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heelmcmahon · 4 years

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Ring Games ♛ Adam Cole

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warnings: just smut lol

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- The daughter of Shawn Michaels, Y/N, is a wrestler in NXT. She currently feuds with NXT women's champion, Shayna Baszler in a storyline. Her good friend, Finn Balor is the #1 contender for the NXT championship, currently held by Adam Cole. A mixed tag match has been set up for NXT Takeover: Atlanta, winner takes all, no DQ with both titles on the line.

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You do your final stretches before having to walk down the ramp to the ring. This would be the biggest match of your WWE career thus far. You and your tag partner for the night, Finn Balor were hoping to win your respective titles in a hard fought match in the main event. This would be his 3rd title reign and your 2nd. You previously held the title for 89 days before losing it to Shayna Baszler in a ladder match. Your rematch had finally arrived.

You feel a hand on your shoulder whilst shaking off any nerves you may have. You turn your head to see one of your opponents for the night, Adam Cole. Adam was never really a friendly guy to you. He loved to tease you and make sarcastic jokes and snarky comments. There wasn't really any bad blood, he's just an annoying guy to be around. Also, everyone knew how much of a flirt he was. You couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of tension between the two of you. He knew it too. You two are always flirting with each other, you more subtle than him. Your most common form of flirtatiousness was nicknames.

"Hey, Michaels. Don't wine too much when you come up short tonight, it's not easy facing a guy like Adam Cole Bay Bay.", he says. Your ring name is Melody Michaels, after your dad, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. It was hard at first to make a name for yourself in this business without being compared to your dad all the time, but soon you realized you could embrace it and be your own person at the same time. You take a lot of inspiration from him with your moveset. Hopefully tonight will really take your career to the next level.

"Sure, Cole. I'll do my best, just for you." you replied back with a fake smile so he clearly knew you were being sarcastic.

"This outfit you've put together tonight is really something different. I've never seen you wear something like it." He's clearly checking you out since you catch his eyes on your thighs. He was right though. Tonight you had new gear made for the special occasion of main eventing Takeover. You wear a dark purple set. It consists of a top that cuts off a little bit below your boobs with thick straps that cross across your back like an X. The top is sparkly and is lined with rhinestones. The bottoms are high waisted and reach just under your butt. They are super tight and lift a little above your thighs on the sides. They are also coated in glitter and lined with rhinestones. You wear your normal black fishnet tights, black knee pads, and your wrestling boots. You also decide to do your makeup a little heavier than usual. Nothing too extreme but still flawless and noticeable. You're also wearing your signature black leather jacket with a broken heart on the back to carry the legacy of your father. Your hair is curled and hangs low to the middle of your back.

"Yeah well I want to look good when Finn and I win our titles back". You don't look at him when you respond; you stay focussed on your warmup.

"Whatever you say, babe. I'll see you in the ring then." He walks past you but not before sending a wink your way. You simply roll your eyes and dismiss it.

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"And his tag team partner, from Chandler, Arizona: Melody Michaels!" The crowd roars as your name is announced and theme song plays. Finn stands by the end of the ramp waiting for you. You share a quick look, nod to each other, and then proceed to the ring. Shayna and Adam stand in the back corner of the ring eyeing you down. Finn walks up the stairs and holds the ropes open for you. You step in and walk with confidence to the front of the ring, facing the hard camera. You hold your arms out and yell words to pump up you and the crowd. You do the same for the right side of the ring and then turn your back to the camera to acknowledge the fans behind you. Finn waits in the ring for you to finish your entrance while Shayna looks around at the crowd with an annoyed face as they chant your name. Adam however can't keep his eyes off you. He has a sly smirk on his face. Your music dies down and you go stand next to Finn, across from Adam and Shayna.

"The following contest is a Mixed Gender Tag Team Winner Take All Extreme Rules Match! And it is for the NXT Women's Championship and the NXT Championship! Introducing first: the challengers. Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!

You and Finn step forward and acknowledge the fans cheering for you. You turn your head to yell in your opponents faces. "Better say goodbye to your title reigns because those championships are coming back to where they belong." Shayna simply rolls her eyes but Adam responds. "Not a chance, babe. Now backup and let the champs get introduced." He says.

You take a step back and think about his words. He is such a flirty jerk, but you couldn't help but feel butterflies when he called you babe this time around.

When Alicia Taylor introduces Adam and Shayna, you watch Adam take a few steps forward and yell at the crowd. Shayna does her signature "Queen of Spades" pose. They turn back around and hold their titles up to the ref. Adam sends you another quick wink, but before you can process it, the bell is rung.

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You're about 15 minutes into the match. Finn and Adam lay outside the ring trying to regain some strength after they both went through tables. You and Shayna fight in the ring. You hit her with a fisherman suplex and go for the pin. She kicks out at 2. Before she can get back up, you grab her and put her in her own submission, the Kirifouda Clutch. She is slowly fading, but she reversed it and somehow gets your shoulders pinned to the mat. You also kick out at 2. You both get back to your feet. She charges at you and you use her momentum to send her over the top rope. Shayna now stands on the apron. You run to the ropes to gain momentum and spear her through the middle rope. She hits the floor hard. You throw your hands up and taunt to the crowd. However, when you turn back around, Adam Cole stands in the ring.

"What is it, Cole? Are you gonna punch me?" You ask in a fake pouty voice with a puppy dog lip. You hold your hands around your back in an innocent way.

"I could never hit you, babe. You know that." he says looking down at you.

You find a wave of confidence come over you as the crowd cheers. You respond, "Well, what is it that you want, handsome?" Your hand now rest on Adam's bare chest as you get a little closer to him. His face shows that he is surprised by the nickname you've given him.

"Come on now, Michaels, you know what I want." He takes a step closer to you with a seductive look on his face. Now it's his turn to place his hands on your body. He rests them low on your waist.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Finn start to make it to his feet again. You play along with Adam while you see Finn slide into the ring. You also take a step closer to Adam and lift your head up a bit (if it's even possible to get closer). Your mouths are just inches away from touching.

"I'm not sure I do, Cole. But I do know one thing, maybe you should turn around."

He looks confused as he turns around. You get out of the way so Finn can hit Adam with a sling blade. Adam lays on the ground and you look down at him, "Sorry, handsome, I guess that's just what happens when you aren't paying attention." You send him a wink.

Finally, Finn Balor climbs to the top rope and hits Adam with the Coup de Grace. Before he goes for the pin, you see Shayna get back in the ring. With your quick thinking, you tune up the band and kick her square in the face with some Sweet Chin Music. You and Finn both go for the cover on your opponents.

3! The bell rings.

"Here are your winners, and new NXT Women's Champion and NXT Champion: Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!"

The crowd is going crazy. You pull Finn in for a hug and then clink your titles together in a celebratory fashion. Shayna looks beyond pissed. Adam on the other hand, has a look of pure anger, but yet a look of lust is written on his face. You blow him a kiss and display a smirk as you and Finn exit the ring. You walk up the ramp with your backs to the titantron as Adam Cole is still staring you down.

You and Finn walk through the curtain and arrive backstage. You two are greeted with hugs, congratulations, water bottles, and towels. You place your titles down on a road case.

"I had such a great time tagging with you tonight, Y/N", Finn says, "Hopefully we'll get another mixed tag match soon."

"I couldn't agree more, Finn! You seriously killed it out there. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?" you say.

"You know it. See ya then, Y/N". He gives you a long hug and walks towards the men's locker room.

It isn't long before Adam and Shayna come through the curtain. Shayna shakes your hand and you two have a quick and casual conversation about the match and working together. Then, Adam walks your way. With no warning at all, he grabs your hand pulls you out of gorilla. He drags you through the halls of the arena until you reach his private locker room that he shares with the rest of the Undisputed Era. The room is empty since the Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy left after their matches earlier in the show.

Adam pulls you into the room and quickly shuts the door. He wastes no time before pushing you up against the wall. His left hand is placed on your lower back, pulling you close to him so your lower halves are touching. His right hand is next to your head, resting on the wall. Your faces are extremely close together, but there is still a few inches in between you.

"What the hell was that out there? Huh? Explain to me what that was all about?" Adam says, clearly extremely annoyed.

You decide to act dumb and play innocent. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, babe." You stare into his blazing blue eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N. You distracted me in the ring and I lost my title because of it. So, now you're gonna pay for it." Adam has an intense and serious look on his face but his eyes long with lust.

You reply to him, your faces now closer than ever. Your hands roam Adam's chest and slide over every part of his abs, quickly looking down at them. "Oh? I'm gonna pay for it? How so?" You look up at him again.

"We are going back to my hotel room and I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name loud for everyone to hear." He says.

You answer simply. "I'll meet you at your car in 10." Your hands slide down Adam's arms and you pull away from him, exiting the room, but not before winking at him for the millionth time tonight.

You walk to the women's locker room. You strip out of your sweaty ring gear and put on your casual everyday clothes. You wear a pair of leggings, a cropped yellow top, with white shoes. You pair it with your WWE PC jacket since it is a bit chilly tonight. You grab your large bag and carry it out to the parking lot.

The walk to Adam's car was much easier than you thought it would be. You spot him leaning on the driver door. He looks up from his phone and sees you coming, so he hops into the driver's seat.

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The car ride back to the hotel was only about 4 minutes. It was silent, but not awkward. You could not wait to get inside and let Adam see and touch every part of your body.

When Adam pulls up to the hotel, you both grab all of your items, walk in, and check in. You walk up to a desk and Adam talks to the lady at the desk next to you. Somehow he finishes checking in before you and walks over to the desk you're being helped at.

"You can just cancel her room", he tells the front desk lady helping you, "she's gonna stay with me tonight," he tell the woman. You shoot him a very knowing look. The front desk lady looks at you and says, "You don't need this room?". You look up at Adam and he's looking down at you. His face looks so serious and stern. He simply states to you, "You don't need that room, Y/N." You look back to the lady at the desk and say, "Sorry, I won't be needing a room tonight." She looks down at her computer screen pushing some buttons. Before she gets the chance to look back up, you are pulled by the arm to the nearest elevator.

Before you can even say one word to Adam about that whole front desk show he just put on, his lips are planted on yours. You hear a ding, signaling that the elevator doors are closing.

With no thinking at all, you kiss him back. Your back is pressed to a wall in the elevator. Adam's hands are set low on your back. You have one on his chest and one in his hair. The kiss is so passionate and full of desire. You both want more. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You allow him to deepen the kiss. When he does, a soft sound escapes your lips. This makes Adam crazy. He removes his left hand and places it on your butt. Eventually, his hand rises from your butt to your waist. He plays with the hem of your cropped tank top signaling that he wants it off. Before the kiss can escalate anymore, the elevator doors open. Both of you break the kiss, quickly gather your bags, and move as fast as you can to Adam's hotel room, which apparently you were staying in tonight.

Adam opens the door and you both enter. He pulls you to the bed and pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly crawls over you, his hand roaming your body the whole time. Finally, Adam says something, "You're gonna do whatever I say. The only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is my name. Do you understand?" His voice is very stern. You nod with fake innocence written all over your face, excited for what's to come.

"Good girl." Adam's mouth attacks yours again. His hair drapes over your face like a curtain. His hand reaches for your shirt again. This time, he pulls it off your body. Adam breaks the kiss to pull your leggings and panties off in one go, as you remove your bra. Adam stands up and removes his clothing as well. When he lays back down, you climb on top.

Another strong and sloppy kiss begins. This time Adam shows dominance as he attacks your neck and shoulders instead of your mouth. You let moans escape your mouth. Your fingers are laced in Adam's long hair. Shortly later, Adam gives you a command. "On your back, now."

You remove yourself from Adam's grasp and lay down on the bed. Adam takes in the sight of your naked body. "Damn, babe. I've been waiting for this moment for so long" Adam says. You let out a slight giggle.

Next, Adam gives you no warning and slide one finger deep into your soaking wet pussy. You groan loudly, not expecting the sudden pleasure. Adam seems satisfied with your reaction. He slides in another finger, pumping in out out. Now you're really a moaning mess. Adam takes your vocalness as a sign to add another finger. He slides in and out of your body at a rapid pace. You yell out, "Oh god! Adam! Please!" When Adam feels that you are getting close to your climax, he pulls his fingers out of you. "Good girls get to come, you cost me my title. This isn't going to be easy for you, babe." Adam says to you. You try to catch your breath as ecstasy almost washes over you. You close your legs and wine a bit, not getting the full feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

Adam harshly opens your legs back up. Once again with no warning at all, he slams his cock into you. Now you really scream out. Feeling embarrassed, you drape your arm over your moth in an attempt to keep quiet. Adam notices this and pins your arms on the bed on each side of your head. "Not today, babe, I want you to scream my name so everyone in the building knows who's giving you the best sex of your life."

And with that, Adam picks up the pace. He slams into your body over and over and over, watching you every step of the way. Skin slapping and the bed creaking fills the room. The sounds that escape your mouth make Adam thrust even harder. Suddenly, he rams hard into your g-spot.

"Oh my fucking god! Adam! Don't stop! Oh god!" You moan in pleasure.

"That's right, baby, yell my name. Scream it." Adam lowly groans out.

"Adam, I'm gonna come," you say.

"Not until I hear you screaming my name." Adam says. He thrusts even harder than before, slamming every time directly into your g-spot. Except now, his thumbs plays around with your clit.

"Adam! Adam! Oh my fuck- Adam! Shit!" You finally scream out. Your vision is quickly taken away as your eyes are tightly shut. The ecstasy and pleasure washing over you right now in this moment is unlike any other sex you've had before.

Adam finally allows you to release, "That's right, baby, fuckin' scream it." He releases shortly after into your pussy. You both ride out your orgasms as Adam thrusts slowly and deeply into your body.

Adam lays on the bed next to you as you both catch your breath.

"Fucking shit, Adam," you say.

He laughs quietly and replies, "I hope you're ready for round 2, tonight isn't gonna be easy for you."

And with that, the rest of the night was spent fucking until daylight. As the night went on, Adam became more and more aggressive. You seriously didn't know if you would be able to walk at all tomorrow. But that's tomorrow's problem, right now you're just focussed on Adam... and will be all night.

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Family Pride or Clan Trevor

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and very smutty content.

Summary: Rod and Kirby talk more about what a potential future together might look like and Rod meets the rest of the Trevor Clan.

