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Charles/Esteban/Pierre
nsfw: no poor substitute by @leclercenjoyer | E | 4.2k
Charles and Pierre are mated. Charles goes into heat early while Pierre is out of the country. They ask Esteban to help. Esteban longs for both Pierre and Charles, but has always respected their relationship and the slightly awkward detente they’ve all achieved. He doesn’t hesitate to help when asked, but he also doesn’t dream of overstepping and treats Charles gently and with the utmost respect. The three of them (Pierre is joining in by phone) come to an understanding that they all want more of each other.
'Charles is warm all over.
The skin of his back is flushed and sweaty, sticking to Esteban's chest where they’re pressed together. His heat broke earlier, so he's cooling down bit by bit as he comes back to himself, no longer feverish and searing to the touch but still not quite back to normal. His belly, under Esteban's hand where it is splayed. And the back of his neck, where Esteban has tucked his nose against his spine, hair tickling his forehead. All warm.
He's warm inside, too, his slick heat a firm pressure around Esteban's swollen knot where they’re still locked together. If he concentrates, he's pretty sure he can feel Charles' heartbeat pulsing around him, slow and steady.
They're both exhausted, the past three days having taken a toll, and they’re both covered in a lot more than just sweat, but cleanup will have to wait until Esteban's knot subsides. For now, he simply holds Charles close and lets his mind drift.
He’s half-dozing, or something close to it, when he becomes aware of Charles’ quiet murmuring. At first, his barely-conscious mind thinks Charles is talking to himself, even though it barely makes sense. He's probably not talking to Esteban, given how quiet he is.
Then a pause, and another voice filters through. It’s tinny, and probably at the lowest possible volume Charles' phone can go, but it's unmistakably Pierre.
Oh. Right.'
Alex/George
nsfw: Like as a huntsman by @boxboxlewis | E | 11k
Alex and George bond to one another when they are 19 and 17. George is pressured to have the mating mark surgically removed and the bond broken and is then discouraged from seeing Alex at all. The angst in this fic is palpable. George and Alex bonded too young by society’s standards, but of course it was right for them. George’s deference to authority is very in character for him. He spends a lot of time and effort trying to suppress and ignore his emotions and physical responses, and trying to live up to what he has been told is “best” for him.
He wakes up again and realises, this time, that he must be in hospital. Presumably, this has something to do with the pain at the side of his neck. It's sickening, the pain, throbbing and ebbing in great kaleidoscopic swells that make thought very challenging. He tries to remember what happened and can't.
Someone appears at his bedside: a nurse, presumably. George says "Why" and starts crying, slow hot tears leaking from his eyes and dripping down his cheeks.
The nurse says, "Ah, hmm, I'll just fetch the surgeon. I won't be a minute." This is, of course, a lie. George waits in a state of confused dread.
The surgeon is an alpha, which means she arrives in a choking cloud of musk that somehow makes the pain in his neck worse, brutal waves of it cascading into his skull and washing through his arms and legs.
"Right, George," she says briskly. "I'm Ms Kincaid, I'm a consultant surgeon in dynamic medicine here. Do you remember why you're in hospital?"
George shakes his head, which is an error. As he does, a memory comes back, and he shuts his eyes against it: Alex saying Come on, Georgie, this is for the best. Don’t make it difficult. Saying that he didn’t want to be mated to George anymore, that it had all been a mistake. "Try not to move your head," Ms Kincaid advises, cheerfully oblivious to the devastation George is reliving. "You've just had a major operation. Preliminary indications are very promising, but the healing process will take time."
"What," George says.
Ms Kincaid leans forward and rests a hand on George's leg, and he can't scream or say no so he just sits frozen. "We removed your mating bite," the doctor says. "We successfully severed the bond, you're back to being unmated. As if the bite never happened. A very exciting result, it's quite an experimental surgery."
George needs Alex. He tries to call out through their mating bond and recoils in shock from the frightening blank nothingness that meets him. He tries again, harder, and faints.
Daniel/Max
you only have to ask by @toastandvegemite | T | 13k
After Michael can no longer be Daniel’s ‘Supervising Alpha’, he is left with just a week to find a new Alpha or risk being unable to race. Max is always there. I loved how in this work there is a balance of Omega Daniel and Alpha Max, but also confident Daniel and quiet Max. I love a/b/o set within racing environments, and this feels like a well thought out depiction of that. All of the characterisations are very fitting.
Daniel meets Max with everything he had, tried to drag him closer even when Max was holding him so hard he couldn’t barely breathe. It was like falling into the turbulent ocean, the sensations crashing into him like a breaking wave, filling his head with a roar that was nearly deafening.
Charles/Max
nsfw: like fire and powder by @grandprix-ao3 | E | 15.5k
Max and Charles are both alphas, until they both learn the myth of “bitching” is actually true when Charles becomes an omega. I love non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, and this fic is complex and thoughtful. Max in particular is beautifully characterised. You get the sense he was never all that comfortable as an alpha and he rebels against his own instincts. He is especially frustrated by the way his instincts drive him to behave differently around Charles than he did before. They both need to learn to navigate this new dynamic if they are to maintain their relationship.
“But I am an Alpha.”
It’s all Max can think to say after Charles propositions him. His heart rabbits in his chest, ribs aching with it, cracking under the pressure. All of his skin burns hot, blistering, burdened by Sakhir’s heat. The thick collar of his fireproofs has never felt so stifling, wrapped hotly around his throat with a hate, easy to fiddle with when fingers tremor under the wound of Charles’s eyes, his words, the way he says it like he means it—you piss me off, you piss me off, please touch me, please touch me.
Charles twitches. He stands with his feet apart, race suit loose at his hips, sleeves nearly dragging on the floor. He looks more aggressive all done up in red, framed by the closed door of Max’s driver’s room. His face is burning, too. Sweaty, wet without champagne. Max’s has it, the sweet taste of victory, bubbling and crystalline against the heat of his skin. He wonders how much of his scent is drowned out beneath it, if it’s anything like Charles’s smell now, hot and aggressive and battered by the stink of losing.
He refuses to rest his weight. Charles stands like he might pounce, fists clenching and unclenching, shoulders tight. His lips are off-kilter. He has too much stubble. He looks fit to burst, steam seeping from his ears, halfway to explosive.
“I know,” is what he finally answers with, and his voice is batty. It rumbles with something low, growling, straight from the chest. Max leans forward instinctively, challenging, not one to surrender without a fight. His racing boots scuff against the floor.
thank you to @lydia-petze and @maaxverstappen for helping to compile this list ❤️
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Bed Bug - Part 3 of 3
Summary: Kylo rolled off the edge of the bed, somehow landing on his feet with his hard dick still hanging out of his pants. You watched with your mouth opening and closing like a trout, and he turned to you. Making a mocking crying face, complete with fingers trailing his cheeks with tears, “Oh, you poor baby! Never had to wait for something in your life, come on. Let's get you dressed for class and then we will see if you get to cum today.”
the lizard is a bearded dragon bby
Enjoy Part 1 and Part 2 before reading! along with my College Kylo Ren Masterlist
Come over.
Who is this?
🐸
Okay?
Come over.
Wanna cuddle.
Kylo?
No its someone else.
🐸
How’d you get my number?
I borrowed it.
Picking u up. B ready.
“Who the hell invited Kylo over? He just drove onto the grass again.”
You groaned from your bunk bed, letting your phone fall on your freshly washed face. It was Monday evening, you had things to do tomorrow… these things didn’t include getting dicked down by the frat king.
Even though you’d thought about it, after doing the walk of shame at the Sunday meeting yesterday. All the way back to your lonely table, while he high fived everyone he could touch on the way back. Explaining how you ‘choked on his dick like a champ’ to the brothers, Kuruk gave you a look you didn’t trust when he heard it.
Bazine and Kaydel were dead silent on the way back, and you ran upstairs to your room with your tail between your legs.
You didn’t do anything wrong! It was justified, there was nothing more to happen-
“Don’t make me climb up there,” Kylos voice boomed through your inner monologue.
You peered over the edge of your top bunk, looking down towards your door frame. Filled by his beastly body, dressed in maybe his version of pajamas? It was almost past nine-maybe he had a normal bedtime on weekdays?
His plaid lounge pants looked comical on his long legs, Bazine pushed him into your room. Your dorm mate got out of her bottom bunk, mumbling something about getting a snack.
Kylo watched her squeeze past him, before moving directly to the edge of your bed. His head clearing over the mattress as you were wedged between the ceiling and your covers.
“Hi,” you whispered, smushing your face into your pillow.
“Hi cutie,” his nose scrunched as he smiled, “I came over.”
“I see that.”
“I thought you were gonna come to my place first,” he sighed, gripping the metal frame with his large paws. You watched his fingers flex over the wimpy casing holding you in the air, he could probably rattle it free from its hinges if you upset him.
Rolling carefully to your side, you reached a hand out to touch his hair. Clean, extra soft like a kitty cats tummy, he pressed his forehead into your palm. Sighing again, “Think I can fit up there?”
“Nope.”
He shrugged, “That’s too bad.”
You were pushed rather violently to the back wall of your bed in a rush. The bed creaking loudly as he hoisted his body over the edge, squishing himself between the ceiling and your claustrophobic form. You pressed both hands on his chest, pushing hard, “Stop! What are you doing!? Its gonna collapse.”
“Bummer,” he wiggled his shoulders, digging into your covers like an animal. “Then you’d have to come sleep at my place… don’t want that.”
He groaned into your pillow, “Your shampoo smells so fucking good babe…” Taking another strong whiff, “We gotta get you some of that for my place.”
“What are you talking about?” you slumped, defeated, into the crevice between your bunk and the wall. He had cocooned himself into the top layer of your duvet, chest down on the XL-twin mattress…
“Shush-I’m tryna sleep like you normally do,” he growled, “It’s kinda nice? Like I'm on a cloud…” his hand darted out from the mass of blankets, latching to your waist and pulling you into the depths.
“Give me a good night kiss.”
You rolled your eyes, wrapping yourself in the covers as best as you could. Overheating already from the furnace his body heat made in your small sanctuary. You brought your cheek to his shoulder, burrowing into his nest, “Where’s your face?”
“Right here,” his chin jutted forward. Lips pursed for you to smack one on him, “Kiss me, then we can power nap before we go to my place.”
“Kylo I’m not coming over,” you groaned, “I have classes in the morning…”
“So do I but that doesn’t mean I’ll be going to them? Come on, just give me a kiss. I’m all comfy now and don’t want to have to roll on top of you for one.”
