#got home from his 9-5 and immediately started eating pussy like what’s not to love about that guy

[latinorry]

Jack Chambers was kind of the perfect husband if you disregard the entire third act of the movie which I do

[hotwings0203]

Dead best husband dabi expects his wife to come home make him dinner and fuck his cock then spends the money she makes on beer

Tw:dubcon, misogyny, food play

It’s a tedious routine, almost like dreadful clockwork. You come home from your 9-5, take off your shoes, throw your keys on the counter, and not even before you make it into the kitchen is when his requests come out.

No, you say requests to keep yourself sane, but they’re actually thinly veiled commands.

“Where’s dinner? I’ve been waiting all day.”

“God, you look like a slut. Were they having an orgy at your work or somethin’? Is that what you were so busy doing all day? No wonder this place is a mess. Clean this shit up.”

“Hurry up, the lights broken. And you smell like shit, go wash-no, after you change the bulb.”

You have to look at your wedding photos frequently to remind yourself that he’s your husband, not some lowlife you picked up.

Except, every time you look at the pictures to evade his harsh insults and biting directions, it feels like the Dabi in your memorabilia sneers more and more rather than smiles.

It’s his permanent look, in fact, you’ve forgotten how it felt to feel a warmth in your heart when he smiled demurely at you. It’s hard to remember how his soft touch across your cheeks felt rather than the usual slap delivered to the sore skin.

When you walk in, he’s sprawled on the couch, a t.v remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s wearing a wife beater and shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls when you utter a small “Hey hun.”

“Don’t you ‘hey hun’ me. Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and immediately make your way to the kitchen, with him leaping up from the couch and tailing behind you.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, what, you ignoring me now?”

He grabs the back of your neck and slams you face-first into the fridge, preventing you from opening the door.

“Ow! No, I was just looking for a snack-“

“-shut up. You don’t get to eat until I do, you cow. Or are you forgetting how this marriage works?”

He crushes your neck and leans forward to take a whiff of your hair.

“God, is that cologne? You cheating on me now?”

“No Dabi, we had a company lunch and I was just talking to some friends. Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.”

He lets go of you and throws you towards the sink. “Good. You better not be. If I find out some douchebag’s been putting his hands all over you I’ll slit his balls and make you eat em’.”

You grimace and wordlessly start putting pots and pans together, ignoring the rumble in your stomach. You didn’t even get a chance to take your suit off, but you don’t dare exit the kitchen until he’s had his fill yet.

He’s just hangry. That’s all there is to it.

Your husband scratches his stomach and ambles back to the living room, belching obnoxiously and running his hands through his unruly hair.

Hours go by as you slave over the stove, making his favorite desserts and dishes as your fingers begun to progressively cramp, your legs begin to burn as you stand and finish up. With him in the living room it’s easy to taste your own food and get some meager meal in between breaks, but you stop yourself from gorging without him.

Knowing Dabi, he’d measure how many cups of food you started cooking with and subtract it from how much remained now.

Even though it was your money that bought this food.

You’re at the sink a while later cleaning spoons when he strolls in again, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the kitchen. He watches you for a couple minutes, sighing and humming to yourself as you scrub vigorously.

He doesn’t take in the copious amount of dishes you made, he doesn’t compliment how spotless the place looks despite all the cooking that went down here, no. Dabi stares at the way your ass wiggles while you work, the way your body bends attractively over the running sink, your tits brushing against the countertop.

You yelp and drop a small plate when you feel hands encompass your waist. His body is pressed tightly against yours, his hips lightly humping you like an eager virgin does. The force of his weight against you pushed you forward and you have to quickly grab onto the sink spout to avoid falling face first into soggy sink food.

“Dinners almost done Dabi, I’ll be out with it in a bit.”

“Mmmh, I’m not interested in eating that kind of food right now.”

He rests his head on top of yours and you barely refrain from screaming. What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he the one harping on you earlier for not cooking fast enough?

“God, you look like a perfect slutty housewife right now. ‘M gonna fuck you.” He mutters as he begins yanking your trousers off while bending you further on the sink.

Your hands brace on the wet banister as you let him take what he wants. Last time you refused, he shoved one of his beer bottle necks into your pussy and made you ride on it.

“Dabi-Dabi, the food.” You try to tell him to move the dishes being pushed around from him manhandling you up on the counter but he doesn’t listen.

One plate goes crashing onto the floor, your Alfredo sauce mixed with porcelain bits.

“Oops,” he says not so regretfully. When your panties are successfully ripped down, he lifts your waist and lugs you onto the countertop, your upper half plastered on the cool marble.

His patched hands snake their way up your shirt and push the fabric up along with your bra while his now naked hips start pushing against your bare cunt.

Your exposed tits are squished down and you hiss as your body envelopes the cold counter. You try to lift your head up but he pushes you head back down.

“Uh-uh, no moving ‘till I’m finished. This is what you get for dropping food on the ground. In fact-“

His eyes catch a hold of the mini cakes you whipped up, and a sly grin on his face erupts as he looks from them to your quivering hole.

“Why don’t you have a taste of it? One down, a couple more plates to go!” You cry out in frustration as his hand swipes across the bar and sends the cake dish flying onto the floor.

He pays no heed to the defeating crash, just merely inspects his fingers that got some whipped cream on them while he smack the plate.

“A chef’s gotta taste her own cooking right? This cunt definitely looks hungry and oh so greedy right now too,” he pouts mockingly and traces his cream-covered fingers around your labia, roughly circling your clit and mixing the sweet food into the crevices of your pussy.

“P-please Dabi, don’t. We can do this after dinner, I’m so tired right now! I have to clean up this mess too!”

But no amount of pleading satiates the sadistic bastard. He just yanks your head back and shoves his fingers in your mouth when you open it in pain.

“Suck on ‘em real good, just like how you suck off your bosses. That’s how you get all this fuckin’ money right? You show a little ass, flash some tits, suck some old geezers off-and boom! You’ve got a nice house, and nice husband.” He leers at you as you choke on his slender digits.

Only when you feel like you’re about to vomit is when he yanks his hand out and wipes up another stray glob of frosting from the side of a testing plate. He doesn’t waste any time in working his fingers back inside you, a different hole this time however.

It feels so wrong with a massive creamy glob being pushed along your walls along with expert fingers that know your body inside out, but no matter how disgusting it is, he still finds your spongy area and begins stroking. The smooth filling glides up and down your g-spot as the pads of his fingers batter your sloppy pussy, and in no time you begin moaning.

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi, fuck, please,-“

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi,” he mocks cruelly, pinching your clit and squeezing your squished nipples as he pulls his fingers out right at the tip of your climax.

You try to turn around and plead for release but he doesn’t let you. Without missing a beat he takes his bricked up cock in hand and taps it on your ass before gliding in your weeping, cream covered pussy.

The moan you let out is so lewd that even a pornstar would be proud. You hate him, hate this marriage, hate the way he orders you around and looks down on you regardless of how you shower him with love and money.

But holy fuck, when his mushroom tip bangs against your womb like that and drags up and down your sensitive cavern you forget all the abuse.

Back and forth, up and down, sideways and forwards is the way you feel fucked. For someone who just sits on the couch all day you wonder how someone with such frame could fuck like a stallion, barely missing a beat.

“Hah, haaa fuck, you little whore, yeah, bring that ass back on Daddy, show him what you show those creepy fucks at work.” He pants and strikes your ass as you ricochet off his pelvis, his balls slapping your sticky labia.

You whine and try to wriggle out of his intrusion when he sneers the insult, but he merely cages you in between his arms and hunches over your bare body, pumping into you faster than before.

Your open jaw clacks as your tongue drops out in pleasure, his animalistic grunts and curses going straight into your ear and sending you over the edge.

He cums before you, groaning and dropping his dead weight over your suffocated body, not bothering to aid in your pathetic rubbing against his deflating dick.

“A little bit more, please Dabi? I’m so close honey-“

His fingers twitch next to you as he regains himself, exhaling through puffed up cheeks and yawning widely.

“Shut up. You don’t deserve to get off after the mess you made here.”

He peels his sweat-soaked body off of yours and tucks himself back into his pants, regarding the mess on the floor.

All your hard work, gone within a few minutes of ruthless fucking. Which you didn’t even get off to.

He fishes out a crumpled $10 from his musty shorts and throws it at your face like a cheap hooker would take.

“Here. Buy some Plan B and get me some beer. And you better not leave before serving me some fucking food, useless bitch.”

[mayaflowerxs]

NSFW Alphabet w/ Lucas

Warning: SMUTTY

DT: jojo666804 , couldn’t find your @ but thank you for the request :) enjoy!

Aftercare:

He would be both this concerned boyfriend and goofy one. He’ll be asking you if he went too hard and if you need anything but once you ask him for something he’ll say some shit like, “I dicked you down pretty good huh?😏”

Body part:

Such an ass man. He’ll literally find any excuse to touch your ass. Not just that, he’ll find anything to think of your ass. He’ll see a peach and immediately start talking about how soft your ass is when he cups them. How red and sensitive they get when he spanks them. Then you yell at him for smacking your butt so hard that the clap was heard like from miles. Now you got this stinging sensation while he’s off running away from your wrath. That stupid smirk on his face.

Cum:

He loves cumming on your back or ass. Any of the two gets him going. He thinks you look so dirty before him it’s a reminder that no matter how much you scold him for saying such intrusive things here you are re-enacting them before him.

Dirty secret:

One time you left him with blue balls that no matter how much he touched himself he couldn’t get off. So he tried humping your pillow and the poor boy cummed so hard it was embarrassing for him that he literally humped a pillow that smelled like you to climax. When you came home he lied and said he spilled orange juice in the pillow case and his washing it. A part of him felt guilty that you later fell asleep on was once covered with his cum but he then remembers how you were once face covered in his semen so he lets it go. What haunts him is you finding out oh boy he can’t live with the idea of not getting any for the next two weeks.

Experience:

I would say he’s pretty experienced. No way a boy like him isn’t getting any. Yes he’s a gentleman and all but doesn’t mean he won’t having meaningless sex every once and a while. When he did meet you though even before you two started dating that’s when he stopped entirely so he wasn’t learning anymore tricks. He did find it surprising when you came out with a few tricks on your own when you two did sleep with each other. Only making him fall deeply in love with you more.

Favorite position:

Doggy a thousand percent. He loves everything about it. Your ass, his dick sliding in and out of you. Your hair in a mess as you dig your nails into the sheets. He has easy access to everything. Your hair, ass, pussy everything. Not only that, he loves how hypercritical you are. You tell him how he’s such a dog at times and now here he is. Fucking you from behind like he’s in heat. Something that you’re letting him do.

Goofy:

He’s in the middle. He likes to tease you and crack a few jokes but once the pleasure starts there’s no more jokes. Sometimes if he really needs a good fuck he won’t even take the time to even open his mouth. Just immediately have you tossed on the bed and begins to take off his pants. Warning you to not say a word. This side of him rarely comes out but when it does you can’t help but feel a little too turned on by it. Soft boi Lucas is no where in sight.

Hair:

He keeps it trimmed. Regularly yes but there will be times where he’s just not in the mood but you never mind.

Intimacy:

This giant teddy bear loves you so so much, every time you have sex he’ll go wild on you but the very last round is where he has you on your back. Smothering you in kisses, his weight on top of you as he goes slow and soft on you. Truly leaving the message that no matter how rough he can go on you, he’ll still remind you at the end of the day just how much you truly mean to him.

Jerk off:

He jerks off quite a lot. He’s very horny. He needs you all the time. And when you are away he’ll result to jerking himself until he’s really satisfied. But when you aren’t in the mood he’ll respect that, he won’t touch himself because he feels like he should wait until you’re in that mindset as well. But when you’re telling him no simply to tease him or to punish him then he’ll usually pout at you and begin to touch himself in front of you. Knowing that in any minute you’ll crack and begin to get on your knees before him soon.

Kink:

Daddy kink. Breeding kink. BDSM and gagging. He loves how pretty you look chocking on his huge cock. Oh god and the daddy / breeding kink. There will be times where he won’t let you out of bed and just have you screaming daddy for him over and over until he gets tired of it which is almost never. Lucas also loves the idea of one day having a baby with you. Wether that’s today or ten years from now. So his breeding kink is pretty serious. If he fills you to the absolute brim with his cum every single day and you come out pregnant with like sextuplets by the end of the week he will literally not complain at all. If anything that’ll get him even more horny and fuck you again just for getting knocked up by his seed.

Location:

He’s down for wherever. No limits. In public he’s this bean that is too busy making the world laugh because of his goofiness but as soon as he has you in his arms he’s not letting go. And if his pants start tightening he’s gonna start touching you in places that has you begging for him until he’s pounding into you. He absolutely loves fucking you by a pool or a large body of water. He loves how cute you try to keep your bikini on but it’s no use because he’ll only end up ripping it off your body.

Motivation:

Scolding. You tend to scold him because he gets a bit to rowdy at times. He’s either this soft and tamed boy who all he wants is to have his baby in his arms or he’s this little shithead that will go to great lengths to get you pissy. And when you do, you start telling him off. How immature and childish he is and needs to knock it off. And by doing so, he as you bouncing on his cock. Telling you the only he can be tamed is if you shut him off by having that pretty cunt of yours wrapped around his dick.

No:

Will not do humiliation. He never understood why anyone would be into that with their partner. He couldn’t imagine doing that to you. You’re to precious to have the world see you in such a vulnerable state. Especially in a state only he can put you in no one else.

Oral:

LOVES ORAL. Oh my god there’s time where he doesn’t even want to do the actual sex thing where his dick inside your cunt so having all night with you sucking him off and him eating your pussy will do.

Pace:

He tends to go fast and hard. But on the last round he’ll go slow and deep.

Quickies:

He’s all about quickies. If it means to have him do such dirty things to you and you doing the same he’s all for it. He also loves the rush that comes with it. He’ll usually challenge you by saying shit like, “Bet I can make you come two times in 15 minutes.” Then there you guys are in the bathroom, him jackrabbiting you like crazy.

Risk:

Loves risks. He likes how whining you get trying to get him to hurry up but you’re not the one in charge. He is, he he says, happens. So if he wants to fuck you for a good hour in the bathroom then it’s gonna happen whether someone walks in or not.

Stamina:

Dude can last for like 5 rounds that’s how high his sex drive is. He also loves overstimulating himself. He likes to push his limits to pounding into you until he’s the one seeing spots and is close to blacking out.

Toys:

He can work with toys. He’s pretty freaky in bed so if a toy would be used he’ll be a lot more excited then you would’ve imagined. But he can assure you, you’ll regret bringing one out because he’ll fuck you with it all night until your gripping his hands away pleading him, ‘no more’.

Unfair:

He likes to tease you but man he absolutely loves it when you do it to him. He won’t even try to take control back. If you continuously give him a hand job but pull away before he can cum he’ll have you doing it again and again until he can’t put up with it no more.

Volume:

He’s pretty loud. It’ll start out with groans then with dirty talking. Following with moans and when he’s really at his peak he’ll start whimpering in your ears. Begging you to cum with him.

Wildcard:

One time you guys were having sex in the pool. You two went about four rounds and when you guys finally got out. His shorts and your parties where left in there. Yeah the boys were absolutely disgusted and upset that they couldn’t come home to a refreshing pool because it was covered of your guys liquids and clothes.

X-ray:

He’s big BIG. No doubt, I don’t think I need to be explicit the man is packing for real.

Yearning:

Like I said earlier, he needs you almost all the time. If he’s lucky, you two will have sex at least 5-6 times a week. If you are also as needy as him it can even go up to 8-9 times a day. When he’s busy it’ll go down to 3-4 and even 0 if he’s flying places. Still he’ll find ways to have you two doing naughty things whether you two are face to face or not.

Zzz:

He’s out every time. He’s very creative in bed, it’s never a plain vanilla sex with him. So when he’s done for real he’ll be out like a light in 4 minutes tops.

[lillian-nator]

Ranch AU

Or, as we all call it, The Cowboy AU 

Essentially, this was something that I created, and it’s gonna be purely fluffy, with a small bit of angst here and there. Any of the angst will be hurt/comfort. It’s meant to make us all feel better after those fucking harsh lore streams. I started it, based off of some shit in the Dad!Schlatt AU, and after that I honestly didn’t write most of it. It had really been a project in the discord, because we were all sad and shit, so if you have some fluff to offer, please do! I am happy to make almost anything canon - and we could always use more ideas. :)

I hope you enjoy some mindless farm boi fluff!

BASIC INFO: 

It's SBI's Ranch (Phil is Dadza, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are his sons)

Phil, sells to the local stores, and manages the crops. He doesn't do too much labor anymore. He hired his boys for that.

Dream, SapNap, Purpled, Tubbo, Callahan, and Punz are all hired farm hands

George, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy work at the shop where they sell their products; Niki makes all of the dairy products, Fundy and Ranboo stock, label prices, and keeps track of sales, and George works customer service with his Gogy magic.

Wilbur works with the sheep, the goats, and he trains the dogs (Collies - they herd sheep), he also works with the crops a lot

Schlatt isn't hired but he might as well be. He can be found wherever Wilbur is, and is probably drinking a beer he stole from Phil. He doesn't get paid, but he eats all of their food.

Tommy works with the cows, the pigs, the chickens, the horses (sometimes), his goose, and the dogs / cats that they own

Tubbo works with Tommy. Essentially. But he also works on the crops, and the bee farm that they have set up.

Techno works with the horses, and is currently training to be a veterinarian.

Dream works on horses with Techno - they race the horses competitively - but otherwise, is where ever he is needed (usually crops)

Purpled works with Tommy and Tubbo. He mostly works with Tubbo on crops and his bee farm.

Punz and SapNap haul things. As your resident Chads, they are in-charge of moving heavy things and doing manual labor.

Callahan is their repair man. He fixes tractors, and machines on a daily basis.

SOME HEADCANNONS: 

HENRY, a saga:

that henry has a matching bandana to the one Tommy has so that everyone knows thats henry. Tommy doesn't like it when people touch henry so henry gets a bandana - Shark -

when Phil first started raising Tommy, he would've never guessed that he would turn out the way he did.

He was loud, and brash, and hit his brothers, and made fun of the neighbor's kids,  but then Tubbo became Tommy's best friend, and then Phil introduced Tommy to the cows.

The cows are Tommy's everything.

When a Bred Heifer is due, he sits with them everyday past their due date - he sat with Betty for 5 days when she wouldn't birth a calf. He was so fucking worried.

When one of his cows are sick, he sleeps in the barn until they get better. His last days with Harvey fucked him up.

Tubbo, Tommy, Purpled, and Ranboo spend long nights at the farm, and Tommy always leans against Henry as he stares up at the stars.

Henry who his best girl (all cows are girls and Tommy doesn't give a shit about gendered names). Henry who wears a matching bandana. Henry who is fluffy, and warm, and Tommy's everything. -

Sometimes when Tommy had a bad day, whether it’s stress, or school, or just whatever, Tommy sleeps in the Henry’s stall with her. Phil has so many pictures of Tommy curled up with Henry. From when she was first born to now. - Eye

Tommy hates winter because that’s the one time of year Phil won’t let him sleep in the barn. Even with the layers and heat lamps it’s too unsafe. Tommy always gets up extra early in the winter. Both because he has to check and break ice in the water troughs but also because he misses his girl - Eye -

Henry's mother, Betty, was the first Cow Tommy had helped during birth. He sat with her for 5 days when she hadn't gone into labor past her due date. It took 9 hours for Henry to be born, and Tommy was there through the entire thing -

Well, almost the entire thing. He was at school for the first hour of labor, and was so pissed at Phil when Phil knew and didn't immediately come get Tommy from School.

It always felt like Tommy and Henry had a special bond because Tommy literally raised Henry from birth. -

They didn't think Henry was gonna make it when she was first born, but Tommy was fucking determined, and bottle fed that cow every single day and night. When she was slowly weened off milk, Tommy got unironically sad that he didn't have to bottle feed her anymore.

He still visited her every morning, and milked her mother at dawn, right after he got eggs from his hens. -

Henry waits for Tommy at the end of their long ass drive way when he gets home from school. She knows that when the bus pulls up that her boy is back and so she’s always there waiting lazily for pets and a nice walk together back to the house. Even when it’s cold and someone is waiting for the kids to get home in an ATV or something Tommy always walks back to the house with Henry - Eye

Thinking about how long these fucking country roads are. And how Tommy and Tubbo have the same bus stop even though Tubbo and Tommy's houses are a couple of miles away. Tommy has to walk a mile to get to the beginning of his driveway, and seeing his favorite girl there is like a reward at the end of a journey. Tommy probably keeps a bag of feed in his backpack, which is just a mixture of grain, hay and corn, and gives Henry a handful to thank her for waiting for him.

Clementine, The Goose: 

Tommy has a goose, and names it Clementine. 

He found her in the woods one day, when she was very young, and he decided he was going to keep Clementine. 

Clementine is only ever nice to Schlatt and Tommy. No one knows why. 

Clementine follows Tommy around. Very endearing. 

Phil doesn’t question it at this point 

NEW MILO, the sequel:

OG Milo is a kitten that Wilbur found on the side of the road, in the rain, and he took the kitten in, trying to save him. Wilbur immediately got attached.

Techno pulled an all nighter, half spent  trying to save OG Milo and the other half comforting Wilbur. "You couldn't have helped, he was too starved and out in the rain for too long." Phil adds that if Techno can't save something, it can't be saved. - Ethan

Wilbur's next cat was named New Milo in honor - Ethan

Anyway, New Milo has three kittens. Blood God, Boots (given to Fundy), and Bumbles (given to Tubbo). They're called the Bees and they were born Christmas Eve - Ethan

BLOOD GOD, the pussy:

Blood God is Techno's cat. Its just a ferall little molly that loves techno too much. - M -

After Techno helped New Milo have her litter, he wasn't originally gonna keep any of the kittens, but he saw this tiny thing with the orange muzzle and just: stole her.

