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diaphragmjellyfish · 3 years

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Robby NSFW Alphabet

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A: Aftercare

Robby’s aftercare is ON POINT. He’s a huge cuddler and loves to have the chance to take care of someone who really appreciates it and takes care of him in return. He will get a soft, damp cloth and clean you off before pulling you onto his chest and wrapping you both up in tons of blankets. He likes to pet your hair while you fall asleep, and hold you so that no one can hurt you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He knows, realistically, that no one is gonna jump out of the closet and attack you, but it makes him feel needed.

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. He loves holding them up next to his and comparing, he loves holding your hand, and he loves when your hand is wrapped around his cock while y’all are in private. He can’t help but look at your left hand and picture a pretty ring on that finger, imagining the beautiful future he wants to have with you. His favorite body part of his is his butt. The boy works out, and he knows how much you like it. He honestly never noticed his butt before, whether it was nice or not, until you started pointing it out, and now he walks around in leggings just to get your attention!

C: Cum

He likes to cum in your mouth. Blowjobs make him feel like he’s in heaven, and when you swallow, it makes Robby feel like you’re accepting him and worshipping him like no one ever has before. He also likes to finish inside you (wrap it up) because of how intimate it is. Not part of the prompt, but he loves to make you sit on his face and cum all over his mouth, dirty boy.

D: Dirty Secret

Robby has always wanted to try more public sex. The thought of getting caught riles him to no end, and he gets so turned on by the idea of holding his hand over your mouth in a janitor’s closet so people walking past don’t hear your moans. If you wanted to try it, y’all would start small, like your backyard, and work your way up, but if you weren;t into it, that’s fine with him too.

E: Experience

He’s decently experienced. Robby had a one night stand or two before he met Mr. Larusso, when he hung out with those hooligans, but it never meant anything. With you, it’s his first time doing it with feelings involved, and he was blown away by how much better it was that way. He was experienced enough to not bust in T-2 minutes, but he still had a lot to learn about taking his time and making sure you both enjoyed it. With the other girls, it was always about doing it to impress his friends so he never thought much about how it felt, for him or her. You have to teach him that porn isn’t realistic, and that it takes time to feel good. He’s a fast learner though.

F: Favorite Position

He loves a good 69, lying down or standing ;) bc he’s strong like that. He also likes taking you from behind while he holds you up against him by your neck, and his other hand playing with your nipples or clit. Add a mirror, and you have the hottest sex either of you had ever had.

G: Goofy

He can be goofy during foreplay or aftercare, but Robby likes to keep it more intimate and serious during actual sex. He wants you to know that he takes you seriously, and thinks that you guys are goofy all the time, so he wants sex to be loving and heartfelt. Drunk sex can be goofy, but most of the time, he keeps it mature.

H: Hair

He will shave it off every once in a while and let it get stubbly for a couple weeks, then shave again. Robby HATES ingrown hairs, so he doesn’t like to shave every day, but he thinks just trimming makes it look sloppy. He settles for shaving every couple weeks. He literally doesn’t even notice when you don’t shave, so obviously he doesn’t care about that. Like he’s so caught up in the moment that you could put a little blue wig down there and he wouldn’t notice.

I: Intimacy

So growing up, Robby never really had people that cared a lot about him. Because of this, he lives for intimate moments. Just you guys lying on his bed playing with each other’s hair makes him swoon. He’s a romantic guy, and would definitely go all out with flower petals, candles, champagne, and bubble baths if it were a special occasion. He wants you to know that he loves you, and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. 10/10 romance.

J: Jack off

He did it a lot before he met you, but now he prefers you. He really doesn’t feel the need to jack off because you guys are together so often. If he starts thinking about you in the shower or something, maybe he would, but he’d rather just text you to come over.

K: Kink

So Robby is a switch. When he’s feeling more dominant, he loves to spank you with his hands, a paddle, or his karate belt. He gets off on the fact that you trust him so much to hold your pleasure and pain in his hands. He would never go too far, but he loves how wet you get after a light spanking. When Robby is more sub, he likes when you boss him around. Telling him how exactly to pleasure you, pulling his face further into your core. Making him get on his knees and watch as you pleasured yourself. He worships you.

L: Location

At first, a bed. But after you guys have sex on a beach at night one time, he realizes that he wants to try tons of different locations. Just the possibilities of how he can position you, someone catching you, or someone hearing how good he makes you feel, really gets him going. His favorite so far was in an empty stairwell at a fancy resort that Sam invited you both to.

M: Motivation

So like Hawk and Miguel, Robby is a teenage boy! He’s horny all day, every day. He loves seeing you in workout clothes, seeing other guys hit on you and then shrink away when they realize you’re his, teaching you karate, and watching you put your hair up. It reminds him of… certain things.

N: No

He would never ever let someone else join you guys. Male, female, or other, he hates the idea of someone putting their hands on you in that way, and knows you would feel the same about him. Robby thinks you guys have such a perfect chemistry going, so why would you want to ruin that with another person? It would just be awkward and clumsy, and Robby does NOT like to share.

O: Oral

So like I said earlier, he thinks porn is accurate when y’all first start having sex. He would go down on you for like 30 seconds, barely using any pressure or suction, and would then be confused as to why you weren’t finishing. He sat you down one day and talked to you about it, because he was scared you just weren’t attracted to him or something. When you told him that you needed more than what he was doing, he made you teach him right then and there. He spent a good hour and a half going down on you, making you tell him what was good and what wasn’t, learning how to actually give GOOD head, and now he’s pretty much an expert. He takes his time and takes cues from you. You were amazing at head right off the bat, and he’s such a simp for you when you’re between his legs.

P: Pace

It honestly varies depending on the day and what mood you guys are in. He’s a switch in all respects, so he can be slow and loving, or fast and rough, or a mix of the two. He also loves when you start on top and set the pace, and then he will flip you guys over when you get tired and finish you both off.

Q: Quickie

He likes a good quickie in those moments when you guys are out and get turned on all of a sudden. Robby likes to take you somewhere a little more private and get you both off, before resuming what you guys were doing and acting like nothing happened. You’ve seen him shake the hand of someone with the same hand that was buried in you 3 minutes before, acting like nothing was out of sorts at all.

R: Risk

He will try new things if you want to, but is honestly pretty content with how you guys fuck right now. His philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” But he’s more than willing to try whatever you want to try. Robby can’t say no to his girl. Sometimes, you guys just sit there and watch porn together, and will see something that looks like fun, so you decide to try it.

S: Stamina

So I feel redundant for saying this on Miguel and Hawk’s too, but he’s a teenage boy! He can’t go for more than 12 minutes at first. He could go like 5 times in a row, but didn’t last very long. Now, he’s way better. He can last for a solid 30 to 40 minutes if he really wants to, but normally you’re satisfied before that and he can let himself finish.

T: Toy

Robby loves to try toys on you. When you first told him that you had a vibrator, he immediately asked if he could use it on you. He’s fascinated with how different toys do different things, and he loves studying the difference in your reactions depending on what he’s using. He doesn’t really like toys being used on him though. He thinks it feels weird and he'd rather have your mouth or hand.

U: Unfair

Robby can be a really bad tease if he’s in the right mood. He would hover his mouth over your pussy, letting you shake and cry before he touches you. He would finger you and bring you right up to the edge, before pulling his hand away and laughing as you almost sob. He likes knowing he has the power to make you writhe like that.

V: Volume

He’s pretty quiet, to be honest. You had to tell him specifically that you wanted him to be louder in the bedroom. Once you did that, he started to let loose a little bit more, but still isn’t super loud. He would rather listen to you scream his name ;)

W: Wild Card

He loves shower sex. Too many times have you guys both cum, only for him to carry you into the shower to clean off and eventually start round 2. The water, the soap, the nakedness, he’s a sucker for it. There’s no clean up involved, and he even gets a bathtub mat so you guys don’t slip and hurt yourselves.

X: X-Ray

I said it before and I’ll say it again! Size! Does! Not! Matter! The g-spot is 3 INCHES IN so if he’s hitting it right it’s fine!!! But Robby is probably a solid 6 inches.

Y: Yearning

Teenage boy! He could go at the drop of a hat. Robby wants you all the time, he just holds back until you want to as well. Which is also often, I mean look at him!

Z: Zzz

He doesn’t really like to fall asleep right after in case you need something. He makes sure he’s available to get you whatever you need: a snack, water, another blanket, a kiss. Robby also likes to hold you while you sleep, because it makes him feel like he’s doing his duty as your boyfriend and protecting you.

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avnkin · 4 years

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The Pogues - Chapter 1 // Midsummers

Pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: underage drinking and swearing I think that’s about it

Word count: 2k

Summary: You were a kook, born and raised but when a messy breakup with your boyfriend takes place you find comfort in the people who you’d been taught to despise and keep away from your entire life, the Pogues.

(A/N): the first chapter, yay! i’m so excited for this series i’ve already sort of planned how I want it to go alsooo this is a s l o w b u r n fic or an attempt at one lmao so i’m again just sort of introducing the idea of JJ and the reader getting together,, this isn’t my best work but eh also please don’t be afraid to give me feedback I love hearing from y’all so my inbox is always open, thank you for reading!!<3 (not my gif creds to owner)

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The day you’d been dreading had finally come, Midsummers, the event had already begun when you’d just finished getting ready, you subtly admired yourself in the mirror that stood before you. You and Sarah had decided on wearing the same dresses just different colors hers was white and yours was black, your curly hair rested on your shoulders, running all the way down your back, your mom had paid a makeup artist to come to your house and do yours and hers make up a couple of hours ago since she wanted you to look your absolute best tonight.

You sighed running your hands down the dress before moving towards the door your fingers hesitantly hovering above the doorknob, knowing exactly what was awaiting you downstairs, you took a deep breath, straightening your back and fixing your posture since you knew your mother was going to comment on it if you didn’t before opening the door and making your way downstairs.

Standing at the bottom of the steps was your mom who gasped when she saw you and quickly ran over to the dining room table grabbing her camera and capturing every single step as you made your way downstairs. “Mom stop” you laughed the flash momentarily blinding you, she engulfed you into a hug as soon as you got to the last step “I’m sorry sweetie but you look absolutely incredible” she gushed taking one more picture as you turned towards your dad who smiled down at you his eyes glossing over “my little girl” he breathed pulling you into a hug your mom capturing the moment with her camera, “thank you for doing this sweetie, now come on let’s get going, we’re already running a bit late” he smiled putting his arms around you and your mom as you made your way out of the house.

As soon as you arrived you immediately went to look for Sarah ditching your parents who simply waved you off getting used to your antics. When you spotted Sarah in the crowd and she did you, you guys practically ran to each other, “evening madam” you spoke in a fake English accent “may I say you look absolutely dashing tonight” you commented “yes, yes you may” she replied trying her best to sound posh before engulfing you into a hug “that accent was bad” you laughed as you let each other go “It was, I was gonna let it go” she chuckled along with you.

“Come on Mary’s gonna sneak us some ‘adult beverages’” Sarah winked at you, wiggling her eyebrows “exactly what I need right now” you replied following her into the crowd where you both took turns hiding behind Mary as you took countless sips of the alcohol she passed you guys.

A little later in the evening, you felt just a little drunk, but not so much where you couldn’t hide it and keep yourself together. You had managed to steer clear from Rafe most of the night aside from the fact he had to escort you along with the rest of the girls and boys, but you knew your luck was bound to run out at some point.

You and Sarah were currently in the middle of the dance floor jumping and dancing to the music having the time of your lives when Sarah decided to grab your hand in an attempt to spin you in a circle but when you spun halfway you stopped abruptly when you were stood face to face with someone you were not expecting to see tonight.

“JJ?” you questioned furrowing your eyebrows as the blonde boy stared down at you quickly reaching his hand over your shoulder passing Sarah a note “It’s a, uh, it’s from Vlad” he winked at her, you looked over at Sarah who was practically beaming as she grabbed the note out of JJ’s hand “Vlad?” you questioned turning around to face her “I’ll tell you about it later, cover for me!” she yelled as she made her way out of the crowd.

“What the hell” you frowned finding yourself without a dance partner, you turned back around only to see that JJ was still standing there, you had to admit he looked hot in the waiter's outfit he was wearing, his hair brushed back, the white shirt wrapping itself around his muscular arms just right.

“You wanna dance?” the words just kinda fell out of your mouth before you could register what you were saying and who you were talking too. JJ was taken aback by your question but sure enough one of his hands found your waist as the other interlocked with your fingers, gently swaying you around.

“Who’s Vlad” was the first thing you could think of saying as you both stared down at each other “John B” he replied, spinning you around before pulling you back into his chest, you giggled letting your hand rest on his bicep. “You’re a good dancer” you beamed “likewise, princess” he hummed smirking down at you “princess huh? that’s new” you smiled feeling like you were walking on air as JJ’s hands tightened around your waist and yours found their way around his neck.

Your moment was interrupted when Mr. Dunleavy tapped JJ’s shoulder asking for another Dewar’s and Tonic drink, “right away sir” JJ replied waving the old man of turning back to face you, when he did you found yourself taking a better look at his face and you noticed the bruises and the cuts that covered his sun kissed skin “what happened?” you frowned running your fingers lightly over his bruised cheek “that would be the works of your lovely boyfriend” he remarked “ex-boyfriend” you corrected him, he seemed pleased at your response but before he could reply a hand was placed on his shoulder and he was quickly turned around, big surprise it was Rafe.

“I was wondering if you could get me a mai tai my friend” Rafe quipped, this isn’t good you thought eyes connecting with Rafe’s “yeah how about you make that two Pogue” Kelce backed Rafe up.

“Rafe stop” you interrupted moving so you stood in between him and JJ. “So what Y/N you’re dating Pogues now?” Rafe scoffed eyes burning holes through yours “No, but even if I was its none of your business anymore” you argued crossing your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You know what gentlemen I’m actually on the clock right now” JJ spoke before Rafe could answer you, placing both his hands on your shoulders lightly pushing you out of the way so he was now facing Rafe “you guys look spiffy” you chuckled at JJ’s words “I actually got a couple of orders ahead of you so why don’t you guys go help yourselves to some hors d’oeuvres” JJ suggested slowly starting to back away from Rafe and Kelce, “hey guys JJ’s gonna serve us some hors d’oeuvres” Rafe called out to the rest of his friends motioning for them to come over “Rafe don’t-” you began but JJ cut you off “I’ll be right back”

“Yeah we're actually gonna follow you just to make sure-” but before Rafe could finish JJ ran into the building Rafe and the rest of his friends following shortly after “shit” you mumbled making your way inside, one against five wasn’t a fair fight and you weren’t about to let your ex-boyfriend beat up JJ just because you asked him to dance with you.

