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cardierreh15 · 2 years ago

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Traffic Stop

Lovely @deandoesthingstome gave me the permission to bring her thoughts to life! Just a little bit of my dazzle dazzle

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Black Mailing , Abuse of Power , Flirting , Smut - Unprotected Car Sex (wrap it the fuck up) , Begging , Female!Dom , Male!Sub , Mommy Kink , Choking .

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x SGT Marissa Calloway(black!female)

Description: Mr. Cavill speeds through traffic, and SGT Calloway pulls him over to reprimand him.

Side note: Body Cams don’t exist rn 💀

Word Count: 3.0K

Tagging: @nofoolywang , @headcannonxgalore

One Shot

23:43

Just a few more minutes and her shift was over. It’s been a calm night. She hated those. Nothing to pass the time over with her doing all this paperwork. She sometimes questioned her career choice.

Even though she knew what she was getting herself into, she couldn’t help but to feel regret. Cops weren’t liked especially in this time of the century. She had to tiptoe over broken glass with bare feet with the life she lived. Even her being out of her uniform, choices have to be thought through and logical.

Marissa was sitting secluded from traffic with her lights off when her speedometer tracker went off. ‘83 mph in a 35 zone?! Pssssh, what a nut case.’ She closed her laptop, clicked in her seatbelt and turned on her siren and lights.

It took her a minute to catch up with him, she had the slightest reason that they were going to try to take off, but they pulled over to the side.

Stepping out of her vehicle, she used her hands to do a routine check over her body to make sure she had everything she needed. Her left hand rested on her holster as she touched his back tail light with her finger tips.

Once she made it to the driver’s window, she was met with a familiar face. But she didn’t fold, she still had a job to do.

‘License and Registration please?’ Her voice was baritone, firm and stern.

He looked up at her with a twinkle in his deep blue orbs. A smile cracked on his lips before his eyes dropped from her pretty face to her chest, and her waist. ‘Damn, I’m lucky. Got myself a lady cop. How ya’ doin’ miss?’

‘Fine,’ her country accent slightly settling in with the word, she repeated, ‘License and Registration please.’

‘Hmph, yes ma’am!’ He smirked as he reached over and pulled his registration out of the glove compartment and then pulled his license out of his wallet.

Once he handed the paperwork over, she took a second to look down at his license. Hmph, it was him. District attorney, Henry Cavill.

Marissa was always fond of him, she admired his work and now that she had him in her grasp, she was not gonna let him slip away. Not with just a ticket no.

‘Alright, Mr. Cavill, hold tight. I will be right back.’ She shot him a half wink.

His eyes dropped from her face to her breast where her badge rested. Engraved in the pretty silver star, was her badge Number and her name: M. Calloway. He’d be sure to remember that. ‘Yes ma’am.’ He nodded, sticking his head out of the window to catch her walking away.

She was silhouetted by her Charger’s bright LED lights, emphasizing her curves and her tools and trinkets. ‘Damn.’ He mumbled before he bit into his bottom lip. He really did feel lucky.

Marissa sat down in her squad car with a smirk curled on her lips. Boy, the way those fuckers at the station were going to be kissing her feet after this one. How does one catch the damn district attorney out right breaking the law like this? Should she call it luck?

She started inputting his information in his file and rang her partner.

‘Yooo. What’s goin’ on Calloway?’

‘Listen, you won’t believe this shit Luis.’ She tried to keep her excitement under control.

‘Whatcha got?’

‘I just pulled over Henry Cavill.’

There was a pause on the other side of the receiver before Luis spoke up, ‘What? Wait, what do you mean?!’

A chuckle finally left her lips, ‘I mean I just pulled over the fucking district attorney! Did you not hear me the first time?!’

‘Holy shit!’ Luis laughed in disbelief, ‘How in the hell did you pull that off?! What was he doin’?!’

‘He was going 48 miles over the speed limit. It appears this is his 2nd offense. He was let off with a warning the last time but, I think I may teach him a lesson.’

And she had the perfect punishment in mind.

‘Damn. Sucks to suck. You need me to roll on by? I could watch your back.’

‘My back don’t need watching. I’m cool.’ She chuckled, ‘I’ll give you a shout once this is over with.’

Once they hung up the phone, she thought for a minute as she finished the final touches to the report. She left his belongings on the keyboard and stepped out her vehicle once again.

She did her routine touch on the back of his tail light and walked up to his window. ‘Mr. Cavill, do you know why I pulled you over this evening?’

