#david m. friedman

[dadsinsuits]

David M. Friedman

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - David Friedman

Time for our favourite scruffy southern detective ;)

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

He likes to cuddle. Leant up a bit against the headboard with you snuggled up against his side with your head on his chest and his arms around you.

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

He wouldn't say he particularly likes any part of his body. Only time he really considers his own body is when he notices how much various places ache from his job taking its toll. On you, it's your legs. It was the one of the first things he noticed about you and your legs have been a turn on for him ever since.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers inside you.

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

This one's a dirty secret you share. No one can ever find out you and David once had sex in an interrogation room at the precinct.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few partners, and he was married. He's experienced enough to know what he likes and how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Chair sex, with you straddling his lap. That way he can touch as much of you as he wants and have you nice and close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not overtly goofy or anything. He has a dry humour that surface at times, especially if you two are getting a bit creative and hurried.

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

Shaving his face and combing his hair is about as much as he fusses with personal grooming, never mind anything else.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a rough edges with a soft centre kind of guy. He may not be romantic with words but in his actions, things like the way he looks at you, how he strokes your hair and brushes his fingers down the side of your face. Moments like that feel very intimate and romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You can't always be together, but you're good at phone sex. You love listening to the sound of him pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes handcuffing you to the bed. Sometimes he'll let you put the cuffs on him. Like the time you cuffed him to a chair so he couldn't touch you while you gave him a lap dance. Satin and lace. The world he spends most of his time in is hard, bitter and ugly and he likes when he can distance himself from it. Part of that is he likes seeing his lover wrapped up in something soft, silky and pretty like lace lingerie or a satin nightgown.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Pretty much anywhere at home. And the back seat of his car.

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

When you wear tight pencil skirts and heels. He loves the way it makes your ass and legs look.

When you pull him in by his tie to kiss him.

Sass. Whether it’s aimed at him or someone else, he loves when you bust out the sassiness.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No knife or gun play.

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

He prefers to receive, but he will go down on you if you want him too. Not that he doesn't like it, he just thinks he's more skilled with his hands.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kind of in the middle. He likes to take his time before he goes hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes you have to take advantage of time and/or place. A favourite is before work or if you can both get away during a lunch break or something.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's pretty happy with how things are, but if something gets him or you curious, he's usually willing to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Twice. He lasts a decent amount of time, and he's thorough on the foreplay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nothing that he'd gotten himself. But he did find the vibrator you had from before you got together and asked you to use it while he watched.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'd say he's not trying to tease, he's just enjoying himself. But the effect on you is the same.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mid-range. Grunts and gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

David’s job has him seeing the worst sides of humanity almost every day. He’s built up a hard shell, but it does still get to him, it hurts him, makes him angry and scared. He’s trying not to drown his feelings in a bottle so much. Instead he’ll bury himself inside you. Holding you tight, skin to skin, breath in your scent, brings him a feeling of peace and safety like nothing else.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length but thick.

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

Pretty high. A combination of love for you, personal tension and wanting to make up for the times he's not there, you have a lot of sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s got a bit of insomnia, so it usually takes him a while to fall asleep. Having you tucked up against him helps and listening to you breath and feeling your heartbeat helps lull him enough to sleep.

[snowblossomreads]

Welcome Home

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: In where David receives an interesting letter from [Y/n] who has been missing for a while, only to return home to a surprise.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Oral (M and F receiving), Just unhinged [Y/n] antics, Mentions of physical violence, Also angst??

A/N: SURPRISE SURPRISE LOOK WHOSE COME CRAWLING BACK. Me. Is she done with hiatus? Who knows we'll figure it out. BUT HERE IS SOME DADDY DAVE AND UNHINGED Y/N. Also is that LORE COMING IN? Yes it is. Enjoy now!.

P.S: Please ignore any mistakes this got out of HAND.

The amount of casework that had piled up on his desk, threatened to spill onto the ground, as one of the younger patrol cops tossed another folder on top of the existing pile.

"Got another one for ya Friedman," the youngster announced, only to receive a grunt of annoyance as a reply.  "Oh, also got this letter here too. It don't say whose it's from but it's got ya name on it."

That made his ears perk up, even if he didn't show it, as the kid walked away to deliver files to other folks. Letting out a grumble as he looked at all the work on his desk, he decided to ignore it all, more interested in the random letter that he went to pick up and investigate.

Sure enough, his name was written on it in swirly letters, just like the others, and he couldn't help but feel dread, and another feeling he didn't want to quite acknowledge. One that he wanted to yell at himself for feeling in the middle of the office in broad daylight.

'You gonna lose your job messing with this girl Friedman.'

Yet somehow, it didn't stop him from opening the letter, and being met with the same swirly handwriting. As cute as it was, there was nothing 'cute', about what was in the note.

"I miss you daddy~ All this running around sure got a girl tired when all she wants to do is be laid up with her favorite detective. There ain't no one out here that can do what you can for me, and I sure do miss how good you treat me."

He paused for a moment at that last sentence. Eyes narrowing, and thoughts brewing. Had she been with other people since she had been gone for nearly three months? Look, they were not an item, or anything like that. Fuck buddies at the most. Yet, there was a sting of annoyance at the thought of her doing anything with anyone but him.

'She really got you pussy whipped huh?'  

Rolling his eyes at himself, he looked up once more to make sure no one had come in while he was engrossed in the letter. Confirming that no one was paying him any mind, he went back to reading.

"I hope you've missed me too. I know how hard 'it' can get when you don't have this wet pussy, and tight ass to fuck when you need it. It's hard for me too, you know? My fingers don't feel nearly as good as yours do daddy. Can't even go as deep as yours can :(. You know a girl like me can only go so long without wanting a nice thick cock to stretch her out. What else was this pretty pussy for if I do say so myself?"

He paused again, this time, taking a deep breath, as his chest felt heavy and tight from the shallow breaths he didn't realize he had been taking while he read the letter. Granted, his chest wasn't the only thing that felt tight, as he shifted in his chair, uncomfortable at the pressure in between his legs. He thanked the lord that from the way his desk was oriented, no one could come up from behind him. 

But even so, he needed to calm his ass down unless he wanted to sport a hard-on in the middle of the precinct. Yet the urge to finish reading the letter felt more pressing, and from the way her handwriting devolved into messier scribbles, it seemed like she had probably been feeling the same as him.

Again, he looked around the space, and maybe it was his lucky day, but everyone seemed heads down doing casework and in no mood to pay attention to anything else around them. 

Jesus this girl had him doing some dumb shit. Knowing he should fold the letter up and finish it somewhere with more privacy, he did the exact opposite. 

"Something I think about every night, and every morning. Every minute actually. Can't help it, you know? Sometimes a girl just wants to be handcuffed and fucked dumb. You know that daddy~"

He did. Intimately. 

"Wish you were here right now, feel how wet I am just thinking about you fucking me. Id give you my ass too, I know how much you love stretching it while using my pussy. I love it to daddy. Any hole you want you can have long as you cum in it. Bet you're thinking about how much of a slut I am right now~"

She was right on the money, as he licked his lips, cleared his throat, and fixed his tie a little. He felt suffocated and it was 100 percent because of the filth she had written. 

Again. 

"It's true but only for you, only want you. Promise won't be long till I get back. We can do everything I told you we could. And more. Not that you don't fuck me dumb every time ~ Miss you. Hope these letters been keeping you warm, though I'm sure it's gonna feel much better to have me wrapped around you rather than your hand."

Love, 

Your Nightmare of a Slut <3

Closing the letter with a deep groan that sounded like a defeated sigh, Dave groaned a low, "fucking slut," under his breath, while trying to ignore his twitching cock that was trapped in his slacks.

It had been smutty letter after smutty letter since she had been gone, all of them sent to the office. He was sure it had raised some suspicion, but thankfully no one had gotten their head up their ass and opened them. 

That would be one hell of an awkward meeting with the chief, and he didn't need any more trouble after that whole Hornbeck thing from last year. Was she trying to get him fired or something? He only had a few more years in the slammer left before he could retire, and he would be pissed if he lost out on his pension because of it. 

'Can't blame it all on her. You ain't done nothin' to stop her from actin' like this.'

He sighed heavily, never having wanted to be home as bad as he wanted to right then. 

As soon as it hit 17:30, he was out of his chair and to his car. Barely saying a word to anyone, he bolted to the parking garage to get himself home; his mind still swirling with the words written in the letter that was tucked in his suit pocket.

He never sped so quickly in his life and as bad as it was, he was thankful for that one perk of being a cop. The chances of getting pulled over were slim to none. Which was great, because his cock was also trying to make itself known again as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

When the light turned green at the intersection he was sitting at, he gassed it.

The usual 20-minute drive became 10, before he was digging for his house keys in his pockets while jogging up the steps that lead to his front porch. Pulling the keys out and going to unlock it, he froze for a moment when the door knob gave before he had even turned the key. 

It was unlocked. 

Immediately he was on alert, as his danger senses began to tingle, and his hand was already reaching for the gun that was holstered to his side. Either he had forgotten to lock the door when he left that morning, which was not the case as he always checked twice. Or someone, who wasn't him, was in the house, and he wasn't about to just go in there without being ready for a confrontation.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself as he opened the door with one hand, the other holding his gun as he stepped into the sound of the front room television playing. 

The television he had turned off this morning.

What kind of burglar turns on someone's T.V. when they're robbing them?

"You hoo! Over here!" 

The sound of a very familiar voice rang out from the direction of his sofa which startled him, yet at the same time caused him to relax. Even if he was very irritated, as he clicked the safety back on his gun and placed it inside the holster he was wearing.

A growl left his throat, as he closed the door, taking his suit jacket off, along with the holster, and hanging it up roughly on the coat rack by the door. Once he was done, he stomped over to the sofa, and peered over it, only to find exactly who he knew it was.

Lounging on his sofa, wearing nothing but a silky low-cut sleeping gown that was already hiked up to her thighs, [Y/n] wore a cheeky grin on her painted lips as she knew good and well he was going to have words for her breaking into his house.

"Welcome home, daddy~." She cooed, waving at him in an attempt to get ahead of the scolding she was likely to be getting. "Wasn't expecting little ole me were you? But lemme tell ya, you sure are a nice sight for sore eyes." Her teasing was punctuated with a wink, as she sat up, only to turn and kneel on the sofa so that she could face him.

He was still scowling at her, brows furrowed and amber eyes shining with annoyance as he gruffly responded to her with a series of questions.

"Now how in the hell did you get up in here!? I could have shot you [Y/n]!  And matter of fact, just where the hell have you been all this time? Don't you tell me you've been out there doing some shady shit again?" 

Shady wasn't even half of it. But he didn't need to know any of that. Best to keep all the icky stuff to herself. Didn't need a man as fine as him, in every sense of the word, worrying about it.

"Oh you know I don't work and tell Dave. What's life all about if a girl can't have some secrets of her own." She responded. It was paired with a mischievous glint in her eyes that always meant trouble, and add the way her hand was wandering up his thigh, he already knew he was about to be pulled into it.

"Don't worry promise I was being good!"

"I look like some damn fool to you?" David barked, voice thick as he grabbed her hand with some force to stop her from going any further. "Anytime you go somewhere I know you're up to something. And that something is probably manslaughter so who was it this time?"

"What are you talking about? I ain't never hurt a fly in my life!"

"I ain't talking about no damn fly!"

A tiny huff left her lips, followed by a childish whine as she tried to snatch her hand back from the tight grip he had around it. Granted she did like the feel of it.

Maybe she ask him later if he could try it around her neck. 

"I didn't do annnnnythinng! Just wanted to get out of town for a bit, you know? It's too stuffy down here in the summer for me! Promise I was being good."

With the way he rolled his eyes at her, she knew he didn't believe a thing she said, yet, he easily gave up as there wasn't any way he could prove she had been up to something nefarious. Even though he knew her better than he had ever thought he would. 

Freeing her wandering hand, she beamed at him, face radiating joy while her eyes radiated hunger as she quickly made her way back to her prize. She didn't waste any time this go around as she skipped the wandering, and went straight to unbuckling his belt with such speed and accuracy, that in another world he probably laugh at the situation. 

