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Kinktober day 4

Logan Howlett + Omegaverse

Feral mutants? Feral mutants. Readers based on a coyote, because I like coyotes, and it feels funny. For once, the reader is on the scrawny short side. I had to look up coyote and wolf behaviours for this, and I still feel like I didn’t do well. My version of omegaverse amongst feral mutants, enjoy.

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Logan had been living amongst the pack of wolves for who knew how long. When one lived in the woods, as far away from civilization as they could get, you had a tendency to lose track of time. You noticed the passing seasons, only based on the fact that the pack would migrate to better areas, and that pups would be born. What Logan did notice, was the other feral mutant who’d edge at the borders of his pack’s territory.

Everyone knew that the whole alpha beta omega hierarchy was bullshit when it came to wolves or other animals. But for mutants, it was very real, only feral mutants though. For the most part it didn’t mean anything, only a certain feral edge to the feral mutant, even when integrated into society. But putting two together, could cause problems along the way.

Logan had always prided himself on having a steady mind and having patience, at least when it came to living amongst his pack far away from human stresses. But that stupid feral, the one that reeked of coyote instead of wolf, was getting on his nerves. Especially with how they dragged their alpha scent up against the same trees Logan would mark, as if taunting him.

Logan may have been an omega, but that in no way made him weak, that much was clear with just how much of a heavy hitter he was. His usual patience amongst his pack was hanging on a thread though, and when he finally caught that stupid loner feral marking up the spot logan had just marked, then he saw red.

The other feral was younger than Logan, at least he appeared to be, or maybe that was just his mutation. He wasn’t as hairy, not as muscular, more on the lithe nimble side which made him fast. Which made you fast. The circles you ran around logan, nipping at his sides and thighs, jumping away quicker than he could snap back at you, it was all a game.

It was only when you two had travelled deeper into what Logan registered as your territory that he realized what you had done, or at least he thought so. Logan was used to most wanting to pick a fight, so that was what he got ready for, unsheathing his claws and barring his teeth with a feral snarl. The mutant was left confused though, as instead of charging at him with the intent to kill, you just jumped close, nipped at him some more, and jumped back.

Logan wasn’t really sure what to do with that. Maybe hed spent too much time around people, or maybe he was just too old, but having a young buck like you showing such clear interest was new. Logan had had many partners over the years, don’t get him wrong, but no one quite like you. No one as deeply intertwined in their own feral side as he was, at least nobody that wasn’t an enemy.

But Logan also wasn’t gonna act on what was stirring inside him, without knowing how present you were mentally. He knew from experience that some mutants just withdrew into their mind for their own safety, letting their bodies carry on without them being present. You did seem a little confused when Logan sat back on his haunches, staring you down.

“I’m Logan” he finally grunted out, at least wanting to confirm that you understood. You seemed uncomfortable with talking, having most likely been alone for a long time, but relief did fill his system when you replied back, giving your own name.

Getting down onto your stomach, you start dragging yourself towards him, like a more submissive gesture that you wanted to get closer, you wanted him. So, what if some didn’t like omegas that were bigger and stronger than them, you were a man of refined taste, and Logan was the most delicious omega you had ever seen. Plus, hed allowed all your games for so long, if he had really wanted you gone you would be.

Neither of you really liked talking much, instead just relying on the cloying scents hanging in the air, only growing thicker and headier with time as you finally got up between Logans thighs, your sharp canines digging into the strong muscle of it. It was more a request than anything, and had you had a tail you would have been wagging up a storm, as Logan finally huffed and gave a grumble, before rolling onto his front. There wasn’t much presenting in his position, but you really hadn’t expected that from a guy like Logan either, so you didn’t mind.

As you bit your way up Logans thighs, you finally put your jaws into it, lapping up the droplets of blood that escaped before the bites healed back up again. There wasn’t much need for talk in a situation like this, the only noises you cared about were the ways Logan groaned as you buried your face between his cheeks, lapping at whatever you could reach.

Unlike popular belief, omegas didn’t create slick. You guys were just people, with a little bit of extra. So, it wasn’t like Logan was gonna start slicking up and start popping out pups just because you fucked him. Hell, you didn’t even have a knot, if your dick started growing like that you’d start fearing for your health. So really, the whole secondary gender thing for feral mutants didn’t matter much, outside of some changes in pheromones, hormones, and different preferences. You could easily live normal lives without being an alpha or omega posing any problems.

It was most likely the fact that you two had been up here, far away from everything, that had driven you both into such an instinct fuzzy frenzy, your claws digging into the meat of Logans thighs to hold him still, as he snapped his teeth at the air and growled, grinding back against you.

Neither of you had the patience to work Logan open with your fingers, the pitch of Logans noises letting you know that the older mutant didn’t have all day. So, with a few extra wet swirls of your tongue, you finally pulled back, almost clambering up onto his back.

You were skinnier than him, and much less hairy, but it just made it feel extra good as you glued your chest against his spine, your own puffed growls against his ear as you ground against him. Logan gave another growl, one of his hands reaching back to grab onto your hair and wrenching your head to the side, a snapped “get on with it bub” leaving him, voice thick and dangerous.

And who were you to deny him his request. It took some fumbling with your hips to find where it needed to go, since you didn’t want to unwrap your arms from his torso, hands too busy fondling his hairy pecs. Logan groaned as you finally pushed inside, shoving his hips back against yours to make you hurry up, he wasn’t scared of a little pain.

As you bottom out, Logan could at least appreciate one thing about alphas. They may not have knots, or some kind of powerful alpha voice, but shit were they big, and by god did he like being full, something hed blame on his omega needs.

It may have been cold out, but neither of you could feel it, as your bodies moved in rough desperate ways. The forest floor was torn up by Logans claws as he huffed and groaned, the many clearly not one to just moan for no reason. You on the other hand was struggling, face buried against the back of his neck as you panted and keened. You truly were a greenhorn against a seasoned professional, your lesser experience clear in your quickly depleting stamina.

Had it been any other time Logan might have taunted you a little bit. Maybe a few jokes about you not being able to keep up, but right now he just found himself growling that you couldn’t give it to him as hard as he wanted it. Part of it could probably be blamed on his adamantium skeleton and healing factor, but there was also part of you that was trying to be careful. Both for him, but also to keep yourself from finishing to face.

It was damn near impossible, you almost wanted to cry. He was so tight and hot inside, his growls and scent driving you mad. You wanted nothing more than to bite into his neck and mark him as yours, even if you both knew it didn’t really matter in the long run as your healing factors to wipe away any mark or scars you left. It didn’t keep you from licking at your teeth though, your entire body shaking weakly, trying to keep yourself from tumbling over the edge.

You didn’t stand a chance, as Logan seemed to be able to sense or smell just how close you were. So, like the asshole he was, Logan put more energy into his hips, rolling them back against you until you were keening into his neck, hips stuttering and shaking as you mumble out warbled apologies.

Falling limp against his back, you felt not worth your salt. You had tried to entice him for so long, and here you were bursting not even five minutes in, he must be annoyed with you. Count you surprised when Logan makes you pull out, only to flip you onto your back and sit right back down on you, his grin cocky and dominant in ways you just couldn’t match. “don’t worry, pup, we will work on that” he growled, the noise coming from deep in his chest, as he started bouncing in your lap.

One of his rough hands wiped away your tears of overstimulation, looking almost like he was pitying you for picking a fight you just couldn’t win. Hed have you up to par in no time, don’t you worry.

[twodimecastle]

fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Family Drama

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Daddy Kink, Swearing, Angsty, Infertility, Bullying

A/n:wow so this has been written for about three weeks, I honestly was never going to post it , a little to close to home ,but wrighting it made me feel better and it might make someone else feel better abput certain topics, this was hard to write but I do hope you enjoy it

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​

You introduce your new boyfreind to your family  but a spiteful sister tries to ruin what you and Henry have.

Family Drama

You were nervous. You'd been in a relationship with Henry for four months now but had kept it quiet, wanting to have a stong relationship before letting the media know. Especialy now that that it had been leaked that he was going to be playing Superman  again he seemed to be under more media scrutiny.That being said you'd both let your family closest to you know that you were seeing people. But for you you'd only told your mum she knew how you'd met and she knew he was an actor but that was it. Not that you didnt trust her because you did two peas in a pod no it you'd left out his surname so that she couldnt let it slip to your older sister. Your very jealous ,entitled ,narrsasistic older sister. The problem was that you'd been invited to your brothers yearly birthday bbq in a few days. You hadnt mentioned it to Henry yet worried it was too soon for all the family drama that could correction would come of it. You sighed sitting in his living room snuggling with kal as henry took a shower hed just come back from a run determined to get in better shape for his new role kal lounged across you reciveing a veriaty of hugs and kisses. Henry entered the living room in a loose shorts and tshirt damp hair hanging low on his forhead. Taking a seat next to you pullingnyour legs and kal to rest on his legs one hand stroking your calf his smiled faltered when he took in your thoughtfull face.

"You ok hun?" He said as his brow furrowed you leaned your head back on the sofa looking at him running your hand casually through kal's fur.

"Its my brothers birthday this weekend he's having a bbq" you heaved a big sigh as he listened intently as you  continued

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to go or not it might be to early for that" you mumbled more to yourself than anything. His eyes widened as he realized what you were getting at. you'd told him about your family how you and your mum were super close and one of a kind, you got on well with your brother Dean fine having shared interests. Then there was your sister Camille,  your both very different people and you found it hard to get along with her ,bottom line is she was the youngest spoilt princess untill you were born 10 years after her and she never forgave you for it. He nodded to you knowing how hard it was between the both of you.

"I'd love to go I've been thinking of asking to meet your family, I know we decided to take is slow but I love you and this is the real deal." He said relaxing and worrying you at the same time.

"Really? You don't mind? Even though you know theres going to be drama? and my nieces and nephews are probably going to call you superman?" since dating him you thought it'd be a good idea to watch a few of his films and could kick yourself for not recognising him from a few. He squeezed your leg reasuringly "I dont mind I want you know I'm there for you and I love you"  he said leaning over kal kissing you lightly before ushering him off so he lie over you as the kiss got heated resulting in him resting between your thighs as he rocked deliberatly against you before running kisses down your neck.

"How do you feel about showing up to the party with a few of my marks?" You giggled at that slapping his arm lightly.

"You know sometimes I wonder when my shy sweet man turned into a horndog?"  resting over you on his hands leaning in stealing kisses before sucking deep marks on your neck nudging your tshirt to the side leaving another between your neck and collar bone you moaned lightly as he rubbed against your mound chuckling into your shoulder.

"Sounds like I'm not the only horndog" he said grinding harder against you letting you feel him hardening you pouted.

"Hey don't steal my thunder" he leaned up off you before pulling of his top. No matter how many times you saw him he still took your breath away especially since he was determined to bulk up more befor filming. Your heat clenched in anticipation as he made a show of flexing his muscles throwing away his tshirt. He wasted no time tugging the bottom of your shirt over your head dragging your sports bra with it leaving  his eye blown wide as he  drank in the sight of you bare before him. Licking his lips as he dived in kissing and suckling at your breast then teasingly rolled your nipples between his teeth, you bucked up into him moaning making him groan low in his chest your smugness didnt last long tho as he flipped you over onto your knees below him leaning forward you grabbed the arm of the sofa for leverage. You loved how he could manoeuvre you any way he liked. You giggled then slid back rubbing your ass along his prominent bulge then made small circular motions tormenting him as you rocked forward and back he hissed grabbing your hips holding you still against him befor a heavy palm slapped your ass.

"Little brat" he growled then ran his fingers against your slit as your enterance wept in anticipation,  you gripped arm of the sofa tighter between your fingers moaning loud as he continued teasing your wet opening. He arched over you chest flat against your back and used one hand to pull your hair tilting your head back the other tore your shorts and panties down your thighs.

"Think you can tease me and get away with it missy?" He grunted in your ear leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck biting hard and sucking again as he shimmied his shorts down just enough to pull out his cock rubbing his weeping head against your clit tapping it harshly making you squeel as your arousal seeped onto him  you cried out as he drew lines along your pussy lips he pushed forward nugding the fat head of his cock to your opening teasingly withdrawing before repeating the movement moveing deeper.

"Fuck please Henry please dont tease I'm sorry" you gasped out when he kissed your cheek and pushed in to you slowly savouring the feel of your walls clench him tightly sucking him in deeper you always felt imposibly full as his hips rested flush against you the head of his cock resting snug against your cervix you moaned out loud when he began rocking the veins on his cock massaged your walls with delicious friction he leaned back hand still pulling your head back. Before grinding against your clit and curving his hips forceing you to arch your back following his movment up you grunted out a moan.

"Ready baby?" You nodded using what little slack he had given you on your hair. "Fuck yes oh god please" you whined looking back up at him eyes glazed over he pulled his hips back snapping them forward not hesitating he set a brutal pace driving you wild.

"Fucking little tease! You think its a good idea to tease daddy?" You whined at the back of your throat shaking your head as he spanked you again

"I asked you a question bratt!" You cried out as his palm struck you again

"N-no daddy I'm sorry daddy please please let me cum please" he grunted out a laugh at your desperate plee you hissed at the slight pain of him bumping against your cervix. He released your hair choosing to wrap his fingers around your throat tight enough to restict your pants pausing he set one foot flat on the floor and pulled you back towards him with one hand then returned to his punishing pace, with every thrust tilting his hips up slightly the new angle made you see star as he was brushing your swollen clit.

"God you take me so well baby girl fuck your still so tight" you opend your mouth in a silent scream tucking your head down as you trembled your pussy clamping down on him uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck I'm close so close" he breathe down your back moving his hand down between your legs to flick at your clit harshly pinching it that was all it took you squeeled loud as you came around him in violent tremors thrusting into you before holding still grunting loud as he peaked inside of you grinding against you determined to make your joint orgasms last, you whimpered as you felt him pour into you, both heaving deep breaths. He breathed out a laugh releasing you patting your hip as he sat down dragging your limp body onto his lap relaxing and pulled your panties back up over your hips keeping his seed smeard against you for as long as he could, you'd found that he was quite a possesive man and was  throughly turned on knowing he was smeard between your thighs. He turned your face kissing you passionately before running his hand down your neck smirking Traceing the three love bites he had left two on yout neck one above the other and the thrid on your collar bone you smiled giggling at him when he picked you up heading towards the bedroom knowing that there was atleast one more round instore today and probably a few more tonight.

You rung your hands together today was the day you'd let your family know that you were bringing someone to the bbq your mum was thrilled to finally put a face to the man who'd made you so happy, Dean seemed happy that you'd found someone and Camille, well she was less than thrilled she prefered that you'd remain single so she could rub her new husband and son in your face and make offhanded comments about how you'd never find a husband like she had. Not that you wanted what she had, a childish husband that refuses to get a job to provide for his family and was creeepy enough to make your skin crawl. He was a boy you wanted a man.You sighed checking your phone again Henry was supposed to pick you up but had to take a call about delays to the filming schedule now you were going there with your mum and Henry was going to arrive a little late. You forced a smile as your mum pulled up beside you quickly leaving your house warnkng your babies to be good. She noticed you were a little tense.

"Whatever happens just remember he loves you Y/n and he is there for you" you nodded

"I know I'm just nervous I hope you like him" she smiled before pulling away from the curb

"I've seen how happy he makes you trust me I'll love him" she reassured you in only a way a mother could. Then raised an eyebrow at your neck you blushed as you knew what she was looking at.

"Not sure how your brothers going to react to his baby sister smothered in those" you groaned leaning back into the seat as she laughed

"Didn't think of that... it was his idea and I can't exactly stop him or want to if I'm Honest" she snorted at that. It was a short drive to Dean's house you were greeted by an entourage of excited nieces and nephews quickly wrestling each of them for kisses and cuddles before following them into the garden as they made a bee line to the trampoline you heard a scoff.

"Thought you were bringing someone? I was quiet looking forward to meeting your mysterious other half" dripping with sarcasm you ignored her and sat down across from her calling out a greeting to Dean who was cooking at the built in bbq he waved the spatular.

"He had to take a call about rearranging the flights" you replied not wanting to ignore her completly and rock the boat already. You felt eyes on you and realised that your sister in law had clocked onto your neck.

"Oh someones been getting it, I'm looking forward to meeting him you've been together what three months?" she teased plafully you got on well with her and was closer in age. You blushed beet red befor pulling out your phone as you recived a text it was Henry telling you he was 10 minutes away turn out he was just being told his new flight dates you smiled and left it on the table. You nodded at her Camille sneered but caught herself plastering a kind looking smile.

