Can’t Get Enough

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“I’m fiiiine, Wynnie,” Bell whined, “I have cocoa and I’m clean and just sore. No worse the hard sex normally is, k?”

She curled around the phone and cocoa, “You know I like to have bruises sometimes. Was just the size of it was a shock is all. But it was good. Promise it was good. The good bad sort of good, just like me.”

Wyn grumbled before relenting and flopping back onto the couch with a huff.

“Fine, fine. As long as you’re okay. Also I’m super mad I totally didn’t get to see your ass get destroyed. ” Wyn pouts. Of course she wasn’t mad but damn that would have been a thing to see.

“You owe me pictures and like, fifty kisses. No, a hundred and two!”

“HA! You’re full of it if you think I’m stopping at 102 and you’re damn straight I’m gonna make you count every kiss,” Bluebell chuckled, sliding down the wall, more relaxed now, “They ain’t all gonna be on your mouth neither~” she purred, running a finger around the lip of her cup.

“I’ll see about the pics,” she sighed, it wasn’t like she had any of her bots with her, “If not this time… maybe there will be a next time…” the idea was sort of nice the more she thought about it.

Halloween Town

|| @scarboroughskellington || 

Halloween was always one of her favorite times of year. Megamind spun in a happy circle through the streets. Last year she and Wynette Scott had thrown together an epic battle, her piloting an enormous pumpkin themed robot dubbed the PUM-KING and Metro Woman had sported a spooky version of her hero costume, with ghoulish makeup and candy themed buttons. The whole thing had exploded into candy corn in the end, burying several cars to the delight and horror of those watching. 

This year, however, Bluebell decided not to end the night behind bars. The big shit was fun and all, but sometimes the best pranks were small. So dressed in a skeleton leotard and her entire face and entire large bald covered in black and white skull paint, she added a pair of platform boots, long skeleton arm gloves. What blue skin did show, she covered in black paint, giddy with how her costume turned out. 

Parking her bike by the foot trail into the woods, Bell started the long trek to the secluded Scott Manor. She could drive, but it was more fun to sneak up on them from behind. She’d taken this route to visit her secret lover/nemesis plenty of times before, but this night something was different. A clearing opened up filled with huge trees with doors on them. Holiday themed doors. 

Brows furrowed in confusion, Bell approached the pumpkin, curiosity driving her forward. Laughter and music filling her senses, she looked about in wonder at the strange world that unfolded around her, “What trickery is this….? Am I high?”

Can’t Get Enough

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“Thought he was, turns out not as much? I don’t know,” Bell sighed and fidgeted with her borrowed robe, “Anyway, I found out right up the ass. Like hard up the ass.”

“So far my current review is: dicks are fun, but hurt. 7 out of 10 may ride again,” she quipped, making light of the situation, “I’m actually at their place now, just got out of the shower,” she pulled her cocoa back into her lap to keep her fingers warm, swirling the liquid, “And yeah. Blue boy be a cutie. You could slap that ass for days.”

As bell went on, Wyn smiled and nodded to herself but when her girlfriend brought out ‘hard up the ass’ Wyn spluttered.

“WHAT?!” She shouts, sitting bolt upright and glaring hard ahead of her.

“Hurt? HE HURT YOU? Boy better fucking watch out NO one hurts my baby Bell!” Wyn snarls loudly not even hearing what else was said.

“I’m fiiiine, Wynnie,” Bell whined, “I have cocoa and I’m clean and just sore. No worse the hard sex normally is, k?”

She curled around the phone and cocoa, “You know I like to have bruises sometimes. Was just the size of it was a shock is all. But it was good. Promise it was good. The good bad sort of good, just like me.”

Can’t Get Enough

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

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“OH MY GOD WYNNIE! Noooooooo, I mean well, yes there are more tentacles involved? I think? But not for the cop. His booty boy gots one? Least he said he did,” a light blush crept onto her cheeks as she remembered that, she really, really wanted to see it. The proof of his claim, “No the cop’s just fucking huge. Like i didn’t even think they got that big? With ridges an’ shit. Pierced too.” 

“Oooh he’s got a blue? A boy blue? Daamn.” Wyn giggles and as she continues to listen, goes wide eyed and gapes.

“UNF. Damn girl, i’m so JELLY right now. So what’d you do to get to see that mm? S’far as you’ve told me he’s not the girl liking type.” The heroine relaxes back against her couch even more, almost laying down now.

“Thought he was, turns out not as much? I don’t know,” Bell sighed and fidgeted with her borrowed robe, “Anyway, I found out right up the ass. Like hard up the ass.”

“So far my current review is: dicks are fun, but hurt. 7 out of 10 may ride again,” she quipped, making light of the situation, “I’m actually at their place now, just got out of the shower,” she pulled her cocoa back into her lap to keep her fingers warm, swirling the liquid, “And yeah. Blue boy be a cutie. You could slap that ass for days.”

Can’t Get Enough

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Relaxing as Wayne’s reaction eased the knotted uncertainty in his stomach, Sheldon wrapped himself around his mate comfortably. 

