#are out here with the 10 inch dicks and its like hmmm

[animentality]

so if the average vagina is 3-5 inches deep, and the average anus is like 5 inches deep, then all y'all writing cocks over 8 inches in your porn fics need to chill.

5 inches is more than adequate.

you size queens.

[awhitehead17]

My Best Friend’s Brother

Jason & Tim, TimKon, Robin!Jason, Stray!Tim, Alternate Universe, Flirting, Humour, Teasing, Blushing, Friendship. 

Summary: Jason thinks they could work together, it would certainly be an interesting dynamic with the way Tim gets all flustered around Kon, especially considering his persona is one of the most flirtatious ones out there. Making a decision he starts making plans on how he’s going to deal the obvious two way attraction that Stray and Superboy clearly have. It’s not going to be easy, but he’s Robin, he can handle it!

A/N: This is an AU where Jason is Robin and Tim is Stray. All you probably need to know is that Jason is with Tim's Titan's team, (he hasn't died), also that Jason and Kon are best friends. This is crossing off 'Villainous Crush' from my Batfam bingo card. 

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“I don’t think I can do that.” Robin says shaking his head as he stares at the security footage in front of him. “I mean I’m good, don’t get me wrong, but that is beyond my capabilities.”

“What do you propose then?” Wonder Girl questions him with a frown. “Who else is there that has the ability to bypass security as tight as Luthor’s undetected?”

Robin crosses his arms and gets thinking. The security they need to get pass is top level and the most advanced stuff Jason has ever seen. They’ve been able to hack into the cameras but that’s as far as they had manged, beyond that was just a dead end and none of them could do it.

What they need to do is access a hidden vault underneath Lexcorp because it’s storing away some crucial files full of delicate information. What that information is Jason wasn’t sure, however when Superman gave them the mission he made it quite clear that is was to be done asap.

One person soon comes into mind. This particular person could have the skill to get pass the security where they can’t, who would be able to sneak their way around everything without getting caught but was also skilful enough with technology that they could hack into the system if needs be.

He’d rather not ask them for help but really it’s the only option he can think of. With a sigh, Robin turns to Wonder Girl. “I know someone, so leave it to me. As much as I hate to admit it, they probably could get through the security and laugh about it at the end.”

She raises an eyebrow and demands, “Who?”

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“My, my little birdie, it’s been a long time! Did you miss me?”

Their voice comes out sounding rather distant from the phone’s speaker, almost like they were outside. Despite how quiet it sounded, there was no mistaking the teasing tone behind their words.

Jason sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, mentally counting down from 5 before responding. “It has been a long time Stray. I hope you’ve been keeping out of trouble.”

“Of course I haven’t! Who do you take me for?” Stray says with a disbelieving snort, like he couldn’t believe Jason just asked that question.

The present Titans were all gathered around the kitchen table with Jason’s phone in the centre of it, currently on speaker to the costumed vigilante called Stray. Jason glances at his team mates to see most of them raising eyebrows at Stray’s words, Cassie’s face was stony cold, like she absolutely loathed this idea. Jason wasn’t a fan either, but it’s all they got.

Jason knows who Stray really is, but his team doesn’t. Stray was Gotham born and bred, they met on the rooftops and bonded (Jason may or may not have become protective of him during that time, not that he could help it). They’ve stayed in touch and occasionally help one another out when needs be, hopefully Stray will be willing to help Jason on this occasion.

Before he could say anything more, Stray’s voice was coming through the speakers again, this time louder like he has stopped and actually put his phone to his ear to talk into. “I’m guessing this isn’t a pleasure call Robin, which is a shame. What do you want?”

“I – we, the Titans – need your help with something if you’re willing. Are you available in the next day or so?”

“Hmmm, it depends. I may be free to help you, that is saying if I even want to help you, however I may not be. What is it?”

Jason rubs a hand across his head feeling frustrated. Stray really isn’t making this easy. “By passing security in Lexcorp to get to a vault. We won’t be able to do it without triggering the alarms, you on the other hand may be able to. If you agree then I’ll meet you and share the deets, if not then it’ll be until next time.”

There’s a moment of silence, as if Stray is thinking through his options. After a few beats his voice comes through the phone again, “If I do agree to help you, what’s in it for me? Jewels or money? Perhaps some of that nice fancy tech Luthor happens to have laying around all the time? A date with my favourite birdie?”

Jason ignores his friend’s wide-eyed looks and focuses only on the phone, “We can discuss that afterwards. Are you in: Yes or no?”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Stray agrees sounding sort of resigned, “message me where you want to meet and I’ll be there. See you soon birdie!”

Jason doesn’t bother with a good-bye, he simply reaches over to grab the phone and hangs up. Still ignoring his friends expressions he tells them, “I’ll arrange a meeting with Stray for this evening and make a plan from there. I’ll keep all of you updated as I go.”

After that he leaves the kitchen and ignores the questions being fired at his back in favour of retreating to his room. He really hopes it wasn’t a mistake contacting Stray.

It was early next morning when he meets with Stray. They meet down by the San Francisco docks away from any cameras, any prying eyes and in complete privacy.

Jason stands waiting around with the trained patience that’s been drilled into him from his early days as Robin. That’s the only reason on why he wasn’t fidgeting or pacing with restlessness, unlike his companion who’s decided to tag along with him.

To his side Superboy paces a few feet backwards and forwards with boredom, sometimes he walks it and sometimes he floats it. Jason wants to be annoyed at him for it, but it was rather amusing to watch.

When Jason announced his meeting time with Stray, Superboy insisted on coming, stating that someone else should tag along just in case something happens. Jason had wanted to protest but the Kryptonian looked determined to come and he couldn’t remember the last time he and Kon had actually been alone together. Considering they’re supposed to be best friends, they don’t actually hang out a lot.

Kon lets out a huff and comes to stand by his side. The half-Kryptonian crosses his arms and looks around impatiently. “Where is he? He’s supposed to be here by now right?”

Just for his own amusement, Jason doesn’t bother pointing out that Stray has actually been around for the last 10 minutes, simply hiding in the shadows watching them. He’s surprised that Kon didn’t pick Stray up with his enhanced powers.

“You should come over sometime man,” Jason says conversationally instead. “It’s been a while.”

Kon’s scowling expression turns into something softer at the mention of hanging out, he sends Jason a smile, “That’ll be good yeah. I’ll have to kidnap you at some point and take you to the farm, Ma’s been asking about ya.”

Jason shoots him a small smile. He likes the farm and always enjoys visiting the Kent’s, a weekend away doesn’t sound too bad actually.

Deciding he’s had enough, Jason turns to a shadowed covered alley nearby. “Alright Stray, enough is enough, come on out. We have business to deal with.”

He ignores Kon’s squawk of surprise in favour of watching Stray saunter towards them. The vigilante was dressed in his full gear which consisted of a tight dark grey leather suit (which could easily rival Dick’s Nightwing spandex) from the neck to his legs, flexible black boots and gloves, a small black belt tied around his waist with a whip hanging loosely from it, on his head were two cat ears and sliver googles with black lenses covering his eyes.

He has no idea how Stray wears the suit, it contours every muscle he has and seems like its going to rip if he stretches just that little bit too much. It never does and Stray wears it without an inch of discomfort.

Stray walks up to them, and Jason certainly doesn’t miss the way he eyes Kon up and down, until he’s a couple feet away. He smiles widely, showing his teeth. “Hello boys. How’s it going?”

Under his domino mask, Jason rolls his eyes, pointedly ignoring the almost flirtatious tone being used. Next to him Kon was staring wide eyed at Stray, barely moving a muscle.

In that moment he knows something was up, this here was the start of something. With the way Stray had his head tilted just to the side so he could look at Superboy (Jason couldn’t see his eyes but he’s known Stray long enough to know his tell-tales) and the way Kon was openly staring without a care in the world.

Jason very loudly, and obnoxiously, clears his throat to gain their attention. “Matters to attend to thank you very much. Important files we need to steal before they land into the wrong hands. Remember that?”

They both turn and blink at him but otherwise don’t say anything. Rolling his eyes Jason digs through his utility belt and brings out a small electronic tablet which he presents to Stray.

“This is the security we need you to break past.” Robin tells him. “There's a vault at the end, we haven’t yet worked out what kind it is but chances are that you’ll probably know how to break it anyway. What do you think?”

Handing Stray the tablet seems to snap him out of whatever trance he had fallen into while staring at Superboy. He grabs the thing out of Robin’s hand and studies it. Jason patiently waits, knowing he’s studying the black and white security footage, going over what is visible to the eye before looking deeper and finding all the hidden secrets.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.” Stray declares handing the tablet back to him after a moment.

Jason raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? So you’ll do it?” He honestly hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

“Send me a copy of that footage and the details of the building, from there I should be able to get in and out. I can have the files you apparently need by sunset tomorrow, or today if you want to get technical.”

“What do you want for it?” Robin questions suspiciously. There’s always a catch somewhere.

There's a pauses as Stray looks Kon up and down once more before turning to him with a wicked smirk, “Keep it open as an IOU. Once I’ve decided I’ll let you know gorgeous.”

Without further words, Stray turns and disappears back into the shadows like he was never there in the first place. Jason takes a deep breath and shakes his head, that kid he swears…

The silence soon catches up to him and he shoots Kon a look. His best friend was still staring at the recently vacated spot. Jason waves a hand in front of his face. “Kon?”

Kon blinks and finally turns to him, as if coming back online. “That was Stray?”

“Yes, that was Stray. The annoying little brat I call my younger brother who I reluctantly asked for help because it boosts his ego like nothing else. Why, didn’t you know who he was?”

“Yeah, I, uh I-” Kon stutters for a moment as if looking for the right words. “I’ve heard of him but never seen him until now. That was him? How old is he? Is he even legal? Did you see those hips, jeeze… wait you said little brother, I didn’t know you had a younger brother!”

Putting the tablet back in his belt, Jason turns and starts walking away, heading back for the Tower since it was late. Kon rushes to meet his stride and together they walk.

“He’s a younger brother I never asked for, not by blood but in every other way that counts. We met on the streets in my early days as Robin, much to my annoyance I came to care for the little brat and here we are years later. We occasionally help one another out when needs be.”

Kon gapes at him for a moment before spluttering out a question. “What’s with the leather? I mean I get you bats and your spandex but leather? There’s no way that’s comfy, and with how much it shows…”

Jason scowls at his friend, feeling a little protective. “Don’t perve on Stray -”

“I’m not perving!”

“- he just likes to flirt. He gets kicks out of everyone around him being a blushing mess.”

What Jason doesn’t mention is that Stray is only that confident in the suit. Outside of being Stray, the kid behind the persona is nothing but shy, sweet and innocent (if a little annoying).