Kirby's POV:

The rest of the day was quiet, too quiet, almost as if Roddy was planning something for the get-together tomorrow. The morning of the Twenty-Ninth was quiet still, then we had to leave to go to the get together, we got in my dad's Vauxhall Firenza and I zoned out until we reached the community centre and parked in the overflow parking lot.

I spotted two of my cousins walking over, the identical twins, Mona and Meredith, with their husbands and kids not to far behind them.

"Su’mae"

"Su’mae" They repeated, in unison.

My skin crawled as I recalled all the times over the years that the twins had spooked me.

"Beth ydy eich enw chi?" Mona attempted to ask Roddy.

"Mon, he doesn't speak Welsh, this is Roddy. Rod, this is Mona and Meredith."

"Hi Ladies, I'm Rod, Kirby's boyfriend."

"Cariad?" Meredith looked up at me, my face unmasked showing flushed cheeks, "Cawsoch chi'ch hun yn gariad?"

"Aye."

"Llongyfarchiadau!"

"Thank you, Meredith, How're the kids?"

"Oh, They're fine."

"You speak English?" Rod asked, incredulous.

"Of course we do." The twins answered in unison.

Rod shot me a concerned look, I gave him a knowing but still somewhat scared look in return.

We walked into the centre and I immediately saw the 'welcome home' banner and I couldn't stop the rush of emotions and Rod noticed the change in me, seeing the softer and much more hidden side of me, the part of me that never wanted to leave my homeland for the USA. I rushed outside, sitting on the bench next to the door, Roddy following quickly behind me.

"Woah, woah. Are ya alright, baby?"

"I'm fine, just a little light-headed is all."

"Don't you go lying ta me."

"I'm just a little emotional, Rod, it's been a while since I was here and I haven't seen half of my family for much longer than that."

My cousins Pat and Rod came up to the bench.

"Hey Kirby, new fella."

"Hey Patrick, Roderick. Uhh, boys, this is my boyfriend, Roddy. Roddy, my cousins, Patrick and Roderick."

"So," Pat started, "When's the wedding?"

"What are ya talkin' about," Rod (My cousin, Roderick) added, "There's got to be an engagement party before a weddin, Paddy."

"I know Roddy, but then there's also the Hen and Stag Do's, too."

"So, How long you two been dating?"

"Not long enough for you two to be making those jokes." I chided

"Okay, we'll leave you two to your business."

They scarpered off quite quickly after that, leaving me and Roddy (Piper) alone for a while.

"Those two are weird."

"Rod, they're family, of course they're weird."

"They raise a fair point though."

"What do you mean?!" I shot him a confused look

"Well, when would our wedding be?"

"That depends."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, knowing your 'appetite' it depends on if you y'know put me 'up the duff' so to speak, before or after the end of the year."

"Well, if I get you 'knocked up' before the end of the year, you'd marry me at the start f next year?"

"Exactly."

"What if I get you 'knocked up' before the end of next month?" he teased

"Roddy, don't tease me, boyo."

"Oh come on, we'll sneak back to ya Da's Firenza, get in the back, shack up and-"

I covered Rod's mouth with my hand, "Don't be a fuckwit, Roderick," I let him speak again.

"I'm not being a 'fuckwit', I'm suggesting," he placed his hand on my thigh, close to my knee, slowly moving his hand closer to my groin, "We go, shack up, fly back before the second of Feb, if I get you pregnant, then we'll get married sooner rather than later, if I don't then we'll try again."

"Rod, I'm twenty-nine."

"So am I, until April seventeenth. Why? When are you suggesting I get ya 'Knocked up'?"

"I dunno, when I'm thirty, or in my thirties. Not now."

"So, next year. I think I can wait until then," He then whispered something to himself that I could barely hear, "If I don't get blue balls and die."

"Roddy!"

"Ya heard that, didn't ya."

"Rod, I, you, ugh."

"C'mere baby." He pulled me closer, one hand on my thigh and the other cupping my cheek, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, "I love ya baby, I would wait an eternity to have a family with you," He pulled me back into a longer and more passionate kiss, pulling away when we both needed to breathe.

"I love you, Piper."

"Do you want me to marry ya, before we have kids?"

"Preferably, I don't want you to leave me."

"I'd never leave ya, never, not me."

"Yeah, like you're Prince fucking Arthur."

"That would make you my Guinevere."

"I'm nothing like Guinevere."

The rest of the evening was quite quiet, a family meal at a local restaurant, resulting in a drunken Roddy and me getting somewhat tipsy. Safe to say, my Da did not enjoy driving us back to the house. But I had sobered up somewhat by the time we were in bed for the night, Rod not so much.

"Oh, baby, let me make love to ya."

"Rod, shush."

"But we could be havin' so much fun."

"Roddy, get some rest or you'll hate yourself in the morning."

"But I just wanna kiss ya, and hug ya, and stuff ya pretty little maw wit ma co-"

"Roderick. Shut up."

"Fine, fine. I'll get some sleep, ya bi-"

I pulled him into a rough and passionate kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth before pulling away and shifting positions to straddle his lap.

"ya big sexy beast, c'mere."

He pulled me down into another rough but passionate kiss, using his free hand to grind my grin against his, making sure that I can feel the heat rising from his crotch, barely covered by his briefs, grinding against my own barely clothed frame. The bulge in his pants pressing into the curve of my groin, Rod letting out small grunts and groans, feeling his hand move from my ass to the front of my crotch before feeling him rub at my clit before he slipped his hand into my boxer shorts, rubbing at my clit before checking to see if I'm wet, letting out a satisfied grunt before pulling away from the kiss.

"Would you like me to get you off, Roddy?"

"How about, you give me my release and I give you yours."

"Sure, but we gotta keep this quiet."

Rod pulled me into another heated make out session.

When we woke up the following morning, limbs intertwined, Rod's body on top of mine.

"Morning, beautiful."

"Good Morning, my love."

"What day is it?"

"Monday. Thirtieth, January. Nineteen Eighty-Four."

"I gotta make some calls."

Rod tried to get up, not realising how intertwined our legs were, climbing out of the bed, pulling us both off the bed and landing on his back on the floor with a thud.

"Oh my God, Roddy, are you okay?"

"I'm alright baby, I'm ok, you?"

"I'm alright. I was scared that I hurt ya."

"Nah, you could never hurt me."

I got off of him, pulling him up afterwards and kissing him before he went off to make the calls he needed to. I did my morning routine, my Mam gave me a coffee and I set myself up in the gym half of the garage.

At least an hour passed before I saw Roddy again, I was drinking the final drops of my coffee when he rushed into the gym his concerned expression instantly turning into relief.

"Ya alright, handsome."

"I'm okay honey, I'm okay. Turns out we need to leave earlier than planned, as in before the fourth."

"Then we'll leave tomorrow, my parents will understand. My Da won't like us leaving so soon, so if I were you, I'd go build the familial bridge now so that he doesn't kill ya."

"Alright, I'll go do that. I love ya. Oh, you have a match on the Sixth against S.D Jones."

"Okay, I love you."

I spent another hour in the gym before Piper returned.

"Ya Da has said that he'll kill me if I hurt ya or break ya heart, however he knows that we need to go back to work eventually and trusts that you'll put me in my place."

"Sounds like my Da, hey Hot Rod."

"Hey baby," He got closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, "gimme some sugar."

"No, I'm covered in sweat," I tried to avoid him kissing my neck but failed, "alright, fine, fine. I give in."

He cupped my jaw with his left hand, pulling me down into the kiss, his eyebrows knitted together and my eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, letting Rod control the moment. The moment Rod pulled away I pressed my forehead to his.

"Do you wanna watch me work out?"

"You box, Rod?"

"Golden Gloves Champion. Black belt in Judo, too."

"Handsome and athletic, you are the whole package."

"Thanks for the compliment, but y'know, a strong man is only as strong as his partner."

"Do you mean me or Orndorff and Schultz?"

"You, ya dafty."

"Rod."

"Yes, Kirby?"

"Do you wanna leave tonight, red eye flight, get back before tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, if that's what ya wanna do, we'll go tonight."

"Rod."

"Yeah."

"I want … I would like," I took a second to compose myself," I would like to have a family with you."

He pulled away, locking eyes with me, his tone optimistic, "Really?"

"Absolutely," I wiped a tear away from my eye, "I want to marry you, I want to be a wife and a mother and I want to be with you."

"Do you want to live here, or in the States?"

"Well, America would mean we can work easier."

He let out a small chuckle, smirking up at me, "I love ya, I want to marry ya and be with ya through thick and thin, anything happens, I'll be by your side."

"Promise me, you won't fight with Damien any more."

"I promise you I won't. Promise me, you'll let me tell people about us."

"I promise you, you can tell whoever you want."

"Let's go make ourselves a new home, alright baby?"

"Yeah."

We packed our things and my Da drove us to the airport. I gave my parents a tearful goodbye and we got the next flight back to New Jersey, checking into a hotel in Edison and I left Piper for half an hour to pick up the D200, collecting my paperwork from a nearby DMV centre and going back to the hotel. Rod opened the door, letting me in and slumping on the double bed next to me.

"Hey beautiful."

"Hi Rod, help me with this, please." I gestured to the paperwork

"What is it?"

"Insurance stuff, getting you insured on the D200."

"Give it here, I'll deal with it."

"No Rod, I'm capable of filling it out, just help me with the details."

"Just, gimme the papers," He leaned over and kissed my neck, "let me handle it, baby."

"Not with the mood you're in."

"I can't help that you're sexy."

"Rod, stop thinking with ya dick for five minutes and help me."

"Alright, fine."

We were almost finished with the paperwork when there was a knocking at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Piper, let me in or I'm kicking this door down." The muffled voice threatened.

"Shit, that's Schultz."

"Holy shit, Piper. Are you fucking the female giant?"

That was not Schultz's voice. It sounded like Orndorff.

Piper groaned as he opened the door.

"I'm not fucking her right now, Paul."

"Hi Schultz, Orndorff. Rod get your ass back over here and help me with this."

"Pay me." Rod teased

"With what?" I jokingly responded

"With sex" Schultz and Orndorff said almost simultaneously, giving each other a knowing look.

"All three of you share a brain." I mumbled

Piper groaned, gesturing for me to give him the papers, I complied and he read through it, mumbling the words of the document to himself.

Schultz looked from me to Piper before nudging Orndorff's arm, "They look like they're already married, Paul. Piper's got himself a wife."

"I'm not his wife-"

"She's my girlfriend." Roddy interrupted

"I was gonna say that Roddy."

"I know baby, I know."

"Jeez Rod, get her pregnant or somethin' boy."

"David!" I chided

"I would, but she's got a fight on the sixth."

"Roddy!" Orndorff chastised

We spent the rest of the evening with the boys and eventually I fell asleep next to Roddy. I woke up the next morning with Roddy next to me.

"Morning Kirby."

"Good morning, Roderick, ya handsome fool."

"I love you too honey," Rod kissed my forehead, "I filed the paperwork for ya."

"Thank you. What's the time?"

"About, half ten in the morning. Do ya wanna go grab breakfast?"

"I'd thought you'd never ask."

END OF FAMILY PRIDE or CLAN TREVOR

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ambootyos · 5 years

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Deception Pt.2

Luck Of The Irish

Pt. One

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: NSFW Themes & Language

Tags: @glittercupcakes-and-squats @reigns420 @originalbish98 (to be tagged ask)

Kyle’s somehow been even more annoying than he usually is, always asking me questions about ‘the cellphone guy’ almost like I’m getting the same lecture I’d been getting about Adam since he found out.

I still haven’t actually texted or called Finn yet, I didn’t know the best way to go about it yet. Plus it didn’t help that if Kyle found out him and Bobby would co parent my ass for months, and I can only handle so much of it.

Adam comes out of the bathroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist, and clears his throat to get me to pay attention to him.

“Yes Adam?” I breathe a laugh.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just try not to stare sweetheart it’s impolite.” He smirks, dropping his towel, and earning a playful eye roll, he winks as he dresses in only boxers and takes his spot next to me on the bed.

He clears his throat again, this time it’s more awkward and not just a request for attention. “So, um...phone guy, what’s the deal with that?”

“Haven’t talked to him since I got my phone back.” I say barely paying attention to the question, writing it off as him making conversation. He smiles slightly and nods.

“Welp, I guess that means you’re stuck with me then?” He flirts, before rolling on top of me and sliding a hand up my shirt. “Which I think we can both agree is a good thing..”

----

NXT was a success as usual, and since we’d had such a successful week the week prior Johnny (since he had to miss both TakeOver and Survivor Series) told us he was going to host a party as a way of celebrating how far NXT had come.

I decided to dress up for the ‘whole shebang’ if you will, curled hair, smokey eyes, short dress. The nine yards.

As I was getting dressed I heard my phone ring and answered it without even glancing at the screen.

“Y/N speaking.”

“So, ‘ya goin ‘ta Johnny’s party ta’night?” I hear Finn’s thick accent ask.

“Wait, how did you-” I start, only to have him cut me off.

“Ya called ‘yer phone from mine ‘ta find it remember?” He stated. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna bug ‘ya. Just wanna know if ‘yer gonna go over the top flirting ‘wif me and then pretend like I don’t exist, again?”

“I’m not pretending you don’t exist. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to go about this..” I admit. I hear silence on the other end for a second or two.

“Okay, I can ‘elp ‘wif that.” He says before hanging up.

I roll my eyes. He may be hot, but he’s so damn hard to read sometimes.

---

Adam abandons me to go do whatever with Kyle and Bobby, and Roderick’s already on his 5th beer half an hour in, and telling me he’d make a better friend with benefits than Adam would. I shake my head and chuckle. “We’ll talk later Roddy.” I say before going to find my own thing to do amidst the storm of coworkers.

I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me in their direction into a nearby closet. I was about to yell at whoever decided to kidnap me from the party, until my body collided with Finn’s as he shut the door behind me and pressed me into it.

“Cards are on ‘va table, if ‘ya feel more comf’table ‘wif Pretty Boy, tell me to go.” He states bluntly.

I wanted him, and was starting to see I didn’t need to feel guilty about that. “I don’t want you to go..” I flirt.

“Good.”

He reaches behind me to lock the door, before grabbing my waist and slamming me against the wall, and running his hands down my waist, digging his fingers into my hips as hard as he can, as he presses his lips to mine.