His eyes opened up, glaring as he made smacking noises with his mouth. Repursing them over and over, what the hell, you quickly pressed your lips to his.
Overcome with his taste for the third time in two days, your heart fluttered as he smiled into you. Breathing hard through his nose before kissing you back a few times. Humming in contentment, “Good, let’s go to sleep.”
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
You groaned, a heavy weight pressed on your chest. Caging your arms to your front, you tried to wiggle your shoulders out of your blanket coffin.
Finding it near impossible, somehow you’d managed to fold yourself under your mattress?
There was no other explanation.
You retraced your steps from the evening before, you woke up, went to class, studied downstairs with your sisters, had a big dinner, showered, and laid down…
And then…
“Will you turn that fucking thing off before I throw it at the wall?” Kylos gruff voice startled you.
Gasping as his cheek came to rest on top of yours, swiping a thumb along your bottom lip. Pressing on your pout a few times before dipping it inside, your tongue instinctively lapping out to taste him.
He purred into your hair, “Good girl, now let’s snooze a little more and then I’ll fuck you real good.”
“Ky-lo,” you mumbled, squirming underneath his form, your alarm still blaring overhead. “Get off of me.”
“Hmm,” he clucked his tongue, pressing his thumb inside your mouth more so you’d suck on it. “I don’t think so.”
“Will you guys shut up? His snoring has been rattling the bed all night?”
Both you and Kylos heads lifted up in unison, oh. Your roommate came back? The bed creaked underneath you both and out she rolled, slamming her palm on your alarm clock to shut it off.
“You guys suck-I’m leaving for class.”
“But… you’re in your pajamas?” you croaked, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, “He can get up, don’t leave!”
Kylo grunted, “Like hell I am, I have a raging hard on right now I’m not getting up until it’s dealt with.��� He looked down at you, eyebrows raised, “So she can leave or stay and watch the show.”
The door slammed shut, there’s your answer. Kylo hummed with pleasure, peppering kisses all over your sweaty forehead from being crushed all night. He was only supposed to stay for a few hours, and yet you were lulled to sleep by his warmth.
His nose crunched against your forehead with each kiss, stubble scratching your face over and over until he made his way down to the corner of your mouth. Pausing, “Do you care about morning breath or what?”
“I…” you exhaled deeply, giving in, “It’s fine…”
“Don’t act so sad, you’ve been curled up against me all night. I’ve been waiting to have those sweet lips on me again,” he licked his lips. Puckering dramatically before blowing a raspberry on your mouth.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his corniness, humming back into his touch. Still crushed underneath him, his lips attached to you. Moaning obscenely when his tongue hit your palette, surprised that he wormed his way in there so fast.
Rutting hips trapped you underneath, you placed your sweating psalm on his shoulder. Strong muscle flexing underneath you as the incriminating sounds of the bunk started creaking under the weight of both of you.
Muffled by your mouths swapping together, your eyes shut in bliss. Letting him happily take the lead for whatever he wanted, your class could wait…
Kylos lips popped off yours, panting on your temple as he reached a hand between your bodies. Angled on his shoulder, “Gotta move,” he grunted, “There we go, kept crushing my fucking dick against you.”
Your face scrunched, about to protest when he ground down again and oh that felt good. His hard cock was pressing right against the apex of your thighs. Rubbing along the length of it between your flimsy fabric pajamas, you let out a soft sigh as he rocked back and forth.
Met with a grin, “That feel nice? I can feel your hard little clit.” He kissed at the edge of your jawline, peppering the skin with sloppy, wet pops before nibbling down the column of your throat. Rocking getting harder against your wetting shorts. Your excitement begging to rub between your thighs onto his plaid bottoms. “Kylo, I think I’m gonna…”
“Already?” he panted, “Doesn’t take much to get your little engine running. Shit, lets get some skin to skin.”
Kylo sat back on his knees, his head hitting the ceiling in a loud thump. But he didn’t seem to care, unbuttoning the front of his bottoms to reveal his purpling hard cock. Pumping with one hand while the other shot out to grab the crotch of your pajamas. You gasped as his finger hooked underneath, skimming your wetness, “Ah-oh my god…” you whined.
They were yanked down your legs, he swore under his breath when your knees knocked together to try and not ri[ them in two. Your legs fell back open, your slick cooling under his scrutiny, Kylo launched forward. His hot cock fell between you with a grunt and a gasp between you both, your wrapped a hand around the base of his neck. Fingers ripping into the long hairs that stuck to his nape, your legs already shaking from the oncoming orgasm that threatened to happen premature.
You couldn’t believe he was on top of you, naked cock rubbing on your pussy. Kylo growled in your ear, “Hot pussy, I bet I could slip right in baby. You want that?”
“Yes…” you teeth chattered together as you thought about clamping down on his length. You’d probably cum before he even got started.
Kylos hips rocked against you, the head catching on your wet entrance a few times while he groaned into your neck.
“I don’t know, baby.”
He rubbed his cheek against your forehead, stubble scratching slightly from his overnight stay. You whimpered as the very tip of his slipped inside you for a moment, you felt all his muscles tense in the effort to not ram inside you. Why wasn’t he? Your brain fumbled through various questions while he popped out of you, only to find the spot once again where your bodies were menat to be connected.
You jumped at the feeling of fingers on your clit, fumbling with it for a moment before they pinched at the hard nub. Yelping out while he shushed you, your legs bent in on themselves, toes skimming the ceiling in an effort to hold off on cumming, you wanted him inside you! You panted as he stroked up and down and back and forth. Humping the lenght of your right inner thigh with his precum staining the skin.
“Kylo-please just fuck me.”
He shook his head, bringing you in for a swift kiss before taking his fingers off your clit. Spitting in his palm while you laid there with an open mouth in awe. Your pussy tingled at the thought of him shoving his spit laced cock inside your waiting channel…”Kylo!” you ground out, “Just do it!”
“I don’t think your desperate enough. I’m not sure if you just want to cum or if you really really want me to ram my cock,” he paused at the word, pinched hard enough for more wetness to slip out of you, “So hard inside your tight little pussy. I think you’ll just have to wait.”
“Wait-what?” you babbled, rutting your hips up in the air to catching his fingers in a pathetic chase of release. You brought a hand down to try and help yourself, but only were smacked in response.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” he stared at you sternly, “You’re not going to cum until I say so. And I think its about time for us to get up,” he swiped across your pearl, “And for us to go to class.”
“But,” you started, shushed by his wet fingers on your lips.
“Nope, don’t beg, its a turn off.”
Kylo rolled off the edge of the bed, somehow landing on his feet with his hard dick still hanging out of his pants. You watched with your mouth opening and closing like a trout, he turned to you. Making a mocking crying face, complete with fingers trailing his cheeks with tears, “Oh, you poor baby! Never had to wait for something in your life, come on. Lets get you dressed for class and then we will see if you get to cum today.”
______
You got dressed together.
Correction, Kylo dressed you in the clothes he wanted you to wear. Just to make sure you didn’t get any chance to get away and rub one out in the bathroom. He trailed right behind you everywhere throughout the sorority house. Smiling and saying good morning to all the girls that he passed in the halls while you stormed from room to room, irritated that he was saying hello to all the girls who he had fucked.
While he left you hanging on the very edge, he was literally inside you and he did nothing!
It was his idea in the first place, why did he change his mind?
You thought over it while you brushed your teeth, together, at the same sink in the womens only restroom. Every one of your sisters giving you the stick eye when they saw Kylo looming behind you in the mirror with his own toothbrush that he had grabbed from Bazines old stash.
Apparently, your president had been snecking him in for a long time and he had an abundance of clothes and toiletries throughout the house. Which he pointed out to you while you sulked, even Bazine got to fuck him…
“Come on,” he whined, grabbing your forearm as you tried to get away for the tenth time this morning, “Let me drive you to class.”
Kylo tried dragging you closer to his lexus parked on the front lawn. You scoped out the car, luxury, and practically brand new judging by how clean it was on the outside. Complete with two anime women stickered to the back windows. Their big tits right in whoevers face that pulled up next to him, you yanked particularly hard.
“No, I want to walk. Leave me alone, Kylo.” you growled.
He raised his hands, a scowl painting his face at your vicous tone. You regretted bursting at him, but you weren’t going to give in just because he knew you were upset.
“Fuck-okay,” he placed his hands on his hips, “You’re sure a little bitch when you aren’t fucked. Do I need to come over there and spank you?”
You flushed at that thought, he had dressed you in a short tennis skirt with no shorts underneath. He could easily lift you over his thigh and smack your skin until it blistered and bruised and you were writhing in his lap for more. You shook your head in protest, he wouldn’t dare.
“I’m not-”
“You think I won’t?” Kylos eyebrows shot up, moving in closer with calm steps, “Baby, I’ll make it impossible for you to sit in your lecture without thinking of my bare hand on your abused ass. You want that? Right here on the lawn?”
You looked around, embarrassment coloring your cheeks when you saw all your sisters staring and dunking down from the windows. A few of them on the front porch looking the other way, even the houses on your block and across the street were watching the display between you and Kylo. You couldn’t imagine him doing that in front of all of them…
“Are you going to be good and get in the car?”
You nodded silently, shuffling to the passenger side of the car. Kylos long arm opened the door for you, pushing your head down to duck into the seat. He even buckled you in, you sat in silence while he peeled off the grass in a loud rev of the engine.
“Thats a good girl.”
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Am I coming over today?
You had sent the text.
You’d been thinking about it all morning and throughout both your lectures, barely taking any notes despite it being your favorite classes to attend. All you could think about was your morning, and the absolute whiplash Kylo had given you with him feelings and desires, then calling you names when you didn’t get what you wanted.
A few of your sisters had texted you saying that thats normal, Kylo was just strange. They all were surprised he hadn’t left you alone yet, apparently he was notorious for hitting it and quitting it. But he hadn’t even hit it!
Typing, the little dots appeared and your heartrate picked up. What would he say?
Why?
Your forehead scrunched in irritation, what did he mean? You decided to be as straightforward as possible, tired of the games.
What do you mean?
Aren’t we supposed to sleep together?
Who said that?
Its not like we had a contract.
But.
Look its Monday Xi, I have plans.
Oh.
Your heart sank.
Guess you were the exception to his hitting it and quitting it rule, he just wanted to quit it.
Shit, babe.
You can come over. I just have a date I can’t miss.
Be here at 4.
A date?
What did he mean by date?