"Yeah I dont understand why you kept it quiet. Your not embarrased of him are you?" She asked bitingly you frowned as you poured yourself a lemonade sipping it collecting yourself before answering

"No I'd never be embarrassed of him. But we thought we would take it slow and see where it goes befor diving right in" she chuckled sipping her drink as you said his name.

"He's an actor isn't he? so what is he one of those actors that works on indie films? Or a proper actor? would I have seen him in anything? is one of those 'actors' always in the background" You growled a little as she laughed then you smirked at this looking at her scrawny husbands arms both covered in dc sleeve tattoos Camille may not recognise him but her husband definatly would.

"Yeah maybe ,he has been in quite a few things, tv show and some big blockbusters." You leaned forward drinking a few mouthfuls to hide a smirk ,today you were going to finally shut her up the greatest revenge for all her years of tearing you down was proving her wrong. She had spent so long since you grew up knockjng you back drummjng into you that no one would ever want you that it had caused a few problems with Henry in the beginning,  it had taken a lot of convincing but finally you were happy and confident that someone did want you and he was incredible. Today was the day you could be a little smug.

"Well he can't be that big of a deal if he is with you now can he?" She giggled hoisting her son up onto her lap coddling him, you frowned.

"Well he is working on a big one now, a sequel" she snorted again taking a sip of her wine.

"Really?" You clenched your fists in irritation wanting to defend your man

"Yes he works for dc" her husband looked up smiling

"Really? Dc comics?" You smiled leaning back knowing his intrest would push her buttons you nodded.

"Yeah not sure how much I can say tho, but thats what the phonecalls are about today, something came up with one of his costars so they have had a change in the dates he is just getting the new flight details" he nodded smileing you could see he was excited tdying to think of who it was, you wont say you want it to be a shock as childish as that was, you had a good smart god of a man and you wanted to show him off, rub him in your sisters face. You smiled as Camille started sneering even tho your still nervous your brother came over to the table placing down a large tray of sausages burgers and chicken kababs.

"Wheres your other half?" he said as everyone dug in you smiled accepting a plate off one of you nieces who was diligantly passing them out you quickly caled her as she made to go past you.

"Lotty can I have another one darling?" She nodded confused but still handed you one. You turned to your brother

"He'll be here in a minute, he had a work thing that couldn't wait." He nodded "Wana explain them before he gets here?" He nodded to your neck teasing you as he piled his plate. You blushed

"Uh haha well we got a little carried away after his workout this morning....I'd rather not say more then that." You said quietly helping yourself to a burger and some salad. He smirked at you ruffling your hair

"Finally growing up eh? Just be safe" You slapped his had away with a quiet fuck off the banter was cut short as your sister scoffed.

"Be safe not like shes gonna get pregnant" you stopped smileing hurt by the comment as she chose that moment to hug her eighteen month old son, it was true you couldnt but she didn have to be such a bitch about it, she saw you as less of a woman now, her view was a woman wasnt a true woman if she did not have children, an ideal that she had spent her whole life wrapped around a desperate need for a baby and somehow she was better than you because she had a baby and you were never going to, and never missed a chance to remind you that you'd never be 'complete' as she puts it, never find someone who'd stay with you when they found out children was not an option for you, it had been confirmed you pretty much couldn't have kids there was the a very very very slim chance youd ever conceive, so low youd been told to think of yourself as barren and in the miracle that you did fall pregnant  you probably wouldnt carry to term, since then she had made sure to beat you down with it, it was still a fresh wound a difficult thing for any woman to accept but your not even in your thirties which somehow made it even worse, not that you planned any kids, you actually never wanted them it was always 'maybe one day' but there is a difference between choosing not to have them and being told you can't.

"Why the fuck have you gotta bring that up like that for?! Stop being such a bitch about it!" Your brother came to your defence she slid back cradeling the toddler smugly. Suddenly any argument brewing was halted by the door bell you shoke your head making to move but moved faster when you heard a loud array of shouts and yells of excitment from the house your eyes bugged out as your older nephews ran out of the back door dragging Henry behind them.

"Look look its Superman! Dad dad look he knows aunty Y/n" Silence fell across the table as the kids made a fuss over Henry who was starting to chuckle nerously.Your brother in law gapped at Henry dropping his fork your brothers wife rose her eyebrows then tilted her head nodding saying 'you did well' Camille was just blinking, she looked broken .

"Oi what have I told you about opening that front door to strangers?" Your brother broke the silence scolding his son david who replied naively.

"But hes not a stranger,  its Superman, hes not bad, he's a good guy." 

"Hey babe turns out I was only 5 away." He chuckled as david watched in awe as 'superman' leaned in and kissed you on the lips then held his hand out to Dean. "Im Henry ,sorry I'm late-" he snapped his head down as david and tyson clambered around him pulling at his top a little

"Oh my god auty y/n are you dateing superman!?!"

"Are is he gonna be our uncle? Are you going to marry her?"

"Can you take me flying? What does it feel like?"  Henry chuckled at the boys as they practically vibrated with excitement. Henry nodded down at the boys

"Well boys we aren't getting married yet but we are dating, but I dont think your mum will like me flying around with you yet, maybe when your older?" they smiled at Henry then continued asking him tonnes of questions soon all of the kids were surronding him you smiled apologetically but he just laughed answering all their questions, playing along for them not wanting to upset them after a few mineuts the excitment died down and they were ushered back to the smaller table to have lunch by their parents, he rubbed the back of your neck quickly reassuring you before stopping near your brother who shrugged.

"Sorry about the kids..."

"Its perfectly fine,I get it all the time ...I'm just happy I've made a good impression on some of y/n family at least, sorry for being late I had to reschedule a few flights and stuff" they shook hands.

"Dean her brother, and don't worry about it works work and its good your serious about it, a better first impression than some" he replied casting your sisters hunsband a look that no one missed as Henry sat down beside you placeing an arm across your shoulders. Kissing the side of your head.

"So you gonna introduce me love?"  He asked motioning around the table everyone Camille release her husbands hand batting at him as he reached out for her thrusting her son at him then placed one hand in her lap and leant over the table holding out her hand as if he should kiss it giving him sultry eyes trying to entice him.

"Im Camille y/n's older sister" she said fluttering her eyelashes at him you tensed knowing what she was doing. Henry grasped her offered hand and shook it. Causing your mum to snort a laugh into her glass and others to chuckle. Camille has done this before, the only other serious relationship you had ended cos of arguments about how he acted with her, tho back then she wasn't married.  Pulling back Henry smiled at her and casually ran his fingers across your lovebite riddled neck, then pulled you in placing another kiss to it making you giggle pushing him away, but he fought a little capturing your hands kissing your palms. You smiled as she clenched the hand he shook into a fist before lowering it beside her plate. Henry was a master of posessive gestures but she had got the message

"Nice to meet you. And this is your husband?" He said politely charming voice. She bristled as she watched him tuck you into his side leaning back watching as her husband shook his hand and started kissing his ass, she slumped back huffing and levled her man with a look making him sit back and let you finish introduceing him to everyone happy that your man had your back.

"So the kids called you Superman? I dont think I've seen your version, I'm sure I'd have remembered seeing you in a tight suit" she dropped her voice and twiddled with her straw her husband gulped

"I have been trying to get you to watch it with me but you said you don't do nerdy shit" he spoke upand you giggled as she gapped flstered, Henry just smirked tugging holding your leg beneath the table patting it softly as you tensed.

"Well thats a shame tho I know that heros aren't evenyones thing, But yes I've played superman in man of steel and soon we will be filming Batman vs Superman so I'm excited for that"  you giggled

"And I for one am definitely looking forward to that" he laughed out loud poking your side

"And I wonder why?" You giggled at him

"Well I'm looking forward to getting the bed to myself for a few weeks" he shook his head

"Like you sleep on the bed? Babe you sleep on top of me I dont think youve touched the mattress...wait scratch that I know you have~" you stuttered as the others rolled their eyes chuckling you slaped his arm lightly as he joined in wriggling his eyebrows at you, you noticed from the side of your eye Camille moved closer to him, leaning over the table fluttering her eyes and squeezing her chest to show off her assets, you cringed biting your lip as he gave her a smile and cleared his throat look then cast his gaze to you, you must have taken his smile as the wrong way as you looked down he sighed moving his hand up your thigh then leaned in to you whispering in your ear

"And this is why you should have let me cum in your panties before you left, it would have been a reminder that you are mine, the only one for me, but I suppose we will just have to remember next time" he parted from your ear with a quick but very noticable nip on your ear lobe you shuddered blushing bright red looking at him bashfully before he plucked a cherry tomato from your plate winking as he popped it in his mouth.

"So your stepping into the role again? can't wait for that?" Your brother in law said enthusiastically Your sister fumed quietly to herself watching as Henry had snubbed her for you, she didn't know what he had said but it was something that made you embarrassed he wiped his mouth with a napkin as he nodded.

"Yeah filming starts in a few months.... now anyway which reminds me babe you need to sort out your passport" you blinked at him

"What? why?" He grinned at you

"Well I know how much you liked the last suit so I did some talking to the director and you my love have been invited on set for a few weeks....So we need to get your passport sorted I was hopeing to take you with me, they said it'd be fine for you to bunk with me and Kal for a few weeks if your up for it" you furrowed your brows

"You told them I like the suit?! You-really Henry?" He gave you a cheeky grin

"Well I didnt say the words but... he knew what I meant" you gave him a look and sighed shaking your head at him, deep down he was a child

"Seriously their okay with that? You wont mind me on set I mean your going to be busy" He smiled nodding quickly

"Yes Id love to have you there, we do that sometimes have our other halves come over to see us work for a while, youll get to see some of the filming and meet the others, we can spend a few nights in a hotel to if you want you know go about town anyway they gave me to okay so think it over" you smiled nodding makingnhim beam at you.

"You should go! I can take the dogs for a few weeks" your mum added snickering at the face your sister pulled as she thumped her glass down. Henry was was trying to make a point you could tell by the way he lathered you with attention more then usual,unable to keep his hands off of you, always kissing or leaning into you as he spoke with the others around the table. He seemed to get on well with everyone, your mum loved him and Dean seemed to like the his banter he fit in well with you all ,so well he was already going on a fishing trip with your brother in a few weeks, you were relaxed you had expected him to get on with your family and he had been ignoring the way your sister was trying desperately trying to flirt with him beautifuly evading all her little tricks and counteracting  all her digs he seemed to get annoyed  and eventually brought up about her wedding again useing the opportunity and switched talking to her husband who was being a right little fanboy asking for an autograph and gushing over him which pissed her off even more the final straw was when the kids got him with their water guns and found themselves casually tossed in the pool one by one by him and dean both shaking their heads they both pulled off their tops. You watched as everyone raised brows at him you licked your lips as your sister in law leaned in

"Your a lucky bitch you know that?" You both giggled

"Trust me it gets better, you want to see his thighs" she scoffed

"Fuck thighs I want to see his cock, details bitch details!"

"Leathal and addictive" You both laughed loud drawing his attention from his conversation with Dean, he raised an eyebrow at youshaking his head when you both became bright red

"I think our women are being cheeky" he smirked as you both blushed and began giggleing again, Camille was sitting drooling over him as he walked around her to the washing line throwing his and deans tshirts over it, he froze frowning when your sister placed a hand on his torso and moved up to his chest firmly.

"Wow so thats what you were hiding beneath all that?" he cleared his throat nodding then batted away her hand sat back down you grunted wanting to smack her one he stopped you kissing your cheek trying to calm you down.

"But then again you'd have to have muscles to move her about with the extra weight she carries" there were gasps and growls from around the table you froze henry growled a little his eye became cold.

"Well I think a woman should be just that...a woman big or small doesn't matter...Tho personally I'm an ass man  and your sisters is fantastic, isn't that right sweetheart?" You flushed as he rounded the table again then scopped you into his lap wrapping his arms around you under your bust making them rise a little

"And these can't forget them either" you giggled as he quickly stole kisses from you once that little ploy failed she was quiet sulking to herself watching as you and henry kept on slowly picking at the food on his plate conversation flowed nicely, that is until camille spoke up again this time going in for the kill.

"So Henry how do you feel about kids?" She asked everyone around the table stopped. Oh shit here we go.

"Camille!" Your mum warned but it was too late Henry smiled at he placing a hand on your thigh.

"Well its early days we haven't discussed it but I'd love to have kids some day and if everything goes according to plan it will be with y/n" you turned to him sharply dreading. He unknowingly walked into your sisters trap. Your heart broke at his admission and he saw it on your face as he glanced at you. In the background you heard your sister gasping.

"Oh no I'm sorry seeing as you were serious I thought you'd spoke to him." She freighned and apologetic look. It took every once of self control not to fly at her over the table.

"Tell me what?" Henry asked befor his eyes widened. Shit. Here it comes again the talk and enevitable break up. You couldn't have kids plain and simple. And no one wanted a young woman who would never be able to give him a child of his own. You gave one last tearfull look to tyour snake of a sister.

"Your a cruel bitch!" then got up leaving the table Henry right behind you as you got in the kitchen. Sitting down at the table you hung your head low hideing your tears as you knew the best thing to happen to you was about to leave.

"I knew this was a stupid idea" you managed between your sobs as you heard angry voices out side you go to move but he stops you. He leant down infront of you making you look at him.

"Hey it wasn't,no dont worry about them...Come on baby look at me." You shook your head befor quickly having him tuck you into his chest rocking you lightly calming you down. You hugged him tight trying to savour the last little comfort he was going to give you.

"Sweetheart I'm sorry its something we should have talked about Before starting to have sex huh?" He said kissing your head as he tilted your face to look at him smoothing your hair wiping your tears away with his thumb, reaching over you he tore off some kitchen roll before dabbing yout face with it and handing it to you as you unwound your arms from his waist feeling the cold prickles of dread in your stomach. Taking a deep shakey breath you steeled yourself for what was to come. He leaned against the table beside you waiting patiently.

"I.. she did this on purpose Henry love....I love you...B-but I can't have kids, well Its very unlikley....They said its nearly impossible.....I'm sorry so sorry...Youd make a great dad and I want you to know I understand....If its something you really want then we should cut our losses now befor-" you jumped as he growled gripping your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, he was stern, upset and angry. "You are not leaving me. Not over this. I meant what I said in the garden I'd love to have a family someday and if we can't have children of out own then there are other options. God knows that there are hundreds of children in the system that are waiting for loving homes to be adopted into and if we really want to go through the whole nine yards then we can have a surrogate." You gaped at him shaking your head

"Wh-what you dont understand I cant- Im not a true woman! I'm never going to give you-"

"Enough! I dont ever want to hear you say that again! A true woman , of coures you are! Your mine and who cares we can have kids other ways...Children do not make you a true woman or not I love you and we can find a way if we want our own... I suppose Camille  put that stupid thought in your head?"

"Shes right what kind of woman cant-Im broken Henry! How can you be okay with this?" You shrugged unable to continue as you began trying to fighr back sobs still not believing he would stay. He deserves a happy home full of love and family.

"I dont care love" he grabbed you shaking your shoulders a little desperate for you to look him in the eye

"I dont care I fell in love with you, not for the fact you could give me children or not, but your kind and funny and...your my soul mate I.Love.you dont you understand that, I want you no one else and this will make us stonger, you are perfect and you are not broken you my better half and my woman... My stunning, perfect woman Y/n and we are not over,I'm not leaving you and you are certainly not leaving me not over this" you sniffled still confused not fully understanding what was going on. 'Why is he saying this? Why hasn't he left? The others did' you frowned at him

"Wh-what? No yo-you should be angry...Leaving...no one wants a young woman who can't give them children of their own" You mumbled confused at him he sighed again befor loweing down to eye level releasing his grip on your chin and carassed your face lightly you shuddered leaning into him.

"Sweetheart in case you havent realised children isn't the be all and end all for me, we can find another way later down the line, besides you said its very unlikely not impossible and if we decided to try for kids you can bet your ass I will be fucking you full every chance I get! Fuck I might even tie you to the bed for a week or so and that my love is a promise and a threat.. .Really this is my fault we should have spoke about this before starting to have sex I was a little to eager in that respect." You blushed remebering just how eager he was not that he was the only one. He kissed your cheek.

"I love you, so much and I'm planning on being with you for as long as you can stand me" he said before kissing you passionatly pulling you up and sitting you on the table standing between your parted knees he pulled away. 

"You really don't have a problem with it?" He shook his head before attaching himself to you again tangeling tongues holding you tightly against his chest trying to pour all his feelings into you.

