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jen-with-a-pen · 3 months ago

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(In Your) Arms Tonight - 2/2

summary: Wade tests out his previous hypothesis with great success. Might experiment more later.

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 3.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blowjob, itty bitty blood mention, slight angst, nightmares/PTSD, pining, cursing, claws, crude humor and language, fluff, touching, *cue start of something new from high school musical*, Wade's a little shit, cum drinking bc i guess that's what happened, deepthroating, lowkey face fucking, bad flirting but it's kinda reciprocated, wade is the throat goat next question, wade kissed his roommate and they both liked it

a/n: here she is :') thanks yall for the patience and all of the magnificent love and comments for part one ❤❤❤ means the world to me, especially since it's my first time stepping out of stucky territory as a whole. also got a little away with the tags 😅 hope yall enjoy this !

Not beta'd. Half-written on my phone, edited and revised in ellipsus + gdocs. Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

If I've missed any tags, PLEASE let me know!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

Wade forgot to turn the AC back on.

It's his turn to sleep in bed tonight and he's got the worst case of swamp ass you can get this far from a fucking swamp. He's already thrown the covers, sheets, pillows, and his boxers off; he swears if he gets up there will be a sweaty version of a goddamn chalk outline on his mattress.

He stretches. Notices he can feel both hands now, fully grown and everything, fingernails and all. Smirks to himself as he flexes his new fingers before reaching over to the nightstand– it's actually a really sturdy cardboard box, but it works just as good– for his phone. The screen responds with a bright 3:02AM overlayed on a photo of him and Vanessa.

There's a pang in his heart for a moment. The same type of twist and pull he felt when Logan got up to leave after their big adventure (AKA saving their universe.)

“See you around?”

Wade tried to swallow the hard lump of desperate hope that had been bubbling inside of him the entire time they ate their shawarma. Hopes it wasn't obvious in his voice. Not a total cry for help, but definitely more of a solemn whimper and puppy dog eyes.

No matter how many times he was used to it– the people he loved leaving or dying or what have you– it still stung like a bitch.

“Probably not.”

And Logan didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, but that's what happened when– and if– he got too close. To anyone. To everyone.

With that, Logan rose from the bench, gathering his cowl and TVA jacket up from the place on the bench separating him and Wade and started walking. Dogpool whined and scratched at Wade's arms to chase after him.

Wade had to do something. Anything. He couldn't let this one– this Logan. His Logan– walk off into the sunset.

No.

Not without him.

“Logan!”

And then he turned around.

And now they're here.

He feels a similar yank and tear elsewhere in his body– lower belly, groin area– whenever thoughts wander back to that glorious time in the Honda Odyssey; Adamantium stabbing in and out of his chest cavity, puncturing his lungs and literally taking his breath away. The tight feeling of multiple seat belts holding him down to the second row passenger seat and the sickeningly happy grin adorning Logan's face when he tied the last knot. Wade remembers smiling just as bright under his mask.

That one definitely got filed into ye ole spank bank for safe keeping.

Sighing, Wade remembers he's sweating like a hog and drops his legs over the edge, planting two clammy feet onto the creaky floorboards. He throws on his previously discarded pair of boxers just in case Logan has a case of insomnia. Gotta take a man out to dinner before you show him your dick, like a gentleman.

Wade peaks his head out into the living room, TV glow assaulting his pupils like a flash bang. The door creaks open wider and Wade steps further out. He doesn't want to wake either furball– you'd be surprised how grumpy Dogpool gets when she doesn't get her beauty sleep– as he tiptoes out in front of the couch.

His breath catches in his chest.

Logan lies propped up on the couch, head resting on the arm with a throw pillow behind for support, arms crossed over a bare, hairy chest rising and falling slowly. A sheen of sweat coats his skin that reflects the changing colors of the TV. Half a snuffed cigar smolders on the coffee table ashtray. The semi-permanent crease between his brows is softer, perfect pink lips parted as he snores quietly.

And to top it all off, he's in his fucking boxers; his jeans are discarded on the opposite end of the couch, kicked off in his sleep to beat the heat.

Wade can't breathe. He can't help but stare, committing the heavenly scene to memory. A knowing smile slowly spreads across his chapped lips.

He's happy. Happy at how peaceful his roommate looks. Happy that Logan is finally feeling safe enough to sleep here. Genuinely. Wade knows first hand what it can be like to be constantly on the run, chasing peace and release, rest and safety.

Tip toes make way to the thermostat, Wade presses the 'on' button to the AC when there's stirring behind him. Head turning slowly, he catches the tail end of Logan mumbling something in his sleep.

“...Wade, please.”

Wade freezes like a carjacker caught in an impound lot. Surely he didn't hear Logan, his roommate Logan– The X-Man, The Wolverine– fucking whining Wade's name in his sleep.

What were the symptoms of heat stroke, again?

Wade shuffles back over to the couch. Feels like a creep watching his fucking roommate sleep, waiting another moment to see if he needs to take a power drill and give himself a DIY lobotomy or not.

“Mm… No, Wade…No, please, don't–” Logan murmurs softly. Struggling, brow furrowing, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ngh… Don't hurt ‘im… please.”

Logan begins to shake. His head whips from side to side against the pillow, hands dig into the couch cushions, grunting, fists clenching as his claws itch to defend from the phantom threat. Muscles tensing and chest heaving, his breathing grows harder, faster, more frantic.

He's having a nightmare.

Wade recognizes the signs immediately. He knows where Logan's at: some distant memory with talons and sharp teeth assaulting his brain without him knowing. Hell on earth on the worst nights, a light ego beating and insomnia on the better ones.

Wade knows– his stopped two months ago. When Logan came home.

Without another thought– one in which he probably should’ve given– Wade climbs onto the couch to straddle Logan’s hips in the most non-horny way he can make it. Hands press into the center of Logan's chest. He gently calls his name, preparing for the sharp stab of Adamantium through an appendage and/or organ. Nothing he isn't used to at this point, but he secretly prays it isn't something totally major.

“Logan. Peanut, hey,” Wade whispers. He presses further into Logan, heat radiating off rough, hairy skin into Wade's tingling fingers. “Logan, it's me, Wade. You're having a nightmare, you’re scaring the kids–”

SHNK. Intestines. Ten or fifteen points, depending on if it's big or small. Wade's thankful it wasn't a kidney or his stomach– those are a bitch and a half to grow back.

“Okay– that was maybe warranted,” Wade grunts. Both sets of claws penetrate straight through his lower abdomen as Logan jolts awake, sitting up as much as he can while pinned under Wade. A gnarled scream catches in his throat. White-hot knuckles graze the skin of Wade's stomach, who is really, really trying his hardest not to get a boner right now.

“Th’fuck's goin’ on?” Logan slurs, face inches from Wade's bare chest. He blinks. Once. Twice. His brow returns to its permanent crease as he adjusts to the scene before him: bright TV glow contrasts with dark shadows Wade casts over him.

Wade is on top of him and his claws are inside of Wade.

Face scrunching– not inherently in disgust, Wade hopes– claws retract with a muted grunt. Wade can breathe again while his body begins repairing itself. His hands are stuck to Logan's heaving chest, fingers fanning out over each delicious pec. Thick arms rest on either side of him, elbows bent and resting on Wade's thighs.

Wade swallows, praying the man currently underneath him either A. doesn't know where his hands are at the moment or B. this is going exactly the way he wet-dreamt it a few weeks ago. Completely unprompted too, by the way– he's no stranger to the sick side effects of PTSD, he wouldn't knowingly exploit that in order to get into his roommate's pants. He's got more class than that.

Well, most of the time, that is. Again, completely unintentional. Coincidence, if you will.

Maybe he does need that DIY lobotomy.

"Where th'hell am I?" Logan asks, voice less threatening and more alert. His eyes flick from the TV and travel up Wade to meet sympathetic chocolate eyes already on him. Wade peels each finger off Logan's chest and sits back on his knees. Gaze softening, hands fall into his lap inches above the chiseled V pointing to down under Logan's boxers. He doesn't dare move a fucking muscle.

His pinky finger twitches.

"You're okay. You're here, in my world, Peanut. Twenty-first century. New York. We use fifty-cals now, not muskets. You were having a nightmare–"

Wade's throat hitches. He's not gonna cry, no– he's not that much of a fucking empath, for chrissake– but what he wants to say versus what he probably should say get lodged together on the way down to his mouth from his brain.

"I– I did the pressure thing Dogpool does with me, sometimes. Except I thought you'd wanna wake up to this pretty face 'nd not one with drool."

Logan looks skeptical, searches Wade to see if he's actually telling the truth for once, features relaxing once he mulls it over in his head. Wade's gnawing at the inside of his cheek when Logan's thumbs subconsciously start rubbing slow circles over the toughened skin of his upper thigh. Upper-outer, to be exact, but right now Wade doesn't really want to dwell on the minute details.

"So," Logan starts, "you woke me up… 'cause I was havin' a nightmare…?"

"Well, not exactly because you were having a nightmare, no." Wade runs a hand over the top of the couch, distracting himself. "Al really likes this couch. Antique, actually. Vintage find. Be a shame if some man with claws–"

Logan's palms press into Wade's thighs. A warning.

"Mouth."

Wade sighs. Hands fall into his lap once more and he is absolutely not fighting to gawk at Logan's V that lights up like a road work sign pointing to a detour. The semi-hard abs just above definitely do not make him want to run his fucking tongue across them like a cheese grater.

He looks back to Logan, clears his throat. "Look I– I've been there. Am there, honestly. Didn't want you t'be alone whenever you woke up, but I also know how hard it is to wake up. So," he shrugs, voice lowering, "thought I'd help. Help you come down from it, I mean."

Logan stares back in response, eyes trained on Wade like a hunting dog and a downed fox. Wade swears the corner of his lip twitches along with the meaty hands on his legs.

He's gotta get the fuck out of here.

"So!" Wade starts, "Seems everything's in working order. The doctor will be in soon–" Wade starts to scramble off before realizing Logan's holding him down. Sharp claw stubs poke into scarred skin and a deep growl rumbles out of Logan's chest. Not necessarily threatening, no, more of a 'you're not goin' anywhere.' Wade gulps, hands raise up jokingly, forcing his racing mind to think of a naked, cross-country skiing Al to stave off the blood violently rushing to his stubborn cock.

Logan sits up, closing the space between him and Wade. Hazel eyes study wide brown ones. Logan takes a breath, shaky but sure.

"Don't want y't'go. Not– not yet."

It's hesitant. Unsure but curious, quiet enough Wade thinks he's hallucinating again. Wade mulls it over, leans forward with hands back on Logan's chest, skin and muscles taught underneath with tactile tension.

Wade sucks in a breath, moves his hands higher to Logan's collarbone and it's grossly apparent how tense Logan is. Hostile to any sudden movement, untrusting of touch to the point his fists shake against Wade's legs. A slow, tender hand inches up Logan's throat and onto his cheek. Wade feels through the rough facial hair and unkempt stubble, a thumb finds the shaved spot at the point of Logan's chin and strokes gently. Fists start to unclench, but there's a hesitancy still lingering in the air, under Logan's skin. Wade thinks it smells like fear. Inches away, face to face, breaths fan eachother's faces.

There's a shift in the air and Wade leans forward.

Logan doesn't stop Wade from connecting them together, lips touching lips in the softest manner possible. Almost feels like there's nothing there, Wade's too gentle. Nobody moves, breathes, at first; they're each trying to make sense of what the fuck exactly is happening. Logan isn't saying no, isn't sawing through Wade's skull and Wade isn't pushing himself on Logan.

Okay, maybe leaning in to kiss his roommate might be pushing himself on Logan to the logical bystander, but in the moment it just felt right.

To Wade's surprise, Logan's the first to move.

His lips start molding into Wade's. There's pressure, a little pushing, chapped skin and the remnants of tobacco on his breath when his lips part and his tongue pokes ever-so-slightly through. Wade pushes back, hoping his breath isn't as abhorrently delicious as leftover cigar. He tilts his head, nose poking into Logan's cheek as his does Wade's, and lets his tongue explore a little more. Logan allows him in, meeting him at the tip and hungrily welcoming him. Breaths turn heavy, panting, while hands begin to roam, more comfortable now that they've crossed the line into 'spit swapping' territory.

Wade drinks him in. Greedily swallows the choked-back groans Logan keeps holding in his throat that come out as muted mewls. Fingernails wantonly dig into one another and leave temporary marks that disappear under rapid replacement cells.

It feels like forever when Wade finally comes up for air, unable to focus with the growing hardness digging into his thigh.

"I–fuckin' shit– I think I have an idea." Wade pants like a dog in heat– and fuck, he might as well be at this point. Logan pulls back with lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

"'s that?" He's hesitant. Hands tense slightly over Wade's back, his whole body stiffens.

"Do you– do you trust me?"

Wade holds his breath.

Logan only nods. Adam's apple bobbing, lips part in anticipation and curiosity.

Wade strokes Logan's cheek in reassurance, shoots him a wink before shimmying down his body to the other end of the couch, keeping Logan's legs in between his thighs. Fingers hook around Logan's boxers, in turn causing Logan to jolt up immediately. A set of claws unsheathe an inch away from Wade's throat.

"Th'fuck are you doin'?"

Wade only smiles, taking a hand away and kissing the tip of the middle claw, gently pushing it back into Logan's fist and coaxing him to lay back down. What he's about to do would be easier with an in-tact esophagus.

"Relax, Peanut," Wade coos, "'m not gonna hurtcha."

Logan stares at Wade. Eyes pinch, still suspicious.

"…Promise?"

A sharp pang ripples through Wade's heart.

"Promise."

Logan hesitates, relaxes, gives another go-ahead. Wade's fingers curl once again around the waistband of his boxers and slowly, but surely, pull them down and off him. He can't help the immediate salivatory reflex upon seeing Logan in all his glory; the deep V lights up like a fucking Vegas sign pointing straight to the jackpot.

Logan's big– like, big big. Biggest Wade's ever seen (and Wade's seen a LOT.) An automatic response, Wade's asshole clenches, mistakenly preparing to take Logan. Wade forces himself to relax– that's not happening tonight. He promised Logan he'd go slow, no surprises, no whipped cream or leather cuffs.

Not yet, at least.

His own cock weeps happy tears through his briefs. He cannot believe how perfect– how beautiful– how fucking huge Logan is.

"What're you gonna do?" Logan whispers, hesitant eyes hooking on Wade and every little movement he makes.

"If it's alright with you, 1972 Burt Reynolds, 'm gonna suck every ounce of tension out of your perfect, hairy body and make you feel the best you've felt in a looong time."

Logan scoffs a laugh, brow furrowing as he shakes his head slightly. "Don't know who–"

Wade shushes him. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be your Sally Field."

Wade smirks at Logan's confusion and mentally makes a note to his future-self to show Logan the glory that is Smokey and the Bandit.

A gentle hand steadies the base of Logan's cock while another slowly wraps around his stiffness, standing at attention and beginning to cry, begging for Wade's touch. Heavy breathing and bitten-back grunts fill Wade's ears. It's a heavenly symphony he's lucky enough to have a front and center seat for. Free ticket, too.

"Ngh– Red, whatever you're gonna do– ah–!"

Wade presses his lips to the base, bush of hair tickling his nose and lips while he kisses his way up to the head, tongue poking out to lap up the precum. Before siccing his lips around Logan, Wade looks up once more, mostly searching for permission to help him feel pleasure for once instead of pain.

Logan reads Wade's mind and sends a small nod in response.

With a shit-eating smirk, Wade welcomes Logan into his mouth, flattening his tongue and curving his lips over his teeth so as not to scratch the sensitive, velvety skin. Drool spills out the corners of Wade's mouth and swallows a gag when Logan jams into the back of his throat, digging into his uvula. Squeezing the base and cupping the balls, Wade begins to bob his head to the rhythm of Logan's mess of 'fuck's, 'shit's, and–

"Mmm–Oh–oh, my god," Logan moans. A calloused hand runs over Wade's bald head, scars and grafts rippling under his touch while another hand grips tightly onto the side of the couch. Wade slurps up every drop of precum, relishing in the sweet musk of Logan's scent, head bobbing and tongue swirling in tandem. Logan's hips buck up into Wade, fucking his throat without meaning to. No amount of lozenges or peppermint tea will be able to cure the sore throat Wade knows he'll have come morning.

"F–fuck, Wade, baby– shit– that feels so–!"

Another lengthy dive down onto Logan hits the very back of Wade's throat, pulling a long, strenuous 'fuck' from the deepest part of Logan. He bucks harder into Wade who stalls, choking on Logan's cock while his own strains against his briefs. Another swipe of tongue, another gag and seeping drool, and Logan is officially done for.

"F–fuck! Motherfucker! Oh my, god, Wade–!"

Curses and chants and shaky breaths fill the living room as Logan spills into Wade with an 'O' on his lips and a hand on the back of Wade's head. There's a sharp shngk and a sting at the tip of Wade's ear as red warmth drips down onto Logan's thigh; his claws unsheathe into the couch this time, not Wade, who slurps and sucks every last drop of mutant cum from Logan's softening cock like it's the Fountain of fucking Eden.

He comes up for air, finally, lungs gasping against a swollen, fucked throat. He sits back panting on his thighs and Logan's legs underneath, a mix of cum and drool and the slightest bit of blood running down his cheeks and neck. Wiping away the mess with the back of a hand, blurry vision focuses back into reality and onto his roommate.

His roommate. Logan. Wolverine. Who's dick he just sucked the ever-living hell out of.

Well this is awkward.

Wade swallows, offers a crooked half-smile to the man who he just sucked, fucked, and milked dry.

"How 'bout them Yankees?"

Logan barks a laugh. A real, genuine laugh, one with teeth and spread lips and legitimate amusement. Wade preens.

"That was–" Logan wipes beads of sweat off his brow, "Fuck it. That was fuckin' amazing, Wade." He stuffs a hand behind his head, blinks a couple of times to recalibrate. "Didn't know that mouth did anything else 'sides talk."

Wade shrugs cutesily. "It impresses me sometimes, too. Helps when I have a willing participant. Just hope you signed the paperwork."

Logan shakes his head. Arms reach up to grab onto Wade, pulling an ear to Logan's lips.

"Now how 'bout we take care of you next, baby? Hm?"

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Morning sun and a weight on his chests wakes Logan from probably the most peaceful sleep he's had in… well, ever, honestly.

There's a wetness and mix of smells wafting into his nostrils that make him stir next; combination of what feels like a tongue on his cheek making way towards his lips, dog breath, and the sweet smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Eyes fly open when a whine vibrates on his chest, finding himself greeted by Dogpool wagging her rat-tail with eyes bugging out of her little head.

"Gah– get off me, mutt," Logan scolds, sitting up and gently shoving Dogpool onto the couch cushion next to him. He runs a hand over his face and into his hair, the crick in his neck a little less noticeable this morning.

"Gooooood morning, sunshine!"

Logan looks up with tired eyes still adjusting to the morning light to find Wade in his robe covered in flour with a mixing bowl cradled in his arm as he stirs. Last night comes screeching back to Logan as soon as he locks eyes with his roommate, mouth going dry and dick twitching in his boxers.

Wade only smiles, not at all hiding his obvious glance at Logan's crotch. "You want chocolate chips or blueberries in yours?"

Logan shakes his head. "In my what?"

"Pancakes, Peanut. In your pancakes."

"Oh. Yeah." Logan blinks, then scoffs a laugh to himself. "Yeah, Mouth. I'd, ah– blueberries. I'd like blueberries."

