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[doughyduo]

jello women

[rosiesmuts]

Odd Atelier

BLACKPINK Jennie

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A/N: Happy Birthday Jennie

Probably the greatest birthday cake in existence. It's not the traditional kind in the very least. It's one that can't be shared among family and friends; can't be used for gifts or congratulations.

Outside of the walls of Jennie's bedroom is evidence of a party. Traces of her most loved ones that celebrated her 27 years on this Earth: balloons are floating around, streamers cover every room, empty pizza boxes and discarded plastic cups are everywhere. But now they're all gone—the only thing left is this magnificent birthday cake presented just for you.

Jennie Fucking Kim on all fours, her ass in the air, her winking starfish slathered in saliva. It's what she deserves—a fitting gift that honors the birthday girl perfectly. And you are the lucky gift giver. Slobbering over the woman that appears on billboards, magazine covers, red carpets and anywhere else hot women go. It's been thirty minutes of pure unadulterated feasting and Jennie's getting lightheaded because of it—her ass and pussy have been utterly adored by your lips and tongue.

So good. There's a fine art to eating ass—especially one that belongs to Jennie. Your face, chin, and entire jaw are a mess, so are the sheets under her knees. You can only imagine how thoroughly debased your upper lip must look right now.

It makes you throb. Having Jennie in this position. Her entire back is sweaty and arched like a cat. She keeps shaking because her legs feel like jello. You grip her right cheek with a tight palm, tug it a little before lapping at it once more. You reach her quivering ringed hole and lick the velvety skin with an aggressive flat tongue that makes Jennie mewl as your chin gets pushed against her cunt.

You can't help but plant another soft kiss over the rim, humming contentedly at how incredibly warm it feels. How inviting it is. And while it has been truly mind-blowing—to feast and devour the pussy and ass of a globally acclaimed woman… you've noticed a certain desire in the last five minutes.

Jennie Fucking Kim. World famous idol. Begging for everything while her face is smothered into a pillow. A pathetic, needy woman. Just for you.

Now she wants more than just your tongue. It's her birthday. She has presents waiting to be opened.

"Oh please..." Jennie whimpers. Her eyes are half-closed as if she was lost in a trance, only roused when your thumb slowly pokes the pucker. Your tongue on her cheeks, spreading saliva everywhere, getting her as wet as possible for what comes next.

You start to prod Jennie's puckered backdoor, teasingly sliding between her jiggling cheeks—earning you another moan. This would make one hell of a documentary if she was ever caught like this. Probably cause an outrage, too. Imagine the look on those thirsty fans of hers seeing their godly idol just... ruined. Debased. Mired in sex. It doesn't matter, of course, whether her fans would find her reprehensible for it. They don't matter now that she's on her hands and knees. Vulnerable in a way nobody should ever be vulnerable—not her. Especially not Jennie. But she is.

"Mmm..." There goes another sigh. A sigh of relief when a thumb presses against her crinkled rose. Slowly, lovingly, sinking into the deep confines of her forbidden place.

Her hips jump and you force her back down. You love her sounds; the soft sighs, and gasps. How can you not? Right now she's giving a little show, she loves the attention. Looking over her shoulder with an infectious grin on her face—an encouraging smirk, showing you that she's waiting on something a little more exciting. A lot more exciting. You raise your eyebrows in response. She purses her lips in answer.

Oh.

Of course.

"You ready birthday girl? Any ideas on what your present should be?" You lean back, pulling out a bottle of lube from her bedside table. Lathering the entirety of her asshole with it. She looks so damn gorgeous with her toned back in an upward arc and a sexy face contorted in an expression of pure want and lust.

"Surprise me..." Her response is a seductive purr.

The invitation is too hard to resist—especially since Jennie's arching back pushes her hips out and back, effectively shaking her ass side-to-side with a delighted chuckle.

"...OH!" The tip teases her entrance, making her entire body spasm before you're actually able to penetrate. Her backside is soaked, but there are some resistances as your shaft pushes, pushes, pushes… finally stopping only once the ridge of your head pops through.

Fuck, it's tight. Damn it all to hell and heaven, how is her ass always this tight?

There goes another delirious sigh. Hitched. Croaky. Slightly high-pitched. Another wonderful sound coming from a woman that sounds like an angel, looks like one, and sings like one. There are few things Jennie can't do; she's too talented. Too beautiful. An exquisite blend of form and function, pleasure and pain—both which she endures on a daily basis. All because she was made to be looked at by everyone, but never touched. To inspire all, but not to interact. Except tonight.

Tonight it's all about Jennie. The birthday girl always gets her wish.

Jennie clenches hard the further your cock invades. It feels absolutely electric—every last bit of it. The way her body stretches is nothing short of spectacular.

"Ah fuck! P-please. Slow..." She grits her teeth, digging her nails into her pillows, no doubt. She's trembling all over. It's hard for her to take, but she also knows that the pain will eventually make way for a sensational bliss. It always does. Her slim defined back is lightly coated in sweat.

"Slow enough?" You rub your fingers into her backside. A warm up of sorts before grabbing the cheeks with enough vigor to leave marks. Pulling and squeezing the soft flesh of her backside apart, lewdly examining where the two of you are conjoined, and with a sinister chuckle, give an experimental pump.

"FUCK!" She starts to shake uncontrollably and tries her best to remain steadfast, "Keep going..." It comes out as a pant. She's enjoying it, after all. Enjoys the little hurt it brings—gets off on the little sting you're able to provide.

Little by little, you push into Jennie's perfect heart-shaped butt. Into her ass that's incredibly hot and constricting—almost impossible to breathe whenever her body coils tightly around your hard-on.

"Yes!" She tosses her hair, biting into the sheets when your hips meet her ass with an audible slap.

You hold still for a moment. Rocking back and forth a little bit as the tight heat wraps you in pure silk. Almost overwhelming, considering just how tight she is. All you have to do is sit and savor the feeling while Jennie's chest drops onto the bed.

She's panting, heaving even, but she wiggles her hips in an attempt to get accustomed to your presence. Another meek sound of frustration is heard, causing you to release an amused breath as you stroke her back. When she looks over her shoulders—there's a wild gleam in her dark eyes. It's almost magical. "Fuck my ass like you hate me..."

And without further prompt, you pull out halfway before snapping your waist into her with all the force you can muster. That single action elicits a choked cry from her throat and then another and another.

You let it loose. Go all out. Use every ounce of strength and force until the two of you are shuddering and yelling, the obscene sounds of sweat and bodies mingle with moans and groans. It's so dirty; so filthy, yet Jennie absolutely loves it. In spite of everything she does for a living, her actual sexual appetite is simply unbridled.

Pulling her arms towards you, you gather both wrists within your right hand and pin them firmly against her lower back. Using it as leverage to ram yourself into her at an almost unnatural pace, watching in utter fascination at the way her back muscles shift and move, all to keep herself from tumbling face-first against the bed.

All the while, she's groaning. Slurring words incomprehensibly, asking for a little bit of pain—which you gladly deliver. Each slap is perfectly timed, enough to turn her flesh pink and vibrate from the impact, but not hard enough to do real harm. Just like that, Jennie is thrashing on top of her pillow, pushing back in an attempt to relieve the sting before grinding and rubbing against you. The little shit always craves more.

It's hard to imagine who's getting the better present here. For her, it could be the rough anal fuck she's been wanting for some time now. It's all she asked for all week—and for you, it was getting the chance to savagely pillage and conquer the ass of the hottest girl on Earth.

"F-fuck! I'm gonna-ah..."

Those words ring around your ears as they get muffled with her bedsheets.

"You're gonna what?" You pause to lean forward and growl into the shell of her ears. Tugging her arms and forcing her to arch her spine further until her back is kissing the skin of your stomach, causing her to hiss in satisfaction, "You're gonna cum like a filthy slut with her ass being reamed?"

"Yes!"

The thirty or so minutes of foreplay have certainly paid off. She started already wound up tight, and now her body is practically trembling, eager to let loose. It's impossible to prolong the pleasure for long; with a little more adjustment to the angle and speed, Jennie finally sings and wails—shaking and writhing her body on the verge of a world shattering climax.

Jennie Fucking Kim owns one beautiful little fuckhole and it squeezes every last bit of vitality from you, almost as if her ass was trying to strangle every last bit of life you had. Your entire frame trembles as her snug, grasping hotness envelops you in a hot prison and attempts to rip you off. For the duration of her climax, her hands scramble to grab anything and everything they can: her own hair, the sheets—the world, perhaps. There's a little bit of everything happening at that exact instant and you're almost too afraid to move from fear of losing such a heavenly sensation.

But of course, you move.

It's her birthday after all, she needs a few good spanks to feel fully appreciated. To let her ride out this intensity, her entire body jittering in pure elation. And you grant it to her. Delivering more spanks to her beautiful ass, reddening them further, adding to that warmth and almost euphoria-like state the superstar is experiencing.

Her pussy quakes and flutters. The feeling of cumming by butt alone is so much greater than it normally would've been. The tension was much more powerful, stronger in a way and almost addicting, despite the slight twinge in her cheeks and the noticeable bite of pain.

For a moment, everything is lost.

"So sensitive... C-can barely think straight..." Her head sways limply. You'd almost feel bad, if not for her pleased giggles and blissful sigh.

Jennie lies limply, spent beyond measure, all to satisfy her desires. You have to roll the idol on to her back as it seemed her strength has suddenly left her. All to ensure she doesn't completely collapse and possibly ruin this fun party for the both of you.

She's glistening in a thick sheen of sweat and her smile has never looked so brilliant and inviting.

"You're beautiful Jennie..."

"Funny that your greatest compliments come when you're fucking my ass." A sly giggle is shared. She raises a leg and holds it against her chest while the other one is casually parted open.

"What can I say? I'm a man of refined taste." You take the sight of her body in—of the woman splayed on her back like this; naked and satisfied, slick and supple skin glistening in a heavy sweat. The sticky fluids around her folds are starting to coat her ass as well and you can't help but smile to yourself in triumph. "Shame it's over already." You know exactly what to say. How to challenge her. And of course she's not gonna refuse. It's Jennie. Of course she has a few more tricks up her sleeves.

"Nope, this is just the beginning..." She smirks. The life returns to the doe-eyed beauty and the glint in her dark irises becomes nothing short of wicked. It's time for Jennie to stop being the submissive little bitch and take charge. To show that her famous curves are hers to own. Her beautiful body and devious mind is hers and only hers to use as she sees fit. You watch as she leans forward and puts both her palms on your chest—forcefully pushing you down to her bed and straddling you, grinding that beautiful ass over your stomach and making your unreleased cock twitch with need.

It's only 11pm and Jennie still has an hour left to celebrate her 27th birthday... and she intends on spending all that time savoring that delicious ache in her ass.

Happy birthday to her. Happy birthday to you.

"There's no time for a rest, right now I'm gonna ride you."

No complaints.

Absolutely none.

There isn't any way to decline Jennie. Not when it involves your cock and her ass.

After all, it's Jennie's night—the night she turns you into a quivering mess, the night when she puts you under her spell—and makes you fall harder than before. She turns up the heat—another degree hotter when she's at her sexiest, at her most mischievous and dominant.

Jennie winks. Her favorite, trademark move as her face glimmers under the twinkling lights. Her lips are slightly parted in that signature Jennie Kim pout and she's now putting her assets into a display of sorts; rolling her body slowly in an almost rhythmic motion. This dance, a teaser, and one that her fans would pay a premium to see, makes its way on stage: you.

Her toned lithe waist, the little things on her chest, and that godforsaken smile. So tight and perfect. Hot and inviting, and you just need to feel that intense grip around your shaft once more. There's no safe words here—not like Jennie will ever let you use them anyway. Her small frame begins to writhe to its own imaginary beat, shimming and shaking with purpose. The gentle rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic. A sway. Back and forth.

You want her. Badly. She holds your cock in her dainty palm and teases it over and over.

"This is for me and my birthday... Any objections?" Her smile becomes impossibly bigger. Playful and inebriating and there is only one answer that fits the occasion.

"No." Internally you're dying. She keeps pressing it against her starfish, but never quite giving in, only smearing the precum over the orifice.

She smiles in amusement, "Good." She leans forward, capturing your mouth with an affectionate peck on the lips. "Just a little longer. Wanna see how long you can wait."

And so the torture begins. The heat, the haze, and the melody of a sex-drunk woman.

A world-renowned dancer who shakes her hips as she rolls forward, running a finger against your pecs. She brings your hands up to do the same, telling you to caress every nook and curve of her. Make her feel that irresistible electricity that shoots straight down her spine when she's with you. To feel how soft her skin is and how malleable her beautiful little breasts are. She gasps with glee, giggling away in genuine amusement.

She rises from your grasp—her tantalizing curves a testament to her dedication, her passion. You swallow dryly as a drop of saliva drips off the corner of your lips. Such a lewd display has you seeing stars. Your jaw slacks and your eyes focus entirely on her figure—all its stunning contours, lines and edges.

"You really love my ass." A cute puff escapes her. A tinkling laughter before she fulfills out every one of your shared desires.

The snug fit is inevitable—after an incredible amount of teasing from your lovely playmate, she has finally chosen to go for it. Her back is arched upwards and she bites her lower lips when your rod enters her still raw hole—though there's a tiny bit of pain that never bothered her before.

"Shit..." Jennie holds your arm tightly for a moment. That is, before an unholy mixture of delight, satisfaction, and searing arousal overtakes her mind. This moment of weakness doesn't last for long and she immediately repurposes it. She bounces and grinds—each move has her inner walls massage your cock. You're in bliss. Everything that the star does is magical and you're so utterly infatuated. So hypnotized by the look of absolute indulgence. She's an elegant song, and a masterpiece to behold. The sweat pooling between her breasts only enhances her grace, a little bead trickles down her navel. She throws her head, luscious raven hair falls everywhere, and her eyes are squeezed shut, a guttural moan when she sits completely flush.

She rests for a second, catching her breath, still smiling all the while. Even at rest, she's mesmerizing. You notice how she holds your hands firm, fingers intertwined, she won't let you escape. You never wanted to.

The adorable whimpers of happiness are back as she looks up at the ceiling, rocking her hips lightly—teasing you, coaxing you for even more. With one smooth move she's rising and falling, faster, and faster still, going for a solid tempo that sees her hips pounding incessantly against yours.

"Fuck." a choked cry is pulled out of you, "this feels amazing."

"Oh yeah, you really like me fucking my own ass?" Her smug little comment is punctuated by a grunt and another hearty slap to her juicy cheeks. Jennie laughs in her unique sing-song way—breathy sighs and delicious whines. She bounces. And she bounces and bounces—both her beautiful tits, her raven-haired head, and that irresistible heart-shaped ass, too.

