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khattikeri · 2 months
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"then I pray to never rest in peace" is without fail THE craziest line in tgcf. one million words and eight volumes and eight hundred years of unwavering devotion, and then hua cheng hits xie lian and the reader with THAT. i still haven't recovered from the first time i read it
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keriarentikai · 3 months
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for a rec that's not me going 'eheheh weird scifi crossover' is stratisphyre's what builds a home, which might be on the short side for your projects but I do love AUs where Meng Yao is still made of knives and teeth but they're directed in more...constructive directions. also unfridging Meng Shi.
I am 100% obsessed with Stratisphyre's everything and all fics by them that I haven't podficced yet are only a matter of time
There are a handful of authors who I genuinely trust to both a) write a good story well and b) not write stuff that may still be excellent but is at least a little upsetting to me personally. Stratisphyre is extremely on that list, that's actually why their fics were the first ones I ever did ice-cold reads for. Now I won't read any of their fics I haven't read yet, to save them for ice-cold reads.
I do try to, like, take breaks and read authors other than just Stratisphyre? But I can't stay away for too long and it just so happens that 'what builds a home' is next on my Stratisphyre ice-cold read list!
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kerikaaria · 2 years
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I've been getting quite a few new followers lately o.o thank you and welcome! I apologize that at the moment, I have been not uploading stories lately. I do hope to get back into it soon! Please bear with me in the meantime 💜
You can message me for the link if you'd like to join my discord! It is the easiest way to get ahold of me :)
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damazcuz · 10 months
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You: Cuno, you're small, and you have very little money, so I can imagine the kind of stress you're under. Cuno: Right pig! Cunos not small! Cuno's huge! Cuno's the largest thing out of Revachol! Cuno is Martinaise's main export! Shopkeeps can't keep Cuno on the shelves! Cunoesse: You tell him Cuno! You're not small! Cuno: C! He's got to learn that Cuno's big! Cuno's got sold out shows all over the world! Even in the Pale! Cuno fucks with that Pale shit! And he stacks paper! Cuno stacks ORANJE papers! To the ceiling! Kim Kitsuragi: Oranje currency is not worth much. A stack to the ceiling could potentially pay a month or so of rent at one of these... fine apartments. Cuno: Right! And Cuno stacks that! Cunoesse: He stacks it, you bino faggots! You: Kim, it sounds like he stacks a lot of paper. Kim Kitsuragi: The detective sighs. New thought: Anything But the Metric System
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lethalchiralium · 1 year
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taylor swift fucking sucks non of the cod military men would even go near her stupid fucking gross music so shut ur stupid mouth and either play one of the games or stop writing this bullshit ooc trash
yikes buddy. you weren’t held by your parents much as a baby, were you? let’s break this down on a piece you WILLINGLY READ. if you don’t know what that means, that means there was a READ MORE. you have to click that buddy. let’s begin.
a) you don’t need to like taylor swift. i wasn’t shoving it in your face to like her, but to just read lyrics. whether or not i like her is my business and i’m willing to share it because i like her older music, that doesn’t mean i’m forcing you to like her.
b) oh and how would you know what the COD men listen to, hm? have you MET anyone from the military? have you MET normal people? a lot of people like one song by taylor swift, they don’t have to be fans. also, it was quite literally stated that he didn’t like taylor swift. i’m surprised you glossed over that.
c) you are literally telling a girl to shut up on the internet. hurray. did you want a prize?
d) oh i do play the games. have been since i was a kid. i have all of them on both of my ps4 and ps5 systems. i don’t need to put my gamer tag down to feel validated by you.
e) i’m sorry, how many reading times did you skip out on in elementary school? i’d love to know.
also, i do what i want. this is MY blog. this is MY writing, you have no say as to what i do. if you don’t like it, i don’t need you to read any of it. i have enough support from other people who LIKE what i write. i’m not gonna stop because a punk like you thinks the world revolves around you.
dm me if you’re brave enough. which you’re not.
have a good day. if you don’t, that’s not my problem.
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thegodthief · 5 months
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To summarize today's work events:
Coworker: "Hi, Friend 😇, would you do me a favor and ..."
Me: "Nope."
Coworker: "Boss 😥, Keri is bullying me with her hostility by not being a team player!"
Me: "Yup. Show me on the organizational chart where I'm assigned to be someone's bitch."
Boss & Coworker: 😮
Me: "Thank you. If you'll excuse me, I am returning to my assigned duties. The Help Desk is that way."
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frecklydork · 2 years
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i didnt think he’d remember me after 9 months of not buying a cameo from him but he LIT UP SO BRIGHT and said “keri my friend keri!!!! i missed you!!! im going to send you a message, i want us to actually chat together, i really want to hear from you what your favorite fixit episodes are. i can’t wait to tell you mine! i want to make you feel better, reach out to me as soon as you can” i am fucking SHAKING i am going to fucking have a full live conversation with mitchell whitfield about TRANFORMERS?????
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jacobgregg · 2 years
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If anyone can hear this... My name is Jacob Gregg... I’m from Earth-616... I was sent to this world by this “Keyblade...” It told me to find a boy named Sora. If anyone out there hears me, send me your light, as mine is fading into the darkness...
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marsoid · 8 months
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How do Sawyer and Mitch feel about each other? How do they feel about each others friends/partners?
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my little cousin mitchell???? i think he looks up 2 me. hes always copyging me lol i was the weird gay cousin FIRST just sayn
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u came out aftr me dumass
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leme guess ur gonna be trans like me too lolol
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y wud i want 2 b trains trnas trans
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bc u want to be just like me ^_^ just like wen u bleached ur hair like me
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fuk u saywer u helpd me bleech it
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Aw, Mitch that's kinda cute!
= 🌸 𝓚𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 🌸 joined the chat =
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hi all :) whats up?