"Problem? With the enevitable fuck fest? Babe I'm a man. And like I said if that doesn't work we have options" you smiled tugging him back down giving him a tender kiss that got deeper as he pulled ou forward you heard someone clear their throat making you jump away. Peering around Henry you saw dean standing at the door arms folded you flushed and shrunk.

"So I take it by the way your sucking on my baby sister theres no need for me to,kick the shit outta you?" He asked casually Henry chuckled squeezing your hips holding you still as you tried to shimmy off the table around him.

"No sir, got it all straightened out. Haven't we babe?" You nodded sheepishly

"Good cos I don't feel like having my ass handed to me in front of my own kids...I mean I know I wouldn't win but I'd have to try...being that little twats older brother and all" you smiled at him Henry laughed

"Trust me we are good, just needed to clear the air, you know how she gets always thinking the worst,  a habbit I'm slowly breaking" Dean nodded smileing as you was tucked up in Henry's arm's as he pulled you from the table all three of you snapped your head to the door as you heard a loud cry then heels stomping into the kitchen from the garden, camille was clutching her face supporting a bloodied nose she sneared at you venomously

"Well I hope your fucking happy! Walking in here thinking your better than everyone! He probably isn't even with you! A fucking look alike escort pathetic!" You grit your teeth

"What's pathetic is a fucking married woman jealous of her baby sister! Grow up for fuck sake you are not gods gift! god sake just threw yourself at my boyfriend infront of your whole family including your husband and son" she took a step back looking for a quick escape, you'd never stood up to her like this before.

"You spent years trying to knock me down and for what? Jealousy hatred you know I don't know what I've done you make you hate me but I'm sick of trying to make it up to you, from now on you can go fuck yourself, I spent years looking up to you, wanting what you had but now I see you never had anything not really, it was always someone elses man, someone elses baby to fawn over ,your other halfs cars you had fuck all yourself and now what you've got isn't fucking worth having so you have to make yourself feel better by stomping all over me the first time I've seen it clear as day your fucking jealous!" She sniffed blinking stunned that you snapped back, you pointed at her face ignoring the way Henry moved to pull you back if you start swinging.

"I've had it, don't ever talk to me again, ever and I truly mean that, we. are. done." She took another step back shocked before screeching.

"What?"

"I mean it, this is the last straw for me, we're done I'm done you tried to sabotage the best thing thats ever happened to me because you hate the idea of me somehow out doing you. Fuck you. As far as I'm concered I have no sister" she looked upset and went to touch you but you flinched away.

"Y/n you can't mean-"

"Your a toxic and childish person Camille, come back when you grow up until then stay the fuck away" she tried blinking back tears, she never expected for you to cut her out of your life, it hurt deep she looked down then quickly made her way past you through the kitchen her husband carrying their toddler behind her looking thoughrly embarassed

"Y/n I'm really sorry-"

"Fuck off, your just as bad! You were made for each other" he sighed glancing at the others in the room before following her out seconds later the front door slammed shut so hard it shook the interior walls. You and dean shared a look turning as your mum who had been by the back door watching walked into the kitched going over to the sink she turnt on the tap running her hand under cold water.

"I don't think we will see her for a while." She said quietly as she stopped the tap "Henry could you pass me the kitchen roll please" he did as he was asked. Dean spoke up in disbelief.

"Did you just smack her?" She shook her head

"No no of course not, you should know by now I punch, that was way out of line and she knew it, then she started mouthing off to me when I told her some home truths having the audacity to try and turn it around playing the victim I've had enough of her shit stirring in this family." You mother said as she placed the kitchen roll on her red knuckles. Dean scoffed out a laugh

"Fucking typical the one time she gets what she deserves and I fucking miss it." You giggle a little. Yeah it was typical. Your mum aproached Henry.

"Im sorry you had to see that ,its not usually this bad... but this was coming for a long time, I don't know whats up with that girl but she doesn't think anyone but her has the right to be happy, everything is a competition , shes spent years putting y/n down and it must have really boiled her piss that y/n has found happiness with a handsome successful man ,she has to be top dog today she learnt she isnt. Henry I can't thank you enough for giving Y/n the confidence she needed to snap back, I've watched that girl tear y/n apart for years and none of us could give her the boost she needed to sort it out but you did." Your mother explained. Henry smiled down at you kissing your head .

"No need to apologise or thank me, y/n warned me but I thought she may have exaggerated, I was caught off gaurd and that was my fault... And we never spoke about children...if we do want them in the future we will find a way" He said sheepishly before pulling you towards him you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you keeping you as close to him as possible. It was then that david came running in. 

"Dad can we have cake now?" Dean nodded to him and ushered you all out into the garden for cake henry sat and dragged you onto his lap kissing the back of your neck lightly as you both dug into your cake.

"You ok now love?" You nodded leaning back on his chest finishing your mouthfull then reaching up you kissed under his jaw.

"Yeah I'm perfect." He ran his nose along the shell of your ear.

"Really? you've had a stressfull day, I think I might have to help you de-stress once we get home." He whispered heatedly you laughed at him as he ran his nose along your neck biting softly.

"Oi loverboy back up thats my baby sister." Dean said waving a fork at you both Henry pulled back a little with a cheeky grin.

"Yes sir, we will keep it pg....untill we get to the car" Dean laughed as the blushed slapping his arm

"Henry no!" He grinned before trapping you in a bear hug shouting

"Henry yes!" Before sucking on your neck making you wriggle trying to squirm away as everyone laughed watching your antics, finally he stopped and kissed your cheek before you both relaxed watching the kids run around hyped on sugar, you leaned back against him as he hummed into the back of your neck giving a quick kiss.That was when it really sunk in that he was still here. He still wanted you. Tears welled in your eyes as you realised it was all going to be ok. You tucked your head in his neck hiding your tears of relief.

"I love you." You mumbled into his chest he wrapped his arm around you tighter resting his face in your hair.

"I love you too" ending with a kiss on your hair looking up he saw your mum and brother looking at him  questioning what was going on he mouthed 'relief' you them and they nodded in understanding as you snuggled into him more.

[taurusjaehyun]

kiss me // j.jh

♦️Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader

♦️Other Members/ Characters: 97 line GC (Eunwoo, Jungkook and Mingyu) + Jihyo of Twice (also a 97 liner)

♦️Genre: smut, fluff,, bf Jaehyun, uni au

♦️Warnings: rough sex, nipple play(?), slight cock warming, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, badly written smut lmao, mentions of RuPaul’s Drag Race bc I’ve been binging on it after Netflix put all the seasons on!!!

♦️Word count: 3,981

♦️Story: Finals are done and you finally have proper time with your boyfriend Jaehyun but he barely pays you any attention. He won’t even give you a kiss you because of a stupid mobile game.

Note: A request by anon for bf!Jaehyun. Also, yeaaah, this isn’t proof read, sorry for the shitty aftercare and the shitty writing in general lol. Tell me what you guys think, please! I’d love feedback so I can improve hehe <3

"Kiss me." You say as you push yourself up closer to your boyfriend’s face, who was currently focused on his phone as he laid next to you in your bed, playing whatever mobile phone game he was addicted to with the guys. It was kind of annoying, really.

 You purse your lips and make kissy sounds, making him chuckle. You roll your eyes at him but he doesn’t notice, because he was too focused on his phone. You couldn’t believe how he’d rather play with his phone and his friends rather than spending time with you, his girlfriend, despite it being a free Sunday for the both of you. Finals were fucking finally over for all of you after the two of you, along with your friends had spent every day studying (more like cramming) to try and ace your tests.

 It was safe to say the two of you hadn’t had sex in a while. Plus, this was your only time alone together after a while as your roommate, Jihyo was on a date with her boyfriend, Eunwoo. Jihyo was a bit anal about you bringing in Jaehyun to your dorm to have sex after she had caught you and Jaehyun fucking a few times (it was more than a few times, honestly). You couldn’t hold it against her because she never had sex with Eunwoo in your dorm. Ever. Or not that you know of.

 You pinch Jaehyun’s side, making him yelp but he barely spares you a glance. You pucker your lips again and make kissy faces at him, trying to annoy him more than anything at this point. Jaehyun tilts his head towards you, eyes still focused on the screen of his phone as he blindly pecks at your face, kissing your nose instead of your lips like you wanted to.

 Feeling annoyed, you grab the phone out of his hands and turn it off. You set his phone on your nightstand, straddle him and cup his cheeks, squishing and pinching it with your hands. His hands automatically make his way to your hips as he looks up with you with a less than pleased expression.

 “I was about to beat Mingyu and Jungkook, you know,” he grunts in annoyance, taking hold of your hands that started to pinch his cheeks painfully. He pulls your hands off his cheeks and intertwines his fingers with yours.

You laugh, “Baby, today’s our free day. You can kill them some other time!” You started to grind your hips against his, testing the waters. You really wanted to take advantage of the time alone you had with the love of your life and do anything and everything you’ve wanted to do for the past few weeks. Also, fucking the built up stress away wasn’t a bad idea.

 Jaehyun watches you, grinding and circling your hips, almost as if he was hypnotized. He bit his lip and gives you a pointed look, “I thought we weren’t allowed to have sex here anymore?”

 You lean back and shrug, “Jihyo isn’t here anyways. What does she know?”

 “Well Jungkook and Mingyu know how important my ranking is in that game to me. And they know I’m here with you.” Jaehyun chuckles, “they’re already probably going off in the group chat that we’re already fucking and you know Eunwoo’s in the chat too.”

 You stop grinding on him, and sighed before blowing a raspberry, “I honestly don’t give a shit. Jihyo knows I’m putting RuPaul’s Drag Race over everything, including you so I could just say I forced you to watch.”

 Jaehyun scoffs and looks at you as if he’s offended, “so you mean to say you finished the season we were watching WITHOUT ME?” He lets go of your hands and holds onto your thighs, squeezing.

 You explode in laughter, knowing well that Jaehyun took offense in it. You both were big fans of the show that you’d do marathons of it together, especially the most recent All Stars season. “Trinity-“

 He puts up a finger to your lips, “ok, spoiler queen. I don’t need to know. I’ll watch it for myself.”

 “No, I’ll tell you right now! Trinity and Monet-“

 Jaehyun puts his hands over his ears, closes his eyes and starts howling, and basically doing every annoying sounds he could produce, just to shut you up.

 You laugh, trying to pull his hands away from his ear, telling him about the finale. Each second he goes on with his act, the more you found it funny so you ended up bellowing in laughter, weak as you fall down on his chest, shoulders shaking.

 Jaehyun sighs as he wraps an arm around you, patting your head gently. “God, you’re annoying.”

 Still in fits of giggles, you sit up again and hover over him, staring at him. Jaehyun was probably one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life and you thought you were blessed to have been given a chance to be one of the people he loved in this world. “You love me, though.”

 Jaehyun gives you a goofy smile, “that I do, sweetheart. So fucking much. You have no idea.”

 “Prove it!”

 “How?”

 "Kiss me."

 Jaehyun didn’t have to be told twice. His hands find its way on the back of your head, and he pulls you close while he lifts his head up to meet you halfway and locks his lips with yours.

 You chuckle and proceed to kiss him. Deep and hard, always. His tongue swipes on your lower lip and you grant him access and soon your tongues wrapped around each other. You didn't know how long you were kissing but all you knew was you were already feeling dizzy and breathless but you just wanted to taste him again and again.

 People might call you crazy but every time you saw him, he still gave you the butterflies he made you feel from the first time you saw him. That was how you knew you were already in love with him. You were so into in him that his mere touch sent shivers up your spine and when he makes love to you, you’re afraid you’ll burst into tears because of the overwhelming feelings he gives you.

 You pull away and pull off the large t-shirt that you used as pyjamas. Underneath it, you weren’t wearing anything because you knew you’d be fucking your boyfriend. You shoot him a smile as you cup your breasts for him, earning a whistle from him. You knew he loved your nipples and right now, they looked too appetizing to him, already so hard and begging to be sucked by him.

 He bites his lips at the sight of your naked and pliant body. He knew how conscious you were of your body but he loved how you trusted him too much that you were confident naked in front of him. He was thankful for that because for him it was a way to really say how much you trusted and loved him.

 You grab his hands and rest them over your breasts as you start to circle your hips on him again. He had an obsession with you boobs that he would find a way to suck your nipples most of the time, that when you would sleep over at his dorm (which was better because the athletic department had budget and gave them solo rooms) even before you sleep, he sucks your nipples. It was endearing.

 You were his and he was yours. As soon as he lets go of your nipples, you kiss his neck, making sure to rub you hard nipples against his chest as you pull up his shirt and help him fully take it off. He cups your face as you kiss and you rush to undo his jeans. You plant kisses down his neck, chest and stomach as you go lower, pulling down his jeans.

 His half hard cock pops out as you pull down his underwear and help him get both his jeans and underwear off around his ankles until the both of you were buck naked. You settle between his legs, kissing his thighs, just taking your time but your hands find his cock, the tip leaking with clear liquid.

 You spit on your hands, easing the friction and starting to jerk him off. You use the pad of your thumb to rub the slit of his cock, watching how his cock twitches and gets harder at the action. His dick continues to leak pre-cum, enough for you to spread it around the sensitive mushroom head of his shaft.

 “Fuck, baby. Stop playing and suck it if you’re going to,” he hisses, fisting the sheets beside him.

 “Ok, ok.” You laugh but you continue to play with his sensitive head. You gather your spit in your mouth and drop it slowly on the head of his dick, circling your tongue to the air so the spit goes around and covers the rest of his cock. “I’ll get your dick wet first, you big baby.”

 Jaehyun moans as you start to jack him off, your left teasing the head and the right jerking the rest of his cock. He watches you as you bite your lips in concentration as you jerk him off, using the tricks that are fool proof to make him feel good. Especially that jerk-jerk-twist-jerk movement that had his hips bucking.

 Without a word, you start to suck on his head, slurping on the salty precum, making him hiss in pleasure. You use your now free left hand to fondle on his balls as you keep jerking and sucking him off. When the moisture from your spit around the rest of his length dries, you slowly take him in your mouth, deep throating him.

 You keep your thumb in your fist, trying to keep your gagging down as you used your left hand to hold onto the base of his cock as you take him deeper inside your mouth until your nose was touching his belly, his trimmed pubes prickling you.

 Jaehyun was always amazed how you manage to take in his whole length but then again, you always managed to surprise him and managed to exceed his expectations which was one of the reasons for why he fell in love with you. Out of all the girls around him, you managed to catch his attention and he found himself unable to keep you out of his mind until the two of you got to work together since you were both in student government.

 You lift your head a little and bob your head, keeping his dick down your throat, knowing this would surely cover the whole of his cock with your spit. Jaehyun had always been a loud grunter and moaner so it was no doubt that the room was filled with Jaehyun’s sounds of pleasure and curses as you make him feel good with your mouth. Once you couldn’t hold your breath anymore, you pull away from his cock.

 You take the spit stringing your mouth to the head of his cock with your fingers and jerk him off. Jaehyun looks at you, mouth swollen, eyes lidded and tears forming at your ducts. You lean forward, rubbing the head of his cock against your nipples, making him groan at the sight. You take him in your mouth again, this time, just comfortably sucking him off, just taking in the length you could casually and jerk the rest of his shaft.

 He grabs a hold of your head, pushing your pony tail back and tucking the strands that came apart from the vigorous bobbing of your head on his cock. Jaehyun starts to thrust his hips up so you stop moving, your arms on either sides of his hips on the bed, letting him fuck your face at his own pace. When he thrusts to particularly deep, you end up gagging and you pull away, coughing.

 Jaehyun gasps in worry, immediately sitting up and cups your face. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

 You let out a giggle and peck his lips, “it’s ok, love.”

 "So now, it’s my turn to please my lady." He grins as he kisses you on the cheek before he maneuvers you to the head of the bed and pushes you down until he was hovering over you and in between your legs. He licks the tips of his fingers and rubs at your clit, making you twitch. He reaches down and slips two of his fingers inside you with no warning, making you gasp. “You’re this wet for me, sweetheart? Well shit.” He grins at you, teasing as his he finds a comfortable paces to fuck you with his fingers.

 You close your eyes, reveling in the sensation of his fingers stretching you and rubbing against your spot as you squeeze your breasts. God, he knew just how to make you feel so good, and you couldn’t wait for the main event: his cock but his fingers were doing more than good that you find yourself bucking against his hand as your orgasm comes over you fast, like it was unexpected that you didn’t realize you were cumming until it you started to scream and tremble.