It took some time for you to find them since they’d quickly disappeared out of sight but eventually, you heard familiar voices coming from near the locker rooms “hold him still. What-what do you think? a four iron right?” you heard Rafe’s voice, you panicked knowing you couldn’t stop this on your own “keep his head still I’m gonna line this” shit shit shit you thought “very Rafe of you huh? five on one” JJ could be heard “if you could please stop talking it’s very disrespectful. I’m trying to hit a ball” Rafe’s words quickly snapped you back into action as you did the first thing you could think of and ran to find one of the security guards, as soon as you spotted one you ran up to him “excuse me, sir, there’s something going on in one of the locker rooms” you panted leading him to it.

You pointed him towards the direction of the guys and he quickly walked over “gentlemen” he spoke causing Kelce to let go of the neck hold he’d had JJ in “is there a problem here?” he asked, you walked in shortly after glaring at Rafe who scoffed, quickly putting two and two together, eyes darting between you and the security guard, JJ’s eyes looked up into yours and he smiled “pardon me officer no there’s not an issue I just- actually yes there is an issue uh, we got a criminal trespass in progress here, beep! call it in right, I’m in violation of all kinds of shit sir, but these young gentlemen” JJ breathed out going to fix Kelce’s tie who slapped his hands away “don’t touch my shit” Kelce barked down at him “but these young gentlemen caught me sir and they’re about to take me away. And that’s what you should do escort me out of here” the security guard rolled his eyes grabbing JJ’s arm and dragging him out after him.

“Fix that tie son” JJ teased pointing at Kelce “you’re looking spiffy too. You Powerpuff girls have fun” he waved them off, it was hard to hold in your laughter at his words, your eyes quickly found his and he smiled at you winking just like he’d done in the restaurant the other day. This boy was going to cause some problems in your life you just felt it as you watched him get dragged out by the security guard.

“Real classy Y/N” Rafe scoffed making his towards you “whatever Rafe it wasn’t a fair fight and you know it” you argued turning to walk away but he quickly grabbed you preventing you from moving any further “you just watch yourself alright I don’t want to have to do something I don’t wanna do because you can’t control yourself” Rafe retorted obviously implying that you were sleeping with JJ “you know what fuck you Rafe” you spat stomping away from him and back out into the crowd of people.

You felt relieved once you saw Sarah had returned and you quickly ran towards her, but as you were about to tell her what had happened you were interrupted by by JJ’s voice yelling over the crowd of people “it’s okay everybody! Do not panic. Leave it to the men and women in uniform. Let’s hear it for them” he started clapping as the security guard desperately tried to drag him away “Rose! you look like lady liberty” JJ pointed towards Sarah’s stepmom causing you and her to giggle as you looked over at each other.

“Let go of him!” Kiara suddenly yelled, drawing all attention to her “you can’t just boot him, I invited him here, I’m a member of this club” she stated her parents quickly trying to get her to back down but she ignored them. That’s when JJ took his chance and pushed the security guard away from him making a run towards the exit.

“Hope I’ll be seeing you around Y/N, you look dashing as always” he smiled coming to a halt next to you grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips placing a small kiss on top of it, you blushed thanking him as he raised your hand up, spinning you around one more time before he gestured for Pope and Kiara to follow him which they did despite the protest of their parents. You felt a weird feeling of calm wash over you as you watched the three of them run away, John B quickly joining them and JJ saluting you as you both made eye contact one last time.

“We’re screwed” Sarah sighed putting an arm around your shoulder as you both watched the two boys who managed to capture your attention disappear into the night “yes we are”.

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sleepypeaky · 4 years

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amore?

michael gray x italian american male reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of death, scars, you know the drill

request: My gay italian ass self would LOVE a Micheal Gray fic, but like, not sure he would like a guy who's italian after that fucking Luca incident.. and I dont know if you write for mlm..

a/n: I hope you enjoy! idk why i made it so long but when i get a plot in my head i mean,,,,,

also i always try not to describe the readers features so everyone can be represented and i full mean for that when i say early on that michael sees him as italian. I personally dont look italian besides my nose- somehow the like 2% irish overrided it- so obviously this is a little off but i didnt know where to fix it

1927

Michael sat in his desk chair facing the window.

He was in New York City, he was the head of this branch of the company.

But he still felt like something was missing. Naturally, part of that feeling was from the fact that he had been exiled from his home. But the other was something else, boredom maybe, depression, loneliness.

He sighed and turned back to his desk, where his meetings planner was open to the days page.

His first meeting was a clandestine one, booked under a guise of what it really was. It was always intriguing, Michael thought, running a company that was a front.

What he knew of this client was they were attached to one of the city’s hundreds of speakeasies, what these prohibition inhibited Americans called their secret pubs. And he assumed the client was coming to purchase some quality booze from the Shelby Company Limited.

What he he didn’t expect was who they were going to send.

Normally the heads of the pubs sent someone to broker the deal in their place, a tall weasel faced man usually, who reeked of alcohol from every pore.

Instead, when his secretary opened the door, an incredibly striking Italian lad strode through.

You weren’t expecting to see a man like that behind the desk. You figured it’d be some slimy old guy getting rich off of the illegal cash. Not a charming and incredibly handsome British boy.

“Uh hi, I’m Michael, Michael Gray.” He held his hand out to you and you shook it.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n).”

He offered you a seat.

“You’re not from around here are you?” You said.

He chuckled, “What gave it away?”

The deal was done in barely a half hour. But somehow you both found yourselves at lunch.

“So how did you find yourself in, well, this line of work?” Michael asked.

“Well it’s pretty simple, there’s always work for people who don’t mind taking risks.” Michael smiled at that. You continued,

“but I could ask you the same question.”

“Well lets say that this is one of the less illegal ventures of my family. And as you put it, risks are lucrative.”

“Ill cheers to that.” You smiled and raised a glass.

The lunches happened again, and then again.

Soon you were meeting daily, making up further excuses for getting to know each other.

“My family is, well, its complicated...” Michael chuckled one day as you were at lunch.

You smirked, “Michael, i’m Italian. My family is fucking nuts, trust me, your’s is no worse than mine.”

With people who had said that to Michael in the past he had laughed along and said sure, he was sure you meant it. Probably not in the same way, but he was in no position to argue.

“I might work in the illegal pub world, but some of my family is fucking nuts,” You began. “My parents are fine, they came over from Italy before the war and brought my grandma, who i’m convinced my grandma used to be a spy or something in Italy. At least 3 of my cousins are working for the mob. It easy work for us, we’re all connected to one family or another between here and the old country.” You noticed a dark look on Michael’s face, a typical reaction “Dont worry, not the big guys like the Black hand, we don’t mix with Sicilians, they think they’re better because they live on an island.”

You went on for a bit more, just basic family outlining. And then it was his turn.

Michael went into the abbreviated version of his past (how he was taken and adopted) and the Shelby’s endeavors- the betting to drugs, smuggling, alcohol. Eventually he got up to the Changretta execution and John.

“John was killed by the Black hand in December ‘25.”

“Stronzi, I’m sorry.” You cursed.

He rubbed his right shoulder, “Yeah, after that my cousins decided to take down the boss, unfortunately I made some stupid decisions that could have ruined the plan and ended up exiled here.”

He took a weak bite of food. You tried to lighten the mood.

“Well, you weren’t kidding when you said you’re family was complicated.”

You both laughed.

Shortly after this lunch you were both walking back to his office when a group of black clad men passed by on the street. They passed by without issue, but you saw that Michael paled and clenched his jaw. They were blatantly Black Hand. You saw he was rubbing his right shoulder again, nd you now figured it was a nervous habit. You endeavored to take his mind off it and started a new conversation.

About a month following this, you had brought Michael to the bar where you worked. You danced to the jazz and drank heavily, both getting caught in the energy of the decade.

You ended up back at his office, now the only ones there, and he cracked open a hidden bottle of Shelby malt.

Now both of you were on several glasses of liquor from the night, you found yourself floating in and out of conscious perception. Though you came to, suddenly, when you realized your lips were quite incriminatingly interlocked with Michael’s.

Your inhibitions lowered, you continued gladly. And before anything progressed you both passed out drunk on his office floor.

You didn’t talk to him the next day. Mostly because your hangover was so severe you thought you would have permanent brain damage, but also because you were not sure how to proceed.

It would be easy to pretend like nothing had ever happened. To blame it on the booze, or just claim you didn’t have any recollection of the night. That was also gnawing at you, what if Michael didn’t remember?

It would be easy to just move past it, but did you want that?

Michael still felt the slight pressure in his head after 2 days. He rubbed his eyes and put the cigarette back to his lips. He was sitting in his apartment contemplating. He knew what he wanted, but did he want to risk it.

The door buzzer rang as he stumped the cigarette out. Who was calling at this hour? He took his pistol from the table.

He walked along the passageway to the door, he unlocked it and looked through the crack.

His heart skipped a beat and he released his grip on the gun.

“I got your address from your secretary.” You said. “I hope that’s o–”

Michael cut you off by pulling you inside and kissing you against the shut door. You gave in to surprise and kissed back, pushing him through the hallway.

Without breaking you unbuttoned your shirt and let it fall in your path. He broke for a breath of air.

You kissed him again and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled back quickly to say something, but it was too late. You had already seen them.

Two knotted scars on his right shoulder.

“Michael what-”

“I didn’t want to tell you.” He looked down. “I was scared.”

Still in shock you watched as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Low on his abdomen were two more scars.

Suddenly in your mind you connected the signs, talking about john, the Sicilians, and the instinctive rub of his shoulder.

“They shot you too.” You said in a barely audible whisper.

Michael only nodded.

You walked forward and reached a tentative hand out to one on his shoulder. Tears prickled your eyes. You walked around to his back, you hand trailing over the soft skin before finding the exit scars from 3 of the bullets.

Michael turned to face you.

“I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

You nodded.

He put his hand behind your head and guided it back to his.

“What do your parents think?” Michael asked later.

Your head was tucked in the curve of his neck, your arm laying over his bare chest, playing carelessly with the sheet draped over it.

“My dads not really invested around to care, i think he knows but it’s just brushed over. Ma still thinks that maybe if she pushes the right Italian girl at me i’ll change. But honestly?” You laughed. “You’re catholic, she’ll be over the moon.”

Michael smiled and threaded his fingers through your hand.

“What about you?” You moved back a little to see his face better, “Does anyone know?”

Michael let out a deep breath, the one that normally proceeded any talk referring to his family.

“There was always so much going on that i didn't have much time to process, much less let anyone else see it. There were girls, i wont lie. That may have thrown them off. Even now, i think there is so much actual bad going on that what i do wouldn't make any of them bat an eye.”

“Is this what you want?”

He looked at you,

“I didn’t know until now.”

You breathed.

“And?”

“More than anything.”

And he kissed you again.

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#michael gray #michael gray x reader #Michael Gray imagine #michael gray x male reader #male reader #peaky blinders x male!reader #Peaky Blinders #mlm #michael gray x male!reader #ididnt know how to fucking end thissorry fdlgksjdflgkjdflkgd

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wincestisasincest · 4 years

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The Green Book (Thorin’s Company x Reader, Part 3)

Hey gang! Wow, it has been a long time. I actually had the draft on my desk top for a really long time and just never got around to post it, because my life has been really crazy, but she’s back! I’ve already started the draft for the fourth chapter, so ready yourselves! Thanks so much for your patience : ).

Summary: (Y/n) falls into Middle Earth. Shocker. Somehow, she gets recruited to join a party of dwarves on their kinda crazy mission to reclaim their home of Erebor.

Part: 1, 2, 3

Tags (let me know if you want to be added to the list!): @stuckupstucky, @dianaarelyfernandezgarza97, @alexloveskili

Words: 2188

Warnings: None I think...? I mean (y/n) is kinda a pussy in this chapter and Thorin is... himself so just be aware of that

Finally gaining my footing, I drew myself to my feet and regained my surroundings in the middle of the hazy afternoon.

I used the reflection on the phone to observe myself. My (h/c) hair was an absolute tangled mess, with leaves, small twigs, and even a few pebbles here and there. I mussed it with my hand before lightly parting it, like I would do every morning. Of course, I still looked terrible, but something about fixing hair always makes people feel better.

I looked at my chin, where a massive bruise had planted itself, no doubt from the rather aggressive pushing and shoving from the trolls. Additionally, my legs and arms had been littered with small cuts and bruises that had just now begun to sting and make themselves noticed. Great.

The next order of business was to find the Company. Admittedly, I was highly uncomfortable with the idea of meddling in a familiar tale. I touched on it earlier, but, reader, the tales of Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf the Gray, and all of their adventures in reclaiming Erebor were, in fact, very common tales from where I come from. So common that they are read aloud to children every night. However, no one actually believed them to be true, for dwarves, hobbits, and wizards, along with every race except human, do not exist in the world where I come from.

I would expand on this further, but I imagine that whoever reading this has many of the same questions as my dwarf companions will ask later in these many tales, so do be patient.

While we are taught as children that it is bad practice to mess around with things that are already set in stone, we are also taught that cops are good and that “because” is a valid reason for anything, so I ignored that advice.

They may be my only chance to ever see civilization again.

Catching up with them was very easy, as, while they are quite business oriented, they travel very slowly. They had spent a long time searching in the caves of the trolls that had been killed earlier, and even longer packing and preparing for the journey ahead. Dwarves are tough, that’s for sure, but they are also very methodical, and do not like to be interrupted when they have already begun something.

Like a stalker (which I guess I technically was), I peaked out at their company from behind a tree, wondering when exactly my entrance should be made. They were apparently wondering something similar.

“I say we should look for ‘er.” Fili posited.

“I second the lad.” Dwalin piped up. Oh dear, that dwarf was so intimidating up close. Even though I was noticeably taller than him, he could take me out with a single swing of his axe, no questions axed asked.

“If she wanted our help, she would’ve come back and gotten it by now.” Nori remarked, to which Thorin sternly nodded. He was right. I did need their help, and I was back to get it. Gold digger life. (A/N I’m so sorry for removing the immersion, I would just like to apologize for all of the Gen Z shitposting in this. Feel free to tell me to knock it off.)

Gandalf and Bilbo were there. It was a moment I recognized, when Gandalf introduced Bilbo to his now famous blade, Sting. I realized in that moment that literally any point in which I decided to emerge would be interrupting something. I quickly swallowed my pride and decided to reveal myself.

“Uh, hi! I’m back.” I had absolutely no idea what to say. They all turned to face me, though at this point I was used to being gawked at. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t make me feel a little bit dizzy, though.

I waved awkwardly, supporting my red canvas backpack over my shoulder. No one was saying anything.

Gandalf lifted his every curious head up and eagle-eyed me from across the clearing.

“Miss (Y/n)! So you have decided to join us.” It felt supremely unnatural to have him say my name. He crossed the way to approach me, leaving a rather disconcerted hobbit in the dust.

“Uh… yeah. I guess I have.”

“Wonderful! However, I’m afraid that I only offer my acquaintanceship to ladies whom I know more than their name. After all, it is only fair, since I’m sure you know mine?” No one bothered to interrupt the wizard, who, if I wasn’t mistaken, was doing the same thing to me that he did when he first met Bilbo outside of his hobbit hole.