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HI KERRY ^__^ <3 just talkin abt how mitch copies everythgn i do hehe
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hi kery wtf no idotn stop sayng that
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Hi Kerry!
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XD nothing wrong with wanting to copy your cool older cousin! <33
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Yeah, Mitch! Sawyer seems really cool!
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😎!
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I SEEM COOL 2
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You are cool, too hahaha 💕
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tjank u
how do u do the litle hart picture
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...The emoji??
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im gonna go pick up some boba. yall want anything?
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HELL YEAAAA i luv taro boba ill come wiht u!
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fuk no
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Earl Grey milk tea! If that's ok!
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you got it <3
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joey
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You want a taro boba too, huh?
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yeas…….
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bulkhummus · 11 months
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dr jones is a simp
based off some chats w/ keri
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wardenparker · 10 months
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Couch for Four
Dave York x Carol York x female reader x Quinn McKenna Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: General audiences, but this blog is always 18+! Word Count: 6k Warnings: MMFF poly fam established in the fic Table for Four . Just a lil bit of fluff about PMS/PMDD. Talk of menstruation and some folks day dreaming about possible future pregnancy. Just a whole lot of fluff and Super Care Taker Dave.  Summary: When your PMS kicks in early and angry, Dave steps up to make sure you’re taken care of and comfortable. Which includes making sure Carol and Quinn are in on the plan.  Notes: I’ve been dealing with horrible PMDD for an entire two weeks now and Keri is an angel who helps me daydream about being taken care of when I feel bad. That’s all, that’s what is here. Pure self-indulgence. 
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It started last night, which was inconvenient but not the end of the world. Quinn was out with Carol last night and Dave was having Daddy-daughter night with his kids, so you had curled up on the couch and eaten a parsed together dinner of sad, small amounts of various leftovers, a half a Taco Bell quesadilla, a bowl of that amazing soup from the bistro down the block, and the rest of that bag of kettle corn from the vendor at the farmer’s market. It was by no means gourmet, but there was no one there to witness it so you just popped on Dirty Dancing Havana Nights for the eightieth time because you don’t care if the sequel isn’t as good, you just like to watch Diego Luna dance. Last night was not a problem. It’s this morning that’s the problem.
No amount of coffee in the world can bring you back to human when PMS wallops you out of nowhere like this, so your makeup feels painted on and your clothes feel too tight in awkward places. The breakfast sandwich that you ate on the drive to the office has somehow only made you more hungry and that has you unconsciously pouting at your desk in between phone calls and managing Dave’s many responsibilities.
You’re not getting as much done as you’d like to when you’re denying yourself the bottle of that new Sprite Lymonade – which you’ve become obsessed with – that you have stashed in the break room fridge with your name on it. You’re going to eat the goddamn salad you packed for lunch and not order a crab cake BLT and curly fries from the sandwich shop across the street for lunch. You’re going to get through work and be fine. You’re going to be normal. And only after accomplishing that will you allow yourself to go home and cry over more rom-coms and isolate yourself from your partners for a few days so they don’t worry about you.
When Dave walks into the office, he immediately knows that something is off-kilter with you. Instead of the bright, beautiful smile that signifies that you are excited to see him, your face is slightly sagging. Indicating that you aren't feeling the best and the wane, almost watery smile a dim ghost of your normal greeting. The double shot latte in his hand had been for him, but he sets it down beside your computer and smiles. "Good morning, sweetheart." He murmurs softly, figuring you might be battling with a headache or maybe even those head colds that seem to be running rampant around the office.
“Good morning.” In an effort not to have him worrying, you refocus on your computer like you’re already busy at work. “There is one phone message on your desk and you have a team meeting at 10. Any special instructions this morning?”
He frowns slightly, normally the first five or ten minutes of his day with you is spent chatting about more than instructions or messages. Something’s off with you and he wonders if you are upset that Quinn and Carol went out last night. “Nothing at all sweetheart, I know you have my schedule set for me.”
“Of course.” The electronic calendar containing his business obligations is meticulously micromanaged regardless of how crappy you yourself might feel.
“Are you alright?” He frowns slightly, shuffling closer as you pretend to be engrossed in the screen. “You aren’t upset I was with the girls last night, are you?”
“What?” It breaks your heart a little that he would even think that and you shake your head immediately. There aren’t many people in the office yet so you can reach for his hand and give a quick squeeze without fear of being spotted. “No. I’m just not feeling one hundred percent myself today. I’m fine, I promise.” That’s putting it mildly, unfortunately, but you’re a grown ass woman. It’s not like this is your first time with PMS.
“Okay.” Dave believes you, knowing that you aren’t one to lie to him. “If you need to go home, you know you can.” He doesn’t want you here if you need to be resting.
“I know.” He would never make you work if you needed to be home, probably much more lenient with you than he needs to be because he does care about you. But by the same token, caring about him is part of why you work so hard. “It’s…” There’s no use hiding anything from him. Dave York is not a man that anyone can keep secrets from. “It’s just…the usual.”
Frowning for a moment, his eyes drop down to the calendar and then he understands. “Oh.” He murmurs softly. “Okay. I understand.”
“Nothing to worry about,” you promise him. Even if it’s hitting early and hard this month, it’s still just the same old stuff that you’ve been dealing with since middle school.
He knows that’s not exactly true. Your periods seem to hit you more severely than Carol. She had explained it to him once, and Dave had been appalled that you had to go through that every month. So of course he would worry.
The fact that you have to leave your desk twice before his meeting to ride out a crying spell in the bathroom isn’t ideal, but hopefully he didn’t notice. The coffee he left you also seems to have heightened your anxiety, which only makes things harder, but it can all be managed. You worked at the fucking White House. You can handle anything. At least, that’s what you remind yourself when you’re staring at your own red eyes in the mirror on bathroom trip number three.
