#. what the fuckbol

[howdy-cowpoke]

TIMING: Before ‘The Sound of Silence’ LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Monty (@howdy-cowpoke) & Gael (@lithium-argon-wo-l-f) & Kaden (@chasseurdeloup) SUMMARY: Two ding dongs come to visit Monty and play in a fútbol match with a bunch of zombies. There is jealousy and confused feelings abound. CONTENT WARNINGS: extreme dumbasses (: 

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What do you get when you mix together a bunch of zombies, a werewolf, and a ranger? A good time, surely!

Of course Monty didn’t know that Kaden was a ranger, or a hunter of any type, but that was beside the point. The point was that two out of three of his favorite people that he didn’t see on a daily basis (sorry, Daisy) had come to kick a fútbol around and have a good time, with the promise of barbeque and drinks afterward. Now the zombies had their own special patties for grilling, but Daisy had made sure to set aside some actual beef for their very alive guests. It was just a matter of making sure that those two got the right meat. Easy!

All the participating farm hands were clad in their various matching t-shirts, one team red and the other blue. Monty was wearing blue and Daisy red when the first guest arrived, earning excited waves from them both. “Gael!” Monty called him over, chucking a blue shirt at him when he was within range. “You’re with me, amigo!” Daisy smiled broadly and gave a shake of her head.

“Good luck fightin’ him for the ball, dear. He’s a freakin’ hog.” 

They’d only been making small talk for a few minutes when Kaden arrived in his truck, pulling up with the rest of the vehicles parked by the large side yard with the makeshift goals set up and ready to go. As he approached, Monty plucked the rolled up red shirt from beneath his arm and held it out for Kaden to take. “As promised, we’re frenemies for the afternoon,” he said, sounding perhaps a bit more shy than he had a few moments ago. “But blue team is definitely going to kick your butt, so don’t get an ego just yet.”

— When Monty suggested that Gael attend his session of fútbol, the professor wasn’t sure to expect but he was always down to have a little bit of friendly sport. He pulled up in his mini-cooper, parked it in its familiar spot and he didn’t have to look around for very long when he heard Monty’s voice. He turned his head, tilting it slightly as he heard his name - a small habit he picked up some odd months ago - and waved the group down. “Hola!” He called himself, approaching them just as he saw a blue blur tossed his way and he clumsily caught it. Blue shirt, just like the one Monty was wearing. “Oh good, so you can carry me to victory,” Gael laughed, deciding to remove his own t-shirt and exchange it for that one rather than wear two t-shirts at once. “It’s fine that he’s a ball hog, I tend to shy away from it because I don’t want to be kicked,” He admitted, pulling the white shirt off his back, balling it up and tossing it off to the side where he assumed it would be out of the way. “It’s always nice to see you again, Ms. Daisy,” He gave her a smile from the neckhole of his shirt as he slipped it on, just in time to hear Monty greet someone else, someone he perceived as familiar enough to drop something into his tone - was it… What was it? He still heard it clearly but whatever it was just made him smile a little wider, thankful that whoever it was made Monty happy. He adjusted the shirt and turned to regard the third person. “Oh hey,” Gael greeted himself, confidently but not aggressively approaching the stranger, a taller man with well-tended brown hair and a rather nice jawline. “Gael.” He said in an exhale, holding his hand out for the other to shake.

—

When Kaden pulled into the grass at the farm, he couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror and run his hands through his hair, just making sure it looked alright. It was stupid to even bother, he was about to play football for fucks sake. Nervous habit, all the same. 

Putain. By the number of cars parked in the yard already, it was clear he was probably the last to show up. He figured that’d be the case since he had to swing by the shelter earlier in the morning. He wanted to make sure the kennels weren’t housing any monsters that had been picked up on his day off. It happened more often than it should have and he had to be careful about how he handled those situations. Usually, it was best to do it when Marge wasn’t working. It was easier to tell her the animals got adopted rather than break her heart with the reality of the situation.

Right, enough stalling. Kaden got out of the car and saw Monty and Daisy almost immediately, giving them a small wave. He was already smiling, wasn’t he? Putain de merde, he brushed his hand across his face and beard, hoping he could hold the dopey grin off a little longer. Yeah, good luck with that. His stomach had already flipped upside down three times over. “That’s fine by me, I’ve got the best player on my team. Right, Daisy?” He flashed her a smile as he pulled off his t-shirt, swapping it for the red one. 

Kaden turned to toss the shirt he brought with him towards his truck and was met with a new face when he turned back. Merde, he nearly missed that there was anyone else there, if he was being honest. “Kaden,” he said, taking his hand in his own. The smile that was still spread across his face faltered as a familiar sensation shot through him. 

Putain de merde.

He was so used to being around Alex, he almost missed it. But shaking hands, there was no mistaking that Gael was a werewolf. 

Shit, he probably looked like a jerk or just fucking weird. He cleared his throat and tried to act normal. Not that he was well versed in what that looked like. “Uh, yeah nice to meet you. Have you, um, known Monty long?” And did he know what sort of danger he was in being around a werewolf that for all Kaden knew could lose control at any second. Putain, he’d been worried about keeping his focus with Monty around but this wasn’t going to help, that was for sure. 

—

“That’s right, sugar!” Daisy said with a wink, her brows raising when Kaden peeled off his shirt, just as they had when Gael had done the same. As the two men introduced themselves to one another, a few of the other farm hands had scurried over to see the much-gossiped about newcomers to their game, all appropriately informed that these men were not undead and to be chill about it. That wouldn’t stop the gawking, of course, especially since most of them were relatively young, which was why so many of them needed a place like this to live and work and stay out of trouble. Monty never made a habit of asking too much about their past unless they wanted to share it, but there was a good chance he was the oldest zombie on the farm… and probably the one who had the least of his shit figured out.

They pulled his attention away from Kaden and Gael, but his gaze kept skipping back to their two guests who were several paces away as he answered a few questions before shooing them away again. Beth, though, insisted on lingering, turning to Daisy with her hands on her hips. “You gotta be kidding me, Dais…” she huffed, “Where does he find these guys?!” Daisy just laughed and shrugged her shoulders, and Monty rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, okay, come on then,” he grumbled, waving for his friends to rejoin them. The rest of the teams, split into eight people each, were assembling on the field. Leading the small gaggle of folks out that way, Monty picked up the ball along the way and carried it to the center of the field, and Daisy followed after him with the coin while Kaden joined the reds, Beth and Gael heading to the blue side of the field. They didn’t have an extra person to act as ref for the coin toss, but Daisy would just huck the damn thing at the house, anyway. Monty waved Kaden forward with a grin. “Guest’s choice—heads or tails?”

