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Spiral ramp to the âBig-4âł bridge, Louisville, KY
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A Tale of Two Cities: Travels to Louisville
A travel post at The Storytelling Blog. Because every place tells a story. Louisville, Kentucky and St. Louis have striking similarities, I think. Do you agree? #travel #Louisville #setting
Louisville, as seen from the Big Four Bridge. Sometimes a new place is much like home. I have traveled to Louisville, Kentucky twice for the Imaginarium Convention, and managed some sightseeing in the process. East on Interstate 64 for about a four-hour drive, Louisvilleâs fondness for fleur-de-lis emblems reminded me of my home base, St. Louis, and got me thinking about the parallels betweenâŚ
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#Anheuser-Bush#baseball#Beer#Big Four Bridge#bourbon#Cardinals#Cave Hill cemetery#Copper & Kings Distillery#Frazier History Museum#history#Imaginarium#Kentucky#Louisville#Louisville Slugger#Muhammed Ali#Muhammed Ali Center#Riverboat#setting#storytelling#wine
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The Famous 4 of Louisville, Kentucky
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#baseball museum#big four bridge#churchill downs racetrack#kentucky#louisville#louisville sluggish baseball museum#mama loumri#sluggish museum#travel louisville
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Just a few of the bridges Iâve photographed â¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸
Hoover dam, pedestrian bridge Kentucky, swinging bridge in West Virginia, mackinaw Michigan. To name couple
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Books of 2024: THE AMBERGRIS TRILOGY by Jeff VanderMeer.
Up next! This series is how I'm bridging my current writing/revision project with the one on deck for my personal nano. They're both Weird Stories, but the one I'm working on now is Weird (genre), like VanderMeer, and the one I'm planning for November is going to be Weird (fungus), also like VanderMeer. I hope to get Driscoll vibes AND some New Book vibes out of this!
#books of 2024#book photo#book photography#jeff vandermeer#ambergris#city of saints and madmen#shriek: an afterword#finch#also these are deceptively small books#they look Slender but the shortest one is almost 400 pages lmfao#(the big one is not cumulatively numbered but IT is SEVEN HUNDRED AND FOUR PAGES!!!)#sir wtf#i suspect CITY will be vaguely ALWAYS COMING HOME#(weird to read and brainbendy and dense)#(since it's also lots of little pieces put together)#anyway i've been hanging onto this because vandermeer = driscoll vibes to me#and then i realized i wanted to do weird fungus for nano too so i'm like. ah. perfect. we'll use this for bridge material.#and then i have SO MANY HAUNTED HOUSE STORIES TO READ >:D#i am very fond of these covers#and they're a good size of paperback#i'm considering springing for the new southern reach paperbacks because i only have the collected hardback and that's not hand-friendly
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lower decks is the best star trek show. i'm not taking constructive criticism at this time
#HOLY SHIT#no spoilers but. oh my god the latest episode is SO GOOD#i knew we were going to get at least a part of mariner's backstory this season and IT DOES NOT LET DOWN#really season 4 has been banger after banger#A Few Badgeys More was the only episode i was kinda eh on#if you asked me how i would rank lower decks after just watching the first two seasons i would probably say like. high mid#it's funny but not that deep#but in the last season it's quickly rocketed to be one of my favorite shows. certainly my favorite of new trek#idk it's just rare that a show seems to perfectly straddle being largely made of references and specific star trek jokes#while also having incredibly strong characters. not just of the main four but also the bridge crew. t'lyn. even compelling one offs#tbh i think the reason it's so successful is because it actively avoids the BIG GALACTIC DESTRUCTION plots that disco picard and prodigy do#(though prodigy much less so)#it just. let's the characters exist and builds plots around the characters instead of the other way around.#anyways sorry for rambling. the latest episode just. gave me feelings.#lower decks#my posts
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worn the fuck out why did my grandparents have so many children and then why did all their children have so many children
#played THREE rounds of foosball (first to nine points each) with the eight year old and then he wanted to play animals upon animals which is#a very delightful animal stacking die rolling game and i could've played a lot more of that only then the ten year old came along and wante#to start a game of monopoly and i did some theatrics about how LONG and BORING monopoly was and i'd rather play the spinning fish game with#the four year old but then they wheedled me a bit and i said fine but i would be setting a timer for thirty minutes on my phone and then i#would be fishing but then it was thirty minutes and i said fine ten more minutes because i'd just bought boardwalk and was flush with hope#but then had some spectacularly bad rolls and had to start mortgaging everything and somewhere in all that i forgot to stick to the timer#and then i was mortgaged to the hilt and hungry (two aunts got stuck on the bridge coming and dinner was pushed back and back) until finall#i landed on a property with a hotel and then another with FOUR houses on it and that was it for my career as a landlord#after dinner i sat down at the keyboard and banged out some tunes with the four year old (her full force with her palms and me rattling up#and down the top octave with two pointer fingers which i think will be quite bruised tomorrow) and it turned into freeze when she abruptly#switches the keyboard off and runs a lap around the grand piano and continue banging when she gets back on the bench and then after that sh#started chasing me around the big living room sectional and there was a lot of slipping skidding around corners in my socks which was FUN A#HECK and then i let her roll me around on the nice thick rug and then she chased me some more around everyone eating cake (mango mousse and#a green tea three layer with red bean cream SO GOOD) and then my mom sighed a lot about how stinky i was in the car#there aren't even that many children!! two of them had just turned thirteen! teenagers!! but there was just so much children for so few#children (six of em) sheesh!! okay yeah definitely time to shower now sor#a happy thing#sor.txt
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Dernier jour entier aux USA !
