#Chiropractor Kitchener

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Bro having chronic back issues sucks so bad. I had a shitload of things to do this weekend but nah I'm stuck on the couch with a heating pad bc I can't fucken walk.

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no reason other than bunny slippers Yuuta 🐇

(make no mistake working at the kitchen counter like this makes Yuuta's back hurt so what you're looking at is Toge applying his expert level chiropractor skills)

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Two blossoms on a single branch

Ona Battle x reader

Triggers; Post partum anxiety. Angst.

Ona was always very clear on that she wanted to be a mom. She wanted kids, multiple of them. A family, a golden retriever, an suv: the whole shebang. The process from you getting pregnant through ivf wasn’t very long, you got lucky and it sticked on the first try. Or, she sticked. Your sweet daughter, Sofia was born on her duedate a bright sunny day in July. She was the most perfect newborn: she slept through the night fast and would only cry if she was hungry. She was all over just a very happy baby.

That lasted until she was 3 months, and let’s just say; hell broke loose. Your normally happy daughter had started crying at every chance she got. She would only be quiet if she was being rocked in her stroller or if she was being bounced back and forth. Sometimes, bouncing wasn’t even enough. You had spent hours upon hours each night trying to calm her so that Ona would get her sleep as her restitution was a part of her job. Being one of the best footballers in the world had its benefits.

You were pacing in the downstairs living room while walking back and forth between the couch and the kitchen in hopes that it would calm Sofia down. The now 1,5 year old was crying even after food, diaper, cuddlesand bathing. Nothing seemed to help. Her high pitched screaming was awful, and you knew that Ona had been developed postpartum anxiety that she was still working on. It was normal for partners, especially female partners to develope it as they naturally would fear that the baby wouldn’t connect. Ona hadn’t felt connected to the baby since the era of crying had begun. Every time Ona stepped into the room while she was crying, it would only get worse and you wouldn’t be able to calm her down. You were trying your best to support her, but sometimes you wished that you could have some support as you were running on 3 hours sleep every night for the last 9 months.

“Shh, baby, come here, you are okay. Mamma is here, princesa” You shushed as the high pitched screaming started just five minutes after you had put her down sleeping in her stroller. The stroller was where she usually slept best leaving you to have an inside stroller and an outside stroller. The little blonde was red from crying, her icy blue eyes full of tears as she grabbed your arm. You stood up and started rocking her again. Her crying was only escalating, and you were just hoping that Ona wouldn’t wake up. “Baby, mamma dosent know what’s wrong” You said as you tried to adjust her position to a more upright one. You had done everything we could; taken her to a bunch of doctors, chiropractors and therapists. Nothing was wrong with her, she was just fussy. You brushed her hair back from her face as it was drenched in tears. “Ai, mamma wishes she could understand you better, preciosa” you said as you walked towards the kitchen hoping that she was wanting her bottle. It was more of a comfort than a source of food as she was getting older, but she was still taking it. You pressed the baby brezza. The machine buzzed as the milk was mixed and warmed at the perfect temperature. You grabbed the bottle and tested it on your arm before taking it with you to the living room. You sat up in the big larger chair and supported your daughter on a pillow as you offered her the bottle. She thankfully accepted it as she kept drinking making the cutest whines you could ever imagine a baby making. Everytime she stopped crying, you were reminded of how sweet she was and how much you loved her.

The clock was now 6.30 and Ona entered the living room. You quickly gestured for her to not talk as Sofia had finally settled down. When Sofia would finally sleep, you wouldn’t dare to move. “Hi” you whispered as she shoot you an apologetic smile while slipping into the bathroom. You frowned. You missed your wife. You missed how she kissed you on your forehead, how she could hug you, how she would hold you and how she would cuddle you when you went to bed. Life hasn’t really allowed for any of that lately. Sofia wasn’t at a place where you could bring her to the trainings as she only cried. You loved being a football player, but you loved being Sofia’s mamma more so going back to work was paused.

After some time, Ona reappeared from the bathroom as she was fully dressed to go to work. “No breakfast, grabbing something at the arena” she said as she kissed your forehead and walked fast towards the door. “Baby?” You asked as she stopped with her back towards you holding tightly on to the door handle. “Mmm?” She responded, not turning around. Almost like a deer in the headlights. Sofia then woke up and turns her head towards her mami while blinking slowly. “Que, mi-» Ona started before she looked at Sofia in horror. “Ai, no-“ she said again as she was cut off by the familiar sound of Sofia fussing while she was looking at her mami. Her little lips forming into a pout as her feet was kicking and her hands were reaching towards Ona. Ona quickly walked out the door before saying “sorry” as she left. When the door closed, Sofia was once again screaming. “Ai, mi princesa, what’s wrong” you cooed as you tried to cradle her in your arms. It didn’t work as she only became more wiggly, and you were forced to put her down to give yourself a minute to breathe. She had been walking for a few months, so as soon as you, put her down she shot up while launching unsteadily towards the door only to fall on her butt when she tried to reach the doorknob. “Mama” she said as she started crying. You sighted and walked towards her to pick her up. “NO, Mama! Mama!” She screamed as she tried to throw herself backwards. “Baby, I’m here, mamma is here” You said as you catched her and leaned her body into you and she grabbed your sweater with all the might that her tiny fists could hold. “Mama” she cried as you stood confused while bouncing her back and forth in the living room. You stopped in front of the window to see Ona pull out of the parking lot in her Mercedes. You could hear Sofia fumbling with something behind your back as if she was playing with the shelf. “Baby, be caref-“ you said as you shifted her position to sit on your hip. Except she had something in her hands. A frame of you and Ona before Sofia was born. Ona holding your waist as you laughed together. Your absolute favourite picture of you together.

The little girl pointed to the picture as she sniffled. “Mama” she said as she pointed and hugged the frame into her body. You sat down with her in the couch and grabbed the picture as you held it up infront of her. “that’s Mamma” You said as you pointed towards you. “And that’s Mami” you said as you pointed towards Ona. Sofia sniffled as she wiped her nose with her hand before pointing towards Ona. “Mama” she said as you took a look at her and realised that she was trying to talk. “Mamma” you said as you pointed to yourself. “Mami” you said as you pointed towards Ona. “That’s mamma and Mami” You repeated as she sniffed. “Mami” she mumbled as you started at her in shock. “Yes Sofia! Mami, that’s right! Estas mami!” You said as you cheered, Sofia almost immediately clapping for herself. It was the first time that Sofia had been able to separate mamma from mami and you couldn’t be more proud as I wished that Ona would be here for it.

Later that day you tried to feed Sofia lunch after her midday nap. She wasn’t having it throwing the soft boiled paprika to the ground before the potatoes and the carrots followed. She cried, and cried, and cried and cried and cried. You let out a sight as you picked her up. “Preciousa, mamma knows that you are hungry” you said as you looked at her while she was crying. You closed your eyes and let out a sighed before taking a couple of deep breaths like the therapist had advised Ona to. “Okay preciousa, how about mamma make you some porridge, si?” You said as you reached over to the little girl and picked her up. She was still crying, but not as bad as before. It had probably something to do with the smell of the familiar porridge spreading around the house. It was one of the few things she liked, and it was the same porridge Ona had grown up with. The smell of milk, oats and cinnamon was wrapping your house in a feeling of bliss, comfort and familiarity. As the porridge was done, you buckled Sofia into her chair again before feeding it to her. She was luckily eating this time, but you could see that the exhaustion was taking its toll on her. You picked her up and got her all cleaned off as you headed towards the living room. Originally, you had wanted to keep her toys in her playroom but motherhood was rough and toys were now in every room. You sat Sofia down as she reached for her train. It was a blue train that Ona got her for her first birthday. She loved the train and would always bring it to bed when you tried putting her down for the first time at night. After a good 20 minutes of Sofia playing soundly on the floor giving you some well needed time to refresh your mind: the lock in the door clicked. Your eyes shot up as you immediately got scared. Ona was at practice and all of your family were busy. You grabbed Sofia terrified of whoever was behind the door. You held Sofia close as she looked up at you and was feeding off of your nervous energy. Your hand searched for your phone to be ready to dial for help as you gulped. The door-handle suddenly twisted and Sofia started her high pitched crying when she saw the face behind the door. It was Ona that had been told to go home early as she seemed exhausted. Sofia cried as she screamed and Ona looked like she was about to fall apart in the middle of the hallway. Sofia screamed as she reached her arms out and threw herself back in your arms trying to wiggle loose.