But he didn't have time for that, because the moment she pulled both his pants and boxers past his hips with one go, her hand was already going to wrap around his cock that was already half hard. No doubt remnants from the smutty letter, courtesy of the woman in front of him.

"Fuckin' shit [Y/n]!" He hissed as she began to pump him hard and fast. The grip she had on his cock was just the right amount of tightness, and just the way she knew he liked it, as she licked and sucked at the weeping tip.

When the salty tang of his precum touched her lips, she could only let out a loud moan, which was more of a whine as she began to lick the thick head with hungry fervor. She had missed him, and she had missed this delicious cock of his. And from the way it stood to attention almost immediately when she pulled it out of its confines, she was sure he had also missed her attention.

"Fuck, mmm, you don't waste no time do you," he hissed as his head lolled back and an outstretched hand shot out to grip the back of the sofa to steady himself.

"Can't, missed you so much," she babbled manically before she was all but shoving his cock down her throat causing him to let out a loud string of expletives.

This only spurred her on even more, as she basked in the sound of his loud grunts, and deep groans that were dripping from his lips. Each moan, each sigh of her name, and each jerk of his hips towards her had that familiar coiling sensation in her stomach tightening and tightening it was absolutely addicting. 

"Mhmm, sure it wasn't, ugh shit, s-sure it wasn't my cock you missed doll?"

"Mish'dyouto!" She protested with a pout, though her words were all jumbled up as she didn't even try to pull away completely from him, too much in love with the weight of him and taste of him on her tongue. 

She had said it before and demonstrated it many times before, but she was weak when it came to him. How couldn't she be with a man like David? He may be the grumpiest soul alive, but that didn't take away from the charm he had. 

From the beautiful amber eyes, and hair peppered with greys, blondes, and browns. To that delicious stomach of his that showed a hint of a belly. And who could forget the cock that she was always ready to jump on when she had a chance?  She sure couldn't.

He was perfect, even if she wasn't.

Not caring to dwell on anything that wasn't part of making him come. [Y/n] squashed any negativity down swallowing around his cock, relaxing her throat as much as possible as she slid him down her throat. Down, down, down, until her nose was buried in his coarse pubic hair and she was swallowing around him. She widened her mouth as much as she could just before he began to thrust his hips wildly at the feeling of being fully engulfed in that wet heat. 

The sound of her throat being fucked, and his groans drove her crazy, and it wasn't long before her fingers were reaching into her underwear to stroke her already soaked pussy that was begging for him. 

"Thought you were, mmmm, tired of your fingers doll," David groaned as he watched her rub herself in desperation, "not big enough for that, ugh, slutty cunt of yours is it?"

They weren't, and she let out a pitiful whine for an answer as she pressed two fingers into herself. The digits slid in with ease, yet it barely did anything to relieve the fiery pressure that had been building inside of her. 

"Fuck! Oh christ!" David groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy and erratic with each passing moment. Telltale signs he was about to come. 

All the while, [Y/n] was basking in the way he was hitting the back of her throat, and how amazing he looked so disheveled as he fucked her mouth without care. Thank goodness she had taken him enough times to not worry about her gag relax going off. 

It only took a few more sloppily thrusts, and some well timed moans from her before, a shout of her name was ripped from him, and he was shoving, and holding her face against him as he emptied himself into her waiting mouth.

She drank every last drop of it too. Damn near almost choking on it the way the hot liquid just kept coming and coming. But being the slut she was for him, there wasn't a single second where she even thought about spilling a single drop of it. 

Feeling his cock begin to soften in her mouth after milking everything she could from him, she pulled away, her body buzzing as she licked him clean with a happy sigh. Feeling more than pleased with herself at the content groan that he let out, his large hand cupping the side of her cheeks gently. 

Once she deemed that her job was done, she gently nuzzled the side of his thigh before she looked up at him with eyes that pleaded for more.

"Dave please," she whined softly. Pulling away from him and hopping off the sofa. Only to walk around to him, and tug at the arm of the disheveled dress shirt he wore. 

"Want you, missed you."

Wrapping her arms around his shoulder, she leaned up to kiss his neck, before pulling him down a little so that their lips met in a bruising kiss.

He could taste the salty tang of himself mixed in with a sweetness that was hers as he kissed her, and all he could do, was press his lips harder against hers all the while her tongue traced at his thin lips. Memorizing each little crevice on the skin before he parted his lips, allowing her to do the exploring that she so loved to do between them.

Their tongues danced slowly and passionately as sighs filled the air and throaty whines left her lips. She was first to explore his mouth with a fervor she was known for before he was pushing her back. Dominating her in the kiss which she happily forfeited to him. 

It wasn't long before his hands found her sides that tensed the moment he touched her. Her body flinched away from him for a mere second. Not even long enough for someone to notice, but he did, and even if he hadn't noticed that, he did hear the little whimper that also left her lips which at first had him raise an eyebrow.

That sound wasn't the whimper of pleasure that he was used to hearing. No, it sounded different. Yet she didn't stop kissing him. Matter of fact her hands went up to his chest as she began to undo his shirt, more than ready to feel all of his skin on her.

Breaking the kiss, but not without leaving one last bruising one on her lips, David pulled back, which almost caused her to start to protest but she was quickly cut off by him.

"Naw, now stop that. You know I don't wanna hear any of that complain' now," he started, voice stern yet devoid of anger of any sort. "I've been at work all day and the last thing I want to do is fuck you on the sofa so we either do this on the bed or not at all."

Oh no, she couldn't have that. But also, she couldn't not tease him about it either.

"Your bones getting old or something detective? I mean last time, you ain’t seem to have no problem drilling me on this here sofa." She turned to stroke the back of the sofa, before giving it a pat for emphasis before looking back up at him with a sly expression that only had him rolling his eyes. 

God was she a menace. But if there was one thing he had learned, is that teasing her right back was a very effective means to trip her up. 

'Christ Friedman.'

Grabbing her jaw with one hand and squeezing it lightly, not enough to hurt her, even though he was sure she loved that, he continued his little scolding of her.

"You know with all that mouth you giving me it's sounding like you rather have your fingers for company than me [Y/n]. The door is right there if that's what you want."

Her eyes widened immediately at his words, and her lips drew themselves into a pout. And he knew he had her.

"Noooo! I'm sorry!" She cried, as her hands went up to grab his wrist as he let go of her. Instead of pulling away completely, he let her pull his hand to her cheek as she nuzzled the side of her face against his palm. "You know I'm not gonna complain about getting in your sheets. It's what I am here for you know!"

"Just for that?"

"And you too!"

A small smirk appeared on his lips, it was fleeting, but she grinned when she saw it. 

Oh, was he very much trapped in her spider web, as she led him through the hallway into the bedroom. 

Watching her flop on the bed once they were in, David went to undo his tie as he stalked up to her, throwing the fabric on the floor before he unbuttoned his shirt and discarded that as well.

[Y/n] had sat up by then, watching with a glint in her eyes as he stripped his shirt off leaving him naked. Her fingers itching already to touch him, but doing her best to ease that by reaching down to touch herself to ease the throbbing in her cunt that was screaming for him. 

Before she could even slip her digits between the thin fabric of her underwear and herself, David had already yanked her hand away from herself and pinned it to her side.

"No more of that," he growled, causing her to gasp, the rumble of his voice shooting straight down to her core, causing her to wiggle her lower half towards him, wanting him to just take care of the pressure that was coiled in her stomach.

"I've been without this cunt for too damn long [Y/n]. And then you send those letters. Not even letters, straight up smut you made up and you think I'm not about to fuck you dumb?" 

She wanted to tell him that was the point, but was distracted by him trailing kisses across her clavicle, and nipping at it before he moved down to where she wanted him to really be.

"D-Did you like them," she stuttered out as he began to kiss her thighs. Her legs spreading open for him on instinct to make sure he had all the room he needed. It seemed to spur him on, and the way his perpetual five o clock shadow rubbed against her as he sucked and nipped at her flesh, only had her breaths become shallower as he made his way up to where she wanted him to be.

"I thought you might get lonely, ah, wanted to make s-sure you had something to keep you entertained while I was gone daddy."

He had been entertained all right.

"Entertained huh?" he growled, as he pushed her nightgown up just below her lower stomach, the skin beneath peeking out a little.

He noticed a little discoloration on her stomach but didn't pay too much attention to it. Too busy with the task of ridding her of her soaked underwear, before he nuzzled her aching clit with that wonderful hooked nose of his. Her hips immediately canted upwards towards him, and a cry of pleasure flew from between her lips as he inhaled that heady scent of her before he let himself taste what he had been missing for months.

"Ahaa haaa! Yes right there daddy, r-right there!" She begged, as his tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves that set her on fire with each practiced flick of his tongue.

He alternated between giving the sensitive spot languid licks and sucking it as it swelled at the attention that it had been seeking for such a long time. Keeping her preoccupied with his talented mouth, he slowly dragged his digits up her thigh until they were joining him in pulling out whine after noisy whines from her lips. His tongue continued to dance around her clit as he slid two thick fingers into her cunt that sucked him into her with ease and urgency. 

The moan she let out was probably heard by his next door neighbors, but he couldn't give two shits. Not when he was ready to be balls deep in her as she began to grind her hips against his face furiously. 

"Ngggh, fuck! Oh fuck, Dave please!"  Her voice pitched higher and higher as he sucked on her while his fingers moved in and out of her soaked insides with both speed and precision. 

Each time he dragged his digits out of her, he made sure that he hooked them just right so that they would rub right against that spot at her entrance that had her practically shaking like a leaf. And he kept doing it, faster and faster, adding another finger next to the two and opening her up wider and it drove her insane as the coil in her stomach tightened and she could feel 

"Please what doll?" 

"Please, haa, please more gonna, ngggh! G-gonna come daddy, please."

"Mmmm if you gonna come then you better do it now." 

That was all she needed to hear before she let herself relax all the way. Let him bring him to that peak that her shaking and letting out a shriek of,

"Dave!"

Her shout became a strangled clipped noise as her legs stiffened, and her fingers clawed at the bed sheets as he continued to fuck her spasming pussy with digits that were drenched with her juices. Harder and faster just like she wanted it, her body stiffened even more, and the wet sounds coming from below her increased until,

"Fuck!"

She wasn't sure if she had said it or if he did or maybe it had been both of them. But what she did know, was that when she felt that gush of liquid from her pussy, she couldn't stop the cry that left her as the stiffness immediately released her and her limbs became uncontrollable for a moment. 

The spasming, the shaking, all of it happened at once and for a moment she wondered if she was dead because there was no way she could feel this good and still be alive. It was like pleasure had been injected directly into her veins, and it burned so good, better than she had ever imagined and she wanted more. 

Her mind was totally addled for a moment with the pleasure, even as David gave her cunt a few more licks, lapping up the juices that coated her thighs and her twitching cunt. Little sounds of pleasure involuntarily left her lips as he crawled on top of her, planting kisses down her neck, nibbling at sucking at it. He could feel her rolling her hips weakly beneath him and he chuckled against her neck.

Like her body was begging for more even without words and boy was he more than ready to give it to her. He had spent months fucking his hand while reading the letters she had sent him, wishing it was her cunt he was fucking. And he wasn't about to waste any more time as he let his hand roam down her front grabbing the hem of her dress and making a motion to pull it up so he could see all of her.

When he lifted himself off her though, the sight beneath him froze him in place and about knocked the wind out of him. What he was expecting to see was that soft skin that he had gotten well acclimated with. What he wasn't expecting was whatever he was staring at now in slight horror.

Her left side, from the middle of her belly almost to her lower back, was heavily discolored and severely bruised.

Like something or someone had repeatedly hit her in that area. From the looks of it, he wouldn't have been surprised if something had broken. And if not, how? But also, the pain. 

She couldn't have not been in pain with how large the area was. And suddenly it dawned on him. The flinching from earlier when he had grabbed her. He must have hurt her, and she just ignored it. But he couldn't now. 

"Dave?"

He hadn't realized how long he had frozen, not until her voice rang out and his eyes slowly drifted upwards to her. And whatever his face looked like, it must have startled her, because for a second, instead of that familiar look of lust that she always had around him, there was a true wide eye look of shock.