He is also nicknamed Blood God, for both his skill in hunting and healing

He originally named her Piglet because the orange spot looked like a pig snout [the main reason he chose her and not her stronger littermates] but called her Blood God teasingly when he first adopted her

Wilbur didn't realize he meant it as a nickname and told everyone her name was Blood God

Techno still calls her Piglet, but everyone else calls her Blood God because that's the name on her collar.

Most of their cats aren't collared, but Phil made her a custom collar because he was worried she'd get lost hunting with Techno and Dream - Ethan -

Blood God is such a batshit cat. She's a runt, really, oddly small compared to her siblings, and she's their best mouser

She's the cat that everyone leaves scraps for, but never tries to pet out of fear

Often she'll climb up people's legs and sit on their shoulders, and it's the only time you can pet her.

She is very, very affectionate with Techno and he loves her very much. He has her very well trained, and she comes with him and Dream when they go hunting sometimes alongside a terrier.

She's a little itty bitty calico molly and she has an orange patch right over her muzzle - Ethan

TOMMY'S HENS, the chicks:

He gets real defensive of his hens. They lay eggs for him. They deserve to be treated well. -

Tommy does in fact have an egg incubator; Sometimes it's just better. Tommy prefers letting his hens care for their own eggs, but he does still use the incubator - Ethan -

Some chickens enjoy being thrown so they can flap and shit. A few days after passing ownership of the hens to Tommy, Phil is going down to the crops and just sees Tommy chucking his hens and watching them rush back to be thrown again

he feels a hint of "what the hell" but he notes the gentleness tommy does it with and how the chickens seem to be enjoying it and he shrugs and keeps walking - Ethan -

Once Wilbur was helping Tommy with the chickens and he dropped an egg

Unfertilized, of course, but Tommy looked like you'd just punted a toddler

Three years later, Wilbur isn't allowed to touch the eggs anymore

Tommy's paranoid he'll hurt a live one

"Get out." "What - Tommy it was an accident, it was just one egg." "If you aren't gonna treat Phoebe's eggs with care; You can get the fuck out." "Tommy -" "Out." -

the quality chicken eggs depends usually on how the chicken feels. While under his care, the eggs the chickens produced were really good.

Under Tommy's care? Phil's eggs tasted like horseshit in comparison - Ethan -

They have their like, main barn and to the side of it is a little pond. The chicken coops are a little beside it, with the singular duck coop (he only has four ducks) closest. He calls the area the Business Bay

AGES: 

Tommy - 16 Tubbo - 16 Purpled - 17 Ranboo - 17

Techno - 19 Wilbur - 21 Schlatt - 19 Phil - idk like 45 or some dad shit

Fundy - 18 Niki - 19

SapNap - 18 Dream - 19 George - 20 Punz - 19 Callahan - 20

RANDOM HC’S: 

Tubbo, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy are siblings. -

Whenever they eat meat they talk about who they're eating. 

They tell stories about their day and such but they always start dinner, when its meat, saying "rip lmao" and telling stories about them

...they don’t do it when they eat beef

Everyone sitting down with their plates of ham Wilbur: so who was it? Phil: Fern Tommy, already eating: rest in peace fern Techno: he shat on my boots once -

Each of the boys get a few animals that aren't allowed to be butchered.

Wilbur has Friend, Enemy, and Skit the Bull. (Wilbur wanted to name a Bull "Shit", but Phil said no because Tommy was 11 and already swearing too much for his liking)

Techno has none of the livestock. He only cares about Blood God, and his horses.

Tommy has a pig [currently unnamed], his Hens (6 or 7 of them, that lay eggs), and his dairy cows -

Phil is ALWAYS chewing on straw. -

Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur all call Phil "Pops" or "Pop". They all used to call him "Papa" though. It's like a coming of age thing for the three of them, when they stop calling him "Papa" and start calling him "Pop".

Phil may or may not have cried when Tommy started calling him "Pop" at the age of 12.

ALTHOUGH, all 3 boys know that if you want anything, you call Phil "Papa". Phil can't resist it. -

Techno and Tommy with starry eyes: pops Phil: no Wilbur: Papa Phil, with slightly less confidence: n-no   - Ethan -

Tommy holding a baby calf in his hands that he walls to bring inside for the night because hes in love with her: papa please!! Phil, practically in tears: fine.   - M

[whenimaunicorn]

Playing House - Part 12

“I got the high score on your game, and now, I’m going to get the high score on your girl.”

Hvitserk x f!Reader, Ubbe x f!Reader Words: 6336

It’s here, the frat bro pornfest! No new warnings for this installment, we’ve got the standard rough sex, D/s dynamics, and gratuitous use of “dude” and “bro.” Also the disaster above the text is what you get when I make my own covers.

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“Like,” you furrow your brow, trying to catch up, “with a stopwatch?”

“Yeah,” Ubbe answers. “You squeeze me when you’re starting to come, and I’ll hit the button. Then I turn it off when you can breathe again.”

You lick your lips. “And whoever can give me the longest orgasm is the winner?”

“Oh yeah.” Hvitserk squeezes your thighs, making you jump just a little as his fingers press into the bottom of your bruising ass.

“That’s ridiculous,” you say, but you don’t sound like you mean it.

His fingertips slide deeper under the edge of your shorts, playing with the flesh left tender by Ubbe’s spanking. “Hey, if you don’t want to play my nice game, I can try one of your mean ones . . .”

“I didn’t say that,” you rush to correct, although it certainly turns you on even more when Hvitserk digs his fingers right into your sore cheeks, until you writhe and hiss above him. “Who starts?”

Hvitserk switches back to nice touches, palming your ass in hearty handfuls. His brow cocks, and he turns to Ubbe. “Home field advantage, bro. You go first.”

Ubbe reaches around your shoulders and, with a playful growl, pulls you bodily off his brother. He tucks your back in against his front, so you’re still facing Hvitserk, now seated on the center cushion of the couch between them. Ubbe’s hands come up around your body, curling possessively over your breasts as he mouths at your neck just below your ear. Home field advantage, indeed. He already knows exactly what you like, and you feel like you’re already halfway there just from all the lust pervading the room.

Ubbe pops the clasp of your bra, freeing your tits for Hvitserk’s eyes. And his own hands. After he tosses your bra he’s scooping them up from underneath, presenting them toward his brother, squeezing and teasing your nipples rather than covering them up until Hvitserk looks like he might start drooling from the show.

“I thought we decided I’d get top half first,” he finally says, leaning in toward you.

“Just warming her up,” Ubbe purrs against your neck, then releases your breasts and pushes you softly forward. “Here you go.”

Hvitserk catches you in a kiss as you lean into him, deceptively sweet before he palms both your breasts. Ubbe’s fingers tickle at the backs of your thighs, and then he’s stripping you, pushing shorts and panties together down your hips. So much for showing off that matching set. You get up on your hands and knees to help it happen.

Naked between both of them now. You have to stop kissing Hvitserk to let Ubbe get you into the position he wants from you. Hvitserk keeps helping himself to your tits as you end up with your back propped up against him, the rest of your body laying along the couch so Ubbe can get his face in between your legs.

You’ve said it before; Ubbe loves eating pussy. You’ve never had it so good from anyone. Unless Hvitserk has acquired some sort of unfathomable, god-like secrets of the female body, you don’t know how he’s going to possibly outdo his older brother. Ubbe already knows exactly what you like. He kisses along your body before nestling between your thighs, then opens you up boldly with his tongue. He closes in on your favorite spot with the steady confidence of a master, his hot tongue starting broad but never failing to hit you squarely at just the right angle with every pass.

This may be a competition, but Hvitserk is not being stingy with his assistance. His hands continue to play with your nipples, almost idly, like he absolutely can’t help himself. And the raspy way he’s breathing in your ear while he toys with your body – he’s making Ubbe’s job too easy. Caught between the two of them like this, your breath starts hitching almost before you’ve really had a chance to settle in and enjoy this crazy scenario.

“You’re close,” Hvitserk says.

“Uh huh,” you reply. It comes out throaty little sexpot voice.

Ubbe growls with pride, the vibration of it against your clit ratcheting you up yet another notch closer to release.

Hvitserk’s hands leave your breasts. One digs in his pocket, producing his phone so, just as they had said, he can open a stopwatch app. That alone should be killing the mood, but then Ubbe presses his fingers inside you and you realize there really is no going back for you. Nothing is too juvenile, or ridiculous, when the Lothbrok boys are the ones asking you for it.

Long, cool fingers wrap around your own. Hvitserk is holding your hand. “Squeeze me when you start coming,” he rasps in your ear. You can hear the excitement behind his instructional tone. This is so fucked-up, and they both love it.

Ubbe goes in for his grand finale. He finds that perfect angle, from both inside and out now, and works you relentlessly.

“Ooooh…” your moaning starts, and just as that wave of pleasure crests you clench your fingers around Hvitserk’s hand.

You hold your breath. The orgasm rocks you hard, your naked body writhing against Hvitserk’s chest, your cheek rubbing into his t-shirt and you hope you’re not going to drool on him. You had been a little worried that knowing your orgasm would be timed might be too much pressure, might make it slip away as soon as it’s crested like you’ve experienced in less-than-ideal situations before, but Ubbe is too good for that, this situation is apparently too hot for that, and you’re sure that clock is running even longer than you ever expected as the pleasure spirals in wave after wave through your core underneath Ubbe’s relentless tongue.

You suck in one gasping breath and then hold it again, somewhere in the middle there. You keep it in even after the ecstasy begins to fade, and maintain your death grip on Hvitserk’s hand. Hvitty’s a cool guy, but Ubbe’s your guy, right? One of them, at least. It’s easy to follow the urge to cheat the clock a little on his behalf. Exaggerate the results by a few more heartbeats. He deserves it. And it feels good to pick him over someone else for once.

Finally you slump, going limp in Hvitserk’s arms except for a few twitches as Ubbe finishes up with one last swipe of his tongue. He embraces your thighs, nestling in against one leg and gasping a little himself.

“Twenty-two seconds,” Hvitserk reads, “very nice, bro.”

Ubbe nips at your thigh, with affection. “She’s amazing.”

Four hands move across your body, enhancing your afterglow. Ubbe makes his way down your legs as Hvitserk sets his phone to the side and runs his palms up your flanks.

Coming as hard as that might make a girl sleepy, but under the movement of those hands you feel electrified, like every one of your nerve endings has been turned on now, and the possibilities for pleasure are only just beginning.

Ubbe comes up to his knees between your legs, leaning forward and scooping you up with a hand in your hair to meet his insistent kiss. You sit up between them, enjoying the slight soreness of your spanked ass rubbing bare against the couch cushion, and savor Hvitserk’s hands as they caress down your back to your hips. “Time to switch,” you ask between Ubbe’s kisses, “or will there be an interlude?”

Ubbe makes an interested sound as your hands run down to his crotch. As you expected, he’s rock hard and swelling into your touch.

“When we’re alone,” you croon, “you’re usually making me return a favor like that almost immediately.”

Ubbe responds by pushing your head firmly downwards.

One of the best parts about being a sub is that you’re not responsible for managing anything about a scene. Nothing but your own hard limits, of course. But something simple like this, deciding whether this is okay, or if Hvitserk will find this too rude or feel left out . . . that’s not your job to consider. Ubbe’s forcing your face down to his crotch and that’s the only thing that has to be in your world right now.

He sighs as you open up his jeans, releasing the pressure that had to be quite restrictive for him all this time. Neither of the boys have taken off a stitch of clothing, you realize, and here you are fully naked on your hands and knees between them.

Ubbe reaches in and pulls his erection out through the fly of his boxer briefs. Does It count as him getting a little more naked, if he’s immediately pulling your mouth over to swallow it up?

You always kind of think about channeling your inner snake when sucking Ubbe off, as you just about unhinge your jaw to fit that slab of meat he’s packing into your mouth. It’s worth it for the sounds he makes, though. This time he’s holding himself back, probably trying to look tough with his brother present, but his guttural grunts and muttered curses when you swirl your tongue just right are close enough to the full show. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck, too, not exactly controlling your movements but certainly keeping you on-task down there.

As your head came down to meet Ubbe’s cock, your hindquarters rose. Hvitserk is certainly getting an eyeful of your ass and whatever he can glimpse of your pussy between your bare thighs, with your knees only slightly spread for balance up on the couch cushion. It takes him longer than you expect to reach out and start exploring what’s on offer with his fingertips.

He starts low on your thighs, tracing up toward your naughty bits lightly. You arch your back a little more, encouraging him. His fingernails graze over the widest part of your ass.

The longer it takes him to come close to your pussy, the more you’re silently begging him to. You’re working your mouth up and down over Ubbe’s cock, relishing your lover’s taste and scent, sure, but you’re also quite distracted by thoughts of what Hvitserk’s looking at and what he’s going to do next.

When his thumb finally slides down to the edge of your pussy lips you moan, loudly, the sound made even more pornographic by the way Ubbe’s choking cock distorts it. Perhaps Hvitserk understands it as encouragement, because his thumb keeps sliding, up and down, in a confident delineation of the edges of your sex. You moan some more. It’s actually quite fun to hear the ways the sounds come out in garbled and staccato bursts as Ubbe’s hand urges your mouth faster and deeper.

“Fuck, keep making those sounds,” Ubbe says.

Hvitserk does his part, continuing to tease your cunt, not doing anything very specific or intense, just exploring and tantalizing and waking everything up all over again. He finds your clit and bats at it just a little, then spirals away again to swirl his fingertip at your very entrance.

“Fuck, this pussy,” Hvitserk groans through his teeth. “I want to fuck it so bad.”

You arch your back even more, almost trying to force yourself over his fingers as you continue on fastidiously with the job in front of you.

Ubbe speaks for you. “Go ahead, dude. I think there’s still condoms in the drawer.”

Hvitserk’s pressure increases, just a little bit. “Not yet.” He traps your clit between his fingers and pinches. “Still gotta win that contest. I need to keep my head in the game. I get off now, I lose my edge.”

You can’t fucking take it. You slide up off Ubbe’s cock with a popping sound so you can plead with Hvitserk. “Just a little, then? Just fuck it a little.” He’s making you too fucking crazy to keep quiet. “I want you, Hvitserk.”

“Honey, you think I can get in this cute little pussy of yours and stop myself before I blow? No one’s that strong.”

“Speaking of blowing . . .” Ubbe’s coaxing your mouth back over his dick before you can answer, using your scalp to hold you steady as he starts to fuck up into your face. Your aroused little moans turn helpless around the rough thrusting of his cock, while Hvitserk gifts you with a fraction of what you want by pressing one blessed finger inside.

“Swallow it all,” Ubbe tells you, his voice gone breathy and thin. “Don’t spill a drop.”

You fuck yourself back over Hvitserk’s long finger as Ubbe’s pace increases, spurring himself on to blast his seed into the back of your throat. Swallowing is certainly the easiest way to make sure you don’t choke.

He shudders inside your mouth, holding you close while he pants and decides he’s really done. You savor the last moments of Ubbe’s cock in your mouth. Hvitserk slowed down when your body stopped rocking, but never really stopped: in, out. In, out. That finger keeps sliding, to remind you. Ubbe’s done, but you’re not. Not. Even. Close.

When Ubbe finally releases your face, you suck him clean as you pull back and then lift your head. You hold the rest of your body still, unwilling to interrupt Hvitserk’s steady rhythm inside you. Ubbe wraps his hand under your chin, guiding you to look up at him.

His eyes are sleepy around the edges, but still sparkling. You watch them track quickly over your face. “You’re up, Hvitserk,” he says, amused. “She looks ready.”

Unfortunately, this makes Hvitserk stop fingering you. You turn towards him with a whine.

He meets your eyes and smirks. “Definitely ready. Lay down.”

You spread yourself along the couch as Hvitserk slides down off it, guiding your legs to open where he can easily reach you from his knees on the floor. Your head doesn’t fit in Ubbe’s lap from this position; you’re lying flat on your back across the middle of the couch, with your face next to his hip. He reaches down and cups your cheek, dragging his thumb idly over your skin.

It feels a little more vulnerable, to be laid out like this. Which enhances the thrill of knowing that a man you barely know is between your spread legs, staring at your most intimate places. Hvitserk lets his hot breath steam over your wet and needy entrance, building the anticipation. Hands caress the insides of your thighs, then his thumb starts sliding in to open you up.

You can feel how wet you’ve become from the ease with which he parts your inner lips. You moan and arch as Hvitserk drags that moisture up to lubricate your clit, letting him draw easy circles around the sensitive button.

When he leans in to replace his thumb with his mouth, it’s gentle, almost a kiss. Then he sucks on your clit and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck, you look good like this,” Ubbe mutters. He leans forward and scoops up both your breasts with his hands. “I’m going to get hard again already.”

A nervous giggle slips out as you ponder how you might get caught in an endless cycle of cocks after this. If watching you with one is only going to keep turning the other one on again. Perhaps you’re fortunate that Ubbe and Ivar never try to have you at the same time like this. A girl can only take so much.

Hvitserk, it turns out, is not an idle boaster. His competence at eating pussy is instantly apparent. His tongue glides hungrily to all the right places, and when you look down, the dark satisfaction in his hooded eyes makes you feel like you’re caught in a filthy monster’s jaws.

You can’t even track what exactly he’s doing down there. All you know is that the pleasure is surging, from every square millimeter that his lips and tongue touch. He slips two fingers inside you, and rocks them in such a way that you swear he’s found something inside there that no one else has ever noticed before. Your whole body is singing.

An obnoxious noise brings you just a little bit back down to earth. One of Ubbe’s hands leaves your chest, the other left gently cupping one tit.

“It’s Ivar,” Ubbe says, scooping Hvitserk’s vibrating phone off the table.

Hvitserk sucks you hard before lifting his mouth, drawing a strangled cry from you. You realize you’ve been making all kinds of crazy noises for the past few minutes. “Let him listen,” the arrogant boy responds.

Ivar’s voice is faint, but you can hear it, issuing forth from the phone hovering above you in Ubbe’s hand. His tone is impatient, as usual: “Hvitserk, you there?”

His brother has dropped his mouth back between your legs, sucking at you in time to the curl of his fingertips deep inside. There’s no way to keep yourself from moaning, and making ragged little sounds whenever you try to breathe.

“Interesting.” Ivar drags out the first syllable. You don’t hear anything from him for a while, and then, he says your name. “Can you hear me?”

You turn your next moan upward, into a whiny little “uh huh!”

Hvitserk is not letting you get any more lucid than that.

“Are you showing Hvitserk your best hospitality?” Ivar asks, his Dom voice apparent even from this distance. Ubbe’s thumb moves and his voice gets louder. “Doesn’t sound like it,” Ivar continues, chastising you on speaker. “It sounds like you’re being quite selfish.”

Is Hvitserk getting you in trouble right now? The movement of his tongue only intensifies, threatening to turn your steady moans into squeals. Your legs are starting to shake as heat floods your core.

“What are they doing to you over there?” Ivar continues. “I don’t hear Ubbe, but I’m sure he’s lurking about.”

If he’s expecting you to answer, he’s going to be disappointed. No way you’re capable of speech.

“I hope you are enjoying yourself,” Ivar says, continuing on as a monologue. “And I hope that you’re looking forward to being punished later, for being such a bad girl. Making our guest work so hard for your own selfish, wicked pleasure.” Every word goes straight to your cunt, helping Hvitserk build you toward an orgasm that promises to be a screamer. “You’re the one that should have your mouth full right now, greedy girl. I see that you can’t be trusted to be left alone. We will begin… some much stricter training when I get home.” Fuck. “I’m sure Hvitserk won’t mind helping me teach you better manners. Are you close, greedy girl? I hear your voice changing. Enjoy it, because it might be the last one that you get for a long, long time.”

Between Ivar’s words and Hvitserk’s skills, you don’t stand a fucking chance. You clutch behind you to find Ubbe’s hand, barely remembering the rules of the contest in time as this pleasure starts to climax.

“Wait,” Ubbe huffs, “gotta get the stopwatch.”

Ivar’s chuckle drips out of the phone while Ubbe fumbles with it. He may have had some choice words for what these two gorgeous, sexy idiots are up to, but you only hear him get as far as “Are you two—” before a rushing in your ears takes over and you lose consciousness of anything else but the tidal wave of pleasure crashing through your body.

Hvitserk is relentless. He doesn’t slow the intensity a bit, pushes you through your screaming, writhing orgasm with the dedication of a pit bull as he just hits that magic spot over and over and over. You’re shaking and gasping before it’s done, and when the peak turns to oversensitivity he’s still determined to wring a few more seconds out of you, doesn’t stop until your thighs try to clench shut around his head in a helpless attempt to push him away.

You’re left panting as Ubbe announces the time above your head. “Thirty-four seconds.”

“And you started late,” Hvitserk points out. He’s panting too.

“And I started late,” Ubbe admits.

So much for your attempt at cheating on Ubbe’s behalf. Hvitserk sure as hell won fair and square. If Ivar’s little participation doesn’t count.

Wait. Is Ivar still on the phone?

“I take it Hvitserk is the winner.”

Yep. He’s there.

Hvitserk wipes his mouth as he rises from the ground, lifting one of your legs to roll you out of his way so he can resume his seat on the end of the couch. He nestles himself against your naked hip and reaches out his upturned hand to Ubbe, silently asking for his phone back.

You expect him to speak, but all you hear is the descending tone indicating an ended call. Hvitserk tosses his phone back on the table with a dismissive sound. You think you might even see a trace of a snarl on his lip as you look up at him through your post-orgasmic haze.

Then all his attention is back on you. You watch his greedy eyes run all over your body, from your upturned hip to the curve of your tilted waist, your bare breasts and your parted, panting mouth. “What were you saying earlier?” he asks, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. “Something about want me to ‘fuck it just a little?’”