Dave kept his door open, watching as you leave your desk for the third time and he sighs. Standing, he walks out and to your phone to pick it up and forward the calls to his handset. Bypassing the need to have you screen his calls for him. It’s clear that this isn’t a normal day for you and he won’t treat it as such.
The blinking light on your desk phone when you get back again makes you frown, and you feel like you should be tucking your tail between your legs when you knock gently on Dave’s door and nudge it open. Apparently, you’ve been so out of it that you didn’t even realize it was cracked open. “Mr. York?” You’re formal because the other assistant in this section of the office is a busybody. “Is there a problem?”
Dave looks up from his computer and motions you to come inside. “Come on in and close the door, sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly so that only you can hear him. “No problem that can’t be fixed.”
“I’m sorry I had to step away again.” His door clicks shut behind you and you brace yourself for him to be upset or at least disappointed – which everyone knows is worse. But he is generally an understanding boss and he’s an attentive partner, so the best you can do right now is wait to find out if you’ve finally tested him too much and hope that that isn’t the case.
“You don’t need to be sorry.” Dave pushed back from his desk and pats his thigh. “Come here, sweetheart.”
The pinpricks behind your eyes are immediate, and before you can stop them they’ve boiled over into full-blown tears with messy, garbled “I’m sorry”s hiccuped in between. There’s just no way in hell that you can manage sex right now. Not emotionally or even physically – cramps having kicked in finally and joined that unwelcome cacophony of symptoms.
“Hey, hey.” Frowning, Dave immediately stands, rushing over to you to pull you against his chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” No clue why you started crying when he wanted you to sit on his lap, he’s a little alarmed at how you are reacting. Normally you love sitting on his lap at work, though he doesn’t want to have you sit on his cock this time.
“I just—I’m really sorry—” The game is now about keeping your voice down so Fran doesn’t hear you crying from outside the door. “I can’t today. I know it’s usually not a big deal but I just don’t feel up to it.”
“What?” He shakes his head, curling you into his chest a bit more. Protective of your feelings and wanting to provide you with comfort if you need it. “No, baby, I didn’t want sex. I just wanted to hold you. Nothing more.” He promises softly.
Good job dumb ass. The voice in your head chastises immediately, though you don’t move an inch from the safety of his arms. Always gotta assume the worst. “I’m sorry,” you murmur again, softer, this time apologizing for misunderstanding. “I guess I’m a little less myself today than I thought.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He had just wanted to hold you on his lap while he worked, but now he guides you over to the sofa in the corner of his office. “I have my sweats here. Do you want to get out of your tight skirt and pantyhose?” He offers.
It would be better. You know that. It would be so much more comfortable. Dave’s sweats and workout clothes are always soft and worn in, usually the kind of thing that you would jump at wearing if the situation arose. Carol does too, and sometimes you twin it in her husband’s clothes when you spend the weekend at their house. “That…” You’re nodding even as you protest. “That would be noticeable…I’ll just say I spilled coffee on my skirt, I guess.”
“You’re going to stay in here.” Dave tells you. “I’ve already set up the heating pad.” He uses it for when his back hurts or the ache and pains that come with his job, but he knows how much Carol depends on her heating pad during her periods. “And you can sleep or read or just watch me work.”
“I don’t understand.” Probably more than a little dense from all the fog of mood swings, you feel completely dumb when you just look at him like a lost puppy.
“You aren’t feeling good sweetheart.” One hand slides down to caress your stomach. “If you won’t go home, you’re going to let me take care of you.” He prefers that actually. “I have a drawerful of your favorite snacks and no more pressing meetings today.”
You really could cry all over again, both of your hands clasping over his on your middle. Sometimes you swear he gets moony over the idea of having more kids around, but he knows that’s not in your life plan any time soon. “You’re an angel, you know that right?”
“Gotta take care of my girl.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours. “If I don’t, Carol and Quinn will have my hide.” It’s more than just the other two being annoyed with him, he wants to take care of you. Wants to make sure that you know you are loved and supported. “You want one of those Sprite Lymonades from the fridge? You’ve been drinking a lot of them lately. I can go grab one while you change. Or some tea?”
“Those stupid sodas are so good.” Slumping a little against his side, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle quietly. “I really appreciate this, honey…” He knows you’re never off your mark like this at work. So much so that he had no idea your periods and the accompanying symptoms were this bad until Carol had told him.
“I’ve got you.” He promises, sliding his hand around to your back and squeezing you slightly. “You go change and I’ll get you all set up for your much needed day of rest.”
He strides out the door a moment later with confidence and you snatch your purse out from under your desk to be able to have your phone and book on the couch in his office. Dave keeps his spare clothes and gym clothes in the small cabinet under the windows of his government issued office and you slip out the nondescript gray sweatpants and t-shirt that Carol got him on vacation over a decade ago. Exchanging your own clothes for his is like being wrapped in a warm York-family hug and you tuck your heels in next to the couch with your purse so you can lie down. Your partner’s clothes, a heating pad, and a book. This is the closest to comfortable that you’ve felt in two days.
If people are surprised that Dave is in the break room, they don’t show it. Most often you grab his coffee, but he fishes out his wallet to grab a couple of dollar bills to feed into the machine. He knows you will fret about not taking care of him since this is your job but Dave is a believer that as your boss and your lover, it’s also his job to take care of you. He punches the button for your desired drink and listens to it rattle around before dispensing the bottle of cold lemon-lime soda.
The electric blanket is tucked neatly against you when Dave comes back in, and you offer him a soft smile and a "Thank you" for the soda. "I'm just going to shoot Quinn a text and then order your lunch, and then I swear I'm off duty for the rest of the day." What you're actually doing is canceling on Quinn for tonight, but you'll just tell him that you're under the weather. He won't mind – it's not as though you had anything really planned. It was more of just an agreement to meet up for dinner and then see where the night took you.