Kon seems to have nothing else to say after that, if he does he keeps any other thoughts to himself so the rest of the journey back to the Tower was quiet and uneventful.

The next day a small box parcel appears on the Tower’s doorstep. After scanning it and triple checking that it wasn’t any kind of bomb, they open it up to find the files they had been after from underneath Lexcorp. All that there was in the box beside the files, was a sticky note with a handwritten message on it saying: Remember birdie, IOU, I’ll let you know what I want gorgeous.

Upon reading that Jason sighs and shakes his head. He mentally curses out Stray for putting him in the awkward position of explaining to his team that no he and Stray were not in any kind of relationship and how Stray just likes to flirt with everyone.

Jason quickly explains why they’ve never met the vigilante before, that reason being because Stray was also a thief and can be unpredictable at times. Despite Jason’s brotherly relationship with the brat it’s still a risk to work with him, he never wanted to get Stray involved with the Titan’s from the beginning.

After some more questioning his teammates seem to eventually accept the explanation and leave the matter be. However, Kon wouldn’t let it go, he kept pestering Jason for more information. Did Jason know who he really was? What was his age? Why was he a thief? Would he want to join the Titan’s anyway? Was he single?

Jason glared at his friend for that question and refused to tell him anything.

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It turns out it wasn’t too long until Kon ended up meeting Stray again. A couple weeks after the Lexcorp mission, Kon decided to stop by Gotham to hang out with Jason only for them to come across a battered, bruised and bleeding vigilante later on.

Jason was on patrol when Kon found him, and not having the heart to tell his best friend to go away (who cares about Bruce’s no meta’s rule anyway?) he let Kon tag along for the rest of the night. Once they were finished the plan was to go back to the Manor to chill with some video games and some of Alfred’s delicious snacks.

It had been going well as they had stopped several muggings, a few drug deals, a couple of lurking johns and even a small gang war. It wasn’t until they were about to head home when their plans suddenly changed.

From where they had been in an alleyway, sudden gunshots could be heard from nearby. Not wasting a second, Kon lifts up off the ground, grabs Jason’s outstretched hand and flies them over the building into the alley on the other side.

They get their just in time to see a body fall backwards onto the ground and someone making a run for it at the entrance of the alley. Without even speaking, Jason instantly rushes over towards the fallen body while Kon goes after the runner.

To Jason’s surprise its Stray he finds lying there on the ground groaning with his hand pressed tightly against his shoulder.

Diving into his utility belt for medical resources, Jason hisses. “What the hell did you get yourself into Stray? You idiot.”

His voice seems to get Stray’s attention. The kid gives him a pained smile, “Just y’know, an average night. Fuck.” After a moment he seems to remember something because he’s bolting up into a sitting position and looking around frantically. “Where is he!”

Jason pushes Stray back down and keeps him still with a hand on his chest. Ignoring the weak struggles and protests, Jason examines what he can of Stray’s wound. He could see that the bullet is still in his shoulder but he can’t say if it’s hit anything vital. They’ll have to get him back to the cave for scans and proper treatment. In the meantime, Jason slaps a bandage over the wound and keeps pressure on it.

“Robin to the cave, anyone there?” He says into his comm.

While he waits for a response Superboy appears with an unconscious body in his hands, that being the man who had made a run for it moments ago.

“This is Agent A, Robin. How can I assist you?”

“I’m with Stray, he’s just taken a bullet to the shoulder and it’s still in there. I’m bringing him back to the cave, can you get the medical bay ready? ETA 10 minutes.”

After getting off the comms he turns to Superboy who’s body posture was awkward but his eyes were trained on Stray’s limp body. “Superboy.”

It takes a moment but Kon seems to snap out of the trance. “Huh? Sorry. The police are on their way, what shall I do with…” he gestures to the unconscious man still in his grasp.

Jason huffs as he quickly digs out a pair of handcuff from his belts and tosses them to Kon. “Tie him to the lamp post. I need your help with Stray.”

Kon does just that and reappears at his side seconds later. “We’re taking him to the cave, I want you to carry him there and keep pressure on that wound. The bullet’s still in there. Agent A will be there waiting for you.”

“I don’t wanna go to the cave… I’m fine….” Stray mutters from his position on the ground. His words are beginning to slur and his movements are sloppy.

Kon hesitates. “What about Batman?”

Jason waves his concern off. “Don’t worry, I can deal with him. Now go before anything else happens. I’ll meet you there in a bit.”

Jason makes it to the cave a lot later than what he would have liked. He had to wait around for the police, explain to them what had happened before he could finally start making his way home.

By the time he got the cave, Stray was already trying to leave and was arguing with Alfred about his condition, while Kon was standing to the side looking awkward and unsure on what to do. Stray was currently only dressed in the bottom half of his suit, leaving his torso and bandaged shoulder for everyone to see. Much to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t even have his ears or goggles on which helped conceal his identity.

As Jason walks from the garage to the medical bay, he observes the scene. It was rather amusing to watch the younger boy try to argue to Alfred why he’s fine and doesn’t have to stay the night to be observed and how he’s continued on with much worse. Stray is fighting a losing battle and they all know it.

Kon, on the other hand, was rather interesting to observe. The meta was standing in the medical bay but to the side, watching the scene before him with wide eyes. While the Kryptonian seemed to be in shock, Jason could also see how Kon’s eyes run over Stray’s body, the way they linger at his chest before moving up to stare at his identifiable face.

Jason is pretty sure Kon doesn’t know who Stray really is. He has made it clear that he’s attracted to Stray and is curious enough to want to know more about the thief but beyond that he’s never done anything about it. On the other side of the coin, he knows Stray is eyeing up Kon in a similar fashion. Behind the flirtiness, he’s a shy boy who wants to get to know Superboy more and secretly gets flustered at the thought of the meta.

Perhaps Jason needs to introduce them on a more solid and neutral ground? Stray is like a brother to Jason and Kon is his best friend, would they even work? Does he want to start something like that between them, or simply help them get their shit together so he doesn’t have to be stuck in the middle anymore?

He’ll have to have a think about it.

“You are staying the night and that is final!” Alfred declares firmly to Stray who was now pouting from his position on the medical bed.

Jason snorts as he enters the room and goes to Stray’s side. Poking the younger boy in the ribs, he says, “Look, it’s just for one night. We can hang out, have a good catch up while we play crappy video games and sleep until noon tomorrow. Then you can go.”

The glare he receives makes Jason cackle. Once he’s calmed down he glances at Alfred, “Thanks for patching him up Al!”

Alfred merely smiles and starts bustling about to get everything cleaned up. He turns to Stray next, pointing a finger at him, “I’ll see you upstairs in a moment. I’m just going to walk Superboy out of here.”

He turns to Kon to find his friend still staring at Stray. Rolling his eyes, Jason clicks his fingers in the meta’s face and grabs his attention. He cocks his head to the side and starts leaving the medical bay, “Let’s go lover boy!”

Kon stutters for a moment before rushing to catch up and he grins when he sees Kon’s flushed face. Jason walks with Kon to the end of the cave, thanking him for his help that night but also apologising that their plans to hang out weren’t happening. He does a rain check for when he’s next at the Tower and promises that they’ll spend time together while he’s there. Looking a little sullen, Kon nods his understanding but doesn’t push the matter. He takes off up in the air and quickly disappears into the night sky.

As he heads back, Jason starts making mental plans on how he’s going to deal the obvious two way attraction that Stray and Superboy clearly have. It’s not going to be easy, but he’s Robin, he can handle it!

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“So what was it that you needed to do again?” Kon questions him as they climb a fourth set of stairs.

Jason glances over his shoulder from where he was ahead of Kon, guiding them through the apartment building they were currently in. “I got a message late last night from a friend, asking me to pick something up from his place. Figured I’d stop by while out with you since we were passing through the neighbourhood.”

“Makes sense.” Kon comments a moment later.

They don’t talk again until they were standing outside an old wooden, beaten door after climbing six flights of stairs. Jason knocks on the door and patiently waits for the occupant to open it up.

“This friend of yours,” Kon drawls looking at him, “are you guys close?”

Does he know about your night activities? Jason picks up the double meaning of the question. He smiles at Kon and says, “We’re actually really close, yeah. But sorry about this, it shouldn’t take too long.”

He doesn’t mention to Kon that in fact this was all planned by him. The message to come and collect something from his friend was planned, because Jason in fact purposely left said item here the other night just so he would get the message. Meeting up with Kon and having him come along just out of ‘coincidence’ was all part of it too.

A sound coming from the door opposite them gains their attention. They both turn to it as they hear locks clicking and a chain being rattled. Soon enough it opens up to reveal a small teenager dressed in an oversized hoddie and leggings.

“Hey Tim, how’s it going?” Jason asks with more enthusiasm than necessary.

It was like he was watching it all in slow motion, that moment when the kid opposite him realises exactly what Jason has done. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open at the realisation of it before his expression becomes dark where his eyebrows drop, his eyes glaring daggers at Jason and his lips pressed into a tight thin line.

While Tim glares at him, and is probably imagining the most painful way he could kill Jason, Jason turns to Kon just in time to see his best friend also click onto what he’s done. Kon’s expression goes to one of shock as his eyes flicker between Tim and Jason.

“Wait, you’re uh, you’re-”

Kon doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying because Tim was suddenly hissing at Jason. “You asshole Jason!”

Tim backs away from the door and promptly goes to slam it shut and it’s only thanks to his quick reactions that Jason catches the door before it hits the doorframe. He barges his way into the apartment and turns to Tim grinning at him. Tim wasn’t paying attention however, the kid was now glaring at Kon who stared back and slowly inched his way into the apartment. Despite Kon being invulnerable and one of the most powerful people on the planet, he seemed rather intimated by Tim.

Once they were both indoors, Tim then slams the door shut with a loud bang. Crossing his arms over his chest he turns to Jason with a scowl. “What is the meaning of this? You of all people know how important identities are!”

Jason hums and starts wondering around the small apartment. He leaves the hallway they had been in and adventures into the joint living room and kitchen area. It was there on the coffee table that he sees the files he purposely left behind the other night.

Tim marches in behind him with Kon following soon after. “What the hell are Selina or Bruce going to say about this?”

That makes Jason blink and pause. He hadn’t thought about that. Oops. He shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s fine. I can work around them.”

“How? How are you going to get around one of the best thief’s and the world’s greatest detective?”

Jason doesn’t answer, mostly because he doesn’t actually know. Thankfully he’s saved from any more scolding from Tim because his best friend speaks up.