You nod breathlessly as he climbs further over your body. His hooded eyes look predatory now, and if somehow Ivar made him mad then he definitely seems ready to take it out on you. He gives your hip a little smack, watching how the impact makes you jiggle, then inspects your face while he gives you another one.

“You like it rough, huh?”

You nod, and twist your body to present your ass to him even better. Honestly you feel like your pussy is about to start dripping on the couch, so it also doesn’t hurt to get it further away from the cushions.

He nods too, thoughtfully. “There’s this position I like. Not every girl can handle it.”

Ubbe makes an interested noise above you. “She can handle a lot.”

“So I keep hearing.” Hvitserk taps at your ass. “Up.”

He stands at the same time as you do, and you don’t miss the way he readjusts himself inside his pants. He pulls you in close for a kiss, pressing your naked body fully against his clothes.

He whips his shirt off. Finally. “There are condoms around here?”

“Yes,” you say, dropping to your knees to open one of the little drawers at the base of the coffee table. You and Ubbe had scattered them all over the house before he made his monogamy pledge and the tests had come back clean. You turn back to Hvitserk, presenting him the little package in your palms.

He makes a happy little noise in the back of his throat. “I like the way you look down there.” He loosens his belt. “Now I’m thinking you need to stay on your knees and show me what that sweet mouth can do.”

You nod, eagerly, as you watch him get his dick out and step closer to your face. You meet it with your tongue, wrapping a hand around his shaft to keep him pointed down where you can reach.

There’s something extra fun about a blowjob that you don’t intend to finish. You lick around the head of his cock like it’s a lollypop, pausing to give him playful eye contact and then watching him watch you swallow it up.

Ubbe’s the one that groans. When you flick your eyes over to him he’s got one hand thrust into his own pants like he’s gearing up for round two. “You look so good. Teasing it like that.”

You can’t help yourself. You keep your eyes locked onto Ubbe while pulling Hvitserk a little closer, giving his shaft little kitten licks.

“You are fucking hot as hell, darlin’,” Hvitserk says, looking straight down the line of his body at you. “But I’ve had enough teasing tonight. Come up over here.”

He leads you to the side of the couch and bends you over the armrest.

“Saw this in a porno once.” He kicks at your legs until you spread them a little further apart. “Stop me if it’s not working for you. But I think you’re flexible enough.”

He pushes down between your shoulders until your chest hits the couch. You relax the side of your face into the cushion and just go with it. Now your hips are higher than the rest of your body, and quite decently supported by the plush armrest. Not hard so far. There must be something more coming.

You hear the sound of the condom wrapper opening. Ubbe shifts above your head, but you resist the temptation to check and see what he’s doing on his end of the couch. Ivar’s right; you’ve been selfish. You must give your full submission to Hvitserk now, and show him that you are doing exactly as he instructs. No more, no less, and no looking at his brother.

You know you’re wet but he spits on his fingers and works a little added lubrication into you anyway.

“I liked the way you were begging,” he comments, voice husky as you feel him moving in closer. “Think I can make you beg a little more?”

“Oh, Hvitserk, please.” You angle your hips up even higher, offering yourself to him. You’re positively aching to be filled up, after all this.

“Please what?” You feel the brush of something thicker than fingers against your slick entrance.

You take a breath. “Please fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

“That is definitely the plan.” He pushes into you slow, the second Lothbrok you’ve let go balls-deep into you now. He’s not as thick as Ubbe but that hardly matters, not when you’re swollen with need and reveling in the fact that this one wants you too, bad enough to throw shame out the window and fuck you right in front of his brother. “Fuuuuck.” He presses in deep and just stays there a minute, hands gripping your ass tight.

You buck your hips up against him, although you don’t have much leverage with your belly in the couch and your legs spread so wide.

He grunts and answers your enthusiasm with his own, starting to bounce against you in measured thrusts. “Ungh, I knew you had a sweet little pussy. Are you happy to share it with me?”

“Yes,” you wail, as he pounds you harder, the friction electrifying every nerve ending they hadn’t already fried out with that pussy-eating competition.

“You gonna share it with me all week?”

“Uh huh!”

“And you can you really handle that? Three guys telling you what to do around here? Keeping this pussy full?”

“M-mhmm.”

“What was that?”

“Yes! I’ll find a way.”

“Good.” His thrusts have settled into a quick, steady rhythm. “Arch your back more.”

You really have to press your chest into the couch, and come up to your tiptoes when it feels like you can barely reach the floor as it is, but you manage it. It makes his thrusts feel deeper, threatening to bottom out against your cervix.

“Now give me your arms.”

This must be it. The thing that other girls won’t do. You give up supporting your body with your forearms, twisting them both behind your back instead. It puts a lot of your weight on your face and upper chest, the only things left to support the bouncing impacts of his thrusting, but it’s manageable. Fingers wrap around your wrists, straightening your arms back behind you. He’s using them like handles now, to pull your arched body over his cock. It’s rough, but you can take it. You’re just flexible enough.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Hvitserk croons.

“You’re telling me,” Ubbe says. His voice is coming from the side now. You open your eyes to see that he’s left the couch for the coffee table, sitting right across from your face where he can get the best view of your contorted figure. “Think you can lift your feet off the ground, wrap them behind him?”

You try. Lifting your legs like that clenches your pelvic floor, which makes Hvitserk yelp and then fuck you harder. Now you’ve got absolutely no control at all, laying on your face and getting fucked down into the cushions. You might be drooling. There’s nothing to be done for it if you are.

You wouldn’t be able to stay like this for long, but it doesn’t seem like you’re going to have to. Hvitserk’s making this drawn-out humming sort of noise, he’s so into it, pistoning into you at an accelerating rate that suggests he’s barreling toward climax.

“This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Ubbe says. You want him to shut up so he doesn’t make Hvitserk uncomfortable, but these two do seem to have some kind of established groove for this already. And hearing him tell you how sexy this outrageously acrobatic pose is does make it easier for you to hang on in it for a little longer. It’s not an angle that’s going to get you off, but ferocious pleasure rings through your body anyway.

“Ahh—” Hvitserk’s rising wail almost sounds desperate, and then he forces air between his teeth as he grinds himself even deeper into you.

You don’t complain as he crushes you just a little more. It’s obvious that he’s reveling in a prolonged, ecstatic climax, and you’re certainly not going to begrudge him anything less than the thirty-four seconds of bliss he so recently finished giving you.

But when he gasps the end of his release, and his body stops clenching, you’re tugging your arms out of his grip, grateful to untwist your shoulders and get the pressure off your neck.

“Fuck—thanks. Fuck,” he pants. “That was incredible.” He stays inside you. You feel his forehead drop to the middle of your back as you both start letting your muscles relax one by one. You like the way his hair feels on your skin.

An insistent, gorilla-like grunt emanates from somewhere above your head. “My turn,” Ubbe says, and his hands wrap around your forearms.

“Dude,” Hvitserk exhales. “Give me a fucking minute!” His hips writhe against you. “She feels so fucking good . . .”

You feel Ubbe take a seat on the couch next to your head, but he does not release your arms. His grip flexes impatiently, but at least he’s not pulling you bodily out from underneath his brother.

“She probably needs a rest too, dude,” Hvitserk continues, his breath warming your skin. “A little recovery time from all that.” As if realizing he was barely following his own advice, he withdraws himself carefully from your body and lets you move your legs more comfortably back together.

“Nah, she’s better than that,” Ubbe rumbles, voice thick and rich and proud. “She takes dick like a champ.” His fingers tickle under your chin until you look up at him. “You want two in a row, don’t you babe.” The gleam in his eye tells you he’s fully recovered from his last orgasm, and absolutely ready to go.

Hvitserk is being very nice. But is nice really what you want? You probably wouldn’t be in this position if that was the case. “Yeah,” you say, answering Ubbe’s growling with your own throaty sex kitten moan.

Ubbe’s blue eyes blaze and he tugs you towards him. Your legs wobble a little as you climb around the arm of the couch. Hvitserk’s promise kept. Ubbe sees your weakness and scoops you up, like any good predator would.

He whirls you around, getting you underneath his body as your back presses into the armrest of his side of the couch. He can only kiss you once, as sloppy as he is passionate, before he’s struggling with his pants.

That glorious erection is rock-hard as you help him free it from his clothing. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, as if he took Hvitserk’s dirty talk about “keeping this pussy full” quite seriously.

You might be just a little bit sore. That hardly matters when Ubbe gets his rhythm going, the aching only adding to the decadent pleasure of back-to-back fuckings.

He’s got one foot on the floor, giving him ridiculous leverage to split you open against the corner of the couch. You throw your arms around his neck and brace yourself, looking over his shoulder at Hvitserk’s sleepy-cat smile as the boy catches his breath while watching you get impaled.

“Touch yourself,” says Ubbe, shifting to pull your hand down between your bodies, flexing his fucking abs to curl his body and give you room as he continues to pound.

“Ivar said—”

“Don’t you want one more, before he makes that threat official?”

Fuck. Good point. See, Ubbe can be nice too. You let your fingers fly.

“I want to feel you cum all over my dick,” he grunts out, his pace increasing as he seems to turn himself on even more with just the thought. “And I want to hear it, too.”

It doesn’t take long. Your poor pussy shivers under Ubbe’s onslaught, the clenching of your muscles as you hold yourself up against it magnifying the oncoming orgasm into something that makes you want to scream like some kind of wild shieldmaiden between your teeth.

And Ubbe wanted to hear you. So you do. That sizzling pleasure radiates out of your core until your lower half locks up, clamping around him so hard that even his punishing pace has to slow.

When you suck in your next breath and the sound of your own voice fades, you hear Ubbe gasping. He’s coming too, locked down in your throbbing pussy. You stay like that, clenched tight and pressing up against him, for a few more breaths while your climax fades only slowly. You actually felt your inner walls milking him. Drawing that seed deep up inside you.

You release a throaty sigh and finally let your body unwind.

Ubbe presses his forehead against yours. “Fuck, princess,” he breathes. “How do you keep getting more amazing?”

You end up sprawled along the couch between them, your head in Hvitserk’s lap while Ubbe massages every kink out of the big muscles of your legs. You don’t feel self-conscious to still be naked. You feel like nothing less than a classical goddess. Something the masters would line up to paint, and even more; the utterly feminine deity that men have immortalized in clay and enshrined on cave walls since the dawn of the human capacity to think. Nothing more natural in the world than your naked, beloved body.

Which doesn’t mean that you’re not grateful when Ubbe spreads a warm blanket over you, when his massaging hands have mostly finished. Sure, you were going to spend the afternoon cleaning this room, but your eyes are drifting closed in the post-sex haze now. They’ll turn the game back on, won’t they, and let you take a little nap across their laps first.

But you don’t hear the TV turn back on. Not yet. Instead, a conversation begins above your dozing head.

“You do this with Ivar, dude?”

Ubbe shifts underneath your leg before he responds. “Not like this.”

Hvitserk makes a soft sound. “Didn’t think so.” There’s a pause, long enough to tempt you back into sleep, but you really want to hear if they’re going to say anything more about this. Hvitserk has known them his whole life. He probably has some insight that would be valuable for you to know. You shift a little in his lap though, making sure he knows you’re still awake. Wouldn’t be right to actually eavesdrop.

His hand comes to your head, stroking gently across your hair. “Can't believe Ivar's really sharing with you, dude.”

“Maybe I'm sharing with him.”

Hvitserk just laughs.

You open your eyes to see Ubbe shrugging. “It’s working out so far. I let him lead.”

“I didn’t think you could do that.”

Ubbe leans forward over your feet, grabbing his forgotten bottle off the coffee table. “He’s grown a lot, since we were all at home.” He takes a thoughtful swig. “I probably have, too.” He makes eye contact with you for a second, possibly acknowledging the awkwardness of talking about these things over your head, but doesn’t say anything that might draw you into the conversation.

Not that you have anything to say. You’re just soaking up every little piece of information you can get.

Your face is pointed away from Hvitserk; although you’re in his lap, you can’t really see anything of him but his knee.

“Well, it’s the only thing I’ve ever found that works with him. Ivar has to be the one in control, or it doesn’t go well.”

“You say that like I haven’t been living with him for years, too, dude.”

“I’m saying it because it’s hard to believe you can really pull that off. You’ve always had to kind of be the top dog yourself, dude.”

Ubbe’s fingers stroke you underneath the blanket. “Some things are worth a little compromise.”

Hvitserk bounces your head just a little. “What do you think? Is Ubbe ever really not the boss?” You rouse yourself, twisting your body until your face is pointed up at Hvitserk’s. “Pretty much ran the show today, didn’t he?”

You consider your answer, glancing between their waiting faces. At least they’re both smiling. This is not an answer you need to feel worried about crafting too carefully. “I think it was pretty natural for him to guide things today,” you say, looking up into Hvitserk’s eyes, “since you and I had never—” you trail off self-consciously as you stare up into that gorgeous face.

Hvitserk squeezes you up in his arms, and his smile turns mischievous. “But now we are very familiar with each other. Aren’t we.”

You nod, suddenly breathless again.

“You want to keep playing with me, while I’m in town?”

You smile and nod harder.

“Good,” Ubbe says, his hand running up your leg. “Cuz by my count, we’re not exactly done here. You got me off twice. Hvitserk only nutted once. That’s not right,” he says, shaking his head. “He’s our guest. You should spend tonight in bed with him, at the very least.”

And why do you get the feeling Ubbe’s going to find an excuse to be involved in that, too?

“No offense,” Hvitserk says, “but that’s the kind of shit I’m talking about, dude. Telling us what to do. You let anything not be Ivar’s idea, man, and you’re done.” Hvitserk’s gaze swivels back down to meet yours. “If he can’t hold some of that shit back,” he tells you, a smirk twisting up his cheek, “you’re never going to be able to have the both of them at the same time.”

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[mikrowrites]

•aaron tveit headcanons•

a/n: aight guys I’m not dead! i haven’t really had the time to write much, but aaron tveit lives in my heart rent free so here’s these dumb kinda specific really long headcanons:

so you both probably met pretty early into aaron’s career

it’s probably safe to say both of you would have the same if not similar careers, broadway and acting

and though aaron was lucky enough to get his big break, you had unfortunately not (yet) and had to wait tables for a couple years after college

(insert waitress/customer troupe here)

you worked at a restaurant close to the theatre district after undergrad and aaron was starring in Hairspray

the boy saw you and was w h i p p e d

would come to the restaurant like 4 days a week

kinda creeped you out ngl

finally got the balls to actually start a conversation and boom: instant friends

and you guys were friends for a while! dumbass and chaotic conversation was a YES

“did you know barcodes scan the white space and not the black lines”

“WAIT WHAT??”

“how many orders of fries would put me in the er?”

“uhhh... 30”

you first caught feelings when aaron invited you to see him as Fiyero in Wicked

was it his amazing talent and charm? or was it his tight pants? you’d never tell

but nevertheless, oh shit! the friends to lovers troupe!

aaron is a manly man™️ and will always say he asked you out first

which is somewhat true, but you always argue the dinner you took him to after that show was the first date

because that’s when you first kissed him

and just like that! he asks you out!

first date is literally a d r e a m

no romantic dinner, no dress and tux

there was wine tho

you and aaron watched a Yankees game and got drunk off your asses laughing and screaming at the tv and annoying aaron’s roommate

did it end with both of you passed out on his couch cuddling? maybe it did

best. first. date. ever.

the second date WAS a nicer one, going out to eat and wandering the streets of New York City

and yes, some dates were ABSOLUTELY a par 9 on a golf course

you didn’t really put a label on your relationship for a while

because aaron’s career began to take off with next to normal and you finally got your big break on a national tour!

it was pretty bittersweet, though

you and aaron had a healthy conversation about your relationship, and decided you weren’t quite dating yet, but still talking. you guys wanted to see if you could manage the whole “gone for months at a time” thing

and you could!

skype, texting, and random 1 am phone calls

one time you feel asleep during one of the calls, and aaron just smiled and watched you sleep (not in a creepy way guys)

when you came back from tour you’d think you had come home from war

he all but tackles you into a hug, and kisses you

“let’s make this work”

so lo and behold! you were dating!

takes you to meet his family on thanksgiving

they love you

attending the tonys together, which was basically the first time you two confirmed a relationship

he said “I love you” first

a couple years would go by, catch me if you can and such, and you make your broadway debut!!

you’re def a triple threat

aaron’s so gushy about it, constantly brags about you

rumor has it he cried watching the opening night, denies it every time

literally glued to you for the entire after party, he’s just seriously so proud and in love awwh

and then he books les miz and graceland

you’re unable to travel to London w him since you’re in your own show, and it hits both of you hard

so what does this mfer do?

it’s the morning he leaves for shooting and you’re dropping him off at the airport

“hey when i get back from filming wanna get married?”

“sure”

totally gave you a little prize machine plastic ring at the airport

you guys are literally SO NONCHALANT about it as everyone around you goes insane

“i’m engaged, i guess”

the internet blows up because they actually can’t figure out if you guys are serious or not

don’t worry, aaron actually proposed properly with a proper ring eventually

you still wear the plastic ring on a chain around your neck for a while tho

you both decide to get an apartment together

domestic couple things

Your neighbors probably hate you from the amount of times you both have “sing-offs”

slow dancing in the kitchen, laundry day, watching football games together gets aggressive

i firmly believe that you aren’t a Dallas Cowboys fan

the biggest fights you have honestly is about the NFL

in all seriousness there is still small conflict every once in a while, but you both are fantastic at communication

attending the oscars with aaron

“yeah but lOoK aT mY BeAuTiFuL FiAnCeE”

you’d be lying if watching the oscars performance didn’t turn you on a bit

but ANYWAYS

you guys get married!

it’s definitely not a huge fancy wedding, just friends and family

you know for a FACT he’d sing “marry me a little” at the reception he so would

you guys dance all night

it’s adorable, his hand literally never leaves yours

you end up with a sinus infection from all the cake frosting he smears on your face

aaron felt really bad for it, so like a good wife you hold it over him for eternity

“remember that time we missed our flight to Belize because we were in the ER-“

“OH MY GOD—“

went to Belize to honeymoon eventually anyways

aaron was very much like that one john mulaney sketch

“that’s my wife!”

“hey! have you met my wife yet?”

“i love my wife”

life goes on for you two, you remain hopping from broadway show to show

aaron ends up working on his acting career more

lots of time apart, but that just makes the time together more precious

adorable phone contact names

“wifey❤️” and “hubby❤️”

you were on set a lot for rehearsals of Grease Live

you actually helped assist in some of the choreography from time to time

impromptu golf cart rides

and you get to watch it live! like, you were AT the carnival on the set!

you’re just really proud of your mans :,)

family and friends keep pestering you both to have kids

so you adopt a dog (MILES BBY I LOVE YOU)

also as a side note, you love Braindead

you laughed HYSTERICALLY during the salami sex scene

aaron filmed it and posted it on twitter

fast forward, you get offered to help choreograph a new show! woah! and you’d get to swing for it!

it’s super top secret tho, and you literally cannot tell aaron

you do eventually relent the information that you’re working on a new show, and the man doesn’t pry. he’s respectful like that.

you meet the team, and boy you are IN LOVE

auditions are fun, creating the choreo is exhilarating

you don’t hear about casting much at all tho

so when aaron walks into the studio you both immediately freeze

“wait what the f—“

“I KNEW IT!”

yup. you both were working on Moulin Rouge! and had NO clue

you both share (1) braincell

the lab went great, and soon you were on your way to Boston!

you HATE aaron’s longer hair, mostly because he won’t let you mess with it >:(

he eventually relents, and you teach him the secrets of “the man bun™️”

you also braid it a lot

“ow!”

“stop being a pussy about it”

or

“your hair’s the money maker don’t make me shave it in your sleep”

performing with your husband is a dream

sneaking looks on stage

aaron calls your frustrated choreo-instruction voice “mom voice” and the rest of the cast picks up on it

“no, it’s 7, 8! Up on 3, down on 5, 6, spin 7,8!”

“ok, mom!”

“SHUT UP, AARON!”

then broadway!!

the ricky-aaron lives

you had to go on for nini one performance and ricky teased aaron ALL DAY

you were totally in on it too

but aaron isn’t really the jealous type. he knows you are so in love with him, the same way he is in love with you

so basically he knew it was all fun and games

shenanigans backstage

one time during intermission you convinced aaron to give you a piggyback ride the ENTIRE 15 MINUTES

“hey aaron nice backpack”

small talk between scenes

like aaron would be sprinting to his next cue and you’d just

“i’m ordering domino’s for dinner pepperoni or sausage?”

“PEPPERONI!”

you both drink too much iced coffee, like people are actually concerned for you both

neither of you are party-ers really, but you can GET DOWN

i am convinced aaron can cook

like if he’d have a day off, you’d come home from an evening performance with a cooked meal and two wine glasses

never candles tho

not after the valentine’s day incident

BUT TO SUM IT ALL UP

y’all are cute :,)

[allie1804-fan]

Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Chapter 4 California Routine

Warnings: Some explicit content

Keanu had a script and an animated film voice-over going on through January and was usually gone the whole day. Kerry would start the day with some laps of the pool, do writing then walk Scout if she could quickly but she soon got put off by the frequency of being spotted by a “homes of the stars” tour bus. She ended up doing walks early and late then staying home all day. It reminded her a bit of working during Covid, only without the constant Teams meetings and it wasn’t long before the loneliness kicked in.

It was on one such lonely day that her mood was made worse by a FaceTime call coming in from her sister.

Rosie was quick to see the sadness in her sister’s expression and pushed to find out more. Kerry confessed that LA was beginning to make her feel trapped - not being able to just go for a walk out of your door like at home without being on a dangerous road or too hot or hassled by paparazzi or tourists really sucked. What she didn’t mention was that she also got her period that day. She didn’t want to tell anyone they were trying and it had only been 3 months so no time at all, but that didn’t stop her from quitting writing early and going to bed for a good cry.