 “That was fast,” Jaehyun teases, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, watching your pussy juice stringing as he separates his fingers. He takes the fingers from inside you and shoves it in his mouth and licks it clean. It as a shame you couldn’t see it as you were still basking in the after effects of your orgasm, eyes pinched close. “I didn’t even touch your clit!” He says, giving you a teasing look. “You must’ve waited for this long, huh?”

 You grin at him, but still trying to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths. “We haven’t had sex since Jihyo made us stop having sex here and finals was a bitch, Jae. I was stressed!” You close your eyes, clutching your chest dramatically.

 Jaehyun laughs at you and kneels in front of you, lifting your hips and pulling you to him. He lifts your hips and settles it on top of his legs. You feel him line his cock to your slit and pushes his head in.

 “Wait! I’m not ready yet!” You whimper, using your legs to push yourself off but his grip on your hips was strong and he had already pushed inside you, the whole of his length inside you. Your eyes roll back as his tip presses against your sweet spot but at the same time, the burn of the stretch makes you hiss in pain. He was never an easy size to begin with.

 “Relax, babe.” He says gently as he takes a hold of your waist but you see how he has his eyes closed and his mouth agape. “You’re fucking tight.”

 Still feeling the stretch, you lift your head and hit his hand on your waist, making him laugh. “You’re an asshole. I’m still sensitive.” You pouted.

 “I know, love. Your pussy’s still throbbing.” He gives you a sweet smile and grabs your legs to wrap them around him. He takes his time, keeping his cock inside you while he takes his time into admiring your serene face and running his hands on your skin. “You ok?” He intertwines your fingers and plants kisses on the back of your hand, watching you remain silent with your eyes closed.

 You eventually give him a sign but don’t answer him, instead, you smile at him as you squeeze your walls around his cock, making him wince. “Your cock is-AH!”

 He starts to move his hips, just grinding do every roll of his hips, his cock hitting your sweet spot. "Ah, shit. You're so fucking tight." He groans as he finally pulls his hips back and drove into me slowly, bottoming out and slamming back in, making you moan at the sweet pressure inside.

 You wrap your legs tighter around him as he moved his hips up, hitting your sweet spot at a different angle as he leans down and sucks at your nipples. Fucking Jaehyun wouldn’t be fucking him if he wasn’t sucking on your nipples while he was fucking into you. You keep his head close to you, as if you were holding a baby’s head sucking on its mother’s nipple. Honestly, with the amount of times he was sucking on your nipples, you wouldn’t be surprised if you started lactating out of the blue.

 He lifts your legs as he starts slow but deep thrusts and puts both of your legs over his shoulders as he leans down, basically folding you in half. He captures your lips while his hips pick up pace. He kisses the sensitive spots on your neck as he builds up a steady pattern of fucking you, making you eyes roll back in pleasure. He licks the skin from you ear to my neck, making you shiver and buck your hips, easily receiving his hard cock.

 He eventually goes into full force and you’re left to nothing but a moaning mess as he drives his hips to yours forcefully and in a pace beyond what you could handle. He was so deep inside you that you could the sweet pressure of his hard cock jabbing your cervix.

 You claw at his back and grabbing onto whatever you could, holding on for dear life as he drives into you relentlessly, with his hands lifting up your hips for easier access. "F-fu...fuck! Ah! Soooo goo-...ood! Ah!!"

 He pulls out and you groan at the loss of his cock inside you.

 "Jaehyun, no," You groan desperately as he smirks at me.

 "Patience, love." He smiles and lies on his back, making me straddle him.

 Needing no words, you straddle him and slip down his length, releasing a sigh of pleasure at the fullness you’re feeling. You lean down and kiss him and he settles his hands on your ass cheeks, massaging and slapping. You pull away, moving your hips slowly, forward and backward, taking him in deep inside. You lean your head back, moaning from the pleasure.

 He leans forward and sucks your left nipple and plays with your nipple with his hands, rolling the hard pebble with his fingers, pulling and squeezing. He groans in pleasure as you tighten your walls around him. He moves to your riģht nipple and sucks, and gives the same treatment as he did with your other nipple.

 Jaehyun then pushes you down towards him and holds you tight as he starts thrusting hard and fast from below you. You squeal at the intense, hard pleasure coming in, giving you no room to breathe.

 "JAEHYUN!!!!" You scream as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts and take him in any deeper, if it was possible. "FucK! AHH!!" You let myself go and my body becomes limbless at the excessive pleasure. You feel the drool escape your lips as you lean your face on the crook of his neck.

 Without effort, he maneuvers you off of him and throws you on the bed then kissing every exposed inch of my skin he could reach. Once he reaches down, he doesn’t hesitate and proceeds to eat you out like a fucking maniac, making you scream and shiver in so much pleasure. There were lots of things Jung Jaehyun did well and one of the top things besides academics, basketball, cooking and fucking, eating you out would be included. And it didn't help that he knew your body like the back of his hand.

 "Jaehyun! I'm cummimg!" You scream and before he could react, you were trembling, already in your second orgasm of the day. He never stopped sucking on your clit and started fingering you again, jus jabbing at your sweet spot while you were on the verge of your orgasm. You wanted to keep away but he had your hips on hold. Pretty soon, you felt it coming again and this time, you ended up squirting.

 He looked pretty proud of himself after you were left a shivering mess. “There we go, good girl!” He smiles, kissing the back of your hand. “I told you I’d make you squirt, right?” The last time you had sex, knowing it’d be while before you could again, the two of you had rented a room and tried every position you wanted to try out and tried finding out your limits. He had made you squirt then and you both were amazed after seeing it once so he had promised you that he would be making you do it again.

 “Jihyo’s gonna be so fucking mad when she gets home…” you trail off, still a bit high from your orgasm. “God, I’m dead. I need to find a new roommate.” You take a deep breathe, “also, I think… I’m gonna pass out.”

 Jaehyun laughed, “at least let me cum before you pass out!”

 “I fucking hate you right now.” You could feel the slight sheen of sweat on your body, besides from the body liquid you just expelled earlier.

 “Excuse me, Ms. Y/N? You were the one that wanted this, remember?”

 You wanted to pass out but you were sure Jaehyun wasn't over yet and besides, you always wanted Jaehyun’s cum inside you. It wasn't done until he came inside you. “Fuck me now, come on.” He immediately enters you and starts working his hips in a pace fast and hard.

 "Fuck! Slow down!" It was too good that you could feel fresh tears drip down your temple. "Wait!!! Jaehyun" You try to push him away to at least slow him down but he holds you tighter and drives into you harder, constantly pressing against your g-spot. It was honestly like his cock was made for your pussy as he’s always hitting the places inside you that made you see stars.

 "Ah, fuck! Your pussy so fucking tight for me!" He exclaims, followed with a plethora of curses as he does a steady pace of strong, deep, fast thrusts. He kisses you and holds tight on your breasts, squeezing them.

 "I'm cumming!" You scream as you quickly cum on his cock which triggers his orgasm as well, but he keeps his shallow thrusts until he's emptied his cum all inside of you, filling you a few weeks worth of cum, filling you to the brim that some spill out even though his cock acted as a plug.

 He stays inside you as the two of you kiss again, lazily this time, so you both could catch your breaths too. "I love you, y/n." He smiles at you, kissing your chin.

 You laugh at his sweetness as you focus on breathing to slow down your fast heartbeat. Was it because of his words or your exhaustion? Or both? But you did know the exhaustion was taking over you. You close your eyes, basking in the warmth of his body against yours. Your ears were blocked and you were still trembling but you weren’t complaining.

 Jaehyun knew you so he wasn’t expecting your reply and he already knows your answer anyways. Pretty soon, you quickly fall asleep, surprising him. But it was understandable because he made you spent so he cleaned up after you, wiping your body and your crotch with a warm towel and dressing you in panties and one of the shirts he’s left intentionally after he had cleaned himself up. It was the least he could do.

 From Jung Jaehyun | 10:30AM

To Cha Eunwoo

So, what are you willing to do for me not to tell y/n I caught you and Jihyo fucking after ur gf made us stop fucking in their dorm? Send me your most expensive skin, Cha and try to beat me!

[missblissy]

8 with Arthur plsss

Cotton Candy Fluff Writing Prompts

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08. — skipping an event / responsibility

((Thank u anon thank u for the chance to write this))

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down now! Come on you stupid animal!” The horse kept crying out, bucking its legs in fear and anger. You watched Arthur tug at its reins and pull it over to the hitching post. It was one of the workhorses that pulled the wagons, a foul-tempered stallion that had earned the name Fat Bastard.  And he was indeed fat and a bastard. Today was Arthur’s turn to care for the workhorses. There was only four, but he had to brush and clean them and their hooves. It wouldn’t be that bad if Fat Bastard wasn’t such a problem animal. 

But you all loved him. He was the strongest biggest horse you’ve ever seen and maybe he had every damn right to hate Arthur for tying him down and bothering him with tools and brushes. 

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” Arthur’s voice drew you from your thoughts.

You looked at him like he asked you the dumbest question on earth. You crossed your legs under you and sat proudly on the rock, “Yeah, what you gonna do? Make me work?” The challenge in your voice tempted him to push you off that rock and watch you tumble down the hill. 

Arthur just shook his head, “Enjoy the show then, I guess,” 

“Oh, I will,” You smirked at him and watch the cowboy roll his eyes. And that’s exactly what you did. You watched him calm down Fat Bastard enough so that he could brush the monster without it screaming out like it was dying. 

It was cute at first, watching Arthur talk quietly to the animal, “You’re good boyah,” he’d drawl out, “You ain’t no mean boyah, just a stubborn one.”

God, you loved him so much. He was so cute and adorable no matter what he did. Just a soft cowboy with a soft heart. You found it so hard to keep your eyes off him. Fondness quickly turned into a love that was hard to control. You found yourself staring at his ass in those perfect jeans. Damn. You had to check every part of Arthur out.

He was wearing a loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up, so you got the perfect few of his hands brushing the horse, and his arms. Fuck... His arms and hands were honestly the best part of him. Well toned, slightly dripping with sweat and just the smallest layer of dust to really brought out the curves in his muscles.

You swallowed hard and crossed your legs, sitting forward on the rock and leaned towards Arthur. You watched his every move, every time he’d bend over, every time he’d talk to the stallion. He was very... very sexy. 

“Arthur?” You finally asked after what felt like years. It was honestly only five minutes, but you couldn’t even tell what time of day it was because you were blinded by Arthur’s.... perfection. 

He didn’t look at you, he just went, “Hm?” and kept brushing Fat Bastard. He had barely even started his chores, he still had three other horses to tend to and Dutch wanted him to restock the ammunition supply after that.

The warm wind still gave you a shutter when it brushed against the faint sweat you had worked up while sitting there, “Arthur?” you said again.

This time he looked, but without out saying, “God dammit, what do you want?” He gave you an irritated look.

“Let’s fuck,”

What? Excuse me? What did you say? The words never made it out of his mouth. Arthur’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again and close one last time. He took a second to squint at you and turn his head slightly, “Excuse me?” he finally said.

You didn’t spare a second and you said it louder this time, “I said let’s fuck,”

It’s not like he was going to say no, but... “Why?” His accent was thick and you wish it was spoken against you.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged and slid off the rock. You made sure to walk over with a sway in your hips and pep in your step. You stopped just far enough away so you were still out of his reach, “Why not?”

He couldn’t answer that question, and there was no doubt in his mind that he’d rather do something else. He gave you this look then finally asked, “Where?”

You finally swagged up to him and you were sure to stand close enough so parts of you brushed against him, like your leg and hip. You took a hand and dragged your finger from his stomach and to his chest, then tapped the spot right over his heart, “I’ve never been fucked against a tree,” You confessed in a low and sexy voice. You gave him this look and you watch his whole demeanor change. He dropped the brush and grabbed you tightly by the hip and pulled you closer to him, using the horse as a wall to block the two of you from the rest of the camp.

“What’s gotten into you,” He asked as he drew closer, sneaking in a kiss before going for your neck.

“I would hope it’s you,” A little sigh escaped your lips as Arthur nipped your neck with his teeth. He bit harder hearing those words.

A low growl, though filled with power and desire, sounded more like a plea, “Dirty, dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you?” His arms had snaked around every inch of you and crawled into your ass. He was such an ass man, he couldn’t get enough of it. Fuck you just could not get over this man! He was just so much, and that wasn’t a bad thing at all. You had enough of flirting and you burned it get more. You got close to his ear, leaving a kiss or two while Arthur listened to your beck and call.

“Come on, cowboy,” You smirked, “Let’s go for a ride,” 

[glowstickhaloboy]

AU where keith accompanies lance to get a tattoo

so like. lance expects pain. he knows that getting a tattoo will hurt, he just doesnt know how much.

so he brings keith along with him.

thats the thing. keith is lances rival (but also kinda his friend, so it isnt weird to ask him to watch lance get a tattoo) so lance would never  n e v e r  show weakness in front of keith, even if he was getting a needle repeatedly buzzed through his skin

(lance is not terrified of needles, but that doesnt make him their biggest fan)

he made his appointment like a week ago, and since he was doing something small, they were able to squeeze him in much faster than hed thought they would be able to. suddenly, he has to quickly muster up his bravery.

“are you okay, man?” asks keith as they walk into the shop. “you look kinda pale.”

“what? im fine. shut up. mind your own business.”

“pft.”

lance almost feels bad, but hes more distracted by the fact that hes about to permanently mark his skin with ink. like. forever.

and its a worthwhile tattoo, its his aunts name on his shoulder because she passed away last year, and a lot of the adults in lance’s family have the same tattoo and he wants to prove that he’s not a baby anymore, but its still a big commitment

lance and keith are taken to the back room, where a guy is literally in the process of getting a tattoo done, which should not be a surprise in a tattoo parlor, but still lance kinda stares like he cant believe hes really here

keith nudges him. “are you sure youre okay?” he asks again. its the genuine concern in his voice that steels lance’s resolve. bastard.

“i am fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine Keith, what part of that statement dont you understand??” he glances back at the dude with half a dragon on his back. gulps. “totally fine.”

“because if you arent sure about this,” keith continues, “you shouldnt do it.”

lance scoffs. “im sure, keith. dont be ridiculous. and since when did you care? besides, i already made a downpayment, so if i dont go through with it, im out 60 bucks.”

keith shrugs. “whatever you say.”

so eventually the guy getting dragon-ed leaves with more of a dragon, not all of it, because apparently huge tattoos are done in sessions (by hour how can someone be okay with getting needled for h o u r s at a time???) and the artist wipes down seemingly everything in the room with disinfectant. lance is grateful for this. it gives him plenty of time to bolster his courage again.

the artist explains everything through to lance, and he doesnt know why hes still nervous. he really doesnt want the needle to hurt. he doesnt want to regret the decision in three months. he doesnt want everyone to make a big deal out of him getting a tattoo.

he has to take off his shirt because the tattoo is going to be on the back of his shoulder. hes been using humor to cover up his freak out this entire time, but now if he laughs he’ll mess up the tattoo, so he just has to lay there, trying not to look at keith, and listen to the pandora station the shop has playing.

finally, just as its about to start, even though keith is there, lance admits to the artist, “the anticipation is going to be horrible if im not facing you-”

“relax, man,” the artist says. “im not gonna leave you hanging. I’ll tell you before i come at you.”

and lance is like. okay. you can do this. brave face time. keith is right there. time to impress him.

and then the needle starts buzzing and lances eyes must go as wide as saucers. keith hides a snicker behind his hand and lance glares at him harder than he glared at uncle ricardo when he went for the last quesadilla at lance’s sister’s wedding. “i dont see you getting stabbed over here, keith,” he says.

keith shrugs. “you chose this,” is all he says.

“damn right i did, and its important to me, so stop making fun of me, you nerd ass jerk face.”

keith sobers. “youre right, sorry.” hes still smiling, though.

and, okay, there is pain. theres definitely pain. but its honestly not horrible. thinking about what it was going to be was definitely worse than going through it. lance isnt a wimp, he finds a rhythm to breathe in and grits his teeth past the burn.

all in all, the tattoo does not take more than fifteen minutes. lance is actually surprised by how fast it goes. he stands when the artist tells him to and twists around to check out his back in the mirror.

his heart soars. it looks awesome. he may or may not tear up a little.

the artist helps lance bandage the tattoo and gives him instruction for aftercare, and lance returns the favor with a generous tip.

keith is holding out lance’s shirt, and lance flushed when he realizes that hes still naked from the waist up. he snatches his shirt and tugs it back on.

