[Supernatural RPF] Little Birds and Candy Bars
Little Birds and Candy Bars
By: SelimNagisokrov
Rating: T
Pairing: Chubby!JohnxMary, JohnxCandy Bars
Summary: Chubwinchesters Kink-Meme. Mary catches Chubby!John (350 pound max, please) raiding the boys' Halloween candy. After scolding him, she playfully feeds him the rest.
Eureka.
This year Power Ranger Dean and Dinosaur Sammy had successfully pillaged the neighborhood for two pillowcases of candy. It had taken Mary three hours of shuffling through candy bars to toss out any open pieces or questionable material as John moved through the house with the boy's, getting them dressed for bed. Three hours, John grumbled as he moved through the halls towards the kitchen, to settle Dean long enough to stop talking about his delicious hoard of chocolate.
Finally free from his fathering duties, John tip toed through the house. The bedroom light was on, the shower leaving a white noise through the upstairs. Perfect, he smiled as he moved down the stairs.
He narrowly avoided stair six that creaked in the morning under his weight. Before work in the mornings, he didn't care if he woke up his wife. At midnight, right after the boys went Trick-or-Treating, he wasn't going to risk sharing the first bite with anyone.
The big bag was still out on the table. Going through the cabinets, John pulled out his wife's favorite serving bowl (one they received on their wedding day from her disgruntled parents) and poured a reasonable helping in it for his sons. He carefully placed the bowl on top of the refrigerator before moving to the two pillow cases and moved into the garage.
Sitting in the back of the Impala, John stretched his feet out, his belly providing a nice table for his treats. He dipped his hand into the bag and grabbed a fist full before laying them out on his belly in a neat line. Snickers, Sugar Daddies, M&M's, SweetTarts, and a Twizzler stick. Where to begin, choices, choices.
He plucked up the SweetTarts, opened the bag with seasoned fingers and dropped three different candies into his mouth. Sour took his mouth immediately causing him salivate to alleviate the burn. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The snickers was next to go.
Then a handful of M&Ms.
He was pulling another handful from the bag when there was a knock on the window. Glancing from his reward (sweet, three Milky Way bars in one hand? He was lottery ready!) John smiled at his wife, waving his hand invitingly.
"I didn't even hear you go down."
"Didn't want to wake the boys. Dean fought off sleep as long as possible."
Mary scowled, leaning against the frame of the car. "John, that chocolate was supposed to go in your car so we can take it to the Candy Drop Off." She shook her head. "You at least set Dean aside a bowl, right?"
"Of course."
"With chocolate?"
"I'm not a monster." John took a bite of the Milky Way, stretching a line of caramel from his mouth to the delicious chocolate. With practice ease he brought the second half to Mary, who leaned forward to catch the bit in her mouth. It was beautiful the way he could get her to bring the food back to him, caught between her teeth. The strand of caramel never broke as she deposited the bar into his mouth, her tongue pulling up the caramel until she deposited all evidence in his open mouth. "God, I love you." He whispered. "No one else could ever been attractive as you." He rolled his thumb under her mouth, catching the smear of chocolate.
She wasn't fond of chocolate, just like their little Sammy. She preferred savory foods to sweet.
But Mary loved him, sugar-fixated or not.
She moved into the back, straddling his thick thighs with her slender form. Her hands moved over his belly, moving with the rise and fall with each breath. "Let's see what we have." She opened the bag and pulled out a lollipop. Easing the white wrapped from the red treat, she stuck the stick between the peachy mounds of her breast, closed tight with a push-up bra. "Do you want to lick me?" She raised herself up, pressing his face between her breast.
John had heard of motor boating as a marine. Eating candy from your wife's breast was ten times better. It took several minutes to clean the sucker and it followed by having to work out the red streaks of sugar that dipped between the folds. She was twitching and rolling against him as his tongue worked, nipping and sucking. That sugar was his.
"Daddy has my candy!"
Mary jumped back, the half eaten sucker falling between them. John grunted as his head hit the Impala's interior. Standing at the open door, in his green footed pajamas, Dean was red in the face and frothing from the mouth.
"That's my candy!" Dean cried, reaching past his mother to grab the pillow case. John swept out fast, grabbing his son to put the boy on the floor in the car while Mary to fix her sleep top while grabbing the always present diaper bag she'd kept even though the boy's were both potty trained. Cleaned up she settled again between John's legs, relaxed.
"Maybe you and I can have a few pieces before mommy and daddy take this to the shelter." John opened his hand, showing Dean a Kit-Kat bar. "But you have to promise to share with daddy."
Lips pierced, Dean looked between his mother and father before grabbing the piece. He snapped it in half and put the second piece in John's open hand. "Do I have to share with Sammy?"
"No, we don't have to share with Sammy." John smiled.
Shaking her head, Mary dipped her hand into the bag. She snapped apart another snicker bars, depositing part of it in John's open mouth. Dean's little hand dropped and he tilted his head, mouth open and ready to be hand-fed like his father. "So lazy, like your father." She dropped the piece on his tongue. "I don't know what you're going to do when our boys are too old to go Trick-or-Treating."
Dean stopped chewing, looking horrified at the notion that one day he wouldn't be allowed to snag free treats off the neighbors.
John stopped chewing, looking horrified at the notion that one day he wouldn't be allowed to snag free treats off his sons.
Dropping his hand on Dean's head, John grinned. "I guess we'll just have to make more candy beggars." His eyes twinkled as Mary worked through the bag, pulling out another bag of M&M's. "Candy me, babe." He opened his mouth readily.