The next day things weren’t much better and she was desperately craving company and fresh air by the time Keanu got home.

“Can’t we just order in” Keanu groaned when she suggested they head down to the beach and find somewhere they could eat out then take Scout for his walk.

“Please, I just need to get out of this place”? Her disparaging tone about his home wound him up.

“What this awful place in the Hollywood Hills, with a pool and privacy ….”

“Sorry I know, it’s just, I need to feel the breeze, have some open space, you know. I’ve been going stir crazy today and I’m on my period ….. again.”

“Come ‘ere” he soothed immediately. He knew she was on her period, but they had a pact not to talk about it so their trying for a baby wouldn’t become an obsession if at all possible.

He held her for a few moments.

“I’m sorry I’m just tired but we can go out, anything to make you feel better”

They did go out and the walk in the sea breeze really helped her feel better. They talked about what was coming up for them and there was a possible trip to look forward to which would give Kerry a change of scene.

Keanu had some location work in San Francisco in mid-February. He suggested they both go and he’d look into staying somewhere close to the sea if they could rather than a hotel in the city.

The production team found them a house close to the beach and they took a couple of days off to take a leisurely drive up with Scout, taking the PCH and Big Sur route. Kerry could feel the tension leaving her shoulders just at the sight of the cliffs and sea.

The house they pulled up to was in a Victorian-era terrace with pale blue plaster walls and a steep set of steps up from the street. The beach was a 15-minute walk through a park and Kerry loved it the minute she set eyes on it. The decor reminded her of the hotel in Tresco, all soft creams and blues that soothed the soul. There was a small garden out back so Scout could be outdoors while Kerry worked but walks would be much easier to manage with the park and beach so close.

After looking around, Kerry went to the bedroom to unpack.

“You making your nest?” Keanu said teasing her as he joined her in the bedroom.

“You know I like to have things in their proper place - and you do too Virgo boy so you can’t talk!”

“Alright! Anyway, are you happy? Did I do good?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind, keeping her from her task.

She turned in his arms laughing.

“Yeah, you did good Reeves, very good. You know don’t take this, you know, the wrong way or like I’m fishing or anything, but …”

“What?”

“But life with you, it’s like a wonderful long honeymoon you know ?”

He laughed understanding why she hadn’t wanted him to think she wanted a proposal!

“Mmmm I agree because you, my love, certainly do taste sweet as honey” she giggled “and I do love your moons” he added, squeezing her buttocks. He kissed her then, deeply and it soon turned hungry and demanding, his hands moving to the buttons on her shirt and the zipper on her jeans.

He broke the kiss only to shove the half-unpacked case onto the floor and push her back on the bed where he began an attack on her breasts with his hands and mouth. It didn’t take long to remove the rest of their clothes and join everything that mattered. She welcomed him in every way, her pussy wet and wide open, her arms pulling him to her and hands raking up his back. He felt like he had become literally joined to her, the squeezing of her muscles starting a tingling and throbbing all along his rigid cock as he pumped in and out. He slowed a little, leaning down to kiss her, trying to hold back but it was useless. Her throat was like a fountain and he let go, filling her in a tremendous burst as her pussy fluttered and pulsed around him. He had to release her from the kiss to shout out his joy and she screamed hers. She fell back on the bed and he down upon her, breathing heavily into her neck for a while before lifting up and smiling down into her eyes.

“Love you Kerensa” he said using her full name which he often chose in moments of passion

“Love you too Kiki !” she’d taken to calling him that since he’d confessed it was a childhood nickname.

The trip passed quickly. Kerry loved San Francisco and split her days between writing and exploring the seafront, parks and the harbour side with Scout in tow as much as she could. She would report back each day with finds and suggestions for restaurants for dinner. Her worries from LA seemed far away.

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[simsadventures]

Only Mine: Chapter 9: Spending the Night

Summary: You spend the night at Bucky’s mansion. While the night is full of passion and feelings, the next morning isn’t as great as you or Bucky would hope for.

Warnings: so much fluff, like I can’t, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS, you know the drill), more fluff, teeny tiny bits of angst, swearing

Word Count: 5383

A/N: I know I haven’t updated in a while, and for that reason, I’ve decided to make this chapter extra long, you know, to make it up to you all. Hope you’ll enjoy this domestic-bliss-kind-of chapter, and let me know what you thought! Feedback is always appreciated :) xx

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Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night. Ever since he brought you to his home, he was nervous. Or maybe he just feared you wouldn’t like it there and you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. And he couldn’t bear the thought of that. So, every time you laughed or smiled at something, he showed you in the house, a small smile appeared on his face as well.

When he asked Magda when the food will be ready, she answered him happily, raising an eyebrow at him, showing thumbs up nonchalantly. Bucky shook his head and kissed her cheek. She has been with his family for a long time, and because his parents were long gone, he saw Magda as a mother figure. And although she couldn’t pester him as much as she’d like sometimes, she still could yell pretty loudly. And at those moments, Bucky felt like 10-year old again. It always took him good 5 minutes before he realised that he no longer had to be sorry for what he did.

But that was one of Magda’s talents- always making him feel sad if he had disappointed her, or done something to have sadden her. So her being supportive of you in the house made him hopeful.

Everything seemed good and dandy, but then something switched inside you. It was a small detail, and if Bucky didn’t spend as much time with you as he did, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. But it was the way your shoulders slouched a little, the small pout appearing on your beautiful mouth, and the wrinkle right above your nose- barely visible, but still there.

It was right after you met Bob and Brock. He knew that the two men looked dangerous and not really as friendly as Sam and Steve, but they always did what Bucky wanted and never complained. He could see the way their eyes roamed your body, and he would have a serious talk with them tomorrow, but he knew they were harmless. At least to you.

It was only after dinner that he saw you relax a little. He had to fight himself the whole evening not to drag you into the first empty room/closet, whatever, and fuck you senseless. He was almost drooling every time he looked at you for more than 2 seconds. He couldn’t believe his luck in attaining you.

The dress left little to the imagination, but Bucky still wanted to see you out of it. And when you whispered to him that you wanted him to show you who you belonged to, he lost it. Bucky felt dizzy and elated at the same time, thinking about finally having you after such a long day.

His hands roamed your body, caressing every inch of your exposed skin. But he wanted to feel more. He bid you sit up, and when you did his fingers immediately found the zipper on the backside of your dress. He nipped at your jaw and collarbone and slid the dress, torturously slowly down your shoulders.

The view that suddenly appeared in front of him left him speechless. He thought that the best thing was your dress, but what was hidden behind them left his cock straining against his pants painfully.

You laid back on the mattress, letting Bucky pull the dress off of you completely, and you bit your index finger seductively. But could have creamed his pants then and there. You literally looked like his wet dream.

Red flimsy lingerie, which was barely there because he could very much see your perky nipples and could also make out the slit on your pussy. He groaned out loud, wanting nothing more than to rip it off of you. But, at the same time, he wanted to see this set on you again, so he had to be careful. He just didn’t know how long he could keep this carefulness on his mind, while you were looking like a goddess of sex.

He knew you could see the look on his face, the look that was saying how much he actually enjoyed seeing you in your attire, and how much he enjoyed being with you in general. But he didn’t care. Because for the first time in his life, he felt like he could actually trust you with everything. With his own life, if necessary.

Something woke him from his thoughts, and he realised you were still on his bed, but now you weren’t laying on it but kneeling.

“Changed your mind and now you want to lay back and talk? We can do that, James, if you want to,” you said, still smiling, but unlike a few seconds, when you were the seductress herself, this smile was full of warmth.

“I just thought about how lucky I was to have stumbled upon you, my dear. And you’re proving my point right now. And even though I love talking to you, there are one or two things I can think of that I’d do rather than talking.”

Warning: smut starting

He was smirking as he said it and you giggled, but cocked your brow and let your hand slip under his shirt. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen constricting under your touch, and you could see that Bucky’s eyes got darker with lust once again.

You didn’t know how, but in a blink of an eye, you were laying on your back again, your thighs falling apart, giving Bucky the access he so desperately wanted. He all but jumped at you and when his lips touched yours, you were a puddle in his arms. The kiss was slow and sensual, no rushing anywhere. Your tongues danced together in a passionate dance, letting each other know just how much you appreciated the closeness you shared.

Bucky’s still clothed lower half was rutting against you, giving you a sweet pressure on your clit even through so many layers. You moaned silently into Bucky’s mouth, and he smirked. He all but thrust his hips into yours, and the pressure almost arose you from the bed. You were squirming under him, trying to both get away from him and get more of the pressure.

“James, stop teasing me,” you said breathlessly when he started to nip at your jaw and your neck, still very much clothed. You wanted to feel his skin against yours. And judging from the slow motions Bucky had you knew you had to take matters into your own hands.

You tugged on the hem of his shirt with so much fervour Bucky had little left to do than to actually strip out of it. He was sure that if he didn’t do it, you would rip the shirt open just to feel his chest. The thought made him both snicker and be more turned on than he already way.

When his naked chest touched your barely clothed nipples, you moaned out loud. The little friction the bra offered was soon gone as Bucky wanted to repay the deeds and he pulled the bra away from your breasts, latching his mouth on one of them, while his fingers played with the other. He alternated between sucking and biting, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him.

You barely realised that you were in a house full of men at the moment and that there was a possibility of them hearing every sound leaving your mouth, but as you felt Bucky descending down your body, leaving a wet trail behind him, you lost all interest on the rest of the house.

There was only then and there, with Bucky having his way with you.

Bucky could get enough of the sounds you were making, just for him. He’s never been the guy to take too much time in pleasuring women. Sure, he did it, but he was more interested in the girl going down on him. But with you? Oh, that was an entirely another story. He loved the taste of your skin, and if he could, he would always be tasting you, day and night.

When he reached your panties, he smiled to himself. This was the best part. He connected his mouth with your clit through the fabric, nibbling lightly sending shivers down your spine. He pushed your legs even wider apart to give himself the space he needed to make you feel like a queen. Because that’s exactly what you were; his queen.

When he thought you had enough of his teasing, he pulled the red beauty down your legs, revealing his favourite place on Earth. Your pussy was glistening with your wetness, almost calling for Bucky to take it. And he did.

He dived right in, tasting you and moaning when he did. He giggled a little when he felt your back arching from the bed and your legs spasming a little. The vibration obviously making you feel even better because a string of curses left your lips.

Bucky alternated between sucking on your clit and penetrating you with his tongue, going as deep as he could. To make you orgasm faster, he pushed two of his fingers inside you in one thrust. He knew you were wet enough to take his cock, but he wanted to climax before he even slid inside you.

Scissoring his fingers, he opened you up even more, and when he slid knuckles deep, he could hear you taking in the ragged breath, telling him that he reached the blessed spot. He latched on your clit, pulsing his fingers in and out of you until he felt your legs squeezing him between your legs and the release slowly trickling around his fingers. He pulled them out and pushed your legs up and to your chest, diving in your hole once again, eating out of you like you were the most delicious meal Bucky’s ever had.

He flickered your clit just for the fun of it and saw you trying to get away from his touch. He kissed your pussy before he made his way upwards to kiss you properly. You were still breathing heavily from the cosmic orgasm he has given you.

You tried to reach his pants and tried to push yourself up to repay the favour, but Bucky pushed you back gently, shaking his head and smirking at you.

“As much as I love you sucking me off, doll, all I need right now is to be inside you and fuck you to sleep.”

Before you could protest, Bucky was standing naked in front of you. His cock standing proudly against his abdomen, telling you that he enjoyed his latest activity almost as much as you did.

You naturally thought that Bucky would lay on top of you, finally sliding home, but he surprised you by laying next to you, on his back.

“I want you to ride me, Y/N.”

You smiled brightly because you knew how difficult it was for Bucky to give up control, and you riding him was making him powerless, he told you once. And you wanted it so bad you didn’t even comment on this fact, but you straddled his lap quickly before he changed his mind.

Before you grabbed his cock, you kissed him, sweetly and slowly, trying to show him that he didn’t need to be afraid of anything. Not with you.

You pumped him in your hand a few times before you took him tightly in your hand and lined him up with your entrance. You let the tip of his cock slid back and forth, touching your clit in the process. You both moaned, and before Bucky knew what was happening, you let him slip right inside you helping it with sitting slowly down on him.

This time, Bucky moaned much louder, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. You pressed your hands on his chest for support, and after you felt your pussy unclenching around him, you started to move. You alternated between up-and-down movement and slow circles, grinding against his pelvic bone, giving your clit the needed attention.

To your surprise, Bucky moved underneath you, and for a hot second, you thought he would turn the two of you so that he could take you the way he liked the most. But he only sat up, looking you deep in the eye as he did so, kissing you breathless. The kiss was sensual, making your skin tingle with excitement.

While you were sitting down on his dick, he thrust up, and you moaned into his ear. Bucky grabbed your waist for leverage, and the dance of your thrusts started. It was the most intimate moment you have ever had with Bucky, and you couldn’t get enough. You looked into his hooded eyes, and you saw the adoration swimming there. And that was your undoing.

You took in a breath, closing your eyes and bitting Bucky’s shoulder, your pussy spasming and clenching Bucky’s cock, trying to milk him of all he had to give you.

Bucky followed you soon after, not being able to handle your tight, velvety pussy any longer. He came with a grunt, frowning in the process, but a blissful look appearing on his face seconds later.

You could feel his come prickling out of you, but you couldn’t care less. Bucky grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, kissing you sweetly.

He laid you both down, his softening cock still inside you. You hummed as you closed your eyes, snuggling closer to Bucky.

Warning ending.

“Thank you for showing me this place, James. It’s gorgeous, and I enjoyed myself tonight.”

He kissed your closed eyelids, resting his head on top of yours. He was overjoyed that he made you happy by showing you his home. He was glad you didn’t turn around and sprint out of there, knowing there was a dungeon in his house, or because you met his childish friends. You both fell asleep like that, limbs intertwined, breathing in each other’s scent, happy as can be.

—-

You woke up, feeling sated and happy, but only until you realised that you were slightly cold as well. The kind of coldness that told you that you were in bed alone. You opened your eyes quickly, blinked few times trying to take in the room you were at. At first, a shock ran through you, because you didn’t recognise it, but then you sleepy brain kicked in, and you realised that you were in Bucky’s mansion.

You smiled to yourself, pictures of last night playing in your head. But then you frowned because the cold sheets were proof enough that you were indeed alone in the room. You sighed and got up, even though you wanted nothing more than to snuggle back into the sheets and fall asleep again. You grabbed your bag and put on the clothes you brought from your apartment. You quickly washed your face and brushed your teeth, tried to make something with your ruffled hair and the only option there was to put them in a messy high bun.

You then decided to go and find Bucky. You knew which quarters you were definitely not stepping your foot in, and so there was only one place you could go and look for him.

You descended the stairs, going straight to the kitchen. It was still quite early in the morning, and so you were not surprised that you found only Magda in there. She probably heard you coming in, and she turned around to give you a warm smile.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. Slept well? What can I make you for breakfast?”

You returned the smile and stepped inside the kitchen. “Good morning, Magda. Please, call me Y/N, I would hate to be so formal with you.”

She nodded and put her hands in front of her, waiting for you to tell her what he should make you.

“Oh, and I’m actually not that hungry, I’m just looking for Bucky. I woke up, and he wasn’t there,” you said in a hushed voice.

“James is in the gym with Samuel and Steven. But I think you should eat something, my dear. Good breakfast is the best way to start a day.”

“Have Bucky already had his? I thought we could eat together, actually.” You were now blushing, feeling like you were acting like a silly teenager, wanting to eat with your beloved. Jesus. You had to roll your eyes at yourself inwardly.

She chuckled and stepped closer to you. She put a hand on your shoulder, and it made you look up at her.

“He hasn’t, actually. I think he will be glad if you go and fetch him, sweetheart. And before you go, I know it’s not my place, but I want to tell you that ever since he met you, he’s a changed man. I’ve known him since he was a wee little brat, and so you can trust me when I say you make him a better man. He will probably always be the mobster his father taught him to be, but I can see his edges growing a little softer, in the best way possible. So, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop, please.”

Your vision blurred slightly, and you realised tears were almost spilling out of your eyes. You didn’t have any reply to Magda, so you just pulled her into a hug and held her for the longest time. You could see she cared deeply for Bucky, and her telling you all that, that was a big thing, and you were immensely thankful to her.

“Thank you, Magda, it means more than you’ll ever know!”

“Oh, no tears, my dear! Pretty girls like you shouldn’t cry over some silly words of an old shag like myself! Please! Now go and get the boys, I’ll prepare something yummy for all of you!”

She patted your shoulder affectionately and sent you on your way.

You went down the corridor, revelling in the feeling of being good for Bucky. When you reached the gym, you stopped in your tracks. All three men were punching huge punching bags, all three of them shirtless. But you were sure that even if there was Adonis himself, shirtless, your eyes would still find Bucky and wouldn’t let him out of your sight.

You knew that body like the back of your hand, and still, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Your mind wandered back to the night before, only for a gruff voice to end your daydream.

“Enjoying the show?” Someone said from behind you, and when you turned around, your stomach dropped. It was one of the guys from yesterday. Brock. He had that sly smirk on his face again, and you truly wished you could wipe it off somehow.

“Yeah, yeah, I am.” You said curtly and turned around to watch Bucky’s muscles clench and unclench as he trained, still unaware of your presence.

“I bet I could give you a better show. What do you say? How about we get lost for a bit, and I’ll give you the ride of your life?”

You frowned and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Excuse me? You’re really not getting it, are you? I’m not interested, nor will I ever be. Even if I wasn’t dating your fucking boss, I wouldn’t want “the ride of my life” with you, asshole. So how ’bout you mind your own fucking business, and leave me be?”

You scoffed and tried to turn around, only for a hand to stop you, landing on your shoulder, squeezing tightly.

“You’re just another pussy, sweetheart, and you’d be stupid to think the boss will keep you around for long. You might have survived the month, but he’ll get tired of you soon enough. And you’ll come begging me for what I’m offering, you b-“

“Rumlow!” Bucky’s voice boomed through the gym. Brock’s hand immediately left your body, and his body turned rigid. Even though he tried to hide it, you could see that he was indeed afraid of Bucky. Suit him well, you thought to yourself and took a step from him.

“The hell is happening here?”

“We were just talking, boss, nothing else,” Brock said, and you had to roll your eyes.

“Uh-huh. Go and train before I fucking scrape your eyes out for even looking at her.” Bucky growled as he got closer, and Brock didn’t wait for anything else and ran into the gym, not daring to look around.

You smiled and looked at Bucky, who was now scowling at you.

“And what the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you in the bedroom? Huh?”

Your brows shot to your hairline. He might have been a fucking mafia boss, but you weren’t one of his men.

“Don’t you take this tone with me, James!” You said taking a step towards him. You could see confusion written all over his face over the fact that you weren’t afraid of him. Not even a little. “I woke up alone, in your house, and I went to look for my man. I bumped into Magda who told me to get you all for breakfast because, apparently, you went to train without eating anything. So I came here and watched you for a second before that asshole started talking to me. So, the blame’s on you. If you wanted me to stay in your room, you shouldn’t have left me there, all alone.” You scoffed and walked away.

Truth be said, Brock’s words still played in your head. What if he was right? What if you were just another pussy to Bucky, and he would throw you away the second he saw someone more interesting, or prettier, or skinnier, or whatever.

When you walked in the kitchen, you saw that the adjoining room was a dining room, so without a word to Magda, who was now frowning at your sad face, you went and sat to the table.

Bucky watched you leave, hating himself for even thinking to be mad at you. It really wasn’t your fault, and he could see that the conversation between you and Rumlow was very one-sided. Bucky saw very well that you weren’t feeling comfortable around Rumlow, and he made a mental note to keep an eye on his man. Nobody would make you feel less, and definitely not someone Bucky expected to protect you if he couldn’t.

“Sam, Steve, c’mon. Magda’s making breakfast, training’s over,” Bucky yelled at his friends, but didn’t wait to see if they heard him or if they followed him. He strode towards the kitchen, ready to apologise to you.

But before he could do so, a hand slapping his chest stopped him.

“What did you do to that poor girl? She went to the gym all happy and giddy to see you, and she came back looking like someone punched her in the face. What did you do, boy?” Magda had her hands on her waist, looking like the God of revenge.

“You know me, I’m an ass. But Imma apologise to her, I promise. Just let me go, and I make it better.”  

Magda nodded curtly and let Bucky walk around her to go to you. And true to Magda’s words, you really looked like someone took your favourite toy.

“Doll, I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean it, but when I saw you and Rumlow together there, I kind of lost it. You’re mine and I-“

“Am I? Am I yours, Bucky? Maybe right now, sure. But for how long? When are you gonna realise that I’m not enough and you’ll dump me just like you did with all those girls before?”

You weren’t crying, but Bucky saw that you weren’t far from it. He could hear Steve and Sam coming into the room, and he turned away to gesture to them that they needed to leave the room. Immediately. They both looked confused at Bucky but followed his orders nevertheless.

“Where is this coming from, Y/N? I thought you knew you weren’t like any of those girls. Not for me, anyway. I thought we were in a good place, baby, so, what happened, huh?”

His tone was much softer than when he talked to you in the gym, and the first tear slipped out of your eye and rolled down your cheek.

“It’s just that, I like you Bucky. Like a lot. And I don’t even want to imagine not having you by my side. But you never really were into long-term relationships, and I’m terrified of the moment you’ll realise this is not something you want. That you want to be free again, or that you want to have a girl who won’t make scenes when she’s and at you, or-“

Bucky’s hand on your mouth stopped you from talking. You were now fully crying and sobbing, all the thoughts you repressed some time ago resurfacing again, just because of one asshole.