Was he seeing someone??
Your heartbeat picked up intensely, thumping loud enough for you to feel it almost burst through your chest. What did that even mean? He had plans with someone, but still wanted you to come over?
You thought about it the entire rest of the day, while you were standing in circles with your friends. Holding a cup of coffee in your hand, almost slack with your grip when youw atched the man himself walking in with other sisters, laughing and touching their shoulders. His eyes flashed towards you and you melted when he winked at you before moving on with his business.
After catching a ride with a friend, you were standing at the front door of the frat house. Pushing on the open door like it was last time. Did they ever shut it? Was anyone else home? You’d seen Kylos car parked sideways in the driveway, but no one else was greeting you.
Your popped your lips a few times, debating on if you should just leave, maybe call and say it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you.
Its not like he was that into you-
“Xi,” Kylos voice boomed from up the stairs, footsteps fast as he came down, with a giant lizard on his shoulders. “You came, hi baby.”
He came over despite you recoiling at the jarring display of the animal climbing over his shoulders and rubbing against his raised hand. Pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before he raced back up the stairs.
Yelling as you followed up behind him, shivering as you thought about the animal. “Come on, I have a thing to do.”
You rolled your eyes, he probably brought you here to babysit the crazy thing hanging on him, you’d just leave it while he was away. Maybe that would show him that you didn’t care-
His room was a mess.
Clothes thrown everywhere, piles on the floor, around black furniture. A desk in the far corner, with a large gaming computer on top that glowed blue and red, a gaming chair that was black and red piled with books that looked liek they had been heavily read. The closet was open, with a dresser inside it with all the drawers half closed and plenty of trinkets and trophies on top.
You looked around to the other side of the room, aside from his probably king sized bed being made. It was still just as messy, A large tank on top of another table, complete with a little habitat and sunning bed. A few stickers littered the tank but you couldn’t make out what they said. But they were pink and flowery…
“Um…”
Kylo turned to you again, holding the lizard away from you, “Sorry, I tried to clean but I didn’t have a lot of time between class and then I have to make this call… Um this is my lizard.”
“I see that.”
He held the thing out with both hands cradling it while it blinked at you. You squinted at it, noticing a small baby pink harness on its body.
You were about to ask about it when his phone started ringing, he quickly turned away and threw the lizard on his lade bed, it curled into a small ball like a cat in a patch of sunlight. He pulled his phone into a stand, turning on his mounted TV, revealing the FaceTime screen from someone named-Booger?
“Should I leave?”
He shoot you a weird look, “What? No? Just sit down and be comfy, this will only be a little bit.”
The TV loaded the other person, Booger apparently. A grainy image taking forever to connect while you tentatively sat on the edge of the bed, backpack slumping off your shoulders to the floor, you looked cautiously towards teh lizard. It paid you no mind other then what sounded like a purr in approval. It was a scaly cat, thats what you’d decided.
Static crackled startling both of you while Kylo smacked the side of his sound bar, “Boog! Can you hear me? Fucking stupid thing, I need to buy a new one…”
“Yeah I hear you.”
A mans voice came through, along with the image of the person in question. A scrawny looking blonde kid, you squinted at the loading frame, dressed in what looked like school gym clothes? You scanned it more for clues, seeing glasses framing a large nose, and a skinny face, down to another lizard in the lap of whoever it was.
He kinda looked like Kylo…
“Xi,” Kylo turned around, moving to pet his lizard, “This is my little brother, Matt.”
“Hi.”
You waved a hand, relief singing through your veins, it was a facetime date with his brother. Not a real date with another person… you introduced yourself, relaxing back.
Kylo picked up his lizard, cradling it like it was a baby, “We talk every Monday to let our girls see each other, and to catch up.”
“Girls?”
“This is Kira.” Matt lifted up his lizard, like it was a dog or cat under its armpits. The thing just licked its snout, Kira, was wearing a gemmed harness.
“And this is my baby girl, Rey.” Kylo lifted the lizard in your face, met with another blank stare from one eye while the other stared into the distance.
You breathed another sigh of relief, looking over at the tank to see the name Rey in pink bubble letter stickers. Along with a leash and maybe other pink collars hanging behind the tank, you chuckled a little as the boys launched into conversations about how the other was doing. Lizard maintenance, and when they would see each other in person again.
Blacking out while it happened, you busied yourself with doing homework and typing up lecture notes you’d missed while in class today.
There was something so domestic about it, you felt warm and fuzzy as Kylo leaned back into you while he listened to his brother talk about his day and the hardships he was going through being forced to go to weightlifting with his friends.
You scratched at his scalp while he lectured Matt about body fitness and how he wasn’t supposed to sit at the computer all day. Which he countered with how Kylo sounded like a parent and not his big brother who plays video games with him.
About an hour and a half had gone by before Matt was supposed to go to dinner with their parents. A few times you noticed someone walking back and forth behind the couch Matt was sitting at, maybe that was Kylo’s mom or dad?
Kylo had said goodbye, putting away Rey before turning to you and cagin you in with an arm on both sides of your body.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi, Kylo.”
He leaned it, slowly shutting your laptop as he pressed his body on top of you. Kylo brought his lips to yours while you giggled as he got closer, pushing your items aside to fall towards the edge of the mattress. Pressing quick kisses to the corners of your mouth, “I missed you today, you looked soc ute int he outfit I picked out.”
You shrugged, pressing his chest away from you, “You saw me thought, and didn’t say hi…”
“I was busy with greek council shit, I can’t be next to you all day. Even though I’d want that.”
“Oh yeah?”
He kissed your forehead, pressing more of his weight on top of you. Your legs splayed out on either side of his thighs as he sagged, “Of course I do, I like you Xi. A lot. Wanna be with you all the time.”
Your heart sang at that, flushed at the confession, fingers digging into the fabric of his sweater. You nuzzled your face into the warmth of his neck. Voice muffled, “I think I like you too.”
Kylo purred at your words, pushing you back into the pillows on his nicely made bed. “Good, or else this would be awkward.”
Suddenly he was on you again, kissing you with a passion that made you almost choke on his long tongue slithering across your own. Pulling on the edge of your shirt and quickly throwing it off your scrambling arms, revealing your push up bra he had insisted you wear. Because he liked how your tits looked in it.
“Fuck, look at you.”
He licked his lips, leaning down while your hands buried themselves in his long hair. Planting hot, suctioning welted on your heaving chest, canines scraping while you grabbed at his sweater to divest him off like your own. Revealing his broad chest, the same one you’d been thinking about since the last weekend when he was stark naked for your eyes to dance around his frame.
Kylo pushed off your, mouth glistening with spit from his affections. He quickly dropped his pants with a clatter of his belt, yanking his boxers down his strong thighs and to his ankles. You couldn’t believe he was already naked before your very eyes, he nodded towards you.
Quickly, you stood before him, unzipping your tennis skirt for it to pool on the floor with all his other clothes. Dropping your thong and bra with the rest when he launched at you, bodys clashing together in a passion youd never felt before. You felt yourself be lifted from the floor as he spun you around. Falling together into the bedding, you straddled his form, rubbing your slicking pussy along the length of his hardening cock.
He groaned at the friction, you revelled in the roll of his eyes from the pleasure. You could get used to that look, Kylos paws fell to your waist. Pinching at the rolling skin as you leaned forward to latch your lips together. You swapped back and forth delicious salvation while you rocked your hips.
Kylo rolled the two of you over, your head against the far wall of his bed. He grinned above you, moving his hands down to yank your legs open further.
You gasped as he spat on your clit, “You’re just so wet, I bet I can slip right in. Can’t I?”
“Yeah,” your voice warbled.
“Lets see,” he shuffled forward on his knees, bringing his cock right into your entrance. Thrusting forward slightly, popping the seal of your wetness with a slick slurp of fluids. You whined, “Please-Kylo.”
You were aching from being denied earlier today, desperate for him to have his way with you. It was something you know you couldn’t leave here without, Kylo nodded. Wrapping a palm around your mouth, spelling it off so no noise could make it out.
“Can’t have you screaming, the neighbors already hate me.”
You were going to protest, but the scream creeped up on you when he jammed his hard cock inside you in one swift thrust. Completely engulfing your pussy with its hot, probably more than ten inches, meaty girth, He didn’t let you relax, swiftly plunging in and out of your candy coated center over and over again while the bed rattled your brain.
Bouncing around and held in place by just his hand on your mouth, your arms failed to latch onto anything to keep you from jostling. Your tits swinging with every grunted thrust. You wailed behind the palm, laving at it with your tongue, Kylo slipped two fingers inside your mouth.
“Yeah-” he panted, “Fucking suck on them.”
You doubled down your efforts, letting him jam them down your throat. Little noises fitting through the gasps while he panted above you. Eys snapping open and shut, you watched with dreamy eyes at his sweat beaded down his face to dripped off his nose to fall on your steaming skin.
“Rub your clit baby, I’m so close,” he panted, “You’re too tight.”
Your let out a muffled okay, swiping down on your hard clit in time with his grunting thrusts.
“There it is,” Kylo groaned long and loud, looking at the wall abov eyou for a moment while his thrusts slowed down, “Cum for me baby, cum on your daddy’s cock!”
You exhaled hard through your nostrils, rubbing harder as your crested the edge of your release. Gushing around his length as he buried it deep inside you, his throat catching on a groan as he came inside you in pulsing rhythms. Thrusting shallowly while you miliked his cock for every bit of his essence.
Kylo placed his forehead on your bare shoulder, panting in hot breaths. Whispering out what a good girl you were, how hot you were, hot tight your pussy was, kissing a line towards your lips. Peppering your face with doxens while he thrusted in and out of you for the last time, your collective fluids gathering underneath you with a wet plop.
He panted, smiling at you with a goofy grin as he cradled you towards his chest, pressing a few kisses on your forehead when he whispered…
“I hope you know you’re my girlfriend now.”
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Creepypasta x Reader Flufftober 2023!!!
Day 1;
Given topic: "I've got you"
Characters: Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate The Chaser, Rouge, X-Virus
くコ:彡
As always, another proxy meeting that was considered extremely boring even for your master Slenderman had finally come to an end. Slender Man ended his speech by giving you permission to rest after completing the task he gave you today.
In fact, this was a very rare occurrence, because your Master did not allow his proxies easily, regardless of the reason. Apparently, one of his proxies had achieved a great victory, so he must have been in a good mood. Or, one could say, he felt less cruel than usual.
You realized that the Master had left the room when the threatening atmosphere that had spread during his presence slowly faded away.
