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mamawasatesttube · 3 months

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6 & 29 for the ask game? i love your work!!

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

not "all the time" per se but i've definitely gone back to both fill in the blanks by @mindshelter and blush by @misspickman a few times. what can i say, i love it when tim is besotted and kon gets loved <3

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

okay i DO plan to post this.. eventually... when i finish the other 5 chapters of it... but given that i have no idea when that will be, here's a bit of the "jon's friends keep thinking his big brother is hot and he's in hell about it" wip sfdkjh (under the cut for length!!)

fanfic writer asks!

Any thoughts Yichen had about going to the skate park tomorrow get zapped clean out of his head as an engine purrs, and a sleek, sexy as hell motorcycle peels into the parking lot.

It’s a gorgeous dark red color, with black accents, exposed chrome exhaust pipes, and a front light and handlebars to match. It’s not obnoxiously loud, but its thrum is powerful and satisfying. It sounds expensive, if that’s even possible.

The sexy bike rolls to a stop right in front of the three of them, and the rider rests his foot on the ground for support. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a leather jacket covered in patches and studs—the shoulders are spiked, and a little chain dangles from one of the pockets.

Yichen identifies a few hero logoes among the patches on both the back and front; there’s the Superman family crest, obviously, on one shoulder, and then Wonder Woman’s winged W on a trapezoid. One of the Flash lightning bolts, too, in red and white—Yichen isn’t good at remembering which hero is which, outside of Metropolis. Is that… no, Kid Flash is yellow. Oh well. There’s others he doesn’t recognize at all, like a round yellow-and-black one right over the rider’s heart with a weird… bird-shaped thing, maybe?

Man, he really oughtta brush up on his heroes.

But that’s beside the point, because holy shit. This guy—this is the coolest guy he’s ever seen in his life! That jacket, the boots—chunky, thick-soled, covered in belts and buckles—and the ripped jeans, with barely-visible fishnets peeking out through the tears. This guy has fashion! Ho-lee shit, what is someone like that doing here?

Jon hops down from the brick fence with a sigh. “Alright,” he says, and leans down to pick up his backpack. “Well, I’ll see you guys.”

“Wait,” Priya says. “That’s your ride?”

Jon blinks. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

The cool as hell motorcyclist pulls off his helmet. Yichen’s jaw drops.

It’s like seeing Jon’s dad’s face transplanted onto a guy half his age and so much hotter. He’s got high cheekbones and a square jaw ever-so-slightly dotted with stubble, and piercing blue eyes just like Jon’s dad, and his hair falls in curls that should be crushed and flattened from the helmet but somehow still look amazing.

“Yo, Jonno!” Conner calls. “C’mon, we’re gonna hold up traffic!”

“I’m coming!” Jon hollers back. “I’m just saying bye, jeez!”

Yichen finally remembers how to close his mouth and does so. He doesn’t feel cold anymore—his face is on fire. “Dude.”

Jon tilts his head quizzically. “Yeah?”

“Dude,” Yichen repeats.

“What, Yichen?” Jon glances at Priya for clarification, but doesn’t seem to find any. What the hell does he need clarified here?

“Dude!” Yichen clutches at his hair. “Duuuude!”

“What!” Jon hefts his backpack onto his shoulders. “Stop ‘dude’ing at me and say it already!”

Yichen jumps down from the brick wall and grabs Jon by the shoulders. How does he not get it? How does he not get it?!

“Dude,” he says, as intense and emphatic as he can hope to get. He shakes Jon slightly, then points at Conner. “That is your brother?”

“Uh… yes?” Jon squints at him. “Is that, uh… a problem?”

Yichen clutches at his hair again. “Dude!” he exclaims in consternation. Grabs at Jon’s shoulders again. “Oh my god. Dude! Dude! You never told me your brother is hot!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Yichen almost thinks he sees Conner laugh. Except that’s not possible, because the engine definitely drowned out his words—they’re not that close to the roadside. Priya definitely laughs, though, covering her mouth with one hand.

Jon, meanwhile, wrinkles his nose. “…Ew.”

#answers #bandanabiel #rimi writes #just a lil bit hehe #and thank you!!!!!!

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a-mag-a-day · 1 year

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MAG 49 - apple cutting

"Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London." - Oh, he uses a bit of a different melody in the sentence here. Less matter of fact, more like "God, I've said this a thousand times by now and I'm tired of it"

2:09 "Standard stuff, pretty boring really.", after "boring" it's veeery subtle but it sounds like a chair being shoved around.

3:04 "Hector worked IT", directly at "Hector" again, things shuffling around.

4:11 "Whatever, or whoever, his illicit liaisons involved", right after involved another noise… A phone ringing? Sound kinda chime-y.

"when Nicola called the next day" / "When I told her about the loss and the note, she sat down" - Wait, I thought she called… Were they video-calling or how did he know she sat down?

"If I hadn’t gotten greedy, I’d still have my arm." - Love this kind of story-telling! Throw in what the end's gonna be about and make us curious.

"There was something… not right about that hole. The texture of the walls was too smooth to be earth, and it seemed to… glisten wetly. It was when I saw the teeth that studded the inside of the fleshy throat that I realized what I was looking at" - In any way related to the Last Feast?

18:25 "Compared to the grim silence of the butcher’s workshop, it was beautiful.", at "butcher's workshop" again two quiet sounds, like that squealing sound when sliding a chair across the floor.

"There is no way to describe what it feels like to have bone pulled out of you through your unbroken skin." - Pay attention Jon, that's what awaits you in about one and a half years.

"I know it’s just phantom limb syndrome, but sometimes I swear it feels like my bone’s still out there, twisting in someone else’s arm." - I wonder if this, phantom limb syndrome, was the inspiration for Jared's ability/this statement.

"Sasha has recently been having problems with her normal backdoor access to police records, as, despite IT’s best efforts, her computer has broken yet again, making this the third time in the last two months." - So there are some limitation to the impersonation by the Not!Them. Special talents seem to be not part of the deal. Interesting. Dopplers from The Witcher (the books, not that disgrace of a show) for example are a perfect copy of the original in every way, even regarding their skills. Sometimes even better than the original. The first story to introduce a doppler had them change into a merchant (Halfling, if I remember correctly, it's been a while) who made a fortune by simply being very good at trading. I love that story, it's really funny.

"Apparently, he is involved both with one of the young ladies there, as well as the gentleman who manages the other shift." - Go get em, Tim! ;)

"The last thing I want is for the Archives to become involved in pointless personal drama." - Is this Jon, the Archivist, talking or Alex?

"it looks like he[Elias] only joined the Institute five years before in 1991" - Jon, red flag! Elias claimed to have worked as a filing clerk in 1972! This is not the same body!

"If I’m not reading too much into it, the implication seems to be that he was… ah, something of a pothead." - Haha, that laugh xD Also Jon, pls tell us about your uni days Mr. merry-go-rounds-are-thrilling.

Hey cut him some slack he was in a weird place at the time! xD

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 49 #lycanlovingvampyre

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adultswim2021 · 8 months

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Tim And Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #23: “Rascals” | August 11, 2008 - 12:30AM | S03E03

It is unseasonably chilly tonight and I would like to take a nice warm bath. So, let’s “gansta” through this write-up so I can become nude and wet at once. First we have a Patton Oswalt cold open that is not very good. I tend to forgive the star-studded duds like this one, because when Tim & Eric get a bigger-name comedian to participate in the show they’re sorta obligated to use the results no matter what. This one has Patton’s head superimposed onto a child’s body while he sings a song about suckin’ on some titties. This could be a sketch on Comedy Central’s The Man Show. No big deal, but it’s a bad start. Luckily this is maybe the weakest part of the episode. I will shout out the accidental production values of having this effect run through a VCR. The special effect actually looks a little more natural thanks to being masked by VHS noise.

Oh, wait, there’s maybe a weaker bit: Tim and Eric are two old-school dipshits who are doing “swing dancing” demonstrations that are basically just them horsing around. I don’t mind these as much, because i think they were designed to be quick throw-aways. None of them really capture brilliance, but they are at least a little bit fun. They included an extra one in the deleted scenes on the DVD, and they needn’t have bothered!

Fitting into the Tim & Eric universe a little better is Ed Begly Jr. as the spokesman for the Cinco-Fone, an obtuse cellular phone that doesn’t work very well, that’s the joke. It has convoluted instructions and anti-selling points, like how there’s only one button that you have to tap rapidly the number of times for each number you’re trying to dial. It also runs hot, and can give you “up to 2nd degree burns”. This type of sketch is fairly route at this point, but it’s still solid stuff as far as Tim & Eric goes.

The final Cinco-Fone segment is Ed Begly Jr. improving a phone call on it, as though the cameras are off, and him having logistical troubles with the fact that the phone’s battery only lasts for one call, and it can’t receive incoming calls. It’s a little needless; sorta telegraphs the joke in an unnecessary way, but I chalk it up to “what’re you gonna put less Ed Begly Jr. in the show”? Though, it did bring to mind Tom Scharpling, famous hater of Christopher Guest movies, complaining on the radio that he doesn’t need to see “Ed Begly Jr.’s improv chops”.

Tairy Greene returns as an acting coach for children. Zach Galifianakis is funny, and can very easily spin gold out of nothing. There’s good moments in these bits, like when he kicks down a fern (a FERN! INTERESTING…) and tells the kids to write that down. His opening soundbite of “Who (pregnant pause) ba-stank.” is also funny. There’s an amusing blooper where he asks one of the children who Hoobastank is, and they answer matter-of-factly that they taught the “greatest acting class known to man” and Zach cracks. This one sorta goes on longer than it should, but it’s nice to see Zach. I like him!

The hosting wraparound for this one involves a conflict between Tim & Eric, mediated by Bob Odenkirk himself. Tim killed Eric’s rascal after receiving a nasty bite from him. Bob decides that since Tim killed Eric’s best friend, that Eric gets to kill Tim’s best friend. One funny touch to this is that there’s zero hesitation from Eric, who is immediately giddy at the prospect of getting to commit murder. Tim reveals that Eric himself is Tim’s best friend, but Eric doubles down and agrees to commit suicide. The ending features Bob dressed as a Rascal, righting the season one wrong of having Tim & Eric play opposite an invisible rascal. In that episode’s commentary track, Tim recounts a story that Bob tried to talk them out of the invisible rascal gag. Perhaps Bob just really wanted to play the rascal.

The introductory Rascal segment is very funny; it features Jon Mugar and DJ Dougg Pound (I am guessing; I watched this on a small screen) playing Eric and Tim respectively in the rascal bite re-enactment. This segment ends with Bob invisoing in to help Tim & Eric resolve their differences and doing a cheesy take to the camera, and for no really good reason they animate a inflating bullfrog neck on him and add a ribbit noise. It’s monumentally stupid, but it’s very funny. I forgot all about it until this watch! What a treat!

Overall, this is a pretty average episode of the show and holds up with the rest of their pretty average episodes from season one and two. Despite a few weak spots, I’d call this a good one.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Deleted Cold Open for "The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together"

I'm not positive when exactly this debuted, but one thing is clear, please, watch this before watching "The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together". This is a fully-animated deleted scene from the first part of the two-part finale, meant to air as a cold open. I remember Adult Swim put it online as a teaser for the upcoming episode and promised to put it on the DVD. They didn't! They fucking forgot to put it on the DVD!