“Ummm, yeah, you’re Gandalf the Gray. And I guess, uh,” I breathed in deeply, realizing that, whether I tell the truth or lie, I’m going to sound extremely pathetic, “I’m (f/n) (l/n), but you can just call me (f/n). Uh, I’m human, I guess, and um, I don’t really know where I am right now. I’m kinda lost, I guess.”

“Where do you hail from?” Damnit, damnit, I had no idea how to answer this.

“Ummm… really not from here. Like, so far that you probably haven’t heard of it.” His expression deepened a little bit. He was not playing as much as he pretended to. A somewhat scary reminder of the actual investment in the protection of his friends that it was easy to forget that he had.

“Try me.”

“(Hometown name).” I answered back, with a fair amount of fake confidence. He furrowed his brow and pondered slightly, while everyone else remained completely puzzled. Of course, they had never heard of my hometown either, but the were far less travelled then Gandalf, and simply resolved to not seem outwardly ignorant.

“You’re right, I suppose. I never have been there,” he paused, and no one surrounding him, myself included, was exactly sure what that pause meant, “But, how does one from the mysterious land of (hometown name) get so far from it?”

“I’m not sure. I truly have no idea how I got to this place. One day it was life like any other, and the next thing I know I had woken up about to be eaten by a troll. I swear, I don’t know.” I added that last part, because I was serious, even if it sounded like I was completely making it up as I went a long, and doing a very poor job at that.

“No need for swearing, I believe you.”

“Well, I do not.” Thorin Oakenshield entered the ring.

“She wasn’t talking to you, dear Thorin.” Gandalf may appear spacy at times, but his sharp wit never left his side.

“No, that is true, though perhaps she should’ve been, considering that I am the leader of this company.” I found it strange that, though he was arguing about me, Thorin had not yet dared to look me in the eye.

“A leader who was too afraid to approach a frightened young girl alone in the forest?” My face twisted into a bit of a displeased expression. I thought I had hidden my fright well enough, and I was practically an adult.

“She appeared far from frightened. While you were not there to see it, she was the one who confronted the troll head on, even when he was threatening her. And that thing that she can do with her eyes! I do not believe that she is as innocent as she appears.”

“Perhaps then, dear Thorin, all the more reason to have her accompany us for some time being. Perhaps,” he turned to me briefly before returning to the conversation, “we shall discover some more hidden skills that may be of surprising use.”

I’d never felt so painfully passive in my entire life, just watching two people argue about what was to happen to me while pretending like I wasn’t even there. Did I even want to accompany them? To this point, I just wanted to go with them to Elrond’s house and then see if there is any aid there. Of course, it helped that Elrond’s house is basically an all-expenses-paid vacation, and particularly accommodating to lost souls.

It became frighteningly clear that whatever separate visions they had of what was to become of me in their mind, neither of them were what I wanted.

“Are ye hungry, lass?” A finger poked my side. It was Bofur, a slightly more comforting sight. Though the two continued their bickering in the background, I diverted myself from the conversation slightly to face him.

“Um, no, I think I’m okay, I-“ my stomach growled.

Bofur smiled understandingly.

“Well, we got lots o’ food if y’ever change your mind.”

“Mahal, where did you get that?!” Kili yelled from the side. It appeared that I was now up for grabs by anyone who wanted to talk to me, as Thorin and Gandalf walked off.

“What?”

“That!” Kili pointed a finger at my chin, which I stroked thoughtfully, realizing that he was taking note of my large, now splotchy bruise that almost appeared to be a poorly shaved five o’clock shadow.

“Oh, this? It was from the troll, I think. It wasn’t there before.” I rubbed my chin thoughtfully again before giving him something of a lopsided smile. He appeared quite amused at the concept of large bruises.

“Lad, it’s considered polite to introduce yerself before askin’ a lass about ‘er wounds.” Balin remarked from the side, winking at me thoughtfully.

“Ah, yeah. Apologies. I’m Kili, at your service, miss!” He playfully bowed. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I already knew all of their names, so I just passively watched as the introduction ritual took place, feigning mental notes as though it would be a struggle for me to recall them later.

I “met” Fili next, as he always tried to one up Kili with the showmanship, then Bofur, who introduced his family, Bifur and Bombur. Dwalin and Balin respectfully bowed, which felt way more gratifying than it should. Dori, Nori, and Ori introduced themselves together, followed by Oin and Gloin. Finally, the smallest member, Bilbo, appeared to have the most practiced bow, and politely introduced himself. I nodded.

“(F/n) (l/n) at yours.” I recalled the response to the standard greeting from the book, while doing a mock curtsey. I was still wearing jeans.

“I have to admit, it’s been a while since we’ve seen a lass, or anyone for that matter, in these woods.” Balin chatted curiously.

“I can only guess as to why.” The sarcasm was the first thing that I had felt natural saying in a while.

“Perhaps the giant trolls?” Ah, yes. Sarcasm was something that the dwarves were not yet used to. I nodded at let it pass.

The group held their breath and Gandalf and Thorin returned, a tacit agreement among them to let Thorin do the talking. He stepped forward.

“Very well, (y/n) of (hometown name). You will be permitted to travel with our Company until you may be returned to some area of safety, though I must warn you against doing anything that may inhibit our quest.”

I nodded, silently agreeing to the terms that had been placed before me. He grunted, and returned to packing for the journey ahead.

“You must tell me more about this (hometown name) when you get the chance, Miss (y/n).” Gandalf added.

“I’d be glad to.” I smiled, lying through my teeth. Part of me wanted to begin planning for when I would eventually have to lie about where I came from, but the other part of me simply had no idea what to anticipate.

I recalled my red canvas backpack, knowing that it was filled with things so far from this time that it would be disastrous if they got in the hands of any of my travelling companions, even someone as wise as Gandalf. I recalled my familiarity with their tales, knowing that, no matter how honest I was, I could not reveal to them that I knew the end. I recalled the death of Thorin, Fili, and Kili, the abuse of Bilbo, the psychological torture of Thranduil, and everything unfortunate in between.

Perhaps I was better off dying in the forest alone.

“Miss (y/n), you may walk with me if you like? We are both quite out of place in this company.” Bilbo cautiously approached me, his small voice easier to focus on as the rest of the Company began to leave me alone to pack for the time being.

“I would be honored, though I’m afraid I am not a terribly experienced traveler.”

“Then we shall make fine company, Miss (y/n).”

“Oh, you can just call me (y/n), no ‘Miss’ needed.”

He appeared somewhat startled, and on the verge of insulted.

“Oh, no, no, it’s just that the ‘Miss’ isn’t very common where I come from. I didn’t mean anything by it.” I hastily added, trying to fix whatever mess I had started.

“You really do come from far, don’t you?” Now he seemed to be observing me. I nodded.

“Yes. It’s going to be a long way back.”

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So we finally start the shenanigans, though I must warn you that this is only getting started. As always, feel free to shoot me ideas as to what (y/n) has, or perhaps even a pairing. I’m considering also making this one a choose-your-own-adventure in terms of pairings, but that would take a lot more work, so if y’all have a specific one let me know and I can just write that!

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srebrnafh · 4 years

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Five Favourite Works of Mine from the past year

Tagged by @shiplocks-of-love (and that post is here: https://shiplocks-of-love.tumblr.com/post/618719853246873600/five-favourite-works-of-mine-from-the-past-year so you can have a look at shiplocks’ choice :)) - thank you, dear!

The rules of this circulating challenge are as follows: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I took a looong look at my fics from the last 12 months and for a moment felt tempted to include “whole 2019″ since in 2020 I seem to be posting mostly little oneshots... Yeah, why not. Screw the rules.

(it seems I posted/finished posting way too many stories last year)

Counting down from 5, because.

5. Can you benchmark a soul?

MCU story, a lot of Tony as Peter’s parental figure, some magic, some fixing of Endgame, because we deserve it. A lot of feels and family stuff. One of these stories that got away from me, a bit, but still seems pretty consistent. I really needed some release of post-Endgame anger.

4. Tattered

Winglock. Johnlock, of course. Another one that got away from me a bit. Like, 50% bit ;)

Came to me one morning, was supposed to be an open-ended oneshot, then a two-chapter piece... and I ended up with my own Wing!AU without A/O or other typical tropes, the story grew to 6 chapters and actually got a kind of a finale :)

It might have been a case of “if you want a story like this, write it”.

It does have a bit of deus-ex-machina ending, but I’m working on that particular flaw of my texts. I still like it. It gives me fluffy feelings.

3. Double Pride Double Trouble

My biggest and probably longest-written baby. The first chapter (or what became the first chapter) was written maybe 6 or 7 years ago.

A mix of Pride and Prejudice (modern setting) with Lotte and Lisa (or Parent Trap), a pinch of Jane of Lantern Hill and humongous amounts of OCs that somehow grew out of the text by themselves.

Lizzy and William got together, had twins and then... split up. Each ending up with one of the twins. Rose Darcy and Mina Bennet end up on the same summer camp and hate each other on sight. Forced to live together, as per the PT/L&L storyline, they start uncovering secrets. And then they switch places, each going to the parent she doesn’t know, to work out what had happened.

School life, first love, family, secrets, mistaken identity, intrigue, letters curiously left unread, reconciliation, weddings. And HEA. For more than just Lizzy and Darcy!

Warning: 300+k words.

2. The Burning

Mostly posted in 2018, but finished in 2019!

What if... John was a bit quicker and made the deal with the devil before the devil got to Sherlock?

Sherlock is left in London, mourning his best friend, but employed by Mycroft as analyst helping the new MI6 agent now tasked with dismantling Moriarty’s network. The agent seems to be very bright, very sociable...

...and is flirting with Sherlock through the gifts he sends back from places he visits? And what is this about the fridge magnets?

Johnlock, obviously. Because what else. ANGSTY.

1. My pride and... and angst. Fading Interest.

Sherlock is introduced to Stamford’s old university colleague, one Doctor Watson. The only issue is, doctor Watson is invisible.

Or: what if John’s depression was given direct physical form.

I teared up writing it more than once. It started with a gif of John slowly disappearing in his bedsit, which made my brain jump to Ninny, the invisible girl (from Moomins), which then became a story of a man who thought himself so forgotten, he disappeared.

If I may say so myself, I did some good work here. I’m really proud of how this turned out, including narration shifts, text formatting use and stream of consciousness pieces.

Tagging @sherlockedcarmilla @geekymoviemom @notjustamumj @reveling-in-mayhem - be bold! be proud! post about yourself :)

#tag game #favourite own pieces #srebrna writes

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janetbrown711 · 4 years

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"Is that... blood? Please tell me it isn't blood." Louie to Webby?

The atmosphere on the plane could only be described as tense and anxious, especially when they found out they wouldn’t reach the island until the next day and had to park somewhere overnight, as well as fuel up the plane. As much as Louie, Webby or Huey might have wanted to argue, they knew it was important they were on their A-game for the rescue mission and that no one be too tired.

However, Louie, Webby and Huey all found themselves too anxious to even catch a wink of sleep. Webby found herself unable to console Louie and Huey in an effective way, as she doubted that Hazel and Lucy were okay too. To distract themselves somewhat they got their phones out and started playing mindless games. Dewey and Della tried to lighten the mood a few times but failed because they too weren’t daft and couldn’t deny the high stakes of it all.

The phone and sleep distraction worked wondrously at first, when suddenly all three of their phones, as well as every other screen on the plane began to glitch out and turned on to show a video of a dark room.

“What’s going on?” Webby shot up from her slouched position and went to Dewey who was rubbing his eyes.

“I don’t know, someone else is doing this,” Dewey said as he tried to fix the tv, to no avail.

“Who would have access to our phones and the plane tv?” Huey asked.

A familiar laugh froze Webby, Louie and Dewey in their tracks.

“FOWL would,” Webby growled.

“Hello, I almost didn’t see you there,” Turaco smiled to the camera. “I come with a prerecorded message. I’m sure you’re aware of your precious little children’s location that I so graciously left on the wall for you. And I’m also plenty sure the girls would love to say hello,” She went behind the camera and pointed it at Hazel and Lucy, who was in a filthy cell and they wore heavy chains. Lucy was whimpering and holding her hand which was red and burned, as well as puffy from wounds. Hazel, on the other hand, looked very tired and very dirty, and she had a giant bruise on her left cheek that made it look swollen. She also had a bloody beak, which was streaming down her face. She held her little cousin in her arms in an attempt to soothe her.

“D-don’t listen to her! y-you don’t need to come for us! We’ll-we’ll be fine! I-it’s a trap!” Hazel pleaded, looking directly at the camera. Huey gasped and tears began streaming down his face.

“That’s enough out of you,” She snapped and Hazel caved.

“Now... I’m a very generous woman, and I’m willing to let your children go, if and only if you turn yourselves in, in their place.” Turaco leered. “Otherwise... well... I think Louie knows exactly what will happen.”

And with that, the video went dark and the whole plane went silent.

“W-w... w-was that blood? Oh god, please tell me that wasn’t blood,” Huey started to panic. Della quickly got up and went to comfort him.

“Huey, it’s gonna be okay,” She tried.

“Okay?! It’s not going to be okay! There is no possible outcome of this where any of us end up okay!” Louie snapped. Huey and Della looked at him with the same confused and worried look.

“They weren’t like you when you were a kid. L-lucy is only 6! A-and Hazel has barely adventured in her life! They’re so scared right now. Th-they could die, Mom! A-and I would know! I was there, just like she said!” he said, a waterfall of tears beginning to run down his face.

“Louie, we won’t let that happen,” Della said strongly.

“Mom, I almost died when I was kidnapped by her. And I was an adult! Those two are just kids,” He shook his head.

“Louie, you need to breathe,” Webby touched his shoulder lightly. He looked back to her and the worried teary-eyed face of his wife made him hug her as tight as he could.

“Lou, I promise, we’ll do whatever it takes to make sure they come back safe and sound, okay? Nothing bad will happen to them,” She said. Louie stepped back.

“B-but what about you two? She said she wants a trade. W-we can’t let that happen,” Louie said. Webby and Huey exchanged looks.

“I know... we’ll have to come up with a plan before we get to the island tomorrow so we can assure that we’ll all be able to arrive home safely,” She decided to say. This did a little to soothe him.

“Okay...” he slowly nodded.

“It’ll be okay Louie. We’ll figure something out,” Huey said. Louie nodded.

“S-sorry I just- it’s- just-” Louie sighed.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize Louie. What you and everyone else here is experiencing isn’t exactly easy to go through,” Della pointed out. He nodded again.

“Yeah...” he agreed, taking in another deep breath. “I-i just... they look so scared...”

“Yeah...” Huey lowered his head.

“But it’ll all be okay soon enough, okay? We’ll be there by tomorrow and we’ll all be back home before we know it,” Webby held his hands.

