Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures : Himbo Nepo baby Ben Solo becomes cut off from the family money so he makes extra cash by coming an OnlyFans content maker who takes pictures of his cock next to stuff like footlong subs and Lysol cans.
Charlie Barber
Nobody Said It Would Last Forever : He finally did it. Charlie finally found happiness after Nicole. He never thought it would happen, so he swore this time would be different. He'd be different...or at least, he thought he would.
Clyde Logan
'Til Summer Comes Around :
Enzo Ferrari
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Flip Zimmerman
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Jack Gladney
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Jacques Le Gris
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Captain John Mills (65)
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Kylo Ren
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Maurizio Gucci
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Paterson
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Phillip Altman
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Rick Smolan
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Mowgli (The Jungle Book 1994)
Life In The Jungle : Headcannons of what living in the jungle with Mowgli would entail
Waterfall Brawl : A run in with one of the British guards discovering you
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He finally did it. Charlie finally found happiness after Nicole. He never thought it would happen, so he swore this time would be different. He'd be different...or at least, he thought he would.
Warnings: no happy ending, allusions to sex
◆◇For reference, I imagined Nicole stayed in L.A and Charlie came back to New York instead of staying to teach in California and Henry bounces back and forth for weeks at a time.◇◆
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Caught me off guard, I wish that I'd been sober
Still, here we are, back in Hanover 99
Just like old times all over
He never thought he would be back here again. In this same bar. In this same seat. The leather had finally gotten a break from contouring to the grooves of his backside, but now the black vinyl material was awakening to the memorization of Charlie Barber's body. Everything was the same. Same dim lighting, same lampshades, same piano in the corner. Even the smell was the same old cedar mixed with cigarette smoke. The only different component in the Knickerbocker Bar & Grill this evening was the woman sitting across from him.
Her usual position was always on his right, Charlie's arm thrown around her shoulders in a comfortable position that had become ritual to them. Shared smiles and whispers of low conversation in their own little world. Now though, both his arms rested on the table, fingers fiddling with his signature pen next to his second Scotch glass, a thin layer of brown liquid coating the bottom rim. Grim frowns were permanently plastered onto their faces, no chance of being stretched into the once happy smiles that would pull at the corners of their lips, not even fake ones could be mustered up.
Under the exit lights as beautiful as ever
I really wish that I dressed up a little better
His eyes examined her, noting the way her hair fell like a curtain on her right side, how the wall lamp just added to the shadows on her face. Even then they weren't strong enough to hide the lone tear that fell down her cheek. Waterline pink, eyes crackled with red from crying and sniffles that she tried to hide—even through all that, Charlie still thought she was a work of art. Subtle beauty that just seemed to have an allure. An invitation of intrigue.
And here he was, in his navy cardigan he had practically worn to death and his wrinkled button up smelling like the theater he had come from after spending hours on end running through a blocking rehearsal for his latest play. She deserved better, he could have at least packed a spare shirt to change into, even if it was just for meeting her. She deserved better. In every way.
No regrets is what we said
We can't go back again
They knew this was wrong. The young, newly-hired choreographer and the older, divorced director (who was also her boss) shouldn't be making out in the stairwell of the dance company building, but the way his fingers were moving underneath her skirt was clouding any good judgement she had. His lips muffled the noises that were spilling out of her, but his hand was doing everything it could to make those sounds let everyone in the building know he was having his fun.
Charlie was a great boss. One of the best that she had the pleasure of working for. He spoke to everyone like they were family instead of his subordinates, bringing in coffee whenever he could, and cracking jokes here and there. She grew closer with everyone and soon began to learn through the whispers from Beth regarding the affair with Mary Anne and Frank spilled about Nicole. She wasn't a fan of him cheating but it didn't concern her and it was in the past—he stopped everything with Mary Ann the moment the divorce was final.