"Who did this to you?"

She looked down at herself and saw what she knew he was looking at. Her eyes lingered on the spot, or more accurately the area, before she shook her head and looked at him with a straight face. Looked at him like nothing was wrong, like this was a normal thing and at that moment he felt a large pit of emptiness and dread filling his stomach. 

"Mmm's nothing," she answered before settling back into the bed. "Now come on, don't you wanna do all those things I was talkin' about in them letters." Her fingers trailed up and down his arm and that smirk she was known for was back on her face. "Because I know I do~."

No he didn't.

How did she expect him to want to do anything with her in the state she was in? Maybe she could stomach it. He knew how she was; he would even indulge her from time to time. The spanking and leaving small bruises. But this wasn't him. He couldn't stomach this. Not when he had a strong inkling that whatever had caused the massive bruise was not consensual.

"No [Y/n] stop!" He growled, ripping his hand away from her with such force that she let out a startled yelp. Not because he had hurt her though. Not physically though. 

Yet it hurt him for some reason.

"I'm fine! I promise Dave please!" She pleaded, her hand going to reach for him as he moved away from her. "Just got in a bit of a mix up that's all. I sorted it all out don't gotta worry about it no more!" 

Moving off the bed and going to his closet to grab some clothes, anything to put a barrier between them, he reappeared with a robe wrapped around him a deep frown etched on his lips.

"Doll I know you get up to no good sometimes. No don't even try to act like that. We both know it's true," he continued as she tried to interrupt him with an argument but he wasn't having it. "But this, no this is different, what have you been up to since you've been gone [Y/n] I ain't gonna ask you again."

Like a deer in headlights, she froze. Her mind buzzed with any excuses she could give to him about where she had been and what she had been up to. Each lie less believable than the one before. 

"[Y/n]."

His voice was low, dangerous even and it was different from the way he spoke to her. He wasn't playing with her anymore. He may have been fucking her, indulging her whims that could get him into some deep shit if anyone found out. But if there was one thing Dave was good at, it was getting answers out of folks in whatever way he had to. Even if he did like them.

No wonder why the chief didn't have the balls to fire him after that scandal with the senator.  

She had to come clean to him. Or as clean as she could without giving herself away completely.

"He knew where someone I was looking for was at Dave," she admitted in a whisper. Barely loud enough for him to hear and not looking up at him. Too ashamed to do so, knowing what she had done was plain stupid. And all because she let her emotions run wild. "Said he could show me where and I went like a dummy. I was so caught up, that I didn't even realize what was happening till he dragged me out into the middle of nowhere."

"Who?"

There was a bite to his voice, a growl that existed just on the edge of it that had her sitting up a little straighter. His eyes were dark, not from lust, no that was long gone, they looked stormy, angry. It confused her, and even in her lamenting she felt a familiar buzz of arousal trying to come back even though the moment for any of that was long gone by now."

"Who what?"

"Who did this to you [Y/n]? And who the hell you out lookin' for that got you all beat up like this?"

"I can't," she blurted out shaking her head, eyes lowering, cowering away from the fire in his that burned her. "Can't tell you Dave I'm sorry…maybe one day, but not today you gotta trust me!"

Trust her?

He hadn't gotten this far in life or in his profession by trusting people easily. Everyone was looking to stab someone in the back, or bribe someone just so that they could climb the ranks. And lord knows he wasn't an angel either when it came to having to bribe people sometimes to get them to cooperate with a case. It was just something that came with the job. 

So, asking him to just trust her was not an easy thing. Yet considering everything she could have done to him at this point, which included murdering him, he felt like he did have to give it to her. 

He didn't trust her 100% but it sure was more than some of the people he worked with.

"Please."

Her voice was tiny, a far cry from the attitude and fire that she had no problem showing him and whoever had the bad luck of getting in her way. And it felt wrong.

Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he clicked his tongue before letting out a deep sigh that had been waiting to be released.

'Fine.'

Dropping his hand, he turned on his heel, almost out the door before she called out to him in confusion.

"W-where you goin'?" [Y/n] asked, as she began to scramble up from the bed with the intent to follow him.

Whipping around, he pointed at her and she froze in place.

"Stay."

He commanded sternly before he was out of the room leaving her dumbfounded and alone with her racing thoughts. 

There was an itch, the longer he was gone. A tingle in her fingers, the urge to claw at her skin that was crawling with anxiety, self-doubt, and distress. 

What had she done? Was he finally over her? Tired of whatever back alley situations she was getting herself into. What if he was calling backup to come and take her away and lock her up?  She'd deserve it, but this was not the way she thought this would have happened.

All these thoughts swirled in her head yet instead of spurring her into action like they would have, she just sat on the bed, staring at the door that he had left out of. Waiting for him and whatever he was about to do.

She could jump out of the window and make a run for it, but she sat until,

"So you do listen sometimes, come on doll."

His voice was so close to her, that it caused her to jump, not even realizing he had come back into the room and went to the side of the bed closest to her.

"Dave I'm sorry," she whispered, subdued and unlike herself as she let him help her off the bed. She followed him to wherever he was taking her as he led her out of the room with no questions.

If there was one person she trusted, it was him.

"Ain't got nothing to be sorry about," he replied, giving no real indication of how he was feeling as he brought her to the bathroom.

Wait why the bathroom?

Confusion settled in immediately as he led her into the slightly steamy bathroom. And it was still there as he brought her right up to the bath that was filled with hot water, and from the smell of it, some bath salts.

"Get in there and don't even think about running off when you done. Come straight back to the room alright?" 

Staring at the steaming bath and back at him with a dumbfounded expression, [Y/n] nodded. 

"Speechless? That's a first," he pointed out, amusement in his tone as he watched her stare at the bath with an unreadable expression. 

It made him wonder. Had anyone treated her this way before? Had he treated her this way before? A frown appeared on his features, as he leaned down and distracted himself by planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. 

"You gonna keep kissin' on me Detective and let the water get cold?"

He chuckled against her skin. There she was.

"Alright but don't go escaping you hear?

She turned to look at him, a wry smile that he had never seen before that caused his heart to hurt for some reason. 

"You know I won't."

"Mhmm," he hummed as he straightened up and left the bathroom. Closing the door behind him and leaving her by herself. 

Listening to his footsteps move away from the door, and knowing he was gone, [Y/n] felt her shoulders sag. The heavy weight that had been resting on it finally disappeared as she took off her clothes slowly and carefully. She did her best to not aggravate the large bruise that throbbed on and off during the day.

It wasn't as large as it had been though so that was progress. 

Stripped and free of her clothes, she took a few steps towards the tub and gingerly stepped in before slowly lowering herself into the water. The effects were immediate as she felt her muscles relax, and the ache from her side began to subside if only just a little.  

A sigh of relief left her lips as she let herself just relax. Knowing she was safe. And that David was right next door waiting for her. He was such a grumpy man. Yet he did this for her. Even after not telling him everything, he still cared enough to make sure she was okay and it made something in her chest tighten. 

From the first time they met he cared, and he hadn't changed after all those years. 

She was such a terrible person, she knew that. And it hurt to lie to him like this. He deserved to know the truth. But she wasn't ready, and she still hadn't finished what she had set out to do. So it would have to wait. She just hoped she wasn't dead in a gutter before it all could come out.

"Oh David Friedman," she murmured, a forlorn expression blanketing her features as she pulled her knees towards her chest. "You just don't know much of a mess I really am."

Letting out a small sigh, she let her head fall back against the edge of the tub, eyes squeezed shut tightly to hold back the tears that had been threatening to fall. 

She stayed in the tub for a while, tending to herself, and maybe putting some of his body wash in the water just so she could be surrounded by his scent. A mixture of coolness and spice that had her sinking in the tub, and blowing at the bubbles she had created.

By the time she had decided it was time to get out, the water was lukewarm and her skin was a bit pruny. But, she had felt so much better than she had been for the last few weeks as she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel he had laid out for her. 

Even if he was grumpy, and probably tired of her antics, he still was treated her kindly and she couldn't help but to smile at herself. 

Picking up her nightgown, which was a little wrinkled from everything she had just put it through, she slid it back on; forgoing any underwear, because those things were ruined and belonged in the trash. Which she tossed them in, as she left the bathroom and found herself standing at the threshold of the hallway and his bedroom. 

The lights had been turned out, and only the bedside lamp was on, as he sat in bed a book in hand as if everything earlier had not happened. He sure was good at compartmentalizing, wasn't he?

"Ain't it a little too early to be going to bed?" [Y/n] pointed out as she stepped into the room, getting his attention as he offered a little grunt as a response.

"With all the heart attacks you be giving me?" He asked, raising his eyebrow as we went to place the book he was reading on the bedside table. "It ain't never too early to call it a day."

"Aww come on don't act like that," she giggled, as she made her way to the bed, but only going so far as to stand at the edge of it, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

Seeing her hesitation, he pulled the blanket on her side down, inviting her to get in, and boy, he had never seen someone so happy. Her face lit up and she looked elated as she climbed onto the bed, grin and all while cozying up to his side quickly. A childlike excitement in her eyes as she looked up at him as if he was everything to her.

Another sigh, this time inaudible, left him.

"And don't you try to sneak out of here! If you ain't here when I wake up I'mma come find you."

"Is that a promise?" She grinned, only causing him to roll his eyes and shake his head. 

But there wasn't any real annoyance as she tucked herself into the warm sheets and nestled herself against his side. He hesitated for a moment before letting himself lay a hand on her shoulder. A purr left her lips at his touch, and she closed her eyes looking like the most comfortable woman alive.

"I'm serious [Y/n]."

"I know, I ain't going nowhere I promise," she whispered, drowsiness setting in surprisingly quick thanks to how safe she felt.

It didn't take more than 10 minutes before she was out like a light, her breathing evening out as she slept. All the while, David took several glances at her, making sure she was asleep before he let himself fully relax against the headboard.

He didn't know what the hell he was doing. Whatever it was, was probably not a good idea considering everything that had transpired, yet he couldn't not help her. She was a menace, full of attitude, and on the deranged side of things yet here she was sleeping like a little angel. Truly the duality of man, he thought as he closed his eyes, not really wanting to dwell longer on the extremely strange situation.

If he woke up dead the next morning, then so be it. He wouldn't have to deal with the mess he had on his hands, which he had also basically enabled. But with his luck, he probably wake up just fine. 

After all, he did trust her. 

A/N: : D shout out to @smilingformoney who supports my unhinged daddy dave thots. We love unhinged [Y/n] and I'm please to finally shell out some of her lore that has been in my brain.

Now go forth and leave comments LOL. They make me happy and it makes me want to write more :" D. Okay buh bye!

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 11. Imperfect Holidays | Friedman/Charley (OC)

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The other officers must have thought David insane for volunteering to work the night shift on Christmas Eve. The rest of them had to draw straws, and two unfortunate souls had to man the precinct along with him.

Well, David didn’t mind working Christmas Eve. The rest of them all had families to get home to, but not him. His daughter Jess was with her mom this year, and he wouldn’t get to see her until Boxing Day. All he had was his buddy Sadie, who was in Georgia with her own family, and the pretty little bar singer who’d spawned on a street corner like a goddamn video game character a month earlier. But Charley was working tonight too, since she got her old job back singing at the bar, and so rather than spend Christmas Eve drinking alone David figured he’d rather drink at the precinct and get paid overtime for it.

At midnight, when Christmas Day struck, David and his unlucky companions cracked open a bottle of whisky and each had a glass, though they all had to be careful to stay under the limit in case of a call-out.

It was a quiet night, though, most folks being at home with their families meaning there was less activity, although they did get one call-out for a domestic scene.

At a little after 1.30am, the phone rang, and Sergeant Daniels answered it.

“Yeah… Yeah, he’s here, hang on. Hey, Friedman!” Daniels called across the room to him. “Call for ya.”

“‘M busy,” David replied, not looking up from his paperwork.

“It’s Joe Perez.”

Joe Perez was the owner of Banana Joe’s, the bar that Charley worked at, where they’d met three years ago. David walked over to the desk and took the phone from Daniels.

“Friedman here.”