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selfishdoll · 1 year ago

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NOW PLAYING…. LOVE BELT

Hold me, hold me, hold me

FLUFFY SLEEP HCS

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, nanami kento, takuma ino, & shoko ieiri

cw. none? domestic, fluffy, ooc characters.

needed something cute and fluffy to combat these new leaks 😭

KASHIMO HAJIME.

refuses to go to sleep before you. when he’s ready to get into bed, you better be too. ( this is a joke, of course he wouldn’t force you to sleep at the same time as him. but.. he will follow you like a lost puppy until you’re ready to go to sleep. i’ll be right there, you can sleep haji. i’m fine, i’m not tired. )

like said in a previous drabble, his arm is always around you. he’s not gently touching you, not a hand on you, it’s an arm. tight around your waist, your back pulled into his front. your body is always facing away from the door, and there are times he will even cover you in his sleep. not to smother you, it’s a safety thing for him.

he’s a jujutsu sorcerer and no matter if you’re strong or not, he cares for you. more then he hoped for. so the second you move in your sleep whether on purpose or not, his eyes are opening and surveying your bedroom— assuring no danger is present.

prefers to remain clothed in sweats and a tshirt so he’s always warm. will remove his shirt if he need be, but most times he’s clothed.

gets up before you, but only gets out of bed when you do. until then he’ll just look around the room, plan his day in his head, and look at you. he has to refrain from kissing or touching your face, since he would hate to wake you up.

will urge you to get out of bed when it’s time, hajime just isn’t a lazy person, so he would hate for you to be. but if you wish to stay in bed, he’s sighing softly but remaining next to you, still holding you.

GOJO SATORU.

feel like he hogs the blanket.

kidding. he would never do such a thing.. maybe.

anyway, satoru is a little similar to hajime when it comes to sleeping with you. except, much more outspoken about it. when he just wants to take a quick nap he’ll go to the room (or somewhere else) by himself. but when it’s time to shut down for the day, he’s asking you to come to the room with him.

grabbing you gently, kissing your skin, urging you sweetly. he’s needy, like he can’t sleep properly without you by his side. as annoying as it seems, it’s cute to you.

when you finally give in you usually don’t go to sleep automatically. either reading a book or watching something. that’s fine, given he’ll come close, wrapping his arms around your waist. or pulling you to lay against his chest.

against his chest, you’ll hear his steady heartbeat, his breaths, the way they get just a bit deeper as time passes on. your fingers will intertwine, the man gently squeezing your smaller ones every so often.

you’ll speak about random things, hearing him give some hums because even if he isn’t completely listening, he wants you to know he cares.

did you hear me, satoru?

mhm. i heard you. knowing he’s blinking in and out of sleep.

soon enough you’ll hear his soft snores, looking back to see his head pressed into his pillow, arm lazily across your body.

it only takes moments before you shut the tv off, switch off the bedside lamp, and curl up into his arms, falling asleep too.

NANAMI KENTO.

nanami is different then satoru and hajime, as you’re the one that’s normally urging him to bed. he’s a stressed man whether when he’s a salaryman or a sorcerer, he has responsibilities to tend to. and as much as he hates working overtime, it usually ends up that way.

come on to bed, nanami.

i’ll be right there, i promise.

will smile at the way you hang on to him, attempting to wrap your blanket around him as well— as if seducing him to sleep. he’s gotten used to your tricks, simply patting your hand while his attention remained on the task at hand.

soon your legs would get tired, walking around his chair and taking a seat on his lap. you’ll lay on him, eyes closed and simply relishing in his presence. he allows you, sacrificing an arm to wrap around you to assure you don’t slide off.

an hour or so would pass, your soft snores entering his ear as he blinked tiredly. he was finally done. finally. his arms wrapped around you, securing you before standing up, walking out of the office with you in his arms.

once in the bedroom he places you onto your bed, shedding himself of his clothes to simply reside in his boxers. with a heavy sigh he’s crawling into bed, smiling when he feels you move closer to him. his arm wraps around your body, tugging you to his side.

most times nanami adapts to your sleeping habits. if you’re on your side he’s curled up behind you hand on your stomach, if you’re on your stomach he’s on his back, allowing you to sleep on his chest.

another one that likes to touch when he sleeps. prefers it actually. you’re his peace and he can’t sleep without that.

TAKUMA INO.

definitely a blanket hogger. the moment you mention it in the morning he’s apologizing with the silliest look on his face. he doesn’t do it on purpose.

ino is the kind that doesn’t really mind not sleeping together. sure, he’d want to, but he knows you two have different ideas of sleep schedules. he probably goes to sleep before you, dressed in some sweats and a shirt.

but the moment you come into bed, he’s waking up to cuddle you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his face into your breasts.

can you breathe, ino?

mhm...

i can literally hear you struggling.

the two of you probably move around a lot in your sleep, kicking each other, you spooning him, it’s a surprise how the two of you end up in the morning.

ino probably needs to be woken up since he ignores his alarms.

SHOKO IEIRI.

its pretty rare the two of you fall asleep at the same time or together at all. she works the night shift and is busy in general. sometimes when you are waking up, she’s going to bed. and not for long either.

on those special days you two can sleep together, shoko doesn’t really care what positions you two are in. she just wants to sleep.

will allow you to curl up at her side, hug her from behind, doesn’t matter as long as you are still and quiet.

sometimes if you’re still up she’ll lay her head in your lap, allowing you to stroke her hair and lull her to sleep.

unfortunately, these tender moments are interrupted if she’s on call.

#mani writes ━━ ★#mechahrt #hajime kashimo #hajime kashimo x black!reader #hajime kashimo x reader #jjk x black reader #black!reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk shoko #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #nanami x reader #fluff #gojo fluff #shoko x reader #takuma ino x black!reader #takuma ino

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elvhensinner · 6 months ago

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Fuck Around & Find Out

Kwon Eunbi smut 4.2k words Tags: Honeymoon sex, (Just got) Married, "Soft" & "Wholesome", Roleplay, Musk, Bondage, Very thick Eunbi T/W: Noncon, R A P E, Mindbreak A/N: I had a hard time proofreading this so pardon some doodoos and lack of eloquence at some parts ✌️

"Hey there, hubby." Eunbi squeals at that last bit, unable to contain herself as she welcoms you to the honeymoon suite. You linger at the full smile she had on before your eyes devour tonight's entrée.

You think back to all the pictures you have of her. You can't imagine any one of them topping your view tonight; Kwon Eunbi in her wedding lingerie.

A fine white mesh barely obstructs the sight of her legs.

A garter belt that connects her girdle to her thigh highs.

The thinnest of lace straps holding up her lace bra.

Asides from 'wedding night', you detect a theme for her attire: 'Clothes so tight that she's popping out', evident from plump parts of her body constricted here and there, practically eating the straps enveloped by the pudge of her body.

'Dummy thicc' worthy of the name. You couldn't wait to rip off what little clothes she had.

Tonight truly was a magical night, for besides finally getting married, tonight of all nights was when she finally decided to succumb to your bondage kink.

“Nnngghhhh” Eunbi whines, snapping you out of your trance. Squirms, even, probably from the lack of action on your part. “Hubby, I don’t know if I could hold this pose any longer without combusting.” There it is, her fluffy demeanor that contrasted her dynamite body. You remember why this is the first time she's agreed to this. Her legs attempt to cover her crotch area, but all it does is tighten the ropes around her shins.

“Seriously, I’m dying of embarrassment here. M-maybe you can take a picture so it could last longer.”

You take out your phone and fill the silent room with the sound of camera shutters. All angles of her beauty splayed out were yours to capture.

Once you leaned in closer. Your nose was immediately enchanted with her fragrance. Probably lotion. So elegant and warm. Almond shea body butter, if you remember correctly. Probably even applied a little extra, judging by the sheen of her skin. You get carried away and produce an audible sniff, making her giggle.

You've had enough. Her scent was the final nail in the coffin. The heat in your loins dictate your movement. In A Flash, your monkey suit drops to the ground.

“Are you ready to start, hubby?” she didn't need to ask twice. With just your boxers covering you, you bring your knees up to the bed and inch your way between her legs.

Your raging hog was already aligned to her crotch area, ready to rip off all the fabric in between should it need to, until she interrupts you with a clear of her throat.

“O-oh you must be the plumber… M-Mister plumber, could you give me a hand?” She pled with such a submissive, squeaky voice, stopping you in your tracks.

You were fully aware of her roleplaying kink, but you didn't think she'd bust that out tonight. 'Happy wife happy life', you thought, getting off the bed so you could reach her side to indulge in her fiction.

“Woah, what's happening here?” You said with a distorted, indistinguishable voice. Her nose flared, probably due to the comedic pitch you chose.

Getting her bearings back, Eunbi gets back in character "Well.. you scared my boyfriend... he thought you were my dad so he fled."

"Mmhm... and he's the one who tied you up?

"Yeah, b-but only 'cause we were trying something out... Could you help untie me?" she said in the tiniest, cutest voice. Even roleplaying she cant help but be all soft.

"Sure, sure" you said, as your fingers finagle the rope securing her arm.

"He's a lucky fella for you to agree to this." Once you’ve had your fill of hearing her whimpers and her small voice thanking you for untying her, your hands abandon its play pretend and lightly touching her arm. Tracing her wrist down to her arm. This made Eunbi twitch in 'shock'.

"Well it seems like your boyfriend's not coming anytime soon, so maybe I could replace him-"

"No please." She says in panic "I just really need to be untied."

"Mmhm sure you do" Your hands travel to her exposed tummy and rub her mid section sensually, making Eunbi bend her body to avoid the plumber’s curious hands.

“S-sir… could you please just focus on untying me?”

You filter out her words, too busy with groping the glory of a tied up Kwon Eunbi. You decide to tease her main attraction; her boobs. A pair so voluptuous that merely pinching her bra strap and tugging on it caused them to sway around with gravity.

It was moan after moan for Kwon Eunbi, clearly enjoying this too much. She dives deeper into fantasy:

“No mr. plumber. Those... those are for my boyfriend.”

“Ngghh.. I wore this for my boyfriend, but the filthy plumber’s the one enjoying it”

“Please don't do this. I dont want to be a disloyal girlfriend."

Spitting out more and more words push you past your tilting point. You pry a finger on her bra strap and —unlike the playful teasing from before— you retract your hand hard, making it snap. With her tits in the air, you dive in.

“S-sir sir sir, please unhand my ooohhh fuckk…. please, not my boobs, they’re my boyfriend’s favourite”

“Mmmh I can see why” still by her side, you had to make do with just one tiddy. Your hand grips and kneads, focusing between fondling her globes, and using two front fingers to flick her nipples to kingdom come, earning bigger and throatier moans from the tig bitty lady.

“He must be the luckiest man on earth to be able to fondle these tits every night. Do I fondle your boobs that same way your boyfriend does?”

“Fuck, I love this so much, baby-”

“E-ehem” you try and snap her right back into sticking with the script.

“I-I mean no. You don't do it the same way as my boyfriend. He usually kisses me while he fondles me…” her mouth tilts to your direction, already expecting your lips to touch hers. You fight off every instinct to give her plump, cherry-colored mouth a good frenching. You had other plans to escalate your night together.

"Y-you're not gonna fuck my face, now, are you mr. Plumber?.." She says, knowing full well that that was always how these nights of lust begin.

"Fuck it? Naaah, I'm gonna paint it." You reposition, having her beneath your wide-spread legs. It was too much for you. The lingerie, the roleplay, everything. You didn't mind an early exit, you just knew that your cock is gonna start ripping your boxers if you don't take it out and jerk it until your sweet release.

"Noooo my boyfriend never paints my face. Please don't do it mr. Plumber, sir. Anything but that, I hate ittttt." with your knowledge of her preferences, you knew she kinda meant that. 'I guess I'm fulfilling two of hubby's fantasies tonight... but he better pay me back later' she thinks to herself.

She hears your wet cock being jerked just above her face. Wanting to encourage you to make her eat your dick instead, Eunbi extends her neck to reach your member with her mouth. She only manages to place small kiss on it, however. This makes her she gasp and break character "Oh my..... You're so hard that its throbbing so so thick, baby."

You didnt have time to reply, your prejac instantly jets out to warm Eunbi's face. Wanting to respond in a manner that's genuine to the roleplay, Eunbi sounds out 'distress' and 'no's', but at the same time.

You moan through your high and finish covering every inch of her face with white. Eunbi's tongue curls to your dripping cum to get a taste of your addicting cum, but

"You must have skipped the pineapple juice tonight, huh, hubby?" she breaks character yet again, but this time you pay no mind, you had your heart set on which hole to paint next.

"I hope you like missionary." You knew she liked it. Loved it, in fact. Her doubts wash away with how her heart skips a beat. Her giddiness skyrockets when you remove yourself from bed and position right between her tied up legs.

Hiking her panties to the side, you make quick work with clipping your fingers inside her cunt to search for her beloved pleasure spot. Once you find her rough spot, you double, triple, down on it. Even using your bicep to bring her to bliss as fast as you can.

Kwon wails at this point. Slowly breaking her voice to show you how much she's close.

"You remember how I got into my bondage kink?" you suddenly ask out of the blue

"Y-yeah... mmmmhnnngghhh" Eunbi's cunt was a freeflowing faucet of wetness at this point "Your friend-- fuckkk-- he told you all about it and-- and..." she loses herself in pleasure, so much so that she slurps the mixture of drool and cum weighing down near her chin. "And you've been into it ever since-- Tell him I said thank you."

With one hand you continue murdering her cunt, while another reached up towards the tits you love.

You knew exactly how she liked her chest being played with: Using your index and middle finger to play with her nipples. Similar to rubbing a clit. Exactly the same fashion you fondled her breast a few minutes ago. Such knowledge over this woman was how you knew that her contorted face wasn't one of pleasure, but of discomfort.

You were all the way hard again, in a position to penetrate her soon. This makes you feel excited —finally this honeymoon suite will see some real action. This idea couldn't help but excite you, turning your gentle massage into an eager peppering. Using your thumb and index finger, you pepper away at her nipple. You were amazed at their elasticity. Too amazed. You tug and tug to no end, wanting this night to never end.

“Oh my… mr. plumber, that's not how my boyfriend usually does it... ughhh..... fuckk.... you’re so different from him and… Fuck…. mr. plumber’s being so rough with my tits. My boyfriend... h-he loves to treat me soft, but youre doing such a better job” She said in the most unconvincing of tones.

"Oh my.. you're ruining my body mr plumber- ohh.. oh-okay... wait.. fuck... ZUCCHINI"

You were surprised, she uses her safe word. It was quite a while since she had used it, but you knew exactly what it meant, so you retract your hands.

"Aww but we were getting to the good part, little miss helpless girl."

"You can drop the fake voice... ah fuck.... that one was.... that one was a little too much, Paul" She finally states a name. After her confusing mixed usage of mr. Plumbers, babys, boyfriends, and hubbys, it was quite refreshing to finally hear her mouth produce a name. Eunbi was panting, and had sweat building up on her forehead. She was set on wanting to throw in the towel with fulfilling your fantasy.

"Help me take off my blindfold." She said.

Not wanting this to end, you place both hands on her chest to pleasure her nipples the right way "No... nngghhh, Paul, its not about my tits. You've been acting weird all nigh-" she was interrupted.

Eunbi feels an inch of your cock enter her, as should husband and wife on their wedding night. Fireworks go off in your head, feeling her perfectly primed pussy on her wedding night. You were stunned. At a loss for words. This was amazing, until Eunbi had to ruin it with grunts of pain.

"you're not Paul......" she asks with labored breaths, trying to accommodate your size

"Shhhh with how well I know your body so well, I might as well be-"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???" Eunbi starts to squirm, trying to get you off. You give her the respect of seeing who you really are.

"Let's just say, Paul's had pretty loose lips recently."

"What the hell do you mean? Who the fuck are you?! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. PAAAAUL! PAAAUL, WHERE ARE-" you grab her cheeks with one hand, squishing them to make her stops.

"How the hell do you think I know how to touch you?"

"Paul put you up to this?" Eunbi had pleading eyes looking up at you.

"Well yes and no... In his defense he was just trying to brag about how much 'you melt from his touch'. With accompanying pics and videos, I might add. Your man sent one too many pictures that it wasn't hard to track you down. You'd be amazed by how easy it is to find things via reverse image search. From that point, its simple math. Tux + Wedding + some alcohol for good ol' Paul."

"Where's, Paul?" she said in an assertive voice

"Shhh, its not polite to talk about other people in bed. Don't worry, with how much I know about you, you might as well continue roleplaying."

"Untie me, you pig." she says

"Not a chance, cow" you grip her tits hard, making her nipples bugle out off the gaps of your fingers. With some micromovements, your skin teases her nubs of sensitivity, making her go still.

"You... you're the reason Paul suddenly wanted this out the blue..." she pieces together.

"Hey, Its not my fault he's such a copycat. But hey, I ain't complaining"

With a clear painting, Eunbi's brain fires off at every direction, feeling every emotion, and wielding rage like a steel hammer. Eunbi doesn't care if you tease her nipples anymore. With all her might she sways her body, powers her limbs, screams at the top of her lungs, everything she needs to get herself out of the ropes she put on herself. This made you unhand her and simply sit back.

"I don't see what the problem is. I know your body. Just pretend I'm the same size as your new husband's and it would be like I'm Paul-"

"You shut your mouth. Your cock is nowhere as big as Paul's." she bites back, not even bothering to take a gander at the snake between your legs before continuing her struggle.

It was quite a sight, the woman who left nothing for your imagination was squirming in vigor, producing a sight of nothing but pure sex. The way her tits sway and her pussy clenches was magnificent in and of itself.

With the lack of intervention from the outside world, it seems like Paul wisely paid extra for the soundproofed room. Easing the final worry of your crime.

You give Eunbi a chance, sitting down in between her legs and allowing her to walk out should she succeed in breaking free.

With a smile on your face, one of the reasons you loved bondage unfolds itself in front of you.

There was nothing more delicious than seeing the fighting spirit of a woman. Mustering what little ounce of hope they could, wishfully thinking that Yes. I can get out of this.

You thank the heavens for convincing Paul to opt for the premium ropes. They were certainly holding their own against the thrashing of a grown woman.

You palm Eunbi's pussy, making sure that each one of her struggles would cause her thick labia to grind agaisnt your hand.

"For someone who claims they wanna get free, you sure are grinding your pussy on my hand hard. Hahahaha" Eunbi has grown deaf and numb from your games. She only had one thing in her mind right now.

Your phone camera reads 30 minutes. Watching her go through the motions of anxiety and action has lost its charm. With a final attempt to break free, Eunbi flexes all her muscles to no avail. She drops her limbs, defeated.

You hear her huff and puff, probably exhausted from her hour long clenchings.

Having your fun, and having little to no action for yourself for the past half hour. You get back up on your knees and close your phone.

"Hey, A for effort." you said, laying flat on her body as you hug her, cusping her cheek and looking at her straight in the eye. The fury in them lights a fire under you. Your first attack shall be on her neck. Diving right in, you inhale her scent and mix her sweat with your saliva.

She smelled so good just earlier, but now she reeked of her natural musk. It was like her profuse sweating pushed all the fragrance out of her skin.

With how hard you pressed your face to her body, you could feel the pores on her skin. From her jaw to her armpit to the area around her boobs, you had to make sure you inhaled every essence of her porn body. Your exploration took you to every curve of her torso, every divot, every crevice, smelling the fear and pheromone that pierced through the lotion she wore for Paul tonight. Eunbi squeals to no end, graciously adding background music to your manic deed.

"Where are my manners" Your hand glides around her top, gathering spit and sweat. Well lubricated, you insert 3 fingers inside of her in an instant. Eunbi's body tenses up and makes your hear the beautiful sound of ropes tighten once more.

"You sick fuck" she says in a weak voice, obviously trying hard not to give you the satisfaction of her moans. You knew her body, so you knew how to touch her.

"They say that some rape victims often forget everything that happened to them due to the trauma. Here's to hoping you don't forget how good I am in bed." you laugh, as you continue to violate her birth hole.

After teasing her; bringing her to the edge and then stopping, edging and edging and edging, you decide that its time for your own pleasure.

'Missionary, her favorite.' You think back to Paul's notes, as you take position. “Now lets see just how deep I’ll get"

You lay your cock on her, your base rests on her entrance. while the cockhead all the way up, sizing up how far you'll reach. Eunbi’s eyes almost pop out upon looking down and seeing how the tip of your cock easily reached her tummy.

"Please... stop..." she said as you got off her and aim your cock on her leaking cunt.

