Gift Fic ^.^
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nkrathbone wrote me an amazing little ficlet in response to my request "donny/uti baseball bat kink"Title: Blunt Trauma
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Smitty/Donny/Donny's bat
Read under the cut ^.^
He knows, consciously, that there is literally no way in hell that goddamn thing could actually fit in his ass without risking serious damage to his internal anatomy, but a boy's allowed to dream, right? So Smitty dreams when he gets the chance, creates bizarre and elaborate sexual fantasies and tries to see if he can fit the bat in his mouth on those rare occasions that Donny isn't sleeping with it curled up to his chest like a stuffed doll.
And that's not even it, really. It's not the bat. Well, yeah, it is the bat a little bit, which Smitty makes very fucking clear when Donny slides the bat between his legs and Smitty grinds against it like it's his fucking job, but it's more than the bat. It's Donny's bat.
It's the extension of his arm with which he wreaks his ever-holy wrath, the wood as comfortable and familiar to him as flesh, the blunt and unbiased violence resting on the edge of a Nazi's neck or pressed into Smitty's hip.
Donny leaves the bat behind when they go to the theater, leaves it in the back seat propped up so Smitty can see it, but he doesn't keep it. Chucks it on the side of the road and tells himself if Donny really needs it Smitty'll buy him a new one when they go back home. A boy's allowed to dream, right?
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