasp. Kitty was full and she knew it, there was still a generous amount of shaft sticking out of her and she knew that there was no way of pushing it in. She also knew that she had never been so full of cock from one guy. "oh god, unnghh I can't... uunngghh, I can't stop cumming!" she cries "ooohhh you are fucking incredible unnghh". With the Giant's massive ball sack smashing her supporting leg Kitty moans and cries more than ever. "I am so full unngghh" she screams "ungghh you've... unnggh you've filled me up, I don't unnngh... I don't think I can take any more!". "You better think again bitch" a booming voice announces. In shock Kitty's eyes dart to the toilet entrance, engulfing her vision a group of large, black intimidating thugs. Larry's little face disappears down into the stall in fear. "We about to make this a party" The thug sneered, his gang all agreeing "You think you're full now slut, that shit ain't nuffin to what we gonna do to ya"

 Jenny walks up to the Judge's desk trying to contain her excitement of being alone in the big, black man's room. "You wanted to see me your Honor?" she asks. "Ah yes, Mrs Summers" the Judge answers his big chair facing away from her, his big black hands just visible, full of papers. "That was quite a performance you gave in my courtroom just now" he states in his powerfully deep baritone voice. The judge slowly twists the big chair around to face the blonde bombshell. "I don't know what you mean" Jenny lies. The Judge looks menacingly at her over his reading glasses "You know from what I saw of you this afternoon you shouldn't be getting a cent out of your husband". "What!?" Jenny cries angrily "that's not fair, I... I...". "Please Mrs Summers take a seat" The big bearded black man orders rising from his chair, his long dark robes swaying as he moved. "Please your Honor" Jenny pleads as she sits down into a leather bound chair "you can't do that to me, I need to be able to support myself". The Judge walks around his desk and sits against it next to the desperate blonde. "Please Mrs Summers, calm yourself" the Judge soothes "any average Judge would give everything to your high pitched husband after what you did to his poor, pathetic life". "However" he continued "I can see that you have a problem Mrs Summers, an addiction that is beyond your control and you see Mrs Summers I am not average" the Judge smirks. Jenny's interests rise at the suggestiveness, one eyebrow rising in curiosity "far beyond that and I think that I can help you with your problem" The Judge informs her suggestively. Jenny snaps out of her panic realising that the Judge's cloth covered crotch is now facing her "I wonder what he's got hiding in there" she thinks "it's the perfect place to hide a monster". The Judge rises to his feet once more and walks back around to his side of the desk, Jenny's face following his crotch, disappointed in it's absence. "Mrs Summers, I have here a list of allegations your husband has brought against you" The Judge states, picking up a piece of paper from atop a box labelled 'evidence' "perhaps we should go through these allegations to see whether there is any truth behind them". "I... I..." stutters Jenny slightly perplexed by the events unfolding. The Judge makes his way back to spot against the desk in front of Jenny. "Let's start with this one Mrs Summers" The Judge begins "according to your husband he caught you in a sexual act with your employer, Principal Long of Coxville High School". Jenny's eyes dart back to the robe covered crotch of the Judge, she could have sworn that it had twitched "Shit, is he getting off on this?" she asks herself. "He states that you had managed to engulf the entirety of the Principal's penis in your mouth" the Judge continues. Jenny stares at the now rising bulge coming from under the Judge's robe, her eyes bugging out as the size kept increased "jeez, he's pretty big" she thinks. "...he states that the Principal's penis was roughly the size of his arm" The Judge finishes. Jenny gawks at the now massive lump beneath the Judge's robe "Oh my gawd" she whispers. "I'm sorry, did something distract you Mrs Summers?" the Judge asks putting down the paper and looking down at the mesmerised blonde. "I imagine to have a penis the size of an arm is quite a physical achievement" the Judge comments "wouldn't you agree Mrs Summers?". By this point Jenny's mouth is hanging open as the colossal, cloth covered tube starts rising towards her face. "holy shii..." Jenny gasped as the leviathan kept growing "...is it real?" she asked breathless with excitement. "Why don't you take a look you white slut" the Judge bellowed his demeanour turning nasty. Jenny reacts to his change in tone with a sly face. Biting her bottom lip she gently pinches a fold of cloth from atop the growing pole. Carefully she lifts the cloth away and reveals the massive, blunt tip of a truly mammoth, black cock. "Oh my gawd" Jenny gasps "this is fucking crazy, you are gigantic!". "Now I do believe it's time to show me exactly what your husband caught you doing." The Judge smirked.

 In the Men's toilet Kitty is standing in front of a gang of thugs, bent over with her pussy being smashed by a huge cock. She looks up at the gang leader "You are one dirty slut bitch" the leader growls "I knew it when I fucked you on that bus, now you gonna take me again and ma boys". "mmmn yeah" Kitty moans whilst pushing back against her Giant's monster dick "I want to suck your fucking dick". A string of hoots and hollers follows from the gang as the thug leader from the bus fishes out his growing dick. "I'm in so much trouble" Kitty thinks as she reaches out for the big, black dick in front of her "These niggers aren't going to stop until they've filled up every one of my holes, I hope I can take it". The thug pushes forward into Kitty's open mouth whilst the rest of his gang free their equally large cocks. "You love getting fucked by niggers don't you girl?" the Thug growled down to her as his big dick slid down her throat "mmmm hhmmmm" Kitty responded enthusiastically. "What's up Nigga?" the Thug asks, looking up at the Giant .The two black men bump fists over the poor little blonde girl between them. "You up for fucking this silly bitch up?" the Thug asks. "Let's destroy this bitch" the Giant sniggers in response causing another set of whoops from the rest of the gang who have now circled Kitty, dicks in hand. With the Giant pounding her pussy and the Bus Thug now fucking her throat Kitty couldn't help but cum again, moaning loudly as she reached out to grab the other thugs big arching cocks. "Oh god, this is so hot" Kitty thinks to herself "I'm going to make sure they fill me up with their hot cum". Larry the Lawyer meanwhile builds up the courage to peek over the top of his stall to catch the latest instalment of the hot show "oh my gosh, how can that small girl take so much?" he asks himself.

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny is getting to work on the Judge's monstrous, black cock, her dress now pushed down to her waist. With both hands wrapped around the tremendously thick shaft and her mouth bobbing up and down on the huge crown. "I can't get over how big you are" Jenny moans between slurps "I don't know how I'm going to fit you inside me!". "Let's just say this bitch, the more you can take of ma fucking dick the more money I will squeeze out of your pathetic husband in that Courtroom". Jenny's eyes light up at the new incentive, a look of determination fills her face. Jenny squeezes the monster cock "by the time you've finished with me, I'll have earned everything that fat little man owns" Jenny states in an evil confidence. Jenny grabs both of the Judge's grapefruit sized balls and forces half of his massive cock down her tight throat with a determined force. "Oh yeah, that's it bitch" the Judge cries grabbing the back of her head "keep that shit up". "Oh god!" Jenny screams in her mind "This dick is sooo fucking big!". Jenny moans loudly as she squeezes and rolls the Judge's huge balls as he fucks her throat. "Gawwd, he's so big, I can't wait 'til he fills me up to bursting with his thick cum" Jenny moans in her mind "there must be soo fucking much in these huge balls". Jenny pulls back with a SCHHHLURP, letting the gigantic monster escape her throat and mouth sending a spray of saliva into the air and her hair cascading behind her. Taking a desperate gasp of air Jenny takes hold of the raging monster and pushes the slimy shaft between her huge white tits. "Oh yeah, fuck my tits" Jenny moans squeezing her big fat breasts around the burning tube of flesh "fuck them hard!". The Judge obeys and lifts off of the desk putting his weight down onto his bent legs. "Bitch, your tits are so fucking big and sexy" the Judge bellows as he power fucks them, his gigantic balls smacking against her bare stomach "you are a perfect white whore". Smacks and Slaps rings out as the Judge's balls bang against Jenny's small, toned body as his powerful hands press her big tits around his mighty shaft. "This is so fucking hot, pound my tits" Jenny thought feverishly to herself as she slurps her tongue around the bobbing cock head, the Judge quickening his pace "I can't believe I used to have sex with a white man, let alone Harold".