“So your name is Tim?” Kon suddenly asks from his spot by a sofa. The meta still had this wide-eyed look on him, like he really couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Yes.” Tim snaps at him. “You better not tell anybody either!”

Jason forces the smirk off his face as he sees the kid blush red. He knows this is about to get interesting and is more than happy to watch how this plays out between them.

“Really though? Tim? Tim is Stray, the cat thief who likes to wear skin-tight leather while on the job and oversized jumpers in his downtime.”

Tim’s glare hardens and it looks like he wants to deck Kon there and then.

“Just because you’re invulnerable doesn’t mean that I still can’t hurt you!” Tim threatens Kon, with a pointed finger to emphasise his point.

For someone who had been intimated by the person now threatening him, Kon now looks completely unperturbed. It was like learning his name was ‘Tim’ made him less terrifying. “Uh huh…” Kon hums looking at Tim with a raised eyebrow.

Tim enters Kon’s space and pokes him in the chest to make a point. “I will throttle you.”

“And I bet you’ll like that, wouldn’t you?” Kon grins, winking at Tim.

Jason couldn’t help but snort at Tim’s face. If his shocked expression in the hallway was golden, his shocked expression now was totally palatium. It’s like Kon flirting with him has made Tim freeze and buffer, like he doesn’t know how to handle it or what he should do next.

Tim was speechless and Jason laughs at the sight. However he does wonder where Kon suddenly found the confidence to flirt with Tim, especially since he seemed so unsure at the start. He knows Kon’s had his time with beach babes in Hawaii, but this is slightly different.

After several beats it seems like Tim finally comes back online because he’s suddenly shouting, “Get out, now. That’s it! Get out, the both of you!”

Jason was still laughing, even more so because Tim is now as bright as a tomato. “What, don’t like the tables being turned Timmy? Receiving the flirting and not giving it for a change?”

He didn’t even see Tim move, so when the kid is suddenly in his space and shoving his files into his hands, Jason stumbles backwards a couple steps to keep his balance. Seconds later hands start shoving him out towards the hallway and towards the front door.

“Get out!”

“Okay, okay,” Jason resigns. He’s had his fun and embarrassed Tim enough for one day. He walks out of the apartment and into the corridor of the building, seconds later Kon joins him. When the door slams shut behind Kon, they share a look and burst out laughing.

They don’t talk as they exit the building, both of them giggling right up until they’re out on the street and back out in public.

Kon takes a breath to control himself and shoots Jason a sideward glance as they walk down the street. “Dude, what was that all about?”

There were so many hidden questions within that one question. Jason picks them all up easily. Why did you blow his secret ID? Why did you take me there? What are you up to? He doesn’t answer any of them. Instead he snorts in disbelief and waves a hand around. “Oh please, I’ve done you both a favour.”

From there he refuses to answer any of Kon’s queries on what just happened. Things were building up between the two of them, Jason’s simply helping to jump start things along. After seeing them in there earlier, he thinks they could work, it would certainly be an interesting dynamic with the way Tim gets all flustered around Kon, especially considering his persona is one of the most flirtatious ones out there.

He’s got his own questions he wants to ask Kon, like where did that confidence suddenly come from? What happened to being intimidated by Tim? Before he starts grilling his best friend however, he figures he’d give Kon some time to mull over what happened today and then he’d pin him down to get some answers.

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Jason was done for the day. All he wanted to do in that moment was go to his room, have a long hot shower before changing into some comfy clothes and climbing into bed to sleep for the next three days.

But no, he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t allowed to do that because he had to go and find Kon, who was in the Tower somewhere, and get his report he failed to hand in after the latest mission. Cassie was getting on his back about Kon’s tardiness and it was getting on his nerves. Jason wants to argue that he’s not Kon’s babysitter! Why should it be him who has to chase the half-Kryptonian for reports he’s responsible for?

Either way he’s on his way to Kon’s room in the Tower, figuring that if Kon wasn’t in the kitchen (he wasn’t) then he would most likely be in his bedroom. When Jason reaches the right door, he taps his knuckles against it and lets himself in, he only happens to walk two steps in before he’s freezing on the spot because of what he’s seeing.

There on Kon’s bed were two figures in what seems to be an intimate position. Jason could see Kon on his back on the mattress (thank god he was fully clothed!) with his head propped up by some pillows. Above him with his legs on either side of Kon’s hips, was a familiar smaller figure dressed up in tight leather.

The two of them were currently playing tonsil hockey as hands roamed each other’s bodies. It wasn’t until a low moan comes from one of them that Jason comes back to himself and actually registers what he was seeing.

“What the fuck!”

The two figures startle at his outburst and split apart. Tim sits fully upright and looks his way while Kon blinks owlishly at him from his position on the bed. All three of them stare at one another for several long beats, waiting for someone to break the heavy silence.

In the end it was Jason, repeating his outburst. “What the fuck!”

“Oh hey birdie. Enjoying the show?” Tim smirks at him. He didn’t have his ears or goggles on meaning Jason could see his face. Meaning Jason could see how amusing this all was to him.

Kon on the other hand seemed to be on the other end of the scale. He brings his hands up to cover his face with embarrassment and groans. “This is not how I wanted you to find out!”

“Find out what?” Jason scoffs disbelievingly. “That you and Tim are finally boning?”

“Well technically we haven’t gotten that far, yet.” Tim drawls out, stroking a teasing finger along Kon’s chest.

“Right.” Jason says. Deciding that he’s seen enough, he starts to turn around so he could leave. “Well have fun, use protection and Kon, Cassie wants that report done asap.”

Just as he was about to shut the door, Tim speaks up and Jason shoots him an unimpressed look for making him stay longer than what was necessary. “Why are you acting like that? You wanted to get us together to begin with anyway. Did you want to join in?”

Jason blinks and takes a moment to comprehend what he’s just been asked. “No! What the fuck? That's my best friend there and you’re like my brother you flirtatious asshole! And yes I was trying to set you two up but that doesn’t mean I want to see it!”

Before anything else could happen Jason makes a quick exit. Unfortunately he still wasn’t quick enough because he hears Tim shout “You know where we are if you change your mind!” just before he shuts the door.

He shakes off what he just heard and tries to erase those images from his mind. He blames Cassie. If she didn’t want that stupid report then he would have never walked into Kon’s room and seen that. It could have been worse where they were naked but that’s not the point!

Well, he knew something was going to happen between the two of them and now they’ve finally gotten their shit together. Once Jason’s done getting over it, he’ll interrogate Kon all about it later on. They’re best friends, he deserves to know all the nitty gritty details and how dare he leave Jason in the dark.

Stray on the other hand wouldn’t actually tell him anything, either because of embarrassment or out of spite, it would depend on what mood he was in on the day.

It looks like he’ll be having quite interesting conversations with two people very soon.

[xllxxrbxg]

so ayon nga hehe

so ayon nga mga marecakes hehe narrate ko na lang nangyari today.

so i was like chilling today right im all set for school because i did my homeworks naman days before it was needed so i was like, "aight lets get this shit today". tapos karlo message me he wanted cuddles eh i was like hMMM... we just made out the other day eh and its like tuesday palang today !! i told him nalang na make it happen, not rlly thinking he would make it happen. but this mf took it as a challenge and actually made it happen.

before all that tho i was badtrip because ha made a very uncalled for rape joke and it fucked me up in the head, plus the fact na im being taken to someplace unfamiliar. i was very tensed the whole ride there. anw he didnt get the hint na it was THAT awful to me, but its aight we resolvedt it already. i'll keep a tab on this tho. for me that was a red flag.

anyways we made out in this tambayan place their family owns. basically it has a large parking lot and across that space was this little studio type housie house. the place had a large ass gate, wasnt really paying attention to what he was saying about the place because i was still tensed with the bad joke he made. anyways we went in and it was a very nice place. outside the house, it wasnt that obvious, but when you go in, it legit looked like one of those sala sets in malls with the note "thank you for not sitting" typa shit. so yeah it was nice it had same vibes with vista mall maybe because of the ceiling yellow scattered lights and of the fresh ass furniture and the whole place itself. it was a pretty decent size, not too big not too small for at least two people to share in the long run. it also had this aircon i always wanted the expensive ones u see in 5 stars. anyways it was quickly cold. there was also the bathroom that had a shower, then theres this chair where you pull a button and a foot rest will pop up lmfao. there were also two other sofa charis by the window. the window was the type then you push back up, not much windows tbh. but thats aight and reasonable since it has an aircon. i was tensed at first when the room was opened. it was obviously recently used idk maybe by his relative. WAS TENSED BRO same feeling when you enter an empty room newly unlocked by your teacher. THAT. that typa anxiety. anyways eventually joined him to sit by the small bed. was pretty much good for one big ass person to comfortably lie on, but fitted both of us nicely. didn't really bottom at that sesh so i don't really remember if the bed was uratex when weight is applied on me but it probably is AHSHDHASHDHSAHDSAHAH ok mej funny yun goiz liek- HAHA ok serious na nga hmpz. we cuddled first before doing nasty stuff. it was nice. i'd exchange all those laplapan just to wholesomely cuddle in peace and probably have a great nap together. i like the feeling the warm feeling. it was nice. yes. anyways,, yeah it was nice. cant stop talking about how nice it was because it was nice. heck... it was so nice. it was so heart heart. idc about my coochie getting rubbed, CUDDLE ME BITCH. anyways we started kissing and the rest is historyYYYYYY. jk. basically the make out routine starts with cuddling then kissing then he touches me until it reacher the forbidden softie softie, main bec he likes hearing my sexy ass moan. even before in tinder when i vm my boytoys for the first time the first thing they say my voice is smexy. cant blame them i agree. even when im alone and i randomly fake moan gat dam bro i get turned on too LMFAO. so yeah i moaned bec it was music to his ears and turned him on big time. was ngl kinda steamy when we breathe in each others mouth thats one of my favorite parts of it and also when i suck on his tongue. or also when i moan into his mouth. yep. also when he cusses it means im doing a great job. hehe. nice stuff ryt there. we pause sometimes to rest, then go aead again. i got many rounds that day. we did same stuff on the bed several times. then he pulled me so i'd be on top. im such a great top bro he aint know hoe to topppp. then was cuddling on top of him and then accidentally (wink wink) grinded on his rock solid stuff. he was turned on sabi nya shit anuyon sabi ka ah ayaw mo ok BUT THEN he was like gusto ko. tnagina pabebe yarn. anw i started kissing then grinding and he was cussing bec im so good at it. later my pants were off and later his shorts too. so we were underwear-away from grinding on directly. was nice got me tiredt. THEN HAHAH i saw this 5 peso coin by the bed and i was like eto yung token sa rides AHSDHASHDASHDHA WOF YAN TEH? tangina tawang tawa sya gago ang funny ko tlg san ka makakakuha ng kallapan na funny. tas nilagay ko sa gilid nya singko started grinding again. bet u he was grinding too. AND IT WAS SO HARD IT LOWKEY HURT TO GRIND ON. GEEZAS. so basically the whole bed was shaking. and i did my deed as a good girl to keep the music on (aka moaning) because there was no music. felt like