“Don’t worry about that.” Dave shakes his head. “I’ll order lunch.” He promises. “Now. Do you want Oreos, a Twix, a Snickers, or the pack of those chocolate chip cookies you like?”
"You have my cookies?" Not expecting that in the least, since you had discovered them originally at a gas station of all places, you pause in writing a message to Quinn and lift your head. "You tracked down my stupid convenience store cookies?"
“I tracked down your stupid convenience store cookies.” He grins, walking over to his desk and opening the bottom draw to pull out not one, but two packs of the cookies you couldn’t find anywhere else.
“Daaaave…” There are the tears again, barely pushed back as you take the packages from him and stand up to give him a tight hug full of gratitude. “You’re so good to me.”
“You deserve it.” He promises you, kissing your hair. “Now I want you to let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
“I’m all set.” The salad you brought will keep until dinner if you eat cookies for lunch, but that has to be some kind of nutritional balance, right? “Thank you honey.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He pulls out the blanket he sometimes uses when he’s too tired to go home late from a mission. Winking at you as he comes over to spread it out over you. “You just sit on your heating pad and look pretty.” He murmurs. “And cry if you need to. I won’t be mad about that.”
“Trust me, I won’t be able to stop myself from the way the day has been going so far.” You roll your eyes at yourself and give yourself permission to indulge in kissing him. It’s not like you haven’t done much worse on this couch, after all, but it means that you’re distracted enough to not hear Dave’s phone go off at his desk.
Once he kisses you and you are settled back against the cushions of the sofa, Dave makes his way back over to his desk. He picks up his phone and reads the text message from Quinn.
From SpaceCadet: Is she okay? She just canceled plans tonight. Said she wasn’t feeling well.
With your soda and your book you don’t even notice the way Dave’s face pinches when he looks down at his phone, finally letting your work brain turn off so you can just let yourself be distracted.
He glances over to you and starts typing out a reply. Having a bad day with her period. She’s been crying all morning. Got her camped out on the couch with a heating pad. Swing by her place and get a change of clothes and come to the house? I’m going to take her home.
From SpaceCadet: Copy that. Taking a half day and hitting the grocery store on my way there. Cooking for four or six?
Dave smirks at the reply, the girls love Quinn and he’s taken to them easily. Six. The girls are on a hot dog tear.
From SpaceCadet: Steaks for four and hot dogs for two. See you tonight.
There aren’t a lot of foods that Quinn has mastered but he can definitely feed kids and he makes a hell of a good steak. And since you had been showing him a thing or two or three in the kitchen he had really taken a new liking to cooking. So whatever he does, it’s almost guaranteed to be good.
Dave sets his phone down and glances back over to you to find you curled up with your cookies and soda, sniffing quietly as you read. It could be worse and he doesn’t want to smother you, so he turns towards his computer to knock out some emails.
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When the end of the day comes you’ve managed a nap and a few more chapters in the novel that Carol had lent you, and you sit up on Dave’s couch still feeling burnt out and heavy with sadness despite resting all day. “I think I’m going to tuck in over the weekend,” you tell him, knowing it would be longshot to get anything done at home. Laundry and feeding yourself at most.
“That sounds good, sweetheart.” Dave nods, closing his computer down and locking his desk drawers. “Quinn’s bringing you some clothes and we are going to just veg for the weekend. Low key, relaxed and you won’t have to lift a finger.”
“Did you just say…” It takes you an extra second, but when you look back up he’s smiling in that completely self-satisfied way that he has whenever he’s plotted a surprise or knows he’s fully exhausted and satisfied you in bed. The expression that is his own little pat on the back. “You’re not letting me go home to wallow in privacy, are you?”
"Should we?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Are you telling me that I should let you go home to be alone and be miserable, stuck in your own head? Or my idea of bringing you home and letting me, Carol, and Quinn dote on you and spoil you?" If you really wanted to go home and be alone, he would let you. He just wouldn't be happy about it.
There’s guilt in your frown, and you dig your toes into the little rug runner under his sofa with a sigh. “I don’t want to spoil anyone’s good time.”
"You aren't going to spoil anything, sweetheart." It's Dave's turn to frown as he shakes his head. "We will have a perfectly good time just relaxing together. Carol knows what you are going through and Quinn and I? Well, we are good boys who do what our girls want us to." He sends you a small wink. "Even running out for your cookies."
In under thirty seconds your frown has turned into a pout with the corners of your lips distinctly turned up as you cross the office to put your arms around him again. “Thank you, love.” He’s very good at making big gestures seem small, and the longer you’re together the more natural it’s all starting to feel. Even bringing Quinn into the equation had been surprisingly simple. “I just—you know I wouldn’t ask for it. But I’m grateful to have it offered to me.”
"We will do anything for you, sweetheart." Dave reminds you, his own arms wrapping around your back and he kisses your forehead. "What do you think about letting me drive you home? Leaving your car here for the weekend?" You might want to go somewhere, but he and Quinn could always come back and get it if you need it.
“As long as it’s okay with my boss,” you flash him a grin, knowing that he doesn’t have anything on his calendar that you have to worry about this weekend and you were planning on face planting on your couch. “It sounds extremely sweet and pretty wonderful, honestly.”
"Okay, let's get out of here." Dave shoots you a grin, happy he's getting his way and you are going along with his plan. You will be pampered and taken care of. Just like you deserve to be.
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Quinn and Carol’s cars are already in the driveway when you pull up to the house, and Dave parks in the garage beside his daughters’ bicycles. You’ve been having these family nights more often – all four adults together having dinner with his and Carol’s girls. Sometimes you’ll go to their recitals or watch movies with them all together, sometimes you’re just sitting at the kitchen table playing cards or board games while they do their homework. They’re used to you as their daddy’s assistant and friend, and now they’re used to Quinn, too. They tease you, of course, because Carol introduced him as Mommy and Daddy’s friend and your boyfriend, but it’s that cute kind of teasing that makes them giggle and sometimes ask if you’re gonna wear a big poofy dress when you get married one day. It’s harmless and sweet, and honestly you’ve really come to appreciate those moments of being a family together.