 In the Men's toilets Kitty's Giant has been lain out on the tiled floor. "OH GOD!" Kitty shrieks as she lowers herself down the Giant's monstrous cock "yessss, soo big!". Kitty grips the bulging abdominals of her black giant as the thugs line up in front of her. "Now, lil' girl slut" the Bus Thug barks "you're gonna take every one of ma boys. Dey bin busy this week and are in line for a reward" he chuckles. Kitty picks her first customer and sucks his dick down her hot, wet throat moaning loudly. "Shit, this lil woman may have the tightest fuckin' throat I eva' felt" the thug moans in satisfaction "I'm gonna drop a huge load in her stomach". Kitty takes the other thug's cock in her little hands as her Bus Thug disappears behind her. "mmmmm, where's he going?" she thinks "he can't...". Her eyes burst open as the Bus Thug's big dick lands in between her ass cheeks and his palms slap down on her gorgeous bubble butt. "Oh shit, he's going to put it in my ass" Kitty panics in her mind "surely he won't be able to fit in beside the fucking lamppost in my pussy!". The Bus Thug laughs as he lines up his large, black cock with Kitty's tiny, moist asshole. "Lil Bitch is gonna get filled uuupp" the Bus Thug cheers. Kitty screams long and hard on the thug dick in her throat as the Bus Thug pushes forward. She takes a sharp breath through her nose and screams again as he pushes up inside her against the Giant's huge, pumping monster cock. Her screams muffled but still loud, her saliva splattering out of the corners of her mouth and her nose, tears form. "OH GOOOODD, YEEESSSS!" she screams in her dizzy head as she cums hard.

 In the Judge's chamber the Judge has pushed as much as is physically possible of his humongous black cock down the desperate white slut's throat sitting in front of him. "MMMHHMMM" is the only sounds she can form with such an obscene intrusion in her gullet. The Judge fucks Jenny's throat, hard and with quick, long strokes. Overwhelmed, Jenny grips the leather arms of the sturdy wooden chair, her finger nails digging in to the soft padding making deep indents. "Oh god yess!" Jenny screams in her head "This is fucking incredible, he's a fucking animal!". The Judge pulls his huge slimy cock out of the beautiful, white woman with a loud "PLOP!". Jenny gasps for air, still clinging furiously to the chair. "That'll do for now" the Judge announces walking back around to the other side of his desk, letting his robes fall off his shoulders to the floor showing his ageing but impressively bulky and muscular body. He bends down and sweeps up the list from the large, wooden table, his massive dick swaying in front of him. Jenny breathes rapidly like an animal her hands dive to her soaking wet pussy. She arches her back in the leather chair her round butt squeaking forward. "I want you inside me" she moans uncontrollably "I want you to stretch my hot pussy!". Ignoring the wriggling women's pleas the Judge continues to read from the sheet of paper. "It is reported that your puny husband found you positioned on all fours upon your marital bed" the Judge bellows his free hand stroking his huge organ allowing it to descend to a softening state. "My wife had let a black delivery man insert his penis into her vagina whilst inserting a dildo into her anus" the huge Judge sniggered. "Well Mrs Summers, you have been a very naughty girl" he snarls looking over the paper at the writhing blonde slut. "To see that justice is served I feel you must again demonstrate the situation described within this accusing document" he continues "get up on here girl!" he orders, pointing at the large oak table. With a face hazed with delirious lust Jenny begins her ascent onto the sturdy oak table in the centre of the room. "Ooooh yeah, the delivery man fucked me hard your Honor" she moaned "I think you should do the same". "Now it says here that you had adorned the large, black delivery man with a piece of jewellery" the Judge added as Jenny reached him from across the table. "Mmmm yesss..." Jenny moans as she reaches to her arm and yanks the band down into her hands "...it was this one here" she answers fluttering her eyelashes. "For authenticity's sake, let's see if you can fit it on my big, Nigger dick Mrs Summers" the Judge growls menacingly. Jenny takes hold of the ridiculously large swinging dick and tries her best to fit the previously large appearing cock ring over the monstrous crown. "oh god, I don't think it's going to fit" Jenny gasps looking defeated "your dick is just soo fucking wide". "You ought to push harder Mrs Summers if you ever want to see any of that money" The Judge bellows "Now get that tacky ring down to my god damn balls, bitch!". Jenny pushes, her sloppy saliva helping guide the shiny ring slowly up the swaying shaft. "He filled my throat to bursting point without it" Jenny thought in a panic "he'll rip my pussy in two once this is on, he's going to kill me!". Like pulling in a heavy washing line, Jenny's increased efforts forces the ring down to the Judge's gigantic balls. Jenny cheers happily at her success "I did i..." she begins but is cut off by her own reaction. Jenny gasps as the Judges mighty cock rises in front of her at a tremendous rate. "Fuuuuuck" she gasps as the Judge's gigantic monster reaches it's full, meaty size the golden cock ring giving it an extra, straining menace.

 In the grimy Men's courtroom toilets, a giant, muscular black man lies on his back, his humongous member impales a small blonde girl, big hands squeezing her beautiful, round tits, straining muscles flex as the monster bucks up from the ground. A big, tattooed, black thug uses the exceptional power in his strong legs to squat behind the stunning girl, he pounds his large dick up her ass as he grips the girl's tiny waist. A bulky black thug with a grinning, golden mouth pummels his thick cock down the beautiful blonde's desperate throat, his strong hand keeping her head in a steady position. A small, amazingly well proportioned blonde girl vibrates in a constant state of orgasm, her shining blue eyes glazed over in lust, her body reacting against every penetration. Together, coated in a shining layer of sweat the group emit a constant drone of moans and groans as they fuck vigorously. "I'm cuuummming soo hard" Kitty screams in her head "this is soo intense, I love it" bucking wildly against the three way invasion. "Oh shit girl" the thug in front of her cries "your mouth is too much, I'm cumming down your fuckin' throat". The thug tenses as his thick cum blasts down her throat whilst he pulls out. "Oh god, there's so much of his hot cum" Kitty thinks as a huge gush of thick, creamy cum bursts out of her mouth with the spent black cock splashing over the Giant's expansive chest. "Oh god unnggh..." Kitty moans between thrusts to her pussy and ass "... what a fucking mess aahhhh" looking down at the Giant's messy chest. "Bitch, you better clean that shit up" the Giant demands angrily as he ploughs her pussy. "mmmm, yeah" Kitty moans as she bends forward allowing her tongue to snake down to the solid, heaving chest of the big, black giant. "That's it slut eat that fuckin' cum" the Bus thug snarls "you about to get some in your ass as well". Kitty shuts her eyes, savouring the taste of the thick, gloopy cum that she laps off of the Giant's huge muscles "mmm, it tastes soo good, I love eating Nigger cum" she moans. "shit girl, here it comes" the Bus Thug groans as he thrusts forward forcefully into her ass "fuuuck". Kitty takes her third load of cum of the day in her ass as she grits her teeth and clamps her eyes together in orgasm, excessive amounts of cum and saliva dripping down from her mouth and chin. Opening her eyes, she looks straight at her massive black giant beneath her "I want you in my ass!"

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny now faces the opposite end of the table, her bubble butt pointing up towards the Judge's large, imposing body. "I think I'll take your ass first, save that sweet looking pussy for last" the Judge announces. Jenny hisses sharply as he pushes forward, breaking into her tight ass slick from her leaking pussy. "Oh my GOD!" Jenny screams "you're splitting me in two!" as the Judge keeps pushing forcefully forward. Jenny grits her teeth, her face crinkling in pain and determination. "Keeep pushing, I want mooore!" she moans as sweat rolls down the Judge's big body his force never dwindling. "I'M SO FULL" she screams as the Judge fills her with a large portion of his monster. "So is this what happeunngghh..." the Judge bellows "... is this what happened with the delivery man Mrs Summers?". "Oh god, he doesn't even compare to this!" Jenny moans in delight "You're the biggest I've ever taken, I fucking love it!". The Judge pulls his huge dick near fully out of Jenny's boiling ass making her moan, he then slams it back in making her scream. "Tell me about the others Mrs Summers!" The Judge demands "To understand this case, you need to tell me about every Nigger you've ever let fuck you!". "With every one you list I'll fuck you harder, I'll fuck you faster until you won't be able to cum anymore!". "oh god yes!" Jenny screams "fuck me! Fuck me harder". "List me some Niggers bitch" the Judge hissed. "unnnghh the Football Coach!" she screams "he fucked me, ahhhh he fucked me in the men's showers at the school unnngghh he fucked me so good, he was my first, he resized my pussy". "That's it bitch you know you want to play along" the Judge growled through clenched teeth as he ups the speed of his hips "who's next?". "ahhhh yes!" Jenny moaned "I never fucked a white boy again! Aahhhh unngggh". "Next were the dirty School Janitors unnggh they double fucked me into oblivion!" Jenny moans "they fucked me hard on my work desk it was soo good". "Ahhh yes harder" she reacts to the Judges increase in power. "Good bitch you're getting the idea. Who else?" the Judge demands. "I fucked the Principal, god he was big" Jenny begins "I still can't believe I got his whole cock down my throat, I just had to beat my slut daughter". "Who's next slut?" the Judge snarls. "I fucked a store clerk unnnggh, I fucked my husband's mechanic aaahhh yes harder!". The Judge picks up the pace as Jenny plays his game, his hips pumping furiously at her abused asshole. "I fucked a gang of disgusting black thugs unngghh, I fucked a cop the same night ahhh he fucked me on the bonnet of his squad car, OH SHIT I'm cumming" Jenny screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her slender body. "Harold once took me dancing but I ended up fucking some black stud on the dance floor, he still doesn't know that". "Yeah bitch you ARE a full blown whore" the Judge laughs. "Fuuucck me!" Jenny screams as the Judge's hips near blur with speed. "Yeah bitch and how did Mr Summers compare to them?" he growls. "My husband is nothing!" she screams "oh shit! I'll never fuck a white man again, never mind that little fat slob! He disgusts me!". The Judge laughs out loud as he pistons into the shuddering beauty "and how do they compare to me?". "Oh god! You're the best I've ever had! You fill me up so fucking much and make me cum soo fffu... Oh God! I'm cumming again!"