“it does look really good, man,” says keith.

lance is practically glowing. “it does, doesnt it?” he says. “my family’s going to love it.” and then softer, “i love it.”

keith punches lance’s arm lightly. “you should. and, for the record, i was surprised at how well you kept it together. except for gritting your teeth once, you really handled yourself.”

lance’s blush deepens. “were you watching that closely?” he asks, embarrassed.

keith doesnt say anything because they reach the door to the shop. he holds it open for lance. lance catches a whiff of the pizza place across the street.

“dude, i am starving. i havent been able to eat all day, i was so nervous. you wanna grab something to eat? my treat, since i dragged you all the way out there.”

keith--keith--smiles. “i’d like that,” he says.

once theyre seated inside, lance asks, “so come on then, if you were getting a tattoo, what would it be?”

“i already have one,” keith says, stone serious.

“really?! where??”

“on my foot. its a wolf’s head that says courage. its spelled out in the teeth.”

“no way! youre lying to me right now! i gotta see this!”

keith rolls his eyes. “obviously im lying lance. but if i had to get one... i dont know. i would want something personal. but i feel like i dont have enough pieces of my own life to pick something out yet.”

lance stares for a second. blinks. “keith, that is literally the saddest thing anyone has ever said to me. you arent waiting for your life to stumble back towards you! youre living your life right now. who you are right now is, well, who you are. and your life is what it is. even if youre not, i dont know, complete, youve still got to have things that are important to you.”

“yeah.” keith looks down at the table, folding a closed sugar packet. “i guess youre right.”

their pizza shows up. they dig in, and the conversation turns lighter. lance surprises himself by thinking how much hes enjoying spending time with keith. keith, of all people, makes lance happy. like he has any right to.

“alright,” keith says at last, his mouth sort of full. “it would be a massive cock over my heart.”

lance chokes. “KEITH.”

“because of how much i love cock, lance, you see, its whats most important to me-”

“WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS TO ME.”

keith breaks and starts laughing. “Shh youll get us kicked out!”

lance stifles his heart attack with great difficulty. because keith, who lance had the biggest hate-crush on in the history of hate-crushes, just told lance that he loves cock, and lance has one of those. and it is definitely getting the wrong idea from this conversation.

“i retract my question on the grounds that you are not taking this seriously,” says lance, blushing furiously.

keith nods. “thats fair.”

they recover quickly and finish their pizza. as theyre walking out, lance realizes that he really doesnt want their fun day together to end yet. he invites keith back to his house for video games or a movie or whatever, and hes sure hes going to be shut down. but keith, surprisingly, accepts.

halfway into the movie, keith breaks the stiff canal of distance lance placed between them on the couch to say, “lance. you know ive been hitting on you all day, right?”

lance chokes again even though there isnt anything in his mouth this time. “oh yeah?” he stammers. “well, m-maybe you’re so lousy at it i couldn’t even tell!” his voice sounds shrill. his face is burning. he cant look keith in the eyes.

“i thought that might be a possibility,” keith says coolly. “that’s why im telling you know: i have a crush on you, lance.”

“You cant just say stuff like that!” lance protests, waving his arms around defensively. “what am i supposed to say back to that?”

“hopefully, something like, ‘wow, me too, keith, today has been the most fun ever.’”

without looking at keith, lance slowly melts leftways on the couch, so he ends up pooled somewhere in keiths general area. “i had fun today,” he says. “i think youre hot. and nice. but thats all youre getting out of me.”

keith laughs, and lance decides he could stand to hear that again. all in all, not a bad day

[junkrats]

im getting back into fish keeping/hobby n im just........... i might end up posting more about it or just make a blog for it hmmmmm im currently cleaning my old 30 gallon tank out to put 3 juvenile parrot cichlids in that im gonna eventually move into one of our 60 gallon tanks that i want to turn into a cichlid tank in general but ive never taken care of anything other than parrots and jewels [not together in the same tank] ? and other community fish... my dads always been the one who keeps more aggressive fish etc n im just like MMMMM I WANT TO TRY 

--

my last experiences the past 15 years has been.. i had my 30 gallon that i had a small community tank for, and then eventually moved those fish into a bigger tank that my dad had

i def had a betta [it was red and named shaggy] for a few years but i was a kid n just got bored of one fish also had no clue how to take care of a betta fish [my dad never helped me with any of my tanks mind you at the time] luckily i atleast gave the betta the right food and filter and enough room but i was dumb and had stuff like.. fake plants instead of real ones and i remember my filter/water flow was pr rough [again, lack of experience for a kid... atleast i didnt keep the poor thing in a bowl without a filter] but i also didnt understand water changes until i was like 15! [and even then i didnt start giving my fish water changes until i was like 20 cus i was lazy and doing it every week sounds dumb so id do it once a month.... im def gonna make sure i give my new fish a change every week, prob on T day]

then i eventually had angel fish, which honestly? i didnt really enjoy them as much as i thought i would. they were beautiful, 2 small black angels but i really didnt know what to put in with them at the time and just didnt really enjoy the tank.... 

eventually i had a cool orange salamander which was cute but in the end i realized it wasnt for me? and i could never get the temperature + scenery how i wanted it...? i didnt know SHIT and wish i never bought it [mind you i have always paid for my own fish cus my dad refused to buy me anything that he knew id have to be responsible for] also being like a preteen i didnt really know how much water to put in the tank, what kind of salamander it was and what it needed to eat etc.. ive def learned to RESEARCH a fish now that im older.. thank god

so i went back to having a betta [this time blue that my step ma bought me for my birthday, loved this guy cus hed nibble on my fingers super cute!] and that lasted a for a while but having a betta in a 30 gallon by himself was super boring to me and at the time i wasnt confident enough or knew how i would make it a community tank + beta so i just ended up waiting for the betta to eventually just run his course........ 2 yrs later lmao [i think my first betta lived 2 yrs while this guy only lived 4, but probably cus i def did not do water changes as often as i should have at this point still plus other things]

finally got an electric blue lobster crayfish dude and he was so cool [i only got one cus i saw my dads friends tanks and this one guy had a tank of like 4 of them and even with some other big fish and i wanted to do the same!] i only got one tho cus i couldnt afford more and i just.... i trusted this fish pet store dude to know what to put in with this crayfish. turns out um anything i tried to put in with this fucking crayfish would end so BADLY to the point that i was SO UPSET over this dude that i traded him in for store credit 

i was honestly so upset over all my failed attempts at keeping this crayfish that i decided i just didnt want to deal with flashy aggressive solo tank fish....anymore... adn that i just wasnt ready for it yet [this is like.. before i knew there was a awesome community of fish hobbyists mind you]

i ended up getting gold fish and tbh? it was perfect. the tank was fine with just a few gold fish that eventually got SO BIG... that i couldnt keep them in my 30 gallon anymore so... i asked my dad to put them into the 60 gallon and he refused because he HATES gold fish [he loves koi tho? i kno he wants a pond some day, and the super duper fancy tailed goldfish, but always says theyre too dirty n hard to maintain in the tanks he has which made me sad cus i thought they were very fun active colorful cute fish!]

SO

i trade in the large goldfish and the guy at this local fish store goes “it sounds like you like active colorful fish, have you ever taken care of parrot fish before?” [this was after i told him i didnt want smaller community fish anymore] and i ofc i was like no ? n also ive only ever seen blood parrots in the stores n thought they were kiiinda bland.. at the time. 

but he showed me some cute jelly bean parrots and they were so colorful i loved them. i got two, a blue and pink one. i kept them for years and moved them into the 60 gallon and they did awesome. [i was in highschool at this time] until.... 

we lost our house and had to move, luckily into a much bigger nice home, and so our poor fish had to come with. my poor parrots were so stressed out. the move was just very sudden and it was really hard on the fish.. and trying to set up the tanks during it was really hard. my dad did the best he could trying to cycle while we were busy moving into the new house.. 

it was really sad. every fish did fine n managed except my 2 big parrot fish.... they did fine for like a week id say? maybe 2 weeks they were ok but then one day they were both just dead and it was heart breaking... the rest of the tank was fine even afterwards and the other tanks were ok too.. 

so i just kinda lost interest n gave up after that for a bit. eventually the bottom tank had only a few guppies in it that my dad ended up using to just feed his fish with cus they kept breeding. 

then one day i went to some crappy meijers, mind you i NEVEr have bought fish anywhere besides local pet stores, and my friends were pr high and we were all goofn.. it was like 3 am. i had 50 cents in my pocket. we went past the fish and i saw these like gold fish, real small ones, being sold for like 10 cents each. i bought five of them n then went home n put them in the 60 gallon....

my dad, ofc, was pissed and told me not to ever do that again. and it was pr dumb cus these like 10 cent fish are always prone to disease n stuff real easily but.. they ended up doing awesome in this nice big tank.. and it was funny, eventually 1 of them got so big and was so aggressive he picked on the others and even ended up EATING one????? i was shocked but like.. ya kno, never had these kinda weird feeder goldfish before. so this gold fish, with no fancy fins or nothing, just.. got bigger than my god damn hand. i named him goldzilla......

he ended up eating the guppies in the tank, and the fish food, and just.. everything! eventually he got SO big i decided it was time to trade him in. the guy at the fish store ended up giving me 20 bucks for this 10 cent gold fish...... 

so after that i turned the tank into a glowfish tetra tank and even got a special light for it that let them glow and what not. super cool.. but you have to have a lot of them n theyre so expensive n just....... thats where that tank is now ? it has like 5 glowfish in it and now 3 jb parrots in with em and theyre not like messn the tetras up but if they do i.... wouldnt care... cus i really love the parrots and stuff n ive been tryn to read more n watch more about fish keeping stuff..... and i just, i def shouldnt have gotten the glow tetras cus theyre cool n all but so small and also having only like 5 in a 60 gallon is so barren.. 

so yeah thats where i am atm. im gonna try really hard to take care of these parrots and in a few years maybe get a cool cichlid tank up n running to move them into? prob with convicts and what ever else.. idk i wanna get better at taking care of my fish and keep up with water changes and be smarter bout it all.... im trying 

[humanityinahandbag]

Fic titlefor zoop bc im trash: "Fairest and Fallen" gud luk

The Fairest and the Fallen (and those who followed)

Judy wanted to be a Knight.

Nick wanted to be left alone.

Neither would really get what they wanted.

Here. Take my messy excuse of a story! I needed some practice between writing practicum and this is what I could come up with! It’s a little… nonsensical. But it’s the cause of sleepless nights, grad school, and a test tomorrow morning that I haven’t nearly studied enough for.

Enjoy!

He is a thief, and she is a…

She is what she is. And she tells him, as she waves a sword in his face, that she’s a knight.

“A knight, huh?” He scoffs, and jingles the cuffs she’d ceremoniously slapped onto his wrists. They were rusted and red, and he hoped that whatever that was wasn’t blood but he had a sneaky suspicion-

She breaks him from his reveries. “You’re coming with me.” The daggers at her belt aren’t tied correctly, and they clink together when she turns on her heel. “The King has an order out for you. First knight to bring you back gets the reward.”

“First Knight.” He followed her, falling into step cheerfully. “I don’t think he said First Bunny. Do you get cuteness points or something?”

She spun round, and her sword was back. Held incorrectly, he noted. One swat of his paws and that thing would go flying halfway across the little crushed shell path they were standing on. He smiled, giving his reflection on the blade a little how-do-you-do. “Don’t” she intones, “call me cute.”

“Fine. Adorable. Endearing. Small and fluffy. Doesn’t matter. You’re still all of the above. And Knight hardly qualifies.”

She looks like she wants to cut him down. He doubted she could. But. Still. The look was almost enough. Then, with a haughty little puff of air, she collected herself up. The seashells under her feet rattled when she began to walk again. “Just… let’s go. I don’t have time for this.”

“Two weeks walk to the King’s. You’ve got plenty of time for me, Fluff.”

He’s right. And she’s regretting it dearly.

He knows how to annoy her. And oh, how he does it well. Sing-alongs at dusk. Rocks thrown just next to her head (and she always spins when the whistle tickles her sensitive ears), and the ever changing slew of nicknames.

He stuck with Carrots after it made her cheeks go burgundy.

“So, Carrots-“

“That’s not my name.”

“What’s the deal with this whole knight shtick? You trying out for a club or something?”

She stiffens. Shakes her head. “It’s… nothing.”

“It’s obviously not.”

“Just forget it.”

“No.” He rattles his cuffs. “But if it helps, I can go back to singing.”

She doesn’t answer. Which prompted another, louder, more off key, version of Greensleeves.

The Rabbit would not stop him.

It’s around 2 in the afternoon when he’d make his first getaway attempt.

It would end up with him on his ass in a pile of dried leaves. He wheezed and pressed a paw to his chest. “Forget the sword! Use your feet instead!”

“You were running!”

“And look at that! You caught me!” He lifted himself up and groaned. “Give a guy a little warning next time.”

She knelt and gave it her best shot at a sneer. “Sorry. Next time I’ll leave a map for you. Best escape routes from prospective knights.”

“I know you’re being snide, but I’d use that.” She reached for her sword and he lifted his cuffed hands. “Fine. You got me. But next time, leave a map.”

She’d tell him her name in the middle of his terrible recitation of a poem. He thought it might have been to keep him from talking. Which was… fair. But still. It was something.

“Judy.”

He stops talking. Blinks at her over the meager fire they’ve set on a pile of dried pine needles and ash wood. The air smells like cracked bark and mold. “Hmm?”

“My name is Judy. Or Judith, if you wanna scold me.” She laughs at her own joke, but it’s hesitant and a little mournful and makes his chest feel tight. “In case you wanted to call me something other than Carrots.”

“I don’t.”

“Right. Okay. That’s fine.” She looks down. Searches through her pouch for some of the fruit they’ve been living off for the past two days. A little bruised and soft. He accepts a peach, and his claws pop the skin. Juice runs down his wrist. She flinches.

“Nick,” says Nick, drawing her back to the world between them. “Or Nicholas, if I’m on trial. Which I am. Pretty often.”

“Nicholas.”

“Eh eh eh. Not on trial.”

“Nick.” She tastes the name on her tongue, and from the way her face contorts, finds it barely edible. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” She nods. Reaches a paw just over the little fire. Her gray fur glows a marble. “Hello Nick. I’m Judy.”

He shakes her paw. “And hello to you too, Carrots.” She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t say anything. Instead she bites into her own peach and looks up. It’s hard to see the stars with the light just between them, but there’s just enough room in the sky to share what view is there.

At around one am the fire goes out. She shivers beneath the thin clothes. “You didn’t bring anything warmer?”

“Had to pack light,” she explains through her chattering teeth. Those huge front teeth seem to slide and dice her words. “I uh… I didn’t exactly have these things when I left.” He cocks his hed. “I mean… what I mean is that these aren’t mine. The clothes, the sword-“

Nick sucks in gasp the Bards would have found too dramatic and pushed a hand to his chest. “What! You mean that that well handled weapon isn’t yours! Oh Carrots! You confuse and befuddle me!”

“Shut up.” A smile pads the words. “I took them from one of my brothers.”

“One of them.”

“A few of them. Bertram didn’t have a sword, but he had the frock so.” He looks at her and sees that what she’s wearing, the blue stained thing, is indeed too big for her. It looks like it was made for a buck. Broad shouldered, maybe. But if it weren’t for the leather belt around her waist, the thing would have practically swallowed her whole. “And yeah, I have about 177 brothers to choose from-“

“What!”

“Oh hush. Rabbit families are- never mind. You know. Anyway, I took them. And I left.”

“You don’t think maybe that was a little… daring of you? They’re going to notice that their most annoying of little sisters is missing.”

Her ears flatten back. She looks into the fire. And when she scoffs, he can see the acid turn the air green. “No. They won’t.”

“You sure? Because I’m sure that the whole holier-than-thou act must get at least a few of your hundreds of relatives attention.”

“No,” says Judy again. She stands up and moves to the little cloth she’d spread out as a bed. She shivered again, but he felt like it might have been more than the cold. “No one misses runts.”

Oh.

Oh.

Nick sits in front of the fire for a few more moments before he moves to his own mat.

The next morning he doesn’t sing any songs.

Runts.

Usually they’re left under bridges and beside trees to die without the aid of a mother or merciful hand. Judy was one of the luckiest and unluckiest. Kept, but ignored. Her size and her health would be endless factors of her situation in the hierarchical familial structure.

