#compared to how closely tommy has pulled buck

[theladyyavilee]

after thinking about it all day now I am insane enough to make it into an actual post, sorry for just copypasting my own tags, but alas xD

this was in response to this post about how buck probably didn't even realize at first how close tommy and he were standing, because him and eddie always stand this close which SO FUCKING TRUE, I just spiralled a little frome there

#but do you also think that NOW the next time he DOES stand this close to eddie he will notice?#DO YOU THINK NOW THAT HE KNOWS HOW CLOSE CLOSE IS AND HOW EASY IT IS TO BRIDGE THAT DISTANCE#HE WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS BE AWARE OF EDDIE BEING THIS CLOSE TOO AND HAVE A TINY PART OF HIMSELF WAITING FOR EDDIE TO REACH IN THE SAME#WAY TOMMY DID BECAUSE REALLY ISN'T THAT THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION TO EASY CLOSENESS LIKE THIS#and like *screams into hands some more* WE KNOW that eddie steps in super close next episode#we know he touches buck#and it isn't the chin it is his shoulder and hip#but really that only makes it more insane#and maybe eddie isn't thinking anything of it because they HAVE always done this THIS IS WHAT THEY DO#they have always stepped close and sought out each other's bodies and touched and just generally had a pull towards each other#but on god I cannot see a world where now buck isn't aware of it in a totally new way#do you think eddie steps close and reaches out to touch him and buck flashes back to tommy stepping close#do you think the feeling of fingers on his chin and fingers on his neck start to blur?#do you think he feels eddie's grip on his hip and for just a second he wonders if there is gonna be a pull that pulls him in unexpectedly#the way that tommy gently pulled his chin towards him? how it was both unexpected and something that he had secretly deep down been hoping#for and been TRYING to provoke by stepping closer himself by swaying closer by stepping in#do you think that for just a moment all of these things blur for buck?#and that has never happened before but HOW are you supposed to ever forget now that you have these new associations#and you have to realize that oh maybe they are not so different from what I have always had#how do you deal with that? with how suddenly suddenly something you have always had has this new meaning and you can't unsee it#but you also can't have it and you have to lock that down because with tommy it already felt like risking everything but in an exhilarting#way#but like this? oh like this the risk is TERRIFYING

the more I am thinking about this the more insane I am feeling? because then I remembered that in the stills from 7x5 we know Eddie has his hand on Buck's side from the way the fabric pulls and EDDIE NEVER TOUCHES BUCK LIKE THAT, he usually only does the shoulder grab! which by itself is insane enough

BUT

BUT THEN

we know from the 7x4 stills that even though we did not quite see it in the episode because of the use of close-ups, tommy too had his hand on Buck's side during the kiss/in the aftermath of the kiss, THE SAME HAND ON THE SAME SIDE VERY LIKELY IN THE SAME SPOT

like? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE OTHER THAN SCREAM?

the fact that they have eddie touch him like this specifically after tommy touched him like this, when he normally doesn't do that? making Eddie mirror Tommy's touch? FUCKING INSANITY

OF COURSE it'll blurr in buck's mind for just a second, there really is no way it doesn't, sensory memory is SO INSANELY STRONG, oh I am going fully insane over this

#9-1-1 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #buddie #kinkley #my meta #911 meta #I am #fully losing it over this sorry guys #also more quietly obsessed with the way Eddie holds Buck #compared to how closely tommy has pulled buck #almost a little keeping a distance #holding buck gently but at arms length #holding him in a way that really lets him look at buck #probably mostly in a way that is because he is being insistent about buck HEARING him #but there is just also a very quiet note of something else to it that has my brain whirring

[allzelemonz]

Rat meets Rat: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘son’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Violence, Language, References to sex Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, O’Driscoll reader, kidnapping, torture, threats of gelding, beating, blood, implied sexual manipulation, mentions of hanging Summary: You would consider yourself to be relatively loyal to your gang, the O’Driscolls. After being captured by the rival Van Der Lindes, you are left to wonder how much loyalty is worth compared to your life. Part 1, Part 2

A war. That’s what Tommy called it when he sent you out. A war with the Van Der Linde gang, be extra careful he said. Seamus did not heed that warning. Your horses are tired of running and they’re gaining on you. A man in a blue shirt, the other in a leather jacket. Dutch was there too, at the train, but now it’s just these two chasing you and Seamus to the ends of the Earth. In the distance there are lights and smudges of blue, the law is ahead and the enemy is behind. Before you can direct your horse to follow Seamus as he turns, they get spooked. The gunshots get too close and they buck until you fall to the ground. Your heavy breaths make your face hot as they pool under your bandana. You can hear your horse run off as two stop near you.

“We should leave him to the law, Morgan.” One of the Van Der Linde boys says. “He ain’t worth the trouble.”

You feel the pain spread from your back and the stabbing feeling goes all the way to your fingers and toes. Landing flat on your back was not pleasant.

“Ya never know.” The other man says, followed by a thump that you guess is him dismounting from his horse. “He might lead us to Colm.”

When he reaches out to tie your hands you fight back, pulling him to the ground with you, but you freeze when you catch sight of the other man. His features, like yours, are hidden by a bandana but you can see the coldness in his eyes past the gun he aims at your head. You slowly raise your hands in the air, surrendering.

“Damn O’Driscoll.” The other man mutters, standing.

You stare at the Van Der Linde with the gun as his friend ties your hands. He has longer blond hair that peeks out of a white hat and eyes that cut through the air. In the distance, it sounds like the law has moved on, probably chasing Seamus. When your hands are tied the man moves on to your ankles, patting you down for weapons along the way. He takes what he finds, guns, knives, money, everything. Then he hoists you over his shoulder and throws you on the back of his horse.

“He’s more trouble than he’s worth, Morgan.” The other man says.

“Dutch wants Colm.” ‘Morgan’ says. “We’ll do what we can ta get him.”

They ride off. All you see is the horse and the ground, none of which is familiar in the slightest. The pace of the horse hits your stomach in a way that nearly makes you sick. The mask on your face, pushing the hot breath against you, doesn’t help either. By the time the ride stops, you’re dizzy, nauseous, and exhausted. You’re pulled off the horse in a haze and the only thing that comes into focus is your boss’s sworn enemy.

Dutch Van Der Linde is taller than you remember. You’ve only ever seen him at a distance. He is tall, dressed about as formally as Colm usually is. In the dark he looks like a menacing demon. Exactly the way Colm describes him.

“Catch a snake, Arthur?” He asks the man in the blue shirt.

“One a’ those that was at the train.” Arthur says. “His buddy got away.”

“One’ll do.” Dutch says, stepping closer.

He reaches up and pulls your mask down, revealing your face. Dutch quirks an eyebrow as he looks you over.

“I am sure I’ve seen you before, son.” Dutch says, then he snaps his fingers and pulls something out of his pocket. “This you?”

He holds the paper in front of your eyes, your own likeness staring back at you. Your name is printed at the top and the bounty is set at five-hundred dollars, alive. Your details list you as an O’Driscoll, last seen near Strawberry. You can’t help the very readable expression that covers your face.

Dutch laughs. “I think it is. You are one desired man, for an O’Driscoll.”

“You won’t get anything from me.”

“Oh, but I will, son.” Dutch leans in close to your face. “You will tell me where I can find Colm or I will gladly watch the law hang you.”

“Even if I wanted to tell you, Mister Van Der Linde.” You smile. “I have no idea where Colm is. Most of us don’t on the given day.”

“I’m sure you have somethin’ useful to share.” Dutch says. “You just need a little help rememberin’ it.”

You stare him down. You have been an O’Driscoll for a while now. You’ve met with Colm a few times. You have heard nothing but bad things about the man. So when he forms a smug smirk on his face you spit at him. He recoils as Arthur pulls you back.

“At least he’s got some spirit.” The man with the white hat chuckles.

Dutch rebounds, wiping the spit off of his face. He glares at you for a moment, meeting your eyes that glare straight back at him. Then he punches you, hard. Arthur’s hold on your arms is the only thing that keeps you standing. The pain settles in your jaw as you’re made to stand upright again.

“That behavior simply will not do, son.” Dutch sighs. “Arthur, Micah, tie this young man over by the trees. We will have a long conversation with him later.”

The man with the white hat, Micah, joins Arthur in dragging you to the trees on the outskirts of their camp. They wrap the rope around the tree and over your torso to keep you in place. When they leave you lean back, letting your head rest against the tree as you catch your breath. There is no chance of Tommy sending for you, Seamus probably told him you’re dead. The pain picks through you like needles as you stand there, unable to move. Eventually you fall asleep, only from pure exhaustion.

A cold sensation overtakes you and you gasp as you wake up. You blink the water out of your eyes to see three men in front of you. The one holding the bucket is darker skinned, wearing a blue jacket. On his left is a man with a heavy beard who looks far too excited and to the right is the white hat man, Micah. You shake the water off as best you can and cough from the little that went down your throat.

“Good mornin’, O’Driscoll.” The man with the beard sneers. “Nice night?”

You settle your breathing from the coughs and look him in the eye. “Fuck you.”

He puts a hand to his chest. “I am deeply hurt.”

Micah steps forward with a knife in hand, pressing it to your throat and making you stand upright and still.

“Where is Colm O’Driscoll?” The bearded man asks.

“No idea.” You shake your head slightly, skin pressing a bit against the blade.

Micah presses it more into your skin, the sharp edge drawing a trickle of blood. “Ya sure about that, cowpoke?”

“Even if I knew, Colm would do worse for telling.”

Micah pulls his knife away, replacing it on his belt before punching you in the gut. You cough at the action, feeling the pain root in your stomach as Micah backs away to make room for the bearded man.

“Beat him good, Bill.” Micah says. “Dutch wants answers.”

The bearded man, Bill, looms over you as you try to catch your breath. He grabs a fistfull of your hair, forcing you to stand upright, and lands another blow to your gut. He does this again and again until you spit out blood.

“Wanna tell us where Colm is now?” The man that threw the water asks.

“I don’t think he’s there yet, Javier.” Bill says. “I think I’ll get the geldin’ tongs.”