 "Good grief, that's never going to fit in her ass!" Larry Small the puny, white lawyer thinks to himself looking down from the top of the metal stall. With cum stringing from her chin Kitty bends her tight body over. She arches her back and points her ass to the sky. Kitty looks back at her Giant black stud as he saws his gigantic weapon between her perfectly round ass cheeks. "You really think you can take this up your ass girl?" the Giant rumbles "You only just managed to fit it in your tiny pussy". "I've never wanted anything so much in my life!" she pants, her face contorted with desperate passion "I need you in my ass, I need you to stretch me! I want to feel your balls smack against my legs!". "Well here it comes, you dirty, white slut" the Giant growls as he aligns his tremendous cock with her tiny body. "You gonna take everythang I got to give bitch!" he snarls as he pushes forward. With her flexible, cheerleader body moving her head and her hands closer to the ground and her butt closer to the ceiling Kitty pushes back against his movement. Nothing. The couple tremble as they push against each other, sweat builds on their foreheads and rolls down their faces. Teeth scrape against each other, brows crease, the Giant's grip on her hips tightens. "PUUUSSSSSHH" Kitty screams "oh god, I can feel my ass giving way aaaahhhh puush it in me!". Silence suddenly falls. Kitty gasps, her eyes bugging out of her head. "fffffuuuUUCCKK!" builds from the quiet as Kitty reacts to the sudden intrusion "Ahhhh" she moans "you're sooounnngghh, sooo big!". "Puuuush" she screams as the Giant thunders more of his massive dick into her reaching half way. "Yeah you like that? Well take this!" the Giant bellows as he pulls out sharply leaving only his thick cock head inside the poor girl. He then slams back into her until three quarters of his monster is buried inside her. Kitty reacts in the same way with an intense gasp for air "Oh god..." she utters in a struggle "...I've never cum so hard!". "This is it baby!" the Giant cries "you think you can do it?" he again sharply pulls his raging cock out of her leaving only the tip buried inside. "DO IT!" she moans demandingly. The Giant thrusts forwards harder than ever, splaying her ass cheeks out against his solid lower abdomen, sending his balls crashing up against her stomach, fully impaling the beautiful, blonde slut.

 The Judge pulls his huge cock out of Jenny's well fucked ass, slime strings from the massive shaft. "Bitch turn around and clean my fucking dick" the Judge demands "before I fuck your pretty little pussy". Jenny spins around on the large desk knocking papers and stationary to the ground. Jenny moans as she grasps the pulsing trunk, saliva and ass juice coating her hands and slopping to the ground. "This is soo fucking nasty" Jenny thinks as she shoves the cock into her mouth and laps her tongue round the wide shaft. "That's it slut eat ma dick you filthy bitch" The Judge growls as Jenny licks her way around the slimy monster. With a loud POP she releases the big cock from her mouth, juice spraying over her chin and face, bubbles forming on her lips. "I want you to stretch my pussy!" Jenny groans with her messy mouth "I want you to cum in my womb!".

 Kitty takes hold of her ankles as the Giant behind her picks up the pace, pounding her tiny ass with all his might. "Fuuurrrck yeah" Kitty screams "pump my ass, I fucking love it so much!". "yeah girl!" the Giant bellows "you are the finest piece of ass I ever nailed, your ass is so fuckin' tight". "Oh god" Kitty screams as she grabs her ass cheeks, pulling them apart "your massive fucking dick is making me cum!". Kitty closes her eyes tight and lets her mouth hang open as her body quakes in orgasm "Fuck me harder!".

 "Ooooh gawwd" Jenny squeals as the huge, blunt head of the Judges' dick penetrates her soaking wet pussy. Lying on her back, Jenny grabs her thighs and spreads her bent legs apart "oh shit, it's sooo thick!". Jenny arches her back and sends her head back against the oak table as the huge Judge slides his massive cock up inside her small body "unnnggghhyeeah" she groans uncontrollably. "Bitch, with all these god damn confessions of adultery I've decided that you don't deserve shit from your husband!" the huge Judge laughs. Jenny suddenly panics "You mother fucker!" she shouts angrily "you fucking tricked me?". "Yeah bitch!" the Judge hisses like a snake "You don't deserve anything you fucking cheating whore!". "unngh oh god" Jenny pleads "you have to unnngggh I need that money". "Here's the deal slut, you;ll get your money IF. If you can take my entire dick up your sweet lil pussy". Jenny panics, she looks down at the monstrous shaft buried in her hole. The Judge was only half way and already she felt full. "But there's no way..." Jenny blurts out "...I'm sooo full I think I might burst!". The Judge leans down closer to her face, an evil look on his face "That's the deal bitch" the Judge growls "if you want that money I suggest you take what I fucking give you!" Jenny looks down at her fragile pussy the panic quickly fades as she takes hold of her athletic thighs, pulling them apart. "I want everything, give me everything" she moans with a devilish look on her face. "I knew you would slut" The Judge responds "brace yourself, here it comes"

 The Bus Thug tucks his dick back into his baggy pants and leaves the Men's toilets. He walks the Court corridor and approaches a sharp suited black Lawyer and whispers something into his ear. The Lawyer quickly turns on his heel and heads to the toilets. The Bus Thug walks up to a large, black cop again whispering something into his ear. The Thug then comes face to face with Jenny's Lawyer and repeats his message. All the black men he encounters quickly turn and walk to the Men's toilets.

 Harold Summers brushes the crumbs of his finished sandwich off of his lap. "I guess it's nearly time to head back into Court" he thinks rising to his feet "I hope it's all over soon" he sighs. Walking away from the bench he realises he needs the toilet so he walks over to the Men's rest room. Harold stands behind a large figure in line for the toilets, he waits patiently as the line slowly shortens.

 "Oh yeaaah!" Kitty moans as she bucks back against the pounding monster in her ass "fuck that ass!". The last thug takes hold of her blonde hair and aims his long dick at her pretty face. "Here bitch, take my nut!" he moans pumping his cock with his fist. Thick, hot cum hits her in the face.

 "What's that noise?" Harold thinks to himself as the queue shortens again.

 Jenny, on her back with her knees bent up by her shoulders struggles to keep sane as she endures the most intense fuck of her life. "ooohh fuuuck meeee!" she screams as she arches her back creating a semi circle of space between her and the solid oak table. "Fuck me, you big, black nigger!" she moans her eyes rolling in her head "fuck me stupid!". "Yeah bitch you're doing it" the Judge groans "you're taking my dick" he pushes hard into Jenny's over stretched pussy "Oh god yes!" she screams "If I can give birth to that fucking bitch girl I can take your god damn dick!".

 "Oh fuck I'm cumming" cries the sharp suited Lawyers who has been beating off over Kitty's face as she opens her mouth, cum splashing over face. "Bitch, I'm getting close" the Giant rumbles as he picks up his pace.

 "You've got 6 inches to go slut!" the Judge snarls as Jenny cums hard "you're nearly there, 5 inches!".

 Harold moves a place closer to the Men's toilets.

 "Bitch, I ain't kidding, I'm about to explode" the Giant yells as the Cop empties his load over the blonde girl's face. "What the hell is going on in here?" Harold yells as he swings the toilet door open.

 "Four inches, three inches to go bitch you're so fucking close!" the Judge cheers, sweating. Jenny tries to grab the air in delirium her body spasming in pure, unadulterated orgasm. She shakes and moans as she experiences the most intense orgasm of her life. She screams as the Judge forces another inch into her extremely stretched pussy. "Two inches baby!" the Judge roars "I'm about to explode in your fucking womb!".

 "What is this?" Harold blurts as he struggles to take in the scene before him, strong hands keeping him in place.