Everything was normal. She would work on figuring out movements and marking positions for the actors and he would decide on props with Mary Ann (who made it obvious she still had feelings for him with the look in her eyes), watched the rehearsals with his usual focused gaze and writing notes for each actor. The two would do small talk and discuss directions that felt right for the character, watching each version.
He would laugh at jokes she made and seemed to value her opinion. Really, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Then, there was the night that changed everything. They were mapping out the movements, weakly running through the scenes when a loose piece of tape tripped her up and Charlie managed to catch her.
They both awkwardly laughed and brushed it off, but Charlie's hand remained on her waist and arm. Maybe it was the late hours of the night that lowered their inhibitions, maybe it was the fact that Charlie hadn't had sex in a year and she was wearing a low cut tank top that gave him the perfect view with his height, and maybe it was the fact that she couldn't stop staring at his plush pink lips. Or maybe all three combined were the reason she ended up bent over the folding table that was threatening to break from the force of his hips ramming into her.
It should have just been that one time. A mistake, a moment of weakness. But it was as if that incident had completely stripped them of any common sense. The day after had the two of them apologizing profusely after trying to avoid eye contact and swearing that they needed to be professional. That lasted a good two days before a nightcap at the bar had him walking her home and ending up in her bedroom.
The looks they thought were discreet during work were the whispers of the town between the crew. Most of them didn't see an issue with their situation, in fact Frank had been glad to hear Charlie had taken his advice to have as much sex as possible. They always did their best to be professional at work and save the sex for the night. Maybe only some heavy petting if he looked extra sexy in his button up. Whenever the two of them would disappear, the smirks on everyone's faces were hard to miss, aside from Mary Anne who instead had a permanent look of inner jealousy when they would come back from a coffee run and Charlie had a hickey on his neck.
Casual sex was exactly what Charlie needed at this point in his life. No drama, no expectations, So what could have possessed him to work up the courage to ask her if she wanted to get some dinner before heading back to his place? It was probably the same thing that possessed her to accept with a genuine smile on her face. One dinner was nice. And then another dinner was fun, followed with her learning Charlie's rushed eating habits that seemed to amuse her. A third one, followed by a fourth one that was to be remembered when they traded in a night of sex for a night at the movies, where Charlie walked her home once again, this time though, only kissing her goodnight.
Accompanying him to buy props then getting some lunch had also become a pastime that oddly enough the two of them treasured, even moving past any form of talk that was about the play and instead sharing anecdotes and stories from their lives. The one problem between the two of them was their height issue. Since Charlie had longer legs he could cover more distance, so keeping up with him was a bit of a hassle. She made a joke about it and he solved it by taking his hand in hers. She didn't say anything and neither did he, but the two of them couldn't stop the smiles splitting their faces as they headed back to the theater, fingers tightly intertwined.
Darling, nobody said that it would last forever
That doesn't mean we didn't try to get there
No one ever believed their relationship would go this far, let alone last for so long. But the one thing everyone did count on was the fact that it would end—some betting it would be sooner than later. (Mary Ann was part of the sooner club.) It had to. It was too soon after Nicole and if he bailed on persuing anything with Mary Ann, surely it was only a fling. Right?
Neither of them really had any expectations of how far this would go, and neither really discussed it. But the moment he had decided to introduce Henry to her, once dinners turned into sleepovers, lunch dates turned into outings at the park with Henry and she began stealing his sweaters to deal with the New York winter, they knew this wasn't something casual. And when Nicole mentioned to Charlie how Henry talks about "Dad's dinner friend," it was solidified.
Whether they knew it subconsciously or not, something had shifted. It was getting serious, especially with the fact that both had a designated side of the bed and the reality that she spent more time at Charlie's than she did her own apartment, enough that she had a drawer. Not to mention, on the days that she stayed over were also the days she would accompany Charlie in walking Henry to school. But neither put a definitive answer on where it was headed. They enjoyed their time together, appreciating each moment and taking in every laugh, joke and intimate moment. It all felt so natural. Even the crew were surprised how this was turning out.