Alors tranquille parce que câest encore les vacances. Un petit tour Ă Louisville sur le pont Big Four qui mène les piĂŠtons dans lâIndiana ^^
Et regarder Harry Potter Ă la tĂŠlĂŠ, câest une grande expĂŠrience. Jâai chronomĂŠtrĂŠ pour ĂŞtre sĂťre : 8 ou 9 min de film - 5min30 de pub - 8 ou 9 min de film - 5min30 de pub⌠ça prend du temps de voir un seul film !!!
Jâai rĂŠussi Ă faire entrer toutes mes affaires dans mon ĂŠnorme sac Ă dos, je suis fière đ¤
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the phrase "not a happy camper" is useless to me because i would ALWAYS be happier camping than i am in any other situation. i love camping
#ive been pretty disgustingly depressed and i know going camping would fix me#preferably with my parents and brother in our pop-up but i'd also take alone in a tent. who even cares#coffee brewed with weird ass spigot water and hostess mini donuts and a fire and playing ds with my brother#and my dad and i riding our bikes barefoot around the campground one-handed with a solo cup in the other hand#driving our big old lumbering beautiful tow van over the bridge and parking four blocks off the beach and having the longest walk of ur life#whatever. whatever#i don't know if we'll ever go on a camping trip as a family again. but i hope we do.#i hope we didn't already have the last one without getting the chance to know it's the last one
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reading words of radiance and kaladin sure cant catch a break. straight from jail to the chasms. had like 2 days with his men in between.
#im worried about syl tho. and dalinar. and adolin. and navani. and eshonai. and jasnah. and seth. and bridge four. and#not worried about shallan because i will simply murder brandon if anything happens to her :)#i feel like i've got a big (high)strom coming tho haha im in danger
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Was out for a bike ride across the âBig Fourâ pedestrian bridge in Louisville - ran across this fellow, a self taught musician he told me.... interesting guy.
#busker#big four bridge#louisville#guitar#street musician#original photography#photographers on tumblr#lensblr#luxlit#cycling
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Had to write 'a murder of crows' in a fic and it took me two solid minutes of just staring at it before sighing in exasperation because of this blog
#there are just some words and turn of phrases that I can't take seriously#and one of them in particular is going to be a big problem for a future wip but#i'll burn that bridge when I get there#also; I've had spicy Signora dreams four nights out of the last five??#i've never thought anything special about her but my mind apparently wants her#i'm especially confused because... i never have spicy dreams. never#<- okay confession over#crow screaming
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âthis is killing me.â kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. âjust trust me bro,â his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. âthis works everytime for me i swear!â
kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie heâd taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. âmaybe itâs too cringeâŚâ he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. ânah.â bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. âyou look sexy.â kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. â⌠thanks bro.â
this isnât something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. heâd seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than heâd like to admit.
âi feel like a modern jay gatsby,â the ex volleyball captain huffed. âmy selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties heâd throw in hopes to get daisyâs attention except i donât want to post every night, iâve already made myself cringe with this one post.â bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. âyeah⌠whatever that means.â kuroo frowned back âitâs a classic, you should know what i mean!â
how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far heâd felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasnât enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.
what were you doing? why werenât you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?
these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadnât for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least heâd know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.
âthis is stupid.â he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someoneâs attention. âit works you just have to wait, trust me.â
kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who werenât you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. âlook!â his best friend grinned as he leaned over kurooâs shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. âyouâre getting likes on it!â
âwhatâs the point if theyâre not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.â kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldnât believe heâd been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.
it had been about forty five minutes since heâd posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didnât give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why werenât you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?
âthis is stupid.â he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with âlooksmaxingâ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. âno, itâs barely been up!â bokuto whined. âyou look hot so you should get some replies anyway whatâs the big deal?â
pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. âthe big deal is the person i posted this for hasnât replied!â what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasnât going to at least make his existence more known to you? heâd even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldnât.
the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. âyes they did!â he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.
kurooâs heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture heâd made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?
psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasnât an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.
bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and heâd regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait heâd so carefully laid. this is what heâd been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards heâd sown.
clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokutoâs grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.
âthe label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut itâ
âa wins a win.â bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. â⌠a wins a winâŚâ
#not proofread!!!!!!#iâm so rusty at writing what the haleâŚ.#but this other model i worked with back in the winter replied with âfinallyâ when i swiped up to his story the other day LOL#this is where i got inspo from#he posted post gym too đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤#heâs saurrrrrr hot and funny but weâd both been plotting on each other for months through silly ig stories#so embarrassing but the gatsby method works!!!!#this was also half an unfinished draft i left back in 2022#so 2024 me canât take full credit đđ#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsuro#kuroo tetsuro x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#hq#hq x reader#hq x you#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsuro x you
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LATHER ËË ěľěëš
to help raise money for charity you and your friends make your way over to the rich neighborhood to handwash cars in your best skimpy bathing suits and clothing.
