I had an idea. @sensei-venus
Imagine if best friends Reader and Tory were hanging out on the beach, just having a good time, laughing at their own lame jokes. They stand around in the water and splash each other because they can. It's just a chill day.
But as things wind down and the sun starts to set, people leave. They don't wanna go yet because they know once they leave, their carefree day is over and it's back to responsibilities and whatnot. So they sit on their towels and eat snacks as people walk by, leaving the ocean behind.
When things clear up, Reader jumps up and shouts, "Race you to the water!"
She runs off before Tory is even on her feet, and never backing away from a challenge, her friend follows. They're laughing and having a good time. Reader runs into the ocean and kicks and shouts her declaration of winning. She dances and laughs in Tory's face, who throws water at her for it. They get into another water fight, unaware of the eyes watching them from a little further out.
That is until Tory spots two guys over by rocks under the boardwalk nearby. She's kind of curious about them, never seeing them there before or ever for that matter. Maybe they were from out of town, tourists or something. It wasn't unheard of since the beach makes their home a place to be. However, it's their undivided attention that makes her question what they're doing here.
"Hey, check out those guys," she says, making Reader turn to look. Tory frowns as the pair perk up at their attention. "Why are they watching us like that?"
"I have a better question," Reader says and points in their direction. "Why are they on those rocks. Don't they know it's dangerous?"
"Indont know, and quite frankly, I don't care," Tory says, rather protective of her best friend. She grabs Reader's hand and starts walking back to the beach. "Let's get out of here."
"But what if they get hurt? The tide is rising, what if they don't know how dangerous it is? What if they need help? The beach is almost empty," Reader says, and she's right. There's almost no one else around. If something were to happen, there'd be no one to call for help. "We should at least go make sure they're gonna leave soon."
Tory stops and turns to her, a stern look on her face. But she breaks easily at Reader's chubby faced puppy dog eyes. She's never been able to say no to that pouty lip. "Ugh! Fine, but stay close to me when we walk over there."
So they pack up their things and walk over in their sun hats. They guys are still chilling and as they get closer, the girls realize they can't see the guys from the waist down. They're half in the water and part way on the rocks, but seem stable even as the waters rush by and crush into the rocks.
"Hey losers! I don't know if you realize this, but being near those rocks is gonna really mess you up!" Tory shouts at them.
The boys look at each other and laugh, which get the quick tempered Tory to huff.
"Get lost in the ocean for all I care! I wasn't even the one worried about your lousey out of town asses!" she yells and flips them the finger. Reader is quick to pull her arm down and throw and apologetic look at the boys.she smiles. "She didn't mean that! She just means that it's gonna get pretty rough once the sun goes down! There use to be signs all over here about how dangerous it is, but I guess they got swept away!"
One boy turns to the other and laughs. "Oh man! Wait, I think I have one of those things!"
"Dude, shut up," the other boy tells him. "They don't care."
The girls are confused. The guys are a little strange and Tory is ready to get out of there, but Reader is too nice sometimes...
"What's your names?" she calls out to them. She doesn't like to raise her voice much, but with the crashing of waves so close, it's a must.
They smile back and the louder of the two shouts back. "I'm Hawk and this is Robby!"
Just as Reader is about to respond, Tory grabs her arm. She seethes, "What are you doing? We don't know them."
"Uh, yeah, I know, that's why I asked for their names," Reader tells her in a 'duh' sort of tone. She giggles before turning back to the guys. "I'm Reader and this is my friend Tory!"
"Pretty names for pretty gurls!" Robby calls out to them.
Tory throws him a glare before turning to Reader. "Look, they obviously wanna die on the rocks. Let's just get out of here."
She turns to walk away, but Reader grabs her arm to stop her. "Don't say that," she whines before turning to the guys again. "What are you guys doing over there!"
Hawk grins. "Oh nothing! Just hanging out!"
"Being creeps," Tory grumbles under her breath. She crosses her arms over her chest as she stands there, waiting for Reader to finish up there. However, she was ill prepared for what her friends said next.
"Well why don't you join us? We're going to the pizza parlor down the road," she told them with a smile. She caught the weird look Hawk and Robby gave each other, but neither said anything to the other. She laughed it off. "What, you don't like pizza?"
Robby spoke as Hawk opened his mouth, seemingly not wanting him to say something. "We can't, we've already... got plans."
The words come out a little stilted and weird. Tory doesn't like it and makes sure they know that by glaring them down.
---I'm stopping this here because I don't know where it was going, but I liked the idea so I don't want to straight up delete it. So here, have this unfinished nonsense that I have zero motivation to rework or finish rn---
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Charlotte drabble [Loveless Creek]
Absolutely tearing my hair out rn cause I apparently forgot how to write a continuing story. So drabbles it is
Charlotte is a beautiful woman and she absolutely knows that and uses that to her advantage until you came along. Her charm simply didn't work the way that she expected it to. She's so used to people exchanging things for favors but you didn't want anything in return. Not a kiss or even dinner. You just wanted to help and help is what you did.
She wasn't one to believe in genuine kindness without the want for a reward so one day after you bought her a gift unprompted she broke down and asked you why were you doing this. Why didn't you want anything? Just why. And you looked at her tear stained face and all you could say is "Because I want to. There's no ulterior motive. I just want to bought you nice things and do things for you. That's all. Nothing else." And for the first time in a very long time Charlotte was reminded that she wasn't a prize to be won. That people just want to do things for her and not want anything back.
It was a strange feeling.
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These little fuckers are round gobies. They are a freshwater goby that's invasive in Michigan, and they're in the nearby lake. They're distinct from the four native species due to their fused pelvic fins (middle pic) and a big black dot at the rear of their front dorsal fin. Though some other gobies have spots on their fins, NO Michigan-native species has a fused pelvic fin. These guys are very aggressive feeders and are very good at outcompeting native gobies.
They're also extremely good at stealing bait off big hooks as people on the docks reel in their lines. In particular, the bastard in the bottom photo stole my bait two days ago, so I caught him and filleted him for Bug.
Today, after acquiring smaller hooks, I went back and got 16 more, and educated several other fishers about their invasive nature. I got two turned over to me by others, and caught 14 more myself.
One man wandered over and asked why I was catching them on purpose. It was too much trouble to explain my feelings about invasive species, so I just told him, one of them stole my bait two days ago. He stopped watching my bobber and boggled at me and goes:
"You're doing this for revenge?"
So now there's some guy in town that thinks I am exacting revenge upon fish kind for a single stolen worm.
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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.
love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.
love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.
love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.
maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.
recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
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Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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