You breathe through the mouthful of blood, shaking your head as much as you can with Bill holding your hair. You know what gelding is, you’ve seen people tortured that way. “I don’t know anything.”

You spit up another round of blood when Bill punches you again. “I didn’t ask you a question yet, O’Driscoll.”

“Now, now, boys.” Micah steps forward, pushing Bill aside. “Let’s let him talk.”

With Bill not holding your head you can stand up and lean back against the tree. You breathe heavily for a second, spitting out the excess blood. “I don’t work for Colm, not directly.”

“Then who do ya work for?” Bill asks.

“Not telling you that either.” You smile, trying to ignore the pain. “I’m not a rat.”

Micah hums, resting his hands on his gun belt. “Allright, Mister Williamson.”

Bill is gone before Micah finishes the sentence, rushing off to get his favorite torture device. Javier follows behind him.

Micah leans in close. “If I was you, I’d talk, cowpoke.”

You breathe heavily as you talk. “I’m not a rat.”

“You ain’t gonna be a man either.” Micah sneers. “Not after this.”

“Mister Bell!”

Micah turns around to face Dutch as he approaches. “Boss?”

“I just saw Mister Williamson with that wild look in his eye.” Dutch says, stopping in front of you and looking at your state. “I told him to hold off for now.”

“He ain’t talkin’, Dutch.” Micah says, an edge to his voice.

“He will.” Dutch sighs. “Colm is a cold bastard, no one is that loyal to him.”

You chuckle. “You don’t know us too well, Mister Van Der Linde.”

“You’re willing to die for him, son?”

You nod. “I die loyal or I die a traitor. I’d rather suffer and know I never talked.”

Dutch looks between you and Micah before sighing. “Then I suppose you’ll hang, son. Ain’t a thing I can do about it.”

“Fuck you, Van Der Linde.”

Dutch sighs. “Micah, if you would take this young man down to Strawberry, we’ll have a hangin’ to attend soon.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Micah cuts you loose as Dutch walks away, stopping to break the news to Bill. You fall forward onto the ground, clutching your bruised stomach. You groan as Micah pulls your arms and legs so he can hogtie you. He picks you up and carries you to his horse, throwing you on.

“Long ride to Strawberry, cowpoke.” He says, mounting his horse. “Best get comfortable.”

From the camp you were at with your fellow O’Driscolls, Strawberry is nearly a day’s ride. You know the train spot where you ran into the Van Der Lindes was farther west and their camp must be closer to that, so it will be a long ride indeed. You try to focus on something other than the pain as the bouncing of the gallop hits your bruised stomach. These are some of the last moments of your life.

The sun sets and Micah only seems to stop for the horses sake as he mutters reassurances to him. He pulls you off, letting you drop to the ground so he can access his saddle bag and set up a small camp. You sit a few feet from his horse, watching him closely. Your clothes have dried from the water that woke you up by now, but your blood stains your skin and the bandana around your neck. You’ve looked worse, O’Driscolls have done much worse. The Van Der Lindes seem like nothing compared to your gang. The things they’ve done pale in comparison to what you’ve done on orders from Tommy or Colm. Now that you’ve had the time to think, you don’t particularly want to die for those men.

“How long have you been with them?” You ask.

Micah has settled by the fire, sharpening his knife. “Ain’t none a’ your business, O’Driscoll.”

You sigh. “I could tell you where Tommy is, Colm’s lieutenant, that’s all I got.”

Micah chuckles, dragging his knife over the sharpener. “Thought you was a loyal little dog.”

“I’ve had time to think.” You say. “I stay with the O’Driscolls because I know what happens to rats and defectors. That’s why most stay.”

“And?”

“Dutch isn’t as bad as Colm says.” You huff. “Colm would’ve castrated me, taken fingers, and hung me himself.”

Micah sighs, putting his knife and sharpener away. “You want somthin’ in return, cowpoke?”

“My life.” You nod. “And a chance to work for Dutch.”

“You think Dutch would take in an O’Driscoll?” Micah sneers.

“I think he wants whatever information he can get on Colm.” You sigh. “And I will happily give it, so long as I’m out of his reach.”

Micah takes slow strides towards you. “It ain’t like you can lead us ta Colm. You ain’t worth much.”

You lick your lips, still tasting the blood as you think of what more you could offer. “I’m not above groveling, Mister. Whatever I gotta do, I’ll do it.”

“That so?” Micah asks, kneeling in front of you.

You can see the look in his eyes. A small price to pay for life, life away from what Colm might do to you for simply being caught, let alone the consequences for talking. “Yes.”

He shakes his finger up and down, tilting his head off to the side slightly. “Hows about a little respect, hmm?”

You grit your teeth. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckles darkly. “Good boy. Very well trained.”

You bite your tongue, keeping yourself from saying what you want.

“Now.” Micah muses. “We can go back ta camp and ya can tell Dutch everything ya know.”

You nod.

“And then I’ll make sure ya stick around. You become a useful gun for Dutch and the gang and you will repay me however I ask.” Micah trails his finger along your cheek. “Ya understand, O’Driscoll?”

You bite your tongue again, forcing the right words out of your mouth. “Yes, sir.”

“I know ya ain’t gonna be tied up forever.” He says. “If ya go back on our little deal, I’ll kill ya myself.”

You nod. “I understand, sir.”

Micah takes his knife out again and cuts your bindings, trusting you not to run on the simple fact that he has guns and you do not. You might be able to wrestle them from him, but that would leave you with nothing. The O’Driscolls would name you a rat no matter what, you have nowhere to go. Micah isn’t so much of a bad option.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

[zombiekillerky]

{Reassured} - Dream SMP Fanfic

(This is platonic, there are no relationships in this what’s so ever. Just a wholesome moment between Awesamdad and Tommy nothing more)

Tommy smiled as he walked down the path, trident in hand and his left over fence in the other underneath his arm. His lips parted as he whistled a small tune to himself with glee, already seeing Sam or Sam Nook as he liked to call him out of the corner of his eye. The blonde wouldn't admit it but he did enjoy doing these small tasks for Sam. The little adventures and chores so he could build his hotel for him. It was fun, especially since he could do whatever he pleased with no one to tell him to do so. Yet this felt right, it was his decision to do these things for him.  He felt as if it was making him more responsible even though they were such small tasks that Sam offered him. But no matter how small they were he felt as if he was helping and that was all that mattered. Sam made him felt like he mattered and that he was pitching in with everything that he was doing. Maybe Philza would realize that when they finished the hotel officially and it was open. Maybe he would actually be proud of him, but Tommy wasn't looking for achieve meant like that. He was looking for the big bucks in the end of this run, or so he hoped.

The blonde sighed as he slipped his trident on to his back where the holster was. An uneasy feeling of being alone washed over him, some things still stuck from exile he wished would go away. Like sometimes when he would go and complete his tasks alone he would get an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Knowing he had to have someone by his side or else he would start to get sick and not feel well enough to work. The blonde shook his head slightly as he made his way to the gates. Getting rid of this sickening feeling from his body and shoved it down below with in himself.

He quickly jumped over the wood gate without hesitation even though Sam told him not to or he would hurt himself. Successfully making it back to his friend in no time to spare, an achieved look on his face as he stood up next to him. Sam was taller then anyone on the server with a height of 7'4, even Ranboo wasn't as tall as him and he was half enderman which was super tall. (I know he said he was 6'2 but in canon he said 7'4 :p). But never the less Tommy wanted to stand tall up to him, feeling like it would make him look more tough compared to the quiet giant. Even though most likely half of the server was probably better at him in PVP. Especially The Blade he once lived with and called his roommate,

"I did it Sam Nook!, I placed the fence boundaries like you asked me to do. It actually wasn't that tough of a job to be fair besides that red gunk that keeps spreading" Tommy said quite loudly, watching Sam turn to meet his gaze as he finished organizing his inventory. He watched as a smile formed on his face, making Tommy feel like he did something good. He's not proud of you for what you did, it's nothing compared to what he has done. It would take a lot to impress him and you know it, you're just a thorn in his side like everyone else. Tommy shook his thoughts out of his head, choosing not to listen like he did to many people on this server to annoy them.

"That is very good, Now I have a new task for you as of now. I want you to place all of the fences in to the chest and the rest of the dirt blocks that I gave you. As well as those boots you have seemed to wear out already from your trident jumps you like to do so much." Tommy took a step back as soon as he heard the words place. It was almost like he heart stopped as he watched Sam's face. He didn't want to think of the past, he chose not to but no matter how stubborn he was it would always make it's way in to his mind. But why did it chose to haunt him like this so much. Sam noticed his uncomfortable look on his face and watched as he took a step away from him. Confused as to what he said to make Tommy look so afraid, was he holding something like a sword that would scare him. He wasn't sure what was wrong at first, confused as to what had happened to the boy in front of him.

After what Dream had told him when he visited him in the prison he has tried his hardest to help Tommy in any way. Feeling like he was his protector with how things have gone and how people treat him as of now. Tommy was his responsibility as he would like to say so he would do anything to make him feel welcomed. He could be a handful but he was a kid and deserved the benefit of the doubt sometimes that no one seemed to give the kids on  he server. Tommy ran his hand through his hair nervously as he laughed uncomfortably. The thoughts of what Dream did filled his mind of exile, at this rate he could draw blood from how hard he was biting his lip at the moment. Put your things in the hole Tommy, do it or I will kill you. You don't want to disobey me right Tommy, remember I AM your only friend. You Don't want to lose your only friend right, no one is there for you no matter what you think. You are a nothing

"I....uh yeah yeah give me a sec then...b-big man, I'll get r-right to it" Tommy said as he placed the fences down in front of Sam, taking off his boots as well before he took out his shovel. Tommy stuck it in the ground to the side of him as he took a step off the path. Confusing Sam completely as to what he was doing, he asked him to put it in the chest not in a hole. That's when the creeper hybrid realized what he was doing, feeling stupid to ask him such task in the first place. He should have worded it differently or said nothing at all. he knew there was going to be a challenge when making sure Tommy was okay, he just wished he would realize it easier.