Obviously, since it was just a pickup game and done purely for fun, they were a little lax with the rules. But that didn’t stop the competitive natures of a few of them from coming out in full force, and Monty was no exception there. It was like a switch had been flipped, making his personality do a full 180. He was loud, laughing and shouting just as much as the rest of them, and Daisy hadn’t been understating anything when she’d said he was a ball hog—it was bounced from his feet to his head and then back again, making it difficult to steal away from him without getting very much up in his business. They were nearly in the second half and Blue was up by two, but it had been a hell of a match so far.

— “Well met, Kaden,” Gael replied with a smile, though the expression change on the other’s face didn’t quite go by him unnoticed. Maybe Kaden was just awkward, and that was okay. “I actually haven’t known him that long - we met last month,” He explained, tilting his head . “You?” He figured they’d known each other longer than the two of them - he figured that about pretty much everyone around here by now, with a few exceptions. The conversation didn’t get to go very long before they were called over though and he gave Kaden an earnest expression. “Put a pin in that, I’d love to hear more about you if you’ll let me. Let’s do this,” He breathed and made his way over to the cowboy and the rest of their team. “And good luck!” He called over to the red-clad ‘opposing’ team. A coin toss was in place as Gael glanced around at the rest of the people there, completely unaware that some of them were staring at him, Kaden, the whole scenario. He had met the farmhands and some of the guys that were on the team but this was the largest gathering he’d consciously participated in since moving and for a moment - or perhaps several moments - it felt as though he was back home, with the fellowship and warmth of everything. Blue got the ball first and if anyone couldn’t tell, Gael was obviously not very adept at the game. He could run in short bursts with the rest of them but compared to some, especially Monty, he must’ve looked rather foolish. That being said, he still gave it the best shot he could, even if he ended up feeling really bad that he accidentally tripped one of the boys on the enemy team after they both got to the ball at the same time. “Sorry,” He apologized again, passing by Sam as there was a small pause in the game. Gael got a pat on the shoulder and a light-hearted ‘no problem’ from them and he scoffed, placing a hand on his lower back for a moment and glancing at Monty. “You’re a demon out there,” He noted, though it was playful as he had never seen Monty so energetic and full of life. He was laughing, actually laughing. He was doing something that made him happy. He was yelling; Gael didn’t have to happen to catch what he was saying, he was making himself heard from halfway across the yard. And admittedly it was distracting Gael on the field as the latter was finding himself getting caught up in just watching Monty out in his element. “Did you know he was like this out there?” He asked Kaden. “I don’t know about you but I’m dying over here; I’m getting too old for this.” He exhaled, still trying to catch his breath from all the running around. 

—

“Oh, not much longer than me,” Kaden started to say before they were herded over onto the field. He tried to remember the date of the last full moon and had to wonder if maybe he’d run into Gael before. Only in a very different setting. The thought made his stomach drop. Thankfully, the game was about to start. Easy enough to shake it out and make it look like a warm-up or a stretch as he walked over to center of the field for the coin toss. 

“Pile,” Kaden said instinctively when calling the coin toss. The confused looks around him left him wondering what was wrong at first. Oh, right. “I mean, uh, tails,” he corrected. He had a feeling he was going to have to keep himself from slipping into French. He was so used to just referring to everything related to the sport in his native language that he was bound to mess up when shouting out calls on the field. Hopefully it wouldn’t hold them back too much. Considering he hadn’t made the right call in the toss. “Bonne chance,” he said to Monty with a wink as they took their starting positions.

Kaden didn’t notice any of the gawking or staring happening around him. He was only focused on one thing: winning. Okay well, maybe he was focused on two things: winning and the fact that there was a werewolf on the other team. Fine, three, three things: winning, the werewolf, and how cute Monty was when he was trying to show off with the ball. 

None of that dampened Kaden’s competitive side. The positions they were playing were mostly a suggestion more than anything, but somehow he found himself in sort of a midfield position, sprinting back up and down the field, trying to help connect as many plays as he could. It helped that any opportunity he had to steal the ball away, he took it. Especially if it was from a certain cowboy. He was a slippery little bastard, though. And Kaden had to be careful not to use his actual strength when trying to play any sort of defense. This was supposed to be fun, he didn’t want to send anyone to the ER on account of him being too competitive.

At the halftime break, Kaden took the chance to inhale as much water as he could. He was in good shape all things considered but he didn’t go all out for this long all that often. Still, he loved every second of it. “He warned me but I had to see it to believe it,” he said, nodding to Monty. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Even if he wanted to pretend that he was genuinely annoyed, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face long enough for anyone to believe that.

“I haven’t had a chance to do a drop-in game like this since I got to the States. None of them were like this, though,” he said, smiling. Not that those weren’t fun, they were great, but this was something else. It felt more like the games that popped up in the rare off times at hunter camps in the summer. Couldn’t explain it. It was more… something. Maybe it was the camaraderie, who knew. He sure couldn’t say. 

“Guess it’s time to up your cardio, old man. There’s another half after this, you know,” he said, jokingly before nudging Gael with his elbow lightly. Putain, the chills ran through his arm again. He’d forgotten what he was in all the commotion and activity. Kaden had to push away the nagging thoughts of what his sister might say to that before they had any chance to take hold, ruin the moment. “Anyway, I have to go strategize with the better team,” he told them both as the rest of the red team gathered a little ways down the field to start chatting.

“Alright, we’ve got to get the ball away from Monty,” one of the hands said, Kaden was pretty sure his name was Mike. “He’s their lynchpin. Any ideas?” 

A sly grin spread across Kaden’s face. “Hey, Daisy,” he said, nodding towards her, “I’ve got an idea. If you’re up for it of course.” 

—

Grinning from ear to ear, Monty chose to take their words as compliments, and for once in his life, he did not have a difficult time accepting them. “Yeah, I know it,” he answered with a smirk. He’d been playing it for something like a hundred years, so he’d better be good at it, or that would be damn depressing. “Well, you’re welcome to join us any Sunday—” he said in response to Kaden’s remark, before gesturing at both of them, “—both of you!” 