The way their hands would always find each other's when they were on the subway, the way Charlie would sit and watch in admiration from the foot of Henry's bed as she read the little boy 'Stuart Little'. How she knew his coffee order better than his actors knew their lines and how he always made sure to exclude mushroms in her serving of pasta.
"How can you like the taste of mushrooms but not the mushrooms themselves?" Charlie was still befuddled as he carefully scraped any trace of the fungus from her fettucine strands. "I don't like how chewy they get." She was amused at the look of concentration on his face to ensure not a trace of the ingredient was in her plate. "Remind me not to make this in front of Henry. I just got him to finally eat broccoli, I don't want him thinking he can ask for me to scoop it out of the stir fry."
She laughed, and nodded in agreement.
I never said that we would die together
That doesn't mean it was a lie, remember
Charlie never promised longevity. He never spoke of living together or waking up at 2 AM for bottle feedings or even having a joint savings account, but laying here in the early morning of the silent hum of the city coming to life, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles made him realize how naked her fingers were. And for the first time, he didn't seem to mind imagining a glint of light reflecting off of her finger.
Or when they were eagerly pawing at each other's clothes and he kissed his way down her torso, an image of her belly all swollen flashed for less than a second in his brain, yet it seemed to burn a yearning fire like never before inside of him. There was no condom to discard that night and he swore he had almost blacked out.
When Henry had wound up at the ER during a playdate that resulted in a nasty gash on his shin, Charlie didn't hesitate to tell her once he hung up the call during rehearsal and she didn't hesitate to rush and grab their jackets as the two of them ran to hail a taxi. Charlie held her hand tightly as he basically dragged her through the hospital entrance, doing his best to explain to the receptionist who they were looking for. Once they were directed where to go, the couple quickly went over to Henry's side.
Horatio's mother explained to Charlie how the two boys had been running around the park and Henry hadn't noticed the giant rock hidden in the grass. By the tear streaks on his face, it was obvious that he was scared and in pain, but she didn't even miss a beat. She held his hand and tried to take his mind off of it, telling him a funny story about tripping on a curb one time and spilling soda all over herself.
When the doctor had come to stitch his leg and the fear was ready to cry out of his eyes again, Henry was fast to grab her hand and she was quick to tell him to focus on her. Distracting him and telling him he was doing so good, with the promise of going out for ice cream afterwards for being such a brave guy. Henry didn't even pay attention to the stitching.
Seeing her, seeing how she was able to handle this and how good she was with Henry....Suddenly a word popped into his head, one that he had never taken a second thought for after everything that happened with Nicole; a future.
Head in my hands, cold coffee on the table
Wish you the best, I would if I was able
Morning light, it stings a little
He honestly thought he had changed, that he was better. And he was doing better, to his credit. He stopped going to the old bar that was filled with memories of Nicole and post-divorce drinking. He was going out, spending time with her and devoting his time to actually enjoying life. But Charlie Barber was an old dog, bad habits, all the cliches.
The first time he missed a coffee date, it was honestly no big deal. She knew this new play was having setbacks and having him scattered trying to figure it out, so there was room for understanding. Rescheduling a dinner due to having a meeting with an investor? Understandable. Making her cancel plans with a friend to help him plan out movements? Going days without calling her or telling her she shouldn't come by because he had so much work to do when she finally had a day off from the new production she was recruited for? Now that was a problem.
Planned sleepovers were ruined by her storming out of his place after he complained that she should come back to work for Exit Ghost instead of a stupid television show, phone calls were interrupted with sudden hangups in frustration instead of ending in 'I love you's' and full-blown shouting arguments replaced their quiet nights in.