His lips are soft, and wet, and his kiss sends chills down my spine like you get when trying something new for the first time. He slides his hand up and grabs a handful of my hair, yanking it back for access to my neck, before starting to bite and suck at my skin. I let out a moan, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. Without warning I feel his hands, pushing my dress up, and dragging his fingers over the fabric of my underwear, and smirking at me.

“Someone’s ‘appy..” He teases. I breathe a tired laugh, before grabbing his belt, he shakes his head, and pushes my hands away. “Not time ‘fer that yet..” He says, before yanking my underwear down, and getting on his knees. “Pretty Boy is gonna ‘ave a lot to make up for..” He winks as he licks his lips.

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“Kyle, have you seen Y/N?” Adam questions.

Kyle shook his head. “I’d assume, she’s off having fun.” He began. “You know, like she’s supposed to.”

“Maybe she’ll run into cell phone guy again.” Bobby laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

Adam furrows his brows and cocks his head. ��You think he’s a coworker?”

“Think about it,” Bobby says. “She met him at a bar while everyone was in town, she got her phone back, at the arena the next day, with almost no trouble, and she hasn’t told us anything about him besides how hot he is.”

“Another guy from NXT that isn’t me. Wonderful.” Roderick rolls his eyes, causing Kyle to hit him in the shoulder.

Adam frowns, but doesn’t respond as the question of ‘who’ it could be bounces around his head like a basketball.

“What’s wrong..?” Kyle asks, sensing the disappointment in his face.

“Well, it’s just,” He pauses, like he’s afraid to say it. “Someone else from work is a little..I don’t know, weird? Right?”

Kyle and Bobby share a glance of concern, before looking back at him.

“Did you..make that a rule?” Bobby asks.

“Should I of had to? I wouldn’t sleep with another girl that worked here.”

Kyle lets out a sigh. “It’s not like you know for sure if she is, for starters. Plus, you can’t really tell her who she can’t sleep with. Unless she’s your girlfriend.”

Adam’s face hardens when he hears Kyle’s mild assumption. “She isn’t.” He defends. “Look, I don’t care who she sleeps with, I just don’t wanna share a locker room with them. It’s different than some random guy.”

“Ugh, you’re just in your own head. You can’t compare yourself to someone when you don’t even know the story.” Roderick adds.

“That’s not what this is about.” Adam argues back.

“Isn’t it? Either you think this guy is better than you at something, or-”

Kyle cuts him off. “Or, you think he’s gonna be more serious about her than you are and you guys will stop being what you are.”

Adam shakes his head. “Just fucking forget it.”

---

My knees begin to buckle as Finn stands back to his feet.

I’m already completely out of breath. And he chuckles when he notices that fact. “Now that I’ve got ‘ya warmed up…” He says, cocking his brow, before he puts his mouth next to my ear. “If you really want my dick tonight, ‘m not gonna do it here.” He explains. “Call me when ‘ya get ‘ome. I don’t wanna ruin Johnny’s pa’ry by making you scream.” He winks, before unlocking the door behind me, and moving me out of the way so he can leave.

I stayed behind for a second. What did I get myself into?

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kd-holloman · 5 years

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Untitled Fantasy Story

Here's a small tidbit of a fantasy story that I have yet to know much about except for the characters. I couldn't get this particular scene out of my head. Enjoy!

They rode through the western mountain ranges of Follwaird and into the boggy marshland of Jifllair, then into an overgrown stretch beyond that.

“We walk in from here,” Fletcher said.

Toby exhaled in relief and swung his leg over the side of his chestnut mare. His legs had gone stiff hours ago. He gave her sweaty neck a pat and loosened the cinch to his saddle. He’d never ridden a horse before Fletcher had gotten him out of that dank cell in Rethan, and even though he had cursed the testy mare at the start, he was starting to grow fond of her.

“Pack light,” Fletcher grumbled, slinging the belt to his sword and scabbard across hips.

“Where are we going?” Gia asked. “We’ve nearly crossed the entire country. At least, it feels like we have.”

“Hahnnen Glask is the last man on my roster before we meet the rest of your lot on the Roddy Flats.”

“What kind of crime has he committed?” She asked.

Fletcher chose to ignore her, ducking beneath a low-hanging branch draped in moss.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Geo told her. “Let’s follow him before he gets too deep into the woods without us. They’re pretty thick. I can’t imagine what kind of creatures are in here.”

“Lots,” Shirra supplied. She sniffed the air, her golden eyes scanning the dense grove of massive gnarled trees. Her footsteps were silent as she followed Geo into the thicket.

“Come on, boy,” Agron grumbled. “I’m not saving your little arse if you get snatched up by some hungry beast.”

Toby followed behind the towering man.

They trekked down a tortuous path littered with knotted roots, mud holes, and slime covered rocks. Toby almost fell more than once and for the first time he found himself envious of Shirra and her feline mannerisms.

Toby jerked to a halt when he heard crashing in the underbrush behind him. He whirled, dagger drawn. Fear sending a prickle down his spine. He looked for the source of the sound, but found none. I must be imagining it. He stuck his dagger back in its sheath and hurried after Agron.

“Fletcher, how much further?” Gia complained. “I have bug bites on my bug bites.”

“If you spent half as much energy walking instead of whining we would be there by now,” Fletcher shot back, irritably.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.”

Toby tuned her out when her heard the snapping of twigs in the dense brush next to him. “Wh-What was that?”

“What was what?” Geo asked.

“I thought I heard something moving over there.”

Shirra sniffed the air again, the M-shaped scar on her cheek wrinkling as she did. “Wolf,” she snarled in disgust.

“A-A wolf? Out here? How many of them? Don’t they travel in a pack?”

She cocked her head, listening to the forest around them. “Just one.”

“Good,” Agron said, rolling his mighty shoulders. “We can fight off one wolf, but a pack of them would kill us without a doubt.”

“How comforting.”

Toby disagreed. He kept one hand on the handle of his dagger just in case he needed it.

Eventually, the thick trees and limbs opened up to a sizeable field with a cottage sitting in the middle of it. A few goats grazed on the tall grass, bleating to one another. There was a small garden, surrounded by a rickety wood fence. There were chickens scratching and pecking among the rows of vegetables.

The smell of woodsmoke from the chimney gave Toby a faint homesick pang. He missed his mother, his home. Both were gone.

As they approached the cottage, the sturdy wooden door swung open with a bang.

A massive wolf bounded out, hackles raised and lips drawn back in a savage snarl, revealing large pointed teeth.

Shirra hissed and crouched, looking like she was ready to transform into her feline form.

Geo nocked and arrow and drew back.

A whistle sounded from inside the cottage.

The massive black and grey beast gave them one last predatory look before turning and trotting to the front door.

A young man slowly came into view, walking with a staff nearly as tall as he was. He reached deftly for the doorframe before stepping onto well-trodden path in front of his cottage. His fingers curled into the mane of the wolf with familiarity, his head tilted slightly. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Are you Hahnnen Glask?” Fletcher asked.

“Most people call me Hahn, but that sounds about right.” He started forward, swinging his staff in front of him slightly as he walked. He prodded at particular spots in the grass and walked with car, but he didn’t bother to look down to see where he was stepping.

“Hahnnen Glask, you’ve been summoned to fight in the Nine-Year War by decree of His Majesty, King Albert Rothwell III. His Majesty declares that if you fight in the war until it is brought to an end, you will be free of any crimes you have committed.”

He paused and pursed his lips in consideration. “Hmm...and what if I tell you no?”

“Then you are to hang by the neck until dead.”

“Or?”

Fletcher blinked at him like he thought he was thick. “Or what? You either fight for the king or you die.”

The man considered that for a moment, his brows drawn down in a scowl. “This is what they have you doing, soldier? They have you rounding up misfits, rapists, and murderers to fight for a king who doesn’t even know your name? Do you know who I am?”

“Hahnnen Glask.”

“That’s my name, yes.” He moved closer to him, but he wasn’t making eye contact. “But, do you know who I am?”

“Yes.”

“Then you should be rightfully angry that they sent you here with a pretty girl and a child to retrieve me. You know of the innumerable dangers of this particular visit.”

Toby puffed out his chest in indignation. “Excuse you! I’m--”

“He sounds like he doesn’t even have hair on his chin.”

In a flash of anger, Toby pulled his dagger. I’ll show him! I’ll show him I’m just as good of a fighter as Geo!

Hahnnen moved much faster than Toby thought possible. He pressed his chest right against the tip of the dagger. The milky white film over his blue eyes explained why he had the staff. He must have heard the slide of the blade in the sheath. “Do it,” he hissed.

Toby felt his hand shake as he stared into those sightless eyes.

“There is something you don’t know about me, boy. I do not fear death. Death and I have an understanding. So, when the time comes I will walk with him into the Otherworld without fear. Now, tell me, is that going to be today?”

He stared at the ‘X’ carved into the blind man’s cheek and wondered what crime he committed that wasn't theft or murder.

“That’s enough, Hahn,” Fletcher commanded.

Hahn pressed against the blade for a moment longer before he took a step back and turned away from Toby. “Know that I am not coming with you because I am afraid to hang. I’m coming with you to get this wretched war over with so I can come back and forget the rest of the world.”

Agron snorted. “This has to be a joke. We’re going to drag a cripple back to Roddy Flats? We’re going to hand him a sword and hope that when he gets killed it’s a quick death, then?”

The blind man stopped, a cold smile tugging at his pale lips. “Mind your step,” he said. “Around here, you never know whose bones you’re standing on.”

Toby didn’t have much time to wonder what he meant by that, because the ground beneath his feet started to pitch and roll. He stumbled one way and Agron stumbled the other.

Bones pulled themselves from from the ground, scrabbling over one another, taking shape until a massive stag made of cracked and filthy bone reared up. It tossed its magnificent antlers back before charging after Agron.

The man scrambled out of the way as quickly as he could, but he wasn’t fast enough. The stag drove its horns into the earth on each side of his body.

“As concerned as you are for me, mate,” Hahn said, amused, “I think I’ll be okay.” With a wave of his hand, the deer fell apart until it was nothing but a pile of bones once more.

Toby stared after him as he made his way back into the cottage, his stomach a tangle of knots. He touched his fingertips to the nearly healed ‘T’ beneath his right eye.

Hahn hadn’t been marked with an ‘X’ for trespassing, threatening the crown, or desertion. He was marked with an ‘X’ because he was a witch.

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All the More

Reader/Adam Cole & Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish & Roderick Strong; 2385 words, smut smut smut. Smut and nothing but, essentially.

***

It's a few hours before the evening's round of NXT tapings begin, and you're backstage with Adam in the Undisputed Era's private locker room. You're aware the 'private' aspect has been something of a point of contention among the other tag teams, forced as they are to use the general men's locker room, and there have been a few rumblings about special treatment, but the boys have those shut those complaints down as effectively as they do everything else.

And it's not like the space is anything so huge or fancy, but it's nice, with room enough for a couch and a couple of armchairs, a changing area with a small bench, even a TV.

But tonight there's no need for any distractions, because Adam's sitting in the center of the couch, and you're draped sideways over his lap, stripped down to just your bra and panties. He's got one hand on your waist and the other on your ass, and he's kissing you, tongue slow and soft in your mouth as you lazily make out, waiting for Bobby and Kyle to show up.

After a while Adam stops, giving your ass a firm squeeze followed by a light slap. You shift in his lap, and he says, casually, "By the way, I think Roddy's going to come by with the others."

You note he doesn't phrase it as a question, and, if you're honest, you've been wondering for a while now how long it would be before they'd deem Roddy enough of a member of the group that he'd be allowed to join you. But you're also curious about how it's going to work, because, on the surface at least, Roddy seems like a pretty straight-laced, vanilla kind of guy. "Do you think he's going to be into that?" you ask.

Adam smirks. "How could he resist you?"

You laugh, kissing him, and say, "I think you overestimate my powers."

"No," he tells you. "I think you seriously underestimate how irresistible you are."

"You know," you say, smiling, "I'm never sure if you're really charming or just completely full of shit."

He grins at you. "How about both, baby?"

"Both is good," you say, and kiss him again, not stopping until you hear the door of the room open, and you look up.

"Whoa," Roddy exclaims, taking in the sight of you sitting almost naked in Adam's lap. "Sorry to interrupt, man," he says, and he immediately makes to leave, but then stops, plainly confused as he sees that Bobby and Kyle aren't reacting in the same way, that Bobby's nonchalantly thrown himself down in one of the armchairs, and that Kyle's sitting down next to you on the couch.

Kyle's always the most eager, the most needy, and tonight's no exception as he pulls you off Adam and across into his own lap.

"Okay," says Roddy, slowly. "Is this a..." He laughs, seemingly trying to cover his awkwardness, but it only makes it more obvious. Painfully obvious. "Is this a group thing?"

"Yeah," Adam says, smiling, and you know he's getting off on Roddy's embarrassment, asshole that he is. "It's a group thing. And now you're one of us, you also get to partake of this fine young lady's delights."

"Delights," Roddy repeats, nodding. "Well, those sound great and all, but... yeah, I'm more of a one on one kind of guy."

"C'mon, man," Kyle says, unfastening your bra, slipping it down off your arms and then grabbing at your bared breasts. "You know you want some of this."

You inhale at his touch, how it's almost too rough, too clumsy, but it's just what you need right now. You glance over at Roddy, and say, "He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to."

For a brief second he seems surprised that you've spoken, but then he addresses you directly, saying, "You are..." He gestures, hand curving through the air as if to take in your body, the outline of it. "You're really hot and all so it's like, no slight on you."

"No offense taken," you reply, and you note that he's not actually making any move to leave, and is, in fact, now gazing pretty fixedly at your chest.

You look at Adam, who has very clearly noticed the same thing, and suggest, "Maybe Roddy would just like to watch."

"He can watch." Adam's eyes are narrowed and he's staring at Roddy, concentrating, as if measuring his reaction. "If that's what he wants," Adam says, "then yeah, he can watch."

And Roddy doesn't say anything, not no, or even yes, but you're quickly distracted, because Kyle's pinching your nipples, pulling on them just hard enough to make you gasp as he kisses you, his mouth as messily enthusiastic as ever.

You smile into it, leaning against him, your hand stroking over the hard muscles of his chest, but then you feel someone else touching you, fingers tracing up the outside of your thigh. You pull away from Kyle's kiss, turning your head, and it's Bobby, his eyes dark as he looks at you, his want so blatant you can't resist.