Glancing at Gael, he gave an encouraging nod. “I think you’re doing great!” The rest of the players had the advantage of never getting tired, so it wasn’t really fair to compare his performance to theirs. All things considered, they were both keeping up very well, as far as Monty was concerned. Scrunching his nose when Kaden took off to go strategize with the ‘better’ team, he turned fully to Gael. “Okay, so I guarantee you that they’re trying to figure out how to deal with me. They always do this,” he said with a hint of pride in his tone, gesturing in a sly sort of way before motioning to Gael to follow him back to the field where the rest of their team was waiting. “If you get in a tight spot with the ball, just kick in my general direction as hard as you can, wey. High, if you can manage.” He was particularly adept at redirecting with headbutts, so long as there wasn’t anyone else taller than him in the way. The fancy footwork usually helped, there, but—

The game had resumed and the points kept stacking up, getting closer and closer in number as the time wore on. The strategy that had been devised was little more than Daisy sticking to Monty like ugly on an ape, but when the opportunity arose for the Red team to pull ahead, she had a plan. And she had Kaden to thank for the plan.

They were in the final stretch, now—the clock was ticking and the scores were tied. Daisy was still on top of Monty, watching the Blue team’s Dallas and Denver bounce the ball back and forth to one another down the field, heading right for Monty, who was no doubt trying to set up to slip around her and kick it in at the last second. She could sense it. It was time. 

“Oh, my god!” she shrieked, whipping her head around to point at something behind Monty. He looked immediately confused, but didn’t dare glance over his shoulder, eyes still on the ball that was coming his way. 

“What?!”

“D’you see that? That frog’s spittin’! And it’s huge!” Well, that did it. The cowboy felt his eyes widen and he turned to look, just in time to have his feet swept out from underneath him. Daisy cackled and took off, intercepting the ball from the twins on the blue team and sending it Kaden’s way instead. 

From his back in the grass, Monty let out a groan. All right, now they were just playing dirty. Not that it was the first time, to be sure. But that was that, and the opposing team managed a final score before the timer went off and announced the end of the match.

Defeated, both in score and in spirit, he just took a moment to lay in the grass where he’d gone down and stare up at the sky, arms splayed out at his sides. 

— More friendly banter. “Yeah yeah,” Gael replied, nudging Kaden back with a grin - at least the stranger wasn’t mean. If anything, he managed to come out of this pretty okay so far since he was on Monty’s team which meant no one was really paying attention to him - Monty did all the work, he just had to kick the ball to him or someone else wearing blue. And he had retained enough information from playing with his sister and trying the sport himself to know the basic rules. Refreshed, drinking water like a dog in the summer heat and remembering more of the game as they progressed, Gael wasn’t about to fall behind to anyone else on the field, not for the second half. He nodded casually as Kaden departed to go talk strategies and turned to regard Monty as the latter spoke once the former was out of earshot. It was no secret or surprise (anymore) that Monty was the MVP on the field but Gael was receptive to instructions - he’d take that ball and pass it. He could even try to aim high. More than that though, he took a photograph of how Monty was at this particular moment - smiling, having fun, proud of what he was doing. Happy. Taking compliments. The feeling was ephemeral, Gael could tell so as the game picked back up and he tried harder not to seem like the old man on the team, wondering where everyone got the energy, he focused more on placements, where he was, and how Monty was acting. He noted that Daisy was on him relentlessly and he figured it was part of their plan but the game progressed, as did the score on both sides. Then it came down to the wire - two blue members were passing the ball and Monty seemed to be in a position to intercept it when suddenly Daisy screamed something about a huge frog and though it distracted him, it also distracted Monty just long enough for the latter to fall onto his back and the red team to score, ending the game on their victory. And like that, it was over. The red team jumped around, congratulating each other and the defeated members of the blue team; Gael did so as well as he made his way over to where Monty was still lying supine slowly, a hand on his lower back and his tongue subconsciously sticking out as he panted for breath. His heart pounded in his chest still but he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh as he was sure Monty was taking this much harder than he was. “Lo siento amigo,” He peered down at the cowboy briefly before seeing that Kaden was on his way over. “Los conseguiremos la próxima vez.” He exhaled. “Congrats on the win, Kaden!” He called.

—

It was getting down to the wire; Kaden wasn’t sure if they were going to be able to pull it off. Daisy had helped by sticking to Monty like glue but they were tied. The hunter had been running up the field, ready to get the ball when blue snatched it from his teammate. They were about to send it Monty’s way. Putain, that was game, then. 

Only, somehow, his stupid plan worked. The next thing he knew, Monty was on the ground and the ball was headed in the right direction. “Merde!” he shouted when he realized he was still needed. The ball shot across the field, right into his foot. He feigned left, and then kicked the ball right with all he had. 

The ball flew, the goalie leapt, his fingertips brushing the edge of the ball. Kaden wasn’t sure he breathed as he watched the ball tumble in the air.

“GOAL!” he heard someone shout.

They did it? Kaden stood there blinking for a moment before it registered. Putain, they did it!

Without any more hesitation, Kaden turned and charged at Daisy. “MVP!” he shouted as he swept her up to sit on his shoulders. Daisy shrieked at the sudden change in elevation, but started laughing and hollering as soon as she got her bearings and heard the rest of the red team cheering for their star player. The hunter put her down quickly enough and then headed over to see the cowboy planted on the field in defeat.

He almost felt bad seeing him flopped there. Almost. “Hey, no pity parties,” he said as he reached a hand down for Monty to take to help him up off the ground. “Not when you played like that,” he said, smiling as he thought about how animated the farmer had been just a minute or two ago. “Thanks. That was a great game,” he added, looking back over at Gael. “You almost gave us a run for our money. Told you I had the best player on the field, though.” He nodded back towards Daisy. “Even if she doesn’t play like a pro like you do.” Kaden was exhausted, his breath still trying to slow itself, but in that way after a workout that made him feel like he could take on the world right then and there. Gael, meanwhile, looked like he might keel over if he wasn’t careful. “You alright, over there?” Funny, he expected a werewolf to be faring a little better. Then again, what did he know about them when the sun was out and not the full moon? Admittedly, not a whole lot.

—

His gaze flicked over to meet Gael’s when the former leaned over the top of him, blocking the sun with his shadow and assuring him they’d get ‘em next time. “Sí… five month streak, though! Ah!” He let out a frustrated laugh, holding a hand to his face and only peeking out once more when he heard Kaden’s voice. “All of the pity parties,” Monty argued, taking the other man’s hand and letting himself be hoisted up from the grass. “She legswept me! That’s definitely illegal.” The complaint was, just as before, married with a chuckle. He wasn’t really mad about it, though he’d make a mental note to get Daisy back for the dirty trick. “And you!” He shook a finger at Kaden, “You told her about the frog??” Exasperated but amused, Monty said a string of something under his breath in Spanish and then looked to Gael.

