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Day 4: Let's go home

Shibari | Kakashi Hatake

Warnings: 18+ content (MDI) Oral. Fem receiving, Shibari, Public, blink and you miss it plot. Established relationship. Anbu! F. Reader, Takes place pre-Shippuden a week before the time skip, Infiltration expert, Minor off-screen character death

Wc: 2.8k

The cries of the cicadas only grew louder as the sun sailed through the sky. You groan at what that meant, your underlayer was already drenched with sweat, and you couldn’t believe it was about to get muggier. You did not doubt that the bean jam cakes in your satchel were more paste than anything by now. It's a shame you hadn’t gotten to eat them fresh when you stopped at Ama-ama an. You should’ve put them in a scroll.

You were grateful that your party was nearing the land of wind's borders. You’d take the dry air of the desert any day over the gross humidity on the coasts of the land of rivers. You scan the treeline across the bank when your group of four reaches the forest's edge. Yoriichi holds out an arm when you begin to step out from behind the tree. “Wait it’s dangerous we have to look first.”

You withheld a roll of your eyes and once again questioned your sources. You allow him to do his lookout and turn to observe the other two as they watch him with rapt attention. A trio of merchants with no merchandise, always traveling to pick up their stock, records clean but no verifiable customers. Sloppy. You were positive they were informants for Akatsuki. They were a ‘family business’, wife, husband, and grandparent.

The grandfather used a cane well he did until three weeks ago when he’d discretely discarded it. Husband, Yoriichi’s dual-wielding swords appear to be double the price of their reported profits. And wife, Haga Rina. While the other two are just S-class rouges she’s an SS class rank nin from Iwa. She was your main reason for tailing this group in particular. There were rumors of Iwagakure employing Akatsuki. You watched her sharp eyes scan the terrain and after weeks of travel, it looked like the other two were unaware of her ninja status.

“Clear,” Yoriichi called. You wondered how she’d ended up with the others. “You have to be more careful.”

“S-sorry.” You turn your gaze downwards. They were part of her cover but you weren’t sure how much they knew.

“No awareness, I don’t know how you made it as far as you did alone.” Yuuta the ‘grandfather’ scolded. Keeping with the character you were playing you balled your fist, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Granddad that’s enough.” The Rina chides. She walks up to you to squeeze your shoulder in sympathy. “Don’t mind him, we’re not blaming you but like Yoriichi said be more mindful.” You raise your eyes to hers and meet her kind smile. “We have to get you to Suna in one piece, can’t keep that new niece waiting!”

“Thank you.” You mumbled following behind them as they walked closer to the rushing water. As a civilian from the land of fangs, you had no concept of the danger the rest of the world had to offer. Or at least that’s what they’d concluded when they found you stumbling through fire territory on your way to the desert to see your recently widowed sister.

“We just need to find a way across.” Rina and Yoriichi went to gauge how deep the river was. Which only served to stump you. It would’ve been much easier to trek through the northern slopes of the land of rivers by the well-travel roads near Takigakure. Where the river wouldn’t be as deep and hell it would’ve been a lot less humid, with more shade and night cover too. Your current path puts you far south of Taki, one of the smaller hidden villages, you didn’t know much about them except for their rumored hero water. That and they’ve never been invaded, would be hard considering the numerous caves that littered their terrain.

With a lax daimyo and sparse forces, you pondered the probability of the Akatsuki taking residence there. You were pulled from your thoughts by ‘granddad’ Manjiro’s loogie hitting the ground.

“Ew” Manjiro ignored you wiping his sweaty forehead as he sat on a stump to watch the shoreline. You sat as well watching the slow-moving current. You were picking threads from your damp clothes when you sensed them. A group of five headed toward your location. They were moving fast definitely ninja. Your theory was proven when they raced across the water.

“Girl, get behind me!” You allow Manjiro to pull on your arm, letting him shield you behind him. Yoriichi and Rina took up a loose manji formation in front of you. The beige clothing of the group in front of you let you know they were Suna nin before you caught the hourglass glinting off the metal plates. They easily surrounded you.

“Manjiro and Yoriichi Tsuda.” What you assumed was the leader spoke. “Tell us what you know of Sasori of the red sand.” Your gaze flickered between the two.

“We don’t know who that is!” Rina shouted, all eyes turned to her until one of the sand ninjas came up to whisper something into his leader’s ear.

“This doesn’t concern an Iwa nin.” He sneered. Yoriichi and Manjiro looked at her in surprise and your previous thoughts were confirmed. She reached down to unveil a kunai. “You're surrounded and outclassed.” Another sand nin scoffed.

“And what makes you think we know anything.” Yoriichi spat.

“Your friend here.” He pointed to ‘granddad’ “Is rumored to be meeting him at this point.”

They looked amongst themselves and you amended the information in your head. They were all involved with reporting to Akatsuki. Looks like they all knew that at least. You flinched back when one of the nin pointed towards you.

“She’s not involved. She’s a civilian we’re escorting to Suna.” Rina blocked their view of you. Her genuine concern gave you pause, you may have misjudged her. She was alright for an Iwa nin but you squash the thought of camaraderie, you're not sure if she’d be as kind if she knew you were from Konoha.

“We’ll verify that later. Now don’t make this difficult. Turn around and drop to your knees.” You saw movement in the trees. The flak jackets of the Suna nin marked them as Jonin, they hadn’t caught the figure moving. As soon as Yoriichi’s knees hit the ground the rest of you followed suit.

Your hands were pulled behind your back and you let them bind your wrists, forearms, and ankles together. Nothing you couldn’t escape from. After blindfolding you they carried you four across the water, the spray leaving your clothes sodden. You let them manhandle you for a few miles till you feel your stomach swoop. The nin tightens his hold, his arm digging into your side before he hits the ground. You groan at the landing and he sets you down, you’re leaning against the rough bark of a tree from what you can feel.

“Why’d we stop?”

“We’re being followed. Two people.” You figured they would have a sensor type. But three people were zoning in on you. One closer than the others. The sudden screaming was enough to have you shimming out of your bindings. You weren’t given the chance to shout when a palm closed over your mouth. You were back in the air, your now free hand reaching for your hidden knives. Once the familiar weight of the kuani was in your palm you swiped at your abductor.

The sudden strike caused him to drop you, he swoops down after you, grimacing behind his mask when your body collides with a thick branch. Ice fills his veins when you continue to fall after the hit. Kakashi grabs your unconscious form before you hit the ground. He puts enough distance between you and the group, reaching a new clearing and setting up wards and genjutsu traps. He rolls out a mat, removes your damp clothes, and waits for you to come to.

You’re not aware of it till a week later when you're back at the bank with a couple of sand ninjas trying to track the trio and a group of missing Suna nin. Following the trail you reach the clearing they held you in to your dismay, the area is destroyed, with clay residue sticking to the metal plate of a hidden stone headband. You pocket the forehead protector and Yoriichi’s swords that survived the blast. Kakashi and by extension, your Hokage saved your life that day by calling you back to the leaf.

The canopy trees wave down at you when you awake, a groan slipping past your lips at the dull ache in your jaw. You sense him before you see him, and when you do your body slumps over in relief.

Hound.

The porcelain mask looks as eerie as ever as he stares down at you. “You know Suna is our ally right?” He nods and you sigh. “What happened now?”

“Naruto’s coming home.” You raise a brow and he continues. “Tsunade wants you around as an extra guard.” Right, the tailed beasts are still being hunted, and regardless of Jiraiya’s prowess having more people look out for him wouldn’t hurt. And while your current mission was important you really wanted to see how big Kushina and Lord Fourth’s kid has gotten.

“Okay, looks like Suna’s gonna have to take care of them. But more importantly… Kakashi why am I still tied up?”

“So that I don’t get maimed.”

“Okay, makes sense. I do get stabby when I wake up but then why am I naked?” At that, you can almost see the sheepish expression behind the Inu mask.

“One of the world's greatest mysteries.”

“Kakashi!”

“Your clothes are wet.” He points over to the damp fabric drying on a log. You concede and start trying to shimmy out of the knots. Wait a minute. The layout of how you were tied is vastly different from before. Where the Suna nins had bound you so tight your wrists hurt, there was some give now.

“How long was I out?”

“Five minutes,” he murmured, his pale fingers running up the ropes binding your calves to your thighs. The ladder formation ends on your upper thigh on both legs, your plush skin bulging over the thick ropes. Your arms are still behind your back, your forearms together. The rope that binds them together is looped around your torso, the brown rope digs into your upper arms, around your neck, and down your collarbone. From there it splits off to frame your breasts and your face grows warm the longer you stare down at yourself.

“K-kakashi s-seriously?” the way your tied up spreads your legs open, your pussy facing the grove of trees and the last Hatake in front of you.

“What?” He asks as if you're not already beginning to drip for him. You feel his calloused fingers inch up your thigh, shuddering when they reach your sensitive inner thighs. “Want me to untie you?”

You're not sure if you want him to. You hadn’t seen him in months and frankly, thoughts of him plagued you throughout your mission. You stare into the dark holes of his mask, the red glow of his Sharingan letting you know that he’s committing the sight to memory. He doesn’t have to ask again because you shake your head no and let his cool palms splay over your thighs.

The tease runs his fingers over the sides of your cunt, thumbs just barely parting your lips before he traces his hands up your body. They skirt around your breasts and follow the dip of your throat before reaching your jaw. His fingers prod the bruising skin and hiss you squeezing your eyes shut at the pain. There’s a cool sensation against your jaw and a pale green light fills your vision when you open your eyes.

“That’s so unfair.” He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finishes healing the bruise. He places his anbu issued mask off to the side and you get to see his pretty eyes. They’re soft as he stares down at you and you can see the indent of a smile in the dark fabric of his other mask. His eyes curve up further when you purse your lips in ask for a kiss.

Your lips meet the material of his mask, his breath warm against you. The cicadas continue to chirp around you when he pulls away. His eyes rake down your form, the heat in them makes you squirm. His hands leave your face, gliding down your shoulders and over your breasts. Once they reach the base he presses them up, squeezing the soft flesh in his palms watching as you arch into his touch. His thumbs brush over your pebbled nipples and he leans down to press a kiss between the valley of your breast.

You sigh pleasantly when he lets one of his hands slide down the curve of your stomach down to your pulsing heat. He looks up at you from his lashes when his fingers reach the wetness between your thighs. He doesn’t have to dip his fingers near your entrance to wet them as they just slide against your sticky folds.

“Missed me that much? Or does doing it outside turn you on?” You gape at him, eyebrows raised to your hairline at his words.

“Y-You!” You cut off at the single word, your head tilting back as his fingers press down on your clit.

“Me?” You can hear the grin in his voice and you know he’s only acting like this because of that naughty missive you sent him four weeks ago. Wicked fingers part your slick folds and you gasp into his mouth when he sinks a thick finger into you.

“Mmm” god you missed him. His lips leave you and you blink your eyes open to see him slide down his mask with his unoccupied hand. He feeds your hungry cunt another finger before his lips are back on yours. He kisses you hotly, plush lips insistent and wet against your own as he thrusts his fingers into you.

“Ah!” He leaves your mouth wanting as he spreads his fingers, sissoring your constricting walls apart. His silver locks tickle your stomach as he kisses down your torso. Dark grey and red stare up at you from between your legs and you ache to run your fingers through his spiky hair. Instead, you bite your lip and try pushing up into him when he kisses your mound. You whine when he removes his fingers. “Kashi please~”

“Be patient.” His hot tongue runs down your slit and had your legs been free they’d have snared his head in their grasp. He laps your cunt leisurely, sight trained on your pinched brows and bitten lips. His fingers slide back into your hot cunt, your silky walls swallowing his fingers with ease, desperate to have him deeper. You buck up into him when his tongue circles the hood of your clit, he follows the action with firm strokes of his tongue.

You cry out his name when he pulls his mouth away to blow on your sensitive bean. He thinks you look cute like this, your bottom lip quivering as he hovers over your pussy. His fingers that know thousands of jutsus search your smooth walls for “F-fuck! There!”