pairing ââ¸â¸â¸ choi soobin x fem!reader đˇ iΡcâudἹs đ soyeon from gidle, chaewon from le sserafim, and karina from aespa
genreďšđďšâ¸â¸â¸ smut, rich playboy!soobin (like very rich), a lot of sexual innuendos, blonde!soobin
warnings ââ¸â¸â¸ unprotected sex + pull-out method (be safe!!), kinda bratty!reader, mean dom!soobin, degradation kink, name calling (slut, whore, good girl), dacryphilia, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, slight overstimulation (f. rec)
kipoâs note ââ¸â¸â¸ remember everyone, every body is a bikini body can i get an amen?!!?! :D think of this as the start of my hot girl summer writing era lmaooďźăăâďźthis was really pushing my wc of drabbles⌠lol sorry, what can i say! i hope you enjoy!! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! âĄ
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you huffed loudly as you tried to pull down the smallest shorts youâve ever worn. when they didnât budge, you slumped into the chair at the stand you and your friends were currently setting up. at least you werenât that hot with your bikini top and jean shorts that barely covered your ass in the summer sun. for charity, you thought, itâs all for charity.
âalright, i think everything is good,â soyeon said, as her eyes scanned the stand. you, soyeon, chaewon, and karina were on the sidewalk in some rich neighborhood to handwash cars for this charity program youâre all volunteering for.
karina got up from the grass where she was filling water balloons and placing them in a bucket, âwater balloons are done! are we ready to get started?â there was a piece of paper on the bucket that read â$20 TO GET THESE GIRLS SOAKED!â on it. before soyeon could reply, chaewon walked up to you three.
âi already got a couple offersâtheyâre paying big money to see us drenched and washing their cars,â chaewon said as she sat on the plastic chair next to you. soyeon scoffed a little and rolled her eyes as she looked around to the various large and elaborate houses. there were already some men waiting on their porches or flat out in their yards with a chair and a beer.
one man in particular had his eyes on you this whole time. he was one of the ones sitting in his yardâsunglasses low on his nose bridge as he sipped from whatever beer he had. his blonde hair and white button up shirt made him stand out in contrast to the green grass behind him. you gave him a small and sweet smile while trying to make it seem like you didnât notice his persistent staring. a smirk grew on his face and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. men are so easy, you thought.
the whole idea to even do this car washing service came from soyeon, surprisingly. in her own words, âletâs take advantage of shitty rich men for charity money!â it wasnât a bad ideaâyou even suggested that you continue the car washing service in other neighborhoods too.
soyeon grabbed the megaphone from the table and said into it, âall right, gentlemen! whoâs ready to get wet?! starting prices are on the sign above me and remember, it costs extra if you want something special! letâs raise some money for charity!â the rest of you all started whooping and cheering as all the men came up to you four like moths to a flame.
you were in the process of taking a lot of twenty dollar bills and passing out water balloons whenever the man from the yard who had been eying you finally started to approach. you had to tear your eyes away from him when a water balloon hit your chest, soaking your bikini top in the process. turning to the culprit with a shocked screech, chaewon smiled at you.
chaewon was completely drenched and sudsy from the car her and soyeon just washed. she held an open water bottle in her hand and you knew exactly what she was about to do with it. âchaewon!â you laughed as you looked at the water dripping off of you. you peeled some of the green balloon off that stuck to you.
âthe guy whoâs been eyefucking you is coming over, be ready,â she said lowly as she poured the water over your shoulders. karina smirked at you as she took over handling the water balloons. chaewon walked back to the table and you turned to greet the man.
his eyes trailed up and down yourânow soakedâbody, especially the red bikini top that covered your boobs. he took a water balloon from karina, pressing the twenty dollars into her open hand, and made his way to you. âneed any more help getting wet?â he asked you with a sly grin.
now that he was up close, he was really attractive. he also didnât look that much older than you, which surprised you slightly. you gave him an innocent smile, he was probably some billionaireâs son. âfor charity? of course i am, if youâre offering!â you exclaimed as you held out your arms and prepped yourself to be hit with the water balloon.
instead of throwing the balloon he latched his finger underneath the strap of your bikini top. âwhat if i want a special offer?â he leaned into you and said lowly near the shell of your ear. your faces were inches away from each other as he looked you in your eyes and awaited your answer. the strap of your bikini top snapped back down onto your shoulder as he let go of it.
you could feel heat spread across your body, especially towards the pit of your belly. now, you werenât really one for a casualâor not so casualâhookup with a stranger, but you were willing to make an exception for a good cause. besides, he was just so alluring. if you werenât already so wet, youâd bet your panties would be soaked right now.
you looked at him through hooded lids and said lowly, âyouâre gonna have to make a generous donation to charity if you want to fuck me, stranger.â his smirk turned into a slick smile.
âname your price and iâll double it,â he replied, âand itâs soobin.â you licked your lips in thought and his eyes followed the motion. how much could you squeeze from him before he retracted his offer? just how badly did he want to fuck you? you debated for a moment on the price.
âone million dollars!â you settled on, raising a brow at soobin as you lifted your chin. soobin broke out into a playful laugh and you watched his reaction. he began nodding, like it meant nothing to him.