Then it hit you like a brick. Like a train. Like a trailer. As if the sky had just fallen down. Sofia wanted Ona. She wanted mami, not mamma. She was missing mami, and her little heart was longing for her mami’s warm touches. Sofia and Ona had a good relationship before the crying started, and you were just now able to put two pieces together. You sat down Sofia on the floor as you stood up and looked at Ona. Ona gulped as the toddler was stumbling towards her terrified of what would happen and her hand instinctively reached for the door. “Ona, stay.” You commanded as your daughter made her way towards Ona. She reached her front and stood at Ona’s legs trying to be picked up as she cried. Her little arms reaching up to Ona as she wanted to be close. “Mami,mami!” She yelled as Ona closed her eyes and took a breath while once again, looking like she was about to break down. She took a step a side causing your daughter to fall on her butt making her cry even louder. “She wants you” Ona said as she ushered towards the staircase and your master bedroom. You sighted as you picked up Sofia, and just as you were about to try and soothe her; you decided that it was time to try something new.

You walked after Ona with the screaming baby in your arms. Ona was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands while she was sobbing. Sofia stopped crying as she looked nervously at you. “Mami” she said as she pointed towards Ona. “Si princesa, estas mami, Mami is feeling sad. Maybe you wanna give her a cuddle, si?” You said as you slowly moved towards Ona scared that she was gonna leave again. You sat down next to her on the bed as your daughter sobbed. “Ona, what does Sofia call me?” You asked as Sofia sobbed in your arms. “Mamma” Ona responded still with her face hidden. “Si, and what is she saying?” You asked as you tried to console Ona. “Mamma” Ona said as she looked up at you, eyes red from crying. Just as you were about to continue your rambles, Sofia reached her arms for Ona and got out of your grip leaving her to bolt at Ona. “Mami, Mami” she cried as she grabbed the fabric of Ona’s sweater tightly, like she was scared that she would leave again. “She’s saying Mami” you said as you looked at Ona who wasn’t able to put the pieces of the puzzle together even thought you were basically giving her all the clues. “Mami” Sofia muttered as she frowned and sat down on her butt after not getting any attention. Ona’s eyes lit up as it finally clicked. She looked down at Sofia and instantly grabbed the little girl holding her close like she did when she was a baby. Sofia’s big blue eyes met Ona’s and a small smile formed on her face as she closed her eyes and relaxed. “Ona, she wants you. That’s why she’s crying. She wants her mami.” You said as you rubbed Ona’s back. You could see tears forming in Ona’s eyes as she studied the little girl suddenly seeing how eyes were icy blue, just the the most beautiful glacier she had ever seen. How her skin felt like the most expensive silk she had ever touched. Her finger traced her noce as she saw the little ski jump nose already making its mark on her face. The roses in her cheeks making her look so vulnerable. “Baby, mami’s here. Mami is so so sorry, but Mami is here now. Mami is never gonna disappoint you again, princesa. Mami is gonna get better, for you and for mamma.” She said as Sofia’s body finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep. You looked at Ona who looked like she had just discovered oil. She looked over at you as tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m gonna take the week off, and we can have time together as a family. I haven’t been the best mami, but I’m gonna try to figure this out for you, for us. I’m sorry for diss-“ you cut her off with a kiss knowing this was finally it. Ona was finally ready to try to connect with her daughter again.

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The 141 Clinic: Crack It (NSFW)

Summary: Your lower back is killing you so when you mention it to your mum and she recommends a gruff and handsome chiropractor that can work wonders with his hands who are you to refuse?

Word count: 2625

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): Captain John Price / AU Chiropractor Price

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Pervert behaviour / Masturbation / Fingering / Oral sex (Fem Receiving) /

Support Me: Kofi

(AN: I woke up in the middle of the night and my back was killing me and this idea came to my head so enjoy. Also I've always wanted to go to a Chiropractor and get cracked like a glow stick, is that normal or am I just getting old??) (Also I'm not a chiropractor but I've seen some videos here and there so for the sake of the fic let's pretend I know what I'm talking about.)

Your back was well and truly, fucked. After throwing it out doing something you can't remember you'd popped some painkillers and hoped for the best. Unfortunately for you no matter how much resting, stretching and painkiller taking you did nothing seemed to be working. A few days post back throw-out you were sat in your mums kitchen slowly massaging your lower back with a grimace on your face.

"Oh dear, has the pain not subsided yet?" She stopped in the middle of her conversation to ask when she saw the pained look on your face.

"Normally it goes after a day or two but it's been almost a week now and it's still the same."

"Hmm." She thought. "My friend Val said there is masseuse clinic that opened up not too long ago next to that new gym. I'll get the number from her hold on."

Before you could protest she left the room to grab her phone, it couldn't hurt to go and see a professional could it? If you went to the doctors they would tell you to rest and take painkillers and so far that had done nothing for you so why not give it a go? She returned to the room, phone in hand, and opened on a text message thread. "Val said to ask for John Price, he's the Chiropractor who helped her hubby with his back pain a few months ago. She said he's very handsome too."

You nod adding the number to your phone and choosing not to acknowledge the last thing your mother said, her friend Val had terrible taste in men so you were positively sure that the Chiropractor would be nothing special. Pressing the number you just saved you raised your phone to your ear as it started to ring. After a few rings you heard the phone being picked up and the deep and gruff voice on the other side of the line immediately made you lose your train of thought. "Hi this is the 141 clinic how can I help you."

"Oh, uh, hi, sorry. I'm looking to book an appointment with John Price please."

"That's me love, can I take some of your details and reasoning as to why you're looking for an appointment." God his voice was like velvet, goosebumps rose on your arms and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand.

"H-Hi Mr Price." You stutter and quickly give out your name and details. "The appointment is for my back, I threw it out about a week ago and no amount of rest or painkillers is getting rid of the pain."

"Ok I see, I can fit you in tomorrow at 5pm if that's any good? If I get a cancelation I could get you in earlier but if not then it'll have to be that time please."

"Yeah, that's fine. Is there anything I need to do before the appointment?"

"Nothing at all love, just turn up and make sure you're wearing something comfortable. I'm going to put you in all sorts of positions so best not to have anything movement-restricting on." John spoke and then grinned when he heard the sharp intake of breath from the receiver.

“Ok I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow love, bye.” He hung up and added your appointment to his diary for his own record. Your mum smiled at you as you put your phone down on the counter. “Well did you get an appointment.” She asks with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, that was Mr Price on the phone, he's booked me in for tomorrow."

"Oh is that why you blushed?" She laughs.

"I'm not blushing, I just didn't expect his voice to be so deep."

"Mhmm." She smirks and you shake your head in response.

You spend the next day working from home perched on your office chair at your desk as you replied to emails and sorted through documents to try and occupy your mind. Anxiety crept in as you checked the time on your laptop and saw that it was nearing 4pm. Deciding you were done working for the day you clocked off and took a quick shower before riffling through your closet for some cycling shorts and a baggy top. They were comfortable and non-restricting, just what Mr Price had said to wear.

Once dressed you grabbed your bag and shoved your purse and a bottle of water into it before pulling up your phone and typing in the name of the business so you could get directions once you got into your car. The drive didn't take long and soon you were pulling into the almost empty car park which was dimly lit. Parking up you took your keys from the ignition and made your way towards the building after grabbing your bag and locking the car.