“I really don’t know where this is coming from, but let me tell you one thing. Yeah, I don’t do relationships. But ever since I met you I want nothing else than to be with you non-stop. I don’t want freedom. Fuck freedom. I want you, with all your scenes, and crying watching rom-coms, and giggling when I say something stupid. I want it all, ok? I’m sorry that I’m not showing you enough just how much I care about you. I will, I promise I’ll tell you every day just how much you mean to me. Just please, please, baby, don’t cry and for the love of God, don’t leave me.”

You looked at the man kneeling in front of you, and you couldn’t help but feel bad about your outburst. You never meant to make him feel bad, and you definitely didn’t want him to think that you were going anywhere.

You hugged him, letting your fingers slid into his fluffy hair.

“I’m not going anywhere, James. I promise that as long as you want me here, I’ll be right here. I’m just worried you won’t want me here after a while.”

Bucky kissed you, desperate that you’d think he would ever let you go.

“Well, bad news, love. You’re stuck with me for a long time, then. ‘Cause I’m not letting you leave. I think you’ll beg me soon, but nope. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and that’s a promise, ok? Will you finally tell me how did the thought even enter your mind today?”

You looked down, blushing and disappointed you let someone like Brock Rumlow enter your mind and let you be hysterical over something that was obviously not happening.

“When Rumlow talked to me, he said something about how I’m just another pussy and that you’ll get rid of me soon enough, and my stupid self overreacted. I’m sorry, James. I shouldn’t be so stupid.”

Bucky shook his head and tried to stay as calm as he could. He wanted to reassure you that he wasn’t going to leave you, and after that was done, he would kill Rumlow. Who did he think he was talking shit to you?

You laid your hand on his cheek, and he instinctively leaned into your touch. Bucky had no idea how you did that, some hidden talent, or superpower, or something like that, but every time you touched him, he calmed down, and all he focused on was you.

“How about we won’t let him ruin more of our day than he already has? Let’s have breakfast with the boys, who I’m sure are in the next room, listening intently to what we’re saying. And then we’ll see, huh?”

After the comment with Sam and Steve, the two of them walked into the room, smiling and winking at you.

Magda brought the breakfast a few seconds later, all the men taking their place beside the table. Magda made a little out of everything. There were avocado toasts, bacon and eggs, granola, yoghurt, and a whole bowl of fruits.

When all of you put the food on your plates, the bickering started.

“So, Y/N, tell us. Is he really as good in bed as he pretends to be?” Sam asked with a smirk, putting bacon in his mouth.

You almost choked on a piece of granola because of him, trying to laugh him off, but he was pretty adamant.

“How about we didn’t talk about my sex life during breakfast, huh? I think there are better topics than that.” Bucky growled into his plate, and you put your hand on his thigh, reassuring him that you were just fine.

Unlike with Brock, Sam and Steve were a lovable duo, and you enjoyed spending the morning with them, listening to stories about Bucky when they were younger.

When you all finished eating, Steve turned to you. “Did Bucky show you the back yard of this place? It’s insane!”

You gasped and hit Bucky playfully. “No! No, he didn’t.” You turned to Bucky with a raised brow. “Care to show me this insanity, good sir?”

Bucky snickered at the name and stood up, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“Look at him, Steve. Our boy is all grown up now. Holding hands and all.” Sam hollered, and it earned him a jab to his ribs from Bucky and a playful slap across the top of his head from Steve. You all laughed and walked towards the huge French windows leading towards the backyard.

When you stepped in, your breath hitched in your throat. It was beautiful. You would bet that it was as big as any gold course, with a little woods in one corner, small lake right next to it. You could also see the enormous swimming pool on the left side of the property. Everything was a little wild, but oh so pretty.

What you could also see where two dogs running to you. One of them looked like a Pit Bull terrier, with brown and white spots. The other was slightly smaller, but you guessed also a Pit Bull, just the brown of his fur was lighter than the other one. You have always loved dogs, so you took a step to get closer to them, but Bucky’s hand stopped you.

“They are not too fond of strangers, Y/N. If I were you I would-“

But you didn’t listen to him and took the step anyway, and in that exact moment, the dogs were in front of you. They were both barking, but it didn’t make you fear them.

“Hi, pretty boys. Are you good doggos, huh? Who’s a good boy?” You asked in your sweetest voice, which you only ever used for dogs and cats.

To the boys’ utter surprise, the dogs started wiggling their tails, whining and the ran to you to lick your hands and let you scratch them all over.

You crouched to their level, letting them lick your face, and you giggled out loud when they bumped into each other, trying to get closer to you.

“Uh, unbelievable. You some dog whisperer or something? They won’t even let us touch them this way,” Sam said, obviously confused.

“What are their names?” You asked still, scratching them.

“The bigger one is Groot, and the smaller but scarier is Rocket. They are something like our guard dogs.” Bucky almost whispered, still not over the fact his scary dogs were acting like puppies around you, showing you their bellies and wiggling their tails like crazy.

“Well, hi Groot, hi, Rocket! I already love you both! C’mon, let’s find a stick I can fetch you, huh?” You said, and without looking at Bucky, you walked into the backyard, with the dogs following you as if they have been doing it their whole lives.

“Well, Y/N is something else. Hell, even I don’t have enough courage to pet them, man, and I’ve known them since they were puppies.” Steve thought out loud, and Sam and Bucky couldn’t but agree.

Bucky watched you smiling freely, enjoying yourself with his dogs, throwing the stick, and when the dogs wouldn’t move, you ran towards the stick and showed them what you wanted them to do.

“She really is something else, man.” Bucky mused, a smile appearing on his face.

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little t&a (gene/paul, nc-17) (part 28 of 29)

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Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Gene and Paul finally go all the way.

Within ten minutes, Gene was splayed on his stomach on the bed, eating Paul out almost ravenously. One of Paul’s bare feet kept rubbing up and digging into his back with every lick and suck, encouragement Gene didn’t even need.

The musky scent and taste of him was intoxicating. Gene felt like he could bury his face in Paul’s pussy forever. Paul didn’t seem to be averse to that, legs shifting, thighs tightening mercilessly around his head. Strangled little cries were giving way to sharp screams. Paul had started off clenching the covers again, but his hands had found their way to Gene’s scalp before too long. He wasn’t digging in as hard as last time. Closer to petting, really, telescoping Gene’s whole world, each touch, each sensation, down to just Paul. It was a real effort to lift his head—Paul grunted in protest immediately—and really take a good look at how unraveled Paul was getting. 

His skin was flushed, eyes half-lidded and so heavily dilated they were practically black. Hair already a mess. Chest heaving. He should’ve looked more vulgar, obscene, even, but somehow he didn’t. Paul almost looked sweet. He still had a bra on. It wasn’t the one from the day before; it was the cream one he’d gotten from that first boutique, the day they’d both bought punk outfits for CBGB. Gene reached beneath it, pushing past the tiny bit of lace edging to cup and squeeze one breast. Paul jerked, hips twitching forward in a quick spasm.

“Take it off,” Gene murmured. Paul sat up only enough to unhook the bra. He cast it aside, then reached down, hands returning to Gene’s hair. “You already look ravished, did you know that?”

“Just get back down there.”

“I mean it, though. I like seeing you this way.”

Paul’s face scrunched up, and instead of answering, he grabbed Gene by the head and shoved him back between his legs. Gene took the hint.

--

Gene got him through two orgasms with just his mouth and fingers. Paul’s legs felt like jelly by the end of it, and yet the oversensitivity he was accustomed to after a round wasn’t there at all. Just like before, he could definitely go again.

Gene had been warming him up to it; he knew it. Getting him ready. He was soaking wet still no matter how much Gene had lapped away at his pussy. Way wetter than he’d ever gotten alone. His clit was swollen and tender, nipples hard. At some point Gene had stripped down to his boxers, and now Paul was tugging them down, too, working at his dick as soon as they were off. Gene was on top of him, heavy against him, swearing softly under his breath with every stroke of Paul’s hand.

He was thinking about his first time. The real one. He’d thought that after, everything would be different.  He  would be different. More confident, more self-assured. But then he’d gone home, and realized he was still sleeping in the same bed, and still waking up to the sound of Ericka squalling in the crib. Still haunted by the same fears. He hadn’t changed. Nothing had shattered or expanded his worldview. He was still Stanley Eisen. He’d just gotten laid, that was all.

Now it was going to be different. Things were going to change. Even best case scenario, things were going to change. The drawing and the photo and all those clothes were going to be about the only physical reminders of the last several days. They’d go back on tour, and...

“You okay?” Gene’s expression was mildly strained. Probably because he’d stopped jacking him off. Paul figured he’d get him off early and delay everything another fifteen minutes at least if he wasn’t careful. Part of him didn’t want to be that careful. 

“Just thinking.” He exhaled softly. “I guess I kinda wanna apologize. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing great.” Gene’s eyes darted to the nightstand. “Paul, did you want to use a condom—”

Paul flinched and shook his head.

“Really?”

“I don’t like the feel.”

“I don’t either, but—”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure we’ve ended up with all the same V.D.s as it is.”

“I was more worried I might get you pregnant.”

“How would you—oh.” It took a minute for the realization to connect. Paul gnawed on his lip. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”

“Did she say?”

“No, but—” Paul cut himself off abruptly. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have with Gene right before sleeping with him. “If having sex once gets rid of the curse, that doesn’t leave any room to get pregnant.”

Gene nodded, though he still looked a bit wary.

“Besides, you’d take responsibility, right?” Paul said wryly. “Your mom’d be thrilled at you finally knocking up a nice Jewish girl instead of a Gentile—”

“Paul, I fucking swear you’re making me want to get that condom.”

Paul snorted.

“They’re at the very back of that drawer.”

He was surprised that Gene didn’t immediately go digging through the nightstand. More surprised when Gene shook his head instead.

“If you’re down to go without it, I am.” 

“All right.”

Give yourself up, Carol had said. He’d thought he knew what she’d meant. Letting him. But that wasn’t the whole of it. Letting his guard down. Letting himself get close enough and vulnerable enough to be hurt.

(give yourself up)

(give yourself up)

“I love you, Gene.”

Something seemed to shift. Paul wasn’t waiting on an answer in kind. It wouldn’t have been fair to expect. But Gene’s gaze on him seemed to get warmer. Gene’s lips pressed against his, hot and fervent, and almost more than he could bear. Gene’s hands coursed over his body like he was trying to memorize each inch of skin, leaving Paul almost too overwhelmed to respond at first. But he got there. He got there. His fingers traced over the muscles of Gene’s back, stroked down his chest as Gene’s mouth found his collarbone, kissing and nipping up the left side of his neck. Paul wanted a hold on him. He’d thought he was over being so hopeless, thought he was willing to let the cards fall as they might, but every touch rekindled his own desperation. He wanted some meaning, some sign that this wouldn’t be the last time. That there really would be something between them after. That Gene could still see him as someone worth wanting once this body was gone.

Gene rubbed the head of his cock against Paul’s slick folds, sending a shiver of anticipation straight through him. Paul started to tilt his hips into it, encouraged but nervous all at once. He’d had such a poor time trying to penetrate himself alone. But he felt like he was more open now, clit swollen and throbbing slightly, all the blood feeling like it’d long since gone straight between his legs and stayed there. Gene was looking at him for a go-ahead, and when Paul nodded, he finally began to push inside him, dissolving all the space between them. Paul’s breaths hitched, expecting more pain than he felt. It stung at first, enough that his eyes watered briefly, despite how wet he was, how much Gene had worked him up. The weirdness of the sensation, being stretched and filled in a way he never had before, still made him tense up, and he cursed softly. Gene’s eyebrows were knitted.

“You all right?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

“You’re really tight, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. Keep… ngh, keep going.”

Gene nodded, but he still looked a little wary. Paul took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves, get accustomed to the feeling, and after a few seconds, some of the pressure seemed to subside. His body was starting to not just accommodate Gene’s dick, but welcome it in. Faint sparks of pleasure coursed up his spine, and he started to wriggle his hips, trying to chase that sensation. He’d had his legs splayed flat against the bed to start, unsure of what to do with them—which was pretty stupid, honestly, given how many girls he’d had—but now he was shifting, wrapping his legs around the back of Gene’s thighs. Trying to tug him tighter in, get all the contact he could. Gene’s first thrusts were a little slow and shallow, uncertain. Paul could feel Gene’s gaze on him, the mix of concern and need all over his face. He reached up, tugging Gene down by the shoulder for another kiss and a little more reassurance.

“Gene, I’m okay. Keep going,” he repeated, breathing unsteady. “’M not made of glass here.” His other hand found Gene’s, braced against the mattress. Paul grabbed his wrist, and when Gene raised his hand, Paul took it, locking their fingers together, squeezing his palm.

“You got quiet on me. I want to make sure you’re feeling good.”

“I am. Promise.”

“You’ll tell me?”

Someone as sex-obsessed as Gene worried about his performance. At any other time, it might’ve been hilarious. It still was funny enough that Paul crooked a smile, although it made him feel a little heady, too.

“I’ll tell you. Now c’mon.” Paul untangled his legs from around Gene’s, raising them up and then locking them around Gene’s waist instead. It felt more secure there, the angle at least seemed better, maybe tighter, almost. Another thrust confirmed it. Paul moaned, grip on Gene’s hand tightening, cursing, encouraging. It wasn’t anything like being fucked as a guy, though he hadn’t expected it to be. It honestly felt a lot better. More nerve endings, much less resistance, something. He didn’t know. He was clamping down on Gene’s dick unconsciously, with Gene panting above him, his thrusts deeper and faster as the pressure mounted.

Gene squeezed his breast with his free hand, making Paul let out another sharp cry. Gene’s forehead was drenched in sweat before very long, his hair sticking to his skin, face contorted. Gene was watching him so intently it should have been intimidating. It was awhile before some of that intensity faded, before Gene really seemed to let go of any more misplaced caution. Touching and caressing and fucking him in a way he’d never be able to again. Paul couldn’t let himself think about that. His nails dug briefly into Gene’s palm, hips jerking of their own accord as Gene plunged into him again.

A day’s worth of fooling around with him hardly made Paul an expert, but Gene looked like he was closer than him. He wasn’t nearly as vocal as Paul, only groaning a bit, but his pace had started to get erratic, the hand in his getting almost as sweat-slicked as his face. Paul shivered. His own pleasure hadn’t been building the same way as when Gene had gone down on him; it was slower, steadier. Gene was following along with every moan, eagerly redoubling on whatever made Paul cry out, but there was some visible strain now. It wouldn’t be long until—

“I’m—please don’t stop, I’m getting there, I swear…” Paul trailed haphazardly. 

“What do you need?”

Gene’s words were so warm that Paul felt like he might burst. Gene had sat up a bit. There was finally a little bit of space between them. Paul wouldn’t have wanted that earlier, but now, taking Gene’s other hand, he realized it might be what he needed.

“Touch me while we fuck. Please, right—”

He couldn’t come out with it. It felt too bizarre to actually talk about any part of his current body, any part besides his breasts. He just grabbed Gene’s free hand, guiding it between his legs, to his clit.

Just the first few strokes of Gene’s fingertips against his clit made him shudder. Gene started thrusting again soon after, somehow invigorated-- he had to let go of Paul’s hand, brace his hand against his shoulder instead to keep his balance, but Paul didn’t mind, his vision starting to swim as he felt himself get to the edge again and again. It wasn’t just the need welling up within him, amped up by Gene’s hand; it went deeper. He felt like he was encompassed by Gene. No. Tangled, entwined with him. For a few brief seconds he was all sensation, no fear, no insecurities, melded with Gene as one. No matter what happened after, that feeling of belonging he’d craved so desperately all his life was right there, right now, with him.

“Oh, oh, fuck, Paul…”

It wasn’t simultaneous, but it was close. He couldn’t feel it when Gene came inside him, but he could see it, hear it in the sudden, softly mumbled curses. Between that and Gene’s fingers still working him, it was enough to push Paul to climax before long, screaming Gene’s name in a ragged syllable. The orgasm seemed to stretch a little longer than the others, leaving him panting against Gene as both their bodies stilled.

“You did so good,” Gene said finally. He was smiling, tugging Paul in close, rolling him to the side. Paul wrapped his arms around him tight, crooked a smile back.

“You were pretty good yourself.”

Gene hadn’t pulled out yet. That was an odd sensation, too, Gene going soft inside him. He liked it. It was like Gene had forgotten who he was with, forgotten they were supposed to have just broken a curse. Like he wanted to keep him there. Keep them together. Paul could hold onto that thought for a long time—but then, he still had his legs wrapped around Gene’s waist, too. It was a few more moments before Paul convinced himself to let go, legs dropping to the mattress.

He was kind of sore, not surprisingly, even in the afterglow, and once Gene withdrew, he could already start to feel some wetness seeping out from his pussy. Come or blood or both. His cheek rested against Gene’s chest, and he waited. Gene’s gaze on him was mild, arms around him steadying, but Paul knew he was waiting, too. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how long it’s gonna be.”

“Paul, don’t be sorry.”

“I didn’t feel anything last time.” He’d meant it to ease any fears Gene might have over him transforming back, but instead he kept going, weirdly compelled. “Well, I thought my nipples were kind of sore the night before, but…”

“But it didn’t hurt?”

“No. I-I…”

“Paul?” Suddenly, strangely, Gene’s expression seemed to flicker. The whole room did. He felt tired, far more tired than he should have. There was an inordinate heaviness to his limbs, his body, one he couldn’t shake off, couldn’t struggle against for more than the moment it took to mouth Gene’s name, just before his world went white.

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so, here it is. 4.5K words of pure smut and filth - MY GIFT TO MY FOLLOWERS!! Thank you so so much for 1000 followers (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**✚⃞♡

 this was a little hard to write since there are 10 point of views - I wrote every La Squadra member in this; including Sorbet and Gelato. I hope it isn't confusing to read, and that you understand what is happening in the background.

warnings: extremely nsfw, this story includes graphic depictions of a gangbang, multiple creampies, cum eating, rough sex, degrading.

thank you as always for your support!♡

tagging some people who might be interested @lasquadrahoe @beedingtears @e-lectroma @bjnurse 

             Being the only female member in all of La Squadra was rough. You had to deal with all 9 men staring at you; constantly checking you out. Sometimes it was unwanted - like when you were just trying to do the dishes and melone would sneak up and grab your ass - but other times, you couldn’t help but blush at the feeling. It felt nice to be sought after. On top of the ogling issue; you had to deal with cleaning up most of their messes. While Risotto, Prosciutto,Gelato, Pesci and Sorbet were pretty good with cleaning up after themselves, the rest always left a mess in one way or another. Formaggio’s room was a disaster - filled with cum rags, playboy magazines, empty food boxes and clothes. Melone and illuso always left their hair and skin products on the bathroom sink, while Ghiaccio’s room was always freezing and filled with crumpled paper and books all over the place.

Despite it all, you really couldn’t complain. While you were an assassin yourself - you were also La Squadra’s personal maid. You were hired to clean for them and occasionally cook - though Risotto preferred to cook for his team instead of making you do it. If needed, they’d often ask you to come join them on missions considering your skills were quite impressive. 

The job description didn’t include that you’d be subjected to please each of the members whenever they wanted. But, again. You didn’t complain. What could be better than fucking 9 very attractive men? They always took their turns with you; and each were assigned a night to have you. Sorbet and Gelato usually took you at the same time, while the others preferred to be separate. Some days, you had sex with at least 5 different members. It made you feel dirty, but this was your life now.

When you came home one night, you noticed all the boys playing poker - drunk. The living room reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke (courtesy of Prosciutto!) and you already dreaded having to clean this mess. Peroni bottles littered the area - some were even broken. 

“Ciao! Y/N! You’re back already?” Formaggio practically yelled, before laughing right after with Melone. 

What was so funny? You couldn’t tell. You knew it was just the fact that they were drunk. You sighed heavily, putting your purse down on the counter. You walked over to where they all were seated- the clink of your heels making noise as you crossed the hardwood floor. 

“Why don’t you come and join us Bella?” Melone asked - there was a mischievous tone in his voice. 

“I’d love to, but I have to clean this entire mess that you boys so graciously made for me” you spit back. You weren’t upset; but today had been a long day. On top of that, you hadn’t had a chance to have sex with any of them for about a week, since their last mission took rather long. Tonight they were celebrating their win. You couldn’t help but feel needy, all you really wanted to do was brush your teeth, wash your face, go masturbate in bed and then sleep. 

“Come on y/n! Join us. This mess can wait.” Melone insisted. He was always SO persistent when he wanted something, and instantly the hairs rose up on your neck. You hesitated for a moment, before thinking that maybe, just maybe, Melone wanted to fuck you. If he did, you know you’d feel satisfied tonight.  Sighing, you mumbled a faint “fine” before sitting down next to the spare spot on the couch with Melone. 

As soon as your bum reached the leather of the couch, melone wrapped his arm around you while passing you a Peroni. You stared at him for a moment raising an eyebrow before saying “fuck it” and downing the bottle in front of his eyes. 

They all stared at you in shock. 

“What? Did you think I was innocent or something?” You asked them rhetorically as faint laughter echoed through the base from them all. You didn’t want them to answer that question, since they had seen just about everything you could do in the bedroom...

An hour passed, and now you were confident with how much alcohol you had drank, along with the others. As more bottles littered the coffee table and the floor, you could hear faint conversations from all around the room. Your vision was slightly blurred, everything was hilarious to you, and you never felt more confident than you did in this moment. 

“So who’s going to fuck me tonight?” You asked. “I’m sooo needy…” you added, admitting just how desperate you were. “... and it’s been too long!!” 

There was a soft whine to your voice as you grabbed your breast through your bra sensually. 

Immediately, all men lost their train of thought as they looked at you. Formaggio stood up, offering to take you. You nodded, but before you two could get to the bedroom Ghiaccio scoffed and threw a bottle at the wall directly behind you. 

 “Tchhh! As if you can even fuck her as good as I can! I want her tonight!!” He yelled. 

You held your hand to your ear as you tried to block out his tone. Maybe it was the alcohol making you sensitive - but hearing Ghiaccio tell really pierced your ears. 