His fingers squelch against your cunt with each drag. And his pale pink lips are soaked with your juices. And that devilish little beauty mark on the left corner of his mouth glistens in the evening sunlight. You’re gone when his pretty lips wrap around your clit once more, his cheeks hollowing as he slurps and sucks on your clit. Your toes curl and your back arches up into him when your cum had your hands have been free they would’ve been deep in his hair pushing him deeper between your sloppy pussy.

He lets you breathe, allowing you to come down from your first orgasm in weeks. His fingers leave your still-pulsing walls and his hands run up your sides. He watches as your breathing slows and waits for you to get back to him. He’d always wait for you and he’d always come to retrieve you when need be. He was well aware of the irony in his namesake- Hound. When you came to he gave you, your favorite fanged tooth smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey back, ...I missed you ‘Kashi.”

Kakashi wasn’t going to tell you he missed you. He rarely did, sparse whispered moments, with his lips between your shoulder blades. He didn’t have to though because he always shows you whether it’s with the graze of his fingers on your skin or the absolute adoration in his heterochromatic eyes. You laugh to yourself thinking of just how much emotion he can put forth with one visible eye.

“?”

“Nothing.” you smile. He shakes his head at you and then he’s doing it again, his dark grey eyes melt for you. And, he’s looking at you like you painted the sky and hung the stars. He stares at you like your home. He plants another kiss on your lips, the taste of you on his lips. The next is at the tip of your nose, your eyes cross when he kisses between your brows, and his chuckle ghosts down your face. The soft pressure of his lips against your forehead warms your cheeks.

“...Let’s go home.”

Kinktober2024|Masterlist

#“Untie me first.” <- was gonna add this to the end but I wanted to keep it cute #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake smut #anbu kakashi #kakashi x you #kakashi hatake x you

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princessdimondheart · 2 years ago

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💀COD: Modern Warfare II Masterlist💀

🚫No Requests🚫

🔖 Taglist

Guide:

🔪- violence | 😭- angst | 🔥- NSFW 18+ MDI | 🥺- fluff

Note: Posts irregular. Any x Reader posts are usually female unless marked otherwise. All character headers are created by myself so please don't use without permission. I DO NOT give permission to repost on other sites, translate or otherwise copy/plagiarize any of my works. Thank you.

Last Update: 4/20/2024 USA

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Task Force 141

That Time of the Month | TF-141 x Reader | Oneshot | 🥺

➖ Reader gets her period.

It’s The Dog | Ghost x f! OC | 🔪😭🔥🥺

➖A Ghost and a woman and a dog…. What could go wrong?

Prologue | Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 [Soon]

Hot Tamales | Ghost x Canis + TF-141 + Los Vaqueros | Oneshot | 🥺

➖ Canis is homesick so she makes everyone some tamales. The team loves them.

Interlude: It’s The Puppy | Canis + Riley | Oneshot | 🥺 [Soon] ➖ The time Riley came into Canis’ life.

Tells | Ghost x Secret Wife! Reader | Oneshot | 🥺

➖Johnny meets his L.t.’s wife after realizing that he should have known about her long ago.

Friendly Ghosts in the Shadows | Ghost x Reader | Oneshot | 🔪 🥺

➖Reader runs into Task Force 141, after they completed their mission, under not so good circumstances. Ghost is intimidating to certain people and he walks her home.

Until I Found You | Ghost x Reader | Oneshot | (Soon)

➖(Summary soon, in process of writing)

The Twins | Ghost x Reader | Oneshot | 🔪😭🥺

➖Ghost meets the children he never knew he had… but in the worst case scenario.

Rave | Gaz x Reader | Oneshot | 🔥😭

➖How Kyle met the love of his life while covered in holo glitter.

Sea of Cortéz | Price x Daughter! Reader x OC | Oneshot/Series TBD | 🔪😭

➖While John conversed a lot with his daughter through text, the last time Price physically saw his daughter was several years ago. The Captain learns that his daughter isn’t who he thought she was. Now just who the hell was on the other side of that damn phone?

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.?

Incorrect MWII Quotes:

1 - Ovulating | Ghost x Reader

2 - Proposal | Soap x Reader

3 - Pink Mug | Ghost x Reader

4 - Your Son | Ghost x Reader + Soap

5 - Dress Up | Ghost x Reader + TF 141 + Shepherd

6 - Pspsps | König x Reader

7 - Baby Knife | Ghost x Reader + Baby #2

8 - Section 8 | Canis (It’s The Dog) + Riley + Instructors

9 - Wake Up~ | Ghost x Reader + Soap | Video

10 - Bloody Carpet | Price + Teen! Reader + Mrs. Price

11 - He Don’t Bite | Canis + Riley + AQ Member

12 - Like a Tree | König x Reader

13 - .exe | Ghost x Pregnant! Reader

14 - Kabedon | König x Reader

15 - Happy Birthday | Ghost x Reader + TF-141

16 - Boston Tea Party | TF-141 + Reader

17 - Cucaracha | Roach x Reader

18 - Burn Them Off | Soap x Reader

19 - Period. | TF-141 + Reader + Dumb Privates

20 - Boobs | Ghost x Reader

21 - Double. D. | TF-141

22 - Bed Sheets | TF-141 + Reader | Halloween

23 - Sunset | Soap x Reader

24 - Turducken | TF-141 + Reader | Thanksgiving

25 - GRADUATION | Ghost x Reader + TF-141

26 - New Year | TF-141

27 - Valentine’s Day | TF-141 + Reader

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canaidliafail · 2 years ago

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Stay grounded pt.4

[ part 5]

streamer abby x streamer reader 🌿 MDI

notes: alright so this was long. almost 4k words if Im right but its cause I had a lot I wanted to say. This episode is a lil more depressing then the rest since I spoke a bit on loss & trauma. I hope you don’t mind that and still enjoy reading it 🤍 it does end on a very positive note though :>

CW: trauma and mentions of loss of parental figures, sexual content, alcohol usage and Abby being a community strap

•ABBY’s POV•

•if I leave, maybe I can start again , Do right on the wrongs and have a better chance •

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In your darkest hours, when it's most difficult to stay afloat you will find yourself in absolute cold white solitude . It's not that you don’t have friends, it's that your fall tends to happen when everyone is away,

you friends will have exams or an important event, your parents will most likely be drowning in work.

such is the course of life. So with bared teeth and a tense jaw you have no choice but to march on. Abby's downfall came in the form of persistent nightmares where she would see her dad. Every year near his death’s anniversary she would become a shell of herself and in those weak moments she leaped back into old habits and sought out comfort in old connections. Until the consequences of those actions caught up to her and she paid double the price in fallen friendships and blackmail

In grief your judgment is clouded. Your anger takes the best of you but see, the world doesn’t owe you an apology.You know, you don’t get over a loved one's death. You just learn to live with it. Live with that and every other hard bitter truth. And that's what Abby learned to do.

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Abby enjoyed her routine and the way she had neatly organized every aspect of her life. She maintained a perfect balance of secrecy and exposure and kept everything under wraps, emotions included. Her manager did occasionally usher her to post more scandalous things since she was about to open an onlyfans but abby remained adamant that her crowd would find out about it without her saying so much as a word

Everything had a plan and purpose and everything was peaceful. Until you came into her life out of nowhere. She could not understand why did her mind stay so hangup on your name after that stream but she was sure she had seen it before.

perhaps in a fanart or maybe a shoutout?

so she went to check that day her socials until she saw your repost and the familiar username popped up cottoncandy

she looked at it and went through your profile and hated how intrigued she was by your interests but mostly by your appearance. There was something too unique to pass by and so she had decided to close her phone and go to the gym.

I can not allow someone in my life right now. Everything is in its place and it just…it wont work

She tried to convince herself while getting dressed. But you lingered in her mind like a vulture circling around waiting to pounce. There was a girl at her gym, one that she didn't know her name but she was presentable and had a spunky attitude and most importantly, really wanted Abbys attention. Abby was in the middle of taking a break between sets and took off her cap to wipe her face from the sweat with her gym towel. The girl approached her then and had her usual chatter that often times lasted around three…maybe four minutes. This time she was determined to ask Abby out. And Abby normally would agree without giving much thought into it. Nora once had called her community strap and she hated how well that nickname fit. When the question came though Abby found herself putting on her black hat back on and lowering it enough that the shadow would cover her eyes,rejecting the expecting girl curtly and went back to her sets with more force than usual. Because nothing today went “as it usually fucking would”

When she went back home she spent a good few hours stalking you and then another few denying she did that.

she texted Nora who unceremoniously left her on

read

“fuck” abby mumbled

It had been…years since she felt a spark of interest towards someone. Sure she was sexually active. Ever since she had her sexuality figured out she spent a year making up for lost time sleeping left and right with every woman that winked at her. However none of those girls -which did not lack in wit or looks in any way- piqued her interest. So she was bothered by you and why you were on her mind so much. She doom scrolled your entire page and when that was no longer enough she searched your YouTube channel to find your videos. 2.

Only two videos which meant thats how much it took for you to move to streaming. She rested on her couch and Alice whined next to her

“I do not need my own dog bullying me right now” she growled and Alice laid on her bed feigning innocence. She put your video playing in the background.and would chuckle at your jokes and then she would actually break into loud laughter and would replay a moment in awe. Eventually when wrapping up the video you sat back and had a talk in response to an older question

-I like this game.it speaks on the experience of loss which ,well…anyone who has personally lived through it would know how isolating that feeling is. I like that. Most importantly I like that depending on where you are in life you will take a very different message from this game, the purpose of revenge, forgiveness or acceptance. Or maybe something else that I am not in that stage to grasp yet. Highly recommend you guys play it as well-

She was taken aback. She didn't expect this video to end on such a note and she felt her heart ache. Not in pain but in something else entirely. Her frustration turned into delight. She started liking what you did to her and that was enough for her to make a move

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Ellie and Abby had a weird relationship. Abby no longer hated her but she didn’t like her either, however being in the same community and city meant you would have to be involved one way with one another thus she took the smart, professional decision to keep things civil. It was her managers request really, no. It was a demand actually but she followed through. So while they occasionally would post a pic whenever they hang out, Abby wanted nothing more to do with her unless necessary and she believed that the feelings were mutual.

However when she saw Ellie take notice of you the way she had something snapped. Abby had the privilege of being in Ellie “close friends” story and saw the upcoming comment of her admiring you and she got jealous. so she had to pull something. Something to keep you focused on her.

Her insecurities always got the best of her in times like this and when it happened she was irrational. She decided buying you that beloved statue that you mentioned more than once on your streams would send the message clearly

you didn’t. Because gifts were anonymous. But someone did get the message a few days later

“explain this purchase please” he asked mad and impatient

“Thought you wanted me to branch out and go international. She is an upcoming streamer and-“

“oh. So its a she. Explains a lot then. Should I be concerned for more large expenses on behalf of your breaching out?”

said her manager with a sharp tone. Abby pursed her lips and looked up and away in concentration. Truthfully she was bad at this. at being professional. That's why she had a manager. She forgot to account for the fact that the transactions she made went through him, which was usually a good thing. She forgot why now, but it was

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid…well-“

she tried and she heard Isaacs deep breathing on the other line

“yes?”

silence

“abby speak. I’ve known you long enough”

“So I thought of sending her a video…would that be good?”

“I do not want to know about your private sex life”

“no see I won’t directly send it…”

more silence. Abby chewed on her lip and rubbed her neck. She was sitting on her gaming chair ready to film and she was hot and ready enough which she feared Isaacs boring tone would turn her off and would ruin her plan

“It has to be behind a paywall. Abby this is business and even though I don’t want to ruin whatever fairytale shit you are living in you can’t keep doing whatever you want, you have a name and”

she put he phone on speaker and left it on her desk. she walked to her kitchen, made a coffee and filled alices bowl with food. when she went back to the room Isaac was still talking

“alright so how much should I charge?”

“400. The way you usually do”

“400?! There’s no way she will pay that- She doesn’t even know it will be sent only to her” she protested and he groaned

“200?” she asked

“250 and that's final” and he finally hung up. She smiled and once she was back and ready she started filming.

it started slow and she didn’t really intend to go too far. just enough to give you a taste of her. She had a very clear image of you in her head. Eventually though her thoughts drifted to you between her thighs, on your knees and ready to taste her. She let out a sigh and her fingers circled her clit in slow motions. she pictured you biting the waistband and asking for permission, looking up at her with those lovely eyes. your voice came a lot cleared than she expected

“Can I? abs?” and she groaned and let out a chocked

-fuck- as her hand went lower and she started fingering herself. She tried to fool herself that it was your tongue against her folds instead of her rough calloused fingers

“fuck cotton-“ she whispered and folded in on herself as she started thrusting harder still not getting the satisfaction that she craved. she wanted to feel you. On top of her riding her strap and beneath her as she rode your face. She knew you would look good all messed up, makeup ruined from the heated session.