But, luckily, they included it on the season four DVD, which is nice. I like when stuff like that happens.

MAIL BAG:

Boogie, Baby Boogie may be ones of the best episodes of television of all time. Let me break down why here "Boogie Baby Boogie stands out as the pinnacle episode of Fat Guy Stuck on the Internet. Its uproarious humor, clever writing, and charismatic performances make it an unforgettable comedic masterpiece. A must-watch!"

YOU SAID IT BROTHERS!

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tim and eric awesome show great job

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greyskies2002 · 2 years

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ !!!!!!!!!!!!!

(u only have to give one excerpt btw im just excited imagine its a button and im pressing it a bunch of times)

You fool HAHAHA i will give you TWO. Also it's gonna be jonmartin bc you're also a tma mutual teehee

From Warm Cuppa (cafe au):

"What are we, Jon?" It's been three days of something, hands coasting over hair and knuckles brushing cheeks and backs leaning into chests but he just doesn't know what it is. Jon smiles at his jokes more often, now. They're the kind that reaches his eyes, a lip curl that takes root. It was only after a quip about the archive uniform policy on the second day that Martin discovered Jon's dimple. (It's on his right cheek, and Martin always has to put his hands in his pockets lest he reaches out to touch it.) They get their clothes mixed up. There are dishes in the drying rack. Two toothbrushes in one cup in the bathroom.

Jon seems perfectly content. Martin never knows where to put his hands.

"Runaways? Fugitives?" One eyebrow is raised as Jon looks up at him from his book, gently confused. Pages rustle as he pauses to think. "One Eldritch horror and one... not... Eldritch horror...?"

"No, no, I m—"

"That's a pretty loaded question, Martin," a soft chuckle, "I mean, I've been trying to figure that out ever since the Unknowing—"

"Are we—" Martin cuts him off hurriedly, because that is definitely a conversation, but he's only prepared himself for one Big Talk for the day. He's standing awkwardly at the dining table, two steps from the door (read: escape), faffing and gesturing lamely. Eventually, he pushes the word out, feeling like a grade schooler with how his mouth stumbles over it, tongue sticking to the contestants. "—da—ting?"

And from august, honey, (alternate reality au):

It almost isn’t him. It can’t be him. His hair is long, nearly touching his shoulders, and he has half of it twisted in a sweet bun near the top of his head. It’s long, and his glasses are black and thin-framed, and there are two silver studs on either side of his eyebrow that catch the light as he tilts his head at Jon. He’s beautiful, not in the same way that Jon remembers, but by all the wretched gods that are prayed to, he's beautiful. And Jon is so afraid to blink.

Someone tall strides in between them, and there’s this sudden fear in him that Martin will disappear when they pass, like the fog on glass that whisks itself away as soon as you lean back to look at it.

But he’s there when they move away. He’s there.

AND. UM. PUSHING MY LUCK HERE BUT HAVE A TIMSASHA KAYAKING TRIP UNDER THE CUT not bc it's spicy but it's v long fjfjvnvnnc

(pls click for quality 🥺)

And this is an excerpt from my OTHER cafe au that i haven't written yet, this one where everyone's Normal™ and working at a regular stupid cafe doing regular stupid things. Sob

#kreideprinceps💙#look i. i never get a chance to talk about my tma fics online i usually just torment my irls about it ddhdhdhdhdjj #that alternate reality au is my pride and joy i need to get it from my old laptop and keep working on it #anyway these guys are tender and in LOVE #thank you for the ask eeee<3 i hope this wasn't too much fhfjjcnc #ask game #my writing #jonmartin #all of this is spoilers if you look close enough but the quick fix is. don't

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brn1029 · 1 month

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Time for your Rock Report

Original Foreigner singer Lou Gramm has announced that this will be the last year he is performing on stages. In an interview with Lee Richey, Gramm disclosed that his three-decades-long career of performing live will come to an close by this year's end. "This is my last year... I've been doing it, jeez, for almost 50 years," Gramm said. "I would like to turn my attention to my family and my muscle cars and just enjoy myself knowing that when I lay down at night, it'll be in my own bed." "This is gonna be it. I've been putting it off and putting it off. And I still enjoy performing, but when you've been doing it for as long as I have, the travel is the worst. It really takes its toll . And that's a sign that you're getting old," he added. Gramm had previously announced his retirement in 2018

Iconic band Bon Jovi have announced their 16th album, Forever, set to drop on June 7 via Island Records. The band also released the first single from the upcoming project, "Legendary," along with an accompanying video. "This record is a return to joy. From the writing, through the recording process, this is turn up the volume, feel good Bon Jovi," states Jon Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi debuted "Legendary" at last month's 2024 MusiCares Person of the Year, where Jon Bon Jovi was honored by the Recording Academy for his philanthropic efforts during a star-studded concert. It was also the group's first performance in two years.

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sinfulnesxx · 11 months

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Continuation of this.

Clark was a fucking slut, everyone in the justice league knew that Superman was the biggest cock—hungry slut there was. Bruce, Hal Jordan, Arthur, several members had fucked the man of steel, hell, he was even his own son's little bitch, Jon. So it was no surprise to anyone that Clark was so quick to strip naked and spread his legs for Casey like an easy cheap whore. The big, muscular, hairy man lay on his son's bed, which only made everything even hotter.

— I will if you don't shut up and keep fucking me, boy, — he commented smiling between loud gasps and moans. Clark was holding his legs as wide open as possible while moaning and screaming with pleasure, it was impressive how huge and thick the boy's cock was, a cock he definitely wasn't gonna let go till Casey's balls were completely empty, he just hoped the boy knew how to keep up with a Kryptonian.

— You like my hairy tits, don't you, boy? After you fill my ass deep with your seed, I want you to jerk off between them, make a fucking mess all over my body… I want your cum all over me, in and out — Clark winked. His big, hairy, thick chest bounced obscenely with each brutal, raw thrust, eliciting more and more cries of lust from Clark. — That I'm a nasty, easy slut who spreads his legs for any sexy young stud like you? — He replied in amusement.

@courtesons

#courtesons

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 3 years

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The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER FIVE: Down on the Farm-PART 2

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester (D-MT)

I had come down to Sen. Jon Tester’s Family Farm, a 1,800-acre ranch outside Big Sandy to sign some very important papers. I was only supposed to be there for a few hours. An in and out, but after some alone time fun with Jon. I unknowingly missed my flight back to D. C.. Now I was rescheduling a flight back and trying to find a place to stay for the night.

"You can stay here in the spare room." Jon and his wife offered.

I accepted this generous offer, needing a place to stay! The spare bedroom was exactly that, spare. It had a single bed in the center of the room and nothing more. I wasn't really tired but there wasn't much else to do, so I began undressing for bed, slipping out of my clothes to my underwear. I pulled my shorts off and lay on top of the bed with my legs slightly spread. I ran a hand down my chest and stomach. It felt good. I was so overcome with lust, I grabbed my cock and began jerking it real slow. All while imaging myself fucking Jon's ass. Before long I was spewing a fresh creamy load all over the sheets covering the bed.

I had fallen asleep watching TV when I was awakened by Jon snuggling up behind me. I tried to turn over.

“Hold still until I get it in.” Jon called out, “I want to fuck you again.”

"Sharla is asleep already. She took a sleep aid and she won't wake up till morning." Jon said as he put more pressure on his cock and sent it deep into my hole.

"Oh shit! Give it to me!" I cried out as Jon immediately started fucking me hard and fast.

I reached around and grabbed his head and pulled it toward mine as I turned it to the side. We kissed each other, sliding our tongues together as his cock worked its way in and out of my ass. He began to move left and right with is dick, opening my asshole. With each twist I moaned of pain and pleasure. He lifted my right leg into the air, holding it in place so he could get better access to my tight ass.

“Damn boy, take my cock! Take it all!” Jon called out as he pushed his dick as far up my asshole as it would go and held it there.

“You like it, Boy? You like my cock up your ass?” Jon asked.

“Yes.” I admitted.

"Damn right you do!" Jon called out as he started pounding my asshole harder with his thick dick.

I began to fuck him back, rocking on my side pushing my hungry hole farther on to his cock. We were both moaning as it felt so good that I didn't want it to end.

Suddenly Jon pulled out leaving me empty. The next thing I knew he flipped me on my back and got between my legs lifting them high in the air. And then in one smooth motion, raised my butt up off the bed, placed his cock at the hole. He wasted no time to get his dick all the way up my ass, feeling my own dick go extra hard as Jon's tip buried itself deep inside. Placing my legs over his shoulders, Jon began to pump his hips slowly making sure to give me the full length of his cock with each stroke.

"Yeah, fuck me Jon. Yeah!!!!!" I called out looking straight into his ruggedly handsome face.

I couldn't say anything else except to moan and enjoy the pleasure. I knew that he was not going to cum, not yet. He wanted to work my ass until I begged him to fuck me harder, faster. I wasn't ready for that quite yet either. I wanted to feel his cock move inside me, making love to me.

"I might fuck you all night. What do you think of that?" He asked with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me, senator! I want to be your boy.” I told him.

“You are my boy, my fuck boy!” Jon said as he pulled his dick out of my asshole until only its head remained inside. Then looking straight into my eyes, he rammed his dick back inside as far as it would go.

“Damn if your ass it’s hotter than Sharla’s pussy.” Jon told me as he started pumping his dick in and out of me with powerful strokes that had me bucking and moaning.

By now my ass was wide open and no longer resisted his pushing in and out. The wetness of my love canal was exciting him as he started to gyrate his hips to give me the full effect of his cock rimming me out. Looking up, seeing his large body starting to glisten with sweat and his cheeks flushed made me hot. Jon was almost sobbing with sheer pleasure his dick was giving him and accentuated by me playing with his nipples dangling in front of my face.

Then right in the middle of the brutal fucking, he leaned forward and kissed me again, so I passionately kissed him back. His balls were bouncing against my ass cheeks and his mouth was kissing my mouth. He again began to move left and right with is dick, widening me up for a grand slam, which he managed to build up to. My legs were lifted onto his shoulders as his hands gripped my hips, holding them in place, giving him a tight ass access. Pumping in and out, making his chest muscles pop, and his sweat drip on to me.

Jon was using me as his fuck toy and I fucking loved it!! My cock was rock hard and dripping with pre cum as I reached down to press it against my senator’s big belly. I was like a doll in his big rough hands and rode his cock like I was in the Derby. By now, my load uncontrollably squirted all over the space between us. The sensation seemed endless, it was the most amazing orgasm ever!

Then with the thrusting reaching fever pitch I felt his dick throbbing inside me. His eyes were squeezed shut and I could tell he was holding off with all his might, but finally the tide came.

“Get ready for it!” Jon warned as he slammed into me three quick times.

Then with a grunt, I finally felt his cum shoot through his cock into me as waves of ecstasy swept his body. I held him tight while his body convulsed with his orgasm. And with a final few thrusts he fell on top of me panting with sweat dripping off his forehead. We smiled at each other for a few seconds before our lips connected in a post-coital kiss.

"Jack," He said in a short breath, "I can't thank you enough for doing this with me."

"I'm here to serve senator." I whispered softly to Jon.

Now noticing I was still hard, Jon moved down, grabbed my dick and started sucking the last few drops out of me. I felt myself fixing to cum again when he suddenly took his mouth away from my cock.

“You near cuming?” He asked. When I nodded yes, he said. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to shoot off in my ass.”