It had gotten to the point where they couldn't even pretend to be happy in the same room—unless they had to fake it when Henry was there, and even then it barely felt like they were a couple. Too many passive aggressive comments between the two usually launched into name-calling and then blaming each other for that week's fight. The two of them were realizing how unhealthy they were getting and had decided they needed to sit down and have a proper discussion to figure out what they needed to fix. Or at least, it was supposed to be a proper sitdown.
Neither of them knew exactly what time it was but considering there was sun filtering in from the windows and there were more car horns showing the city was coming to life made them realize they had reached the next day. And they were still in the kitchen, except there was no shouting, no insults, no arguing.
Silence.
His half-finished coffee was now ice cold in the green 'World's Sexiest Director' mug she had gotten him as a gag gift. Both of their throats felt sore from the non-stop arguing and attempts at trying to talk over one another. His eyes felt dry from being awake for so long, and the bags under his eyes showed just how heavy they were.
Her eyes wanted to tear up but it felt like her body was devoid of water from so much crying throughout the night. She was holding her head up with only her arms as support against the kitchen table. hiding her face behind her hands to not look at him because she knew if she did, she would give in and want to sweep this night under the rug and go back to being how they were. But they both knew they couldn't. They knew what this was. Even if neither wanted were saying it out loud....until her broken voice rasped out.
"I can't keep doing this."
Out of my mind, I don't remember calling
Had too much tonic wine, sometimes it does the talking
He didn't remember the first time the two of them had a 4 hour long phone call when he awoke from his night of wallowing in a bottle of Scotch, but it wasn't the last time. It was a repeated pattern; Charlie would come home and find comfort in whatever bottle he was gifted as a congratulations for a successful night of whichever play he had created, and before long his fingers would somehow be able to find her contact and press dial.
She knew she shouldn't answer. They weren't even together anymore, why hadn't she blocked him by now? But every time the photo of him with a Christmas bow attached to his head popped up on her screen, her resolve would crumble and she couldn't stop herself from pressing 'answer.'
He did most of the talking, and even that wasn't much. His voice slurred and would either ramble on about nothing or just stay quiet, the silent crackle on the other line being the closest thing to comfort knowing she was there in some form. That she was here with him, even if it was through a speaker. And she felt the same. As much as he should've been left in the past, she could almost trick her brain into thinking he was right there in bed next to her if she closed her eyes.
But every morning when the sun blasted in through the windows, it felt like punishment for the previous night's actions. Head pounding, mouth tasting like he licked the entirety of Times Square and his heart still broken. Apartment still cold without her. And she would wake up, phone dead from leaving it unplugged all night in favor of just wanting to focus on Charlie. Bed still cold without him.
Hope you know I wish you all the love you're looking for
The nearby sound of a fork clattering onto a plate knocked Charlie out of his bittersweet trip down memory lane, focusing back on the woman in front of him. The spare key to his apartment now lay on the table in front of him, no longer hooked into the dolphin blue keychain she had gotten at the aquarium the same day he first said those three words.
His fingers dragged it towards him and fidgeted with it the same way he used to with his mini box cutter. He looked at her, noting that she seemed so drained of life from her eyes, eyes that were focusing on her glass of wine instead of him. The bar was alive with music and chatter, people conversing and laughing their night away. But between the two of them it felt like they were in their own bubble, no one else except them in heavy silence.
He didn't speak. And neither did she. There wasn't anything left to say at this point, but his eyes held everything that he felt. I'm sorry. I thought I changed. Give me another chance. You deserve better. I love you..
They stayed in those seats until the bar closed, just trying to soak up the final moments they would ever have together. He paid for their drinks and the two zombies walked out of the door into the noisy city. She was the one to hug him, holding onto him so tightly and inhaling as much of his scent as she could. Charlie held onto her as equally protective and to whoever was watching, it would seem like a couple who was displaying just how in love they were. But they would miss the silent goodbyes they whispered, the way she quickly walked away with her hand over her mouth to cover her sobs and Charlie watching her, watching with eyes glossed in heartbreak the woman he loved walking out of his life.