"Quinn promised to cook tonight." Dave tells you as he cuts the engine. "Steaks for us, so you know that Carol has whipped up some delicious sides and he probably bought a chocolate laden dessert."
“I owe you guys for this.” While you know that there is no point system – no one is keeping track of good deeds in this relationship the four of you have – you still know you’ll be doing extra little nice things for all of them to show them you’re thankful.
Dave scoffs but he doesn't answer, knowing that there is no point to it. Instead, he walks around the car and takes your purse and clothes from you. Keeping his hand on your back and chuckling. "Now that we are home, you can take your bra off."
“You bet your ass.” Both of you laugh and you let him sweep you into the house like a guest of honor instead of the frumpy pile of borrowed clothes and unsettled hair you are. A makeup wipe from your bag had washed away the careful face you applied this morning and while you do feel more human, you know you definitely look as tired as you feel.
"Honey." Carol immediately pops out of the kitchen, tutting and pouting at you as she sweeps in to wrap you up in a fierce hug. "You should have let Dave bring you home hours ago." She chastises you gently. "What do you need? The heating pad is already on the couch, or you can sit in the steam shower until dinner is ready."
“I’m okay,” you promise her instantly, accepting the tight hug and reminding yourself not to cry over how sweet she is. “I had the heating pad in Dave’s office all day and had a little nap while he worked. I just…” Sheepishly, you shrug a little in her arms and look around to find the girls nowhere in sight before you give Carol a kiss. “I just want to be around you guys.”
Carol pets your face, cooing against your lips softly. "We will take care of you." She promises, smiling as she pulls back. "Nothing better than two sexy men and me to dote on you when you are feeling yucky because Aunt Flo's being a cunt." She winks. "Pun intended."
“Unfortunately, she hasn’t even kicked in yet,” you laugh at the pun and let her steer you to a stool at the kitchen island. “This is just her pre show.”
"The show before the volcano." Carol winces and reaches out to rub your stomach. "I'm so sorry, love."
“I’ll be okay.” Another kiss can be stolen without too much fear, and you’re hugging her tightly when the glass door between the kitchen and the porch slides open. “Are they home? I thought I heard the car.” Quinn pops his head inside and looks around for a second before his eyes land on you with a sigh of relief. “Baby,” he sticks his lower lip out in a deep pout and immediately makes his way to your side to wind his arms around you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry you’re not feeling good.” Periods are the number one reason he’s glad he’s not a woman, and he remembers how hard his ex-wife had it when they were together but it seems like sometimes yours are even worse.
“I’m okay now.” Carol has stepped away to make room for Quinn and you hug him every bit as tightly as you hugged her. “I have the world’s best people to look after me.”
"I've got some steaks on the grill." He knows red meat is good for you during this time and he was determined to make it the best damn steak you've ever put in your mouth. "And I'm already determined to give you a foot massage later on."
"When Dave said you guys weren't going to let me lift a finger this weekend he really meant it, huh?" It never fails to make you smile, though, because you know that the love between the four of you is steady as a rock. "Thank you, baby."
“You’re welcome.” Quinn winks at you and grins. “You know that we would do anything for you.” He kisses you quickly and lets you go. “I can’t over cook the steaks or York will never let me live it down!” He calls over his shoulder as he rushes back out onto the deck.
"So how was work, love?" When you turn back to Carol at the stove, Dave has already put a cold drink in front of you and is setting the table on your other side.
“It was snotty noses and uncooperative shots.” She chuckles. “So a perfect day in my world.” She is stirring the mushroom risotto and turns to send you a happy smile. “No emergencies, so it was wonderful.”
"We love any day the pediatrician's office doesn't have to deal with broken bones, virus epidemics, or random bouts of pink eye." Carol's work always keeps her plenty busy, but she always comes out of it with a smile and you admire the hell out of her for it. "Thankfully the office was quiet today. Seems like the day was pretty okay for everybody but my uterus," you chuckle lightly.
“Your uterus is angry with you.” Carol hums. “Or maybe it’s angry at the two sexy men that continuously fuck you but never gives it what it wants.”
"You just want another baby around without having to give birth to it yourself." Which isn't such a bad thing, but you still laugh a little as you sip the water that Dave had put in front of you.
“Duhhh.” Carol laughs and shakes her head. “No, but maybe we can talk to one of my colleagues, see if there’s something that can be done.”
"About me having a baby?" The immediate confusion has you sitting up in your seat before your mind catches up with your mouth. "Ohhh...wait...you mean about my dumbass periods."
“Of course, honey.” Carol reaches for the heavy cream to stir it in slowly. “I know you aren’t to that point yet, but you don’t deserve to suffer every month.”
It isn't too unusual for the topic of kids to come up considering you're the only one of the four of you without a biological child, but you typically wave it off just like you are now. "Every several years I have to change my birth control, that's all. They help the symptoms for a while and then they don't, ya know? It's fine. I just clearly need to see my gynecologist again."
“Okay.” She frowns slightly but she won’t push. “If you want me to make some calls, you just let me know, okay? I can call in some favors.”
"I appreciate it." Unfortunately, you're one of those unlucky women that got dealt a bad hand when it comes to monthly symptoms and you're managing it the best you can. What is lucky is that you have three people who love you who are willing to bend heaven and earth to help. "For now I'm just thinking good food and good company is the way to go. Even if I'm not up to running around with the girls...I'm glad Dave set this whole thing in motion." Because you know it was him. This level of coordination smacks of Dave York's handiwork.
“Of course. You know Dave.” She smiles indulgently as she looks towards the door. “He likes to make a fuss and he would do anything for you. We all would.”