“Okay,” he said, not fully believing it, but wanting to stop worrying everyone else and realizing it was getting very tiring.

“Okay,” Webby cracked a small comforting smile. Louie forced a small smile of his own before yawning and the two silently agreed to go get some shut-eye and they walked away.

“How’re you doing?” Della turned her attention back to Huey.

“O-oh you know... good,” he clearly lied. In all honesty, he couldn’t get Hazel’s plea out of his mind. She was begging for them not to come and rescue them. It made his heart break as well as confuse him. Hazel was a smart girl, she knew something they didn’t, but Huey knew that she probably didn’t want him getting hurt because of her either.

Still. She knew something, and that something made her beg not to be rescued.

“Huey, don’t lie to yourself,” Della warned. “It’s okay to be upset. You’re her father, you have every right to be scared for her.”

“I know that. I just... I need time to process what she meant,” Huey scratched the back of his neck.

“what do you mean by that?” Dewey asked.

“I mean... why she thinks it’s a trap. She doesn’t want us to go so we won’t get hurt, but there must be something more...” Huey pondered. Della and Dewey glanced at each other.

“Maybe you should sleep on it Hue. We’ll discuss what you think in the morning, once we’re all rested,” Della suggested.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to...” Huey rubbed his arms.

“We have some melatonin in the first aid box if you need,” Dewey said. Huey silently thanked him and went off to take it.

Once he did, he climbed onto the couch and stared into the ceiling, still unable to fight his anxieties about what she meant and the pure terror in her eyes as she held her little cousin. He shuddered.

Hazel was his little girl, the light of his life, and he had no idea who or where he’d be without her. He loved her so much, he trembled to think about what would happen if she were to... you know.

He tried to fight it, but the only thing that calmed his mind was the sleep medicine as it drowned out his thoughts and replaced them with a heavy exhaustion that he couldn’t ignore and soon overtook him so he went into a heavy sleep.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#my fics #huey duck #loubby #louie duck #webby vanderquack #della duck #ducktales #my ocs #hazel duck #lucilia 'lucy' duck #turaco

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deme-lu · 4 years

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Isolation tag :)

I was tagged by the lovelies @risusensei and @venomous-spider-lily thank you so much, take care of yourselves <3 :)

Where are you isolated?

In France we've been confined for 4 weeks already. No going out except for first necessities. I personally am not confined, since I work in the Covid unit of my hospital in night shifts. My husband is still working, too, he's filling the shelves in our local supermarket. Our daughters luckily stay at home, which make something less to worry about, they're safe... At least as long as we don't bring the virus home:/ . It is still going strong here, and a lot of people still not take it seriously despite all the people dying.

What are you currently reading or watching?

We're about to finish Sense 8, never took the time before to watch season 2, yet we did love the show. We've began The Stranger too, I like Harlan Coben so much:) We're also watching The last season of Once upon a time and A Series of Unfortunate Events with the kids.

Only reading (more re-reading because there isn't that much new ones) Gazette fanfics to escape a bit...

If you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?

We're lucky enough to have a garden, so when we feel like it we can enjoy the sun, sitting amongst the cherry trees and the bees and birds. We've cleaned the garden a bit, and we wish we could fix the old hen house that was already there when we bought the house but never used because it was too damaged.

Any fascinating concept you’re studying?

Is the unability to sleep despite being physically and mentally exhausted a fascinating concept ?

What kind of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing?

I wish I could write as much as I have fics ideas because they're litteraly invading my head at all times, mostly when I should get some sleep. Otherwise I'm as always crocheting, and trying to decide what pattern I'm gonna have tattooed next amongst the four of five sketches I really want. (the thing is, I will probably have all of them tattoed at some point -_-)

A song that resonates with your state of mind at the moment?

Carry On, Angra and In the middle of chaos, The Gazette

Favourite impulsive/“bad” coping techniques?

Eating too much, anytime, and too much sugary things. I'm gonna be so fat soon I won't even fit in my Black Moral shirts anymore :'(

Favourite healthy/“good” coping techniques?

Writing and listening to music as much as I can. Spending time with my family. Repeating myself I do my best. Self care is also important in these hard times...

Tagging @salamechecad @ashorterurl @ivyclimbs @b-o-t-t-o-m-l-e-s-s-a-b-y-s-s @taka-chan @rad-is-more @radmushroomboy @nadak99 @cancerianwastelandcat @cali-in-reverse @sweetlolixo @tellmetheteruth and @pearlchen... tell us guys how you’ve been doing all around the world? Much love and Stay safe! <3

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karma-was-taken · 4 years

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creator tag game

Tagged by @onlymorelove. Thanks Only <3

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I honestly kind of hate everything I’ve ever written, but I want to learn to be more positive and self-loving so I’ll try my best to focus on what I do like!

1. a tale of love and lies (Earth-3490, fairy tale AU, SteveTony)

To start things off with a bang, this is without doubt my favorite thing I’ve ever written and one of the only stories I genuinely, wholeheartedly love... which is ironic, because it’s also one of my least popular works. It’s a fairy tale retelling that follows the adventures of Antonia, a princess who left her kingdom in search of honor and disguised herself as a knight along the way.

Writing this story was a challenge in the most wonderful ways. It is easily the most “serious” fic I’ve ever written: I tried to write it in the style of the original fairy tale (which dates back to the 1550s lmao I like to suffer) and while I don’t know if I managed it perfectly I was really proud of the results I got! I love the concept, the characters, the plot, the style... idk, I’m just really happy with this fic. I don’t really know why it didn’t do as well as I was expecting, but it makes me kind of sad whenever I think about it, so if you feel like reading it and you end up liking it please let me know! It would make me really really happy :)

2. Coming Back and Coming Out: Richie Tozier’s 2019 (IT movies, Reddie)

On a completely different note, I LOVED writing this fic just because it allowed me to be as funny as I wanted without giving a single shit about the plot, and to be honest I love comedy more than I love anything else in life. This is number 2 on the list because I had a blast while writing it, and because I genuinely think it turned out pretty good! I love comedy, I love outsider POVs, I love interview fics, and guess what? This fic has it all! I just wrote whatever I wanted without a single care in the world -- there’s a comedy special bit in there, a bunch of tweets, Bickering As A Love Language, two grown men acting like teenagers in l o v e, sO many bad jokes...

This fic is a mess, but it’s a funny mess, and I feel like that’s a very me thing to write.

3. A Mermaid’s Kiss (AU, Stuckony)

This one was written for a remix event, and boy oh boy did I struggle to write it, but I’m not too unhappy with how it turned out. It’s got the classic ‘mermaid falling in love with pirates’ trope that I adore, and I always enjoy an excuse to let myself work on a bit of world-building. I loved the challenge of figuring out all the little things Tony could do to communicate without being able to use his words, especially since most of the fic is just a conversation between a merman and two humans. Plus, I mean, Steve and Bucky as pirates... that’s a big hell yeah from me chief.

So yeah, this story is just 9k of Tony going from “these two humans are idiots that’s so fascinating” to “oh god oh god whY are they so HOT and NICE what the FUCK” which is honestly a mood and completely understandable.

4. Redemption (MCU, Winteriron)

This one is basically a big “canon? no thanks!” fic that starts at the beginning of AoU and tries to fix all the problems I had with Civil War. I tend to only write AUs, so writing a canon-divergent fic was interesting but kind of difficult for me.

Bucky and the Soldier are two separate personalities, which is a concept I find really interesting and I had a lot of fun in getting to explore it. I also love the structure of the fic (the POV switches and the time jumps) and I’m super happy with Winter’s characterization, but I struggled a lot with the ending and I don’t really like how it turned out. Still, I think it’s a good story with a fun narrative structure, and it was fueled by pure spite so the catharsis it gave me... unparalleled.

5. Unposted WIP (MCU, RhodeyTony)

I know I’m breaking the rules but shhhhh!! I’m putting this last because it’s not technically a work I created in 2019 (since it’s still unfinished lol) but oh my god this one is my baby. It’s a rhodeytony fic told from the POV of Peggy Carter and Roberta Rhodes. I honestly started writing it because I adore the trope of Peggy being Tony’s godmother, but then I fell in love with the idea of exploring Peggy and Roberta’s reactions to their two boys falling in love... and I couldn’t resist writing it. Knowing myself, I’ll probably end up unhappy with it once i do get around to posting it, but right now I’m really proud of how it’s turning out. It’s the most character-heavy fic I’ve ever written (I teared up a couple of times while writing it because it’s so emotional for me) and I really hope I’ll get to share it in the future.

That’s it! Thank you Only for tagging me <3 I don’t know if you guys have already done this but imma tag my babes @tinyfuriouscloud @duckmoles @ionicirelia and @starxxreactor. No pressure of course!

#tag game #we're loving ourselves in 2020 gays mark my words #long post

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ua-miruko · 5 years

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[8/8]

ua-miruko 2:33 PM

anyone who's not too sore from yesterday should come join me today! there's a charity marathon goin on downtown, i'm thinkin of poppin by 👀!!! get yall some good PR!!

s-inasa 2:34 PM

Yes ma'am! I haven't had any complications from the concussion, so I'll definitely be there!!

ua-miruko 2:36 PM

HELL YEAH good to hear!

hey! if you stick around after, i'll buy you and whoever else dinner! running gets my appetite GOIN

s-inasa 2:37 PM

!!!! CAN WE GET HOT UDON???

ua-miruko 2:37 PM

HELL YEAH WE CAN!!!

s-inasa 2:37 PM

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

ua-miruko 2:38 PM

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH

ua-mar 2:39 PM

A charity? That sounds wonderful and thoughtful!! Oh! My ears are just aching a bit and my thumb isn’t looking so purple anymore! They’re healing quickly so I’ll join you!

s-inasa 2:41 PM

[Selfie Attached]

ua-miruko 2:41 PM

yeah sorry, usually we got a healer around at the agency but they called out yesterday >:O they should have a shift tonight though if you guys wanna get fixed up quick--OH H E L L O

LOVE THE ENTHUSIASM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

s-inasa 2:43 PM

THANK YOU MA'AM!!!

ua-miruko 2:45 PM

cool cool! anyway the marathon starts around 6 and i'm thinking of hopping over around 7:30! shoot me a text when you're there, everyone!

don't forget, agency's open for yall if you wanna wander around... i'm in a meeting for the rest of the morning but you're free to do whatever!

ua-mar 2:47 PM

Is the gym still open?

ua-miruko 2:47 PM

should be!

ua-mar 2:48 PM

Good! I wanna get prepared for the event! I’ll join Inasa with chugging down those protein shakes 😤!

ua-miruko 2:50 PM

awesome! don't chug too many, make sure to drink water too! blahblah you know

ua-mar 2:54 PM

Oh absolutely! Don’t worry Miruko Sensei! Just focus on that charity event!!

We gotta give Team Miruko a good image👍💪!

ua-miruko 2:55 PM

💪 😤 you better!!

ua-mar 3:00 PM

Ah! Inasa! Do you have any shake recipes? Whatever your consuming seems to be promising 😯?

ua-miruko 3:01 PM

???

shake recipes whaaaaaaaaaaat

s-inasa 3:02 PM

Yeah I do!!

ua-miruko 3:03 PM

👀

s-inasa 3:03 PM

Would you like a carbload, a protein punch or an iron bomb one???

ua-mar 3:04 PM

...........yes

ua-miruko 3:04 PM

w h o a hello there

s-inasa 3:04 PM

Yes???

ua-mar 3:06 PM

Yes

s-inasa 3:07 PM

That will probably taste SO gross.

LETS DO IT !!!!!!!!!

ua-miruko 3:08 PM

LMAO

don't poison yourselves before the run!! have fun 💜

ua-mar 3:09 PM

We’ll be drinking responsibly Miruko Sensei!!!!!We won’t leave your bar in a mess!!

#miruko.log #inasa #valentine

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Father Francisco Garupe NSFW Alphabet

A/N: So i’m going to hell, and i’m blaming it all on Anne

Taglist: @aclamclriver @oh-adam ( + @tonguepopperr I don’t know if u want to be tagged in this B, sorry if your don’t <3 )

Warnings: NSFW under the cut, defiling a holy man of the church

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Garupe is loving after he cums - although the first thing he does is grab his rosary to return it to it’s place on his neck, sending up a small prayer for forgiveness before he helps you clean up and wipe down so you weren’t shamed by the others in the village if they ever saw something on you that could give your relationship away. He would always give you a gentle kiss on the brow - where the ash would go if it were the middle of the week. Garupe never stays long after though.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a fan of his shoulders. They’re strong and large enough to show that he is in fact a man under his robes. On you though, he loves your hips and thighs. They’re so soft and womanly, he loves to hold them and watch the skin indent as his fingers dig into your flesh when he’s holding your legs up as he makes love to you on the floor of your home.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Garupe loves to see his cum on you. He loves to watch it drip from your mouth and cheekbones down you your shoulders and collarbones. He feels no shame in the sin he’s committed while he watches his cum fall onto the small silver crucifix the rests between your collarbones. He feels no shame as you stare up at him, swallowing what cum you had been able to catch with your mouth. This man also fucking loves having your cum on his fingers - the smell to remind him of what he’s done as he holds his hands up to his face during prayer, his pussy soaked hands the only thing he can focus on.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You’re his dirty secret. Other than you, he’s the perfect priest. (( He sometimes likes to hear you moan his title as he kisses you in the confines of the church ))

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

PUH-LEASE. Garupe has no experience. No clue what he’s doing. Like someone wandering unknown territory during the darkness of night. He went into the church a virgin, having not even touched himself until he caught your gaze during service.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary. It’s comfortable for him, he can hold himself up and watch you unravel and beg for him with the same lips you use to drink the communion wine and swear loyalty to god. He also enjoys holding you up against a wall - It’s quick, he can show off his strength to you, and you can fix yourselves quickly if anyone happens to accidentally come near you while you’re fucking like animals against the wall (( He also just really loves holding your thighs ok? My man Garupe is a thigh man.))