Sam took a few steps forward and placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder to grab his attention. Tommy jumped forward and dropped his shovel as he covered his face in defense. The boy was shivering as he held his arms up in front of him. The creeper hybrid was sure he heard him muttering please don't hurt me and I promise i'll be good underneath his breath over and over But Sam only stood in front of him, making sure both of his hands were on his shoulders lightly so he wasn't showing he was a threat.

"I w-was just about done Sam, I'm s-sorry-"

"Tommy no no....I asked you to put them in the chest over there, not in a hole. Did you not hear me correctly Tom?" Sam asked calmly with a caring look on his face, taking his time when it came to calming the child in front of him. Tommy slowly parted the hands on his face to see him standing in front of him. What was Sam's plan, what did he want from him. He just seemed concerned, but no one ever is so why would he now. Sam's eyes watched over the young boy in front of him, noticing the water in the corners of Tommy's eyes as he seemed to be in thought. The creeper hybrid sighed softly as he wrapped his arms around the smaller mischievous boy in front of him. Feeling his tense shoulders slowly loosen to his touch as he quickly wrapped his arms around him in return for comfort. He felt so sorry for Tommy, wishing he would have known what had happened sooner. He would have gone and helped Tommy if he knew that's what Dream was doing to him all along. He would have built the prison sooner and put Dream in it himself even if it would have costed him one or two of his lives in return.

"I-I'm sorry Sam...I don't know w-what got a hold of me.... I just thought-" Tommy's voice cracked as he tried to hide all of his emotion. Failing miserably as Sam felt tears on his shirt as they remained in the hug. Sam rubbed slow circles in to Tommy's back to soothe him of his panic attack happening.

"Don't be sorry Tommy, you have done nothing wrong you hear me absolutely nothing alright...You shouldn't have to be sorry" Sam replied softly, hearing Tommy sniff to try and clear his throat. It seemed like they stayed like that for a long while, not even realizing that time had gone by. Tommy just really needed the comfort at the moment over anything, all these crazy things that have happened ever since he has gotten back. The stress has gotten to far to even handle especially after the close death of his best friend. Sam knew he would be there when ever Tommy needed him to be and he hoped Tommy knew that as well. The young blonde sighed as he pulled away from Sam in front of him. Feeling quite happy and reassured with what Sam has just proved to him. He hasn't had somebody show him that in a long time, of course Phil showed him love and comfort. Techno terrified him if he asked for a hug but he showed him strength, encouragement and complimented him from time to time. And Tubbo showed him friendship and gave him the time of day when he needed to talk. But this was different, Sam's intentions were different. He wasn't just choosing to deal with him because he was there, he was making sure that he was alright. He actually cared more then enough for his well being and wanted to see that he was fully alright with out any hesitation.

"You good?" Sam asked with a smile on his face, choosing to walk past this little episode like it didn't happen for Tommy's sake. But he reminded himself to watch what he says in the past from now on. Tommy smiled at the creeper hybrid in front of him, realizing what he was doing and decided to go along with it. Taking a deep breath and soon let it all out before nodding his head slowly.

"*sigh* Yeah...yeah I think I am, Now! Sam Nook what is the new task you have for me big man!" Tommy asked with with smile raising on his face, getting rid of the sad and anxious attitude he had previously. Sam smiled softly as he looked Tommy up and down to make sure this wasn't a show before replying.

"Well there has been a lot of weeds and unwanted structures that we need to have removed around the area in order for the build to progress like we want it to. They are disturbing the area but not as much as the red substance growing around quite recently"

"*groan* more digging are you serious!"

"Not just digging, mostly the removal of weeds will require digging. But destroying the structures will require other tools and materials depending on the tasks at hand" Sam replied as the both of them walked over toward the chests sitting in front of the big work sign where the hotel was supposed to be built. The creeper hybrid glanced over his shoulder at Tommy placing the fencing in to one of the chests. His facial expression told all that he was in thought at the moment since he was abnormally quiet.

"Can I sell these "weeds" we are talking about" He asked with a sly smirk on his face as he raised his eyebrow. Sam shook his head slightly upon hearing those words come out of his mouth. He was not even a little surprised as to what Tommy had said.

"No Tommy you may not sell these "weeds'"

"*sigh* fine, alright alright where do I begin then" pretending to be hurt be his reply.

"Well let's get you a new pair of boots and I'll show you where the first thing we need to take down is. Does that sound good with you?"

"Yes it does Big S....and Sam" Tommy said as Sam stopped walking, noticing he had stopped a couple of feet behind him. The creeper hybrid turned around to meet the young boys eyes, seeing an appreciative look on his face for some odd reason. Tommy glanced around slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck out of a nervous habit. His sky blue eyes locked with Sam's lime green orbs.

"Yes Tommy?" Sam asked, starting to get worried about Tommy since he wasn't speaking.

"....Thank you" Sam looked at him in confusion, never thinking he would hear those words com out of the young boys mouth. Tommy was never someone to say thank you, his ego couldn't be bruised. But no matter how puzzling it was it made Sam's heart melt. A warm grin appeared on his face as he looked at him. Hearing Tommy scoff as he continued to walk forward like he had said nothing. Sam rolled his eyes playfully as he walked beside him down the path over to the chest filled with the extra clothing items for a pair of new boots.

"It's no problem Tommy, I'm always here for you"

#awesamdude #awesamdad #awesamdude dsmp #dream smp awesamdude #awesamdude dream smp #tommyinnit #dream smp tommy #tommyinit fanfic #dream smp #dreamsmp fanfiction #dreamsmp fanfic #samnook #sam nook #dreamwastaken #Sleepybois #sleepy bois inc #sleepyboisinc #sleepy bois family #handsamdude #tommyinit mcyt #awesamdude mcyt #dream mcyt #techno dream smp #dream smp philza #awesamfam #dream smp au #dreamsmp angst

[slasherfilth]

You Are What You Eat - Chapter Two (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

It has become quite a common occurrence to see Luda Mae sitting at the tablet closest to the window and door in your little bakery. Sometimes with Kathy and Henrietta, and other times just sitting and chatting with you as you baked. And frankly, you enjoyed the company, she never demanded that you speak at all times, and seemed quite content when you fell into your quiet episodes, choosing silence after a long day or a calm humming tune. You had once voiced your concern for the price of her tea break, offering to forfeit the charge if it was too much. Frankly, the place had been doing much better than you thought it would, and the loss of a couple dollars every other day wasn’t going to hurt it. You’d rather her company and didn’t want her to stop showing up because it was financially incompatible. But she had tossed your concerns away with a flip of her hand.

“With the extra food you give to us dear, a few bucks a week is nothing. If Charlie wants to chuck a spat over it, he can go back to buying groceries every week.” You’d giggled and nodded, happy that your contributions were going to good use. You had been trying out different recipes and trying to gauge what locals liked best, and some things were much more favoured over others. You had discovered the town enjoyed classic pastries but also didn’t mind some otherworldly influences like Croissants and Cannoli. But sometimes that had left you with ingredients you just wouldn’t use on your own. Then you had begun making small baskets of food that were about to expire for Luda Mae, sometimes even for Kathy or Henrietta, if you had enough leftovers. That way, you didn’t feel terrible for throwing away food, and some other deserving people received some help.

As you had begun to offer more food, Luda Mae had started making small baskets for you. Little jars of jam made from the fruits you would give them and new family recipes to try. They were always fantastic and it had become quite a joy to exchange them. However, during your months of growing closer, despite how much Luda had spoken about her little family, you hadn’t met any of the men in her life. And frankly the more she talked about them, the more curious you grew. She spoke of how hardworking her dear old Tommy was, about how he would round up the cattle every other day and was always in the basement, butchering. You’d learnt he used to work in the meat factory but was laid off when it shut down. Initially, you had assumed he was a teenager. Still, now you figured he may be a bit older, but then again it wasn’t uncommon for people to start work young here. Make he was only an apprentice when he worked at the meatworks.

But for all your wondering, you never received a real answer. Not that you had asked of course. As motherly and welcoming as Luda was, you had realised the family was a big deal to her, and she could be quite secretive about them. You had chalked it down to wanting to keep them safe in her own way, given how the town seemed to react to them. You hadn’t missed the odd looks and sneers that Luda would receive from the other folk that frequented your bakery. Quiet mumbles to their companions and quick leaving were common when Luda was around. You had noticed she would come an hour before you closed, fewer people would come around that time. And you didn’t blame her at all. However, you had refrained from saying anything because you still needed the business and Luda understood. That didn’t stop you from giving those people the day-old bread and the nearing sour milk. You had no time for their ridiculously childish behaviour. It was part of the reason you had left the city. People always felt the need to judge when they were never really better off themselves.

You hummed along to your thoughts, eye’s darting every now and again towards the entrance, hoping to see the kind woman walk through the doors. It had been a week without any real sight of her, and you were becoming worried. You had a basket of food awaiting her arrival or the past couple of days, and you were afraid it would go off before you ever managed to give it to her. With a frown you pulled the last tray of muffins from the oven, ready for cooling overnight. Your eyes flickered to the note sitting on your wall, Luda Mae’s cursive phone number written, calling out to you. Maybe you should just give her a quick call to make sure everything was okay and to tell her you had some things to give her. She wouldn’t mind. And with that thought, you washed your hands clean of filth and reached for the phone, anxiously awaiting as you listened to the dial-up tone.

“Hewitt’s, what you want?” demanded a gruff-voiced from the opposite end of the phone. You panicked. Was it the wrong number? No. It couldn’t be, he said Hewitt.

“Er…um. Y-yes.” You stammered, trying to find the words to speak. However, your mind seemed torturously blank at the moment, forgetting why it is you even decided to call in the first place.

“Out with it, would ya? I haven’t got the time to stand over the damn phone.” You almost hung up immediately, opting to never call anyone ever again. You always preferred face to face conversation anyways. However, you faintly heard the sound of a familiar woman’s voice over the end of the phone, and your eyes darted to the little basket of goodies you’d organised.

“Luda Mae! I would like to speak to Luda Mae, it’s (Y/N) from the bakery.” You smiled wide, far too proud at being able to answer a simple question over the phone. You listened as the man mumbled and yelled out to Luda. With some shuffling and complaining from the man, you finally heard Luda answer.