Nick guessed that she must have been nothing more than the centerpiece of a families sympathies.

He noticed new things. The way she held swords too heavy for her. The occasional burst of a shiver rolling down her spine. She hid little bits of herbs in her pouch and she chewed on them when she thought he wasn’t looking. The weaknesses of body were natural for her person, and he wondered if offering his empathy would only make her smaller.

He apologizes later. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He’s not sure, actually. But he says “for being an ass” because that covers all grounds and allows room for improvement.

Judy snorts. But he feels like he’s forgiven.

On the fourth day, he teaches her to hold a sword. “You’re smaller than most rabbits, so you can’t hold it like most rabbits.” She looks like she wants to take offense, but he kicks her in the back of the knees and she stumbles. “This isn’t because you’re a runt. It’s because you’re an idiot with a heavy weapon and you thought you could just go ahead and swing it around.”

“Ass.”

“True. But irrelevant.” He kicks at her again, and she jumps to the side. “Now take off my cuffs. I’m going to show you.”

“I can’t just-“

“You want to be a knight?” She goes quiet. “Then uncuff me, Chickadee. You’ve got too much to learn not to take a helping paw.”

She’s not terrible. But oh, she has a lot to learn. And as he slaps her side with the sticks they found under an elm he makes it clear; “you suck at this.”

“I’m getting better” she bites back.

“Better isn’t a knight.”

She raises the stick. “Then go again.”

He snorts. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

“And I’m trying to learn.” She whips the stick at him and he jumps back, but the lash of wind startles the cloth over his stomach. “Again.”

She wins two spars out of the eleven, but those two have her standing taller, bruises and all. And that knight she shows her scars off like battle wounds, and proudly exuberates the story like velvet drapery across the wild ground. “See,” she stretched her hands above her head and groaned into a stretch. “Better.”

“Sure, Carrots.”

“Just you wait. Soon enough, I’ll get there. They’ll have to make me a knight when I bring you back. And then…” She tinkers off. Sighs into her lost words.

The unspoken rings between them both. Nick doesn’t voice it. Neither does she. They let it settle, and that is all.

His second escape attempt isn’t his best, but it is his most sarcastic, and that’s a win by his account. Besides, the cuffs were off, and she was still preening from her two victories. It would do her some good to get knocked down a peg.

For humilities sake.

“You left a map,” she growls. He’s down on his back again, courtesy of her feet, and she’s waving the little piece of linen paper in his face. A crudely drawn rabbit standing next to a big X with the words you are here written beside it.

“I thought it would be helpful. How to follow escaped criminals.”

“You’re actually impossible!”

“Yeah. But at least I actually do what I say and make the damn map.”

She kicks him in the knees for that.

He tells her his own story on the fifth day. About a young son trying to make his mother’s life better. About the wrong people. The wrong time. The way he’d tried his best and never quite made enough.

About a mother’s disapproval.

(He apologizes again, to Judy)

(And she doesn’t forgive. Because she doesn’t know how)

“I’m fine,” he lies.

“No you’re not.”

Judy Hopps is not a liar. Is not a bad person, despite the cuffs on her hip and the sword beside it. Despite the dream of locking up sad sacks like him, and the dwindling life that hangs by a gilded chain. And he hates her for it.

He turns away and moves quickly ahead. “We have a King to get to,” mumbles Nick.

And that’s all.

It is on the ninth day (after an eight day of complete silence between the two) that Nick will accidentally push them into a situation that turns the world into a rock and a hard place all at once.

“Come here,” he snarls, frustration turning his voice into gravel. He pulls her forward, grabbing her arms, and ignoring her squeak of protest. His arms are around her before she can do anything else. “This is dumb. We’re traveling together. We can’t ignore each other.”

She stands stiff in his embrace. Face pressed to his chest. He can feel every notch in her spine and ridge of her ribs, and makes a mental note to make her eat more later. “Sorry…” she whispers.

“Stop saying sorry.”

“Sorry,” she says, and he rolls his eyes. He dips his head and scents her, quickly.

“You’re an idiot,” says Nick. He lets her go. “Now come on, Miss Knight. You’ve got somewhere to get.”

Judy stays awake all night and thinks. They’re both the rejects. And she wonders if he looks at her like every other knight who has ever taken him into custody. And it is with this thought that she realizes she cares.

To become a Knight, she has to take everything from him.

He’d lost so much.

She’d lost so much.

The rejects of the Kingdom and she was profiting off the status to find a place he never would.

It is with this care that she blankets her decision and breathes through the guilt until it smokes away. She knows what to do. And so, she does.

The tenth day Nicholas Wilde will wake up alone. She’d left her sword. And a pack of apples.

He checks her bag for the one thing he hopes is there. Which it isn’t.

“Damn it, Carrots,” he snarls, casting the empty bag aside. “You didn’t even leave a fucking map.”

He’s not sure when he became fond of the little nobody from nowhere. But he did. He was. And honestly, she’s useless on her own. So him finding out from his contacts where they’d recently seen

But she caught you, sneered the little voice in his head.

Shut up, he barked back. I let her do that.

Sure you did.

His silence was as good as a win, and the little voice let out a whoop of victory, dancing across the ridge of his morality. Admit it, Fox. You’re sunk!

He was. He really was.

She finds him again.

Or, rather, he finds her. A sword in her face, wide eyes gazing at him from over the hilt. “My my, how the tides have turned!” He feels stupid after he says it, but there’s really no taking back the corniest line in all of history, so he rolls along with the tides and pretends like he’s not kicking himself for it. “Guess who’s under arrest now!”

“Go away, Nick.”

“No, Judith.”

She purses her lips. “I told you. I only get called that when-“

“I remember. And guess what. I’m royally pissed at you. Judith is applicable.” Her pursed lips tighten into a straight line, and he feels rather pleased with himself. “So now I’m taking the revenge duly deserved, Fluff.”

“There’s no revenge. I let you go.”

“No. You walked away. Which is rude.” He poked her in the chest with the sword. “You should at least leave a map.”

“I don’t have a map.”

“Everyone needs a map!”

“What do you care!”

He doesn’t know. At all. So he shrugs. “Does it matter? You left me in the middle of our quest. Mapless! And alone!“

“My quest.”

“Ours. And now you have to complete it. Or you’ll be a dud knight and a washed up nobody, like me. And I won’t allow that.”

They’re standing in the middle of a little glen. He’d found her camped out under a pine tree. And it seemed like the best place possible for an ambush attack. The birds had briefly stopped their incessant screaming to peer in on their private conversation. He weighted the sword in his hand and gripped it better. “So. Should I cuff you? Or will you come willingly?”

“This is dumb, Nick.”

“That’s Sir Nick to you, Judith. And if you don’t come, I’ll cuff you and drag you halfway cross the world to finish whatever stupid thing you need to do to be a guard or a knight or whatever shit dream you’ve got stocked in that brain of yours.”

To her credit, Judy does at least look a little ashamed of the whole ordeal. Still, she twists her hands into her frock and scowls at him from over the blade. “It wasn’t stupid. It was a good dream.”

“Yeah right, and-“ he stops. “Wait. Was?”

It’s another story altogether. And when her face twists up, he lets the sword drop. “Carrots?”

She sits down against the pine tree and tells him everything.

If foxes like him were being put under arrest for her pithy needs, she didn’t want to be a knight at all.

“That’s dumb.”

“You’re dumb.”

“Carrots, you can’t just give up because of one Fox. I’m not even a good fox. I’m a half decent fox. If you’re going to give up over a fox, choose someone worth while.”

“You’re worth my while. And that’s enough.” She picks at the forest floor, and pulls away a little bundle of moss. An ant crawls out and makes its way up her wrist until Nick reaches over and flicks it off. “I just… there are better ways to do this, you know? And the way I was doing it…” Her ears flatten. “I never did apologize. Did I.”

“No. You just left.”

“Right. Sorry for that. Too.”

“S’fine. I’m used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be used to it.” Judy heaves a breath and smoothes back her ears, letting her head drop to her knees for just a moment enough to gather enough strength and say, “I don’t think I ever really wanted to be a Knight. Not if this was the way it went.”

Nick hums. Sits back. “You know… you don’t actually need to work for the King to be a knight. You could just… be a Knight. There are plenty of smaller communities who need them.”

“No one needs a runty rabbit for a Knight.”

He doesn’t mean to say I do, but he says it anyway. And once it’s out there, it’s out there for good. Violets stare at Myrtle, and the two sets of eyes connect for far too long across the tiny space they share.

“Oh…” Judy says.

“Uh… yeah…” Says Nick.

They look away.

(They smile).

“You’ll need to bring me to the King,” says Nick. “If you ever want to be a Knight.”

“I already told you,” she steps over a root. “I don't want to do that. I don’t want to take you to the King. And I don’t want to be a Knight.”

“As if I’ll believe that.” He kicks dirt at her, and she jumps away.

“Ass.”

He chuckles. “You’ll need to at least make this about the quest.”

She follows after him down the little road, away from the castle. She doesn’t know where he’s going. They’re going. But he seems to know, and that’s enough. “What quest?”

“All knights have a quest! And yours is to catch me and bring me into custody and become a world famous knight, yada-yada-yada.”

“You’re right here, Nick. I don’t need to chase you.”

“Oh please. I’m always running.” He turns quickly, and she’s taken by surprise when his claw pushes against her nose. “And you’re always going to chase me.”

“We’re not even running.”

He throws up his arms. “Follow me, then. But at least try. It makes life more interesting.”

So follow him she did.

It’s not perfect. But it’s something.

They’re a pair of rejects, traversing the land. The two of them, claiming the world as their own. She was his knight. He was her thief. He walked. She followed.

(in its own way, it worked)

It would be another few months before she would kiss him. Lying in the fields, looking up at the clouds. She presses her lips to his in something that’s light and fluttery. He sits up.

“What’s that for?”

“For being you.”

“That is deserving of nothing. Miss Judith.”

“And that is a lie, Mr. Nicholas.” She’d smile, and he’d swear she outshone the glare against the steel beside her. “Besides. I caught you.”

He’d laugh. “Does this mean I have to run?”

“Definitely.”

(He’ll let her catch him this time)

(And then he’ll kiss her next)

He’ll never write her poetry. And she’ll never write him a song. But they will chase one another across the lands to find his mother and the foxes that live in the little huts three Kingdom’s. His mother opens the door to a shamefaced son, and a Rabbit in a bright blue frock holding onto his elbow.

“Hi,” says the rabbit. “I’m here to return your son.”

His mother was a scrawny stern woman, but the past light in her eyes warmed at the sight of the fox before her. Still. She managed a glare at the rabbit by his side. “And who are you?”

“I’m his Knight,” she says proudly. “And he’s mine.”

Mrs. Wilde was incredibly hospitable after that. “Thank you for bringing him home,” she’d whisper, holding Judy’s paws. “He needed someone like you.”

“A knight?”

“Not quite,” Mrs. Wilde would say.

Judy would smile. Nod. “I needed him, too.”

As it turns out, the foxes were in need of a knight as much as Nick was. And he claimed that it was selfish of him to keep her for himself.

She was only too happy to apply.

Things are perfect enough that one day she’ll tell him, “they’ll write stories about us,” and he’ll throw back his head and laugh so hard the birds will startle from the thrushes.

“And who’s gonna write this story!”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But someone will.”

“What’ll they say?”

“Who knows! That I chased you until the end of time. Or maybe that we did absolutely nothing with ourselves and became hermits, living off the wastelands. It might be good, though. Or it might not be.” She waggles her brows. “Oh, could you imagine? If it were a positively delicious tale about our exploits?”

“Our exploits are nothing to talk about.”

She slaps his arm. “We’re worth talking about.”

“And what if we’re not?”

Judy lays back against the grass. “Then I suppose I’ll need to write about you, Mr. Wilde.”

He makes no promises that he’ll write about her. But he tells her, if anything, he’ll make her a map. You’ll need a way to find me, Carrots. In case I run away from you and these awful tales.

Please, she snorts, like I won’t always find you.

He believes her.

Nicholas Wilde is very much content with his place in life. And it wont be until the end of their lives – good ones, by all accounts – that he’ll explain to her he was happy.

She’d go first. And he’d hold her paw and smooth her brow and kiss the inside of her wrist. You made me happy, he’d say. You were what songs were sung about. What poems were written for.

Don’t be a sap, she’d rasp back.

Fine, Nick would say. But it goes to show why people write stories after all.

Why?

Facts are definitive, Miss Judith. Words are just another way to find people, if you lay ‘em right. He’d kiss her paw again. Don’t forget to leave me a map, this time.

They hadn’t needed to be proved.

But it was worth remembering that any two people could rattle the words. And if she laid out their story just right, then perhaps the lines drawn would be the easiest path for him to trace.

He’d leave after her. In true fashion, he’d chase.

And she’d wait for him to follow.

The museum curator, Adam Strout stood in front of the last tour of the day. Zootopia Elementary was a decent mix of predator and prey, sitting around in a bored circle. They looked up at the curator with wide, desperate eyes, all screaming please finish quickly. He coughed into his hoof. “Right, well… last display of the tour is the illuminations of La Renard et Le Lapin. A Medieval Illumination discovered in 1874 by an anthropologist who occupied Eastborough, which you know today as Bunny Burrow. What you’ll notice here is-“

A teacher on the outskirts of the small collection of children made a gesture with her clawed paws. Hurry it up. They’re only ten. You’re boring them.

Oh. Right. Ten.

He’d never been particularly good with children. But damn Mr. Frouier for being out sick the last two days. He was the one who usually did the tours like this. How the hell he kept them occupied, Mr. Strout would never know. But here he was, and for now he’d have to suck it up and deal.

“Right,” he began again. “These… pretty papers… show us stories of what might have happened according to lore and legends of the time. That’s like stories that people might have told based on things that happened-“

A Zebra raised his paw and Mr. Strout pointed. “Like when I lie to my parents?”

The class burst into an array of giggles quickly followed by chants of liar liar liar!

The teacher hushed them. Mr. Strout sucked in a breath. “It’s more… exaggerations. This one just happens to be the most famous.” He moved aside and let them see. They got up quickly, filing around the glass box filled with the pages. Sticky paws left little pock marks.

Mr. Strout did his best to repress a shudder.

“Why’s there a fox tryn’ ta eat a rabbit? The question came from the tiniest animal of the group. A little rabbit in a pink jumper standing beside a fox. The fox nodded along. He was wearing a yellow shirt and it clashed almost violently with his orange fur.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, that’s because- here, sit down for me a moment? There we are. Right. Well, to explain it better, these texts were meant to describe a lot of the tales of a Fox and a Rabbit who existed as folklore at the time. We’re not sure he was trying to eat the rabbit at all.” He stood back in front of the group and straightened his shirt. “We’re not even sure if they were real or not. But what we do know is that they were written about, and that they represent the time they were written in.”

The fox, who is not at all interested in how historical markers that stories such as these ones played an important role in preservation and dicovery (much to the curator’s distress), piped up, “why does the fox look mean?”

“In the stories,” the curator pointed down to one of the texts sitting in the middle, “it’s said that the Rabbit was a noble. And she became a knight after she captured the fox. But the fox escaped.”

There was a murmur of mystery that rippled through the ten year old’s. Their teacher smiled, but hushed them. “Be polite.” The class chimed a collective sorry Mrs. Peterson before sitting almost comically straight.

He cleared his throat. “We’re not really sure how it ends. But from what we can see, the Fox and the Rabbit chase each other forever. A few of the texts read that they were eternal enemies. The ones nearest the end,” he pointed towards the very last pages, showing the rabbit cowering below the sword of the fox, “show that she was captured and never heard from again. But whatever it is, it’s a story that we still hold onto as history and use to show how we can-“

There was a crackle from the intercom. Attention Patrons; the Museum will be Closing in Fifteen Minutes.

The class slumped in relief and followed its teacher’s instructions, standing up and beginning to file near the closest exit in what could be considered a shoddy example at a line.

Mr. Strout got ready to leave himself. Except-

“That looks like daddy.” He looked over his shoulder to see the rabbit and the fox from earlier, standing on their tip toes, noses pressed to the glass.

The rabbit nodded its approval. “Definitely daddy.”

“And that’s mommy.”

“Yeah, but she’d win the fight at the end.”

“No, she wouldn’t!”

“Would to!”

“That’s dumb!”

“You’re dumb!”

“Hey! You two!” The teacher hurried over, rolling her eyes at Mr. Strout as she passed (this happens all the time, don’t worry about it) and he let his own smile spread (I’m sure. No worries at all). “Come on. The class is gonna leave without you!”