Henry looked up at her for a moment as if he were trying to register her question in his brain, ‘I have an idea… but could you tell me, in case I’m wrong?’

Marissa placed her hand on her hip as her other hand rested on her gun handle. It was a habit of hers. She wouldn’t dare pull a gun out on her future boo thing. ‘You were going almost 50 over the speed limit.’

He sighed softly, his head falling forward as he chuckled in disbelief, ‘Jeez. I’m so sorry. That’s— that’s not like me. I just had a long day at the office, I’m working on this huge case and—‘

Marissa stared at him with eyes as dead as autumn leaves. Though on the inside, she felt for him. She wanted to wrap him up in a hug and say sorry and let him go. But her plans were just too sinister for that.

‘I’m sorry… could you just…’ he looked to the side, ‘Not write me the ticket?’

Her eyebrows tugged into one, ‘Listen, Mr. Cavill. I don’t know what kind of cops you’re used to but I’m not letting you off that easy. You could’ve seriously hurt someone and yourself! Or worse!’

He snapped his head over at her, blinking hard; not believing what he was hearing, ‘What?! What if— if I can give you money? I can give you money!’

There he was again… trying to bribe a police officer. Another crime.

Marissa’s eyes grew in shock, ‘Are you bribing me, Mr. Cavill?!’

Once he’d realized what he done, his mouth fell slightly and for a moment his eyes glazed over with fear, ‘wh—no! No, no— you’ve got it wrong! I—‘

‘Step out of the vehicle please!’ She demanded

‘You’re serious?’ He asked in disappointment.

‘As a heart attack. Get out of the car please.’

Henry grumbled and rolled his eyes as he clicked his seatbelt off and pushed it to the side. He pulled the handle gently and stepped out of the Jeep Gladiator.

He was much taller than she was, towering over her like a monument of muscle. He wore a cotton long sleeved shirt, dark denim jeans and black boots. Fuck. She couldn’t help but think to herself. He may be too much of a man for her to handle. But she wasn’t a quitter and her momma didn’t raise a bitch.

‘Turn around. Hands against the vehicle please.’

‘Yes ma’am.’ Henry let out an annoyed sigh as he placed his large hands on the roof of the vehicle. ‘What are ya’ gonna do? Frisk me?’ he scoffed at his little remark. He was hoping she’d do that and more.

Smirking at the joke, she placed her small hands around him and began to fill him out. Touching and squeezing on his soft pecks. ‘Don’t got anything that could stab or prick me, do ya?’ She asked as she continued to make her hands down his godly body.

‘No ma’am.’ his body tensed when she gave his thigh a firm squeeze, causing a tingling sensation in his groin to spark.

She raised a brow before standing up straight once again, ‘Well this isn’t exactly “District Attorney Office” attire. Where were you coming from again?’

‘The office! I got changed there. You know how it is being coped up in suits all day. I changed out of my suit before I left! It’s in the back seat.’

‘Mmhmm.’ She sounded a little bit skeptical. Anything to make him bend, she wanted him to feel inferior. Weak.

‘Alright, hands behind your back.’

‘What?! Are you arresting me?!’

Marissa let out a sigh as she rolled her eyes, ‘No, I’m not arresting you… yet. But you and I are going to have a little chat in my car. After this perhaps you could learn your lesson.’ She then clipped the metal handcuffs on his wrists and she grabbed his arm. The pair began on their short journey to the Charger.

‘You don’t have to do this! I think I’ve learned my lesson.’

‘I don’t think you have.’ She pulled open the back door and jerked her head over, ‘In with ya.’

With another roll of his eyes, he ducked his head down and sat in the vehicle.

‘Alright.’ she said as she began to undo her utility belt that held all of her weaponry and tools, ‘Let’s start our conversation.’

Henry glared up at her with confusion as she dropped her belongings on the front seat and turned off her radio. ‘What are you doing?’

A devious smirk curled on her lips as she began to undo her top, ‘You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this Mr. Cavill.’

‘And what exactly are you doing?’ he swallowed his spit as he watched her now push her uniform top off of her shoulders and toss it next to him. She was now standing in a white wife beater and her bottoms. Her hardened nipples pierced through her sports bra and revealed themselves through her white shirt.

‘That’s for me to know and you to find out.’ She said in a salacious tone.

Henry swallowed a large gulp as she began to undo her bottoms and crawled on top of his lap. ‘I’m assuming this is the conversation you wanted to have with me?’