 "OOOOHHH GOD!" Jenny screams, shaking the big table as the Judge fucks her mercilessly. "One more inch girl" he thunders "ARRGGHHH take it!". The final inch sinks into Jenny's sexy, sweaty, shaking body. The Judge explodes inside her, releasing a flood of cum into her womb which sprays out of her over-stretched pussy.

 "Here it comes bitch!" the Giant bellows louder than ever pulling his bucking cock out of Kitty's raw ass "spin around bitch, your daddy wants to see you take it over your face!". Harold's line of sight is cleared after the last black man is finished dumping his cum over the beautiful little girl's face "Kitty?" Harold Summers breathes quietly as he glimpses the devilish smirk on his sweet daughter's cum covered face as she spins around to face the impending explosion "Daddy, watch this!" Kitty cries enthusiastically. Harold screams a high pitched scream as a massive blast of cum splashes and ropes over his daughters gaping mouth, tits and face sending globules of cum everywhere. With cum spray falling on his glasses Harold's eyes cross and he faints in the toilet doorway. "Holy shit!" Larry gasps causing all to look at him which in turn causes him to lose his footing. Kitty kneels on the floor covered in hot cum smiling, completely satisfied "mmmm that was soo goood and I'm covered in so much hot cum. I fucking love it" she thinks as a SPLASH echoes around the small room.

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny pulls her dress back on "I've NEVER had that much cock inside me" she gasps "and I've NEVER cum so hard" she continues, squeezing her tits "I've got to tell Kitty how big the Judge was, she'll be soo jealous" she thinks with a smile. "Baby, before we go back into the Courtroom, I've got one more thing that you need to do for me if you want this money" the Judge explains. "Anything for you, your Honor" Jenny answers. "I knew you'd play along" the Judge chuckles as he opens the box marked evidence.

 "All rise for the honorable Judge Johnson" an announcement rings out in the Court room. Everybody stands as the large, black Judge strides into the room, his robes flowing around him. Everybody in the room stands, Jenny, her Lawyer, the Giant, Harold and Larry Small who sports a soaking wet and stained pair of trousers. They all rise awaiting judgement. Jenny's Lawyer gives his client a strange look as the beautiful blonde wriggles her body and bites her lip. "What the hell is that?" the Lawyer thinks to himself hearing a faint buzzing sound. The Judge reaches his chair and sits behind the large, wooden desk over looking the congregation of bodies who follow him down to their seats. Jenny perches on the edge of her seat and arches her back, a bead of sweat forms on her brow. "Now..." the Judge begins "I have taken a very thorough look at this case and all of the evidence". "I have come to a verdict" he bellows provoking gasps from the crowd and a shocked Harold. "Please stand Mr and Mrs Summers" he asks. The couple rise to their feet from their side of the room. Harold's body wilts into itself in mental exhaustion and shame, Jenny fights to keep herself still "oh shiit" she thinks. "Mr Summers" the Judge grumbles "I do not think you realise the love your wife had for you to stay by your side for so long.". Jenny leans forward grasping the wooden table in front of her sending her round ass into the air, a faint buzzing still lingering in the air. "It is my opinion that your blindness to your wife's passion and lack of attention drove her away" the Judge continues "you see Mr Summers, your wife has a deep, deep addiction and addicts need help, they are driven by uncontrollable elements. Elements, Mr Summers that you helped create". Harold looks desperately at his beautiful wife as her muscles tense. "It is for these reasons that I am granting half of your overall earnings to Mrs Summers". "Fuuck yess" Jenny thinks as her mouth opens, her hand reaches for her stomach, a leg bends off the ground and her Lawyer takes a inquisitive look at her vibrating butt. Just then the Judge stops in his tracks, a look of surprise fills his bearded face. From beneath his desk a pair of hands have appeared and cleared a way through his robes and taken a tight hold of his monstrous balls. The Judge grins down at Kitty who has cleaned herself up and then back up to the room "There is however, also the issue of child support". Harold scans his eyes across the courtroom "where is my poor little girl? I hope she is okay". One of the hands from beneath the Judge's desk grasps for his huge, hardening cock. "You have a loving daughter Mr Summers and one that deserves your continuing support especially in such a saddening situation as a parent's divorce". Jenny, panting looks at her husband with a devious face "yeah, give me more" she thinks. A tongue joins the hands in the darkness between the Judges legs and licks the big cock with a strong force, lapping up a large pearl of slime. "I understand that your daughter will be attending college, I therefore rule that you will pay full child support" the Judge snarled as the mouth below his desk opens and begins to swallow is enormous dick. "A young, talented girl such as yours needs all the support she can get as she works long and hard through her university years". Kitty rewards the Judge by forcing a great deal of his massive dick down her tight throat "Yess, I can't wait to be the biggest nigger slut on campus" she thinks. "That is all, I have made my ruling. Court dismissed". A ruined Harold and his lawyer slump out of the room giving Jenny Summers a final glance. Their exit followed by the rest of the crowd. Jenny grasps her round, vibrating ass "God , I'm about to cum" she thinks as she rushes out of the courtroom. The last person leaves the room as the Judge gives Kitty a toothy snarl "That enough for you, you greedy slut?" he asks. Kitty pulls the gigantic cock out of her throat "mmmm, it was so hot watching you giving out orders" she moaned "I want you to fuck me right here in the courtroom".

 Jenny reaches the ladies' toilets, she runs inside and grasps a sink basin. "Oh god yess" she moans arching her back, throwing her head back "I'm cumming soo hard". She reaches back, under her dress and pulls the gigantic, vibrating dildo out of her ass as the door crashes open. Jenny looks up in an orgasm soaked state and looks at the Giant in the doorway "holy sh..." she gasps excitedly.

 Kitty is on all fours on the Judges large, wooden courtroom desk. The Judge pounds her tiny body with his massive dick.

 Jenny clings to the sink, her back arched as the Giant slams his monstrous dick up her pussy.

 "I love big, black cock!" the two Summers girls scream.  

Kitty Summers stands in her family house clad only in a tiny bikini, moans and groans echoing around her. She adds the final ingredient to a series of drinks on a tray. Now ready Kitty transports the tray out to the pool area, her round ass swinging as she moves. "Drinks are ready fellas!" she announces to the ten or so black studs lounging around the pool. Kitty squats down and places the tray of drinks down by the pool side catching the eyes of a couple of beefy black athletes joking around in the pool. "Thanks Kitty" they cheer in unison. Kitty gives the strong men a sultry smile and rises to her feet with one of the drinks in her hand. She glides over to a lounger and lifts her leg and straddles a huge black body. She settles down and looks Samson in the eyes smiling. "Here you go baby" Kitty says sweetly as she hands Samson the drink. "Oh that's what I'm talking about girl" Samson grins "service with a smile". With his free hand Samson slaps his hand down on Kitty's round ass "Is your Mom enjoying her birthday?" he asks. "I think she's having a blast" Kitty giggles "and now she's got the house to herself I think everyday is going to be just as good". Samson smirks as he pulls her bikini bottoms loose "You ready to ride my dick?" he asks boldly. Kitty smiles and leans in to the big, black football player "you promise to fuck me as hard as you can?" Kitty asks smiling. The couple kiss passionately.

 In a busy pool bodies congregate the area, the sound of sex fills in the background noise.

 In an empty kitchen the groans are more easily heard.

 In the empty hallway at the bottom of the stairs The moans and groans are again louder.

 At the top of the stairs a door is shut, the noisey grunts echos out from the other side. A lonely Summers family photo bounces and vibrates the wall.

 Inside Jenny Summer's bedroom the beautiful blonde birthday girl screams and groans as she rides the big, bulky body of Judge Johnson on her bed whilst the Giant standing behind her, furiously pounds her round ass.

 "I love big. black cock!" Jenny screams as the two big, black men fuck her.

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Day 12 : Fantasy/Video Game - Larry Johnson

‘ Bby come over, I miss u. Pizza, games n chill. Mum’s with Henry. ‘ was the text I got from Larry, so of course, I grinned at the phone and putting in my earbuds, I close the book I was reading and go to the bus station, hugging my jacket closer to me and breathing into my scarf, despite my glasses getting all steamed up, and wait until the bus arrives, in the meantime continuing my lecture of the detective book I was reading. 

Of course, Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie is an excellent book, but I can’t say I wasn’t expecting many of the tropes that became such clichees over the years in nowadays detective books and movies, but hey, at least they’re enjoyable!

When I got close to the Addison apartments, I get off the bus and walk my way there, going down to the basement and knocking on the door, waiting for Larry to open the door, which he did sooner than expected, and I quickly got engulfed by a bear hug by my favourite boy.