They'll never take those long summer days
When love was untamed
Two burning hearts are dared to break, remember
Exit Ghost Theater Company. She had heard very little about this small company, mostly that the work was a little more "out there" compared to stereotypical theater companies. But if they trusted her to help them 'wow' on Broadway, she was not going to complain.
She approached an older balding man, introducing herself and asking if he was the director. He kindly chuckled and pointed her in the appropriate direction to a tall, dark haired man speaking with who she assumed was the costume designer since she had measuring tape around her neck.
A quick apology for interrupting before introducing herself seemed to grab his attention, since he focused on her after telling the designer they would figure it out later. "Charlie Barber." He extends his hand out to shake hers, giving a polite smile. "I'm looking forward to working together."
Nobody said that it would last forever
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Author's Note; Hopefully this wasn't too sad (😈 It better be heartbreaking, I had this in the drafts for MONTHS). If there's any other characters you guys want, drop a comment or just leave your thoughts on this work! Love and blessings! 💜
You shook the water off of your face after having it rain down upon your body and hair. You and the wolf pack came to their small waterfall area and decided to wash up. Grey Brother had joined before running off with Mowgli to find some food to eat. The rest of the wolf pack moved around your legs, going in and out of the water while you stand underneath and wet your hair.
The sudden noise of a loud bang made you jump and caused the terrified wolves to race off into the jungle. You looked around trying to find the source of the sound before hearing the voice of a man.
"Well what do we have here?" A man in a solider outfit and hat with a gun strapped across his back approached your area.
To you, the only 'thing' as close to what you were was Mowgli, so seeing another person not only was odd but also a bit scary. He didn't look like what you were used to; his body was covered up in fabrics you'd never seen, his feet were hidden away and he was covered in shiny objects all across his fabric. His hair was nowhere to be seen, not long like yours and your mate's, but there was some on his pale face, a color much lighter than yours and Mowgli's.
The man was shocked at the image before him; a woman, bare from the waist up with her body on display, wearing what can only be described as a cloth diaper, long dark hair clinging to her back and from what he could see, hair also gracing her legs, underarms and forearms.
"Look at you. Have you no shame, woman?" He stepped towards you which made you take a step back onto the rocks and crouch down into a monkey-like stance, never taking your eyes off of his.
"You look like a wild animal." He chuckled. "What's a thing like you doing all the way out here?"
You said nothing and continued staring at him. "Do you speak English? Do you understand what I'm saying?" You cocked your head to the side, not knowing what he was saying.
The strange man moved around the water edge, circling himself to get closer to you, a creepy smile crawling onto his face. You turned to keep your eyes on him, following him in a clockwise manner. He started to approach you cautiously and you kept eyeing him, trying to figure out what his next move would be.
He was a quick one, it seemed, because all of a sudden he grabbed your arm and brought you against him faster than you could blink. The soldier grabbed a tight hold on you as you did your best to try and push him off. He brought his left arm against your neck to keep you in place as his right hand came across your stomach, exploring your skin in an invasive manner and moaning in pleasure.
You grabbed onto his arm with both hands before moving your head down and biting with all your might. The man let out a scream of pain as he threw you to the ground and held onto his wound, blood lightly smearing his clothing and you with the wind knocked out of you for landing on your back.
"You crazy--oh now you've done it!" The injured soldier turned his gun to the front and positioned it, aiming it.
You stared at the long weapon in his hand, eyebrows knitting in confusion as you looked at it.
Before his finger could fully press down on the trigger, a loud roar came and the man was tackled into the water by a dark figure; Mowgli.
Mowgli came back up and got into a wrestling stance and angrily stared at the man. He sat up and spat out some water, quickly grabbing his gun and pulled the trigger--with nothing happening. The water had damaged the gun, so all he could do was throw it back in the water frustrated and put his fists up ready to fight Mowgli.
Mowgli once again established his dominance by letting out a loud roar that was like the sound of a tiger, causing the man to flinch back.