âtwo million it is!â he replied and the two of you made your way over to the table where the credit card reader was. soyeonâs eyes nearly fell out as she looked at the amount soobin transferred, and yours almost did too when you leaned over to look at the screen. instead of transferring over two million dollars, he transferred over four million.
soobin turned to you and smiled, âfor the pretty girl in front of me.â you thanked him with wide eyes. you turned to soyeon and she mirrored your expression as she mouthed, âfour million?!â
you turned back to soobin, âi hope you donât mind waiting for a few moments. i have to wash this car quickly.â soobin shook his head and crossed his arms. âtake all the time you need,â he replied.
smiling, you told him youâd be right back. as you were walking away, you heard soyeon cheekily say, âyou can set up a chair and watch her if you so desire.â you helped karina grab the soap and brushes and the two of you made your way over to one of the cars waiting to be washed. when the two of you finished, you were completely drenched from head to toe and lathered in soap.
soobin had taken up soyeonâs offer and watched you the entire time. he came up to you with a towel in his hand that he outstretched towards you. you thanked him and dried yourself off as best as you could and tried to get most of the soap off. soobin trailed the tips of his fingers along your jaw, âready?â
his fingers lifted up your chin so that you looked at him. suddenly flustered as the reality of what you were about to do hit you, all you could manage to do was nod in reply. soobin smiled and took your hand as he led you back to his house. you looked over your shoulder at karina, who was now standing with chaewon as the two of them made kissy faces at you and laughed at how your cheeks heated further from it.
the inside of his house was just as nice as the outside, but you barely got to look around before lips were pressing kisses to your neck. soobin wasted no time with you as he backed you up towards the living room and pushed you down onto the couch. his eyes were dark and full of lust and it made him look like a completely different person than the one you knew just a few seconds ago.
âtake your clothes off,â he demanded as he unbuttoned his shorts. he pulled them down, revealing his bulging erection, as you crossed your legs and leaned forward slightly. âwhy donât you take them off for me?â you challenged.
the corner of soobinâs mouth lifted as he took a step towards you. his tall figure hovered over yours as he hooked his fingers under your bikini straps and pulled them down. goosebumps raised along your skin where he touched and a shiver ran up your spin when he started to untie your bikini top at your back. once it was untied, he tossed it to the side onto the couch.
you shivered slightly as a cool chill swept over your now exposed breasts, making your nipples perk up. soobin rubbed his thumbs over them as he grabbed your breasts. âso beautifulâŚâ he muttered to himself. his fingers trailed down your stomach and stopped just above the hem of your jean shorts. he looked up at you briefly, darkly, and you hooked your thumbs onto the fabric and pulled it down along with your panties until you were now completely naked under him.
soobinâs eyes raised to connect with yours, ânow, are you gonna suck my cock or do i have pay more money, you fucking whore?â you reached for the band of his boxers but he slapped your hands away.
soobin swiped his thumb across your lips, âopen.â you did as you were told, mouth open wide with your tongue hanging out as you waited.
âgood girl,â soobin smiled. he pulled down his boxers, hard cock slapping against his stomach. you faltered, closing your mouth as you saw just how big he was. soobin pumped himself a couple times before looking at you with a raised brow.
you shook your head a little, ready to speak about how you definitely werenât fitting him in your mouth before soobin roughly grabbed your chin. âdidnât i say open?â he asked you before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. you whimpered into the brief kiss before he pulled away and brought your lips to the tip of his cock.
your mouth opened wider willingly for soobin as you began to swallow him inch by inch. tears pricked in your eyes and you looked up at him when you were about halfway down his cock. soobinâs head was thrown back as small whines left his lips. his hands were entangled in your wet hair, aiding you.
when you stopped, already feeling him at the back of your throat, he looked down at you and moved your head down further. âyouâre a good girl, arenât you?â soobin asked you and you nodded weakly, tears streaming down your cheeks. âso fucking take it,â he added.
soobin began thrusting into your throat, grunting in pleasure as you moved up and down him. soon, his mouth hung open as warm cum spilled down your throat with his release. soobin pulled you off him, thumb catching his cum that spilled out and pushing it back into your mouth. âswallow,â he demanded, âall of it.â your brows furrowed at the salty taste and you swallowed thickly, whimpering at the pain of your bruised throat.
âsuch a slutâŚâ he trailed when you opened your mouth to show how you swallowed all of his cum. your hips rolled against the couch, needing any bit of friction you can get. âsoobin, pleaseâŚâ you whined hoarsely. you needed to feel him inside you. you need to feel how much he stretched out your aching pussy.
âturn around. bend over the top of the couch,â soobin told you. you turned and got up onto the couch, spreading your legs and bending so your ass was in the air for him. his hand smoothed over the curves of your body as he spread you apart.
âalready so wet and i havenât even touched you⌠you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh, you slut? fill you up?â soobin asked you as he mockingly rubbed his tip against your wet entrance. you bit your bottom lip and nodded, hips pushing back onto him as you stared at him desperately.
âplease,â you whined again, âwant you to fill me upâŚâ soobin roughly pushed into you and you let out a loud gasp from the suddenness. he pounded into you rigorously, big hands gripping onto your hips as he pulled you towards him to match his pace.
you cried out as your thighs began to tremble. âs-soobin⌠gonna cum!â you whimpered, biting down hard to try and silence your moans but to no avail.