"You should have told your husband that." You take your phone and show you all the pictures and videos that Paul had been sharing to you all this time. The delicious trust that he had for you was endearing. Or was it ignorance? Perhaps the anonymity made him think he was bulletproof.

Distracted from your phone, was the best time to pierce Kwon Eunbi, “Don’t worry. If it wont fit, then I’ll make it fit.” Applying pressure, Eunbi groans and starts to let you hear her weeping.

"Heey hey..." You comfort her pretty little head, wanting her to calm down before you say "Remember to open those legs wide for me, Eunbi. I’m not as big as your husband, remember?” you chuckle, a glint of mercy shows from your joke, one short-lived as your patience grows thin. You spread her legs yourself, so far off to the point of pain.

You wanted her to be tight, you wanted her pussy to grip your dick so hard that it could turn to diamond. But what Eunbi had in store for you? Was much. Much. Better.

Your cock laced with precum only had to push past her puffy labia. From then on, your cock was a key that perfectly fit the lock of Eunbi's pussy. Amused, you leave her pussy, and try entry again. Paul's woman weeps from this, again and again you repeat your actions, as if she were built for nothing but your amusement. Seeing her, you wipe her tears and give her a smile. With your cock withdrawn from her depths, you nod your head, as if asking a question. Eunbi shakes from left to right. You sigh and exit her tasty cunt. Looking like you were discouraged.

Such a ploy paved the way to seeing her fill up with hope and drain back out. You weren't letting go of this one. Eunbi's pussy has got to be one of the fattest pussies you’ve ever pounded. Her pussy was perfection. The little bend of your cock allowed you to grind your swollen cockhead to what little gap her filled pussy had left.

Eunbi started to ease her agitated expression. In fact, the both of you did. It felt Like Heaven for the both of you that you two had a couple of dumb, mindless faces.

"Heey, look who's here. Its your hubby~" you snap her out using another one of your ploys, a bait she gladly takes as her head flicks to the door.

Your free hand guides her head to face yours. “He's in front of you, silly~"

"No no, you're not-" you spit on her face

"Yes I am. Go ahead, call me hubby”

“n-no…” preparing to spit once more, you decide consent was nonsensical at this point.

“But wifey~" disregarding her disapproval, you go ahead and steal the moniker from their relationship “Its our honeymoon~”

She had nothing but eyes filled with fear and tears whilst staring up at you. You slow down your ravishing, eventually putting it to a halt.

From the moment your cock entered Eunbi, you've been noticing how much her volume increases whenever your cock kisses a certain part of her insides.

Face to face, you watch her react to your ace in the hole. Its not like your were jackhammering her. No. You simply pressed your cock hard on her special place. Same position, same angle, full sustained strength. You swear you could feel her wall bumping outwards with how much your cock was pressing on it.

Like a madwoman, Eunbi shouts with the entirety of her being. The escalation from calm to panic was exquisite, from her eyes shooting open to her screech pushing past her throat.

"NOT THERE! OH PLEASE DEAR FUCKING GOD NOT THERE!!!"

she screams lies past her teeth. Eunbi's reaction was so visceral. As if possessed, her body lifts off the bed, not mindful of her arms and legs secured. You graciously accompany her upwards, making sure to stay connected.

Her disgruntled moans were continuous, leaving a constant gap on her mouth. An invitation you gladly accept, sucking out both breath and spit; as if you needed anything more to remind you that you own her tonight.

Cock in. Mouth together. Your fingers reclaim its rightful plush throne atop her boobs.

Your core was about to give out with your current position, still applying pressure on her sweet spot. A few more swipes on her nipples were all it took for you to finally reap her sow. It looked cute, the way she orgasms. A muscle from the V lines of her hip spasms in and out. Your cock was compressed to no end when Kwon Eunbi's cream tries and tries to push your member out of her. Her condensed nectar engulfs her cunt and then your cock.

"Hu...bby....." Eunbi finally says, with her body still suspended mid-air. The line between love and hate fades, and along it, Eunbi's sanity. Nevermind the fact that she was calling for help, you choose to believe she's finally yours.

You guide her bum back to bed, seemingly necessary with how her face and body froze, and her pupils vibrate. After much consideration, you decide it was time to meet Eunbi in heaven. Your hips only had one goal: To resume fucking her. Thankfully, bucking your hips forward didn't make her squeal anymore. No whines nor moans were left. Just anguish 'love'.

It seems like she's finally broken 'warmed' up to you. Without restraint, you fuck her glorious pussy, still ladened with her own cum, bottoming out so hard that what little voice she had left couldn't be heard over the squeaking bedframe.

"Since Paul loves these so much. I'm gonna help them grow. Even. Bigger." You grip her tits. Grip. Truthfully, no word will ever do justice to the roughness your hands show her tits. Using them as handles, you chase after your orgasm. Wanting to finally pay back Paul for all the times he's sent you pictures of Eunbi, each one leading you to this moment. A gift that will reveal itself 9 months later. A gift that will make Eunbi's already-bountiful bosom blossom. The gift of life.

Lights almost go out as your virile cum pushes past her cunt and squirts straight into her womb. It was fireworks. The perfect punishment to Paul's mishap.

You lay in bed. Using one of Eunbi's meaty arms as your pillow. She was still tied up, but that didn't stop you from cuddling the woman as if she were yours. You look below, thankfully, hiking her panties as high up as the fabric can hold prevented your baby batter from leaking out.

You trace her belly, excited about how much larger it will be in a matter of months. Looking at her face devoid of emotion —no will to live whatsoever— you give her a kiss goodbye, and a rub on her head for doing a good job at being such a good toy for you tonight.

You leave, with your number on her phone, and her state a shriveled husk of a woman.

You pass by the room you had put Paul in before making sure he was drunk as all hell. It wasn't even locked. Bastard was just out of it.

You scoff. Walking a little taller as you think to yourself

'Fuck around and find out.'

Reason why I wrote this smut: For the Nth time, my close friend has bragged about his "catch of a girlfriend". I didn't think jerking off to his gf's pics (the ones that he himself sent) was enough of a punishment, so I wrote a fic about it too. As I'm writing this, I am intoxicated with the idea that everyone who jerked off to this fic is in a way jerking off to his girl 😋 Whenever I was stuck in this fic, I was totally thinking of how I'd fuck his girl.

Welp this certainly took a dark turn... I am honestly shocked at myself with how this one turned out. And I say "turned out" because this had a different draft and story line before I moved it over to Tumblr to polish it. I think the pressure of not wanting the storyline/ending to be same the as Doggy Cam's (where its revealed that the idol actually likes) got to me. Lol! But hey, at least I got noncon off the list now! Hoping to move on to a fluffy smut after this cause it was legit "...oof what did I write" for me by the end of this one 😅

#kwon eunbi #smut #izone eunbi #eunbi #izone smut #IZ*ONE smut #cheating

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Silence can never be bought, only rented.

pt. 2 of 6, 2.5k | dbf!Joel x fem!reader | 18+

picks up after Pt 1 . Story Master List

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“You’re right, it’s gettin’ hot." he starts unbuckling his belt and your heart skips a beat. As he pulls his tight jeans down over his bulge, his boxers start to come with them, revealing a small, circular scar, then a sliver of neatly trimmed salt and pepper hair. The glimpse makes your knees weak.

Thank you @dark-scape for the mini mood boards!

Warnings/notes: no-outbreak AU. Reader confident in string bikini, there may be more to joel than meets the eye. Legal age gap. Masturbation. cumshot. Kinda dom reader. i don't know all triggers, not used to detailed warnings in my usual fandoms sorry

NEXT: PART 3

Catch up on Part 1

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It's June in Texas. You packed your swimsuit this weekend. You don't know why Joel would wear a jacket in this weather anyway. Hopefully he doesn't fuck your stepmother while he's breaking it off. In the big scheme of things, one more time wouldn't make much of a difference. It's more about the fact that he's your property now.

Back at your friend's place, you plug in your phone across the room while you settle in to watch another movie. Her new sound system is badass, so you don't hear it when your phone rings, but she does.

She’s a lot closer to it than you are, so you tell her she can send it to voicemail. She leans over and looks at the screen.

“Joel." Her eyes widen. "DILF Joel??”

You scrunch your face up. “Gross, he's like 50.”

“Okay, what does non-DILF Joel want?” She rightfully uses finger quotes around "non." In the back of your mind, you always knew Joel was hot. It turns out, you had no idea.

You sigh, “Probably just checking on me while my Dad is away.” You're tempted to tell her–at least the part where Joel is fucking your stepmother–but for now, you don't. You enjoy being the only one who knows and could ruin both of them.

“So why not answer?”

“Guess I just don’t feel like talking.”

She looks at you sympathetically. She knows why you came home this weekend. You needed a change of scenery after things got messy with a guy you were seeing. “I get it,” she says. “But I promise you’re gonna be over him before you know it. Then on to the next,” she smiles.

If only it were that easy. You really don’t feel like going back and facing life. Technically Chad is right, you never defined your relationship or agreed to be exclusive. But you spent so much time together, and he said he loved you. You know he’s a chode and not at all worth your tears. You just hate feeling so powerless. On the plus side, you've barely thought about Chad at all since the moment you first saw Joel's truck this weekend.

Your phone dings. Your friend looks at it.

“Who leaves voicemail?” she asks. It dings again and her face gets serious. "Oh, shit. You should really call him. He said Trouble."

"That's just what he calls me." You suppress a smirk at the nominal determinism.

"Oh, yeah. Ugh. I hate that I'm gonna miss the HOG barbecue this year. "

HOG. . . Hot Old Guy. She really tickles herself pink with that. Your dad and Joel cook out at Joel's pool every independence day with a couple of other friends, and you normally bring her.

Your phone dings again. She looks at the screen and side-eyes it.

"What?" You ask

"You should block Chad."

You feel a rush of satisfaction followed by shame as you eagerly go over and look at the phone.

Chad: miss u already.

In a way, it’s the best possible message, but seeing the dumb way he writes, your shame is replaced by anger.

"God what an asshole," you fume. You don't respond.

You finish watching the movie, and eventually start catching up on Joel's texts. Come out and talk to me for one minute. A pit forms in your stomach. He was here? Are you that predictable?

When it's time to leave and you get to your car, there's a note. It's the same one you left on Joel's truck, the one that said You're sick. There's a response scrawled under your writing:

You have no idea.

Your heart races as you look around the street. How dare he? And why are your cheeks burning?

You start driving back to your apartment. It’s well under two hours away, it's still afternoon, and you don’t know what you'll do with the day when you get back. Laundry, you guess. You can hardly bear the thought of being back there alone with your thoughts.

Instead of 35 South to San Antonio, you find yourself on Joel's street. Joel is a successful contractor and has a nice house. Comically high-security, too. Today, the gate is already disarmed, so you don't have to put in the code or talk to him. You park in his big wraparound driveway, grab your bag, and head around back. The pool gate is disarmed, too. You enter the code to the pool house door.

When you walk in, the air conditioning blasts on and it's freezing. Kind of obnoxious in a state with a power grid crisis. You throw your stuff down on the big couch, not bothering to go any further. You strip down to your underwear, ass facing the window. Then you put your swimsuit cover-up over your underwear. Feigning modesty, you take your underwear out from under the cover-up and replace it with your two-piece.

When you come out, Joel is sitting in a zero gravity lounge chair across the pool in front of the big glass windows of his house. When you see him, your heart skips a beat, even though it’s no surprise. It’s like when you’ve been thinking about someone so much they practically become a celebrity in your mind, even if they don’t deserve it.

You bring your bag out to the deck and sit across the pool from him. He’s wearing the same tight, blue t-shirt and jeans. Now he has on Ray Bans and flip flops instead of boots.

You slather your sunscreen on as he watches. He doesn't bother pretending not to watch. You slip your hands inside the cups of your bikini top, lotioning up your breasts. He adjusts himself, which sends a tingling rush to your core.

Once your sunscreen is dry, you wade into the pool. You walk around aimlessly, then swim over to his side, keeping your head above water. When you get to the edge, you rest your forearms on the deck, then put your head down on the crook of your arm and float your legs behind you.

“Come to give me my jacket?” he asks.

“I don’t know how you’re wearing jeans, much less a jacket." You lift your head to look at him.

“You’re right, it’s gettin’ hot." he starts unbuckling his belt and your heart skips a beat.

He stands up, and as he's pulling his tight jeans down over his bulge, his boxers start to come with them, revealing a small, circular scar, then a sliver of neatly trimmed salt and pepper hair. The glimpse makes your knees weak. He pulls the elastic waistband up and leaves the boxers on. He sits down again and crosses his ankles.

You ask, “How’d it go?”

“Oh, about how you’d expect.”

“How long were you fucking her?”

“Does it matter?”

“You’re gonna tell me everything I ask.”

“Few months. Look, Trouble, I’m human at best. She came onto me.”

“Knew you’d say that.”

“What if I could prove it?”

You don’t say anything. He takes out his phone and scrolls for a while, then brings it to the edge of the pool. You watch his heavy quads quake with each step but avert your eyes while he bends his knees. You have no interest in seeing his balls or anyone else’s. His boxers tighten around his muscular thighs as he sits down and lowers his feet into the pool right next to you.

“There,” he says, handing you his phone. You can barely see in the sunlight and don’t really care who initiated it anyway.

“Why don’t you just get a girlfriend?” you ask.

“You wanna set me up?” he smiles. “Got any single friends?”

“Why don’t you ask Sarah? She’s older than me.”

He grabs his chest like you shot him. Sweat is blotching his softwash t-shirt already.

You hand his phone back.

"There's one inside for you," he says. "It's on the counter." He gestures through the window.

"One what?"

"iPhone pro. Since you can't seem to answer whatever piece of crap you're using."

"What do I need an iphone pro for?"

"They didn't have the regular one in blue."

Your favorite color is a nice touch, but an iPhone isn't going to make this all go away.

"How’s it goin’ with what’s his name?”

“Chad? It’s not.” You hate him for bringing up Chad. You harden your face, but it isn't convincing.

Joel nods regretfully and there's a long moment of silence.

“You’re better than him, Trouble."

You don't say anything.

"Shit, you can have any guy you want.”

You can't see his eyes behind his shades, but something in his voice tells you how hungrily he's looking at you.

You still don't say anything.

Joel stretches his leg and the top of his foot grazes your quad, then your inner thigh. All your blood rushes to your loins. You don't move. He strokes your other inner thigh with the arch of his foot, getting a little higher with each pass. A tent forms in his boxers and he adjusts himself again.

“See what you do to guys?” The top of his foot brushes your crotch and you throb. When he tries to slip a toe inside the fabric, you float out of reach.

“You’re not a guy, you're a grown man.”

"Exactly. And he's just a guy."

"A grown man and a pervert." A wave of anger hits you when you remember your stepmother. "And apparently you'll fuck anything."

If he's still listening, he ignores it.

“God damn. Look at you.” He shamelessly palms himself over his boxers and suddenly his body is the only thing on your mind again: The way his naked ass flexed while he looked at you. The length of his cock slamming into her when he came. And now it's right there for your taking. Your core churns needily, slickening itself for what it desperately wants. Too bad he doesn't deserve it.

“Yeah. . . ” Your hands slowly reach behind your back to unfasten your top as you sink down into the water. "Look at me," you echo as you take the halter over your head.

You lie back with your nipples above the water line, lazily floating and barely pushing yourself around in the water, watching him watch you.

He takes a deep breath and his lips part. He digs the heel of his palm into his boxers. You grip the deck with one hand. You hover just far away enough that he can't touch you. He picks up his phone, swipes it, puts it down. He exhales through pursed lips and adjusts himself again.

"Take it out," you tell him, then lean back, jutting your tits into the air again.

"Yes ma'am," he growls.

He reaches into his boxers and holds his hard cock with the tip pointed toward you.

"The whole thing." You nod at it.

He pulls the fabric back.

"Now take your hands away."

"God almighty," he groans as he complies. He sits back with his hands on the pool deck.

Big mistake if your goal is to stay in control. This is going to take more restraint than you thought.

"Take off your sunglasses," you demand.

The sky is getting cloudy enough. He complies.

It’s the only cock you’ve ever seen that actually makes you salivate. Thick, slightly tapered, circumcised, prominent tip. Salt and pepper peeking out from the fabric and creeping up the base. You recall for the hundredth time how he felt pressed up against you by your car the night before.

Your nipples harden and his cock bounces on its own. He inhales deeply through his nose, his chest stretching his sweaty t-shirt. You wet your lips and he exhales loudly. You approach his knees and rest your hands on his thighs, letting your nipples graze his shins. His phone buzzes and he ignores it.

A bead of precum grows at the head of his cock. He clenches his jaw.

“Go ahead,” you tell him as you back away. He gathers the precum with his thumb and begins to stroke himself slowly. He’s proportional - His massive hand is a good fit.

“I’m gonna put this back on in two minutes,” you tell him, dangling your swimsuit top in your hand.

He shakes his head slowly. “Yeah, you would.”

He looks down at himself then back up at you. His eyes darken. The vein on his hand makes you weak - his big, masculine hand wrapped around his thick cock. . .

His breath becomes ragged, his eyelids get heavy.

You disappear below the water, and when you resurface, you come to the edge of the pool between his legs. You plant your hands just above his knees and inhale his musk from several inches away as you watch.

“Thirsty?” he breathes.

“Hell no. Just wanna see what a sicko's cum looks like.”

He smirks, then it fades. The dark, hungry look on his face makes you breathe heavier, throb harder, and twitch.

His ass clenches and he points the tip directly at your neck, then he groans as a hot, white rope meets your collarbone and the halter tie. A few more ropes gurgle into his fist.

“Gross,” you say. But you ache for him so badly. “You know, a gentleman always asks.”

“I'm a sicko, remember?" He dips his hand in the pool, shakes it around, then wipes his hands on his boxers and puts his dick away. "Give me a minute."

You dip your head under the halter tie of your bikini top to put it back on, but you let it float, not covering your breasts. He pushes himself up and grabs his phone. He looks at it and says under his breath, "gotcha, pendejo.” Then tells you, "I've gotta make a call." He pulls on his jeans but leaves them unbuckled. Somehow, that’s even hotter than his pantsless look, but you’re miffed that he got dressed so quickly.

You would've made him take off his shirt, but you love the way it stretches with every move he makes. Half of it is dark with sweat now. His back is a sight to behold as he walks over to the watertight, faux wicker box with the dry towels. You squeeze your thighs together and clench around nothing.

He pulls out two perfectly folded towels and you wonder out loud, "Are you fucking your maid, too?"

"Not this one," he says matter of factly. He drops a towel on the deck near you, then goes into the house.

He stands in his large window, spreads his feet as he does something on his phone, then looks at you as a water jet blasts into your thigh right at crotch level.

How devious of him.

You shift your hips slightly, just like he knew you would, and try to manage your best poker face as you let the jetstream carry you over the edge. You close your eyes before they roll back in your head. Your core implodes and your whole body pulses as a much-needed orgasm is wrenched out of you. Your mouth falls slack and you open your eyes in time to see him watching you with his phone to his ear. He smirks as the jetstream fades, then walks away.

You lay your head in the crook of your arm and let your bikini float near your breasts as you recover, with the occasional aftershock. Then, you hear his truck start up and drive away. Asshole.

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pedge-page · 8 months ago

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LOVEDDDD PLUSHY X PK!! WE NEED PREGNANT READERx PLUSHYx PK 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

ITS HERE!

Notes: Set in the Plushies!verse where reader is pregnant (NOT Joel dealing with Preggo Wife couple). for extra content/background, you can read Plushies!Joel and Reader discovering their PK, and Plushies!Joel and Reader pregnancy Bonus chapter

Warnings: PISS KINK, Plushies humping, PISS on PLUSHIES, Joel cumming in boxers, "dry" humping (no actual sex but it sure as hell isnt dry here either), Daddy ish kink like once (I didn't count man this isnt proof read)

18+ ONLY

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Ever since getting pregnant with Big Bad Mr Joel Miller’s big fat fucking kid (that you may have “begged” him to put in you—on accident), your back has not experienced pain like this since said baby-daddy body slammed you into a brick wall in a dingy alley when you hooked up outside a bar. He proceeded to tend to your back all night with kisses and soft rubs and lotions, and ended up learning of Joel very peculiar double sided dynamic.