And so you slide off Kyle's lap and onto the floor, kneeling in front of Bobby, between his spread legs. "Hi," you say, looking up at him, and he doesn't say anything, but then he doesn't need to as you unbuckle his belt, unfasten his jeans. You're careful of his injured knee as you shove his clothes down enough to get at his cock, your mouth already watering in anticipation as you take him out.

Bobby's always a gentleman, but he's also never anything but clear about exactly what he wants and tonight his hand is firm on the back of your head, pushing you down onto him. You part your lips, taking him in, and he's big, bigger than Kyle or Adam, thick in your mouth, and while he doesn't ever force you, he likes to take things right to the edge, pushing deep enough into your throat that it's uncomfortable. You can handle it, sucking on him, hand on the base of his cock, but then he goes even further and you breathe, knowing you're about to start gagging, your jaw aching. You can see him watching you, waiting until the exact moment it becomes too much for you, but you hold on for as long as you can. You reach your limit, tapping on his thigh, but he keeps you there for one second, two, before he lets you pull off, and you inhale hurriedly, staring up at him, panting, feeling saliva drip down your chin, wiping it off with one careless hand, moaning as you suck him back into your mouth, eager for more.

There's someone behind you, pulling down your panties, and you don't even have to look to know it's Kyle, shifting your legs enough that he can remove your underwear, arching your back and moving your knees apart so he can see you, touch you. He briefly rubs your clit, then slips two fingers into you, moving them slowly in and out, and you whine around Bobby's cock.

Bobby's grip on you tightens, not letting you lose focus, and it's not so easy, because now Kyle's got one hand on your hip, and he's sliding his cock inside you and Bobby's still in your mouth and you're so filled by them you have to close your eyes, try not to lose it right now.

"Fuck," you hear someone say, softly, and it's Roddy, of course it is, and it only makes it even better, knowing he's watching, seeing this for the first time.

For what feels like a split second, nothing happens, and it's as if everyone in the room is holding their breath, the collective anticipation about to spill over into something beyond your control, but then Kyle starts to fuck you, hard, and you're stroking up and down Bobby's shaft, getting as much of him into your mouth as you can. You listen to the noises they're both making, to your own whimpers as you suck, balancing your arms on Bobby's thighs so you can push back into Kyle's thrusts, and it's so fucking good.

They come at almost exactly the same time, Kyle slamming into you with a desperate-sounding, drawn-out moan and Bobby shooting off into your throat. You struggle to swallow it all, but he doesn't release you until he's done, tenderly caressing your face as you cough a little, catching your breath, smiling at him. Kyle pulls out of you, slapping your ass affectionately, and you sit back, feeling thoroughly used but still not fully satisfied, nervous energy thrumming through you.

"Why don't you go show Roddy how much we appreciate him?" Adam says.

"Sure," you say, but you don't move, trying to gather yourself, taking a minute, though it seems Adam's not willing to wait.

"Now," he tells you, in a tone of impatient command.

So you crawl over to Roddy, who's still standing in the middle of the room, eyes practically glazed over with awe, or lust, or something, and you're guessing he's not going to take the initiative, so you simply pull down his shorts. His cock is as upright and stupidly, blandly handsome as the rest of him, and right now it's so hard you almost wince to see it. But you still hesitate, looking up at him, questioning, asking permission, and he gives you a tiny nod. You nod back, understanding, and you lean in closer, tongue flicking lightly over the tip of his cock, bringing it to your lips as you suck the head into your mouth. "God," you hear him whisper, and you can feel the others behind you, watching, three sets of eyes with a presence so intense it prickles over your skin like a wave of heat.

You love this, being the focus of their attention, their desire fuelling you, gathering between your legs and you have to breathe in, concentrating on Roddy, not allowing yourself to be distracted. He's letting you set the pace, but you can tell he's already too far gone to make this last, so you only do as much as you need to get him off, holding on to his hips, mouth moving up and down over him. He rests one tentative hand in your hair, and you smile to yourself, tonguing the sweet spot under his head before you go down again, feeling his body start tense up under your hands. He goes to push you off as he finishes, so polite about it it's almost endearing, but you don't move, remaining in place and swallowing down every last drop of his come.

And you've barely even moved back off him, let him slip from your mouth, before Adam says, "My turn."

He's already taken off his jeans and he's ready, cock erect in front of him, his arms outstretched either side of him along the back of the back of the couch, lips curled up into his customary smug smirk and he's so hot you feel your cunt pulse with need at just the sight of him.

You climb into his lap, knees either side of his thighs, and he grins at you as you hold his cock, guiding him to your entrance and then slowly lowering yourself down onto him. He exhales as you settle yourself, shifting your pelvis and tightening the muscles of your cunt around him, watching as his smirk fades into something more open, desire written over his face like something so naked it's almost obscene.

"Yeah, baby," he murmurs, and you start to ride him, your rhythm at first measured, circling your hips in just the right way. You force yourself to be patient, letting the feeling build, but Adam's breathing suddenly deepens and he grabs hold of you, roughly thrusting up into you as you move on him.

You bite your lip, and you want to close your eyes but Adam shakes his head. "Look at me," he says. "I want to see you." He does that, every time, needing the connection it seems to bring, and sometimes it feels like too much, as if you're too exposed to him, but tonight it's exactly what you want. You hold on as you both go harder, getting the angle just right, and you're close, so close, and just when you think you won't be able to bear it any longer, you're falling into it, Adam's eyes burning into yours as you both come, the intensity between you overwhelming, even as the feeling starts to fade.

You climb off him, your legs shaking enough that you can only collapse down onto the couch next to him. Adam pulls you into a loose embrace, tangling you up in his arms and kissing you gently, and you probably still taste of come, but he doesn't seem to care.

"So..." you hear Roddy say, and both you and Adam pull back, looking across at him. "Is this a regular thing?"

"Pretty regular," Adam replies with a shrug, that casual, assured composure completely back in place.

"I guess you're really one of us now," says Bobby.

"Yeah," agrees Roddy and he's smiling. "I guess I am."

"Welcome," Kyle says with a laugh.

"Thanks," Roddy replies. He's still standing there, still slightly awkward, as if he's not sure what to do with his hands. "That was... quite the welcome."

"Come here," you tell him, patting the couch beside you. He glances at Adam, who nods in approval, and he walks over, sitting himself down with a sigh.

You lean towards him, needing to touch him, licking his neck, running your hand up under his shirt and over his abs, and Adam keeps his arms around you, watching.

"How long till the match?" Kyle asks. He's sitting sprawled out on the floor, pants still halfway down his thighs, his cock hanging out ungracefully. It's kind of hot, though, to see him like that, so spent and relaxed, so unashamed.

"We've got a couple of hours," Bobby answers.

"I think we can find a few ways to pass the time." Adam kisses your shoulder, and says, "Don't you think, baby?"

"Yeah," you agree with a smile. "I think we can."

#ohnojustwrites #wwe imagines #wwe smut #adam cole #adam cole imagine #kyle o'reilly #kyle o'reilly imagine #bobby fish #bobby fish imagine #roderick strong #roderick strong imagine

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a-wanderin-whirlybird · 6 years

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Short OC study

Yello! So this is a short study of Dr. Majesty and her two adopted children Hot Rod and Widdle. Its just a short story on How Dr. Majesty and her Idiots met @artlesscomedic OC Ace. Just a note, Yes Dr. Majesty harvests Organs, and yes she is based on Dr. Frankenstien. Fear not Hot Rod and Widdle are on her safety list. Bio's to come!

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Hot Rod was usually more aware than this. He admitted this. Not that he was very aware of his surroundings, usually he had a bit of robot before him that was much more interesting than the warehouses he usually worked in. The teen was doing what he usually did. Tried to get his newest drone upgrades to function correctly when the sounds of sirens sent him into a sudden panic.

“Fuck!” Hot Rod cursed whirling around and flailing as he slipped on a pool of blood. Huh, whered that come from?

“Shit, shit shit. Fucking Bullets, fucking cops can burn in-”

“Uh… hi?” Hot Rod squeaked as the Bleeding Blue haired individual raised their gun at him. Hot Rod sucked in a breath eyeing their shaking arms and the blood as it pooled about them. “Oh jeez, yeah uh, your bleeding a shit ton and there are cops coming. Idk if they are here because of me or you but uh… The Doc can fix that if you… ok ok! Nope nope stay awake! Ah shit.”

Hot Rod sighed as the Blue Haired person fainted into their own blood. Hot Rod just grabbed the person by their collar and began to sprint out of the building.

Dr. Majesty sighed as she checked through the Fridge. Nothing very interesting she thought. At least to eat. There were some Livers in various stages of decay, three from alcoholics, two from Smokers, and one from a fascinating case of poisoning. There were kidneys, lungs, Stomachs, intestines, and even a few Uteruses and hearts. All in varying stages of decay. Dr. Majesty sighed and closed the fridge, adjusting her crown. The crown was made from scalpels that she had melted down into a small tiara.

“Fuck, no food again. Should send Widdle to get food.”

“Doc!! Doc!! Dr. Sty!! Need help!” Dr. Majesty sighed as Hot Rod burst through the door and she slowly stood staight.

“Did you burn yourself again? I swear if you- oh. Fuck.” Dr. Majesty growled as Hot Rod came blundering into the apartment dragging a Blue Haired individual behind them… who was bleeding. And unconscious. Oh for fucks sake.

“Right, Youngest Idiot drop the new Idiot patient, your making it worse. Get the Eldest Idiot from her room and I'll take… Blue Idiot to the operation room. I'll see you both down there and ready for Surgery in ten minutes.” Dr. Majesty said harshly taking the fallen Blue Haired individual away from Hot Rod who nodded and scurried off into the apartment. Dr. Majesty the. Walked out the front door and descended down the stairs into the buildings basement, ready for surgery.

Ace was only sort of aware of their body and self. But they knew three things. 1. They had managed to escape the cops after a Heist gone bad but ran into some Ginger kid with a weird robot. 2. Said kid had tried to speak to them but Ace haven't managed to stay awake. And 3. They were warm and their was arguing happening.

Wait, that's four things.

“Hey, don't move too much, you'll pull your stitches.” The cracked voice of an older woman met Ace's ears and their eyes flew open.

Standing over them was an older woman, her salt and pepper hair was tied in a bun and she wore a lab coat and turtleneck sweater. She was eyeing the IV bag hooked up to Ace's arm. Next to her was the Ginger haired Kid Ace had met in the Warehouse. He had thick glasses, messy long ginger hair and burn marks covering his face. He smiled widely as Ace stared at him. He was missing one of his front teeth. He looked about 15.

Next to them was a young Woman with brown hair and skin she was thin as could be and about 4'10. Her hair was a mess, it was shorter and longer in different places, she had a large bandage covering her nose, and overalls on. She looked around 20 years old and She was shaking her head at the younger boy who was now leaning on the bed.

Wait there was a bed?!

“Roddy, leave the guy alone.” The young woman said, her voice cracking as she gently shoved the boy off.

“Ah, but Widdle!! I found them!” The boy whined.

“More like you dragged them here! Nearly killed them cause you literally dragged them here!”

“Idiots! My little Idiots, both of you out. You both have homework. Go.” The Doctor woman urged the two out and closed the door as the siblings walked off muttering about how they didnt really have homework. She sighed and walked over to Ace.

“Right, sorry about the Idiots. They are good assistants when i need extra hands, but loud.”

“Where the fuck am I?” Ace hissed, coughing as their lungs ached.

“Don't try to move to much, i told you this. I had to replace a lung and your liver. You're very very lucky I had a healthy lung and Liver that was compatible with you. You are still recovering from multiple gunshot wounds, 2 organ transplants, a blood transfusion, and i had to reset some of your ribs while I was in there.”

“You what?!” Ace gasped as their lungs twitched, and man was that a weird feeling.

“Look. I don't know you, but one of my Idiots brought you here and when one of My Idiots brings someone in injured, I fix them.” The woman said, then sighed. “Right, but, I am Dr. Majesty. The boy who brought you in is my Youngest Idiot Hot Rod and the girl was my eldest Idiot Widdle. I own the building you are in and all the equipment you are hooked up to. So no cops are going to be showing up. Any questions?”

“Whose lung?” Ace asked with a bit of a wry smile. Dr. Majesty returned one of her own, but only for a moment.

“And Liver. Those would have belonged to two… former tenants of mine. Perfectly healthy, no signs of decay or layers of fat on the liver. The Lung has no tar nor signs of aging. Lucky you.”

“Right. When can I leave?”

“Once you are healed enough to walk on your own. You need anything ring the bell.” Dr. Majesty pointed to a small pulley by the bed. “And if you feel like your liver is wiggling let me know immediately.”

Ace groaned as Dr. Majesty walked towards the door and began to leave.

“Oh. And don't worry about your crew. Widdle has already gone to tell them where you are. Mayhaps, we may have bussiness to discuss once you are recovered more." Ace went wide eyed as the Doctor walked out the door.

"How?"

Dr. Marie Majesty sighed once again as she entered her study. A fresh cadaver lay out on the table. A cop that Widdle had dug up earlier that day, his guts were laid bare for the world to see. The doctor hissed as she began to work, prepping chemicals and petri dishes as the body waited paitently.

"Doc?"

"In here Youngest Idiot." She called and Hot Rod bound in, a pile of mangled machinery in his arms.

"Hows the Blue guy? They ok?"

"As ok a criminal after surprise surgery can be. Where's the Eldest Idiot?" Hot Rod giggled.

"She found Ace's crew, but decided to stop by the Police archives for a bit of... Arson. Its just gonna be arson. She plans to burn the archives." Dr. Majesty nodded.

"You habe a drone with her yes?"

"Yup! Im working on one to gift to Ace and their crew. That way if they need more surgery we can know!" Hot Rod smirked. "Sooooo... Do I have another big Sibling?"

"Possibly." Dr. Majesty snorted. "Possibly. Now lets see about those prosthetics of yours yeah?"

#Chaos Crew Ace #Freak Fam #i made a Surgeon #Mechanical engineer #and Theif/graverobber for ya'll #sorry its short #:)#Dr. Majesty #Hot Rod the Mech #Widdle

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 6 years

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Tagged by: @minado996

Nickname: Roddy, Rodimiss (most people go with Roddy now, but Bucket still calls me by my “full name”), none irl

Zodiac: Libraaaaaa

Height: 5′ 4.5″. I know this exact from all the damn doctors I see

Last movie I saw: the Bumblebee movie! It was very good!