“Oh! Luda! It’s (Y/N)! How have you been? I was getting worried something had happened.” You bit your lip, wondering if maybe that sounded bad. You were just concerned thought, wasn’t that a good thing?

“Oh, dearie! Hello. I’m quite alright. Sorry about Charlie, the old grump. I’ve been fine darling, just very busy with livestock, I’m sorry I haven’t been out to visit this week. I should be back by next.” A wider smile curled on your lips, shoulders finally relaxing. However, you were not sure when they had hunched in concern originally.

“That’s alright, I just wanted to make sure. I also have some things for you I was gonna give to you on your next visit, but I’m not sure they will last much longer in this heat, sorry.” You frown slightly but heard a chuckle over the phone.

“Oh, ever the generous girl you are. I’m not sure who sent you to us, dear, but you’re surely an angel. I’ll send Thomas down to grab it before the day’s out, okay? Now as I’ve said he is mute, but you’ll know it’s him.” You quirked an eyebrow at her statement. Unsure of what she meant. You had never met the boy; how could you possibly know? But you didn’t have time to question as you suddenly heard faint yelling and cursing from the man on the phone earlier, and a quick goodbye from Luda before they hung up on you.

Pulling your eyebrows together, you looked oddly at your phone before putting it down. What an odd family. You shrugged and decided to get back to work, your mind absentmindedly pondering what the Hewitt boy would be like.

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You had almost forgotten your arrangement as you were handing out coffee and cakes left and right. Around 5pm every day, it would suddenly get busy for an hour. Everyone leaving their jobs or heading to families houses for dinner, eager to grab a small treat to share on the way. You smiled and thanked each person, unable to see the end of the line before you head another jiggle form the bells on the door.

“Welcome, I won’t be one moment.” You called out, just as you did with everyone. But suddenly there didn’t seem to be as much background noise. Chattering and laughter stopped abruptly as you continued to serve. Confusion ran through you, wondering if you just imagined it all. But you turned to the next customer, and the faint sounds of chatter began to pick up again. Only this time it was whispered with hushed giggles filling the room. You shook your head, slightly confused still but looked towards the door before freezing momentarily. And there he stood. A tall, broad man, he seemed enormous compared to the people around him. Who seemed to all step back as far as they could? You didn’t really blame them, as you continued to look, you realised he had a leather mask strapped to his face, rough stitching revealed his lips that seemed oddly full for a man, but obviously chapped and peeling in some places. The skin around them that wasn’t hidden behind the mask was red and blotchy. You wondered if it was the sun. He was incredibly tanned, dirt-covered his clothes and skin, obvious he was a man who worked hard in a field somewhere. You bit your lip. Eyes travelling higher as you took in the furrow of his brows, blue eyes glaring down at the ground in an oddly shy manner, his greasy hair still wavy and hiding his face as much as he could. He was huge and could easily be the most intimidating man in the room, however, his demeanour was that of a scared, shy teenager, merely wanting to be ignored rather than the centre of attention.

You imagined with a frame like that though, he was hard to miss. And suddenly everything clicked. The silence, the hushed whispers, the giggles. And the demeanour. A frown curled on your lips once more as you started to tune into the conversations more, clearly, no one actually cared about being heard. Especially the man you had initially been serving.

“What a freak. Hard to imagine he even had the balls to walk into a place like this. Lowers the value a bit.” His friend behind him snorting. You frowned harder.

“Yeah, not like that family could afford anything from here. His mothers always around, but I’m sure she probably just rummages the bins for everyone’s scraps.” The two men laughed boisterously at that. And it hit a nerve in you. You hadn’t met the poor man before. You had the opinion that he was used to the chatter. Still, hearing Luda mentioned in such a foul way had you clutching the paper cup harder than expected, eyes glaring up at the men before you. IN your haze you noticed the other man seemed to stiffen as well, hearing the two idiots talk. But before anyone could retaliate, you grabbed the two orders. You flipped off their lids, whistling low to get everyone’s attention, including the two men before you threw the contents of hot coffee into their faces. Listening as they yelped and tried to wipe off the burning liquid quickly. Gasps were heard from everyone in the shop.  

“What the fuck, Lady?” They turned to you, still trying to cool down their bright red faces. You sneered at them before they had a chance to say anymore.

“Let me make it very clear to each and every one of you in this building. It is mine. I own it. And you will all abide by my rules when you walk into this shop, so help me. And that means if you ever feel the need to pick on another human being, you will be banned and reported, do you hear me? Hot coffee will be the least of your worries when I am through with you. You will treat everyone with respect, especially the Hewitt’s in this store.” You growled out, sounding far more confident than you felt. You were angry, but you had never threatened people before. But your message seemed to get across as the murmuring stopped and people ordered their coffee and food in silence before leaving in a hurry. Eventually, everyone ran out of the door, and you sighed heavily, leaning back against the counter.

Before you could make your way back to your cooking, you heard a huff from behind you. You turned around quickly, bright red as you took in the sight of the man before you. Somehow amongst all of the people leaving you hadn’t realised he stayed. It wouldn’t have been that you were pointedly ignoring him, the embarrassment of your outburst being too much to handle. Never.

“O- Oh… Thomas?” You had assumed this was the “boy” Luda had been referring to all the time. Although boy was the furthest thing from your mind as you craned your neck up to look at him before you. He nodded, shaggy hair following the moment. You liked it. Heat began to pool on your cheeks once more. You released a shaky breath.

“U-Um. Sorry about t-that. I just… didn’t like what they were saying, y’ know? Sorry if I overstepped, I didn’t mean-“ You were cut short as you felt a very large, very hot, hand rest on top of your head. You were stunned as you looked up at him. He didn’t seem to be smiling, but something in you said he was happy you had done it. You smiled up at him. For a bit too long, you looked into his eyes, wanting to know precisely what he was wondering behind those pretty blue irises. You shook your head suddenly, feeling his hand retract suddenly. You felt bad, you hadn’t meant to make him react. You liked the feeling. But you bit your lip instead of trying to gather your thoughts.

“U-Um, I have some things for you and your mother. I hope you like them. I was worried they would go off before I got to give them to you guys. But I’ve also added some fresh bread and some chocolate chip cookies… Luda said she had a son and I thought….” It dawned on you that you were talking to that son right now, and he certainly wasn’t the teenager you had been assuming. You wanted to smack yourself in the forehead. What grown man wanted cookies. You winced as you handed him the basket. He tilted his head, and you tried not to press your thighs together too obviously. He lifted the basket full of ingredients with seemingly no difficulty, pulling back the checker drape before snatching one of the cookies you’d mentioned. He broke off a small piece and slipped it through the slit of the mask, he made a little approving noise and nodded. Which was more than enough to make you break out into a broad grin, clasping your hands together in front of you in delight.

“Oh! I’ve so glad you like them! I’ll make you some more next time.” He stared at you for a moment, you stood stark still, once again wondering what he was thinking as he looked down on you. Before he nodded once more and made to leave for the door.

“Goodbye, Thomas! I’d love to see you again!” You waved him away with a bright smile, watching him freeze before continuing on his path home. You had meant it too. Your mind wandered back to your dreams of wanting a man who could hold you with one arm and work with the other, and by god, every bit of you believed that muscle of man could be very well that. You placed your hands on your cheeks, trying to cool them down as you flushed bright red. Suddenly talking to Luda about her son wasn’t going to be so easy anymore.

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Hi! Thank you all for the beautiful words and support! I hope this was enough Thomas to last you until the next update. I originally planned for more to happen, but it was already getting a bit wordy. Feel free to message me if you have questions or even theories for the story! I’d love to talk about it! Did you guys like your response to Tommy? I want this to be a bit of a slow burn, but I’m a sucky for love at first sight. <3

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hi!! can you write steve getting all horny in class and billy noticed it and because of the dick he is he throws steve a paper where he says all filthy things and the way he would fuck steve right now and steve’s trying his best to keep himself calm. then of course billy fucks steve in the janitors closet after the class.

Oh dearest anon, believe you me when I say that I have been thinking about this already, and then you come in here to read my goddamn mind, you gorgeous piece of filth!! Hope you’ll enjoy!

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Steve Harrington is a normal teen in his senior year of high school. He shaves his face every morning, struggles with all of his homework, drinks shitty cheap beer, has a babysitting job, and he owns his fair share of Playboys and watches porn during late nights on the TV in his living room.

And sometimes those images invades his mind when he's sleeping, as is only normal for any typical hormonal 18 year old.

They had been so vivid this morning, only to be interrupted by the blaring of his alarm clock, with no time to fix the situation or he'd be late for class again.

They're there now, halfway through first period and he's sitting with his chin in hand, drooling slightly as he daydreams about things vastly more interesting than algebra.

Soft thighs, exposed tits, plump lips, long hair. It's quite well known that Steve Harrington is easy and frankly a bit loose, but can he truly be blamed for his incessant neediness, when there's a lack of love at home? Who isn't touch starved and constantly seeking heat.

Lesser known fact is how he dreams of things he shouldn't. Hairy pecs, muscular biceps, strong hands, hard cocks.

Girls are nice and gentle and delicate. Laurie, Amy, Becky, Nancy. Pure and kind and good. They smell of flowers, feels like silk, sounds of an angels choir.

But they cannot compare to the way the right guy will reach everywhere. Tommy, Billy. Bending him over, fingers digging inside, stretching him out, slapping into him with such fervor he'll walk funny for nearly a week. Their musky smell, calloused fingers, animalistic grunts.

And it riles him up. Can't help but drift off to think about Billy. Won't even fight it, as he finds himself in Hargrove's bedroom, the place reeking of sweat and cologne and testosterone, Billy standing by his small, cheap bed. Shirtless with the body of a bronze statue, pants unbuckled to expose a blond trail of hair disappearing beneath his tight briefs. A hand caressing the outline of his-

There's a sudden kick to his shin and he's wide awake, still in algebra class, the teacher scribbling away on the blackboard as he drones on about whatever. Steve wipes off the bit of drool that has fallen down his chin and looks to his left to see...

Billy Hargrove, pulling his leg back from having just kicked Steve awake. He's all teeth in a mischievous grin, eyes heavy and intense as he catches sight of amber hues. Quickly he glances down, far down, then up again, as if to gesture for Steve to do the same.