Jennie raises and falls on your length and her heavy breathing fills the air alongside her impassioned, sexy cries. She works so hard on top of you and pulls out all the stops: shaking her ass side-to-side, clamping down as she draws to the head of your dick, relaxing on the way down again. Jennie is a performer after all, and she can really put on a show.

She arches her spine back and traces a finger along her untouched flower. Teasing herself. That part of Jennie will be left alone, at least for right now, this is an anal adventure, and so her pleasure from that particular place will have to wait until later. The teasing is deliberate, playful, and a way of providing more stimulation to her greedy bum. It is enough to make her squeak in desperation. The urge to touch herself is overbearing, and only increased when you reach up and pinch the tiny nubs on her chest.

Her expression melts at the assault—completely uninhibited, free, and not afraid of getting messy. There's no one here to judge her. No one except the lucky, blessed spectator below and her own greedy one track mind focused on pleasure. On indulgence. Complete self-gratification.

The strain is showing. Her pace slows as her tired legs from exertion. And now you're the one showing her pity, running a palm over the damp hair sticking to her back, down to the subtle dimples above her ass. She sighs sweetly in response and then draws close, clutching onto your arms.

"Do something for me?" She asks cutely.

You smile in response, nodding your approval. Jennie relinquishes control, simply lays on your chest, awaiting for the moment your hips thrust in and out of her.

"Happy birthday," Your first kiss is to her cheek then your lips hover against her ear, "and to many more to come, Miss Jennie Kim."

Your next movement has her clamp a hand over her mouth in order to smother a lustful gasp. A roll of your hips followed by an upward pump. There is absolutely nothing that beats that first initial snap of the waist. Another after. You use one hand to steady her in her current prone position. The other one is at work, roughly pawing at her ass and smacking at the red cheeks, accenting each new powerful snap of your waist.

"Harder..." Jennie slurs with delirious elation.

You're not sure which one she's referring to, so you offer her both: pumping harder and faster as requested while striking her ass with enough force that the echoes reverberate across her bedroom.

"Fuu-ah... FUCK!"

For a moment, you're startled by her reaction. By how intensely her asshole grips, how hard she pants, how quickly she is cumming without warning. So much buildup and yet that's all it takes. Your chest tightens and you grit your teeth, fighting off the climax that threatens to shoot straight into her backdoor. But she's begging you, practically urging you, to fill that lewd forbidden place with everything that you got.

"You should feel lucky you know," Jennie moans between bounces. "If I let you cum inside, and believe me you'll be allowed to cum inside. You'll be the luckiest man in the world."

Fuck... No kidding. You already feel like the luckiest man alive at this very second.

But your legs are growing weaker, the knot forming at the base of your stomach tightens with each passing moment. The immense pleasure burning through you with each new throb. It's hard to stave off the inevitable release that is boiling just at the threshold.

You take a deep breath. Close your eyes and pray. It's the only way to stay sane—you have to remain in control for just a minute more.

"Go ahead. Be the luckiest man in the world."

Jennie offers permission. There is no denying her this time. And you'll do everything to ensure this birthday will be unforgettable—and you're ready to take that first step.

The idea of an impending explosion is intimidating, the reality even more so. Your body seems to go haywire—like a machine whose sole function is to thrust deep inside Jennie, causing her to spasm, her muscles to quake. Jennie moans. Louder and louder. Less controlled, less sensual. More animalistic and filled with need. Desperate sounds that don't stop spilling out of her the more you shove your hips into hers.

Over an hour of buildup all comes down to one single moment. An unceremonial release, both from Jennie and you. This climax, stronger than any, stronger than all the others. Your last ounce of strength goes to pin Jennie back against your lap, just as you unleash torrential floods of seed—soaking her, coating every part of her ass that is available and then some. At the same time, Jennie lets loose with an unrestrained series of whimpers and lets the warmth from deep inside her wash over. Let it run out between your tightly squeezed bodies.

A myriad of sensations hit the two of you like a tsunami: your entire frame erupts with sensation, shivers and shudders from the pleasure and euphoria. All around, your senses go out of focus, the room begins to spin, but not in that nauseous way—a heavenly sort of thing, and when Jennie purrs out your name in pure satisfaction, your pulse spikes. The hazy heady rush and feeling of ecstasy hits a crescendo, the pinnacle of satisfaction.

The breaths are still coming hard and fast. Hearts beating frantically. What started out slow is ending with a flourish.

She still has some time left to her special day but everyone involved in the intimate celebration is completely spent. Utterly exhausted, but content.

Jennie rolls off your body, uses whatever strength she has left to nuzzle against the crook of your neck, "Best birthday ever..." She presses an appreciative kiss against your sweaty, heated temple.

And that, to you, is a win—one that surpasses all the awards she has already achieved.

[flusteredglaceon]

I wish there was a website that has nothing but Ssbbw/Ussbbws eating/being stuffed with food, and that’s it, just women gorging themselves nonstop~. The idea of just going to the website and watching them eat and eat and eat, watching them burst out of their clothes and watching their bellies jiggle like jello is just the best idea to me

[munchymuchy]

First stink face story

[A young, handsome man named Jason works as a chiropractor with most of his clients being women since not too many men want another man touching them. This has always been great for Jason since he's very closeted and doesn't want to be labeled a pervert. Everything was fine until he got a new client....a client named Rikishi]

"You have a wonderful day Mrs.Sanderson! Be sure not to put too much strain on your back, that's where all those pesky knots come from Haha," Jason said waving to one of his older female clients. "Oh dear thank you so much, with hands like yours I know you'd make a woman very happy with those," said the old woman smiling at Jason. Jason nervously chuckled at the old woman "Oh I might one day just not right now". Before the older woman could respond Jason hurriedly went back to his office while waving goodbye.

Jason sat down and sighed in his chair. "Man...what a day...maybe I can relax for a little bit bef-" Just as he finished his sentence he heard a bang, "What the hell was that?!". Jason rushed out of his office and saw that AC fell completely out of the window and onto the ground. It was one of the hottest days of the year and that AC was the best the office had and it just suddenly broke. The rest of the office came in to see the commotion and just stood around the broken AC on the ground in shock. "Oh no!, how could this even have happened??" "It's too hot for the AC to be out" "Why lord why!!" The employees said. "Everyone! It's gonna be all right! Just calm down. We can replace this but it may take a while before it comes. We can most likely leave early since no on-" Just as he said that the door had swung open and everyone looked.

It felt like time froze for Jason, never in his 4 years of working has had a male client step through those doors but he never thought WWE star Rikishi would either!! His employees screamed excitedly and started to run over to the smiling large man. "Hey there everyone! glad that I could make yall day" said Rikishi hugging and shaking hands of some of the employees. Jason completely forgot he was just standing in place not saying anything so he mustered up the courage and walked over to greet him. "Welcome! welcome, it's glad to have you here" Jason said with a fake smile on his face, "it's an honor to have you here, I used to watch Wrestling when I was a kid and you honestly were my favorite" and with saying that he hesitantly put out his hand.

The jolly Samoan wasted no time and shook the man's hand with a firm grip. "Glad to see I'm still some people's favorites!" Rikishi said with a big smile. "Well let's get you into a room, my assignet will show you the way" One of the female employees began walking with Rikishi to show him the room but as they were walking Jason got a good look at his outfit as he walked away. He was wearing a yellow and white shirt with white shorts that showed the outline of his ass. Jason's whole world felt like it was in slow motion watching Kishi's gargantuan ass move cheek by cheek jiggling like jello in a balloon. Jason could feel his face getting hot and one of the employees took notice "Mr.Yards? Are you ok? Mr.Yards?" Jason snapped out of his trace and cleared his throat "Y-yes I'm alright, ok everyone! this will be the last client for today. Since it's very hot and the AC isn't working you all are free to leave early. As soon as I'm done with this client I will close up". Jason said trying to sound as professional as possible.

All the employees thanked Jason and one by one started to leave. As they were leaving Jason made his way to the room where his very famous client was waiting for him. Before Jason walked in he said "Deep breaths Jason...just don't screw this up...just think blankly and professionally" and with that being said he put on a fake smile and opened the door. "So sorry to keep you waiting Mr.Fatu! I apologize for the lack of cool air, I'll try to get you out as quick as possible". "It's alright son! And just call me Rikishi no need to be formal," Kishi said with a smile. As the big man was sitting upright on the traction Jason saw small stains of sweat on his body especially under his arms, between his thighs. Jason couldn't really see his ass since he was sitting down but he started to imagine a huge sweat stain in between his cheeks. Before he could imagine the smell rikishi touched him on his shoulder "You ok uce? You looked really out of it and you look kinda red too" Rikishi seemed worried for the man thinking that he might've had a fever or something. "O-oh! I'm sorry it's just the heat. Now let's get started," Jason said motioning Rikishi to lay on his stomach.

Jason was right about before...Rikishi's ass crack was covered in sweat! it was right down the middle looking like someone poured water on his white shorts. Jason could feel himself wanting to bury his face deep into his ass licking and sniffing it but he snapped himself out of it and started doing his work. He started at the top of his back with small massages to loosen him up. A relieved sigh as a response came from the massage. "Man, that feels great". "I'm glad you think so," said Jason trying not to focus on his ass. "ya'know....I don't really let a lot of people touch me..too many weirdo's out here," Rikishi said with a chuckle, and with that Jason gave a fake chuckle back realizing he's one of those weirdos "Well I'm glad that you trust me". With that small talk out of the way, Jason made it to the middle of his back and pressed down and a small gurgle filled the room. "Hope ya don't mind, had a little Taco Bell before I came, might release some steam if you press too hard," He said in a joking manner. Jason hesitated to press down but he had to it was his job. When he pressed both a loud crack and a 4-second beefy fart filled the room. Jason was surprised at how loud it was and the smell, he snapped out of his trace "I-i-its perfectly normal, just means your body is r-relaxing." Jason glanced at the big ass that was on the table and could've sworn the sweat stain got bigger. Jason's mind started to slip and then he felt his cock getting hard. Thankfully rikishi's head was down so he couldn't see anything but the floor. Jason was finally at the last part of his back which was his lower back. His lower back was literally just his ass and now Jason could see his ass up close. It was so big and sweaty...he could even smell the mustiness between his cheeks.

"You good back there uce? hope the sweat doesn't bother ya" said Rikishi but Jason was too busy trying to find a firm place to put his hands without getting any honier. Rikishi too noticed the man's silence and not touching him so without warning he raised his head up and turned it to see the chiropractor standing there almost drooling with his hands over his ass and a bugle in his pants. Before Jason could snap himself out of it, it was too late his eyes met with the 400-pound Samoan and they just stared at each other. "I-I-IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!" Jason said stuttering backing up against a wall while Rikishi still lay there and held eye contact. However that staring contest didn't last long, rikishi rose up from his spot towards the babbling man. Jason shut his eyes tightly expecting pain but all he felt was hands being placed on his shoulders. He opened his eyes and saw Rikishi with his hands on his shoulder pushing him down to the floor. Jason let this happen and sat there confused on the ground until he saw the big man pull his shorts down and realized what was going to happen to him.

Jason finally had a much closer look at his ass. He was wearing underwear that barely covered his ass that was covered in more sweat than his shorts. Both cheeks looked like moons with numerous craters even his stretch looked like scars from a battle. Before Jason could react his cheeks slammed against his face and a ray of different smells went through his nose. "So you are one of those weirdos huh? I figured I felt your eyes on my ass as soon as I walked in. You like don't ya?" rikishi said pressing the boy farther into his musty crack. All Jason could do was scream into his but all it did was vibrate into his ass. Jason's cock started to throb even more...he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants until Rikishi grabbed it. "nu uh uh, don't even think about it...Hold it in." Jason's mom's mind started racing but that was cut short because of some of the sweat getting into his nose. It was so swampy and humid, it felt like he couldn't even breathe but...he wanted more. He pushed his end in deeper and started to wiggle his head between his doughy cakes, he even opened his mouth licking the inside of his cheeks. He tasted sweat and a bit of shit on his tongue. Rikishi got off the man's face causing the room to be filled with a suction sound while a trail of saliva came from his butt leaving Jason gasping for air. "Wow...you really like this you fucking perv. you liked that then your gonna love this" Rikishi walked back over to the table and bent over wiggling his ass. "C'mere, how about you put that little hotdog between these two buns."

Jason wasted no time and quick to his feet and took his pants off. His cock felt like it was gonna burst, did suspect one day he'd expect to hotdog a sweaty Samoan's ass? well, he was today and he wasn't gonna stop. Jason spread his cheeks and placed his cock between them. Without warning rikishi clenched his cheeks around his manhood causing him to yelp "Don't think I gave you permission to cum yet, you better hold it in until I tell you." Jason nodded his head as Rikishi unclenched and allowed him to move between his cheeks. Jason took it into his own hands and slid Rikishi's underwear off wanting to feel more and more. This surprised Rikishi at the man's desire for this ass. An ominous gurgle filled the room followed by a grunt and a 8-second wet fart bouncing off Jason's dick. He started to go faster between his cheeks, and the smell mixed with the heat of the room started to make Jason dizzy....he wanted to cum so bad but he had to wait. Rikishi grunted again realizing more farts, for a second he thought he had shit on the man's dick but luckily he didn't. "C-come o-on can I cum now??!" Jason said out of breath and on the brink of exploding between his giant ass cheeks. "Ya'know....I give you permission..but after this" He clenched around the man's cock again and let out a steamy 10-second fart, this caused Jason to cum 4 times at once and then passed out on the ground.

"Wheew, you really did a number on yourself, kid, I mean you didn't even actually put it in my ass and you're all tuckered out," He said chuckling looking back at the man who passed out and dick all soft. Jason mumbled nonsense to himself while the large Samoan just chuckled to himself while picking the man up by his shirt to face the halfway concussion man. "I think you'll be my favorite chiropractor from now on," Rikishi said smiling deviously while the man blacked out completely.

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Hi everyone! this is my very first story regarding Rikishi's stink face. There isn't a lot out there so I mustered up the courage to share mine. I honestly hope with this there can be more stories out there lol

[thekingjadechronicles]

The Color of Bachata

Junior year was a big year for me in terms of exploration. I think everyone should try it. - Charlie

According to Charlie, you could read a lot about a person by the way they moved and she'd learned how to read from the best influences DC had to offer. Each dance had its own movements and a spirit of its own that, if you looked close enough, you could find in all people.

Salsa, for example, lived in the sassiness of one's attitude. It was the snap and quip and drama that exploded into raging wildfire when riled up. Salsa could be zesty and sexy, but it could also be dangerous.

Mambo was in the excitement. It was the pep and energy of a sunny day on the beach with friends. She felt it when she'd discovered The Dirty South step team and found a second start.