What did you sound like when you moaned ? Were you loud in bed ? did you talk a lot? were you shy?

Fuck I wanna know…I need to know you

and with that she came. she grabbed her phone and the 20 minute video she had planned had to be cut at the 3 minute mark due to her stupidity calling out your name. Loud and clear too. she sat on the floor and stared at the footage for a good few minutes before sending it and waiting with the tab open.

within the first hour she already feared that you would buy the video. she even considered deleting it and sending it for free. she could deal with Isaac tomorrow

but few minutes later she saw the pending turn to paid

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Almost as if in another timeline, she had to visit a professional on matters she deemed unimportant, and if they ever mattered to her, she now forgot why.

Abbys therapist was a woman cunning and smart and could decode everything about Abby. They had been working for a year. That was the longest that Abby ever stuck with the same therapist before running away in anger at the lack of progress. She was unsure if this one helped, but she did find herself accepting her anger and coming to terms with it. She would still cry about it and she would always stay spiteful to her peers that still had their parents close.

“I’m happy that you seem more willing to open up your heart again Abby. I have to ask though. Are you sure this isn’t a hopeful trauma bond that you are seeking to create?”

“No, definitely not. Sure I liked that she seemed more insightful and all but no, I just like her for all the other aspects” Her therapist took note of that and Abby felt insecure in herself and her decisions once again

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After her bold move on onlyfans, She did expect to get the silent treatment but she underestimated how stubborn you would be about it and that was a thing that really excited her.

such a brat

She held the plastic cup in her hand and stared at the clear liquid as it swished back and forth.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. What if she doesn’t even like me? I mean I know she has been following me for a while but that doesn’t say anything…”

Manny leaned against the table and crossed his arms in consideration.

“I dont know man I think she does like you, she’s probably just shy or something”

“shy?!Manny she hasn’t texted me in two days and we were supposed to call again last night”

“oh, so two days is too much but you leaving her on ready for weeks is fine?”

Abby rolled her eyes

“Do you have to remember every little thing?!” She looked around at the crowd dancing and playing beer pong. She didn’t even remember whose villa this was, only that it was a big shot youtubers that she got invited to. She usually avoided these events. Abby, despite of everyone's assumptions, was in fact shy and a little awkward and when Mel & Owen were at these parties it made her a lot more tense than she already was. She saw the couple in a corner kiss and then talk with others and eventually Mel would glare at Abby.

With a long sigh she grabbed her phone to check your profile. you had a story next to the statue she got you and she felt her cheeks heat up in excitement the room finally going quiet as her focus was directed at your photo. She slid up to respond to the image and was interrupted by someone getting a little too close to her personal space

“So you know her?” Ellie asked. Abby looked at the short girl and held back a scoff

“Kind of. We occasionally talk”

Ellie nod and looked around and then back at Abby

“Ugh…do you perhaps know if she is..single? or lesbian?”Abby sat on that and realized you actually had never explicitly announced your sexuality which made her reconsider every damn thing she did so far. Then came the next question.

were you even single ? or did she just make a move on someone who is spoken for?

Abby noticed ellie cock a brow and before she could smirk in triumph she locked her phone and shoved it in her pocket

“Yes she is but she already has her eyes on someone” She half lied. I mean she did hope you had your sights set on her but she couldn’t know for sure. You had talked about things before but somehow Abby never even thought to question you about those very crucial details.

“hm…I see” said Ellie and abby gave her a curt nod and excused herself. She was in no mood to talk to her any further than that but she felt uneasy. Ellie was persistent and Ellie was also, very openly a lesbian. she was attractive and there was no reason you wouldn’t be attracted to her.

“fuck this is so stupid” she mumbled to herself and went to fill her cup with more alcohol. there was no way she would be able to handle the night otherwise.

At this point two things were possible. She was drunk or she was seeing things. She double checked and indeed, there was a message from you. a few actually with videos attached and all. If she were at home, she would be screaming in ecstasy. she went to the bathroom for privacy and checked your chat which consisted of a mess of texts thanking her for the gift and the rest fawning over how ‘gorgeous Eivor looks in this size” and Abby bit her lip to stop herself from smiling anymore like an idiot. It was adorable. She watched the videos again and again of you showing her the statue which she didn't really care about but just your excited voice was enough for her to stay hooked on those three, 4 second clips.

Glad you liked the gift

Cotton candy: liked ????? My God I need to make it up to you somehow I don't know how, like dfjjdkrkge

A breathy chuckle escaped Abbys lips as her heart swelled at the sight of your texts. She noticed in the short span of talking to you that you tended to speak a lot more and a lot faster when it came to your interests. Without filter too and she liked that.

How about that call that you completely ghosted me on?

Cottoncandy: Ok listen I was…well

Cottoncandy: Fine sure. I’m free now if you are ?

Sure. I'll go take a shower and be back

And Abby rushed out of the bathroom and went straight to Manny to ask for her coat and car keys.

“What ,are you leaving?”

“Yeah sorry I’m not feeling so well, think I’m getting another migraine”

She said morphing her face into a pained expression and grabbed her leather jacket the minute he passed it over to her. She had never seen herself fold so fast over a girl and she was not in the mental state to acknowledge how embarrassing all of this was on her behalf

half an hour later when she was back home she immediately texted you trying to seem cool, relaxed, unbothered even

ready?

cottoncandy: sure :)

and she pressed “call”

__________

Things were just easier after that. She noticed you relax up and get bolder, responding to her posts more often and occasionally sending a text without waiting for her to post a story which she admitted to have started doing a lot more often for the sole purpose of giving you the push you needed to talk to her. You would often hang out at each other's streams and she quickly found out that when it came to humor, it was identical to one another and would throw jabs at each other that kept the chat entertained and Isaac pleased because your audience had new things to speculate. Abby was public with her friendships without disclosing anything more which left her audience running in circles and trying to pry more private information. This whole back and forth with you now reignited the audience's spark and due to how new it was, everyone seemed supportive and excited. In the back of her mind, Abby feared that this would eventually prove to be difficult to manage but she forced herself to stop rushing things in her head.

At the end of the day, so far you two were just friends who talked and, well, had probably simultaneously jacked off at the thought of one another without ever addressing that. That was another thing Abby chose not to speak about despite the fact that she would obsessively check on who purchased her sets to come to the sad realization that she had in fact scared you off her onlyfans.

She wasn’t sure if all of those were things she was supposed to feel, after all she had never taken it slow with anyone. Not that she ever gave them the time being that she would mostly do one night stands. With you it was different and she had to understand if it was due to the distance or if you were special to her after all

cottoncandy: Uni was AWFUL. I am actually dropping out

you are so dramatic

Came her response to which she received a fiery series of messages of you whining about how difficult things were before winter break.

cottoncandy: I honestly can't wait for it. I am so excited to just rest :)))

any plans? Do you have a trip planned with your friends or maybe your partner?

you read the message immediately but it took you a few minutes to respond and Abby gave a pat on her back in a derogatory way.

this is the worst possible way I could’ve asked if she is single

cottoncandy: no specific plans and no partner. I'll probably rot on my couch since my plans on going on a trip crumbled.I would cry but my tears run thin due to exams these days

You really like traveling dont you?

Cottoncandy: Who doesn’t ? I love visiting my friends abroad or vice versa

Abby didn't travel much. Not outside the country at least. She considered your messages and tried not to delude herself into a double meaning. Were you asking for an invite or were you inviting her ? Perhaps you were just venting. She was Picking at a thin layer of unstuck plastic from her table and toyed with it until it snapped. Either was she now knew you were not seeing someone and she could make a move guilt free

There wasn’t really a discreet way to go about this and if she was going to suggest it, you would need at least a heads up to rearrange your schedule.

I could visit you for winter break. I’m usually free around that time

She was rambling. She never spoke that much. But the rewarding excited messages that followed suit were rewarding enough to make up for her discomfort

Cottoncandy: Holy shit are you , wait for real?!

Sure. I always wanted to visit your city

She didn't. Again, Abby didn't travel. She didn't care about traveling. She just wanted to see you. Her phone screen went blank and then your face popped up on call.

“Yes?”

-Did you mean it? Cause if so I need to prepare things

“Like I said. We both have those two weeks available and it was about time I took a little trip. I could talk my manager into believing this is for work”

-Oh sure. If you want we can do a collab as well so that you don't take a loss in revenue and stuff

“Cotton its fine. I just wanna hang out with you. Don’t worry, leave that up to me”

She reassured and felt her ego inflate at how easily you seemed to be put at ease with her words. She couldn’t know for sure if her attraction was romantic or just sexual but she sure as hell loved the way you two aligned.

You spoke for a while and with winter break only a month away you already settled on the dates.

“I have to go to the gym now but I’ll send you a text once I get the tickets so that you know what time Ill be there

-alright perfect! See ya

Abby put her phone away and for a few minutes she would occasionally laugh, softly, while imagining what it would be like. She was nervous and with delight she noticed that she finally regained that spark in her where she had a crush and wanted to speak about her instead of statistics, trauma or finances. she felt good

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Blurbs

Fem! Reader

You Fall Asleep on Ghost

Fem! “Gecko” Reader

Price Catches Ghost Without His Mask

Drabbles

Fem! Reader

Familiarity - Ghost has nightmares, but there's always you to be there for him.

One-Shots

Fem! Reader

Haunted Sleep ☆ - Simon struggles with nightmares sometimes.

Feeling You ☾ - Ghost wants you as close as possible.

Fem! “Gecko” Reader (“Gecko” is the call sign of the reader...reader’s real name is up to you! )

Call Signs ☆ - In a near death experience, you learn about a special call sign.

Every Scar Has a Story - You and Simon have enough scars to go around...some have better stories than others.

Cards and Communication ☆ - Ghost tries to explain his feelings after an angry outburst.

Beyond the Mask ☆ - Simon shows the one part of himself that no one ever sees.

Undercover - Ghost and Gecko go undercover in snowy Russia...but things start heating up.

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“Anastasia, a maintenance worker for Acadia National Park, lives off Main Street in an apartment building owned by Mount Desert 365, a nonprofit whose mission is to combat “community deterioration” in the town of Mount Desert, which includes the village of Northeast Harbor.

Between 2012 and 2022, the town’s population shrunk by 20 percent while the seasonal vacancy rate — homes left empty by summer residents or houses converted into short-term rentals — grew from 46 to 60 percent. (Bar Harbor recently began regulating short-term rentals; the island’s three other towns have not.)

The median price for a home in Mount Desert last year was nearly a million dollars, doubling in just five years.

Mount Desert 365, watching these changes unfold, began purchasing property several years ago with hopes of building year-round workforce housing — typically property whose sale or rental price is lowered below market rates and set aside for people with incomes near the area median.

One of those plots is the 0.9-acre lot on the corner of Manchester and Neighborhood, where the group plans to build a six-unit subdivision called “Heel Way.”

(…)

Anastasia got a job with the National Park Service and is now one of the workers who ensures Acadia doesn’t decay under the weight of the more than 4 million visits it receives each year, visits that fuel the local recreation-based economy: hotels, campgrounds, restaurants, lobster pounds, and bike and kayak rentals. In the summer he puts new roofs on park buildings, fixes bathrooms and replaces fixtures. While many park workers leave the island during the winter, he stays on, rehabbing the interiors of park buildings.

During “the season,” which runs from May to October, cars and trucks pour over the bridge, carrying workers who make it possible for Mount Desert Island to serve as a summer haven for some of America’s richest people.

Come nightfall, those workers go back over the bridge, unable to find or afford housing on the island.

Anastasia gets to stay, but only because he found an apartment set aside for working-class people, and because he didn’t have pets and everyone in front of him on the waiting list did. He knows he’s lucky to have a place in town, but it’s a rental, and he dreams of one day buying a home and making it his own.