So he does, and oh... He stops moving as if that's any less suspicious than what covering his crotch would have looked like. A bulge in his jeans shows that he's sporting far more than just half a chub, and he can feel his fucking heart beat in his hardened flesh, as he stares straight ahead into the back of the brunette in front.

Perhaps if he thinks really really hard about math and algebra and numbers, he can will it away with a headache borne from straight up confusion as to why x and y matters.

When a paper ball flies in from the east and lands perfectly in the middle of his textbook. He glances shortly over at Billy, who's resting on his hand, blinking slowly and expectantly for Steve to unfold the little crumbled up note.

Steve shifts around uncomfortably, hoping to find a way where his jeans doesn't apply too much unwanted pressure on him. And when he sees what Billy has written down here, his face goes impossibly red with a faster heartbeat.

Need a hand there, pretty boy?

He looks at Billy who has the audacity to wink and stick out just the tip of his tongue. Scribbles out a stern and serious No. then throws it back.

Billy lets out a light huff in disbelief, raises his brows in the same tone, then throws the ball over.

I don't believe you. What were you dreaming about?

And Steve grips his pencil with near breaking force as he considers telling the truth, even though just thinking about admitting to it sends pulses through him. It's been so long...

You.

The way Billy then grins reveals everything he's thinking, and the sight of it only makes the whole situation... harder.

And he brings his pen to paper... and he doesn't stop. Writes and writes and writes till nearly every line is filled out, before tossing it right back with such a masterful flair from basket practice.

Oh yeah? What about? The time in your pool where I proved just how long I can hold my breath?

Steve is quick to throw Billy a rather dangerously wanton glance, and watches how he wags his tongue, then back to the paper.

Or in your living room, where you had been so angry with me at first, for wanting to fuck you right there on a couch that costs more than my fucking car, but you loved every single inch of me. Moaned and cried out as I came inside your tight hole.

He shifts in his seat again and looks around to ensure that no one has noticed how flushed he is, but everyone else here seemed to have dozed off as well.

It's been too long pretty boy. Last time we had any fun was in my bedroom, right? Where you were such a cock hungry slut, spread out on my sheets as I fucked you raw and you complained for days about it, but I know you're just waiting for me to make a move. And maybe I've been teasing you for long enough.

Fuck, would it be too obvious if he decided to run out now? Excuse himself and make a go for the bathroom? Each curve of Billy's meticulous handwriting only making his situation worse, word by word. He can feel how pale eyes stares, and oh he burns under the attention.

Want to feel your ass sucking me in again, clenching so tight around my fat cock baby. I want you all dripping wet and praising my name as I fuck you so good and hard.

And Steve's doe eyes goes impossibly wide at the last line.

Can't wait till after school. Meet me in the janitors closet after class.

Billy is the first to stand when the bell rings out, and he makes sure that Steve catches how he licks his lips, stares intensely, as he struts out of the classroom, winks with a grin before vanishing through the door frame.

Steve is the last to leave, pretending to struggle with getting his books into his bag as everyone else goes without paying him no mind. This has got to be the longest fucking hard-on he's ever had, and it is painful.

When he finally stands up to leave as well, he clings to his backpack as if it's the most precious of his belongings, carrying it low in his arms but in a tight grasp, as he attempts to cover himself up in a less-than-awkward manner, but truly he looks like a moron.

Without ever even thinking about it, he finds his way to the janitors closet, needy and aching for release; to be filled completely and touched finally. Because, as much as it pains him to admit, Billy was right. Steve has just been waiting, patiently so, for the bully to reach for him again and push him around, shove inside.

From the crack in the door, light blooms and illuminates Billy's rather impatient figure that leans against a dirty sink in the darkness of the limited space. But only for as long as it requires to allow Steve through, and once the door is closed they're wrapped up in near pitch black, the only light comes from underneath the door.

But they do not need to see, when they can feel.

Feel firm and rude hands grab on to Steve's gorgeous ass. Feel a moan travel out as bodies collide. Feel teeth bite at his lower lip just to receive an apology by a searing tongue. Feel his chock-full erection grind against where Billy is quick to fill out himself.

If anything, Steve loves how small he feels when he's with Billy. Sure he's taller, with or without the hair all pomp and grand, but the way Billy just manhandles him like he weighs nothing is such an intense thrill that he can't get from being with girls. Tommy has tried, but he's just too soft and caring, and that's dangerous territory.

“Shit, ah- Billy-” Steve fights to keep low, but the way Billy rolls his hips more brutally at his sounds only urges him on. “A-ah fuck!”

“Mmh you're such a fucking pervert, Stevie,” Billy drawls out and scrapes his teeth along Steve's neck, tongue out to taste how his pulse quickens. “Were you really dreaming about me?”

“Y-yes,” his response a whimper, and he pushes Billy away just enough so that he can work at the buttons of his red shirt.

And the bluest eyes to ever exist admires the rushed movement of fingers, stares down and lets Steve do all the work that he's so willing to offer up. Once the last button comes loose, Steve dives right in; wraps his arms around Billy's muscular torso and brings their bodies flush together. He kisses and moans into the heated skin by the crook of Billy's neck, all the while bucking his hips forward to force hardened flesh together. Feels the rough pleasure nearly blind him as he gets lost chasing his high.

Enough soon becomes enough, and Billy growls out, yanks at Steve's hair to bring him away from where he's sucking a bruise mindlessly - too high for his collar to cover it. Branded in a way that might anger Billy, but there's a desire for the attention hickeys bring, for how everyone will stare and wonder.

He doesn't say anything about how badly he wants to fuck Steve right this second, just grabs him by the hips and spins them both around till it's no longer his ass that's getting jabbed at by the sink.

Steve leans back a bit and grabs hard onto the gross edges of metal, as Billy's hands makes short work of his belt and zipper, to allow way for his harsh hand to force its way into boxers wet with pre cum. And Steve takes a sharp inhale and bites down on his puffy lip to keep his voice under control.

“Can't believe how hard and wet you already are, baby,” Billy's own voice a thing of lewd intentions through flashy teeth, and he wraps his fingers around Steve's intense length. “God, you're so fucking hot. Can't wait to feel you stretched out around my cock.”

“Billy...” Steve whines and brings one hand up to pull at Billy's open shirt till their lips meet again in a feverish heat.

His own tongue is quick to surrender and fall into the slippery rhythm that Billy demands, a dance a bit too quick and uncontrollable, but it matches so well with the crazed movement of calloused fingers on sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Steve,” Billy grunts out all impatient. “Turn around.”

And Steve doesn't need to be told twice; the moment that hand is gone from down his tight trunks, he does just that, spins to then bend over, barely catching himself on the sink as Billy shoves him forward. It takes just as short a moment before his pants and briefs pool around his ankles.

The both of them share no more than two things in their lives: ceaseless impatience, and an incessant craving for the other.

“Do you have lube?” Steve asks and twists to look behind, although there's barely a thing to be seen under the cover of darkness.

“Of course, you never know when you'll need to bang a princess real quick between classes,” the grin in his tone so ardently clear, Steve can perfectly imagine what he looks like.

There's a brief rustling as Billy bends down to rummage through his back pack, and next there's a pop, as the lid to the tube flicks open.

Steve breathes something near a moan, as cold, slick fingers run across his outer rim, and his head falls to hang low. Hips move by themselves as they chase that feeling; icky at first but it all ignites something so wonderfully as one digit presses in to the first knuckle.

“Mmh yes, oh...”

“Yeah?” The broad finger moves deeper and deeper.

“A-ah, fuck, yes!” And Steve pushes onto it till there's no more length to swallow.

Billy crooks and curls around inside that velvety heat, one which he has been craving for weeks, and makes a silent promise never to go that long without hearing these noises again. Oh how Steve croons and sings out sweet little things just from one finger.

And oh how his voice increases as a second digit is added all too soon, but he seems just as eager to envelop it just the same. Pleasant little words becomes rough curses and heated pleas. Although unnecessary, Billy squeezes out more lube onto where he's fingering Steve's hole with a rapid speed, and the sounds of it all now an obscene squelching as he thrusts inside. He did say he wanted Steve to be wet.

“Shit baby, listen to that-” He slams his hand harder and works his strong fingers with all his might, coaxing out a dozen little ah's and fuck's. “-you're so fucking wet and dripping, your ass soaked.”

“Billy,” Steve is keen on crying out.

“You think you're ready for my fat cock?”

He nods swiftly. “Yes, please, I need you inside me so bad, fuck.”

Belt unbuckles, zipper runs down, and Billy grunts all too loudly as he strokes himself with even more lube. “Yeah you do,” his voice like tires on gravel; rough and heady. He throws the bottle to the floor and grabs on to Steve's hip to help guide himself blindly through the black void surrounding them.

With no mercy he bottoms out immediately, and Steve loses the ability to breathe at the stretching sensation of a too-unprepared muscle, tears stinging his cheeks, but still he pushes back till he has devoured every single veiny inch.

“I'm-I'm- ah,” he whimpers out, unable to think past where pain and pleasure mixes so deliciously.

Lube tickles as it runs down his thighs, his trembling dick dripping with pre onto the floor, and barely does he get control of his breathing again before Billy pulls out just to snap back in deep.

“Fuh-ck, Billy!”

There's a chuckle to be heard, like thunder from behind sculpted pecs, and he sets a mean rhythm of slowly moving out then shoving back inside, each slap of skin accompanied by a naughty little cry that mixes “Billy Billy Billy” with “shit fuck oh”, bordering on sobs.

“You like that, pretty boy?” Billy grabs on with both hands to ensure every thrust plunges as far as humanly possible into the mess of Steve's clenching ass. “Like feeling my big cock filling you up?”

“Yes, Billy, ahh, f-faster, please,” Steve moans out and tries to move, to increase the frustratingly slow rhythm, but Billy's fingers dig deeper into his flesh with bruising force. He's going to be all kinds of sore tomorrow, but oh how it's worth the pain then.

“Since you asked so nicely...” Billy growls out and thrusts faster, skin slapping together with such salacious sounds as he buries his throbbing erection in Steve's aching flesh.