"I'd do anything for all of you." That is as earnest a promise as you can possibly make, and you would make it as many times as they needed for the rest of time. Dave's gone outside after setting the table, getting a few private minutes with Quinn before dinner, and you glance back at the glass door before turning to Carol with a grin. "Did you guys have fun last night? Quinn was really excited but he wouldn't tell me what he had planned."
“We did.” She smiles fondly and knows you will understand. “We relived a little bit of the golden days. He took me to a dive bar and then we got a hotel room and pretended it was our old dorms.”
"Oh, cuuute." They've enjoyed rekindling their college romance and it's been sweet to see Carol and Quinn in that sunny, lovey stage. "That sounds like a perfect way to have some time together. He was so excited, I'm glad you loved it."
“I just hate that you were having a miserable time while we were having fun.” She pouts softly.
"If I had called you would have dropped everything and then you would have missed out on Quinn's whole plan." You shake your head, reaching out to rub her shoulder gently while she pulls the pan off the stove. "This is better. We have no plans for the weekend and the girls have a sleepover tomorrow. We can relax and be together with no expectations or changes of plans."
“As long as you do exactly what you want.” She murmurs softly as she covers the pot to keep it warm.
"What I want is to sneak a little forkful of whatever dessert Quinn picked up." The conspiratorial smile you share with her is broad, and you put your hands out to take the pot from her to put on the table.
“I think that I didn’t see you open the box on the first shelf of the fridge.” She winks at you and walks around you to put it on the table herself.
"You're a goddess," you promise Carol, as if she doesn't already know it. In their big refrigerator, a tall white cardboard bakery box stamped with the logo of the bakery down the block from your own apartment is waiting, and when you pop the lid your favourite cherry chocolate cake is staring back at you. "Oh my god," you groan happily and swipe a finger through the deeply rich ganache on top before turning back to Carol. "I love all of you. You're spoiling me and I'm going to return the favour so many times over."
“I knew you would want it.” She tells you proudly. She had told Quinn exactly where to go and what to get in order to put that exact expression on your face. “Don’t tell him I told you that. Let him have the credit.”
"Cross my heart." The motion of crossing your finger over your heart goes with it and you make a mental note to really rock the hell out of your next date with Carol as a thank you. "Do you need anything else from the fridge while I'm in here?"
“Can you grab the asparagus salad?” She asks. “Second shelf, metal bowl.”
"Done and done!" Even just being around your partners has brightened your mood, and even though you know it will ebb and flow for the next couple of days before your cycle starts, at least you're feeling buoyed by the idea that these three wonderful people all want you to be happy and cared for.
The rush to the table happens nearly all at once, with the guys coming in from the grill bearing a large platter and Dave going to fetch the girls while Carol gets the tray of condiments for their hot dogs. It's big, it's busy, it's noisy, and it's so wonderfully comfortable. Even though you're not feeling yourself, you feel the closest you possibly could.
“Hey babe.” Quinn curls around your back and kisses just below your ear. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing your shoulders.
"A little better." You feel like you can breathe again, emotionally anyway, so that is a big step in the right direction. "What are the chances you're going to stay this weekend and hang out with us?" Just like the rest of you, Quinn has an extraordinarily demanding job and you know very well that a traditional weekend away from the office is not always possible for him.
“There’s nothing on the books so I’m all yours unless there’s a crisis.” He murmurs, smirking as he sits down beside you. “So I’m praying the world doesn’t burn.”
"Or if it does, that it has nothing to do with NASA." A soft kiss between you helps you relax even further, and in no time the six of you are sitting down at the table like it's a perfectly normal family dinner.
Dave hums happily, reaching for Carol’s hand and he pulls it up to kiss the back of it. “It’s a good day.” He murmurs as he watches you and Quinn put your heads together and talk quietly.
"You did a very sweet thing for her today, my love." Carol hums, kissing the back of her husband's hand in turn.
“I hated seeing her cry.” He admits quietly. “It was all I could do to keep working and not just bring her home and sit her on my lap.”
“Poor thing.” She tuts softly, shaking her head as Dave fills her plate for her. “I’m just glad she works for you and not someone who would force her to keep going in agony.” There are plenty of bosses like that out in the world, but she hates to think of you working for them. If she could keep you safe and cared for and always have someone there to adore you, she would.
“She wouldn’t go home, so I had to just make sure she didn’t suffer too badly.” He hands his wife her plate with a soft smile.
“You did good.” She beams at him and gives him a kiss on the cheek before taking her plate. “Now we can have a nice weekend as a family.” And if that family already felt complete before you and Quinn joined it, then having the two of you is the icing on a very sweet cake.
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khattikeri · 3 months
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underrated favorite scene in tgcf is when xie lian hides hua cheng in his bed with him while jun wu is literally in his room lecturing him. that is PEAK parent grounding their kid complete with sitcom suspicions that the kid snuck their boyfriend into the house
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keriarentikai · 21 days
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I love that you're doing a Nei sect!WWX story now. Have you read "The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen" by KouriArashi where WWX is adopted by the Wen sect? It's over 100k and would make a great podfic.
I have not, but it is very much already on my maybe list, especially for a possible ice cold read! I'll put another vote for it in my doc.
Thank you!
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pedropascalsx · 1 year
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i had a very helpful chat with keri and i’m going to queue my blog for a few days and come back at the weekend.
to the person who sent me that message this morning, i don’t know what your endgame was or why you’d think that it was appropriate to say that to another person… but this is a kind message for you to just block the people you dislike.
i am anxious and fragile at the best of times and coming on here this morning to a message that just annihilated the stuff i’ve created, attacking me for posting personal stuff and proceeding the tell me to end my life - was unbelievably cruel.
you wanted a reaction, and the reaction i am going to give you is kindness. please take care of yourself, think about what’s causing you to spread these vile messages, shake it all off and spread kindness instead.
everything is pretty bleak right now as it is and it’s not worth adding to that bleakness.
be kind especially as no one knows what people are dealing with outside the lives that we create online.