“I’m holding on for Heel Way,” Anastasia said. “But it’s not everybody’s dream to see housing there.”

Since the start, the project has been the subject of great debate, spurring petitions for and against. After months of public hearings, it was approved by the town planning board late last year in a 3-1 vote. But soon after, a group of seven wealthy summer residents sued the town, arguing the six-unit project was too dense.

A judge struck down all their arguments; undeterred, they appealed the court’s decision last month, delaying the project and costing the town, so far, at least $55,000 in legal fees. The Maine Supreme Judicial Court won’t hear the case until February at the earliest.

The project proponents say the island desperately needs housing and year-round residents, and the Heel Way subdivision would be an important, if small, step. Many see the lawsuit as an example of a NIMBY (“Not In My Backyard”) attitude that has limited housing development across the country.

Opponents, meanwhile, say they support workforce housing but think the Heel Way project is flawed, with too many units on too small a plot — out of character for the neighborhood.

The debate comes amid a number of recent votes by Maine communities to stop affordable housing projects — distinct from workforce housing but with a similar goal — including a 107-unit proposal in Cumberland and a 45-unit project in Kingfield earlier this year.

What makes the fight over Heel Way unique is the small size of the project — just six units — and the way it has been stymied not by local voters but by a lawsuit from seven wealthy people who only live in the area part-time.

The debate pits millionaire summer residents not only against the town planning board, but against billionaire brothers Mitchell and Steven Rales, who have funded the effort to build housing for working-class people.

As Maine grapples with a housing shortage exacerbated by the pandemic, the fight over Heel Way shows how efforts to address the crisis can be both buoyed and stymied by the same force: private individuals with massive wealth.

Across the United States, the refrain is the same: There isn’t enough housing. One recent analysis found that the U.S. is short 4.5 million homes, while Maine, a state study found, needs to build 84,000 homes by 2030 to make up its deficit.

One way to address the crisis, experts say, is by changing zoning laws, which often serve as a way for communities to forbid cheaper, denser housing in favor of single-family homes. Maine has taken steps to loosen zoning policies in recent years, including instituting a law in 2022 that required municipalities to adjust ordinances to allow greater density and accessory dwelling units on single-family lots.

(…)

A 2018 study of Mount Desert Island’s housing needs found that, conservatively, there was demand for an extra 125 to 300 workforce housing units, and the island could “easily” absorb 100 to 200 below-market-rate senior housing units by 2023.

But for many who live and work on the island, the 2018 housing market seems like a different world. The pandemic exacerbated the trend of people converting year-round housing into summer homes and short-term rentals, taking housing off the market and driving up prices. The price of a median home in Mount Desert, according to the Maine State Housing Authority, was just under $450,000 in 2018. By 2023 it had doubled to $903,000.

(…)

It’s become common for businesses large and small on the island to provide, and sometimes build, housing for employees, adding costs to businesses that are sometimes only open half the year.

Earlier this year, Witham Family Hotels opened a three-story housing complex that will house 84 seasonal workers in Bar Harbor. The nonprofit Friends of Acadia has begun construction on housing for eight seasonal National Park Service workers in Seal Harbor, another village in the town of Mount Desert. (Last year about 30 percent of Acadia’s seasonal positions went unfulfilled, in large part because potential workers struggled to find a place to stay.)

Susan Allen, an island native who owns the Harbour Cottage Inn in Southwest Harbor, bought a house three doors from her own home to house four of her seasonal employees. In the winter she rents it to a friend.

“I don’t like taking any year-round housing out of stock,” Allen said. “But it’s a slippery slope because if I can’t get staff, I can’t run my business, and then I’d have to leave.”

For Jackson Laboratory of Bar Harbor, the housing shortage represents an existential threat.

When Lon Cardon, the CEO of Jackson Laboratory, which employs 1,500 people in Bar Harbor, Ellsworth and Bangor, talked to a meeting of the Mount Desert Association of Summer Residents in Northeast Harbor last month, he described the integral role his lab’s research has played in fighting and treating diseases.

Then he turned to housing.

Cardon told them that when he took the job and moved to the island in November 2021, he couldn’t find a place to live. (Cardon earns more than $1 million a year at the lab, tax records show.)

(…)

The struggle is even greater for the lab’s rank and file. The laboratory built 24 rental units for its employees, which Cardon said didn’t move the needle. If he had been in charge at the time, he’s not sure he would have approved the project, he said. After all, building housing diverts money from research.

The question of housing prompts an even larger one for Cardon and his lab, the largest private employer on the island: “Do we stay here?”

Mount Desert 365, the group behind the Heel Way project, started because of cruise ships.

Sitting in her office overlooking the harbor, executive director Kathy Miller recounted her group’s origins: In 2016, a relatively small cruise ship dropped anchor and disgorged vacationers into the town. Some saw this landfall as a portent of a future that revolved around selling tchotchkes to tourists. Meetings and debates followed. Eventually, the town of Mount Desert passed an ordinance that barred cruise ships from letting passengers disembark. Other towns on the island followed suit (except for Bar Harbor, where the battle rages on).

During those meetings, many business owners said the day the cruise ship came to town was their best in years. And so two things became clear, Miller recalled: This town doesn’t want cruise ships, but local businesses need more support to stay solvent. And the founders of Mount Desert 365 thought the best way to do that was to increase the year-round population.

The founders included Mitchell and Steven Rales, the brothers who launched the Danaher corporation in 1984. The company is now a publicly traded “global life sciences and diagnostics innovator” worth $197 billion. The brothers, who have an estimated combined net worth of nearly $15 billion, own millions worth of property in the town of Mount Desert through various LLCs, including the $19 million dollar Rockefeller mansion that Mitchell Rales tore down and rebuilt.

Mount Desert 365 launched in 2017 with $6 million in funding, according to tax records. Shortly after, the group bought the Heel Way property, and eventually purchased nine others. By the end of 2023, the group owned $9.7 million in property but had just $131,197 in savings and cash, according to its most recent federal tax filings.

The final design for Heel Way, approved by the planning board, shows a lot with two duplexes, two single-family houses and a five-bay garage, which would be converted into storage space. Each unit has a two-car driveway and a deck.

The original plan was for the houses to cost between $250,000 and $275,000 — around a quarter of the median price in town. But Miller notes that estimate is now years old, and the longer the project is delayed, the higher the price is likely to rise.

Units will be sold to families who qualify for mortgages but don’t make more than a certain percentage of Maine’s median income, depending on family size, Miller said. A family of four would be eligible if they earned less than 160 percent of Maine’s household median income of $73,733, which would be $118,000 a year.

The Heel Way renderings show small houses with columns and dormer windows, bracketed by lush trees and well-manicured hedges. One shows an adult holding a child’s hand as they approach a house. This is what proponents envision: young families with parents doing essential work and children attending the local school, a short walk away.

“This village has lost so much. This village used to be vibrant in the wintertime and now it’s dead,” Miller said.

“And if you don’t want shops that are boarded up all winter because there’s nobody there, then you’ve got to have people.”

Opposition to the project has been fierce. In the fall of 2022, a petition was signed by 205 residents who “support workforce housing” but oppose the project. They argue the housing units would be too cramped, and warn about traffic that would hurt children riding their bikes between the tennis and yacht clubs.

They worry there wouldn’t be enough space for all the stuff that sits in Maine garages and sheds: grills, snowblowers and boats. They argue the character of the neighborhood would change, and residents wouldn’t be able to build equity because the sale to the next qualified buyer would be capped by price restrictions.

To many opponents, the main problem is the number of units. Under the old density ordinance, six units would not have been allowed on a lot the size of Heel Way. But under the updated ordinance, developers can use a “density bonus” if the area is designated as workforce housing.

Many said they’d have no problem with three units on the property. Why did it have to be six?

“The state needs as many as it can get,” Miller said. “Our mission is to bring back a more robust year-round population, and so we are working within the ordinances. We’re not asking for any special permission. This is what the ordinances allow. So why not do it?”

During one planning board meeting, Miller made a presentation showing there already were several other lots in the village with similar or greater housing density, calculations the planning board cited in its approval of the project.

In addition, a basic fact of housing construction is that greater density lowers costs.

“There is an economy of scale,” Miller said.

Barbara Ryerson, whose husband is one of the residents who sued the town, was involved in submitting the petition against the project. In a March 2023 letter to the planning board, she wrote that she and other neighbors had “put ourselves in the shoes of the residents” and had concerns: “We want to ensure the workers in Northeast Harbor and the town of Mount Desert are able to obtain affordable housing and live comfortably, safely, and not packed in so densely.”

But the density doesn’t bother Anastasia, nor Gloria Kunje, who for months traveled between her home in Connecticut and Bar Harbor while working at the College of the Atlantic because she couldn’t find a place to live on the island. Now a special education teacher living in the same Mount Desert 365 project as Anastasia, Kunje wonders how opponents came to their conclusions.

“That’s not an issue at all,” she said of the density. “When those arguments are made, are they actually asking the people who would love to live there?”

One common argument at public hearings, almost always prefaced with a declaration of support for workforce housing in general, was that tenants filling up six units could bring a dozen new cars to the corner, which sits on Manchester Road.

In one June meeting, Mara Lehrman, a summer neighbor on Manchester Road, noted her “primary concern” was the safety of children biking, asking if MD 365 shouldn’t focus its efforts on its property “where it would not disturb the wonderful independence that children have in Northeast Harbor to bike without the fear of getting hit by cars.”

Traffic engineer Diana Morabito shared the results of a traffic survey done by the Department of Transportation that found Manchester and Neighborhood roads had a peak of 84 vehicles per hour in busy July, with daily volumes ranging from 550 to 880 vehicles per day. Her study found that the site would add four to five more cars per hour.

“That’s one extra car coming or going every 12 to 15 minutes,” Morabito said. “That’s not a lot of additional traffic.”

Proponents also noted that the project’s driveway exits onto Neighborhood Road, not Manchester Road, which is the road well-traveled by children.

In fact, Mount Desert 365 altered the plans in response to neighbor concerns, moving the driveway from its original spot on Manchester Road. Then they moved the driveway again so it wasn’t aligned with the driveway across the road, because the residents of that house — who lived there only part-time — were worried about headlights shining on their house at night.

Bill Hanley, an architect and chair of the Mount Desert Planning Board, said part of the controversy stemmed from Mount Desert 365’s “unwavering position” on the number of units.

“It’s a lot on a little,” he said, noting that putting that many units on a small lot in a “single-family residential area in the village of Northeast Harbor” is “going to stir up the hornet’s nest.”

Hanley was the one member of the four-member planning board who found the project did not meet the town’s criteria requiring “compatibility” with the surrounding area.

Meredith Randolph, a planning board member who resigned in July, said Mount Desert altered its designs a great deal in response to community feedback. In her opinion the planning board process worked — but it wasn’t enough.

“We got it back, redesigned to a more compatible, more aesthetically pleasing design, with the town recognizing a number of people’s reasonable requests for adjustments to the design,” Randolph said. “But they still took it to court.”

In November, seven wealthy residents sued the town, arguing that the planning board defined “lot” incorrectly, calculated allowable housing density incorrectly, failed to apply the correct open space requirements, and should have required a performance bond.

In June, Justice Thomas McKeon of Maine’s Business and Consumer Court struck down all of the plaintiffs’ arguments. The group appealed the decision, and the case awaits a decision from the high court.

Opponents often ask why Mount Desert 365 can’t be more like another housing nonprofit, Island Housing Trust. The group has converted 49 homes — either purchased or acquired via donation — into workforce housing, said Marla O’Byrne, the Island Housing Trust executive director. It also built a workforce housing development of six single-family homes and two duplexes closer to the head of the island.

Island Housing Trust depends on donors, among them the conservative legal activist Leonard Leo, and the Law and Order television series creator Dick Wolf, as well as some of the Northeast Harbor residents suing the town.

The group has avoided the kind of controversy Mount Desert has found itself in with the Heel Way project. That’s because it has largely converted existing single-family homes into workforce housing, and has built in more remote parts of the island — away from the donor class.

“Those were not areas where the people that appealed this decision would necessarily even travel,” said Mount Desert town manager Durlin Lunt.