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn’t know how to be goofy. He once laughed in fear of his sin and the fact that he had betrayed his vows and he was going to hell. But other than that, he’s serious during intimate moments. They’re rare moments, and he wants to make sure you know how serious and rare they have to be.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not groomed, very dark hair but there’s not a lot of it. Most of his hair is on his head, chin and legs. He doesn’t bother with - or even consider - grooming down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Garupe is very intimate. He doesn’t get a lot of time with you. Just fleeting moments under the cover of night, or minutes between services against a pillar in one of the rooms off the chapel. He tries to be romantic, but he also makes sure not to take it too far, as he knows that this could never be anything more than what it is.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t masturbate until after the first time he sinks himself into you. When he goes on mission trips, he finds himself wandering off from his companion to hastily grab onto himself, pretending that you were there to bend over in front of him so he could sheath himself into you. He’s not very good at jacking off, he’ll use both hands, one at the base to keep pressure and the other to tease right under the tip of his cock until he’s spilling against his stomach.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This boy has a praise kink. He loves to be praised by you. He loves to hear how good he makes you feel, how he’s the only one you think about and want in you. He also has a minor hair pulling kink. It’s a roughness that he enjoys - when your fingers are tangles in his hair and your tighten your grip as waves of pleasure run through your body, pulling the soft strands and tightening at the roots until he can’t help but release a guttural moan. Garupe also 100% has an edging kink. If you have the time, he’d willing let you edge him for hours. Hours for him to beg and cry for release.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In your home. It’s safe, private, and quiet. There’s no peering eyes, and you can always say that he was visiting for a private confession if anyone did ask questions. He loves to take you on your bed on top of the soft blankets and furs - very unlike his own bed which was stiff and uncomfortable.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him during service. The way you look up through your lashes during prayer, giving him the secret smile meant only for him. The way your lips wrap around the goblet as he holds it for you to drink - the way the red wine drips down your chin and onto your chest, almost exactly like his cum does. The twitch of your hips when you walk away to return to your seat. The unsettling feeling that runs through his body when the matchmakers of the town try to set you up with young men that could actually be with you - it’s often those days that he sobs into your shoulder as he makes love to you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public sex/voyeurism. The fear of getting caught is too high to even consider partaking in public excursions.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Garupe loves eating you out - he’s not very good at it at first, but after a few times, you’ve never received better orgasms. You squirm a lot when he’s sucking on your clit and shoving his tongue into your cunt, and he often holds you down until you’re almost sobbing from the constant pleasurable stimulation. You give him head fairly often, when there’s not enough time to both undress and you still want some physical contact. He’s never felt pleasure like the orgasms he gets from your mouth. The way you suck at the head and tease his shaft with gentle licks of his tongue - it’s enough for a saint to want to sin (heh. Get it?)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. Garupe likes to take his time with you, to watch you fall into the pits of pleasure. He likes to make it last with you, because he never knows when it’s going to be the official last time, so he always makes your longer moments together worthwhile.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies almost don’t exist for Garupe, unless you have no time and you know you won’t be able to see each other for a lengthy period of time. Though occasionally, he’ll take you quickly against the wall of his small bedroom before rounds and praying hours are over.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Garupe doesn’t risk anything. He worries about everything, especially when it comes to you. The only risks he’ll take is minor experimental moments with positions or oral techniques he picked up from someone’s confession.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

One or two rounds at 25 minutes for the first one, and 15 for the second. There can be roughly a five or ten minute break between the rounds. As more time goes on, he begins to last longer, his longest session with you being almost a full hour.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys (does holy water as lube count???)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You tease him much more than he teases you. Like stated above, you can edge him for a long while, Garupe doesn’t have the heart to tease you. The moment you beg for his cock, he’ll eagerly give it to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Quiet. Garupe has spent his life keeping silent, which also translates to the noises he makes when he’s balls deep in you. He whimpers a lot, breathy moans - one loud groan when he cums, but other than that, he’s pretty good at keeping quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s masturbated in the confessional once during a service.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

8 inches, probably looks like a micro when he’s not hard tbh.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Non-existent until he meets you. After that, he sees sex everywhere. He craves it all the time - though he’s good at keeping a straight face. He’s almost always needing you. Can have sex every day if he wanted to.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If your relationship was under better circumstances where he was able to court you and marry you, he’d fall asleep right away while holding you close. But since that’s not the reality he lives in, he never falls asleep afterwards, he always has to make sure he leaves and returns before anyone questions his absence.

#father garupe #father garupe imagine #garupe imagine #garupe x reader #garupe x you #father garupe x you #father garupe x reader #francisco garupe #francisco garupe imagine #rosalynbair #its 1:30am #so uh #yeah #enjoy bbys

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The Book of Mormon London 11/11/2017

The Book of Mormon West End 11/11/2017

I went to see The Book of Mormon for my second time last Saturday and decided to do a write up b/c other ppl had done it and it looks fun!

Cast-

Elder Price - KJ Hippensteel

Elder Cunningham - Cody Strand

Nabulungi - Leanne Robinson

Elder McKinley -- Stephen Rolley

-When jesus started talking @neko-no-niji thought he was doing a jesus impression lol

-KJ walks down with the biggest smile on his face he was so good

-Codys ‘OOPS’ in hello

-In the ‘Hello’ ‘my name is..’ ‘Elder Cunningham!’ Cody looks at the other and tries to copy their moves

-Everyone looks so in awe of KJ at ‘Your’e like the smartest, best, most deserving elder..’ but honestly me too

-Everyone is so cute in Two by Two,, and the entire thing tbh

-Someone teach me to two by two dance? same 4 turn it off

-After two by two & before you and me (but mostly me) when Cody and Arnold are alone, Cody kinda throws his arms up in the air, jumps up and lands with his legs kinda apart? So hard to explain but it was so pure

-Cody sippin on a juicebox before they leave and his dads like….’ARNOLD,, ARNOLD’ that boy is so pure -- ‘I HAD MRS BROWN SING LIKE AN AFRICAN FOR YOU!’ -Hasa Diga, Mafala had such a deep voice it was rlly good (dont take that out of context)

-One of my fav parts is in Hasa Diga, when they walk back on the beat and fall on their butts

-During ‘This is my daugher she has a….’ Naba is proper slapping the floor and jammin then she stands up all pure -Turn it off is amazing,, they’re all such talented dancers honestly,, Stephen is such a good McKinley!!? -’WHAM, BAM, PUSH IT DOWN!!’

-When Stephen leads them to their rooms,, he holds KJs hand like right up to his lips he is kissing that boys hand okay -I am here for you..you can really see how close and comfortable KJ and cody are with each other they are friendship goals!!

-Cody constantly stroking Kjs face honestly same -Cody throwing the blanket over KJS face -At the end Cody gets off his bed and pushes it right next to KJs…..<3 <3 -Okay all American is one of my fav songs and it did not disappoint

-When Naba is like ‘whats the difference?’ KJ just turns to the audience with the biggest grin on his face - same grin during ‘I am there for you’ when Cunningham says ‘It wouldnt be so incdiredible when you did it now’ and just before ‘I believe’ when theyre talking about converting But fucking naked and the others are like ‘That would take somehing incredible!’ -ANYWAY back to all American,,,Cody was constantly dancing, trying to shove the Book of Mormon in the Ugandans buckets or whatever they were holding - at points KJ signals to Cody like to stand next to him in the dance and like turns him around to guide him its cute -Salt Lake city was absolute perfection? Leanne hit every note perfectly

-When it builds up loads of stars light up in the background and its so beautiful

-At the end she grabs her typewriter to text all her friends <3 <3 -Back to the Mormon living quarters ...2 of them are playing games on the floor while another walks in playing paddle ball and they question why they haven’t got any baptisms come on guys

-McKinleys ‘O-M-GOSH’ -Cody is so chill explaining that they just saw someone get shot in the face :))) -Obv McKinely goes to kiss Price they wERE CLOSE -The scene of Price wanting to leave was actually so sad,, everyone was silent

-A good opportunity to shout out how amazing Arnold Cunningham actually is -Again, I am here for you reprise is SADD then Cody says ‘I don’t have any friends’ my heart BROKE -Leanne is so cute and hopeful in this scene, Naba believes in Arnold so much !! More Naba apprication! -Man Up is another fav of mine so i’m defiantly biased here...CODYS PERFORMANCE WAS EXTRAORDINARY OKAY

-Price walks on scrubbing his shirt trying to get rid of the blood and :))) - The next week I saw Bom (18th of November) When Cody is on that stand that moves forward he pulled a little kissy face and a peace sign IT WAS SO CUTEEEE -At the end note there is a single spotlight on Cody and it's beautiful

ACT 2! -Starts with more explanation of the actual book

-’I am Jesus’ gets me everyime

-Then goes to Cunningham and I don’t know why but it reminds me of the very start with Price walking forward, not sure if it's intentional?

-I really love making things up again, at the back his dad, hobbits, darth vader and a commander (?) from star trek appear like ‘nah stop’ -Cody pulled this really innocent face at the end i love him - Elder price was so happy to be in Orlando RIP his hopes and dreams

-KJ’s Price in SMHD is so dead inside...he is just ‘ :l ‘ throughout the whole song -The devils wear glitter okay and at stagedoor we talked to Ngozi how it never goes away it was iconic - -There is so much going on in this number

-After it all he's lying dead and Stephen goes to give him CPR and :))) - The week after I saw it again (18th) when Cody says that all the africans want more lessons and all the elders are freaking out, Stevie just does a sassy click ??! -When KJ is all ‘thats amazing!’ Cody is so sassy and completely ignores his high five

-Its kinda sad honestly Harley was like’ DOnt be mean to him!! ‘ -KJs face lights up when they are like ‘that would take something incredible!’ I just want this boy to be happy okay -I believe is so amazing!! Really highlights KJs voice just damn -THEN really quick atmosphere change when Cody walks in with all the africans making up BS -When he said ‘You should always...stand up for yourselves.’ CHrist said!’ all the Ugandans were like ‘WOO yeah! Amen!’ Like they do in a gospel church but they didn’t the following week

-The villagers really love Arnold and this needs to be talked about more in fics okay

--Baptise me cured every sin i had….they're just so cute??? And the last note omg they look back at each other and aHHH

-I am Africa boi...Each time i've seen it when Harry Wright walks over to baptise his partner he literally goes ‘ :D’ and it's so pure

-the book in the butt scene is iconic..the doctor (gotswana) is played by Nicholas McLean and he is a great cast member!!!

-When Naba and Arnold have their little part, when they go to walk away they both look over their shoulder and Nabas eyes go up and down the audience and SHE LOOKS SO SASSY AND GORGEOUS!! -When Kevin walks back down there's shit in the bag with the book -Cody is really great in the coffee shop scene and so is KJ...when he says ‘when I baptised *insert naba name* the others just fell into place’ it got a huge response and you could see how close KJ and Cody were close to losing it and the fact that they held it together got a bigger clap

-When Price says ‘don’t touch me’ or whenever Cody touches his face and runs off and you can see that these two have a really great relationship

-Price goes to sit down but he can’t because of his sore bum lol

-American Moses okay ...when the music starts some of the elders are swaying side to side and bopping up and down

-Pls watch their faces when it starts to get bad though its so funny

-You can tell KJ loves the whole thing

-Just...so iconic

-When Jesus comes in with the huge dicks hes like humping the mission president from behind and sticking his dick in his face oml

-The Hasa Diga reprise is outstanding it should've been on the cast album (just like all the reprises tbh) and some people laugh but it's actually such a sad song

-But!! Cunningham fixes everything like the angel he is

-Its a really sweet moment when it all clicks with Price

-As McKinley is leaving he has this pink floral suitcase and its iconic

-Tomorrow is a latter day actually makes me cry, especially prices ‘I believe’ solo halfway through

-After the bows and all the cast all dance and they're all so happy and amazing i love this cast so much

-You can stagedoor here!! Please do it!! Give this cast the appreciation they deserve! They all give really good hugs okay

#The Book of Mormon #the book of mormon london #the book of mormon west end #the book of mormon ldn #the book of mormon 2017 #tbom #book of mormon #kj hippensteel #cody jamison strand #cody cobbler #stevie webb #the book of mormon SD #stage door #the book of momon stagedoor

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SMUFFS Collection: ILHOON

moodboard:

cr: everyone who owns these photos

A/N: Eunice is you. She’s an original character I made up because I prefer having an actual name rather than a ____ or y/n. Teehee.

I L H O O N

“Hi handsome” you scooted over to Ilhoon who is taking a light nap on his apartment’s living room. He didn’t even notice you got it just because he’s way too stressed and exhausted. Their promotion for their latest album just ended and he has finally time to relax and have time for himself. And for you. His sweet little angel.

“You’re here!” he said excitedly but in a low voice. He turned to face you and hugged you, letting you sink in his chest. Oh yeah, you went to him today to tell him something.

“Oppa” you pulled away from his embrace. “Are you free for the next 3 days?” you asked. He got up as well and rubbed his eyes still gathering up his energy. “Hmm…I believe so, yes. Why?”

You pulled two plane tickets out of your purse and waved it to his face cutely. Ilhoon took a bit to finally understand what it says on the ticket. “Singapore?? You got us a trip to Singapore??” he smiled widely obviously being thankful and excited. You just nodded and sat on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck.

“The agency finally paid me for producing 3 songs and a choreo for their soon-to-debut girl group.” You said and kissed his lips. It has always impressed Ilhoon how talented and musically-gifted you are. That’s probably the main thing that got you guys together. Love for music. And well, obsession or rather love for expensive things.

22:53PM

You and Ilhoon finally arrived and checked in in one of Singapore’s most luxurious hotel. Thankfully, the pool on top of the hotel was still open so the both of you enjoyed a quick dip while admiring Singapore’s city lights over a glass of champagne. Ilhoon did a couple of lapse in the pool and swam towards you and pulls you over for a kiss. “I like what you’re wearing, my angel” he smirked as he looked at your bikini top shamelessly which earned him a hit on the arm. “Excited to shop tomorrow, oppa?” you said as his lips crawls into a tight smile. “Gucci released a new leather jackets I can’t wait to check them out” he said.

As if two excited kids going on a fieldtrip, the both of you got up really early to get some breakfast and dressed yourselves up so you can finally start with the shopping. Gucci, Versace, Louis Vuitton, Hermes, then visited another Gucci store just because Ilhoon insisted. Soon after, you both were carrying loads of shopping bags in both arms.

“Oppa, can we check Victoria Secret real quick?” you pleaded as he kissed you on your forehead. “Of course, let’s go!” Ilhoon said.

As any typical boyfriend, Ilhoon sat on one of the sofa as he let you take your time in checking out the lingerie rack. You’ve always fancied nice undergarments and obviously, Ilhoon loves it too so he’s not really complaining.

“Ilhoon oppa, let me know if this looks okay.” You said over the fitting room ordering Ilhoon to go inside the fitting room area. You peeked out a little just to let him know which door you’re in.

“Is this cute?” you asked twisting your body around sideways. “Perfect” he smirked.

Next thing you know he is already inside the fitting room with you.

“Oppa, they’re going to hear us” you said whispering. “I don’t care babe you look too damn good right now” he said and kissed you hungrily. He made you sit on the chair provided inside the fitting room.

He took off the pink lacy bra you were trying on and threw it on the ground. “I like this look better” he teasingly whispered in your ear as he played with your tits. “God damn I love your tits, babe” he said almost groaning.

“Fuck me” you whispered as you lick his neck. He tugged on your hair lightly.

“Beg for it, angel” he said. “Please, oppa, fuck me.” You obeyed. “Say my name. Beg for it louder. I can’t hear you” He’s being such a tease. “Damn it Ilhoon just fuck me already!” you said almost a little too loud you were dead sure somebody heard you.