“Oh, he’s fine, tough guy like him?” He threw a good-natured wink in the professor’s direction, forgetting to feign his own exhaustion from the match. In fact, none of the other farmhands seemed wiped by the intense competition, which one could probably chalk up to them being young if it was just a few of them, but it was strange that it was all of them. They were so used to playing these games without outsiders that they’d just… not thought about it. And Monty didn’t either, not when he was on the farm. 

Beth, Daisy, and a hand named Ford all took it upon themselves to fire up the grill that was on the patio of the main house while the twins dismantled the goals and hauled them back to the nearest barn. Within minutes, the red solo cups were out and a few more hands that hadn’t been a part of the game emerged from the woodwork, having finished the rest of the chores for the afternoon. Many of the participants from the match were changing back into their regular top attire, though Monty seemed content to leave his blue shirt where it was.

As the trio approached the gathering of workers and vehicles, cheers went around for Kaden and Daisy, earning the former a few shoulder-slaps as they walked. “Uh oh,” Monty laughed, glancing up at him. “You’ve made a good impression—now they’re going to want you here all the time.”

—

The chemist gave a sympathetic wince when Monty mentioned that it was a five-month streak that was broken, even though he found himself partially surprised at that - five months didn’t seem like a long time all things considered. In any case, Kaden came over, there was something mentioned about a frog but the part that raised Gael’s eyebrows slightly was the muttering in Spanish. Maybe he didn’t hear it correctly - it was back to mumbling for a second for the cowboy - but he made a mental note to ask about it later. Maybe. If the situation presented itself. “Oh yeah, super tough.” Gael replied, straightening up as the perception Kaden might’ve had for him. “Definitely not used to being in my classroom all day - on the scale of ‘running’ to ‘fighting’ I’m more on the ‘fighting’ side,” He chuckled with the explanation, using his hands as the two sides. “I can’t help it if you’re all weirdos who don’t get tired.” He waved to the general populace. “I’m not judging though. But I AM hungry.” He admitted after a pause - the soccer match was only half of the reason why he went out there. The other half was Monty, of course but also the promise of being fed. It had been a while since he’d gone to a proper outdoors barbeque and even as everyone was getting things set up, the cups were out and being floated around and the smell of smoke from the fire wafted over and around everyone soon enough. After briefly considering changing back into his own shirt he came in, Gael also opted to stay in his sweat-drenched blue shirt and he grabbed something to drink as they walked, glancing over his shoulder as the staff gave the appropriate congratulations and cheers to Kaden. A good impression. All the time. He shook his head - he’d have to ask Monty, if only to settle some of the… he wasn’t ever good at describing the unfortunate things inside him since he largely focused on the positive qualities but this was uncertainty, he thought. Uncertainty that he might’ve gotten the wrong impression, that he was moving too fast, that he didn’t even ask if Monty was involved with someone else. Despite his expressive face (especially his eyebrows, which he normally loved), none of this came through and instead he attempted small talk. “You played really well,” Gael complimented Kaden from the other side of Monty. “You said you haven’t played like this since you got to the states - where are you from?” He asked.

—

“Five months, huh? Now I don’t feel so bad,” he said, smirking as he helped Monty up off the ground, giving his hand an extra little squeeze before letting it go. Kaden couldn’t bite back his laughter seeing the cowboy scold him for using the frogs against him. “Hey, I can’t be the only one here getting attacked by frogs!” he said, nudging Monty’s shoulder.

Some of his good spirits were shaken a little when he saw the wink Monty threw Gael’s way and he immediately regretted the small show of affection. Putain, had he fucked up the other day and read way too much into things? A pit dropped in his stomach. Knowing now that Monty hadn’t been out or dating until recently, he had to wonder if he’d put too much pressure on, if he was forcing something that wasn’t there. What if he’d only felt bad after the absolute fucking idiot he made of himself when he was under the ballybog toxin? What if– Alright, no, that was stupid, there was something there, he wasn’t that delusional. But the seed of doubt that had plopped into his stomach had been good and sown all the same. 

Maybe it was just because his mindset had been shaken, but alarm bells began screaming in Kaden’s ears at the mention of fighting. Just as he was starting to forget what Gael really was, too. He tried to swallow back the nerves rising up in him. He knew better, he did. Between Damien and Alex he knew that things weren’t as, well, that things weren’t quite the way he’d been told that they were growing up. That they weren’t always out of control or a hair trigger away from becoming feral and attacking. That didn’t mean that werewolves suddenly weren’t dangerous or that pent up aggression couldn’t– Breathe, he had to breathe. Nothing was going to happen there and then. Maybe some food would help him feel less unsettled by the whole thing. 

His smile returned quickly enough when they reached the rest of the group, exchanging pats on the back and high-fives with some of them. “You mean I wasn’t already invited all the time?” he joked, placing his hand on his heart. “That hurts. I know it was a rough loss but that stings.” They’d passed his truck on the way back and Kaden took the opportunity to swap back to his less sweaty and stinky shirt. Seemed like a better way to uphold that good impression Monty mentioned. “Well, good for them cause I planned on showing up as much as I can whether you like or not.” 

He grabbed a drink before following Monty back to where Gael had found himself a spot to congregate. “Thanks, you, too. I promise I was just giving you a hard time earlier.” He hoped that had been clear before but he didn’t want to come off as some sort of egotistical jerk so he figured he’d throw that in. “Accent didn’t give it away?” he said, raising a brow but smiling. It was about a fifty-fifty if someone picked up on it or not and somehow he always expected the opposite whenever it did or didn’t. “France. Lyon, specifically.” He didn’t let his mind drift back to anything related to his home country or his life there, just took a sip of his drink instead. “What about you, are you a Wicked’s Rest local? I think you mentioned you were a teacher or something, too?” And fighting. He also mentioned fighting. Putain, he had to get through the small talk before he just asked about the goddamn fighting. 

—

“I—” Monty huffed, throwing a playful sort of pout in Kaden’s direction. “Of course you are. Smart aleck.” The promise to show up more often was one that made his stomach flutter a little bit, and the frown was quickly replaced with a grin. “Good. Just don’t be surprised if they wrangle you into a chore now and then, they are crafty like that.” As they rejoined the others and Gael and Kaden got to chatting, Monty quietly excused himself from the group and trotted up the patio steps to the front door, slipping inside to change. 