Damn if that wasn’t exactly what I wanted. As good as him sucking me had felt, the thoughts of fucking him had been in the back of my mind all the time. Without saying a word, Jon climbed on top of me and kissed me, his big body pushing into me as his tongue explored my mouth. It started off rather slow, but a minute into it, we were both huffing and puffing. The passion returned to both of us as he was rubbing his dick against me as hard as he could. The friction of our dicks rubbing together was fantastic.

Lifting himself up off me, Jon reached behind himself, raised up a little and started playing with my cock. He started running my dick up and down his crack before pushing his butt down on my shaft. Without warning, I reached down and pulled his buns apart and slammed my cock in him really hard making a loud slapping sound as he let out a bear-like groan.

"You really want this ass huh? Well, you can fuck me as hard as you want." He said as he started bouncing his big beautiful body up and down on my cock.

I let him take control, riding my cock, stopping whenever he thought I was getting close to coming so we could kiss some more. After teasing me and prolonging the excitement, I was desperate to cum. So I grabbed him by the hips and started pounding his ass furiously.

By the time I was getting close, this respected three-term democratic senator, father of 2, married for almost 43 years was begging me to fuck him harder. This was the few times where he could truly let go and be himself, to surrender all of himself to the pleasures that he had always sought after. His cock was leaking all over me and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. I doubled my effort and pounded his butt even harder, knowing exactly where to hit in his bowels.

"Shit, you’re gonna fuck the cum out of me, stud!" Jon cried out loud as he felt the first wave of his climax hit him.

I picked up his pace even more, slamming Jon’s butt even more rapidly. This heightened Jon's pleasure as spurts after spurts of married cum splattered on my chest and stomach. His body convulsed with each spurt as he emptied out his seed onto me, still pumping up and down on my dick. The contraction of his ass on my dick while he went through his orgasm brought my own climax. I shot my small load into him. After the previous day when he had drained the biggest loads, I thought this one felt as good if not better, but I didn't have much left in me.

He smiled at me and said, "I guess I know how to take care of my assistant." Followed by a wink as he climbed off the bed and grabbed his boxer shorts. I watched as he got dressed then slipped out of the bedroom.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of wonderful coffee, bacon and toast filling the room. So I got up, showered, dressed and wondered into the kitchen to find Mrs. Tester shoveling piles of fluffy scrambled eggs onto three plates, along with wonderfully crisp bacon strips and buttered toast. Jon was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He hadn't noticed me yet as I stood in the doorway admiring that beautiful butt again.

"How was your night? You slept OK?" Mrs. Tester asked bringing me back to reality.

"I slept great. Totally satisfied." I said as Jon smiled with a hint of pride behind her.

#Jon Tester #Down on the Farm-PART 2 #The Senator from Montana #PILF #Tester Fan Fiction #tester fiction #fan fiction #american politician #politician #us senator #montana

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cruecifymesixx · 3 years

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Love and Leather /part eighty eight/

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Enjoy! Things will get better soon

Warnings: language, angst

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*Flashback*

*Moscow 1989*

"It's fucking bullshit!" Nikki shouts as he and the rest of the band come barreling through the dressing room door, "He's seriously going to let Bon fucking Jovi headline? Seriously? We deserve more than that!"

I glance up from filing my nails as each and everyone of them, besides Mick, looks pissed.

"Who the hell does Doc think he is? We're more of a selling act than he is! We didn't fly all the way out here just so we can be out at the bottom of the lineup. It's a complete waste of our time. We could be getting ready to promote Dr. Feelgood!" Tommy then joins in on the screaming match, well at this point I would say it's an ego match.

I move a piece of Nikki's disheveled hair out of his face as he sits next to me on the leather couch, "Fucking Doc promised Jovi that he would be headlining and bumped us down a few notches. If you can't handle managing big names than maybe you should get a different fucking job." Nikki explains to me as he swipes the bottle of sparkling water off the table and takes a sip.

I look around the room as Vince is staring off into space, Tommy is fumbling with his wedding ring and Mick is in his own little world strumming some chords on the guitar. I clear my throat a bit, "Baby, it's not that big of a deal.."

"Not that big of a deal?"

Nikki and I stare at each other a moment, "You know this event is for the fans, the kids that have never experienced American rock before. I don't think it really matters whose headlining and whose not, ya know?" I express my opinion gently as he just continues to stare at me, a dumbfounded look plastered across his face.

"You're just saying that because you like Bon Jovi." He snaps back with an added eye roll,

I chuckle a bit, "You're right, I do, but I wouldn't care if he was headlining or not. Just like I don't care if Mötley was headlining or not. Doc is doing what's best for business. The whole line up is star studded, Nikki. Whether your first or last it's not gonna matter to the audience. What matters is how good of a show you put on. Plus...with you guys being sober, not having performed in over a year and with the new album coming out, it just gives the band the chance to prove that you guys are doing better than ever before."

"How could you not care if Mötley was headlining or not?" Nikki questions, his tone shocked as I groan in annoyance.

"That's really all you took from that?" I eye him as his lips tug upwards in a small smile.

"It just fucking sucks Van. Our first big show out of rehab and he has us being the opening act for Bon Jovi. It's ridiculous. Doc was our manager first. We should take precedence. Not some fucking wannabe cowboy that sings power ballads."

*End flashback*

*Nikki's POV*

"She really wants to play soccer?" I look at Vanity as I lean against the doorframe of the bathroom, "Arianna hates when she gets dirty from playing in the backyard so why would she want to play soccer?" My nose wrinkles up in confusion as I watch Van brush her teeth.

She shrugs at me before spitting and rinsing her mouth, "I don't know. She just said she wanted to play so I grabbed the papers from the bulletin board at her school. I think it would be good for her Nikki. She likes staying busy so I think some little league sports would be good. We can still think about it and talk, the packet isn't due until April."

"No, no. I agree too. We'll just have to explain that she would have to stick with it and try to participate as much as she likes being active she is lazy sometimes." I notice she grabs her make up bag and start pulling stuff out, "You going somewhere?"

She turns her head looking over at me as she rubs cream onto her face, "Yeah? I'm going out with Jon...I told you like three days ago."

"Jon? Oh, right...right...the guy from the diner." I chuckle as she lets out an annoyed sigh.

"If you're gonna start already you can just leave me alone." Vanity tells me, eyebrow raising in mischief as she begins to put make up on her face.

I cross the threshold and pull myself up on the counter, "Where's he taking you? Somewhere romantic?" I tease her as she glances at me, "Oh? It is romantic tonight? That's cool...Donna's out shooting some stuff for Baywatch so she's kinda busy."

"I'm sorry you're lonely." Vanity smirks as she blows me a kiss, "And he's taking me to the beach. There's a horse stable in Malibu and we're gonna ride some horses and have dinner."

I let out an boisterous laugh, "Fucking seriously? That's the most corniest date I've ever heard of."

"Don't be mad because you didn't think of taking me first." She's quick with a comeback as I steal the blush from the counter when she reaches for it.

"Baby, If I wanted to take you on a romantic date I would fly us to Paris." I explain as I hand the container over, "Yeah...Paris, we could get some really nice wine, I'd take you to the best restaurant, get you some fresh flowers from the florist cart. We would take a stroll at the Jardin des Plantes after our dinner. You'd love it Van, there's twinkling lights and always people singing love songs." I explain to her as she glances at me smiling before rolling her eyes and looking back at herself in the mirror.

"Last time I was in Paris, I found out I was pregnant."

My eyes narrow as my head slightly tilts to the side, "During Dr. Feelgood? You knew you were pregnant then?"

"Yeah.." she nods as she starts putting the make up away and tousled her hair with her fingers, "And don't get upset because I didn't tell you. I had to take tests in Paris, remember? You thought I was sick from the sushi? I just had a feeling something was off and I also didn't want to tell you in case they were wrong. One test was negative so I just wanted to wait until we got back home and as you know what happened next." She chuckles a bit and looks at me, "Do I look okay?"

I sigh a bit, trying not to be upset "Yeah doll, you look perfect."

Vanity comes over and stands in front of me, placing her hands on my knees, "If you're gonna be bored go hang out with Tommy-"

"He's too obsessed with putting his head against Clems stomach since they heard the heartbeat at the doctors appointment last week." I explain as she smiles at me.

"You can't be mad at him for that. What about Mick? I'm sure he could use some company or Corabi?"

"No, Micks been wanting to stay to himself and Corabi got a girlfriend...I'll just wait for you to get back. You are coming home tonight, right?" I question her as she leaves the bathroom and I quickly follow, "Right, Vanity?"

"Yes Nikki. I'll be home. Do I have a curfew?" She looks at me over her shoulder before she walks into her closet to pick out clothes.

"Well...now that you mention it..." I laugh when she throws a pair of jeans at me before she slips a pair on and pulls them over her ass and hips, "So it's a casual date?"

"Mhmm...not that romantic like you think it is." She tells me as she pushes hangers back to look at sweaters. We both look at each other when the doorbell goes off.

"Nikki! Wait!!" She yells for me as I run out of her room with Anarchy chasing after me.

I run down the stairs, my eyes narrowing when I see a figure outside the glass paneling of the door, "I'll get it Van! You finish getting dressed!" I yell back at her, nudging Anarchy out of the way as I open up the door. The arrogant smile I had on my face dropped when I saw a dozen red roses and a pearly white smile hiding behind it.

"Jovi?" I stare at him as he chuckles, "You lost?"

"Uh no actually. I'm here to pick up Vanity." He explains, clearing his throat, "We have plans."

My hand grips the doorknob as we stare at one another, "Oh really? You're the guy she's been seeing? You do know it isn't a serious thing between you and her, right?"

Jon laughs at me as I glare, he holds the bouquet of flowers in his hand, "Look Nikki, I wouldn't want your feathers to get ruffled. We're just having fun with each other, that's all."

What the fuck was that suppose to mean? Fun? With each other?

"Yeah, well she can't go. She's sick. It's really nasty, she's been vomiting all morning and stuck on the toilet if you know what I mean. I think Arianna brought the bug home. So I'll have her call you, yeah?" I try closing the front door but he puts his hand out to stop me, "Get off my property before I call the cops."

I feel a hand on my side before I'm being pushed out of the way, "I'm glad you two were able to catch up." Van says, glaring at me before rolling her eyes, "Lets get going Jon." She smiles at him as he hands over the flowers and she's giving them to me "Put them in a vase for me would you Nikki?"

I reach for her arm and pull her back in, "Give us a minute would ya Jon? It's a family meeting." I glare before shutting the door in his face, "Seriously?! Bon fucking Jovi?!" I yell quietly as she reaches for the door handle but I grab her wrist.

"What? What's the problem? I'm doing what the therapist is asking us to do?" She fakes stupidity as she smiles at me, "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Why him? Of all fucking people? You know I don't like him." I speak through gritted teeth, "You could have picked anyone but him."

"That's not my problem Nikki. I am doing what you wanted so I am going to have fun on my date and I will see you when I get back."

My jaw clenches as she reaches for the door, I wanted to find the words to tell her not to go, to just stay with me and we'll figure it out but I just couldn't get them out of my fucking mouth. She looks at me before closing the door, hearing them talk before a car door closes and the engine starts. I grip the flowers in my hand before tossing them into the trash can.