You pushed your chair back to get up from the table, while lightly glancing at what the other proxies were doing. Kate was stretching with her arms raised in the air before getting up from the table. Brian, sitting right next to her, was already standing up and waiting for a sign that the Master was fully gone before leaving the meeting room. Tim was sitting by the window and puffing on his cigarette before going on duty. And Heather was babysitting Cody and Toby, who were arguing with each other for an extremely absurd reason, as usual.
It could easily be said that it was a typical Monday.
Instead of all the proxies, mostly the proxies who took on the last follow-up task attended today's meeting. That's why the number of participants was nothing compared to normal.
"Ahem."
By clearing your throat, you broke the silence that was not tense but not comforting either.
The people in the room were your favorite people in the whole house, since they were the ones you talked to the most. Sure, there were times when you hung out with them individually, but you couldn't remember ever doing anything with all of them. Changing this depended on the words coming out of his mouth now.
"Can you look for a second?"
Looking at you were Rouge, Kate, and Hoodie; the ones who didn't look were X-Virus, Masky and Toby.
You had to get their attention somehow or it wouldn't be successful.
"Uh, hey, look here!"
As the other three looked up, Masky puffed on his cigarette and turned to you sarcastically.
"And why the hell are we listenin' you?"
Rouge intervened and supported you in speaking. She must have been curious about what you had to say.
"Shut up Timothy, let (Name) talk."
"Tch. What they'll say better be interesting or I'll feed them to dogs."
"B-bullshit. Y-you're s-scared of dog-s."
Tim, who started to get angry after Toby's intervention, seemed to be having difficulty controlling himself.
He might be the one with the most serious anger issues out of all of you, but that's exactly why it was so fun to annoy him. Toby especially loved getting on her nerves.
"Why don't we try and see, dickface?"
Hoodie couldn't take this nonsense anymore and got angry, seemingly giving up on leaving the room.
"Enough! Please, please don't act like a crybaby for just two minutes!"
"If we're babies, what are you, Hoot-Hoot?" Cody's intervention certainly didn't make things any better.
"Come here you fuckin' brat!"
As Brian made a move in Cody's direction, Cody dramatically put his hand to his forehead; He faked being scared in a very poor quality.
"Oh no, I"m so scared, I'm going to piss myself!"
"Calm down!"
"Brian, calm down. It's not worth it."
Your conversation, which you were not allowed to have, was interrupted again by Kate's intervention.
"Aww how cute. Big bad boy get saved by his little cute girlfriend."
Brian shouted angrily. Everyone in the room understood that he was having a hard time holding himself back.
"For the last time, we are not datin'!"
"Be-because y-you're married."
When Toby said something, Brian exploded and headed towards that side of the room.
"You... Come here you little bastard!"
"So where is your child? I hear your voice every goddamn day."
"Asshole! How dare you make me look like a slut!"
Hearing this, Brian changed direction while running and went to Cody, who was trying to run towards the door of the room. You could predict what was going to happen and unfortunately it wasn't pleasant things.
You took advantage of this opportunity and walked up to Masky, before he had a chance to understand what you were doing, you took his cigarette from his hand and threw it out the window. Then you punched him.
"If you want a fight, just say so, fuckass !"
And while the two of you were having a pretty intense argument, you were also trying to eavesdrop on the other three's conversations.
"Oh my god! Is this true, Kate?"
"No, no. You've got to be kidding. You can't possibly think I'm keeping secrets from you because of these little brats, Rouge."
"You're right. Toby' apologize to your sister Kate."
"What!?"
"W-what!?"
You laughed for a brief moment when the two of them gave similar reactions at the same time.
This caused you to get punched hard in the stomach, causing you to lose your breath a bit. But since you were a proxy and you were used to such things, you quickly recovered and attacked him again.
"I'm just kiddin'. You look like two small potatoes when you're surprised."
"Rouge!"
"I-I-hate you."
"But you're my little potatoes."
It was quite a funny sight as Heather gave Kate and Toby a big hug and they both tried to break free from her steel grip.
It's the kind of image that will distract you and get you punched.
"Leave me!"
"Ew, R-Rouge!"
Heather asked an absurd question with a very serious attitude as she loosen her arms and let them go.
"Do you want to watch (Name) and Tim fight or Brian and Cody fight?"
Kate shrugged.
"Well, Brian and Cody argue all the time. I'm putting my money on Tim."
"I-I am be-betting all the mo-ney in the wal-llet I st-ole from you to (Name)."
When Kate reached into her pocket in surprise, you kicked Tim, trying to knock him off balance.
It didn't work because the bastard was still standing, looking even angrier as if that was possible.
"When did you steal my wallet!?"
"T-tricked you. Heh."
"Calm down, kids! I brought popcorn with me, but we have to wait until the next meeting for the bets."
While you were looking at them out of the corner of your eye, Heather suddenly took out her backpack and grabbed a bag of popcorn. Using her sharp nails, she tore open the full package and sank her nails into it, causing a few corns to sink into her claws. She then put her claws to her mouth and ate the corn there. In short, she used her hands like a fork.
"Let's see if I can invite the murderers in the forest to bet. More money is much better.”
"That's my girl."
You smiled slightly when you heard this, it sure felt great to earn Heather's compliments. More importantly, when Heather said something, she really meant it.
"Do-doesn't your hus-band b-bring enough mo-money to your ho-me?"
"Shut up!"
While you avoided the punch Tim threw at you, you shouted towards where Heather, Kate and Toby were still chatting and eating popcorn.
"How about you stop making money off from us and give a helping hand?"
"Yuuh! I'm t-taking back my mo-money!"
While shouting like a fanatic fan, Toby threw a handful of corn he was holding in his hand towards the place where you were fighting. Since you retreated at the last moment and used Tim as a shield, all of the corn hit Tim.
It definitely wouldn't be fun to wash the oil and salt out of his hair.
"Did you just throw popcorn at me, you fuckin' rat?"
Just as you were being thrown backwards, you looked gratefully at Heather, who grabbed your arms and pulled you to your feet.
"Hey, hey. I've got you."
You didn't hesitate to thank her as you left her arms.
"Thanks, Heatie."
Calling people names was a pretty bad habit you picked up from Cody.
Heather crossed her arms and spoke in a slightly reproachful tone.
"If you want to say thank you, go and break Tim's nose."
"Okay."
You screamed with all your might as you ran and jumped on Tim.
"This is for Rouge!"
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Poor Sydney can’t catch a break. Neither can my bank account. Last Friday she had a bump appear on her left eyelid. Eye appeared fine, no drainage, so decided it wasn’t an emergency call and monitored it through the weekend to see if she she had just rolled in the field funny. She loves giving her face a good scratch when she is down. Come Monday it wasn’t any better. Called vet, decided to treat with a steroid cream after phone consultation, still not better so had vet out on Friday. Diagnosis: another tumor popping up, but this time on her eyelid. They’ve never been on her face before so I didn’t recognize it as being a) another tumor and b) well, it was on her eye so it felt like it needed a vet call/look.
Started her back on the high dose of dex, and three days later it’s almost 75% gone. 🙌🏼 I’m glad dex still works, but bummed that she had another tumor pop up so soon after her last “outbreak” in September. I mean, I know she has cancer, but we have been doing sooooo good for soooo long. Come on girl, let’s just keep chugging along for a while longer.
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once in a lifetime
pairing: Sam Drake/Original Character
genre: angst, AU - a normal life
warnings: poor life choices
words: 786
summary:
Normal life AU where Sam has a normal 9-5 job, but he's bored and craving for adventure... Or anything that'll get him out of the corporate hell he's in. He finally has the courage to travel, so what can go wrong?
It was exactly 9:25 a.m. when Sam sat at his desk, sighing as he tossed his bag on the floor beneath him. Just another Monday in paradise, he thought to himself as he looked around the fluorescent lit office. He didn't care that he was late again. He saw his co-workers’ equally tired expressions as they shuffled through papers or stood around sipping on coffee as they talked in monotone voices.
One face stood out as Victoria, the woman he was seeing, walked into the office. Sam gave her a small smile, but as she met his eyes she didn’t return it. Weird, but he didn’t think too much of it. Who wouldn’t be frowning on a Monday morning?
“Sam, I need you to finish those September reports by lunchtime,” Paolo, his supervisor, said as he walked by. “Rafe’s visiting at two and he’s gonna wanna see them.”
“Seriously?” Sam felt the irritation rise up in his chest. “You haven’t even given me three days to do it.”
“I’m sorry, we don’t have a choice.”
Sam angrily clicked his pen as he stared at the Excel sheet in front of him. For a minute, he thought about quitting then and there. This wasn’t what he wanted.
He thought about how his mother was a great historian and how he’d take her on her travels to England and Morocco. It upset him more that when she passed, he chose to follow what his father wanted, and that was to become a financial analyst like him.
He searched up Madagascar online, unsure of what was drawing him to that particular country. He longingly looked at the baobab trees and the tropical beaches, inviting him. Come visit, Samuel. You were meant for this .
Forgetting about the report, he went on a travel site, booking a ticket for Madagascar in two weeks as soon as he gave in his resignation letter later that day.
He could already imagine himself in a 4x4 driving through the plains and enjoying Malagasy cuisine while he mingled with locals. Of course, he would have to polish his French, but he figured he knew enough Spanish not to struggle too much.
Excitement bubbled up inside Sam as his mouse hovered over the “Book Now” button. In just one click, his life would change. Would Victoria want to come along, he wondered. It wasn't like they were officially together, but they've been hooking up for months, and he had to admit she did make him happy.
Almost as she was reading his mind, Victoria showed up in front of his desk.
“I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Okay,” Sam frowned as he dragged the word. “What's up?”
“Meet me on the roof,” was all she said before she turned away.
Sam felt his heart pounding with every step he took, climbing the steel stairs to the roof of the building. What could she want to talk about?
He found her leaning over the railing, staring into the horizon with a troubled look on her face.
“Vix?” Sam approached her and pulled out a packet of cigarettes to offer her one.
She raised her hand to decline. “No thanks.”
“So…” Sam leaned against the railing next to her. “What's this about?”
“I'm pregnant, Sam.”
He froze as she turned to him.
“I'm three months.”
“Three months?” His voice was small. “When did you find out?”
“Over the weekend.”
“It's… Mine?”
“What do you think of me, Sam?” Victoria raised her voice. “Of course it's yours.”
“Okay,” he felt like he couldn't breathe. “Wh-What are we gonna do?”