asmr. boring af. unlike when we make out sa car, theres always music. i like making out on the white chev instead of the fortuner BECAUSE THE FORTUNERS WINDOWS AIN TINTED what in the world was i thinking making out inside an untinted car INSIDE A PARK WHERE THERE ARE LOTSA PPL PASSING BY. anyways back to the bed, we paused, cuddled. then i was badtrip again for some reason so i got up to get dressed but we eventually made out again on the sofa hehe. legs spread again bec he liked touching there so i let him. then eventually was begging me to allow him to eat me out but i was like BROOOO NOOOO you gon taste it and it be not groomed yet in anyway but he was alr there begging looool he looked so adorbs but NOOO. i asked wala ka man benefit jan, sabi nya ikaw meron. tas sabi ko why do u wanna do it, he said he wasnted to satify me liek HNGGGGGG ok i would let you but it really not be groomed oakay NEXT TIME for sure. AND HECK the lights were on. it was daylight and the lights were on like hasdhahsdhashdas it feels liek im being eaten out at the home decor station at vista mall U GUYZ. anyways ayon. after non i think he tried carrying me for some reason. and i knew he found me heavy lols. but yeah i was a cute little moment he carried me around the room pretending its a mall and he's touring me and shit, "to your left, is the sala set, to your right is the flat screen tv..." things like that HAHAHA funny cute moment. anw later on we found ourselves sitting on the little bed again i was on top of him. he didnt want to lay down bec he alrady made the bed lol so we started grinding again sitting, me on top doing my best !! giving my all !! bec he also had a finger down there as i grinded on his stuff so it basically felt like a direct grind lols. anyways was nice. then later on we made out standing up. was kinda hard because he was 7 inches taller. OH AKALA NYO TITE SIZE YUNG 7 INCHES NOH. hinde. so ayon we were making out and he was shy to ask for a deep throat HAHSDHAHDHAS HECK NAW BITCH U TOLD ME A RAPE JOKE. so this is the part where i get revenge. he was standing there, and i was teasing him. was acting clueless, but he hinted he wanted his belt off so i took it off. was honestly confused with the belt. lol. anw i got to remove it and said, so ano next? playfully hhehhehehe. anyways ayon nga eventually me teased him everrr soooo slowly his dick went from solid-jelly-solid-jelly. LMFAO omfg will i cause him illness? omg. anwwww ayon. later on i removed his shorts as he asked. then i stepped aaway from him across the room because he was doing the shy type hands while hsis shorts was by his foot. and i LOL'd at him for a good few minutes just clapping my hands out of entertainment HAHSDHAHSDAS. then he asked me to put my hands inside, did it slowly and i told him to smile ka nga muna. AND HA THE MF WAS SHAKING. LOL. my fucking powerrrrrrr. anyways later on i was teasing out the underwear, then later i got my hands in again and then touchedt the dick *YAY* finally we got there!! anw it was only for a few secs and i told him its over HAHAHA. then i put his shorts back up again, but subtly teasing that i would suck. bec the shorts were by his ankles so i had to kneel. did i suck? no. did i make sure he thought i was? YES BITCH. and then he lay down fretting because i didnt suck his dick and then while was laying down i opened his shorts again to pretend that his dick was a computer mouse and told him "lets play solitaire, o kaya counterstrike or maybe purble place. gawa ng cake hehe" lmfao mfer be cry laughing because he dont know what to do bec he was teased. so ayon we ended that way and i thought he was bad trip bec of what i did. but he assured me na di naman like dapat lang duh. anyways ayon hehe.

uwi na kami after nakauwi ako 1. andon kami 10. hehe. hinatid nya man me pauwi. tho yung byahe pauwi di pa kami nakakalayo sa place he pulled over so i was confused bec there were no big vehicles incoming but to my surpris he started kissimg me again lol bro deins ka ba nasasawa. anw yon. was nice naman. making out with a guy from a rich fam is nice bec yall dont need to pay to rent in motels lol but still has pressure, bec if we end on a bad note, i swear most of the blgs here are engineered by his relatives. thats how prominent they are. the place we went to is owned by his uncle, who works at legazpi rn thats why the place was vacant. theyre making a mall i think idk. so thats why his uncle is making another like that na place dun. so he has somewhere to stay. like what in the wealth... its crazy how people have money. and for sure even if the place we stayed in was small, it costs millions fr. anyways ayun yung promised detailed chika ko. hehe ciao. mej pokpok nga me pero look at me suffering the consequences, may sipon na ako aside sa ubo because he had mild sipon. now my sipon is malala compared to his, and he alr is recoveredt tangina unfair. but yesterday he insisted to see me to drop off some meds and he hugeed me and cried. because i asked for a time out the night before. bec i was having a hard time. he allowed it but over thinkedt it so yeah he cried while hugging me tight in the car. and kept on saying sorry mainly bec of the sipon thing. but it was, i felt, directed to the other stuff he had disappointed me with. anyways before that sabi nya ok lang ba sayo mag punta munang emall may bibilhin lang, sabi ko naur im sick. it was bec he wanted to buy me gummy worms lol. cute. u shoulda bought them before going to me, mofo. jk. loveee u penggg.

[jbbuckybarnes]

Kinktober - Day 31

31/31 Pairing: Bucky x Reader Prompt: semi-public Warnings: 18+, unsafe sex Note: FINALLY I’M DONE WITH THIS!!! Tell me which one was your favorite this month!

M A S T E R L I S T

The mission Bucky and you were on was finally finished and you were put into a nice hotel somewhere in Mexico for the weekend before flying back. "Pool?" "Pool." 

Being dragged around the water by a super-soldier definitely made the whole thing of staying out here more enjoyable. "You look adorable like this," he said walking backwards and smiling. "Bucky? Stop flirting with me like we haven't been together for months." you giggled. "Okay. Honey? You're hot as fuck and your ass looks way too good in those bikini bottoms." he pulled you closer. "You're a goddamn teenage boy, Barnes." you pulled yourself even closer to him and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Can you blame me? After a week working next to you without sex?" he grabbed your ass. "No, I can't." you went in for a kiss. "Wanna...you know...have some fun?" he smirked. "Here? Now?" your brows went up. "It's just a hotel pool." he shrugged and kissed your collarbone. "I don't know, Buck," you mumbled. "C'mon, its dusk already." he planted another kiss on your neck. "Fine, but don't get us caught." you rolled your eyes and were dragged towards the sidelines. He turned you and pressed you against the wall of the swimming pool. After more kisses on your neck and a few whispered sweet nothings, your bottoms were pushed to the side and your hips pushed up. You whimpered when you felt his length touch you. With a hum, he dove into you and had you claw into the edge of the pool. "You like doing it in places like this, don't you lie, darling," he whispered grabbing a lower edge of the pool and started moving. "Fuck," you whispered and dipped your head to make place for more kisses. "God, this is hot," he whispered thrusting a little harder almost making you moan out loud. "Please, make me cum in this pool, daddy," you whined quietly. "Hmmm. Love it when you get all submissive with me." he chuckled and thrusted into you with more kisses and had you lean back against him. "Yes, daddy." you whimpered. "Filthy little princess. Looked so good in this dress for the mission. Could've taken you in the middle of that gala." he grumbled and continued. Since you couldn't moan out loud you could only become whinier. "Please, daddy." "Mhm, baby." "God, you feel so great." You heard steps and turned quiet, he continued thrusting into you until someone came into sight. "Hello." "Hi." you smiled up, trying not to let them on to the fact you had your boyfriend 10 inches deep inside of you. Once the person was gone you grumbled and got a chuckle back before another thrust got you. "Fuck." you let out a tiny moan. "You look so hot, trying to play normal when I'm balls deep inside of you." growled and you started moving against him. "Make me cum, daddy," you whined. His metal hand continued balancing his thrusts while his normal hand went to your clit. "Want you to make this pool all filthy," he grumbled. "Mmmh. Mmmmmh. Fuck. Yeah. SHIT." you said out loud before clenching around his cock. "Good girl," he chuckled, "all pretty around my dick." "If you shut up I'll give you the best head of your life in the hotel room." and he didn't need to hear that twice.

M A S T E R L I S T

[ikrystal]

jungkook fanfic:

i spy

you are in bed. it is 11:00pm and you are home alone. jungkooks shift should be finished by now. he will probably be back home in about 15 minutes. you open your phone and start to scroll through your instagram feed. although you are looking though your phone, there is only one thing on your mind. jungkook. you cant stop thinking about him. there is only one thing you want right now. him. not your phone... not instagram... him... only him.

[time skip] ~ding dong~ you wake up to the doorbell, the clock says 11:16. you must've fell asleep thinking about him. quickly, you throw your bedsheets off you and run out of the bedroom, turning on the hallway light as you run down the coridoor leading to the front door, where jungkook is waiting for you. the doorbell rings a second time. you speed up, quickly grabbing the keys. exitedly, you unlock the door as fast as you can and open it to see jungkook standing there with a smile on his face holding two grocery store bags; he had a big smile on his face. 'im home' he quietly, almost like an exited whisper, says as as he lets out a little giggle. without hesitation, you tightly wrap your arms around his waist, your head on his chest. he laughs. 'you are so cute.' you pull back out of the hug and hold his hands. he looks down at you with the biggest smile on his face. you turn around and drag him into the apartment.

jungkook takes off his coat and puts his bags down next to the door. '*sigh* im so glad im home now, its freezing out there...' you quickly respond to his comment with 'i can make you some hot chocolate! come here i can warm you up with a drink!' he smiles and gently says 'it's okay, i'll just sleep' and hopped straight on the bed. you crawl up next to him and wrap your arms around his waist, gently hugging him. 'you know,' jungkook says, 'i really do miss you when i go to work.' you look up at him and smile letting out a small giggle. you rest your head on his chest and after about 10 seconds, you whisper to him 'lets play a game.'