*Vanity's POV*

I lean down against the drivers side window, feeling Jon put his hand against my cheek "I really had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you." I smile at him as his thumb runs over my cheekbone.

"Can't wait to see what you plan for the next date, I don't know why but I'm expecting it to be over the top." We both chuckle a bit as I nod in agreement.

"I'll have to think of something good then.." we both look at each other for a moment, before I lean forward to give him a kiss, "Goodnight Jon."

"Goodnight sweetheart, I'll call you."

I sigh a bit, waving bye to him when he drives out of the gates. I hold onto my purse as I walk up the front steps to the door, reaching for the handle as it doesn't open. I groan a bit and dig through my purse for my keys "Damnit.." I look through the glass, seeing them on the entry way table being illuminated by the kitchen light.

I step off the porch and walk over to the gate leading to the back yard but it's locked. Fucking Nikki. It's never locked. I try reaching over the wooden boards but I wasn't tall enough to grasp the latch. I sigh and go over to the door, pressing the doorbell and knocking loudly.

I hear a window open above me and i step back seeing Nikki, "Babe! Open the door. I left my keys here!"

"Oh you did? Well that sure as hell sucks." He says as he looks down at me.

"Nikki c'mon it's cold! Just let me in!" I shout back at him as I hear him laugh "This isn't funny! Open the door or I'm breaking it!" I hear him grumble before he leaves the window. I wait impatiently, ringing the doorbell again before the hallway light flips on.

"Why'd you forget your keys, Van?" He looks at me with a smug smile as he opens up the door.

"Because you were yelling at me." I lean against the wall "And we never lock the side gate so what gives? How childish are you to lock me out because you're jealous?"

"Jealous? Of course I'm jealous! How did you even meet him?! What the fuck Vanity, it's gonna get out to the press!"

"It's already in the press Nikki!" I shout back at him, "They already released pictures of you and Donna looking pretty comfortable at some god damn club! Everyone already knows! I met him at work Nikki-"

"So you've been lying to me?"

I stare at him as I laugh, "Are you joking me? Lying to you? I haven't lied about anything! I told you I was seeing a guy I met there!"

"But you didn't say it was Jovi! God, why do you have a thing for fucking rockstars! If it's not me, it's Tommy, if it's not Slash, it's Jovi. Whose fucking next!? How about I call up some of my friends and you can pick! You're nothing more than a glorified groupie slut who got lucky and popped out a rockstars kid!"

My shoulders drop as I stare at him in shock. Eyebrows raised and my lips parting slightly, "Hm." My eyes close with a light head shake as I reach for my keys from the bowl. I keep my purse on my shoulder as I turn from him and head back out the front door.

"Van, it's the middle of the night, I am sorry." Nikki's tone is panicked as he follows after me, "I'm mad and I didn't mean that. I said it out of anger." I feel his hand wrap around my elbow as my own hand reaches for the door. I tug my arm away from his grip and open the car door.

I stare at him for a moment, trying to come up with something to say, "Yeah, no. I'm not doing this." I sit down and shut the door, quickly locking it as I see him trying to open it. I put the key in the ignition ignoring the constant tapping on the window and my name being yelled as I put it in reverse and start backing out of the driveway. I'm not really sure where I was going, but I just knew I didn't want to be here with him suffocating me with apologies.

Later the following week, I find myself sitting in our therapists office clutching an iced coffee as I wait for Dr. Peterson to come in. I wanted to have a solo session as Nikki was in meetings with Alan and the band to discuss the production of the up coming tour and Arianna was at school.

Nikki and I haven't talked about our argument the other night, nor have we spoke more than 5 words to each other at a time. It makes me laugh because talking is easy, it comes naturally for the two of us as our own persons. Nikki had also been leaving after Arianna goes to bed and coming back early in the morning before she wakes up, my guess is he's staying at Donna's but at this point I've been finding myself asking do I even care anymore?

"I am surprised to see you by yourself." Dr. Peterson pulls me from my thoughts as I hear the door click shut and watch her walk over to her chair.

"Yeah-" I smile politely at her, "Thanks for seeing me on such a short notice too. I really appreciate it." I watch as she opens up her folder as she brings her glasses up to her face.

"At least I won't have to replace the candy dish mid session because Nikki decided to inhale the whole thing." She jokes as we both laugh a bit.

"I decided it would be better if I went solo on this one. Would save us both the headache and keep Nikki out of the dentist."

"Of course, so what would you like to discuss today?"

I shift on the couch as I cross one leg over my knee, "Well...Nikki and I got into a pretty heated argument the other night essentially over us seeing other people and I left because I didn't want to say anything I regretted like he did. I don't know...I'm just, I'm conflicted." I glance over at her, "The more him and I see other people, the more I don't feel like we have a chance of being together how we want to be. We're more distant than ever before. It's like there's some heavy, crushing weight over us."

"We-we rarely talk, only when it involves Arianna. Sometimes we have sex still so it's just confusing because he'll tell me one thing and do another."

"Okay...Have you two done any of the other ideas I told you about? Spending time with one another? Doing things you normally wouldn't do? Spending time together without Arianna? Adults need their time too, Vanity." She questions as I shake my head, "You two just jumped into seeing other people?"

"Well Nikki did, I didn't-" I sigh when she puts her hand up, "I forgot, don't place blame on the other person. Yes, we both did jump into seeing other people. I mean, we did hang out and spend time together alone but it was only once. He started getting busy with the album so we just haven't had the time."

"You haven't had the time? Or you just don't want to make the time?" Dr. Peterson asks as I look at her.

"Well...I don't know!" I chuckle a bit, "Nikki's busy. He has a lot on his plate at the moment."

She narrows her eyes at me, "He's busy? Is he even too busy for Arianna?"

"No, he's never too busy for her. He'd wipe out his whole schedule for Arianna."

Dr. Peterson leans back in the chair as we look at one another for a moment, "So...he's not too busy for Arianna and he's not too busy to make time to go on these dates from what you're telling me. So why do you think he's too busy to make time for you? Or are you worried he's going to tell you no, Vanity?"

"No, I'm not worried he would say no....I just don't feel like I'm one of his priorities, so why would he waste his time?" I shrug my shoulders as I look away from her for a moment.

"Okay....you've been going on dates too? How are they? Are you enjoying your time?"

I take a deep breath and exhale, "Yeah, I am. They've been really good and a lot of fun. He's really nice and pleasant to be around. It's like a fresh of breath air, but I feel so much guilt when I'm with him and I doubt Nikki feels like that." I roll my eyes as I meet her stern gaze, "I shouldn't assume how he's feeling." I mumble lowly to her.

"And has Nikki expressed how he feels about you going on dates? Has he told you?"

I nod a bit, "Yeah, he usually just jokes or teases me about it. But he got mad over the weekend that I was going on a date so we got into an argument. Nikki wasn't happy about who I'm seeing because he knows him and doesn't like him. He locked me out of the house, every door and side gate was locked. Even the garage. He kept saying I had been lying to him just because I didn't tell him who I was seeing.. I didn't tell him who I was seeing because I knew this would be the outcome." I lightly shake my head as a sigh escapes me.

"Vanity, I know you want things to work."

I stare at Dr. Peterson as my eyes swell up with tears, "Is that so wrong? That I just want to be together? For Arianna to have a family? I don't think that's a bad thing to want." I feel my voice get shaky and my bottom lip quivers as I look away from her.

"No, you're right. It's not a bad thing to want. However, is it Arianna who wants a family or is it you?"

My eyebrows pull together tightly in confusion, "What do you mean? I'm certain Arianna would want to see us together."

Dr. Peterson chuckles slightly as she glances at me, "You always use Arianna. Let's be honest, Vanity. You want a family because you weren't close with your own, same with Nikki and you are doing everything under the sun to have Nikki just want you, and only you. He's been your only support, stable support system. Yet, you don't know if you want him in or want him out. You're so worried about if he wants you that you probably don't stop and ask yourself, 'hey, do I even want him?'."

"Because he always says he wants me and only me. I'm sorry that I believe him?" My face scrunches up as I become frustrated, "My family was around enough. I wasn't completely abandoned like Nikki was. I just don't know why I keep thinking he's going to change, he never does. It's a never ending fucking cycle we're fine one minute and then the next we're not. It won't fucking stop." I grumble, slumping back against the couch as I look past her.

"Then maybe this is when you need to change instead of waiting on him. You decide if you want to take this situation into your hands and decide the outcome."

My eyes find hers, "Are you telling me to leave him?" The expression drops from my face and a frown replaces it as she doesn't say anything in return, "But I love him...and I barely knew how to function in New York without him." I blink back tears as I stare at the green and white pattered carpet, "I just- I wouldn't even know how to bring it up to Nikki without it turning into one big pile of shit."

"You could always do it here. It is a safe space, ya know?"

"I know it's a safe place...I'd just be scared he'd storm out of here and I'd find all my stuff thrown out in the street."

She chuckles, "I highly doubt Nikki would do that to you." I shrug at her words, "I'm not saying to jump to conclusions Vanity. Think it over, listen to what your gut, mind and heart are saying. I can only give you so much advice, it's your turn to decide if you want to take it or not."

I take a deep breath in as I breathe it out slowly, "I'll think about it for a few days and then I'll talk to him. And whatever happens, happens."

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newcountryradio · 2 years

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New country 25e jaargang #1119 (678) van 4 april 2022 (wk 14) tussen 19.00 -22.00 op Smelne fm

Album van de week * Hailey Whitters *Raised - Pigasus Records / Big Loud Records

1. Merle Haggard—Mamma Tried

2. Sam Hunt—Body Like A Back Road—

3. Clay Davidson-Unconditional--1971

4. Jeff Carson—Not On Your Love -- **26-3-2022

5. High Valley --Somebody Tell That Girl *way back

6. Hailey Whitters-Raised *raised

7. Hailey Whitters-Everything She Ain’t *raised

8. Clay Walker-Catching Up With An Ol’Memory -60

9. Ryan Hurd -Pass It On--59

10. Adam Doleac—Drinkin’ It Wrong 57

11. Overzicht # 5-2 countryairplay

12. Cody Johnson—'Til You Can’t -- human #1

13. Maren Morris—Bakground Music --*humble Quest

14. George Strait—Carrying Your Love With Me 1997

15. Lonestar—Come Cryin’ To Me -- 1997

16. Kenny Chesney--She’s Got It all-

17. The Wilder Blue—Shadows and moonlight -- favoriet

18. Faith Hill—Breathe- breathe 1999

19. Faith Hill—The Way You Love Me -breathe 1999

20. Thomas Rhett- Death Row *where We Started Sofi

21. The Tennessee Studs –Shrink—turn the heat up

22. Robert Pant /Alison Krauss—Searching For My Love—raise the roof

23. Joshua Hedley –Broke Again --2022

24. Jesper Lindell –Westcoast Rain --

25. 49 Winchester - “Annabel ”

26. Silver Lining—Your Everything--

27. Hailey Whitters--Big Family *raised

28. Hailey Whitters-College Town *raised

29. Ned Ledoux – Rodeo Dreams *Buckskin

30. Randall King—Shot Glass-- shotglass

31. Ernest – Flower shops – flower shops the album

32. Morgan Wallen - 7 summers --dangerous double album 2021

33. Re: Reba McEntire –Because Of You --

34. Charles Kelly –The Driver -- Trucksong

34a. C.W. McCall- Convoy - zie clip hierboven ** 1-4-2022

35. Merle Haggard /Heather Myles—No One Is Gonna Love You Better

36. Tyller Gummersall—If I Had You To Hold-- -juweeltje

37. Garth Brooks –Don’t Cross The River *scarecrow

38. Sandra Vanreys -..Falling in Love With You

39. Angie Flare—With The Car Running

40. Blackfields—Disappointed -

41. George Jones --He Stopped Loving Her Today

42. Dolly Parton - I Will Always Love You (3in 1)

43. Garth Brooks -If Tomorrow never Comes *Garth brooks

44. Hailey Whitters-Boys Back Home *raised

45. Zephania Ohora- She’s Leaving In The Morning—this highway

46. Willie Nelson --Our Song * first rose of spring

47. Jon Wolff- A Cowgirl Like You—Dos Corazon.

48. Kenny Rogers-- Lucille 1977

Adres Bauke van der vliet Samensteller/ presentator New Country Barten 30 8447 BS Heerenveen

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weirwoodking · 3 years

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While we are here complaining about the show, can we just mention how Robin is basically a different character? They like erased most of the things about him and mad his just a weak bratty kid who grows up to be a stud? Like what. Also Harry the heir, Mya, Miranda and I'm just gonna say it the vale itself? Like they just completely drop it. What happened to the mountain clans? Why did littlefinger want temporary control over the vale? Could Robin be really his son, not Jon Arryns? Like come on.