“I'm keeping it.”
He turned to her, realising she was crying.
“I'm sorry, Sam. You don't have to stay, but I just wanted you to know that the baby is yours and I'm keeping it.”
“I…” Sam felt like he couldn't breathe. “I'm not ready to be a father.”
“Well, that's your choice, Samuel. Like I said, it doesn't have to be your responsibility.”
“Vix,” he took her hand before she turned away. “Give… Give me until the end of the day to decide. Please.”
“Okay,” she simply said before leaving.
He watched as she went back inside the building as he lit a cigarette.
“Shit.”
As he sat back down at his desk, he noticed a yellow sticky note with Paolo’s handwriting on it.
September reports. Don't forget.
He looked back at his screen, still on the booking page, taunting him. This was meant for you.
Sam then looked over at Victoria who had her face in her hands as she sat at her desk while other women in the office tried to comfort her.
What are you going to do, Samuel?
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#sam drake#samuel drake#uncharted fanfiction#alternate reality#fanfic#angst#im going through some stuff and this is all i can churn out while on adhd meds#ill continue the other fics dw i just need to get through life stuff
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Today's Daily Enconter Monday, October 2, 2023
Called to be Faithful
"For you have been called to live in freedom, my brothers and sisters. But don't use your freedom to satisfy your sinful nature. Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love. For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: "Love your neighbor as yourself."1
Mark Hatfield tells of touring Calcutta with Mother Teresa and visiting the so-called "House of Dying," where sick children are cared for in their last days, and the dispensary, where the poor line up by the hundreds to receive medical attention.
Watching Mother Teresa minister to these people, feeding and nursing those left by others to die, Hatfield was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the suffering she and her co-workers faced daily. "How can you bear the load without being crushed by it?" he asked. Mother Teresa replied, "My dear Senator, I am not called to be successful, I am called to be faithful."2
This story reminded me of a recent conversation I was having with someone. This person was asking about the different areas my husband and I serve in and was curious if we ever become discouraged when those we serve don't respond to the Gospel message as we hoped they would. This question made me giggle because, if they had asked me 10-15 years ago, I may have said, "ABSOLUTELY!" However, if there is something God has taught me over the last decade or so, it is that my calling is to be faithful in serving others. That service may look different for each group of people we serve, but it should always be done in love. This is the love of God that was so freely given to us, that we have received, experienced in our lives, and now have the privilege of sharing with others. Is my job to worry and stress about the result or how each person responds to this love? No. My job is to plant the seed of the Love of Jesus and let God give growth in His due time. There are times where we have encountered people greatly suffering and while our hearts break for their situation, it only encourages to keep going because you realize that people desperately need Jesus.
Our days are counted and time passes quickly, let us make the most of the time God has given us to make a difference in the lives of others by showing them the love of Jesus.
Suggested prayer: Dear Lord, help me never grow weary of showing Your love to others. Whether it be to my family, friends, co-workers, church family, or the person I just met, help my life be a reflection of who You are. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus' name, amen.
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Wasted Potential & Self-Indulgent Sadness Part 2
Google Doc December 2022 - Part 1 Here
The biggest issue with this dream I’ve found myself circling the last 4 years, is that who’s got the time? When you wait until you’re in debt to decide what to do with your life, it’s hard to just drop everything and go to school. There are more productive ways I can be using my time than completing punny little group activities and being shackled to a classroom between the hours of 10am and 11am Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I need to make a living, dammit! I can’t take the better part of 4 years to put making money on the back burner when I already feel like I’m drowning in financial responsibilities.
Each day both before work and my lunch break, I kill the time by reading. These days, I’ve been reading The Rum Diary which has only proven to make me want to quit everything and become a journalist. I’ve known for a long time that journalism is hardly the endless party that Paul Kemp gets as a reality, but it’s not about the party. It’s about getting a story that can grip at least one person into reading it. It’s about travelling to the strange extremities of the world where my notions of life are turned on their head. It’s about staying up for days at a time to make a deadline. The capitalization of the Internet makes it hard to do honest and true to form journalism, but I’d still like to give it an honest try.
The biggest issue with this dream I’ve found myself circling the last 4 years, is that who’s got the time? When you wait until you’re in debt to decide what to do with your life, it’s hard to just drop everything and go to school. There are more productive ways I can be using my time than completing punny little group activities and being shackled to a classroom between the hours of 10am and 11am monday, Wednesday and Friday. I have to make a living, dammit! I can’t take the better part of 4 years to put making money on the back burner when I already feel like I’m drowning in financial responsibilities.
I’d much rather fake my own death and continue on in the outskirts of polite society as a vagrant. The less institutions and the government are involved in my life, the better. I’ve found it highly beneficial to spend my life flying under the radar so I don’t have to answer to anyone who, god forbid, wants money. Academia is just another avenue to go into debt I’ll never be able to pay off before the great heatwave comes and brings on the collapse of society. Meanwhile, the elites have turned their cowardly backs on us to colonize Mars.
Until I give Galen Weston back the six grand I owe him, I’ll be chained to my comfort zone. Doomed to be asking people if I can get them another size on the other side of a fitting room in a sickeningly sweet voice that I don’t recognize as my own as I chip away at the interest.
Truthfully, my whole life, I’ve been chasing after the best ways of making a lot money whilst exerting the least amount of effort. From the time I was 10 years old, had you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I likely would have replied with “retired”.
Unfortunately, nepotism baby was never in the cards for me, and unless something dramatic changes with my appearance in the next 5 years, trophy wife is also off the table. Those are the two obvious options stroked out immediately. The next top options include an unknown, distant relative dying and leaving me with an estate and a cool mil, influencer, and selling feet pics to perverts online. The bad news is that the latter two options require a bit more drive than I have, so I’ll be taking a rain check on those.
I think this desire to make a lot of money doing very little is in part due to a) being poor growing up, and, b) my natural inclination towards going on side quests. At least had a joined the military, I’d be paid to go on side quests, all while being able to strategically plan my leave to encompass nearly the entire month of December. Woefully, I do not have the kind of pay or job to be able to dip at the drop of a hat to go travel from sea to sea and beyond for the sake of something to do. How I’d love to have to money to run amok in a strange city for a week or two, only to move on to another.
Part of my problem with the perpetual mall job syndrome I’ve been cursed with is how much of a costume I need to wear every day. Not only is the costume physical but it’s also mental. Having grown up avoiding femininity like a plague, the garb I’m supposed to wear is uncomfortable at best, a smack in the face at worst. Yesterday I was asked if I like jewelry by my manager. I didn’t know how to answer. The jewelry I wear is entirely sentimental and not what others would consider to be ‘jewelry’ in the true sense of the word. What I consider to be jewelry are my father’s dog tags that I occasionally wear, along with my dad’s old wedding ring. Beyond that, I’d be hard pressed to wear anything around my neck or on my fingers.
Nowadays, as I struggle to shrug the idea that femininity is a plague, my distain for traditionally feminine clothing has dulled. With that said, my dream work wear is still the comfortable and familiar feeling of cargo pants, army boots that each weigh 3 pounds and a sweat shirt. My fashion being tied to some sort of omnipotent brand identity feels like a prison cell to me at times; an inescapable purgatory of business casual where the only acceptable topic of conversation is the weather. Humbly, I’d like to reject that idea.
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WELL - GREGORY - HAITI - AND - WHITE -
DUDE - LIKE - KENNY ROGERS - TABLE -
ON - MY - L SIDE - HE - TOLD - ME -
LAST - SATURDAY - 9P - NOT - TO -
WAIT - SHE's - NOT - COMING - FREE -
HOAGIES - HE - LEFT - THEN - I LEFT -
SHE - CALLED - HIM - SHE's COMING -
IF - I - STAYED - UNTIL - 9:25A - OR FL -
SOONER - FREE - HAM - CHEESE YES -
SOFT - LONG - BIG - HOAGIES - FREE -
4 - HOMELESS - HE - DIDN'T - TRUE -
APOLOGIZE - AND - HE - JUST - ATE -
CHIPS - AND - DIDN'T - GIVE ME YES -
ANY - TOLD - HIM - 2 DAYS - AGO FL -
MONDAY - HAVE - NOT - EATEN HE -
DIDN'T - DO - ANYTHING - AND WHY -
HAITI - WHERE - I'VE - BEEN - HAS -
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UNREST - CHRISTIANS - WITH HT -
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WHY - BEACHES - BUT - DANGEROUS -
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CHRISTIAN - WITH - VUDU - DOLL - IS -
2 - GODS - INSTEAD - OF ONE - AND -
WE - SERVE - A - JEALOUS - GOD - 2 -
HE - JUST - IGNORED - I - HAVEN'T -
EATEN - AND - HE - AS - USUAL YES -
LEFT - NO - GOOD-BYE - '2 - EACH -
ONE's - OWN' - BLKS - NEVER SAY -
'FOOD - FOOD' - THEY - JUST - GO -
GET - THEIR - FREE - FOOD - AND -
MANY - NOT - HOMELESS - THEY -
ARE THIEVES - ALSO - GOOD -
JESUS - WARNED - US - 'THE -
POOR - U - WILL - ALWAYS US -
HAVE - WITH - YOU' - NO 1 - REASON -
LAZY - SELFISH - ABUSIVE - NO 1 US -
WORLD - CRIMINALS - BLK - AND -
POOR - HISPANIC - AND - POOR 4 -
THEY'RE - ALSO - CRIMINALS SO -
JESUS - SAID - 'THE - POOR - YOU -
WILL - ALWAYS - HAVE - WITH YOU' -
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PER - GOOGLE - SEARCH -
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OVER - $400 - PER - NIGHT - LOOK AT -
NOTHING - 4 - THE - BACK - JUST YES -
WOOD - ONLY - THING - DONE - RIGHT -
BAMBOO - BOTTOM - BECAUSE WHAT -
THEY - HAVE - CHEAPER - BUT - GET'G -
MORE - BUT - PEOPLE - A - BEACH - IS -
NOT - SAFE - WHY - SHARKS - JELLY FISH -
URINE - POOP - INSTEAD OF - RESTROOM -
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ON - SKIN - PAINFUL - WHILE - SHOWER'G -
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WITH - AIR CONDITIONERS - BEACHES -
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FROM - THE - SEA - (SEAFOOD) - AND -
FROM - THE - SANDS - ON THE SHORE' -
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BUT - POOP - AND - WEE WEE IN THE -
BEACH - U - SWIM - ALSO - SO - WE -
MUST - THINK - OF - HOW - 2 - USE -
OUR - MONEY - AND - WHERE - TO -
GO - WITH - IT - THANKS SO MUCH
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i'm going feral rq, can i request espresso and/or herb getting ruined by their taller s/o cuz sometimes u just gotta yk
This. This is what I needed.