“But Mrs. Peterson, we found mommy and daddy!”

“I see that! You’ll have to come back later and show them. Now say thank you and let’s go.”

They mumbled a thank you and allowed themselves to be ushered out.

Mr. Strout watched them leave, puttering away after the rest of their classmates, towards the busses parked outside.

“Mr. Strout, you wanna start clearing out?” The security guard had his hand hovering over the light switch.

Strout nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Elmore.”

The bear nodded, Flicked off the light. Left. Leaving Mr. Strout watching the empty doorway the class had left. What an unusual end that had been.

Shrugging, he collected his papers, smoothed his shirt one last time, and headed back to his office. He poured himself a bland cup of tea and stirred it with an old plastic spoon. And then he sat at his desk, and stared at his computer.

His hoof hovered over the keys.

He wrote;

“For tomorrow.

To talk about to tour. Fox and Rabbit texts, circa 19th c.

Facts presented: Illuminations created by Unknown. Rabbit and Foxes name both Unknown. Some of the interpretations explain that the Rabbit chased the Fox around the world, to recapture the prisoner she had lost. Other stories would later tell, scholars mooning over these illuminated documents crested in gold flakes and commissioned with cobalt paint. The ink is worn from oxygen exposure but easy enough to interpret. The fox smiling slyly over the lovely lettering, while the rabbit did it’s best to strike him down with her long sword.”

He paused in his typing, taking a long sip of the tea. The two children settled into the back of his mind, quarreling good-naturedly. No she didn’t, Yes she did, You’re wrong! And you’re dumb!

Strout shook his head. Continued.

“He would drive her half to madness with his trickery. And she would outsmart him with her wiles. The natural enemies would end one another. But no text has yet shown this to be definite proof of the stories end.“

He lifted his hands. Stared at his writing.

Then he dragged a notebook out of a drawer and found a pencil. He scribbled out the words “Find Definitive Proof. Friends? More? Tales of interspecies?” and stared at them a while longer.

Well, if history had taught him anything, it could always be drawn out into the light. It wasn’t the fairest of the humanities for no reason, and many a fallen tale had been resurfaced through the attempts made by common museum critics.

Putting the notebook away, he shut his computer off and stood up.

He’d call a historian about it later. Talk to them about the way the papers had been drawn with brilliant colors. The possibility of an ending not discussed, or left to stew. Or that the paper that had been chosen had been old maps from whatever documents the writers could find.

Whatever it was, it could wait for the morning.

He wrote down his questions. Pasted a reminder, along with a local historians phone number, on the side of his computer. Morning. He’d do it in the morning.

Until then, the Fox and the Rabbit could chase each other for one night more.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

So y'all don't know and I'm just beginning to remember.

Thanks to Mike Salinas yelling about his bathroom.

We spent 8 months with them in 1992/1993

Traveling trying to clean them up. Make sure no crimes or human trafficking was going on

Fights all the time, we would ref, me and the Queen, award prizes for best knock out, best defense, neat foot dance. We tried to award both sides.

Even if we didn't like them.

But shit Now we old! Come now. So now they're rich, too.

So we weed them out, make them use their own money!

Take self responsiblity for their actions.

NHRA ain't the best with them 3 second races but dam we kept busy in them pits!

Shit we'd take bets

I was what? 7?

We were probably worse than the adults but we ran circles around them!

And gave prizes!!

We had fun.

Id magic turn Mike Salinas hair green in the morning shower. And I'd tell kids go pick up scraps outta so and so's place go give it to that guy picking aluminum cans in the stands

"Who? Who?"

"Mike Salinas -- the guy with the pink hair" or whatever color I'd turned it.

We Robin Hooded that place every weekend.

Mike Salinas to this day don't know why that little "witch bitch" always played pranks on him.

I'm not gonna say why.because hes got more surprises.

But I'll tell you this. He never complained. He thought the fights where over all bad.. He would watch

But he'd rather pick cans for cash.

So i told the Queen. That kid over there ain't like us

Ahe said leave him alone

I said i don't want to, give me a list of who you hate.

She didn't want to.

So I said ill give you mine. Be a mom. Just agree ir disagree.

Alex hid behind the trash can writing down her agrees

Couple other people asked their list that we didn't have.

We had 74 people on it.

So we narrowed it to 22.

And we paid the kids half what Mike got per can 10 cents per piece of metal they took to Mike to turn in,

We gave them the list. We said "these people don't pick up trash either. So you see anything metal on the ground you go and pick it up, if its shiny its probably metal"

Cruz and Tony's hair would change colors, too. Same color as Mike's.

Because those bunker kids we took out for fun instead of Chinese food, really cleaned up.

First day. The first day. Mike Salinas had a 20 foot by 24 by 5 foot tall haul to recycle.

It looked like a million bucks, like you. I told him.

"Yeah with green hair. Thanks allot kid. I know it was you. I heard you laughing when i was in the shower. How you get in my bathroom anyway?"

"I didn't. Enjoy your recycling"

"Yeah sure and im the thief around here!".

"The biggest! And don't let anyone tell you any different!! ROBIN HOOOOD!!" I was walking away with the kids. "Come on let's go see Snoop and show Mike Salinas how much money you earned"

He had dollars and rounded it up.

$5 per kid was all he had on him. He said we would go on a toy shopping spree too free of charge,

So i told the kids "be brave and strong and show him the money yourself. Tell him how you earned it"

"Look! I made this much helping you!!"

"Oh! What you teaching these kids?? To steal and earn money! You bad witch you!"

"Sir not all of it was for you. We got 5 cents per piece. Half of what you make. And all we did was clean up. She gave us a list of the messiest places out here and so we worked. We earned it, and we get to go shopping too! And get toys! Snoop said he will pay! This is just fir us no ine else! No sir! We wouldn't steal!"

I could tell, although I was standing behind him, a fence between us, his head down lowered to that 5 foot Mark and the way his shoulders shook. I knew he was crying. I rubbed his shoulder as if he was a lamp and a genie would pop out and Grant him wisdom "oh there Mike Salinas. You're gonna be okay. That i promise you"

"Go on then! Get outta here! Take that money and stuff it up --- in your pockets! Go on Now! Get out! And have fun, too!!" He couldn't look at them. He was crying so and that was the Best Thank You that poor sad lonely wise boy could muster up.

"Come on kids, Lets git! I got some work to do"

"That man was crying! How so? We did something nice and without him asking!!"

I touched his shoulder and he stopped walking i leaned down to his face "ain't no one ever been nice to him yet. He didn't know how to react!"

"Silly Mexican! Are they all like that?".

I looked back at Mike. "Wait. I want you to see something real quick. Let me bend and untie my shoe. Hey stop walking! Turn your face and look at that old man now"

"Man! He smiling!! He'll learn. Well teach him" he turned off to walk

I wrapped my arm around his small shoulders. He was half my height but his wisdom made him tall. "That's the best of it kid. That's the best"

By the end of the summer that kid had grown from me bending down a few inches to him to reach my armpit to taller than me.

Hed tell me "that old man bossing us around! We are free contractors! Independently owned and verified! I know because i went home but i still come down to earn a buck and a lemonade. Lets go get him one too he needs to chill out"

That boy was Antron Brown. One of the few African American racers and one of the best in Top Fuel.

So if you have a missing child take your DNA4U and you'll earn $2,200 this year just for caring!

[whxtiswriting]

A trap ||

Dean was leaving the office one afternoon, when he was ambushed by a man in a loose jacket suit. 

“Dean winchester?” The man asked, “You’ve been a hard man to track down. I was paid to give this to you-” He said, shoving a folder into deans hands. “It seemed important.” The man said, before rushing off. 

Dean was left baffled and confused. He opened the envelope and out fell a note and a picture. The picture was of his last boyfriend-Castiel. Theyd been broken off for two years, when castiel had left nothing but a bottle of wine and a goodbye note. Dean hadnt thought much of it in the last two years, as he had worked for a long time on getting a new position at work and settling into his life- he had romances and other interests in life- but this was something he wasnt expecting. 

An almost naked castiel was blindfolded- handcuffed, and covered in wounds and blood. The image made his heart stop. He was cold and numb as he walked inside, poured himself a cup of water and drank it. He looked at the letter- and read the words three times. He needs your help, like always, dean. We’ll see you soon. A warehouse address was written on the paper. Dean was in a haze, as if he had lost himself. He was in the car driving to the address without a second's notice. He had to save cas! The warehouse was next to the river, it was abandoned and dimly lit. Dean had a moments hesitation when he thought about whether or not this was a trap- he was walking into the empty warehouse and he wondered if it was faked- “Cas?” Dean asked, before calling louder “Cas?” It was a moment before castiel answered, “dean?” there was a scuffling sound, “Dean!” he was tucked away in the warehouse, restrained by rope and in his boxers. He was tied to a pole- and there was a mattress nearby. The trash around the warehouse made it clear that hed been held here for a few days, at least. “Cas! What happened? Whats going on here?” Dean asked, rushing over and trying to untie him. “What-what are you doing here? How did you find me?” Castiel asked, quietly, confused. “I thought-I thought i would never see you again.” castiel mumbled weakly- he was injured and weak. “We have to get you untied.” Dean replied angrily, and confused. “Whoever did this might come back-” Castiel swallowed thickly, and closed his eyes. “He-” “He might, might he?” a voice called. “The puzzle is complete, Baby-bird.” The man said, walking over to them. It was the man who handed dean the envelope- vaguely familiar and igniting a fire inside of dean. He stood up, and turned to face the other. “I’m taking castiel home.” “Go ahead and try, he will come back.” al said, smiling. “Isnt that right, little bird?” “I-I thought you left, Al.” Castiel breathed, trying to be tough because they weren’t alone. “I just wanted to personally invite our guest of honor to the party, Cassie.” he pulled off his suit jacket, and draped it over a loose box. “It’s not really a party without a guest of honor.”  “Fuck off.” Dean said, angrily, stepping between castiel and Alistair. “Take a seat, Deanie Baby.” Al instructed. “Fuck you.” Dean insisted again, defensively. “Oh, I intend to.” Alistair laughed, hauntingly. “Baby-bird, You wanna be a good boy? Make up for everything you’ve done wrong?” He asked, looking at cas. “Al, please- don’t do this-” Castiel begged, teary eyed. He was exhausted and worn from the days torture. “You cant keep us here.” Dean argued, looking at Al. “You can’t do this.” Alistair hit a beam, hard enough to make castiel jump against the bindings. “Dammit dean! You’re not a very good Dolly! You’re always making problems! Always ruining things!” Revealing just how much he was under Alistairs skin. “You stole his heart! He’s always crying your pathetic name! You ruin everything! You did this to yourselves!”  he stormed over to them- and shoved dean into the pillar. “You’re a lunatic!” Dean hissed, shoving Alistair back. Alistair hit him-swinging at him. “You are a broken dolly! You don’t play right!” He hissed at him, aggressively. 

Dean tried to block the hit but he fell anyway. 

“Al! Stop!” Castiel begged, jerking against the bindings. “Shut up! I’ll deal with you after i clean up this mess!” Alistair hissed, grabbing dean from the floor and yanking him to a pole across from castiel. “Ally, baby- Please- I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! Leave him alone!” Castiel pleaded, pulling against the rope. “Shut up, cassie.” Al snapped, tying dean to the pole. “I’ll make a good dolly out of him soon.” He promised. Dean struggled, blinking conscious. “Stop- leave him alone.” “Now you can still watch, Deanie baby.” Al said, patting his face. “Leave him alone.” Dean pleaded. “Stop-” “You’re almost convincing.” he said, admiring his work and stepping away from dean. “You’ll enjoy this.” He smiled. Alistair knelt and kissed castiel- shoving his tongue down castiels throat- as he untied the bindings. He moved to kiss the rope burned skin from the restraints- keeping a rope around castiels neck to be a leash. “You gonna be good for me, baby? You gonna be a good boy? A good dolly?” “Al, please-” Castiel asked, closing his eyes. “Please- please don’t-” Alistair slapped Castiel, “Answer the question baby, don’t be all shy in front of our guest of honor.” Castiel looked at dean- sighing. “I-” “Don’t! Cas!” Dean chirped. “Shut up!” Al growled. “I’ll be a good boy- sir.” Castiel promised, looking away. Alistair yanked the rope and pulled castiel to his feet. “Cmon, baby. Lets welcome our guest.” Castiel was dragged and forced to kneel between deans lap, he couldnt make eye contact with dean. “He has too many clothes on. Take them off- Give him a blowy, baby.” Alistair instructed, smiling and stroking castiels hair. “Al-” cas breathed. “Blow him and do a good job of it- help him come around, baby.” Alistair instructed. “Castiel, stop!” Dean hissed, “Don’t listen to this fucker!” Dean said, scooting away from castiel. Cas was tense-and afraid. “I-I didn’t know- I didn’t think that Al would do this.” Castiel apologized, crawling closer to dean. “I am so sorry, Dean-” tears clouded his vision. Dean squirmed and got away from castiel, “Fucking stop! Just, stop! Listen to me, you don’t have to do this!” “He does.” Al replied angrily, “If i told him to kill you, he would. He is my stupid little plaything.” Al laughed, “my good little dolly.” Castiel didnt move- he was frozen to the spot. “Get to work, cas.” Al instructed, “or it’ll be so much worse for you.” Dean used his boot- putting it on castiels chest and pushing him as far from him as he could. “You only have vague control of castiel and none of me, asshole.” Castiel didnt move. Deans words cut into his skin- and his head was spinning. It had been a really long day- and he was sort of convinced this was all a fever dream. Al got angry and pulled dean up by his hair- hissing. “You too will break, Dean. You will be a good dolly, soon. You will do what I say, you will hurt and you will hurt castiel when I tell you to-” he laughed. “I will break you.” Dean smirked. “You can fucking try.” Alistair hit him-hard. “You will watch your fucking mouth- little boy.” He hit him again, blood splattered on alistairs face. “What does he see in you? What makes him call your name?” “Al, stop!” Cas begged, teary eyed. “Shut up! I’m not talking to you! You failed me!” Alistair hissed. 

“He saw a better fuck than you!” Dean spat, smirking. “I’m better than you, and I don’t even have to force anything.” Alistair tore deans shirt open, and threatened him, “I’ll show you a better fuck.” He promised, working on deans belt. “You wanna take a viagra before we start old man?” Dean taunted, fearlessly. Alistair shoved the fabric from deans shirt into his mouth. “Shut your mouth, little boy. You talk too much.” While Alistair was busy, castiel started moving away from dean, away from Al. He was tired and weary and he just wanted it to stop. Dean kicked and squirmed to prevent Alistair from undoing his pants. “Stay still, baby-boy.” Alistair hissed, moving his hand to deans throat. “Stay still or I will gut you.” Castiel moved, quietly. He had to get to Alistairs gun. It was always nearby- frighteningly close. And once, recently, inside of castiel. Dean squirmed harder. “You’ll have to fucking make me.” he knocked Alistairs hand off. Alistair smirked, tracing Deans chest. “It’s gonna be so good to break you in; You’ll be such a good toy- maybe even better than Castiel.” Then, the click of Alistairs gun. Castiel had it- and he was standing behind Al. “Stop, Al.” Alistair laughed, “put it down, before you get hurt.” “You leave him alone. Untie him and let him go, now.” Castiel demanded, frightened. “ Alistair pressed himself firmly into dean. “If you shoot, you will shoot dean too. Do you want that, little bird?” “He’d understand.” Castiel bluffed. “Let him go.” “Youre a little birdy, you won’t hurt me.” Al replied. “Put the gun down.” “Maybe- maybe I’d shoot myself. You’d lose me and him.” Cas argued. Dean muffled and bucked against alistair who looked angry. “You wouldnt.” Al replied. “This would hurt Deanie baby. You kill yourself for him? You think thats a good idea?” “You want me so badly, you fight for me- you hold me in a prison- you’re willing to let me shoot myself?” Castiel asked, pointing the gun at his chin. Alistair hesitated before turning to face Cas, “Baby, bird.”  Cas had only been shooting once- it was when Dean and he had first started seeing eachother. It was awkward and weird- and it was a really good date. “Baby, bird- I love you. Put the gun down.” Al insisted, moving to approach cas. Castiel wasnt really thinking about what he was doing. It really didnt feel… real. He turned the gun and pointed it at Al. Castiel pulled the trigger- shooting both dean and Alistair. He was blinded by fear- and rage. It wasnt real. Alistair collapsed, screaming- but deans scream was muffled- and he was prevented from collapsing. Castiel dropped the gun, rushed over to dean. “Oh dean, i’m sorry-” he said, pulling the gag from deans mouth and undoing the ropes. “I’m sorry- i’m so sorry-” Deans side was bleeding, and he was dizzy. Castiel helped him to a sitting position and pressed his shirts remains into the wound to stop the bleeding. “Please tell me that you have a phone-” castiel begged. “My pocket-” dean agreed. Castiel dug into the pocket and pulled out the phone, dialling 911. “Hurry-” Dean said, pressing the shirt into the wound. Castiel tried not to panic- it was going to be okay.