Bachata was sensual. It was dancing in the rain with a lover held close and it breathed in every interaction Charlie had with a man who she deemed to be the opposite of her father. She'd fall in love just a little bit every time.

Last but not least, there was Tango. As a labeled tease, Charlie knew it well. Tango lived in flirtation, temptation, and seduction. It was in the hungry eyes at the club and it was in her debatably sick habit of meeting an admirer's energy and dropping off out of boredom.

Tango was what Charlie envisioned sex to be, a game of will and wits. She'd planned to do it for the experience just to say she had, but the stars hadn't yet aligned. She still wasn't sold on it and whether she would be remained to be seen. Whether she'd do it once and be done--she didn't know.

Her richest fantasies were of bachata--love in the mind and soul rather than the body, so imagine her confusion when she felt tango flourish in the pulse between her thighs giving her foreign impulses that made her question--was she truly asexual or was there something else within that label that needed to be explored? Was she living her truth as Lupe had taught her?

It started in her Junior year at Spelman. Charlie felt all manner of confusion when watching the track and field team sprint. Like in high school, these were all pretty black girls with fit track bodies to match, but back at Eastern Senior High she hadn't felt this way.. not about a girl.

Maybe it was due to being surrounded by women all day. She was being conditioned to view them in a different context.

Perhaps she was confusing her feelings of excitement for lust. But why was she excited?

The way the girls sprinted the track bouncing in little blue tank tops with matching short shorts branded with Spelman's logo, Charlie was struck with racy internal dialogue. The thoughts raced quickly while the jello jiggle of ass reduced Charlie to being no better than a man openly ogling.

"Goddamn," she squinted from the stand. "What?" Miranda hurriedly followed her line of sight to a girl they'd called Diedra Mackey. "Goddamn," she echoed seeing that ass for herself.

Desires were called into question. Did this mean Charlie liked women?

Maybe she was a latent lesbian and Miranda was right to tease her all these years, even jokingly. Miranda had told her way back in middle school that she was gay and didn't know it. It didn't feel true at the time, but now..

Charlie was honestly confused. How could she know? How did people typically figure these things out?

As for Diedra, her form was impeccable and her legs seemed to defy gravity in order to swing in explosive bursts as if flung forward. In Charlie's mind these movements aligned with rock steps, side steps and occasional points, kicks, and flicks of the feet with rhythm in the hips. She was clearly in the spirit of Mambo. Her energy wasn't fire, it was electric and Charlie wanted to test that spark.

But did she simply wish to grab Diedre’s ass because it was fat or did she want Diedre sexually without realizing it? Either way was fine, she just had to know.

"Girl sit down," Miranda stared from Charlie's left side. Charlie had a tell that alerted Miranda of impulsive behavior incoming. It was like a visible light bulb atop Charlie's busy head. "SIT YA ASS DOWN," she hissed through a tight top lip reading her friend in an instant and stopping whatever bullshit was going to happen. "At least wait til the end, she doesn't know you damn." And she was right. Charlie's dodgy eyes turned straight.

"What's it like when you're attracted to someone sexually," she asked but Miranda had no clear answer to give. She stumbled and stammered through words that meant absolutely nothing and Charlie rolled her eyes.

The only thing Miranda could do was be down for the ride, ready to watch the shenanigans play out. Deep down she wanted to be right for the sake of saying 'I told you so' and Charlie felt it in the bubbling excitement she exuded. Out of spite, Charlie hoped to prove her wrong.

The runners ran on and while it was true that Charlie hadn't met Diedra yet, she still felt that knew all she needed to know about her.. About all the runners actually. She knew mambo like she knew her own soul and so by extension, in this moment of Diedre’s life she knew her.

Pushing by the super amused Miranda, Charlie found Diedre Mackey on the field post-meet and approached tagging her on the shoulder. She looked her up and down in admiration, communicating with eyes alone before asking permission to touch her perfect ass, even before a hello was uttered. Diedra not only obliged but began to twerk while her teammates chuckled. It was all very random and quite silly but was it sexual attraction?

They traded numbers with a date scheduled for the upcoming week to find out. Apparently Diedre's sexuality was an unknown as well which was refreshing.

"So what did we learn," Miranda fell in step beside Charlie on their way off the field, her arm dropping around her shoulders. Charlie smirked watching the line of asses ahead. "I guess I like asses," she shrugged. Turned out the gender didn't matter. Male, female, unassigned.. it didn't concern her.

In the upcoming months Charlie felt safe exploring her sexuality and preferences at Spelman. She found that she could date around without pressure or expectation, enjoying the company of multiple genders over coffee and park walks. She could makeout with a woman and enjoy it just as she did with a guy. She could makeout with a guy and a girl together and enjoy it as well. She could do anything she wanted with anyone. Still, there was a boundary she found herself repeatedly setting. She'd go as far as she desired and that desire never included sex despite pressure.

It took her Junior year of college to experiment and come back to a confident realization that she was indeed asexual. The trick was in the conditions. They were enough for her to need to write down. Not only was she was asexual, but she was non-monogamous. She'd liked the idea of loving a network of people. She was panromantic which meant that the gender and sexual organs of these people didn't matter. Amazingly, she was also pro-sex and still willing to try it.. though the stars still hadn't aligned.

Charlie finally had her answers but it took explorations and honest reflection.

"You're back! I thought you'd be.. you know, with Aubrey. I guess it wasn't good," Miranda turned away with a slick eye on Charlie, waiting for the details of her latest date with a curly-haired mixed chick from the movie theater. Charlie scoffed at the assumption. What Miranda found it hard to understand was that no matter how fine the guy or how pretty the girl, Charlie never surpassed the stages of kissing and feeling up on bodies. But how could she explain it in a way that her sister could understand? The way she finally put it to Miranda, sex was like food and she was always hungry.. but not for food.

"Everyone loves steak and I can appreciate a well cooked steak as well as the next guy, okay.. It's pleasing–it smells good, looks good, probably tastes good I'm sure. It's a perfectly good steak for all intents and purposes and I'm starving, right? So I should definitely want to devour it... But I don't. My mouth literally does not water. I don't recognize it as something i need to taste. I admire the steak with the same energy I use to admire a Basquiat but I don't wanna eat the Basquiat.."

She seemed to slowly understand before frowning in disgust. "Please don't say I have to continue to hear that loud ass buzzing coming from your covers at night. I figured it was something."

"You'll hear it and ignore it," Charlie stated firmly. "And your giant monster dildo isn't all that comfortable to stare at either! I feel like it's looking at me! I'm a call campus security to escort his big ass out of here one of these days."

"And Buzz Lightyear going wit him," she tossed pointing at the door.

"I don't know how you can handle all that, how wide is it?! How wide is your vagina?"

"So we have an understanding."

It became one of a hundred sibling-like moments and Charlie's exploration surrounding the question of her sexuality became a thing of the past. She still dated and continued to foster relationships, some involving kisses and others theoretical discussions on death, fame, politics, and things you wish you knew sooner.

By the time Charlie saw her mother again she was a new person and Lupe wanted all the tea without the gritty details. Only Lupe could understand what Charlie meant when she said she "explored her tango and her bachata."

Lupe listened as Charlie went on about all the people she dated, giving full descriptions of the look, the vibe, the dates, and what they did--minus the kissing and fondling. Having the approval of a strong and open-minded person like her mother meant the world and Lupe sat tight with her caffé mocha because she understood the importance. As she'd hoped her daughter was finding herself and her way--navigating a powerful new experience.

"And what color is your bachata now," Lupe eyed her daughter as if to say think.

Charlie hadn't thought about it.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. In all of her brief fly-by romances, an overarching feeling hadn't overcome her. She wasn't swept away and she hadn't truly felt a pull with anyone. It seemed that she was still exploring afterall, a pristine brush new to the adult dating world--ready to be dipped in any color pigment. Even with a year under her belt and a short list of labels she'd picked up along the way, there was still so much she didn't know about herself and what she wanted. She needed to keep searching.

Lupe was right.. as always.

[beaconfantasies]

Kali and Blake both using their BellaBooty to grind against Ghira's cock as an early morning gift for Father's Day

Ghira groaned, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Something had woken him up. Something soft and warm and dangerously thick. As he opened his eyes, he saw the two most important women in his life, completely naked and giving him one hell of a Father’s Day gift.

“Morning daddy~” Blake purred, her fit ass jiggling like jello against his fat cock

“Happy Father’s Day dear~” Kali cooed, her delicious cake pressing against the other side of his dick

Throwing back his head, Ghira let out a primal grunt. His mate and his daughter were treating him to his favorite present: a twin hotdogging from the legendary Bellabooties.

Both their asscheeks acted like large hands, gripping his monstrous cock tightly and jerking him off with their soft, supple flesh. His cock twitched with lust, a thick glob of precum dripping down his length.

“Hng…I think he’s close!” Kali grinned

“Cum on our backs daddy! Cum all over us!” Blake said eagerly, shaking her hips faster.

With a few more bounces of their wonderful asses, Ghira spurted out a thick glob of cum, before a torrent of white coated his women, marking them. Kali and Blake opened their mouths, eager to taste him.

“Hah…amazing as always dear~” Kali swooned, licking off the cum from her face. She let out a small eep as her daughter began licking the cum off her back.

“Mlem~ Daddy’s cum…” Blake crooned. She nuzzled her father’s still pulsing girth, causing it to twitch.

“You girls certainly know how to treat me right” Ghira grinned. He gently pet his daughter’s head, giving her a good scratch behind her cat ears. Blake purred and nuzzled into her father’s hand.

“W-will you breed me daddy?” She asked, gazing up at him longingly.

“Of course I will, kitten,” he smiled, “We’ve got all day for that~”

[qrows-little-valkyrie]

Qrow thought Nora had been acting strange lately, which is saying something when it came to the loud redhead. Though, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her either, if that made sense to literally any other human being but him and her. Strange yet ordinary really did fit Nora’s usual behavior, and Qrow was worried that he was starting to except that.

No, Nora was easily distracted, her passions and attention jumped from one thing to another at the drop of a hat, making the already unpredictable girl that much more of a mystery at the best of times. What Qrow was referring to was her kinks and fetishes, honestly, used to her sudden shifts in mood and hunger when it came to the bedroom.

Some days Nora had an oral fixation, wanting the hung stud to play with, fuck, abuse, and use her mouth and throat like his personal cumdumpster for hours and even days until she jumped to something else. Sometimes she wanted him to chain her to their bedframe and degrade her like he’d never expect the usually bubbly buttslut to want, not that it didn’t make him harder then steal to have the beautiful little redhead open her mouth in hopes that he’d spit in her face, but hey, Qrow was starting to except that relationships were a give and take.

All that mattered was that he saw all the signs that Nora was looking for her next little fixation to latch onto, and Qrow was looking forward to it. What? Qrow admitted her mood swings were weird, but every single one always led to  him stuffing one of her holes while she came all over the sheets, begging him to fuck her harder. He was starting to look forward to them, honestly.

And he think he saw which one she was feeling way before she did this time. Nora loves shaking her fat ass, that was nothing new, and he loved watching her shake her fat ass, also not new, but recently, she’s been taking every little chance she could to back up right against his dick and start jiggling her ass. Fun when they’re alone and he can do something about it, not so much when they’re in public where people can see her purposefully wiggle her ass against his cock through their clothes.

So Qrow figured she was in a twerking mood, or at least a grinding mood, either sound fine by him if it means he gets to see that bubble butt shake and bounce in his face and against his cock.

Which is why he found himself in the ever famous Butt Slut clubroom, completely empty right now besides him, dressed in a sleeveless grey hoodie and loose black basketball shorts. He actually just got out of the gym with Nora when she went quite for a few seconds then led him to the clubroom with an excited pep in her step, finally realizing what she was craving, he assumed.

So there he sat back on the soft couch facing the slightly raised stage in the middle of the room, waiting for Nora to come out of the back changing room to do whatever it was she wanted to do, which he had a pretty good idea what that was.

Music started blasting through the rooms built in surround sound, the deep bass bumping throughout the room while Nora’s small, curvy figure made it’s way to the stage, up the stairs, and towards the edge of the stage where her Daddy sat patiently for her to start her show.

Nora loved being the center of attention, always has been, even as a slutty little airhead she loved being watched, loved the feeling of being watched while she showed off her hard earned body. But, ever since she met Qrow, she only wanted to be his center of attention~ And that meant she wanted to show off every single curvy, slutty, jiggly curve just for him~

She was dressed in her usual work out gear, from the pink headband, tight white sleeveless top, and white elbow compression sleeves. On her feet were her pink and white sneakers, on her knees the same compression sleeves as her arms. She really had just gotten out of the gym with her Daddy, so it was safe to say that her usually white top was slightly see through with her sweat as she cocked her wide, sultry hips to the side while looking down her Daddy hungrily from the stage.

Nora slowly swung her hips side to side, bending at the waist as she gyrated her child bearing hips and massive bubble butt behind her, giving her Daddy a nice look down between her perky, jiggly breasts. Her warm cleavage shining with a light sheen of sweat that made her already pale, soft skin look even more delicious and pristine. Qrow knew the small redhead had a thing for his musk after he got done working out, but he was man enough to admit Nora had a intoxicatingly sweet, spicy smell of a women who worked her massive ass off to get all that jiggle, and he loved it.

Nora leaned closer to the man, bent way low down at the waist while squishing and bouncing her breasts together inches from his face, biting her lip excitedly as the pure lust in his eyes. She knew Daddy wanted to shove his face between her boobies, and she would love to have his handsome face motorboating her titties until he was satisfied, but she wanted something else, and she knew Daddy loved something else about her just a little more.

Qrow looked just about ready to pounce when she leaned back and raised her arms above her head for a stretch, basking in his lustful gaze as the sweat dripped down her slightly visible abs. The older man realized that she didn’t seem to have changed from her outfit she was working out in, which was strange considering she went to the changing room.

Nora felt good, looked good, the music picking up while she did those sultry little bellydance moves Kali taught her in between lessons, her curvy body swaying and swinging as the sound of the bass getting louder. Nora slowly turned around, her hips swirling in circles that made her juicy thighs jiggle just as much as her ass as she finally turned around and gave the man a good, clear, unhidden view of her positively massive cheeks squeezed inside her obviously too small pink and white booty shorts the second the music popped off, the bass hitting harder in that moment.

Nora leaned forward and twerked her wide, slutty hips to the beat, both her fat, round, meaty globes of bubble booty bouncing and jiggling right in the man’s face while she started getting into the groove. Nora’s two cheeks were like two massive planets as they wobbled like jello in her tiny shorts, the smooth flesh of her ass rippling like two massive water balloons right there inches from her Daddy’s face.