âyeah? you like that?â soobin hissed between moans as he fucked into you harder, âyou like me fucking you like this, whore? you wanna cum around my cock like a good girl?â you nodded desperately and buried your face into your arms as you cried out again from his tip hitting your cervix. the rope in you snapped and your warm cum leaked down soobinâs cock as he continued fucking you, leaving a creamy white ring around his base.
wet sounds filled his living room as you gripped onto the cushion of his couch, ât-too much!â tears wet your cheeks as you looked back at him with furrowed brows.
soobin laughed humorlessly, but it was staggered. he breathed heavily as he pulled you up from the couch, âtake it like the slut that you are.â you felt him twitch and he quickly pulled out of you. whining at the sudden loss, soobin flipped you around and cursed lowly before he began pumping his cum covered cock rapidly over your boobs.
his cum shot out onto them, painting them a pretty white as soobin whimpered. he took your chin again and brought his lips to yours roughly as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer as the kiss deepened.
once both of your lungs were on fire, soobin pulled away a little and you could feel the smile on his lips. he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, âi bet your charity will be very pleased with my donation.â
soobin pulled away fully and you shied away from his stare with heated cheeks. the two of you got cleaned up and made your way back out to your charity event. it was dusk now and it seemed like the girls were just about to start wrapping everything up. âthe prodigal daughter returns!â soyeon exclaimed, causing the others to laugh.
you hid your face in your hands as you helped them clean up. the four of you ended up raising almost seven million dollars for your charity that day, and your friends made sure to thank âmr. four million.â
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Omegas are the best for the military. Everyone knows that, itâs just common sense.
Omegas are notoriously level-headed and calm, protective without the tendency towards aggression and territorial possessiveness that characterizes their Alpha counterparts. Theyâre cooperative and adaptable, with heightened senses that at one evolutionary time kept them safe from rabid Alphas.
Now, itâs best suited to sniffing out potential threats, communicating sub-vocally, and noticing the smallest changes in their environment. The military finds them much more economical for combat, special ops, and even espionage compared to Alphas, who are pheromone sensitive, hard-headed, and generally indelicate.
That said, theyâre not without their uses. Alphas tend to be lean, fast, and vicious. That aggression makes them both sword and shield in a fight, filing their sense of pain and fatigue down to almost nothing until the threat is neutralized.
Still, having a full-time Alpha in a squad isnât a necessity except in special circumstances.
Per usual, Task Force 141 is special circumstances.
Four specialist Omegas with a metric ton of trauma per team member has the unfortunate consequence of hormonal imbalance. One thing feeds into another, a heat is put on hold for a mission because they canât spare the manpower - it stacks and stacks and stacks until sleep is scarce and their usually well-maintained instincts are bursting at the seams. Compound that with the near loss of one of their team membersâŚ
The new Alpha is already there when the team returns from their latest assignment.
Laswell is waiting on the tarmac and an operative in black gear is standing a polite distance (plus one step more) from her elbow. Well within peripheral, but deferent. Their hands are clasped behind their back, shoulders straight but loose.
As TF141 approaches, Price expects the Alpha pheromones to waft his way any moment. Itâs normal, expected even. A new environment, meeting strange Omegas, Alphas usually burn through their neutralizers quickly. Perhaps a vestigial instinct to carve a space for themselves in the world. Not necessarily their fault, but it happens.
Price is surprised that he smells nothing from the Alpha at all. Just the scents of detergent and soap, clean and standard. A quick glance at Simon confirms their most-sensitive nose doesnât detect anything either.
Laswell introduces them, an Alpha that sheâs personally worked with before and can verify is solid both on and off the field.
The Alphaâs muzzle is heavy duty but long-wear design. Hard-case and rigid instead of the more popular soft and flexible ones. Cushioned but firm at the bridge of the nose, chin, and corners of the jaw. Buckled tight at the back of the head, steel grid pattern across the front.
Price doesnât arch his eyebrows at it but itâs a near thing.
They duck their head in greeting when Laswell introduces them as Saint, eyes flicking up briefly to each team member, eye-shine reflecting green in the bright runway lights.
Soap whistles, impressed.
âYer a big âun, thaâs fer damn sure. Didnae ken they make âem like ye,â he drawls. Ghost cuffs him upside the head, reminding him to behave.
Saint blinks and doesnât say anything. Curious.
âLetâs do proper introductions inside,â Price decides.
It goes much the same way in the 141âs den as it did out on the tarmac. Saint stands quiet and still while the Omegas take their turns.
Thereâs no scent to familiarize themselves with, so itâs mostly offering theirs to the Alpha. Except Saint doesnât duck down to the neck Gaz offers. Instead, they pluck up his hand and bring his wrist to their muzzle. Inhale so quietly that only the swell of their chest indicates that theyâre breathing him in.
They chuff softly, hold so loose that Gazâs hand nearly drops from theirs. Itâs approval, it canât be anything else, but it sounds so⌠detached.
Still, Gaz chuffs in return, and makes way for the others. Saint does the same to Soap and by the time Simon steps up, heâs already tugging his sleeve up and his glove down.
Simon, to his own surprise, receives the same polite huff as the two sergeants. Most Alphas have found his direct scent to be unpleasant - too sharp and savory, bordering on Alpha. But Saint doesnât seem to mind in the slightest.