You slide your keys on the counter only for them to fall down to the ground. With a moon sized belly, you weren’t even gonna bother bending to pick it up. That’s the floors problem (and future you that needs to get around)’s problem. Not yours.

You waddle towards the bedroom. Grateful for your plushie obsession being the one thing you were prepared for: a wall of fluff and comfort conforming to your body 24/7. You rotate with little tippy steps until you’re facing the wall, then collapsing backwards on the bed slowly, only to be met with a squirmy hard lump that grips your belly securely from nearly tossing you off the side:

“YEOOW!”

He lurches in pain as your elbow dug into his side and ass smashed his poor dick under the crushing weight of you.

“JOEL! GET OFF MY BED!” You scream, kicking and flailing uselessly in his grasp. He’s still buried under the mountain of plush with your big body plastered atop him, but he won’t let go either.

“It’s OUR bed, babydoll,” he groans. you turn your head to the side to see his hooked nose just barely peeking above your BunBun’s fluffy cotton tail. He shakes his noggin side to side to get fresh air across his face and to make eye contact with you, your head resting against his shoulder.

“I was just takin’ a nap, no need to get snippy,” he grumbles. He kisses your cheek and rubs along your belly.

“My plushies,” you mumble with a pout, folding your arms over your chests.

The awkward position only makes it more difficult to get comfortable. Joel’s crazy strength alone is one thing, but the gravity of having an additional 25 pounds on your mid section is somehow giving him the upper hand in holding you against him. You wanted to fall on soft, cottony clouds and colorful friends that you had collected over the years, not a hard man with his hard belt digging into your spine and his even harder cock poking your ass hogging them for his personal nap blanket.

“Joel.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to get up.”

“Why?”

“I need to—“

“I CAN DO IT! LETS DO IT TOGETHER!” He rolls you to the side like a rotating hot dog and immediately fists a plushie, shoving it between your spread legs. “S’okay little Momma, do ya thing.” He’s hanging over you, his pupils wide and mouth curved into an excited smirk, practically drooling at the space between your legs. While one knuckle presses the plush (of which you can’t even see over your belly) at your crotch, the other is rubbing circles into the squishy part of your pelvis.

You shake your head. “I don’t need to fucking masturbate, I need to pee!”

Joel tilts his head in confusion. “I thought that’s what we were doin’?”

“IM NOT PEEING ON THE—“ you drag the plush squeezed in his hand from out below you so you can get a good look at who’s about to be sacrificed—“ON PINKY THE POLAR BEAR!!!”

He snatches the stuffed animal back and glides it between your thighs again, this time with his knee pressed tight so it’s sandwiched just out of your reach. “Pinky aint about to be a good name f’him—how bout yellow-y, or piss-y or pee-y—OH how about PINKY—! Oh no wait a minute…”

“Jooooeeell!!!!”

He starts rubbing harder against your mound, licking his lips as you begin to flounder helplessly. “Give it ta me, princess, Daddy Bear’s gonna take care of everything, you just do what ya do best, so beautiful f’me, Fuck me, that’s my good girl, yeah, yeah do it angel.”

But you shake your head. Your hips sway side to side, but between him and the mountain of stuffed animals surrounding you and the lump of a swell at your belly, there’s no where to run. “No! I’m not doing that—ugughhh—shit again!”

Joel pouts his lips, not letting up his assault. “Please! You liked it so much last time, remember?!”

“That—was an accident!!!” You lie. No you didn’t want to piss on a stuffed animal again, for fear it will reawaken something inside you that should have never surfaced in the first place: that you might enjoy it. “I don’t want to ruin Pinky!”

“I’ll toss her in the wash!” He nods quickly ,as if it’s a good deal. As if you were even getting a say in the matter.

“NO!!!”

But Joel ignores you. He leans back, and you can just barely see off to the side the massive boner he’s got pressing painfully in his jeans. He quickly unzips himself, his boxers still on but his cock having more room to breathe, spilling out in front to make a large grey tent. He hooks his thighs under your calves, hoisting himself close to you so that both of your core’s are only one squished polar bear stuffie apart.

“That’s it baby—fuck yeah,” he groans heartily. With one arm leaned behind him to hold himself up, he grinds against the animal, in tern grinding against your clit and suffocating your pussy. His other hand is splayed over your bladder, his palm thrumming down deep with each roll of his hips.

You’re trapped. Your tummy is full, your badder is even fuller, and Joel’s so lost in a piss/plushie drunk state that there’s no getting to him now until he gets what he wants.

Toes curling in, shaking from the pain of your walls breaking, all you can think is ‘I’m sorry Pinky’ as you let out a yelp that had lodged itself in your throat. your hands slap over your eyes as you cunt squeezes out the pregnancy-piss-poor storage of urine that had built up so quickly inside, releasing it onto the plush’s innards.

Joel grunts one last time and goes silent to confirm it’s happening. “Oh fuck—Oh Fuck yeah baby holy shit!” He pulls you in even closer so that his balls are sunk right under your ass. There’s a faint hissing of your piss blessing his ears as it drenching the bear, who’s getting yellower and heavier as you continue to go. Joel moans, eyes rolling when he rolls himself tighter against you, and the warm liquid begins to seep onto his underwear. “OOOHhhh ugughh yeahhhhh,” he whines, and soon he’s cumming inside his boxers with your warm piss costing his shaft, sticking the fabric to him like a wet hug.

“That’s my Momma bear, pissin’ all over her lil toys, showin’ em who’s boss.” He hazily wedges his thumb under the hood of your clit and begins rubbing, pushing his hips closer so your slit is completely surrounded by the squelching warm wet cotton of your own pee-soaked Pinky.

His encouragement flies right to your lower belly. You bite your lip as you begin to shake, back arching best it can in the current position with a silent scream as pleasure washes over your entire body. It’s wrong, so wrong how freeing and good he makes it all feel, like he’s conditioning you to feel pissing your stuffed animals is a rewarded behavior.

Fuck this guy.

You both sigh out into the air, panting hard. Joel doesn’t bother to move or clean anything. He’s too busy basking in the wet, debauched mess between both of your spread legs. Your underwear, the once innocent and dry Pinky, his jeans and boxers now darkened, heavy, and sticking to skin with the cooling remnants of your glorious piss.

“You—“ you rasp, pointing to him with a lazy finger but unable to lift yourself from your orgasmic mind. “YOu’re cleaning—everything.”

Joel just lets out a half laugh, half choke, nodding. “I know.” He bends forward and kisses the top of your swollen stomach, the part that didn’t get soaked from the water sports. Girthy hands rub along your thighs soothingly as he makes out with your pregnant tummy.

You fist a bunch of dry plushies and droop them over your head, hoping to smother yourself in a Plushie heavenly sleep and deal with the aftermath of your new kink tomorrow.

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billthedrake · 1 year ago

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BIRD IN THE HAND (PART FOUR)

Paul Ricciardi didn't cook but he was used to clean up duty at his house. So it was natural to offer now. It had been weird, in a good way, to see his little brother come out and have his first real relationship, at 48. John was clearly head over heels for Cole, and even over dinner they'd trade glances in a honeymoon kind of way.

Paul was happy for John, but damnit even seeing that 20-something hottie made him pine for some hot guy-on-guy sex. It was an itch he hadn't scratched the last seven months. Maybe it was for the best, but Paul hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told John seven months ago that no one could live up to Cole's hotness. The FBI deputy director had gone through withdrawals from being cut off from Cole Walker's ass. He was still going through them.

"Let me get this, Paul," John said as he walked into the kitchen with the empty beer glasses and picking up a spare dish towel and slinging it over his meaty shoulder. John always had the more jacked body, but lately, it was like he'd gone hog wild with his workouts. His little bro was the opposite of little - not overly musclebound but definitely big all over.

"Nah, man," Paul objected. "I told ya, I got this."

John smirked, and Paul thought it was just because his brother was playing some etiquette game. But the younger agent leaned in and whispered, "Bro... Cole's back in the bedroom right now... if you're interested."

Paul gulped. His immediate reaction was to think it was a trap. "Come on, John," he objected, but already his face was flushing read.

John held his brother's gaze steady and gave a friendly nod. "Seriously, Paul, the stud's craving some Head Honcho time."

"Head Honcho?" Paul asked with a surprised chuckle.

John flashed a grin. "His nickname for you, bro." He patted Paul's shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze. "He's in total heat tonight. If you're not gonna go fuck him, I will."

Paul felt hot and his throat felt tight. "No, no... I wanna," came the reply out of his mouth. He took one more good look at his brother's face. He didn't want to mess their relationship up, but he also didn't want to pass on what was being offered. "If you give the OK, John."

"Have at it, Tiger... trust me," he said. Already he was starting the water in the sink and rinsing the dishes.

Paul didn't rush back to the bedroom, but he walked briskly, already unbuttoning his button-down shirt. As he rounded the corner he could see the kid... 24 now and still collegiate and youthful. Amazing ex-soccer body that had only been honed by steady gym time since his Georgetown days, a classic bubble ass that had to be half genetics and half dedicated work.

Cole Walker clearly knew what drew the Ricciardi brothers to him like a moth to flame.

"Hey," the jocky dude said dreamily as he stretched face down on the bed and looked back. Cole's voice was alluringly deep.

God, it was almost like the seven months had never happened and Paul was boning up for a quickie. But if anything the FBI man wanted the kid more badly now. He untucked his shirt and undid his belt. "I take it you're OK with this, too."

Cole nodded. "John and I have talked a lot about it. We want this," Cole replied. "I want this." He turned to face forward and slightly arched his back before hiking that round, smooth muscular ass up.

Goddamn, Paul's throat went dry. Hurriedly he stripped the rest of his clothes off and climbed up onto the bed, on top of Cole's taut, fit shorter body. The kid felt warm and the skin of his younger muscle felt dry against Paul's hairy chest. The law man kissed excitedly along Cole's strong neck and pawed at the hottie's arms and upper body.

This was all the foreplay the kid was gonna get though. The lube was out already and Paul helped himself. A seven month dry spell - at least outside of his marriage - was about to end.

"God fucking damn," he growled as he pressed inside that warm, snug ass. Cole was still tight but the kid took Paul's fat tool more readily than before in. John had broken the younger stud in, and that idea excited Paul. He barreled his tool all the way in.

"Fuck yeah," Cole hissed. "Fuck me, sir."

Paul did just that, with a few hard, deep shoves before working up to a faster fuck. "YOu missed Daddy's cock, boy?" His hips were working extra hard to pile drive the kid, making up for lost time.

Cole shook his head no. "John's my Daddy now. You're Uncle Paul."

Jesus, fuck, the kid was pervy, more than Paul ever dreamed. "Christ," he muttered, but mostly his reaction was to go wild on Cole's ass. Heavy, full-body thrusts in and out. A fuck that made the mattress bounce in time. Cole loved it but the whimpers were on the cusp of pleas to stop. They only made the lawman fuck harder.

"UNNNF!" Paul hissed as he came, all too soon. He'd probably lasted two minutes inside Cole's hole. He paused and caught his breath before he pulled out. His prick felt slimy wet and instinctively he knew he'd blown a double-heavy load just then. He patted Cole's perfect, alabaster-pale rump and slid off to the side. "Um, you cum, buddy?" he asked. He'd never been concerned about Cole Walker's orgasms before, but he knew the kid would get off on the hard sex and what he'd just delivered had ranked up there for a pile driving fuck.

Cole turned on his side, his ripped, taut body twisting for Paul's still hungry gaze. That ex-jock bone was still rigid. "Nah, Uncle Paul... but that's cool. I'm hoping your brother finishes me off."

"Damn," Paul hissed. He was used to being the in-charge one, but he realized he was over his head here. He placed his hand behind Cole's neck, taking a second to sink into those eyes and take in that cute face. And like that, Paul was kissing him. Maybe it was against the ground rules, but John hadn't actually set any. He'd just sent Paul back to the bedroom.

And Cole was getting into the kiss too. Half of it was the kid hadn't gotten off, but it was a slow affectionate kiss. He had a smile when they finally broke it.

"You should have your brother give you some lessons," Cole said, matter of factly. "He's a really good kisser."

"You guys planned this," Paul observed.

Cole shrugged. "If we hadn't, you would have tried to fuck me anyway."

The words stung Paul, but he realized Cole was right. And he realized Cole wasn't offended. They kissed again. The hottie's fist was wrapped around the lawman's fat cock, which was rock hard again. Slowly stroking as they made out.

"Why don't you go get John?" Cole said at last.

Paul got off the bed and started to pick up his clothes. "Come on, Uncle Paul... Daddy knows you've fucked me. No need to be shy."

Jesus, this kid...

In for a pound, thought Ricciardi as he dropped his underwear and padded into the hall in his birthday suit. He felt a lot self conscious walking into the living area of the condo, naked and with a good shank of hardon. But John didn't bat an eye other than to flash a grin.

"The kid's ready for ya," Paul announced. Then, "you weren't kidding about him being in heat."

John's chest puffed some as he stood up. He clearly had a thick boner in his jeans. "You glad you took me up on the offer, Paul?"

His big brother nodded dumbly. "Like you wouldn't believe. And I'm gonna go for seconds unless you guys say no."

"Not gonna happen," John smirked. He stepped up to his naked older brother. The man he'd looked up to for year, the man whose success still inspired him and fed some healthy sibling rivalry.

Both Ricciardi men were nervous but it was like they new this was inevitable. Paul's hands gripped John's waist and he gently pulled him close. There was a soft growl from both as their lips connected and their mouths opened. Then, toe to toe, they stood, French kissing for the first time.

"That was fucking nice," Paul Ricciardi grunted as they broke off.

"It was," John admitted. "Glad you went it it brother."

The incest was intense but surprisingly didn't freak Paul out. "Cole says you should give me kissing lessons."

John laughed. For all that he strived to be Paul Ricciardi in bed, it was always good to be reminded of the areas where he had the edge over his big brother. "I can do that," he smirked. "In the meatime, please tell me you're gonna join us."

Paul gulped and nodded. That hot feeling and dry throat were coming back now. "I'm gonna join you guys."

Paul saw the excited look in Cole's face as he got back onto the bed. He didn't want to freak John out but he claimed another kiss of the hottie while his brother stripped down, less impatiently than he had before. Maybe Paul would have to learn some sexual control from his little brother too.

Maybe that kiss went on too long because John was now kissing up the other side.

"Oh FUCK guys," Cole whimpered now that Paul's mouth had moved to his neck. Clearly he was living out a major fantasy, and the dual foreplay was as hot as the fucking. Almost.

It was John's turn to claim a kiss, his body now flexing and showing some more intense sexual excitement. Maybe he wasn't completely patient.

"He treat ya good buddy?" John finally asked in a whisper.

"So good, Daddy," Cole muttered.

Paul looked up, watching at close quarters this intimate conversation. It was almost like he wasn't there but some hired escort who'd done his job and left.

John grinned into his younger boyfriend's face. Yes, the 24 year age gap was tough to navigate. They still got the cold shoulder from some family and friends because of it. But here, here in their shared master bed, it felt right. "What did you decide on the rubber, buddy?" His voice got tight as he asked.

Cole blushed red and seemed shy as he looked over at Paul. "Uncle Paul felt so good, Daddy... I just let him in raw."

John nodded excitedly, like he was expecting that answer. "Gonna let Daddy have a taste?"

Cole turned back to his boyfriend. "Yes sir," he replied.

Deep down, Paul knew what was happening and knew what was going to happen. But he watched, transfixed and immobile as John kissed his way down that taut chest and those six pack abs, around the kid's groin, before nudging Cole to lift his legs up.

"Oh DAMN!" the FBI man hissed as his little brother started rimming Cole's recently fucked hole. Lube and cum notwithstanding. And John wasn't hesitant, he really began rimming excitedly and munching at Cole's tender pucker.

"Push it out, buddy," John finally urged. "Push it out for Daddy."

Cole got a concerted look on his face but it was only from the enthusiastic moans coming from John that let Paul know his brother was tasting his cum.

John was like a man on a mission as his jacked agent body climbed up hurriedly to meet Cole's kiss. As they reconnected and began snowballing Paul Ricciardi's load, John kicked the ex-jock's legs apart and began fucking, wildly.

The kid was beside himself, clinging to John's strong, heaving body and having his deep anal orgasm as they shared their cummy kiss.

Only then did John pull up, his head now a few inches from Cole's face as he kept fucking. "I know it's tough buddy, but Daddy needs to get off still... you gonna be my brave little man for Daddy? Gonna hang in there?"

Paul had intended for a round two, but unable to resist tugging at his boner, watching this scene tripped his wires. Another load spurted out. And once it happened, Paul committed to stroking out the orgasm, most of the cum landing on his own chest and belly as he watched.

His dick was still oozing as John entered his own orgasm. He gave a few deep, wordless cries and a few hard pounding thrusts. Then his body clenched still and unloaded, and John kissed Cole tightly.

The couple finally had a softer peck before John turned to Paul.

"Love ya, too, brother."

"Goddamn, John," Paul hissed as he moved to kiss his kid brother, who was now well in his middle age, like Paul.

Cole was waiting patiently for his own Paul Ricciardi make out time. The seasoned law enforcement man obliged.

The three alternated for a few minutes, until Cole slipped off to go shower.

"He's something else, isn't he?" John said, his chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as he looked over at his naked brother. For all they'd shared this was something special.

Paul looked at John, unable to resist admiring how goddamn handsome and hunky the other Ricciardi was. "John, what the hell just happened?" he asked.

John scooted in, reaching over to pull Paul's waist toward him. For all that had just gone down, this felt as intimate and naughty as any of it. "Paul, I thought you were the smart one in the family. I'm pretty sure you know."

Paul shook his head. "I guess I'm 'Uncle Paul' from now on out, huh?"

John smirked. He loved feeling Paul's hairy bulk against his own sweaty, muscular body that was covered with some of Cole's recent seed. "You have a say in the matter," John clarified. "But the kid would be thrilled."

Paul smirked. "In that case, 'Uncle Paul' it is," he muttered, bringing in his mouth closer to John's. "Now... how bout those lessons you promised.?"

THE END

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rebelliousstories · 7 months ago

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My Thriller Scandal

Kiss Me You Animal

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Zylia “The Freak” Shelley

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Strong Language, Mentions of Death and Killing

Word Count: 715

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Fallout Masterlist: Here

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Summary: He has decided that he is equally impressed and pissed at Zylia as she proves to be a formidable opponent.

Bang!

Zylia ducked and swerved around to find a bullet lodged in the ground next to her feet. When Cooper took aim again, she ran and ducked behind a cart.

Bang!

The cart was blown to bits as she managed to move just in the nick of time. Unwinding a stretch of rope from her belt, she attached her dagger to it, and threw it at the feet of the ghoul attacking her.

“What the fuck is goin’ on here?” He tried to step on the rope as she drew it back, it was unsuccessful. Zylia wound up, and this time, charged straight at Cooper who was not using his gun. Her rope wrapped around his hand and pulled the gun from it as she took the length of it to tie around his neck. But Cooper was not known to go down easy. His left hand grabbed the gun, and with less than stellar accuracy he fired in the general direction of Zylia.

Bang!

She ducked out of the way, and managed to kick his side hard. When she tried to do it again, Cooper grabbed her foot and yanked. Zylia fell to the ground with a hard thud, while The Ghoul wormed his way out of the rope. He switched the gun to his other hand and fired again.

Bang!

Zylia rolled out of the way and stabbed her dagger into the side of Cooper’s legs. He howled in pain, but fired again.

Bang!

She just kept rolling her way out of his line of fire, waiting for him to, inevitably, fire again.

Bang! Click. Click. Click.

When Cooper tried to fire a seventh time, he found that he was empty. And Zylia would not allow him time to reload. She tightened the rope that she had been weaving around his ankles tight, and watched the man fall. Straddling The Ghoul, Zylia used the remaining length of rope to tie around his wrist, before pressing her blade to his neck.