Emerging in a familiar button down, he went to check on Ford to make sure he didn’t need anything else while grilling, and to make sure that the patties specifically for their guests had been clearly marked and separated from the rest. While eating cow brain-laced meat certainly wouldn’t hurt them, it might be a very different flavor profile than what they’d be expecting. Daisy and Beth were busy laying out all the burger accouterments on a long folding table, which was who Monty checked on next. Daisy waved him off, making eyes at the two men he’d left down on the grass with their employees, who were showing lots of interest in the outsiders. Some of the folks that worked and lived here didn’t spend much time off the farm. They were… newer to the lifestyle, and still afraid of losing control and hurting someone. So to have two people from the town come to them was probably pretty exciting. 

Returning to Kaden and Gael, Monty now had a drink of his own. “Thank you both for coming, it really was a pleasure,” he said sincerely, his gaze dancing between them. “And—like I said. Whenever you feel compelled, you can drop in. Everyone will be happy to have you!” His smile grew and his gaze settled on Gael for a moment, before jumping to Kaden while a finger pointed lazily at Gael. “I took him horseback riding up into the mountains not that long ago, and you know, he did good for a first time rider!” 

—

Oh duh, he was from France. “Y’know, it sounds like I should’ve known, huh?” Gael scoffed at his inability to pinpoint the accent. “Sometimes people guess and I’ve been yelled at by very passionate Quebecois people about how they’re NOT French so I didn’t want to insult you.” He motioned with a hand, imitating them as though he said something completely irredeemable. And other than a brief flicker of his eyes when Monty departed from their company, if only temporarily, he didn’t respond and indeed, thought this might be a good opportunity to learn more about Kaden - he wasn’t testing the younger man to see if he was a good candidate for Monty, that certainly wasn’t the case, he was just curious. Even if there wasn’t anything between them (which he got the feeling that there was), he still wanted to know more about Monty’s friends. “I’m from Guatemala,” Gael responded. “I’ve only been here for a few months - and I teach chemistry at the University.” Where he felt somehow like a puzzle piece, fitted in and comfortable assimilating to the school, to his role, to the town that was very strange but wonderful and full of unique individuals. “I mean, I’ve been in the states for most of my life but I’ve only been in town for a few months.” As he spoke, he couldn’t keep himself from looking around mildly with the feeling of eyes on him. He wasn’t unused to the sensation of being watched but it was usually in a professional environment - he was a teacher, after all. But it felt strange, almost as though he were the specimen or the experiment he had spent so much time looking at, himself. He didn’t mind, instead catching any eyes with a light smile, as though he were giving some of that curiosity back in his expression. “What do you do around here when you aren’t ruining five-month streaks and being attacked by frogs?” He asked lightly, his gaze going back to the taller man. Gael wasn’t sure how long their conversation went before Monty returned after flitting about the gathering, smelling more like how he normally did and with one of his button-up shirts but he listened intently to Kaden’s answer until the cowboy sat with them. The professor held a gentle grin as Monty thanked the both of them for coming out. “It was a lot of fun!” He said before also looking at Kaden with the same smile. Then… Gael’s jaw clenched slightly as Monty brought up the horseback ride. Don’t look embarrassed. “That was all Manzanita,” He managed to reply casually, looking down at his drink and messing with some grass that had stuck to his shirt. “She did all the work, I was just along for the ride. Literally.” 

—

Kaden waved it off. “Sometimes people can, sometimes they can’t. I don’t think I have that much of an accent but,” he shrugged. He did chuckle at Gael’s small attempt at show and tell. “Good thing you didn’t assume that, would have lost points if you thought I was Canadian. The Quebecois wish they were French but I can assure you, they’re not.” He didn’t know what the points were or how they were stacking, to be honest, but he seemed like a nice guy. Certainly wasn’t bad looking, either. And he was also a werewolf. Right. It was strange how easy it was for him to ignore the sense that he’d trained and honed for decades now, how often it became nothing more than a dull hum in the background rather than sirens wailing all around him. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“Really?” His brows raised when the other man mentioned where he was from. “And I thought I was a long way from home” he said, shaking his head. “Ah, a professor. Meanwhile I barely graduated from lycée.” Oh. Yeah. That word didn’t mean anything in the States, did it? “Uh, more or less equivalent of high school. I would say science wasn’t my best subject but honestly, not sure any of them were. Except for maybe PE.” He hadn’t been bad at biology, though, if he was being honest. Probably because it had to do with animals, which was a lot more interesting than the periodic table, no question there. 

So he was smart, too. And actually had an education. Great. Good. “Guess you came here more for the job than anything, yeah? I mean it doesn’t sound like you’re a member of that cryptid club or whatever the fuck they call it.” Kaden rolled his eyes before downing more of his drink. “Those connards, I swear. They find a way to make my job more difficult every single week some how, some way.” The number of times he had to try and shoo one of them away anytime a call came in about a weird “animal” was beyond what he could count at this point. “Which is animal control, by the way. My job.” 

He reached back to rub the nape of his neck, not sure why he suddenly felt so awkward making basic fucking small talk. Thankfully, he caught sight of Monty out of the corner of his eye and noticed that he was finally returning to them. “Funny, I actually met Monty on the job. Someone surrendered a horse and the shelter is definitely not equipped for that. Thankfully he’d mentioned having a farm or something like that online, so when I called, he came running. Which made a lot more sense when I saw him around horses.” He laughed a little at the memory, knowing full well that the cowboy had caught most of the story by the time he was back and seated. He hadn’t imagined any of the chemistry there, right? Not that he was sure he could trust his memories most of the time.

“Of course,” he said, waving off Monty’s thanks the same way he’d waved off Gael earlier. “All you had to say was football.” He took a swig of his drink right as Monty mentioned the trail ride and nearly swallowed it wrong. Thankfully, he was able to keep it down. And drink a little more than he’d initially planned. Gael’s addition to the story only felt more like a gut punch. “Oh,” he said, feeling that seed of doubt taking a little more root. “With Manzanita?” Kaden didn’t even know she was doing well enough to ride and Gael had already taken her on a trail ride with Monty. He cleared his throat to try and push away whatever the fuck emotion was trying to sneak onto his face “That’s, uh, yeah. Good. To hear she’s doing… Trail ride in the mountains. Sounds nice. Was that a–”

Before he could finish asking if that was a date, one of the hands came over, looked a little young, couldn’t have been older than twenty, and interrupted. That was probably for the best. “Food’s ready!” he said, cheerfully. “Guests first, of course.” Kaden had never jumped from his seat so fast, darting his way over to get a burger and sides. Hopefully the assumption was just that he was really hungry and not that he was about to shove his foot directly into his mouth. 

—

Hearing the story of how he and Kaden had met did put a smile on his face, though he didn’t directly comment on it. Of course it was then that he realized that the story of how he and Gael had met would be one that would have to be heavily tailored… not unlike the story of how he and Alan had met, either. It was simply a role reversal. Huh. 