When itâs finally Priceâs turn, the only difference is that Saint swipes their own wrist along his. Scent claim. Not marking the 141 as theirs, but rather Saint as belonging with them.
Laswell, suspiciously amused, takes her leave soon after.
The 141 has an Alpha. A permanent one.
Living with an Alpha would have been a learning curve on its own. Living with SAINT is something else entirely.
For one, they apply clinical-strength neutralizer religiously. They have spares stashed everywhere. In their go-bag, their combat gear, the den, the lockers - even one in Priceâs office. Itâs better than the ones with fragrance, but if not for their ever-present muzzle, no one would be able to tell that theyâre an Alpha.
And speaking of the muzzle.
It goes beyond common courtesy and public conduct. Even in the den, they keep the thing tightly pressed to their face, and donât remove it for anything. They eat in their room and drink through straws when necessary.
When Price tells them that the team wouldnât mind if they used a bite guard in the den, they just chuff softly and brush a hand along his shoulder. The muzzle stayed.
Itâs not to say they donât seem comfortable. Day by day, little signs of trust and ease seep into their Alphaâs mannerisms if they know where to look for it. A brush of skin here, a sub-vocal purr there. Spending hours upon hours in the den, available for any of the Omegas to sit with or cuddle or chat to. As much as teammate as an Alpha in the traditional sense.
It doesnât take Soap and Gaz long at all to start hanging all over them, but Saint takes it with all the patience of their namesake. Price finds Soap lounging in their lap most times that theyâre sitting, or leaning hard into their side while they watch recruits.
The muzzle is a no-touch zone, but they donât get even growl the first time Soap discovers that. They just redirect him with a quiet click of their tongue, and let him nuzzle in when he apologizes.
Gaz is hardly any better, scent marking Saint like some bad Alpha stereotype. Poor thing goes around smelling overwhelmingly of bergamot and honey sometimes, but they never mind, never stop him from pressing his face to their chest or their back or even into their hands. Rubbing his face over any bit of skin or fabric available, even their jugular, despite the vulnerability of such a spot.
Still, Saint is aloof.
Theyâre perfectly responsive to their Omegas, head tilting at the slightest vocalization, quick to offer physical comfort when asked. They hardly ever seek it out for themself though, and show none of the near-obsessive behaviors associated with even the most mild of Alphas on the spectrum.
âI dinnae think Alpha likes us,â Soap whines one evening.
Saint is eating in their room, leaving the Omegas to a cuddle pile while they wait for their return.
Heâs been lamenting it for a while now, repressing the rejected pang in his gut any time Saint doesnât vocalize back, or reach for them first.
They work out in the Alpha-Only gym on base and do their laundry in the designated Alpha wash. Neither of those are regulations, itâs a choice they make. And it hurts a bit.
Saint is sweet, but their politeness goes past the point of old-fashioned.
âCourse they do,â Simon grunts, dismissive. âThey probably like us too much.â
âHow do you reckon?â Gaz asks.
âAlpha didnâ go tâ eat âtil we were all fed,â he replies, shrugging.
And itâs true. Saint doesnât collect a scrap of nutrition until every one of their Omegas has had something to eat. Even Price, stubborn and work-focused as he can be, is gently urged to eat before Saint fills their own belly.
It doesnât stop there.
Saint is always the last one on or off a transport, and quick to notice if any of them are injured. Theyâre always present around large groups of other Alphas, especially recruits.
The sheer amount of time they spend available is unusual, preferring the den to rest in their off hours - even sleeping there on occasion.
Then Gazâs heat is due. A week out and heâs already feeling it descending - itâs been well over six months since his last one. His skin feels itchy, his senses on overdrive. Thirsty and hungry and generally feeling restless beneath the skin.
âAlpha,â he calls.
Saintâs eyes are on him instantly, one-sided conversation with some other, non-Pack Omega forgotten. Gaz purrs, pleased.
âI want something of yours.â
They tilt their head, a silent question.
âA shirt or something,â he specifies.
And something in their gaze flickers. Gaz isnât sure what it means, but it definitely looks positive.
Saint brings him something better - a blanket. Itâs intimate; itâs perfect. It smells incredible, if⌠oddly faded. From his most reserved Pack member, it means the world.
Gaz balls himself up with it in the nest he assembles over the next day and a half, until he wakes up one morning with the knowledge that his heat will l well and truly have taken hold before midday.
He puts in his notice and calls his Pack.
Saint is the last to enter his barrack, a huge bag of supplies in their arms. Not just for Gaz, but for the rest of them. No one will be leaving unless duty calls.
And itâs perfect. The best heat Gaz has ever had. Surrounded by Pack and protected by his Alpha, who stays on watch while Price and Ghost and Soap fuck him through the dregs of preheat and well into Heat proper.
Half of him purrs at his Alphaâs dedication to protecting them, to providing for them. The other half protests the Alphaâs attention being anywhere but on him.
âAlpha,â he calls. And when that only earns him Saintâs eyes and not his affection, he barks, sharper, âAlpha.â
They come to him instantly, settled in between his legs, smooth their thumbs along the glands at the base of his neck. He curls into them trilling and chirping and needing more than just social acceptability right now.
And finally, finally, a low rumble sounds through his Alphaâs chest. Itâs deep and rich, hits the subharmonics in a way that has all the Omegas going still and quiet. Their voice purrs out a moment later, practically vibrating their skulls.