“Was that worth two hundred caps?” She growled, panting hard from the fight that had just occurred. Before Cooper could respond, a dull bang made its way through the open air.

“Hey! You two! Get lost, freaks. Take your fight somewhere else!” An angry shopkeep shouted at the duo who was lying in the sand and dirt. While her head was turned, giving the newcomer her attention, Cooper managed to wriggle out of his wrist restraints, and secure them around Zylia instead. She turned back a moment too late as he was already working on the ankle restraints.

Cooper used her own rope to hog tie her. With her bound, The Ghoul picked the woman up to face him on his level.

“That was worth two hundred caps.” He growled, taking the woman with him as he picked up his gun from the ground. Making their way out of the town limits, Cooper proceeded to pat her down to find where she kept her caps.

“Hey! Hey! Stop touching me!” Zylia screamed as Cooper’s hands roamed all over her pouches and bags. Eventually he found a bag that felt like it might house caps becaus it felt heavy, but when he juggled it around he heard sloshing. Curious, Cooper dug in to see what the bag held and was confused when he saw packages of blood. They were all sealed and were still fresh.

“The hell is this?” He questioned, holding up the blood for the woman to see. She just turned her face away from it and found silence. When Cooper realized he was not getting an answer, he continued his search for the caps. When he did find them, he was disappointed. There may have only been a hundred caps maximum in the pouch.

“Now I was expectin’ to get my two hundred. How come your pouch is so light?” He drawled, rising to his full height with her cap pouch in hand. Again, she remained silent instead of answering which was driving Cooper insane. Grabbing hold of her bindings, he gave her a jostle.

“How come it is so light? You had no time to already spend at least a hundred caps in that little place.” He was confused and pissed.

“I struck a deal.” Zylia finally spoke up. It took The Ghoul a few minutes to put together the pieces, but once he did, it clicked.

“Less caps for blood,” he whispered his findings and watched her nod in conformation. “Well, the sweetheart. We have ourselves a little predicament.”

“What do you mean? Just take the caps, but leave the blood. Please.” She whimpered, trying to rub the rope burns, she was inevitably going to get, out.

“See, I expected to be paid two hundred for that bounty. So you’re gonna stay with me till I get that.” Her face whipped up to his in shock and disbelief.

“You’re kidnapping me? I could get you the extra hundred in one job that we could find in that town but you’re kidnapping me?” Zylia yelled again, feeling anger fill up her body.

“Ain’t kidnappin’. More like indentured servitude.” Cooper drawled, loosening the restraints around her ankles so she could walk.

“Let’s get goin’.” And with that, they started to walk to the next bounty.

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wildmoonworld · 1 year ago

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First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), fingering, hair pulling, anything else i forgot just let me know. MINORS STAY AWAY

Summary: You’re a single mom, who works constantly. You finally have a night out with some friends and you meet this tall, dark haired stranger. After spending a night with him, you realize that he might be the sweetest soul you’d ever encountered.

Just wanted to inform you all that, this is my first fic. I want to make this into a series, but i want to know if it is good enough that you guys would want more. If you have any advice for me, i will greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, my dearest followers.

~~*~~

You had gotten off of work, picked up Emmy (your daughter) and was taking her to her to your mothers to spin the night. Getting a kid free night was nearly impossible considering you were a single mom. You had plans with your best friend AC and twin brother Kyle.

You had just pulled into your mothers drive way. Emmy screamed “Mimi Mimi”, putting your SUV in park and walking around to the side of the car to take Emmy out of her car seat. You had picked her up a happy meal before dropping her off to make sure she would have dinner for the night. You walked into the house, dropping the overnight bag you had packed for Emmy on the table. You walk over to the living room where your mom and step dad were, you thanked her for watching Emmy while taking a much needed night out. You bend down to Emmy and brush her blonde hair away from her big blue eyes, “Mommy will be back in the morning, you have fun with Mimi and don’t party too hard. Okay?” Emmy shakes her head “Otay” and puckers for a kiss. You turn to the door and wave bye to Emmy for one last time before heading out.

~~*~~

“WHAT SHOULD I WEAR?!?” you yell from your closet to AC as she’s hogging the mirror in your bathroom.

“SOMETHING THAT SAYS IMA SLUT ORRR IM LOOKING TO GET LAID.” AC shouted back while putting on the finishing touches for her outfit.

“What about this?” You stand in the doorway in a black body suit that was cut low to show off your boobs and some ripped jeans to show the leg tattoos you had gotten at 19.

“Ouuuu, yes easy access for some nipple play.” She says while staring down at your chest.

“Shut up, we’re probably going to see the same people as always. No one interesting.” You say rolling your eyes. You hear a knock at the door, making your way to the door you can hear music blaring outside. Pulling the door open, you see your brother dancing heading back to the car to get into the drivers side of the car.

“AC, Kyle is here!! Get your ass to the car.” You say while hearing her scurry to grab her things and run out the door.

~~*~~

You are standing at the bar to grab your third drink. You had been dancing with AC and Kyle on the dance floor. You were kind of sweaty, from how hot it had gotten from how packed that tiny local bar was. You scope out the area and notice a tall, curly haired man staring at you near the pool table. He was wear a tight black shirt, not too baggy khaki pants paired with a black and gold belt, he had a chain that laid perfectly over the shirt. He caught you looking at him and raised his glass from across the bar along with a sexy smirk. You smiled back and looked down as if you were embarrassed that he caught you. You tell the bartender that you wanted a vodka cranberry, while looking for your credit card you hear a voice from behind you say…”I’ve got it honey, don’t worry about it.” He was telling the bartender to put your drink on his tab.

You turn around to see this beautiful, dark curly headed man, standing directly behind you. You look up to him admiring every beautiful detail and say “Thank you for that, but you really didn’t have too.”

“I didn’t, but i wanted to darling.” as he says, brushing the strand of hair away from your eyes and behind your ear. You shoot him with a drunken but grateful smile. You turn to grab your drink from the bar and take a swig.

“What is a beautiful man like you doing out here alone?” You say peering up to meet his deep brown eyes.

“Thought i would get out and see what going on in the town. Just to have some alone time, hoping to meet a beautiful woman like yourself.” he replies. He brushes his knuckles against your fingers, slowly grasping your hand to guide you back to the corner of the bar where he was playing pool.

AC and Kyle noticed this strange man making his moves. You glance over your shoulder, giving them a look to let them know you’re okay and have everything handled.

“So handsome, what is your name?” You say leaning against the wall while he puts his pool stick away.

“Daniel, Danny, or Daddy, which ever you would like to refer to me as.” he giggles and plasters that sexy smirk that you caught when watching him from across the bar.

“Danny, what a sexy name for a sexy man.” you response as walking to the other side of him to grab a seat.

“What is your name?” He says leaning across the table as close as possible to you so he could hear you over the music for your response.

“Y/N, or Mami, which ever you prefer to call me.” you replied stirring your drink with the tiny black straw that was placed in your cup. He smiled and catches your gaze. He stands up, walking around the table to stand in front of you right in front of your knees that are perched on the bar stool that you are sitting on.

He leans in to your ear and asks, “So Mami, what are you exactly looking for tonight?” His voice is raspy and deep. You turn your head where your lips are directly to his ear and say “Maybe i’m just looking for someone to take home tonight, what do you think about that idea?” You whisper as if everyone in the bar could hear your response to the beautiful man standing in front of you.

He stands up quickly, giving you that i want to rip your clothes off look. You smile innocently like you didn’t just say the dirtiest thing you have said since being with your baby daddy two years ago. He takes a drink from his beer and leans in.

“Don’t you think you have to let your friends know that we’re about to leave for the night?” He says as he placed his calloused fingers under the rips of your jeans, slowly drawing circles across the Hogwarts tattoo that is located on your lower thigh. His words make you warm, mushy and extremely soaked within your center.

Shaking your head, you say “I’ll be right back.” Placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek, you jump down from the barstool. Rushing to AC and Kyle, you pull both of them to the other side of the bar and let them know you’re leaving with the mysteriously beautiful man.

“Fuck yeah, he’s so hot.” Coming from ACs mouth, slurring her words from being completely plastered. “Wrap that shit, we don’t need anymore surprise babies.” Kyle says looking at you then at AC. He puts his arm around her, holding her as she’s stumbling to keep her balanced.

“I’m on birth control, no babies will be happening Kyle. Can she stay with you tonight or at least makes it home safely?” You say worried about how drunk your best friend is. Kyle shakes his head and replies “Go get laid.” rolling his eyes as taking AC by the hand leading her towards the back door to the patio. You turn to rush back to Danny, you notice that he’s not where you left him earlier. You walk towards the front door, looking out the window you see him taking a drag of a cigarette while he’s waiting on you to leave with him. You walk out of the bar, straight to Danny. You brush your hand across his back and turn to the front of him.

“I’m ready whenever you are.” You say smiling up at this 6’1 man. He takes his last drag from his cigarette and throws it in the parking lot. He blows the smoke from his mouth, grabbing your hand and leading you towards his Jeep. He walks around to the passage side door and opens it, motioning you to step in. He closes the door and walks around to the drivers side door and climbs in.

He hands you his phone. “Put your address into the gps and i’ll take you home.” He says while starting up the car. You hand it back to him so he can link it to the car.

The entire car ride back to your house, you both are listening to music, singing along like you guys have been best friends forever. When you finally arrive to your house, Danny turns the car off.

“Do you live alone?” He says while unbuckling his seatbelt. “It’s just my daughter and i.” you reply opening your door and jumping out of the car.

“Daughter? You’re a mom?” he replies sounding kind of shocked by your response.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” you say crossing your arms over your chest as you stand in front of his car in the headlight. He walks to face you.

“God, no i didn’t mean it like that. It’s actually kind of hot that you’re a milf.” He rubs both of your arms feeling how cold your skin is. “Let’s get you inside, you feel like you’re freezing.” He says taking your hand into his, leading you to the front door. As you both were walking to the porch, you have this obnoxiously huge smile on your face from his response.

“This is my place, excuse the mess.” You say as you’re unlocking the front door and entering your house. You toss your keys on the kitchen counter, set your purse on the kitchen table. Danny is walking through the house, scoping out the lay out.

“Do you want a drink?” you stand in the kitchen, looking at the top cabinet trying to reach the bottle of vodka.

Danny reaches up to close the cabinet, he looks at you with lust in his eyes. His hands run up your arms, over your shoulders, until his hands cup your face. He says “No, i don’t want a drink. Your house is not a mess and the only thing on my mind right now, is kissing every square inch of your body.”

Chills ran through your entire body, the center of your body raging for sexual attention, your heart is beating entirely too fast. But everything in your body is begging for this exact thing to happen.

Danny leans in and plants a soft, but intense kiss upon your lips. Sliding his tongue across your bottom lip, your tongue sliding against his. He’s breathing turns more heavy, his hands snake down your back, over your ass and gave it a squeeze. You wrap your arms around his neck, one hand is slide up to the nape of his neck into his hair. You pull gently on his beautiful, dark curls while the other hand is tugging on the back of his shirt motioning him to strip.

Danny stands back to remove his shirt, underneath he has a little bit of hair on his chest. Something that drives you insanely hot to your core. Your eyes fall to his belt, you take in every perfect aspect of his upper half. You lick your lips when your eyes land back to his lips. He comes closer to your body and places a gentle kiss on your lips, leaving little kisses across your jaw, down your neck until he’s to your collarbone. He plants wet kisses down your chest in between your breasts. He noticed you have a body suit on, he slides his hands down your sides. He sticks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans, sliding them around until he reaches to the button on your jeans. Slowly un-doing your button, he bends to his knees looking up to you to make sure you give him approval to pull your jeans off. You give him a slight nob while your breathing was heavy and shaky.

Danny pulls your jeans down past your ass to your knees, taking his time with you. He sees the tattoos all over your legs, he begins to kiss every single inch of every tattoo you have. You throw your head back while the center of you is begging for his touch and attention. You look down when you feel him stop, Danny still on his knees. He piers up at you, giving you the sweetest and most devilish smile before kissing your center through your body suit.

You bite your bottoms lip, “Daniel, please i need you…” you say while grabbing his hands that are on your hips. “Eager little one” smiling up at you. He stands up, picking you up to put you on the counter. You find yourself leaning in to bite his bottom lip, he groans as if that is a weakness of his. He starts to suck on your chest, leaving tiny purple marks. Danny pulls your shoes off, slowly he pulls your jeans off. Still connected to his lips, you feel him reach between your leg and unsnap your body suit. You let out a little gasp, as if you were surprised.

He brushes his finger across your swollen clit and gently sliding his fingers through your folds until he gets to your entrance.

“Oh baby, you are soaked and it’s all because of me.” He says giggling in between kisses. “Honey, i’m not trying to rush anything. But please please Daniel fuck me.” you respond while watching him play with your wetness between your legs. He takes his other hand, with two fingers he lifts your chin to meet his gaze. Your eyes are heavy with lust, Danny smiles. He shoves two fingers inside of your entrance, you gasp and grab the arm that is has his hand under your chin.

“Just like this, right?” as he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you. You can’t make out words to respond, so you just shake your head yes. You can tell how hard he is under his pants, you reach down to touch his bulge. Rubbing up and down, you see his eyes roll, his head leans back for a moment. With every moan, Danny is pumping his fingers harder and faster. Finally, he leans back in placing a kiss on your lips, sliding his tongue across your, biting your lip.

“Where is your bedroom?” he says out of breath from the kiss. “Down the hall, on the left.” He pulls his fingers out of you, picking you up and taking you to your bedroom. He places you on your bed, you take your body suit off as fast as you can. You lay back down after you take the remaining of your clothes off, Danny is just standing above you with his mouth wide open.

“What?? Do i look bad?? What’s wrong??” you say trying to cover yourself up. “Y/N, no. You are beautiful, insanely hot to be a mom.” as he is undoing his belt, he slides his pants and boxers off. You shoot him a slight smile. He places one knee between your legs, gently guiding for you to spread your legs. He lays on top of you, kissing your forehead, then your nose and finally placing what felt like the most intimate kiss you have ever received from anyone. You feel his erection, lightly rubbing against your clit. You buckle your hips to get a better feel. He starts placing wet kisses on your bare chest, until a nipple is on his mouth. Slowly making circles with his tongue, while one hand is gasping the other lightly rubbing his thumb across your free nipple. You let out soft moans, your hands find their way up his body and into his curls.

He pulls back, still on his knees he looks down to your wet entrance. Gather the moisture that is in his mouth, he spits on your pussy. He guides himself, sliding over your clit, between your folds while teasing your hot, wet core. Danny looks at you for clarification, if you’re still okay with what is happening.

“Please daddy, I want you inside of me.” you beg to him, you grab your boobs and pinch your nipples to make them hard. Danny doesn’t say a word. Slowly, easing himself into you. You moan and let out a deep breath.

“Fuck, Y/N you feel amazing.” He drops his head in the crook of your neck, his breathing is shaky. Kissing your neck, he starts to pick up speed.

“Daddy, it feels so gooddd..” moaning in between words, trying to catch your breath. He leans up, placing his hands behind your knees and pushing your legs back further to where you are open wide.

“Play with yourself, Mami” as he is watching himself pump in and out of your sweet, tight pussy. You follow his instructions and start circling your clit. Your head starts spinning, you start seeing spots, you’re almost to your climax. Danny notices your eyes rolling, he stops.

“Not just yet honey.” he says while taking both of your legs and flipping you on your stomach. He grabs your hips and pulls them to line up with himself. Rubbing is throbbing cock on your sensitive clit, you moan, grabbing the sheets on your bed desperately wanting him to enter you.

“Please please, makes me cum Danny…” you plead biting your lip. Danny runs his hand up your back, finding the nape of your neck wrapping your hair within his fist. He pulls you up to him, his lips are pressed against your ear.

“Is this what you want, my love?” slowly guiding himself inside of you. Gasping for air as you feel every inch of him stretch you out, Danny thrusts in and out, harder and faster. Hearing your skin collide with his, one of your favorite things to hear during sex.

“God you are so fucking perfect, you’re such a good girl.” he thrusts hard but slow. Making you whine and shake, you’re so close to your release.

“Just like that Danny, please i’m gonna cum.” Being called a good girl was the icing on top of the cake. His hand releases your hair, he slides his fingers around to your mouth placing two in your mouth. You start sucking his fingers, you hear him groan as if that was the hottest thing he had witnessed.

You moan, still sucking on his fingers. You breathe through your nose, shaking, getting light headed. You released all over his cock, you can feel how wet everything became. Your cum is running down your legs, you hear Danny say “Oh my god, you squirt?!?”

The excitement in his voice, you can tell that he’s never experienced that before. His fingers pull out of your mouth and you drop down to the bed, you feel both of his hands on your hips. He slaps your ass, leaving a pretty handprint upon your ass. He picks up the pace, finally.

He releases his load within you. “Fuck…Jesusss, Y/N, ohhhmyyygoddd.” You can feel every drop of him running into your hole, his cock pulsating.

After a couple of minutes, he finally pulls out and rolls to his back. You still on your stomach, you shut your eyes for a moment. When you open them, you can see Danny admiring your features.

“You have the most beautiful eyes, green and brown like a mountain side.” he smiles, while brushing your hair behind your ear. You scoot closer until you’re laying on his chest, your arms under your chin. You take your pointer finger and glide it down his nose.

“Might sound weird, but i think your nose is pretty beautiful.” you both laugh as his arm reaches your back, you can feel him to start doing circles on your skin.

“Would you stay with me tonight?” you say gazing into his eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask…” he places a sweet kiss on your forehead.

You both get under the covers, you’re laying on his chest, placing your ear over his heart. You had never realized that listening to a heartbeat could be so peaceful, you both fall asleep.

~~*~~

The sun peaking through the blinds, the birds are chirping outside your window. You roll over to see the beautiful man that is still in your bed. You smile, admiring him while he sleeps. His lips are thin, but plump. The way his curls are laid out on the pillow, you reach over placing your fingers within his dark hair. You start twisting a curl between your fingers.

He moves slightly, you jerk not wanting to disturb his beauty sleep. “Good morning mama.” he says in his sleepy, raspy morning voice.

“Good morning handsome.” you respond curling up under his arm. His eyes still shut, his arm reaches around your back.

You lay there for a second, until you sit up to straddle him. You lean down to place the softest kiss on his lips, you place soft and sweet kisses along his jaw, down his neck and across his collarbone.

“You can’t get enough of me, huh darling.” speaking still in his sleepy and raspy voice.

“Just wanted to thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun.” you respond sitting up still straddling him, you run your fingers along his chest to his stomach.

“You don’t have to thank me honey.” he finally opens his eyes, running his hands up your thighs . He grabs your hands to pull you closer to his chest. He kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

You both lay in that position for a bit. You realize you were supposed to pick up Emmy from your moms. You sit up quickly, looking for your phone. You get off of him, running down the hall to your purse to get your phone. 11:00 am, appears when you turn your phone on.

“SHIT!!” you say running down the hall to your bedroom. Danny still laying in bed, with his arms behind his head.

“Babe, im so sorry. i have to go pick up my daughter from my moms. i overslept…” you say struggling to find clothes as quickly as you can. Finding some leggings and putting on a bra, you find Danny just watching you with the sweetest smile.

“Do you want me to go with you to pick her up?” he says while sitting up in bed.

“You really don’t have too, my mom might flip her shit with me bringing a random man to pick up my daughter.” you replied putting on a Greta Van Fleet shirt and throwing your hair up into a bun.

Danny stands up, letting out a giggle. He walks over to you, grabbing your arms to slow you down for just a second.

“Look we can take my car. I won’t get out of the car, you can just run in and grab her. Your mom won’t see me. By the way, i love that shirt.” he says calmly, staring into your eyes. He cups your face and lays a soft kiss on your lips. You look up to him and can just tell this man has the sweetest soul.