“Hey, sweety, how are you? I see that you brushed your hair, it looks so smooth and silky! What’s the occasion?” I asked, my arms around his torso, my chin resting on his chest, looking up at him as he was much taller than me. “You coming over is enough of a special occasion for me to try to look my best.” he grinned softly, kissing the top of my head, making my squeal at how sweet he was being, and I burried my face in his chest, hugging him tighter. “You’re so adorable! Oooooff, I wanna fluff you up so bad.” I rubbed my face on his chest like a cat would, acting like a spoiled girl, getting him to chuckle at my behaviour, picking me up, as I put my limbs around him like a baby sloth would, and we got to his room, crashing on the bed and cuddling.

Because come on, cuddling is the best.

“Babe, check this out! I recently got this game called Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and dude, it’s SO good. And the music, man, the MUSIC is SO neat, I’m sure you’ll love it. Wanna play?” he rolled us so he was on top of me, instead of on the side, and he put one of his hands on my face, as I leaned in to his touch, feeling much warmer and content than before. “How about you play and I watch? You know I love watching you play. You’re so adorable, and I can play with your hair and kiss you and hug you and fluff you up, Larbear.” I giggled as he started blushing and whined at that nickname that everyone is using to tease him, seeing that his mum calls him that too. “Don’t call me that, Kitten, you know it embarrasses me.” he muttered as he got up, put the game in and continued from where he was at, and sat on the bed in a criss-crossed position, patting the place he did with his legs so I could sit between them and watch him play as I would rest my back on his buff chest. “Uhhh this game looks so pretty! And you’re right, the music is gorgeous!” I clap in excitement putting his arms around me so he could both hug me and play. “Knew you’d like it, babe.” he smirked, putting his chin on my head. “What’s this about? Is this little elf guy Zelda? Or why is it called that way?” I asked, curious of the game. “No, Kitty-Cat, that smurf kid with point ears that looks like a Christmas elf is Link. Zelda is the princess and he has to save her. Ain’t that neat?” he grinned, continuing his Quest to save the princess. “Can we call the shortie Sally? I mean, he looks as short as Sal, so why not? It would make things even better! And the princess can be Ash! That sounds so cute!” I hype him, making him chuckle and kiss my cheek. “You know what? That sounds pretty dope, I’m in.” he replied, but it wasn’t long before I started bugging him again. “Can I braid your hair, baby? It’s soooo beautiful and I loveeeeeeee it and I want my hair to be pretty like yours.” I turn around and put my arms on his shoulders, leaning on him, letting my hands brush through his soft hair. “You’re so clingy today, what’s with you? I thought I was the clingy one.” he let out an amused breath and putting down his controller, letting me put my legs around his waist so I could braid strands of his hair, occasionally stealing a kiss from him. “You don’t like it? I could always stop, if you want to...” I pouted, looking down, but he knew I was messing around, so he blew some air on my face. “Kat, shut up, you know I love it when you’re affectionate. Also, your hair is much prettier than mine, and this red shade is super hot. How about we play some World of Warcraft after this?” he suggested, making me nod my head vigurously. “Yeah, that’d be fun! Hey, hey, Larry Berry, can I ask you something?” I ask a bit timidly, making him raise his eyebrow in confusion, looking down at me, but I was a bit too embarrassed to look at him. “Yeah, what is it, Kitty-Cat?” he asks, putting down his controller once again and raising my face with his hands, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Would you...If something weird happened, like the cult, maybe...You know...Would you...Would you save me like Link saves Zelda?” I close my eyes in embarrassment, feeling my cheeks burning and my heart beating desperately, until I feel Larry’s soft lips on mine. “Silly, why even ask that? Don’t you already know you’re my Princess? I’ll always be here to save you, no matter what.” he hugged me tightly to his chest, making me smile in happiness, putting my hands around him, clutching on the back of his SF Tshirt. “Yeah...I know...You’re the best, Larry. I always feel safe and happy when I’m with you.” I confess tenderly, feeling at peace. “Hey, actually, I’ve an idea, but don’t take it wrong, okay? I want to do 2 things, but I don’t want to freak you out or something. Do you trust me?” he asks, looking into my eyes with a tender expression. “Of course I do. I trust you with every fiber of my being. You’re the only one who knows me for who I am and I know I can trust you to take care of me.” I reply softly, making him hide his face with his hands for a few seconds, feeling more embarrassed than me, before taking off his shirt and putting it to the side. “Will you please take off your sweater and Tshirt too? I promise I will explain. I won’t look either.” he started breathing a bit faster, biting his lip in slight anxiety.

I said nothing, instead, I nodded and took off my dark green sweater, then my Scorpions Tshirt, revealing my maroon bra. I looked down a bit shy, trying to hide my belly, that despite knowing it wasn’t big, I was still insecure of, but before I knew it, I got hugged tightly to his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat.

“Can you feel it? That’s my heart, and it’s beating for you. Ever since you came into my life, I could feel I was doing much better, despite all the shit I’ve been through. I’ve always wanted to have you safe and protected, so when I heard of what you’ve been through, I kinda lost it. I know I can get violent when someone angers me, and I can be pretty impulsive sometimes, but that will never stop the fact that I love you so much that I don’t know words to describe it. I ain’t as smart as you, but Kat, you’re amazing and I don’t deserve you. But you chose me, and I’ve never been happier ever since. And hearing you say that you trust and love me is the best thing I could hear, really.” he confessed and I could feel my hear trembling with emotion at how sweet and genuine he was being. “You have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am that you didn’t get tired of me or something. I really love you, Larry, and I’m very happy that you’re so patient and understanding with me. I couldn’t have pulled through without you.” I reply, kissing him lightly on his lips, making him open his eyes in wonder, without realising that he said he wouldn’t, but then he got flustered, which amused me so much that I started laughing. “Here, take this. Will you spend the night over? It’s already late, mum’s not coming home tonight and it’s so cozy around here. C’mon, you know you can’t resist.” he chuckled, putting his Tshirt on me, fitting me like a dress. “You’re giving this to me for the night? Are you sure? It’s SF, your fave band.” I asked awkwardly, not sure what to say. “My favourite band and my favourite girl. It fits, right? And I’m not giving to you for the night, I’m giving it to you forever. It’s my way of saying that I trust you that much.” he grinned at me, making me hug him tightly once again, fangirling a bit. “You’re the absolute best, Larry Berry. I love you so much.” I chirped in a voice higher than my usual tone. “Okay, Strawberry Shortcake, that’s enough fluff for today. Let’s get some pizza, drink pepsi and binge some TV series.” he suggested, getting up and going to the kitchen to get the food, so I took off my pants to get comfy for the movie marathon, before jogging after him to help him carry the snacks, but I think he might have been shocked by what he was seeing ‘cause he spit out the pepsi. “What’s it, babe, like what you’re seeing?” I chuckled in amusement at his crestfallen face. “You betcha I do. You’re godamn stunning, Princess. You matchin’?” he asked in curiosity, making me laugh even harder. “With my hair? Definitely. With something else? I’ll let your curiosity guess.” I teased him, taking the snacks and going to the bedroom. “Oh, and, by the way! Let’s watch Lord Of The Rings! We’re the best Elf duo, wohoo!” I cheered, with a little skip in my movement, super excited for the movies, as I jump in bed, before I heard Larry’s deep voice saying a bit louder than he might have wished for “THEY MATCH!”

[theycallmemoosey]

Let’s Have One

Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: First Arthur fic! I know it’s not that great but ah well. I have a few more planned for this fandom, so keep an eye out. Enjoy! Moose :)

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“You sick bastard!” 

You sat up from your cot, laying the book you were reading on your lap as you looked out towards the familiar arguing of the gang’s favourite couple.

“You’re calling me a sick bastard?! You won’t get off my back for one second will ya, ya crazy bitch! I go out hunting to supply for you, to keep you happy, but here you are calling ME a sick bastard because god knows why!” 

You sighed, standing up and heading to the front door of your cabin, pulling your coat closer to your body in order to watch the scene fold out in front of you.

“If we ever get to that point, just shoot me” Arthur grumbled behind you, grabbing your waist and kissing your neck. 

“This is a bad one” you looked up at him, the shouting between Abigail and John getting louder and louder, “I think we should go and save Jack. He doesn’t deserve to sit through this shit” 

“And do what? Y/N, we’re in the middle of the mountains if you haven’t noticed. We take him anywhere, he’ll freeze to death”

“Then we better wrap him up warm” 

The two of you flinched when the door to the Marston Cabin flew open, smashing against the wall as a fuming John stormed out in nowhere near enough layers, Abigail screaming behind him. 

“I’ve had enough of this” you mumbled, storming out of Arthurs grip and rushing towards the cabin. Abigail had stormed after John, shouting at him as they reached the edge of the camp. 