And Qrow just couldn’t look away from that fat ass twerking for his eyes only, watching almost hypnotized by those bubbly cheeks as they bounced up and down to the beat. He found out why she went to the changing room too. Instead if her regular pink and white shorts, these were smaller, almost like a second skin that left the poor, thin fabric wedgied up between her hungry, warm crevice, and right across those two cheeks, in big, bold white letters read those two words Nora proudly claimed.

Nora squat down deeper, her hands resting on her knees in that classic pose that made her plump ass jiggle ripple and wobble twice as much as before, the two words across her ass distorting with the ripples of her flesh making it almost hard to read the words “Butt Slut” written across her ass, one word on each cheek while she started dropping down even lower till her massive ass hovered just above the ground, and literal inches in front of her Daddy’s face.

Nora looked over her shoulder with the sluttiest, naughtiest, most confident grin Qrow had ever seen on the girl, and she decided just a little jiggle wasn’t enough. Qrow had to bite his lip to keep himself from jumping her bones the moment her massive cheeks met together with nice, loud, meaty claps right in front of his nose, and his steel hard, veiny, angrily throbbing cock.

Nora clapped those massive cheeks like a slutty pro stripper, each planet like globe of pale, smooth, flawless flesh slapped together to the beat of the music while the tiny redhead ran a hand through her short hair, long lines of sparkly sweat dripping down her powerful thighs and the huge curve of her asscheeks.

Qrow swore the little teasing slut would pay for asking him not to move until she was done, his cock tenting his shorts, practically throbbing with every meaty clap. Then, suddenly, Qrow was in heaven. He saw the young girl reach back and grab a handful of his slicked back hair, biting her lip excitedly while simultaneously yanking his head forward and pressing her ass back, burying his face right between her twerking, jiggling, bouncing, rippling, hot, sweaty cheeks while she twerked her ass off.

Oh god Nora loved the feeling of that man’s handsome face between her cheeks, twerking those hips even harder to grind her needy holes right against his face as best she could, making sure she had a firm hold on his head so he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. The sweat dripped down her jiggly cheeks, knowing that it must be hot and heavy between her asscheeks right after her workout, but she just wanted to feel him so bad.

Qrow couldn’t feel or see anything but those twin globes wrap around his face and begin twerking, jiggling, and rippling around his features. Her scent was intoxicating, the heat felt like an oven, and she was still slapping her asscheeks around and against his face. Oh yeah, this little slut was going to fucking pay. The man couldn’t resist, giving that jiggly cake a nice mean bite right on her cheek, and he could only listen with satisfaction when she squealed in pain and pleasure at the sudden sting.

Nora needed more~! Oh dust she needed more~! Nora pushed the man’s face back, pushing his back against the couch while she laid her hands flat on the ground, moving from a deep squat to on her hands and knees, giving the almost feral man a look at what position she’d be in soon enough, right on her hands and knees still jiggling and twerking her ass right there in front of his face.

“Come on Daddy, we’re not done~! Pull out that fat fucking cock~!” Nora practically growled out, just as hungry and horny as the man while she slowly slid her legs apart into a perfect split right there on the edge of the stage, jiggling her cheeks while waiting for the man to whip it out.

She didn’t have to wait long, the man quickly yanking his shorts down far enough that his massive cock sprung free from it’s fabric prison, throbbing and needy. Thick, massive, and veiny, it was enough to make Nora practically drool at the sight. She could feel her puckered little backdoor twitch with need and her pussy drip in her already soaking wet panties

Nora suddenly dropped down from her split onto the ground under the stage, using the edge of the stage as a railing as she squat down low once more right against her Daddy’s lap, instantly trapping the man’s cock between her meaty cheeks as she got right back to twerking to the loud music, the heat building in the room even more while the sweat dripped down their bodies.

Nora groaned out sluttily while her Daddy grunted and snarled in pleasure at the way her absolutely massive bubble booty bounced and ground right up against his cock, sandwiched between her hot, sweaty asscheeks and jerked off with nothing but her globes of meaty flesh. She could feel the burn in her muscles as she pushed her body to please her Daddy the best way she knew how, the tip of his massive cock barely poking out over the top of her hungry asscheeks while she milked with with her twerking hips.

Qrow couldn’t get enough, running a hand through his hair while he let his Baby Girl do what she knew best. Act like his little bubble booty butt slut. All he could do was stare at his cock swallowed up between those cheeks with grit teeth.

Nora was ready to fucking burst and beg him to just take her needy little asshole right then and there, but she wanted this to go on for as long as she could take it, she had a need to twerk her cheeks till she couldn’t anymore, her dough like flesh wobbling and jiggling around his cock with every rough bounce of her hips. Then, Nora changed her plan, planting her feet on the couch on either side of her Daddy’s thighs to get a nice deep twerking squat right there in his lap and right up against his fat dick.

Qrow had to stop looking for a second the moment it happened, his head leaning back against the couch as he snarled and growled from what was happening on his fucking dick.

Meaty claps filled through as Nora once again clapped her cheeks in a slutty, deep, muscle burning twerk, but now the man’s fat cock was right between those clapping cheeks, caught in between those sweaty, hot, flexing globes of fat and muscles as they harshly slapped together around his cock with wet, meaty slaps. Oh god her Daddy’s cock was pouring precum, and she could feel how hard he was with every clap.

Qrow gathered himself and finally looked at the deliciously slutty sight the little redhead prepared for him, those skin tight shorts hugging her ass like a second skin while she clapped and twerked her ass right on his cock. The moment she leaned up and twerked harshly right against the tip of his cock. the man lost it, grabbing the girl’s shorts with a glare and a snarl and ripping the fabric in two, tearing it away from his Baby girl’s fat ass and leaving her in nothing but a pink g-string, perfect for him to brutally slap both hands down against her meaty cheeks and maul those globes like giant balls of dough while thrusting his hips up and using her asscheeks like a makeshift fleshlight.

“A-Ahhhhhh~!! Of yes~!! D-Daddy~!! F-Fuck~!!” This was it, Nora knew she had to keep going until they couldn’t take anymore, and Nora needed that fat fucking cock so bad~!! “D-Daddy~!! F-Fuck my ass~!! Fuck my asshole as hard as you can~!! Please~!!”

Qrow only replied by smacking her fat ass as hard as he could, making her squeal in pleasure and pain for the second time that night right before he pulled that g-string aside and yanked the redheaded slut’s hips right down on his cock, spearing Nora’s needy little asshole in a single, harsh, fast, brutal slam of flesh on flesh that made the couch shake.

“Y-Yyyyeeeeeeesssss~!!! F-Fuuuuuuucccckkkk~!!!” Nora squirted all over the floor in front of them in that single second, her eyes rolling up in pleasure while her tongue hung out of her mouth. She hadn’t felt this good in such a long time~!! She needed more~!! Nora didn’t wait, there was no build up, or slow pace, Nora simply lifted her massive, fat, jiggly ass up and slammed it right back down with a meaty clap of her ass meeting her Daddy’s hips, yanking his cock out of her hole and slamming it right back in without a single thought of the pleasure she’d feel.

Qrow could feel his cock throbbing harder then ever, his balls already ready to spray cum out and paint this little whore’s insides white with his thick batter.

Nora lifted her ass again with a squeal, slamming back down just as fast, over and over again as fast as she possibly could, the frantic, loud, wet, hot, needy slaps of her ass meeting his hips while his cock gouged her tiny asshole for all it was worth filled room along with their mixed snarls and squeals.

“Fuuuuuccckkk~!! Yeeesh~!!! Daddy~!! M-My asshole feel sho good Daddy~!!! Fuck my b-butthole Daddy~!!! Please~!!!” Nora felt every single inch scrape and fill her sensitive little fucktunnel, turning her brains to much when he suddenly started thrusting up to meet her bouncing, the intensity increasing twofold as drool and tears dripped down Nora’s beautiful, fucked stupid face. Her insides felt like they were on fire, and she felt so fucking full~!! Nora’s legs were ready to give out from under her, and she knew she couldn’t keep this blistering, brutal, butt fucking pace~!!

“Grrrrr!!! You little fucking slutty bitch!!!” Qrow suddenly snarled in Nora’s ear, grabbing a nice fistful of her orange hair and suddenly throwing them both to the floor in front of the couch, forcing his Baby Girl’s face down against the cold ground and yanking her fat, jiggly, meaty ass into place high up in the air for him to use and fuck however he wanted. Just like she was meant to be. Qrow slammed his hips forward and gouged Nora’s little asshole even harder then before, using every ounce of her Huntsmen strength to fuck the little butt slut into the ground. “God FUCK!! Keep, fucking, squealing, you fucking whore!!” Qrow wanted to hear that usually innocent voice say nasty, slutty, vile things while he fucked her ass raw.

“Yesh Daddy~!!! I’m yo-ahh~!! I’m you’re slutty little bitch~!!! I’m Daddy’s buttslut~!!!” Nora’s arms went limp as her face was forced against the cold ground, the pleasure overwhelming her empty little head, tears streaming down her face while her eyes crossed in pleasure she’s never felt before. “I-I love my big mean Daddy so much~!!!! I love my Daddy’s cock so much~!!!”

Qrow’s hips were a blur, his hips slapping against Nora’s so fast it sounded like a, overworked piston, his massive cock making her tiny, sore, abused, needy little hole a gaping, precum filled, frothy mess. He snarled and growled, slapping his Baby Girl’s ass as hard as he could as much as he liked, but he wanted more. He wanted her to know she belonged to him and only him! Just the thought of her anywhere else but under him made him fucking livid.

Suddenly, the man let go of Nora’s red hair and replaced it with his sneaker covered foot, forcing her head against the ground with his foot while he finally fucked her with every single ounce of his strength., His teeth gritting from the pleasure of it all.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!” Nora’s eyes completely crossed while she came her brains out under the man, her head pressed down while the man fucked her harder then she’d ever been fucked before, her pussy squirting and leaking all over her meaty thighs and the solid floor. Nora cried out, tears pouring down her face while the man tried his best to make sure she never forgot who she belonged to.

“FUCK!!!” Qrow couldn’t hold it any longer, his hips jackhammering into Nora’s little asshole harder then he’d ever fucked a hole in his life, her whole body quaking and rocking from the force, her massive ass jiggling and rippling from the impacts. He couldn’t take it any longer, his pace doubling for just a few seconds longer until Qrow slammed in balls deep one final time with a last meaty clap, his balls slapping against Nora’s dripping pussy while his cock clenched and finally let loose a massive torrent of bubbling, steaming hot, stringy cum into Nora’s tiny little asshole, filling it so much it sprayed out the sides of his cock.

Both of them couldn’t hold back their snarl or squeal of pleasure as the man finally filled her tiny backdoor, the room going silent besides Nora’s whimpers and Qrow’s heavy breathing.

The man slumped, wincing as he slowly pulled his still hard, but extremely sensitive cock free from his Baby Girl’s asshole with a nice, wet, hot pop as his head popped free from her now gaping, leaking, twitching, abused little asshole. The man watched almost proudly as his cum poured out of her gaping asshole and onto her thighs, streaming down her legs to make a small puddle on the floor.

He leaned back against the couch, sat on the floor as he admired the view. Nora was face down, ass up, a fucked stupid look on her face while her gaping asshole poured out his cum, her twitching and shaking being the only thing that told him she was still awake.

He couldn’t resist. Qrow reached up, patted around the couch for his scroll, before finally finding it and snapping a few photos of his Baby Girl’s position, and her status.

He was about to snap another when Nora shakily pushed herself to her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder with the biggest, sluttiest, most loving smile he’d ever seen on the girl.

“Daddy~ That was amazing~” Nora was still a little cock drunk, slurring her words as she turned around and crawled towards the man, slowly reaching him until they were face to face where she planted a nice, warm, loving kiss on his lips, one he couldn’t help but return. Nora was happy with that, her arms giving out so her head landed in the man’s lap, his half hard, cum covered cock resting against her face for all but a second before she began cleaning it like a good little slut, noisily slurping and sucking the cum off the man’s cock, gentle as she could.

Qrow was amazed, looking down at the small girl with shock and something else as she looked up, showed him all his cum in her mouth, tongue swirling it around, before she finally gulped it down with a smile, looking up at him as if expecting a reward.

“Thank you Daddy~ I love you~” Nora laid her head down in the man’s lap, half awake, asshole still gaping, sweaty and tired beyond belief. Then she heard what made her wanna jump for joy, but she settled for a little giggle as the man laid his hand on her head, stroking her hair gently.

“I love you too, Baby Girl.”

[ffastoriesforfatties]

Be careful who you go home with..

Jackson followed her into her apartment after a damn good first date, she turned and locked her door before sauntering over in a seductive manner, long sleek black hair running over her shoulders. “Some wine Mr. Macintyr?” She asked in a sultry voice, giving him a sly smile, pouring him a glass from an expensive bottle on her counter, she slid it towards him and he gratefully accepted it

“You know Jackson this has really been a surprisingly good date, all the ones I’ve been on recently have been pretty drab...” She swirled her wine in her glass for a moment “I love a guy who can eat.” She chuckled a moment and Jackson sipped his wine and looked down at his slightly distended stomach from over eating at dinner

“Yeah I’m really having fun with you Evelyn, it’s been many levels above all my recent dates too.” He pauses for a moment “And I’m glad you’re not put off by my appetite haha”

“Haha you’re cute Jackson, what do you say we watch a movie to wind down the night?” Evelyn grab the remote as she questioned him

“Sure! I’m down” just as he said that he felt an odd rumble in his stomach but ignored it as he carried his wine over to the sofa, they put on some comedy and Jackson continued to drink his wine. During the middle of the movie Jackson looked down and realized his middle looked bigger and softer, so he excused himself to the bathroom which peaked Evelyn’s interest.

Jackson looked at his reflection and noticed his belly was bigger, like actually bigger! It pushed against his shirts buttons and was soft and jiggly, not just that but his pants felt a bit tighter on his ass and thighs...

Evelyn pushed the bathroom door open and watched Jackson staring at his reflection “Like what you see?” Evelyn asked in a seductive voice

“What? N-....” He trailed off and look at his body in the mirror, he felt, good?

“Yeah you like it don’t you? Would you like to just keep getting bigger, and too have no responsibilities? Just let go......” she whispered in his ear and shivers went down his spine, and he let go...