Last thing I googled: uhhhhhh... I was trying to look up how good a sense of smell crows have

Favorite musician: hmmmmm. I might be obligated to say Halestorm on basis of them being the only band I’ve ever seen in concert (twice!). Also the lead singer has the same birthday as me.

Song stuck in my head: Neptune - Sleeping At Last

Other blogs: my unused main @rodimiss, a secret Trash Kids inspo/quotes blog, @iscygatecanonyet which served its purpose with two entire posts, and a not-really-reason-to-be-secret-but-still-only-one-person-knows-about-it blog disjointedly chronicling my misadventures in Pkmn X

Do I get asks: yep! And not just from Bucket now, either!

Following: 381. How many of those are dead? Only god knows now

Followers: 658.

Amount of sleep: 9 hours, which is like, the minimum for me feeling rested in the morning, so right now I’m very excited that I don’t feel entirely like death right now.

Lucky number: 10

What I’m wearing: an orange sweater, thick fuzzy leggings, fuzzy socks, it’s fucking cold.

Dream job: published author who’s successful enough to support herself just on writing novels! It’s been my dream since I was about 10 years old, and while I am older and much less naive, it’s good to have something to strive for, right?

Dream trip: Scotland. That’s another dream I’ve had since I was a kid, and like, I know Loch Ness is probably a kitschy tourist trap, I know it’s gonna be crowded, I know there’s got to be a thousand better things to do and see in the country (which I would love to do as well), but for my 7-year-old self, I wanna.

Favorite food: I would kill a man to be able to eat italian-style bread again. Also I’m fond of nachos an unfortunate amount.

Play any instruments? flute and piccolo. I knew a little guitar at one point but I lost it.

Languages: just English. Again, I knew a little tiny bit of Spanish and ASL, but I lost those. I also know one (1) single word of Polish. I can say “thank you”

Favorite songs: it’s in constant flux.

Random Facts: I’ve never broken a bone but I did fuck up my ankle bad enough in kindergarten that I had to get an x-ray to make sure it wasn’t broken. I’ve only ever been to two concerts (Halestorm, with my brother; see above) which is also equal to the number of shows I’ve seen on Broadway. I want to get a tattoo someday but I’m indecisive and afraid of commitment and lack serious ideas. I say that the first Star Wars movie I saw was Revenge of the Sith which is true but my first introduction to Star Wars at large was Lego Star Wars. The first video game to make me cry was Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Blue Rescue Team. I like growing succulents and convinced my mother to bring home my grandmother’s jade plant when she passed, and we’ve now propagated at least ten baby jade plants from the leaves that fell off; and I’ve only killed one cactus in the five years I’ve had plants but that one is kind of sad because she was one of the first two plants I got.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: crunchy brown leaves on the sidewalk, crisp autumn breeze, the smell of fresh snow, stacks of half-used notebooks, cobblestone walkways, pumpkins and leaves changing color and other things naturally orange, other things unnaturally orange. Tag 21 people: .......uh. Do I know 21 people on this site? I don’t even know who likes being tagged in things like this. I’m not brave enough to tag people in these things.

#ask games #of a sort

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bobateebrek · 7 years

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Idw Transformers and TFA crossover?

This is a long post because I lost control. Sorry.

Please imagine IDW Brainstorm recreated the geobomb for universe jumping. Like not a universe with a different timeline, but one of those universes with unlimited possibilities.

Rodimus and Nightbeat practically jumped head first into the universe traveling machine. They came to a world where the Autobot are tiny, the Decepticons are HUGE. (“Are Decepticons and Autobots labels for species, not factions?” Nightbeat asks excitedly). Femmes were always a part of Cybertron. Primes are not holy beings, but a military rank. There’s a tiny techno organic that’s made from Decepticon CNA who immediately wormed her way into nerdy hearts.

Ofc one of the first things they do is gawk at their alternate universe’s selves. Rodimus is a little perturbed that his alternate self was so close to dying from cosmic rust, but they bond because IDW Rodimus loves TFA Roddy’s colors and sick bow. He immediately commissions Brainstorm for a golden bow and arrows that can ignite/trail flames. Everyone grew a crush on this gorgeous Rodimus Prime, even his alternate self.

The Rod Squad took multiple selfies with this super cute (AMAZINGLY kissable tiny Optimus Prime). With mixed feelings but with an uncontrollable need, most of them hit on a bemused OP.

The Ratchets meet. Nuff said. Drift laughs because “Primus, your grouchiness jumped universes 💕,” before flirting with this short and thick version of Ratchet. He finds TFA Ratchet endlessly alluring and charming. IDW Ratchet begrudgingly tolerates this because it’s him? Kinda? He’s still happy to know that Drift would like him in multiple universes. TFA Ratchet is confused and flattered, and bats away TFA Bumblebee’s sulking.

TFA Bumblebee found IDW Ratchet unbearably attractive and sobbed into Bulkhead’s arms in despair. From then on he made goo goo eyes at his Ratchet before catching himself and drives off into the horizon for a few hours.

Rodimus immediately laughs into Sentinel Prime’s face upon meeting him. Magnus had to apologize for decency and diplomacy, but he almost broke a smile. Not so feared here, IDW Sentinel Prime.

On the TFA universe’s side, the Autobot were a little wary of the “Autobot” flightframes. It doesn’t help that the Rod Squad’s flight frames are big and shady. Brainstorm was a triple-crosser and mad scientist. Cyclonus proved to universally follow(”ed?”) Galvatron. THEY MET WHIRL.

(More under the cut.)

Most have very negative feelings about Whirl at first. Here’s an “Autobot” who definitely a Decepticon in disguise. He’s huge, a flightframe, vulgar, and blood thirsty. How can an Autobot be bloodthirsty? They were wary of Whirl. Whirl however doesn’t give much fucks. He just wants to fight these huge ass Decepticons, and spitefully and gleefully flaunts himself. He terrorizes the civilian Autobots (he snorts vocally) by flying in their city before Magnus made him stop. He has it personally out for Shockwave, who looks too similar to him. He screeches and flap his rotors the first time he saw Shockwave.

To the Decepticons, however, they find Brainstorm, Cyclonus, and especially Whirl, incredibly hot. Megatron immediately orders recruitment efforts, and wistfully strokes his monitor. Blitzwing made the posters: WANTED. “In more ways that one” were the subtexts.

Many TFA Autobots are more comfortable Tailgate, Rewind, and Swerve because they’re small and non threatening–familiar and indisputably cute.

Finally, Brainstorm meets TFA Perceptor. His good time was ruined for a while. He thought that his universe was mocking him. TFA Perceptor is the amalgamation of the two people he desperately wanted in his life. And ofc TFA Percy could not possibly return his affections because this Perceptor erased his emotions. He still wants to hang around TFA Perceptor and Wheeljack though, for the sake of science.

I got to talking with @deerkat, and decided that MAYBE TFA Perceptor isn’t totally unaffected. Brainstorm is a genius flightframe who built a time machine that supposedly created his universe*. Brainstorm is supposed to be an example of why Perceptor erased his emotions, but Brainstorm’s passion, impulse, and love is what made him achieve so much–more than what Percy or a planet full of Autobot scientists has ever done. This Perceptor wants to be close to study this illogical and eccentric scientist. For science of course. Hmm yes, just for science.

Please add to this if you have any headcanons about this type of crossover 💞.

*In Braintorm’s arc Braintorm canonically made it possible for multiple universes to exist because Perceptor messed around with his paradox padlock. What a guy.

#maccadam #simpatico #dratchet #brainstorm #lost light #mtmte #transformers animated #transformers crossover #my thoughts #ratchet #drift #rodimus #nightbeat #long post #whirl #idw/tfa crossover

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oforoddette · 7 years

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Widowmaker’s Secrect

After years of planning, Widowmaker finally is going to achieve her dream and she might get a little bit of help with it too!

“Remember the deal Sombra.”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” Sombra sighed. “Man, I’m not going to do favors for you anymore. You’re demanding.”

“Oh like I should trust you. I’ve been waiting for this day for years, and I am not letting anyone find out about it.”

“Okay, okay! Calm down Amélie,” Sombra said. “I swear I won’t tell anyone. Besides, you have dirt on me now.” “That’s right,” Widowmaker aka Amélie grinned. “That reminds me, here you go.”

Widowmaker tossed a ratty, stuffed rhino to Sombra who caught it.

“Ah, Roddy! Are you okay?” Sombra asked.

Amélie just rolled her eyes before heading off. Once she got to her room in the Talon headquarters, she locked the doors. Then she changed the passcode that allowed people in. Once that was done, she unplugged the door’s opening mechanism. There was no way she was letting anyone in this weekend. After years of planning, today was her day to let go. She removed her helmet and then gazed around her room.

Eclairs.

Nothing but freshly baked eclairs as far as the eye could see. They covered the table, the counters, everything. It was the most beautiful thing Amélie had ever seen. A smile crept on her face as she slipped off her shoes.

“I can’t believe it,” She said. “Finally, I can eat myself into a coma!”

It was a weird dream of Amélie’s. All her life she had wanted to gorge herself. There was a word for it: feederism. Maybe it was because she had always been skinny and wanted to know what it would feel like to be big. There was also the fact that Amélie loved eclairs. They were her favorite food. Not many people knew that. Sombra did, but Sombra knew just about everything.

Amélie decided to waste no time. Quickly as she could, she changed into some sweatpants and a crop top. Then, she started eating the eclairs. They tasted like heaven. The pastry was perfectly puffy, the cream was sweet, and the chocolate icing was perfect. She was going to enjoy every single moment of this. And she deserved it. Amélie worked hard. She worked extremely hard. A lot of people thought she was just a pretty face, but she was more than that. She was dedicated to her work and also was resourceful. She rarely gave herself any type of break or reward for being so dedicated.

Now she was.

So Amélie ate. She did a few things around her room like filing, checking her email, making a grocery list and other normal things. Whenever she finished an eclair, she grabbed another one. It was only after eclair number thirty did she stop.

“Hm. I’m a bit thirsty,” Amélie said. “Good thing I’m prepared.”

She ate eclair thirty-one before going to her secret cabinet. She threw it opened and was greeted by another lovely sight.

Wine.

A cabinet was full of nothing but wine. Another one of Amélie’s favorite things. While she wasn’t a huge drinker, she did enjoy wine. Her collection came from all over the world as well. She was a person who enjoyed variety. Taking one of the bottles, she brought it over to her kitchen. She uncorked it before filling up a glass.

“Now, where was I?” She asked herself.

Amélie resumed her binging. An hour past before she had run out of wine. This was also the point where she recognized her body had gone through changes. Her waist, which had always been smooth and trim, was now doughy. Amélie stared at it before running a hand over her belly.

“Mhm,” She said. “I think--I think I might like this.”

It felt nice. There was no other way to really explain it. Something about this small, round belly felt fantastic. With a grin, Amélie grabbed another bottle of wine and resumed her gluttony.

Hour after hour, Amélie did nothing but eat and drink. The more she swallowed, the freer she felt. This whole thing was utterly fantastic. Never in her whole entire life had Amélie felt like this. The more she ate, the bigger she became, and she loved it! After eating for five solid hours, Amélie sat down on her couch. It creaked under her new weight.

“Hic!” Amélie looked at her gut. “Oh my god! It’s *hic* beautiful!”

Amélie’s belly was huge. It was bigger than her flatscreen TV. Sighing happily, Amélie rubbed her bloated gut. It gurgled, it sloshed, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Amélie stood up, wobbling slightly due to her drunken state and her new gut.

“Hic! C’mon belly,” Amélie said. “I want to *hic* see how *hic* much I *hic* weigh now.”

Amélie managed to get into the bathroom, and she stepped on her scale.

“You have gained three hundred pounds.” The electronic weight said.

“Oh, that’s *hic* amazing!” Amélie grinned. “Oh but surely *hic* I can get bigger.”

And that is what Amélie decided to do.

All she did was eat. As the day went on, the larger she became. She was in heaven. It was so wonderful being fat! Why hadn’t she done this before? If only she had known! Also, drinking tons of wine was fun too! Wait until Sombra saw her!

“Urpppppppp!” Amélie sat back down on her couch. “Hic! I’m *hic* so *hic* big!”

She was. Amélie gut was so big it was pinning her down. Amélie rubbed her huge belly, enjoying the feeling of being full. Yet she wanted more.

“I’m not *hic* satisfied!” She grunted. “Oh but *hic* I’m not sure if I can *hic* get up!”

“I can help with that.”

Amélie looked around, wondering where the voice had come from. Then, Sombra appeared before her, sitting on her belly.

“Sombra? How did *hic* you get *hic* in here?” Amélie asked. “I have my ways. I wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay,” Sombra caught Amélie’s shocked look. “What? I’m not heartless you know. I consider you a friend Amélie.”

“Really? I’m your *hic* friend?”

“Yeah. We’ve worked together for years,” Sombra said. “I would hope we’d be friends. I know I give you grief, but you’re the only person I trust around here.”

“Oh, Sombra! That is *hic* the nicest *hic* thing anyone has *hic* ever said to me.”

“Don’t let that get out though. I have a reputation to maintain,” Sombra looked down at Amélie’s belly. “Wow, you really weren’t kidding about the fat thing were you?”

“Isn’t it *hic* beautiful?” Amélie said with pride. “Sombra, I’ve *hic* honestly never *hic* felt this good in *hic* all my life! I love *hic* it. I love being *hic* fat!”

“Yeah, I could tell,” Sombra said. “I was here for about thirty minutes before I said anything. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“You *hic* don’t think it’s *hic* weird?”

“Not really. I’ve seen weirder,” Sombra laid down on the distended gut. “So from what you’ve said, you’re still hungry right?”

“Yes. I haven’t *hic* finished *hic* all my *hic* eclairs!”

“How many did you buy?”

“I only ordered *hic* one hundred *hic* boxes.”

“Only one hundred?” Sombra raised an eyebrow. “Okay, since you’re enjoying yourself, I’m going to help you.”

“Really? You’d *hic* do that *hic* for me?”

“What are friends for?”