“Back off man, I got up first” Formaggio spat. You held onto his arm for protection since you really didn’t want an argument to go down right now, and because standing up was starting to make you rather dizzy.

Melone cleared his throat before suggesting something that caused an awkward silence. 

“What about if we gangbang her?” 

The awkward silence ensued for a good minute before you noticed every man in the room with a smirk - except Pesci, who was visibly sweating. You knew that he wanted this just as bad, though. 

“I think that’s a great idea.  Finally, stronzo. Your freak brain comes up with something good.” Prosciutto added as he stood up and patted melone on the shoulder. He looked over to you, and suddenly you felt 9 pairs of eyes on you - a red blush forming on your face.

Formaggio suddenly let go of you as he pushed you back over to the couch, causing you to fall on your hands and knees. You bit your lip in anticipation. 

“Who’s first?” Illuso asked, smirking down at your small form.  

“Why don’t we ask her? Who do you want y/n?” Prosciutto asked, while patting down on your head.

Your face stayed a bright red as you surveyed the room. There were so many options! If only you could have all 9 of them inside you at once - sadly that would be impossible, especially considering the size of their cocks. 

“Melone.” You said, winking at him. Sure, he could be creepy at times, but you really wanted him to take the lead - after all, he was kinkier than the rest.  

“Good choice Bella,” melone added as he lay back on the couch, pulling you up with him. The two of you began to make out, hands grazing each other’s exposed skin. Melone moaned into your mouth as you started to grind your hips into him; feeling his cock get increasingly harder with every movement. Thank god you were wearing a skirt, Melone thought to himself. He pushed your lace panties to the side, and slowly began to drag his index and middle finger along your slit. Pulling away from the kiss, he jokingly mocked you. “You really are wet, bella. How long have you been wanting this, hm?” You shook your head and closed your eyes, barely able to form words, you just wanted to be fucked. Melone chuckled and lifted up your skirt. 

“You should all come here and see this for yourself.” 

Immediately, the rest of the men in the room leaned closer as melone lifted up your skirt; exposing your pussy to the hazy room and showing how shiny it was from your wetness. 

As if on queue, they all started to palm themselves through their pants as they patiently awaited their turns.

“Melone, hurry up. We don’t have all night.” Illuso added, his cock was the most visible in his pants since he was also close to you, but who was really paying attention? All you knew was that every man in this room was going to be inside you soon enough, in one way or another. 

Fed up with their insistent bickering for him to hurry, and the grinding of your hips, he finally pulled his long cock out. As slutty as it sounds, you knew how every man in La Squadra looked “down there” and Melone wasn’t lacking in any sense - his dick was always so smoothe. Lifting your hips slowly, you lined up his head with your entrance and slowly sunk down on him, eventually bottoming out. 

“Merda!” he hissed as he felt your tight walls clench around him. He instantly began to fuck up into you fast, the sound of skin-slapping echoing in the now-silent room. 

“Pull her skirt up so we can watch man!” Formaggio yelled. Melone didn’t really care, but he obliged anyways, for a brief moment at least, until Illuso interrupted him. 

Illuso pulled your face up by squeezing your cheeks, and you stared up at him with a lustful grin. You bit your lip as you ground your hips along melone. 

“Think you can take us both bellissima?” 

Before you could even answer him, Sorbet laughs under his breath. 

“Of course she can. She takes Gelato and I all the time.” 

The other members didn’t know this, so it was quite a shock to them. But really, no one gave a shit. You nodded up at Illuso, batting your lashes as you waited for him to make a move. Suddenly, he managed to push both you and Melone downwards into the couch, and soon you were laying on top of him. You pulled your skirt back up angling the view to Illuso as you anticipated for him to join in. Illuso and the other members watched - mesmerised - as they saw Melone fuck you. But the atmosphere was starting to change, and you knew these men were getting restless.

Illuso pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few pumps before kneeling between your and Melone’s legs. He spread apart your ass cheeks, getting a close-eye view of your beautiful cunt being stretched and fucked. He smirked, spitting on Melone’s cock to add some extra lube. He didn’t even need to ask permission - You and Melone were more than okay with this. 

Surprisingly, Illuso slipped in with ease. You really were that wet. 

The two men started to fuck you, grunting as they used your tight hole to their advantage. Illuso grabbed your hips, attempting to pull you more into a “doggy style” position, while Melone tried to pull you closer to him. You felt like a ragdoll between the two.

Meanwhile, Prosciutto, Pesci and Formaggio came up to you - standing in front of your face. “You forget about us, Dolcezza?” Prosciutto asked, blowing a puff of smoke from his cigarette.

You shook your head. How could you forget about the others? This was only the beginning!

Dazed and confused for a moment, you wanted to tell them to wait their turn, until Formaggio and Prosciutto brought out their hard cocks. Prosciutto dropped his cigarette and put it out with his shiny leather shoes. His hand began to pump his hard cock, pulling his foreskin back - while his other hand grabbed your hair; bringing your face closer to him. 

“Get to work, bella. And maybe when these fools are finished, ill fuck you good.” 

You hated when Prosciutto pulled your hair, but you knew tonight wasn’t going to be easy. Not only were they drunk - they were pent up and restless too. There was bound to be some roughness involved.

You opened up your mouth, making an ‘o’ shape as your left and right hand gently began stroking Formaggio and Pesci’s shafts. Prosciutto then took matters into his own hands and gripped the side of your cheeks - beginning to fuck your face.

It had only been minutes, but it felt like an hour already. There was so much movement going on from every angle, you didn’t even know what to think. Praactically every part of your body was being used!

Ghiaccio got closer to you and started to rub his hand against the soft mound of your ass, as Illuso and Melone continued to thrust into you. You, however, couldn’t even tell who was touching you anymore. From your peripheral vision, you could see other figures looming around you and jerking themselves off - just waiting for a turn.

Ghiaccio spit on his fingers before slowly rubbing your asshole - the sensation caused you to gasp - though it was muffled from Prosciutto’s cock being lodged in your throat. You could tell it was Ghiaccio by what he was doing- he knew what buttons of yours to press. You weren't going to complain though.

“Fuck. Bella - Im close.” Illuso spoke. “Wh-where should I finish?” he was starting to lose his composure.

Prosciutto was then courteous enough to pull out from your mouth, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before you spoke up.

“Inside. I want, I want you all inside!” 

Your words alone, and everyone’s grunts and swearing was enough to make Illuso finish. He shot his seed deep inside you, and the sudden warmth and wetness caused you to clench down on both Illuso and Melones’ dicks. Melone didn’t want to end so early but the pressure was just too much. Seconds later, he finished as well, his cum mixing with Illuso’s as both men came to a stand-still. 

Slowly, Illuso pulled out first as he gave his shaft one last pump to get rid of any excess cum. Melone followed after. Both men lifted you off of them, careful not to let any cum spill out. Immediately, you lifted your ass up and remained in doggy style position.

As the two men backed up and sat back down to “cool down” from fucking you, Prosciutto then pushed Ghiaccio away and grabbed your hips tightly. He surveyed you for a moment as your hands continued to jerk off Pesci and Formaggio. 

“Pesci, you’re next - don’t cum all over her hands, you're going to fill her up too” Prosciutto snapped.

You looked up at pesci - clear worry and anxiety on his face. 

“B-but!! I'm going to cum soon…. Her hands are so soft… it feels so nice” Pesci retorded back. Prosciutto paid him no attention as he noticed a small dribble of cum slowly drip down your folds. He smirked at this, and used the head of his cock to slide both the cum and his cock into you. 

Prosciutto began to fuck you at a a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust. Not like you needed it though, with all the cum lubricating your walls. He leaned down to pull your hair back and whisper in your ear. 

“My my.. I always knew you were a whore. Taking 3 mens cocks in one night? And letting them cum inside of you? Disgusting.” he hissed, landing a hard slap on your ass. 

You hated to admit it but everytime you and prosciutto fucked, he was always so vulgar and degrading. You loved it though. The deep tone of his voice and the smell of cigarettes that lingered in the air as he fucked you - it felt like heaven. Not being able to say much, you simply let out a whorish moan att his filthy comment.

“It's funny though, Dolcezza. Even though you’ve already taken 3 cocks, you’re still so -ngh- tight!”

You moaned again as your hands began to work Pesci andFormaggio’s cocks quicker. 

In the background, you could hear the faint laughter and conversations between the 8 men, going on about how good you are and how much of a slut you are being, but there was one voice you couldn’t hear - Risotto.

You quickly surveyed the room as best as you can, trying to find him. Meanwhile, you were letting out cute moans and grunts here and there, particularly, whenever Prosciutto hit your cervix. Finally your eyes settled on him. There he was, sitting in his black leather chair, stoic as ever - watching this all go down. Your eyes trailed to the massive girth underneath his pants which was more than noticeable. You bit your lip in anticipation just thinking of how good it would feel inside of you. It happened many times before, but taking the size of his cock was always the hardest. When prosciutto pulled your hair back, you let out an audible scream of pain and pleasure.

“You fucking Puttana.. Don't look at him! I'm the one fucking you right now!” he cursed, as he slapped your ass hard. You nodded your head as best as you can while risotto just smirked. 

Pesci pulled away from your grasp, panting

“I-if you don’t stop - ill cum all over your pretty face”Pesci whined. 

“it wouldn’t be the first time”, you thought.

While the other men laughed at him, you gave him a reassuring smile. He was always so kind to you. Prosciutto gestured for Pesci to join him, and after a few more seconds, Prosciutto came - spilling his seed inside of you and coating your walls white. He wasted no time in pulling out and pushing pesci into you, urging him to just hurry up and cum inside of you as well.

Prosciutto made his way back to your mouth, telling you to clean him up. And you did. You sucked him off clean before he tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants and walked away to sit somewhere. Pesci was so close to cumming, yet he still remained ever so gentle with you. It was a nice contrast compared to the others who were always so rough.

As you continued to jerk off formaggio, you urged pesci to cum! “You feel so Good, Pesci- you're such a good boy!” you said, hoping that would make him finish. After all, there were still 5 very needy men who wanted their turns. Seconds later, he came inside you as well, moaning louding. You already felt so full of cum - like you’d overflow at any given minute. But, there was still Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Sorbet, Gelato and of course, your Capo.

Prosciutto called Pesci over, slapping his neck enthusiastically as he congratulated him. 

Formaggio left your soft grasp and smirked, making his way behind you. “Finally, my turn!” he practically shouted. Just then, Gelato and sorbet, accompanied by Ghiaccio - came up to your face with their cocks out. You knew what that meant. 

As Formaggio began to thrust into you at a fast pace, you repeated what you were doing earlier in the night. Your hands grabbed onto whichever dick you could get between the three, while your mouth was shoved open by ghiaccio’s length.

The other men who had already finished were slowly beginning to get hard again as they watched you take 4 cocks at once. It was quite a lovely scene, and none of them could deny the fact that they missed how tight and wet your cunt felt around them.

A slap across your face from Ghiaccio seemed to knock you back to reality, and you altered your mouth movements so you could accommodate him better. It was intimidating, feeling all these eyes around you. Thank god for the alcohol, or you would have been a blushing-embarrassed mess by now.

Time seemed to be going by quicker every time, you almost didn’t even feel Formaggio cum inside you until he pulled out. You felt a small trail of it ooze out of you and immediately he used his sensitive cock head to push the dripping cum back into you.  

You were so close to overflowing. You knew you’d for sure be pregnant by the end of this. 

Ghiaccio pulled away from your mouth and pushed Formaggio aside, taking his spot. His thrusts were fast- and enough to pull you back and away from Sorbet & Gelato’s cocks. They shot Ghiaccio a look of disapproval but proceeded to wait it out.  Formaggio plopped down on the couch ; sinking into it as he shut his eyes. He always found sex to be so tiring. 

Ghiaccios thrusts were rough, and he pulled your hair back as he fucked into you like a jackhammer. Luckily for all this “lube” or you were positive that your pussy would be burning right now from his rough pace. He kept calling you a “puttana” over and over as he came inside of you. You bit down on your lip as you breathed in heavily, smiling to yourself as your pussy gratefully took in his cum, adding once again to the others. 

When he was finished, he made sure to let it be known how much of a whore you were, and how disgusted he felt with himself. However, none of the other men really paid him attention. It was Ghiaccio after all. What didn’t piss him off? 

Sorbet and Gelato took this into their own hands as soon as he was out of sight. They decided to double team you, like they always did. Sorbet slid underneath you - careful not to let you “tip” over and “spill” any cum. Meanwhile, Gelato lined himself up behind you. As if on queue - both men pushed inside of you at once, causing you to let out a gasp and a moan of pleasure. 

Whenever it was your night with them, they always loved to use you like this, though sometimes sorbet would fuck your ass while Gelato fucked your Pussy, and vice-versa. 

Both men gripped onto you tight as their thrusts increased.  When sorbet pulled out, Gelato pushed in. The contrast felt so nice as you felt the others sperm inside you make you extremely wet and slippery. 

As the two lovers came inside of you, their dicks were coated with a clear layer of cum- both from themselves and everything else.

You made sure to keep your ass in the air once again, as they exited your vicinity. 

Only one person left…

Risotto. 

Risotto was different from the others. He was quiet, and he rarely liked to engage in big group chatter. But with his team, it was different. 

He pushed you onto your back and put your legs over his shoulders - keeping you in the mating press position. It would be easier to take his full length this way anyways. As he leaned down to your face, he whispered:

“You’re such a cute little whore, Tesoro. Are you sure you’ve been stretched enough to take me? You know the others don’t compare-“ 

You held onto his cheeks and kissed him passionately. 

“You know your cock is the only one that can make me cum ~” 

You smiled at him as he pushed his length in as far as it could go. It was true what you said, risotto was the only one who could make you cum - and you felt extra attached to him for it. The way his thick cock felt inside of you was like heaven as you rubbed yourself to orgasm. 

Risotto started to thrust into you slowly. Even though he had waited all this time, and was practically straining against himself - he was still always so kind and gentle, only being rough when you begged for it. 

You could feel all the cum inside of you swishing around and mixing together. There. Was. So. Much ! 

Luckily risotto was so big, his cock acted like a plug of some sorts - keeping it all inside of you. That was, until, your orgasm approached. 

Using your slender fingers, you began to rub your clit, moaning as loud as you could to get the other men’s attention. You wanted them to know WHO was making you feel like this. Risotto just smirked as he continued to fuck you. It was a nice confidence boost, knowing he could make you moan from pleasure. 

Moments later, you screamed out your Capo’s name as you came all over his cock. The clenching of your walls sent him over the edge, and finally, he spilled his seed inside of you as well.  Some of it was even leaking out of the sides of your cunt.  As you both took a moment to catch your breath, risotto planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before holding your legs up and pulling out slowly. 

The other men got up from where they were and immediately turned their attention to you. Once again, the intense gaze of their eyes felt embarrassing, but you  couldn’t help but embrace how slutty you felt. 

The 9 men in the room looked at your cunt. Red, used, and gaping, as a small white ooze could be seen making its way out. 

You used your index and middle finger to gently rub the over-sensitive bundle of nerves, and sure enough, a gush of their cum came squirting out of you. 

All the men stared in awe as you chuckled and bit your lip. Thanks to Risotto holding your legs up and apart, it was easier to see just how much cum was inside of your small hole. 

“You’ve got to be pregnant after this Bella!” Melone shouted enthusiastically, though that was the last thing you wanted to think of right now. 

Melone walked up to you and scooped up some of the cum with his fingers, bringing it to your mouth and forcing you to suck his fingers clean.  

“Mmmm. Di molto ~” he hummed.

It took a few minutes, but as soon as you felt like most of their cum was out, Risotto let your legs go and you sat down, catching your breath.  The couch was now a mess, filled with sweat, cum and god knows what else. You were not going to have fun cleaning this tomorrow. 

Slowly as the night tapered off and the alcohol wore of, each man headed back to their rooms to get ready for bed. 

When all was said and done, you quickly showered, brushed your teeth, and plopped down in your bed - naked. Tonight was definitely satisfying. 

“I hope they all fuck me again…” you mumbled, before drifting off to sleep. Risotto, Prosciutto and all the other La Squadra members had heard this, as they stood outside of your door, watching your sleeping form. 

Maybe your wish would come true. 

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HIDDEN SECRET- THE BOYZ SANGYEON SMUT FANFIC CHAPTER X. REALIZED AND RELIEVED – RATED M

NOTE: FOR CHAPTERS WITH “R” MEANS RATED/HAVE SMUT SCENES

CHAPTERS: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4-R / 5-R / 6-R / 7 / 8 / 9 /11-FINAL-R

WARNING: VERY DETAILED SMUT SCENE!

 Y/N was shocked to Sangyeon’s question and Hyunjae just smirked at him. 

“I didn’t expect Sangyeon you will really ask about that.” Hyunjae said and slightly laugh. 

“Just answer me the two of you. I am just really curious.” Sangyeon said. 

“What if we say, yes we already did it.” Hyunjae said and he looked at Y/N and winked at her Then Sangyeon suddenly coughed at Hyunjae’s answer. 

“Shit! Did I hear it right?” Sangyeon thought and tried to calm down. 

“When did the two of you did it?” Sangyeon asked. 

“Last night, After our date.” Y/N said and looked at Hyunjae and smiled to him. 

“Fuck! I shouldn’t have asked them about it!” Sangyeon thought. 

“I have to go to the bathroom first. Just wait for me ok?” Sangyeon said and they both nodded and smiled at him. Then Sangyeon went to the bathroom and washed his face. 

“Sangyeon, calm down ok? You are Y/N’s first! I should remember that! But why does it hurt for me to accept they are really in a relationship and about them they already had sex!” Sangyeon asked himself. Then he went out the bathroom and looked at them. 

“Sangyeon we have to go and it’s getting late too. Thank you for today and see you tomorrow!” Y/N said and smiled to him. 

“Ok! See you tomorrow and take care the two of you and have a good night!” Sangyeon said and then Hyunjae and Y/N went to the car and they waved goodbye to him and he waved back. Then when he went inside his house. 

“Gosh! Curiosity really kills! I really shouldn’t ask them that!” Sangyeon thought and became frustrated as he remembers their answer to him. 

While Hyunjae is driving her going home... 

“I didn’t expect he will really ask that question.” Y/N said. 

“Me too! But because we should make him jealous more, I just answered Yes and I am glad you also go with the flow with me when he asked that question.” Hyunjae said and they laughed. 

“You know because of what he asked to us, it seems that Sangyeon a while ago wants to go somewhere and take a breath first.” Y/N said and they laughed again. 

“I saw that Y/N! He immediately went to the bathroom. Our plan is really working.” Hyunjae said. 

“We’ll see tomorrow Hyunjae, if Sangyeon can’t focus tomorrow in our training it means he is really bothered.” Y/N said. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I think for few days he will really realize that he likes you.” Hyunjae said and Y/N nodded and smiled at each other. Then as they reached the apartment... 

“Good night and drive safely Hyunjae! Thanks again for today!” Y/N said. 

“Ok! Good night and see you tomorrow!” Hyunjae said and they waved goodbye to each other and Hyunjae left and Y/N went inside the apartment. 

“How’s the plan going for Sangyeon?” Jinhee asked. 

“Our plan is going well and in no time Sangyeon will realized something about his feelings.” Y/N said. 

“That’s great! So, what happened today?” Jinhee asked. 

“Sangyeon is distracted while we are doing the training. But when he invited Hyunjae to join us for dinner, he suddenly asked us a very shocking question.” Y/N said. 

“What was his question?” Jinhee asked. 

“If me and Hyunjae already had sex.” Y/N said. 

OMO! Seriously? So, what did the two of you answered?” Jinhee asked. 

“Of course, we said yes so, that he will be more jealous. But at first, Hyunjae was the one who answered his question and I just played along and then suddenly Sangyeon went to the bathroom after we answered yes and it looks like he wants to get some fresh air that time. Haha!” Y/N said and Jinhee laughed too. 

“I can feel that your plan for Sangyeon will really be successful because both of you are really good at acting.” Jinhee said. 

“Of course! Even though some actions are like an impromptu only and we just did our role well to each other.” Y/N said and winked at Jinhee. 

“Wow! Your teamwork with Hyunjae is really great.” Jinhee said and smiled at Y/N. Then after their conversation, they went to sleep. 

WHILE IN HYUNJAE AND JUYEON’S CONDO UNIT... 

“Hyunjae, how’s the plan going?” Juyeon asked. 

“it’s going smoothly as we expect, I also didn’t expect and imagine that Sangyeon will ask something bluntly to us.” Hyunjae said and slightly laugh. 

“What did he ask the two of you?” Juyeon asked. 

“He just asked us if we already had sex and of course, we said yes so, that he will believe that we are really in a relationship.” Hyunjae said and Juyeon laughed. 

“Wow! That’s a powerful question coming from Sangyeon! What was his reaction to your answer?” Juyeon said. 

“He almost choked up when he is eating dinner and he even went to the bathroom and It looks like Sangyeon is starting to realize that he really likes Y/N.” Hyunjae said and they laughed. 

“We should just wait for Sangyeon to tell Y/N that he likes her but I think it will happen for the next few days.” Juyeon said. 

“I will be really happy for Y/N if we became successful for the plan.” Hyunjae said and smiled at Juyeon. Then after they talked about their plan, they went to sleep. 

FAST FORWARD... 

Every time Y/N has a training with Sangyeon, Hyunjae didn’t forget to call or send a text message to Y/N so that he will be more jealous and there was one time they are doing some exercises and it was the third time Hyunjae called her and Y/N answered the call. 

“Babe, I am exercising right now ok?” Y/N said and then someone butted in their conversation. 

“I can’t take it anymore Y/N! Hang-up the call now please! We need to talk!” Sangyeon said in an angry tone. He didn’t know that when she still didn’t hang-up the call, Hyunjae heard Sangyeon’s words. 