“911, whats your emergency?” “I’m in a warehouse- we need an ambulance-” He begged, shakily. In deans pocket he found the address on the note- as well as the phone. “I think- this is the address. I shot two people. Please hurry.” “Cas!” Dean clutched castiels arm. Castiel looked to dean. “I’m sorry, dean-” “No-no, you did good.” dean shook his head. “You did good.” “Theyre not far, they’re gonna fix this. They will.” Dean suddenly looked panicked, “Cas!” Castiel was pulled to the floor and al jumped on top of him, pummelling him before squeezing off his airflow. “You piece of shit!” Castiel clawed at Alistairs hands. He couldnt breathe. Dean groaned and tried to get up- “cas-” “I’ll fucking kill you!”  he squeezed harder, hissing, “You’re mine, you belong to me- youre fucking mine! I will do what I want with you!” He tried to buck Alistair off of him but he couldnt. The tears started flowing and wouldnt stop-he was suffocating. Hed gotten dean shot- and he was going to die. The bullet wound prevented dean from getting close to them. Just then, the lights flooded on and the police rushed in. “Police! Hands up!” Castiel continued to attempt to buck Alistair off of him, but he couldnt. Al wasnt going to give up. “I wont let them save you. You’re mine to kill.” Alistair hissed. “I told you what would happen if you tried to leave!” “Hands up!” The officer hissed. Things were blurring and he was struggling, but castiel couldnt get him to stop. “He is going to kill him!” dean cried. “You have to stop him! He’s going to kill him!” “Hands up or I’ll shoot!” the officer hissed. “I’ve been shot once tonight! If I die, he’s coming with me!” Alistair promised. Then, the bang, and alistairs hands loosened as he fell over. Castiel gasped for air, panic seizing him. Alistair was ontop of him, he was dead, wasnt he? “Cas-” Dean attempted to get closer to castiel, but the police officer next to him didnt allow him to. “You are hurt, you must stay still.” “You have--... help cas.” dean argued. “Dean-M fine.” he promised, weakly. “You okay?” his hands curled against the ground, and he panted. “Thank god, you’re alive-” dean smiled. “M sorry, dean-”  castiel breathed. Dean was quiet. “Sir?” the officer asked. “We need a paramedic, quick!” Deans eyes were shut and he wasnt answering. “Dean?” castiel asked, trying to sit up. “Dean!” he started sobbing- fully breaking down. It had just been the worst day of his life. “Oh god- please don’t let him die! He’s- he’s gotta live- i cant be the reason he dies!” he cried. “It’s okay, kid.” the officer promised. “The paramedics are here.” They rushed in and tended to dean, though a few came to castiel. It had been a really bad week- or more. Cas didnt know how long he’d been kept here. “I’m fine-” cas argued. “He needs help- I shot him-” “He’s going into shock! He’s lost too much blood-” one said. “Please save him- he needs help-” Cas babbled. “So do you.” A paramedic said quietly. They rushed both dean and cas into an ambulance- and put a tube in deans mouth and an IV in his arm. “His BP is droping, he’ll need a transfusion!” “Do you know his blood type?” castiel was asked. “No.” cas replied. “We’ll need O negative then, call the hospital!” the paramedic said hurriedly. “Tell them to prep for surgery, theres no exit wound.” Castiel closed his eyes and tried to stop listening. It was too much. He just wanted it to stop. Just for a moment. Then they were at the hospital, and dean was rushed away. Castiel was brought to an exam room and examined. He wasnt life threatening, not like dean. He was thoroughly shaken, though. He didn’t even know what day it was- and he was panicking. He was panicking when the doctor came in- and so he was sedated. There were many wounds- but all easily treatable. 

A while later, an officer came in. castiel sat up, and stared at his hands as the officer addressed him.  The room was dim. “Mr. Novak, I was hoping to talk to you.” The officer said quietly. Castiel looked at the bandages on his wrists. He chewed his lip, and nodded shakily. “Do you know if dean made it?” “He’s in surgery still.” The officer said quietly. “Oh.” Cas sighed, frowning.  “Am I in trouble?” Castiel asked, tugging on the blanket he was draped in. “I shot him.” “We just want to know what happened, Castiel.” The officer reassured. “I shot him.” Cas said softly. “What happened?” He asked quietly. “I tried to leave Al again.” he said quietly. “He wouldnt let me leave.” he whispered back. “He got mad- and he wouldnt let me leave.” “Alistair was the one who was shot by police, right?” The officer asked. “Yes, sir. And- and I shot him too.” Cas replied softly. “I meant to shoot him- he was- i didnt mean to hurt dean-” Castiel whispered. “Al was trying to hurt him, and he wouldnt stop-”  castiel sighed. “He was obsessed with dean-and with me… he found photos of dean and i from a few years ago, when i was with dean- he twisted it into my being obsessed with him. If I protested his cooking or his treatment of me- he would twist it back to something to do with dean.” Castiel explained shakily. “I tried to leave again- and he brought me to that warehouse to punish me. What day is it, anyway?” castiel asked, trying to understand. “Its wednesday, October third.” The officer replied. “This Al, he assaulted you?” “Yes sir- he was abusive and he lost it.” Castiel sighed. “And why was dean there?” He asked. “Al disappeared for a few hours and- and he tricked dean into showing up, I think. I think dean was there to save me.” Castiel sighed. “And I shot him.” he frowned. 

“We took pictures of the warehouse. How long were you being kept there?” “A week, I think.” Castiel sighed, touching his wrists. “Can you have someone tell me when dean is okay?” he asked quietly. “I’ll ask around. Why did you shoot Al?” “He was gonna hurt Dean.” castiel whispered softly.

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I appreciated his ability to be direct without being rude or vulgar. I like em young and hung! Also, I give it a 95% hes well endowed- orange is the new Black. At no point did he ask for nudes, or ask endless intimate questions- I give it a 50/50 chance of being a satisfactory encounter given our lack of communication beforehand, but I cant resist a Ginger to save my life.

He passed with flying colors. Im telling you, this isnt rocket science. I feel my lady business respond immediately. In our very brief texting we went over our Dos and Donts, as well as both agreeing we like aggressive AND passionate sex. Dont ever forget that.

The way hes kissing me I can already tell this will likely be a very good encounter. " Its early afternoon, what a great way to spend it. Upon his arrival I am freshly showered, bed is made, and Im wearing t-shirt that says "MEETS OR EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS. He sits next to me, we awkwardly exchange hellos, and then he moves right in to kissing me. Not overly eager, not sloppy, makes you want it right meow.

Hes not pushing my body down while shoving his tongue down my throat. He starts lifting up my shirt after pawing me and groping for the goodies- having discovered my nipples are pierced and briefly sucking them, its time for layers to come off.

He peels his layers off as Im taking mine off and comes right back to mauling me so expertly I couldnt resist. Hes kissing me like hes excited to see me, and hes real good at it. Hes maneuvering me onto my back while he takes a top position.

Moving his head lower he pulls my panties off but with such reckless abandon theyre still on my left leg. Good kissers are also known to be good lovers, from my observation. Youre taking your clothes off, too. I dont recognize the alphabet hes writing, maybe its Spanish.

The moment he kisses my thighs its all over. His eagerness to put his mouth on my slit is palpable. He didnt just dive face first into my nonsense salad- first he ran his tongue up my outer labia on both sides and it felt soft and gentle and GIVE ME MORE. Fuck God sounds totally different when Im cumming and yelling nonsense. Right around now is where I learned Im actually bilingual, but whatever language I was stuttering out can only be whispered or shouted; theres no in between.

Oh my god hes licking my asshole- I have sex Tourettes. Do you think Jesus and God can tell youre not swearing AT them? he pushes my legs up and licks up and down, then just down. I can barely take it, stretched to maximum capacity for comfort, and even then hes mildly uncomfortably large. And it consists mostly of very short, hostile sounding 4 letter words.

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GOD DAMN YOU HAVE A BIG DICK. Pushing my limits for size, I question if my lungs have enough room to inflate fully while hes all the way inside. Id put him right around 7 inches in length, my preference being 6.

With my pelvis lifted to the right level, hed shove his tongue in me as my insides start to contract with the orgasm. Literally cumming on his tongue. For sure hes wearing the biggest condom commercially manufactured, or a trash bag. My hips would buck but his arms would find their way around them and hold them in place, while my legs stretched upward trying to walk on the ceiling. We didnt transition out of missionary, he sat up and spread my legs wide while plunging into me with force and conviction.

He rolls on a condom and pushes himself inside me- my eyes rolled back so far I saw memories from my childhood. I sound maybe like a dying rabbit as my fingers pull his short hair and hold his head firmly in place. I didnt keep count, I was much too busy screaming his praises to the Gods.

He gets his and we collapse away from each other. As soon as I begin to cum, back go the legs, down goes the head, and hed ride my climax on his face. When I would start to climax, hed withdraw quickly and push my legs up around my head. He puts his underwear back on and Im guessing hes leaving now, sad times, but then he hops back onto the bed and I take the opportunity to snuggle up into his armpit and touch on his body while I bask in the afterglow.

He does this for every single orgasm. Im wrapped around him and mostly content. I cant get my mouth around it right, my hand doesnt wrap around it. Its awkward to handle, do I need a license? I feel like my certs are out of date because this newfangled cocktraption is just outside of my scope of experience.

Good Lord, who taught you to do that? I gift him my mouth because hes more than earned it. I could definitely go for more, but hes not some 20-something with endless stamina. He pounds away at me from different positions, I like him behind me because I like his stroke and how he braces himself by holding my hips down. Clearly he gets most of his satisfaction from pleasing his lady.

Im not going to argue, and somebody has been listening to my thoughts and dreams again because this man was made in a fucking lab just for me. The sun goes down around 4pm right now so thats not a good indicator either. what even is time, man. Im amused I come across that way- Im all about those afterglow cuddles.

Between our rounds we break for cuddles and snuggles- he confesses he assumed, from my profile on PoF, that he was to go after the first round and I wasnt much for affection or cuddling afterward. He enjoys the cuddles too, and doesnt like to just leave after a hookup unless thats her preference. Please me you thick dick Georgia peach!

Take care of your partner after you fuck them. He enjoys my head game but it just makes him want to fuck me. He gets off twice more and I have no idea how much time has passed. HOLD MEEEEEEEEEEE, pet my hair and tell me Im pretty. Fool I dont get to round 3 very often with men in their supposed prime, so whos more thrilled! Hes an intuitive partner and he reads my cues very well, plus he just wants to bring me all the pleasure.

Apparently he doesnt get to round 3 very often, and hes kind of thrilled about it. His size is intimidating and hes more shaped for vaginal feel goods. I like how he lays it down, and I like anal with the right partner. He admits hes never been able to have anal successfully, and I can understand why.

The way hes shaped, getting the head in is not the hard part- he gest wider towards the middle and base, like a fucking road cone. I dont doubt that hell follow my lead and respect my signals if things get too intense. The last time things started heating up Im on my belly and hes pressing the head of his monster cock on my asshole- Im doing word problems in my head about the likelihood of this being a good idea or not.

He apologizes for cumming too soon- I had to hold back my school girl giggle. He flipped me over and fucked me hard up until I told him to say my magic words. What a dear, sweet lover. He actually thought he owed me an apology after our FOURTH consecutive romp. Tell me you love fucking me. Ive got shit to do as well. 10/10 would fuck again.

I tell him point-blank Id like to see him again before he leaves, he happily agrees. We were unable to make it happen, he was just too big and we didnt do enough warmup, but I took about half of him before tapping out. He texts me asking what my plans are for the evening, as hed like abby winters galleries to grab a couple of beers and a late dinner.

Fast forward 24 hours. When posed with options like this, I always ask WHY NOT BOTH? I tell him Im going to shower and meet him at the restaurant bar near his hotel, he instructs me to bring my lube. I dont really do compromises. Or I could come over to his hotel room after and he could just fuck my brains out all night.

Maybe Id like to join him? In the time it took me to excitedly shower and keelhaul the warts off my body, my phone starts showing notifications of other interested men folk. The words fall out of his mouth and he explodes seconds later, to his own surprise. why end with a OR when theres always an AND?

He tells me I cant miss him at the restaurant bar- hes wearing a cowboy hat. (You thought that hyperlink went to the movie reference, didntcha? CANT TALK NOW, THICKEST DICK EVER WANTS TO TAKE ME TO POUND TOWN! Oh goody, I know what Im wearing later. Can honestly say hes a good one.

Test me, Ive got true grit. ) The company was great, hes fun to talk to. Cleaned up, its time for him to go he has things to do. As were leaving I ask how many Magnum XL condoms he has- he says 4. He confesses he doesnt generally have his lady spend the night because hes very affectionate and waking up next to someone hes spent the better part of the night pleasing, can lead to him having feelings.

We need to buy more, STAT. I feel like a teenager again. We talk about our kids, divorce, he tells me about his previous military experience, and what hes doing now. Rolling into Wal-Mart at that hour, with giant shit-eating grins on our faces, buying only condoms.

You think youre big, you aint big until you must have custom condoms. I get what youre saying, were gonna fool around and then I gotta GTFO. Sexy Ginger man with a good head on his shoulders and giant cock, somebody please snatch this man up quick haha or dont, and let him keep sharing that beautiful endowment with all the ladies.

Back to the hotel room, we barely make it to the bed and hes on me. Details from here are fuzzy, but he went down for ages and we fucked around in every position. Dont get it twisted; theres approximately 10 million condoms in my purse, but they wouldnt fit him. Remember, if youre hard to size on either end of the spectrum theres a UK company called TheyFit that you can enter your measurements into and theyll get you fitted with one of their 66 sizes.

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He positions himself at the backdoor and gently adds pressure until I whimper or tense up. Working together slowly, gently, following my vocal cues I take him to the base. Pushed to the hilt we pause. Its more than mildly uncomfortable, but if we take it slow itll feel great.

I can feel it cold and slippery, then hear him stroking it on himself. I swear to Kylie Minogue I cant make this stuff up. Im a little drunk- 3 drinks on a mostly empty stomach, Ill sit on your lap and call you Daddy if you want. He picks up the pace, we start talking dirty to each other. I have not been quiet at all during any of this, but now Im incapable of controlling the primal animal noises Im bleating into the bedding.

He was having some performance issues but was bound and determined to make sure I enjoyed our time as much as possible. I can feel him shaking a bit, hes going to cum soon. Its late, the booze and orgasms are sedating me.

Hes down close on me, wrapping his big hands around mine, entwining our fingers, crossing arms under my chin as he grinds into me. I tell him to withdraw slowly. I wake up hazily to roll over and his arms find their way around me again, hes a perfect big spoon. After several loud, amazing orgasms, he gets down close and pushes himself inside me all at once.

Rocking into me Im wrapped around him in my koala hug. Hes holding me and Im lost in it. I awake fully to him sliding down the bed, tossing my right leg over and burying his face in my morning pussy. Digging my fingers into his back and pulling his short hair, I dont want it to end. Im cold and reach for a sheet, he covers us immediately and Im back out like a light.

He slows down but hes plunging into me with the kind of force and quivering body that lets me know its now. Pushing my skirt up, pulling my panties to the side, he takes my box in his mouth and I hold on for dear life, staring up at the mirrored ceiling I get to watch myself almost cum in his mouth.

Morning sex was more passionate, and a bit briefer. Hes even kissing me with my dragon breath. We havent even hit the floor button yet. When we get to the ground floor we smoke together outside, recap our enjoyment with each other. My back hurts from how he so violently throws my legs back to eat my pussy while Im cumming, both my pussy and asshole are recovering from their respective stretching and beating, and Im walking on a broken toe.

We get dressed together, and he goes to walk me out but as soon as the elevator door closed he dropped to his knees. He tells me after two days with me, he wont be able to fuck for a week. God damn that was good. He reaches up, hits L, and continues his works. 10/10 would fuck any time. I am completely satisfied. This will happen one week from now, when he has free time again.

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