“As you wish, my angel” as he kissed your neck and inserted his hot erect dick inside of you. His member was so warm and hard, the sensation almost drove you mad. “Fuck you feel so good” you said and sucked and kissed on his neck. His weakness.

He continued thrusting his hips on you as you try to ride along with his rhythm, meeting his every pump inside of you.

“Damn it, you’re so tight. I’m close” he let out a breathy moan. It sounded music to your ears. “Cum inside me” as you grabbed on to his shoulder and dug your nails lightly on it. The sensation made Ilhoon’s body quiver as he came inside you. He rubs your clit and successfully made you cum the same time as he is. He felt your warmth.

The both of you cooled down and fixed yourselves to make sure no one suspects a thing, which would be impossible considering the noises both of you made. After paying for the new pretty bras and undies, you and Ilhoon walked out and found a high-end restaurant to have lunch in.

“Eunice, baby?” he called you as you take a bite on the premium Chinese-styled roasted beef. “Yes, oppa?” you looked at him as your eyes met his. “Thank you for planning this vacation out. You know me so well” he said and smiled widely. “Everybody knows your love for Gucci and how shopping relieves your stress, oppa.” You chuckled. “No, but really. I love having you around. It makes me happy.” He said and his eyes widened and he quickly stood up.

“Before I forget!” he took something out his pocket and went behind you. He took a Tiffany & Co rose gold necklace and slid it around your neck putting it perfectly on you. “You’re really my angel. I love you so much” he said and kissed your cheek and going back to his seat.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you so much. I love you too, Ilhoon oppa” you said and winked at him.

#ilhoon scenario #ilhoon #jung ilhoon #btob scenarios

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taiebtaieb · 5 years

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http://quran.msnsyria.com English - Yusuf Ali Sorah Ibrahim ( Abraham ) Verses Number 52 سورة إبراهيم 52

http://quran.msnsyria.com

English - Yusuf Ali

Sorah Ibrahim ( Abraham )

Verses Number 52

سورة إبراهيم 52

الر كِتَابٌ أَنزَلْنَاهُ إِلَيْكَ لِتُخْرِجَ النَّاسَ مِنَ الظُّلُمَاتِ إِلَى النُّورِ بِإِذْنِ رَبِّهِمْ إِلَىٰ صِرَاطِ الْعَزِيزِ الْحَمِيدِ ( 1 )

A. L. R. A Book which We have revealed unto thee, in order that thou mightest lead mankind out of the depths of darkness into light - by the leave of their Lord - to the Way of (Him) the Exalted in power, worthy of all praise!-

اللَّهِ الَّذِي لَهُ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ وَوَيْلٌ لِّلْكَافِرِينَ مِنْ عَذَابٍ شَدِيدٍ ( 2 )

Of Allah, to Whom do belong all things in the heavens and on earth! But alas for the Unbelievers for a terrible penalty (their Unfaith will bring them)!-

الَّذِينَ يَسْتَحِبُّونَ الْحَيَاةَ الدُّنْيَا عَلَى الْآخِرَةِ وَيَصُدُّونَ عَن سَبِيلِ اللَّهِ وَيَبْغُونَهَا عِوَجًا أُولَٰئِكَ فِي ضَلَالٍ بَعِيدٍ ( 3 )

Those who love the life of this world more than the Hereafter, who hinder (men) from the Path of Allah and seek therein something crooked: they are astray by a long distance.

وَمَا أَرْسَلْنَا مِن رَّسُولٍ إِلَّا بِلِسَانِ قَوْمِهِ لِيُبَيِّنَ لَهُمْ فَيُضِلُّ اللَّهُ مَن يَشَاءُ وَيَهْدِي مَن يَشَاءُ وَهُوَ الْعَزِيزُ الْحَكِيمُ ( 4 )

We sent not a messenger except (to teach) in the language of his (own) people, in order to make (things) clear to them. Now Allah leaves straying those whom He pleases and guides whom He pleases: and He is Exalted in power, full of Wisdom.

وَلَقَدْ أَرْسَلْنَا مُوسَىٰ بِآيَاتِنَا أَنْ أَخْرِجْ قَوْمَكَ مِنَ الظُّلُمَاتِ إِلَى النُّورِ وَذَكِّرْهُم بِأَيَّامِ اللَّهِ إِنَّ فِي ذَٰلِكَ لَآيَاتٍ لِّكُلِّ صَبَّارٍ شَكُورٍ ( 5 )

We sent Moses with Our signs (and the command). "Bring out thy people from the depths of darkness into light, and teach them to remember the Days of Allah." Verily in this there are Signs for such as are firmly patient and constant,- grateful and appreciative.

وَإِذْ قَالَ مُوسَىٰ لِقَوْمِهِ اذْكُرُوا نِعْمَةَ اللَّهِ عَلَيْكُمْ إِذْ أَنجَاكُم مِّنْ آلِ فِرْعَوْنَ يَسُومُونَكُمْ سُوءَ الْعَذَابِ وَيُذَبِّحُونَ أَبْنَاءَكُمْ وَيَسْتَحْيُونَ نِسَاءَكُمْ وَفِي ذَٰلِكُم بَلَاءٌ مِّن رَّبِّكُمْ عَظِيمٌ ( 6 )

Remember! Moses said to his people: "Call to mind the favour of Allah to you when He delivered you from the people of Pharaoh: they set you hard tasks and punishments, slaughtered your sons, and let your women-folk live: therein was a tremendous trial from your Lord."

وَإِذْ تَأَذَّنَ رَبُّكُمْ لَئِن شَكَرْتُمْ لَأَزِيدَنَّكُمْ وَلَئِن كَفَرْتُمْ إِنَّ عَذَابِي لَشَدِيدٌ ( 7 )

And remember! your Lord caused to be declared (publicly): "If ye are grateful, I will add more (favours) unto you; But if ye show ingratitude, truly My punishment is terrible indeed."

وَقَالَ مُوسَىٰ إِن تَكْفُرُوا أَنتُمْ وَمَن فِي الْأَرْضِ جَمِيعًا فَإِنَّ اللَّهَ لَغَنِيٌّ حَمِيدٌ ( 8 )

And Moses said: "If ye show ingratitude, ye and all on earth together, yet is Allah free of all wants, worthy of all praise.

أَلَمْ يَأْتِكُمْ نَبَأُ الَّذِينَ مِن قَبْلِكُمْ قَوْمِ نُوحٍ وَعَادٍ وَثَمُودَ وَالَّذِينَ مِن بَعْدِهِمْ لَا يَعْلَمُهُمْ إِلَّا اللَّهُ جَاءَتْهُمْ رُسُلُهُم بِالْبَيِّنَاتِ فَرَدُّوا أَيْدِيَهُمْ فِي أَفْوَاهِهِمْ وَقَالُوا إِنَّا كَفَرْنَا بِمَا أُرْسِلْتُم بِهِ وَإِنَّا لَفِي شَكٍّ مِّمَّا تَدْعُونَنَا إِلَيْهِ مُرِيبٍ ( 9 )

Has not the story reached you, (O people!), of those who (went) before you? - of the people of Noah, and 'Ad, and Thamud? - And of those who (came) after them? None knows them but Allah. To them came messengers with Clear (Signs); but they put their hands up to their mouths, and said: "We do deny (the mission) on which ye have been sent, and we are really in suspicious (disquieting) doubt as to that to which ye invite us."

قَالَتْ رُسُلُهُمْ أَفِي اللَّهِ شَكٌّ فَاطِرِ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ يَدْعُوكُمْ لِيَغْفِرَ لَكُم مِّن ذُنُوبِكُمْ وَيُؤَخِّرَكُمْ إِلَىٰ أَجَلٍ مُّسَمًّى قَالُوا إِنْ أَنتُمْ إِلَّا بَشَرٌ مِّثْلُنَا تُرِيدُونَ أَن تَصُدُّونَا عَمَّا كَانَ يَعْبُدُ آبَاؤُنَا فَأْتُونَا بِسُلْطَانٍ مُّبِينٍ ( 10 )

Their messengers said: "Is there a doubt about Allah, The Creator of the heavens and the earth? It is He Who invites you, in order that He may forgive you your sins and give you respite for a term appointed!" They said: "Ah! ye are no more than human, like ourselves! Ye wish to turn us away from the (gods) our fathers used to worship: then bring us some clear authority."

قَالَتْ لَهُمْ رُسُلُهُمْ إِن نَّحْنُ إِلَّا بَشَرٌ مِّثْلُكُمْ وَلَٰكِنَّ اللَّهَ يَمُنُّ عَلَىٰ مَن يَشَاءُ مِنْ عِبَادِهِ وَمَا كَانَ لَنَا أَن نَّأْتِيَكُم بِسُلْطَانٍ إِلَّا بِإِذْنِ اللَّهِ وَعَلَى اللَّهِ فَلْيَتَوَكَّلِ الْمُؤْمِنُونَ ( 11 )

Their messengers said to them: "True, we are human like yourselves, but Allah doth grant His grace to such of his servants as He pleases. It is not for us to bring you an authority except as Allah permits. And on Allah let all men of faith put their trust.

وَمَا لَنَا أَلَّا نَتَوَكَّلَ عَلَى اللَّهِ وَقَدْ هَدَانَا سُبُلَنَا وَلَنَصْبِرَنَّ عَلَىٰ مَا آذَيْتُمُونَا وَعَلَى اللَّهِ فَلْيَتَوَكَّلِ الْمُتَوَكِّلُونَ ( 12 )

"No reason have we why we should not put our trust on Allah. Indeed He Has guided us to the Ways we (follow). We shall certainly bear with patience all the hurt you may cause us. For those who put their trust should put their trust on Allah."

وَقَالَ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا لِرُسُلِهِمْ لَنُخْرِجَنَّكُم مِّنْ أَرْضِنَا أَوْ لَتَعُودُنَّ فِي مِلَّتِنَا فَأَوْحَىٰ إِلَيْهِمْ رَبُّهُمْ لَنُهْلِكَنَّ الظَّالِمِينَ ( 13 )

And the Unbelievers said to their messengers: "Be sure we shall drive you out of our land, or ye shall return to our religion." But their Lord inspired (this Message) to them: "Verily We shall cause the wrong-doers to perish!

وَلَنُسْكِنَنَّكُمُ الْأَرْضَ مِن بَعْدِهِمْ ذَٰلِكَ لِمَنْ خَافَ مَقَامِي وَخَافَ وَعِيدِ ( 14 )

"And verily We shall causeyou to abide in the land, and succeed them. This for such as fear the Time when they shall stand before My tribunal,- such as fear the punishment denounced."

وَاسْتَفْتَحُوا وَخَابَ كُلُّ جَبَّارٍ عَنِيدٍ ( 15 )

But they sought victory and decision (there and then), and frustration was the lot of every powerful obstinate transgressor.

مِّن وَرَائِهِ جَهَنَّمُ وَيُسْقَىٰ مِن مَّاءٍ صَدِيدٍ ( 16 )

In front of such a one is Hell, and he is given, for drink, boiling fetid water.

يَتَجَرَّعُهُ وَلَا يَكَادُ يُسِيغُهُ وَيَأْتِيهِ الْمَوْتُ مِن كُلِّ مَكَانٍ وَمَا هُوَ بِمَيِّتٍ وَمِن وَرَائِهِ عَذَابٌ غَلِيظٌ ( 17 )

In gulps will he sip it, but never will he be near swallowing it down his throat: death will come to him from every quarter, yet will he not die: and in front of him will be a chastisement unrelenting.

مَّثَلُ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا بِرَبِّهِمْ أَعْمَالُهُمْ كَرَمَادٍ اشْتَدَّتْ بِهِ الرِّيحُ فِي يَوْمٍ عَاصِفٍ لَّا يَقْدِرُونَ مِمَّا كَسَبُوا عَلَىٰ شَيْءٍ ذَٰلِكَ هُوَ الضَّلَالُ الْبَعِيدُ ( 18 )

The parable of those who reject their Lord is that their works are as ashes, on which the wind blows furiously on a tempestuous day: No power have they over aught that they have earned: that is the straying far, far (from the goal).

أَلَمْ تَرَ أَنَّ اللَّهَ خَلَقَ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضَ بِالْحَقِّ إِن يَشَأْ يُذْهِبْكُمْ وَيَأْتِ بِخَلْقٍ جَدِيدٍ ( 19 )

Seest thou not that Allah created the heavens and the earth in Truth? If He so will, He can remove you and put (in your place) a new creation?

وَمَا ذَٰلِكَ عَلَى اللَّهِ بِعَزِيزٍ ( 20 )

Nor is that for Allah any great matter.

وَبَرَزُوا لِلَّهِ جَمِيعًا فَقَالَ الضُّعَفَاءُ لِلَّذِينَ اسْتَكْبَرُوا إِنَّا كُنَّا لَكُمْ تَبَ��ًا فَهَلْ أَنتُم مُّغْنُونَ عَنَّا مِنْ عَذَابِ اللَّهِ مِن شَيْءٍ قَالُوا لَوْ هَدَانَا اللَّهُ لَهَدَيْنَاكُمْ سَوَاءٌ عَلَيْنَا أَجَزِعْنَا أَمْ صَبَرْنَا مَا لَنَا مِن مَّحِيصٍ ( 21 )

They will all be marshalled before Allah together: then will the weak say to those who were arrogant, "For us, we but followed you; can ye then avail us to all against the wrath of Allah?" They will reply, "If we had received the Guidance of Allah, we should have given it to you: to us it makes no difference (now) whether we rage, or bear (these torments) with patience: for ourselves there is no way of escape."

وَقَالَ الشَّيْطَانُ لَمَّا قُضِيَ الْأَمْرُ إِنَّ اللَّهَ وَعَدَكُمْ وَعْدَ الْحَقِّ وَوَعَدتُّكُمْ فَأَخْلَفْتُكُمْ وَمَا كَانَ لِيَ عَلَيْكُم مِّن سُلْطَانٍ إِلَّا أَن دَعَوْتُكُمْ فَاسْتَجَبْتُمْ لِي فَلَا تَلُومُونِي وَلُومُوا أَنفُسَكُم مَّا أَنَا بِمُصْرِخِكُمْ وَمَا أَنتُم بِمُصْرِخِيَّ إِنِّي كَفَرْتُ بِمَا أَشْرَكْتُمُونِ مِن قَبْلُ إِنَّ الظَّالِمِينَ لَهُمْ عَذَابٌ أَلِيمٌ ( 22 )

And Satan will say when the matter is decided: "It was Allah Who gave you a promise of Truth: I too promised, but I failed in my promise to you. I had no authority over you except to call you but ye listened to me: then reproach not me, but reproach your own souls. I cannot listen to your cries, nor can ye listen to mine. I reject your former act in associating me with Allah. For wrong-doers there must be a grievous penalty."