You stood from the ground as the pack came from where Mowgli had appeared from, all surrounding you and looked towards the man.
Fear showed as his eyes widened seeing all the feral creatures growling at him and baring their teeth, some licking their lips in hunger.
Slowly backing up, the man chuckled nervously. "Easy...easy now. No need to act rash."
Grey Brother stepped forward and let out a commanding bark before the pack ran towards the soldier causing him to flee off into the wild as his screams could be heard drifting away.
Mowgli turned to look back at you and rushed to you. He gave you a worried look, his innocence showing through his big eyes and furrowed eyebrows.
"Bu," he lowly whimpered.
You leaned up and nudged your head against Mowgli's left side and he turned his head to rub his head against yours.
"Bu...Bu..." Mowgli spoke as he brought his hand up and patted your hair and stroked it like he would with Baloo.
You pulled back and reached up to do the same with his hair. Mowgli shyly smiled as you took his wrist in your hand and led him to go back to your tree.
Prompt: "Himbo Nepo baby Ben Solo becomes cut off from the family money so he makes extra cash by coming an OnlyFans content maker who takes pictures of his cock next to stuff like footling subs and Lysol cans"
*Credit to @Ate_Lala_ on Twitter for the prompt
Warnings: vulgar language, descriptions of dick, swearing, brief description of masturbation (m)
Honestly it had started off as a joke. Actually, not even a joke. More like an act out of desperation. Once his dad had cut him off—literally, he cut his credit cards right in front of him, all 8 of them—Ben knew he needed money, and fast. He was accustomed to a certain lifestyle. How was he supposed to live without supporting girls through college by showering them in hundred dollar bills while they shook their plastic tits in front of his face, or missing out on fucking the new towel girl six ways from Sunday in the private tent at the country club?
God forbid he could no longer rail the models of the stupid fashion show his family was required to attend and try to see his cum leaking out and down the model’s legs as she walked down the runway, face flushed and thighs still shaking from being wrapped around Ben’s waist. The designers clothes honestly looked better with his cum staining it anyways.
No money meant no more car shopping, meant no more buying Rolexes, and no more Gucci. He had to deal with wearing last season’s line, and that was an embarrassment. The saving grace was that he had 20 days left on his membership of his last OnlyFans subscription. It was while he was cumming inside his custom made fleshlight to a girl dressed like some slutty anime character making herself cum with a tentacle shaped dildo that it hit him; He could make an OnlyFans.
Ben Solo had the body of marble carved by the gods and he knew it, but he also knew there was one part of him in specific that was godly as well. It was already difficult enough finding clothes that fit his Sasquatch body, but finding underwear that didn’t end up with a hole in the crotch from the fabric being stretched out by his megacock was in and of itself an impossible mission. Half of the time he just went commando.
It would have to be under a fake name. But what would he post? He didn’t need his face out there and deal with his dad cursing him out about disgracing the family and end up disowning him. And chicks weren’t fans of being filmed and uploaded. People only care about dicks either way, that was the main thing but jacking off seemed lacking in pizazz. He liked to show off. He liked to know that he could get girls on all fours at the snap of his fingers and he most definitely liked to show that he was better than any of the guys out there in the world. And what best way to do that than to emasculate them?
That whole thing about the chick with the big fuck-me-eyes from 'That 70’s Show' comparing her husband’s own schlong between a beer can or a carrot stick popped into his mind. And that was his first post. His limp dick in the middle of a carrot stick and a can of Modelo all lined up on the black countertop of his bathroom sink with the caption ‘Guess I beat Ashton Kutcher.’ Post to Twitter. Cha-Ching. The next day when he had checked his profile, girls had flooded his subscriber count faster than he racked up credit card bills.