—

Giggling, Bell complained, “That bitty would have deserved it if I had! Did you even hear her? Little old ladies are not supposed to have mouths on then like that,” sinking down to sit on the floor, Bell winced as her sore ass made contact and had to shift around, “No, didn’t set anything on fire. But I… well… You know that cutie of a cop I was telling you about? One with a blue bf? I found out what’s in his pants.”

Wynette laughed at her girlfriend’s ranting about that lady she’d run into a while back but when Bell got quiet, she tilted her head towards her phone more and raised her eyebrows at the news.

“Oooh really? What is it? Is it a tentacle too? NO WAIT I bet he’s got TWO dicks.” Wyn gasped and spoke excitedly into the phone.

“OH MY GOD WYNNIE! Noooooooo, I mean well, yes there are more tentacles involved? I think? But not for the cop. His booty boy gots one? Least he said he did,” a light blush crept onto her cheeks as she remembered that, she really, really wanted to see it. The proof of his claim, “No the cop’s just fucking huge. Like i didn’t even think they got that big? With ridges an’ shit. Pierced too.” 

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

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[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT: oh good! yes! I’d hate to be the only one getting worked up just thinking about this!! ]

[TXT MSG: I’m going to have to do something about it when I get home tonight.  What do you want me to do my overlord? ]

[TXT: Do you have a nice spiral anal spreader toy? I want that pretty blue cock of your with a ring around it as you work yourself open on a toy. No touching yourself and that hero of yours just watching ]

Can’t Get Enough

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

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Nuzzling into Wayne’s neck, Sheldon murmured soft things and stroked his mate’s face and neck, “As love as I’m first,” one hand wandered down to Wayne’s cock and found his ring there, “As long as everyone knows that this means you’re mine.”

—

A chime-like gurgle of laughter bubbling up, Bell relaxed with a grin. Nothing ever cheered her up the way Wyn did. Letting out a held breath, Bluebell started, “Hey sugar tits, can I get two firm scoops to go?” he laughed at their own ridiculousness, before biting her lip. It was starting to get sore from her own teeth, “I… uh… might have fucked up a bit more than normal today.”

“Always first, always yours.” Wayne says over and over with such conviction behind his tone.

He moaned softly at the touch, unable to help it. Whenever Sheldon touched him, touched the piercing that he had been given, it was an instant reaction and Wayne buried his face into Sheldon’s chest.

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Wyn chuckled down the line, sounds of her getting comfortable somewhere, then a hum.

“Oh? Did you actually set an old lady on fire this time?” She asks with a grin in her tone.

Relaxing as Wayne’s reaction eased the knotted uncertainty in his stomach, Sheldon wrapped himself around his mate comfortably. 

—

Giggling, Bell complained, “That bitty would have deserved it if I had! Did you even hear her? Little old ladies are not supposed to have mouths on then like that,” sinking down to sit on the floor, Bell winced as her sore ass made contact and had to shift around, “No, didn’t set anything on fire. But I… well… You know that cutie of a cop I was telling you about? One with a blue bf? I found out what’s in his pants.”

Can’t Get Enough

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His arms wrapped around Wayne’s head, Sheldon sighed, “I’m not angry that it happened, just how it happened,” lips drawn down into a soft frown, he tried not to get overwhelmed by Wayne’s emotions, “It just can’t happen like this again babe.”

—

Bluebell dug her phone out of her jacket pocket. Gripping the case like a pair of knuckles, she found a private area in the penthouse to give the two lovers space and to call her own. This hadn’t ever come up before, though the general idea had been discussed before. Leaning back against a wall, Bell took a deep breath and punched up Wynette Scott’s contact. 

Her secret lover/nemesis was listed in her phone as a sexy ghost under a candy corn shower from last Halloween. Holding her phone to her ear, Bell chewed on the lower lip as she listened to the ring. One arm wrapped around herself in a hug of self-comfort. Please have everything be okay. Wyn was too important to her to loose over something stupid like this.

“I know… I know, I know it won’t, I promise… I’ll… I’ll get help for myself, anything!” Wayne says fast and low against Sheldon’s skin. He hated that it had happened like this, hated it so much. He expressed so to Sheldon and after a moment sobbed out that he was so so sorry that he’d left him their first time.

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After a few rings, the phone picks up and Wyn’s cheerful voice calls down the line,
“City Morgue, you kill ‘em we chill ‘em!”

Nuzzling into Wayne’s neck, Sheldon murmured soft things and stroked his mate’s face and neck, “As love as I’m first,” one hand wandered down to Wayne’s cock and found his ring there, “As long as everyone knows that this means you’re mine.”

—

A chime-like gurgle of laughter bubbling up, Bell relaxed with a grin. Nothing ever cheered her up the way Wyn did. Letting out a held breath, Bluebell started, “Hey sugar tits, can I get two firm scoops to go?” he laughed at their own ridiculousness, before biting her lip. It was starting to get sore from her own teeth, “I… uh… might have fucked up a bit more than normal today.”