“Hey, Dave, it’s Joe.”

“Yeah, I know. What’s going on?”

“Listen, I know you’re working tonight, but I don’t know who else to call. Charley’s wasted and she ain’t got money for a cab. You able to pick her up?”

“Why ain’t she got money for a cab?” David asked. He knew she didn’t have much when she arrived a month ago and she hadn’t had her first paycheck from the bar yet, but surely she’d got some tips tonight?

“Says she spent all her cash tonight.”

“And you let her?!”

“Hey, man, I wasn’t running bar tonight, that was Ramon, and trust me I tore him a new one already. I can drive her home if you’re busy, but I gotta shut up shop first.”

“Naw, I’ll come get her. Thanks, Joe.”

***

David arrived at the bar twenty minutes later to find it quiet, the stools on the tables, and the only people around being Joe, cleaning the bar, and Charley, curled up on a couch.

He approached her, knelt down and shook her gently.

“Charl, it’s Dave. Wake up, darlin’, I’m gonna get you home.”

Charley grumbled at being woken up, but when her eyes blinked open sleepily, she smiled at him.

“Heyyyy, it’s my guardian angel,” she mumbled. “Savin’ me again, Dave?”

“Tryin’ not to make a habit of it. Come on, now. Let’s get you up.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and slowly sat her up. She burped, then snort-laughed. Deciding she was definitely too drunk, David tucked one arm under her legs and picked her up bridal-style.

“Whee!”

Charley giggled as he carried her back out the bar, thanking Joe for the heads-up as he went. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and he jostled her slightly.

“Don’t go fallin’ back asleep now, you.”

“But you’re so comfy,” she whined. “My handsome Prince Charming saving me - hic! - from havin’ to sleep at the bar.”

“I sure as hell ain’t no Prince Charming, babygirl. I gotta put you down now.”

“No!” Charley protested, clinging on to him tighter. “I like being in your arms.”

“How about I let you down, you get in the car, and I drive you home then you can be in my arms in bed?”

“Yeah, bed sounds real nice,” Charley said happily, and she let him put her down to unlock the car and get her strapped into the back seat. “Hey, why am I in the back? Are you arrestin’ me, Detective?”

“No, I ain’t arrestin’ ya, Charley. But you’re wasted and if you throw up I’d rather you do it in the back.”

“Naw, I ain’t gonna throw up. I ain’t no cheap drunk.”

“Clearly.”

Once he was satisfied she was strapped in, David got into the front seat. He’d hardly pulled away when she was already fast asleep again.

***

Charley woke up the next morning with a woodpecker hammering into her skull. No, wait… that was just her hangover. She rolled over in the bed, her arm reaching out instinctively for David, only to find he wasn’t there. She sat up slowly, her stomach still churning, as vague memories came back to her of David bundling her into the back of his car.

She managed to push herself off the bed, only for her foot to collide with a bucket. Fortunately it was empty, but David must have put it there in case she threw up in the night.

After peeing and washing herself up, Charley trundled out of the bedroom, wincing at the bright sunlight pouring in through the window. On the couch, David was asleep, his 6’1 body too long for the three-seater, causing him to be curled up in a ball.

She tip-toed past him to the kitchen and began pouring herself a generous glass of water, and she heard him stir behind her.

“You’re alive, then,” he mumbled sleepily as he sat up and stretched out.

Charley glanced over at him. He was stretching, his muscles clearly aching from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position, his hair a mess and his gorgeous little belly sticking out under his t-shirt.

David rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked at Charley properly. She was turned away from him, a half-drunk glass of water on the counter in front of her, and she had her head in her hands.

“Y’alright, Charl?”

She shook her head, and instinctively David was up and at her side, his hands on her shoulders. She kept her head turned away from him, as if she was embarrassed to look at him.

“What’s wrong, babydoll?” he asked gently.

She let out a sob she’d clearly been trying to hold in, and with that she lost it. David wrapped his arms around her as she turned towards him and buried her head against his chest, sobbing into his t-shirt.

“Hey, shh… it’s alright, Charley… c’mon now. Why we crying, huh?”

He muttered reassurances as he held her and stroked her hair gently, and all the while she sobbed against his chest. David had no idea what was wrong, but he hated seeing her like this. He might not be her boyfriend, but he still cared about her - way more than he should - and he didn’t want her distressed.

“M’sorry,” Charley mumbled eventually, once her breathing had begun to return to normal. “Fucked it all up now, haven’t I?”

“What you on about? You ain’t fucked nothin’ up, darlin’. You just drank a bit too much, that’s all. It happens. Lord knows I drink more than I should.”

She looked up at him at last, and he raised a thumb to her cheek to wipe her tears away.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“I…” Charley took a breath, her eyes threatening to spill again. “I lied to you, Dave. I’m so sorry. You been so good to me, takin’ me in and lookin’ after me… I shoulda told you from the start…”

“Told me what? What’s going on, Charley?”

She looked at him, her big round eyes threatening to break his heart.

“I got a problem, Dave. A real bad one. I didn’t lose my job in New York ‘cus of layoffs. I lost it ‘cus I turned up wasted. Threw up all over the kitchen. And then I got evicted for not payin’ rent. Couldn’t get a new job ‘cus all the bar managers know each other an’ now they all know not to hire me. Ended up on the street with nothin’ but the cash I got from sellin’ all my stuff. So I got on a train and… well, you know the rest.”

A problem… a drinking problem. David knew she liked a drink, but no more than anyone else he knew. In fact, since she came back, he’d never even seen her touch the stuff, even at the bar.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Charley mumbled, averting her eyes again. “Gettin’ kicked out was a wake up call. I ain’t touched a drop since I got here. Then tonight… I dunno. Somethin’ snapped. I was gettin’ all upset so I told myself I’d have one.” She shook her head and sighed with frustration at herself. “It’s never just one…”

All the time she’d been talking, David hadn’t let go of his comforting grip on her, and now he did let go, leaving her standing on her own, feeling pathetic. He rummaged in a cupboard, then pulled out some Advil.

“Take two of these,” he instructed her, popping the pills out of the pack before handing them to her. “Get a shower, get some food, whatever you do for a hangover. Then get dressed and get your shoes on. Understand?”

Charley nodded glumly. At least he was letting her recover a bit before he kicked her out. She did as she was told, and when she came back into the front hall to put her shoes on, David was wearing a jacket and shoes, and Charley could hear the clink of glass against glass as he packed up a box.

“What’s in there?” she asked, confused. Her clothes were still in the closet, so what could he be giving her to leave with?

“Er, let’s see… whisky, bourbon, couple of Sam Adams… some wine I was savin’ for New Year’s…”

Charley peered into the box, and she was still at the stage of a hangover where alcohol made her feel sick, so she quickly retreated.

“Look, Detective… you can kick me out, fine. But don’t be an ass about it and send me off with a box of booze.”

David straightened up and whirled around, frowning at her.

“You dim or somethin’, Charley? I ain’t gettin’ rid of you.”

“…You’re not?”

“‘Course not. I’m getting rid of this.”

He kicked the side of the box lightly, causing the glass inside to clink again.

“I been meanin’ to quit the booze for a while now. It ruined my marriage but instead of owning up to it I just blamed Matty and started drinkin’ worse. I may be a functionin’ alcoholic, but I’m still a damn alcoholic. Too fuckin’ cowardly to quit. But if you gotta quit too, well… maybe it won’t be so hard.”

He’d known for the better part of the last three years - if not longer - that he had a problem with alcohol, but even after coming to realise the truth of it, he’d been too cowardly not just to take action but even to just say it out loud. Now here he was, boxing up a good few hundred bucks of booze, saying it out loud to Charley and swearing off the stuff.

“Dave…”

He raised a hand to stop her talking and shook his head. “Don’t argue, Charley, we’re doin’ this together.”

“I love you.”

There was a long, tense silence, and for what felt like eternity they just looked at each other. Then, David’s raised hand curled into a ball, and he pointed at her firmly.

“Don’t,” he warned, his voice soft yet somehow menacing. “Don’t fuckin’ say shit you don’t mean, Charley.”

She took a step towards him, those damn eyes of hers looking at him something fierce, like she was determined to see right through him.

“I do mean it, Dave. Bein’ with you is the only damn time I feel like everythin’ might be alright in the world. An’ I keep tellin’ myself, Charlotte Tate, you’re just gettin’ your stupid lil woman’s brain confused between love and sex. But that ain’t it. You’re not the first fuck buddy I had. But you are the only one who burrowed himself into my brain so much that I can’t fuckin’ focus on my singin’ ‘cus all I’m thinkin’ is I wish you was there. So yeah, Dave, I mean it. I know I said I don’t want no boyfriend, but maybe I want you.”

He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her up against the wall, winding her slightly, and she could smell the mint of his toothpaste on his breath as he pressed his face up against hers.

“One last chance, doll,” he growled, and she resisted rubbing her thighs together at just the sound of his soft, menacing voice. “Take it back and we’ll forget this ever happened. Stay just as we are.”

“And if I don’t?”

His eyes flashed dangerously.

“Then you’re past the point of no return, babydoll.”

Charley looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, her pupils blown, full of lust and danger and desire. She craned her neck to brush her lips against his ear.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time, sweetie? I love you.”

David moaned as her words tickled his ear, and suddenly his lips were on hers, kissing her fiercely. She moaned into the kiss as his body pressed against hers, sandwiching her tightly against his wall, his knee pushing between her legs to push them apart.

“Big mistake,” David mumbled as he came up for air, only to launch an attack on her neck instead, replacing her fading bruises with new ones. “Big - fucking - mistake.”

Each word was punctuated with a bite on her neck, and each bite made her wetter and wetter.

“I made a lot of mistakes in my life, David Friedman, and you are not one of them,” Charley replied, her hands reaching desperately to unbuckle the belt he’d only just put on.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he growled, pulling back ever so slightly to help her desperate, fumbling hands with his belt. “Dumbass kid who don’t know what’s good for her.”

She pulled down his pants to let his cock escape, ready and waiting for her, and she couldn’t resist wrapping her fingers around it, tugging it just the way he liked. David screwed his eyes shut, moaning loudly, and the pitch of his groan just made her desperate to feel him inside her.

“You insult every girl who falls in love with you, boo?”

David’s eyes snapped open and he glared at her hungrily.

“So far that’s only you, so yeah, I do.”

He grabbed at her skirt, pushing it down her thighs along with her panties, and slid inside her as he lifted her legs up to wrap around his torso. Charley grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezed her legs around him, and held him in tighter. He moaned, his jaw going slack in that beautifully out of control way it did when he was really lost in the moment.

“Like I said… big mistake.”

He began thrusting into her rapidly, ignoring the nearby couch, or the bed in the next room. No, he liked her like this, trapped between him and the wall. She might well get used to being trapped, because he was never letting her leave now, not now she’d been stupid enough to fall in love with him as hard as he’d fallen for her.

“Fuck… reckon you can hold me up long, old man?” Charley teased. David responded by biting down on her collarbone, causing her to wince, but she didn’t protest.

“Cheeky little shit,” David growled, but she was right - as much as he loved holding her like this, fucking up into her against the wall, he didn’t have the strength to carry her very long. He pulled out of her and practically chased her into the bedroom, both of them discarding the clothes they’d only just put on and throwing them wherever they landed.

“Thought you had a hangover?” David asked when she threw herself on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her legs for him.

“You look after me so good, Daddy,” Charley purred in reply. “I’m almost all better now. I just need you to cum inside me an’ then I’ll be right as rain.”

“Minx.”

He climbed on top of her, slipping back inside her easily and resuming his brutal pace. Although she liked the way he pushed her against the wall, she had to admit it was far more comfortable with her back against a mattress.

David pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders, knowing full well the position was her favourite. They both took turns on top, but she liked it best like this, with a full view of him. His hips snapped against her rapidly, and she could see his cock pumping in and out of her, slick with both of their juices. She could see the mix of their arousals clinging to her thighs, to his coarse pubes, and when he rubbed her clit at the same time she could see it glistening on his hand, on her lower abdomen, and if he’d eaten her out earlier she loved seeing her cum stuck to his stubble.