Thank you for requesting and I'll do Espresso since he gets more likes<3
BTW its like almost midnight and a Monday so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!
Bottom!Espresso x taller Top!Reader smut
I tried to think of what to do and found myself going to Espresso's lab instead.
Espresso wasn't home yet and it's gotten late. He kept doing this and it had begun to get irritating.
When I got there, it was a mess to say the least and I saw Espresso bent over a counter, trying to grab something.
Perfect.
I go behind him and slap his ass, causing him to yelp and turn around to me.
"Y-Y/N! You can't just do that while I'm at work!" He got red and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You look so cute tho~ Plus you being bent over like that made me feel things." I could feel him shiver in excitement.
"T-Then do what you wanna do..~" He giggles playfully but didn't expect me to pull his trousers/pants and underwear down.
He just sat there like a good boy.
I began to rub his cute ass as he whines, already being very needy.
"Stop teasing me Y/N! Your driving me crazy." I chuckle again and then pull my underwear down a little to get my dick out/I strap the cute black dildo to my front. (Gotta let my girls have fun to)
I rub myself against his entrance, getting a whimper out of him. "I said stop teasing..~" Alright then I won't tease him.
I slam myself inside Espresso's tight hole all the way, surprising him. Espresso let out a surprised and loud moan.
"Remember, yellow for slow down and red for stop~" Espresso nods and moves his hips up weakly to create some friction.
I grin and start moving painfully slow. "Y-Y/N please don't do this~! Just go faster!" He whines and moans while trying to move his hips more.
It was cute seeing him so vulnerable.
I suddenly started moving fast and rough which again, surprised Espresso.
"Y-Yes~ Oh fuck please..~" Espresso held his hands behind my back for me to hold and I did just that.
I used his hands to make him move faster against me, skin slapping sounds getting louder from the contact between my hips and his ass.
Espresso leans his head against the wall and moans out to me, desperate for me to be rougher.
"Y/N please faster~ Your going too slow~!" He knew it irritates me when people tell me I'm doing bad at something.
I grab his hips and make him repeatedly slam against my hips, causing him to moan out loud. He didn't care if the neighbours heard, he just wanted to let them know I'm making him feel good.
"Such a slut~" I tease him and rub the tip of his exposed dick. That just causes him to moan louder, getting tears from all the pleasure.
I then got an idea. A mean one, but an idea.
"P-Please Y/N faster~! I'm gonna cum~!" He holds onto the counter.
I grin and put a finger over the tip of his dick. "H-Huh~?! Move your finger~!" Another rule broken, he doesn't tell me what to do.
I start absolutley destroying his poor ass by moving ten times harder then I previously had.
Poor Espresso wasn't ready for that because in the matter of seconds, he was a screaming mess. Not bad screaming.
"M-Move your finger~!" He pleaded. I wouldn't listen to him.
"Beg for it you slut~!" He can't form words properly from overstimulation but manages to stutter out a few words he knew would help.
"M-Master please~! Need to cum~!" That's what I like to hear. I move my finger and watch as his hips start jerking forwards as he cums onto the counter.
I wasn't finished yet though.
I just kept slamming into him as he started crying from overstimulation. I didn't stop because he hadn't used the safe word yet.
I began to feel the need to release.
I went next to his ear and kissed him, muttering "I'm gonna cum honey~"
I felt Espresso hold me closer and hide his face "B-Breed me~!" Espresso wasn't usually that straightforward but since he's been so obedient, I decided to follow his order.
I slam into Espresso and let my cum paint his walls. Espresso moans and moves so he's laying on his back and looking up at me with his cute crying face.
"T-Thank you..~" I smile and kiss him. "Anything for you."
I then began to clean his ass up as he watches me take care of him. He looked like a little lost puppy watching me.
I go into his spare clothes drawer and pull out one of my hoodies he stole. Cheeky bastard.
I take off the rest of his clothes "Arms up for me honey." He nods and sticks his arms up, allowing me to slip the hoodie on easily.
He smiles and wraps his arms around my neck and his legs wrap around my waist.
"Who said I'm carrying you?" He looked surprised "B-But I can't walk!" I roll my eyes and kiss him more. "I was joking~"
He just nods and cuddles me sleepily. What a cutie.
"Did i really tire you out over that?" He looked up at me with an 'are you serious' look which made me chuckle and kiss him.
I love this man.
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Martin Luther King Jr., Guns, and a Book Everyone Should Read
BY JEREMY S. | JAN 15, 2018
“Martin Luther King Jr. would have been 89 years old today, were he not assassinated in 1968. On the third Monday in January we observe MLK Jr. Day and celebrate his achievements in advancing civil rights for African Americans and others. While Dr. King was a big advocate of peaceful assembly and protest, he wasn’t, at least for most of his life, against the use of firearms for self-defense. In fact, he employed them . . .
If it wasn’t for African Americans in the South, primarily, taking up arms almost without exception during the post-Civil War reconstruction and well into the civil rights movement, this country wouldn’t be what it is today.
By force and threat of arms African Americans protected themselves, their families, their homes, and their rights and won the attention and respect of the powers that be. In a lawless, post-Civil War South they stayed alive while faced with, at best, an indifferent government and, at worst, state-sponsored violence against them.
We know the Supreme Court’s Dred Scott decision of 1857 refused to recognize black people as citizens. Heck, they were deemed just three-fifths a person. Not often mentioned in school: some of that was due to gun rights. Namely, not wanting to give gun rights to blacks. Because if they were to recognize blacks as citizens, it…
“…would give to persons of the negro race . . . the right to enter every other State whenever they pleased, . . . and it would give them the full liberty of speech . . . ; to hold public meetings upon political affairs, and to keep and carry arms wherever they went.”
Ahha! So the Second Amendment was considered an individual right, protecting a citizen’s natural, inalienable right to keep and carry arms wherever they go. Then as now, gun control is rooted in racism.
During reconstruction, African Americans were legally citizens but were not always treated as such. Practically every African American home had a shotgun — or shotguns — and they needed it, too. Forget police protection, as those same officials were often in white robes during their time off.
Fast forward to the American civil rights movement and we learn, but again not at school, that Martin Luther King Jr. applied for a concealed carry permit. He (an upstanding minister, mind you) was denied.
Then as in many cases even now, especially in blue states uniquely and ironically so concerned about “fairness,” permitting was subjective (“may issue” rather than “shall issue”). The wealthy and politically connected receive their rights, but the poor, the uneducated, the undesired masses, not so much.
Up until late in his life, MLK Jr. chose to be protected by the Deacons for Defense. Though his home was also apparently a bit of an arsenal.
African Americans won their rights and protected their lives with pervasive firearms ownership. But we don’t learn about this. We don’t know about this. It has been unfortunately whitewashed from our history classes and our discourse.
Hidden, apparently, as part of an agreement (or at least an understanding) reached upon the conclusion of the civil rights movement.
Sure, the government is going to protect you now and help you and give you all of the rights you want, but you have to give up your guns. Turn them in. Create a culture of deference to the government. Be peaceable and non-threatening and harmless. And arm-less, as it were (and vote Democrat). African Americans did turn them in, physically and culturally.
That, at least, is an argument made late in Negroes and the Gun: the Black Tradition of Arms. It’s a fantastic book, teaching primarily through anecdotes of particular African American figures throughout history just how important firearms were to them. I learned so-freaking-much from this novel, and couldn’t recommend it more. If you have any interest in gun rights, civil rights, and/or African American history, it’s an absolute must-read.
Some text I highlighted on my Kindle Paperwhite when I read it in 2014:
But Southern blacks had to navigate the first generation of American arms-control laws, explicitly racist statutes
starting as early as Virginia’s 1680 law, barring clubs, guns, or swords to both slaves and free blacks.
“…he who would be free, himself must strike the blow.”
In 1846, white abolitionist congressman Joshua Giddings of Ohio gave a speech on the floor of the House of Representatives, advocating distribution of arms to fugitive slaves.
Civil-rights activist James Forman would comment in the 1960s that blacks in the movement were widely armed and that there was hardly a black home in the South without its shotgun or rifle.
A letter from a teacher at a freedmen’s school in Maryland demonstrates one set of concerns. The letter contains the standard complaints about racist attacks on the school and then describes one strand of the local response. “Both the Mayor and the sheriff have warned the colored people to go armed to school, (which they do) [and] the superintendent of schools came down and brought me a revolver.”
Low black turnout resulted in a Democratic victory in the majority black Republican congressional district.
Other political violence of the Reconstruction era centered on official Negro state militias operating under radical Republican administrations.
“The Winchester rifle deserves a place of honor in every Black home.” So said Ida B. Wells.
Fortune responded with an essay titled “The Stand and Be Shot or Shoot and Stand Policy”: “We have no disposition to fan the coals of race discord,” Thomas explained, “but when colored men are assailed they have a perfect right to stand their ground. If they run away like cowards they will be regarded as inferior and worthy to be shot; but if they stand their ground manfully, and do their own a share of the shooting they will be respected and by doing so they will lessen the propensity of white roughs to incite to riot.”
He used state funds to provide guns and ammunition to people who were under threat of attack.
“Medgar was nonviolent, but he had six guns in the kitchen and living room.”
“The weapons that you have are not to kill people with — killing is wrong. Your guns are to protect your families — to stop them from being killed. Let the Klan ride, but if they try to do wrong against you, stop them. If we’re ever going to win this fight we got to have a clean record. Stay here, my friends, you are needed most here, stay and protect your homes.”
In 2008 and 2010, the NAACP filed amicus briefs to the United States Supreme Court, supporting blanket gun bans in Washington, DC, and Chicago. Losing those arguments, one of the association’s lawyers wrote in a prominent journal that recrafting the constitutional right to arms to allow targeted gun prohibition in black enclaves should be a core plank of the modern civil-rights agenda.
Wilkins viewed the failure to pursue black criminals as overt state malevolence and evidence of an attitude that “there’s one more Negro killed — the more of ’em dead, the less to bother us. Don’t spend too much money running down the killer — he may kill another.”
But it puts things in perspective to note that swimming pool accidents account for more deaths of minors than all forms of death by firearm (accident, homicide, and suicide).
