Death Parade Dad

Domestic AU for Charlie MacDonald from No More Heroes. NFL player, adoring husbando, and father of two. Married to Bad Girl. (Sidebar art by Karniz.) (Avi by lucki-marshmallow.)

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The thick shaft of the dildo ravages his once tight ass, the pain and pleasure culminating into a warmth which envelops his entire body.  His large cockhole opens and shuts in anticipation of his load, each time releasing a thick spill of pre-cum onto his stomach.  The giant convulses before growing rigid, a loud moan accompanying the first salvo of cum. He's left in this pathetic state for thirty seconds, crying out as he paints his own abs with his thick fluid.  He falls apart afterwards, a limp, panting mess of a thing whose face is still being used as a chair.

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His reply escapes as a pained moan, muffled by the weight of her soft flesh grinding against his face.  That heavily muscled body of his quivers as a spurt of pre-cum drips onto his chest.  He's about to squirt while getting fucked like a girl, a thought which nearly sends him past the goal line when he feels the dildo scraping against his twitching prostate.  He whines, wordlessly begging her to grant him release.

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The skin underneath her kiss harshens in color.  He rests his head against the cushions in anticipation of the inevitable, maybe to deter his gaze from the sight of the fat dildo slowly sliding in and out of his hole.  

"Thank you, Mistress."  Mistress.  A name that sounds the same from his lips as it did eleven years ago, when he was still a painfully vanilla college boy.  He fastens his legs back even more tightly, his taint and asscheeks pointing towards the ceiling.  "Please use my handsome face any way you'd like."

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"S— So fast.  Sorry, Miss Becky."  The football player looks up at her with a veil of failure distorting his expression.  He imagined the two of them pumping themselves into a furious, messy climax together.  Still, a throaty groan drifts from his mouth when he feels the dildo nearing his prostate — he almost sounds like a horny, young frat boy again.  "You don't hafta do that for me.  You already crossed the goal line."

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"Nah, he’s gotta be up a little early for his meetin’. Besides, he’s only, like, ten! He can’t stay over a girl’s house!" Not that she would think anything sexual was going on. With Royce, it was always the opposite so far. She smiles, catching sight of his jacket. "Alright. Just be careful. I’ll be doin’ dishes and puttin’ Cecil to bed." Now, before her brother-in-law steps up to clean. She could at least do that much while he rested. She turns back to the dishes, going through them as quickly as she can.

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"Course he can, my darling!  I mean, they'd prob'bly just paint his nails or watch cartoons or somethin'.  No big deal."  He probably would have thought differently had this been eleven years ago, when he was still a vaguely homophobic frat boy in college.  The heart patch with "Adorable Boy" stitched in cursive reminds him that he made the right choice when he decided to change.

A smile crosses his face.  "I'll see you later, sugarbutt."  With that, he is met with a blast of cold air as he steps into the night.

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The muscled football player remains contorted in that lewd position, legs pulled back to give her a better view of his stuffed hole.  All he can do is look towards her with that docile, nearly embarrassed expression on his face.  "You can move if you wanna.  I'm ready for it."  He resists clenching around the silicone.

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She grins at the kiss, taking time to give her husband an affectionate pat on the butt, much to the already embarrassed Royce’s chagrin. She sets in after them and picks out clothes she thinks Cecil would like. A sparkly, poofy dress and flats. She sets out matching ribbons for when she does her hair as well, then sets off to the master bathroom to quickly shower.

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"Okay, I’m ready now!"  By the time her ma sets off to shower, Cecil is already leaving damp footprints in the carpet leading to her room. Doggy follows her, tail wagging, his jaws snapping at the droplets of water which rain down from her hair.  "Hurry!  I wanna be there real early for the previews!"

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The giant lets a sigh seep from his lips, although he musters a small smile and heads into Cecil's room.  "We'll be there for the commercials, Cees.  Don't be gettin' happy feet before the snap."  He seats himself on one of the miniature stools next to Cecil's tea table and begins to pat her down with a towel.  He can't help but think of when Doggy was a puppy.  "Y'know, my favorite player is Bad Girl.  I, uh, I actually knew 'er back then."

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"Got the right idea, as always, Miss Becky."  The jock flashes a reassuring grin in her direction, before standing up and bending over to grant her an after-dinner kiss on the cheek.  "You need me to get the kids set up for bed?"  He figures that after sitting through a dinner with his long-lost brother, his poor, long-suffering teammate might need some alone time.

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"I guess." She blushes slightly at the attention as she cleans up. "Maybe you can go pick up Royce. It’s awful late, and he has some kinda scout meetin’ tomorrow. I hope that girl hasn’t tied ‘im up." It wouldn’t be the first time, actually. His girl friends were growing more and more creative with how they kept their playmate from leaving too early. She sets all the dishes in the sink and gets to work on washing them.

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"Oh, he ain't stayin' over tonight?"  Of course, Charlie MacDonald isn't the type of parent who concerns himself over his son being the only dude at an all-girl slumber party.  He had a lot of those back in his college days, although they were probably a whole lot different. Nevertheless, he pulls on his massive jacket, the one with the special Adorable Badge still stitched over the heart.  "Don't you worry about a thing, Miss Becky.  MacD'll get our son back.  You just sit pretty 'til I get back."