Entering the building you were hit with a sweet smell of flowers and fruits from the wax melt that was burning near the reception desk. An older lady with glasses perched on the edge of her nose looks up to you as you enter. "Hi Miss, can I help you?" She asks with a smile.

"Hi yes, I have an appointment with Mr Price. I'm a little early." You shift nervously.

"Of course you must be the last appointment of the day, follow me please." She says standing from her chair and rounding the desk. You anxiously follow her down a hallway and stop a little behind her as she knocks on a door before entering.

"Mr Price, this young lady has an appointment with you." She says as she holds the door open urging you to step into the doorway and you fight the urge to drop your jaw at the man sat behind a desk.

"Hi." He greets you with your name and stands extending a hand out to you. You step forwards and shake it making note of the size difference between your dainty hand and his large muscular one that had specks of hair on the knuckles. "You're free to go Dorris, lock the door on your way out please."

"Thank you Mr Price, I'll see you tomorrow." She replies and with that the door to the room shuts and you're left alone with the very handsome chiropractor.

"You seem nervous love, I've not scared you have I?"

"N-No not at all, I've just never had anything like this done before so I'm a little anxious that's all."

"Well I promise you're in safe hands, but if you feel uncomfortable at any point just let me know and we can stop ok?" He says and you nod in response. "Good, now you said it was your back that was hurting you so I'll make a start with that, if you lie down on the table for me darling I'll have a quick feel and see what I can do."

You nervously dropped your bag against the wall and took off your jacket and shoes before stepping over to the table. Kneeling into the material you quickly lie down onto your belly and rest your arms to the side of you. You feel him step to your side. "So where do you work sweetheart?" He asks as he runs his hands up and down your spine and across the expanse of your shoulder blades.

"I work from home, just admin work mostly." You explain and for once you wished you had a better sounding job.

"You spend a lot of time sat at a desk?" He asks as he feels different points on your back and gives them little tugs here and there. He's trying to work out any knots he can find before he turns to cracking and so far he's having a field day with your middle and lower back.

"Um yeah, a few hours sometimes. I try and take breaks when I can but I get so stuck into my work that sometimes I forget."

He tuts. "That's not good for your back darling no wonder you're in pain." You hum in agreement and try to steady your breathing as his digits roll over your vertebrae. "Okay I think I know where your problem is. I want you to breathe in for me when I say so doll and exhale as I push, can you do that for me?" He asks and awaits your reply.

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Good girl." He says gruffly and you clench your thighs together, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him. "Breathe in doll ... and breathe out." On the exhale his heavy hands press into your spine which cracks and almost instantly you can feel a wave of relief wash over you. The pain that was nagging you all week had finally subsided and you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan at the feeling.

"That do the trick darling?"

"Yeah, fuck, thank you."

You feel him lift the bottom of your t-shirt up. "I just need to have another feel of your back, easier to do it without clothes in the way. Can I undo your bra?" He asks and you gasp softly.

"Of course." You reply a little too quickly earning a throaty chuckle from the man. "You're an eager one aren't you." His hand runs up your bare spine and you feel his fingers pinch your bra as he expertly undoes it with just a finger and thumb.

You feel him lift a leg over the bench so he's straddling your body, his hips resting dangerously close to your arse as he rubs your back feeling each vertebrae. John reaches to the side of the table and starts to lift a section of it up, you feel your arse begin to rise in the air as your pelvis is pushed upwards from the cushioned bench.

"So, how long have you been a Chiropractor for?" You ask trying to distract your mind from the position you're in.

"About 10 years, a couple of my mates and I had the idea to put our skills together and open this place up as well as the gym next door."

"That's nice that you're all working together, you must be close."

"Yeah we are." He says and edges himself closer to you so his hips are pressing against your arse. The growing bulge in his sweatpants prods at your rear and he can hear your breaths deepen and sees your fists clench around the edge of the bench when he presses against you. He finds another spot he wants to crack and makes you breathe in again. On your exhale he presses down onto your lower back, nudging his cock against your closed arse and pushes his palms until he hears the crack.

You let out a breathy moan. Any attempts to stop the sound are futile as John bends over your body, his rough hands wrap around the sides of the bench as he lowers his mouth to your ear. "You alright there darling?"

"Mhmm, perfect." You say, your voice muffled slightly. John laughs softly, he's looking at your face, your cheeks are flushed and there's drops of sweat on your forehead. You let out another soft moan when you feel his cock twitch against your rear, eager to be touched.

John rises back up and runs his palms against your back once more, he can feel the delicate little hairs on your back rise slightly as he moves his hands to cup your arse. "I think we're all done with your appointment sweetheart." He says and you whine again. An hour had passed by so quick and although you felt relief with the pain in your back gone you still craved his touches. Your ears prick up when you hear him continue. "Unless there is anything else you'd like me to help you with?"

"Please John, touch me." Your voice more clearly now since you've raised your head to look back at him.

"Are you sure?" He questions and you quickly nod.

In one swift motion John moves his hands from your arse cheeks to the waistband and is tugging your shorts and underwear down and off your legs, discarding the clothing haphazardly across the room.

"Fuck." He mutters seeing the gloss that is smeared across your inner thighs. Your arse is still raised on the portion of the bench and he has a clear view of your leaking pussy. You wiggle your arse slightly earning a rough strike to the plump cheek. "So needy." He says and immediately dives his fingers into your sopping heat.

You moan at the intrusion, two thick fingers eagerly pump inside of your wet cunt with ease. "So wet, so warm, fuck." He groans feeling your walls clench around his digits. John retracts his fingers as quickly as he'd put them there and before you could protest the lack of him he presses his wide tongue against your pussy. Effortlessly he lifts your hips up a bit more with his hands and laps at your clit, devouring your pussy and coating his stubble with your juices.

His tongue moves feverishly between lapping the small bundle of nerves and diving into your cunt. Your nails dig into the leather of the bench as he eats your pussy better than any man ever has, spit and cum is drenching his face and your pussy so much that you almost miss the rough slaps of skin on skin as John tugs his cock.

"God John, fuck." You breathe as you cum against his face, legs jerking so much that they threaten to fall off the bench. John pulls his face from your pussy and jerks his cock quicker, throwing his head back he plasters your arse with thick ropes of cum, an animalistic moan falling from his mouth as he climaxes.

When a few seconds pass you finally speak. "Do all your clients get this kind of treatment?" You ask panting, a hint of jealousy present in your tone.

"That wouldn't be very professional of me now would it?" He replies and you laugh. He grabs some wet wipes from off his desk and cleans you up before wiping his cock and tucking it back into his pants.

“You did really well today sweetheart though I feel you would benefit with these appointments becoming a regular occurrence. I’m going to put in a recommendation for you with some of my colleagues too and we can take it from there."

You blush. "Thank you John." You say moving off the bench and tugging your shorts back up your body, your underwear nowhere in sight. Being the gentleman he is he helps you put your shoes back on and ties the laces for you before forcing his lips against yours. You can taste yourself on his mouth and tongue as runs his hands up your body and around to your back where he refastens your bra with ease.

"You're free to go." John says finally detaching his mouth from yours. You stay stood still for a moment, catching your breath and trying to calm your legs that are still numb from pleasure. John watches as you throw your bag over your shoulder and grab your jacket from the floor. He opens the door for you and leads you back to the front doors, the building now completely empty from any staff who would have been walking around before your appointment.

"I'll see you soon love." He says opening the door for you once more and allows you to step outside into the cold air. With a smile you turn away from him and slowly walk back to your car unaware of John pushing your underwear deeper into his pocket.