Steve bites into his worn lip till it cracks and bleeds in his attempt to not make the entire school aware of their situation. His ever so lonesome prick dangles freely, and although he feels a near primal need to jerk himself to a quick finish, he can undoubtedly cum untouched with just the furious tempo of Billy's own lust.

A hand fists around dark locks, and Steve's head gets yanked back to where Billy bends forward to groan hoarsely into his ear, spewing out filth and biting with all too sharp teeth and his lobe.

“God you're doing so fucking good for me, princess,” his voice raw sex and fucked out, “your pretty little ass so tight around me, sucking me in deep, harrh- taking all of my giant cock, yeah?”

Fingers grip harder at the smooth edges of the sink they're bent over, and Steve turns his head to try and find Billy's lips. “Yeah,” he whines.

Billy's scorching hot tongue licks across Steve's bleeding lip before bringing the metallic taste inside, and he moves across familiar slickness and swallows every single sound that cannot be restrained, no matter how hard Steve tries to be quiet.

“Shit, Steve, I'm close,” the hitch in his voice a clear indication of the truth.

“Mmh- me too, ah-”

“Want me to...”

“N-no! I- fuck-” Steve has to pause to fight back a threateningly loud sound as Billy's steely cock hits just right. He raises himself up on his toes and feels the head hit it again and again and again. “Right there! Billy- I-I-I'm gonna...”

He can feel the grin press against his cheek, and the way Billy speaks urges him closer, “That's so hot, pretty boy, you getting off on just my cock alone, like the slut you are.”

It takes no more than that for it all to flow over, and Steve brings up a hand to cover his mouth as he paints the dirty floor in perfect white, the heat gathered between his legs blowing up and coursing through his entire bloodstream as his body tenses, muscles flexes, eyes rolling back to be blinded by fireworks that only Billy knows how to ignite.

And the brute behind him doesn't stop moving; continues slamming inside with the same continued fervor as he stands back upright. The pleasure quickly drains out, leaving Steve behind to become all too over-stimulated by the way Billy continues hitting that bundle of nerves that has already been pressed for all it's worth.

“Fuck, Billy,” Steve complains and his fingers curled around the metal twitches with the discomfort of being used senseless.

“I know, I know, I'm almost- arh-” Billy reaches up to hook his hand on Steve's shoulder for leverage, and it takes him a handful of erratic thrusts before he chokes down a moan, nails digging into supple flesh as he cums, completely submerged in Steve's fluttering hole, hips twitching till there's no more heat trapped inside.

He grabs on to the sink beneath Steve for support, otherwise they'd both undoubtedly fall down together, and he pants for air, laughs a bit too, albeit rather weakly from exhaustion.

Steve is... happy, content, tired, as he bends down to rest his sweaty forehead against his hands. This has been hell, in its own sense, of having spent most of today with a strangled boner, exhausted from too little sleep, and having been fucked till he's near sore in the most unhygienic room of the entire school. Also there's no doubt that his hair is a mess.

And then the bell fucking rings.

#Harringrove #My Writing #Lemon #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Is there an opposite way of saying #Saved by the bell? #because oh no now they have to hurry up to get to class #and Steve won't be able to sit right for the rest of the day #What happens after this? #Does Billy help him clean up? #Does he just fucking leave immediately with some witty remark? #That's all up to your imagination!!!! #fun right? hahahah #I know what I think ;) #I tried to not use too many visual descriptors here because they are in darkness #so it is all about feeling and hearing #Anonymous #answered #request #prompt

[eeyore101247]

Wow I’m so late babe but there are technically 7 more minutes for me left on Saturday so here we go, maybe a smut with Mob!tom and him eating her out for the first time and she’s insecure because no one’s ever gone down her but he makes it amazing. (Obvi)

You took a deep breath as you patiently waited in bed for Tom. The two of you had gone out to dinner for your anniversary, but he had important mob business he had to take care of before the two of you could continue celebrating.

You squirmed a bit as you looked down at the white lacy lingerie you were wearing. You had secretly gotten it as an anniversary gift, but you just felt ridiculous as you lay there waiting. You knew he would love you no matter what you were wearing, and you felt silly for trying so hard.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the bedroom door opened, pulling the sheets up to hide yourself. Tom soon came into view, his curls messy compared to their usual slicked back appearance. His white shirt was messed up beneath his suit jacket, a grunt leaving his lips as he shut the door.

“Sorry for taking so long princess.” He said softly as he kicked off his dress shoes, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. “Now, I believe we were celebrating our anniversary, yea?”

You gave a small nod, your face flushing as you clutched the sheets to your chest, your heart pounding in your ears. His breath fanned across your face as he leaned down, lips brushing against yours.

“I see you already took your dress off.” He muttered against your lips. You swallowed nervously as you nodded again, pulling the sheets up a bit more. He let out a soft chuckle before capturing your lips with his, slow and soft. You melted beneath him, your grip loosening as your eyes fluttered closed. “I wanna see you.”

Your stomach tightened at his words as you felt him slip his fingers under yours, gently pulling the sheet out of your grip. The cool air danced across your skin as he slowly pulled the sheets away, his eyes darkening as he took in your appearance. You warmed under his gaze, squirming as a pang of arousal shot to your core.

“You look stunning, my love.” He whispered, his chocolate eyes meeting yours as he smiled. “So gorgeous.” He muttered as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours once more. This kiss was needy and passionate as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip. You parted your lips, letting out a moan as his tongue danced with yours. 

Your hands came up to tangle in his curls as the kiss deepened, nails gently scratching at his scalp as your fingers tugged on his hair. He groaned into the kiss, his hands wandering across your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

His lips trailed across your jaw, latching onto the skin beneath your ear as he left his mark, pulling a moan from your lips. You squeezed your thighs together as your arousal grew, an aching need starting to build in your core. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pressing your hips against his as his lips and teeth littered marks across your neck and chest.

“Tom.” You groaned as you pressed up against him, feeling his hardening shaft through the fabric of his slacks.

“Yes darling?” He hummed against your skin, his eyes finding yours. His rested his hands against your thighs, rubbing circles into the soft skin with his thumbs as he waited for your response.

“I-I wanna try something new.” You said softly, your anxiety spiking as you looked back into his lust filled gaze. You’d always been curious, but too nervous and insecure to ask for it, but something about the way Tom treated you made you feel safe enough to ask.

“What is it?” He asked softly, placing feather light kisses along your collar bone. You squirmed under his touch as his hands trailed higher, his hips pressing back against yours.

“I, um... I-I want you to eat me out.” You said softly, your cheeks burning as you quickly hid your face behind your hands. Now that you had said it out loud, you felt ridiculous. There was no way he’d agree to doing something like that with you. You’d probably taste horrible anyways.

You felt his hands leave your thighs, his slender fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling your hands away from your face. His gaze filled your vision, warm and loving as his chocolate eyes looked into yours. You were breathless as you stared into his eyes, close enough to see the small honey specks in the pools of brown. 

“Anything for you, angel.” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He let go of your wrists, his lips trailing back down your neck and across your chest, his fingers sliding under the band of your bra and gently unlatching it. He slide off the lacy fabric, tossing it aside as he admired the view he had seen a hundred times before. You pressed your hips into his, drawing a groan from him as he gently cupped your breasts.

“So fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, peppering your chest in kisses as he kneaded the soft flesh between his fingers. You arched up into his touch, moaning as his tongue flicked across one of your nipples before he pulled it between his lips. You ground your core against his hardened cock, drawing moans from the both of you as the knot in your stomach tightened. His hands firmly grabbed your legs, unwinding them from around his waist and holding them against the bed. 

“Tommy.” You whimpered as you lost all friction against your throbbing core, need for release coursing through your veins.

“’M gonna take good care of you baby girl. Don’t worry.” He muttered against your skin as he trailed open mouthed kisses across your chest and stomach, leaving his mark as he went. He stopped at the hem of your panties, his hungry gaze meeting yours as he took the lacy fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled it down. You whimpered at the sight, your heat throbbing against the cool air. He tossed the undergarment aside as his gaze fell upon your glistening folds, eyes darkening with lust once more.

“You’re so fucking wet, angel. All cause of me?” He asked softly, peppering kisses up your inner thigh. You nodded as you watched him, your anxiety rising as his lips grew closer.

“T-Tommy. A-are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, worrying your lip between your teeth. His gaze softened as he looked up at you, a loving smile gracing his lips as he nodded.

“I want to make my princess feel amazing.” He said softly, his breath fanning across your swollen labia, eliciting a gasp from you. You swallowed nervously and nodded, watching as his eyes focused back on the job at hand. His thumb gently brushed through your folds, a soft moan leaving your lips as he started to swirl your juices around. 

“Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled his thumb back, admiring just how wet you were for him. His eyes met yours as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue slowly swiping through your slit. You gasped at its warmth, hips bucking into his touch. He chuckled softly at your reaction, stopping just before your clit and repeating the action. You squirmed under his tongue as he held your hips down, exploring every inch but never touching where you needed it most. Your clit throbbed, begging for attention as you let out a whine.

“Tommy please.” You begged, your fingers tangling in his soft curls. You tugged at his hair, gasping as he moaned against your heat. Your walls clenched as the knot in your stomach tightened from the vibrations it had caused. 

His tongue moved lazily around your entrance, gently pressing against it but never slipping in as he continued to tease you, slowly bringing you to the edge of release. You whined as the coil grew ever tighter as his tongue slowly pressed in, walls clenching around the warm appendage as it pressed further. 

“Fuck, Tom.” You moaned as you tugged at his curls, gasping and squirming as his groans caused electric shocks of pleasure to travel through your veins. His tongue slowly slid up through your folds once more, flicking against your clit. White hot fire surged through your body as his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

You pressed your thighs against his head, hand burying his face further into his heat as his tongue drew shapes across your clit, sending you careening over the edge into your high. Stars painted themselves behind your eye lids as you cried out his name, his tongue eagerly lapping up your juices.

You slowly relaxed as you came down from your release, letting your hold on him go as your chest heaved. He slowly pulled away, your eyes lazily looking down at him as he smiled. Your juices covered his lips and chin as he slipped off his jacket. He wasted no time as he climbed back over you, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss as he stripped himself of the rest of his clothing. You groaned as he slipped his tongue between your lips, tasting yourself on him as he shifted around above you.