وَأُدْخِلَ الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ جَنَّاتٍ تَجْرِي مِن تَحْتِهَا الْأَنْهَارُ خَالِدِينَ فِيهَا بِإِذْنِ رَبِّهِمْ تَحِيَّتُهُمْ فِيهَا سَلَامٌ ( 23 )

But those who believe and work righteousness will be admitted to gardens beneath which rivers flow,- to dwell therein for aye with the leave of their Lord. Their greeting therein will be: "Peace!"

أَلَمْ تَرَ كَيْفَ ضَرَبَ اللَّهُ مَثَلًا كَلِمَةً طَيِّبَةً كَشَجَرَةٍ طَيِّبَةٍ أَصْلُهَا ثَابِتٌ وَفَرْعُهَا فِي السَّمَاءِ ( 24 )

Seest thou not how Allah sets forth a parable? - A goodly word like a goodly tree, whose root is firmly fixed, and its branches (reach) to the heavens,- of its Lord. So Allah sets forth parables for men, in order that they may receive admonition.

تُؤْتِي أُكُلَهَا كُلَّ حِينٍ بِإِذْنِ رَبِّهَا وَيَضْرِبُ اللَّهُ الْأَمْثَالَ لِلنَّاسِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَتَذَكَّرُونَ ( 25 )

It brings forth its fruit at all times, by the leave of its Lord. So Allah sets forth parables for men, in order that they may receive admonition.

وَمَثَلُ كَلِمَةٍ خَبِيثَةٍ كَشَجَرَةٍ خَبِيثَةٍ اجْتُثَّتْ مِن فَوْقِ الْأَرْضِ مَا لَهَا مِن قَرَارٍ ( 26 )

And the parable of an evil Word is that of an evil tree: It is torn up by the root from the surface of the earth: it has no stability.

يُثَبِّتُ اللَّهُ الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا بِالْقَوْلِ الثَّابِتِ فِي الْحَيَاةِ الدُّنْيَا وَفِي الْآخِرَةِ وَيُضِلُّ اللَّهُ الظَّالِمِينَ وَيَفْعَلُ اللَّهُ مَا يَشَاءُ ( 27 )

Allah will establish in strength those who believe, with the word that stands firm, in this world and in the Hereafter; but Allah will leave, to stray, those who do wrong: Allah doeth what He willeth.

أَلَمْ تَرَ إِلَى الَّذِينَ بَدَّلُوا نِعْمَتَ اللَّهِ كُفْرًا وَأَحَلُّوا قَوْمَهُمْ دَارَ الْبَوَارِ ( 28 )

Hast thou not turned thy vision to those who have changed the favour of Allah. Into blasphemy and caused their people to descend to the House of Perdition?-

جَهَنَّمَ يَصْلَوْنَهَا وَبِئْسَ الْقَرَارُ ( 29 )

Into Hell? They will burn therein,- an evil place to stay in!

وَجَعَلُوا لِلَّهِ أَندَادًا لِّيُضِلُّوا عَن سَبِيلِهِ قُلْ تَمَتَّعُوا فَإِنَّ مَصِيرَكُمْ إِلَى النَّارِ ( 30 )

And they set up (idols) as equal to Allah, to mislead (men) from the Path! Say: "Enjoy (your brief power)! But verily ye are making straightway for Hell!"

قُل لِّعِبَادِيَ الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا يُقِيمُوا الصَّلَاةَ وَيُنفِقُوا مِمَّا رَزَقْنَاهُمْ سِرًّا وَعَلَانِيَةً مِّن قَبْلِ أَن يَأْتِيَ يَوْمٌ لَّا بَيْعٌ فِيهِ وَلَا خِلَالٌ ( 31 )

Speak to my servants who have believed, that they may establish regular prayers, and spend (in charity) out of the sustenance we have given them, secretly and openly, before the coming of a Day in which there will be neither mutual bargaining nor befriending.

اللَّهُ الَّذِي خَلَقَ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضَ وَأَنزَلَ مِنَ السَّمَاءِ مَاءً فَأَخْرَجَ بِهِ مِنَ الثَّمَرَاتِ رِزْقًا لَّكُمْ وَسَخَّرَ لَكُمُ الْفُلْكَ لِتَجْرِيَ فِي الْبَحْرِ بِأَمْرِهِ وَسَخَّرَ لَكُمُ الْأَنْهَارَ ( 32 )

It is Allah Who hath created the heavens and the earth and sendeth down rain from the skies, and with it bringeth out fruits wherewith to feed you; it is He Who hath made the ships subject to you, that they may sail through the sea by His command; and the rivers (also) hath He made subject to you.

وَسَخَّرَ لَكُمُ الشَّمْسَ وَالْقَمَرَ دَائِبَيْنِ وَسَخَّرَ لَكُمُ اللَّيْلَ وَالنَّهَارَ ( 33 )

And He hath made subject to you the sun and the moon, both diligently pursuing their courses; and the night and the day hath he (also) made subject to you.

وَآتَاكُم مِّن كُلِّ مَا سَأَلْتُمُوهُ وَإِن تَعُدُّوا نِعْمَتَ اللَّهِ لَا تُحْصُوهَا إِنَّ الْإِنسَانَ لَظَلُومٌ كَفَّارٌ ( 34 )

And He giveth you of all that ye ask for. But if ye count the favours of Allah, never will ye be able to number them. Verily, man is given up to injustice and ingratitude.

وَإِذْ قَالَ إِبْرَاهِيمُ رَبِّ اجْعَلْ هَٰذَا الْبَلَدَ آمِنًا وَاجْنُبْنِي وَبَنِيَّ أَن نَّعْبُدَ الْأَصْنَامَ ( 35 )

Remember Abraham said: "O my Lord! make this city one of peace and security: and preserve me and my sons from worshipping idols.

رَبِّ إِنَّهُنَّ أَضْلَلْنَ كَثِيرًا مِّنَ النَّاسِ فَمَن تَبِعَنِي فَإِنَّهُ مِنِّي وَمَنْ عَصَانِي فَإِنَّكَ غَفُورٌ رَّحِيمٌ ( 36 )

"O my Lord! they have indeed led astray many among mankind; He then who follows my (ways) is of me, and he that disobeys me,- but Thou art indeed Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.

رَّبَّنَا إِنِّي أَسْكَنتُ مِن ذُرِّيَّتِي بِوَادٍ غَيْرِ ذِي زَرْعٍ عِندَ بَيْتِكَ الْمُحَرَّمِ رَبَّنَا لِيُقِيمُوا الصَّلَاةَ فَاجْعَلْ أَفْئِدَةً مِّنَ النَّاسِ تَهْوِي إِلَيْهِمْ وَارْزُقْهُم مِّنَ الثَّمَرَاتِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَشْكُرُونَ ( 37 )

"O our Lord! I have made some of my offspring to dwell in a valley without cultivation, by Thy Sacred House; in order, O our Lord, that they may establish regular Prayer: so fill the hearts of some among men with love towards them, and feed them with fruits: so that they may give thanks.

رَبَّنَا إِنَّكَ تَعْلَمُ مَا نُخْفِي وَمَا نُعْلِنُ وَمَا يَخْفَىٰ عَلَى اللَّهِ مِن شَيْءٍ فِي الْأَرْضِ وَلَا فِي السَّمَاءِ ( 38 )

"O our Lord! truly Thou dost know what we conceal and what we reveal: for nothing whatever is hidden from Allah, whether on earth or in heaven.

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ الَّذِي وَهَبَ لِي عَلَى الْكِبَرِ إِسْمَاعِيلَ وَإِسْحَاقَ إِنَّ رَبِّي لَسَمِيعُ الدُّعَاءِ ( 39 )

"Praise be to Allah, Who hath granted unto me in old age Isma'il and Isaac: for truly my Lord is He, the Hearer of Prayer!

رَبِّ اجْعَلْنِي مُقِيمَ الصَّلَاةِ وَمِن ذُرِّيَّتِي رَبَّنَا وَتَقَبَّلْ دُعَاءِ ( 40 )

O my Lord! make me one who establishes regular Prayer, and also (raise such) among my offspring O our Lord! and accept Thou my Prayer.

رَبَّنَا اغْفِرْ لِي وَلِوَالِدَيَّ وَلِلْمُؤْمِنِينَ يَوْمَ يَقُومُ الْحِسَابُ ( 41 )

"O our Lord! cover (us) with Thy Forgiveness - me, my parents, and (all) Believers, on the Day that the Reckoning will be established!

وَلَا تَحْسَبَنَّ اللَّهَ غَافِلًا عَمَّا يَعْمَلُ الظَّالِمُونَ إِنَّمَا يُؤَخِّرُهُمْ لِيَوْمٍ تَشْخَصُ فِيهِ الْأَبْصَارُ ( 42 )

Think not that Allah doth not heed the deeds of those who do wrong. He but giveth them respite against a Day when the eyes will fixedly stare in horror,-

مُهْطِعِينَ مُقْنِعِي رُءُوسِهِمْ لَا يَرْتَدُّ إِلَيْهِمْ طَرْفُهُمْ وَأَفْئِدَتُهُمْ هَوَاءٌ ( 43 )

They running forward with necks outstretched, their heads uplifted, their gaze returning not towards them, and their hearts a (gaping) void!

وَأَنذِرِ النَّاسَ يَوْمَ يَأْتِيهِمُ الْعَذَابُ فَيَقُولُ الَّذِينَ ظَلَمُوا رَبَّنَا أَخِّرْنَا إِلَىٰ أَجَلٍ قَرِيبٍ نُّجِبْ دَعْوَتَكَ وَنَتَّبِعِ الرُّسُلَ أَوَلَمْ تَكُونُوا أَقْسَمْتُم مِّن قَبْلُ مَا لَكُم مِّن زَوَالٍ ( 44 )

So warn mankind of the Day when the Wrath will reach them: then will the wrong-doers say: "Our Lord! respite us (if only) for a short term: we will answer Thy call, and follow the messengers!" "What! were ye not wont to swear aforetime that ye should suffer no decline?

وَسَكَنتُمْ فِي مَسَاكِنِ الَّذِينَ ظَلَمُوا أَنفُسَهُمْ وَتَبَيَّنَ لَكُمْ كَيْفَ فَعَلْنَا بِهِمْ وَضَرَبْنَا لَكُمُ الْأَمْثَالَ ( 45 )

"And ye dwelt in the dwellings of men who wronged their own souls; ye were clearly shown how We dealt with them; and We put forth (many) parables in your behoof!"

وَقَدْ مَكَرُوا مَكْرَهُمْ وَعِندَ اللَّهِ مَكْرُهُمْ وَإِن كَانَ مَكْرُهُمْ لِتَزُولَ مِنْهُ الْجِبَالُ ( 46 )

Mighty indeed were the plots which they made, but their plots were (well) within the sight of Allah, even though they were such as to shake the hills!

فَلَا تَحْسَبَنَّ اللَّهَ مُخْلِفَ وَعْدِهِ رُسُلَهُ إِنَّ اللَّهَ عَزِيزٌ ذُو انتِقَامٍ ( 47 )

Never think that Allah would fail his messengers in His promise: for Allah is Exalted in power, - the Lord of Retribution.

يَوْمَ تُبَدَّلُ الْأَرْضُ غَيْرَ الْأَرْضِ وَالسَّمَاوَاتُ وَبَرَزُوا لِلَّهِ الْوَاحِدِ الْقَهَّارِ ( 48 )

One day the earth will be changed to a different earth, and so will be the heavens, and (men) will be marshalled forth, before Allah, the One, the Irresistible;

وَتَرَى الْمُجْرِمِينَ يَوْمَئِذٍ مُّقَرَّنِينَ فِي الْأَصْفَادِ ( 49 )

And thou wilt see the sinners that day bound together in fetters;-

سَرَابِيلُهُم مِّن قَطِرَانٍ وَتَغْشَىٰ وُجُوهَهُمُ النَّارُ ( 50 )

Their garments of liquid pitch, and their faces covered with Fire;

لِيَجْزِيَ اللَّهُ كُلَّ نَفْسٍ مَّا كَسَبَتْ إِنَّ اللَّهَ سَرِيعُ الْحِسَابِ ( 51 )

That Allah may requite each soul according to its deserts; and verily Allah is swift in calling to account.

هَٰذَا بَلَاغٌ لِّلنَّاسِ وَلِيُنذَرُوا بِهِ وَلِيَعْلَمُوا أَنَّمَا هُوَ إِلَٰهٌ وَاحِدٌ وَلِيَذَّكَّرَ أُولُو الْأَلْبَابِ ( 52 )

Here is a Message for mankind: Let them take warning therefrom, and let them know that He is (no other than) One Allah: let men of understanding take heed.

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technically part 2 of 3

Once again a gay Hollywood movie producer was throwing a private Halloween party at his L.A. mansion for hot male celebrities where everyone invited was asked to wear sexy costumes. This year James Diamond arrived dressed as a lumberjack; he was wearing a plaid button-up shirt that was only half buttoned-up to show off some of his chest hair, a blue wool cap, jeans and work boots. He walked in eager to see who else was here and what they were wearing.

“There you are.” A man said as he walked over to James.

James looked and saw his friend Dustin Stone dressed as a cowboy. “Giddy up cowboy!” He chuckled, smiling at his friend.

Dustin grinned back at him and as the men met up they clapped each other on the back and shared an open-mouth kiss. “What are you supposed to be, the Brawny mascot?” Dustin asked.

James laughed. “No dude, I’m a sexy lumberjack.” He replied.

“Ohh yeah? Well the facial hair’s a nice touch.” Dustin said, reaching a hand up to feel the other man’s beard.

“Right back at ya’, cowboy.” James said in response before they kissed again. His beard brushing against Dustin’s scruffy facial hair as they made-out.

“God, you two are already going at it? The party just started!” Another man exclaimed jokingly as he walked over to the two.

They stopped kissing and turned to see Kendall Knight standing in front of them wearing nothing but orange underwear again.

“Are you wearing the same thing as last year?” James asked as they looked him over.

Kendall’s crotch was once again bulging as it was stuffed with candy. “I enjoy being the trick ‘r treat basket.” Kendall answered with a wry smirk.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you do…” Dustin chuckled.

“You’re just wearing your outfit from that cowboy movie you did.” Kendall said to Dustin.

“Hey, cowboys are sexy.” Dustin replied with a shrug.

“And you’re dressed as a… sexy Canadian?” He added looking at James curiously.

“I’m a sexy lumberjack.” James clarified.

“Yeah exactly; a sexy Canadian.” Kendall stepped up to the Celebrity Big Brother star and undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pulling it open to expose his pecs and abs. “I like it.” He said, winking at the stud. “You boys want a treat?” He asked, wagging his bulge in front of them.

“Not yet. Maybe later.” James replied.

“Yeah, the party just started.” Dustin added.

“Suit yourselves. I’ll see you horny bastards later…” Kendall said before he turned and walked away. The back of his orange briefs had the face of a jack-o’-lantern cut-out and his asshole was visible through the mouth.