Well they deleted the entire Vale plotline because they hated George’s Sansa and her storyline. Also who’s Robin I only know a Robert Arryn

#remember how they changed his name because they didn’t want people confusing him with bobby b #really shows the intelligence expectations they were holding the audience to #as if in real life we never have to differentiate between two people with the same first name #ask #mymentalstateiswinterfell

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toxophilitis · 3 years

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Mom’s Naughty Urge cont.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jessica and Jon fell into bed together and relaxed in each other's arms for a few minutes. Jessica explained as well as she could her sudden realization that she needed her three sons as sex partners. Her son seemed to understand. Encouraged by his understanding and acceptance, she even managed to tell him about her experience with the gang of bikers in the woods so long ago. He promised to be gentle with her, and Jessica knew that her story moved him deeply.

Jessica felt a warmth for her son that grew into a fire between her legs. She felt his body close to her, felt his heart beating in his chest, felt the incredible warmth of his strong body soaking into her. She reached down between his legs and discovered that he was ready again, ready for anything she could teach him.

"Would you like to see my body, Jon?" she asked, sitting up and taking his hand.

"Sure, Mom! I've never seen you naked!" he said excitedly.

Jessica stood up and smoothed her hands down over her gown, making the material conform to the curvy contours of her body. She saw her son staring openly at her hands as they moved slowly over her body. His long cock was sticking straight up from his groin again, already beginning to ooze the fluid of his passion.

The horny mother undid the belt of her translucent gown and let it fall open, revealing her feminine treasures for her son to wonder at. She spread her gown open and let it frame her naked tits. Her luscious knockers caught the light of the bedside lamp, making her tits glow with golden warmth. Her tit-peaks were stiff with excitement; little conical protrusions of flesh that caught his eyes and held them.

Jessica cupped her free-flowing breasts in her warm hands and lifted them a bit, offering them freely to her son. She asked her son if he liked her body. She smiled knowingly when he nodded and made a dry sound in his throat. She asked him if he would like to touch her tits. He held out his hand and she walked silently toward him, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she moved.

Jessica breathed deeply when her son laid his trembling hand on her silken tit-flesh. Her breasts lifted slightly when she breathed in deeply. Her nipples tingled with sexual electricity as her son ran his hands over them. Her cunt twitched with desire, moistening more and more by the second. She felt goosepimples rising on her silken body as her excitement increased. She felt like giving her son everything she had to give, felt like treating him to all the joys of hot fucking.

"Feel how hard my nipples are, darling. I'm really very excited. I see that your little nipples are hard too," she said, reaching out and rubbing his nipples with her thumbs. "Why don't you do the same for me, Jon? I just love having my nipples stroked and pinched."

Jon reached out and let his fingers press against her hard nipples. His legs felt weak. She was doing something wild to him, making his nuts ache like hell, making him tense and weak at the same time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"Kiss my tits, Jon. Suck them. Nibble them a bit too, darling. I love having my sons suck my tits."

Jon pressed his lips around his mother's hard nipples and sucked them. He also ran his tongue around her areolas, making her tits tingle with excitement. He felt her hard erectile flesh slip in and out of his mouth, making wet popping sounds when they pulled from his sucking lips. He ran his teeth over her tit-peaks, making her shiver with delight. She seemed to like everything he did to her, and everything he did drove him wild too.

"Put your hand between my legs, lover. Feel free to touch me wherever you like," she breathed, dying to feel his fingers playing with her seething cunt-flesh.

"You really mean it? Can I really touch you there?" he choked, his hand hesitating half-way between her knees and her cunt. She felt her twat flutter, felt it running with musky moisture when he touched her. She felt her naked breasts crushing against his lean chest, felt her nipples rubbing against his muscles as she writhed with pleasure.

"Please move your fingers, Jon! Please! Oh yes! God! That's just right! You're making me so hot, Jon! You're making my cunt steam! Do you feel it? Do you feel how hot your mother's pussy is getting?"

"It is hot, Mom! Oh wow! This is too much, too fuckin' much!" he choked, reaching one hand behind his mother's naked body and squeezing the silken cheek of her ass while his other hand worked at her bunt.

Jessica felt her son's rigid cock rubbing up against her thigh as he held her to him. She felt him grinding his pelvis against her thigh, unable to control his excitement. His cock spread his slippery pre-cum all over her silky honey-tanned skin. His rod slipped and slid over her, making her hornier and hornier by the minute.

Jon moved his fingers eagerly over her wet pussy lips. He had had no idea that a woman's cunt could be so hot and inviting. Her cunt seemed to move with a life of its own. It seemed to beg him to put his fingers in, seemed to want to suck his hand into her rosy channel. He dared to insert a finger into his mother's seething cunt, then another and another. She seemed to love it.

Jessica felt him crooking his fingers inside her blazing cunt, tickling her inner flesh and making her moan with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around her boy and hugged him to her tightly, making his cock extend down her inner leg all the way to the lips of her cunt.

"Oh God, Jon! Your hand is inside me! It feels so good there! Twist your hand inside my fucking cunt! Oh yes! Yesssssssss! I'm on fire! I need it! And I need your cock!"

"Should I put it in you, Mom?" he asked, his heart beating wildly.

"God yes! Stick that lovely rod up my cunt, Jon! Show me what kind of a man you are! Shove it in me and make me feel like a woman again! I need it jerking inside me! Fuck me!" she cried, backing up against the wall and letting her arms drop to her sides.

"Will you tell me if I don't do it right, Mom?" Jon asked in a hoarse voice that betrayed his fear of making a mistake.

"You'll do it right, Jon. I just know you will. You're learning fast, lover. You'll be a stud before this night is over. You'll be able to satisfy me as no one ever has. Fuck me, son! Fuck your mother like a man!" she cried as his hot body pressed against her.

Jon began bucking his ass wildly, jabbing his dick against her thigh and the hair of her luscious cunt. It was quite a while before he found the hot slot between her legs. He reached down and guided his tool between the lips of her inviting cunt. He gasped when he felt her juicy cuntlips close around his hard organ. The heat of her seething cunt seemed to pass through his cock and go straight to his nuts. He felt his balls swelling, with cum, felt his balls tightening between his athletic legs as he began forcing his dick into his mother's cunt.

"Take me, Jon! Fill me up with it! Fuck me! All the way, Jon! God! It's beautiful! In and out, lover boy! Fuck me hard! You won't hurt me, son! Don't be afraid! Screw me!" she cried as her son drove his dick in and out of her tight wet cunt-hole.

"Unngggh!" her son gasped.

Jon slammed his hard body up against his mother, punching his prick in and out of her grasping cunt. Her pussy held him like a vise of flesh, squeezing his impaled cock, sucking at it like a hundred greedy mouths. He felt his nuts slapping hard against her steaming crotch as he fucked her. Her tits were crushed up against his heaving chest. He felt his stiff nipples rubbing against her, felt her belly pressing against his as he drove his rod into her all the way to his groin.

"Grind it into me, darling!" she cried. "Move your hips and make it move in a circle inside me! That's lovely! Oh God, Jon! You really know how to fuck!"

Jon heard his mother's words and went wild inside. He was so encouraged by his mother's moans of delight that he fucked her like a stallion, banging against her and making her cunt drip with excitement. He knew that he would soon shoot a heavy wad of cum into her grasping cunt. He didn't know whether he should let that happen or not. How would she react if he filled her cunt with own?

"Mom, I can't do this much more!"

"Yes you can, darling! Fuck me hard! I just love it!"

"But I'm gonna shoot off pretty soon, Mom! I'm gonna come!" he rasped, his balls gathered tightly between his legs.

"I want you to, Jon! I want you to shoot your wad right up my fucking cunt! I can't tell you how much I want to take your cum inside me! Fuck me! Shoot me full of it!"

Jessica felt the shuddering pleasure of her own orgasm building between her legs. Her clit was on fire, a fire kindled by the friction of her son's rigid dick against her bud of flesh. His cock kept punching in and out of her, stimulating her to the flash point. Her cunt dripped. Her juice flowed down her son's cock and drenched his swollen balls.

"Oh shit! It's gonna happen, Mom! Oh fuck! I'm comin' in you! Take it, Mom! Take my fuckin' stuff!" He grunted as he shot his hot wad up his mother's cunt.

Jessica felt the rush of her orgasm at exactly the same time her son pumped his cum into her. Her cunt gushed with passion as her orgasm tore through her like a tornado. She felt his cum spurting deep inside her sucking channel, filling her with jism, mingling with the musky fluids of her own passion.

The two horny fuckers held each other tightly as their orgasms passed over them like a storm. The mother and the son shared a kind of peace that society would have denied them. They felt closer than they had ever felt before. They were both aware that they had violated a taboo, but they had enjoyed every ball-busting and cunt-tingling minute of it, and they wanted more.

"Would you like to take a shower with me, Jon?" she asked later as they lay together in her soft warm bed.

"Sure, Mom. That sounds like fun."

"I'm sure a nice shower will make you horny again in no time. All that water rolling down over your cock and balls will make you stiffen up before you know it," she said, reaching down and fondling his soft cock and nuts.

"Can I wash your tits, Mom?" he asked.

"Of course, son. You may wash my tits and even my cunt. I'll wrap my soapy fingers around that big beautiful prick of yours and rub it for you until it gets big and hard again."

"It's gettin' hard already!"

"Perhaps we'd better hurry down the hall before we end up fucking right here again."

Jessica slipped out of bed with her son and led him down the hall. Jon dared to reach out and run his forefinger down the crack of her full womanly ass all the way to the nest of her cunt. Jessica couldn't help giggling with girlish delight when he tickled her butt. She put her finger to his lips quickly.

"Shhhhhhh," she said, brushing his eager hand away from her ass. "Not here. We don't want to wake your brothers."

"Why not, Mom? They knew about everything already, don't they? I mean... uh... they've been doin' this stuff with you longer than I have."

Jon had given her something to think about. She hadn't ever considered the possibility of having more than one of her sons at once. Jon seemed to accept their new relationship completely. He didn't seem to care what his brothers found out about them. Perhaps it would be fun to draw all three of her eager sons into her net at once.