It wasn’t long before you felt him slide inside of you, continuing your night of passion after the mind blowing orgasm he had given you with just his tongue and lips.

AN: I apologize for how long this has taken me to get done, but here it is babe! I hope you loved it! Love you girlie!

Thank you for reading!

~ LoLo *^-^*

#tom holland fanfiction #LoLo Blurbs #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #mob!tom x reader #Mob!Tom #mob!au #mob!tom x Y/N #mob!tom x you #mob!tom holland #tom holland smut

[sunnyie-eve]

4 | Fuck Yeah

Series: Need You (Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OFC)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Sexual Attention  

Part 3

After coming up with a name for the band, I started to feel myself fall asleep on Tommy. "I'm sorry Tommy." I try to keep my eyes open sitting up. "Nah, you're good." He wraps his arm around me pulling me into him and my eyes start to feel heavy again. I quickly wake up to a bottle breaking, causing me to sit up all the way. I noticed that I was laying on the couch covered up with a blanket and my brother was on the chair sound asleep.

"Sorry, I woke you up Mel." Nikki apologizes picking up the broken pieces. "It's fine Nikki... Why haven't you kicked us out yet?" I laugh walking over to him to help out. "While you were passed out on the couch, I told Mick that you two can crash here with me." Nikki smiled pushing me back away from the glass on the floor. "Why don't you go take a shower. I put some of my clean clothes in there in case you wanted to take one." I smile down at him. "Thank you, Nikki." I leave him going to take a shower. Once I was done with my shower I saw that Nikki was done cleaning and probably went to sleep. Back to sleep Mel...

I've been so tired for the past couple of days designing and making the fliers for the band's gig coming up. "Mel, Melissa!" I hear a voice whisper to me trying to wake me up. "Hmm?" I stretch my arms hitting someone in the face. "Fuck my eye." I clearly hear Nikki's voice. "I'm so sorry Nikki." I sit up seeing him hold his hand over his right eye. "It's good, you just poked me in the eye. It's just blurry right now." He moves his hand with his eye still close. "Umm where is..." I noticed that Mick was missing.

"He ran to get more beers for us tonight. Our first gig is tonight, you coming?" He asks and his eye slowly goes back to normal. "Of course silly, I wouldn't miss it." I smile at him and notice how close we were. I look over at the time and move away. "I'm going to be late!" I find my clothes running to the bathroom to change. "Late for what?" Nikki asks, walking towards the bathroom. I open the door to see him right there. "Work, you know like regular people. Soon to be Big Rockstar." I push him back leaving the apartment.

"How was your few days off?" Dottie asks as I come in to work. "Not as much relaxing as I hope for. I've been making fliers for the bands gig tonight for days. I wanted it to look good so people would show up. They have a lot of talent and people need to see and hear it." I rub my head. "Well it's not a busy day today so you are okay." She smiles walking off from me. Halfway through my shift I see two tall asses take a seat in my section. "Don't you two have to practice for later?" I walk up to their table. "We're already good." Nikki smiles up at me. "I got your drink. Tommy?" I ask him and he says what Nikki is having.

"Who's the hotties?" A co worker Stacey bites her lip looking over at the guys. "Tommy and Nikki. My brother is in a band with them." I say grabbing two Cokes and Jacks then walk back to the table. "Thank you, can I get toast with bacon?" Tommy gets up heading to the bathroom. "Nikki?" I ask him. "Just your company." I let out a giggle, "Well that has to wait till I'm off. I have other customers to wait on." I leave going to get Tommy's food. Once they were finished they said they'll see me later.

~

Before meeting the guys at their gig, I stopped by the apartment to change clothes. "Sorry, I stopped by the apartment!" I walk into the dressing room and Nikki and Tommy but my brother stops to look at me. "Mel, you're a girl." Nikki says, making me laugh. "Yeah, I'm a girl. What do you need?" I ask walking over to him and he points at himself. "Fix me up!" He begs me and I start to work on him. I fix his hair for him and help put on little stage makeup. "There you go Rockstar." I smile at him in the mirror. "Yeah, that's gnarly, Dude." Tommy comes to take a look.

"Man, my girlfriend spent, like, 800 bucks on these leather pants." Vince comes in squatting in them "You like them?" He asks us. "They're cool, bro." Tommy was the only one to say something. "You say everything's cool, Drummer." Mick says and I nod my head moving away from Nikki as he gives Vince the bottle. "So you think there's gonna be anybody out there tonight?" Vince asks. "We put up enough fliers. I hope so." Nikki tells him messing with his hair more. "I hope so too because those damn things took a lot of time to design." I grab the bottle and take a drink from it.

When it was time for the show to begin, I went out on the floor on Nikki's side giving them thumbs up. "All right! We're Mötley Crüe!" Vince shouts and Tommy accidentally made part of his drums fall and everyone started to laugh. "You got it Tommy!" I yell for him to cheer him up some. The guys started to play but this one asshole had to go on making fun of Vince, which started a small fight. Instead of me just watching, I even jump in to help them out. I grab a bottle and smash it over the guy who started it and punched Vince.

"Thanks Melissa." He says as Nikki helps him up and we all stand together. It was all silence for a solid minute before a guy yelled. "Fuck, Yeah, Mötley Crüe!" Making everyone applaud with him. "Get up there idiots." I hit them and they jump on stage getting in positions. The crowd rushes closer to the stage and a girl kind of shoves me but I didn't really care. I was already closer than they were. The guys started playing again and I could tell they were happy. Nikki smiles right at me, making me scream for them.

After the show everyone talked about them which immediately got them another booked gig. We all head back to Nikki's place to celebrate their first gig that went well. Since I wasn't a huge drinker compared to them, that left me to babysit them. When it was getting way late it wasn't hard to get my brother to sleep, all I had to do was try having a conversation with him. Then Vince was just a little tougher than my brother. I had to pry the alcohol bottle from his hands tiring him out playing tug a war.

Tommy and Nikki on the other hand, were a whole other story. Those two fuckers were pissing me off as if I was watching two five year old's. "Tommy, Just come here!" I whispered yelled for him as he skipped around the room, almost tripping over Vince multiple times. "Nikki you too!" I chased him around the room too. "Nope. I want to drink more... Here have Tommy!" He says, making Tommy fall to the ground and I run over to him. I take the bottle from him and lay across his chest. "Sleep you fucking animal." I say running my hand through his hair which makes him fall into a deep sleep. "Night angel." He smiled then was out.

"Oh Fuck, that leaves me." Nikki says looking for a place to run. "Nikki, give up will you?" I get off of Tommy making my way over to Nikki. "Where's the fun in that Mel?" He makes a run for his room and I follow closely behind. I take a big leap jumping on his back making him fall on his bed. "NO!" He gets me off him trying to get off his bed, but I pull him back to lay down. Fuck it! I straddle him pinning his arms down on his bed. "I like how you're not even asking for it baby." Nikki smirks at me, confusing me for a brief moment before I realize the position we were in. "No, Nikki. I just want you to go to sleep." I say in a serious tone not wanting to play.

"I'm not tired though... But I know what will make me and you tired." He smirks slowly grinding against me making me nervous but I laugh it off. "I'm already tired, thank you though." I get off him rather quickly, only to be pulled back to lay next to him. "Stay in here tonight." He whispers in my ear, sending chills throughout my body. "Fine, if it makes you go to sleep. Just stay on your side of the bed or I will kill you." I slap his hands away from me and he chuckles rolling over. I don't know if I can do this forever....

Part 5

#tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx #motley crue #the dirt #colson baker #douglas booth #daniel webber #iwan rheon #mgk!tommy lee #douglas!nikki

[mysilkyundies]

One from the best little nanny in the world​

​part 2:

And Nanny was bending him over and smacking Harry's naughty bottom.

​"If you do not want to play properly I will not show you these things. I will get dressed and we will go back to you two kissing." Nanny said strictly.

​"I will play properly." Harry said quickly, afraid she would get dressed again.

​"Me too. I'm a girl." Tom said just as quick.

​"Well you better remember that Tom as I am going to teach you both about oral sex. Sucking." Nanny said. "But you will have to start us off."

​"How ?" Tom asked.

​"Just like kissing. You start by doing a little bit as you are the girl and then I show you properly." Nanny said. "Give you big brother's cock some licks to make it hard."

​"But it hard already." Tom giggled.

​"No more kisses for Tom." Nanny said.

​Tom did not want that. He so did not want that. He liked his kisses with Nanny. He knelt and started to lick his brother's cock.

​"Now the head. That is very sensitive. Lick that." Nanny told him and Tom did. "Now just pop your mouth over it. Just for a little bit and after that I will show you how it is done properly."

​Tom did not really want to put his big brother's cock in his mouth but if he did not he would get no more kisses and Nanny would not show them how cocks get sucked. He popped his mouth over it and sucked for a few seconds and then took his mouth away.

​And Nanny was kneeling next to him and kissing him, her hand sliding up his skirt and down his panties and her greasy finger in his bum as usual.

​"Good boy. I am very proud of you." Nanny told him and kissed him on the forehead. "Now watch and I will give Harry's cock a little suck."

​Nanny moved in front of Harry, still on her knees and put her mouth over his cock licking and sucking. And Harry was gasping and groaning at the new sensations on his cock. He gave a thrust in that lovely warm wet mouth but that only prompted Nanny to take her mouth from his cock.

​"Not fair." Tom said bravely. "He gets it and I don't."

​"You will get your turn. Later Harry will be the girl and we will show you." Nanny said. "I suppose . . . no you would not want to do that."

​"Do what ?" Tom asked.

​"Well I could show you now but then you would have to show me what you had learnt and do it on your brother. Do it properly." Nanny said.

​"If I do that, you will suck my willy, just like you did with Harry ?" Tom asked and Nanny nodded.

​And Tommy wanted that so badly. Nanny, his beautiful Nanny sucking on his little willy.

​"I will do it. I will do it so well." Tom said firmly.

​"Well you have to suck then move your mouth up and down his penis and lick the underside as well. Lick anything you can to make it better for him. Here I will show you." Nanny said and pulled down his red panties.