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"But you can handle it, right?"  When anything seems big for him, it is usually really big for his tiny wife.  The thick shaft of the dildo is already stretching his tight, jock hole out to a nearly uncomfortable extent.  He tries not to shake as he feels the length gently moving inside him.  His neglected cock leaves a growing trail of pre-cum pooling on his abs.  "You're real wet right now, Miss."

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"He is kinda formal. Maybe mature, too." She shrugs. It didn’t matter to her, really. Though, she was a little uneasy that they were so enamored by this new family member. She begins to put away the leftovers, feeling a little disappointed by the meal’s conversation. "Yeah. Just, uh, let ‘im rest and stuff. I’m sure he’s napping or somethin’."

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"Got the right idea, as always, Miss Becky."  The jock flashes a reassuring grin in her direction, before standing up and bending over to grant her an after-dinner kiss on the cheek.  "You need me to get the kids set up for bed?"  He figures that after sitting through a dinner with his long-lost brother, his poor, long-suffering teammate might need some alone time.

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"W— Well, okay.  Me an' my big end zone'll try not to hog it all."  He grips the back of his beefy thighs and pulls his legs against his abs, leaving his loosened, yet puckering hole exposed to her.  The muscle makes a soft crackling noise as it stretches to accommodate the bulbous head of the dildo, giving a little resistance as a few more inches are pushed into him.  It feels a little uncomfortable, since he hasn't been stretched out in a couple of weeks.  "I'm doin' stellar, gorgeous.  It feels real big in there."

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"Maybe you are, Charlie. You’re certainly bigger." She picks up her dishes and sets them in the sink, coming back to see if anyone wants seconds. "Don’t get too attached to him in that way, Ceci. He’s still your uncle.” How well she knew not to get attached to family members romantically. What a fucked up mess that was.

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"That’s alright.  I don’t mind.  I like uncles."  Uncle Joe from the nighttime sitcom Half House always makes her smile with his lighthearted shenanigans and heartwarming life advice.  She hops down from her seat, before admiring herself in the reflection of her father’s drinking glass. “‘Sides, Dad likes ‘im, so he must be one righteous fella!”

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"Yeah, but Harley's the more mature one.  Dude dresses like a high school chemistry teacher."  Cheap shirt and tie with khakis, the kind a person typically finds being sold in boxes with bright orange stickers.  He makes a mental note to coach his little brother on the basics of dressing like a Fulci billboard.  "You're totally right, Cees.  I mean, smart, polite, and real handsome — no homo — the guy's almost as stellar as I am!"

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"Miss Becky, you're gonna put it in there, too?"  He lies with his legs spread widely, rubbing around the softened, pink muscle of his hole and gently fingering his bloated taint.  His cockslit opens and clamps shut, each time spitting out a dribble of pre-cum.  "I'm ready for the kick-off, Miss.  Put it in for me, won'tcha?"

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Harley gives a slight nod, just barely smiling.  ”I’ll drop by Her Highness’ abode sometime.  Maybe I should bring ‘er a gift, too.  To show goodwill and all.”  In a manner which indicates either refinement or social awkwardness, he slowly uprights himself before taking his plate over to the sink, his posture rigid.  ”I shall be in my room.  Please knock if you need anything.”

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"The gift of the month is probably your best bet." She fins him rather awkward, so stiff and prim even as he puts his dishes in the sink. She credits it to being unused to them more than anything. "Alright, Harley." She dismisses him with a small wave, finishing up her food.

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"Man, my brother is such a stand-up guy.  What a team player!"  He leans towards his wife, his voice falling to an excited whisper.  "Do ya think I'm the older one?  I'm totally the older one, huh?  I'm like... the Cooldown to his Touchdown!  Now I know how Broyce feels!"

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His throat emits a quiet whine to complement the freeing of his hands from her lap.  He gives her a final kiss on the lips as he helps hoist her off his flushed, fluid-slicked face.  "That's alright, eternal princess of my heart!  You can cum wherever you want."

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He slides his hands over the tops of her thighs, keeping her strapped down to his face.  Small, embarrassed groans seep into her flesh as he lulls himself into a compliant stupor.  He can't see his own cock pulling tightly against his abs, spilling gushes of pre-cum onto the taught skin of his stomach.  Underneath her, the jock doesn't seem to care, his mind having been overtaken by her warmth.

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"Still, you’re family. I’d hate for anything to happen to ya." She raises a brow. This is probably the longest anyone has held eye contact with her, besides her husband. "Sure thing, Harley. If you need anything, we’ll be here. You don’t hafta do the dishes, though." She continues eating.

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"Me, too," sighs Cecil, her chin balanced on her hands.  She wishes Harley would glimpse at her like that with those awfully pretty, pale blue eyes, even if he is wearing fake contacts.  "If you need anything, just ask me!  I know where everything is.  I’ll even let’cha into the treehouse without a password."

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"Without a password?"  He humors the girl with a verve of shock in his voice.  "Nobody gets in without the password unless they're on the VIP list, tater tot. So I'm guessin' he's got Uncle Privileges now, huh?"  He and his wife have already been cleared for entrance into the wooden citadel.  She made them a card which said so last month.