At one point, Mount Desert 365 proposed that Island Housing Trust take over the Heel Way Project. But Island Housing Trust turned down the offer, O’Byrne said.

“My board wanted to have more input into what was done, how it was done, and may have come to the same conclusions, but they didn’t just want to implement another organization’s project,” she said.

Some opposition is also connected to who is funding the project and what they plan next. Mount Desert 365 has other properties around town, and there is concern that all of them will be developed with a similar density.

“I’m going to address the elephant in the room,” said summer resident Betsy Kelly during a March 2023 planning board meeting, prefacing her comments by saying, as almost all opponents did, that she “fully supported the building of affordable housing in Northeast Harbor.”

“I’ve never seen a master plan from Mount Desert 365,” Kelly said. “The pockets are so deep, and the power and the control that MD 365 has is, or perceived to have, is very, very great.”

Several of the seven summer residents who sued to stop the project own summer homes down Smallidge Point Road, which begins a few hundred feet away from the Heel Way site, next to a sign that reads: “Private Road. Owners and Guests Only.”

The road is named after Smallidge Point, a small peninsula that forms the western shore of Gilpatrick Cove, ending near a private wooden bridge leading to the Northeast Harbor Fleet, the area’s yacht club.

Stuart Janney III, one of the plaintiffs, lives down this road and has summered in Northeast Harbor for most of his life. Janney is the chairman emeritus of Bessemer Trust, a private wealth management firm that oversees more than $200 billion, as well as a director of the New York Racing Association. Janney owned Orb, the 2013 Kentucky Derby winner.

He owns a summer residence assessed at $3.7 million that is located a quarter-mile from the Heel Way site. He and his wife have also donated tens of thousands to Island Housing Trust, according to the group’s annual reports.

In March 2023, Janney and his wife wrote to the planning board, explaining that Mount Desert 365 had invited them to an event in which the group laid out its plans. The dinner led the pair to conclude that the group’s approach was “ill conceived and not based on facts or analysis.”

“We were not alone,” they wrote.

They said if the Heel Way project were developed “as proposed,” it would “have a profound negative impact on the neighborhood.”

They went on to say the group has “underperformed with past projects” and “has never stated a research-based case for what they propose.”

During a recent phone call, Janney declined to answer many of The Monitor’s questions on the record. But he stressed his desire for a vibrant year-round community.

“We all agree that we want the town to be more vibrant, to not have the lights out in the winter, to have a better workforce environment, to protect the school from going out of business,” Janney said.

“And I would also say that nobody in the community that I have anything to do with has ever had any problem or worry about the fact that we are a community of year-round residents and summer residents. We wouldn’t want it any other way. That’s what we grew up with. Some of my best friends are year-round residents.”

“Housing is a real need,” he added. “But the worst thing in the world for Northeast (Harbor) would have been for this project to go forward and have it be a complete failure.”

Lynne Wheat, another plaintiff, also owns property on Smallidge Point Road.

In October 2023, she wrote to Hanley to express concerns about “too many people and too many cars,” noting that “some child is going to get thrown off their bike, or worse.”

She said she feared the project would serve as a template for Mount Desert 365’s other properties, warning, “We won’t recognize our town in 10 years unless the ordinances are revised.”

Wheat’s Northeast Harbor home, which Decor Maine once called a “classic cottage,” is assessed at $5.2 million. Wheat owns the home, called “Mainstay,” with Allen D. Wheat, the former chief of Credit Suisse First Boston, who was fired in 2001 shortly before the firm agreed to pay $100 million to resolve a federal investigation into alleged abuses related to initial public offerings during the dotcom bubble.

Two other nearby parcels of Mount Desert property worth a combined $2.7 million and owned by separate LLCs have tax bills listed as “care of Lynne Wheat.” The tax bills for all these properties associated with Wheat are sent to a $96 million Palm Beach mansion owned by billionaire Thomas Peterffy. In 2018, Peterffy and Wheat made a donation to an auction for Friends of Acadia in the form of a dinner for 16 “at their new residence” in the tallest residential tower in the Western Hemisphere on Park Avenue in New York.

In an email, Lynn Wheat declined to comment.

Lamont Harris, a plaintiff whose great-grandfather Henry Flagler co-founded Standard Oil with John D. Rockefeller, also owns a property on Smallidge Point Road. Harris’ summer home is assessed at $4.2 million. He also owns a $5 million house in West Palm Beach, Fla.

He signed a letter, with several opponents and other plaintiffs, that said the project was “not consistent with neighboring homesteads” and “anyone driving around this project location can see that the homes in this section of Northeast Harbor have an abundance of acreage and open space around each single-family home.”

The Monitor was unable to contact Harris.

Throughout the process, he has mostly let the group’s attorney, Grady Burns, do the talking.

“This proposed density is substantially larger than any comparable parcel in the area,” Burns said during a June 2023 planning board meeting. “These standards exist not just to make us feel good about the aesthetics of our neighborhoods, they are to protect the interests of property owners who have invested already in this community with the understanding that their neighborhoods, their communities, will change in a way that is measured, that is consistent with their expectations.”

Marc Cannon and his wife Ann, both plaintiffs, bought a house in 2004 for $400,000 that sits about 100 yards from the project. It was recently assessed at $562,000.

“Everybody wants the town to prosper in the winter and everybody wants it to be successful, but you’ve got to be thoughtful about it,” Cannon said during a phone interview, adding that “the lot sat empty for four or five years and 365 didn’t even keep it up. They weren’t mowing the lawn. It looked terrible.” (Mount Desert 365 didn’t mow where the former residents had a vegetable garden, but the group did mow the lawn next to the house, Miller said, adding that she often did the mowing.)

Cannon declined to answer other questions on the record. Last year he retired from his position as chief customer experience officer for AutoNation Inc., a $6 billion publicly traded automotive retailer.

Cannon’s sister, Melissa Cannon Guzy, is also a plaintiff and owns a $1 million property close by. Guzy is the co-founder and managing partner of Arbor Ventures, a Singapore-based venture capital fund. She is also on Jackson Laboratory’s board of trustees.

The plaintiff who lives closest to the project site is Joseph T. Ryerson III.

Ryerson and his wife Barbara (who is not listed in the lawsuit but was involved in circulating the petition) own a home with a driveway that runs parallel to the lot’s property line.

Joseph T. Ryerson III is the great-great-grandson of Joseph T. Ryerson, whose company supplied steel to Ford when it began manufacturing cars. Today it’s traded on the New York Stock Exchange and worth more than $600 million. The Ryersons’ Northeast Harbor home is assessed at $842,500, and they also own a $1.1 million home in Massachusetts.

Ryerson has focused his opposition on the minutiae of the Heel Way project, emails sent to the planning board show, including questions about the capacity of the sewer line. In one email he noted the project could cause “a major disruption for present sewer easement holders, not to mention significant environmental damage to an area historically natural and unspoiled in appearance, enjoyed by present easement holders for walks, and being a pathway to and fro for deer, fox, felines, turkeys and others.”

The Ryersons declined to comment when a reporter knocked on their door last month.

Nearby, in the driveway of a house directly across Manchester Road from the Heel Way project, Bill Newlin Jr. had a different take. Explaining that his parents owned the home (assessed at $3.2 million) and that his extended family has summered in the village for decades, he said his family had no problem with the project.

“We’re very cognizant of the need for affordable housing,” Newlin said. “What are we going to do, oppose it? That’s not a good look.”

Last year, Ned Herrington, a lifelong summer resident of Northeast Harbor who recently started at Stanford Law School, started a petition in support of the Heel Way subdivision after reading the petition against the development, which he thought “painted the summer residents in town in a terrible light.”

He wanted to show the planning board “that the summer residents weren’t a monolith.” The petition was signed by 225 people.

“I think these NIMBYs are operating against their own self-interest,” Herrington said. “They just don’t realize that if the winter community and the town suffer, that will cost them, too.”

The town of Mount Desert has a unique dynamic, although one common to communities with seasonal residents who own expensive properties: Summer residents pay the lion’s share of the taxes, but because they are not year-round residents, they can’t vote.

Despite a 20 percent increase in the town’s total property valuation between 2022 and 2024, Mount Desert’s mill rate increased by about 15 percent in the same period. Meaning the town had to raise taxes even though it had more money coming into its coffers.

“You have to pay a higher premium for wages to convince people and make it worth their while to come down,” said Lunt, the town manager. “So the property values go up, also the costs of the government go up.”

In 2021, the local nonprofit Northeast Harbor Ambulance Service notified the town of Mount Desert that it couldn’t continue to operate. The town’s dwindling year-round population had made recruiting enough volunteers impossible.

So the town took over ambulance and EMS duties in 2022. It expanded the fire department, enlarging its roster from four to 14 employees, renovated one fire station and rebuilt another, adding quarters, bunks and day rooms. The final price for the facilities was around $6 million.

Responsibility for building out this new organization fell to the fire chief, Michael Bender. He had to hire a dozen or so new staff members, but hasn’t been able to fill the last paramedic position. They’ve advertised the job nationally for two years, Bender said, but have had no luck, despite paying some of the highest wages in the state.

“When people start looking at and researching the housing here, they realize they can’t afford to live here,” he said.

About half of the department’s staff live on the island; the other half come from farther away. One drives in from Old Town, north of Bangor. It’s about a 55-mile drive each way, taking nearly three hours round-trip.

Even caretakers who look after seasonal properties while owners are away seem to be moving off the island, Bender said.

It used to be that if the department responded to a fire alarm in the middle of the night during the off-season, they could find someone nearby who had a key to the residence.

Now, he said, “sometimes we’re waiting half an hour for somebody to come from off island.”

As the lawsuit awaits a decision from Maine’s high court, change is happening at Mount Desert 365. In the spring, the Rales brothers resigned from the group’s board.

New board president Rick Savage — a lifelong Northeast Harbor resident, chair of the Mount Desert harbor committee and owner of a chartered boat tour company — supported the Heel Way project in communications with the planning board before joining the organization.

For now, he said, Mount Desert 365 is putting the Heel Way project “on the back burner.”

He wants the organization to pivot to a “much smaller” project on one of its other nearby properties on Summit Road, which would likely be a duplex, as a sort of proof-of-concept.

Mount Desert 365 has also met with some plaintiffs, who “offered to drop the lawsuit if we would make concessions,” Savage said. “I don’t think the board is in a position to make any concessions.”

But the group is in the process of assembling an advisory board, and is considering some of the plaintiffs as potential members.

As for the Rales brothers, they took a step back because they had become a lightning rod for criticism, Miller said.

(…)

Meanwhile, the summer season is winding down. Kids are back in school, and visitors are limited to what some in the local restaurant business call “newlyweds and nearly deads” — tourists on either side of their child-raising years. By the end of October, the stores will close up and the multi-million-dollar yachts will leave for warmer climes.

Anastasia, the Acadia maintenance worker, is holding out hope for the project despite opponents’ fears.

“It’s not reality that they’re fearful of,” he said. “It’s not a justifiable set of things that are legitimate concerns.”

It’s not just that the bad things predicted by the naysayers won’t happen, Anastasia explained. It’s that good things would happen.

Should the Heel Way project succeed, he said, the community would be enriched by more year-round residents taking an interest in their surroundings and their neighbors: “It’s year-round housing for year-round people who call this place home.”

He said he often walks by the Heel Way property in the winter. He can see the houses of the neighbors, some of whom have gone to great lengths to stop the project. The lights are always off, their houses cold and dark.

“They’re all empty,” he said.”

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Good morning Tumblr fandom! I have a spicy thought for you today, so MDI or I will block you!

(I just recently saw Risky Business for the first time so that’s influencing things)

But okay, Reader and Eddie are well known actors in porn, either as a Cam-couple, a pairing in a lot of movies or just in a lot of magazines. Somehow, someway, Steve gets a MASSIVE crush on the two of them. But he’s also a spoiled rich guy in this story, so in his mind, he’s going to use that money as a way to actually meet them. Maybe he sends in a lot of donations, finds ways to be at some events, or even secretly writes fan mail because he’s just so whipped.

While Reader and Eddie are a IRL couple, they can’t help but be charmed by Steve. He is very handsome, and well, he does have a lot of money so they decide to pay him a little visit. They give him the night of his life, and the next morning they ask for their payment. $500, a very reasonable price given the circumstances. They even gave him a discount, they explain while Steve’s mind is whirling because where the fuck is he going to get $500?