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RIP Van Der Linde gang 😔 you would’ve loved:

Abigail Marston - Marriage counseling, Stanley Cups, The Barbie Movie

Arthur Morgan - Slim Jim’s, Bass Pro Shops pyramid, Levi’s wooly Jean Jackets

Bill Williamson - Grindr, Shitty Gas Stations, “Don’t Tread On Me” flags

Charles Smith - Mitski, microwaved popcorn and movie nights, Bison as a protected species

Dutch Van Der Linde - Backseat Driving, Political Debate Podcasts, fruit flavored vapes

Hosea Matthews - Keurig Coffee Machines, chiropractors , Candy Crush

Jack Marston (depending on age) - Warrior Cats, Percy Jackson, Disney +

Javier Escuella - Electric Guitars, Cards Against Humanity, The Oscars/Grammys/Golden Globes

John Marston - 3 in one soap, Ford Truck Of the Month, band T-shirts

Josiah Trelawney - Magician Kits, Amazon, America’s Got Talent

Karen Jones - White Claws, Dolly Parton, Brittany Broski

Kieran Duffy - Star Stables Online, NASA space pictures, JellyCat Plushies

Lenny Summers - Kindle tablets, Soundproof headphones, Barnes and Noble

Leopold Strauss - Cashapp/Venmo, Facebook, Wikipedia

Mary-Beth Gaskill - thrift shopping, fanfiction websites, Taylor Swift’s Eras tour

Micah Bell - Ben Shapiro, Alpha Males, Playing Devil’s Advocate

Molly O’Shea - Steel Magnolias, Weighted Blankets, Themed Calendars

Rev, Orville Swanson - Bible study, AA meetings, Sacramental Wine

Sadie Adler - WLW music, Matching tattoos, Gym Membership

Sean MacGuire - Totino’s pizza rolls, Good Mythical Morning, Sugary Cereal (Lucky Charms /j)

Simon Pearson - Hell’s Kitchen, Panini press/waffle iron, Walmart Superstore

Susan Grimshaw -Life 360, Boxed Wine, Cats

Tilly Jackson - Mani-Pedis, Shea Butter Scrubs, Micellar Water

Uncle - Wheel Of Fortune, Recliners, Car seat heaters

[phoenixisdabestwriter]

OK, SO, Part 1 is linked right here if y'all wanna read it, hope you enjoy part 2!!!

Part 2: Massages

"Do you need a massage?"

Satoru was a bit startled at your words at first before turning towards you, a cocky smirk on his glossy lips.

"Aw, is that all you wanna give me?" He teased, snickering when he saw your face flush a bit.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated as you leaned against the kitchen island next to him. "Haha, very funny, Satoru. No, I just noticed that your shoulders seem quite tense."

A smug grin made its way onto his face, a chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned closer towards you. "So you've been watching me very closely?"

"I'm simply offering a masaage!" You say defensively, feeling a little flustered by his teasing. "Cuz we're friends. And it really seems like you need one. I mean, you're always working hard and I figured that even though I'm a non-sorcerer, I could at least give you one to help you out."

What you said was actually very thoughtful and took Satoru a little by surprise. Of course, he didn't show this, instead a lazy grin on his lips as he turned around, his back facing you now.

"Fine, fine. Just work your magic, darling." He said, voice as smooth as butter.

You ignored the way your heart did a little staccato when he called you 'darling', merely reaching your hands up to his shoulders and starting your work. Your eyes widened a bit at the feel of his muscular back when your palms pressed against the flesh under his jacket in slow circles. Satoru most definitely had a sleeper build.

"Damn, do you work out a lot?" You muttered, slowly making your hands go up and down his back.

"Obviously I do, honey." He said sarcastically, his eyes fluttering closed behind the black blindfold, relishing in your touch. "If I didn't, then I'd be a horrible sorcerer. Working out is important."

"Uhuh, totally. I definitely believe you." You said, clearly not believing him.

Satoru had to resist the urge to straight up purr as you massaged his back like you did when you had touched his undercut the other day, enjoying the way your hands were relieving knots of tension that he didn't even know he had in his shoulders until now.

"Mmm... That's nice, that feels real nice." He muttered, voice dropping an octave, making your heart skip like crazy. "Are you sure you're not a chiropractor, cuz you're real good at this."

You chuckled, slowly pressing your fingertips now just at the small of his back before slowly working your way up. "Yeah, no, I'm definitely not a chiropractor. I just learned how to give decent massages from my friends."

"Well tell your friends I thank them cuz this is certainly an experience." He said absently, voice quiet in a way that had you feeling a tiny bit flustered.

You brushed off the feeling, merely chalking it up to you just easily getting caught off guard around him.

"Why thank them when I'm the one giving you a massage." You said, pouting as you stopped just below his shoulder blades. "And for free! I should be getting paid for this."

"Nah, come on darling, you love me too much for that." Satoru teased, turning his head back to look at you, despite the blindfold being on. "I can make it up to you this time by taking you to that restaurant you like. How's that sound?"

It must've been your imagination because you swore you had made eye contact with him even through the blindfold, feeling an odd sort of tension with him. You looked away, focusing on continuing to give him the massage. Yeah, you definitely needed more sleep. You were just overthinking things.

"That sounds good. You'll be paying, obviously." You said, a soft smile on your face.

"Of course, darling. You know your dear friend here's very rich. I'll buy you whatever you want off the menu if you continue giving me these heavenly massages."

[kydrogendragon]

Forehead Kisses

Requested by @introvertbibliophile!! This was a cute and wholesome one to write, so we'll end our day of Birthday Prompts with this!! Thank you and thank everyone for all the requests! It was fun to have something like this to work on and I can't wait to see how y'all enjoy them!

Relationship: Hob/Dream Words: 2233 Warnings: None Ao3 Link

The room inside was dark. The curtains were pulled over the windows, blocking out the sunlight. The only light within was from the bright screen of Morpheus's laptop. Hob leaned against the door frame, watching his husband kill his back from his gremlin seating posture. His legs are tucked underneath himself, his spine curved in a way he knows the chiropractor would have a hernia over. He glared down at the word document in front of him, his hand swiping across the keyboard in such speed that it hurt Hob's fingers just to look at.

He stood there, listening to the furious clacking of keys for a moment before making his way over to the desk. His sock-clad feet were silent over the hardwood floors as he approached. Morpheus hasn't even so much as twitched by the time Hob was standing just off to his side. 

He wasn't surprised.  Morpheus had a tendency to get invested in his work. When he was truly in the zone, he describe it and everything else fading away.  He couldn't hear or see anything beyond the words on the page and the story unraveling in his head.

Hob turned, looking over at the once clean desk that housed Morpheus's work. He claimed that for planning, having physical papers to move and manipulate were better. It made the area much more cluttered, however. Beside stacks of papers, sticky notes, and sketches, dishes and mugs were scattered within.  Hob shook his head gently and grabbed the dirty dishes, leaving the coffee cup from this morning (he still doesn't understand how his husband can tolerate cold coffee) and the water bottle covered in stickers from their travels.

It was only when Hob stretched his arm across the screen of his laptop to fetch the remaining glass that Morpheus finally looked up from his work. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark environment. "Hello, Hob," he says, that gentle smile on his face as he leans his head into Hob's soft belly. 

Hob chuckles and leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of Morpheus's inky black hair. "Hullo, Love. Just grabbing dishes, don't mind me." He shuffles the glasses and dishes in his hold to make room for the extra mug. "Dinner's on. Should be ready in an hour. Sound good?"

Morpheus hums, pressing his nose into the soft cashmere sweater. "Sounds excellent. What are we having?" His voice is rough from disuse. Hob's not sure when he last heard his husband speak save early this morning. He had barely left his room today. The first draft of his next book was due soon and his husband, ever the perfectionist, was determined to get it right.

"Beef stroganoff and carrots. Figured that'd be a safe choice for you." 

"It is. Thank you, husband mine. I will see you in the hour." Hob chuckles as Morpheus leans back into his usual writing position.

"Can't convince you to take a break early and join me in the kitchen in the meantime?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

To Morpheus's credit, his hands twitch and don't immediately start tapping again.