âEasy, Omega.â
Gaz bares his neck, whispering, âSaint.â
They lean in, breathing loud and deep, warm hands soothing an ache in his lower back. âIâm here, Kyle.â
They fuck well into sundown, Kyle so wound up that he canât bear to be parted from Saint to even let them breathe. Any space between them is whined or growled or bitten out of existence, the ever-indulgent Alpha soothing their Omega with their body, with the newly discovered vocalizations that he just canât get enough of.
Ghost and Price have to feed and hydrate him between rounds, working together to manage his clingy limbs and careless (but sharp) teeth. In the meantime, Soap helps to do the same for Saint, who is far more cooperative.
âHowâre you still goinâ?â Soap wonders, amazed, slipping bites of granola between the bars of their muzzle. Saint is sitting upright with Gaz collected against their chest, sweaty but already breathing evenly again.
Saint licks a bit of chocolate off their lip and meets his eyes easy as anything, serene for how blown out their pupils are.
âIâm your Alpha. I go until you need me to stop.â
Which just sets them all off, each taking (needing) a turn with their Alpha.
By then, their neutralizer has begun to wear off, friction and sweat and fabric thinning the chemical deodorant to nothing. The scent is intoxicating, unlike anything any of them have ever smelled before. Itâs overwhelmingly Alpha, overwhelmingly good. Even Ghost and Price, rare to bend the knee to anyone, find themselves weak for that scent.
No wonder Saint keeps it on lock, itâs practically a weapon in itself, not demanding submission but expecting it. A foregone conclusion. In a social setting it would be a brutal domination, rude wouldnât even be the right word for it.
Saint isnât just an Alpha, theyâre on the extreme end of the spectrum.
The kind that comes with counseling and desensitizing therapies. Etiquette schools and specialized doctors.
The kind of Alpha that can not only manage four chaotic Omegas, but give them what they need.
With types like Saint, Alpha isnât just a designation, itâs a title. And the 141 is proud that itâs theirs.
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kinktober â๨ৠentry #3 ; throat training w nanami kento .á
dear diary âĄ,
last night, i gave kento a blowjob / head ! it was terrible, though, and iâm surprised he didnât hate it! it was my first time â i was spluttering all over the place and messed up his pants >< so embarrassing! iâm embarrassed to even reminisce back to the scene! i dunno . . i think, maybe he liked it because he kept groaning (?) and i swear it was growing harder and harder in my mouth each time i choked. i heard that guys like those things . . at the mention of choking â his cock was hitting the back of my throat so much and making me teary! because he didnât let me touch or wipe my face, i bet i looked so stupid with teary eyes and a big cock in my mouth (T_T) even though itâs all terribly embarrassing, i canât help but want to do it again . .
âkenny, dâyou still like me?â you quip, joking half-heartedly. you sink into the couch besides him, tossing your leg over his. he lets out a soft grunt, tugging your body closer and onto his â falling pliant against his warmth.
âwhy do you ask, honey? of course i do.â he speaks, purring against his chest. âhowâs your throat?â
you huff, nuzzling closer into his chest and taking a longed whiff of scent. fuck. âkenny . . i wanna do it again.â
âwhat is it you want to do again, doll?â he questions, his fingers twirling into the soft strands of your hair.
âwanâwanna suck your dick again.â you whine, pressing your chin onto his chest and looking up at him. heâs already peering down at you, admiring the soft shimmer of need and want in your eyes. âplease . .â
âhmm . . no can do doll.â he hums, grinning at your dedication. his hand leaves your hair, coming to softly wrap around your throat. you let out a soft, pained squeak, the ache in your throat prominent. âsee? youâre still hurting here.â
ââs only a bit . .â you whine hoarsely as his hand snakes to the back of your neck, tugging you close to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. âmaking you feel gâgood is more important.â
âthatâs not true. your health is most important, sweet girl.â he speaks sternly, laying against the cushion and taking you down with him. you can feel the chub of his cock beginning to stiffen, prodding against your tummy where you lay against him. your innocent demeanor and soft tone donât fit the conversationâs topic â maybe thatâs whatâs making him so fucking hard.
you giggle, tracing a finger down his chest, feeling his heaves grow manual. âkento, can feel you gettinâ hard below me.â you purr, tugging yourself higher up onto his body by his neck. you wrap your arms tightly around his strong neck, as tight as it permits with his huge collarbones. you nuzzle against his cheek, pressing an abundance of kisses onto his freshly shaven face. âlet me, jusâ teach me, i know you want to.â
he growls when you paw at his bulge, bucking his hips into your hand as his way of approval. you giggle â heâs too easy. but how could he say no to those gorgeous begging orbs and your soft squeaks of his name? darling â he is a strong man but . . not that strong.
nanami flips you under him, arms caged around your body as he hovers over you. he stands tall, eyes never leaving your face as his hand drags across his clothes bulge, making the shape prominent through his sweats. âcome here.â he commands, and you reach your arms forward, crawling towards him on fours like an obedient puppy.
you paw at the waistband of his pants and he lets you â lets you tug down on the loose fabric to reveal his now thinly clothed cock solely covered by his cotton briefs. you feel yourself damn near salvitate at the sight before you, easily able to locate his bridged tip that lays clad against his right thigh. âhow does your throat feel?â
ââs alright kento . .â you mumble with no regards for your throat, eyes zeroed in on the fat tip of his cock you need to suck on.