Anyway, things derail and suddenly Steve is hosting parties at his house while also getting into trouble with the couple’s manager. His Beemer is busted and he’s debating going back to Scoops because while the party pays well, he had to pay off said manager nearly all his money.

Anyway, I just like the idea of a Cam-couple meeting a fan and then falling in love with them through sexy shenanigans-

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monst · 16 days ago

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Day 9: I'll do anything

Piss | Slade Wilson

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDI) Female Reader, Piss, Oral M. Receiving, Vaginal and anal penetration, A to P cause he’s nasty, Heavy Dub con w Slade, Noncon, Unprotected sex, Public, Gangbang, Dp. Sadistic Slade Wilson. Ashtray. He’s a mercenary so mentions of his profession and death, His pov.

Wc: 1.9k

He scoffed, Looking at you up and down “You don't have nearly enough money to employ me.” He let his one-eyed gaze drift back to the game on the dingy television box. He didn’t spare your gaping form a second glance, only shooting back the rest of his blended scotch whisky. He grimaced when you spoke.

“You don't know what I've been through! What I've done to get here!” You protested.

“I don't care.” he pulled a cigar out of his pocket, and the bartender handed him a cutter “Leave me alone.”

“Bu-” The barrel of a gun was pressed to your forehead before you could finish the word. The three-bar stragglers were watched silently, the bartender only sneered at him his lip curled at having to clean up Deathstroke’s mess. The low hum of the announcer reporting the game was the only sound in the rinky-dink establishment. And his team just scored the winning goal. Lucky you. The gun was out of sight as quickly as it was drawn. He huffed out a laugh when you finally breathed out, you had frozen in fright like a mouse, your muscles barely relaxing.

“You looked ready to die for it, huh?” He’d humor you, good mood and all. He sure as hell wasn’t taking your contract. He doesn’t work for pennies, and working for free wasn't in his vocabulary.

“If that’s your price and it means you’d k-” He glared at you, the others here were also mercenaries. He didn’t want your blabbering to cause him further scrutiny. As far as this riff-raff was concerned Slade Wilson was off the clock, not taking any deals and not looking for them just passing through for information. He could feel their gaze sharpen, his good mood squashed. Four of them. Easy enough to take down except there was one missing. Their previous employer had put a hit on all five of his charges, cleaning house. He needed to get them off his trail. It’d be annoying if the fifth guy ran, he didn’t have the time to waste in tracking him down.

“Turn around, girl.”

You did only sparing a hesitant glance at the other patrons who gawked at the impending show. Good, they were distracted. Drunk and easy. Easiest fifty mil. He was only planning on scaring you a bit but Slade was an opportunist through and through. If given an inch he’d take a mile and you had turned so easy. You were willing to die for it hm well no use in letting goods go to waste.

He wondered just how far you were willing to go and without a word tugged down your pants and panties showing the room your private bits. If you were uncomfortable the only thing that gave it away was your fingers digging into the wooden countertop. Oh... Maybe he could have a little fun too. This was a painfully boring assignment. His boot hit the inside of your calf and you spread your legs for him. He got up from his stool slowly, pulling a lighter to light his cigar.

Once he was behind you he took a slow drag, and his large hand pulled your asscheek taut. You were obviously dry, he’d change that. He hacked up a wad and spat onto your clenching hole. You gasped once it hit the cleft of your ass, the warm saliva dipping into your asshole. When you did nothing but hide your face between your elbows on the counter he repeated the action. Good enough. He met the bartender's gaze letting you take the spot of a suspicious character with two words. “Take watch”

His fingers did the bare minimum of spreading you open before he sunk his heavy cock into your ass. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught two of his targets palming themselves to your pained muffled groans and grunts. You had a tight ass, muscles tugging his dick deeper but he wasn’t planning on finishing in your ass. After all, it looked like you would do anything, so he waited for your body to perform. It wasn’t long before your cunt was runny from the pressure of his cock hitting that sweet spot in your ass.

You turned to protest when he pulled out of your gaping ass, the mushroom tip of his cock pressing against the entrance of your wet pussy. His one eye narrowed down at you and he could tell he would be getting his way when you turned back to look at the top-shelf liquor. You didn't see the fiendish grin when he slid in your hot cunt. Now he was having fun.

You trembled beneath him but otherwise took all he'd had to give. You jolted when the hot ashes of his cigar hit the skin of your lower back but still not a word. And he let out a low whistle in praise. “What a trooper.”

He slammed into you roughly stretching you out thoroughly before coming inside. “Fuck, I really need to piss doll” He drawled. “You mind?” His grin widened when you grit your teeth and he didn’t skip a step and relieved himself inside you. His hot piss sloshed against your walls before trickling down your thighs along with his milky cum. The bartender handed him a rag when he pulled out. He cleaned himself up and tucked himself in with another whistle at the mess dripping onto the hardwood floors.

“Would you look at that looks like you would do anything.” He caught the gaze of one of the guys at the back and looked down at you. There was a blazing fire in your eyes and he was adamant about putting it out.

“Anyone else gotta take a leak?”

“I do” He heard one of them cough, his dick was already in hand as he shuffled closer. Slade sat back down to finish his smoke. You're still glaring at him. Good, it’d be boring for him if you’d broken so easily after coming in so brazenly demanding him to take a job. The others follow as soon as he’s got his dick wet. It’s messy the way your filthy pussy squelched against his target’s cock, you were moaning and whining but he hadn’t heard you plead. That and the angry wrinkle between your brows had yet to ease.

Maybe he was beginning to get curious, were you crossed by a lover? Had someone killed your family? Kids? Those were questions to ask later, he was definitely going to get some use out of you. Might even consider that hit at a discount if you’d come back with him tomorrow to make getting all five of them easier. That last one was supposedly trained by Lady Shiva. Nothing he couldn’t handle but he needed to be in Kentucky in three days for his alibi. He’d rather not chance it if the guy was any good.

One of the hitmen was gripping your face roughly his whole side open exposed as his heavy balls slammed into your chin. You gag around him as the other guy keeps pounding into your plush walls, his strokes hard and fast. The bartender hopped over the bar and they set you on one of the sticky tables. They pull your clothes off your body, jeering and laughing when one of them cums prematurely on your tits. He crossed he’s leg seeing just how long this would take.

The older of the four has a bum knee, his strokes in your ass hiccuping every other thrust. Your legs are spread open, your pussy clenching around each new shape and angle. You're digging your nails into your palms and he notes how your hands never reach up to touch their pricks no matter how much they ask. They pull you this way and that, all three of them claiming a hole while one of them is left to jerk off on your back. When they get bored of that, one squeezes your tits, another with his fingers swimming in your loose cunt waiting to get hard again. They rut into you without care, staining your skin and hair with their cum.

Vaguely Slade thinks of how lucky he is for his healing factor, would kill anything he could’ve contracted, he could see why their boss was getting rid of them. They hadn’t even considered that, dismissing you as a non-threat as soon as his dick was inside you. As implausible as it seemed you could’ve been a biological weapon. Two of the guys had already pulled their pants up, heading back to their drinks and the after-sports commentary. Occasionally watching as others took their turn with you.

The bartender seemed to remember what Slade had said earlier and let his piss fill your cum stained ass. The liquid splattered on the ground when he pulled out and he lit up a cigarette to watch Carl? he thinks his name was finished down your throat, pulling his limp cock from your lips and splashing your face with a gnarly stream of yellow, even Slade’s lip curled at the stench, nothing smells quite as bad as an alcoholics' piss. Your hair stuck to your face where the hissing stream had hit and it dripped down your chin in steady drops.

He was vaguely impressed, not a single tear. You were sturdier than you looked, he could probably get a couple of uses out of you. Time to reel you in. He stubbed the nub of his cigar and dropped some cash on the counter. “This was fun and all but I'm going to head out.”

This finally pulled you into action. You pulled back from Carl when he was about to claim your ruined pussy again. The old bastard had stamina. Your hand grabbed the neck of a bottle and you smashed it before holding it up to his neck. Hm.

“You don’t wanna be doing that girlie” The bartender spat.

“No” Your voice was hoarse. “I-” You met Slade’s eye, taking his cue as he looked at you and the door. “S-sorry I just wanna go home now.”

“Go on then.” He says. “While we’re still being nice.”

Once you’re dressed and out the door, Slade gets to his feet and says offhandedly “Must’ve been on something”

“Definitely.” One of them chimes. A couple of agreements and comments are thrown out but Carls’ rings out the loudest.

“Reckon she’ll come back tomorrow?”

“She couldn’t have walked far.” Deathstroke grins when they all laugh. “I’ll go ask. See you gents tomorrow.” They wave him off with a leer and a promise of a free drink if he brings you back. And now to sell it. He really didn’t have to walk far, you were catching your breath in the parking lot.

“So you'll do it?”

“I never said we had a deal” he scoffed “Besides I never asked you to do all that.” His grin was mean when you sputtered, tears welling in your eyes for the first time that night apart from when you were gagging.

“Please wait!” You begged. Much better. “I'll do anything”

“I know, which is why you’re going to come back tomorrow and give those guys another round.” He looked down at you and snorted. “I’ll consider it a consultation fee. Don’t look at me like that, you can take it or leave it’s all the same to me. Could’ve killed them all right there”

“I’ll take it.” You grit out. The burning inferno in your eyes intrigued him. He wasn’t confirming anything but it looks like you're willing to risk it. He once again wonders-

“Who little mouse?” He wasn't expecting you to hiss out that name, especially not with that amount of venom but clear as day, there was only one

“Bruce Wayne”

Well… he wasn’t expecting that.

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princessdimondheart · 11 months ago

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Rave | Gaz x Reader

Pairing: Gaz x f! Reader

Summary: How Kyle met the love of his life while covered in holo glitter.

WC: 2,930

Warnings: 🔥- NSFW 18+ MDI, PnV, unsafe sex, creampie, oral f! receiving; 😭- slight angst

Edited: No; added Sarah’s outfit bc I forgot 🤦‍♀️

A/N 1: Sorry for the long wait as I healed my cut finger. It still hurts btw. I said Christmas didn’t I? It’s still Christmas here lol 😅😅 Reader is nicknamed Angel. My first smut 😳 If I messed up anywhere please tell me. I’m not 100% satisfied so I might add or change things later on.

A/N 2: I could not pick which outfit reader should wear. 😖 It’s between these two= Outfit 1 and Outfit 2: Top, Bottom ; the makeup is the same for both= Eyes, Lips ; Shoes for both but matte instead of velvet ; Nails are a bit more simple ; Kyle’s outfit will be linked in the fic. I’m not a fashion expert so I’m not sure if these fit well but I like them. I hope you enjoy! Leave a comment or note if you do. 😊

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Kyle was happy when Price decided to send him on a special training mission across the pond to the states, at least he was for a while. But then FOMO hit him when he realized that he would be missing out on a few missions. The training would last for a few months. Two months too long in his opinion, but here he was those months later and he had finally completed his training. Kyle was certain that his Captain would be proud to learn that he had made it to the top of the class.

Now, he only had a few days left before he had to ship back out to the UK. He’d planned to chill in the barracks and maybe go to a bar for a couple of drinks. However, that was not the case when he received a random text from his cousin.

Sarah had moved out to California from their hometown after she got accepted into UCLA. She was very excited when she heard about her acceptance. Kyle believed it was because she could now party it up without the scary eyes of their very religious grandmother baring down their necks. At least that’s how he felt when he first left home to join the military.

Sarah had invited him to go out to a festival or perhaps it was a rave? He wasn’t sure because he had never been to one before so this was sure to be a new experience. He’d never been one to party, even less given that he’s living a military and not a typical college life style. However, he can say that he can handle his own with a couple of pints.

He glanced back to her text to make sure that he had input the address correctly. He was lucky that her new home wasn’t too far from the base he was staying at so he could take the bus that ran through the base. Sarah had decided that the gloomy skies of England were no match to the sunny skies of Los Angeles, so after graduating she found a job in engineering and found a place to call her own. He was honestly happy for her and was genuinely surprised that she had messaged him since they had not talked in several years. He had a suspicion that their grandmother called her about him being there.