Before Monty really had a chance to update Kaden on how well Manzanita had adjusted and how quickly she’d gained back her weight and strength, they were interrupted by Andre, one of the youngest and most recent additions to the staff, that had gotten himself in a bad spot further northland heard about this place through a friend. Watching him get up without finishing his question and hurry over to where the food was, Monty looked bemused for a moment before shaking his head. His gaze landed on Gael and he shrugged. “Well. Shall we?”

Walking over to the grill and folding table beside Gael, he watched ahead of them to make sure Kaden was given the correct food. Good. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ford, it was just… There was a lot of grilling happening and mistakes could be easily made. The same went for Gael, who he insisted go first—Monty ended up skipping the food altogether, just moseying along with Gael as he picked out what he wanted, chit-chatting along the way. When Kaden passed them by to head back to where they’d been sitting, Monty stepped toward him and held out a hand, letting it graze gently over his hip to get his attention. 

“Hey,” he said in a low tone, looking up at the man with some concern etched into his features, “are you okay?” He was acting kind of jumpy, which might not have been unusual for him in large social gatherings, Monty really couldn’t say—they still didn’t know one another that well, but… He had to ask, at least. Make sure.

In his absence, Daisy had sidled up beside Gael, beaming at him and striking up her usual easy conversation. “So I hear you’ll be the one accompanyin’ Monty to New Hampshire to look at that livestock, huh? Honestly, god bless ya—I hate those long car rides, n’ I’m usually the one that’s gotta go with ‘im!” she laughed. “If I can give ya one word of advice—firm. Be firm. He tends to start agreein’ to higher prices ‘cause he gets emotionally invested in the cattle, n’ the seller can see that. Always gotta talk the soft-hearted fella back down from it.” 

— Animal Control– Ah, so Gael had met this guy online before! He was the one they talked about moose and having good hair together. That certainly made him feel better. What made him feel a little less better was when Kaden started to ask a question (and maybe it was just him but his tone seemed tempered with something, and none of the words that came to Gael’s mind were positive) and he abruptly stopped, springing from his seat and virtually flying off to the table that had the spread of items on it. Eyebrows raised and exchanging a glance with Monty, he also shrugged if only to give Monty the impression that he also wasn’t sure what was going on and he also got to his feet. Granted, it was a little slower than Kaden for sure. They made their way to the burger dispenser - also known as a ‘grill’ to some people though Gael’s absorption of smelling delicious meat was making it hard to remember basic words - and after a brief back-and-forth, Gael caved when he was told to go first and he customized his burger; a little bit of everything, no ketchup, add some hot sauce for good measure. Monty didn’t get anything, which aside from a little teasing from Gael commenting on how he looks like a stick wasn’t dwelled on by the chemist though he stored that in his banks. The taller man passed by and Gael kept going when he noticed that Monty redirected his path. The same uncertainty that had been coming and going, like a wave of something sticky and unpleasant tarring the neurons in his brain that granted him common sense and critical thinking skills had returned again and he had lowered his head, subconsciously honing in on Monty and whatever he would’ve said; he pushed past the chatter, he dulled out the ambient noise, he– Jumped when Daisy had made her way to his side and was smiling at him, starting to talk and he completely missed what she said at first. Immediately, he focused on her, changing his expression to be lighter before he caught up to what she was talking about, which was apparently the road trip he was invited to. “Be firm, got it,” He nodded in acknowledgement. “Gracias, Ms. Daisy,” He gave her a grin. “Fortunately, I like car rides - didn’t get from there to here without ‘em.” Gael added that part for small talk but in reality, he was dwelling on what she said before. He knew she was talking about the cattle prices but he found himself thinking about… Well, Monty himself. Before today, Gael thought he could take a hint, read a room but now he wasn’t so sure. Kaden was taller, younger, more physically fit, great with animals and less intimidating when it came to a college education, remembering that he made Monty uncomfortable the first day they met when the latter learned he was a professor. …Could he take a hint? Was Gael too slow? Or was he foolish to assume that Monty hadn’t met someone else? That part felt true for sure; it wasn’t as though he owned Monty, the cowboy was a fully grown man and Gael literally showed up on his lawn after killing one of his animals. He was POSITIVE that Kaden hadn’t done that. They met saving Manzanita, which was a lot better of a bonding exercise. He swallowed all of these thoughts, forcing them into a big bottle, bigger than the ones he normally saved for thoughts like this, and put it on his shelf, labeling it “Open During Trip”. That was, of course, assuming that he wasn’t made privy to the obvious information that Kaden and Monty were in a relationship today. He was being ridiculous. With that bottle stored on the shelf in his mind, Gael inhaled deeply and kept the small talk going with Daisy, asking her for more advice and laughing at some of his own experiences until he saw the duo moving and he waved at them, as though nonverbally asking for permission to join back up.

—

Kaden was planning to sit right back down and shove as much food into his mouth as he could to keep his foot from making a home there. He didn’t expect the hand against his hip and the big brown eyes looking up at him when he turned around to face Monty. Putain. There they were – the goddamn hummingbirds in his stomach. “Me? Okay?” The urge to just spill his guts out on the floor was hard to ignore, but they weren’t alone; now wasn’t the time for that. Still, his eyes darted over to Gael and Daisy chatting away before resting back on Monty. “Uh, yeah I’m–” He exhaled through his nose, still trying to sort through his thoughts before filtering them. “I’m alright,” he said, adding a half-hearted smile and reaching out to give the man’s shoulder a small squeeze with his hand that wasn’t holding his plate. “Completely fine. Really. This– it’s amazing. The whole thing.” It felt like a home which was something the didn’t get to see a lot of until recently. He really should have just fucking left it at that. Instead, his fucking mouth ran away with him. “I, uh, just didn’t know that you…” 

Merde. How could he say this? He caught Gael out of the corner of his eye again and the thoughts and questions that brought to his mind were like a sting. “Sort of would have liked to be the one on that trail ride, little embarrassed about it,” he said with a small shrug of his shoulder, trying to keep any of the hurt out of his voice. His stomach dropped and he regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. He didn’t even know if– well there was a lot left unsaid. And now he’d gone and made himself look like a fucking jealous or possessive asshole after only one fucking actual date, possibly for no reason. 

