(Fan-fic) Invincible: The Sands, The Wingmen

Hey guys! New Story and it's a fan fiction of Invincible! I wrote this earlier in the week after watching the newest episode and decided to post it before the next episode drops very soon; I couldn't wait and I wanted to get this out there in celebration and more. I hope you guys enjoy :)

SPOILER ALERT FOR EPISODE 1, SEASON 2 OF INVINCIBLE 

“I’m telling you, Mark. The Beach is the best place to be when you’re trying to forget about things and just have a good time!”

Mark Grayson smiled as he laid back on his thick, wet towel laid gracefully on the beautiful beach. The long, beautiful horizon ahead of him as the sun was pressing down on him and all from above. Beaming down, warming and bringing sweat upon his taut, white skin and sharp, handsome face. His strong human body, built like a healthy young man from up to and below his short and thin bathing shorts. And of course, between as well, which lay appetizingly soaked and tight against his healthy and viral curves. Mark Grayson laid back with his eyes closed, and lathered.

“No matter if you’re Gay or Straight, there’s something to love everywhere. Especially this time of year… a warm, clear weekend and everyone wants to have a good time. Sigh…” William Clockwell mused as he looked around, sitting up on his towel and smiling at all the hot boys around. He turned to his friend Mark, and looked over Mark’s body, eyeing the slab of tender meat under the blistering warmth of the beach. William's eyes hung over Mark for longer than he realized, daydreaming before he shook his head and laid back against his own towel.

 

“Ahhhh…” William let out, satisfied as he pressed his hands down by his lap. He pondered for a minute before continuing.

 

Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit-Redux

Long time no see! I was asked by a friend to do some magic with a found fan-fiction story as linked to here. I decided that would be a good idea, and found myself satisfied with how it ended up! Hope you guys like it :)

The loud booming engines blared loudly overhead, ringing his sore, almost bruiseless but weakened frame, with the vibrations of an overpowering force. Inside the Avatar, closely approaching footsteps barely registered on the doorstep of his awareness. All the young, impression collection of elements, senses and sinew could feel was this intense, deep ache at it's core. But slowly, the male body become aware as sharp impressions bludgeoned Aang as he regretably rejoined the world of the living.

 

"You did it!", someone, possibly Sokka, yelled as he skid forward on his knees. "You should've seen yourself, it was amazing! You were all- ... Aang?"

 

"Aang! He's hurt!"

 

"Aang, talk to me! Aang!... What's on your face!?"

 

"We gotta get him to Katara, quickly!"

Parasite: Part 1 - Eyes on the Family

Long time no see! I wanted to wait to share this until Part 2 was ready... but I decided to share this "early". And one of these days, I'll write a story without a novel of backstory first... but today is not that day!

Stay healthy and have fun guys. Take advantage of life while it's in front of you. There's enough to go around :)

Eli Harding couldn’t believe what his mom told him. He was used to his mom finding new “friends” and not being home too often. Usually busy with work and "work friends." It was just a fact of life and nothing to be ashamed of. She knew a lot of people and they sometimes helped out. Everyone needs help sometimes, right?

But this was the first time that she brought Eli with her. 

Who brings their son with them to get banged by some rich cock and balls? Is this some kind of fucking kink!? What the fuck Mom!!?? 

But she told him that he’d understand when he comes by to the Torres residence. And when he came by, he started to understand. This man had the biggest house he’d ever seen. It wasn’t even a house. It had a gate with a intercom, which you had to talk through to get buzzed and everything. The lawn was literally bigger than the 2 parks Eli knows combined and they could fit more than 5 of Eli’s neighborhood on this property. He’s never seen anything like it before. Was he El Chapo or something? 

Eli honestly thought this might've been a prank or something and this was some weird amusement park or whatever. Or maybe this really is some kink shit…

But then he saw Theo, in his pristine shirt and shorts, caramel eyes approaching them in croc’s comfortably. Eli was stunned. That was Theo Torres, a sophomore at his high school (junior after the summer ends) and the richest kid in school. Eli heard rumors about how rich Theo was… but holy fuck. 

Snowglobe: Part 3 - Stains from the Tree

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples form a Cope

 

Hunter waited patiently for Sam to get back, heard the window getting pulled up again and shook gently in bed; like a trained puppy hearing the door open. Hunter waited for Sam to take his clothes off and get into bed. Watching and waiting for Sam to get in, Hunter leaned his foot towards Sam’s and felt his cold skin. 

 

Sam turned at the feeling, putting his chest towards Hunter’s forehead and sighing. He moved his hand to Hunter’s head, rubbed his hair softly and rhythmically, but also clearly tired.  