The two grinned at each other as they stifled laughter.

“What a slut…” James giggled.

“I’m definitely gonna’ fuck that trick tonight.” Dustin admitted.

“You know at the last Halloween party you and I didn’t get to spend too much quality time together…” James said, slipping his hand down the back of his friend’s pants and cupping an asscheek tightly.

“We’ll have to fix that, buddy.” Dustin replied with a wink before they kissed again.

Elsewhere at the party young actor Diego Boneta was mingling with other guests. He was dressed like a male version of a Playboy bunny; he had a pair of white rabbit ears on his head and was wearing nothing but a skimpy thong with a bushy rabbit tail on the back of the waistband, right above his exposed asscheeks. His perky bubble-butt caught the eye of another guy at the party, Logan Mitchell.

Logan was dressed as a gladiator with sandals, arm guards and leather kilt. He walked up behind Diego. “Let’s head upstairs…” He whispered with his husky voice.

Diego turned his head to look back at the man who was currently caressing his bare ass. “Thanks for the offer but I’m spoken for, my Daddy wouldn’t like it if I hooked-up with another man.” He replied with a bashful smile, poking fun at his boyfriend.

Logan scoffed. “What?” He looked at the young man in fake confusion.

“I’m just here to enjoy the sights.” Boneta replied. “My fiance doesn’t even know I’m here.” He added with a chuckle.

Logan rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t be dressed like that if you were only here to enjoy the sights…” One of his hands moved from Diego’s butt and grabbed one of his wrists, moving the actor’s hand under his gladiator kilt to feel that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “You know you want to enjoy this in your sweet little cottontail…” The mature stud breathed into Diego’s ear, his rough stubble tickling him before gently biting his earlobe.

Diego felt a rush of blood to his cock which stretched his tiny thong but he quickly broke free of Logan’s grip and moved away from him. “Sorry dude, I’m taken.” He said pointing out the engagement ring on his finger. The same engagement ring Logan had bought him two weeks earlier. He then turned away and walked into a different room.

Logan felt his own cock get stiff under the strips of leather that made up his gladiator kilt. He grinned as he watched Diego’s ass bounce away. “Love it when they play hard to get.” He muttered to himself before following after the young man.

In this other room a stage was set up and the lights were dimmed. A crowd of men had already gathered to watch the performance that was about to begin. Logan slowly and quietly got behind Diego in the crowd.

Suddenly the lights went out entirely and a throbbing dance music started to play. Spotlights illuminated the stage revealing Jett Stetson, nude in all his musclebound glory.

Stetson was covered in body paint to make him look like a marble statue, just like in one of his New Town High stripping scenes. Except this time he wasn’t wearing any modesty pouch, his infamous manhood was on full display.

The dim lights in the room came back on but the spotlights on the stage occasionally changed colours, making Jett look like he was made out of marble, gold or bronze depending on the lighting.

The horse-hung stud flexed his body like the piece of sculpted art it was and started to dance and gyrate to the music. The audience cheered as he thrust and swung his cock. As the music picked up Jett really put on a show; sticking out his tongue obscenely as he drove his hips, putting that Herculean body to good use.

Most of the onlookers hooted and hollered, shouting lewd remarks.

Diego was getting hot and bothered watching this erotic performance when suddenly he felt a hand come from behind and cover his mouth, stifling him.

Logan put his lips to the young man’s ear once more. “Enjoy this, you slut.” He rasped before gripping Haynes’ thong and snapping it off.

The sexy young actor from tv shows like Scream Queens and Cow Belles: The Series suddenly felt the other man’s rigid shaft forced into his vulnerable asshole. He cried out in ecstasy, but the sound was muffled by Logan’s hand and no one could hear it over the music.

Logan had let his erection poke through the leather kilt and he held Diego tight with both hands as he shoved his prick deep into him. “Ohhhhh yeah. That’s a sweet cottontail pussy…” He said before licking his lips as he continued to whisper to the young man.

Diego could hear him speaking directly into his ear but he was frozen in lust, standing there feeling turned on as he was fucked in public. As Jett continued dancing on stage he looked into the crowd and noticed someone was getting fucked. He pointed to the two who were locked in coitus and shouted; “Fuck yeah!”

Some of the other guys in the crowd turned to see Logan plowing Diego and cheered him on.

“You know you love the attention…” Logan chuckled before he moved a hand to grab Diego’s stiff penis. With two fingers in his mouth he used the other hand to jack the young stud off.

Diego stood there, moaning as he gyrated his hips. His asshole stung as it was stretched and pummeled by Logan’s cock.

Jett kept dancing, his own horse-hung cock fully erect.

Logan eventually felt his tighten-up and he bit down on Diego’s shoulder as he started to cum.

Diego closed his eyes when he felt the other man’s hot semen flood his ass.

Logan kept his grip on the younger man’s dick and jerked him off.

Diego whimpered into Logan’s hand as he shot his load onto the floor.

All the men in the crowd were now horny and raring to go. Most of them had pulled their hard cocks out of their costumes.

Once he was finished cumming Logan shoved Diego onto the ground. “He’s all yours, boys!” He shouted to the other guys.

The young man was on his hands and knees and looked up to see men gather around him with their erections throbbing expectantly. “Ohh shit…” Diego cursed to himself and his fiancé.

Jett kept dancing as various men in the audience took turns helping themselves to Diego’s warm ass and wet mouth.

Logan left the room and headed for the bar, his now flaccid cock hidden once again under his gladiator kilt. When he got to the bar he sat his bare ass on one of the stools and ordered a drink. He looked next to him and saw James Diamond and Dustin Stone talking with each other. “How’s it goin’, fags?” He asked.

“Hey! Goin’ good.” James said with a grin as he turned to Logan.

“Get laid yet?” Logan asked with a smirk as he looked at Dustin.

Both men chuckled. “Not yet.” James replied.

“The night’s still young, though…” Dustin added.

“Well I just had some sweet boypussy and now I’m lookin’ to get liquored-up.” Logan replied.

“I’ll drink to that!” James laughed.

“Hell yeah!” Dustin agreed boisterously.

The three men raised their drinks together before taking a swig.

Meanwhile Kendall Knight was still flirting with guys and offering them to help themselves to his trick ‘r treat basket when suddenly he felt someone stick their face right between his asscheeks. He gasped when he felt their rough facial hair on his smooth buttocks and their wet tongue lapped at his exposed asshole. The man then stood up behind him and he felt his hot breath on the back of his neck.

“Good to taste your slutty cunt again.” Kendall heard a familiar voice whisper, he turned around to see Jake Miller standing there in dark, ripped clothes with a smug look on his face. “Your cheeks feel like sandpaper…” Kendall said as he reached up and ran his fingers along Jake’s scruffy cheeks. “Lick me again.” He added excitedly.

Jake smiled, he was wearing realistic-looking fangs on his canine teeth. “Sure, but let’s go upstairs first. I don’t want any interruptions.” He replied. “Whatever you want.” Kendall obliged him, following him up to the bedrooms.

The two men could hear all kinds of moaning, grunting and other sounds of pleasure and pain coming from behind the closed doors of the various bedrooms in the mansion, but they couldn’t find an unoccupied room.

“Ohh just do me right here in the hallway!” Kendall exclaimed, eager to get fucked by his former love interest. He got on all fours on the carpet with his ass raised in the air.

Jake removed his clothes entirely as he knelt behind the other man. “What about this?” He asked grabbing the twunk’s jack-o’-lantern briefs.

“I’d like to keep it on, please.” Kendall replied, wiggling his butt. He enjoyed how all the gummy candy he stuffed in his crotch felt against his cock and balls. “Suit yourself.” Jake said before he leaned over and once again stuck his face through the jack-o’-lantern mouth over the other man’s ass.

Kendall’s eyes rolled back and he breathed deep as he was overcome with the sensation of Jake’s rough stubble on his supple buttocks and his talented tongue plunging into his sensitive asshole. “Ohhhhh yeah…” He moaned dreamily.

The rugged hunk hungrily slurped on Kendall’s hole, swirling his tongue inside him.

“Ohhhh God, fuck me! Shove your cock right up my ass!” Kendall begged.

Jake chuckled to himself arrogantly before he mounted the other man; shoving his cock deep in Kendall’s ass and biting the back of his neck like an animal. “Fuck yeah! That’s it, don’t hold back…” Kendall moaned desperately.

Jake gripped Kendall hard and let loose. He slammed his hips into him again and again, his balls slapping off the School of Rock star’s ass while his cock pummeled his prostate.

Kendall felt his own shaft get stiff and stretch his underwear, it felt weird with all that squishy candy around his dick but he enjoyed it. “Ohhhh yeah… that’s the sweet spot… fuck me!” He panted, pushing his ass back to meet Jake’s thrusts.

Liev growled menacingly as he kept pounding Kendall’s ass.

“Uhh… ok…” Knight breathed out slowly, he could feel himself getting close to orgasm.

Jake also felt himself get close to climaxing and as he brought himself over the edge he raised his body up and let out a long, loud howl like a wolf that echoed through the hall.

As Kendall listened to the other man howl and spray his seed inside him he came as well. He shot his load into his bulge, giving those candies a coating of cum. “Wow…” He sighed.

Jake licked Kendall’s sweaty back and chuckled. “Full moon out tonight…”

Back downstairs at the party Carlos Garcia was enjoying himself. His tight young body was receiving lots of attention as he was wearing nothing but a tiny blue speedo. Carlos had a drink in hand but nearly choked while he was taking a swig as he noticed Alec Penix walk up to him.

Alec wasn’t wearing much either; a brown, furry piece of fabric was wrapped around his waist like a loincloth, most of his hairy, ripped body was exposed. “Well… I knew it had to happen eventually…” He said, grinning as he stepped up to the young man.

“W-what’s happening...?” Garcia asked blushing, flustered by the sight of the mature stud right in front of him.

Penix laughed. “I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I met the hottest new twink in Hollywood.” He replied. “And so far, so good…” He added looking the boy up and down.

Carlos blushed even more and chuckled nervously. “T-thanks. So uhh… what are you supposed to be?” He asked looking over Alec and trying not to stare at his pecs.

“I’m a caveman. How about you?” Alec answered with a smirk.

“I’m Tom Daley, the diver. He’s a… a British diver and he wears… you know… little speedos.” Garcia said, struggling to concentrate.

“Yeah, very sexy…” Alec replied before he suddenly grabbed the younger actor and placed him over his shoulder.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” Carlos exclaimed in shock.

“I’m a caveman, I’m taking you back to my cave to have my way with you.” Penix laughed.

Some of the other men in the room laughed and cheered as they watched the stud carry the boy away.

Alec carried the Grease Live star into a bedroom that recently became available, the smell of fresh sweat and cum still hung in the air. The older hunk threw Garcia onto the bed.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have sex with-- Ohhh my God!” Carlos watched the legendary trainer slide off his fur loincloth and reveal his massive uncut cock. He stared at the amazing specimen of masculinity in front of him with his mouth and eyes wide open.

A wide grin spread across Alec’s face. “That look on a boy never gets old…” He chuckled before grabbing Carlos’s speedo and sliding it down off his legs. “Uhh be careful with that, I borrowed it from my boyfriend Logan.” Carlos admitted.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get it back in one piece.” Alec replied as he tossed the skimpy swimwear on the floor. “He might not get you back in one piece though…” He chuckled deviously before leaning his nude body over the boy. “Twinks like you should beware things that go hump in the night… Like me...”

“I’m not afraid...” Carlos said sheepishly as he stared up at the older man.

Alec simply grinned before bringing their mouths together. He parted the young twink’s lips with his tongue and they began to make-out in earnest. The two men were both famous for playing superhero roles (just pretend this isn’t here shsjdfsj) but their bodies were quite different from each other; Carlos was lean with a smooth, sinewy physique, whereas Alec’s brawny figure was mostly coated with rough body hair over his strong muscles.

As they continued to kiss Alec humped Carlos, the friction of their bare cocks against each other got both of them even more horny.

Carlos reached around and grabbed Alec’s ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading those buff, hairy buttocks.

The two men spent several minutes laying on the bed together exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths; sucking and biting nipples, slurping cock and balls, licking armpits and ass, and groping muscles.

Eventually Penix couldn’t hold back any longer and he grabbed Garcia by the waist and lifted him into the air as he got up on his feet.

“Wow... these beds are sturdy.” Carlos chuckled nervously as he stared at the mature stud in bewilderment. He put his arms around the other man’s shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist as he held him above his rigid cock.

Alec didn’t reply, he simply stared back with a determined scowl on his face before he pushed the boy’s ass down onto his throbbing manhood and thrust his hips in.

The young twink’s head rolled back as he moaned out loud. His asshole was stretched open by the thickest cock he had ever taken. “Ohhhhhhh shit!” He cursed as his ass was filled with uncut Australian meat.

Alec grit his teeth and grinned as he held the boy tight and enjoyed the look on his face. He began pumping his hips forcefully, bouncing Garcia up and down.

“Fuuuuuuck! Meeeee! Daaaaaddyyyyy!” Carlos panted through his throes of ecstasy.

This sure as hell wasn’t Alec’s first time fucking a much younger guy and he knew how ram the boy’s prostate again and again with his cock. He puffed out his chest and grunted like a wild beast with every thrust.

The Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide star bit his lip and whimpered like a puppy as he was ravaged by the ultimate primal Daddy fantasy come to life.

The two maintained eye-contact as they fucked.

Carlos could feel Alec’s big hairy balls hit his ass every now and then while his own genitals swung up and down between his spread thighs.

Alec groaned and his breathing deepened as he felt himself getting closer to climax.

Carlos felt the older man’s hot breath flow from his flared nostrils and he felt himself getting close too. “Ohhh God, Daddy… I’m gonna’ cum soon!” He moaned. “I need you to cum in me! Cum in my ass, Daddy!” The horny boy begged.

Alec didn’t say anything he only let out a deep, long growl as he thrust in hard and seeded the young twink’s eager ass.

Carlos’s mouth formed a large O as he moaned with pleasure, his own cock spraying his load all over the other man’s abs.

Both of them then brought their mouths together again, sharing another deep kiss as they fell onto the bed.

After a few minutes of making-out and soaking in semen Carlos moved his body lowered and nestled his face in between Alec’s hairy, beefcake pecs while they cuddled. “Thank you, sir…” He murmured into the man’s firm, muscular flesh.

Alec chuckled in satisfaction. “No problem. You’ve got one hell of a sweet ass…” He replied, gently caressing the young man’s tight butt.

Carlos blushed as he rubbed his cheek against Penix’s chest hair. “Thanks. I’m glad we finally met.” He said.

“I told you; I knew it had to happen eventually.” Alec laughed.

This year’s sexy Halloween celebration was still going on strong, with plenty of kissing and sucking and sweet man-on-man fucking all night long.

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