“OH! It seems Sangyeon is really jealous right now!” Hyunjae thought and smirked. 

“Let’s talk later Babe! Bye!” Y/N said to Hyunjae over the phone and hang-up the call. 

“Follow me Y/N. I really need to talk to you” Sangyeon said and Y/N followed him and as she followed him, she was confused why did they have to talk inside his bedroom. 

“I am really sorry Sangyeon, for not--- “Y/N was cut-off when Sangyeon kissed him and. 

“It looks like Sangyeon starts to realize something now.” Y/N thought and she responded to the kiss and Sangyeon slips his tongue to her and she let him dominate the kiss and they pulled-out from the kiss and Y/N can’t look at him and he lifts her chin up. 

“Y/N dump Hyunjae this day and be my girlfriend today! You two pushed my limit! I got crazy hearing that the two of you are in relationship plus you also already had sex with him too.” Sangyeon said and smirked. 

“Finally! Sangyeon realized it now! Our plan is mission accomplished!” Y/N thought and smiled at him. 

“Sure! If you said so Sangyeon! I will tell you something later” Y/N said and winked at him and Sangyeon smirked again at her. 

“Good girl Y/N!” Sangyeon said and he kissed her again passionately and his hands went under her shirt and massaged her breast through her bra and she moaned in the kiss and after the kiss in the lips, he kissed her neck and... 

“Ugh! Ah! Ah! Sangyeon!” Y/N moaned and he bites her neck and licks it and after kissing her neck. 

“Y/N take all your clothes off!” Sangyeon said and looked at her with lustful eyes. Then Y/N obeyed him and after she was completely naked, he just stared at her and licked his lips. 

“As time goes by, you are getting sexier while I train you Y/N.”Sangyeon said and still looking at her and he removes also his clothes and... 

“My gosh! I missed him seeing like this!” Y/N thought and he pushed her in the bed and attacks her lips again and he immediately inserted his two fingers to her pussy and thrusts in a fast pace and they pulled out from the kiss and he just continues to thrusts his fingers to her and stared at her. 

“FUCK! SANGYEON! UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned and Sangyeon just smirked at her. 

“You’re still delicious Y/N.” Sangyeon said and kissed her again to taste herself. Then after they kissed, he puts a condom in his cock and he leans to Y/N’s ears. 

“I missed you hearing moaning my name like that!” Sangyeon said and he attacked her breast while he still fingering her and  after giving attention to her breast, he went to her pussy while his fingers are still in her and he eats her out. 

“OH SHIT! SANGYEON! UGH! AH! AH!” Y/N moaned and she pushed his head more in her pussy. and he sucked it roughly her pussy that made arched her back and gripped the bed sheets because of the pleasure she feels and without warning she cum in his mouth and... 

“I will make you forget Hyunjae today! You are mine! Remember that! I love you Y/N” Sangyeon whispered to her and licks her earlobe and she slightly moans. 

“I love you too Sangyeon! Ugh! Ah!” Y/N said and he inserted his whole cock to her and Y/N hold tightly to his biceps and he starts to thrust his cock to her in a fast and hard pace. 

“FUCK! I MISSED BEING INSIDE TO YOU Y/N! SHIT! UGH! AH! “ Sangyeon moaned. 

“SANGYEON! FASTER! HARDER! UGH! UGH! SO GOOD!” Y/N moaned and he obeyed Y/N that made a loud skin slapping sounds in the room and he attacked again her neck. 

“I should be the only one making you feel this good Y/N!” Sangyeon said in her ear and bites her earlobe and his thrusts became harder, rougher and deeper. 

“SHIT! SANGYEON! FUCK! UGH! AH! RIGHT THERE AH!!” Y/N screamed when he hits her g-spot many times. 

“FUCK! YOU FEEL SO AMAZING GETTING DEEPER TO YOU! UGH! AH! AH!” Sangyeon moaned as he continued his stable pace to her and as times goes by, Y/N is getting tired of moaning because of the incredible stamina Sangyeon has. 

“SANGYEON! I WILL CUM OH! SHIT! UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned. 

“WAIT FOR ME Y/N! FUCK! SHIT!” Sangyeon said and in few thrusts, they cum and then he pulled-out from Y/N and he throws the condom and lays beside Y/N. 

“Wow! I didn’t know that this will be your way you want to talk to me.” Y/N said and they laughed. 

“Can you just tell me right now?” Sangyeon said. 

“I just can’t control myself to you and I can’t stand that you are with Hyunjae.” Sangyeon said. 

“We can just talk to Hyunjae tonight and he can join us for dinner. We will reveal something to you later.” Y/N said. 

“No! We should reveal at the same time to you.” Y/N said and winked at him. 

“Ok! I will just listen to the two of you later and also, I felt really jealous when you are with Hyunjae because ever since we didn’t see each other for one year he’s been with you.” Sangyeon said. 

“It means your confused feelings became more clearer that you liked me?” Y/N asked. 

“Yup! I just slowly realizing it as time goes by that I like and love you.” Sangyeon said and kissed her and they smiled each other. 

“We should nap for now, you made me more tired because of the intense exercise we did.” Y/N said and Sangyeon laughed. 

“You want this to be our exercise every day?” Sangyeon asked and teased her. 

“Yah! I want also a real exercise not this kind of exercise you are pertaining to ok? I will be really tired if we do this every day.” Y/N said. 

“OK! Ok! I understand Y/N! We can nap for now.” Sangyeon said and they went to sleep first and they hugged each other while sleeping. 

WHILE IN THE HOTEL OFFICE... 

They are having a lunch break and they talked about Y/N and Hyunjae. 

“Do you have any updates from Y/N, how they are doing with their plan for Sangyeon?” Jacob asked. 

“For now, I don’t have but I bet they are still doing well in their plan.” Jinhee said. 

“Also, they are really good at acting to pretend they are in a relationship.” Younghoon said. 

“You’re right Younghoon! Y/N can also kiss him in the cheek.” Jinhee said and they laughed. 

“It looks like Hyunjae had lots of ideas to their plan.” Kevin said. 

“Yup! Y/N told me that sometimes they are doing an impromptu action when Sangyeon is around.” Jinhee said. 

“Their teamwork is really good and Y/N really played along with Hyunjae.” Jacob said and they just laughed. 

“I really hope that anytime Sangyeon will realize that he likes Y/N.” Younghoon said. 

“Don’t worry! In no time he will realize it because they are doing well.” Jinhee said. After their lunch break, they all went back to work. Going back to Sangyeon’s place, after their nap they fixed themselves and... 

“I will just call Hyunjae and tell him that he should join us for dinner again.” Sangyeon said. 

“Ok! I will just continue the exercises.” Y/N said and smiled at him. Then he called Hyunjae. 

THEIR CONVERSATION... 

Hyunjae: Why did you call? 

Hyunjae: Hey Sangyeon! Is Y/N doing good? 

Sangyeon: She’s doing good Hyunjae. 

Sangyeon: I want you to join us for dinner again tonight. 

Hyunjae: Ok! I will join you later! I have to go and I am going to my client now. Thanks for inviting me again! 

Sangyeon: No problem Hyunjae! See you tonight! 

Hyunjae: Ok! See you! Good bye! 

END OF CONVERSATION. 

“Hyunjae will join for us dinner before he drives you home.” Sangyeon said. 

“Oh! That’s good!” Y/N said and smiled at him. But Sangyeon didn’t know that Hyunjae already received a message from Y/N and it says... 

“Mission accomplished Hyunjae! he already realized it just now and we can now end our show to him tonight when you join us for dinner – Y/N” 

“Finally! Sangyeon realize it now and I am happy that Y/N will be with him now!” Hyunjae thought and smiled to himself. Then while they are still doing exercises, Sangyeon can’t control sometimes to kiss her neck when he is guiding her. 

“Yah! Stop that Sangyeon! We should focus!” Y/N said. 

“Oh! I am sorry Y/N! I can’t just control it.” Sangyeon said and smiled at her.

“You told me that we should focus whenever we have a training session and we should remember that we have a goal.” Y/N said. 

“You’re right Y/N! We should be the cover model for THE BOYZ ARENA magazine.” Sangyeon said and smiled at her. Then after doing all the exercises they just rest and relax and watched some movies and then it was time for them to have dinner and that time Hyunjae arrived and they all went to the dining room and while they are having dinner…

“Y/N you told me that you and Hyunjae will reveal something to me. Can you tell me now what is it?” Sangyeon said and Y/N gave the ring back to Hyunjae and…

“Oh! She really gave back the ring to Hyunjae that fast and he didn’t even get sad?” Sangyeon thought. 

“I know that you are kind a surprised that she just gave me the ring back to me.” Hyunjae said and smiled at him. 

“Slightly I am kind a surprised because I told her that she should dump you this day and I want her to be my girlfriend.”Sangyeon said bluntly.  

“Oh! I am happy that you finally realized that you love Y/N. Congratulations!” Hyunjae said and he smiled at him and Sangyeon became confused of his words. 

“Wait! What do you mean Hyunjae? Aren't you supposed to be mad at me?” Sangyeon said and Hyunjae and Y/N looked at each other and they laughed at him. 

“Why are you two laughing at me. Just tell me!” Sangyeon said in a frustrating tone. 

“Sangyeon we are just pretending to be in a relationship.” Y/N said and smiled at him and Sangyeon was shocked. 

“What? Are you kidding me?” Sangyeon said. 

“No! We are not joking at you! The scenes you just witnessed are all just fake including in the boat and also, we didn’t have sex yet.” Hyunjae said. 

“Wow! You two are really good actor and actress huh? You tricked me with your actions to each other and also, Y/N can even kiss your cheek.” Sangyeon said and they laughed at him. 

“Our teamwork is just really good that’s all!” Y/N said and Hyunjae laughed. 

“Aish! You two are unbelievable and I really thought that you two are in a relationship. Whose idea is this?” Sangyeon asked. 

“It’s my idea Sangyeon! We just really want to test your feelings to Y/N and now we can see that we successfully make you fall in love with Y/N.” Hyunjae said. 

“I can’t still believe that you planned all this to make me jealous.” Sangyeon said and they laughed. 

“Honestly, Sangyeon I became upset when you told me you are confused with your feelings about me that’s why I agreed to Hyunjae’s idea.” Y/N said. 

“Oh! I am really sorry Y/N that I hurt your feelings and also, I know before that Hyunjae really likes you and I think he just did this plan or idea because he wants to help you and he really worries about your feelings when he knew that before we are just in a friends with benefits relationship.” Sangyeon said. 

“It’s ok now Sangyeon and I really understand you and I really thank for Hyunjae being such a good close friend when we are not seeing each other. So, no worries now.” Y/N said and smiled at him and he smiled back. 

“Hyunjae I almost forgot to thank you for being with Y/N when I am still clearing my name.” Sangyeon said. 

“No problem Sangyeon! Since I am also your friend.” Hyunjae said and smiled at him. Then it was time for them to go home and... 

“Sangyeon for the last time, can I drive her home? You can drive her home starting tomorrow.” Hyunjae said. 

“Sure! You can drive her going here in my place then I will be the one will drive her home.” Sangyeon said. 

“Ok! That’s a good deal Sangyeon!” Hyunjae said and smiled at him. 

“I have to go home now Sangyeon! I love you and good night!” Y/N said and he kissed him quickly in the lips. 

“Good night and I love you too Y/N! Hyunjae drive safely.” Sangyeon said and he hugged Y/N and after they hugged, Y/N followed Hyunjae going to the car and they waved goodbye to each other. Then Sangyeon went inside his house. 

“I am really happy that Y/N finally became my girlfriend and I am relieved that she is not in a relationship with Hyunjae” Sangyeon thought and smiled to himself.

[poguesofthebau]

Hi!! can i get a ship please? my name is Kiara, so do with that what you will. Im bi-racial and bisexual. i am 5 feet 9 inches, so relatively tall, my hair usually stays in a bun but is very curly, i have a pretty girly style, sundresses and what not. i tend to be the mom friend, i speak very softly, i’ve been told my voice is soothing, i’m very loyal, responsible, kind empathetic, and like pope level smart lol. i play guitar, paint, read, and bake. i eat healthy and am on the swim team!

i ship you with pope!! (honorary mention: kie would be your best best best friend. literal twin flames. the boys would refer to you and kie as “kie squared,” and the rest of the obx would refer to you as “the kiaras.” half the people on the island would think you guys were sisters, mostly because you’d spent the first 3 years of your friendship telling everyone at your elementary school that you were sisters.)

i feel like this is just such a natural fit. you and pope would always be 100% comfortable with each other. except one time: the first time you guys ever met. he’d be a mess, with sweaty palms and shaking hands. his smile would be convincing, but you could see the anxiety behind it. you’d automatically stamp pope as ‘the nice one’ in the back of your head, not really realizing how deep in you’d get with all the pogues, but immediately knowing he was your kind of person. when he started to get more comfortable with you, cracking his usual jokes and playfully bickering with the boys, you’d mentally pat yourself on the back for just knowing there had to be more to the kid. you and pope would grow to be great friends at first, and then your friends would catch on.

the first time you’d ever suspect something was really going on with pope, specifically pope and you, would be a summer afternoon that you’d spent at the Chateau with john b. he’d been too hungover lazy to tag along with pope, jj, and kie when they took out the pogue for a few hours, and you’d skipped because you had woken up with the sudden urge to bake. so john b would spend those hours laying on the couch, drinking a few beers (”it cures the hangover, dude!”) and chatting with you as you made a mess of his kitchen for the sake of some good desserts later. it was fun day-- you didn’t typically spend much one-on-one time with john b, one or more of the pogues usually tagging along with you guys, but he was one of your best friends, and you always loved hanging with him. by the time the rest of the gang got back from their day on the water, you and jb were sprawled out on the couch eating cupcakes and laughing at each other’s favorite dad jokes. kie and jj would walk in first, jj reaching into the fridge for another beer while kie raided the goodies you’d prepared, hungry after sitting in the sun all day. pope, however, happened to be lagging a little. he’d sulk through the door thirty seconds later, eyes locking onto yours right away. something happened, you immediately though. you’d tilt your head questioningly at him, and he’d just shake his head, a mixture of somberness and aggravation in his actions. he’d stomp into the bathroom, and you turned to the others to see if they’d noticed his mood. they did. “don’t worry about it,” kie would say to you. “he’s been in a mood all day.” “yeah,” jj would chime in, gulping down some of his beer before he continued. “he’s just pissed that somebody stole his girl.” jj would snicker, john b covering up a laugh through a cough as kie rolled her eyes. they know something i don’t.

a few hours later, things had died down at the Chateau, and you and kie were on your way home. the boys were all staying at john b’s, and you and kie had plans for a sleepover. “so,” you’d begin when you finally got to the security of her car. “what was pope’s deal today?” she’d throw you a look, shifting her car into reverse and shaking her head. “pope,” she’d reply, now shifting into drive and heading onto the main road. “is an idiot. he’ll figure it out.” “okay, but what is there to figure out? like, does everybody know something that i don’t?” kie would smile, shaking her head. “i’m not getting into this.” “well, you’ve got me all night, so good luck. i’m getting it out of you.” and you did. when kie went home and decided to smoke a little, you encouraged it. statistically, she was much more likely to word vomit while baked than she would sober. so she smoked, and she talked, and she told you that, “pope’s a pussy. he was all mad the whole time on the pogue because you were cuddling with john b or whatever, like, what? dramatic.” for the first few minutes after she told you, you didn’t believe her. after regurgitating an entire conversation about you that had gone on between jj and pope earlier in the day, though, kie had you convinced. then would come your favorite part of the whole ‘how pope and kiara wound up together’ story. 

your stoner of a friend then insisted on hitting a 7Eleven, or a convenience store, or something, so the poor girl could get the cool ranch Doritos she so desperately needed. so, like the good friend you were, you’d hop in her car and drive to the nearest open store that sold the chips, telling her to sit innocently in the car while you went in to grab them. funny enough, you wouldn’t be the only pogue in that store. you’d walk in and hear three familiar voices-- john b, jj, and pope. grabbing the bag of chips with a smirk, you’d head over to see what the boys (who had yet to notice you) were doing. “pope’s high!” jj would squeal as soon as he saw you. “kiara, pope is highhhhh.” you’d make eye contact with john b, who looked miserable, and laugh before looking back at jj. “pope’s not the only one who’s high, jj.” moments later, jj was trying to do something illegal (probably open a jar of pickles before paying for it), and he and john b became preoccupied. glancing out at the car to see kie singing to a song on the radio, you made a spur of the moment decision. “pope, can i talk to you?” his eyes would widen first, and then his face would break into this huge, contagious smile that you unwillingly returned. he’d follow you to the other side of the store, dopey smile and all. “what’s up, kiara? my favorite kie. but don’t tell other kie. kie c. c kie. don’t tell her. that’d be bad. that’d be mean.” you’d chuckle, internally rethinking your plan to discuss this while pope was so far gone but knowing you’d never have the courage otherwise. “yeah, i actually heard the news today. that i’m your favorite kie, i mean. what’s that about?” you’d cross your arms in front of your chest, prompting pope to defensively copy your movement. “um, excuse me. that’s common knowledge. everybody knows you’re my favorite kie. except kie. seriously, don’t tell her.” you’d laugh again, shaking your head. “okay, pope. i won’t tell her. but, when your high fades, text me and we can have a real conversation about that?” he’d almost seem to come out of it then, nodding slowly with wide eyes. “okay, favorite kie. i’ll text you later. do you want me to buy your Doritos?”

[charamellz-blog]

htf au (flippy)

okay okay okay so when flip was around 5, his mother and father divorced and flip flop was a mamas boy and decided to stay with his mother. bad desicion. his mother (scarlet) never bothered with him or played with him. one day flippy accidently broke something. his mother was furious so she scolded flippy and kicked him out the house . she packed his bags and said “your not my son. your a devil. just like your father.” she packed him, not even a week worth of food,his fav teddy (he snuck in),a drink and clothes . he walked for miles and miles and had to eat roadkill or insects. while he was miles away from home he kept biting himself (self harm) and kept thinking everything is his fault. he eventually found a place called “W.A.R”. a muscular and evil looking lion aproached the young bear. flippy thought he was going to die but instead received a little pat on the head. the lion asked “aha whats a cutie like you doing here? where are your parents?” flippy told him about his mother and father and the man was in shock. the man introduced himself as Mr. Renvii (pronounced : ren- v) flippy quietly mumbled his name  (mr renvi real name is axel) and the two talked for a bit. axel then said if flippy was interested in living in the military place and flippy had no other place to go so he agreed. years later axel has trained flippy to become strong and brave. flippy sometimes calls him dad or “kitty” but axel ONLY allows flippy to call him that. when it was flippys first day there he met a frog boy who was about 9 and he introduced himself as sneaky and said he was a orphan. sneaky and flippy hit it of  immediately   and soon became besties. about 1-2 years later a little mouse joined them and they jokingly called themselves “the three MOUSEkateers. it annoyed mouse alot but secretly he found it hilarious. they all grew up stronger and stronger and boy there friendship was stronger then my hatred for scarlet and flippys and axel relationship was wonderful.. one day axel and his soldiers were in war and they were against some strong team. flippy tried to help but ended up messing up. the enemies leader shot axel in the heart and axel fell to the ground in defeat. flippy cried over him and was trying to wake him up. the last words of axel was “..flip...take care of your friends..arright? and..i love you..so much son..” flippy was pissed af. he didnt know what came over him but he grabbed a gun and shot at the blue cats faces. he missed at the leader of the group but got thousonds of other blue cats aswell. the enemies ran away like pussies and flippy was trying to run after them while swearing and cussing. his friends held him back and soon he started to cry and he held onto sneaky and he patted flippys back. after a few days they had a funeral for axel

on his tombstone it said

“here lies Axel Renvii. age: 52, a loving leader,a love friend,a loving person,a loving dad. May your soul rest in peace” 

now flippy keeps a lil badge of axels and keeps it in his drawer and he also keeps a pic of his friends under his bed aswell to remember them

[dovechim]

clone-a-willy™ (m)

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➾ 1/13 parts for jimin’s smutfest 2017/ jimin’s birthday celebration

Amazon is a fucking liar, and you have half a mind to sue them for putting wrong information on their website. What they listed as ‘discreet packaging’ ended up being a clear, see-through bag with no sort of protective wrapping at all, and you’re fuming.

Jimin only looks amused as he strolls in through the front door and tosses the package onto the dining table with a casual, “You’ve got mail, babe.”

You expected it to be the usual bill or spam advertisements, but when you realise what it is, your face turns a bright shade of pink as you attempt to laugh it off nervously. 

“O-oh really? I didn’t order anything like that, must be the neighbour’s or something.”

“It says our address, babe. And addressed to _______.”

It leaves you no wiggle room to deny it, and Jimin pins you in place with his gaze from across the living room, his grip tightening around the bottle he’s drinking from. You struggle to find an excuse to explain this away, because in your entire relationship with him, you’ve never once incorporated toys, and if you do, it’s the odd vibrator that you use when he’s away on business trips.

You’ve just never felt the need to tell him or initiate a conversation about using toys before, until you stumbled across this.

“Clone-A-Willy Realistic Penis Moulding Kit,” Jimin picks up the package curiously and reads off the cartoon like font stamped across the front, right next to where your name is addressed. The teasing lilt in his voice accompanied with the smirk that’s pasted on his face makes you curse under your breath; he’s having such a good time at your expense.

Just the thought that people like the mailman, or god- the lovely old lady who lives next door- knowing about this makes you want to crawl into a hole forever and die.

“I-it’s just a joke,” you laugh nervously, getting up and reaching to snatch it from his grip. “Just thought it’d be a fun gag gift or something, y’know?”

But Jimin holds it just out of your reach, ripping the bag apart to peer at the instructions on the back of the plastic box. “This product guarantees an intimate connection with your partner during solo play. Babe, I didn’t know you missed my dick that much,” a shit eating grin spreads itself across his face, and unlike his angelic eye smiles and innocent giggles that he constantly fools others with, you consider yourself the wiser.