Suddenly he felt his belly growing, he turned to the mirror and watched his belly grow out in front of him, straining buttons on his shirt. His hips grew and put massive pain on his waist since it was making his belt so tight, he frantically tried to unbuckle it but his rapidly inclining weight did it for him, his belt buckle snapped and his belly flopped forward in a wave of fresh fat exploding from his jeans, his jeans around his thighs were also starting to rip until it ripped right on the inseam and his new fleshy thighs replaced his old toned ones. His pubic region also gained weight, becoming doughy and fat right above his “member” his belly continued to grow until his buttons completely ripped open leaving his belly to grow free and his now sizable man tits to expand. He frantically went to pull off the remains of his shirt when he felt his arms getting suffocated and barely managed to. He looked at his face and saw new chubby cheeks and a cute double chin that surrounded his face. The growth finally stopped and he observed his now mostly naked body except for a pair of very skin tight boxers clinging to life. His stomach was a massive potbelly that was hanging about an inch over his boxers elastic while still being impossibly round and portly. Further up he cupped one of his man tits that must’ve been a b or a c and rested neatly on his huge belly while creating a thick roll between them. His arms were fat and pillowy as were his wrists and now sausage-like fingers. His face sported an adorable thick double chin and dimples cheeks, his thighs were the size of his middle before the weight piled on and his ass was now corpulent and well rounded.

Jackson looked amazed and he felt so heavy and plump. He began to play with his belly in the mirror watching g it jiggle and shake when he lifted it and pooped it back down, he pinched and shook his new arm fat and cupped at his new moobs

“Wow look at my big fat man, like what you see?” Evelyn came over behind him and slid her hands to either side of his belly and felt its heaviness.

“I- I’m speechless” Jackson just stared and poked and prodded his new body with amazement but his boner spoke for him. Suddenly a wave of hunger came and he realized his appetite is probably big enough to match his size. His stomach audibly rumbled and Evenlyn got a sly smile on her face as she lead him to the kitchen and pulled out his chair. He fit snuggly in between the arm rests with a little bit of fat pooling on the edge of the arm rest.

Evenlyn disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and returned with a cake and a pint of ice cream, Jackson’s mouth watered at the sight of the cake and that clearly amused Evenlyn. “Hungry boy, aren’t you?” She laughed a little bit before setting it in front of him when he hurriedly started digging into it with the fork she provided. “You’re going to be pretty hungry from now on, since you decided to let go and give into your piggish desire....” Evenlyn places her hands on his belly as he ate and then Jackson felt more growth, as he ate his stomach grew, not just because he was filling it with cake, it was getting fatter as well, filling his lap more and more causing him to need to lean more forward to get the cake. His sides swelled with pudge and pushed against the arms of the chair, he felt his fat squeezing over top and bottom the arm rests and his ass starting to hang over the sides of the chairs seat. His stomach was now almost hitting the tables edge and his moobs looked fat and plump sitting on his self like belly. Jackson couldn’t even stop enjoying the cake, he moaned with pleasure every time he felt himself growing but he couldn’t put his fork down.

Eventually he finally finished his cake in its entirety. And when he looked down he moaned with pleasure at the pain of the arm rests digging into his sides from all the weight he just gained, his belly took up as much space as a small dog or toddler on his lap would but it was just a jiggly pot of jello, his man tits grew nice and plump making a good thick roll between them and his potbelly, his thighs were each as thick as his old waist and his ass flowed over the edge of the chair a bit

“Care to flow me to the bedroom fat boy or do you need some more food?” Evelyn playfully asked and put out her hand to help Jackson out of the chair, and he took it and Evenlyn tried to pull him out but it seemed he had gotten stuck,

“Well you’ve certainly got yourself into a predicament.” She said as she looked at his fattened ass stuck in the chair “I guess you’ll have to eat yourself out...” Evenlyn went and grabbed a pie, “Eat up fat boy..”

Jackson gave her a look but he realized it was his only way out, and he noticed a little bit of hunger creeping back in even after devouring that whole cake by himself. So he dug in again and just like the cake he started to grow again just it seemed a bit slower this time. He finished about half the pie when he leaned back and wiped some crumbs off his belly that was getting more and more shelf like. And in a perfect moment, right as he took his last bite of pie his weight swelled just enough to the point that the arm rests creaked and snapped off which let his trapped belly and lovehandles finally escape. Trying to celebrate his victory he attempted to stand up but needed a second (or third) try to get on his feet since he grew so much since he sat. Evelyn giggles a bit at that causing Jackson to blush but make his boner even harder.

Standing his belly stuck out almost the width of another person from his fattened frame, his belly hung a little bit over his public region which had grown immense pudge in the area above his junk, he had ripped his boxers clean off and his fat hips and thighs grew free. Higher up his arms had gotten adorable and doughy and had doubled in size but in pure fat, no muscle. His moobs were a big enough size to make many women jealous and they rested neatly into his belly with a cute roll on either side of his body to highlight the chubby ness. His double chin was adorable and sat around his face at all times no matter how high up he was looking. His cheeks also acquired a very cherubic appearance.

Evenlyn got a huge grin on her face and grabbed his hand to lead him to her bedroom and he stumbled after her trying to get used to his new weight, jiggling every step which only egged Evelyn on she brought him in and closed the door behind her, she came up and put her hands on either side of his belly underneath and lead him over to her full body mirror next to her closet doors and moved to holding his belly from behind

“Wow look what a fat piggy you’ve become Jackson..” she shook his belly a little bit before sliding her hands along his rolls to his man tits as she cupped and shook them to show their size “What do you think of your new body fat boy?” She moves her hand to his throbbing erection and grasps it in her palm before lightly moving her hand up and down slowly causing Jackson to let out an audible moan although quiet.

“This is the first time I’ve had a date get *this* far in months but I’ve never-“ He gasped a little bit from the feeling of Evelyn gripping him tighter “never felt this turned on or excited, my- my entire life” he observed his new body and almost busted. Just then Evelyn stops and starts to push him towards the bed and takes her panties off and pulls her tight black dress over her head revealing a delicate lacy black bra and nothing else. She starts to straddle him and leans down to kiss his chest before moving his belly out of the way so she can grab his dick and start to ride him. She plants her hands on both sides of his gigantic belly as it jiggles with the movement. Jackson pants and moans even though he’s barely moving and Evelyn pokes fun at him

“Wow panting already.. you’re one fat boy aren’t you..” she feels him harden even more so she continues “Such a piggy, you gave in so fast, couldn’t resist being a fatty huh? A fatass like you wouldn’t have been able to hold off the weight for much longer even if I didn’t come along huh?” She slapped his belly for good measure

Their night continued on until Jackson was so exhausted he had to fall asleep, the next morning Evelyn woke up much earlier than Jackson and fixed him a breakfast perfect for a fatty like himself.

“Wake up piggy...” she saw Jackson stirring and prodded his plump middle with her elbow until he started to sit up, he pushed himself up with his doughy arms until he was finally semi upright, his gargantuan belly filled his lap and like before his adorable moobs sat perched a top it. He scratched his chin (more like double chin) before going to rub his eyes to open them to the wonderful sight of a pigs breakfast, a plate piled, PILED with a cheesy egg scramble absolutely smothered with cheese on top, a mountain of bacon and another plate stacked with alternating pancakes and waffles all dosed in maple syrup and covered in whipped cream and berries. As well as a milkshake also topped with an incredulous amount of whipped cream. His eyes lit up and immediately grabbed fork and thanked Evelyn and remarked on his hunger which only made Evelyn chuckle.

He devoured his breakfast filling his belly until the whole meal was no more, he sat back and rubbed his naked belly.

“Hey I have some clothes for you” Evelyn went to a drawer and picked out an outfit she brought to the bed. “Come try them on” Jackson obliged and swung each fatty thigh over the bed before hauling himself up. His gargantuan belly exploded in front of him and he stretched his arms before walking over to the clothes. He pulled on the boxer briefs which were pretty tight up and then followed them with a pair of jeans. He brought them up to his thighs which is when he really had to start tugging to get them up, he finally got it to right below his belly when he realized he couldn’t button them, he meekly looked to Evelyn for assistance which she happily did but realized they were merely unbuttonable

“Damn, you grew more than I anticipated fat boy..” she went back to the dresser, “ looks like we’ll have to try something else” Jackson started removing the jeans as Evelyn went and grabbed sweat pants, she tossed them to Jackson and he pulled them on and got them up but they got like leggings they were so tight. Evelyn came up in front of him and tightened and tied his draw strings just to make them tighter, then she handed him his T-shirt which was just a basic navy tank top . He pulled it on and it was immediately tight just on his upper torso, he dragged it down and got it to cover most of his belly but it left 2 inches and his whole under belly exposed.

“Woooow, you’re so fat piggy, can’t even fit a triple X tank top..” she grabbed his belly, guess we’ll have to go to the store”

Part 2 coming soon

[jayankles]

Extra Something

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1620

Summary: Dean had a thing for a woman with a little extra something.

Written for @docharleythegeekqueen ’s #harleysmakeitwork challenge

Also written for: @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: Size Kink

REPOST

You had heard of the Winchester brothers all throughout the hunting world. Sam was a badass with a good heart and those patented puppy dogs that could hypnotize anyone to do anything he wanted. His older brother, Dean, on the other hand, he was a womanizer, a man that was one and done without any regrets.

When you had met them, Sam had proved all those comments right but Dean, Dean had a kind soul and cared for those who were in need even if he didn't know the person. They said that Dean had a thing for busty women but you had learnt that Dean’s type was whoever took his fancy or made a connection with him.

You knew first hand that Dean had the purest heart, he didn’t care that you were a little larger in places that you didn’t want the extra weight. He did everything he could to make sure that you were comfortable when you were together, he thought he got away with his little ‘oh, I need to reach over you to get something’ trick but you could tell he did it to brush his fingers against any part of your body that he could touch.

After a hunt he would always be there to comfort you the same way you were there to comfort him. It was a reciprocation method that the two of you abided by, never straying too far to make sure the other was okay, calm and happy; well, as happy as you could get in this line of work.

There was a closeness between the two of you that always occurred. He needed to touch you, he needed to reassure himself that you were there with him, that you were a perfect figure of his imagination.

Dean Winchester was a man who loved a woman with a little extra something. You had a little extra something alright and it wasn’t just your bountiful curves. It was your sass. It was your ability to make him laugh when he needed a pick me up. It was your equalness; the way you were able to be girly and still knock out any man that came near you with a sneer. It was the protectiveness you held over Dean, how you would do anything for him.

Sam was out for the next week and Dean would walk around the bunker naked if that was what you were willing to do. He could christen every inch of this bunker with yours and his sweat, your come, but most importantly the love you had for each other.

“Come here, baby.” Dean smirked, his arms spread across the back of the couch you had in your shared bedroom. “Wanna take a ride?”

You barked out a laugh, “That was terrible.”

Rolling his eyes, he watched as you shook your head and slowly, seductively, slipped out of the loose sundress, letting the material just pool around your feet. Walking over to Dean, you left on the heels you were wearing, deciding to test whether or not Dean had a shoe kink too.

Climbing on top of him, he pulled at your ass so that you straddled him, connecting your skin with his. His face instantly dove into your breast, kissing, licking, and sucking at them. You giggled, kissing the crown of his head and cupping your hand on his cheek before moving it to the back of his head the same time he wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his ear in between your tits. Dean had spent his time worshiping your body, it wasn’t anything to do with speed, it was about caring, passion, dare he even think love.

Dean loved that he could just kiss you for hours, press his lips to every inch of your skin and not get tired of it. He loved that just your presence could keep him calm but arouse him all the same. It was times like this that he couldn’t control the spasms of his cock. As he twitched inside of you, you smiled to yourself, you wanted Dean to feel this way about you, for him to let you know that you could be the one that made him excited, just itching to love you in the few ways he knew how to.

“Dean.” You whispered, threading your fingers through his short brown locks.

“Yeah, baby?”

“The bed, I want to ride you.”

Dean didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted you with no trouble, walking the short distance to the bed, sitting near the edge to shuffle to the middle and falling back onto the bed.

It was easy to fall into rhythm that you and Dean enjoyed, you had known him from the moment you had met him he was nothing like the womanizing, stoic that everyone had described him to be

Dean’s fingers traced over your thighs and over the skin of your hips. Rocking on his cock, your hands fell to his pelvis, moaning as the friction was perfect inside you.

“Oh Dean, oh god.”

His hips thrusted up into you, the pads of his fingertips stroking over your skin. There was a sensitivity that Dean had hit inside you, your pussy clenching around him, and your body quivering over a close to coming Dean.

“Come, baby.” Dean told you, his voice husky and hoarse against his throat. You were about to question about his own release but he gave you a sincere smile and a nod, he wasn’t done with you. Not yet. “Come.”

Dean felt the muscles inside you wrap tighter around his cock as you exploded at his words. He was quick to move, flipping you so that you were on your stomach, your ass lifted in the air. Dean lined himself up with your entrance from behind. You were still in a dazed as Dean lifted your hips and backed you ass back against him.

Your arms felt like jello so you had to drop down to your elbows to balance yourself, but your head was still pressed to the edge of the mattress as Dean pushed into you. Every knock of his hips on your ass made you jiggle but that was your body and it helped that both you and Dean loved it.

His strokes were short and quick but with the way he was breathing you knew that he was close to finishing, Dean’s hand pressed to your ass, feeling the smoothness of your skin. Your mouth dropped open as Dean’s hand travelled over your skin, gripping at your hips before moving down to rub circles over your clit.

Dean’s fast strokes of his cock matched those of his fingers, until they faltered and you could hear the change in his breaths; the way they became heavier and came in short busts of huffs. He gave you no other warning other than that of a howl after he came inside of you. Falling on top of you, he kissed at your back, his fingers and cock lazily working at your pussy, eager to make you come a second time even in his post coitial haze. Always a man to please.

You came a second time that night, Dean had worshipped your body just like he had promised to do so when he realised that you were a little self conscious about it but recently he had come to notice that you had come out of your shell, Dean had given you a little confidence boost that you never thought you would have in the whole of your life time.

When Dean noticed you were about to doze off, he pulled away, earning a small whine in return. Shaking his head, he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, telling you that he would be back in a minute. But that was far too long, you just wanted to curl up against his warm, cuddly body.

Dean returned as promised, within the minute, a wet wash cloth in one hand and two bottles of water in the other. Pulling the covers back, he crawled in the bed facing you and handed you a bottle, which you thanked him for before you graciously took a gulp of the cool water.

Carefully peeling your legs open, Dean had to fight the urge to dive right in to clean up your juices, but once he shook his head clear of those thoughts, he wiped you clean before quickly wiping at himself, haphazardly tossing the cloth over his shoulder, his mouth dropping down in shock when he turned to see that it had landed in the hamper.

Always amused at the simplest of things.

You were asleep next to Dean within a few minutes of hugging into his side. With your eyes closed, and your body unconscious, you missed the simple three words that Dean spoke every night for the past four months, the three words that he had refused to say to you when you were awake for the sole purpose of the fear he had of losing you, of having the monsters in the world use the two of you against each other in this dark and dangerous world.