- To everyone else I hope y’all like the ezra, javi p, MAX PHILLIPS (i got a download in HD!!!!!!) gifs that i’ll queue for the next few days.
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faghubby · 2 years
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BEGINNING PART 2
Keri kept exploring my bi sexual cravings over the next few weeks. I had never seen her so turned on by anything before. Almost everyday she had me use her dildo on her or she masterbated herself as I watched. She had not let me penatrate her. Instead either sucked my dick or jerked me off. Feeding me whatever I produced. I also became no stranger to her toys, either in my mouth or my ass.
I had started a search for a well hung bi sexual man. Searching several websites and chat rooms.
"Look at this one" Keri told me. Showing me a profile pic of a black man that lived close. As I read it I was a bit confused.
BULL WILLING TO CUCKOLD YOUR LITTLE DICKED FAGGOT. CAN HOST.
"Cuckold? Like in the old literature?" I asked Keri.
"Yes, it's means he will fuck me for you" She told me. She sent him a message.
NEW COUPLE SEEKING ADVENTURE. BI SEXUAL HUBBY. she added pics of us both.
"So wait he fucks you but I don't get too?" I asked
"Baby, it's just a game. Besides you want him to fuck you don't you?" She rubbed my ass. I felt a bit uneasy about it but let it go for now.
Our game continued outside the bedroom as well. Keri often pointing out good looking men to me in public.
"We are going over to my sister's tomarrow. I don't want to have to worry about you sneaking off to suck John's cock do I?" She teased me. I knew she was playing but it made me think about John's big cock. And then I thought about Keri taking it.
Is that what I wanted to see her get fucked by John? I thought to myself. Keri reinforced these ideas as she told me how much she needed a real cock. I didn't know that Keri had been chatting with The online Bull. His name was George. Until one night I came home and she is all dressed up in new lingerie.
"I invited George over tonight" she told me
"Who I George?" I asked she showed me he phone and it was the same black man I read all of there exchanged texts. They had been texting everyday for weeks. They where very explicit she held nothing back.
"I thought we would talk about this?" I said
"We have, are you having second thoughts?" She asked
"No, I don't know" I told her.
"We will meet him, and take it slow" She reassured me. I showered. Keri layer out clothes for me. White shorts that where very tight. I wore no underwear. And a pink pole shirt. I wore no shoes.
"You look hot sweety, remember you want him to find you attractive" She told me. This made me hard which was very obvious in the shorts.
"Plug?" She asked I shook my head no. But noticed she had one in. She slipped on a robe as the doorbell rang.
"Go answer the door" Keri told me. I did as told. I answered the door and George was a big man he towered over my 5'7" frame. I welcomed him He shook my hand his hand seemed to swallow mine.
"Can I get you a drink?" I asked.
"Just some water" he told me. Just then Keri appeared in her light robe not even closed exposing her flower print bra and panties.
"Keri you look wonderful" he crossed the room and gave her a big hug. As I got his water. When I returned they where kissing his hands caressing her ass.
"Tommy, come give George a proper hello" Keri told me. I handed him a water bottle. I wasn't sure what she meant. George pulled my close and hugged me I felt his cock against my belly. His musky smell and large size made me feel so submissive to him. Keri joined us and kissed me. She led my hand to his bulge. She had me run my hands over it. She stared straight into my eyes the whole time.
"Take it out for him" She whispered. I swallowed hard and fumbled with his belt. Keri allowed me to take my time. George never said a word until I let his pants fall and pulled out his cock. I held someone's cock in my hand for the first time in my life. It was way bigger then mine and still not hard.
"Get him ready for me" Keri said pushing my head down. I kneeled and took the tip in my mouth I tasted the musky manliness. I didn't stop I sucked his cock as Keri and George kissed. I watched them as he grew in my mouth. I could smell Keri as well. I knew she was ready for him.
"Take off my panties" Keri told me. I reached up and pulled her panties down without taking George's cock from my mouth.
"Is he ready for me" She asked. Keri pushed me back an George sat down Keri swung her leg over. I held his cock for her. She slid down on his cock until it was balls deep. I sat back and watched as she started fucking him.
"He feels so good baby" She moaned. George picked her up. And carried her to the bedroom. I followed as he tossed her on the bed. He bent her doggie style and drove his cock in one thrust. He fucked her, like I had never seen. She came over and over. Begging for more.
"Fuck me like my husband never could" She cried out. I took out my cock and started to jerk off.
"Stop that" Keri called looking at me. "Put that away and come lick my clit. " I did as I was told. George came inside her and I continued to lick her as he pulled out my mouth was filled with his cum.
"Baby eat it all" Keri moaned. As I did George pushed my head down harder he got behind me. George ripped my shorts and in one thrust like he had to Keri he drove it balls deep. I cried out as pain shot thru me. Keri held my head in her crotch. As George pumped his cock in and out of me.
"Your a foggot now baby" Keri told me. The pain turned to pleasure as George continued. To fuck me.
"He is going to fill you with his seed baby make you a real Fag" Keri told me.
"Beg him to make you his bitch" Keri continued.
"Please sir, make me your bitch" I moaned. George shook and I felt him fill me with his seed. He pulled out and I collapsed on top of Keri. She held me as George got dressed and left.
"Was that what you wanted" Keri asked stroking my hair.
"Yes honey" I moaned she held as I drifted off to sleep.
I slept through the night when I woke late my ass sore covered in dry cum. My shorts in rags. I went to shower. I dressed and stripped the bed. Keri wasn't home, I texted her but no response. I made coffee and realized how sore my throat was as well. I replayed last night over and over in my head. It was afternoon when Keri replied to my text.
/be home soon / was all it said. I spent the day recovering. Other then cleaning up from last night. Keri came home and kissed me
"How is my little faggot felling today?" She rubbed my sore ass.