"I-" His husband starts, his eyes flickering between the screen and Hob's face. "Perhaps, once i finish this chapter, I could join you early. But..."

Hob waves away his concern with a smile. "Don't even sweat it, my love. Just focus on your writing. I'll see you for dinner." He presses one final kiss to the top of his head before heading out of his husband's office, closing the door behind him.

It's only after dinner has finished cooking and the tiny colony of dishes and mugs are cleaned (some soaking from the multiple day old coffee) that Hob knocks on the office door once more.

Morpheus hasn't moved in the hour, though the laptop has been tilted to the side and one of his notebooks rests off to the right. Clearly, he'd either been referencing something or he'd been adding to his never ending collection of notes. Hob walks up and rests his palms over each of Morpheus's shoulders and presses in. He kneads into the tense muscle and bony shoulders causing his husband to moan, his hands freezing in place. Hob chuckles to himself as he leans forward to press a kiss to his temple.

"Hey Dove, dinner's ready." He mumbles against the silk soft skin just below his hairline. Morpheus hums, leaning into his touch. His hands fall from the keyboard and into his lap. Hob smiles against his skin and continues his gentle massage, thumbs swiping up and down the back of his neck. His husband groans, pushing back against his touch. He'll have to set this man down for a proper massage soon. Maybe after dinner. He was far too tense after such long sprints of writing this last week.

They stay there, relaxing in the moment, when Hob sighs and gives Morpheus's shoulder a final pat. "Come on, let's get some food in you, yeah?" 

With a resigned, Morpheus leans forward and slides out of his seat. Even from here, Hob can hear the cracking and creaking of his bones. Yup, definitely doing a massage after dinner. Maybe a nice hot bath too, if he can pull Morpheus away from work long enough.

Hob holds out his hand which his husband takes eagerly. With a smile, he leads the pair of them out of the dark office and into the comfortably dimmed dining room. He's learned over the years that when Morpheus goes through spurts like this and he's spend too long being a cave creature in his dungeon, the soft light is acceptable. Morpheus takes a seat and Hob leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead, then nose and cheeks which earns him a nose scrunch that he loves so much, and finally to his lips. Morpheus hums against him. 

"Thank you for dinner, husband mine," Morpheus whispered against.

"Always, love."

Hob takes his seat and gazes lovingly over his water glass at the man he has the privilege of calling his. 

[jjungkookislife]

Kiss Me More

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: brother's best friend au, one-bed trope, tiny fluff, 18+

summary: Your older brother, Seokjin, is nothing but a schemer when he goes out of town and forgets to mention he's also asked Namjoon to house-sit. Oops!

wc: 1.4k

warnings: none?

date: April 8, 2023

This was wrong! So wrong! But it felt so right. Years of pent-up sexual tension, years of crushing on your brother's best friend, all for this moment.

You’re not entirely sure if Seokjin meant to get you and Namjoon to house-sit while he went off on vacation with his boyfriend, but when you showed up with your bags to find Namjoon lounging in gray sweatpants on the couch, you were very surprised.

You had driven over three hours to be here, and you’d be damned if you drove all the way back. Namjoon had also driven here from the same city you lived in, and he’d be damned if he didn’t collect on his payment. 

The first night had been slightly awkward, avoiding each other as much as possible, both calling Seokjin to chew him out, but all your brother had to say was ‘oops.’

“Take the bed,” Namjoon insisted as he grabbed a blanket out of the linen closet.

“No, you were here first. You take it,” you stated, stomping your foot. Namjoon rolled his eyes. “I don’t want it.”

“I don’t want it,” you said, making him sigh heavily.

“And why not?”

“Because you were here first!” you shouted, huffing as you crossed your arms.

“Oh my lord, you’re just as stubborn as Jin!” 

“I resent that!” you scoff.

“Just take the bed, Y/N.”

“No. Let’s share it,” you suggest, and Namjoon raises a brow.

“Share the bed? Are you mad?” Namjoon scoffs.

“Okay,” you shrug. “I was just trying to be nice ‘cause your big body won’t fit on the couch. Enjoy being folded up like a lawn chair.”

Namjoon looks over at the couch, cursing when he realizes that you’re right. 

Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to share the bed.”

“That’s what I thought,” you grin as you head to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Namjoon waits until you’re back in the living room, his gaze trying to focus on anything except the supple skin of your thighs in your tiny sleep shorts.

Were you trying to torture him? Wasn’t it bad enough that he’d always had a crush on you, but now you were essentially forced to share a bed?

“Are you just gonna stare or get in bed?” you ask as you grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Namjoon hesitates for a moment, but the couch is digging into his back and he’d rather not end up at the chiropractor snapped like a glow stick.

Upon entering the bedroom, Namjoon pauses at the end of the bed. You pretend the heat of his stare doesn’t bother you.

“What?” you finally ask, raising a brow in question.

“That’s usually my side of the bed.” he clears his throat, feeling heat rise to his cheeks and on the tip of his ears.

You sigh, scooting to the other side. “Anything else, your highness?”

Namjoon ignores the sarcasm in your tone.

“Well, now that you’ve asked…” Namjoon rubs the nape of his neck. “Would you care if I slept without a shirt? I get stuffy at night.”

You freeze, biting your lower lip. Your body thrums with nerves and excitement, clearing your throat. “Do as you please, Joon. It’s not my house.”

Namjoon shrugs, knowing that’s the best he’s gonna get from you. He grabs his shirt from the back of his neck, obstructing his view and missing the way your jaw drops, nearly unhinged when you take in his smooth honeyed skin.

When Namjoon’s face comes back into view, you’re looking down at your phone, scrolling as if having him shirtless was a normal occurrence.

Without another word, Namjoon gets into bed, pulling the covers over him while he scrolls through his social media on his phone. You’re not sure who moves closer first, or who shares their screen, but soon you’re both laughing at videos and yawning until you’re fast asleep at his side.

Waking up in the middle of the night is unusual for you. For a moment, you panic, not recognizing the room as your own before remembering its Jin��s. Just as the realization hits, your eyes widen when you feel the weight of an arm around your waist. You’re shocked to the core, debating whether to roll over or just try to go back to sleep. However, the arm comes with heat, so much heat that you grow clammy almost immediately. 

Carefully, you tug the covers off you until they bunch at your waist and you finally feel like you can breathe.

Behind you, Namjoon grunts, his arm sliding off your body as he rolls onto his back. You inhale and exhale, slowly rolling to face him. 

You smile when you note he’s still sound asleep. He looks so cute with his hair ruffled on the pillow, his broad chest rising and falling with each of his breaths.

“How long are you gonna stare at me?” Namjoon asks.

You blink, jumping in your spot.

His chuckle makes your face heat. How long had he been awake?

“Long enough,” Namjoon answers with a shrug. He smirks when he sees the startled look that crosses your face. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I was just…” you have nothing to say. No lies come out of your mouth and all you can do is suffer in your embarrassment as you clear your throat.

“Well, goodnight!”

Namjoon laughs, shaking his head as he scoots closer to you. He gently places his hand on your face, making you look at him. “Don’t shy away from me now, love.”

You nod, unable to form a response. Namjoon remains silent as his thumb circles your skin, going to trace your bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“What?”

“You’ve always been so beautiful. Inside and out,” he goes on as he traces your lip again. “It’s been so hard to hide my feelings for you for so long.”

“Namjoon,” you start, unsure of where this is going.

However, Namjoon continues. “I’m sure Seokjin set this up, and I can’t say I’m mad.”

“Seokjin knows?” you ask incredulously.

“I mean, I don’t keep secrets from him. I’m sure he noticed years ago.” 

“That nosy, meddling, little snot! I bet he set us up! He was asking me about you the other day and like a dumbass, I told him you were hot!” you exclaim, annoyance bubbling in your chest.

“You think I’m hot?” Namjoon smiles smugly and you scream into his palm. He laughs harder, his shoulders shaking as he hushes you.