Her head swimming with the possibilities of a four-way fuck with her family of hot studs, Jessica led Jon into the shower and adjusted the spray. First she thrilled to the harsh spray against her back and the sensitive flesh of her ass. Then she turned and let the water hit her tits, making them tingle and making goosepimples appear on her aureoles. Jon joined her under the shower, tossing his inhibitions to the wind and thoroughly enjoying the experience of showering with his mother. Jessica knew that he would enjoy it even more when she laid her loving hand on his wet naked body.

Jessica took the soap and a washcloth in her hands and worked up a heavy lather, applying it to her son's chest and stomach. She lathered up his naked body from head to toe, thrilling to the feel of his skin and to his immediate reaction to her caresses.

Jon's cock stood up when he felt his mother's hands running over his body. He was still amazed that she would lavish so much attention on him. Her hands seemed to know just what to do, just where to touch him and when.

When her son's cock was throbbing again, the seductive mother fell to her knees and rubbed lather all over the slight growth of hair on her son's groin. She lathered it up until it looked like a cream pie. She rubbed her hand up and down the soapy shaft of his hard-on until she was afraid he might go off again.

"Turn around, darling," she said, "I want to do something new for you."

Jon did as he was told, turning until his ass was facing his mother. He felt her soapy hands on his hard buttocks, felt her fingers kneading the flesh of his ass. She ran her fingers down the soapy crack, pressing ever so gently against the ring of his asshole.

"Does that feel good, lover?" she asked sweetly, her cunt tingling.

"Uh-huh, Mom," he admitted, wondering what she was up to.

Jessica ran her hand up under his ass and grabbed his balls from behind. She rubbed his nuts with her wet palm for a moment or two, making them seethe in their soapy sac. Then she pressed his asshole harder with the tip of her finger, pressed it until she felt her finger entering his tight shithole.

"Gosh, Mom! What are you doin'?" Jon asked.

"Does it hurt, Jon?"

"A... a little..." he said, clenching his buttocks against her fingers.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it if you let yourself relax, Jon," Jessica said, pushing her rigid finger into her son's tight asshole.

"Did you do this to Dad?" Jon asked in amazement.

"Of course, darling. And he loved it. He did it to me too. In fact, your father used to love to stick his big fat cock right up my ass," she said, twisting her finger.

"Did he fuck you in the ass? Did he really do that, Mom?"

"Don't be shocked, darling. Your father did all sorts of wonderful things to me. I want you to do those things to me too, Jon. I want you to fuck me in the ass just like your father did. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Sure, Mom. But... uh... won't it hurt?" he asked, jerking a bit when she buried her finger in his asshole all the way to her knuckle.

"It might, darling. But I'm sure I'll get over it. After all, your father's cock was enormous and I managed to get used to his. Your cock is almost as big as his already. Did you know that, darling?"

"Wow! Is it, really?" he asked, feeling proud of his masculine development.

After running her finger in and put of her son's asshole a few times she stood up and handed her son the soap. He proceeded to lather her naked body just as she had done for him. He ran his hands over her silken globes, filling the slope between her tits with suds. He rubbed her soapy tit-peaks with his thumbs, making them harden temptingly. He could hardly resist bending toward her tits and sucking her soapy nipples into his mouth. He ran his hands over her belly and down her sides. He tangled his fingers in her pubic nest and lathered up her love-hair.

"Wash my little pussy now, Jon," she cooed, spreading her legs slightly and inviting him to rub her cunt.

The eager teen fell to his knees and began rubbing her frothy cunt with the palm of his hand. His mother shivered with delight as he stimulated her wet pussy. Water cascaded down over her naked body, dripping from her tits and rolling down her thighs and washing the lather on her cunt away. She handed him the washcloth and told him to rub her cunt with it. He did as she said, rather clumsily at first. He soon discovered how to rub her cunt with the cloth to give her the most pleasure. He held one end of the cloth with one hand and reached behind her with the other, taking the other end of the cloth and sawing it back and forth between her naked legs.

Jessica leaned against the shower wall and abandoned herself to the maddening passions her son inspired in her. She gasped and sighed with pleasure. She opened her lips and uttered a shrill cry of pleasure as her cunt burned with ecstasy. She was coming again, and it was even better than the time before.

"Oh God! Jon! You're making me come! Oh Lord yes! Yesssssss! Rub me! Rub my hot fucking cunt! I love it! Make me come! Oh Jon! I-I'm coming! I'm commmmminnnnggggg!"

Jon held her legs tightly as she came, dropping the washcloth when she cried out and wrapping his wet arms around her naked legs. He held her until she stopped whimpering, pressing his face against her flashing cunt, inhaling her feminine fragrance.

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trans-gerry-keay · 3 years

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The Three of Us

Characters: Gerry Keay, Martin Blackwood, Jon Sims

Relationship (s): Jon/Gerry/Martin

Words: 438

Can be seen as a prequel to Hands !

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Gerry wandered around the kitchen, collecting spices in one hand, scanning the cabinet shelves for nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla, allspice. Flour dusted his apron and he worked the metal stud in his tongue between his teeth as he thought.

Clicking his tongue softly, he set the spices and extracts down on the counter, turning his piercing gaze on the fridge.

He pulled the door open, leaning a hip against it as he piled milk, butter, and two eggs into his arms, stepping back and elbowing the door closed.

He set down the wet ingredients next to the rest of them, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tapping in the passcode.

Scrolling through his music, he clicked on an album (it was something Martin had recommended-- some sad folk music) when a notification popped up, covering the top of his screen.

Message from Jon Sims 👁️ - do you think I could get away w…

Gerry chuckled and opened the message, reading it through.

Jon: do you think I could get away with not sleeping if I mix 5 hour energy and instant coffee together?

Gerry: tell me your findings, doctor scientist

Jon sims is typing…

Jon: this tastes terrible

Jon: you know those um.

Jon: you know those candies that are just like. Sweet powder

Gerry: … I'm scared of where this is going

Jon: latest.png

Gerry: what are you gonna do with the fun dip stick?

Jon: stir stick

Gerry: pretty sure you're making a deadly potion

Jon: I'll risk it

Gerry pulled his music app back up, clicking play on the album, then pulled a bowl from a cabinet and put the phone inside, making it just a bit louder.

Shuffled footsteps could be heard from the door to the kitchen as Gerry started whisking together ingredients, and he turned to see who it was.

"Wow, you're… baking?" Martin asked, dark bags under his eyes.

Gerry hummed the affirmative, "No luck on your nap?"

"Nightmares."

Gerry set down the whisk, opening his arms and beckoning Martin in, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, burying his face in the crook of Martin's neck and slowly starting to sway from side to side, pulling Martin along with him, the music filling the room.

Martin's fingers trembled slightly in Gerry's, his other hand pressed firmly in the small of Gerry's back, making the space between them non-existent.

They stayed, swaying, in the kitchen as the sun went down, as Jon dropped his keys in the bowl by the door and came in to wrap his arms around Martin from behind.

Sometimes, just the three of them was enough.

#jongerrymartin #gerrymartin #gerry keay #martin blackwood #jon sims #bookbound #magnetic tape #cashmere #bell scrawls #jon #martin #gerry

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feathered-serpents · 4 years

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Awhile back I was gonna make “piercing headcanons for Magnus characters” cause I have three piercings and plan on getting way more then decided that was stupid THEN decided I don’t care if its stupid I’m having fun:

Piercing headcanons for Magnus characters:

- Tim has both of his lobes and his septum pierced. The septum is absolutely against Institute dress code and for awhile he actually went through efforts to hide it or wear retainers etc. Then around mid season 2 he completely stopped caring and would wear some of the most obnoxious rings to piss of Elias specifically

- Martin’s never been one for super flashy body modification and his mother was the kind of person who thought any piercing not on the lobes was “delinquent.” However, in his own little rebellion Martin has small gauges in his lobes. Only about six millimeter, very subtle, but he loves them. They make him feel a bit more confident in himself even if no one really notices.

- Georgie has a BUNCH of cartilage piercings and her nostril done. She’s the kind of person to just FILL her ears with different color hoops and honestly it slays?? She has such good coordination or controlled chaos in her earrings and I’m obsessed just thinking about it

- Melanie has an industrial bar in her left ear and a double lobe. She only wears silver or black earrings but once she got with Georgie she bought little cat paw earrings that are bright blue and she never takes them off.

- Daisy and Basira both only have the standard lobe piercings but they surprise people with the earring choices they have. Basira’s actually a big fan of simple but beautiful dangle-y earrings and Daisy likes to sometimes wear little white flower studs.

- If you look closely you’ll notice Jon has a tiny gap in his right eyebrow. If you ask him what happened, he’ll say he fell or ran into a door frame or something similar. If you find his university photos you’ll realize...he had his eyebrow pierced. And his nostril. And one of his lobes. He won’t admit to it. The nostril has long since closed and clearly his eyebrow piercing inevitably rejected (not to any lack of care on his part eyebrow piercings ALWAYS reject) but he still has the lobe piercing, and once in a blue moon he’ll wear something in it

#tma #the magnus archives

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter eighteen: narcissus staring at his reflection

Another few weeks and another few weeks worth of having her ears blown out by the sheer amount of shows that took place before her, and Sam truly felt herself to be part of the music world as well as the art world. Every night, all the way until the final date in San Antonio, about a week before they had to prepare for the flight up to Oulu, in Finland, Charlie asked her to make a little sketch for him before he went up to the stage as sort of a good luck charm. He lent her a little blank notepad which he had found from the glove box in Anthrax's van, and he always made it specific, as well: they had to be in a sketchy style with strictly a black ink pen.

“Why exactly that?” she asked him one evening while the Cherry Suicides were setting up for their opening gig, and he gestured for her to move in closer to him.

“A little bird told me that Louie got one before I did,” he replied in a low voice.

“Zelda!” she hissed.

“Nah, not Zelda,” he assured her. “I did see it in the front window of Testament's van, though.”

“Oh, I see. Propped it up within their sight so everyone could see it.”

“Exactly! I'll get you more paper, too.”

“Yeah, I'm kind of starting to run low on this notebook paper, if I'm honest.”

But nevertheless, she sprung right to it: a little scratchy drawing of Charlie upon the lined paper, complete with the black curls all around his head. Sometimes, she drew a little drum kit before him to make it look as though it was in fact Charlie there: this was one of those times. Within a few minutes flat, she finished it and signed her initials at the bottom of the page, and then she handed it to him for good luck.

“You ought to compile all of those together in a collection of sorts,” she suggested.

“Like a little book!” He then snapped his fingers; from underneath his bangs, Sam made out the twinkle in his dark eyes. “There's an idea for you.”

“An art book?”

“Yeah! Something to do some day when you're out of school and you've made it big at some point.” He flicked his bangs back and he flashed her a little wink.

“Not soon? While you guys are over in Scandinavia with the girls and with Metal Church?”

“Nah, it'll take too much of your time, if I'm honest. Even I can tell you that. By the way—you heard this from me—” He glanced around him before he returned to her. “—we're gonna be with Ozzy, too.”

“No way!” Her face lit up at the sound of that.

“Yes way! But—” He leaned in closer to her again and he lowered his voice a bit. “—please don't tell Zelda, though. Scott and I want it to be a surprise for her. We got her and Minerva both into Ozzy and Randy Rhoads shortly after the announcement was made that we would be going to Finland. As far as the two of them know, it's just gonna be us with them and Metal Church.”