Amélie couldn’t believe she honestly had a friend. If she wasn’t so stuffed, she might have shed a tear. She was going to have to do something nice for Sombra to pay her back for all of this. Sombra slid off Amélie’s belly and then picked up an eclair. Amélie opened up her mouth and let herself be fed. Never in a million years did she think she would feel this great. It was like she was in her own fattening paradise. While she was fed, Amélie kept her eyes on Sombra. She didn’t know if it was the wine or the lighting, but she realized something. Sombra was gorgeous. She felt herself blush as Sombra continued to feed her. Her bulging stomach continued to grow as the hours passed. Sombra gave Amélie a few more drinks of wine but then said she it would be best to save some for later.

“You don’t want to go through your collection do you?” Sombra asked.

Amélie had to agree. As her drunken stupor wore off, Amélie began to think. After a bit more thinking, she looked straight at Sombra.

“Sombra?” Amélie began. “Can you do me a tiny favor?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me. P--please.”

Sombra stared at Amélie, wondering if the woman was still drunk. Amélie bit her lip, her face turning slightly darker as she blushed. Sombra grinned as she leaned forward and kissed Amélie on the lips. She lingered there, feeling Amélie deepen the kiss slightly. Sombra only pulled back so she could breathe.

“I’m sorry,” Amélie was still blushing. “I---I just feel so good and you feeding me was so wonderful. I then noticed how beautiful you are.”

“I cannot believe I’m saying this,” Sombra said. “But I’ve been enjoying this. I don’t know what it is but seeing you are all bloated? It’s adorable! Look at you if you big, wobbling belly.”

Sombra started rubbing Amélie’s stomach. Amélie’s blush got worse. Sombra’s fingers over her stretched skin felt amazing. Her plump stomach was beyond huge. Amélie knew there was no way she would be able to walk in the morning. The idea appealed to her honestly. Even though she was no longer drunk, she still loved being huge. “And you’ve even gotten some nice, meaty thighs!” Sombra commented.

Amélie looked down and was surprised to find her sweatpants had ripped slightly. Her legs were extremely thick now. Sombra ran a hand down Amélie’s leg, making the other woman blush even more.

“God Amélie,” Sombra looked up at the sniper. “You look great. Who’s a little piggy?”

“Me,” Amélie said. “I’m a little piggy.”

“And does the piggy want to get bigger?” Sombra asked.

Bigger.

Amélie could picture it all. Goring herself, every single day with delicious, fattening foods and chugging massive amounts of wine. Her stomach growing, becoming so big she would break the couch and possibly the floor. Being fed, getting belly rubs and not having a care in the world. She wanted it. She wanted it all.

“Y-yes,” Amélie answered. “I want to be bigger.”

“Hm,” Sombra’s fingers glided over Amélie’s stomach. “I don’t know.”

“P--please Sombra,” Amélie begged. “I want to get bigger. I need to get bigger. This is all I’ve ever wanted. And--I need your help.”

“It’s hard to say no to that face,” Sombra patted Amélie’s nose. “I’ll help you as long as you remain my fat, greedy, little piggy. Got it?”

“Yes,” Amélie nodded. “Thank you. For everything. I’ve never felt this amazing before.”

“Well, I’m happy to help you,” Sombra crawled onto Amélie’s belly again. “It’s getting a bit late. I think we should stop for now.”

“Do we have too?”

“Oh my bloated beauty, don’t pout,” Sombra cooed. “You still need to sleep. In the morning, I’ll treat you to breakfast.”

“Okay,” Amélie relented. “Goodnight Sombra.”

“Goodnight Amélie.”

#Odd's Stories #Overwatch #Widowmaker #Sombra #weight gain #wg

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spysfreenot-verygreatoldfiction · 5 years

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The Strange Limerick Girl

Historical Drama

Chapter One behind the cut.

Chapter One: The Strange Cavan Man

Saturday, April 13, 1901

It was raining in Cork County creating a thick grey soupy fog so cold it chilled the flesh and froze the lambs resting against their mother’s thick, woollen sides. And the bleating babes, with their soft curls dampened by the mists, shuttled across the grassy hills and knolls tightly against their flocks, heading for shelter to get dry and warm.

The ground was slickened and the path muddy. Above the lone, struggling figure the sky was black as night and relentless with the freezing rain.

It was the moisture that caused consumption and deathly fever, but the young woman had no place to go for cover and she hadn’t time to tarry, her time was short and it meant the world to her to make it to the wharfs in Cork.

For days, she had travelled non-stop towards the city of Cork. Her only possessions were the bundle that she cradled lovingly in her arms and the steamship ticket in her pocket. It was her last desperate chance, a ticket to Canada, the land of opportunity and liberty, a land of freedom and choices.

Giving the land behind her a fearful glance, she sped up, her legs flying over the damp grass. They would come after her soon, following her. She knew what happened to those overcome by the matrons and she most certainly knew what would become of her precious bundle.

Dragging herself wearily over a stone fence, she landed in the mire of the path and slogged her way through it, finding the grassy bit in the middle more to her liking. As she looked over her shoulder again, her foot landed on the side of the mound of grass and slid off into the puddles of the path.

She slipped into the cold mud, and nearly toppled onto the child in her arms, but she turned at the last moment and managed to land on her hip. The fall had woken the dormant child and it began to wail at the weather.

By now the cruel rain had thoroughly drenched her thick black shawl and dark grey dress, and they hung from her body like a sheet of ice hanging from a line, her hair had fallen from it’s usual prim style and hung in front of her eyes. She was sure she looked a fright. Like some drenched kelpie come to land to wander the countryside.

Her teeth clacked together, and all she could do was sit on the cold path, the child mewing in her arms.

But what more could she do? She hadn’t even eaten herself, how could she nourish a baby? She was utterly exhausted and so cold.

Pulling her weary body over to a stone fence, she propped against it and awaited her death with eyelids that drooped low from exhaustion.

She had lost the time.

When she finally struggled to get her eyes open, she saw that an angel towered over her, sky blue eyes brightening the rain clouds overhead.

“Christ!” The angel exclaimed and knelt down to collect her in his arms.

She didn’t know how long she had been out.

Days, perhaps.

But when she finally opened her eyes, she saw that she was in a barren room, with an elderly woman fussing over her like a mother hen.

On the wall over the head of the bed was a large wooden cross, plain and simple for the plain and simple room. It was one of those Protestant abominations, barren of the Saviour.

The woman’s brown eyes lit up at seeing her awake.

“Roddy! Roddy get in here she’s comin’ to!” The woman called out softly to the other room.

The young woman’s fuzzy brain jolted awake. “Michaela? Where’s Michaela?” She asked with a mouth that felt like it was full of pebbles.

“Your baby child? She’s just grand.” The woman pointed to a pram in the corner. “I’m afraid all we had for her to sleep in was an old pram.”

The young woman relaxed visibly.

An older man with a large white moustache came into the room, his face handsome and birdlike. “What is it Cora?”

“The girl came to.”

Peering down at her, the man smiled warmly. “That she did. What’s your name then?”

“Helen Shaunnessy.” The young woman mumbled.

The woman pushed back into her view. “Hello there, Helen dear, I’m Cora McCormack and this is my husband Roddy. You had quite a night in the lane yonder.”

The man placed a pipe between his teeth, but left it unlit and merely chomped on the end. “Where do you hail from Helen?”

“Limerick.”

Cora slapped her husband’s shoulder. “Roddy! Don’t question the poor dear! She just woke up!”

Helen took this opportunity to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and rise up carefully, her head buzzing with a strange misty feeling. She placed her hand to her temple and closed her eyes. “If you don’t mind I’ll be goin’ now.”

Cora immediately moved to support her. “You’ll do nothin’ of the sort Helen Shaunnessy! Why you still have a fever and could have caught the consumption!” She guided Helen back into bed. “You just rest as long as you need. Roddy, perhaps you should tell Mr. O’Hara that the young lady is up.”

The man hooked his left thumb between his brace and his chest. “I don’t think I need to with you bellowin’ to blue hell. Besides that, she’s a good, strong girl from Limerick; she’s used enough by now to the consumption.”

Cora slapped his stomach sternly. “Don’t get shirty with me!” But there was a teasing laughter in her brown eyes as she glared at her husband.

Helen closed her eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the couple arguing.

When she opened them again the room was dark and silent.

Outside the night sky was speckled with a myriad of tiny lanterns, sparkling and winking among the dark inky clouds that rolled over lazily.

She wanted to close her eyes and fall back into her deep, untroubled slumber, but her urge to check on Michaela was stronger than her urge to rest.

It took all of her strength to open her eyelids and keep them wide and alert as she slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and struggled to sit up.

Her knees felt like they would buckle at any minute and her head throbbed terribly.

As she reached the pram, she peered over the edge and immediately felt sick. There was nothing but blankets and an old doll inside.

“Michaela?” She asked, a tone of desperation in her voice, as she pushed aside the blankets and threw the doll onto the floor with a thud. “Michaela?” On panic strengthened legs she flew from the bedroom. “Michaela!” She screamed and nearly fell over as she came to a dead halt in the kitchen.

There lying calmly in the arms of Cora McCormack was her daughter. Feeling rage and a strong motherly urge to protect her young, she raced forward and snatched her child away from the woman.

Cora gasped as Helen tore her child from her arms and held her to her chest possessively.

“What are you doing to her?” Helen shrieked and scuttled into a corner.

Cora stood up. “I were only feedin’ her child.”

Helen cupped Michaela’s cheek in her hand and wrapped the blanket around her snugly.

A form shifted on the worn old green sofa and a man sat up to stare at the crazed young woman in the corner.

Roddy came out from his bedroom, scratching his white head in confusion to find the lot of them, he looked like they had woken him from a deep sleep. “What’s all the noise about then?” He asked.

“Nothing,” Cora assured her husband, “I only gave the child a fright is all. Sorry dear.”

Helen shifted uneasily in the corner like a caged animal and hugged her infant to her all the tighter.

“Christ she came flying out of there like a banshee.” The man observed with a devilish grin as he gracefully pushed himself off of the sofa and towards the table.

“Scared me half to death,” Cora added with a nervous chuckle, clutching her chest.

The strange man alighted himself at the tiny wooden table beside Cora.

Roddy continued to stand in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the frame casually.

Cora held the bottle out to the strange girl from Limerick. “You can feed her before it gets cold. Then come sit here and have some biscuits.”

Helen snatched the bottle and placed it to Michaela’s lips, the infant greedily began to drink making rather loud sucking sounds. It was then that Helen felt all three pairs of eyes on her. She looked up through her eyelashes, watching the soft look Cora was giving her and felt ashamed of her mistreatment of the kindly old couple. After all they hadn’t really done anything to her, but take her in and care and feed her child.

Her undetected gaze swept over to the unknown man who now sat comfortably chewing on an unlit pipe. His sharp blue eyes watched her thoughtfully, returning the gaze as though he saw her eyeing them through lowered eyelashes.

“Where’re you traveling to?” The man asked, breaking the sounds of Michaela’s drinking. His voice was elegant sounding, like one of the men in suits that stood outside of the theatres and spoke of literature.

“Cork.” She answered softly.

Cora patted the empty chair beside her. “Come sit here dear, you look worn right through.”

Helen hesitated, but her knees continued their threat to fail her, so she cautiously made her way over and settled on the chair lightly, ready to bolt at any minute.

“Roddy, you want this chair then?” The man barked out, still eyeing Helen.

The older man seemed to get offended. “My hair may be white, but I’m still fitter than a boy of eighteen.”

At this the man grinned.

“Why are you going to Cork dear?” Cora inquired.

Helen looked up. “I’m boarding a ship there.”

“Where to?” It was Roddy’s turn to interrogate her.

“Canada.” She replied, then thinking they would want to know why she added. “My husband is waiting for me on the prairies. He owns a farm there.”

“You’re traveling the great ocean voyage on your own, with a baby?” Roddy demanded gently.

“Yes.” She said.

“That’s not a safe journey for a man to make alone, never mind a woman and child.” Cora stated and stood up to grab a plate of cold biscuits from the counter. She set them before Helen and offered to take the empty bottle.

Helen gave her the bottle and gently patted Michaela’s back. “I can make it.”

“You barely survived the journey to Cork.” The man pointed out.

Who was this man to doubt her ability to take care of herself? She glared at him.

This only seemed to amuse him greatly as he leaned back in his seat, eyes sparkling with delight and lips pulled into a crooked grin.

Cora looked up at her husband. “Roddy? Could I have a word with you?”

He furrowed his brow. “No.”

“Roddy.”

He gave in with a sigh and turned back into his bedroom.

Cora stood up to follow him. “Don’t worry dear, we’ll be right back. Mr. O’Hara, please excuse us for a moment.”

The man nodded.

As soon as the door closed behind Cora, Helen turned her attention back to looking at Mr. O’Hara -as he apparently was known- through lowered eyelashes. He was neither handsome, nor ugly, but had high cheekbones and a pole straight, fine boned nose that ended in a sharp looking point. His jaw line was sharp and clean-shaven and his chin pointed. His lips were thin and his eyebrows arched with a graceful flourish. In fact he was so plain that he seemed unholy and Helen decided that she could easily consider him handsome.

She looked at his deep black hair cropped short and slicked back with a few strands out of order lying in his eyes like a young boy’s. His hair immediately reminded her of a raven’s plumage, the colour so deep it seemed to have a blue tint in the light.

What an odd looking man, she thought to herself. Hauntingly beautiful, but plain in all its simple forms, would have been the best description.

The fingers that held his pipe were long and tapered, with knuckles that were slightly knobby as though he had been in far too many fights. Whenever his hand moved the sinews on the back rippled like the ebbing of the tide.

Her moment of examining Mr. O’Hara was broken by Michaela belching loudly. Wrapping the baby up again, Helen placed Michaela in her lap and chanced to look up directly at Mr. O’Hara.

He seemed like a wax figure that came to life as her eyes touched him and he nudged the plate of biscuits closer to her. “You should eat something.”

He really didn’t have to tell her twice, she scooped up a biscuit and began to gnaw at it.

“Do you ever light that then?” She inquired between mouthfuls, watching him clamp his teeth down on the mouthpiece of his pipe.

“I used to. Seems there was a time when frivolities like this were many and easy to come by.”

She frowned and stole another biscuit.