He refused to tell you even though he knew how you felt, even though he showed you in every way possible, in every way he could without having to say them out loud when you were conscious. Because if he had said it then, there was no going back, in his mind, if he had told you those three words then your relationship would all be over because they would somehow know if you knew. He couldn’t have another person he loved taken away from him.

[corpulentlovers]

► Ann & Rise, make out and fondle each other in the shower.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.The two women stepped into the bathroom, their large forms already limiting their space and range of movement, not to mention the fact that it was cramped for smaller folk. Ann did her best to strip out of her clothes, her mind racing at a hundred miles an hour, this would be one of the first things she did like this with another woman... and it was someone as pretty as Rise Kujikawa. Rise then began to strip, feeling her whole body jiggle like a bowl of jello, even though she was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. She giggled as she turned around to see the young woman, noticing the blush on her cheeks. The redhead wordlessly reached for her hand and led her into the shower, one certainly meant for one fatty, but not two of them. they were squished against the walls and each other as the water beat against their soft flesh, and in a surprising move, Ann initiated the events that were about to transpire, grabbing ahold of what flesh she could manage and doing her best to pleasure her partner, her tongue exploring the others mouth.

[berlinner]

miss zablocki’s tits

my 3rd grade teacher, Miss Zablocki, would stand behind you and gently lower her tits onto your shoulders, placing them there it seemed, two warm sleepy kittens against your neck, to encourage wonder and confusion. would tit A slide down your chest like pizza dough? would tit B shift and locate a bra- less nipple against nervous skin? would they smell funny, like sour milk? when would they lift off gradually or with a snap? did every kid in class, boy or girl, get the same pair of presents? we never got answers. we never talked about it. we held her in awe and mild fear. an angry Miss Zablocki would swat her hand on your desk so hard you jumped. if it hurt her too much she’d use your hand and smack it on the desk instead. whatever you’d done to piss her off you never did again. sometimes, to get your attention, she’d force the entire class to stare at the black board where she would draw a giant chalk circle that zeroed in (a concentric spiral) like an old fashioned Hollywood special effect implying ‘vertigo’. you’d become discombobulated, nauseous and woozy. in better spirits she’d tell us about her travels abroad. (i think she went alone). floating like balsa wood in the Dead Sea or playing canasta on a card table in the Great Salt Lake. she maintained a seated position because the salt was so buoyant. (this was hard to picture.) she had dark cherry lip-sticked lips, bottom lip larger than upper, with a clown-like exaggeration effective as either smile or frown. when she castanet-snapped her fingers the flesh under her arm jiggled like jello. (we covered our eyes.) she was the 1st exotic character i knew. her wild flame-dyed hair, trumpeting alto and exaggerated East European hand gestures were all first-time new for me. she walked to school on cold days, wearing a loose, partially buttoned, billowing blouse, her Spain-red hair writhing like Medusa snakes as her long-legged high-heeled tick tock steps echoed on the pavement. big loud women have scared the shit out of me ever since. 3rd grade changes you forever.

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[arche-juno]

God fuck how sexualized anime is. And not just anime all shit as longs as it's women. I just want some fantasy shit idc abt tiddies bigger then balloons defying laws of physics and jiggling like jello. Fuck straight men

[fallen029]

Jealousy and Family

Old request from an anon that I never got to and figured I should before I filled the next one. They wanted some jealous Bickslow (and Laxus nad Elfman, who are touched on), so here we go.

"Women are all cheating scoundrels and horrible and I hate- Oh, hey, Mrs. Boss."

The woman only blinked as she sat there on her boyfriend's couch. "Uh, hey, Bick-"

"Who the hell told you that you could just barge the hell into my apartment?"

The last part came from Laxus. At the moment, they were all three in his place where, moments before, Laxus and Mirajane had been enjoying some alone time. And alone time for the two of them, meant he was stretched out on the couch, with his head in her lap, listening to the woman compliment him on his many accomplishments.

There were many.

In the middle of that however, the front door was thrown open and there was Bickslow, in Laxus' living room, ranting on women.

It was certainly a mood killer.

"How could I knock, boss, when I was so upset?" Bickslow asked as the slayer sat up with a bit of a tint in his cheeks. Being caught in such a situation wasn't exactly good for the man's image, after all. "Huh?"

"What exactly are you upset over?" Mirajane asked slowly. "Bickslow?"

"Women! Dirty, disgusting, cheating, conniving women!"

"O-Oh. Yeah. That's what I thought."

"They're horrible, Mrs. Boss! All of them! They're all users and abusers and accusers-"

"Users!" two babies cried.

"Abusers!" two others replied.

"Accuser!" another finished.

And, one he had, Bickslow only nodded.

It was the truth.

"I don't know if you know this," Mira told him then, "but...I am sort of a woman, you know?"

Laxus made a face, glancing down at her. "Only sorta?"

Mira gave him one back. "Would it make a difference?"

"What exactly are we talking about-"

"Why are you both ignoring me and my tirade against treacherous women?" If there was anything the seith hated, it was jello. It was just jiggle and wiggle and gross. Jello? Hell no. The second thing though was being ignored. "They're all whores!"

"Hey!"

"Watch your mouth."

"I just want attention," he complained. "And if I have to say the real horrible word, I will."

"You wouldn't," Mira said, gaze dark.

"What word?" Laxus asked, completely lost.

"Women-"

"Bickslow-"

"What word-"

"-are-"

"You-"

"What word?"

"-c-"

"Bick-"

"What-"

"-ompletely unintelligent!"

"You take it back!'

"No, Mira! They're not."

"That,," Laxus remarked with a frown, "couldn't have been the word."

"I'm sorry, Mirajane, but this is the only thing determination I can come to," the seith tsked as he stood before the couch with a shake of his head. "Women are tricky and trifling. They let you take them out on big fancy dat- friendly outings, and then take off with some other guy the next moment. You know why? Because they're c-"

"Stop-"

"-ompletely unintelligent!"

Laxus groaned, tired then of Mirajane as well. To the seith, he only said, "Why are you talking about Lisanna this way in front of Mira anyways?"

"Wait, what?" Mira frowned at her boyfriend before Bickslow. "How do you know that he's talking about Lis-"

"Lisanna? Who's that? I don't know no stinking lying, dirty, scoundrel Lisanna."

"Scoundrel?" the slayer grumbled. "And who else would he be talking about, Mirajane?"

"Well, I dunno, but he just made a pretty strong case for the fact he's not talking about her, so-"

"You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious, boss!" Bickslow had no problem with interjecting himself right back into the conversation. "Women are-"

"What did Lisanna do, Bickslow, that has you so-"

"He's made it pretty clear that it's not Lisanna, dragon."

"Mira, he-"

"Fine! You caught me! You drug it out of me!"

"Hey," Laxus grumbled as the seith came to plop down between he and Mira. "Bickslow-"

"Lisanna and I," he began as Mirajane made a face as well, "as you all very well know, have become friendly as of late. Since you two are bonin' and Elfman and Ever are too, it just makes sense."

"In what world?" Laxus asked.

"Well, this one, Lax," Mira told him with a nod. "Me and you are, you know, gonna probably get married pretty soon-"

"Uh, no, we're not, so don't even start with that garbage again."

"-so it makes sense for us all to just coexist nicely," the woman finished. "And that means being friends. And...going out on...friendly outings."

"Right." Bickslow nodded. "Clearly defined friendly outings that I might have offered to pay for even though I couldn't afford it and Lisanna totally took advantage of, only to be out and about with the freaking Salamander now practically on a date, I feel-"

"Oh, really?" Mirajane clapped her hands. "Do you think so?"

"No," Laxus said deadly with a shake of his head. "Of course not, Mirajane."

"But-"

"Bickslow's just jealous."

"Oh."

"Am not! No way! Of what? Lisanna and I are friends! She can do whatever she wants...after letting me pay for lunch...and laughing at all my jokes. Boss, am I funny?"

"Not at all."

"Exactly! But she laughs. Why would she laugh? My humor is not to be laughed at! It's to be underappreciated and hated upon by the uneducated masses as I build up the persona of a sad clown. A dark knight. A hero that you do not deserve, but has-"

"Bickslow, would you shut the fuck up and get out already?'

"Laxus," Mirajane complained, glaring over the man at her boyfriend.

"We all get it," the slayer went on. "You have some sort of creepy obsession with Lisanna. I understand. I've been taken captive by this one over here. We all deal with it different. Me? Personally? I listen to music. Maybe you should just take up illegal drug use and leave me the heck alone."

Bickslow sat back then, staring at his idol as Mirajane only blinked.

"Boss, that was dark."

"Yeah, Lax, that was mean."

"How?" the man grumbled. "Huh?"

"People die of drug overdoses." Bickslow shock his head. "They get hooked and are no more. Is that what you want for me?"

"I mean, isn't that what dark anti-heroes do when they reach the climax of their story/?"

That time it was the seith that blinked. Then, with a snicker, he said, "You're right, boss! I gotta go out and overdose. Then, as the medics are revivin' me, have an epiphany hits. I was the one that caused the darkness all along. Me! I-"

"Mira, if I have to put up with them, I'm gonna need a beer."

"i think he's cute. And ooh!" She clapped her hands even harder then. "Natsu and Lisanna would be so cute together, but if she passes up on that and got with you instead, Bickslow, that would be fit so much better into my ultimate plan of us all marrying and being a big family!"

"Uh...I don't… I don't want that." Bickslow looked to Laxus. "Are you telling me that if I'm with Lisanna-"

"You gotta marry her. Yes." Laxus was quite serious about this one too. Only because he was hoping it was a deterrent. "It's the only way."

"Well, jeez, I suddenly realized that I don't give nearly as much of a damn about Lisanna as I thought. Marriage? Me? I'm still on my first movie! By the second is when the hero gets all tied down and- Ow, boss!"

Laxus had hit him in the arm. "You're not gonna start on that again."

"The only problem," Mirajane was saying as she ignored them, "is what I'm gonna do with Freed. I don't have any family member for him to get with and-"

"Freed likes being alone."

Again, Bickslow and Mirajane only looked at Laxus.

"What?" he grumbled. "He does."

"No one likes to be alone, Lax," Mirajane told him. "They just get used to it and cope with it. Like how you were before I, apparently, conned you into being with me."

"Captured me, I think was what I said. And you sayin' you didn't, demon?"

"I-"

"Great! Freed isn't even here and his imaginary problem is more important than my very real one!"

"Oh, Bickslow," Mirajane sighed as Laxus only rolled his eyes. "We care. We care a lot. Just… This is so much for me to take in. To think, Lisanna and I could be sister-in-laws as well as sisters."

"In what world?" Laxus asked incredulously. "Bickslow isn't my brother."

"Basically is."

"Is not."

"Is so. He's the little brother, Freed's the middle brother, and you're the big brother. And then Ever's...I guess the sister that you all have to put up with."

Bickslow scoffed. "If anything, I'm the rejected step-brother. Cast aside! And-"

"I'm serious, Mirajane. I'm about to hit the roof."

"Maybe we should all just take a breath," she suggested then. "I know, Bickslow. If you're not planning on marrying Lisanna and having babies as soon as possible as so to coincide with Laxus and mine-"

"I'm about done with you too," the slayer complained.

"-then tell us why you think you're so jealous that she's out with Natsu." Mirajane cocked her head to the side. "Is it because...Natsu and Lisanna are better friends than you and her? And that no matter how much time you both spend together, you'll never get to that same level of friendship the two of them have? And you'll keep trying and trying, but no, Mirajane, you don't get me and Freed's jokes because weren't there!"

For a moment, even Bickslow's babies were silent.

Then Laxus got to her feet.

"If his talking too much thing is contagious," the slayer grumbled as he headed off tot he kitchen, "then I need a beer."

"Maybe you and I should just be together, Mrs. Boss," the seith suggested then. "Because you like hearing me talk about my tortured past and bleak future. Right?"

"W-Well, I definitely liked the part where you were gonna marry Lisanna and we were gonna be a big family, but if you marry me too, that may be just a bit too close for even my taste."

"Really?" The seith reached up to scratch beneath his sallet. "'cause I always thought of you as one of those super freaky incestuous cultish people that marry their own family. Wouldn't that make you happy? Huh? Then you'd not have to worry about marriage; you'd all be family regardless! Forever!"

"L-Laxus, he's being weird."

"Stop being weird with my woman, you freak!"

"Oi, boss, I'm only makin' conversation! No respect."

"I don't think...incest is really a conversation starter," Mira said a bit uncomfortably. "And Laxus, do you think Freed would mind being alone with Lisanna? Because...I don't...want Bickslow in the running anymore."

"What?" The seith huffed, crossing his arms then, tongue slithering back into his mouth. "This is unfair."

"Yeah,, demon, I dunno about any, uh, babies being made out of that union," Laxus remarked form the kitchen where he was trying to keep his obvious snickers down. "But if you want your dragon to make it happen, he certainly will."

"Boss, how could you be a part of this? This...sham of a wedding?"

"Easy, Bickslow," the slayer replied, returning with a beer in hand. "i like Mirajane more than you."

"This is just like you, you big brother types. You run off and get married and leave the rest of us to fend for ourselves!"

"Yeah, well, learn to swim or drown."

"It would be a great piece to add to your tragic backstory though," Mira offered up as she continued to slowly scoot further and further away from the seith. "If it's any condensation."

"Consolation," the seith sighed.

"Well, if you're into stars, Lucy's always free," Mira offered.

"What?"

"What?"

"Would you just get out, Bickslow?" Laxus was done, it seemed, as he reclaimed his seat. "I mean, seriously. How much more of a hint do you need? We don't want you dating our baby sister. So scram."

"Well, sheesh, boss, you don't gotta be- Whoa, Mrs. Boss!"

"Laxus!" Mirajane launched herself across the couch at the man, going right over poor Bickslow's lap. "Awe, do you really think of Lisanna s your baby sister?'

The slayer about choked on his beer. "Who said that?"

"I don't wanna be a part of this," Bickslow complained to the snickers of his babies as he had to wrangle himself off the couch then, nearly knocking Mirajane off it as well. This hardly got a response from the couple, however as by that point he was more than intruding; he was invading. It was time to high tail it away. "You know, you two are horrible at listening to other people's problems."

"In another life," Laxus remarked as Mirajane pressed kisses to his cheek, ecstatic over the idea that they were one step closer to being the tight knit family she knew they could be, "I feel like me and Mirajane would take you up on that offer and go around, counseling everyone, only for it to blow up in our faces. But at the moment, there's only one face I wanna blow on."

"Oh yuck." Bickslow was tripping over himself to get out of there then. "Come on, babies!"