And his chest - fuck, his chest. Almost hairless but for a dark trail leading down from his bellybutton. A combination of an active job and a drinking problem meant that he had just a hint of a beer belly, and it drove Charley absolutely feral. She couldn’t stand abs on a man, and she must have some damn issues because the flecks of grey in his hair, both on his body and his head, just turned her on more.

He was beautiful. Face like a damn Roman god, and a sittable nose to boot. And when he lost himself to pleasure like he was now, it was a sight to behold, his ecstasy painted on every inch of his face. His jaw hung slack, his brow furrowed, and if that weren’t enough, the man was vocal. Charley was surprised she never heard a complaint from a neighbour about the noises he made with her.

“You’re looking at me like you’re - hah - gettin’ ready to eat me,” David said breathlessly.

“Just admirin’ the view,” you replied, glancing up and down his body again. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, Dave.”

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her, causing her to whine softly when his cock started dragging along her channel at a deeper angle.

“See? I was right. Fuckin’ dumbass you are, doll. Pretty lil thing like you - ah! - could have a different man every night if you - ugh - wanted. I know how them guys in the bar - mmhm, fuck - I know how they look at you. An’ you go for the washed-up old detective.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it, and she felt his hair tickling against her skin. “Stupid, stupid girl. An’ now I ain’t lettin’ you go. Never.”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Dave,” she promised, her nails digging into his back as she felt that familiar tension coiling inside her. “You’re stuck with me - oh!”

He was such a bastard. He knew she was nearly there, so he sped up, eager to feel her cumming around his cock.

“Ohgodohgodohgod - yes, just like that, Daddy - fuck! Dave!”

The feel of her walls clenching around him, her little body shaking beneath him, her delectable cries of ecstasy - it was all too much for him, and David came with a long moan, his face buried in her hair, knowing he was committing a thousand sins by ruining this beautiful girl with his cum, his sweat, his foolish old heart. But he didn’t care. She was his, and he wasn’t letting go, not ever.

“We can toss that box out later,” Charley mumbled a few minutes later as she returned from the bathroom to snuggle under the duvet with him. “I don’t fancy putting any clothes on right now.”

David chuckled in agreement and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

“Can’t say I ever had a Christmas Day like this before,” he said, “but I think we done pretty good, considerin’ we both started off drinkin’ alone. An’ wearing clothes.”

Charley hummed in agreement. She was curled up happily against him, fingers drawing absent circles on his chest.

“Spent the early hours drinkin’ myself blind ‘cus I couldn’t handle my feelings for you. Now we’re swearing off drink and I’m spillin’ my feelings everywhere. Magic of the holidays, I guess.”

David smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“That reminds me, I never did tell ya…”

She looked up at him curiously. “Tell me what?”

David smiled and cupped her cheek gently.

“I love you, too.”

[sea-changed]

first quarter of 2023 in books

1. Golden Hill, Francis Spufford [reread, of course. always & forever.] 2. Gilded Age Cocktails: History, Lore, and Recipes from America's Golden Age, Cecelia Tichi [could’ve been better!] 3. Wilde in America: Oscar Wilde and the Invention of Modern Celebrity, David M. Friedman [i thought this was going to annoy me judging by the introduction, but actually i liked it quite a bit] 4. Lust on Trial: Censorship and the Rise of American Obscenity in the Age of Anthony Comstock, Amy Werbel [this was extremely interesting, highly recommended] 5. My Government Means to Kill Me, Rasheed Newson 6. Death Claims, Joseph Hansen [i am really enjoying these so much] 7. Masters in This Hall, KJ Charles 8. Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century, Graham Robb [somehow i have never read this before, but it is very good] 9. The Gentleman’s Book of Vices, Jess Everlee 10. Yerba Buena, Nina LaCour 11. Bad Gays: A Homosexual History, Ben Miller and Huw Lemmey [this was. in a word. not good.] 12. Delilah Green Doesn't Care, Ashley Herring Blake 13. The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen, KJ Charles

[irishfederalreconnaissance]

Procrastinator's Creed (The Riddler)

1985: Birth, intended to target the East German Stasi.

Event 1989: Death of Anatole Steintfeldt, Rabbi; written as "Duckman", voiced by specialist called in; "Jason Alexander", Quantico.

1990: Mad Pride, mother takes a turn for the worse; concerned about son, dueling Rick Flair's nephew, Matthew Lennox.

Event 1991: Psychoanalysis of State Police IQ examination, maxes scale, age 6; adderral removed from market, for minors and adults; Hitler's patent, amphetamines.

1995: MSN Chat, on MSN Network; international authorities are hunting the Unabomber, and his support inside the online community.

Event 1998: Ted Kaczynski, caught as "Agent Penguin"; "Net Nanny" software, developed by John Allen Muhammad, seized by US government as contraband. Alias, "nil", transferred to Comcast, 56K.

1999: Iranian-Contra membership offered, on mass broadcast, to Discover network; fighting the Students, for The Shah.

Event 1999: The death of Alice Claire O'Neill nee Charlebois, through boycott of Proctor and Gambol; informed that "Kraft", was owned by "Proctor and Gambol"; suicide to avoid death at hands of Jeff "Jingy B" Borden; entire cinema career, revealed to be a fraud, through Woody Allen; "Taco Heaven" drive-in theater, "Deconstructing Harry" and "Manhattan Murder Mystery", placed on television by Hopkinton Drama Club investigating death of Rory Ahlquist.

2001: British Social Democrats hunt for ways to counter medical industry in London proper, and in England and Britain; so-called "Reform", actually stricter for patients, suspects, and convicts, the governed; British learn otherwise, in America.

Event 2002: Method of cranking David Cameron, recorded through MI-6 operative Christine Carr, to his removal from British Parliament, as well as other British Conservatives; removed from government en masse.

2004: Invited, into the Resource Economics program, in the Energy Supply concentration; however, through police federal policy, of economics programs under Professor Gerald Friedman, Mossad.

Event 2004: Mathematics numbers from Susan Murphy, under mathematics passed through lexicon in class in 2002, reveal new quadratic formula specifically geared to fossil fuels yields for gasoline, plastics, carbon fiber, polyester, kerosene, anti-biotics, radiology chemistry, rocket fuel, jet fuel, and diesel. Foreign real estate investment, is blocked, through secondary formula, yield of positive and negative equalling "zero", any matching formula outside of same answer returned per projection.

2004: Canadian Parliament and CIA defectors to INTERPOL, attempt to make a US Presidential candidate, through Allison Haimes, British intelligence.

Event 2004: National Rifle Association, American Federation of Labor, National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws, and the Fraternal Order of Police, are caught red handed working through Canada to influence American elections; Scott Peterson is jailed killing his own intelligence contact network out of the United Kingdom, and David Charlebois is admitted to the CIA AFROTC as gangland narcotics.

2008: Barack Obama is elected with the promise of police reform; civil rights for police, the "right to remain civil in court", any civil rights leadership to a lawyer or attorney or doctor or nurse medic.

Event 2010: The renegotiation of the INTERPOL treaty, to limit INTERPOL to NSA laws, and to cases where a vice worker is abused, not paid or not to coerce or force into vice rules of streets and criminals; based on the arrests of Empress M (Shangrila MUX), Goddess J (National Coalition for Sexual Freedom Newsletter), Maitresse Sandi (Department of Congress Comics Westchester), Mistress Lucinda (Fitchburg State Film School, the Scottish Laureate Guild), and Lady Kim (the Canadian Freemasons, the Hell's Angels).

2009: Dr. Joshua Golden, injects David Charlebois on steroids, GHB, after mass heroin bombs to cause the Sandy Hook shootings over the arrest of Eric Frein through American police and armed forces; the Pennsylvania State Police's targeting, by Canadian Basim.

Event 2010: Joshua Golden, real name Andrew Donson, known as "Swirlyman" on 4chan, is sued for $377,000, $77,000 in legal fees to the state to remove affadavits blocks on documents through the United Kingdom, and $300,000 in escrow account funds out of Poland and the Soviet Jews, the money placed on a digit zero and the actual physical funds taken from the bank and burned, by Secret Service; as counterfeit.

2016: David attends SNHU to be a comic book writer, and out scandals like psychiatric abuse, drug syndicates, and hooker's rings, to the public; all products of modern television, actually the production studios bribing politicians into support of the intelligentsia criminal, the working poor.

Event 2014: "Gotham" runs on television, FOX, own writing, through Alexandra Rhzanova nee Gaetano, the grand niece of Joseph Biden, Senator and Vice President, spawning "The Joker", "Pennyworth", and "The Penguin", through the later film, "The Batman", about the Kennedies, featuring Joseph Kennedy Sr. as "Bruce Wayne".

2020: David is called in by MI-6, to support the Trump Campaign, a Japanese bank owned cop actor, attempting to support the end to wars in Russia and China, to remove CIA assets working through "Teach For America" and other advisor's training programs out of American colleges.

Event 2020: David frames Joseph Biden, as Mossad; actually a British Royalist, out of King James' bloodline; "Longshanks". Biden goes down as a Mossad slur victim, and Donald Trump appears to be senile to the Israeli and Presbyterian public; when Biden is elected and the Russian Basim, are stomped by the USMC, the Croats, Russians, and North Koreans dying in droves, screaming in napalm fueled horror, Trump is concerned with a cheeseburger from Wendy's.

[casuallyodd]

Moreover, Trump’s likely attack on Temporary Protected Status, especially for Haitian immigrants, is ominous for a number of Arab and Muslim communities whose members currently qualify, including Afghans, Somalis, Yemenis, Syrians, and Sudanese. With a stroke of Trump’s Sharpie, all of them could find themselves stripped of this protection—and included in his promised “bloody” mass deportations. Efforts to extend Temporary Protected Status to Lebanese nationals, entirely plausible under a Harris administration, would be dead in the water under Trump. Defending his decision to endorse Trump, an imam in Michigan declared that the former president “promises peace.” He plainly does not. The Washington Post has reported that, according to six sources, Trump recently told Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to “do what you have to do” militarily in Gaza, Lebanon, and Iran. The notion that Trump would prioritize the interests of Arab civilians is simply absurd. This is a man who has repeatedly used the word Palestinian as an epithet against his (in many cases Jewish) Democratic political opponents.

Trump already has a long, instructive, and highly discouraging record on these issues. As president, he moved the U.S. embassy in Israel to Jerusalem and issued a statement recognizing Israel’s sovereignty in the contested holy city. He recognized Israel’s annexation of the Syrian Golan Heights, in direct contravention of the United Nations charter’s rule against the acquisition of territory by war. And he slammed shut the Overton window on Palestinian independence and a two-state solution, which had been a matter of bipartisan consensus since the end of the Cold War. His “Peace to Prosperity” plan, released in January 2020, invited Israel to annex 30 percent more of the West Bank. Such a move would leave the remaining Palestinian territory surrounded entirely by Israel, and therefore incapable of meaningful sovereignty. The primary effect of this crude document was to create a permission structure for Republicans to support wide-scale Israeli annexation of the West Bank and dispense with supporting Palestinian independence.

Harris, by contrast, has been categorical in her support of a real two-state solution that would mean the end of the occupation that began in 1967. The vice president has clearly stated that Palestinians and Israelis need to reach a peace agreement that affords them “equal measures of prosperity and freedom.” Trump has never spoken of Palestinians and Israelis enjoying equal measures of anything.

There's more at the link. Please give it a read.

One thing I never really see with this whole argument is how or when Trump has been or would be better for Palestinians than...well, nearly anyone else, let alone Harris.

We keep pointing out his support of Netanyahu. His use of Palestinian as if it is a slur to attack people. How his "peace plan" when he was on office was made without Palestinian input and was terrible

The plan proposed a series of Palestinian enclaves surrounded by an enlarged Israel, and rejected a Palestinian capital in East Jerusalem proper, proposing instead a Palestinian capital on the outskirts of the city. The proposed areas for the Palestinian capital have been described as "grim neighborhoods" and are separated from Jerusalem proper by the Israeli West Bank barrier. Many Israeli settlers have expressed discontent and concern with the plan's security assurances.