'what game' jungkook giggled. 'hmmm, *you pause, thinking of games to play* maybe i spy?' you say. 'i spy?' jungkook laughed. 'what? you have never played i spy?!' you were shocked. 'of course i have! when i was 12 though' jungkook said laughing, mocking your game choice. 'i dont care! *you pout* i'll start' you say. you begin to look around the room, thinking of something obvious to say to start the game. 'i spy with my little eye, something beginning with D' you say. jungkook looks around the room; his eyes follow the wall. he eventually looks at the doorframe and smirks. 'door' he shouts. 'yes' you laugh whilst clapping. you know the game is stupid, but playing with jungkook doesn't bother you at all. it makes it so much more fun. 'okay your turn!' you say. 'hmm... i spy with my little eye something beginning with...... M' he says looking at the ceiling. he didnt even look around the room. his eyes are just fixed on the ceiling. he smirks and closes his eyes, almost like he is expecting you never to get the answer correct. you try and guess anyways. looking around the room, you get confused, there is literally nothing but a mirror in the room that begins with m. thats too obvious. you try it anyways. 'mirror?' you say. he smiles 'no' he says, laughing. 'what?' you are confused why he is so happy you got the answer wrong.

'I'll give you a clue' he says. 'you.' his smile goes away and he looks you in the eyes. you have seen this face before. you cant find any words to say. his facial expression makes you feel frozen 'i... i dont know...' you gulp. your speech slows down, the eye contact truly makes your breath go away. 'mine' he says. you raise your eyebrows. 'what?' you are confused again. 'the word was 'mine'' he said seriously. 'but thats not a t-' he interrupts you 'you're mine' you look at him and your breathing begins to get heavier. 'you're only mine' he whispers. he crawls on top of you and starts placing soft kisses on your lips. you are shocked at first, but eventually respond. the kiss gets deeper and rougher every second; eventually you tug on his shirt, signalling him to take it off. he pulls away from the kiss to sit up, his legs are on each side of your body. he takes off his shirt and chucks it somewhere in the room, not breaking eye contact with you. he puts his arms back on the bed, both sides of your head, to kiss you again, but this time more violently. your tongues are now in a fight for dominance and you can tell by the way his breathing is getting heavier that he wants more. way more than just kissing.

his hand starts to travel down your clothed body slowly. he gets to the bottom of your shirt and sits back up. jungkook gently lifts your body up, so you are sitting. he grabs the bottom of your shirt with both of his hands and slowly takes it off, admiring every inch of your body. he pushes you back down and starts kissing your neck, but this time your hands are travelling down his waist and to his member. once your hands arrive there, you grab it and he moans. your hands go up to his chest and you push him over and climb on top of him. your hands are getting closer and closer to his member again. you are feeling every inch of his bare chest. as you get to his jeans, you sit up, circling on his dick, feeling it grow under his pants. he moves his hands on your thighs and throws his head back onto the pillows. softly moaning.

you stop circling and move your hands down to his jeans. you eventually start to unfasten his belt and un button his jeans, almost drooling. you pull down his jeans; you are left with his bulge theough sticking up through his boxers. you cant wait any longer. taking his boxers off, his member springs up and you immediatly begin to suck. he moans loudly right away. your head moves up and down for about five minutes and he eventually says 'y/n i- im g-gunna cum' and moans. you suck harder and as he releases, you swallow every bit of juice he produces and he is left out of breath.

you lay next to him, he kisses your forehead once he has gotten his breath back and says 'i missed you, babygirl' you smile...

what happenes next is up to you😏😏

[shae-ster93]

“Yes, my Queen”

T’Challa x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut, language

***Re-upload since it got deleted in #TumblrPurge2k18

Plot: Your husband has kept you waiting and that just won’t do

Wow, that was amazing Y/N.” Prime Minister Justin Trudeau exclaimed rubbing his full stomach.

“Well, you know what they say, fastest way to a mans heart and all that jazz.” You replied. You grinned at your husband and gently squeezed his thigh under the table. You felt T’Challa stiffen up under your grip. He shot you a look and you gave him a sly smile back.

You and T’Challa were hosting a dinner at the palace and the Prime Minister of Canada was a special guest. The dinner was to discuss the healthcare policies of the two nations and to possibly figure out a way to make them even better. Canada and Wakanda were in the Top 5 countries with the best healthcare systems and you and your husband were determined to keep it that way.

“Yes, my wife is very talented in the kitchen.” T’Challa explained while placing another forkful of cheesecake in his mouth.

“That’s not the only room I’m talented in.” You mumble under your breath.

“Ahem.” You looked over and saw your husband staring at you curiously. You didn’t think he’d heard you but you’re glad he did. You and T’Challa were throwing subtle hints at each other the entire night and the comments were getting more and more risqué as the dinner went on. It’s been almost a week since you got your back blown out and you wanted to make sure your husband knew you wanted the dick ASAP.

You finished your wine and dessert and watched as a servant removed the dishes from in front of you.

“Well gentlemen,” you began, “Its getting late. I think I’m going to retire to bed early. Apologies, Mr. Prime Minister but I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. I’m sorry I can’t stay later.”

“Oh no worries Y/N.” He replaced with a smile. He glanced down at his watch. “Oh wow, it is getting late. I’ll be finishing up here soon myself.”

You gave him a polite nod and stood up from the table. As you walked past T’Challa you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Bedroom. 15 minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.” You placed a small kiss on his earlobe and squeezed his shoulder. T’Challa immediately felt his dick stiffen underneath the dinner table. You continued to walk out of the dining hall but made sure to shoot your husband a seductive look and tapped the invisible watch on your wrist before disappearing out of the grand double doors. You had your mind made up. Your husband was going to break you off some of his chocolate TONIGHT.

****

“Where the hell is he at?” You thought to yourself. You glanced at the clock that hung on your spacious bedroom wall. 15 minutes was up 10 minutes ago.

“I could’ve sworn I told that nigga not to keep me waiting.” You whispered to yourself. You sat at the edge of your bed in a sexy lingerie two piece and were covered up by a silk bathrobe.

You were starting to get impatient. 6 days was way too long to go without sitting atop your favorite throne. You tapped a finger absentmindedly on your knee when suddenly an idea popped into your head. A deliciously nasty and filthy idea at that. A smile spread over your face. “Oh hell yeah.”

**** 10 minutes later

“Entle! I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting!”

You tilted your head and listened as you heard your husband offer his apologies from the hallway before swinging the bedroom doors open.

“The Prime Minister and I got caught up talking about-“ T’Challa paused his sentence when he didn’t see you in bed.

“Ahem.”

T’Challa turned to his left and saw you sitting at one of the desks in the large room. You were sitting cross legged and swirling a glass of red wine in your hand. The hem of the robe you were wearing was sitting dangerously high on your thigh. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by your lover.

“Baby I-“ T’Challa started to explain.

You raised a hand to stop him. “Take your clothes off and sit in the chair.” You demanded. T’Challa looked around the room and found a sole chair sitting at the foot of the bed that he hadn’t noticed.

“My love-“

“Clothes. Chair. Now.” You repeated with more force in your tone. T’Challa froze. He’d heard you make demands before but never to him personally. Who the hell gives demands to a King? He took notice of the serious look upon you face and remembered the request you’d made just seconds ago. T’Challa didn’t know where you were going with this....but he liked it.

He slowly removed the jacket he wore and tossed it to the ground. Next, came the shirt. He lifted the garment over his chest and above his head giving you an eyeful of his chiseled abs, large pecs, and broad shoulders. You felt a familiar churn in your lower midsection that signified your juices had begun to flow.

T’Challa slowly stepped out of his sandals while sliding down the zipper on his pants. He slid the them down his thighs, releasing the object of your affection: 10 inches of thick dick that fit inside you perfectly.

You watched as you husband walked over to the chair and promptly sat down.

“Y/N-“

“The only words I want to hear leave your mouth from here on out are ‘Yes, my Queen’. Do you understand?”

T’Challa froze again. Hearing you talk to him like he was anything other than the king was intriguing. His dick began to bob slightly as he thought about how you were speaking to him. He smirked to himself, “Yes, my Queen.” He silently urged you to continue.

“Fold your arms behind your back.”

T’Challa silently did as he was told and crossed his arms behind the back of the chair.

“Your hands do not move. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

You got up and slowly walked over to where he was sitting. You lightly dragged your fingernails across his shoulders and back making his dick bounce some more as you walked behind him and soon took a seat directly on the bed in front of him and looked directly into his eyes.

“So you kept your Queen waiting.” You stated.

“Yes, my Queen.” He stared back.

“Even after I asked you not to?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

You shook your head. “Tsk tsk. What kind of King refuses to keep his Queen happy? After all, the Queen is the most powerful chess piece.”

You leaned back on your palms. “I think my King needs to be taught a lesson on punctuality. Don’t you think?” You lightly swirled a finger around your knee and up your thigh.

“Yes, my Queen.” T’Challa felt his throat tighten.

“I agree.” You leaned forward and dragged your fingernails across his chest. Shoulder to shoulder and down to his belly button. He inhaled sharply. The light scratches from your nails drove wild. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Does that feel good, my love?” You asked innocently.

“Yes, my Queen.”

You continued you exploration of His Majesty’s body and ran your nails along the insides of his outspread thighs. You noticed your mans dick bounced faster the closer you got to touching it. Hmmm you thought. You encircled your nails around the base of his dick and lightly dragged them up the base to the head.

“Oohhh.” T’Challa groaned. His dick bounced at a feverish pace. It yearned to be touched, gripped, held.

That’s right baby,” You whispered, not to T’Challa, but to his third leg. “Dance for Mommy.” You watched your husbands face as it twisted and contorted at the sensation of your nails against his skin.

You bit your bottom lip. “It’s a shame baby. I had a lot of fun planned for us tonight.” You continued the assault on his skin.

“Hell,” You continued “I still have a lot of fun planned. But, since you can’t be on time...you won’t be participating.” T’Challa’s eyes snapped open and stared at you questioningly.

“That’s right my love. You get to watch... and ONLY watch.” You watched as T’Challa realized his hands were still behind his back and therefore wasn’t allowed to touch you. You knew one of T’Challa’s favorite activities during sex was to run his hands along the curves of your body. Down your spine, over your hips, across your breasts. He loved exploring your body and now that you’ve taken it away from him, you get to watch him squirm.

You slowly untied the silk belt that was holding your robe closed. You pulled it off your shoulders and smiled as T’Challa took in the beauty before him. The lace bra accentuated your breasts perfectly making them look deliciously full while the accompanying thong just barely covered up your sweet stuff.

Next, you slid one bra strap down your arm and then moved on to the other strap, never taking your eyes off the man in front of you. You unhooked the clasps in the back and watched T’Challa thickly swallow as you pulled the undergarment away from your body. Your tits sprung free and lightly bounced as you threw the bra to the floor.

You took your bottom lip into your mouth and rolled your left nipple in between your thumb and index finger. T’Challa fought the urge to reach out and rub the other nipple. Even though he wasn’t physically restrained, he knew to keep his hands right where his Queen asked him.