âhey. do you remember what i taught you yesterday?â he chuckles, fingers tapping on your hot cheek to bring you back to reality. your eyes flutter back into his face, giving him a soft nod before leaning into the apple of his palm. his hand moves from where it once laid against your cheek to the bottom of your jaw, pulling you forward and mere inches away from his shaft. he uses a thumb to tug down at the band of his briefs, teasing his fat, blushed tip right in your face. you whine, pacing back and forth from his face to his cock for a green light â and he gives you a nod.
you give his damp slit a soft, shaky peck, growing goosebumps across the back of your arms and across your back when you hear him chuckle. youâre nervous and he can tell â but he wonât make you a fool. his hand still cups your jaw gently, thumb trailing to press at your puffy lower lip as a way to signal â stick out your tongue.
and of course you do â pink tongue sticking out before giving his slit an experimental lick, laying the hot muscle fully across his leaking hole. he groans at the warmth and velvet touch, and you feel him twitch below your tongue. it doesnât take long for your confidence to boast, enveloping his fat cock head with your soft, chubby lips.
kento sighs, his right leg stepping up on the cushioned couch where youâre sprawled. he tugs the remainder of his briefs below his plump balls, giving you the full view of his swollen, flushed shaft before you. itâs intimidating of course â but, you can do it. youâre sure you can.
with confidence soaring through your body, and a low groan to boost so, you take him further into your mouth, slobbering over the first few inches of his shaft. you moan at the stiff being in your mouth, running your tongue on the underside of his top before swirling it over. âfuck.â
nanami quickly bucks his hips, mumbling quiet apologies when he hears you squeak from the sudden movement. you peer up at him, his disheveled hair and heavy pants paired with lidded eyes tell you something he doesnât need to express verbally.
âare you ready to take more?â he asks all sultry, as if he was offering you a sweet treat. in a sense, he was.
you nod gently, sure to keep your teeth away from the shaft. itâs sensitive here, try to keep your teeth tucked in, and donât bite down no matter how much it hurts.
you flashback to the night before, cunt quivering at the reminder. his hands grip a tad tighter at your jaw, pressing himself into your mouth further than you had expected â his cock slides to the left side of your cheek. he moans wantonly, gently thrusting at the soft walls of your mouth.
you look great like this.
he readjusts himself, pulling himself out before pressing himself deep into the depths of your mouth as you permit it to â finally hitting the rim of your throat. he gives it an experimental thrust, and low and behold comes what you have dreaded most ; you gag.
you look up to him with watery eyes, swollen lips pulling away from his shaft with his cock still lodged deep in your mouth. you splutter â coughing lowly at the intrusion.
âsee? youâre still much too inexperienced to take it.â he chuckles, giving your throat another gentle squeeze. to his entertainment, it makes you gag again, the rim of your throat tightening and he feels it all.
your brows furrow, and you sniffle gently, desperate to reach to wipe away the forming tears. without remorse, nanaminâs hips press forward, bulging at your resisting throat. âopen up.â he groans, a hand coming to swipe away your hairs.
you do â you try â loosening your jaw and throat like he taught you the night before. his chubby tip lodges deep into your throat at the intial loosening, and you gag harshly around him. âcalm down darling,â he coos, thumb coming up to wipe at your damp cheeks and nuzzle your face in a comforting sense. he thrusts slowly, careful not to trigger another gag. your sniffles are staggered, eyes shut tight, ânice and slow . . .â he drags out, nearly stuffing the remainder of himself down your swollen throat. the ache in your throat is growing more prominent, as is the ache in your sore cunt. it aches everywhere, and you need kento to satiate it.
"you're making me so proud, darling." nanami's leg steps forward, closing the distance between your mouth and the base of his cock. you sigh internally, body shivering when you feel his dewy balls against your chin, the damp sweat making it so that his ball sack sticks to you. you bravely press yourself deeper into him, another low gag is elicited but it doesn't stop you from nuzzling against his manhood, taking a longed whiff of his honey-blonded bush. the rough patch of hair rubs against your nose, making you moan. you look up to him again, eyes lidded and lashes fluttering incessantly â god, you drive him crazy. he looks away â he has to, or he might just cum deep in that warm throat of yours and disappoint you, darling.
his hand readjusts, the one once gripping your jaw comes up to tug at your hair once youâve adjusted to him. âbaby listens to her daddy so well, doesnât she?â your heart flutters at the mention of your favorite nickname for him â his eyes meeting yours expectingly. you nod with your eyes, pupils slowly dilating into hearts. âdoing such a great job warming and sucking daddyâs cock.â
he tugs you back by your hair, watching strings of spit drag across his shaft from your warming mouth. nanami gradually increases the pace of his fucking, his tug on your hair growing a bit stronger, hips moving harsher. your eyes shut tight to prepare yourself for a proper fucking, pacing yourself to acclimate to his well-earned blowjob after these training sessions. âdaddyâll make sure you feel so good after this, okay? just let me use my sweet babyâs throat right now, just for a bit.â he groans, shooting you a soft smile before you feel a harsh pump to the back of your throat â a short spurt of cum dribbling straight down your throat.
oh â youâre in for a long night.
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