“Okay, but you have to stay in the car. Hurry up and put your clothes on. We have to leave like now.” with your hands over top of his, they are still cupping your face. Danny walks around the room to grab his clothes and puts them on quickly. You look down at the shirt, completely confused. You haven’t even listened to that band before. AC had thrifted it a while back and gave it to you when she was getting rid of clothes she didn’t want anymore. You take off down the hall to grab your purse. Danny soon following behind you out the door. You run to your car to grab Emmys car seat, opening his back drivers side door and buckling the car seat into the car. You went to run around the passenger door, Danny is standing at the door.

“Honey, slow down. Breathe for just a moment, it’s okay.” He places his soft lips upon your cheek. You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You open your eyes and look into his.

“Thank you for being so calming and sweet.” you respond grabbing his calloused hands. Danny opens the door and you jump into the car. He walks around to the drivers side and gets in. He hands you his phone to type in the address to your moms. He turns on the music you both were listing to last night on the way home.

You reach over to the radio to turn the volume down. “So, what do you do for a living?” you look over to him and you noticed how handsome his side profile is.

He laughs, looking over to you. “I’m in a band.” He reaches over to grab your hand, bringing it over the console of the Jeep.

“A band?? Seriously??” you giggle.

“Greta Van Fleet, to be exact.” he taps his thumb on the steering wheel. Your eyes get huge, your mouth falls open. You jerk your hand out of his, looking down to the shirt you are wearing. You sit up, turning your whole body to face him.

You’re speechless.

Part Two

#gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #daniel wagner #gretavanfleet #danny gvf #danny wagner gvf #josh kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka

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nyamadermont · 30 days ago

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Day 29: Feast + Fatigue

For @orangepanic's Whumptloktober!

Kya stuffed a kerchief in her belt pouch a little roughly just before Meelo stood to give her a hand and help her step out of Oogi’s saddle. She gave his hand a grateful squeeze as he lowered them gently on a puff of air.

She pulled him close for a hug, still shocked by his newfound height. “Thank you. I think I’m a little old for sliding down Oogi’s leg at a formal event.”

Teenager that he was, his hug was tight enough to make up for his verbal reticence.

“Should I go back to her office to make sure she came?”

Kya fought to keep her face under control. “She promised me she’d be here.” The last time I saw her, a week ago.

She took her nephew’s arm as they walked in one of the side entrances, leaving Varrick to hog the limelight beside Raiko. They giggled to each other as they ducked inside.

As they emerged into the brightly-lit ballroom, they had to pause for a moment just to get their bearings. Dozens of large tables were set throughout the hall, ready for the guests to park for minutes or hours at a time. Ringing the floor were other tables laid with so much food, Kya began to worry that Tenzin would be upset for a month.

Lin was worth it all, though. Kya knew they agreed on that.

There was no feast too big to celebrate her life of service to the city.

But as the night progressed, Kya became less and less sure that Lin had ever had the first intention of attending her own celebration. She had memorized a segment of the guest list, and once she had greeted each of those people, she tracked Tenzin down.

At a glance, they both knew that they both were looking for Lin, and neither had found her. They bent close together and ducked through one of the doors to the service areas to one side.

“Will you let Meelo take me on Oogi to Headquarters? He offered earlier, but I thought she’d be here by now. I think it will be too conspicuous if you leave.”

She drew a breath to keep talking, but the chatter in the main room increased in volume suddenly. When the tone shifted, they gave each other a worried glance and nearly knocked each other over to get back through the door.

The crowd stood in a ring ten people deep, and even Tenzin wasn’t tall enough to see over. He bent himself straight up over the assembly, and alighted in the middle of the crowd. Kya had to make do with elbows and harsh language.

She stumbled through just in time to see Tenzin catch Lin as she wavered while talking to Raiko.

Kya pushed herself to Lin’s other side, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist.

“Lin? What’s going on?”

She looked, and saw that Lin could barely hold her eyes open, and felt her weight far too heavily.

Lin pulled open a pouch at her waist, and produced a report that she raised feebly toward the President. Raiko scrambled to take it when Lin’s strength seemed to give out on her and she slumped hard enough against the siblings that they had to let her fold her legs to sit on the floor.

“You threatened my department if I didn’t finish that case by tonight. There. You have my report.”

Her head lolled to one side, but she forced a breath, opened her eyes, and stared at him from her position on the floor. “I haven’t slept for three days.”

Her neck relaxed, and her head fell backwards. Two more breaths, and she lifted it again and ground out, “Your brother is under arrest for contract fraud.”

And with that, she passed out.

#whumptloktober #day 29 #feast + fatigue #lin beifong #kya ii #tenzin #nyama's shorter stories

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mororlesbian · 2 months ago

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Written for @thepromptfoundry's Oc-Tober prompts - Day 1, Getting Up in the Morning.

Ahn Dru is my mostly Light-Sided SWTOR Sith Warrior.

Getting Up in the Morning

The first thing Ahn does upon waking up in the morning is stretch.

Well, that's not entirely true. The very first thing he does is take in his surroundings. He might be - Force forbid - in a warzone, he might be in his quarters at Dromund Kaas, he might be off-planet on a mission somewhere in the galaxy.

Privately, he always hopes to awake aboard the Asfalis, in his cabin. This almost guarantees that Vette will be in bed next to him, the two snuggled up to each other after good nights and Ahn's limbs splayed every which way with Vette hogging the blankets after restless nights.

The next step is, if Vette is indeed next to him, to carefully extricate himself from the bed. This is harder than it sounds, as Vette gets clingy when sleepy, and more often than not, along with her limbs, her lekku have curled around Ahn. The first time this happened, Ahn had frozen and simply stayed in place until Vette woke up, at which point she had flushed a deep purple and almost bolted from the room. Their relationship had been quite new at that point, and both were exceptionally worried about overstepping the other's boundaries. Now, though, Ahn is comfortable slipping free from her grip, no matter how tight. He still worries about waking her up, but he's gotten quite good at it.

Once free, he replaces whatever blankets he's displaced and stretches. Suppressing the groans that come with moving his hours-immobile body, he tackles the standing routine first, then runs through some sitting stretches. He does all this in the bedroom, so Vette has sometimes woken up to see him balancing easily on one leg, holding the other up by the ankle behind him. Often, she just blinks at him blearily, grunts a tired greeting at him, then goes back to sleep.

After that, Ahn takes his respirator from the bedside table, ties back his hair, and goes to eat breakfast. If there's nothing on the schedule for the day - and if Pierce isn't up already - he makes something. It's often some variant of pancakes or waffles, something the rest of his crew will smell upon waking up, but he still remembers the glee in Jaesa's eyes when he had made them all parfaits.

Even if he doesn't go big on breakfast, Pierce is normally the first he sees. They exchange nods, click together mugs of caff, and continue on. Sometimes, Pierce is already cooking when Ahn gets there, and that signifies a good day. The man can kriffing cook, and if Ahn hadn't taken him on for his military prowess, he certainly would have for his culinary skill.

When he's done eating, he slips back into his room, taking care not to wake Vette if she's still sleeping, and changes into whatever he's wearing today. Most often, it's just a black tunic and leggings, over which he can quickly buckle his light armor in a pinch. On his way out, he pulls his lightsabers to his hand, fastening his belt with the other.

He brushes his teeth, shaves the overnight stubble, brushes his hair, and ties it back again, taking the time now to make it look nice. It had been a struggle when he was first growing it out - back then, he had only had Vette, who had no hair, and Quinn, who kept his cut according to code, to turn to for advice. Funnily enough, it had been Too-vee who had proved the most helpful. Now, though, he takes pride in how it looks.

If he's woken up early, he still has some time before the other members of his crew get up, so he sits in the common area with a datapad and reads. It relaxes him and eases him into the day, and even after years out of the Academy, it's a luxury still. Galactic news takes precedent, naturally, but if nothing major is happening, he's partial to fiction works.

Eventually, the rest of his crew filters in. Broonmark leans in the doorway, uncomfortable with getting too close. Quinn enters, produces a datapad of his own, and takes a seat at the table. Jaesa slips in, flashes Ahn a grin, and plops down onto the couch across from him - throwing off the strictures of Jedi etiquette has gone amazingly, almost too well. Pierce climbs over the back of Jaesa's couch to obnoxiously lie down and stretch out, prompting Jaesa to smack him until he retreats, grinning. Vette appears, sauntering into the room to sit next to Ahn and lean against him, fiddling with her blaster or a small device he can't quite identify.

And this, Ahn thinks to himself, this is his reason for life.

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slowlyhardgoatee · 9 months ago

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Boy, I’m not gonna beat around the bush here.

You’re here to be a slave. A cum-guzzling pig-boy slut. That’s all you are. That means you do exactly as you’re told. Instantly. I will be renting your holes out to my mates, every day. That’s right, slut boy, seven days a week. I’ll be making good money off your tight cunt, not to mention that talented mouth of yours. But don’t get the idea that you’re anything more to me than the hole between your legs, and the hole that faggy voice comes out of.

So, some ground rules. You don’t speak unless expressly spoken to. No one wants to hear that lispy faggot voice. If you do get to talk, you keep it to ‘Yes, Sir’, ‘Thank you, Sir,’ ‘Rape me harder please, Sir’. Stuff like that. And obviously, your own cock is off limits while there are Real Men here.

Now, if you’re a good pig, once a week I will allow you the privilege of jerking off. You will do so in the bathroom at the end of the hall, with the door closed and locked, and with no external stimulation whatsoever. No porn, no Tumblr galleries, nothing. You will jerk off in complete silence, boy, I mean I don’t wanna hear a fucking sound. When you’ve finished, you will clean up after yourself - I don’t think I need to say, but I will, that I do not want to see any evidence whatsoever of you having pleasured yourself. Then you will come back in here. Before you resume servicing my cock, you will kneel in front of me, privates exposed, and you will beg me to boot you in the balls, boy. After I’ve done that, I wanna hear a nice loud ‘Thank you, SIR’ before you deep throat my fat hog. Is that clear, faggot? Good boy.

Why don’t we do a practice run, slut? You heard me, boy. Knees. Now. Look at your Owner’s boot, pig. Steel toe caps, and good clean leather. Now look down at your pathetic cock and balls. They deserve to be kicked in, don’t they, boy? Eh? That little dicklet is just about the smallest I’ve ever seen.

Now, I’m gonna light up. Nothing turns me on more than using and abusing a faggot while I’m smoking. You’re gonna beg for my boot in your useless balls while I take my sweet time huffing on this cigar. Be warned, boy - if I see you starting to get hard I’ll be tapping off my cigar ash all over your fucking cock.

Go on then, boy. Start begging for Sir’s fucking boot. Let’s see how pathetic and desperate you can sound. Slut. If you’re a good boy, I might see my way clear to having you over my knee for a good fucking belting, and all. You like the sound of that, pig?

Oh - I can see your little dicklet trying to get hard, boy. You know what that means, don’t you? Time to use your cock head as a fucking ash tray, faggot. Scream all you want. It only gets me harder.

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littlewalken · 2 months ago

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Smallville Cowboy (naughty story)

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SMALLVILLE COWBOY this story is lemon flavored and has some rough play

I should be used to finding myself in strange situations by now, Lex Luthor thought to himself. Just do what they tell me and it'll all go smoothly. He got out of the provided car and looked around trying to ignore the overwhelming greenness of it all while the camera did its work

"Is that it? Is this what you wanted?"

"Oh no, we're just getting started."

The hay under foot was different from that in the Kents' barn. It was all the same dry yellow. There were some bales stacked in a corner, a stand of sorts with ropes and leather straps, a shovel, a pail, nothing like on a real farm.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Lex could hear footsteps. He looked around a bit, "My car broke down, I can't get a phone signal."

"You're a long way from home, city slicker." The voice was deep and cold.

"I know, I..." Lex was silenced by a lasso being tossed around his shoulders and cinching tight. He was pulled towards a tall cowboy who had his hat pulled down low, dark sunglasses, and a bandanna covering his face.

"You're trespassing on my property, city boy," the cowboy growled. "Do you know what I do to trespassers?"

"No, I don't."

It was cold but that wasn't why Lex had goosebumps. He had been stripped naked and turned out to an approximation of a field with a few pieces of fence and more cheap hay bales. Before he could figure out where to go the cowboy let out a yeehaw and went after Lex with his lasso again.

Just catch and hog tie him. Lex slipped on the hay and sand on the floor. He tried to put up a fight but the cowboy knew what he was doing and in no tome Lex was on the ground with his wrists and ankles tied in front of him. It brought things to a grinding halt.

Lex struggled to hear what was going on. What did you just do? You said to hog tie him, that's how you tie them up on the farm.We meant the other kind of hog tie, can we work with this? I think we can work with this.

Finally Lex got a very good look at the cowboy. His face was still hidden but his body was presented in all its glory. He wore leather cuffs with metal studs, a fancy pair of boots, and a pair of suede leather chaps with a shining buckle.

"What do you want? What are you going to do to me?" Lex begged.

The cowboy grabbed his ear as he didn't have any hair on his head, "I'm going to teach you a lesson." With that the cowboy picked Lex up by his wrists and ankles and plodded him roughly on a bale of hay.

Eventually Lex had ended up properly hog tied with his arms behind his back and his knees bent, belly to an itchy hay bale stack putting him face to just below belt buckle with the cowboy. Gagging a bit, he coughed and gasped for air, spitting out what he couldn't swallow.

"I can't, he's too big!"

Sensing Lex was in trouble the cowboy had backed off letting him breathe. He was quite the impressive sight and Lex had to be proud of the attempt but they were going to go again and again until they got it right because it was always heads before tails. And Luthors weren't quitters.

Everyone else was gone leaving Lex bound with his ass up in the air. Just as he was looking for his voice to call for help he heard the sure and heavy steps of the cowboy.

"Please, help me, don't leave me like this," Lex begged.

The cowboy began to untie him, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Lex laid on the hay bale for some time, unable to answer. The cowboy didn't leave until he got to his feet. Lex would find his clothes waiting where he had left them on a chair. He touched his cheek, the ink of the make shift brand was dry now. His body would be sore for awhile but it would heal. But the ordeal he had just been thru, for what was its purpose?

Smallville was practically papered with fliers for the upcoming rodeo. The model the printer had used gave the feeling he was a real cowboy with his hat pulled low over his sunglasses and bandanna covered face. There was something authentic to the wear of his jeans and how his shirt was patched. The hands that framed his belt buckle looked experienced to roping and rustling.

It was his cuffs that Lex found familiar, the mix of old and new metal studs, the marks and stains on the leather. The pile of fliers on the counter of The Talon were going fast. He had better get one.

"Are you thinking of entering?" Lana lang asked.

"I don't think they have polo." The Talon was always Lex's last stop on his mundane business days in Smallville and he was looking forward to sitting back and relaxing for a few moments.

Jonathan Kent picked up the last rodeo flier at the leather and tack store. He thought back to the year he had entered the bull riding contest and never made such a mistake again. For a moment Clark thought about asking if he could enter but decided isn't wasn't worth the fight.

"What do you have that boy doing that he keeps wearing out his shoes like this?" The store clerk asked.

"It's a big farm," Clark said as he put the thought of winning his own rodeo buckle out of his mind.

"Well all those fancy Metropolis cowboys will certainly have their asses handed to them if they don't fall off their sheep first." Lois looked like she didn't know if she had put her foot in her mouth or not. "Well, you can count me out of being around all those farting horses unless he's going to be there."

"I think he might just be one of those Metropolis mutton busters," Chloe pointed to her computer screen. There on the website of a stock photography company were several heavily watermarked pictures of the masked cowboy. His real belt buckle said he was a Bucking Bronco Buster. And there was the feeling that didn't mean the same thing in Smallville as it did in Metropolis.

What ever ink had been used to stamp Lex's ass, it wasn't washing off easily. He thought of the hotel rooms he would have loved to go to but not until it was gone. Unless they kept all the lights off there was no way he could hide someone else's mark on him. Only now the boot mark on his neck was finally fading.

Clark hung on the fence watching others practice for the rodeo. he felt like the only rural kids not in scouts, 4H, or Future Farmers. My parents just don't agree with competitions is all. Take pride in your work but don't be prideful and all. That always seemed to work as an excuse. But still he had the urge to jump off a horse, wrestle something to the ground, and tie it up as fast as possible.

I could do the thing where you ride then you get off the horse and run back with it. As long as I didn't go faster than the horse no one would notice. Until I got the urge to pick up the horse and carry it.

His ears turned to the sound of expensive shoes on arena dirt.

"Hey, Clark, how are things going?"

"Okay."

Lex stood there, hands in pockets, eyebrows up as he watched what was happening with a bit of confusion. "Are you entering?"

"I don't have time to practice, with the farm and all."

"Too bad, I'm sure you could win a trophy."

"You win buckles instead of trophies."

"Is that how it works?"

Clark had a smile on his face that Lex loved. The farm boy had found humor that someone so worldly had no real idea how a rodeo worked. Then he realized that Lex's world probably didn't include rodeos. Then came a look which said that Clark suddenly had a question that he was afraid to openly ask.

Some day I'll have to invite you over to play polo, Clark. I'm sure I can find a pony big enough for you.

The top selling buckles in the on line store were Bucking Bronco Buster and Saddle Sore. There had to be an esoteric meeting to them, Lex told himself. Of the half dozen the company sold all appeared to just be generic western slogans. Closing his eyes he could see the contrast of the cowboy's new buckle and old cuffs. He had behaved as if he had real experience on a ranch or a farm yet there was a charming naiveness to him where Lex had found himself explaining what some of the terms meant.

The taste of the cowboy was still on his lips. It wasn't what he had been expecting but it wasn't bad. Yet even if I didn't have a single tooth in my mouth I still couldn't have fully done the deed. I feel so guilty for failing at the task. I could always ask if I can try again.

"I didn't order that."

"Of all the people I would believe that coming form Lana Lang."

"Well, if you don't want it."

"Knock yourself out, Lois."

Included in the box of generic western themed party decorations for The Talon were some odds and ends of catalogs and sample DVDs from the parent company. Next to 'World's Funniest Rodeo Bloopers' and 'Rodeo Animal Friends' was a more adult oriented title. Lois was practically drooling at the sight of the cowboy from the flier now with a coil of rope as he posed in front of a 'no trespassing' sign.

"All trespassers will be prostituted," Lois read the back of the DVD.

"Don't you mean 'prosecuted'?" Chloe asked.

"Nope, right here it says prostituted."

Dammit, not again! The clips on the DVD has been carefully cropped, edited, or stopped so not to show anything more risqué than a bare bottom. Whomever the Bucking Bronco Buster cowboy was he certainly had a nice one. Currently he was pulling on a lasso where something on the other end was trying to get away with all its might.

He might not like trespassers but he'll certainly like me, Lois thought. Even with his disguise it looked like he had dark if not black hair. Great, so does most of the planet.

Lex watched the video of himself having been plopped on his back on a stack of hay bales like a sack of feed by the cowboy. His breathing was deep and rhythmic. It was kind of them to have given him all the raw footage so he could do his own editing.

"Please, let me go, I'm sorry, I was just looking to see if anyone was home." Lex could barely make out what he was saying. No matter, they usually just put music or different voices over this stuff any way.

The cowboy came back on the screen, he had taken a couple of steps before remembering that he was supposed to have a powerful cowboy walk and changed his posture.

Lex, Lex, Lex, he could hear his father saying. The least you could have done is paid for a better quality camera. Sorry, dad, I wasn't thinking about that when there was a six shooter up my ass.

He closed the DVD player, sat back in his chair to think for a moment. So far his attempts to contact the cowboy had come to naught. Perhaps he didn't want to be found. I just want to know that he's okay, that I didn't hurt his feelings. That's what bothers me, that I might have insulted him somehow. I hope he wasn't under duress as I was.

He's too big, or so said the shirt of a buckle buddy with a bucking bull on it. I might have to get one of those shirts, Lois told herself. Those words were hinted at on the DVD but to find out more would involve some questionable credit card purchases or a trip to Metropolis with cash and perhaps a body guard. Clark had a good tall creep deterrent shape to him.

Still she couldn't help but give every dark haired cowboy with a nice ass a second look. If he's here he's bound to see me. I know a Ford Bronco shirt isn't the same but I hope he gets the hint.