The door to the bedroom opened and Cora came scurrying out followed by her agitated looking husband. He looked like a man who had foolishly fought with his wife and lost, for his hands were shoved deep into his pockets and his mouth was drawn in a strict line.

“Mr. O’Hara?” Cora asked as she came to the table.

“Aye." His gaze finally left Helen and turned to the elderly woman.

“You were going to Cork yourself, right?”

“Aye.” He looked like a man who had fought with his wife and lost.

It was raining in Cork County.

Not that it made any difference as Helen was strictly forbidden to do anything interesting until her strength was regained.

Since Cora McCormack -damned her meddling soul- decided that Mr. O’Hara would be the perfect escort to deliver Helen and Michaela to Cork’s docks, Helen was placed under a glass dome and force fed until there was a distinct rosy hue on her cheeks. Michaela was the luckier of the two; she complained loudly when she was done her meal in a bottle and got to interest herself with taking rather long naps.

It turned out that Mr. O’Hara was a travelling fiddler, and played better than the devil. He could take a simple tune and turn it into a lacy concerto. He wasn’t a terrible singer either; his voice was soft enough that it crooned in a very gentle and haunting way.

Thankfully Mr. O’Hara found it in his heart to play and sing for them, entertaining all in the slow evenings that befell the tiny cottage somewhere on the road to Cork. Helen had immediately taken a liking to his voice; it was the way he sang, with so much emotion and heart. Trembling in a fine tenor when the songs turned sorrowful, and then rising high and proud when the songs were playful. On nights when he sang, she would manage to get the seat closest to him just to hear the song better. She stopped doing that when he had found another way to tease her by poking her with his bow whenever he hit his low notes.

To eliminate the boredom, Cora had taken it upon herself to teach young Helen how to read passages from the bible. But Helen didn’t seem to care much for the good book, and she already knew how to read a bit. So she made her own entertainment by slipping in the odd dirty word where it could be easily mistaken causing Cora to smile serenely and correct her. For really, what else could she do? She was a woman of a calm patience.

During the day Helen and Cora would do simple housework for a simple cottage, and Roddy and Mr. O’Hara would disappear into the village to return in the evenings.

Helen wanted to ask where they went, for they didn’t smell of the drink, so it couldn’t have been the tavern and they didn’t seem to work anywhere. But they would come in smiling and joking with each other, stomping the mud from their boots and making a ruckus loud enough for the Russians to hear in cold Siberia.

Roddy would go to his worn old wing chair to rest and Mr. O’Hara would clamp his teeth down on his unlit pipe and say to Helen ‘there’s a good Irish girl, making a meal for the men’.

Helen would glare at him with pure malevolence.

And Mr. O’Hara would simply get that devilish look in his eyes and offer to help her saying ‘ah well, since you asked so politely I guess I could lend you a hand or two’. And he would set about making the biscuits.

Once Roddy piped up saying ‘You’re meddlin’ with a spitfire Jack, You’ll get burnt’, but Mr. O’Hara just got that roguish look about him and smiled his crooked smile.

The night before they had to leave for Cork, Mr. O’Hara and Roddy came in laughing and joking as always.

Roddy went to his chair and settled down comfortably for a small nap before supper.

Mr. O’Hara stood beside the table as he always did with his unlit pipe in his hand. He never even got a word out when Helen turned to him and slammed the kitchen knife down on the table between them.

“Do it yourself then!” She exclaimed and stormed off into her room.

Roddy and Cora looked at Mr. O’Hara waiting for a reply.

He merely clamped his teeth down on his pipe and grinned.

Later she was coaxed from her room by the wonderful scent of beef stew and reluctantly journeyed into the kitchen.

There standing over the pot was Mr. O’Hara. He said nothing to her, but smirked as she meekly offered to help Cora make the biscuits.

Cora pulled Helen into a tight embrace and cooed in her ear. “You travel safe, child, and have good weather on the seas.”

Helen nodded. “Right.”

The older woman was near tears. “And you take care of yourself over there, ‘tis wild country and you never know what sort lives there.”

“Thank you, Cora.” Helen said and received another crushing hug.

Roddy stood solemnly, speaking to Mr. O’Hara in a quiet tone and nodding his head; he saw Helen looking at him and motioned her over.

Helen shifted Michaela in her arms and walked over to Roddy as Mr. O’Hara passed her to thank Cora for the hospitality.

“Listen, child, I’ve been told tales of Canada. You make damned sure that your husband has a strong back and is willing to work up a few calluses.” His eyes softened slightly from their usual hardness.

Helen nodded. “Right.”

He slipped an envelope into her free hand. “You’ll need this.”

“Right, sir. Thank you.”

Mr. O’Hara came to stand beside them. “Well, Mrs. Shaunnessy, we best be going now.”

She nodded only slightly reluctantly. “Aye.” Somehow, staying with the McCormack’s seemed like something she could do willingly. But no, she couldn’t take advantage of their hospitality.

But God, how she wanted to.

She wanted to stay on, living in that simple cottage, with the simple Protestant crosses and listen to Mr. O’Hara play his fiddle at night.

It could have been her own personal heaven after she’d been through hell.

Instead, she bravely tightened her gentle hold on her daughter and started off, trailing Mr. O’Hara.

She knew she would never be back, but years afterwards, in times of trouble and worry, she would always dream of that warm cottage in the county of Cork.

The road to Cork was long.

Mr. O’Hara carried his fiddle case in one hand, a carpet bag filled with a few of his own belongings in the other and a small valise filled with old clothes that Cora had given to Helen tucked under his right arm.

Helen herself carried Michaela and was beginning to feel the deep throb in her aching feet.

There were no words passed between them until Mr. O’Hara glanced over at her. “Now, why would your husband want to be living in Canada?” He asked suddenly.

Helen was shocked at first by his abrupt inquiry. “It’s the land of opportunity.” She said, and then elaborated. “A man can buy one hundred and sixty acres of government land for ten dollars. There are jobs there for the poor man and room enough to breathe.”

“Suppose a man like myself went to Canada with nothing but a fiddle?”

She looked over at him and had to look up a bit as he was a full head taller than her. “You’d be a rich man in a month.”

“Sounds too good to be true.” He said sceptically.

Helen’s eyes widened. “Oh, but there are so many opportunities there, Mr. O’Hara! You could start yourself a farm, or fruit orchard, or even work in a mine. I hear there’s gold in Canada.”

He furrowed his brow in thought.

They were silent for quite a ways, when Helen felt the need to rest.

“Mr. O’Hara, sir?”

“Aye?” He asked, still clearly in deep thought.

“Could we stop a bit? My feet are hurting something terrible.”

He nodded and motioned towards a stone fence on the side of the path.

Helen settled down on top of it. “Are you from Cork, Mr. O’Hara?” She smoothed her dress about her knees primly. “It’s hard to tell with that rich man’s accent of yours.”

Smiling crookedly, he shook his head and leaned against the wall beside her. “No.”

She arranged the blanket around Michaela to keep her warmer. “Where are you from?”

“Ballyjamesduff.” He replied. “Is that true about Canada? The opportunity?”

“Aye.”

He nodded slowly, returning to his pensive silence.

“Is that in county Cavan?” Helen inquired, returning to their previous conversation.

“Aye.”

They were silent once more.

The tavern was busy, full to the brim and noisy enough for three factories. Mr. O’Hara motioned to a back table, and they both slumped down with sighs of relief.

A delicate red headed barmaid glided over with a graceful sashay and smiled brightly at them. “What can I get you then?”

“What do you suggest?” He inquired, returning the smile.

She looked him over appreciatively. “In this pub? The stew is fairly downable.”

Mr. O’Hara nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Right then, stew it is.” He glanced over at Helen and found her staring intently at the table, clearly not ordering. Taking in her state he pursed his lips. “Make it two bowls of stew for us, a glass of water for the girl and a pint for me.”

Helen looked up with intense eyes.

“Right.” The barmaid swayed off through the smoky crowd.

“I’m quite capable of ordering for myself.” Helen stated firmly, her mouth scrunched into a sour scowl.

Mr. O’Hara pulled out his pipe and leaning back on the chair, clamped it between his teeth. “You didn’t look as if you were going to.”

“I weren’t.” She said.

“Now what kind of low lying man would I be, if I sent a girl and her baby on a ship to Canada with empty bellies?” He leaned his chair back on two legs, resting against the wall behind him. “God knows you aren’t going to eat much over there. They’re lean and hungry fellows over in Rupert’s Land.”

She continued to glare at the people around them. “I cana pay you.”

“Where I come from this called an act of generosity.”

She smirked wickedly. “You’re from Cavan, Mr. O’Hara; people there are cheap and cruel.”

He barked out a short laugh. “Well, I’m not sure about that, Mrs. Shaunnessy.”

They were silent for a moment, listening to the noise around them with attentive ears.

“Why are you here in Cork, Mr. O’Hara?” Helen asked, trying to make peace.

He pulled his pipe from his mouth. “I’m here for a job.”

“Doing what?”

His left eyebrow raised in an amused gesture. “Whatever I can.” He glanced over at the barmaid who stood near the bar smiling at him. After a long while of watching her, he turned back to Helen. “What does your husband do?”

“He’s a farmer.” She replied slowly.

Mr. O’Hara nodded. “Of what?”

“Do you really care? Or is this just a filling of empty silence?” She really hated small talk.

His ever-smirking face faltered. “I was only trying to be nice.”

She bit her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Mr. O’Hara. I’m a lil’ nervous about the voyage.”

They were silent for a moment, observing the activity around them with jaded interest.

“Helen.” He stated suddenly. “That’s a curious name.”

“It’s from that Greek story. Helen was the most beautiful woman in all of Greece.” Michaela mewed and Helen stroked the top of her head to calm her. “Men went to war over her. My brother told me that.”

At this Mr. O’Hara beamed. “It seems men will do anything for a pretty face.”

She didn’t mean to giggle, but it escaped her lips and she immediately sobered.

He caught it though and looked rather smug. “Ah, so she does smile.”

Helen looked at him reproachfully. “Everyone smiles, Mr. O’Hara, some more than others.”

At that he chuckled softly. “That they do, child.”

“What do you do, Mr. O’Hara?” She inquired, giving her baby a quick kiss on the top of her head. “I mean other than play your fiddle.”

He watched the mother and child with eyes of a tender nature. “I was a Professor of English at a private school for the privileged. The school closed and I found myself looking for a job. So I worked manual labour in a few places, a dairy farm, a carpentry shop, playing my fiddle in a dance hall, but they were merely temporary jobs.”

“Should I call you Professor O’Hara then?”

He chuckled again. “Ah no, child, I don’t want people to think I outclass them with a mere title.”

“But you earned your title; you should at least wear it with pride.” She argued.

He was about to reply, when their food was shoved under their noses. He chose, instead, to thank the barmaid politely and dig in.

Helen wasn’t finished though; she spoke in a voice that was hushed, but loud enough for him to hear. “I’m gonna call you Professor, even if I never get the chance to again.”

And that was the end of their conversation.

#The Strange Limerick Girl #Chapter One #wrote this one when i was about 22ish?

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golfnomad · 7 years

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Disappointment in the Delta

The last day of my recent Bay Area trip took me to the northeast part of the Bay Area. Perhaps it’s better known as the Sacramento Delta region, where the bay transitions into the rivers and sloughs near Stockton and Sacramento.

I had only been to this area once before, and one of those course (Roddy Ranch) has sadly closed since my visit. However, there are still a handful of other courses out there for me to experience, so I was able to check two (or was it three?) more off this list on Tuesday before heading home...

The Golf Club at Rio Vista • Rio Vista, CA • 11/7/17

My friend and I bought a voucher on Groupon that was a really good deal (2 players for $41 with no restrictions). The only trick was making sure we could play out here in the early morning. With winter approaching, Rio Vista is shifting to a daily 9:30 shotgun format during the weekdays.

Fortunately, we were able to contact the powers that be and ensure that we could go out earlier. As long as we were off the course by the time the shotgun started, we were clear to play. We teed off around 6:45 and were finished by 9:00, so it worked out perfectly for everyone. It was extremely cold in the morning, but luckily there was no frost. That might have been our only concern with trying to get an early round in.

Rio Vista is definitely out of the way, but it’s kind of in right between the North Bay, East Bay and Stockton areas. I just don’t know how much draw it has from any of those regions, though, because it’s so isolated amidst the Delta waterways.

Rio Vista is a Trilogy community that was master planned in the 1990s during the residential golf boom. The course was designed by Ted Robinson, Sr. and that will be easy to see in the pictures below. It had a very “familiar” look and feel with lots of water hazards and other typical Robinson features. I was joking that it was Robinson residential template #5 because it felt like so many other courses I have played.

The course runs through the community and houses may come into play from time to time. Water hazards can be found on a majority of holes, except for the par-3s, which is really strange on a Robinson course. Usually, he has at least one or two tricked-up par-3s with water features. A couple of the par-3s had small natural hazards in play, but certainly not the contrived Robinson style.

The 9th and 18th holes were more traditional Robinson signature finishers. They are both fun and challenging with those water hazards very much in play. The 19th is a dogleg left with water left and behind the green. The 18th is another dogleg left with a peninsula green. It requires a full carry over the water on your approach, and then there is water right of the green as well. I had kind of a blind second shot. I’m pretty sure I cleared the big water hazard in front, but may have caught the smaller one to the right because I never found my ball.

Though familiar in style, the layout at Rio Vista is solid. It offers enough challenge with so many water hazards and some OB along the houses, but is still pretty forgiving off the tee. The greens are large and have the undulations and shelves you would also expect on a Robinson course. There are some well-placed bunkers, as well. Just imagine parts of Tustin Ranch or any number of Coachella Valley Robinson courses picked up and transported to the Northeast Bay Area.

Where the real disappointment came was with the conditions. Rio Vista was not in very good shape from tee to green. I wouldn’t expect things to be super nice this late in the year, but you can tell this course has fallen on some tough times. It looks and feels run-down. The tee boxes were okay. The fairways were very spotty, especially on the front nine. There were a lot of big dead/muddy patches and it looked ugly. The back nine had slightly better coverage, but still had some issues. The rough was even spottier throughout the course.

The bunkers were odd. Some were fine and we even saw the guy dragging them in the morning. Then, about a third of the other bunkers were completely untouched and being reclaimed by nature (weeds, etc.). There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason as to which bunkers were left to die while others were still being maintained. Some seemed quite integral to the hole designs, but were beyond repair. Meanwhile others that didn’t seem so integral were still being taken care of. It was strange and sad to see.