“Jackie?” You asked softly, rushing towards the response of little cries and whimpers, “Hey, kiddo. Want to come out with me and Uncle Arthur?” 

“Where we going?” He asked sniffling, smiling weakly when you dabbed his eyes with the sleeve of your coat.

“You like the snow, right? Why don’t we go and make a snowman?” 

“Yeah!” He exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice. You smiled with him and helped him wrap up warm, putting on numerous layers of coats and scarves. 

“Want to wear the hat Miss Grimshaw knitted for you?” 

“It’s too scratchy” 

You stared at the hat in your hand before chucking back into Jack’s small trunk, “Don’t blame you”

The two of you hurried out into the cold hand in hand, heading towards Arthur who had prepared your horse with his.

“Uncle Arthur! We’re going out to build a snowman!” 

“A snowman! Well, you best go and ask Uncle Pearson if you can borrow a carrot” 

“Good idea!” He said, rushing towards Pearson. You signalled over Karen, who hesitantly came to the two of you, rubbing her arms furiously. 

“I was just going over for a bath. I’ve been heating water for it all day” 

“We don’t need you for long, Karen. We’re taking Jack out to get away from John and Abigail’s constant bickering. If Abigail asks, he’s with us. Now go for your bath”

“Stay safe, won’t you?” She placed her hand on your arm as the shouting continued to echo across the mountains, “We don’t want to lose you guys too. The rest of us actually like you two” 

“I like us two as well” Arthur added, smiling when he saw Jack proudly skip back from Pearson’s with a carrot in his hand, “Ready to go, kiddo?”

“You betcha!” He smiled, lifting his arms up towards Arthur as an indication that he wanted to be lifted up onto Boadicea. You smiled at Karen before hopping up onto your own horse, kicking your feet gently as a signal to move forward. 

Arthur trotted up next to you, “Where we heading Auntie Y/N?” 

“I was thinking up the mountains. Quite a view up there” 

“Quite dangerous too” he added, looking at you like you were mad.

“We have you” you smiled, kicking harder with an added ‘YAH’ to gallop towards the mountains. Jack giggled gleefully, holding tightly onto Boadicea’s mane as Arthur held onto his small body tightly, keeping his eye out for anything that posed a threat to the three of you.

“This looks like a good spot!” You called out, your face feeling numb from the cold, “What do you think, Jackie?” 

“Perfect!” 

“Alright” Arthur slowed his horse down to a stop, looking back to watch you do the same. Arthur hopped off first, hitching Boadicea to the nearest tree before helping an eager Jack down to the floor, “Let’s help Auntie Y/N down first before we head off, ok Jack? Do the gentlemanly thing” 

Jack padded over to your horse at Arthur’s heels, holding his hand out towards you. Arthur grabbed your waist and helped you down slowly, making sure you could grab Jack’s hand to make him feel like he was helping. 

“Why thank you, kind sir” you curtsied to Jack, who bowed before rushing off to start making a snowman. 

“I am able to get off my horse by myself, Arthur” you laughed, sorting his hat out after the breezy ride.

“I know. Just teaching Jack to be a gentleman” 

“Well, he is certainly learning from the best” 

“Arthur, can you help me?” Jack asked, struggling to make anything from the snow. Smiling, Arthur jogged over the best he could in the snow, crouching down to help Jack roll the snow into a ball. 

You smiled as you watched Arthur play childishly with Jack. He was so naturally gentle and caring, and you couldn’t wait to raise your own children with him one day. 

“OW!” You cried, a sharp, wet feeling stinging your face, “What the-“ 

You looked up and saw Arthur snickering, Jack rolling around on the floor in a fit of laughter.

“Oh, you’re in for it now” you growled, rolling the snow in your palms and launching it at Arthur, hitting him square in the face, causing Jack to point at laugh at the confused cowboy. 

“You don’t get to do that and get away with it!” He laughed, tackling you to the ground as you tried to squirm out of his grip. 

“Arthur let me go! Let me go, you big buffoon” 

“Never!” He laughed with you, grabbing a bunch of snow and sprinkling it on your face. You saw Jack creep up behind Arthur, his hat tipped upside down. 

“You don’t get to tackle Auntie Y/N and not pay for it!” He yelled, shoving his hat full of snow onto Arthur’s head.

Arthur growled jokingly and moved off of you to grab Jack’s ankles, tickling him as they rolled about in the snow. You crawled away, your stomach hurting from how much you had been laughing. You looked over towards the snowman the boys had built, tilting your head when you thought something was missing. 

“Y/N?! What are you doing?!” Arthur called out, the giggling from Jack fading slightly. 

“This snowman was a bit bare. Didn’t want him to get cold” you shrugged, wrapping your scarf around the snowman, placing a few scattered rocks into the face, “Jack, where’s the carrot you got from Uncle Pearson”

“In my saddlebag” Arthur breathed heavily, helping Jack up and brushing the snow off of his back, “You go and grab it, kiddo” 

As Jack hurried to get the carrot out of Boadicea’s saddlebag, Arthur wrapped his arms around your middle, looking at the snowman with you. 

“Let’s have one?” He asked, kissing behind your ear gently.

“A snowman? I’m sure we can make another one outside the lodge at camp” 

“No” he laughed, “A Jack?”

“We can’t steal him!”

“Y/N! I’m being serious” he started to tickle you, “I want a kid with you, darling”

“Y/N! ARTHUR! I GOT IT!” Jack shouted gleefully, stabbing it right in the face of the snowman, shoving two sticks he picked up into the sides for the arms. 

“There, just perfect isn’t he” you smiled picking Jack up and placing him on your hips.

“His name is Jeremy. Jeremy Morgan” 

“Morgan? Don’t you mean Marston?” Arthur asked with a sense of pride.

“No. Morgan. I know that’s not your last name, Auntie Y/N, but it will be soon. Right?” 

“I hope so” you kissed his temple, smiling towards Arthur, who was looking at his creation proudly.

Your smile fell when you heard the howls of wolves. You looked back towards Arthur, his face matching yours. 

“I think it’s time to go home now, Jack” you told him, walking back over to the horses, Arthur carefully scoping out the landscape.

“Y/N, take Jack back. I’ll be right behind you in a bit” 

“No, you’re coming too” 

“Don’t argue with me woman. Get home now” 

“I’m not leaving without you! They’re not here yet. If we all leave now, we’re all safe. I don’t want to leave here knowing that you’re in danger!” 

Arthur growled in frustration but didn’t want to argue, so helped Jack onto his horse and climbed on behind him. You hurried behind him, climbing onto your own horse and cantering off behind the boys.

“SHIT!” Arthur called, wrapping one arm tightly around Jack and grabbing his shotgun from the side of the horse, “Y/N! WHAT DID I TELL YOU!” 

You scoffed and grabbed your repeater, shooting towards the wolves who were charging towards you, “IF YOU HADN’T ARGUED WITH ME, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS MESS RIGHT NOW” 

“THIS IS MY FAULT?” 

“JUST SHOOT MORGAN”

Firing a few more shots, the wolves were soon down, and the horses were pulled to a stop. 

“You ok Jackie?” You asked, seeing him hide in Arthur’s chest.

“Are they gone?” 

“Yeah…yeah we’re safe now, kiddo” Arthur panted, “You alright?” 

You nodded, putting your gun back into its holder on the side of the saddle. In the silence of the mountains, you heard a low cry, as if someone was in pain. 

“What in the-“ 

“Sounded like a person” you observed, moving your horse forwards, “He’s up there. Take Jack home” 

“What? No! What if it’s not safe?!”

“And put the kid in danger?” 

“Please stop arguing” Jack began to cry, not used to the two of you arguing. He only ever heard his parents argue this much. 

You sighed, “Please”

Arthur rolled his eyes but nodded, wrapping his coat around Jack to keep him warm.

“Jackie, you’re going to go home with Uncle Arthur to go and find your mother, ok? Why don’t you tell her about Jeremy and how you got Uncle Arthur. I’ll be home in a bit” you smiled reassuringly, although it was weak.

“Be safe, Auntie Y/N” he called over his shoulder as Arthur sped off back towards camp. 

“Hello?” You called out, pushing your horse further up the mountain, “Hello?!” 

“HERE!” Came a familiar voice, one you all too much recognised.

“Shit” you pushed your horse to a gallop, hurting towards the voice, “MARSTON! MARSTON KEEP CALLING!” 

“I’M HERE” 

“Shit John” you said breathily, jumping off your horse to get a closer look, “What happened” 

“Wolves” he groaned, his lips turning purple from the cold, “Thank the lord it’s you who found me. At least you know what you’re doing” 

“Well, being camp nurse comes with that perk” you retorted, grabbing some medicine from your saddlebag, “Drink this”

John obliged, sighing in relief, “Thanks, Miss Y/L/N” 

“What the hell you doing out here anyway?” You asked, dabbing the blood away from his scars and bandaging his head with the supplies you always kept on you.