The correlation of very high murder rates with low gun ownership in African American communities simply does not bear out the notion that disarming the populace as a whole will disarm and prevent murder by potential murderers.
Centers for Disease Control (CDC) estimated 1,900,000 annual episodes where someone in the home retrieved a firearm in response to a suspected illegal entry. There were roughly half a million instances where the armed householder confronted and chased off the intruder.
A study of active burglars found that one of the greatest risks faced by residential burglars is being injured or killed by occupants of a targeted dwelling. Many reported that this was their greatest fear and a far greater worry than being caught by police.48 The data bear out the instinct. Home invaders in the United States are more at risk of being shot in the act than of going to prison.49 Because burglars do not know which homes have a gun, people who do not own guns enjoy free-rider benefits because of the deterrent effect of others owning guns. In a survey of convicted felons conducted for the National Institute of Justice, 34 percent of them reported being “scared off, shot at, wounded or captured by an armed victim.” Nearly 40 percent had refrained from attempting a crime because they worried the target was armed. Fifty-six percent said that they would not attack someone they knew was armed and 74 percent agreed that “one reason burglars avoid houses where people are at home is that they fear being shot.”
In the period before Florida adopted its “shall issue” concealed-carry laws, the Orlando Police Department conducted a widely advertised program of firearms training for women. The program was started in response to reports that women in the city were buying guns at an increased rate after an uptick in sexual assaults. The program aimed to help women gun owners become safe and proficient. Over the next year, rape declined by 88 percent. Burglary fell by 25 percent. Nationally these rates were increasing and no other city with a population over 100,000 experienced similar decreases during the period.55 Rape increased by 7 percent nationally and by 5 percent elsewhere in Florida.
As you can see, Negroes and the Gun progresses more or less chronologically, spending the last portion of the book discussing modern-day gun control. It’s an invaluable source of ammunition (if you’ll pardon the expression) against the fallacies of the pro-gun-control platform. It sheds light on a little-known (if not purposefully obfuscated), critical factor in the history of African Americans: firearms.
On this Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I highly recommend you — yes, you — read Negroes and the Gun: the Black Tradition of Arms.
And I’ll wrap this up with a quote in a Huffington Post article given by Maj Toure of Black Guns Matter:
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First Aid Kit
Paring: Pope Heyward x Reader
Summary: You have an accident while attempting to do a new trick and Pope is the man for the job.
Warnings: blood ofc and general first aid stuff nothing too graphic tho!!
WC: 1,994
A/N: There's not enough Pope content!! SO I made some!! Pls enjoy some Pope and Y/N action!
THE GIF IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO @rue-bennett !!!!
Saturdays are not meant to be boring, but this scorching afternoon there was nothing to do. John B. went on his weekly date with Sarah, JJ scored a date with a kook he's been eyeing, and Kie was forced to go to a gala on the mainland, so it was just you and Pope alone in the chateau. He had been studying all day for an upcoming chemistry exam he has first thing Monday morning. You tried all day to get his head out of the books, but he was not having any of it. It wasn't until the late afternoon that you got him to go outside with you. Even though his nose was still deep in the piles of notes at least he was outside. You were skating on a horrifically uneven stretch of concrete that was oddly slathered in front of the chateau. Every time he could hear the wheels pop upwards he would snap his eyes to you, cheering you on when you stuck the landing. You were glad that he was far enough away to not be able to see how red your cheeks were. You've had a massive crush on the boy ever since Kie introduced you to the group. Your mom had just moved your ass down to the banks to get a fresh start far away from your poor excuse for a father. She managed to quickly score a job at The Wreck (where you were also forced to work part-time) as head chef. Your mom got on well with the Carrera's who only deemed it appropriate to force their daughter to hang out with you, being new in town and all. Kie wasn’t bothered at all and was glad to have another girl around. After hanging out with her for a single day, you wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for her. Kiara didn't introduce you to the knuckleheads right away, since she had taken a liking to you and didn't want to scare you away. The day that she did you remembered Pope had been the last one to say "hey" yet his was the warmest. After that day your stomach would erupt with butterflies whenever you'd even look at him and you would nearly die when your hands would brush against each other in passing. There was just something about him. Maybe it was how he didn't believe in stupid questions, except for JJ's of course, or how he would learn a new subject just to be able to help one of you ace an exam. It could be how the sun sparkled against his wet skin after a long day of swimming or surfing. How relaxed he looks sitting in the driver's seat of the HMS Pogue taking in all that the sun had to offer. You were glad the rest of the crew hadn't caught on yet, especially JB since he's already taken the role as your big brother, even though you're sure that you’re definitely older than him. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew. The constant pestering, nudging, and side-eyeing would have driven you insane. Your mind slowly drifted back to the boy studying a few feet away from you. The thoughts of those hot summer nights in the cool water with him clouded your brain, so much so you nearly wiped out.
"You good!?" Pope's concerned voice made your head snap in his direction. You knew that the embarrassment on your face was very telling but you just shot him two thumbs up and got back on your board. You shake off any remaining thoughts from your head before attempting your new trick. You were sick and tired of random strangers, but mostly JJ and JB, yelling at you to do a kickflip whenever you were skating. After watching countless videos on kickflips you were basically an expert on them at this point and all you had to do now was actually stick the landing. You slid your right foot to the middle of the board so that your heel was just off the edge while your toes rested in the middle. You shifted your left foot to the tail of the deck and with all the strength you could muster you push down on the tail while your right foot flicked down on the edge of the board. It would have been a spectacular landing if it weren't for the random-ass pebble that your wheel landed on.
"Oh fuck, are you alright!?" Pope was by your side before you even realized you were on the ground. Falling came with the game and you were not fazed at all, since you've had grislier wipeouts than this, but that's before you saw the fountain of blood that poured out of your knee.
"Yeah, I'm fine dude-- I've had-- I need to--The bathroom--" you hobbled quickly into the bathroom at the chateau trying your darndest to not get any blood in the house. By the time you were able to sit down on the toilet, you were seeing stars. Your vision was slowly fading to black and you felt like you were going to vomit. You closed your eyes tightly as you pressed a clump of toilet paper to your knee, which pulled a hiss right from your lungs at the sensation. Promptly, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from letting out a scream. A light knock came from the door and it couldn't be anyone else but Pope.
"Are you alright in there y/n?" From all the pain you were in you could only hum out a yes as a response, but you knew that would not be a good enough answer for the boy.
"Yeah, just don't--" before you could even finish your sentence he barged in "--open the door, why don't ya". His eyes grew wide at the bloody mess you made in the bathroom, but then quickly softened at the sight of you. Your skin was flushed with developing perspiration clinging to your skin and your lips had gone pale as your lungs suddenly only knew how to hyperventilate.
"Uh, I don’t think it would be in your best interest to say that it looks like a slasher flick was filmed in here" his words made you squeeze your eyes tighter as bloody images flashed before you and it only got harder for you to breathe. Pope stepped inside the rather small bathroom and closed the door behind him. He picked up all the toilet paper you had used for your leg and tossed them into the trash bin before he crouched down next to you.
"Does it still hurt?" His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder. All you could muster was a tiny nod as the pain took up most of your energy. His hands then gently pried your hands off of your injured knee and inspected it. Since the cut had almost stopped bleeding completely, Pope, was able to see that the wound was deep but not enough for it to garner any stitches and it was free of any debris. Lucky for you because JB had fallen there a couple of weeks ago and Pope had to whip out the tweezers to get all the gravel out of the bloody gash.
"Hey, it's not that bad-- I mean it is bad but it could be worse-- I'm gonna clean it now" the boy got to his feet and helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub with your feet sitting inside the tub. He then washed his hands furiously to avoid infection and gathered all the supplies he needed which consisted of antibacterial soap, antibiotic cream, gauze pads, gauze rolls, and unconditional love and support. Pope helped you undo both your shoes and removed them along with your embarrassing Winnie the Pooh socks. He sat with his legs outside the tub to have easy access to the supplies. After he checked to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold Pope moved your leg so your knee was underneath the faucet. The wound's contact with the water wasn't as bad as you thought, but it could’ve been you were distracted by his soothing touches as he held you close to him. Pope was careful not to get any of the soap in the cut just on the surrounding area and when he was finished he made sure to clean the rest of your blood-caked leg up as well. Once you were all cleaned up, he padded your leg dry before he attempted to put ointment on the tender flesh.
"Is it going to hurt?" You squeaked as he retrieved the ointment from the countertop.
"It might sting, but it shouldn't, '' he reassured you, as he brought the ointment-covered q-tip to your knee, but you couldn't help that your knee-jerked away from his touch.
"Ow, fuck!"
"Y/n, I haven't even touched you yet"
"I know, I know, sorry"
"I promise it won't hurt, y/n, and if it does you can punch me or something" even if it did hurt that bad you couldn’t imagine hurting Pope in any way. He once again leaned back in with the q-tip and sure enough, it wasn't painful at all. The ointment soothed the burning sensation of the area which finally allowed you to relax. He then carefully put a gauze pad on the injury, before wrapping your knee securely with gauze. You slid off the edge of the grimy porcelain tub and onto the ground while Pope stood next to the sink and neatly tucked everything back into the first aid kit.
"Uh, thanks--" your words got lost in your throat when your eyes met his warm eyes "--um, dude?" You felt stupid when it came out as a dumbfounded question and the heat quickly rose to your cheeks. If it was any time for you to die you wish it would have happened right then.
"Yeah, any time, y/n" he shot an endearing smile in your direction and you've never wanted to kiss a man so much before in your life.
You both let the awkwardness settle over you. The two of you riddled with hesitancy, but quietly yearned to confess your feelings to one another. He needed to get out of there. Pope gave you a curt nod and a tight smile, but as he headed towards the door there was vacillation in his movements. Before you lost sight of him from the doorway, he turned back around determined.
"Y/N, I gotta--" you were soon on your feet as the last bit of courage you had for your lifetime allowed you to meet him halfway. He didn't bother finishing his sentence as he decided his actions would speak for him. Pope cupped your face in his soft hands and crashed your lips together. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever experienced before. His plump lips gilded confidently over your timid ones. As the fire inside of you diminished your shyness you shifted yourself forward onto your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Your movements caused you to pin Pope against the bathroom wall and you could feel him smile against your lips. His velvet tongue dragged against your bottom lip for permission to explore you further and you were more than eager to let him.
"Fucking finally!" The familiar voice of the rowdy klepto caught you guys by surprise causing both of you to jump away from each other.