The bus stop was only a few blocks away from Sarah’s house so he had to walk the rest of the way. It was early, almost 8 am on a Saturday, so Kyle was certain that his cousin was likely still sleeping in. He made sure that his walk took longer by taking in his environment. It must have been because of his military mindset that had him checking the area for security risks. He knows that L.A. has a bad rep but his cousin living in a decent neighborhood didn’t mean that there were no risks. Kyle didn’t see that many people out that early. Only a few dogs walkers and a mother pushing a stroller with a baby that seemed not too happy to have been woken from their sleep based on theirs incessant crying. Kyle winced when they walked by.

Kyle made it to his cousin’s door in 15 minutes. She opened the door after two knocks with a few minutes in between.

“Kyle! You’re here!” She engulfed him in a tight hug, her arms squeezing against his torso with enough strength to pop his back. “Ahhh!! It’s been forever!”

“Gah!” He wheezed as his arms were crushed to his sides. “You have gotten a lot stronger, Sarah. Please let me go.”

“Oh! Sorry. Sorry. I get a bit excited about this stuff. You know me!” Sarah let him go and cover her mouth with her hand to try to hide her laughter. Then, she flexes an arm. “I just did arm day so I’m pretty pumped.”

Kyle laughs, “Your noodle arms are nothing compared to mine.” He teased her while flexing his larger arm muscles. It was like they were back to being kids and laughing and making fun of each other.

“Har. Har. Kyle!” She rolled her eyes and gestured into her home. “Get your ass inside, Popeye.”

“Who?” His brow rose. She stared at him blankly.

“Just get in, you uncultured swine!” Sarah started pushing his back to get him in. He resisted of course, but after a few seconds he let her have her way and stepped through the threshold.

They settled on the couch and began to catch up. He learned about her job and that although it wasn’t her dream job, she was still happy about working there. Kyle didn’t tell her that much about his work being that almost all of it was classified but he shared that he too enjoyed working with his team. Overall, they were happy that the other was happy.

“Now, what’s this about a rave? Festival?” Kyle felt like he didn’t know what he was saying. “You wanted to go out later tonight?”

“Yeah! It’s a rave with festival vibes.” Sarah explained and he nodded along. “We have to dress up a bit so we can look cool I guess. That’s why I wanted you to come a bit early, though not this early!”

“Sorry.” She chuckled at him.

“Don’t worry about it. I should have known that with you military types that I should have specified the exact time. That’s on me. But! Now we have more time to go over what you’re going to wear!”

If Sarah could be more excited she’d be bouncing off the walls and out the door. Her face bright like the huge grin pulling at her lips.

“Oh… I was just gonna go like this.” He gestured at himself but apparently that did not go over so well with Sarah. She had a grossed out face.

“A button up with kakis? What are you Jake from State Farm?” Another cultural reference that he lacked an understanding of. Sarah’s accent had become more Americanized but her British voice would shine through on the occasion. “No, no, no! I will not be seen with you dressed like that, love!”

She stood up. “I think I know what to do.”

Kyle almost panicked. “Please, no cheeks handing out and nothing too girly.” His brows furrowed together. “Damn… what would my team say if they saw me like this??”

“They’d say nothing because they would see that you had girls hanging off of you. You know some girls like men who are in touch with their feminine side?”

“I don’t have a feminine side.” He pouted.

“Well, now you do!” Kyle cursed himself at being more open about what she could dress him in. He just hoped no pictures made it back to the Task Force.

~~~~~

Kyle and Sarah walked amongst the crowd heading into the music festival grounds. There were so many people there, and from what he could see, not so many security guards or police. His training had him looking around and eyeing any suspicious looking people. Although that was kinda hard when every other person had their ass and titties hanging out, with even more glitter on their bodies than he had.

They made it through security which was just a metal detector and the guards checking their bags. Then their passes were scanned and off into the throng of people they went.

“My friends texted that they were near the food stalls.” Sarah glanced up from her phone. “I told them we’d meet up with them. Come on, let’s go!”

She took off and Kyle followed after her. He felt like a protective older brother as he glared at anyone who gave her weird looks of lust. Sarah was pretty and everywhere she went she always garnered looks of appreciation from strangers. She was currently wearing a yellow outfit that complimented her skin tone rather well. Her hair was long and styled back in curls. Large hoops adorned her ears. She was also wearing a large yellow coat which he thought she was crazy for because of the heat, but she assured him that it would get colder as the night went on. He was certain that her new white shoes wouldn’t stay that way afterwards.

~~~

His own outfit wasn’t too bad if he was honest, although the sheer crop top was new for him. He liked the baggy pants that Sarah picked out and he paired it with his black combat boots. Sarah had given him two thumbs up and started messing around with her makeup bag. He was checking his outfit out in front of the mirror when he saw a hand with a makeup brush making its way to his face.

“Woah! What’ya doin’!?” He pushed her hand away. Sarah huffed.

“Just adding to the vibes. Come on it’s just some glitter, you’ll look so hot that girls will be falling all over you.” She grinned.

“You say that but I’m not so sure…” He squinted at her.

“Ugh! Just let go!” She shook her arm around.

“Okay, Elsa.”

“Bitch-!”

~~~~~

Sarah found her friends in the crowd by the food stalls. She squealed and yanked on his arm in their direction. Introductions were made and the group went together where the concerts were happening. The crowd wasn’t as pushed together as Kyle thought but he never took his eyes off the group for too long, not wanting to lose sight of his cousin. Call him overprotective if you want.

They found a spot near the middle of the crowd. The girls danced around him and he bobbed his head to the music despite it not being to his taste. Maybe he tapped his foot but he won’t admit it. Although, he’ll admit that the live band was rather good.

From the corner of his eye he saw arms shoot up and wave around. He followed the movement down and saw the form of a girl dancing and singing along to the song. Her wrists had multiple beaded bracelets, fingernails perfectly manicured. Her lips were in a smile, sparkling with her lipgloss, and her eyes reflected the bright colors of the strobe lights. Her makeup was pretty but he had no real knowledge about that. The more he looked the wider his eyes dilated.

The girl wore a black three-piece bra, high-waisted bikini bottoms and skirt-wrap combo with flowers and tuffs of faux feathers. Her arms had long sleeves and she wore a matching choker necklace. Chains dangled from her form and bounced as she jumped and danced. His eyes lowers down her legs and to her feet in very tall heels that he was amazed she was jumping around in. He thought she’d break an ankle.

When his eyes went back to her face, she was already looking at him. Brow raised in question and lips slightly pouted. Damn those lips. He flinched back a bit when their eyes connected. His cheeks burned at realizing she caught him eyeing her up.

“Hi!” She said rather shyly, or really, she yelled over the music.

It took him a moment to respond. “Hello, Miss?”

She yelled her name but said that everyone called her Angel, and he gave his own in return. The music changed to a faster beat and the people around him were dancing closer to each other.

“Wanna dance?” Her hand reached for his, fingertips sliding softly up on his forearm. He could feel the slight scratch of her nails. It sent shivers up his back.

He felt like a teenager with the slight nod to her question he gave. His damn voice was caught in his throat. He was better than this. Smoother at flirting with pretty ladies but right now all of his experience was failing him.

She giggled at him, not that he could hear it but felt it as she drew herself closer to his chest. Her breasts pressed to his shear shirt. Her hips swayed with the music and his hands automatically rested themselves there. Angel raised her hands, gliding them on his chest. Her fingers teased the sides of his throat before curling behind his neck.

As her nails scratched the short hairs there, he brought her hips closer to his. She was definitely aware that she was affecting him physically. He ground his hardness against her. They both moaned at the feeling. His eyes were droopy with lust, they glanced at her pouty lips. Someone from behind bumped him closer and he let his lips lock with hers.

Kyle’s hand tangled in her hair pulling her closer. She moaned and his tongue slipped past and tangled with hers. He tasted her lipgloss and the sweetness of the alcohol she drunk earlier that night. Both reveled in each other’s touch.

The moment was cut short by whoops and whistles to their left. When they separated, Kyle looked over and saw his cousin and her friends cheering him on. Sarah must have noticed that he wasn’t as close to them as before. His cousin gave him a thumbs up and a fist pump. The girl in his arms hid herself in his chest, her cheeks warming. As if she wasn’t just grinding up on him as they were making out.

“Ah… sorry, that’s my cousin and her friends.” He chuckled, abashed.

“It’s okay.” Angel smiled at him, taking in his pretty eyes.

~~~~~

They spent the next few hours dancing, kissing, and occasionally touching more than what would be socially acceptable. During one of the set changes, Kyle introduced her to his cousin and her friends. They hit it off rather quickly. At the end of their night, Sarah decided to stay overnight with her friends and Kyle chose to go home with Angel after she invited him. Her apartment wasn’t too far from where they were at anyways.

“I’m sorry… I don’t usually do this. Bringing home a stranger.” She glanced down. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I don’t do that either.” His lips tugged into a small grin.

She looked up at him and smiled softly. Her eyes drifted to his lips. Kyle noticed and began to inch forward until their lips met. It was soft. Her lips and the motions were slow and sweet. Very different to the one in the heat of the festival. Her hands rubbed up his mesh shirt, nails scratching softly through the thin fabric before clasping tightly behind his neck. His own hands rubbed on her waist in slow circular motions.

Their kisses and touches ached and Kyle began to quickly lead her back into the room. Not that he knew where he was going. His first mistake as the beautiful woman he was currently in a delicious lip lock fell from his arms.

She yelped when her body hit the back of her couch. The suddenness of it causing her to tip backwards. She landed on the plush cushions with a soft ‘oof.’ Kyle looked down at her in shock, mouth open but no words came out. Part of her legs and feet dangled over the top. She looked up at him, eyes glancing back and forth between his own, dumbfounded before her the corners of her lips turned up and a giggle started. Then it turned into full blown laughter. Kyle grinned at her cute reaction and joined with a chuckle.

She lifted her hands up to him and as he began to pull her up, she yanked him down over the couch with her. Giggling all the while. His arms stretched out to catch himself on the cushions. He could barely think before her lips were on him once again. This time there was more heat to it. More passion.

Her hands were cupping his face. Fingers rubbing softly against his freshly shaven face. He shifted their bodies into a more comfortable position and put his weight onto one arm before bringing the other hand up. He let it glance lightly against her body until it rested softly against the crook of her neck and shoulder. His thumb rubbing her neck with an equal softness.

He felt more than he heard the soft groan that left her lips, muffled by his own. Her legs shifted and he felt her knees up against his hips. Kyle gave into the temptation and lowered his lower body until he was flush against her. This time he heard her moan. He shivered in delight.

Her tongue flicked out to lick his lips and he let her in. Their tongues danced against one another. Damn he loved the taste of her.

Angel pushed him back so that she could reach behind her to unclip her top. His mouth immediately latched on her nipple. Her back arched, a pleasured sigh escaping her lips. She felt herself getting wet, her slick soaking her black bottoms and she bucked her hips into Kyle’s. His moan vibrated through her chest.

Kyle kissed her chest some more before sliding back and removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. Her hands helped him pull them down, leaving him in his boxers.

“Where’s your bed?” He held her hands and helped her up off the couch. Angel led him to her room, she removed the rest of her clothes and heels and laid her bare self on the soft bed. Kyle stood by the doorway and just stared at her beauty. Her legs were slightly open and he could see the glimmer of her slick weeping from her pussy.

Angel’s face burned at his intense gaze. “Kyle?”

That broke him out of his lustful haze, swiftly removing his boxers. He hung heavily, his arousal twitching against his navel. The tip flushed and his veins throbbing. Angel licked her lips as he grew closer.

Her hand reached for his cock but was quickly intercepted by Kyle’s larger hand. “Let me…”

Angel let herself fall back as Kyle took his place between her legs. Instantly sucking and licking at her soaked pussy. His hands held firmly on her thighs, not letting her rub against his head. Kyle’s tongue flicked on her clit and she moaned rather loudly that she was sure she’d get a complaint about it later.

“Oh, fuck! Kyle!” Her nails scratched at his short hair.

The wet, juicy sounds of her slick and Kyle’s sucking turned her own, making her even more wet. He licked stripes up and down her pussy, then slipped a finger in rather easily. She was panting now, little moans interdicted with louder ones.