As he fled, Mirajane only made a face after him before saying, "What is he freaking out about?"

Glad she'd been too wrapped up in her praise of him to hear his words, Laxus only shrugged a bit

"Who knows, demon?" He blew some air out on her face, just to make her recoil a bit so that he could take a sip of his beer. "Now, where were we?"

"Mmmm, I think we'd just gotten to your teen years."

"Oh. Right. Start with how I saved that village single handedly, from that whale monster thing."

"Okay, so when you were fifteen, you broke your hand…"

While they took a trip down memory lane, Bickslow went into town to sulk. And buy ice cream. And candy. And sulk some more. Then, eventually, he remembered he actually had somewhere to be and showed up at the guild hall.

"Where have you been?" Freed complained as he joined the man and Evergreen at a table. "You're late."

"Don't talk to me, traitor."

"Trait- What have I done?"

"You took my one chance at having a Strauss!"

"What are you-"

"So what if I talk a little bit too much about freaky incestuous cults? Does that make me unlovable?"

Evergreen, not looking away making faces across the hall at Elfman, only remarked, "Yes."

"Bah!"

"For what it's worth," Freed remarked with a frown as he went back to the map he had spread across the table, "not only do I not wish for a...Strauss, I have not known for you to have acquired yours just yet. So-"

"Lisanna who? I don't know any Lisanna. What?"

"Either I'm only half listening," Evergreen remarked, still not looking at either of her male counterparts "or he's babbling nonsense again."

"Probably right on both parts," Freed sighed. "And anyways, Bickslow, in what world would I wish to… Lisanna is… I'm not..."

"Look, I know that you and boss are close and all, but if he tries to pressure you into taking Lisanna, just remember this; I've been there way more for you than the boss ever has! If anything, me and you should end up together!"

As Freed paled, Evergreen turned to face the table finally.

"And suddenly," she remarked, "I am very interested in this conversation."

"B-Bickslow," the rune mage stuttered. "I don't-"

"As two stags! Off in the night! Together, but perpetually alone! Forever to walk the planet unfulfilled! No mates in sight!"

"Oh, good, he waited until I was listening to start his theatrical renditions." Ever made a face. "Uh, Freed-"

"Bickslow," his other teammate took over. "Just what is it that has gone on?"

"The boss and Mirajane forbade me from marrying and having children with Lisanna because I told Mira that I thought she and I should be together and that she seemed like the type that wouldn't mind a little cult and incest in her life."

"There has got to be more to this," Evergreen said slowly, "but I really don't care to-"

"Lisanna's run off with Natsu and it's not fair! I bought her dinner when we went out the other day on a friendly outing and she thinks she can just go on another friendly outing with someone else? Huh?"

Freed blinked. Then glanced around. Once certain that the man was being serious and the others weren't all in on some sort of gag where they tried to get him to fall for the insanity of the seith, the rune mage only said, "Yes. That's what friends do. You hang out with multiple ones. It's Evergreen's turn to pay our tab. Should Lisanna be jealous of you and her?"

Bickslow blinked behind his mast before pushing it up to wink over at Evergreen. "Well? What do you say, Ever?"

"Number one, gross. Number two- Elfman!"

The man had come flying over from the other table to knock Bickslow right off his seat. Err, well,, originally he was coming over because Evergreen stopped making faces at him and he assumed that was his signal that she was going to get started on serious Thunder God Tribe stuff and that he could leave. When he was passing their table though, he overheard that portion about the seith getting with his woman and he just...he just…

"Men don't stand around for this kind of stuff!" he yelled as others in the hall took notice. "Other men messing with their women. They-"

"Number one," Ever began to count again, now with a bit of stone in her tone, "Elfman, you don't own me. I'm not your anything."

He had been towering over the downed Bickslow, looking buff and intimidating as hell, but at her words, Elfman took a step back, looking to the table then. "W-Well, that not-"

"And number two," she said as Freed only lamenting yet another day of lack of concentration towards their work, "you're not a man, so-"

"I am a man!"

"You're the antithesis of a man."

"You take that back!"

"You stop talking to me that way."

"Make me."

"You now what, Elfman, I just might."

Bickslow, however, down on the ground, finally had hit his theoretical rock bottom. And it hadn't come from a needle, but rather a shark hook from Elfman Strauss. His epiphany. The turning point.

"Of course," he muttered to himself as he slowly pushed up. "A man would never let another man intrude on his woman."

"Uh, Bickslow," Freed started when he heard that, tuning out Evergreen and Elfman's hourly spat with ease. "What do you mean?"

He wasn't too sure. Until the guildhall doors opened and Lisanna Strauss walked in.

"Sorry. surrogate boss," he said to his friend as he stood there, watching Lisanna approach. "I might have to skip out on our meeting."

"What meeting? You two have effectively killed our meeting."

"I gotta go be a man."

"You're not in a movie. Your life is not important enough to for anyone to actually spend time analyzing. Damn it, Bickslow, this is the tough love you need. You're not a tragic knight. You're just a grown man in a costume."

"Yeah." He held his head higher. "All the best ones are."

"Stop making this a moment!"

Lisanna was to them though, though she'd been heading over to her brother who was, as always, in a heated fight with his girlfriend at the moment. Bickslow stood in her way though.

"Hey, Lisanna," he greeted, trying to force a grin.

"Uh, hey. Excuse me, I have to-"

"Where's Natsu?" the seith asked as his babies, who had been oohing and awing at Elfman and Evergreen, rushed over to the next drama. Their papa and his future maybe best friend maybe wife but certainly sister-in-law because he was without a doubt Laxus' annoying younger brother and Mirajane had absolutely snagged the dragon.

It was just a given.

"ugh." Lisanna made a face at the mention. "We were hanging out, but today was such a bust, really. It's like he still thinks we're kids and its still cute for me to have to pay for him and Happy to do stuff. It's not. It's gotten old. And it's my actual money now, not just what I've been given from Mira or Elf. It's not even like how,, you know, you bought my lunch the other day because I bought yours the other time and we'll pay one another back-"

"'What?"

That came from the once more opened guildhall doors where Laxus was escorting Mirajane inside, per his typical boyfriend duties (it was in the imaginary bylaws that Mira only made up to make his life miserable; always walk her to work). His enhanced dragon hearing though let him hear just what had fallen out of the seith's stupid, lying, bratty mouth and he was not about to let him get away with it.

"Oh, hi, Mira!" Lisanna was revealed to see her, hoping she could calm Evergreen and Elfman down (or at least the latter). "I was definitely at work all day today and certainly didn't go off with Natsu and Happy or anything like that and have Kinana, poor Kinana, work double shifts alone. Nope, not at all."

"That's good," Mira said with a grin as Laxus only glared at Mira's own lying bratty mouthed younger sibling. "Did you get many tips?"

"W-Well-"

"Mira," Laxus grumbled as they came to join the seith and Lisanna. To the younger Strauss, however, the man only said, "What did you just say though, Lisanna? Something about paying for food?"

"A weird thing to be interested in," the youngest Strauss replied, "but I was just saying that Natsu never-"

"About you and Bickslow."

"Rude." She stuck her tongue out at him before saying, "I just said that I paid for Bickslow last week when he was short on jewels, so he paid for me when we hung out the other-"

"Pay for her food, did you, Bickslow?" Laxus grumbled. "Huh?"

"W-Well, boss-"

"You should wear your apron, Lisanna ,when you work," Mirajane remarked with a nod of her head. "Oh, and don't hang out with Bickslow because he's weird."

"Hey! I'm right here."

She knew. Now that Mirajane knew that he was some sort of crazy...incest talker, she wanted him nowhere near her younger sister.

For the moment. In a few days, when she forgot about that, they'd look so cute together, just hanging out.

Mira never was too good about sticking to her guns…

"He's not weird." Lisanna made a face before glancing up at the seith. "He's...funny."

"Funny," Laxus repeated. "And you really think that? You're not doing that stupid woman thing where you laugh at a guy's jokes because you think he'll like it?"

"Ew, no. Who would?"

"So basically," Laxus grumbled as he glared at Bickslow, "you came to my house for absolutely no reason today, ruined my special dragon time, all because you were jealous of-"

"Did you guys hear that?" Bickslow was talking fast then as Lisanna stared at his suspiciously, confused as to why this was all such a big thing. If the man hadn't spoken, she might of asked and, well, he wasn't too comfortable with her finding out just how jealous he'd been to find out that she found Natsu and Happy better company than him that afternoon. "Boss has special dragon time!"

That got Elfman and Evergreen to stop fighting as well as the glances of others in the hall.

Evergreen couldn't help the little giggle. "You have what, Laxus?"

Glaring at Bickslow then, Laxus was so ready to end his life. So ready.

"Of course he does. And he likes it very much." Mirajane reached up to grasp his cheek in a hand, squeezing it between her finger and thumb. "Come on, dragon. You can help me restock."

Cheeks being smooshed, he got out, "Maybe I don't wanna."

"Maybe I'll have to ask some other big strong slayer then," she threatened as she led him away. "Who pays for my food and whose jokes I laugh at. What do you say then?'

"I say that if this is your threats to make me jealous, try again; why be jealous of a woman you already know without a doubt you have locked down?"

"Ooh, I love that!" Mirajane let go of his cheeks and moved to grab his hand, ushering him along to the stock room to, err, appreciate it a bit more. "Come on, dragon!"

As they disappeared though and Elfman, slowly, slunk off after losing his argument with Evergreen (he lost them all; it was part of being a boyfriend), Lisanna only stared up at Bickslow.

"Why would you go and bother Laxus and Mirajane about that stuff?" she asked with a bit of a frown. "Bickslow? Did I do something wrong? Did we have plans or something?"

It was his moment. He be a man moment. Where he told Lisanna just what he thought about her hanging around with the Salamander and how he really liked hanging out with her and being around her and the way that she did think that he was funny and not fake and would listen to his trope backstories that he fashioned for himself.

It could have been perfect. The ending to, fine, a rather lackluster movie, but raunchy in parts and that was what was important, but…

Instead he only shrugged a bit and said, "I dunno. Hey, wanna go get ice cream or somethin'?"

"No." Freed was back into the conversation then it seemed. "No, Bickslow. You sit down and Ever, come here. We have to go over-"

"You should come get ice cream too, Freed." Lisanna smiled at him. "And bring your...maps, I guess, if you want. We can go over them at the ice cream parlor."

Bickslow was sweating it out then, for some reason concerned about a factious relationship Mira and Laxus were only teasing him about. They couldn't force Freed to marry Lisanna.

...Could they?

"No," the rune mage sighed as, slowly, he relaxed back alone at his table as Evergreen discretely made her exit, going after Elfman no doubt. "You two should have fun. But tomorrow, Bickslow, Ever, we must-"

"Bright and early, right here, in this hall, I'll be," Bickslow agreed loudly as Ever only waved a hand over her shoulder.

After they were all gone, Kinana made her way over to the table, to refill Freed's drink and question him if he was covering Ever's tab.

It was only then that he realized it had been her turn to cover both he and Bickslow and yet, there she was, off with Elfman, while Bickslow was gone with Lisanna, and he was all alone.

"Of course," he sighed, shaking his head a bit before, softly, to himself, saying, "The Strausses, they can be quite selfish at times."

Kinana, who with Mirajane off in the stockroom doing little stocking and far more slayer and Lisanna not having worked a lick gone off with Bickslow, only shook her head at the other man, replying just as softly, "You have no idea."

[awkwardsha]

Suzanne a.k.a Lola Chronicles

                                            By: Shawnice Renee

               Suzanne found herself sitting on the window sill of her newest hookup, Trey. They had known each other for only a few weeks but Trey had been nothing but a gentleman. Something Suzanne wasn’t used to. Most guys with money are douche bags and self-absorbed. Which made it easier for Suzanne to have her way with them. She fucks them, let them spend countless money on her, then walks away, simple. Trey seems like he wants more, maybe a girlfriend? A wife? Either way it wasn’t who Suzanne was. She gazed at him while he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful, but then again after good sex who doesn’t sleep peacefully.

               It was turning 6am and Suzanne noticed it was time for her “silent exit”. They had a great evening but she tries to make sure she doesn’t spend the night. That’s her own way of keeping her feelings intact. Spending the night means you want your emotions to lay down with someone else, she quietly slid on her dress and grabbed her shoes. All she needed was her purse and she was good to go. There it lay on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Suzanne immediately grabbed it and was about to walk out when she heard a half-sleep voice.

“So, you’re going to sex me good then leave me without saying bye again Lola?” A groggy Trey said while still under the covers.

“You know I have to make my special exit Trey.” Suzanne then blew him a kiss as she tried to walk out. But Trey wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.

“Oh, no you don’t, you don’t get to put it down then sneak out. Plus, I told you, I would never kick you out. Stay.” He insisted, but a reluctant Suzanne declined.

“Trey baby I know I don’t have to leave, but sometimes I like being in my own bed that’s all.”

“Well I’ll spend the night at your house then.”

Shaking her head no, Suzanne wasn’t too excited to hear that, “Aww no babe I told you how I feel about my home.”

“Damn Lola why are you so distant?” An irritated Trey was wide awake now. He never understood how they’ve been dating for weeks and he has yet to see her house. She doesn’t let him spend the night and she doesn’t call or text him regularly.

“Come on dude its six in the morning!” She whined.

               Trey sat up in the bed naked with the sheet covering half of his manhood, the sight of it made Suzanne’s mouth water. Suddenly she found it hard to walk out that door.

“Lola, you treat me like I’m some murderer. If I’m feeling you and you feeling me what’s up then.” He threw his hands up for some acknowledgement.

               Suzanne knew what he wanted and it wasn’t a problem. But he couldn’t have it with the person he was with and that was Lola.

“Look Trey I’m not a relationship kind of girl. You want to go out and do crazy shit you’ve never done before? Party and have wild and crazy sex then I’m your gal. Don’t confuse the two.”

Suzanne felt she couldn’t be any more real than that. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t like the other guys who understood protocol and fell in line. Trey on the other hand couldn’t understand how he gives her whatever she wants and needs and she still rejects him.

“When’s the last time you’ve been in a relationship? What exactly are you running from Lola? You give this excuse to me on why you don’t have attachments, when it’s obvious you’re running from something.”

               Feeling a hangover Suzanne threw her purse on the bed and sat down. She really didn’t feel like explaining her relationship issues with a jump off. But if he really wants an explanation…

“Trey I’m not running away from anything but this stupid fucking therapy talk bullshit. It’s not rocket science. Some people enjoy relationships others look at it as a prison sentence. Everybody’s different Trey, get the fuck over it!”

“You fuck powerful men with money and use sex to get your desired results. Are you really comfortable with being that?”