“Don’t let it go to your big ole head, Joonie! You know you’re hot! You own a mirror!” you scoff and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Just admit you like me,” he grins.

You huff, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling. Namjoon sits up on his elbow, “Come on, love. Just say it. Admit it, you like me.”

“I liked you more when you were snoring away,” you grumble.

“And now I’m wide awake. Come on, I told you I like you,” Namjoon pouts. You sigh heavily before muttering something under your breath.

Namjoon cups his ear with his large hand. “I’m sorry. What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“You’re so annoying!” you groan. “I said I like you! There! I said it! Now, go to sleep!” you demand.

“You expect me to sleep after that?” Namjoon rolls his eyes as his hand rests on your hip, making you roll over to face him. “I’ve been waiting for ages to hear you say it. There’s no way I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Well, I am,” you lie as you close your eyes. Namjoon giggles as he cups your face, lowering his lips until they brush against yours. You’re surprised but immediately kiss him back, your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him close.

Namjoon kisses you gently, allowing you to lead, and parting his lips when your tongue presses against them in your urge to taste him. Your name escapes him in a breathy moan, sending tingles down your spine before you break apart.

A bashful smile illuminates your face as Namjoon presses his forehead to yours. “That was better than I ever imagined.”

“Oh yeah? How about we do it again?” you grin as you press your lips to his, moaning when he bites on your bottom lip. Namjoon groans, kissing you deeply like he’s always wanted to. He hopes this isn’t a dream as you pull him closer, melting beneath his broad body, hands roaming over his back.

“Kiss me more,” you plead when he trails kisses to your neck. He nips at the column of your throat before making his way back to your mouth, kissing you again and again until you’ve had your fill.

[redhoodedangel]

My Arkhamverse! Jason Todd Headcanons

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Inspiration is a struggle to find for my X readers right now. My ADHD and autism has been a struggle for a while now, not to mention my anxiety. So, here are some of my personal headcanons for my favorite variant of my favorite character…

Warning ⚠️: Mentions/descriptions of torture, descriptions of sickness/illness-like symptoms (vomiting/upset stomach), Mental Illness, PTSD, and other disturbing themes

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Jason has BPD and ADHD. Both are hereditary, coming from his bio parents and he’s struggled with them for as long as he could remember, even before Batman and Joker.

Because of this, he has a lot of emotional outbursts and deep set anger. This is made very clear during his conversation with Barbara during the Halloween takeover

When he finally got out of Arkham, he couldn’t eat a lot of the foods he used to enjoy (he threw up the first time he tried to eat a burger)

All he ate in Arkham was whatever rotten food or drugged water Joker gave him. Only he would end up puking it up later on. Either that, or he went hungry (sometimes by his choice)

He actually ate like he has an upset stomach or stomach bug for a while, only drinking water or anything that was light on his stomach (Gatorade, room temp. Ginger ale, etc)

He could only eat crackers and toast, sometimes whatever soup he could buy (with pickpocketed money) or cook himself.

He has to wear a brace to better support his fucked up back. This is why his Red Hood chestplate looks so bulked up.

He had something similar in the Arkham Knight suit, but it’s lightweight, made from sustainable materials, and not as bulky as the one in his Red Hood getup.

Barbara offered to take him to a chiropractor to help him with his back. The practor was actually someone who helps her with lingering pains and phantom aches in her legs and hips.

But, Jason couldn’t stand the thought of a stranger putting their hands on him, so he declined but thanked her for the gesture

He wears a face mask whenever he goes out. A lot of people still think he’s dead, so best not show his face in public.

It also has the benefits of covering the ‘J’ brand on his cheek and people think he’s sick, so they stay away from him

Speaking of which, the ‘J’ mark isn’t the only traumatic scar with meaning or a story behind it on his body

He has three ‘HA’ laughter brandings, one on his left pectoral (where the Robin emblem was placed on his former suit), one on the small of his back, and the last one on his right hip.

He also has a pair of furled wings carved into his upper back. Obviously, an owed to his time as Robin and the painful memories that accompanied the mantle

Cooking reminds him of his time in the kitchen with Alfred and some of the best memories he had that weren’t tainted by Joker

Despite his initial disdain, Jason thinks Tim is a good Robin, but he steers clear of him because he feels he might say or do something he’ll regret later

Probably talks to Dick on those rainy days since he wasn’t involved in what happened to him

He still has that protective soft spot for kids, even after all the shit he went through

Joker tried to get him to hate them, but it was probably the only thing that Jason was resolute about. He would not harm a single child, even if it spared him from the pain and wrath of the Clown Prince himself

Upset that he never got to apologize to Bruce (and Alfred by extent) for everything

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That’s all for now!

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[almostangrything]

Last one for right now.

TexLaska- Smut

      It was 9:15pm when Texas got home from work. Since everyone had their own houses and all, the statehouse was rarely full. Only Gov, Florida, Loui, New York, California, and himself were almost always there. Texas had very long workdays, usually twelve hours, from 9am to 9pm. He loved his job as an electrician, but it was tiring. He was usually the last back to the statehouse, unless somebody was partying and got home at 3 in the morning.

      Texas sets down his tool bag and gets a glass of water. He leans against the kitchen counter, drinking his water and staring off into space. "Gah, today was awful," Texas thought to himself. His back ached and so did his hands. he would need to see his chiropractor again sometime soon. He washes out his empty cup and sets it on the rack to dry. He picks up his tool bag and walks into the living room to see... Alaska?

      "What in tarnation is he doin' here?" Texas thinks to himself. Alaska was sitting on the couch, dozing off. Texas had always felt intimidated by the man. After all, he was the only person in the statehouse who was taller and stronger than Texas. Texas hated him, from his stupid hat to his stupid shirt to his stupid handsome face to his stupid muscles... "No! I can't be thinkin' like that. I'm a man, for goodness sake," Texas says in his mind. He wasn't gay... Right?

      Alaska opens his eyes and sees the other state, who was leaning against the wall. "Hey, Little Buddy," Alaska says, grinning. He loved calling Texas stuff like that. He didn't mind Texas all that much, but it was fun to make fun of him and put him in his place. Texas growls, "Don't call me that." "Awh, but why not?" Alaska chuckles. "I've told you before, I ain't tellin' ya again." Texas looks away. Alaska sighs and says, "Here, come sit down. You look like you've had a rough day. Why not have a drink?" He holds up a beer and pats the spot next to him. Texas begrudgingly sits next to him. Alaska hands Texas a beer and opens one for himself. Texas also opens his bottle.

      "Cheers," Alaska says kindly. "Cheers..." Texas replies unenthusiastically. They clink their bottles together and drink. They sit in silence for a while, drinking their beer. "So... How was work today?" Alaska asks, trying to make polite conversation. "Like usual." Texas' short answer left Alaska's face unamused. Texas notices Alaska's expression and sighs. "By that I mean awful. I've been fixin' wires and telephone poles all day. I don't know which hurts more, my back or my hands." Alaska nods. "Electrical work isn't very easy, huh?" "Damn right..." Texas sighs again.

      Alaska very gently puts and arm around Texas and draws him close. Texas pulls away, but Alaska firmly pulls him back. "Oh, no, you don't." Alaska holds Texas tightly and kisses his cheek. "You've had such a rough day, why don't you relax?" Texas grumbles. "Oh, fine," he says begrudgingly. Alaska smiles and kisses Texas on the lips. Texas is shocked at first, but he slowly leans in and kisses Alaska back.

      Alaska pulls Texas closer and deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into Texas' mouth. Texas moans slightly and reciprocates. They kiss deeply for a few more seconds before pulling away for air. A bead of their shared saliva connects their tongues. Alaska allows Texas a few seconds of breath before kissing him again. A little later, Alaska pulls back, looking concerned. "Texas, I want to go further, but I'll need your consent. And don't worry, you can stop at any time, I won't be mad, "Alaska says. Texas nods and responds. "I give you my full consent. Now shut up and kiss me again."