Lex watched Clark looking at a booth with fancy one of a kind western shirts. He deserves a nice shirt, every man should have one. Perhaps Martha Kent can put something together for him. Lex turned his attention back to the custom leather pieces he was looking at. Cuffs would be too much but he could get away with a studded leather bracelet with his initials on it.

The smell of the leather was making Lex feel giddy. It would be easy enough to get a bottle of the scent but it couldn't match the sensation of the cowboy's chaps against his skin.

I should ask Clark if what we talked about in one of our big brother chats had been resolved. I know what it's like having questions you're kind of embarrassed to talk to your father about. I can also ask him if any of the prize cattle look particularly delicious.

Jonathan Kent let out a sort of 'what will they think of next' sigh as he shook his head. If you think Martha will want one of those western clothes and accessories catalogs you'd better take it now, this particular one is going fast.

"Well, Clark always needs something," Jonathan said as he added the free magazine sized catalog to his purchases. Not that they bought much, Martha was more inclined to get out her sewing machine and see if she could alter something first.

I used to look like that once, Jonathan thought as he was confronted with an advertisement for jeans. I don't know who they think they're selling to, not wearing shirts but covering their faces like bandits.

Lois scanned each image she could find of a dark haired model that Metropolis agencies provided and rated them on how likely it was they could be the cowboy. At least someone figured out he's at least six feet tall. Her cash only adventure to Metropolis had resulted in a female clerk who was very helpful in pointing out Billionaire Bad Boys where a certain Buck Avaler, who when bald had a very uncanny resemblance to a follicle challenged someone else, took a wrong turn on his way out west.

For a free gift with purchase Lois helped herself to a recent issue of the 'Ride 'em Cowboys' part magazine, part catalog, part adds for websites with the common theme of western based fun. As long as the masked cowboy was there in four colored glossy glory.

There was no aesthetic reason to stand that way, boot on a hay bale, whip in hand, comment alluding to bull, but Lex knew those fingers. Maybe it was on purpose that the cowboy had used his fingers on Lex first, almost lovingly caressing his mouth, touching his scar, probing before bringing out the big gun.

The modeling agency had sent an email with all their male models over a certain height, but Lex knew the cow boy wasn't among them. He drummed his fingers on the pile of magazines, catalogs, print ads, and other things presumed to have the cowboy in them. There hadn't been time to look thru too many of them yet. The cowboy was new to the game and obviously he wasn't keen on having his face being seen but his body certainly got around.

Lois smoothed out the poster as best she could. Usually she hated when they folded them and stapled them in magazines but she'd make an exception for the masked cowboy. There he was in larger than life glory, hat in hand just barely covering what his chaps didn't. He still wore the sunglasses and bandanna but his other arm was blocking his forehead and hair with his cuff.

On his very pleasant to look at chest were a couple of moles. Lois made a mental note of where they were exactly in case she ever had the chance to see them in real life.

Lex didn't want to wake up. He could smell the cheap hay and foam block it was wrapped around. His muscles ached, his spirit felt trampled, but he was at total peace. The cowboy was stroking his head in a gentle soothing way like no one ever had in Lex's life. He never wanted the feeling to end as he woke up and found himself in a puddle.

Clark looked visibly uncomfortable as he was confronted by the framed poster if the shirtless cowboy while carrying a box of rodeo decorations up to the apartment above The Talon.

"What's the matter, Smallville, jealous?"

"More like cold."

The way Lois was suddenly dashing around picking up things she obviously didn't want Clark to see what they were.

"You have got to be the only person in Smallville not talking about him," Chloe was telling Lana as they came up the stairs.

"It's just a fad," Lana said. She had a bit of a smirk on her face that drove Clark wild. He smiled for a moment then it faded as he faced the reality that something always got between them.

"Anyone for pizza?" Lois asked.

"I should get home for supper," Clark said. "See everyone later."

At least the cowboy is comfortable in his skin, Lois thought. I could eat pizza off that chest, do you eat pizza off a chest?

Lex looked at the somewhat rundown building that rented photo and other visual studio space for short term needs. He would have preferred a different place for the meeting but there was a convention in town and discretionary space was at a premium. If all had gone as planned the other party would already be here.

The cowboy was waiting inside. This time he had added skin tight jeans and a well worn western shirt to his ensemble, He still had the hat, sunglasses, and bandanna. On seeing Lex he squared up as if looking for a fight.

Lex hoped he was hiding his excitement, "Thank you for coming. I know we never intended to see each other again." Suddenly he found himself shoved in to a wall with his arm twisted behind him. He could hear the cowboy's breath in his ear.

"I thought I told you to never show your face around these parts again!"

He turned Lex around so they were face to masked face.

"Do I have to teach you another lesson?" The cowboy barked as he put his finger in Lex's face. Before he could think of a reply the finger had made its way to Lex's lips. It would be rude to talk with his mouth full.

"Just pick a coat, a fleece lined one." Martha Kent put the catalog on the table in front of Clark. There had to be a sale or some other bargain going on, he thought. Again there was that guy on Lois' poster. What is his problem with wearing a shirt.

"What one is dad getting, I don't want to get exactly the same," Clark said.

"They'll add initials for free so they can't get mixed up."

"Still, I want like a different color."

Lex let out a bit of a moan as he realized it was about time for his weekly business check in at The Talon. Never in his life had it felt so good to be so sore. This time he had parted ways with the cowboy on much better terms. Don't you ever show your face in these parts again, city boy. And if you're unlucky you just might see me again.

As he settled in to his seat at the coffee shop Lex wasn't sure about the concoction he had been given, but featured drinks thought up by customers was proving to be good business. The view was pretty nice, tho. Clark Kent was at the top of a ladder swatting at a balloon that was just out of reach. Lois, that was her name, was holding the ladder and by the look on Clark's face not being much help.

As Clark came down his foot slipped and somehow he did a half turn so he ended up facing Lois with his shirt pulled up as it had been caught somewhere. I could eat that belly button, Lex suddenly found himself thinking as Lois pulled his shirt down. Put those away.

I could plow head first in to that farm boy's... Lex stopped himself from thinking about Clark in that way. He's more like a kid brother or cousin to me, but if he was your cousin you'd be thinking what I'm thinking. It worked for the Hapsburgs for awhile. And I'm thinking he's an adult now capable of making his own decisions. I know he's made some about Lana.

But Clark's tits were determined to come out that day as he promptly turned and collided with a freshly bussed tray of chocolate something or another. He pulled his shirt off over his head and while it was bunched on his arms was directed towards the stairs to the apartment before violating the no shirt no service rule.

In the apartment Clark saw that Lois' shrine to the shirtless cowboy was steadily growing. What was she going to do, marry him? That guy is everywhere. Clark went to the kitchen sink to wash his shirt.

"Can I come in?" Lex had come up to the apartment. "I'll be heading home after this, do you need a ride home, Clark?" He was confronted with the poster of the cowboy. That was his cowboy.

"Sure, Lex, I guess." Clark was holding his shirt as if he wasn't sure if he should put it on or not. It was going to be hard for Lex to keep his hands ant 10 and 2.

Out on the street in the bus shelter was an ad with the masked but shirtless cowboy's ass selling jeans.

"Something wrong?" Lex asked.

"That guy is everywhere, even Lois has a shrine to him."

"Are you feeling a bit jealous about him?"

Clark just squirmed a bit and looked like he couldn't quite figure out what to say.

"Women finding masked men handsome is a mystery that I have just chosen to accept. It's one of those things I doubt we'll ever understand," Lex said.

The night was dark and moonless but there was just enough ambient light from the distant factory for Lex to make out forms and shapes but not details. He could just about make out someone wearing a cowboy hat but this was Smallville so it could have been anyone.

As the cowboy approached his spurs jangled. He approached, grabbed Lex, and planted his lips on Lex's, taking his cheeks in his hands, and kissing him with a passion unlike anything ever felt before. The Cowboy's body was bare, but for his chaps, his back firm, the waist band of the chaps warn and used, what lay below welcoming to the touch.

Lionel Luthor didn't bother looking up from his morning paper as Lex finally wandered in to the office.

"You could have called, let me know you were going to be out all night, son."

"Not like you'd actually worry, dad."

"I hope that Nacent Holdings wasn't part of any Lex Corp portfolio, it looks like they might be in a bit of trouble with their creative accounting."

I knew you'd be spying on all my computer activity, Lex thought to himself. All you'll find is some boring communications about hiring people to do some photographs for our upcoming marketing campaign. Try all you might but you'll never really know what's up my ass.

"That's too bad but their name doesn't ring a bell."

"Some of their output should," Lionel continued. "I believe our lawyers have had to send them a bit of a notice. At the least they should make their disclaimers a bit more obvious."

"Lois, are you okay?"

"Whoa."

On the TV int he apartment above The Talon the masked cowboy in nothing more than his chaps and cuffs was doing a little bit of trick roping. As he lassoed the camera Chloe could only shake her head and with perhaps she hadn't snuck a peek because she didn't have time for oogling this morning. But whoa was an appropriate expression.

Even with the hat, sunglasses, and bandanna he was one hot potato. The cowboy had roped a mechanical bull, played at wrestling it, then climbed on for a ride.

"I am so going as a saddle for Halloween this year," Lois declared.

Honestly, Martha, it really spiced things up in our bedroom. Jonathan and I don't need anything like that. Clark hated having super hearing some times and grocery shopping wasn't one of his favorite activities but his mother needed him to reach some of the things on the higher shelves. On rounding a corner and discovering one of her friends, Clark had made the excuse of going back a few aisles to exchange a mistaken item so they could have a few moments to talk. On hearing they weren't done upon his return he waited just out of sight.

All we really need is... Clark out of the house? It was time to get going. I'll make a bigger deal of spending the night in the barn, Clark told himself.

Naked came the cowboy, Lois told herself as she looked for a place on the shore of Crater Lake. Then she saw Lex had a pontoon boat and Lana and Chloe were already there. Clark, of course, was the last to arrive.

I think I missed out on some of the more simple pleasures of young life, Lex thought as they drifted out to the center of the lake. Clark was apologizing for having a hard time finding his swim suit and Lois had asked if they just skinny dipped on the farm. Yeah, he said, and she looked almost repulsed.

Pulling himself out of the water, Clark flopped on the deck of the boat to soak up the sun. Don't tell me someone has been holding out on the ladies of Smallville, Lex told himself. There was a clump of grass or some other flotsam on his chest. Lana and Lois' hands collided as they both reached to remove it.

Clark and Lois would make a cute couple, Lex decided. He keeps blowing it with Lana. I don't know what secrets he thinks he has to keep from her.

The cowboy's spurs went ca-chink on the floor of the office of the Luthor manor.

"The security system is down like you've asked and the team members are far enough away that they won't hear us," Lex said. He touched the shoulder cape of the cowboy's duster and wanted to know what it looked like in the rain.

Reaching in to his coat the cowboy produced a rope. Heads or tails? Lex felt confident in his jaw exercises and altho he could at least get half or 2/3 of the job done there was still so much further to go.

"Dealer's choice."

Lionel Luthor put on a slightly embarrassed grin as he found the office door locked when he had gone to pen it for Martha Kent. He was already upset with Lex for choosing today of all days to have a security team parameter breach drill and have the security cameras down. It was easy enough to jiggle the door handle to get it open.

Martha gasped, covered her eyes, and turned away. Lionel was left speechless in shock as he closed the door. He wanted to tell himself he hadn't seen what he had just seen, his son bound with a rope, bent over a chair, and someone in a dark coat and hat close enough to be engaged in a very intimate activity. In the Kent house we respect locked doors, Martha wanted to say.

Finally Lex peeked his head out of the door, Lionel just pushed past him. Martha waited a moment to enter. She saw Lex's companion had quickly gathered up his rope. He avoided looking at anyone as he left.

When Martha was gone Lionel confronted Lex.

"Should the time come that my son would be caught in flagrante delicato I would have hoped it would have been somewhat normal."

"Or at least me on top? Supposing now that locked doors mean nothing."

Lionel couldn't answer.

"I hear you have a hankering for me."

"Yeah, I think I do."

Lois didn't believe her luck when the cowboy had responded to her inquiries. She even had half a thought she was setting herself up to meet a predator but he was fine with meeting her in a Metropolis park.

Even with the hat, sunglasses, and bandanna he wore a duster coat and underneath a shirt, waistcoat, cuffs, chaps, jeans, boots, and spurs. It gave him the look of a birthday part stripper in a way.

"How do I know it's really you?" Lois asked.

"Who else would it be, little lady?"

The cowboy had reached in to his coat and before Lois could think he had roped her and was pulling her close. But he let the rope go slack and let her get out of it before she was in arm's reach.

"You're a bossy thing, aren't you?" He asked as he circled her.

"So I've been told."

He looked ready to rope her again. "Now, what sort of improper things are you thinking you're wanting me to do on our date?"

"Right, you're a model, what I if want you to model something? Or nothing? Or yourself? I want you to model yourself for some pictures."

"You sure do have a big mouth."

"I've been told that too."

He wasn't walking away tho. "What kind of pictures?"

"Super private pictures?"

The cowboy suddenly pushed Lex in to the nearest wall of the Metropolis hotel room.

"You're jealous! You're actually jealous! You don't own me!"

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to make sure Lois knew what she was getting in to!"

Of course Lex should have known that The Talon's resident Scooby Gang would stick their nose in to the most popular trend in Smallville. He hadn't heard all of the conversation but enough that Lois was ready to offer he soul as collateral to Jimmy for use of his camera and Chloe to keep Lana out of the apartment while she had her gentleman caller over for a visit.

"She's a nice girl, she thinks she's smart and knows how the world works but she doesn't," Lex continued. "Don't hurt her, just break her heart."

The cowboy let go and flopped on a chair. He hooked a knee over the arm to give Lex a good look at what the chaps didn't cover.

Lex fell to his knees in front of the cowboy. He didn't want to beg or seem desperate but sometimes it felt like just the possibility of these meetings were one of the few things he had left that were worth living for.

The sole of one of the cowboy's boots fell squarely on Lex's face. There was an honest farm smell to it. The boot had seen real hay and farm dirt. Lex let his mind wander to what it would be like to have those boots touch hum all over, then he felt ashamed that he might soil them.

How dare Jimmy demand a cash deposit for letting me borrow his old camera! Lois thought. Not like I plan to break it. I've already had to scrape together all the change I could find in the couch to pay the cowboy's modeling fee!

The cowboy had arrived promptly at the back door of The Talon looking like nothing more than any other ranch hand around here in a hat and duster.

"How would you like to start the session, little Miss Lois?"

"Um, buckle up and pants down?"

Lois was fanning herself. She had held it together while the cowboy was still there. She told him what she wanted, he told her what he'd agree to, and when the time was officially over it was over. He declined the offer of going downstairs and having a cup of coffee but hinted that he might have already been to The Talon before without her knowing. As for the pictures she was to let him know when they would be ready and he would let her know when they could meet.

Lex let the feeling overtake him before bringing himself back to the present reality of having stepped out of the way of a Talon waitress causing a chain reaction of nudging the person in front of him who probably bumped in to someone else and so on.

"Hey,Lex."

"Clark."

He let the farm boy's enchanting smile fill his eyes.

"How is it going?"

"Great."

Lois took her time scrolling, zooming, and trying out different filters on her precious little cache of photos of the cowboy that had come out. She couldn't dare ask Jimmy to help with the ones that hadn't. Her favorite was of the cowboy using one hand to shoot a finger gun at the camera while the other could be cropped out if need be. He had to be smiling under that bandanna.

I'll be he has an adorable smile that could peel your panties right off. They had parted on good terms. If he likes how my pictures come out we just might have to make ourselves some sort of ongoing arrangement. Oh yeah, cowboy, you can take me for a ride any time.

Downstairs in The Talon Lana paused for a moment, wondering if she had really heard Lois screaming upstairs. There were too many customers right now for her to be able to go up there and check what was going on. Let's just hope it's Lois being Lois.

Lex held a pair of cow hide chaps in his hand, hair and all, and wondered what they would feel like pushed in to his back as he was held down by the cowboy's knee. There's two other pairs, brown and white and all black. Yes, the black will do nicely. Black leather or black hide? Definitely the hide, this is for a real cowboy.

The clerk smiled knowingly. "Do you know how hard it is to keep anything related to that on the shelf right now?"

Lex just chuckled a bit, I'll have to tell him some day. He had known about that Buck Avaler for some time now. Officially the Luthors's lawyers had told him that if he wanted to continue working he'd have to grow his hair out, at least to a buzz cut, make it a little more obvious you aren't who they want you to pretend you are.

But turn about was fair play and it was amazing how dressing a bit sloppy, wearing a beanie, and some reading glasses was enough for the real thing to walk amongst the world of the imposter with ease. Anyhow we have a private deal, I'll look the other way, the less attention brought to this matter the better. So it was rather funny when the real Lex found himself contacted asking if he could do something for the fake.

There was a shoot already to go, people needing to work to get their paychecks, all it was missing was a Lex Luthor type and their go to guy was sidelined by food poisoning. He didn't know why he had agreed to it, outside of pure curiosity, but once the cowboy had touched him he was gone.

I hope he'll understand my gifts come from the heart. I want to see him in these things. I want him to understand that he only deserves the best.

"Smallville! Wait up!" Lois dashed out of The Talon to stop Clark in his tracks. She looked him in the eye, her gaze went down to his belt buckle, then back up to his lips before looking him in the eyes again.

"Upstairs, apartment, now." She was breathing heavily and there was an almost animalistic look on her face.

Suddenly Lois jumped on Clark leaving him with no choice "He's mine! I saw him first!" She eyed people coming out of The Talon.

"Lois, get off of me. I don't have time for this right now."

"Well when you do, you owe me a ride!" She swatted his butt. "Yeehaw cowboy!"

All Clark could do was give her a puzzled look. Right, she said with a knowing wink. If Clark hadn't been watching where he was going he would have run in to the latest bus shelter add with the masked cowboy. It was covered with lipstick marks from kisses and a fake property of Luthor Corp sticker that kids were slapping on everything.

Lex let the cowboy blindfold him. Suddenly lips fell upon his neck.

"I think I've been found out," the cowboy whispered. "We might not be able to meet like this again." He nibbled at Lex's neck.

"Never say never," Lex begged. "I'm rich, I have connections, I can..." He was silenced with a tongue that had declared war upon his own.

The cowboy suddenly stopped. Lex reached out to touch his face, it was bare, the bandanna was around his neck. He felt it, wide, soft, the lips tender.

"Would you rather play poker?" Lex asked.

That seemed to invigorate the cowboy. "I hear you've been cheating the house, city boy."

"I assure you, I'm innocent of the charges."

"I think I'm going to have to search you, make sure there aren't any hidden aces up your sleeves."

Finally Clark was there but so where Chloe and Lana. How can I compare Clark's body to the cowboy's if I have company? Lois thought. It was also mail cal time for everyone who used The Talon for a mailing address and among them was a discretely packaged DVD for Lois. She put it aside as if she knew what to expect.

"Movie night? Want me to make some popcorn?" Clark asked. He knew that curiosity always got the better of Lois.

"I don't think this is your kind of video, Clark."

"Maybe we should leave," Lana said.

"Or maybe I should," Clark suddenly said.

He looked just enough like Clark Kent that you'd have to look twice to make certain it wasn't him. If anything he was bit more blond, a bit more tan. Suddenly he had popped up out of a pile of hay along with a woman and someone dressed like a pig.

"If she were yer cousin you'd be thinking what I'm thinking!" He said then proceeded to dive back in to the hay with the pig leaving the woman looking angry.

Martha Kent breathed a sigh of relief. She had gone from not caring for the video entertainment at the hen party, to someone calling her attention to it, to coming to terms with the thought that maybe this was just how Kryptonians were and if Clark wanted to do this he was an adult, to looking at the DVD cover and seeing it was a sample for 'up and cumming' star Monty Ippasia who usually wore his hair slicked back.

He gripped the bed so hard he knew he'd be paying for damages. The cowboy was in top form again and Lex's body was going to pay for it. He took it that the gift of hide chaps had been very well received.