You gave your nipple a pull and a light smack before giving your right nipple the same treatment.

T’Challa was fully erect now and you licked your lips as you imagined him fucking your throat.

You stood up and turned so your ass was mere inches away from T’Challa’s face. You slid your thumbs inside the hem of your thong and slowly slid it off your hips and down your legs making sure to bend over and give your lover an eye full as you removed the thong from your ankles.

You turned back and sat in your same spot at the foot of the bed. You traced your tongue across your top lip as you leaned back on your hands and ever so slowly, lifted your right leg and placed it on the bed extending it as far to the right as it would go. You repeated this motion with your left leg and soon you were in child birthing position with T’Challa at eye level with your dripping wet center.

“You like what you see?”

T’Challa gulped. “Yes, my Queen.” He answered not taking eyes off his second home. T’Challa licked his lips as he eyed the slick sheen of moisture coating your lower lips and thighs.

“Do you see how wet I am?” You asked voice dripping with seduction.

“Yes, my Queen.” He whispered.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes, my Queen.” T’Challa’s eyes met yours and you could see the desperation on his face. He wanted to touch you. Badly. And yet you teased him.

Too bad.

You inserted your index and middle finger into your mouth to prepare them for their next destination. You withdrew your wet fingers from your mouth and began to rub your clit.

“Mmmm.” You moaned feeling the first waves of pleasure course through your body. You inhaled sharply as you began to pump the same two fingers in and out of yourself.

T’Challa knew you were close to orgasm as your breathing quickened. The pace at which your fingers slid in and out increased as you felt the first orgasm approach.

“Mmmm. Ohhh God” You drawled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips bucked as you rode out your first orgasm of the night. T’Challa watched as you tried to catch your breath while simultaneously trying to control his own. Watching you finger-fuck yourself with a front row seat was a glorious sight. He didn’t know how long you were planning to keep this up but he hoped it wouldn’t be too much longer. He was ready to pounce. He needed to have you NOW.

You removed your fingers from your pussy and held them up to T’Challa’s face. You slowly pulled your fingers apart showcasing the wetness that coated your fingers. Juices stretching from finger to finger.

T’Challa stared at you and you stared back just as intently as you sucked the sweet nectar from your fingers. T’Challa loved when you tasted yourself.

“Mmm, sweet like honey. Just how Daddy likes it. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, my Queen.” T’Challa spoke lowly. It seemed impossible but T’Challa Jr. grew even stiffer. He could probably cut glass with it if there was any available. You reached behind you and retrieved a box that was underneath the pillows. T’Challa eyes grew wide when you pulled a red rubber dildo from the box.

You didn’t think it was over did you?” You asked him. “Oh no, my love, you need to be punished some more.”

You gathered saliva in your mouth and used it to coat the apparatus for easier use. You laid back completely on the bed, legs still spread eagle, and gently slid the sex toy up and down your slick folds.

“Yesss,” you groaned. You picked your head up and watched T’Challa through the space between your legs. You could tell from the way he watched the dildo slide up and down your slit that he desperately wished it was his own member and not some rubber toy that got to experience the honey pooling between your legs. T’Challa’s eyes trailed up your body and when when his eyes met yours, you shot him a devilish grin. You slowly slid the rubber toy inside your opening and began to pump it in and out of yourself at a feverish pace.

Neither of you broke eye contact as you fucked yourself into a frenzy. You wanted him to watch you and you wanted to watch him, watch you.

Your brought yourself right to the brink of orgasm when suddenly you removed the toy with an audible *pop*

T’Challa flinched and writhed in his chair. His cock was fully at attention and he was certain there were nail marks in his wrists. His breathing was ragged and there were sweat beads forming at his brow. Damn it Y/N he thought. Your ass is mine when I get out of this chair.

“The next time your Queen says ‘15 minutes’ that means 15 minutes right?” You questioned.

T’Challa just stared at you. Rage, lust. passion, desperation flashing across his face like a billboard. 

You reached in the box again and this time pulled out a massage wand. You clicked the switch and the hum of vibrations filled the room.

“Right?!” You asked again.

“Yes, my Queen.” He spoke through gritted teeth. His tone definitely meant you were in for it once he got ahold of you. You shrugged internally. You didn’t care. Serves him right you thought. Let this be a lesson learned. You placed the vibrating head gently on your clit while pumping the rubber dildo in and out of your throat. You imagined all the filthy ways T’Challa would get his revenge and it turned you on even more.

Your husband sat between your legs and watched the show taking place two feet in front of him. Ripples and shudders began to flow through his body as he watched you deep throat a dildo covered in juices while holding a vibrator to your pearl.

“Oh! Oh G-“ You whimpered. A familiar churning in your belly made you bite down hard on your lip. T’Challa silently clawed at his hands trapped behind his back as he saw your legs begin to shake the way they do before a big orgasm. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.

“Oh God,” You whined. T’Challa’s eyes shot open. The noises and purrs you made in the throes pleasure were music to his ears. “Oh shit, oh shit!” you panted. Your legs were shaking furiously and you casually tossed the spit and juice covered dildo to the floor not knowing or caring where it went.

“Ohhh..” you moaned. Here it comes you thought. You inhaled sharply through your teeth. “OHHH SHIT! Yes! Yes! Fuck!” You screamed. Your hips bucked and your entire lower half shot off the bed. T’Challa fought with everything in him not to spring out of the chair you had him confined to and thrust into you. Your orgasms belonged to him and him only and that one had his name ALL over it. If his dick could cut glass before, it was definitely capable of cutting diamonds now. Baby boy was STIFF.

You groaned softly and flicked the vibrator switch to the OFF position.

“Whew.” You panted. “My goodness.” You tossed the vibrator onto the bed and sat upright. “Wasn’t that fun?” You asked the Wakandan King.

You looked down between your legs and gasped at the mess you made. “Oh wow.” You looked up at your husband through your eyelashes. “Here.” You scooted even further to the edge of the bed. “Clean your plate.”

T’Challa growled lowly. “Yes, my Queen.” He stared up at you as he leaned forward in the chair and nestled his face right on your nani. His wide and thick tongue did laps from your clit, to your center, and back again. He gently swirled his tongue in and out of you making sure to get every drop of your sugar. “Mm. Right there baby.” You whispered grabbing a handful of his coils and gently grinding your hips against his face trying to get his tongue as deep as possible.

T’Challa relocated his mouth from your pussy to your inner thighs lapping up any remnants of your endeavor and leaving light kisses and nibbles behind. The King of Wakanda removed his face from between your legs and licked his lips. You marveled at the glossiness that coated his cheeks and beard. Looking down you nodded your head. “Good job baby. All clean.”

He just stared at you. Face covered in pussy juice, hands reluctantly behind his back, and a 10 inch cock standing fully at attention. He watched you as you spoke. “Now do we see what happens when we keep the Queen waiting?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Good, I’m glad we understand each other. Are you ready for your turn?” You asked. T’Challa perked up in his chair and grinned. “Yes, my Queen.” Anticipation dripping from his words. You smiled and patted his cheek. “Welp, that’s too bad, I’m getting in the shower.”

You chuckled to yourself when you saw T’Challa’s face go from elated to disappointed in 0.02 seconds. You stood up and gathered the discarded dildo and lingerie off the floor. You glanced at T’Challa still sitting in the chair with his jaw sitting in his lap. You patted his head as you swayed past him on your way to the bathroom putting extra oompf in your step since he was no doubt watching you from behind.

Oh,” you called out over your shoulder to him “You’re free to get up and go, or do whatever now.”

The sound of the chair hitting the floor made you turn around and within three strides T’Challa was hovering above you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you up to straddle your legs around him.

“Oh, you’d better believe I’m going to do ‘whatever’.” He groaned menacingly. And with that T’Challa ran to the bathroom with you in his arms and slammed the door loudly behind you.

******

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[sexymusclebeast7]

Some naughty fan fic - part 3 (final)

Read Part 1 here: https://sexymusclebeast7.tumblr.com/post/162576272540/some-naughty-fan-fic

Read Part 2 here: ttps://sexymusclebeast7.tumblr.com/post/162659548610/some-naughty-fan-fic-pt-2

He-Man knelt down in front of Skeletor’s throne. He pulled on Skeletor’s legs, moving his ass to the edge of the seat and causing him to lean back to rest his head against the back of the throne. The result was the light glinted off Skeletor’s ripped abs, thick and dense.

He-Man ran his hands up Skeletor’s thighs. When he got to his hips, he continued to rubs his hands up Skeletor’s abs and pecs. He-Man leaned down and started licking the outside of Skeletor’s underwear next to his dick. Skeletor reached out and put one hand on He-Man’s massive shoulder and the other around the back of He-Man’s head, moaning with pleasure.

“Oh god, He-Man, that’s feels good.” Skeletor said.

“Just wait till I get your dick soaked in my saliva.” He-Man replied.

Skeletor felt waves of pleasure waft over him as he no longer had to hide his erection and it felt even better to have He-Man massaging his package with his mouth. He squeezed his fingers into He-Man’s shoulder, but his muscles were so dense that they barely made a dent. His dense, thickly packed muscle made Skeletor even more aroused.

He-Man’s hands continued to rub over Skeletor’s body as He-Man said between playful bites, “I didn’t realize how hard your body is.” He looked up at Skeletor playfully, “I thought all your shreds were just for show.”

But Skeletor was unwilling to rise to the bait. He was too caught up in the thought of having He-Man service him.

He-Man used his teeth to begin to pull back the waistband of Skeletor’s underwear. He licked around the shaft of Skeletor’s penis and heard him inhale sharply.

“Mmmm…” He-Man moaned, “someone’s a big boy. Looks like we finally found the source of your confidence, eh?” He pulled his underwear down all the way and watched as Skeletor’s dick bounced up and down after being freed. It was probably 10 inches long and as thick as wrist, but He-Man was secretly gratified to know that his own dick was larger. He-Man grabbed Skeletor’s bouncing dick and licked the underside of his penis from base to tip.

“Oh, shit, that feels good,” Skeletor exclaimed in a breathy voice.

He-Man slipped his dick in his mouth and shoved it as far back into his throat as it would go. He sucked and licked it as he pulled it out. He repeated this action several times, causing Skeletor to grunt in ecstasy. He-Man smiled at the pleasure he was giving Skeletor.

“Hmmm…” He-Man moaned as he worked Skeletor’s shaft. Spitting on it and lubricating it. “I love how hard your big, blue dick is. I think it’s even harder than your body. And your body is so fuckin’ tight, man.” More licking and sucking. He-Man was working Skeletor up to a frenzy.