"I was with Julie, Nick proposed. My little sister I getting married" she shared the good news. She was going on about bridesmaids and a rushed wedding. I just sat and listened.
"So next weekend we are having a BBQ at my parents to celebrate" She finished. Then took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We made love, we didn't fuck or play kinky games I made love to my bueitiful wife. And held each other after. We ordered a pizza and ate naked in bed with a glass of wine.
But my experience had not cured my curiosity, instead in made me want cock even more. But I didn't say this to Keri. The week went by asusual. On Saturday morning Keri jumped in the shower with me. She stroked me.
"We cant have you fantasizing about your brother in laws." She said.
I looked down to see she had pink cock sticking out of her.
"Do you like it? It goes in me too" She told me excited. I felt it and started to stroke it I could tell Keri liked how it moved when I did. Keri had me help her wash since I was done. Then she led me to the bedroom. I climbed on bed and stuck my ass in the air.
"No roll over I want to watch while I fuck you" She told me. Laid on my back and held my knees. She applied lube bit then just shoved it in.
"Faggots like being abused" She told me as I cried out. She fucked me hard and fast. She came quickly. Then pulled out.
"I guess it's just how it works if you have a cock you finish first" She laughed. Although I wanted to cum she just left me unsatisfied. As I stood up Keri looked over at me naked.
"Come with me" She said walking back into the bathroom. She got out hair trimmers and ran them over my chest. Not shaved but short and trim. She continued running them everywhere. Even my arms.
"Much more neat and clean" she told me. My leg hair was short as well all about 1/2 long. Then Keri bought me back to the bedroom she handed me a pair of satin boxers. With little kisses all over them. I just laughed and put them on. Then she produced a pair of pink shorts.
"Really not my style" I told her.
"Same as the ones you wear to golf just a more faggot color she told me. Handing them to me. I put them on they where also a bit tighter then I liked.
"Shows off that cute butt" She teased. She found me a shirt that matched. And then sandels. Keri put on a bikini, and a sundress
"I could just wear my bathing suit" I told Keri.
"Alright if you want" She reached in her bag and pulled out a bright yellow speedo. "Here" her face lite up with excitement
"I am not wearing that" I told her.
"Well I threw out your old suit so your choice" She smiled. Surrendering I wore the shorts and we left. Keri insisted on driving.
"This isn't the way to your parents" I told her
"No we need to make a stop" She drove to a local strip mall and got out I followed her as she walked into a nail salon.
"I can wait in the car" I told her.
"Two pedicures" She told the woman. I flinched
"Stop lots of guys get pedicures" She told me. The woman led us to some chairs. They soaked my feet. I had never had anyone tend to my feet like this. The woman even filed down a large callose on the side of my foot. I had to admit I was enjoying it.
"Color" the woman asked. I panicked I didn't want color. Keri saved me.
"Just a protective clear coat" She told her.
"Unless you want a pink to match your shorts?" She whispered to me. Then we headed towards her parents house. It was the usual crowd her sisters and their families. Her parents and her Aunt and uncle. Along with Nick's brother and his parents. There was lots of talk about flowers and dresses. I sat with my father in law and talked about the lawn, and work. We ate and drank. They guys made jokes about my shorts.
"Aren't you going swimming" my mother in law asked. I always took advantage of their pool.
"Not today" I answered
"He likes his new shorts to much" John to her. My mother in law just smiled. I had not spent much time with Keri. It was after dinner when Keri's sister bought up the bachelor party.
"I don't know if that's a good idea, the boys get carried away"
"I would be more worried about Timmy crashing the Bachelorette party then the Batchelor party" I heard Keri say. I realized she was drunk.
"What do you mean?" Julie asked
"Look at his shorts, that tell you enough" laughed John who was also drunk. It was laughed off by everyone. But I was panicked and wanted to go.
"Keri, maybe we should go" I suggested.
"Alright, my mom has some things for me. Could you get them" She asked.
"Sure" I went to find her mom. She had all kinds of stuff. It took me awhile to get it all in the car. Then I went to get Keri. When I walked up everyone got quiet. I noticed the yellow speedo on the table.
"Come on Keri" I said helping her up. She grabbed the speedo and pushed it into my pocket.
"Dont forget your suit" She laughed and the table erupted in laughter. Julie grabbed Keri purse and followed us.
"Tim, don't worry about them they are just drunk" She told me.
"I know, and congratulations again" I kissed her on the cheek. Keri was quiet on the way home.
"We should call George" She told me as I pulled in the garage.
"Your just drunk" I told her. She went inside as i unloaded the car. I also took about the trash. And put away some gardening tools. I had not made it inside when a car pulled in the driveway. Out stepped George and another man.
"Get inside Faggot" George told me. I rushed in hoping no one heard him. He followed me in. Keri was naked waiting. She wrapped her arms around George and kissed him.
"This is Marc" George said. Marc pushed on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. Keri aready had George naked. I pulled Marc's basketball shorts down and his hard cock smacked me I. The face. I went to suck it.
"Wait, shoes and socks" he told me I removed his shoes and socks. He pulled my hair till I stood. I lifted his shirt over his head as well.
Then he kissed me. A deep holding my head hard kiss. He broke the kiss and kissed my neck. My knees weakened but he held me. George had Keri bent over the couch fucking her as she moaned and begged for more.
Arcc undressed me while his mouth kissed and bit my nipples. He bent me over the couch next to Keri. He squirted lube into my hole then a moment later worked his cock in. He was slow at first but then drove the full length in. I heard George guns as he filled Keri with his sperm. I was lost in my own pleasure after that. Marc made me cum again the sensation was intense as it felt more like my body surrendered. Marc filled me with his cum then pulled out.
As him and George got dressed they told us they would be back on Friday night. Keri and I laid on the floor satisfied dreaming about Friday.
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