Putain, he had to recover this somehow. “You know. Cause Manzanita. I didn’t know she was doing so well. And I feel a little guilty. Not checking in. Or, uh, yeah…” If he could just burrow himself into the earth itself, that would be great. “Guess you didn’t tell me she was doing that well.” There might have been more he wasn’t telling Kaden, too, but he could only speculate on that. He just offered Monty a smile and leaned toward where they’d been sitting earlier. “Anyway, better sit down before this gets cold. And you should make sure you eat something, too.” He held the plate up to gesture at his food and then darted back to his seat. Hell, he half considered darting back to his truck instead and taking off, just taking himself out of this picture – whatever picture that was, anyway. It wasn’t like he ever expected much of anything longer term from anyone as it was – who the hell would be able to deal with the fact that he was a fucking freak of nature who hunted werewolves when it came down to it? 

Fuck. 

Maybe he should just leave. Yeah. Alright. He was going to get up and– 

“Hey, Kaden right?” an unfamiliar voice came from across the table. Kaden’s head shot up to see who it was that had slid in across from him. It was Andre, the kid who had saved him from himself earlier. “You were great today, man. The way you played – wow! I mean Monty’s great and all, like really good and stuff, but we all knew that. I don’t think I’ll ever be that good and I know he doesn’t really have a lot of spare time and stuff anyway and he already helps us out and all. But, uh, you! I was wondering if you’d be cool with maybe doing some practices with me? Oh and maybe some of the others, too? I mean I don’t know what your schedule’s like, man, but it would be so cool if you could help us out.” 

Kaden felt like he was bowled over by words – lots of words – and sat there blinking for a second after they’d finished speaking. “Practices?” he repeated, looking a little dumbfounded still as he processed all of that. Huh. That was unexpected. And kind of sweet. “I, uh… sure! I don’t know if anything about us,” he nodded a little towards Gael, “got around the rumor mill but I work with animal control so my hours are kind of all over the place. But I think we could make something happen.” That might have been a massive mistake agreeing to all that when two minutes ago he was ready to high tail it out of there, but it was hard to say no to the kid as earnest and eager as he was. Hell, maybe he could bring Alex out here with them if she had time. 

—

At first, he smiled. Okay, he’d just been misreading Kaden’s body language. It was nothing, and the hand on his shoulder seemed to be reinforcing that, until—oh. 

Monty’s expression darkened like a raincloud growing heavy with rain and he blinked a few times, taken aback. He didn’t have nearly enough experience with this sort of thing, these sorts of relationships to even begin to know how to navigate them, and… had he already fucked it up? Was he not supposed to do things like invite Gael on a trail ride? He didn’t know, and even though Kaden was admitting he was embarrassed about it, the lack of context did little to spare the zombie’s nerves. He felt awful, unable to come up with something to say before the Frenchman was darting away again, leaving him alone, confused, and upset. 

His gaze immediately sought out Gael, who had just motioned to join them, but Kaden was already on the move without him. The zombie stood there for a moment, flummoxed, before moving back toward Gael and Daisy and greeting them with a warmth that was a little lacking when compared to his usual fare. He stepped close to Daisy, reaching past her to grab a few baby carrots to appease Kaden’s suggestion that he eat something, glancing over to see Andre joining him and striking up conversation. He… didn’t want to interrupt, and he certainly didn’t want to say what he needed to in the present company, so he instead pulled out his phone and went to his text conversation with Kaden, sending him one that would hopefully smooth out the wrinkles in this situation.

I am sorry I did not invite you. It was sort of a… ‘in the moment’ decision. But it was not like… that. You know. Like the zoo. 

They’d bonded somewhat, sure, but that was the extent of it. And if that sort of thing wasn’t allowed anymore because he’d gone and kissed Kaden, he wasn’t sure if he was cut out for relationships at all. There might be too many unspoken rules. 

This is new for me. I may make mistakes. I apologize.

Stuffing the phone back in his pocket, he tried to shake away the guilt and motioned for Gael and Daisy to follow him back to the table where Andre was still seated, looking excited about something. Monty sat beside Kaden, leaning his elbows on the table and nodding his head at Andre as the other two sat down. “What’s got you so riled up, eh?” Andre beamed. 

“Kaden said he’s going to do football practices with us so we can kick your ass!” Monty laughed, lifting a brow at the man beside him.

“That so? Can’t wait to see it.” 

— From Gael’s observations as he made casual conversation with Daisy and a few of the other farmhands as they passed by, words that he couldn’t hear through the noise were exchanged and Kaden had disengaged first. He also made sure to catch any looks Monty might’ve given him, making sure he didn’t give him a look of derision or judgment back but those looks stayed in his mind after the cowboy rejoined with him and Daisy, his tone missing some of its usual light. He shouldn’t have brought up the horse. He shouldn’t have acknowledged anything about that even if he was put on the spot. Of course the horse he and Kaden rescued was the horse Monty had offered to take him out on. Of course there was someone else. What did Gael know about any of this; he was just inserting himself into an established area with established people and their established relationships. His mental image kept flashing to the bottle in his head, realizing that it was still open, simultaneously pouring emotions out and trying to stuff in more questions, write them down on the pieces of paper for later when– Speaking of, he needed to ask about the car ride too. These were all the things on Gael’s mind as the latter uncharacteristically fell quiet himself, taking his plate and sitting down at the table with the rest of them, the rest of them that had their bonds and relationships, words they’ve exchanged, things they’d done. He was just the guy that showed up and killed his animals. All the while, hearing that Andre wanted Kaden to come over, seeing out of his peripheral that Monty had texted someone, wondering what he was doing there after all since he wasn’t good at soccer anyway, not noticing that he hadn’t touched his burger or anything else on his plate and staring off into the middle-distance at nothing in particular, he kept having the feeling that this perhaps wasn’t what Monty had in mind. And he didn’t know what he had in mind, either. He didn’t fit in, how could he? This wasn’t his place, these weren’t his people. He hadn’t even known any of them for longer than a couple months and that was being generous. Mentally, he tried to clean up all the water, the feelings, the scraps of paper and was in the process of shoving them all back into the bottle though he wasn’t sure how successful he was being. He was so lost in thought that didn’t react at all to anything that was going on around him until he was nudged to which he gasped, jumped in his seat and was pulled back to the present. He had no idea who nudged him but it seemed to do the trick… if anyone nudged him at all. He might’ve been imagining it, imagining making that physical connection with someone. “I just remembered– I gotta go.” Gael blinked, managing to force a small smile onto his face as he stood up, leaving his untouched plate. “Thanks for lunch!” He said without thinking, giving Daisy a small pat on the shoulder. “And the game! It was super fun, I had a great time,” He nodded, avoiding everyone’s eye contact as Gael had to disengage from whatever was going on before he said or did something stupid - he didn’t like pushing things back but it wasn’t a one-on-one scenario here; too many variables and he was only in control of one: himself. He tugged at the blue shirt that still clung to his frame and he stuttered for a second. “I’ll uh, I’ll wash this before bringing it back.” He looked around, saw his shirt discarded on the ground but decided it wasn’t worth sticking around longer than he had to. “Sorry to leave so abruptly but I’ll, um, I’ll text you about the… you know.” With a final nod to the table, still feeling eyes on him but he wasn’t sure if it was literal or in his head, he turned and made a beeline for his little blue car. It was fun. He had a good time. He had a good time. He definitely wasn’t invited as a third wheel. He definitely didn’t read the room wrong, he definitely didn’t get the wrong impression. He and Monty were definitely friends that Monty definitely wanted around and not out of pity or because Gael owed him a cow. Definitely not.