“Went for a walk. Abigail always finds something to complain about and I was just sick and tired of hearing her voice” 

You laughed, knowing that what he was saying was true, no matter how rude he was being about her. 

“What are you doing here? It’s freezing out” 

“Arthur and I took your kid out to play. He shouldn’t have to constantly hear his parents argue” 

“I ain’t his dad” 

“I hate to argue with ya, Marston, but you are. He’s your kid. Plain to see it. Has your eyes and everything” 

“He-“ 

“No, John. You have to step up. I know you love him, somewhere in that pathetic little heart of yours” you reprimanded, finishing off the bandages on his face, “I’ll stitch them up when we get back to camp. It’s cleaner there” 

“I do as much as I can for them” he said quietly, making you feel guilty for telling him how to do his job.

“I know, I know” 

“Of course it’s you, Marston!” Arthur called, the sound of Boadicea’s hooves kicking up snow behind him, “Of course it has to be you”

“Thanks to your sidekick here, Morgan, I might live to see another day” 

“Not when Abigail sees ya. She’s fuming” he laughed, groaning when he helped you pick him up. 

“Jack ok?” 

“He’s fine. Worried about you, that’s all. Come on, up you get” 

The three of you groaned as you all tried to get John onto the back of Boadicea.

Arthur huffed and turned to you, kissing you gently. 

“You just keep on amazing me” 

“As much as I love when you compliment me, John needs to get to warmth” 

“Yes, ma’am” 

The three of you hurried back to camp, quickly but steadily to make sure John didn’t lose consciousness and cause any more damage than he already had. 

“Can we get some help here?” Arthur called out when the two of you reached camp.

“JOHN! JOHN! OH MY-YOU’RE ALIVE!” Abigail rushed to Arthur’s horse, Charles and Bill dragging him off and leading him to his cabin, “Come on let’s get you warm. Thank you, Arthur, Y/N. Thank you, thank you!” 

“Not a problem, Abigail. He’s all bandaged up. Just let him rest for now and I’ll be back over in a bit to start stitching them up”

“Thank you both” she hugged you, rushing into the cabin muttering “This is a new low, even for you, John Marston”

“Come on Darlin’” Arthur mumbled in your ear, placing his hand on his waist and leading you towards the cabin, “Let’s go get warm”

“Y/N! ARTHUR!” Jack came running after the two of you.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? You’ll get sick! Get back inside!” You scolded him gently, crouching down to his level. 

“I made you this, as a thank you” he held out the piece of paper with his drawing, clearly of the three of you and his snowman.

“This is beautiful, Jackie. You should become an artist one day” 

“I want to be a knight!” 

“You can be both” you smiled, “Now get back inside before your mother finds us and tells us both off. I don’t know about you but I don’t want a smacked bottom” 

“You’re right. See you soon!” He ran off back towards his parents. 

You stood back up and showed the picture to Arthur, feeling your heart melt when he smiled at the picture. 

“Let’s have one. Please. Please, please, please” he begged, tugging on your coat like a kid.

“I’ll think about it” you smiled slyly, walking past him into your cabin, leaving the big tough cowboy a big smiling mess. He followed you inside and pinned the picture to the door, staring at it with the biggest grin. You slid your arms around him, putting your head on his shoulder, looking at the picture with him. 

“I thought about it” 

Arthur looked down at you with a smirk, “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah. Let’s have one”

[heckinhacker]

Day 2: Hugs - Saeyoung Choi.

Saeyoung looked at me unsurely as I played this goddamned game. We both knew how bad I handled horrors, but I promised myself I’ll fight with this fucking Ayuwoki, plus my brother and best friend always tease me with “HEE HEE” in ayuwoki way just to mess around. It’s okay, of course, but I can show them. - Honey, you’re sure you want to do this? Maybe let’s put something less- - SHH. Can’t you remember it hears you? - I whispered, looking at my red-haired boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows. When I looked at him, Seven gulped loudly looking at the computer screen, while I just “psh”ed. - Oh, yeah, sure, you won’t get me, not this time, not today! Since, I! Klaudia-! - KLAUDIA SERIOUSLY WATCH OUT-! And jumpscare. With this Michael Jackson’s-be-like-monster jumped with this way too long animation of screaming and screen shaking, I screamed with it, way too loudly, almost jumping at poor Saeyoung and hugging myself into his chest. Oh, I missed one funny point - he screamed too, loudly, almost in high-pitch, as he squeezed me in his arms he was panting quietly. - Klaudia...this game fucking sucks. - I know, I know...shit. - You suck at horror games. I love you, but you do. - I know, Lu. - Want to play Slenderman? You’re good at Slenderman. Or try to fight FNAF? Or we’ll try to play something like Outlast? You’d like that? - ...Yeah. Remember that I’ll be screaming. Loudly. Anyway. - I know, it’s funny. - Oh come on, Saeyoung! - Lololol, what come on? We both know it’s entertaining seeing you scream as loudly because of silly game. - You know you screamed too? - Turn on this FNAF, pussy. - Ooooohhhh now you started it. You think I’m a pussy, huh? Yeah? We’ll see who’s a pussy when I’ll get my hands on your sides- - Nononono Klaudia don’t you dare- AH! NO! AHAHAH NO STOP! - he started to laugh uncontrollably as I tickled his sides. We weren’t offending each other seriously, it was just ‘friendly teasing’. When I noticed tears in his eyes I stopped. He took a deep breath and gently nudged my shoulder with his fist. - You’re an ass. - Your favourite ass.~ - You betcha! I’ll start the game. We decided to play FNAF, since Slenderman was not scary for me anymore and I know Outlast way too perfectly since it was my best friend’s favourite series of horror and we played it a few times together. FNAF two was scary enough for me, with every jumpscare I found myself jumping too, groaning after. Saeyoung chuckled, looking at me when I stood up. - Where ya going? - Toilet. I’ll be right back, give me a moment. - Think about me when you’re there! - LU! And off I went. When I was back, I saw Choi sitting in my chair, comfortably, grinning and winking at me. - Want to sit on my lap? - I’m heavy. - I won’t be having that, Klaudia. You can sit and play, meantime we cuddle and you’ll survive the night. - You’re a dork. - I hesitantly sat on his legs, in which he answered with wide smile, getting his arms around my tummy. I felt more relaxed right away, I made a few nights, which made me and ‘Luciel’ cheer with happiness. It was waaaayyyy past midnight, and it was night five, one of the hardest parts. I tried to remain calm. I felt Saeyoung’s heart beating on my back, knowing he’s tensed up as much as I am. 1 am was extreme already, and surviving will be hella hard. 2 am. 3 am. 4 a- SCREEEAAAAM! And with cursed Foxy’s scream, we both jumped too, me curling up in my boyfriend’s lap, while he whimpered and held me to himself protectively, murmuring some ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck! fuck this game!’ under his nose. He sighed after he glared at “game over” screen, groaning. He held me close to his furiously beating chest, while I was taking deep breaths and was coughing, damn you “maybe-asthma-attack”. I was close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat calming down with mine. We both were taking deep breaths until he just petted my shoulder. - Let’s go to sleep. - Ye… - We’ll cuddle before falling asleep. I’ll leave a lamp on. -...Thanks. For bearing with me. - As I said. I love playing horror games with you. - Dork. - Your dork. - Mine dork. I booped his nose, then kissing it. I stood up from his knees, waiting for him to follow. He turned his PC off, walking to bedroom with me, sticking himself to my back. “Cannot you wait?” “ Nah, I want to cuddle now, I won’t let you go for foreverrrrrrr.~” “ Dummy.”

[dick-g-ayson]

I couldn't resist, so here we go. If you're still taking prompts, "Join Me" for JayKon - I keep thinking bed-sharing (maybe nightmares?) and the cute kind of awkwardness. ❤️

Okay, @red-bri we discussed these at length and I am going to do both, so have some fluffy bed-sharing before the angst.

This went a bit longer than I expected, and not quite the way I envisioned, but I like it none the less. 😊

Warm light filtered in through wide open windows. Soft late evening late casting everything in a purple haze, street noise a quiet hum in the background. A quiet peaceful afternoon.

Too bad Conner couldn't enjoy a second of it.

Another round of sneezes, followed by the loud honk of a nose being blown, broke the peacefulness of the day, as Conner blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time. His nose was bright red, and dry, his chest hurt when he breathed. Every time he tried to take a deep breath he ended up in a coughing fit.

If Tim and the others didn't get this mess figured out soon, he was going to throw himself out of the Tower and end his own misery.

"Ah-ah-ACHOO!"