               The conversation started to get intense. A night of excitement and passion turned into a morning of hangovers and a bunch of “how come you don’t want ME’s”.

“No! I’m comfortable with being Lola and doing what Lola wants! Who I choose to fuck and for whatever reason I choose isn’t a life decision, it’s my decision!”

Then Trey started to become the douche bag Suzanne was waiting for, “You gold digging hoes all have the same excuse. Let me guess…you were molested as a child too?” he said sarcastically.

               Suzanne felt a sense of rage start to take over. She reminded herself he’s only hurt from the rejection, however, there is one thing she had to set straight. She pulled up her tight red dress which lead her nice little plumped ass to jiggle like jello. She then climbed on top of Trey as though she was going to mount him right then and there. But she didn’t.

“You know the funny thing? When I was younger I did get molested. More than once and by more than one person. Let me explain to you about the first time.”

Not sure if he wanted to hear the story, Trey declined, “Lo, that’s not necessary. It’s too- “

But Suzanne insisted, “No! It is necessary.”

               By then he noticed something different about her, he didn’t want to say it but he noticed a possessed demeanor about her. She began her story…

“I was about five years old. My mom must’ve been a work because it was only me and him in the house…” Suzanne paused for a second as she zoned out. Like it had happened only yesterday. She continued.

“…We were watching tv and I remember laying on his stomach…when…when all of a sudden he pulls out his penis. Then he put his hand on my…”

               As Suzanne continued with the story. Trey’s eyes stayed glued to her as he couldn’t believe the horror his ears heard so far.

“I don’t know what possessed him that day to do what he did. I don’t even know what I did, but this man felt horny enough to rub on my five-year-old vagina. I know what he was doing was wrong because instincts were kicking in. You know the older I got…I started thinking maybe God and the Devil were talking to me at the same time. The Devil wanted me to relax and enjoy. While God was trying to tell me, what was happening wasn’t right! It was a bad thing and at five years old those were the exact conflicted feelings I felt. Here’s the kicker…he might’ve stole my innocence, my pure innocence of being a child. But he taught me power.” Suzanne said as she looked away in deep thought.

               Trey couldn’t comprehend the last thing she said, “He gave you power? How could a creep molester give you any kind of power?”

“Sex is power Trey. The moment he made me jerk his dick he gave me power to please.” Suzanne started to dry hump Trey while she finished her story.

“Just think Trey, Sex is so powerful that it can lure amongst the weakest men, women too, make them fall in overindulgence of lust. Which at one point was a five-year-old me. At that age, a grown man fell to temptation and eyed me as a lustful being. That’s how he gave me power. He taught me I will always be looked at as a lustful being and I made use of that power. Don’t blame the fact that I found an unusual loophole to get through and I made it work.”

               Trey couldn’t believe his ears. Not only was he shocked but disgusted in her possible sense of pride in her molester, one of many.

“Most women cry, get all emotional. But you…you get so cold about it.”

               Over the course of his life, Trey has dated countless women of different looks and personalities. Thus far Lola has been the most…intriguing and this piece of her was icing on the cake. Continuing her mission to get home Suzanne hops off of Trey as the conversation heads to a close, well as far as Suzanne goes.

“Trey this is life, fucked up shit happens all the time. Am I going to sit there and cry about it? No. I make the best of my situations and keep it moving.”

“You have a weird way of coping with life.” Feeling conflicted he didn’t know whether to feel bad for the woman or tell himself to man up the same way she does. Very much so considering how she manhandled such a delicate situation.

Giving him a soft sweet kiss on the lips. Suzanne a.k.a. Lola leaves him with one last thought.

“I don’t seem to think I have a weird way of coping with life. Life has a weird way of coping with me. Until next time Darlin’, call me!”

               Suzanne walks out like nothing happened. Standing at the elevator, she had a flashback moment of that as a child. Her eyes water as a tear starts to fall down her right eye. Soon as it falls she quickly wipes the tear away with resentment. Elevator doors open and on there is a handsome man with jogging wear and earphones hanging from his neck. Fondly impressed, she instantly feels better. Seductively licking her lips, Suzanne initiates talk with him. She hops on the elevator, smiles as he smiles back. Then finally speaks, “Hey I know it’s too early for this but you are strikingly handsome. My name is Lola what’s yours…?”

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Kings of Baylon, Part One: Sold

Eve didn’t mean to summon Satan. Mostly. read it on wattpad

1. SET THE DEAL UP PROPERLY. There’s a right and wrong way to make contact with the Devil.

Eve dropped the hand holding his phone to his side and began to pace around the chalk pentagram in his garage. He’d gotten it nearly perfect his first try. How lucky of him.

The right way is to be alone in your room, close your eyes and say, “Satan, I summon you. I have a quality soul to sell if the price is right.”

This website seemed to be the most legitimate. It didn’t demand candles or a pentagram or the knife in Eve’s hand, but it was simple and went straight to the point, though the person who’d published it had done so to warrant people against summoning The Evil One.

It may take dozens, even hundreds of tries but at all costs, avoid sounding desperate or needy. He’ll show up eventually.

The candles, set up at each point on the star, the pentagram, drawn in old chalk leftover from when the whole family was over for Easter, and the knife, destined for Eve’s ankle, because he couldn’t bear to hurt children or animals, and the blood of a virgin sufficed, were all only things he’d seen in movies, tv shows, the like.

2. DEAL FROM A POSITION OF POWER. By far the biggest mistake people make is to underestimate how badly Satan wants their soul.

It certainly wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Eve wasn’t a Satanist, or anything like that, but the little ritual was certainly interesting, and boredom relieving. It was no different from praying to crows for a healthy life, or spinning in circles and tying knots to remember things. Witchcraft was almost like a science, just with less noticeable results.

It’s like precious gold to him and he’ll pay anything to get it. When he appears, get him to make the first offer, then up it.

Eve believed in God. He used to go to church on Sundays and certain holidays, mostly in a vain attempt to make friends, but he went, and he had faith. Eve had met many a patient who lost it when they were diagnosed, but not Eve. There were amazing things in the world that man, in all it’s cruelty, simply couldn’t do. Things that were too good to come the species.

3. GET THE ABSOLUTE BEST. Remember, you’re going to burn in Hell forever. So no matter how badly off you are now, demand the best.

Eve decided to just get on with it. Yes, he believed in God, and, by default, Satan, but he figured that they both had much better things to do than to hang out with a bored, debilitating seventeen year old.

For instance, even if you feel unlovable and desperate with loneliness, don’t just say, “I want the most gorgeous woman on earth and I want her to be madly in love with me.”

“Satan, I summon you. I have a quality soul to sell if the price is right.” The candles flickered as Eve sat down.

Instead, add, “In fact, throw in 100 other women as well so I can pick and choose according to my mood.”

He rolled up the leg of his thick sweatpants, exposing his ankle, still faintly tanned from the summer. He moved his hand fast as he could, knowing he couldn’t go through with it if the process was slow, and sliced open the skin there. The pain was sharp, and pulsed enough to make him curse under his breath, but the cut wasn’t big or deep enough to feel worse than that.

4. REMEMBER TO DEMAND THE LIFE-EXTENSION CLAUSE.

Eve scooted forward and stretched his leg to the middle of the pentagram, careful not to smudge it, and watched as the blood slowly dripped there. He’d never been a heavy bleeder.

Satan won’t tell you if you don’t ask but you can get a guarantee of 300 years of youthful life before you go to eternal damnation.

“Satan, I summon you. I have a quality soul to sell if the price is right.” The candles flickered again.

Why enjoy a mere 75 or 80 years of reckless living when you can get 300?

“Well, aren’t you cute?”

It’s your soul. Do what you want with it.

Eve’s breath caught in his throat. He stared at the tiny puddle of blood that he’d created, but saw nothing. And yet.

He slowly pulled his leg out of the pentagram and cradled it in his lap. The room seemed to have warmed up some, though not enough to make him sweat. Eve was anemic, and barely ever felt warm.

Eve tried to come up with an explanation. It was possible his parents came home, maybe with his older brother, and he was getting a joke played on him. Maybe someone from school had come to torment him.

But that made no sense. His parents, being a librarian and a psychologist, worked weekdays until the evening. It was Wednesday, some time in the afternoon. And his brother lived the next state over and had visited the previous weekend. He wasn’t due for another two weeks.

And Eve never had bullies. No matter what the movies told you, no one noticed the invisible kids, not even sadists, and after he was diagnosed, the people in the community were anything but hostile.

So had Eve really summoned Satan?

There was silence, so he decided to repeated the words.

“Satan, I summo-”

“Hey, kid, chill, I was just putting on my face.” The voice chuckled.

Eve paid closer attention this time. He couldn’t help it, the voice enraptured him. The first time it spoke, it had felt like a thought, like words he just heard in his head without sound.

This time, it felt outward. And it was beautiful. The voice was male, and smooth and accented in a European way, maybe, Eve was taking a shot in the dark, all he knew was that he could barely focus on the words that the alluring voice said.

He watched the pentagram closely, not sure what to do next, when the the puddle of blood began to tremble. He couldn’t describe it any other way, but it jiggled like jello for a few seconds before it stopped and, after a beat, a column of roaring fire exploded from it.

Waves of heat radiated from the fire, searing Eve’s skin, but he couldn’t move away. He was in awe.

He’d summoned Satan.

He couldn’t tell how long he watched before the column stopped roaring and began to flicker into the shape of a person not much taller than Eve himself. His breath got more and more shallow as the shape grew features and became a man. Possibly the most beautiful man Eve had ever seen in his life.

Satan was gorgeous, to Eve at very least. He had tousled brown hair that fell in a beautifully messy way, some of it into his greeny-blue-grey eyes that were pointed down at himself, as if he wasn’t used to looking the way he did. Eve faintly thought to himself that if he looked that knockout, he’d never get used to it either.

The eyes were perfectly set into a symmetrical face of straight, perfect, sharp lines, and those eyes were piercing. But when they focussed on Eve, a smile bloomed, a smile from perfectly full lips that was so soft. The smile was lopsided and all dimples, a perfect contrast to the face of angles.     

It was almost as if he’d been picked right out of Eve’s head, crafted so that he’d take the beat out of Eve’s heart and the stability out of his knees.

“You are really something else, ya know that?” Satan said. Eve stared at him blankly. “Pure of heart and soul. Can’t remember last time someone like you called for me.” He laughed nervously. There was a moment of silence that Eve could dare call awkward. He was having an awkward moment with the king of hell. All of a sudden he began to blush. How rude Eve was being! He was sat on the floor, not saying anything, holding his bleeding foot, not even shaking the man’s hand.

Eve got to his feet and extended his arm into the pentagram. “I’m Steven Ross. It’s nice to-” Was it nice to meet Satan? Eve hated to be impolite, but at the same time he was aware that he might not have a soul at the end of this encounter, and that, if the Bible was correct, Satan was the cause of all terrible things of the world. And yet.  

“It’s nice to meet you, Satan.” The Devil looked down at Eve’s hand. “Please, call me Luc.” He said it like ‘look’, and then gave Eve another smile. “And you might wanna take that hand back until we’ve made the deal.” Eve did as told and dropped his hand. “Would you like a drink? Maybe some ice water?” Luc burst into hearty laughter. “Ha! No, no, I’m fine, thanks. Actually, I think we should get to talking about your soul.” Eve nodded in response.

He expertly avoided Satan’s eyes (and face, for that matter) and gestured to the few folding chairs set up against the walls. “Do you want to take a seat?” He asked, then glanced up quickly, and saw the devil’s face looked grateful. “No, the floor is fine. Plus I don’t think you should move on that leg. As a matter of fact…” He focused on on Eve’s leg, then let out a grunt. “I can’t operate outside of this thing. If you want, I could heal that, but you’d have to take a step in.”

This time Eve did look into Luc’s stunning face. He tried not to get sidetracked by his beauty and searched for deceit.

Satan had been around since the beginning of time and was an expert in lying and tricks, but it didn’t hurt to try. Eve had nothing to lose regardless, so he moved and put his injured leg into the pentagram. He was going to walk completely into it, to make things easier, when Luc’s hand shot out and stopped him.   

“Hey, hey! You don't wanna go to hell right now do you? I said a step!” Eve raised an eyebrow. Luc sighed. “If you come completely into the pentagram, you go to hell immediately, deal or not.” Eve felt his face go pale. “Oh, alright. Thank you.” Luc smiled reassuringly and bent down to touch his hand to Eve’s ankle. There was a small bit of light before he took it away and Eve looked down. The skin looked flawless.

And then he started to gauge what he’d done.

He had summoned Satan to his home. Satan, the lord of hell, where innocent people were tortured for all of eternity. Satan, who had made Eve eat the fruit of temptation and release sin on the world. Satan, who tortured Job on a bet, Satan, who is ‘the destroyer of worlds’, ‘the adversary’, and most blatantly ‘the evil one’, was in Eve’s home to take Eve’s soul and maybe sort of give him what he wanted, because Eve had read that Satan could trick you into eating your own foot if he tried hard enough, only to spend eternity in hell.

Then Eve remembered how long he’d been given to live. Eve remembered the dead looks in his parents’ eyes, and how tired and sad and bored he always felt these days.

Eve didn’t want to be better or have three hundred more years. Eve, who’d accepted Jesus into his heart long ago, believed that maybe he wouldn’t go to hell, believed that even if he did, if he got his wish, it would be worth it.

“So, your soul. What a soul.” Luc said when he’d got to his feet. “I really don’t recommend giving it to me, but if you want enough for it, I might allow it.” Eve raised an eyebrow. “You’d turn down my deal?” Luc’s gaze softened. “You’re good, Eve. Your soul is pure and so are your intentions, and everything you’ve ever done.” He smiled softly. “There’s a big ol’ castle waiting for you with Big-G and gold roads with your name on them. Do you really want to give that up?” Eve blinked. “I want a friend.” The devil blinked back. “What.”

“I want a friend, one that’s relatively normal, that will make me happy and entertained until I…. kick the bucket.” Eve tried to make it sound less dramatic. Satan rubbed the back of his head. “Uh. Are you sure you want to sell your soul for that?” Eve blinked again. “I didn’t expect you to show up, and I don’t really want anything else.” Eve noticed that a slight flush had formed on Luc’s cheeks. “Okay. If you’re absolutely sure, I’ll get you a friend, okay?” Eve smiled, and he could’ve sworn Satan started glowing. “Okay.” 

Luc began to extend his hand. “It might take a bit to get someone perfect for you, so you don’t mind if I stick around, do you?” Eve shrugged as he raised his own hand. “Well, I have to make sure you’re taking good care of my soul don’t I?” There was a light feeling inside of Eve as they grasped hands. “Of course.”