“Oh, He-Man, how are you so good at this?!” Skeletor raved. Clearly, He-Man was meeting all his expectations and more. “Even your tongue and mouth are strong..” he started panting… “I can feel how strong and powerful you are…” he felt himself close to climaxing, “oh, oh… oh… yeah. Oh yeah, that’s so good.”

He-Man knew he was close to making Skeletor ejaculate. He sucked his dick into his mouth and starting tonguing the tip of his penis. Skeletor arched his back and lifted his pelvis. He-Man reached underneath with one hand and squeezed his ass while fingering his asshole with his thumb.

“You like that?” He said between sucks. Skeletor could only grunt to say “yes.” He-Man cupped Skeletor’s ball sack with his other hand and gently massaged it.

“Oh my god!” Skeletor yelled in rapture.

He-Man replied with equal enthusiasm, “oh yeah, oh fuck yeah – I love your cock, man.” Sucking, sucking, licking and the sound of wet suction. “Hmm… I can’t believe I’m finally sucking your cock man. Hmmm..  I love it! And I’m gonna keep sucking your cock – yeah, oh yeah, I’m gonna suck you dry. I’m gonna suck your fucking cock fuckin’ dry, man!”

“Oh fuck!” Skeletor yelled as his hormones rose to a pulsating frenzy. “Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Oh, you’re making me fuckin’ cum…” and with a final flex of his whole body he exploded into He-Man’s mouth who was more than ready for him.

“Ohhhh…” Skeletor moaned as he felt the orgasm pulsing over him in waves and ebbing and flowing as it gradually subsided.

He-Man gently slurped up all his bitter, hot, sticky cum and gently massaged the tip of Skeletor’s dick with his throat, to help release the follow-up jizz. He-Man kept his cock in his mouth until he felt his dick relaxing and return to its limp, but firm state.

After taking his dick out of his mouth, he kissed his way up Skeletor’s abs. When he got to his pecs, he rubbed them with his hands and playfully bit into their meaty thickness. He slipped Skeletor’s underwear back on and gently massaged his ass.

Skeletor broke the silence as he said, “well, that’s obviously not the first time you’ve done that, is it?”

He-Man just winked at him slyly and smiled without saying a word, then he kissed his way across Skeletor’s shoulder and down to his bicep, which Skeletor flexed obligingly.

“Your biceps are so fucking full and round – I love it! I hate how hot your body gets me, though. You’re my sworn enemy and all I want to do is lick your body.” He-Man said.

He licked Skeletor’s bicep in one long lick from elbow to arm-pit. When he got to his armpit, he nuzzled his nose in it and licked around, noticing the absence of any armpit hair or sweat.

Skeletor, meanwhile, was making good use of his own hands, by rubbing or stroking He-Man anywhere he could – shoulders, back, lats, arms, etc.

“I feel the same way.” Skeletor admitted. “I hate how you turn me on the instant I see you. I also hate how it’s you that I often think of when I’m… you know – “romancing” myself, so to speak.”

This made He-Man smile. “It doesn’t really surprise me. At least, that wouldn’t be the first time I heard something like that.” He said smugly.

“God! I even hate how much I get turned on by your arrogance!!”

He-Man just smiled again. “Is it arrogance, when I have the power to back it up?” He-Man straightened up and took a step back. He looked at Skeletor’s nearly naked body leaning back against his throne and said, “well, I kept my promise and jerked you off first. Now it’s my turn, right?”

Skeletor nodded, not sure what He-Man was going to do next. He-Man leaned forward over Skeletor, but rather than put his hands on him, he placed his hands on the two armrests of the throne. Still, He-Man’s massive pecs were bulging in Skeletor’s face. Then with a massive grunting yell, he ripped the armrests from the throne and tossed the jumbled bones to the floor with a clatter. So now it was just the seat and the back of the throne that Skeletor was seated on. He-Man stepped forward, placing one leg on one side and his other leg on the other side, straddling Skeletor and the throne’s seat. He reached his hands around Skeletor’s lats and placed his palms against the back of the throne. With a powerful push and an impressive chest flex, he broke the back of the throne off, leaving only the seat. Skeletor had to scoot back in order to sit upright with nothing to lean against.

He-Man looked down at Skeletor and said, “you wanna see real power?” And he started to squeeze his enormous thighs together. Skeletor heard the bones that made up the seat of his throne begin to creak. He-Man kept closing his massive legs together and crushed the bones that Skeletor was sitting on. As the seat crumbled, he reached out and grabbed Skeletor around the waist, and as easily as if he had been a bag of flour, raised him into the air and throw him on to his shoulder. Skeletor braced himself by putting his hands on the small of He-Man’s back and around his waist.

“Holy Shit!” was all Skeletor could say. It wasn’t just the demonstration of power that He-Man had just exhibited, but the incredible thickness of his back, narrowing down to an impossibly small waist. Skeletor put his hands on He-Man’s ass and felt the incredible hardness of his ass. He-Man strode to the back of the throne room, opposite to where he had entered. Skeletor could only appreciate how hard He-Man’s glutes were as he walked.

He walked through the entry way and across the stone hall to another doorway. The door was closed. With Skeletor draped across one shoulder, he lifted a leg and kicked the door inward – ripping it off his hinges.

“It wasn’t locked, you great big douche bag!” Skeletor yelled. He-Man snickered and walked into the war room. He whipped Skeletor off his shoulder and set him down roughly on his back on the low stone table in the center of the room. It was the perfect height for what he wanted to do.

He stepped up to the edge of the table and pulled Skeletor’s legs around his waist. His crotch was at the perfect height and now Skeletor knew what he was going to do.

He-Man stroked Skeletor’s thighs and said, “You know what really gets me horny? The way you talk about my body. So tell, me – what do you like about my body?”

Skeletor resigned himself to the situation and gave in. “I like how big you are.” He began and as he continued to describe He-Man’s body, He-Man’s dick grew harder and harder. “I love how big your muscles are. I’ve never seen anyone like you. I don’t know how you got so fucking huge, but you’re like a bull that mated with a tank. Your muscles are so fuckin’ thick, full and dense, you look like you’re made out of iron and when you flex – oh god, when you flex – it’s like watching a goddamn granite statue being turned into fucking steel. Your veins practically explode under your dry, grainy, dick skin and I can see every striation on your massive pecs, shoulders and quads. Just looking at your unbelievable proportions makes me jizz in my shorts. I mean, how in the hell can your shoulders be so fucking broad that you can’t even walk through a doorway straight on? You always have to turn to the side, in order to fit through without completely destroying the door frame! And that waist?! I swear your massive fucking thighs are twice the size of your tiny waist.”

By now He-Man was totally ready. His dick had grown so big that it was pulling his underwear away from his body and was threatening to burst through the dense fabric.

He-Man needed to jack off and soon. He had closed his eyes, but now opened them and looked at Skeletor as he said, “You thought I was big before? Wait ‘til you see little He-Man!” He reached down and ripped the already strained underwear from his body like it had been tissue paper. His massive dick whipped out and he rested it on Skeletor’s reclined body.

Skeletor raised his head up to see it and shouted, “Holy shit!” his bony jaw dropping wide. Little He-Man wasn’t so little. “God damn it He-Man, how in the hell can you even walk with that thing between your legs?!” It was at least as thick as a fist and easily 13 inches long. The tip of his dick rubbed against Skeletor’s abs and for the first time, Skeletor was actually scared, knowing what He-Man was going to do with little He-Man.

“No!” Skeletor yelled, “you can’t! There’s no way that’s gonna fit…”

He-Man responded by putting his hands under Skeletor’s knees and forcing his legs up, putting Skeletor into the “receiving” position and saying, “why don’t you stop whining like a little bitch?” “Cause if you’re gonna act like a little bitch, I’m gonna treat you like a little bitch.”

He-Man guided the tip of his cock to Skeletor’s anus. “Are you ready to know what real power feels like?” And he powerfully thrusted his hips forward, pushing his massive dong into Skeletor’s ass. Skeletor cried out in pain. It felt like someone was shoving a log up into his intestines. But as He-Man started working his cock back and forth, it began to feel pleasurable to him and he loved having He-Man inside of him.

“Oh yeah,” he cried, getting an erection again and feeling for his own dick. He-Man moaned in pleasure and said, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this. I’m gonna fuck you so hard!” More rhythmic pumping, feeling the Skeletor’s sphincter put just the right pressure on his shaft. He’d pull it out to the tip, then shove it back in and pump. “I love how strong you are. The last person I did this to I crushed their pelvis into fragments.”

Somehow this aroused Skeletor even more, who couldn’t even speak. Finally finding his voice he said, “then say it…”

“Say what?” He-Man asked as they both began to sweat.

“You know!” Skeletor yelled, panting and breathless, “just say it already!!” He-Man thought for a second and then smiled as he realized what Skeletor was talking about. “You really want me to?”

Skeletor grunted, “ugh, don’t make me beg. You know you want to anyway…”

“Okay,” He-Man said, his ass hardening with every thrust. He reached around the outside of Skeletor’s legs and picked him up off the table by his ass. He raised him up, just high enough to slide his dick out and then, with a voice like thunder, he rammed his massive cock up into Skeletors ass and yelled, “I HAVE THE POWER!!”

His voice echoed around the room, which shook with the emanations of power that radiated out from his penetration. The power was so intense that he orgasmed multiple times and shot the most massive load of cum into Skeletor.

He stood there for a few minutes, holding Skeletor in the air and on his dick like he didn’t weigh a thing. He had to wait to pull little He-Man out when the ecstasy subsided and his post-cum stopped. They were both panting from the workout and intense pleasure. Soon their breathing returned to normal. He-Man slid Skeletor off his cock and stood him upright before him. They stood there, head to head. He-Man admiring how cut and ripped Skeletor was, but knowing that his own muscles were bigger and thicker and that he easily out powered him.

Skeletor said sheepishly, “maybe next time, you could bottom for me?”

He-Man thought for a second and said seductively, “possibly. It depends - are you willing to risk having my ass crush little Skeletor?”

Skeletor’s face was expressionless, as always, but tilted his head to the side and said, “I’m willing to risk it...”

[thisxolove]

Nothing Without You (Chapter 2)

Abel

I’ve been hiding these ecstasy pills in this mint can from her since I got them. If she found out I had them, she would flip some tables in this bitch and I can’t let that happen.

We just got over some real bull shit last year and I’m not in the mood for putting my family back through that man. I want this chapter to be better than the previous ones, and I feel like the only way to make that happen is to get high when I need to work. I’m a much better version of myself when I’m high and the weed isn’t enough. Sometimes it takes several different effects to get good out of me.

Nicki would kill my ass if she found out about this shit.

I closed my eyes and contemplated if I should tell her or not. I mean she was cool about letting me smoke weed, right?