“Okay—” Sam was cut off by Frank and Dan skirting past her with their guitars in hand. She then glanced down at the notepad in her hands: two pages left, and of course not nearly enough to tithe her over until they left for England at the end of August.

“Also, Zelda wants to talk to you,” Charlie picked up again, that time with a slight clearing of his throat.

“About what?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “Dunno,” he confessed. “She just told me earlier over breakfast that she wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Well, where is she?” Sam wondered about that especially since she had bunked with the Cherry Suicides every night on this stint of the tour. She could have easily spoken to her about it at some point during one of those nights.

“She and Morgan are both signing autographs right now, believe it or not. I guess those girls are getting quite the fan base now. You know it's only a matter of time before they go Testament's route and start their own fan club. Morgan and I were talking about that just this morning over breakfast and I was like 'yes! You totally should at some point. Eric'll probably help you out with that, too, because he's the driving force behind that.'”

“What they get for thrashing all around,” Sam chuckled.

“Right! In fact, I've been seeing a lot more women in our crowds now because of them. Definitely more of the punky type of women given their music—lots of dyed mohawks and black leather and studs, but women nonetheless. From a mile away, I can tell they're all women. Not only do I have to owe it to the four of them, but I want to hand it to you and—” He cleared his throat. “—Marla and Belinda especially. Our first real big female fans.” Without a moment's hesitation, he put his arms around her and Sam returned the favor.

She then tucked the notepad into her pocket and before she could step away, Charlie spoke again.

“Did—Marla move into her new place by chance? I know it's been a while. I'm just—you know, just kinda curious.”

“I think she did?” Sam recalled: every night seemed to melt into itself, despite the new surroundings each and every time. “I'll have to ask her when I see her tonight, because I'm not too sure if I'm honest. I called her from the room last night and she told me that she's waiting for a direct deposit from me. And I promised her I'll get it once you guys run off to Finland, 'cause that's when I get the money from Jon.”

“I see. You know, I, um—” He cleared his throat again. “I still think about her from time to time.”

Sam squinted her eyes at him, and she flashed back on the night in which Marla came with her and Joey to her parents' house.

“She told me—you guys broke up because you have feelings about someone else.”

“And I do,” he answered, frank.

“Do you mind me asking?” She lowered her voice enough to where only he could hear her over the commotion around them. He nibbled on his bottom lip and he gazed off to the side.

“I won't tell anyone,” she vowed. “I promise. I'm not like Belinda—I'll keep a secret.”

He chuckled at that, but then his expression turned serious once again.

“Rosita,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He nodded at her. “She's just—she's a babe. She rocks, too. Just the way she plays bass, man, it just—it kind of reminds me of the way Frankie plays bass and the way Cliff used to play bass, too.”

Her heart skpped a few beats at the sound of Cliff's name.

“Real friendly and just—” He shook his head again. “I've tried to ask her out but I just never got the courage to do so yet.”

“You ought to,” Sam told him. “Cliff did and we just clicked from that point on. For all you know, she might be the one for you.”

Charlie sighed through his nose and he nibbled on his bottom lip again.

“It's a long flight up to Helsinki from here,” he said. “That's a long time to think of the right words. I just don't really like being put on the spot like that. When I asked Marla out, she and I were all alone. It's just—finding that solitary moment, you know?”

“Yeah. 'Cause we're surrounded by people constantly.”

“Right. Exactly, yeah! I can always pull her aside—like when people are getting off of the plane. I'll ask her right there.”

“You should.”

“I don't wanna make any promises, though, 'cause something always come up. Things always come up, especially while on tour.”

“Right...”

“But I'll give it a shot, though,” he told her. “That's the only promise I can genuinely make is that.” He sighed through his nose and he glanced down to his hands. “And thank you for this, by the way.” He flashed the little sketch to her.

“Just—an artist to another artist.”

“Exactly!” Charlie peered over his shoulder to the other side of the room to the front doors and he knitted his eyebrows together. “Time is it?”

“I think it's almost noon?”

“I think Zelda might be on break. Why don't you go talk to her?”

Sam then nodded her head and once she tucked the notepad into her purse, she ambled over to the stairs at the edge of the stage; she padded across the narrow strip of carpet before the stage and then she made her way up one of the two aisles that split the rows of seats into neat thirds. She reached the double doors at the top there and she pushed open the one on the right: indeed, right in the front lobby of the theater was Zelda and Morgan seated at a low white table with felt tip pens in hand. The former had combed her back into a slick pompadour upon her head while the latter had on a bright red cowgirl hat and red lace gloves on her hands, complete with a red and black lace brassiere under a red lace bolero.

Zelda then turned her head and her face lit up at the sight of Sam.

“Hey, there she is!” she declared. “We were just discussing special outfits for tonight's show, given we're in Texas and whatnot.”

“Kinda makes me wish I had my black hat with me,” Sam confessed with a pat of her own head.

“We could be dead cowgirls,” Morgan said with a smirk on her face. “With nooses around our necks and splatters all over our hats.”

“Dead punk cowgirls,” Zelda corrected her with a nod. She then returned to Sam. “So what's up?”

“You wanted to talk to me about something?”

She hesitated and then she gasped and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, that!” Her expression then turned serious. “Been meaning to tell you this for a couple of days now, and it just keeps slipping from memory. Just because I have other, important things to worry about and remember.”

Sam lingered next to her, and the edge of the table.

“Another reason to be nicer to Alex the next time you see him,” Zelda started again as she held the pen in between two fingers.

“What's that?” Sam asked her, and she hesitated once more.

“Do you ever notice how bullies tend to travel in packs,” she pointed out, and Sam stopped right in her tracks.

“What do you mean?”

“They travel in packs and the ones getting picked on are usually solitary.” She turned to Morgan. “Wouldn't you agree, Mo? That bullies travel in packs and their prey often stands alone?”

“Oh, yeah. And it's always a sign of vulnerability, too. They won't admit it, though. But why do you think—cowgirls—punks—metalheads—all travel in packs? Same mindset. Bullies have a similar mindset, but they refuse to admit it.”

Sam frowned at that as Zelda returned her attention to her.

“They travel in packs because they know they're weak on their own. So—my suggestion, Sam.” Zelda twirled the pen in between her fingers. “The next time you see him, like when we're out in California when we get home from Finland—talk to him. And really talk to him, too. That boy deserves it. He just looks—lonely to me. I don't really know his full story, other than what Louie, Zetro, and Greg have all told me about him, but I feel like he's an easy target. So—the little blow up you guys had makes me wonder if he sees you in a shitty light, and I know you're not like that at all. But he needs to know that. He needs to know that you're of good stature. I know it's gonna be hard, given he's so hard himself but—he's still just a young buck, though. We've met a few teenagers signing autographs in here—and it's just so cool to see. These young girls—a lot of boys, too—”

“The girls come for the music, the boys come for something else,” Morgan joked.

“Right!” Zelda burst out laughing, and then she straightened herself out. “But—we've been seeing these kids coming through here in Texas—and there were those kids in Portland, too. And I think it was that bunch—in Tacoma and also in Portland, that got me thinking about Alex again, because he's still just a kid and we haven't seen him in a few weeks 'cause they're with Overkill right now. And I just think—he's legally an adult, but he's still just a boy, though. So—try to talk to him if you can. Let him know that he belongs with the whole gang and everything.”

“It's a little bit hard for us,” Morgan filled in, “because we're punks. We're a punk band. A punk band opening for a metal band, so it just feels a little weird with us and whatnot.”

“But we think that,” Zelda continued, “—since you and him actually have a little bit of history with Cliff especially—you could do it better with him than any of us can.”

“Why us, though? Don't you think one of the guys from Testament could try and talk with him?”

“Because they're dudes,” Zelda replied with a flutter of her eyelashes, “they're not good with feelings like us. I actually tried doing that with Louie once and he was struggling with it, I could tell. One of the things that drove me nuts about him was how it almost felt like I couldn't talk to him about anything on an emotional level.”

Sam thought about that night in Boston, where Louie confessed that Zelda was his affair, and she tightened her lips at the very thought of that. Yet another secret to keep under wraps.

“Anyways—if you could do that, he could probably be a little more—present, I'd say? I was actually talking to Louie just last night and I guess they've been struggling lately.”

“Why's that?” Sam asked her.

“I guess they've been kicking serious ass with the music lately but—they're sorta lacking with the presence. Alex moves around a little bit but he's like stilted, though.”

“They're getting accused of being too much like Metallica, too,” Morgan added.

“Yeah, that's another thing! Chuck apparently sounds way too much like James which is horse shit to me. There's a little parallel there given they're all from the San Francisco Bay Area, but I don't really see it to be honest.”

A knock on the glass door to up the lobby from them caught their attention. Sam recognized that head of fiery red hair in the midday sun outside as she peered in through the smoked glass pane. Fiery dyed red hair coupled with large brown sunglasses, a white camisole over a matching long skirt, and a big shabby hand bag.

“Hey, it's Marla!” Sam called out; she padded over to the doors but before she reached Marla there, she returned to Zelda and wagged a finger at her.

“I'll remember that,” she vowed, and Zelda nodded her head at her. Sam then opened the door and she was greeted by a blast of hot humid air in stark contrast to the air conditioner around her.

“Hey, you!” Marla greeted her and she stepped inside the lobby and shut the door behind her.

“I was wondering when you'd get here,” Sam replied and they embraced one another.

“So Bel and Aurora helped me move my things into the new place in Hell's Kitchen,” Marla started again as she took off her sunglasses, “I just need the other side of the first month's rent and the deposit, too.”

“Well, this is the last date of the tour before they—” Sam gestured back to Zelda and Morgan at the table. “—head up to Helsinki next week. That's when I get paid.”

“Okay, good!” Marla then reached into her hand bag for something and she took out her big Polaroid camera.

“Hey, I remember that.”

“Oh, yeah, we got together at L'Amour—many moons ago, and you made that drawing of me and Charlie. And you used that Polaroid, too. I decided, eh, why not have it again?”

She turned back to Sam again.

“You wanna get something to drink? I'm like dying of thirst right now.”

“I'd love to.”

“You ladies wanna join us?” Marla called to Zelda and Morgan.

“We're shooting the rock star bullshit and signing autographs,” Zelda replied. “We should be seeing more people coming through here in about ten minutes.”

“Yeah, I saw a bunch of people standing out in the shade around the corner here. I thought maybe they showed up early for will call.”

“Nah, it's for them,” Sam told her. “They're actually starting to make serious headway in the music world now.”

“Right on! Anyways, there's a juice bar right up the street here. We can sit in the shade, too, and I just heard that we're not too far from the River Walk and the Alamo, either.”

“So you can literally call me Sam Houston now!”

Zelda and Morgan laughed out loud at that.

“Right!” Marla chuckled. “But anyways, it's actually not bad out—it's just the sun is hotter than holy fuck is all.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam returned to Zelda and Morgan. “I'll see you girls later—”

The two of them stepped outside to the sun as it hung high in the clear blue sky over their heads. Indeed, it wasn't that hot out, but the contrast of the air conditioner and the sunlight on their heads and the sidewalk around them made Sam wish for one of those large oak trees to cover their heads all the way up the block to the corner.