​She put her mouth over his little cock and slid a finger in his bottom and then sucked and licked. Unable to cope with all the pleasure she was giving him he was quickly thrusting his cock in her mouth and then sighed as her mouth left his cock. He understood he wasn't allowed to thrust. He had seen what had happened with Harry.

​"Of course a finger does make it more enjoyable to the boy getting sucked." Nanny said. "And once we have finished this there are other things to learn."

​Other things to learn. Maybe these would be enjoyable for the girl, Tom thought and put his mouth over his brother's cock, licking and sucking as best he could. And then sliding a finger up his big brother's bottom to help him.

​Harry was very excited still after Nanny's sucking of his cock. He was all too ready for his little brother to do it. He was not quite as good as Nanny but he did not need to be. Harry was so excited. And when the finger was sliding up his bottom he thrust hard and was cumming in his brother's mouth.

​"Ugh. Got a mouthful of yuck." Tom said disgusted.

​"All of our bodily fluids could be called yuck." Nanny said. "But it seems you do want to play any more so it will just me and Harry."

​"Did not say that. Was just a bit of a surprise." Tom said, still desperate to play.

​"Well I suppose so." Nanny said begrudgingly. "We do need a female. Now a kiss for who can tell me how to get a woman excited."

​They both looked blank.

​"You have to lick out her vagina." Nanny said. "I would take off my panties and let you try it but that is too much. And each time before we have practised on you tow first."

​"We want that." Harry said, almost salivating.

​"Well the closest thing on Tom would be his anus." Nanny said. "Maybe its best if I keep my panties on. We are going far too fast. We should go back to kissing."

​"Um . . . you will take off you panties and show us your . . . if I lick him." Harry said hesitantly.

​"Well of course. You have to see my vagina for that. Right up close. And lick it too and make me . . . what is a word you would understand . . . horny. You would make me horny." Nanny said. "This is after all how you prepare a woman for sex."

​Harry wanted Nanny to be horny. He wanted her ready and willing to have sex. As soon as possible.

​He lay his brother down and pulled his panties out of the way.

​"Lick around first and then good and deep. No faking it or we are back to kissing and me with my clothes on." Harry heard Nanny say.

​He licked around his little brother's anus, trying not to smell. Trying to concentrate in the licking and then he thought of seeing Nanny's pussy and he slid his tongue up deeply into his brother's arsehole. Slid it deep and licked around. He could hear a moan escape from his brother and then another. Then he had enough and he slid his tongue out. Nanny gave him some mouthwash and a mug. He rinsed his mouth and spat into the mug, three times.

​"Now did you hear the girl moaning. She was loving it." Nanny said and Harry looked at tom.

​Tom had a huge smile on his face, still laying there panties down. Harry had not liked what he done but he saw it had brought huge enjoyment to his little brother.

​Both now watched amazed, awed, in shock as Nanny slid off her panties to reveal a small patch of dark thatched pubes. Then she sat in the chair and spread her legs. For the first time ever they both saw a woman's cunt.

​"Well if you don't want to lick it Harry, you don't have to." Nanny said with a smile.

​But Harry did and he knelt between her legs and licked. First at the puffy lips and then inside. This he did not mind. These juices tasted good. He licked and lapped happily, his brother watching, hardly believing this was all happening.

​"Push you face right against it." Said Nanny starting to moan. "Lick deep. The more you do it the more sexually excited I will become. Who knows what will happen if you do a really good job."

​Harry licked and lapped as happy as a sand-boy. If he wanted his cock inside this pussy he would have to do an exceptional job. He licked until his tongue was getting tired but her moaning was getting louder and louder and then she mashed her cunt against his face and bucked and cried out.

​"Very good job Harry." She said as she started to recover from her orgasm.

​"I want to try it as well." Tom said, always wanting to do anything his brother did and especially now, with Nanny.

​"Your turn comes later Tom." Nanny said. "Harry had to lick up your bottom to get this. I suppose . . . no. Better wait until later."

​"What ?" Tom said sensing a possibility in her tone.

​"Well if you licked my anus first I suppose I could let you try." Nanny said as if in thought. "But you would really have to lick up there. No half measures."

​"I will do it." Tom said happily, after all it could not be so bad, Harry had licked up there on him.

​Nanny pushed her bottom higher on the chair and both boys saw her tiny brown starfish of an anus. Tom knelt between her legs and then went straight to it, pushing his tongue right up her brown hole. She gave a little cry of pleasure as soon as his tongue was in. Tom was finding this was not as pleasant as he was expecting. From the receiving end it was wonderful but licking it was not so nice.

​But a randy Nanny would let them do more and more to his way of thinking so he licked and licked. His big brother helped him by pushing his face right against Nanny's bottom so he could get his tongue deeper in.

​"Oh my good little boy, keep it up for a little longer and you can have kisses after licking out my cunt." Cried out Nanny and so Tom licked harder and deeper.

​And then he felt his head being moved and he was facing her pussy then licking that. Oh this tasted so much better. This was like honey compared to what he had just tasted. And he was lapping away like a happy little cunt licker.

​"Oh my, you two are giving Nanny so much pleasure. Make me orgasm and we might try sex next." Nanny moaned.

​And Tom redoubled his efforts pushing his face firm against her pussy and licking wildly hearing her moan and moan and then she was bucking on his face. He knew his job was done. Now they would learn about sex.

​"Well I did promise you." Nanny said as if unhappy with the way things were turning out. "But we will do it as we always have done. First you two will try with Tom as the girl. Harry will put his penis in just a little to find out what it feels like."

​"Then ?" Asked Harry.

​"Then you will give three thrusts up me to find out how it truly feels." Nanny told them. "Don't look so disappointed. The night has only just started and those three thrusts will be the best thing you have ever done in your life."

​And they believed her. Everything that had happened tonight had been good and it felt like so much more was to come. Tom even forgot he supposed to get kisses from Nanny. He would probably get to thrust his cock up her too. If not now then later.

​"Now you will lay the girl on the back. As this is just a trial part you do not need to lick her out again yet. You lay over her Harry and kiss her. When she responds to your kisses you put you cock slightly in her." Nanny said. "And then you get to try me."

​"Who is the girl ?" Tom said and then realised. "Oh no, that is gay."

​"Ah well. You better get back to your rooms. And I should put some clothes on wandering around in just my bra." Nanny said.

​"What would we have to do to get you to take that off ?" Tom asked and received four smacks to his bottom for being cheeky.

​"You are not interested remember." Nanny said severely. "It does seem silly to wear just this and my stockings and suspenders. Of course if you were playing this properly I would be nude. But you would be taking three thrusts up you too."

​"I will do it." Tom said without thinking.

​"Oh no you don't get me that way." Nanny said. "You go first."

​Tom nodded and his big brother laid him down and pulled off his panties. Then Harry lay over him and started to kiss Tom and his little brother kissed back passionately. Tom felt his something touch his anus and then push inside, the greasy substance helping. Then he gasped as realised his brother's cock was up his bum. Just a bit but it was there.

​"Now three good thrusts." Nanny said. "Or I keep my bra on."

​Tom gasped again as his brother thrust his cock up his bum and then let out a moan and then another. By the third thrust he was moaning all the time. It was not too bad, like a finger up the bum but bigger. It might even be considered nice.

​But then he saw Nanny was naked and sitting in the chair, her legs wide. He saw his brother go to her and saw his brother's bottom moved forward fast, once, twice, three times and then Harry moved away.

​Harry now knew what Nanny had said to be true. Those three thrusts up that hot wet pussy had been the best thing to ever happen to him.

​"Oh my. I am dizzy. That was so good. It was like magic." He muttered and sat down in one of the chairs.

​"I wanna try." Tom said.

​"You wait your turn. You are supposed to be the girl. I could not let you do that dressed as a girl." Nanny said and then laughed. "Well I could but that would be so wrong."

​"What would I have to do ?" Tom asked.

​He had always managed to wangle a deal out of Nanny so far and he did want to bonk her pussy so much.

​"Well I suppose if you were the girl properly for him then I would let you do it now." Nanny said. "But no half measures, no three thrusts this time. You would have to make it good for him, make him want to cum up you. In fact if he came up you then you could have 5 thrusts up me."

​"I will do it." Tom said without thinking.

​"Make her . . . randy Harry. You know how." Nanny said. "It will make me randy too watching you two."

​And both saw her dip a finger in her pussy. To their eyes it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened on this world.

​"Watch me as you as you fuck her but get her in the mood first." Nanny told Harry.

​Harry went to his brother and lifted his legs wide and pushed his tongue up Tom's anus. Pushing it hard and deep, hearing Tom's moans. When the moans got continuous he lay over Tom and slid his cock inside of him. And as he fucked his brother's arse he watched Nanny finger her pussy . . .

​Tom was looking too and it was if all the erotic things had happened in one hit and he was moaning and moaning as his brother fucked his bum. Moaning and loving it. Even when Harry seemed to lose control and started to fuck his bum hard he was still loving it, wanting more.

​And then he was pushing his bum towards his brother's cock and he felt a throbbing in his bottom. Then stronger, a huge pulsating throbbing and then hot spunk in his bottom and that felt good too.

​As he got up he noticed his cock was soft but he grabbed it and stared as Nanny fingered herself and it was hard again. His turn. Five whole thrusts for being a good boy and letting his brother fuck him and cum up his bum.

​And he saw Nanny pull her finger out of her pussy and beckon him over.

​"Do it slowly. You will enjoy it more that way." Nanny told him.

​And as he thrust into her wet pussy he knew it had all been worth it. After all he had got some pleasure out of letting his brother fuck him. And now he fucking Nanny, well five glorious slow thrusts.

​"I will let him do me a little bit for five thrusts like he is getting." He heard his big brother, Harry call out as he finished his fifth wonderful thrust.

​And then his head swimming with erotic thoughts he sat on the floor and giggled.

​"Oh no Harry." He heard Nanny say to his brother. "A little bit would only get one thrust. You have had your share. You be the girl and let your brother finish up you then you get what he has just had. A trip to Nirvana."

​Harry did not know where Nirvana was but it sounded a lot like heaven to him. And he did have to be the girl at some point. This way he would get a huge reward for it.

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