"I guess I'm forty bucks richer, I knew you had it in ya, Pope!" JJ beamed as he walked towards the two of you and you playfully rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy.
"Fuck off!" Pope giggled and slammed the door in JJ's face before he turned to face you.
"Now, where were we?"
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Warm Beers
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A light tapping pulls Kenzie out of her light slumber. She mumbles curses under her breath, and looks around the room after the tapping stopped. There was nothing in the room that would make such a noise. Kenzie is about to lay back down, thinking it was just a vivid dream, when it starts again, from her window.
Two-one-two. It was JJ and Kenzie's special knock. She pulls herself out of bed and ventures to the window, forgetting she wore only an old shirt of JJ's and a pair of John B.'s boxers. A yawn leaves her as she opens up the window, stepping back to let JJ climb in. "J, what time is it?" She asks. Her eyes are still blurry from sleep and take a second to adjust. When they do, she gasps softly at JJ's appearance.
His left eye has started to bruise, and his lip is busted, blood still actively streaming down his chin. "Hey, Princess," JJ tries to smile but whines as it pulls at his cut. "Think you can play doctor for the night?"
Kenzie sighs and grabs JJ's hand, pulling him out of her room, down the hall, and towards the bathroom. He sits on the toilet lid and watches as Kenzie gets the medical supplies from under the cabinet. Her messy hair framed her sleepy face, and the sleeping attire just pulled the whole ensemble together. Even though she was half asleep, Kenzie was breathtaking.
JJ can't pull his eyes away from Kenzie as she concentrates. Her tongue sticks slightly out of the corner of her mouth while she searches under the sink for antiseptic. Kenzie tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, making JJ's heart skip a beat. She looked perfect.
Kenzie knew all too well who did this to JJ, and her blood boils at the mere thought of it. Luke was nothing more than an ungrateful asshole towards his only son. As she gets her supplies, she thinks of all the things Kenzie wished she could do to Luke for hurting her best friend like this.
"This is gonna sting, J," Kenzie warns when she levels with JJ, wet cotton pad in hand. Her voice is soft and quiet, trying to calm JJ down. JJ nods slowly, watching her delicate hands bring the pad up to his lip. The stinging sensation causes JJ to hiss and grip onto Kenzie's hip for grounding. "I know. I'm sorry, Hun," Kenzie whispers, using her free hand to brush through JJ's unbrushed hair. She hated this part the most; when she hurt JJ. It was for the best, so he wouldn't get an infection. But it still hurt to see her being the cause of JJ's pain.
"It's fine," He mumbles, catching her eyes again. Those gorgeous green eyes could ground JJ in seconds. And they do. JJ can feel a sense of calmness take over, making him close his eyes and his shoulder relax.
"We're almost done, J," Kenzie reassures. JJ hums gently and keeps a hand on her hips. His eyes peel open when he feels her breath against his lips. She stares behind him, trying to grab something she set there. "Hey." Kenzie's voice is so quiet, JJ almost misses it.
"Hi," JJ replies, voice just as quiet. They stay in the position for what feels like forever, lips only seconds away from meeting. Both of their hearts beat heavily in their chest, anticipation driving them insane. JJ's forehead starts to sweat, and Kenzie's hands grow clammy. "Whatcha doin'?" JJ finally breaks the silence, voice pressed.
"I was reaching for a Hello Kitty band-aid," Kenzie explains, pulling away from JJ. They both giggle when Kenzie shows JJ his new Hello Kitty plaster. "See?"
"If you think you're going to put that on me, you're delusional," JJ says, shaking his head. Kenzie giggles with a slight pout.
"Please, JJ? I promise it'll make you feel better," She whines, already peeling the back of the plaster off. JJ sighs and closes his eyes again, no longer protesting. Kenzie gently presses the band-aid against his wound. "See, all better," Kenzie whispers before gently kissing the plastic.
"Thanks, Doc," JJ jokes, standing up from the toilet. Kenzie giggles as well and starts to put things away.
"You still have some clothes in my closet if you want to spend the night," Kenzie offers, avoiding JJ's stares. He leaves without another word, and Kenzie finishes her cleaning. Kenzie continues to think over what happened. About the poor broken boy who sat on her toilet just seconds ago.
JJ hid behind a mask of jokes and weed, and very few people knew just how broken he was. Kenzie knew JJ trusted her with his life; he showed that to her every night something like this happened. But it didn't make it easier to see him in such a state.
When she gets back to her room, JJ is sprawled out on her sheets. Kenzie lays on her side, staring at JJ. The bruising under his eye continues to darken, and the Hello Kitty band-aid catches the light coming from through the blinds from the street lights outside.
"You know," JJ whispers. "It's considered rude to stare in many cultures." Kenzie giggles and scoots closer to JJ.
"Shut up and come here," Kenzie says, laying on her back so JJ can rest his head on her chest. He shuffles closer to her and lays his head there. After brutal fights with Luke, JJ would always seek comfort with Kenzie. His favorite nights, as horrible as they start, always end with Kenzie's fingers in his hair and her heartbeat in his ear.
"Thank you," JJ whispers, half asleep. His eyes grow heavier, and the world around him starts to fade away.
"For what, J?" Kenzie asks. She focuses on her ceiling and continues to run her fingers through his hair. He could be thanking her for anything at this point. He was deliriously tired. He could even thank her for a beer she gave him three weeks ago.
"Always being my friend," JJ mumbles before nuzzling his head against Kenzie's chest and falls asleep. Kenzie smiles to herself before letting sleep overtake her as well.
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Neeeemo dear! Im back again!🌻😳🥺 //dances in❤❤🌻😳🥺 rip your poor lil askbox hehehehe! //is still trying to figure out asks for other fandoms butttttt! Ill try my best hehee😳❤
❤🍁 after all zeta has husbands across the board 😳🥺☺ hehehe so here is another for death note! Hehehe i honestly love the anime so much (i think i must have watched it more than 4 times already) 🥺🥺❤🌈😳 naturally L is bae
😏 hehehe so nemo darling could i pretty please with caramel ontop request a lil something with L hehe here is some cute prompts i found😳😳😳
"Can I sleep in here? I don't like the storm."
"Scared of a little thunder?"
☺🍁🍁Hehehe its been raining so much here lately 😳🥺 and while i love the thunder and lighting it does get a lil scary when it hits a tree in your yard and fries all the electronics 😂😂😂😂😂😂 pfffft anyways im rambling aren't i? Night nemo darling! Sweet dreams and lets face this Monday together/ /sweats🥺🥺 good luck with your meeting with your supervisor! U can do this ❤❤❤❤❤😳☺
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Four times. Damn. I think I only watched DN twice or so, Zeta is so dedicated for her hububs ｡◕‿◕｡
Cover up in lots of blankets and and stay low to the ground!!! ᕙ (° ~ ° ~) I would offer help, but you probs would be targeted before I'm. (;;;・_・)
At least you bought a powerbank now.
Fandom: Death Note
Character: L Lawliet
Prompt: A: “Can I sleep in here? I don’t like the storm.” B: “Scared of a little thunder?”
The room flickered and darkened at an unsteady pace, followed shortly by the loud boom of what was the clap of the heavens. Sometimes the silhouette of the mountains surrounding you could be seen, other times it was only the lightning that remained long enough in the sky to be seen. A flash and then gone, followed by a bang in short, the seconds too fast, the next one too soon. The clouds had gathered and grown too heavy to pass the mountain tops.
"Can I sleep here?" you had asked the man, hands wringing and unwringing as you clutched your blanket over your head. The next came and the haunting presence of the detective stood for once straight, his dark eyes looking down at you with that familiar slouch. But even that sight was quickly taken from you as darkness prevailed again, only to be followed by another flash that made his white shirt seem even starker in the unlit room.
L had remained silent for a while, his feet scratching the back of his leg, the sound of nail scraping over jeans audible in the otherwise quiet room. You were under observation and distance was meant to be maintained. It would breach several policies to allow you to sleep in his room. Naturally, that would have been his answer, but the way you flinched each time the room lit up and the way your fingers moved, counting the time between light and sound, L knew better than to leave you alone now.
Besides, he was already 99.9% sure of his theory and correctness. There truly was no need to continue the observations for longer than they had.
"Scared of a little thunder?" the man spoke, his thought process now filed away and so was the decision-making. You could never tell how much went on in his mind in the time that had lapsed, but L was used to that. Few could. Fewer knew him by his true name, most just calling him by the identity he had adopted for the time, or the single letter by which he was known.
Another one flashed through the sky and here L's expression revealed itself to be blank, you weren't sure what was more haunting. The howling of the wind through the apartment high in the sky, or his never ending observing expression.
"I don't like the storm," you admitted sheepishly feeling rather silly now that you had pronounced it out loud. Storms were such silly things, like everything was to the brilliant man in front of you.
If L truly thought so was a little beyond you as the male made no indication to show or express such, instead shoving his hands in his pockets as he shrugged.
"Come in." And he stepped to the side, revealing his room to you which was sparsely decorated and dimly lit by a single laptop. For the rest the room lacked all the rest, not even a bed was present, or a chair as the man crouched down on the floor and continued his work in these deplorable conditions with a storm raging on.
"Don't you sleep?" you asked, reluctantly sitting next to him as the man pointed at the discarded blankets in the corner.
"I need little of it," he clarified, knowing that to you he crossed as strange, but strange was his trademark and strange was what marked his genius, he didn't need anything else.
The storm raged on and the thunder rolled and followed, but by now you had been too distracted by the strangeness of this man and his calm determination to continue his work.
"Can I sit next to you?" you asked, and L stopped typing for a second as he looked up at you, dark eyes apathetic towards what you had to say before something resembling sympathy showed through and he threw you a reassuring smile, the kind he always showed when you offered him a sweet.
"I wouldn't have let you in if I minded," he tells you and he is true in his words as he even allows you to lean against him, his body surprisingly sturdy as it was lean and his strange seating position even more steady than you had expected it to be.
"Feel free to fall asleep. I don't expect myself to get up for at least the next eight hours," the man informed you, and you were rather baffled at those words, eyes blinking from that bright screen to him as the detective turned his face to you, his features suddenly a lot closer than you ever had the pleasure of getting to know before.
"I might even just fall asleep sitting like this," he tells you and you aren't sure if it is in jest or if he is actually serious, but it horrifies you all the same.
"Your poor back," you exclaim and the male only smiles at that, having grown rather used to comments on his posture and the worry that followed. Few understood how it was part of his genius, after all, but it was a good distraction from the storm raging outside.
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