During the press conference announcing the plan, Netanyahu announced that the Israeli government would immediately annex the Jordan Valley and West Bank settlements while committing not to create new settlements in areas left to the Palestinians for at least four years. U.S. Ambassador to Israel David M. Friedman claimed that the Trump administration had given permission for an immediate annexation, stating that "Israel does not have to wait at all" and "we will recognize it"

Read the section on Palestinian statehood on that Wikipedia article and tell me that Trump cares about Palestinians.

There is no doubt the US has failed Palestinians.

In the decades that the US has been involved, they have given varying amounts of support to Israel and sporadic, at best, to even the concept of a free Palestine. And I'll say again, that's wrong and a failure of the US.

But there is no evidence that Trump cares about Palestinians or would make things better for them and mountains of evidence to the contrary. Trump has shown that he would make things worse because he already tried to once.

[famousinuniverse]

John Maynard Keynes

Economist

John Maynard Keynes (1883-1946) is one of the most influential economists of modern times. Educated at Cambridge University, he returned to teach at, and become a fellow of, Kings College, Cambridge. In 1915 Keynes joined the UK Treasury and acted as an advisor to government for many years.

Born: June 5, 1883, Cambridge, United Kingdom

Died: April 21, 1946

Influenced: Milton Friedman, Joseph Schumpeter, MORE

Influenced by: Adam Smith, Friedrich Hayek, David Ricardo, MORE

Spouse: Lydia Lopokova (m. 1925–1946)

Academic advisors: Alfred North Whitehead, William Ernest Johnson

“Newton was not the first of the age of reason. He was the last of the magicians, the last of the Babylonians and Sumerians, the last great mind that looked out on the visible and intellectual world with the same eyes as those who began to build our intellectual inheritance rather less than 10,000 years ago.”

- John Maynard Keynes (Newton, The Man)

[ulkaralakbarova]

The eccentric new manager of a UHF television channel tries to save the station from financial ruin with an odd array of programming. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: George Newman: ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic R.J. Fletcher: Kevin McCarthy Stanley Spadowski: Michael Richards Bob: David Bowe Harvey Bilchik: Stanley Brock Philo: Anthony Geary Raul Hernandez: Trinidad Silva Kuni: Gedde Watanabe Noodles MacIntosh: Billy Barty Richard Fletcher: John Paragon Pamela Finklestein: Fran Drescher Esther Bilchik: Sue Ane Langdon Head Thug: David Proval Killer Thug: Grant James Teri: Victoria Jackson Joe Earley: Emo Philips Gandhi: Jay Levey Cameraman: Lou B. Washington Bum: Vance Colvig FCC Man: Nik Hagler Bartender: Robert K. Weiss Spatula Husband: Eldon G. Hallum Spatula Wife: Sherry Engstrom Spatula Neighbor: Sara Allen Sy Greenblum: Bob Hungerford Crazy Ernie: John Cadenhead Blind Man: Francis M. Carlson Earl Ramsey: Ivan Green Joel Miller: Adam Maras Billy: Travis Knight Little Weasel: Joseph Witt Teri’s Father: Tony Frank Teri’s Mother: Billie Lee Thrash Fletcher Cronie #1: Barry Friedman Fletcher Cronie #2: Kevin Roden Phyllis Weaver: Lisa R. Stefanic Big Edna: Nancy Johnson Betty: Debbie Mathieu Little Old Lady: Wilma Jeanne Cummins Animal Deliveyman: Cliff Stephens Band: Guitar: Jim West Band: Bass Guitar: Steve Jay Band: Drums: Jon Schwartz Band: Keyboards: Kim Bullard Whipped Cream Eater: Barry Hansen Thug #3: Bob Maras Thug #4: George Fisher Guide #1: Tony Salome Guide #2: Joe Restivo Yodeler: Charles Marsh Mud Wrestler: Belinda Bauer Satan: Patrick Thomas O’Brien Conan the Librarian: Roger Callard Timid Man: Robert Frank Boy with Books: Jeff Maynard Promo Announcer (voice): M.G. Kelly Promo Announcer (voice): Jay Gardner Promo Announcer (voice): John Harlan Promo Announcer (voice): Jim Rose Film Crew: Production Manager: Gray Frederickson Original Music Composer: John Du Prez Editor: Dennis M. O’Connor Producer: Gene Kirkwood Producer: John W. Hyde Writer: Jay Levey Director of Photography: David Lewis Production Design: Ward Preston Set Decoration: Robert L. Zilliox Costume Design: Tom McKinley Makeup Effects: Allan A. Apone Special Effects Makeup Artist: Douglas J. White Sound Recordist: Ara Ashjian Sound Editor: Christopher Assells Sound Editor: Charles R. Beith Jr. Sound Recordist: Gregory Cheever Sound Editor: Clayton Collins Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Andy D’Addario Sound Editor: Dino DiMuro Sound Editor: G. Michael Graham Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Jeffrey J. Haboush Sound Mixer: Bo Harwood Sound Editor: Dan Hegeman Sound Editor: A. David Marshall Sound Editor: Diane Marshall Supervising Sound Editor: Dave McMoyler Sound Recordist: Art Schiro Sound Editor: Scott A. Tinsley Visual Effects Producer: John Coats Visual Effects Supervisor: William Mesa Visual Effects Art Director: Richard Kilroy Visual Effects Art Director: Ron Yates Post Production Supervisor: Susan Zwerman Production Supervisor: Bill Carroll Stunt Coordinator: George Fisher Stunts: Bob Maras Stunts: Brent Stice Stunts: T. Alan Kelly Stunts: J. Granville Moulder Stunts: Michael Steven Howl Stunts: Richard Drown Executive In Charge Of Production: Kate Morris Associate Producer: Becki Cross Trujillo Associate Producer: Joe M. Aguilar First Assistant Director: John R. Woodward Second Assistant Director: Benita Allen Casting Assistant: Gregory Raich Casting Assistant: Sandi Black Local Casting: Barbara Brinkley Henry Local Casting: Laurey Lummus Key Hair Stylist: Lynne K. Eagan Makeup & Hair: Roseanne McIlvane Wardrobe Supervisor: Ainslee Colt de Wolf Wardrobe Assistant: Phil O’Nan Boom Operator: Joel Racheff First Assistant Camera: Ed Giovanni Second Assistant Camera: Tiffanie Winton Second Assistant Camera: Brett Reynolds Second Assistant Camera: Cindi Pusheck Production Coordinator: Bonnie Macker Script Supervisor: Carol Stewart Second Second Assistant Director: Lorene M. Duran Third Assistant Director: Pam Whorton Additional Editing: Steve Polivka Assistant Editor: Lewis Schoenbrun Supervising ADR Editor: Karla Caldwell Music Supervisor:...

[lmarodrigues]

The Brutal Reality About Palestinians the Media Ignores | David M. Friedman

[pedroan2]

The Brutal Reality About Palestinians the Media Ignores | David M. Friedman

[paulgadzikowski]

@1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt The novel with McCoy in command is Diane Duane's Doctors Orders. Recommended.

You don't specify which others you're looking for but here are the ones I can identify:

"There's a TOS book that's a musical" John M Ford, How Much for Just the Planet?

"We meet Jack Crusher (erm, the OG) when 4 timelines start overlapping and he's a bit unhinged" Peter David, Q Squared

"Kirk gets cloned, and his clone becomes the sub of an evil invincible super genius and its all very gay" Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreadth, The Price of the Phoenix and The Fate of the Phoenix

"George Kirk was Robert April's first officer on the first ever mission of the unnamed starship with the Naval Construction Contract 1701" "Robert is a hard-core pacifist and has to turn command over to George whenever it's time to fire weapons" Diane Carey, The Final Frontier and Best Destiny - superb, recommended

"Data becomes fully human for a couple of days and it's really sweet" Michael Jan Friedman?, Metamorphosis

"Spock has a son in the past with Zarabeth" A.C. Crispin, Yesterday's Son

"We find out how the Romulans and Vulcans split" Diane Duane, Spock's World

"There's a Star Trek TOS/Here Come the Brides crossover novel" "It had cameos from The Doctor (as in, Who), Han Solo, Starbuck and others" Barbara Hambly, Ishmael - the Cartwrights, one of the Mavericks, and Paladin also appear

"Wanna know how Riker and Troi met?" Peter David, Izmadi

"Kirk is shot on the bridge and dies" "Kirk gets better" Vonda McIntyre, The Entropy Effect

"They watch 3D holos of old Doctor Who episodes in the Enterprise rec room" "The Enterprise also has an AI named Moira, which was Zora long before Zora" Diane Duane, The Wounded Sky - Moira also appears in My Enemy, My Ally and Spock's World, all recommended

Kirk comes back from the dead, saves the galaxy repeatedly, has an intersex child (who identifies as male) with a Romulan/Klingon hybrid" "Kirk beats up Worf" "Kirk's child has superpowers" "Kirk's child saves the galaxy at age 6" "The Kirk stuff is 100% ignored in the other novels" William Shatner with Judy and Garfield Reeves-Stevens, the Tiberius (Moirror Kirk) trilogy - the Reeves-Steves make these worth reading even if you don't like or don't think you'll like Shatner's writing; they were the story editors on Enterprise season four. (I don't remember the Worf bit) (maybe it's from one of their other trilogies) (there are, I think, three Shatner/Reeves-Stevens Kirk trilogies)

"Lwaxana Troi meets Q, and it goes as well as you'd expect" Peter David, Q-In-Law

Random spoilerific reasons to read Star Trek novels, with little to no context:

Ro/Quark is a thing

A Jem'Hadar joins DS9, tries to fit in but eventually snaps and tries to kill everybody

You learn the origins and final fate of the Borg

A thinly-veiled Dr. House clone joins the Voyager crew

Geordi briefly has 2 girlfriends at once (due to different writers not co-ordinating enough, but still)

There's a TOS book that's a musical

There are YA stories about Jake and Nog making mischief on DS9

YA stories about Worf, Geordi, Picard, Beverly, Kirk, Spock and McCoy at SFA

YA series about the Kelvinverse gang (including Gaila!) as cadets, taking on a drug problem at SFA and a very unique Borg scout in San Francisco

We very briefly meet the people who are to Q what the Q are to humanity

Janeway/Chakotay is a thing

Kirk's first mission in command of the Enterprise! Erm, at least twice.

Kirk was married between TOS and TMP

Her name was Lori

In the future, you have yearly marriage contracts that you either update or you don't and I think that's amazing

Trip didn't die! He faked his death to join Section 31 and go undercover as a Romulan

It's not great, tbh

The ENT books get better after the Romulan wars though, it's proper founding of the Federation stuff

We meet Jack Crusher (erm, the OG) when 4 timelines start overlapping and he's a bit unhinged

Teenage Kirk stole a car and his choice was go to jail or join Starfleet

What happened when Voyager got home? Seven broke up with Chakotay like 30 pages in

Kirk gets cloned, and his clone becomes the sub of an evil invincible super genius and its all very gay

George Kirk was Robert April's first officer on the first ever mission of the unnamed starship with the Naval Construction Contract 1701

Robert is a hard-core pacifist and has to turn command over to George whenever it's time to fire weapons

Data becomes fully human for a couple of days and it's really sweet

They never say "wristwatch" or "phone", it's always "wrist chrono" or "personal comm"

There are gays but they don't say that word because it's the 1990's and Rick Berman runs the franchise

Spock has a son in the past with Zarabeth

Everyone in the post-Nemesis era does spy missions all the time non stop, as if Starfleet has abandoned exploring the cosmos for doing Space Mission: Impossible

Bashir does it better than anyone else, he takes on Section 31 from the inside

Remember Control? It's from the novels, except the novels do it SO MUCH BETTER.

Remember how we never found out who Future Guy was? We do.

It's very underwhelming, nobody we know

We find out how the Romulans and Vulcans split

Surak was a Vulcan internet blogger

A Borg Cube eats Pluto

Janeway dies

Janeway gets better

At least one TOS book features a wizard

There's a Star Trek TOS/Here Come the Brides crossover novel

It had cameos from The Doctor (as in, Who), Han Solo, Starbuck and others

Whole book series about Section 31

Whole book series about the Department of Temporal Investigations

One time they do the Bill and Ted thing to escape confinement and it works

Wanna know how Riker and Troi met?