"Bless you!"

Conner let his head drop back against the back of the couch, looking to see who had spoken.

He felt his heart stop for a moment, before beating again hard. For once, since this whole "no-powers, you're human now bitch + Haha you're sick too!", mess had started, Conner was glad the fever had given him a flush all over. Otherwise Jason would have seen the blush that spread across his face, and down his neck.

"Jeez, I'm s'prised y'didn't blow th'roof offa this place."

Conner just blinked at him through the haze of his fever, watched as he walked further into the communal floor. There was a slight hitch in his step. 'His knee must be acting up.'

"Although if what Timmers tells me is true, you couldn't even take the Baby-Bat right now."

Conner groaned and let himself slide down the couch, burying his face in a pillow.

"Ugh! I can't believe he told you of all people." He raised his head enough to glare at Jason, who was now standing at the foot of the couch, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. "That why you're hear? To mock me in my hour of pain and misery?"

Jason laughed and Conner buried his face back into the couch, ignoring the pleasant twist in his abdomen, as the rich sound of it washed over him.

"Nah, I try not t'kick a man when he's down."

That got a disbelieving snort out of Conner, muffled as it was.

"Okay, I try not to kick friends when they're down. How's that?" Conner could imagine the eye roll that accompanied that statement.

"More believable at least."

Jason laughed again as he nudged at Conner's foot, "Golly gee, thanks mister. Now, budge up SuperClone. Y'don't need th'whole couch t'yerself."

Conner scowled and kicked out sluggishly when Jason continued to prod at his legs. Not stopping until Conner reluctantly pulled his feet up and twisted his body. He was now leaning on the couch instead of laying on it face first. "God,you are such a dick!"

"Nah, that's m'brother" Jason smirked as he flopped onto the couch. "Betcha y'can breathe easier now though. Cantcha."

Conner scowled, looking away, crossing his arms huffing over his chest.

Jason cackled in response as he kicked his feet up onto the table, crossing his arms behind his head. Letting his eyes drift shut with a satisfied smile.

It was only then that Conner noticed that the other was in casual clothes. A plain dark t-shirt, blue jeans, and boots. It was probably the most casual Conner had ever seen the other man dress. It wasn't a bad look.

"So why are you here?" Conner found himself asking after a few moments of silence.

"Hmm? Oh, Tim asked me t'swing by an' make sure y'weren't workin' y'self to death."

Conner scoffed, "Please, was he looking in a mirror when he said that?"

"Right! I told the little workaholic tha' he was bein' a hypocrite, but the little shit insisted." Jason shrugged his broad shoulders, tilting his head a bit to smirk over at the flustered Clone. "So here I am."

"Joy. I'm touched really, but as you-you can see I'm f-fine." Conner's words dissolved into a coughing fit that had the teasing melting off of Jason's face. He vaulted over the arm of the couch and dissapeared from sight, as Conner fought to get his breathing under control.

The coughing stopped after a minute and Conner was panting like he'd run a marathon, tears in his eyes, and starting to trail down his cheeks.

He opened his eyes to see Jason crouched in front of him glass of water in his hand.

"Here, drink this. Slow."

Conner nodded as he reached for the cool glass with a shaking hand, and Jason didn't release it until Conner had a good grip.

Once he was sure he wasn't going to chug it down, Jason stood and disappeared again.

Conner didn't hear him again for several minutes, when the sound of heavy boots approaching roused him from the light stupor, he had fallen into, while trying to remember how to breathe.

He looked up when Jason stopped in front of him, sitting on the table before the couch. He handed him a tiny cup filled with a dark purple liquid.

"Drink that, too. It'll help wit' th'congestion."

"This shit doesn't work, I'm -"

"Half Kryptonian, blah blah." Jason waved a hand, interrupting him. "Tha's th'half that's bein' suppressed, so right now you," he reached over and poked Conner in the forehead. "Are all human. And good humans take their meds. Now drink up, or do I gotta make ya?"

Conner scowled as Jason continued to smirk at him, shaking the little cup obnoxiously.

He relented with a roll of eyes, taking the cup and downing it in one shot. The bitter black cherry flavour hits the back of his throat and makes him cough again.

"Dude! I thought you said this was supposed to help?"

"It does when y'drink it like a normal person." Jason laughed as he took the cup back, setting it on the table. "Come on, up y'get. You're goin' t'bed t'sleep."

Conner tucks his feet up onto the couch with him, pulling the blanket he had been using tight around himself. His voice is almost child like, when he asks, "Why can't I just sleep out here."

"Because ev'ry Titan knows it's impossible t'sleep on the communal floor. Y'get tired out here, but y'can't actually fall asleep." Jason pushed himself off the table and stood hands on his hips, as he stared down at the sick and grumpy man before him. "Now you gonna get up on yer own?"

"What are you gonna do if I don't? Carry me?"

The smirk that Jason gives him is almost predatory in it's eagerness. "If I have to."

'He wouldn't dare, there's no way.'

Conner opens his mouth before he can stop himself. If he's asked later what made him say it, he's gonna blame the fever.

"Prove it."

Jason grin widens and he moves without hesitation. And for the first time, Conner can see why people fear the Red Hood. He moves easily, not as fluid as Dick and Tim, but still with effortless grace and power, and he can't help but choke silently at it, losing his breath for a moment.

Although that may also be from the shoulder digging into his gut, as Jason leans down, grabs one arm, and lifts. Conner rises off the couch easily, as if he weighed nothing.

"If y'thought I wasn't gonna take th'chance to flip a Super over m'shoulder, ta spare your dignity. Y'were dead wrong."

"Jason! Put me down!" Conner tried to push off Jason's back, but he found his arms almost like noodles. "Did you put a sedative in the cough syrup!?"

"Course not." Jason just patted the back of his thigh. "It's just extra strength, and since yer not used ta takin' meds, it's hittin' ya a bit harder. That's all."

"You-you villain!"

"Guilty!"

Conner continued to spout insults and snark into the small of Jason's back, as he was carried down the hall to the teams individual rooms. Only really paying attention when he realized Jason had walked into his room.

He looked up at the taller vigilante, as he was dropped unceremoniously onto his bed. "How'd you know where my room was?"

Jason shrugged not meeting his gaze for a second, "Learned th'layout of yer teams Tower awhile ago." There was a guilty look on his face as he refused to look at Conner.

Conner blinked as he tried to get his thoughts in order, everything was starting to feel like cotton balls in his head. "Why would...oh! Oh right....umm, sorry?"

Jason looked at him then, it was an oddly fond look. "What're you apologizin' for? I'm the one that came back messed up and hurt people what didn't deserve it."

Conner opened his mouth to argue the point, that it wasn't completely his fault, but a wave ofc Jason's hand cut him off.

"Anyway, tha's'in th'past now. Present issue, is tha'you," he leaned forward and shoved gently at Conner's shoulders pushing him back onto the bed. "Need some Z's, if y'wanna kick this cold y'have goin' on."

"I'm fine, Jay honest." He tries to get his arms underneath him, to at least lean on his elbows, but Jason just grabs his ankles, and still with that same smirk, pulls him further down the bed, so he's laid out flat. "What the-"

"Now, now, language."

"Were you born this much of an asshole, or is it something every Robin learns?"

Jason laughs loud and full, and Conner can't help chuckling in response, even if it makes his chest tight.

"Would y'believe me if I'said it was both?"

"With you? Yes. Totally believable. Now are you gonna let me up?"

"Nope."

"Jaaaayy..."

"Quit your whining, Kon." Conner hears the thunk of boots hitting the floor and raises his head just in time to watch Jason drop onto the bed next to him.

He throws one leg over Conner's closest leg, effectively pinning him to the bed.

"Wh-what're-"

"Doin'? Keepin' ya company." He grabs a book that Conner now realizes he must have placed there earlier. Probably when he went to get the cold meds. "Ya mind?"

"Uh, oh no, no! I don't mind at all." Conner blushes, and he's positive that it's visible over the flush of the fever, but Jason doesn't comment on it. Just adjusts his leg, and settles further against the headboard, smirk smoothing out into something gentler.

"Alrigh' then."

They settle into a companionable silence and it's not long until Jason feels a weight settle against his hip. A quick glance down shows him exactly what he expects, Conner passed out, using his hip asxa pillow.

He reaches down with one hand, smoothing some of Conner's hair away from his face, feeling the heat rising of his skin.

He removes his hand and pulls his phone carefully out of a thigh pocket and sends an update to Tim. He drops it on the bed on his other side and settles back in to watch and wait. And make sure whatever this is doesn't kill the Clone.

Once Tim and the others find a cure for this, he and the Outlaws may have to go pay Luthor a visit, and show him just why it's a bad idea to go after someone he cares about.