      Alaska smiles and pulls Texas close again, kissing him deeply. He starts to unbutton the Texan's shirt, and Texas does as well. Alaska also takes off his own shirt. They were both big, muscular men, but Alaska was bigger. Texas had more of a softer edge, which he felt a little self-conscious about. But Alaska looked at Texas and smiled. "You're so pretty, Texas," Alaska states. "I-I could say the same about you, " Texas replies.

      Alaska chuckles and starts to kiss Texas' neck, licking and biting gently, leaving little marks. Texas smiles and makes little whimpering noises. Alaska leaves a trail of kisses down Texas' neck to his chest and down his torso, stopping at the waistline of Texas' jeans. Alaska slides down Texas' pants as well as his own. "Wait, are you sure we should be doin' this here?" Texas asks cautiously. "Nobody will be home for a while," Alaska replies. "Alright."

      Alaska and Texas were both now wearing just their boxers and hats, and the tension between them was mounting. Alaska leans over Texas. "You ready?" Texas nods. "I'm ready." Alaska smiles and kisses Texas briefly before pulling off his boxers and Texas'. Texas' eyes widened. Alaska's dick was at least three inches longer than his own. Alaska raises an eyebrow and smirks, saying, "Shocked?" "A-A little..." Texas responds. "Heh, think you can handle it?" "I know I can," Texas huffs. Alaska leans in to kiss Texas again, teasing the state's entrance with his cock. Texas squirms around a little bit. "Agh, stop teasing me, ya jerk."

      Alaska chuckles and thrusts his cock into Texas' hole. Texas gives a sharp cry of pleasure, mixed with a little bit of pain. Alaska wasn't using lube, so it would hurt a bit. "How do you like that, huh?" Alaska asks, whispering in Texas' ear. Texas whimpers in response. "Want to keep going?" Texas nods. "Y-Yeah... We've come this far, we might as well." Alaska nods and begins to move back and forth, creating friction between them. With each thrust, Texas moans in a voice that is higher than his usual voice. His moans are muffled, as Texas was holding his hand over his mouth.

      Alaska keeps thrusting into Texas, breathing heavily while making hickeys on Texas' neck. Texas begins to move in sync with Alaska, desperate for more friction. Alaska picks up on this and starts to thrust harder and faster, pumping all his pent-up stress and anger into the other state. Texas' moans become more frequent, and his eyes start to roll back into his head the harder and faster Alaska goes. "F-Fuck... I think I'm gonna-" Texas cuts himself off as he reaches an orgasm, his semen spewing out all over his stomach.

      Alaska still thrusts into Texas, causing him to cum again. Texas is breathing heavily and his eyes are rolled back. His legs shake as he reaches the peak of his orgasm, and Alaska begins to shake as well as he nears his own orgasm. He pumps his hot, sticky semen into Texas, making Texas moan and shudder. They finally separate, both breathing heavily, still shaking a little from the aftereffects.

      They get cleaned up and changed into some nightclothes. They walk to the garage, where Alaska stayed, and Alaska pulls Texas into bed with him. "Had fun?" Alaska asks, smiling. "I know I did." Texas chuckles and nods, saying, "Best night of my life." "I love you, Texas, I really do." Alaska kisses the top of the Texan's head. "Love you too, Laskie," Texas responds, curling in close to Alaska. They fall asleep in the bed together, sleeping peacefully and happily.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was longer than I expected. Word count: 1247 words.

[nkatr84]

Only Murders in the Building 4:4 The Stunt Man

So much happened yet didn’t happen in this episode. It was mostly about Charles dealing with his grief over Sazz’s death. The trio find out Sazz was on Instagram and her last post was on the day she died. They go to a bar in Hell’s Kitchen frequented by stunt actors. Including Ben Glenroy’s Irish stunt double played delightfully crazy by Paul Rudd. They discover Sazz frequented the chiropractor that has her practice set up in the back to deal with her chronic pain. Coupled with Sazz’s bar buddies being mad they couldn’t hold a traditional wake for Sazz in the bar since she had been cremated and Charles’ guilt ridden dreams about Sazz, it’s all mainly to serve to tell us more about Sazz as a person versus who might have killed her.

Mabel has Howard watching the apartment when she has to leave. Which I have to ask, Howard are you okay? What happened to your cute boyfriend? You’re trying to make your own podcast and hanging out with the trio a lot. Meanwhile Howard gets tricked into leaving the apartment by the Westies to audition to play himself in the movie. Letting us find out Bev melon and the Brothers Sisters are living in the penthouse. And Josh Gad got cast to play Howard. Which yeah I see it, but Howard was disappointed. But the implication is the Hollywood crew are now in the building. Meaning it’s likely the killer is one of them.

Oliver is distracted by stalking Loretta on social media scared of losing her and revealing he was going to propose. Him and his opening scene with the IPad was hilarious.😂

Mabel finds Howard gone but the Westies in her apartment. They tell her Dudenoff is real but he bought all the apartments on that floor and is subletting them for super cheap. $200 bucks a month to live in New York City?! Call me a Westie and deal me in for Oh Hell and give me that bathroom ham. But apparently the woman on the ham radio is Finnish And named Helga. I still think it was Sazz undercover. Maybe she didn’t recruit them but we have yet to see Charles sister. And maybe the Westies kicked her out because they found out she was investigating the movie deal and they didn’t want word to get out about their subletting scam. And now that Bev Melon is in town and has a gun and knows about Sazz’s trampoline park, maybe she’s the connection to the movie deal gone wrong and Sazz was getting information from her? We shall see Arconiacs.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #251

Who was the last person to shake your hand? I don't remember.

Coke or Pepsi? Coke, I don't like Pepsi.

When was the last time you struggled to get to sleep? I struggle to sleep every night. It consistently takes me at least two hours, oftentimes more.

Which of the four seasons is your favourite? Autumn. I love almost everything about it, other than it getting dark so early and I'm seeing I think my allergies are worst this time of year.

Do you still have all four of your wisdom teeth? I only had two grow in, the other two aren't even in the x-rays within my gums, and I had those two taken out this past year.

When was the last time you were in pain? What caused it? Earlier today. I'm having bad tooth pain that I have to go to the dentist for on the 17th, it's on a tooth that I need a crown for and most likely need a root canal, and I'm surviving off the maximum dose of Ibuprofen.

Have you been diagnosed with any chronic health conditions? Certainly mental health ones, and only recently I learned I have a birth malformation in my spine that has caused bad back and hip pain, something I've become more aware of with age, and I have to regularly see a chiropractor for it. I also have sleep apnea, if that counts, hypothyroidism, and asthma.

What are some of your favourite Christmas movies? Jim Carey's How the Grinch Stole Christmas is without competition to me, I adore it, my whole family does. I'm also a fan of especially Home Alone 2, but the OG is nice too.

Have you ever met up with someone in real life that you first met on the internet? Was it just as good as you hoped? Yes, and it was a great experience, regardless of how we feel about each other now. I was nervous we'd be awkward about it at first, but honestly it was like we'd known each other forever.

What are some of your favourite smells? Fresh baked bread (fresh bakery items in general), coffee, lilac, stuff fresh out of the dryer.

When's the next time you plan on going to the cinema and what will you be going to see? Mom and I are going to be seeing the new Mufasa movie sometime after it comes out.

If you have pets, what colour are they? Roman is gray and white, Venus is shades of tan, and Cookie is white with brown splotches.

What is plugged into the nearest outlet? A surge protector that my laptop charger is plugged into.

Have you ever received a card signed individually by a large group of people? I don't think so.

Who do you know that’s pregnant right now? My old middle school friend is pregnant.

What did you last use scissors for? To open something in the kitchen, can't remember exactly what.

Who have you helped move? My ex Jason.