Wanna know what Picard got up to on the Stargazer?

Andorians have 4 sexes and it's very complicated

Data comes back from the dead as Data 2.0, and it was fresh and exciting because it happened long before ST: Picard did it twice.

Lal comes back too and we get father/daughter android stuff! They have a home and everything but keep having to save the universe

One time Mirror Seven is led around on a leash naked on Terok Nor

Geordi becomes captain of the USS Challenger, decides it's not for him because plot, and goes back to engineering on the Enterprise

Kirk is shot on the bridge and dies

Kirk gets better

They watch 3D holos of old Doctor Who episodes in the Enterprise rec room

The Enterprise also has an AI named Moira, which was Zora long before Zora

The TOS crew get together for one last mission. About three times.

There's a Perry Mason book except it's about Kirk's lawyer from that TOS episode

Data 2.0 owns and runs a massive gambling empire on Orion

Spock keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

Scotty keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

Bones keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

You're on Tumblr so you already know about Killing Time

There's a guy named McKenzie Calhoun and he's a total badass and captains a ship of weirdos and misfits

Kirk comes back from the dead, saves the galaxy repeatedly, has an intersex child (who identifies as male) with a Romulan/Klingon hybrid

Kirk beats up Worf

Kirk's child has superpowers

Kirk's child saves the galaxy at age 6

The Kirk stuff is 100% ignored in the other novels

About 50% of the novels are ignored in the other 50%, and the ones that are meant to be in direct continuity with each other aren't always quite

Just like the TV shows and movies, then

Lwaxana Troi meets Q, and it goes as well as you'd expect

Someone tells Data, yes you idiot you had emotions all along and he's like, oh shit you're right

McCoy is left in command of the Enterprise as a joke by Kirk, who is then immediately kidnapped

Ro Laren is captain of Deep Space Nine

Picard/Beverly is a thing, they get married and have a child named Rene. No running away and raising your kid in secret here

Riker and Troi are married, serve on the Titan together with a bunch of adorable weirdos and have a daughter named Tasha

You get to watch all the 24th century characters die horribly in the end along with their entire universe. Holy fuck it's a bleak horror show. Personally, I love it. But if that's not your cup of tea I'd skip the Coda trilogy

[snowblossomreads]

Day 9 - Unwanted Solitude

Pairings: David Friedman x Unhinged!Reader (or Unhinged Y/n as me and @smilingformoney refer to her as bhah)

Summary: In where Dave expects to spend the Christmas holidays alone only find someone unexpected in his house.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Angst, mentions of alcoholism, self loathing and blaming, Smut (daddy kink, spanking, p in v, oral - m receiving, brief anal fingering, dom/sub kinda),

A/N: From soft Dave to Daddy Dave truly back flipping from one genre to another with Rickmas LOL. Buckle up for Dave having to deal with Unhinged Y/n, my girl is truly a hero and just wants this man to have orgasms during the holidays can we truly blame her? (No that's why he keeps letting her get away with what she does)

A/N+: There is one line in here that Unhinged Y/n says that is so out of pocket that i was like i'm going to take that out maam why would you say that, but then she held me at knife point. So. It stays.

David knew it was his fault he was all alone, drinking at a bar on a Thursday evening, right before one of the biggest travel days of the year. Everyone was going off to different parts of the country, hell, even different parts of the world, to spend time with the people they loved as they celebrated Christmas.

Unfortunately for him though, the holiday fell on an odd weekday, and Monica had told him that she wanted to bring their daughter to see some family up north that year.

He couldn't really say no, not with her having the upper hand in the custody agreement, and plus, he was probably going to get called in for work with everyone taking off, so it really wouldn't have mattered either way. 

But still it hurt, not being able to see his baby girl for Christmas this year, and it worried him that when she grew up, she would resent him.

Choosing work and alcohol over their family. 

Yet still, it wasn't like he truly wanted to be alone. No, it was very much unwanted, the solitude, but it was the price to pay for his fuck ups. And it just made him want to drink more so he could forget it, or at least, have a major hangover so he could focus on something else other then all his screw ups.  

What a cycle to be trapped in. 

"Goddamnit Friedman, already fucking up your buzz this early in the night?" He grumbled to himself, his words getting lost in the sounds of Christmas tunes playing low in the background, while other patrons drowned out his thoughts with their chattering.  

He wasn't drunk enough for this. 

"Alright there Dave? Lookin' a bit rougher than usual my mans," Joe, the owner who was also working the bar tonight asked. "Not that ya a ray of sunshine either, but ya usually not like this till your seventh shot."

"What? You keeping a notebook of everyone's drinkin' habits in here or somethin'?" David groused, as he pushed his shot glass forward to the man behind the bar, silently telling him to top him off.

"Nah man, just checkin' in on my best patron," he joked, as he turned to pick up a bottle with the dark amber liquid that was David's choice of getting shitfaced.

Granted with the way he frequented the place, David thought he should at least have his picture on the wall for keeping the joint in business. 

"But for real, it's the holidays. Not gonna go spend it with the fam or anything?" Joe asked, pouring the liquid into the empty shot glass before putting the bottle up.

"Monica's got the kid for the week, so no." 

"Ah. So it's just you and whoever gets stuck with ya at the precinct. Unlucky sons of bitches."

"Joe, please. I'm trying to get shit faced here not play a game of 20 questions," David responded, as he accepted the drink, yet only going so far as to swirl the glass around.

"I know, I know, I'm just tellin' you what I see. It's my job to keep it real with ya'll when you're here, ain't it?"

David grunted out his assent. 

Nodding and rapping the bar top with his knuckles, Joe walked away to deal with some of his other patrons, leaving the somber detective to stare at his drink mulling over his words.

His thoughts swirled with the man's words, just as he swirled his drink, still not taking a sip of it. He really was out of it today, if Joe was saying something to him about it, and it made him feel even shitter.

God his life was such a joke.

Knocking the drink back with the skill only an alcoholic of his caliber could, he set the glass down with a loud 'clink' before sliding the money he owed onto the table.

When he got out of his car after the short trip home, he noticed something very peculiar in the window of his house. Now, he liked Christmas as much as most people, but he wasn't a big decorator.

Other people's decorations were nice, and he even enjoyed taking his little girl to go see the light shows that some folks in the neighborhood would put on.

But him? Nah he rather look than decorate. 

So, he was understandably confused, when he saw the shadow of a Christmas tree all decorated with colorful lights and ornaments through his window. 

Did Santa break in? No. That was absurd. But as he slowly wrapped his head around the situation, he sure did have an inkling of who did.

"[Y/n]."

"Davvvve!" She squealed with enthusiasm that most people would not have when addressing him. But here she was, bounding down the hallway towards him with a shit eating grin and…was that a sexy Mrs.Claus outfit?

"Welcome back!" She cheered, as she practically threw herself at him, her arms wrapping around his shoulder in a hug. "I've been waitin' all day for you! Thought you be off work already and was gettin' worried you wasn't coming' home tonight!" Pulling away from him, she tilted her head to one side and looked at him with wide eyes that glimmered with the reflection of Christmas lights that were behind them.

Had he been expecting her to show up, which he really should, considering her habit of popping up out of nowhere, he would have maybe thought her adorable with how her eyes were lit with excitement.  But he was just plum confused.

"[Y/n] how many times am I going to have to tell you to STOP breakin' into my damn house?" He growled, as he unwrapped her arms from around his neck, and placed them at her sides where he held them in place. "How are you even gettin' in? I changed the locks and have a security system?!"

"Now if I told you that, how'd you expect me to come and give you a surprise!" 

"A surprise? You're damn near 'bout to give me a heart attack with your 'surprise'!"

"I got my ways Dave! Now, are you gonna hold a girl hostage?" She asked, nodding towards her trapped hands, "or are you gonna let me go and get the cookies out the oven? Though between you and me," her voice dropped down to a whisper, and she gave him a smoldering look paired with a smirk on her painted lips, "there ain't nothing I like more than to play your hostage, daddy." 

She ended her sentence with a little wink, and Dave couldn't stop the groan that escaped him. She truly was going to be the death of him one day. And he probably would deserve it, with the way he let her run roughshod over everything, just because he knew like almost every other time they met, it would end in one way.

God he was fucked up, and probably did deserve to be alone for the holidays with the way he was thinking. Maybe he could blame it on the liquor.  

"Don't go burnin' my house down," he huffed, as he let go of her reluctantly, only to be met with her leaning forward to steal a kiss from his lips.

"Now why would I go and do that?" 

And just as expected, things went downhill, or uphill, real quick depending on who was standing where. One moment he was actually enjoying the cookies she had made, after she had coaxed him into trying them. 

The next she was on her knees in between his spread thighs saying, "I just want some milk for the cookies daddy."

He damn near about choked from her words, instead, letting out a heavy groan as she licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. Swirling her tongue around the head and dipping it in between the leaking slit where the 'milk' she wanted was pooling.

He couldn't control the way his hip canted upwards toward her face when she did that, and it made her giggle as she kept licking him. Spitting on the glistening head, before mixing their fluids together with her tongue, lapping at it like a hungry kitten. She repeated this a few times, before giving his thick shaft teasing kisses as she would leave a feathery kiss on one area, before wrapping her lips around another, to suck and lick at the warm velvety flesh.

"God fuckin' damnit [Y/n]," he growled as he looked down at her, meeting her eyes that were filled with mischief and lust as she kept sucking him. It made his cock twitch, and his stomach twist and lurch in that fucked up pleasurable way that only she could.

And she knew it, considering how large her grin was as she pulled away. Lips all swollen and wet as she let her hand take over her mouth's job.

"You like that daddy?" She purred, licking her lips, as she watched his flushed face twist with pleasure and lust, as she pumped her fist over his slick cock. His eyes carried a dark and hungry look, and she hoped he was starving, as she was more than willing to be his meal. "Like me suckin ' and touchin' on you like this?"

Her question was punctured with her leaning forward, and sucking the tip of his swollen cock, moaning around it, and savoring the salty liquid that leaked out of it. 

"Don't ask dumb questions [Y/n]," he gritted out, before letting out a guttural sound that came from the back of his throat, while she bobbed her head up and down. Sucking, harshly and letting out desperate whines as she savored the taste of him on her tongue and the feeling of him hitting the back throat.

It was so tempting to press his hand down on the back of her head to force her to take him deeper, but he held back, letting her work at her own pace as she swallowed around him. A little hum left her lips from time to time, causing his legs to stiffen as the vibrations sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. The wet sounds coming from her throat as she partook in her little surprise gift, also did nothing to stop the hot pleasure thrumming in his veins.

She continued like this for a few moments before harshly sucking the tip once more, and pulling away from him completely, making him groan as the cold air replaced the warmth from her lips.

"My pussy feels even better you know," she sighed out, her hand moving to the edge of her skirt, pulling it up just so he caught a glimpse of the lacy red panties that she wore underneath. He couldn't help the growl that left his lips at the sight of it, wanting to bury himself into a cunt he knew was wet and waiting.

And she knew that too with the devilish look on her face. 

"Bet it could make you feel even better than my mouth can." 

"Mmm, I don't need to bet baby girl I already know it is." And did he. 

"Well then," she smiled, standing up slowly, letting her fingers glide up her thighs to her skirt before she was lifting it up to show him her lower body completely before dropping it and covering herself. "Why don't you come unwrap me and put your little present to use?"

She didn't have to tell him twice. If she was offering to be his fucktoy tonight he was going to oblige her. At least for this moment, he could bury the creeping feeling of solitude into her. 

Grabbing her by her arm, he practically dragged her into his room and threw her on his bed with a roughness that made her already soaked panties wetter. Oh, she loved this side of him. Rough, gruff and ready to use her, as she watched him stalk up to her with darkened eyes that promised to fulfill her wish of being fucked silly.

Christmas had come early for them both, as she quickly scrambled towards the top of his bed, her ass wiggling in the air as she tempted him with the sight of her damp panties. 

Before she could even reach the top though, she felt his body looming above her right as a 'woosh' sounded next to her ear and the next things she knew,

'SMACK!'