‘I squirted just by looking at it 💦’
‘That thing could split me in half and I wouldn’t complain 🥵’
‘Give me that hard cock 🥵🤤🍆💦’
They thought he was hard? Well this had to be remedied, he didn’t need them thinking this was as big as he could get. He looked around his room for the closest thing he could use as a comparison which was his Fiji water bottle and rushed to the bathroom, not even hesitating to yank his sweatpants down and start tugging on himself. His mind rifled through the mental spank bank Rolodex until he landed on the memory of freshman year in college when he had a 3rd year sorority girl blowing him outside the building where he was supposed to be taking his midterm. Oh, the sinful noises her throat made….
He had to stop before he came. This was a noticeable difference in comparison to his first post; this time the veins were more prominent, his foreskin was pulled back to reveal his swollen red tip that was oozing precum tears on the sleek counter material, and the 3 birth freckles that were scattered along his shaft just like he had on the rest of his body.
‘Oh you guys thought I was hard before?’ Post. Mega Cha-Ching. If the comments weren’t flooding his mailbox before, they were a sea of messages now. From then on, his fanbase grew and so did the numbers in his newly opened bank account. Ben took great pride in his photos, always making sure the angle captured the size of it versus the competiton object he had next to it. The photos were always of high quality though he supposes he owes that to his phone’s camera. The latest model he got sent for Christmas it wasn’t even out on the market yet. Mouthwash bottle, Lysol air freshener cans, footlong subs, a fucking Pelligrino bottle, you name it. None of them even stood a remote chance against Ben Solo’s cock.
On the picture comparing his cock to his size 13 Gucci loafers, a person had commented on the post 'It’s fake, it’s some kind of silicone prop.' Oh Ben’s ego didn’t like that. You could say a lot of things about him, but saying his massive horse cock was a lie? Think again, bud.
That was the caption of his next post—a video, his first video—where he had recorded the end of an intense masturbation session. If his cock wasn’t already proven to be inhumanly large, his baseball mitt sized hand just added fuel to the fire the way it stroked his engorged organ like it was a life or death necessity. The video was 30 seconds; 12 seconds of his foreskin slapping and his stuttered breathy moans before the rest of the clip showed him shooting his load big enough to fill the flask he used to sneak in to private school dances, groans and growls being exhaled through his teeth as he painted the black countertop. “Still think it’s fake, fuckhead?” He pants.
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Author's note: If you guys think I should turn this into a series, lemme know! This could count as a sort of prologue or a quick little introduction to the story. 💜
-Mowgli sleeping on the tree branch while you slept underneath on the floor and leaves
- not because he forced you, you just preferred the floor, plus you moved a lot
- sometimes sleeping together on the ground like wolves huddled up
- wearing only a diaper-style bottom
- not covering up your boobs since Mowgli didn't wear a top and neither of you saw it as a big deal
- having body hair (underarm, arms, pubic and leg hair) but neither seeing it as strange
- spending the day exploring and running around the jungle; sometimes together but usually separate
- wrestling with Baloo and Mowgli
- Baloo, Bagheera, and Grey Brother being your family
- climbing trees for fun and seeing how high you can get
- if you find a banana or any type of food, you would take an extra one and give it to Mowgli when you saw him
- going for a swim in the cliffs and bathing with the wolf pack
- hunting when needing to survive
- killing when needing to survive
- Mowgli picking the bugs out of your hair and vice-versa (maybe snacking on them)
- picking [a] red flower(s) and giving it to you then leaning in expectantly for a kiss (like what he did the first time he met adult Kitty)
- mating
- you two grew up witnessing nature and the animals so it only seemed natural
- whenever and wherever
- literally if you're just wandering around together and one of you is in the mood, you let the other one know and just go right at it there on the jungle ground
- "speaking" in animal
- "oohing" and yelping like monkeys, growling, roaring, purring, barking, howling, grunting, bellowing, huffing, whining
- talking with the animals you meet
- going into Monkey City one day and discovering the treasure room
- King Louie and company ready to summon Kaa before Mowgli appears and shows that you're his