At what age did you get your first period? (Sorry if this one question doesn’t apply to you) I want to say 12. I'm pretty sure I was in the 6th grade.

And what age was your first kiss? *I* count my first real kiss being at 16. It was mutual and consensual. I was kissed *by* someone when I was 15, but I turned into a statue, I didn't want to be kissed at all, and even in elementary school (pre-k and I think it happened in kindergarten too), I had two boys who would chase me to hug and kiss me without permission. One of the boys changed schools, but the other - Christopher - I had to keep dealing with.

With whom are you planning trips currently? I'm not planning trips with anyone right now.

What size is your bed? Queen.

What is the last YouTube channel you watched? John Twolfe, it's John Wolfe's gaming channel, he's been my favorite lately.

Who is the last friend you spent time with? He's more than a friend, but Girt. If you don't count him, Summer, for her birthday dinner.

How many people have texted/messaged you today? No texts, but I've messaged Girt and Nohr in Discord.

Last person to comment on your anything? I told a niece happy birthday on FB and she replied to it.

When was the last time you painted your nails? What colour(s)? Oh it has been YEARS, I honestly don't have the slightest idea.

What’s your least favourite alcoholic drink? I honestly haven't tried too much, but I do know I hate wine.

When you’re upset, do you tend to comfort eat or lose your appetite? I'm an absolute comfort eater. It's a large reason I'm obese.

Who was the last person to send you a message on Facebook? Does/did that person go to the same school as you? My mom, and we went to the same college.

What is your favourite brand of haircare products? I don't have a favorite.

Have you bought any alcoholic drinks in the past week? No.

Has a stranger ever offered to buy you a drink? No, I'd honestly be scared of this person. This is not something I would find flattering or attractive.

When was the last time you used a public toilet? Uhhhh I'm not sure.

What is something you’d be happy to receive as a gift, that doesn’t cost a lot? Pajama pants are a big thing on my list this year. I want more that fit the way I like.

Has anyone ever asked for your phone number, and you refused to give it to them? No.

Do you have a favourite comfort food, that you absolutely must eat whenever you’re ill or upset? Not a food, but a drink: Mountain Dew, especially Mountain Dew Voltage. If I've had a rough day, I REALLY want one, more than normal.

If you were to decide now that you wanted to get drunk, what alcohol is available in your house? I don't even think we have any.

What kind of music does your significant other/crush like to listen to? The same as I do: metal and rock.

When was the last time you ate cake? What type of cake was it? Summer's birthday dinner. It was a mix of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what colour his/her eyes were? Jason, brown.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently? Her name's Erica, one of my nieces.

Do your grandparents ever ask you about your love life? All my grandparents have passed, but no, they didn't.

Who was the last new artist you came across, that you really liked? I'm not sure. Probably someone on Instagram.

What was the last thing a friend bought for you? Girt bought Advil for my toothache while I was at his house.

Do you like Rice Krispie Treats? I do.

Are you a fan of Pokemon? I am! I'm not big on the games, they're too repetitive for me and I'm also not good at learning type weaknesses and strengths, although I do like Pokemon GO. I love the creatures themselves and the show was one of my first obsessions.

Do you like chips and salsa? Love it.

How many couches are there in your house? Two, both are just two-seaters. One came with the house.

Are you using a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Have you ever been depressed? I've been depressed since I hit puberty, I have it chronically and severely.

Have you ever felt torn between two guys/girls? I have, I was once torn between Jason and Juan before Jason and I got together. Thank the fucking lord Juan and I never got serious to be honest, he was not a good person and I dread to think what could have happened between us.

What is your ethnicity/culture/heritage? I'm Caucasian with German, Irish, and Polish heritage, that I know of. I don't really know Dad's heritage, I don't think he does either.

Do you enjoy going to the dentist? HELL NO. I used to not mind, but then I started to pay for dental neglect because of depression, and now I hate it. I dread the appointment I have coming up.

When did you last eat something you didn’t like? Honestly, I don't eat things I don't like. Even to "be polite," I can't fake that shit.

Do you think you’d survive if zombies took over the world? Hell no. The VAST majority of people wouldn't, I really don't get those folks who get excited over this topic, like no, odds are so immensely high you're dead, too.

Do you like the colour yellow at all? Yellow is actually one of my least favorite colors. I don't mind a pastel yellow, though.

If you were to write a novel, what would it be about? Definitely my meerkat RP universe.

Do you think fortune tellers are the devil’s messengers (haha)? I think they're manipulating people.

Have you ever had a serious issue involving your eyes? I mean, I have terrible vision in especially my right eye. I also have an astigmatism. Nothing terribly serious, though.

Have you ever watched South Park? Who’s your favorite character? I never cared much for it. I found the humor usually immature, but I also didn't hate it.

Do you have sensitive teeth? Kinda, but especially lately with my bad tooth I've mentioned.

Do you turn pale when you get sick? I've been told I do before throwing up?

Does it bother you to get shots in the mouth? Does it hurt? Yes, these are my worst experiences with needles. Getting a shot deep into the roof of my mouth at the dentist once was my worst dental experience I've had, it was an absolute nightmare, and I mean that. While keeping my head still of course, I was basically writhing in that chair.

Is anything exciting coming up in the next three months? Christmas of course, and I'll have my birthday, plus my youngest niece's.

Have you ever thought you might just have obsessive compulsive disorder? I have a form of OCD, the obsessive ruminations sort, but I'm on a medication that works for it. I'm not the ritualistic OCD.

Does it creep you out to see people with mullets? ?????????? a hairstyle is supposed to creep me out??????????

What is your biggest responsibility in your household? Taking care of my cat and snake.

Do you ever wonder what your exes are doing? Sure, I think that's normal if you were once close to somebody.

Do you use the Oxford Comma? Yes.

Do you enjoy baking? If so, what’s the last thing you made? No.

Are you a playlist making type of person, or do you just shuffle all your songs? I'm a "pick and song and binge it on repeat" type person. If I have my iPod, I'll listen to a song by artist.

Let’s say you would make great money doing so… would you ever be a beekeeper? Nah.

Are you a country music fan? No, I tend to really dislike country. There are certainly exceptions, though.

Do you have the cilantro "tastes like soap" gene? Or do you enjoy it? I'm actually not sure??? I'd have to eat something I knew had cilantro in it.

Do you believe in an afterlife? I don't. I kinda wonder if remnants of our conscienceness remain, like I think I believe in ghosts to some extent, but I don't think we're really fully "there." I think death is like before we were born, just nothingness.

Do you think there is one true god and the others are fake or what are your thoughts on religion altogether? I don't believe in a god and I despise organized religion.

Have you ever had any unusual pets? Would you ever want one? This depends on what you classify as "unusual." Yes, I tend to like less traditional pets, but of course still those that do well in domesticity, nothing too crazy.

Have you ever watched Dragon Tales? What was your most watched show as a child? I LOVED this show!!! I had a plushy of the two-headed one. My favorite show as a child was Pokemon.

What do you think of leaving Christmas trees up year-round and decorating them for different holidays? I wouldn't do it, but I don't care if you do. Do what brings you joy if it's hurting no one.

Would you rather give up bread or cheese for the rest of your life? Cheese.

Do you have a fan in the room you're in? I do, but it's not on.

What's something you wish you liked but you don't? Soup/stew. Mom's got something in the crockpot right now and it's made me think about it. Healthy, filling, but I just don't like anything I've tasted.

What's something you've been made fun of for before? My weight.

Have you ever been to a drive-in movie? No. I think it'd be a fun experience.

Would you rather listen to rock or rap music? Rock, I generally hate rap.

What's something you have a strong opinion on? Abortion rights, LGBTQ+ rights, general body autonomy, liberty for Palestine, free universal healthcare, equal treatment and rights for POC, meerkats never being pets, etc. I have a lot of strong opinions, I'm very opinionated.

Do you like watching scary movies? I'm not really a movie person, but I do tend to *favor* scary movies.