The greens were the lone bright spot in terms of conditions. They were soft and receptive, and the surfaces were well-maintained. They were rolling pretty smooth at medium speeds. It’s clear this is where they are putting the most effort right now.

Rio Vista is okay if you get a really good deal and you happen to be very close by. Otherwise, it is best avoided for awhile.

Some pictures from The Golf Club at Rio Vista (11/7/17):

After that round was complete, we headed south for our next destination in the Delta region...

Brentwood Golf Club • Brentwood, CA • 11/7/17

This course also went by The Golf Club at Brentwood name, and there is still a lot of signage around the course that displays that. However, the scorecard says Brentwood Golf Club and so does any of the more modern-looking signage, so I will stick with that as the current official name.

After a quick breakfast, we teed off around 9:30 as a twosome. We had used a GolfMoose voucher that was a decent deal. We saw steady groups going out ahead of us, so we knew it would be a slow round. We ended up joining the twosome ahead of us for part of the front nine (Creekside). Then, instead of playing what would be our normal back nine, we jumped over to the Diablo nine before coming back to the Hillside nine and finishing out. It was a lot of driving around, but it ended up saving us quite a bit of time overall as we intended to play all 27 holes anyway.

I should back up and note that Brentwood is a 27-hole facility. However, it is not necessarily a 27-hole course, at least not anymore. In fact, I’m actually having a very hard time deciding if this counts as one or two courses on my list.

If you go play there right now and sign on for a typical 18-hole round, you will play Creekside and Hillside. Diablo is basically considered a separate 9-hole course these days. Geographically, it makes sense because the Creekside nine does not come back to the clubhouse after the 9th hole. It leads right to the 1st hole of the Hillside nine, which ultimately brings you back in. The Diablo nine does a full loop that returns you back to the clubhouse.

Based on that, it’s clearly two different courses. However, the scorecard is set up like most other 27-hole courses that displays all three combination rotations. There are combo ratings/slopes for each pairing and there is no clear distinction that Diablo is a separate scorecard. All the signage on the courses and the scorecard itself refers to holes 1-9 of each course, not Hillside being holes 10-18 as they should be considered.

It’s all a bit confusing and I had the same dilemma at Whittier Narrows several years ago. I ended up only counting that as one course and I am probably going to end up doing the same at Brentwood. Until I know the scorecards and other elements are clearly distinguished as one 18-hole course and a separate 9-hole course, I can’t count them as two in good conscious.

Sorry for that, but these are things I think about. I hold a grudge against all 27-hole courses for various reasons, and Brentwood is one that adds an extra layer of frustration.

However you divvy up the 27 holes, it’s easy to draw comparisons between Brentwood and Rio Vista. Brentwood opened in 2000 and is another master planned residential course designed by none other than Ted Robinson, Sr. If Rio Vista is template #5, then Brentwood is #6. It also has the same familiar look and feel.

Hillside easily stood out as the most interesting of the three nines, followed by probably a tie between Diablo and Creekside. Each of those had a few memorable holes and a number of fairly forgettable designs. Hillside brings in a few slight changes in elevation and more distinctive holes than either of the other two nines.

Brentwood was in slightly better condition than Rio Vista, but it’s clear they’ve also had their own struggles here. Most of the white tee boxes were being overseeded, so they had us moved up with the reds on most holes and back with a blues just a couple times. I probably should have played blues if I had known that most holes were moved up, but oh well. I had fun playing a super short version of the course. I needed a confidence boost at the end of this trip!

The fairways were somewhat spotty, though much better than the really beat up ones over at Rio Vista. The rough was very inconsistent here. Some spots were bare hardpan, some spots were littered with gopher mounds and some sections features super deep, thick rough where you were lucky just to find your ball. In other words, it was best to stay on the fairways. The bunkers were rock hard and not good at all.

Again, the greens were the highlight. They were firm, yet receptive and rolling well at medium speeds.

Neither course played on Tuesday was all that enthralling or unique, especially if you’ve already played a lot of Robinson courses as I have over the years. They are fine enough for the right deal and you can’t expect much from the winter conditioning. If I had to pick one to recommend, it would be Brentwood by a slight margin. It had somewhat better conditions and an extra nine holes to play, though I would say Rio Vista is probably a slightly more interesting and challenging layout overall. Neither are worth that much attention.

Some pictures from Brentwood Golf Club (11/7/17):

Creekside

Hillside

Diablo

#The Golf Club at Rio Vista #Brentwood Golf Club #Bay Area Golf

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feyria · 7 years

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Round Two

It was the second time Leon found himself in Rodrick's bed- still intoxicated though but this time the incubus was asleep. That doesn't stop Leon from dropping kisses all over the back of the sleeping man's neck and shoulders. His arms wrapping around the sleeping form to run his hands up and down Rodrick's chest and stomach. Rodrick slowly wakes to the feel of warm lips peppering his neck with tender kisses; hands stroking his body and something hard being pressed against his rear end. Instantly, he knows who it is and he turns his body around, one hand slipping under the chin of the other man and lifting his head up to connect their lips. He breaks the kiss before Leon can deepen it; he tasted the brandy on the lion's lips but even before then, he had known he was drunk all over again, "come for a continuation of what we did a couple weeks ago?~" Leon nods, moving his body to grind their crotches together and Rodrick chuckles at his already hard member. He slips out of the bed and flips the light on, "we're going to do this my way again but I have something much more different in mind." Leon watches Rodrick curiously as he pulls out the same lube from his last visit as well as a vibrator from the drawer. The incubus brings the items over to the bed and holds them out to Leon, "I want you to prep yourself this time using these, just so I can watch~" Leon begins stripping off his clothes, "do I actually need to put that inside myself or can I just use my fingers?" Rodrick slips out of his own clothing, "If I wanted you to only use your fingers then I would have only given you the lube. You came here for round two right? Artificial or not, a penis is still going inside you tonight." Leon seems to think that makes sense because he takes the vibrator. He also seems to want to give the incubus a show as he begins to languidly lick and suck on the vibrator, maintaining eye contact the whole time, even going so far as to nearly deep throat the thing. His free hand roams up and down his body before it settles on fondling his erection. Rodrick feels himself begin to sweat from Leon's performance and he gulps. He knew the lion was drunk but he never dreamed he would be this sensual. Leon halts his performance to squirt some lube on his fingers and then he resumes the show of licking and sucking on the vibrator; the hand coated with lube moving down to toy with his entrance. Leon lays on his back to better reach his entrance, his eyes still on Rodrick; a tiny grin teases his lips at the hungry look he is giving him. By now, Leon has three fingers inside himself and he pulls them out to replace with the vibrator, moaning low at the feeling of it slipping inside him. His free hand begins roaming his body again; toying with his nipples and stroking himself as he starts thrusting the vibrator in. Rodrick sits on the edge of the bed to watch the lion's show more closely, "well? The vibrator feels good doesn't it?" Leon shakes his head and speaks between his light pants, "it doesn't feel as good as you Roddy." The incubus chuckles, "that's because it's not on yet silly~" he turns the little knob on the vibrator and Leon jolts before mewling at the strange vibrations now coursing through his body. Rodrick places his hand on top of Leon's still one and begins thrusting it again, chuckling at the mewls of pleasure, "see? I bet it feels a lot better now doesn't it?~" Leon nods, "y-yes..it's strange but I..I like it. Can you make it stronger?" Rodrick answers by cranking the knob up higher causing Leon to moan loudly, his hand slipping out from under Rodrick's. Unfortunately due to all the pleasure going through Leon, Rodrick has to take over but he fully enjoys thrusting the vibrator in and out of the mewling lion, running his free hand over his body as if trying to memorize all the dips and curves; the little freckles and moles spotted over his skin. Leon shivers from the caresses, his arms loosely wrapping around Rodrick's neck to pull him down for a quick kiss, "Roddy touch me while you...fuck me with that vibrator...like you're trying to jerk me off." Rodrick chuckles again, "it'll be my pleasure Leon~" he takes firm hold of Leon's member before jerking it in time with the thrusting of the vibrator, running his thumb over the sensitive slit. Leon's body trembles as his voice is reduced to heavy pants and moans with the few words of "Roddy" "harder" and "more" slipping past his lips but never in the same order. Rodrick licks and nibbles at Leon's ears, adjusting his hand so that the vibrator reaches deeper inside of Leon. Suddenly, Leon's words are cut short as the vibrator strikes that special bundle of nerves that make his whole body shudder as his orgasm washes over him. Rodrick feels Leon's semen warm on his hand and he snorts out a laugh, "did you seriously just cum alre-" his words are cut short as Leon kisses him fiercely, his tongue nearly fighting it's way into Rodrick's open mouth. Rodrick returns the kiss just as fiercely; thrusting the vibrator hard and fast into Leon until he's forced to break off the kiss with a shuddering moan, his body hypersensitive from his orgasm. Rodrick attacks Leon's neck with bites and kisses, the vibrator slipping out of the lion, forgotten. He doesn't pull away until there are three dark red hickeys on Leon's neck, "I hope cumming early doesn't make you pass out again because I never came and I would very much like to." The dazed lion nods, "You read my mind Roddy...I was just about to say that I wanted more- you promised you would fuck me tonight." Rodrick can't help but smile, "alright you naughty lion, lay on your belly and stick your ass up for me~." Leon rolls his eyes but does as he's told, his tail swaying lightly. Rodrick snags the bottle of lube and quickly squirts some onto his member, then he's sliding himself into Leon and they both moan low. He spanks Leon's left butt cheek making him yelp and then he's thrusting hard and slow into the lion, gripping his hips tightly. Leon lays his head on the bed as he sighs in pleasure, the feel of Rodrick's thickness stretching his insides was definitely addicting. Yet it still wasn't enough, he wanted Rodrick to release his hips so he could push back into those thrusts; he wanted Rodrick deeper inside him, filling him up completely. He turns his head to face the incubus, "Roddy can you..mmng let go of my hips? I want...I need you deeper inside me but I want to..do it myself." Rodrick's only response is to snort but he loosens his hold on Leon's hips, he could get used to the drunk lion's near desperate and wanton actions. Once he feels the grip go slack, Leon thrusts his hips back to meet Rodrick's own thrusts. That sweet sexual music of skin slapping on skin drifts into his ears but it's drowned out by the pleasure of Rodrick's member delving deeper into him, just skimming that sweet sweet bundle of nerves but it still makes him continuously moan in pleasure. Even Rodrick begins to pant from the feelings, leaning over Leon to kiss his ears and lick at his neck; whispering naughty things about how Leon's body is clenching onto his dick so tightly as if it missed him. Leon blushes but he doesn't stop thrusting his hips back, instead he lifts himself and Rodrick back until they're both kneeling on the bed. Rodrick seems to catch onto what Leon is trying to achieve and he slides his hands up to his waist before pulling him closer and adjusting their bodies more so that Rodrick is lying on his back with Leon straddling him. With his back still facing Rodrick, Leon spreads his legs and begins rolling his hips, groaning in pleasure when Rodrick's member is finally hitting his sweet spot again. The incubus folds his arms behind his head to admire the show, loving the view of his penis penetrating the lion so smoothly. He runs his hands over Leon's body, making the lion tremble slightly. He smiles, "feeling really good huh Leon?" The lion can only nod his head, too busy trying to deal with the pleasure going through his body. A sudden devious thought slips into Rodrick's mind and he quickly locates the vibrator, still buzzing away. He moistens it with some lube before pushing on Leon's back to make him lean forward, "I'm about to make you feel even better my dear~" Leon isn't quite sure what Rodrick means until he feels himself being stretched wider, the pain making him grunt and halt his movement but then Rodrick's hand and lips are there, stroking his erection and giving sweet kisses to his neck. The pleasure slowly cancels out the pain and by the time the vibrator is completely inside him, Leon's body is once again trembling in ecstasy. Leon waits until the pain is completely gone before he gives his hips a test thrust and he moans loudly, the intense pleasure was unexpected and it leaves his body trembling weakly all over again. Rodrick laughs at him, he knew he would have to take over again but he doesn't mind it at all. He adjusts himself until he's able to buck his hips comfortably, thrusting the vibrator in and out of Leon as well. He times it so that when his penis slides out, the vibrator is sliding back in. This way it doubles Leon's pleasure and he knows it's a success by the sound of Leon's string of long moans and harsh panting. Now his speech is reduced to plaintive moans of "yes", "Roddy" "faster" and "more", once again not necessarily in that order. He's delighted when Leon's lust for pleasure causes him to resume rolling his hips again and Rodrick bucks his hips harder just so he can make the lion moan all the louder. Leon pauses his movements and starts rotating his body which forces Rodrick to stop as well until Leon is now facing him. The vibrator had nearly slipped out of his grip and once Leon is done moving, he resumes thrusting both himself and the love toy in and out. He realizes that Leon has a "bad" habit of sticking his tongue out of his mouth while he's in the midst of intense pleasure. Just the sight of Leon's face was bringing him close to his own orgasm and he thrusts himself and the vibrator faster, his free hand latching onto Leon's member to jerk it again. Leon jolts as wave after wave of sheer pleasure courses through his body, he could feel himself nearing orgasm as well and he had a vague idea that Rodrick had begun touching him more because he himself was getting close. Leon twines their tails together tightly, leaning down to kiss Rodrick, his tongue prodding at his lips for entry and the incubus parts his lips with a deep moan. Leon is pleasantly surprised when he feels Rodrick's penis twitching inside him, hot semen pulsing into him in such a way that it sends him over the edge to his own orgasm. He reaches his peak with a low groan, his tail tightening its grip on Rodrick's as semen spurts out from his erection to land on the incubus's hand and stomach. Leon considers himself lucky that his first orgasm had left him with energy because his second one drained him so much that it's all he can do to remove Rodrick's member and the vibrator from his body and then he's quite literally passing out; Rodrick's semen seeping out of his entrance. Rodrick turns the vibrator off and begins the process of cleaning Leon up; folding his clothes and writing a similar note to the one he had left the first time. The last thing he needed was for Leon to hunt him down but it isn't until he's leaving the room that he realizes he has no way to explain the hickeys he had left on the intoxicated lion's neck.

#text #yaoi #ocs #loose cannon #incubus #mild furry maybe?#alcohol

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