What the fuck am I talkin’ about? Ecstasy is the main drug that got me in trouble during our relationship. Hoes coming from every angle while I’m rollin’ hard just ain’t a good combination, so I know my wife ain’t gonna be cool with this shit.

Without giving it a second thought, I popped two in my mouth and picked up my can of lemonade that sat on the wooden balcony floor to wash it down.

She won’t notice anything is different. She’ll be too concerned with this dick she’s about to get.

I opened the glass sliding door and slid the aluminum can into the drawer of my bedside table before removing my shirt and unbuckling my belt.

As I open the door to our bathroom, the steam immediately slapped me in the face. I knew Nicki had to be showering in fire by now.

“Got damn, girl. You gonna have to do something about this water temperature,” I said, rubbing my moistening forehead.

I looked over at the foggy mirror and wiped it with my hand.

“Baby, you know I love hot showers,” she said from behind the shower door.

“Yeah, but you love this dick even more so change the fuckin’ temperature of the water.”

She smacked her lips, “Boy, shut up.”

I could hear her turning the faucet to readjust the water temperature and snickered.

“But you changing that fuckin’ temperature tho,” I teased.

“Shut up and get your black ass in here,” she giggled.

She didn’t have to tell me anything else. I took the rest of my clothes off before joining her behind the foggy shower door.

Nickiah

As soon as he stepped foot in the shower, I wrapped my arms around his neck and attacked him with my lips.

Startled by my fast approach, I hear him chuckle from behind the kiss.

“Damn, baby,” he says as we pull back from each other.

“It’s something about this new look, daddie. It got me feeling some type of way,” I confessed.

“I’m glad you like it, mama.”

Just then his hand slaps and grips into my ass cheeks.

“This ass got me feelin’ some type of way,” he chuckled.

I instantly soaked at the feeling of his touch. My body began to melt. I bit onto my bottom lip before seductively turning around and placing my hands on the shower wall.

“Hmmm, do what you want with this ass, baby,” I said.

I felt his hands having a field day with my cheeks. It was sort of a foreplay for us both.

When he slid himself into me, I cringed as a chill ran down my spine and my back arched.

A moan escaped my mouth. “Fuck me, daddie.” I commanded.

“Oh shit,” he moaned before beginning his stroke.

The feeling was pure bliss. My fingernails began to scratch onto our shower wall. I bit onto my bottom lip to keep from getting way too loud and waking our babies.

“Aw, daddie. Please fuck this pussy,” I begged.

“I got ‘chu, baby,” he said slapping onto my ass.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I felt like I could hardly contain my moaning.

“Pussy so fuckin’ good, baby,” he moaned.

“Aw, daddie it’s all yours.”

My spine continued to throb with sensational chills as my back arched several times. He gripped all into my ass cheeks as he fucked me so good.

The feeling of the shower water raining down on our naked bodies just intensified this feeling. I knew I was gonna have multiple orgasms tonight.

Even though I been fuckin’ the same dick for over 10 years, I still cum like it’s our very first time. That big African dick always gonna have me squirting.

I cringed every time he dug deeper into me. The feeling never gets old I swear.

My pussy smacked at the stroke of his fat dick. I poked my ass out into him even more just so he could get deeper inside of me. I was dying in this fucking shower.

No sooner than I felt him hit my spot, I was squirting all onto the shower floor. The hot liquid ran down our legs and into the drain. I had to grit my teeth and beat the shower wall with a closed fist to avoid making too much noise, but damn that shit was priceless.

Now it was time for me to make my daddie cum.

I moved my hips forward as his dick slid out of my still-throbbing pussy hole. Turning around, I place my ass cheeks firmly on the shower wall before taking his huge dick into my hand. I licked my lips in preparation for sucking on his appetizing pipe.

“You gonna suck that dick, baby?” he asked with lust deep in his voice.

“Ooo, yes daddie. I’ma suck this dick,” I moaned.

“Suck this dick, girl.”

I could hear in his tone that he was gone off of my touch and I loved that shit. I slowly took his tip into my mouth as my tongue massaged every inch of it.

I could hear Abel moaning at the sensation of the slow licking. It turned me on so much to be the center of his attention when I’m fucking him like a slut.

“Shove that dick in your fuckin’ mouth you nasty bitch,” he commanded through closed eyes and gritted teeth.

I moaned at the sound of that. A few years ago, Abel and I began getting really kinky with our sex life. Our role-playing game has been on point lately as he loves to imagine me being his sexy slut. I cringe in pure pleasure at the thought.

Taking a whole throat-full of dick made me gag, but it was worth it. My saliva was leaking all down my chin and it just made this moment so hot. My hair was curling up under the influence of the warm shower water.

But I didn’t water on my face. I wanted a face full of nut so I can taste it as it drips down to my lips.

I swear I love this nigga.

I choked all on his pipe as he grabbing and gripped into my wet, curling hair and controlled my head motions. Love when he takes control.

I continued slurping him up and down like a popsicle until I felt his dick stiffen in my mouth. I knew he was reaching his peak.

When his head fell backwards and his bottom lip got bit on so hard that I thought he might bite it off, I knew I was doing my job right.

“Awh fuck!” he moaned as he gripped tighter into my hair.

“Mmm, daddie, you like that?”

“I fuckin’ love that shit, baby. Keep suckin’ that dick.”

“Baby, nut all over my fuckin’ face,” I requested.

That made him cringe to hear as he began fucking my face with both his hands on each side of my head.

I gladly accepted the dominance and allowed him to give me a sore throat with his huge dick.

“Fuck! I’m ‘bout to cum baby,” he moaned.

I moaned at the sound of that before he started to get really loud. That’s when the taste of a salty liquid squirted out onto my tongue. I quickly pulled his dick out of my mouth as he squirted all over my cheeks. I was in pure bliss.

He realized he was getting a little too loud, so he began gritting his teeth and clutching his bottom lip to suppress the noise he was making. I knew he went out with a bang and I’m proud to say that I can get him to do that shit.

When he finished squirting his load all over me, he fell backwards onto the shower wall while breathing hard. His eyes drooped in satisfaction as he grabbed onto his stiff dick.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.

I stood straight up before biting my lip, “Mmm, you liked the way I sucked that dick, daddie?”

“I fuckin’ love that shit, girl,” he says while taking deep breaths.

“I love you so much, baby,” I said, kissing him.

“I love you too, mama,” he said with a smile.

I smiled before turning the shower off and grabbing my big pink bath towel from the towel hook on the wall.

Leaving the steam filled shower, I rung my wet hair out and lightly detangled before wrapping into a bun. I’m too tired to blow dry it tonight. That can wait.

I turned the vent on in the bathroom to take some of the heat out of here. I was getting sweaty just standing in there.

Abel staggered from the shower and grabbed his big white bath towel from his hanger before wrapping it around his waist.

His chest hair was looking so soft from the fresh shower. Shit has always been a turn on to me.

I smiled at him in love, but then I noticed his eyes weren’t looking right. They were red and his jaw muscle kept flexing and contracting as he gritted his teeth.

I raised an eyebrow. “Baby, you okay?”

“Huh?” he asked, losing his train of thought.

“I said are you okay? You don’t look so well.”

“Oh, I’m good,” he slurred.

“I think you should go lay down, baby,” I said.

“I’m good, baby. It was just the way you sucked that dick. Had me seeing stars and shit,” he joked, wrapping his arms around my waistline from the back.

A chill ran up my spine but when I looked in the mirror at his eyes, something just wasn’t right about them. I mean I knew he had smoked weed before we had sex, but something was more than off with him. Was he getting sick and I just didn’t know?

“Bae, you wanna go to the hospital?”

“Hospital? Baby, nah. You blowin’ this shit out of proportion. I’m good.”

“I don’t know, baby. You’re jaw hasn’t clenched like that since you were on the ecstasy.”

“Nah, it ain’t that.”

Abel

Fuck! Why did she have to say that shit? Now I can feel anxiety kicking in.

Shit I popped two and now I’m thinkin’ I made a mistake. I ain’t tryna let her know this shit. Not gonna lie either, I’m feeling crazy fucked up right now and I know its because I haven’t rolled in years. This shit feels strong as fuck. I’m rolling hard like a mother fucker. My jaw won’t stop clenching. I can’t control it. I don’t even have a legit excuse.

“I’ma be in the room, bae,” I said.

“Baby, why is your jaw clenching so much?” she asked again in concern.

I quickly looked away, searching for an answer. Damn, my brain is so mushy with the weed and the double ecstasy in my blood stream right now. I’m fuckin’ up man.

“Nothin’ baby, it’s just a toothache. That’s all,” I said making a piss poor excuse.

“Oh baby, we’re gonna have to make you a dentist appointment tomorrow.”

“Nah, I got too much work to start doing.”

“Baby, one fucking day at the dentist isn’t gonna hurt your work.”

“I know, baby, but I’m tryna get this shit started. No breaks.”

“Well, if it gets worse, I’m shipping your ass to a dentist because it could be infected. You’re clenching it too hard.”

I wanted to roll my eyes because she didn’t even know the half, but I knew she was coming from a good place so I excused it.

“Goodnight, baby. I’m about to go lay down.”

I delivered a kiss to her cheek.

“Okay, bae. I’m just gonna lotion up and shave my growing leg hairs. You know I can’t stand stubble and shit.”

I smirked and my jaw began clenching even faster. I quickly lost the smile to try controlling the muscle flexes in my face. I didn’t need her suspecting this shit was any worse than it was.

I just needed to go lay the fuck down and sleep this shit off. That’s all.

“Alright, ma,” I said, opening the bathroom door.

I closed the door behind me as I stepped over the threshold into the darkened room. I didn’t need her watching me through our bathroom mirror.

Stepping into the darkness of the room began to really fuck me up! I couldn’t see the bed and didn’t know where it was.

As I stared blankly into the darkness, I began to see shit. Images and shapes began showing on the walls. I didn’t know what the fuck it was, but I knew it was making my head spin.

I tried to walk and reach out in front of me, but I couldn’t see shit. My brain was melting and my eyes continued to droop more and more. What the fuck is wrong with me? This shit never happens to me with the weed and it this shit ain’t happen to me while rolling either.

Fuck is wrong with me?

I continue trying to feel for the bed, wearing nothing but my white bath towel wrapped tightly around my waist.

I could feel my brain beginning to go in and out of consciousness as I struggled to just make it to the bed. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me. I fear a drug overdose, but I try to calm myself by saying it was only two I popped. It’s not a big deal. But why the fuck am I staggering like this. I can barely think straight at all. Shit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying.

The moment I take another step forward in the darkness, my brain shuts down. Oh fuck!

BOOM!