 

Hunter didn’t say anything, lying there quietly as his brother comfortably rubbed his head. Hunter closed his eyes and drifted soothly, his brother’s warmth next to him along with the nicest head rub ever. 

 

After a few minutes, Hunter could tell that Sam was drifting to sleep. Hunter moved his leg up more into Sam’s, pressing leg to leg and adjusting his head. 

 

“So, how was it?”

 

“Mmm…” Sam moaned. 

 

“How was it? What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked, wide awake. 

 

Sam groaned and sighed, stretching his arm out and turning his body to get more extension. 

 

“Mmm… it went fine…” Sam interrupted himself with a yawn and scratched his own head. 

 

“What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked again. 

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples Form a Cope

 Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for Part 2. Had some things to sort out and so forth. But here it is! 

And I've decided to collaborate with a very talented and patient artist for these next 2 parts! His name is TerrorToxico and here is his deviantart page.  I would like to take this opportunity to thank him for his work, understanding and consistently being awesome. I love what we've done and I really hope you guys appreciate it too :)

 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

 

 

 

Sam started to rouse, shaking softly and moaning as he started to come to. The pain of his Krampus induced condition hasn’t left and is sickening, burning his vision and stomach. But it's less intense than it was earlier, before he passed out. Now he could gently stir himself. It brought him back into this world and he tried to bring his hands down to cradle his aching balls… but he couldn’t pull his hands down. 

 

Sam looked up, his eyes straining against the lights above him. But as he adjusted he saw it. His hands were bound by chains attached from above. He shook his hands and they were stuck in place, bound by something beyond Sam’s control. He shook and fought, groaning as he tried to lift his legs. But it strained his stomach and the pain crippled him; the young wrestler crying out, whimpering as his head fell down, dark blonde hair a wet mop on his head.

 

“My baaalllls, fuucck… uhhnnn…” Sam whined, looking up. In front, he sees the Krampus and screams out, shocked by the terror smiling back at him. 

 

“Jesus! Fuck, fuck you!” 

 

The next moment, Sam’s tight, revealing underwear were pulled down to his knees and his heavy, swollen balls were accosted and strangled by Krampus’ large, leathery hand. Sam’s eyes opened full, his mouth wide in an 0 over his teeth and body clenched in response. Suddenly, every single thing he’s experienced tonight has come back to him, and it drained him all over again.

 

“Uhhhhaaaa…noooo, noo moooree…” 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Part 1 in a multi part story. A couple parts are set out and will come later, but they will come. This one is a little... different. Discretion advised. This part and the next part especially. I hope you guys enjoy it though, I had a lot of fun working through this with PrinceOfMars (Jack Tibbler Author). I haven't done anything quite like this before, and I really appreciate what we worked together to inspire. 

 

 With Love, Lenny.

 

 

 

“So yeah, I totally railed her.”

 

“Ewww shut up bro, that’s nasty!”

 

“What? It’s not nasty, it’s cool, dumbass.” Sam grimaced, shifting around and trying to feel cool again. He thought telling his little brother about how he fucked a rich girl behind her poolhouse would be a fun way to spend some time in this lame town. 

“She wanted me so badly bro, she didn’t even give me a chance to put a condom on, I went in raw.”

“Stop, stupid!” Hunter yelled, grimacing as he shook his blonde head and turned around. “You’re nasty, I can’t believe you got me all hyped and it’s just you being gross.” 

 

The Bloodline

 “Hey, Max! Come here!”

Max was walking by, wearing a t-shirt that was a bit too big for him, a hand-me-down, and a pair of shorts that might be too small for him, as he was called to the living room by his brother. Shuji had a bunch of friends over and they were snickering together and trying to quiet themselves down as Max approached. Max was a few years younger than his half-brother and a bit cautious around him. He knows Shuji hates him and wishes he wasn’t around, but Max is just a kid and has to live here now. Max doesn’t want to make Shuji angry, so he came a bit closer and tried to play nice with his seemingly perfect, fully Japanese older brother.

 

“Listen, I wanna play a game with you. It’s called Mercy. You ever heard of it?”

 

“N-no.”

 

Shuji’s friends started laughing a bit but stopped quickly. “It’s a game, where we hold hands like this.” Shuji said as he interlocked his two hands together. “And the goal is the make the other person say mercy. It’s easy.” Shuji displayed this by twisting and digging his hands into the other, showing how one can deal damage to the other in Mercy.

 

“And we can’t let go of each other’s hand until someone gives. So, you get it? Easy right?”