—

In the middle of the kid’s rambling, Kaden felt his phone vibrating. He dared to sneak a peek at it when there was a lull in the conversation and saw that the texts were from Monty, reading them as quickly as he could. Putain, he shouldn’t have said anything. He should have just let it lie. Or just left when he’d planned to. This shit was why he never tried dating, why he tried not to let himself give a shit, it was complicated and he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. It would be so much fucking easier if he just didn’t care as much as he already did. It was a goddamn shame his drink was gone already. He was going to have to replace that soon.

Fuck. He felt like a jerk. When he had a chance to look back down at his phone, he fired off a reply as quickly as he could back to him. 

No, I’m sorry. I misinterpreted shit and overreacted. I’m not the best at this, either. 

There were about twenty other things he wanted to say but he didn’t know how and he didn’t have time. As soon as he placed his phone down, Gael had jumped up and was saying goodbyes. Wait? Putain de merde, what happened? Kaden felt that same damn pit drop into his stomach. Somehow he felt like this was his fault, that he’d been too fucking weird earlier and pushed Monty’s friend out the door. He was just a friend, right? That– There had to be some other reason why he was acting like this other than the stupid assumptions he’d made earlier. Right? “Hey, uh, hope everything’s alright,” he said, trying to suss out the situation. “You sure you can’t stay?” He saw that the werewolf’s plate was still full. Yeah, something was fucking off. Kaden didn’t know him enough to know what it was and he didn’t like the guess he did have. “Good to meet you, though. Maybe I’ll see you next time.”

He barely got the words out before Gael had darted to his car the same way Kaden had intended to just a few minutes earlier. Fuck. Should he get up to stop him or something? No, that wasn’t on him. He barely knew Gael and he didn’t want to potentially make things worse. Instead he stayed seated, staring at his food. He wasn’t exactly hungry anymore now that he felt like the cause of some sort of tension, the reason for the change in mood but he had no fucking clue what to do now.

—

Well… Monty sure felt bad, but there really wasn’t much he could do without causing a scene. Thankfully, Daisy was far better at smoothing over awkward social situations than he was, and stood quickly from the table once Gael had made it back to his car, clapping her hands together. “Who wants another round?” She grabbed Andre and pulled him along with her, and the conversation seemed to slip back into something normal again. 

Monty, for his part, decided to simply ignore that problem for now, knowing that he’d be getting a text from Gael later and figuring he could address it then. Or... maybe not. He wasn’t exactly the type to throw himself in the confrontation line of fire. Mierda. Leaning one elbow on the table, chin in his hand, he instead just smiled over at Kaden in a disarming sort of way. This was okay. Nothing wrong here. All he could do was pretend and hope that things went back to being easy.

#. thread ; #. with ; kaden langley #. with ; gael cordova #. what the fuckbol

[buckyalpine]

I have so much work to do but you know what I’m going to do? Write some smutty shit here. This is just all dirty talking cause my mind is in the gutter and my brain haz the dum. 

Imagine cocky dom Bucky having you ride his cock, cooing at you while you whine and whimper, impaling yourself on him. This innocent little fuckboll he thought wouldn’t even know how to kiss but the first taste of his cock you’ve lost yourself on him. 

“Don’t cry babydoll, hurts me when you cry” His thumb swiped the tears that fell down your cheek before slipping it past your lips. 

“Thats right bunny, suck daddy’s thumb while you take all this cock, my sweet dumb baby”

“Suck like the good whore you are baby, you’re so good at sucking, aren’t you. Got my dick all nice and wet with that pretty tongue, licking and playing with my balls, your mouth was made to suck cock, wasn’t it. Crying cause it isn’t my cock in your mouth right now baby? You’ll get to clean me up after baby, don’t worry” 

“Look at you, perfect little cocksleeve for this fat cock, almost couldn’t take it huh? Had to warm and stretch you up real nice”

“Soo big daddy”

“I know sweets, I know, but you’re such a good slut baby, you take my dick so well, making me feel so good” 

“Such a good slutty baby all for daddy, squeeze my cock princess-fuckk-yess, you make my balls so heavy”

Your little pouty face has him making a creamy mess inside your pussy, precum mixing with your arousal, dripping out of you and getting his balls wet. The curly hair at the base of his length is soaked and it only makes him more feral. 

“What is it princess, why are you so pouty, is that little button of yours all tingly baby, use your words”

He tutted at your pathetic whimper, holding your hips down, keeping his cock in you, not letting you move. 

“Where, where do you need daddy to touch you, hm?” He gives you a cocky smirk, tilting his head while you chew your lip, peeking at him through your lashes. Your shyness combined with the way your breasts bounced in his face, your naked body glistening with sweat from riding him is almost too much. Bucky normally had no issue lasting forever but with you?

He was fighting to push his orgasm down. 

“R-rub me daddy”

“Here baby?” He teasingly tugged your nipple, letting his hands trail across your body until you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your throbbing cunt. 

“here-AH” You threw your head back, bouncing on him faster as he started to rub perfect circles around you. 

“You like that bunny? Feel good when I touch you there, I know you’ve been touching yourself there baby, can practically smell you when you’re near me” His voice turned into a growl, thinking about all the times you’d been near him and he could practically smell sex engulfing you as if you bathed yourself in the sweetest ambrosia. 

“God, I can’t believe a sweet thing like you is such a cockwhore baby, makes me wanna cum so bad, you know that? God daddy so horny sweets, I wanna make a mess in that pussy of yours”

“Wanna paint that pretty face, mouth, cover you with my cum baby, fuck, have you feel me all over, taste like me, smell like me, my perfect slut”

“You’d take it all, wouldn’t you princess, you’d drink all of daddy’s cum, touch yourself with it. You’d let me cum into you until you made me a real daddy?”

“Don’t tire yourself too much bunny, we have all night”   

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