Park Jimin is one dirty little fucker.

When you first met him you’d thought for sure that someone like him wouldn’t even know what porn is, much less masturbate to it or anything like that, but boy were you wrong. Stumbling upon his porn collection on his laptop one afternoon- actually, as you come to think about it, it wasn’t even on accident, his porn folder was just sitting on his desktop openly- you realised that Park Jimin likes his porn, and he likes it dirty.

Bukkake, gang bangs, creampies- there was just no end to it.

Before you know it, Jimin is assembling the kit with a look of concentration on his face, as if he’s doing a fucking science experiment, mixing and pouring in the moulding powder into the slim tube.

Clone-A-Willy Kit

Step 1: Mix the moulding powder with water and pour it into the tube

Step 2: Insert your partner’s penis into the tube for 90 seconds to create a negative mould.

Step 3: Pull the mould away from the penis, then fill the space with the silicone mix.

Step 4: Let set overnight.

“With a little prep, replicating a willy with the Clone-A-Willy kit is easy - all you really need is a little patience and a willing partner with a penis.” Jimin nearly doubles over in laughter every time he comes across the word ‘willy’. “Oh my god, this is fucking hilarious, will it work if my willy isn’t willing?”

“Fuck you Park, just give it here and we can forget this ever happened-“

“Wait no!” He protests as waves the instructions at you. “You paid good money for this, we have to make sure it doesn’t go to waste!”

“If you’re just gonna stand there and make fun of me throughout, then you can use it to fuck yourself with after.” You shoot him a warning glare as more giggles threaten to spill out of his mouth as he continues to read the instructions.

“It says I just have to stick my willy in for 90 seconds,” Jimin tries his best to gloss over the word with as much maturity as he can conjure- which is unfortunately not much. “Wait, that means I need to get hard first, or else it won’t be a true replica right?”

You resist an urge to shoot back a demeaning comment; seeing as Park Jimin doesn’t really have anything you could say about him in that department as it is. “Hurry the fuck up then. God, I knew I should have bought a dildo instead.”

He catches the last mutter under your breath with a playful smirk on his lips even as he unzips his jeans and shucks them down his thighs, reaching in to pull out his already half hard cock. “Help me out here won’t you baby?”

“God, how the fuck are you already half hard?” You grudgingly get to your knees and place a hand around his base, squeezing and massaging him.

“Can’t- fuck- help it, the word willy just turns me on,” he chuckles under his breath, but it quickly turns into curses as you take his still soft length in your warm mouth. One of your favourite things to do is feel him slowly engorge in your mouth, feel his length grow stiff and heavy with blood on your tongue.

You make sure to run your tongue all over him in light feathery patterns, teasing him till his cock fills your mouth, and his tip begins to leak the familiar bitter liquid down the back of your throat.

“Fuck, you always get me so hard so fast baby,” Jimin grunts in part amazement as you lick a thick strip from his base to tip, and the sight of his reddened cock on your lips makes him want to thrust in deep and feel the softness of your throat convulse around him.

You withdraw your mouth from him, and he whines in protest, only for you to shove the tube at him. “Are you doing this or not?”

“I am, I am, fuck just give me a second or I’ll blow my load in that thing,” he’s slightly out of breath as he takes the tube from you, running a hand up and down his length a few times before gliding it into the tube in one motion. “Fuck, that feels so fucking weird.”

“What does it feel like?” You watch the tube swallow up his length with curiosity.

“Soft, but not the good kind, not like your mouth or pussy, but kinda like I’m fucking slime,” there’s a look of slight discomfort on his face as he keeps his dick buried in the tube. “Am I or am I not the best boyfriend ever?”

90 seconds is nearly up, and instead of stroking his horribly inflated ego, you pull the tube from his hands, reaching for the remaining packet of silicone mix and pouring it into the empty space before setting it aside to set.

All while ignoring a very hard and very needy Park Jimin who strokes his cock longingly, staring at the outline of your ass in your tight jeans. He whines low in his throat, and you obligingly lower yourself to your knees to suck him off and let him cum down your throat just so you don’t have to hear him say the word ‘willy’ again.

* 

The silicone mould is forgotten for the next few days, because Jimin has nearly a week’s worth of important business meetings in a row that keep him from coming home till nearly dawn on some nights, and your more standard 9-5 office hours means that you’re always home way before him, and asleep way before him too. 

But on the fifth day after you and him make the mould together, you realise just why you gave in to the whim and ordered it- you’re always uncontrollably horny when he’s not around, and when you’re approaching your ovulation period you just want to be filled up with something other than your fingers.

The mould is still on the dining table, untouched, so you slide it out from its casing to reveal a perfect replica of Park Jimin’s dick, true to size and all. You woke up this morning to an empty bed with slick staining the crotch of your panties, and the sight of it on the table is just too hard to resist.

Taking the mould, you run the head up and down your soaked folds, and it feels exactly like his dick, except of course lacking his warmth.

You tease yourself by running it up and down a few more times, catching it against your clit and feeling jolts of electricity rub your nerves raw. You make sure to wet the rest of his- well technically- dick with your arousal, spreading it down the length before you start to slide it into your depths, and you clench around it immediately.

It feels so fucking good, and you spread your legs apart as you brace yourself against the dining table, imagining that the real Park Jimin’s dick is actually in you, sliding so deep into your pussy that you can feel it in your throat. The feeling of being so full like this is enough to satisfy you already, and you feel like you could spend the rest of your days filled up like this without needing to cum.

The base of the clone sits nicely against the crotch of your panties when you pull it up, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had an orgasm in the past week, but a feeling of mischief empowers you to tug your pencil skirt back up, slide your feet into your pumps, and head out the door.

*

It’s around your weekly 4pm meeting when you can’t take it anymore, the constant feeling of his cock rubbing against your soaked walls stimulating you to just being on edge, unable to cum without any contact to your clit.

You hurriedly excuse yourself to rush to the washroom in the middle of it, attracting a few irritated glances from your managers in the process, but you couldn’t care less, eager to be free of the torture of sitting still with Park Jimin’s dick inside you.

When you reach the toilet, you immediately lock yourself in a stall, leaning against the wall of the cubicle and shoving your soaked panties aside, reaching for the base of the mold and shoving it in and out, imagining that Park Jimin is actually fucking you in a toilet at work.

Having spent nearly half the day aroused and on edge, your orgasm hits you with the thought of Park Jimin’s face when he cums inside you, clenching around the mold of his dick.

When your breathing has slowed, you reach to pull the mold out and tug up your panties, but you realise that you have nowhere to hide the mould, and you can’t just walk out of the bathroom with a fucking dildo in your hand. Fuck, you really should have thought this through before.

Wincing at the oversensitivity, you reluctantly push his length back inside you, clenching your core to keep him inside. Before you tug your panties back up, you reach for your phone and aim it, snapping a picture of your cock stuffed pussy and sending it to Jimin.

4.26pm [You]: image435.jpg

4.27pm [You]: I’ve had this inside me all day… when do I get to feel your cock instead?

His reply pings back almost instantly.

4.28pm [Park Jimin]: tonight. 

*

For a change, Park Jimin is home before you on a weekday night.

His mouth is instantly on yours the second you step through the door, and you barely have a second to catch your breath from walking up all those flights of stairs. Jimin palms your ass greedily, moaning into your mouth at what a dirty girl you are when you grind against his hard length that prods your belly insistently. 

“Fuck, you’re dying for my cock aren’t you baby? Spent the whole day filled with it yet you still want more.” He slides his hands under your skirt, making sure to squeeze your ass cheeks hard.

Jimin is impatient, impatient to get you naked, as he tugs down your tight pencil skirt, nearly ruining the zipper in the process. He drops to his knees the second your skirt is at your ankles, and tugs your panties down to see the base of the silicone mould that peeks out from between your pussy lips.

“Oh my god, fuck, your pussy looks so pretty when it’s filled to the brim like this. You like it when your pussy is filled up, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I love it,” you can only moan as he lifts a thigh, resting it on his shoulder to spread apart your folds so that he can get a better look.

“It doesn’t even come out when I spread your legs like this, you must be squeezing your tight little pussy around me like a good girl, hmmm?” Jimin is fascinated by the way your lips close around the base of it, and holds them apart just so he can flick his tongue at your clit as a reward.

You buck into his face in response, and he has to place his other hand under your ass to support you as he continues to suckle at your clit. The feeling of his warm mouth around you, simultaneous with how his dick spreads and fills you, has your near your second orgasm of the day in a flash.

“Coming already, baby? I’ve barely even touched you,” Jimin comments as he licks his lips. “Do you want to come all over this cock?”

He reaches for the base of the mould and starts to move it in and out, the veined ridges of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked core with ease. You can only moan in response, and clutch at his shoulder for support even as your knees wobble dangerously.

“Answer me baby, and maybe I’ll let you cum.” 

“N-no, I don’t want to cum,” you’re panting heavily, struggling to stave off your orgasm, especially when Jimin places a thumb on your clit, looking up at you in surprise. “I don’t want to cum like this. I want to cum with your cock inside me.”

He bites his lip in response, muttering a harsh ‘fuck’ under his breath as his hand freezes. You reach down to grasp the base of the mould and pull it out of you, and the emptiness in your pussy makes you crave his cock immediately.

“Jimin,” your voice jolts him back to awareness even as he stares at how your juices drip off the mould of his cock. “I need your cock inside me now.”

Jimin is on his feet in a flash, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up. You circle your legs around his waist as he makes it to the bedroom, dropping you on the bed as he fumbles at the zipper of his dress pants. You take a moment to admire his wet chin and cheeks from eating you out, the way his white dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, exposing the veins that wrap around his forearms, and the way his tousled blonde hair is carelessly pushed off his forehead.

He’s already stroking his cock, eyes only on your dripping wet slit, and you spread your legs enticingly for him. Jimin kneels on the bed as he guides his tip in, moaning when he slides in without any resistance to the hilt. 

This feels so much better than the mould, you can literally feel his entire length pulsing inside you, and his warmth, fuck, he feels like the warmth that emanates from a furnace on a cold winter’s day.

Jimin reaches under your thighs to press your knees to your chest, and he goes so much deeper like this, deeper than the mould ever will, and you swear you can actually feel him in your throat, no need to imagine this time.

“Good, baby?” He grunts into your skin, taking the time to suckle a bruise just behind your ear.

“Fucking fantastic,” you mumble back with a gentle nip of his ear.

Then Park Jimin does these deep as fuck thrusts with slow rotation of his hips such that he barely leaves the depths of your pussy, instead aiming for as much friction as possible against your walls that are already rubbed raw and aching.

His name leaves your lips in broken sobs, especially when he reaches down to pinch your clit. Jimin only smirks against your skin as he increases the force of his thrusts, so not only does he go deep, but he goes hard as well, and it aches so good that you can’t help but clench down around him as you cum with incoherent moans.

“Fuck, love feeling that pussy when you cum around me, always so tight for me baby,” he gives a final lick to your bottom lip as his thrusts turn sloppy and quick, and you know he’s about to cum when you can feel the pulsing of his dick speed up, something the mould will never be able to accomplish.

He gives a few more harsh thrusts, bottoming out in your pussy, before he cums in long streaks that coat your walls; his seed that fills you up feels even warmer than his dick, and it’s just one more thing that the mould can’t do.

Jimin remains inside you for a while after he’s drained his balls in your pussy, panting hard against your forehead. When his dick grows soft and slips out of you, he pushes himself off the bed, to get you some tissues for cleaning up, you assume.

But he returns with the mould in his hands, eyes on your cum filled pussy where he can see the white of his semen that fills you up to the brim.

You reach to cup yourself, not wanting to spill onto the sheets beneath you. “Ugh, can you get me a towel or something?”

But Park Jimin only shakes his head with a filthy little smirk on his lips as he kneels on the bed in between your still spread legs. He reaches to stroke your pussy lips tenderly, running his fingers up and down to gather the few drops of cum that managed to escape from your depths and rubbing it into your clit instead. 

“I just thought we should make the most out of this, don’t you think?” He looks at the mold as he brings it closer to your pussy. “I just thought it’d be a really great plug to keep all my cum inside you, that’s all.”

Fucking Park Jimin is a dirty little fucker.

[maryofone]

Dog Training

In the least bestiality-insinuating way possible I’d like to declare that dogs are great practice for being in a relationship. Here are 10 reasons why taking care of a dog might make me a better girlfriend:

1. Nothing forces you into a domestic routine like a dog. Unless you’re an asshole who ignores it, of course. You have to wake up early every day, make time for exercise every day. And not only that but you want to make a nice home for the guy, and you have to tidy up after him all of the time. My dog has forced me into a life of domestication, which maybe is a good thing because anytime a relationship has suddenly forced me into it, I got weird. Either restless or obsessed, but definitely weird. Maybe if I’m domesticated before I meet a dude I’ll be more chill about it.

2. Dogs teach you how to be more assertive. Little did I know how much of my daily life was going to involve me saying the word “hey” in varying degrees of sharpness and loudness. You can’t be a pussy with a dog, you have to stand up straight, find your voice and assert your dominance. You have to know how to put him in his place. This is actually super great relationship training for me personally because I turn into such a fucking pussy when I start dating someone. I’m so petrified of turning the guy off that I don’t express how I’m feeling and instead just bottle it up until one day it ALL comes out, and that really turns him off. So the dog is teaching me how to just keep him in line and move on.

3. My dog is teaching me not to be weakened by a gorgeous face. I was of course aiming to adopt a cute dog, but I wasn’t expecting a dog with fuckin Disney eyes. Every time I look at him I want to give him anything he ever wants in life no questions asked, but he’s also a stray mutt who was pulled out of the Mississippi woods and will eat vomit off of the sidewalk, so I have to learn how to say no to those eyes. Good practice for saying no to other gorgeous troublemakers in my life.

4. Dogs are simple and so are men. I don’t mean it in an insulting way, but I’ve always seen parallels between dogs and men. Dogs live in the moment the way men do. All they ever want in life really is to eat, sleep, work on stuff, and protect their loved ones. Both species have definitely taught me that I think too much.

5. In the world of domesticated dogs, we learn that nothing really good comes from the testicles. They’re such a nuisance we just chop them right off. And if that’s not a metaphor for a monogamous relationship I don’t know what is!

6. My dog keeps my smothering affection in check. I’ve learned in the past with pets and boyfriends that sometimes I love a little too much. Too many kisses, too much hugging and spooning, too much attention. My dog loves a good cuddle, but sometimes he’ll get distant if I’m too extra with the affection. I appreciate it because it keeps me in check for the next human face I want to smooch constantly.

7. He gets jealous when I give other dogs attention. This doesn’t necessarily prepare me for my next relationship, it just reminds me that I love making anything feel jealous.

8. He does this thing where he growls all deep and scary when he hears someone in the hallway, but then almost immediately drops the tough act and starts whining and crying like a frightened little baby. It’s like this hilariously adorable metaphor for men who get aggro and it makes me laugh every time.

9. He provides a great excuse for exiting social events. Gotta get home and walk the dog! Works every time. This doesn’t prepare me for anything but it does remind me of one of the best perks of being in a relationship: bailing on stuff without feeling bad.  

10. Having the whole bed to yourself feels so goddamned good, and for me losing that luxury has always been a genuine downside of being in a relationship. Fortunately, my dog has robbed me of this luxury before a guy will have the chance to (how does a fifty pound dog take up so much fucking room?) so I won’t have to blame that particular disappointment on my next relationship. I honestly just don’t know where the guy’s gonna fit.

[ecotone99]

[RF] How to get rich

Hello,

Welocme to my book. Parental advisory warning, explicit content. let me just take a second to warn all of those with the faint of heart. This book is not for you. Pussyfoot cucks should put this down immediately. Go ahead, I'll wait.

Now that they are gone.................

Everything in this book is based on a true story.

You see in this life, you have to tell it like it is. The world is your fuckin oyster. You’re either a doer or a non doer there is no inbetween. As my good Friend Tony Robbbins once said “your bank account is only as big as your balls”. Still hold true. Wise words from a great friend of mine. I like you Tungy Robbins. I’ll always remember when we first met.

It was Tony Dungy’s 50th birthday party. He had Louis CK do a special of stand up, followed by a set of Bill Cosby and Chris Delliah. We were the only ones other than Tony Dungy at the party. Just me, Tony Robbins, and Tony dungy.

Naturally when Louis CK whips it out and starts with his signature move, we all join in. See, here is something nobody wants to say about Louis. When you dangle ur thing infront of men, we are instantly drawn in and feel obliged to do the same. Its like a tribal ritual. The last hours of that party were spent just me, Louis, The Tony’s and myself just stroking one in a circle.

Look, this book is going to tell my life story. Not from like when I was a kid or something but from the start of when I started making serious cash. That’s why you picked up this book right? Because you’re a lost little fuck and you want some little guidance. A lil bit of guidance from me is what you want and that is what I am going to give you here in this book that I am going to get into.

Those who are looking to have a shitty, poor life, Stop reading this. Because this book is only for people who want the exact opposite of that kind of life. IN this book, I will show you how I turned $1, into $50 million in just a few years with no work at all. And how you can too.

So please.. Sit back, Grab a cup of something. Grab a cup of somehtig. Grab a cup of something. Grab a cup of something. Grab a cup of somehtig. Grab a cup of something Grab a cup of something. Grab a cup of somehtig. Grab a cup of something Grab a cup of something. Grab a cup of somehtig. Grab a cup of something Grab a cup of something. Grab a cup of somehtig. Grab a cup of something and enjoy the ride.

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How to get rich.

“You ever take a shit that looks like a pussy so you fuck it?” My best friend Tim asked me. You see, Tim studied abroad in Flint. He wrote his thesis on why the water there is better for you. He hasn’t been the same since then. He’s been a whole lot smarter.

“No, only because I actually haven’t taken a shit that looks like a pussy. I’ve taken a shit that looks like my own asshole before. Sometimes when I do that I try to wipe it because I get it confused with my own asshole.”

“Ah got it” Tim said back to me in a good voice.

……………

You may be wondering, why is this important. Well I’ll show you, because what this is is a metaphor for life.

My Dad is a psychologist at Yale. He once told me that “you’ll never do anything great in life you stupid fuck”. But he also said this “ The thoughts make the man and the make man the thought”.

Think about how you can apply that thinking to your own life. I want you to take a second and be proactive. How would things be different? How would things be the same? How would this affect your marriage?

Exercise 1 . - Imagine you were me in your shoes, what would I do in that situation? Now just do that. Do what I do and you will be successful.

So anyway, Tim and I were sitting in a basement shooting the shit, taking huge shits in his bathroom one after another. We used to play this game where we would each take a bunch of laxatives then take turns shitting. We would do this for hours.

So anyway, a little backstory on Tim and I. This happened while we were in college at this point. We had both grown up in a little suburb outside of Baltimore, Maryland. We met at a very young age, like 5 or 6 or 7 or 8 or 9. We both grew up around the neighborhood. Our Dads both worked at Yale right down the road, so it was just us home alone together alot..

Timmy was interesting because his dad was the head of Psychology at the university. His dad was a pioneer in the controversial “absent, together” style of parenting. This is essentially when the parents not only have little involvement but actually refuse to have any involvement at all. Further, the theory states that kids should be raised by other kids, and should only talk with others who are equally as developed, or less developed than themselves. I know his dad was also worried about the possibility of how conversing with a kid could make him stupid. Because kids brains aren’t developed and Timmys dad was always worried about his brain regressing when he talked with his child.

Anyway, so Timmy and I raised each other. We would spend countless nights sleeping in my parent's backyard together. Running around the yard nude in the open air.

Your see Timmys dad had another controversial theory, it stated as follows “The nature of the little boy is to be totally, and unapologetically free. In my opinion, the strict confines of a home, and clothes for that matter just hold the child back. What they need to be doing is spending time outside running around, nude, in my front yard. You see children have a natural sense of wonderment about them. Something I've such yearned for in my years/

You see, when was a little boy, my parents were always done in thew fuckin dumps. Literally in the fucking garbage searching around for hidden gems. Scrapping to the bottom of every last trash bag just find an opened can of fucking worms to snack out before breakfast.

You see, my parents were major bird enthusiasts. They would spend many days wondering the local shopping center streets for bugs for us to eat. Diving headfirst into the concrete at even the potential site of a worm.

You see, when my parents would catch a worm, they had to run all the way back from where they were, to our little shack.

You see, because we lived very far away and

You see, it was very far. They were actually in really good shape because of it. It would take them hours of running home while flapping their arms to make it back to us.

You see, this brings me up to my current point of children being totally free. That is why I think they should be free and stuff.”

Anyway, so you see, TImmys dad was kind of a nut. But so was Timmy. And that's why I loved him.

Exercise 2 . -Everyone who is successful needs a little nut in their life. Take a moment to think, whos the little nut in yourlife? Your best buddy Juggs? Your Aunt Crabapple? Take a moment to rethink about it you stupid little

SCCCCCCCRRREEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTCCHHHH. Record screatess.

WOAH THERE KEEP IT PG NOW.

Timmy and I were smoking PCP for a long time. Like a long time. We would spend days and nights literally smoking PCP nonstop. Like if you remember a few pages ago when i talked about how we would play games where we would just shit over and over, it was like that but for smoking PCP.

One of my favorite Self Help Gurus, Tim Ferris, once said in his famous book “4-hour large cock” that smoking PCP was totally the reason for his enlarged manhood.

You see, Tim Ferris was a funny guy in high school because like I remember when he was in a marching band playing the flute with his friends and would hang out with them on the weekends also.

I remember one-time TIm said to me “Can you believe Karl sucked Andrews dick’ and I said, no Karl sucks Davy's dick. Karl is stupid he probably fucks random strangers. He’s like a grandma that fucks people.

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to be continued.

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