"Daddy!" She cried out, both delighted and surprised, as his hand met her ass in a harsh slap that made her back arch and her pussy flutter.

"Fuck [Y/n]," he growled as he squeezed the soft flesh of her ass tightly before smacking it again, causing her to moan while he alternated his hits between cheeks, watching as they jiggled slightly with his abuse.

"You break into my fuckin' house!" -Smack- "Bake me cookies! -Smack- "And then get on your knees to suck me off doll. Tryin' to get on Santa's nice list or somethin?"

Letting out a breathy laugh she turned her head back to him, groaning at the sight of him with his cock in hand and partly opened dress shirt that gave her a nice peak to his almost hairless chest and slight beer belly. God did he have a body that she loved, chest and soft stomach with a hard attitude and an even harder cock.

"Y-yeah something like that~" She groaned as she felt his fingers press against her clothed heat, stroking her pussy through the pesky barrier that she honestly wished she hadn't worn, as she had no hope they would even survive the night.

David must have read her mind at that same moment, because at that same time, she heard the familiar sound of fabric ripping, and her opening was suddenly assaulted by cool air that made her shiver as her wet cunt was exposed.

The coolness was quickly replaced by the tip of David's cock, as he began to run it through her wet folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered there, and making a loud squelching sound each time he stroked her from clit to hole.

He made sure to pay special attention to her sensitive bead, pressing against it with each stroke, causing her to whine as a wave of pleasure would roll through her before he rubbed her dripping opening that was begging to be filled.

It wasn't the only thing begging either, as [Y/n] began to push her hips back against him, hoping that he slip into her wet heat and fuck her like she needed him to. 

"Mmm fuck daddy please," she whined, practically humping the air as her grip tightened around the sheets beneath her.

"Please what?" Dave growled as he leaned over her, his cock slipping just pass the entrance of her aching hole, causing them to both let out a throaty moan as her cunt clenched around him, eager to suck him in completely like the greedy thing it was.

Just like it's owner.

"Fuck me please, fuck me need it so bad! Please need daddy's cock need it so bad." She babbled out manically, her insides clenching and unclenching in anticipation, her cunt practically weeping for his cock to fuck her senseless. "Please, please plea-AH!'

A sharp sob escaped her, that was quickly silenced, as he knocked all the air out of her with one harsh thrust that seated him completely into her. Her insides fluttered around him like crazy as it twitched and squeezed wanting to milk him right then and there, and it took everything in him to not come right that second with how her cunt had a vice grip on him. 

"Fuccckk!" He shouted, leaning over her body and pressing his cock deeper into her, as her limbs shuttered underneath him from the pleasure of being completely plugged with his cock that stretched her so well. 

It ached, but god was it such a delicious ache that ran from her stomach to her cunt. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him hitting that spot only he could, over and over. Make her into a boneless mess that could only think about him and not what she was trying to escape.

Time felt as if it had paused, the moment he entered her until the moment he began to thrust into her with reckless abandon. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, along with watery cries that were ripped from her throat, and he gasped and growled each time he slammed into her.

Each time his tip would smack deep inside her, causing her to squeal at the pain that bloomed into an even deeper pleasure, that had her slowly sinking into his bed. Her mouth was parted opened as she tried to form words, but the only noise she could let out was incoherent babbles as he fucked her. 

"Oh fuck [Y/n]," David hissed, throwing his head back, his hands wrapped around her hips as he abused her cunt that felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock that was soaked with both of their juices. "Only thing that can, fuck, make you listen is getting this cunt fucked ain't it?" 

"Uhhuhh uhhuh!" She answered, barely understanding what he was saying as her eyes fluttered closed, focusing only on him fucking her senseless. 

"Mhmm I know doll, ugh, don't I fucking know it," he groaned as he felt that familiar sensation of his balls tightening, ready to fill her just like she asked. "Moment, you get me inside you, shit, all you want is for me to fuck you dumb huh? Use this tight little cunt and come all in it, make it, fuck, all mines."

"Already yours daddy! Ah! It's yours already!"

"Yeah, fuck, what else do I own the [Y/n]?"

"Everything own everything," she babbled out, her brain only thinking about his cock dragging in and out of her, and the pulsing of her clit each time he slammed back into her, caused her to rub it against the sheets forcing the pleasure to build up even quicker.

"Everything, huh," He growled, as he let go of one of her hips and ran a hand the expanse of her ass before pulling one of her cheeks apart to expose the puckered hole that was begging to be touched "Mean this to then?"

Dipping his finger in between them to gather some of their wetness, he then pressed his thumb against her ass before pushing the pad of the digit inside the tight ring. 

It set off an immediate chain reaction, with her suddenly arching her back a scream of, 

"DADDY!" 

Being ripped from her throat, as her insides immediately constricted around his cock with all she had as he fucked her through an orgasm that had her eyes rolling back into her head as he continued to play with her ass.

A gush of liquid hit his lower body, and the sound of her wet cunt being fucked increased as she squealed and cried at the amount of pressure that was in her stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her as he ground his hips against hers, pushing in as deep as he could, while her insides grabbed at him constricting him tightly until. 

"[Y/n]!" His voice cracked as he shouted, doubling over her as both of his arms going to wrap around her front as he emptied himself into her. The hot liquid spilling into her softened insides that twitched and fluttered at the force of it. 

A whine left her throat as her hands moved around erratically on the bed as she tried to find something to hold her down, only for Dave to grab her wandering hands by the wrist, holding her still as he filled her to the brim.

The sound of their uneven breathing filled the air as he laid on top of [Y/n] who whimpered softly and twitched a little as they came down from their highs.  

Neither made any effort to move for a while, and it was only when he felt himself completely soften, did he slowly begin to pull off out her heat, that tried to grip around him still. A little whine left [Y/n] lips in protest, but she didn't make a move to stop him, instead opting to just lay there, feeling absolutely boneless and sated.  

Just for now though of course.

Rolling off her and to the other side of the bed, Dave grabbed [Y/n]'s arm, gently pulling her over to him. She didn't seem to mind at all, as there was little protest from her, and she even scooted towards him on her own accord.  She then draped her arm across his chest and buried her face into his shoulder, too tired to do anything else right then.  Well other than to ask,

"You think Santa will put me on the nice list for letting you fuck me?"

He didn't even blink at her question. 

"Somethin' tells me doing somethin' you were already going to do doesn't get you on the list."

"Goddamnit."

"Not a fan of all the cussin' either I suppose."

[Y/n] let out an even heavier sigh that caused Dave to chuckle as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

A/N: : D : D : D Daddy dave daddy dave daddy dave

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~Furniture~

William kent armchair.

Four chairs were designed by William Kent, probably  by Royal cabinet maker Benjamin Goodison (circa 1730) of Long Acre, commissioned by William, 3rd Duke of Devonshire (1698-1755), for Devonshire House. The frames were carved with acanthus and bell-flowers, the arm supports with lion's mask terminals, currently covered in crimson damask.

Roentgen Desk.

Created by David Roentgen the desk appears in the bedroom of William 5th Duke of Devonshire. The desk is neo-classical in style, austere and large in scale with subtle coloured mahogany accented with gilt-bronze mounts. The desk opens by turning a key in a specific order in the locks at the front, once inside internal mechanisms allow the cylinder top to turn, whilst hidden buttons open further parts and reveal hidden compartments. The mechanisms were a trademark of Roentgens who designed and promoted his pieces across Europe his pieces were the height of modernity and spoke of quiet good taste.

Roentgen Desk.

Dutch born Laarman utilises digital technology to realise his designs in which he raises issues of craft, industry, sustainability and identity. This bench from the Maker series is made from hundreds of pieces of interlocking walnut hexagons, allowing a complicated shape to be realised from the joining together of the puzzle-like pieces. In time, Laarman intends to publish digital blueprints, which will allow anyone to access and modify the plans to create their own pieces and radically change how design and manufacture are currently thought about.

Harvard referencing:

2023, F.T. |30 M. (2023) Chatsworth House exhibition is a ‘collision of past and present’, Dezeen. Available at: https://www.dezeen.com/2023/03/30/chatsworth-house-mirror-mirror-exhibition-furniture-objects-sculpture-video/ (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

ArchitectDesignTM (2015) The chairs of Chatsworth. Available at: https://architectdesign.blogspot.com/2015/06/the-chairs-of-chatsworth.html (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

Joris Laarman (no date) Friedman Benda. Available at: https://www.friedmanbenda.com/artists/joris-laarman/ (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

Joris Laarman bench (no date) Chatsworth House. Available at: https://www.chatsworth.org/visit-chatsworth/chatsworth-estate/art-archives/devonshire-collections/furniture/joris-laarman-bench/ (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

Longmore-Etheridge, A. (2023) State Bedroom, Chatsworth House, Derbyshire, England, April 2014, Flickr. Available at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/60861613@N00/14160395063 (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

Mirror Mirror: Reflections on Design at Chatsworth (no date) Dezeen. Available at: https://www.dezeen.com/eventsguide/2023/03/mirror-mirror-reflections-design-chatsworth-2023/ (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

The State Bedroom, Chatsworth House, Chatsworth, c 1868 (no date) Picture the Past. Available at: https://picturethepast.org.uk/image-library/image-details/poster/dchq009669/posterid/dchq009669.html (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

Unknown Person - The State Bedroom at Chatsworth House (no date) Royal Collection Trust. Available at: https://www.rct.uk/collection/2303716-f (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

William Kent armchair (no date) Chatsworth House. Available at: https://www.chatsworth.org/visit-chatsworth/chatsworth-estate/art-archives/devonshire-collections/furniture/william-kent-armchair/ (Accessed: 19 September 2023).

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Pascale Cecile Veronique Ferrier Sentenced to 262 Months

Foreign National Pascale Cecile Veronique Ferrier Sentenced to Over 21 Years for Mailing Ricin to President of the United States in 2020 Defendant Also Mailed Threatening Ricin Letters to Texas Law Enforcement Officials (STL.News) Pascale Cecile Veronique Ferrier, 55, a dual citizen of Canada and France, was sentenced today to 262 months in prison, followed by a lifetime of supervised release, for sending threatening letters containing homemade ricin (a toxin), in September 2020, to then-President Donald J. Trump at the White House, and eight Texas State law enforcement officials. Ferrier pleaded guilty on January 25 to prohibitions with respect to biological weapons in two separate criminal cases.  One case was brought in the District of Columbia, and the other was brought in the Southern District of Texas and transferred to the District of Columbia for purposes of plea and sentencing. According to court documents, Ferrier admitted that she made ricin at her residence in Quebec, Canada, in September 2020.  Ricin is a deadly poison made from castor beans.  Ferrier placed the ricin toxin in envelopes containing letters she wrote to then-President Trump at the White Housnd to eight Texas State law enforcement officials. Ferrier had been detained in the State of Texas for approximately 10 weeks in the spring of 2019, and she believed that the law enforcement officials were connected to her period of detention.  In early September 2020, Ferrier used the Twitter social media service to propose that someone should “please shoot rump in the face.”  The letters in the envelopes contained threatening language, and the letter addressed to then-President Trump instructed him to “ive up and remove application for this election.”  Ferrier mailed each of the threatening ricin letters from Canada to the United States.  Ferrier then drove a car from Canada to the Peace Bridge Border Crossing in Buffalo, New York, on September 20, 2020, where border patrol officials found her in possession of a loaded firearm, hundreds of rounds of ammunition, and other weapons and arrested her.  Ferrier has remained in custody. Assistant Attorney General Matthew G. Olsen of the Justice Department’s National Security Division, U.S. Attorney Matthew M. Graves for the District of Columbia, and Assistant Director Susan Ferensic of the FBI’s Weapons of Mass Destruction Directorate made the announcement. The FBI Washington and San Antonio Field Offices investigated tThe U.S. Secret Service, and the U.S. Postal Inspection Service provided assistanceon Service. Assistant U.S. Attorney Michael J. Friedman for the District of Columbia; Assistant U.S. Attorneys Rob Jones, David Coronado, and David Lindenmuth for the Southern District of Texas; and Trial Attorney David Smith of the National Security Division’s Counterterrorism Section prosecuted the case. SOURCE: U.S. Department of Justice Read the full article