And Mary did just that.
By: SelimNagisokrov
Rating: T
Pairing: Chubby!JohnxMary, JohnxCandy Bars
Summary: Chubwinchesters Kink-Meme. Mary catches Chubby!John (350 pound max, please) raiding the boys' Halloween candy. After scolding him, she playfully feeds him the rest.
Eureka.
This year Power Ranger Dean and Dinosaur Sammy had successfully pillaged the neighborhood for two pillowcases of candy. It had taken Mary three hours of shuffling through candy bars to toss out any open pieces or questionable material as John moved through the house with the boy's, getting them dressed for bed. Three hours, John grumbled as he moved through the halls towards the kitchen, to settle Dean long enough to stop talking about his delicious hoard of chocolate.
Finally free from his fathering duties, John tip toed through the house. The bedroom light was on, the shower leaving a white noise through the upstairs. Perfect, he smiled as he moved down the stairs.
He narrowly avoided stair six that creaked in the morning under his weight. Before work in the mornings, he didn't care if he woke up his wife. At midnight, right after the boys went Trick-or-Treating, he wasn't going to risk sharing the first bite with anyone.
The big bag was still out on the table. Going through the cabinets, John pulled out his wife's favorite serving bowl (one they received on their wedding day from her disgruntled parents) and poured a reasonable helping in it for his sons. He carefully placed the bowl on top of the refrigerator before moving to the two pillow cases and moved into the garage.
Sitting in the back of the Impala, John stretched his feet out, his belly providing a nice table for his treats. He dipped his hand into the bag and grabbed a fist full before laying them out on his belly in a neat line. Snickers, Sugar Daddies, M&M's, SweetTarts, and a Twizzler stick. Where to begin, choices, choices.
He plucked up the SweetTarts, opened the bag with seasoned fingers and dropped three different candies into his mouth. Sour took his mouth immediately causing him salivate to alleviate the burn. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The snickers was next to go.
Then a handful of M&Ms.
He was pulling another handful from the bag when there was a knock on the window. Glancing from his reward (sweet, three Milky Way bars in one hand? He was lottery ready!) John smiled at his wife, waving his hand invitingly.
"I didn't even hear you go down."
"Didn't want to wake the boys. Dean fought off sleep as long as possible."
Mary scowled, leaning against the frame of the car. "John, that chocolate was supposed to go in your car so we can take it to the Candy Drop Off." She shook her head. "You at least set Dean aside a bowl, right?"
"Of course."
"With chocolate?"
"I'm not a monster." John took a bite of the Milky Way, stretching a line of caramel from his mouth to the delicious chocolate. With practice ease he brought the second half to Mary, who leaned forward to catch the bit in her mouth. It was beautiful the way he could get her to bring the food back to him, caught between her teeth. The strand of caramel never broke as she deposited the bar into his mouth, her tongue pulling up the caramel until she deposited all evidence in his open mouth. "God, I love you." He whispered. "No one else could ever been attractive as you." He rolled his thumb under her mouth, catching the smear of chocolate.
She wasn't fond of chocolate, just like their little Sammy. She preferred savory foods to sweet.
But Mary loved him, sugar-fixated or not.
She moved into the back, straddling his thick thighs with her slender form. Her hands moved over his belly, moving with the rise and fall with each breath. "Let's see what we have." She opened the bag and pulled out a lollipop. Easing the white wrapped from the red treat, she stuck the stick between the peachy mounds of her breast, closed tight with a push-up bra. "Do you want to lick me?" She raised herself up, pressing his face between her breast.
John had heard of motor boating as a marine. Eating candy from your wife's breast was ten times better. It took several minutes to clean the sucker and it followed by having to work out the red streaks of sugar that dipped between the folds. She was twitching and rolling against him as his tongue worked, nipping and sucking. That sugar was his.
"Daddy has my candy!"
Mary jumped back, the half eaten sucker falling between them. John grunted as his head hit the Impala's interior. Standing at the open door, in his green footed pajamas, Dean was red in the face and frothing from the mouth.
"That's my candy!" Dean cried, reaching past his mother to grab the pillow case. John swept out fast, grabbing his son to put the boy on the floor in the car while Mary to fix her sleep top while grabbing the always present diaper bag she'd kept even though the boy's were both potty trained. Cleaned up she settled again between John's legs, relaxed.
"Maybe you and I can have a few pieces before mommy and daddy take this to the shelter." John opened his hand, showing Dean a Kit-Kat bar. "But you have to promise to share with daddy."
Lips pierced, Dean looked between his mother and father before grabbing the piece. He snapped it in half and put the second piece in John's open hand. "Do I have to share with Sammy?"
"No, we don't have to share with Sammy." John smiled.
Shaking her head, Mary dipped her hand into the bag. She snapped apart another snicker bars, depositing part of it in John's open mouth. Dean's little hand dropped and he tilted his head, mouth open and ready to be hand-fed like his father. "So lazy, like your father." She dropped the piece on his tongue. "I don't know what you're going to do when our boys are too old to go Trick-or-Treating."
Dean stopped chewing, looking horrified at the notion that one day he wouldn't be allowed to snag free treats off the neighbors.
John stopped chewing, looking horrified at the notion that one day he wouldn't be allowed to snag free treats off his sons.
Dropping his hand on Dean's head, John grinned. "I guess we'll just have to make more candy beggars." His eyes twinkled as Mary worked through the bag, pulling out another bag of M&M's. "Candy me, babe." He opened his mouth readily.
And Mary did just that.