Sudden Lex was flipped on to his back and straddled by the cowboy.

"I don't get you, city slicker, you never seem to learn your lesson."

"Maybe I just need to have it repeated until I do."

"Not much of a ride, are you?"

"Tell me to giddy up then."

Lois was doing a good job ignoring that she had recently asked Clark to go upstairs to the apartment and so far he didn't seem like reminding her about it. Not that she wasn't quite ready to give up her cowboy obsession either. That Monty guy had a better smile anyway.

THE END

~extra ending scene if you need to know what could have happened with Lex~

Lex didn't want to confront his suspicion but if he did he'd have answers. Holding secrets seemed to be such an integral part of Clark Kent's being, but if this was what he was hiding the poor thing needed some relief.But if this is also why then everything Lex thought he knew would be shattered. He sat in his car outside the Kent farm trying to will himself onward. He had gone thru 100 scenarios, 100 reasons why, and none of them felt like the possible truth.

Suddenly there he was, the most beautiful angel on earth with a wheelbarrow full of freshly mucked out barn hay. On seeing Lex's car Clark broke in to an enchanting smile.

The Kents didn't appear to be home.

"Hey, Clark, do you have a moment to talk?"

"Sure, let me clean up first."

That is the smell, Lex told himself as he entered the barn. Should I go to the loft or wait down here? Clark was back already.

"When do you expect your parents to be home?"

"Soon enough."

"We should go up to the loft."

Lex looked around, the place still looked like it belonged to a teenaged boy. He picked up a toy cowboy, "How long have you been playing dress up, Clark?"

"Huh?"

There was a coil of rope hung up on a hook but it wasn't the type the cowboy used.

"How did you get mixed up in that kind of work?" A leather belt without a buckle hung over the railing. Come on, Clark, think of some sort of excuse. If you're going to lie it better be a good one.

"Ippasia means horseback riding in Greek," Lex continued. "I told him to make sure he never dyes his hair too dark. He's also been told to share the screen with Buck Avaler, especially until he grows his hair out, but a lot of things in life are easier said than done."

"It started with regular modeling, clothes and just standing there," Clark began. "One of the other guys did dirty pictures and I got curious."

Dirty pictures? That sounded like something Jonathan Kent would say.

"But I didn't want anyone to know it was me so I thought of the mask."

Clark had a look of not only having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar but also with one in his mouth. "I wasn't ever going to do anything with anyone else. It was just masked cowboy stuff." A smile of perverse joy was spreading across his face. "After all, it's my body.

"Then I saw that guy who looks a lot like you and I started getting ideas."

"Ideas?"

"Yeah, ideas."

Clark stood, his face was close to Lex's, his breath hot and heavy.

"I was having second thoughts about what I was ready to do that day but then I saw it was the real you."

Lex turned away from Clark and hung his head. "I don't know what you got in to me that day. I had looked in to Mr Avaler for legal reasons, especially once I was informed what he did for a living." He turned to face Clark again. "That day, everything was already arranged. As long as we're never in the same place at the same time no one can tell the difference. And I must say, curiosity had finally got the better of me."

He looked at Clark's lips. "From the moment we first met I wanted to know what you tasted like."

"Good thing I knew it was really you, then," Clark said.

Lex collapsed on a tearful mess. "How could you, Clark? Tell me someone put you up to this! You're an innocent farm boy who didn't even know how to properly hog time me!"

"Well maybe I'm tired of always having to do the farm boy bit!"

Clark grabbed Lex by the shirt collar, pulled him to his feet, and slammed him against a beam.

"It's my body and I'll do what I want with it! And just maybe I should do what I want to yours as well!"

"Lex, are you okay?"

The Kents had returned to find a dazed Lex stumbling out of the barn.

"What happened?"

"I tripped, fell down the stairs."

"Sit down, do you need a doctor?"

"I'll be okay, I just need to catch my breath."

"Clark? Clark! Where are you?"

He came out of the house, half a cookie in his mouth. "What's going on? Lex! Are you okay?"

I will be, he told himself, but I mustn't cry in front of the Kents. "I think one of the steps to the loft might be loose." Not until I'm clear of here.

My tears are only for Clark.

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Farmhouse Five, or The Gainer Crusade: Vore Wars 9

A science fiction force feeding and vore-infused anti-gaining gaining story heavily inspired by Kurt VonneGUT's classic post-modern novel. (Why? Because it's the internet).

A sixth generation Swedish-American now living in easy circumstances in Minnesota [and still eating too much] who as a fat man's son, as a prisoner of the farmer, witnessed the fire-bombing of his own physique, a long time ago, and survived to grow and tell the tale. This is a story somewhat in the obesogenic manner of the tales of the moon of the Surplus, where the galaxy’s biggest bellies come from. Eat.

All this happened, more or less. But mostly more. The gaining parts, anyway, are true. One guy I knew really was tube fed to death for refusing to breed with the Lord of the Pigs. So it grows. I returned to the farmhouse with an old gainer buddy of mine, to where we were kept for weeks. There we met a farm boy who was grown fat by the Surplus. We asked him how it was to live under Gainerism. He said that at first it was hard as it took time to get used to the strain of constant weight gain but now that he was used to it it wasn’t so bad. He was impressed with his belly and the way that it bounced over his belt when he walked. He liked how round it looked and how soft it felt. He was looking forward to seeing it be further accentuated by his dungarees. His brother was fattened till his heart exploded. So it grows.

I look neither forwards nor backwards, only waistwords. My Name is Billy Bondgaard. I’m writing this from my home in Minnesota, in this year. For thirty years I have worked, non-consecutively, as a gastric bypass salesman despite my own size. This has provided for me well and I have continued to gain all my life. I am now comfortable, fat and old, but I will not remain so. I have two chunky sons who follow in my footsteps. Soon they will be unborn again. My husband is dead from a car crash. So it grows. I look waistwords to seeing him again.

I am in the farmhouse with Jerry. My nerves are shot to hell. We are hog tied by our britches waiting for him to return. I am only 246 lbs. Jerry is hungry and delirious for action. He salivates whenever he hears footsteps. He appears to take joy from his captivity. He yearns to increase his capacity. My boxers are tight and stained, unsuitable for the task. I know that I will soon be forced to feed again and I am ill-prepared. I know that I will rely on Jerry to bear some of my burden and that he will resent me for it. He will get cross with me and will blame me for his situation. I will do my best but it won’t be good enough. I am out of my depth and I know it.

He enters, the farmer. He is six foot six and broad in the shoulders. Kind of Dutch looking. His wet black hair sticks to his head from the pouring rain outside. He speaks gruffly, “Hello, Piggies.” Jerry says hello. I remain silent, in trepidation. He weighs us. As is normal. Jerry weighs 387 lbs, he has the right mindset. I was never meant to be a pig, yet at the same time I always was. He starts with soup and bread, a gentleman farmer. Eighty fluid ounces of potato soup and half a loaf of farmhouse white. Jerry embraces the challenge but my stomach already aches and I begin to lack strength and struggle only half way through. “What the hell is wrong with you, Billy?” He shouts at me, “I hope you don’t expect me to pick up the slack again?” “No,” I say, one hundred percent aware that he will.

Roast beef and gravy follows. The gentleman farmer is treating his pigs well. This will not always be the case, there is plenty of swill to come.

My stomach bag is pounding harder and faster than my heart. I count the rhythmic convulsions that play a solid beat while I am forced to eat. Jerry has already finished his main course but I am no where near finished. A slab of half chewed beef falls from my mouth. “What a bad piggy!” The farmer states; “You know the rules, everything has to be eaten!” He picks it up from the ground and places it in between Jerry’s lips. Jerry looks like he wants to kill me, because he does. He swallows the beef and the rest of my main, and my dessert, along with his own. His belly is so swollen that it looks like it might burst open. It’s super distended and hanging low like the globular ball of fat that it is. I look down at my own overweight gut, it’s round and bloated and howling in pain. I really don’t know how Jerry does it? He is the one with the constitution for this. We will both grow fatter at the Farmers bequest but I will never be a real pig like him.

The farmer calmly states that it is time for my punishment. Jerry once more looks at me with daggers. I know that he wants to be punished but my pathetic performance never allows for it. The farmer approaches me from behind. I brace. And I am gone.

My sons, Edgar and Albert are returning from camp today. It has been their first summer away and my husband is excitedly cleaning the kitchen in anticipation of their return. He has prepared five large cakes for them. They will be very pleased but will fight over the odd number. They will feel bad about it when he is dead. My sons don’t believe me about the farmhouse. They think it is just a myth. That I am insane. They don’t believe that the Surplus would ever do that. They are true believers. I know better. I know not only where they have been but where they are going. I have been there. So it grows. I try to stop Edgar from punching Albert over the final cake. I am back there.

The Surplus moon is a strange place. Bland and hectic at the same time. The beings here don’t experience weight yet they are obsessed by it. They are in love with it but don’t feel it. Nothing is linear here. Only expanding. They say that it is the beginning and the end of everything. Everything is circular and after a while I say that I agree. “I agree.” They say that the universe is theirs to consume and that nothing that any of us does matters. I fear they are correct. I am circular. I am a zoo exhibit. They look at me with wonder. I am prehistoric, an artifact. They have never seen one so small. The first seven years I fell into a depression. Then he appeared. Kyle California. The boy from my dreams. The boy from my computer screen youth. At first he wouldn’t look at me. Or them. He was petrified. Snatched from his last moment. Another car crash. Chased by a representation of his own ego. So it grows. He always returns. Returns to me. After the first six months he accepts me and the crowd roar in appreciation when we perform the beast with two fat backs.

In the farmhouse he is here. The one. Like an apparition. I have only met him once but so many times. I know he is real. As real as the minced cow that engorges me. I am fifteen again. I will soon be 600. He comments on how well my belly is pushing against the floor. I knew he was going to say that. I also know what he is going to do next. He always does that. And Danni laughs. Through the pain I see the other. At least I think I do. I always think I do. Half man, half lizard. The warrior. I like him. One day he will save me.

Edgar has knocked one of Albert’s teeth out. The fifth cake is in pieces on the floor. As is Albert. At least he can reach it from down there. “At least you can reach it from down there,” I hear myself say. Albert starts to eat the cake despite the blood in his mouth. He is a good boy. I look at Edgar. He is pretending to be pleased with his victory. He goads his brother. He is my son. I see in his eyes that he knows he really lost. He will never admit it. No matter how many times it happens. Always the same. Always the fattest son who gets the cake.

They tell me how much they enjoyed the camp. How they are both over 200 up. I am so proud of them. They look magnificent. They will return next year. I ask Edgar if he saw where the farmhouse used to be. “Edgar, did you see where the farmhouse used to be?” He gets angry with me. He says there never was any damn farmhouse and that I should give it up. “There never was any damn farmhouse. Give it up.” I give it up. Though I know that he is wrong. Jerry died there. So it grows.

Kyle is about to have his last ever conversation with me before his date with an intersection on the outskirts of Monterey. He seems unaware. He is always unaware. Why do I remember? “Are you satisfied with our life here on the Surplus moon?” He asks me. Next he will ask me how I possibly can be when we are trapped like overfed lions in a cage. “How can you possibly be when we are trapped like overfed lions in a cage?” I tell him because I know that I won’t always be there. “Because I know that I won’t always be here.” He asks me if I love him. “Do you love me?” I tell him a hundred times over. “I love you a hundred times over.” He seems satisfied. Then he is gone. So it grows.

I am totally alone. The giant lizard man is back. I ask him why I remember. “Why do I remember?” He smiles at me as his giant jaw begins to dislocate. His belly swells. Everything goes black. Danni screams. I am unstuck.

The oversized coffin is pushed down the church aisle on a trolley. It’s far too heavy for anyone to carry. I am back at my husband's funeral. So it grows. I look waistwards to seeing him again.

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Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw

Chapter Eleven

WC: 1,738.

C/W: Angst, pregnancy.

HOG Masterlist!

In hopes of some miracle everyone stood in the command room, the backup daggers still waiting to see if they needed take off. Mazy chewed on her lip pacing the back of the room Phoenix watched her best friend. Mazy had cried all her tears and now was just hiccuping her heart felt like it sat at the bottom of her stomach. The same feeling she couldn't shake since her father went down, since her soon to be husband went down. Mazy didn't know how to react to anything she was feeling.

"Mazy please sit," Phoenix walked over and put her hand on her shoulder. Mazy closed her eyes for a moment and nodded following Phoenix to an open desk chair. Phoenix sat in the one opposite of her and rested her hands in Mazy's.

"They're going to come back," Phoenix sighed.

"How? How is that plausible neither of us saw parachutes both times they went down." Mazy chewed on her lip and looked Phoenix in the eyes. She couldn't rile herself up with false hope it wasn't going to happen. She was now left just like Bradley was left without a father that's how she felt.

She was left without her father or her lover.

Mazy sighed and pulled her hands from Phoenix's and ran them down her face, the cold metal of her ring band cold against her cheek. "I love you Phoenix." Mazy nodded and looked at her, "Please just promise me you'll be here for me no matter what's happening."

"Storm, I'm here for you no matter what. I swear. Always will be. Okay?" Phoenix looked at her. Both of their heads whipped as one of the control people spoke up, "Sir, we're receiving a signal from Roosters ESAT. But there seems to be malfunctions."

"What?" Mazy gasped and she got up running to the man.

"Have you lost him?" Warlock asked.

"No, sir. He's supersonic."

"He's airborne." Warlock stated.

"How? What?" Mazy looked to Phoenix.

"In What?" Cyclone looked at Warlock.

"Sir, overwatch reports an F-14 Tomcat is airborne and on course for our position." Comanchie spoke up.

"That crazy bastard," Phoenix clicked her tongue and held Mazy close.

"I'm gonna kill him," Mazy shook her head, "Both of them."

"Can't be. It can't be!" Warlock shook his head.

"Maverick." Cyclone spoke his eyes wide to everyone in the room in pure disbelief that this was happening.

"My dad is fucking crazy. I can't believe he's doing this." Mazy looked at Phoenix.

"He really is living up to all the stories I've heard from you and Rooster both." Phoenix agreed.

"Can you also promise me another thing?" Mazy looked at the other women. They'd known each other as long as they'd both been flying for.

"Yeah hun?" Phoenix gave her full attention to her.

"If they come back will you be my maid of honor in our wedding?" Mazy smiled at her with hope. Phoenix was only one of the few girls she knew, she'd been surrounded by male aviators her whole life.

"Of course. I was waiting for you to ask me." Phoenix giggled.

"I was waiting for a good time to ask you but this seems like a logical one?" Mazy shrugged with a smile. A familiar voice came through the controls.

"I'm going up. I'm taking off." Hangman came through the radio.

"Hangman, you're not authorized to fly." Comanchie came in.

"They might need me." Hangman came in before he had taken off. Mazy and Phoenix made eye contact with both of their faces in shock. I mean Hangman wasn't wrong there could be enemy jets out there and flying in a museum piece like that. It wasn't logical for a good dog fight against fifth gen fighters.

It wasn't long before Hangman's voice came back through the radios, "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing." The sound of Hangman's voice couldn't relieve the two girls more than ever.

"They're coming back," Mazy sniffed as she and Phoenix embraced each other In a tight hug.

"They did the impossible." Phoenix laughed.

"My dad always said it's the pilot not the jet." Mazy giggled as they pulled apart and walked towards the doors. Where they could see the runway.

The two watched in disbelief and happiness as Hangman landed followed by Mav and Rooster. As the jet skidded to a stop Mazy and Phoenix rushed out onto the runway as Mav and Rooster climbed out of the jet. Mazy gave Rooster barely enough time to remove his helmet before she flung himself onto him knocking them both onto the runway.

"I don't know if I should, hug ya, kiss ya, or slap ya!" Mazy smiled at Rooster and lightly slapped him on the chest.

"I'm so happy to see you Mazy darlin'." Rooster sat up and hugged his fiancé tight. Both of them then climbed back up from the ground.

"Nothin' for your old man?" Mav smiled walking over. Mazy hugged him.

"Don't be stupid," Mazy pulled from the hug looking at him.

"Then we wouldn't be back here," Mav chuckled as Hangman and Phoenix walked over along with the rest of the squadron.

Mazy never wanted to let go of Rooster after that moment. But she did momentarily so he could talk to the rest of them.

"Chalked yourself another kill." Rooster smiled at Hangman.

"That makes two." Hangman smiled at him.

"Mav has five. Makes him an ace." Phoenix and Mazy smiled as they walked over. Mazy and Phoenix took their turns hugging Hangman.

"Thanking you for bringing them back for me." Mazy smiled into the hug with Hangman.

"Anytime Storm." the blonde smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Captain Mitchell," Rooster called as he walked over to Mav, "Sir."

Mav took no time in embracing Rooster into a tight well needed overdue hug. Mazy had come to her senses with her father and now she was waiting for Rooster to do the same and well this was the time.

"Thank you for saving my life." Mav looked at Rooster with full seniority.

"It's what my dad would've done." Rooster smiled the two hugging again and Mav pulled in Mazy as she walked by taking her by surprise.

He felt like he had almost lost both his kids up there in the sky. He made a promise to Carole to protect her son and he made a promise to himself to protect Mazy and he felt as if he had broken it. But he had his own redemption inside.

He was proud of himself and his kids for following in both their dad's footsteps and becoming the best of the best pilots. He was sad that it didn't start great and he went so long being ignored by both but now that it counted he was able to make up with both.

When they were back on land Mazy knew it was time to come clean. It had been a couple days and Mav had been crashing in their spare bedroom as he figured out his business with Penny and sort out if he was going to instruct at Top Gun again or not.

Mazy locked her and Phoenix in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom to take a pregnancy test.Phoenix had actually brought three tests. She was more than sure that she was pregnant but she needed to be sure. Mav and Bradley went out for drinks at the Hard Deck and Mazy knew it was time.

"So what's your plan?" Phoenix looked at Mazy as she set the tests out to take.

"If I'm pregnant then I'm gonna make them lunch or maybe dinner. I don't know? I'll sit them down and tell them then. If they're negative I'll throw them out and act as if nothing had happened?" Mazy looked at Phoenix where she sat on the edge of the tub.

"Can I ask you something, Mazy?" Phoenix furrowed her eyebrows. Mazy looked up from where she was reading the instructions.

"Yeah Nat?" Mazy hummed.

"What do you hope the answer is going to be?" Nat looked at Mazy with uncertainty.

"Can I be honest with you?" Mazy walked over and sat on the edge of the bathtub next to Nat and took one of her hands.

"Yeah of course. Like I said I'll be here no matter what decision you make or whatever the results are." Nat assured her by stroking the top of Mazy's hand. Nat wanted Mazy to be happy; she knew the whole story and she was glad Mazy was coming to peace with her life.

"I hope they're positive." Mazy breathed out, "I don't know if I wanna be done flying but I know I want a baby with Bradley regardless. And maybe the decision isn't clear now but maybe it will be later? You know?" Mazy explained herself, she was so between what she wanted and she also wanted to make sure Bradley was comfortable with whatever was going to happen.

"Let's take these tests," Nat nodded and got up with Mazy and grabbed the instructions.

Mazy had taken the tests and now Mazy and Nat sat against the bathtub with a timer going till they could look at the tests. They sat in utter silence as the time seemed to move on like hours.

Mazy studied the wall of the bathroom, the bathroom was painted a light grey shade with natural light flooding in from the window next to the mirror. They had designed their home to look the perfect way they wanted it. Mazy had studied color theory in high school and liked the contrast of colors and how they were associated with moods. The timer rang, snapping Mazy out of her daze. She scrambled up at the speed she did when she was in basic training. She grabbed the tests and stared at them.

She let out a gasp and covered her mouth with her hand. "What? What?"

"I'm pregnant!" Mazy smiled and showed Phoenix.

"Oh my god...Congrats Mazy." Phoenix smiled and wrapped her in a hug, "You're going to be the best mother I know."

"And you'll be the best godmother." Mazy smiled as tears began coming from her eyes. She was so happy she couldn't contain her flood of euphoric emotions.

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