He added a second and then a third, really stretching her out for him. The bed sheets had her juices pooled beneath her. His fingers pumped faster and his mouth sucked harder on her clit. She moaned loudly as her walls clamped down on his fingers as she orgasmed around them. The sounds coming from her nearly made Kyle cum but he held the base of his cock with his free hand to stop his load from blowing too early.

His fingers slipped from her pussy and he watched as her slick lips clenched around nothing.

“Kyle, please…” Her eyes were pleading, flicking between his eyes and his straining dick.

“Angel…” He moaned as he tapped his tip against her clit. She wiggled her lower half in an attempt to get him inside her. She whined when he pulled away but groaned as Kyle pushed his tip just barely inside.

He huffed and then pushed all the way in, earning himself beautiful, pleasure-filled noises. He was halfway in when she half sat up and pulled him closer, locking their mouths in a heated kiss. His hips jerked forward the final few inches until their hips were touching. His arms and thighs shook from the pleasure he was feeling. Her plush pussy was sucking him in, clenching against his thick cock. Desperately trying to milk him for what he’s got. And he had a lot to give.

The first few thrusts were overstimulating, so Kyle went torturously slow. It didn’t last too long before he was pounding into her sweet pussy faster. Their bodies coming together created wet lewd sounds. His cum filled balls slapped against her ass with each hard connection. Kyle could feel her wetness dripping down his balls. The viscous fluid becoming creamier with each thrust.

“There ya go, love.” Kyle panted. “Look at those tits bouncing every, every time I fuck my cock into ya.”

He looked down at her boobs bouncing with his thrusts. A hand reached out to pinch at her nipple. Her hips bucked in sync with his.

“Ah! Ah! Kyle!” He pinched and twisted her nipple harder. “Fuck! Fuck!”

He thrusted his cock into her faster than before. His balls beginning to tighten while her walls clenched harder onto him.

“Kyle~!” Her voice going a higher pitch. The bed creaked with their thrusts.

“Shit! Ah! That’s it, love!” Kyle’s eyes began to roll back as his creamy cum left his body and streamed into hers. “Yes, ah! Fuck! Fuck!”

The feeling of Kyle’s hot cum squirting into her made Angel cum harder than she’s ever cummed before. Her legs shook violently and her back arched off the bed. Kyle’s pace slowed but her didn’t slip out as he came to a stop. Both panted hard and Kyle wrapped his arms around her, flipping them over still connected.

A surprised squeak slipped her lips and he chuckled. Then she groaned softly at the new position. He didn’t move, however, instead tightening his hold on her.

“Cuddler?” She teased, palms splayed over his chest. She could feel how fast his heart was beating as he took deep breaths.

“Can’t blame me for hugging an Angel.” The laugh that shook her body was making Kyle giddy. The movement made him groan as her pussy clenched on his softening cock.

“S-sorry.” She bit her lip. She took the moment to push against him and he let her go. Kicking a leg over, his cock slipped out along with a gush of his cum. “Ah!”

Kyle hissed as his cock slapped against him covered in both their fluids. He felt his dick hardening watching his cum drip from her twitching pussy lips.

Angel then laid next to him, her head resting against his chest. Her hand reached over his stomach to his hand. She held it as she slipped one of her bracelets she made for the festival over onto his wrist.

“To remember me…” She said it so softly, he almost missed it if he wasn’t staring at her in awe. His cheeks burned as feelings he’s rarely ever felt before churned in his chest. Her dilated eyes looking back just as fervently.

On its own, Kyle’s hand reached for her chin pulling her into a deep kiss. She moved over him again, one of his hands on her ass cheek to help not that she needed it. He gave it a tight squeeze making her moan into his mouth.

They continued their moment together past sunrise. Kyle made sure to bring her pleasure as many times as Angel could take. He hoped he’d spend more time with her in the future but knew it was unlikely since he lived on another continent. Silently, she hoped the same thing.

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Mahindra Furio 12 & 16: The Perfect CV Trucks for Business Efficiency

Trucks are an essential thing for any business, and if the right truck accompanies you then that makes everything worthwhile. Mahindra knows this requirement and came up with Mahindra Furio 12 and Mahindra Furio 16 to ensure perfect reliability, efficiency and performance. Here is why these models of trucks will create great value in your business.

Mahindra Furio 12: Versatile and Fuel Efficient

If you are looking for a power trail that combines economy under one vehicle, the Mahindra Furio 12 truck is an excellent option. The Mahindra Furio 12 price ranges between Rs. 21.96 lakh and Rs. 22.99 lakh. Furthermore, this model has a mileage of 7 KMPL, which facilitates maintenance of the operational cost. It is a good choice for businesses that often require frequent transport.

Key Features of Mahindra Furio 12

Powerful Engine: The Furio 12 is equipped with a 138 HP engine featuring mDi Tech with EGR+SCR technology, ensuring both power and efficiency.

Impressive Payload Capacity: With a payload of 6468 kg, you can trust the Furio 12 to handle substantial loads, making it ideal for medium sized deliveries.

Large Fuel Tank: With a 190 litre fuel tank, you won’t have to stop often for refueling, which is perfect for long hauls.

Solid Build: The 4500 MM wheelbase and a Gross Vehicle Weight (GVW) of 11990 kg make this truck stable and durable for various terrains.

Mahindra Furio 16: Built for Heavy Loads

Mahindra Furio 16 provides more power and higher capacity. It is best suited for businesses that require additional demand to be met and taken to the next level in terms of performance. This vehicle is versatile in all ways, with an approximate price range of Rs. 24.48 lakh and Rs. 25.82 lakh, when it can effortlessly bear heavier loads and big operations.

Key Features of Mahindra Furio 16

Higher Power Output: It comes with a 140 HP engine, which achieves better performance and smooth handling even with heavy cargo.

Massive Payload: It offers a payload of 9525 kg, so it is well capable of carrying heavy consignments.

Fuel Efficiency: However, the engine is robust and provides a good mileage of 6 KMPL, which also helps to keep the fuel expense under control.

Tough Build: It has a wheelbase of 4500 mm and a GVW of 16140 kg. This build is capable of withstanding even the most trying roads and protects your cargo with the utmost care.

Whether you choose the Furio 12 for flexibility or the Furio 16 for heavy duty power, each of the two models is a good investment for any business looking to improve its logistics optimization.

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The Impact of Great UX Design on Business Growth

It is 2024, and the value of great UX design should be clear as crystal to all business owners. Time and again, major multi-industry studies have proven that businesses that recognize the importance of UX design are in far better positions to grow their user bases and revenue streams.

Here are some of the most notable studies that have explained the impact of great UX design on business growth in the past few years:

“The Business Value of Design” report by McKinsey, 2018

McKinsey’s 2018 study establishes design as a competitive advantage, not just a strategy. It tracked 300 companies worldwide over 5 years, correlating strong design practices with financial success. The study used the McKinsey Design Index (MDI) to track companies.

Data showed companies with higher MDI scores (i.e., more strategic investments in product design, UX design, etc.) saw up to 56% higher returns to shareholders. This illustrates design investment is a powerful driver of long-term revenue, not just a cost.

“A New Horizon for Design” report by InVision, 2019

InVision’s 2019 report surveyed over 2,200 organizations to understand design’s business impact. It found smaller, more mature design teams often yield better financial outcomes than larger, less coordinated ones. The report highlights the fact that great UX does not have to be expensive.

“Design Economy” report from the UK Design Council, 2018

The UK Design Council’s 2018 report shows design contributed £85.2bn in Gross Value Added to the UK economy in 2016, comparable to three-quarters of the financial services sector.

There are many other studies like this from the past decade that we cannot fit in here. Some recent estimates even suggest that investing in world-class UX design services can help businesses boost their online conversion by up to 400%.

How does that happen and why do all of these studies keep coming to the same conclusion? In this post, we’ll explain exactly how focusing on UX design leads to business growth. We’ll walk you through all the direct and subtle perks of working with the best UX design agencies.

What Happens to Your Business When You Prioritize UX Design

‘UX design’ or ‘User Experience design’ is all about designing products with your target users in mind. When a company prioritizes UX design, it automatically prioritizes its user base over everything. This approach leads to a downstream of direct and indirect business perks:

By focusing on user needs, companies create digital products that better meet expectations

Intuitive, user-friendly UX designs make products easier to engage with

Satisfied users who engage deeply with products drive increased sales and profitability over time

Well-designed products also have fewer points of confusion and require less troubleshooting

Here’s what happens to a company’s business metrics when they undergo this sequence of events.

Increased Revenue and Cost-Savings

A study of over 1300 organizations across 80 countries found that:

84% of companies that focused on improving their user experiences increased their revenue by at least 4 to 8%

79% of these companies reported significant cost savings

The cost-savings part is easy to explain because repeat users are cheaper to acquire and retain. Acquiring new users costs 5 times more than retaining existing ones!

Once you give a user base a taste of great UX design, it becomes easier to monetize them and make them long-term brand loyalists. Increasing your user retention rate by just 2% can help you earn back up to 10% of your annual digital marketing budget.

Combine all of these factors and it is easy to see that prioritizing UX design not only leads to substantial business growth but also major cost cuts.

Boost in User Loyalty

Why do users stay loyal to a brand? Some think it is all about low prices, while others think it is brand perception. But, if you ask the users, they’ll say ‘previous experiences.’ In a survey by PwC, users were asked to rank their top reasons for abandoning a brand.

37% of users said that having bad experiences with a product, service, or brand itself is the number one reason why companies lose their loyalty. This percentage was way higher when the same survey was presented to Gen Z users. Other surveys have reported similar trends.

According to Zendesk, over 50% of users claimed that UX quality is more important to them than ever. The same 50% said that they’ll switch their allegiances to a competing brand after having just one negative experience with a brand or product.

This figure balloons up to a whopping 80% when they have more than one bad experience. All of these figures repeatedly show that users seek high-quality experiences over everything. Only by prioritizing UX design, can brands can give users what they seek and secure their loyalty.

Boost Your Brand’s Design Competence

It is common knowledge that Steve Jobs was design-obsessed. Jonathan Paul Ive, one of Apple’s most prominent executives, was a designer himself. We’re mentioning these names because Apple’s design-centered approach to service creation is one of the main drivers of its success.

When a company prioritizes UX design from top down, it is more likely to attract high-quality design professionals. These are the individuals who can create user-friendly products and enhance a user base’s brand loyalty. In other words, if your company invests in great UX design:

You’ll be able to hire and retain more design talent

Your products will have a competitive design edge through intuitive, delightful user experiences

Users will develop stronger emotional connections to your brand

Your design-centric culture will permeate the entire organization and foster more user-centric innovation

By making UX design a strategic priority, you can transform your company into a design powerhouse that much like Apple keeps raising the bar.

Increased Team Involvement

The leading UX designers today follow methodologies like Agile UX, Lean UX, Design Thinking, etc. All of these methodologies give utmost importance to stakeholder feedback. During the design process, UX designers ask everyone for feedback.

Developers, marketers, product managers, and pretty much everyone else on the team is asked to share their inputs on the design work. Their inputs are reviewed and then incorporated into the revised designs by the UX designers.

This modern, feedback-based UX design approach helps businesses in various ways:

Continuous feedback leads to better design decisions and higher-quality products

Feedback helps ensure that all aspects of the design meet user expectations and address real-world problems

Regular input allows for quicker adjustments which speeds up the design process

Businesses can adapt their product designs quickly to changing requirements and user preferences

Risks like expensive design mistakes and post-launch revisions go away

By embracing these modern UX design strategies and methodologies, you can create more user-centric products while streamlining your team’s workflows and reducing overall costs and risks.

Increased Employee Satisfaction

Investing in UX design gives your brand and product a higher probability of success. That is exactly what everyone in your team – from developers to marketers, wants. After all, why would they invest months of work into a product that fails to resonate with users?

Why would they work extra to revise their months of hard work? Investing in great UX helps avoid these types of issues. It increases collaboration and buy-in across the entire organization.

Conclusion

hen a service or utility has so many proven benefits, it becomes a business hazard not to invest in it. Neglecting UX design can make your business lose out on all of the benefits we discussed.

Even worse, it can make your users feel you do not care about them as much as your competitors. Do not make that costly mistake!

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