“So we've got a nice view of the water,” Marla told her.

“And it's close to school, too, I remember you telling me that.”

“Yeah, it is! No more taking the stinkin' subways so much. And by the way, Bel told me to tell you that, yes—we will help you. We kinda have to help you.”

“I moved cross country,” Sam recalled, “with the help of my parents, and almost by sheer luck, I met Frankie and Joey, but yeah—I could definitely use a little help.”

They reached the juice bar in question and Sam took to the table right before the front door, right underneath an oak tree and a pair of short stubby palmetto trees, and she set her purse down before her. Marla offered to buy up for her given she hadn't a lot of money on her at the moment.

“I'm just gonna use the bathroom real quick, though,” she told her as she set her purse down on the table before her. Sam nodded her head as she watched Marla head inside of there: that cherry red hair as bright as the very sun itself. Sam gave her hair a toss back and a light breeze came up from behind her. Still not enough to beat the intense summer sun, and she reached into her purse for a ponytail holder.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something by the corner to her left. As she tied up her hair, she looked over and spotted Joey at the corner of the building. He was looking at something, but she couldn't tell as to what he looked at there.

She set her hands down on her lap and she watched him. He stood before the glass and he leaned back a bit. He was looking at his own reflection.

She had an idea.

That in and of itself could act as her newest painting, and she would put more thought into it this time around. She knew he would move at some point. He turned his back to her right then. She had nothing with her but the little notepad and the ink pen in her purse.

But then again, Marla's camera stood right there on the table next to her. Without a second thought, she picked up the camera and she pointed it in Joey's direction. All the times she thought of making a stained glass window about his likeness.

Slim and delicate, almost elegant in fact. The black curls sprawled down his back towards his thin waist. The white shirt he wore only accentuated the thinness of his body and the richness of his curls.

She took out the camera and she took the cover off of the lens. She peered in through the aperture and there he was, right within her line of sight.

“C'mon, Joey, turn to the side again,” she muttered to herself; she rested her finger on the bottom on top. For a second, she felt like a genuine photographer. “The other side. C'mon, Marla's gonna be back soon.”

Like magic, he turned to the right side. She pressed the button and the flash dissipated with the midday sun so he couldn't see it. The camera spat out the Polaroid and she took it before anyone could see it for themselves. She waved it about so the ink would settle in on the paper.

His slim body was as flat as a washboard, and his curls sprawled down towards his waist like tentacles. He had slightly bent his legs at the knees all the while, but she knew she had the perfect subject to work with no one was looking. The decision now was between acrylic paints on canvas once again, or to go forth with the stained glass idea. If she carried out the latter, she would have to take a better shot of him, or he would have to sit still for her again, and she had no idea as to when he would do that again for her.

But she chuckled to herself as she looked on at the photograph in hand. She glanced up and she recognized Marla's head of cherry red hair on the other side of the glass, thus she quickly slipped the camera back into Marla's hand bag and she stashed the Polaroid into her own. Joey then strode away from the glass reflection and towards the front door of the juice bar for himself.

Some day, she would carry out that stained glass idea with him. It was a matter of when and how. Add to this, as she peered into her purse once again, she spotted that little plastic bag at the bottom there. A little more inspiration was all she needed, courtesy of Joey himself. But she had no lighter to do that just yet.

She took another glimpse up to the front door of the bar, and Joey had made his way inside; Marla then doubled back outside, right past him and towards the table once again. She squinted her eyes against the hot summer sun.

“So they've got all manner of smoothies and good stuff for us.”

“I'll take blueberry if they have it,” Sam told her.

“The special for today is blueberry pomegranate.”

“I'll have that then!”

Marla opened her bag for her wallet and frowned at what she saw before her.

“What happened here?” she wondered aloud.

“What do you mean?”

She picked up her camera and she delved about the bottom of the hand bag for something.

“The cover came off of the lens.” And Sam shook her head at that given she merely tossed the lid in there. Marla stuck the cover back on and then she returned for her wallet.

“It is getting kind of long in tooth, though. I've had it a long time... anyways, I'll be right back. And Joey's in there, by the way!”

“Oh, boy!” Sam felt her face grow warm at the sound of that, and Marla returned to the front door once again. The sight of Marla putting the cover back onto the lens made her think of Zelda's words to her. She could keep a secret, and yet she needed to heed by that promise as well. She reached into her purse again, and that time for the notepad and the pen.

The last night of the North American stint for the time being and she could fill in the next two pages there with some other things. She lifted the penultimate page and then she set the pad down on the table before her.

“'Talk to Alex,'” she muttered to herself as she wrote the words down on that final page of the notepad. Now she had something else to live to, especially since Marla knew nothing about what had happened that morning in her own city.

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"When in Moscow" -- 1989

"Where you goin'?" Nikki asks me, as I finish freshening up, the best I can in this hell hole, and changing.

"Me and Sharise and Heather and Emi and Donna and the girls are going out." I explain.

"The girls? Meaning…?" He catches on and puts his hands on his hips. "Now, hold on, now, we did not come here for you to pack it up with everybody's wife and girlfriend and ditch us."

"It's just for a couple hours." I tell him.

"Well, what about Monroe?" He asks as if he thinks he's found a way to get me to stay.

"Surely you can manage taking care of him for just a little bit. Incentive to behave." I put my heels on and he furrows his brows.

"Viv--"

"--I love you, I'll be back in no time." I assure him, giving him a kiss before I pull away.

When I get out in the hallway, Heather, Sharise and Emi are already waiting.

"Maria's coming. She's just trying to shake him off her leg." Donna says, coming out of Sebastians room.

I think it's a metaphor, but, oh no.

"It's literally just for a few minutes, quit being such a little baby!" Maria exclaims, bracing herself on the doorway to try to walk.

I slowly lean over to see her clearly, Sebastian hanging onto her leg like a child.

"No! This was supposed to be our weekend!" He states.

"Exactly!" Nikki pipes in agreeance and all of us girls glare at him.

"Don't encourage him!" I scold my husband.

"Jon, it's not the end of the world, alright?" Dorthea sighs out as she walks to us. "Girls, I'm ready." She tells us.

"Babe, let's go." Tommy says to Heather as he exits their room, taking a double-take to look at all of us in the hall. "Alright," he says excitedly. "You guys comin' too?"

"Um, Tommy?" Heather sweetly starts, stepping to him. "I didn't mean 'we' were going out, I meant, 'we'." She motions to us girls.

"Without the guys?" He questions, his smile falling to a frown.

"We're taking Fred for security but that's it." She adds.

"Oh, come on!" Nikki groans while Jon, Tommy, and Sebastian groan. "So Fred gets to go out with all the chicks while we're stuck here? What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Yeah, especially since our entertainment is stepping out." Jon states and Dorthea crosses her arms.

"Entertainment?" She hisses. "We just got married, Jon, and I'm just your 'entertainment'?" She mocks his voice.

She poses a solid question, and we slowly turn and look at Jon, waiting for his reply.

Waiting for all their replies, actually, since it's obvious that their 'entertainment' is all they see us as sometimes.

Maria is shooting daggers at her leg that Sebastian is looped around, smiling up at her innocently.

"I got champagne." Nikki tells me, complaining. "It tastes like battery acid, but still."

"I don't know why. I don't drink and you're supposed to be sober." I snap.

"It's not for drinking, Vivian. It's to pour all over ourselves and get all wet and sticky and then fool around." He defends himself.

"And for blowjobs." Sebastian adds.

"Yeah, exactly. For blowjobs. But now I'm not gonna get to pour fizzy bubbles all over my wife because 'girls night'." He mocks a high pitched voice and I punch his arm. "Ow!"

"Will you get off of me!" Maria shakes him off.

The sound of Monroe waking up sounds from our room, his whining echoing.

"Go get him changed and fed, baby, we'll be back in a couple hours. Just chill out. All of you." I assure them.

"And Vince and Skylar are in our room if you need a babysitting buddy." Sharise tells Nikki as we head to the elevator.

"Wait, wait, girls," Sharon's chirping accent rings as she rushes to us.

"Where the hell are you going?" Ozzy asks, furrowing his brows as he trails behind her. "Two hours out with the girls." Sharon explains to him.

"You don't have 'girls'." He replies.

"I do, too. I've spent a majority of my nights taking care of stinking men and you know what? It's nice to spend time with class and grace and peace for a change."

"Well, then I'm gonna go out with the boys." Ozzy counters.

"Oh, no, you won't because we will have Doc checking in on all of you constantly." She tells them and they roll their eyes.

Ozzy just stares at her blankly before saying: "why the fuck do you hate us?"

We quickly learned our first night there, that there was no 'going out' in Moscow. I mean, we walked around and looked at the deteriorating city littered with dodgy dealings, but there was no 'open' restaurants, so we stopped at a convenience store that we bought flat drinks and stale chips from and received a pack of cigarettes in the place of proper change in return…

"So, I suppose it's true, then." Sharon had muttered to me once we got back on the street and she tore into her chips, referring to Doc's big drug smuggling bust as the only reason he threw together the Moscow Music Peace Festival to get out of getting locked up.

"Mhmm." I discreetly hummed in return.

"I can tell." She replied, not saying another word about it.

Perhaps she could tell, perhaps everybody could tell, because why the hell else would anyone have thought of holding a hot-shot, top bill, rock n' roll star-studded festival in a place that was so low-down that it was literally about to fall apart? I guess that was the point. Looking back, I'm glad it was in Moscow. They needed some fun to get a break from their reality.

We get back to the hotel and pass by the prostitutes lined up at the door, giving all of us sideways looks.

Our IDs are checked by the guards at the door, and a cockroach crawls over my exposed toes when we get in the lobby, making me snatch my foot up and shriek abruptly and Fred and the other guards look at me pointedly.

"Sorry." I smile apologetically.

When we get back upstairs, I go to mine and Nikki's room to see that he isn't in there.

I'm met in the hallway by the girls, all of us having the same problem.

"Where are they at?" Dorthea questions.

Sharise tries to get into her room, to no avail, so she presses her ear to the door.

"Um, guys?" Sharise calls to us and we meet her at their room door.

"NO CHICKS ALLOWED UNLESS YOU SHOW US YOUR TITS" is written on a piece of paper and taped to the door.

"Vince, open up!" Sharise calls.

No answer.

"Ugh, here." I move to the front and knock next.

"Nikki, Jon, Sebastian, Ozzy, Tommy, Vince, Open up!"

"...You forgot Mick!" Nikki replies from inside.

"I got it." Dorthea says next, her fist banging at the door. "Jon, open the damn door!" She hollers, scarily.

The door cracks open a smidge.

"What's the password?" Sebastian asks.

"How about 'open the door before I break my Jimmy Cho off in your ass'?" Maria replies.

"How can you break it off in my ass if you're locked out of the room?" He questions.

She goes to shove the door open but he shuts it too fast.

"Guys, open up!" We all demand.

"You are woman, we heard you roar, it's just off key and pitchy!" Ozzy croaks out to us and we look at Sharon as she picks a hair pin out of her hair.

"Let me." She assures us in a whisper.

The lock is picked in seconds, all from years of experience of having to break into Ozzy's hotel rooms.

When we get inside, Skylar and Monroe are asleep, and all the guys look bored to death, strewn about the room.

"We've been shooting at roaches with darts, and dodging fat prostitues that have been trying to rape us." Mick tells us, laying down the bed with his eyes closed.

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