‘Shhh… listen, you’re going to pay for your crimes tonight. You can either take this slap on the wrist,’ she grinded her middle part against his growing erection, ‘Or you can just say goodbye to your career… this is after all your second offense… and you’ll just become a liability. Your call Mr. District Attorney.’

He bit into his bottom lip as he peered up into her brown eyes that just reflected in the most lascivious of things. ‘Well if it means I get to feel you. Then count me in.’

A smirk curled on her lips, ‘Good boy. I will be referred to as ‘Mommy’ and right now mommy wants you to sit here and look pretty? Am I understood?’ Marissa crooned as she grabbed his chiseled jaw in her fingers and gave him a light squeeze.

Now, Henry was so hard he thought he would split rocks at this point. He loved when a woman was in tune with her body, knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. And Marissa was his ideal woman. ‘Yes ma’am. Anything for you.’

‘Good.’ she grinned as she leaned down and pressed her full lips against his. His lips were so warm and welcoming. They embraced hers like arms to a hug when his tongue slipped between her teeth, she found herself reaching between the both of them to undo his pants.

Once she broke the kiss, Henry looked up at her as she pulled her wife beater and then her sports bra over her head. Revealing her large perky sets of tits. ‘Mmm.’ he hummed as he grinded his hips upwards to ease that pain in his pants. He just wanted to wrap his lips around those sweet chocolate kisses for nipples. He was just dying to touch her. ‘Please! Officer–’

‘Mommy…’ she warned as she gently lifted her hips and pushed her pants off of her hips and then down to her ankles.

‘Mommy, could you please take these cuffs off. I wanna feel you.’ He was practically whining but he was desperate! He needed to touch her.

Marissa finally pulled his veiny, massive member out of his pants, practically drooling when she saw the sight. She felt like she hit a goldmine. ‘No touchy… Bad boys don’t get to touch. Maybe next time.’ She laughed out sinisterly as she positioned her body over his uncut member.

‘Aw man.’ he whined out.

She then slowly descended her hips down on his member, feeling him stretch and push past her. ‘Aah.’

Henry looked down between the both of them as she engulfed him with her goodness. His thighs twitched at the familiar yet, foreign feeling of her. She was so tight. So wet for him. Made just for him. ‘Uhhhh yes.’ He groaned out.

‘Damn,’ she shuddered out, feeling a sweet warmth of numbness travel down her spine, ‘You are a big boy aren’t you.’

‘Ooh yes. Fuck, mommy you’re so tight.’

She settled at the hilt of him, giving her walls time to adjust to his enormous size. Then, she lifted her hips slowly and dropped them down again, earning a louder groan from Henry. Marissa did that a few more times before she began to pick up her pace and bounce her hips on him.

Clap, clap, clap! Their bodies crashed into one another in a beautiful song. Henry’s eyebrows pulled into one as he watched her perfect breasts bounce with her movements. ‘Ooh shit. That’s it baby. More.’ He demanded.

Marissa moaned out as she began to mix her bouncing with grinding, ‘Aah! Fuck! Is that what you want babe? You want mo–’ and before she could finish, Henry adjusted his hips and began to thrust upwards. It stunted her for a second, causing a moan to be hitched in her throat. ‘Ooh! Fuck, that’s good baby. Uh huh!’ She began to drop her hips down to meet his thrusts, creating a new form of friction she hadn’t known before.

Her mouth hung open as she continued on with her rhythmic bounce. Henry’s hips had come to a stop and once again he was in a world full of ecstasy. ‘God-dammit, please don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.’ he begged as a bright shade of pink rose from the base of his neck to his jaws, and the rest of his face. He felt his balls squeeze as he felt so close to an orgasm. ‘Aah.’

She could feel him throbbing inside of her. Her tight walls stretching with each throb, she knew he was close. ‘Aht’ she slammed her hips down upon his, ‘Don’t you fucking dare! This is a punishment for you!’

‘Ugh! Grr, fuck!’ He growled out, ‘Yes! Yes ma’am.’

‘You come when I tell you,’ She reached forward and wrapped her small hands around his neck, ‘Do you understand?’

‘Y-yes mommy.’ He croaked out.

She began to lift her hips and dropped them in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. He lifted his hazy head once again to watch her engulf him over and over again. He was coated in a pretty white orgasm ring at the base of his dick. It pleased him to know that she could use him like this and make her feel good in the process.

She kept her hold around his neck as she slowly began to pick up the pace when she felt a special spark within her core. ‘Ooh,’ her breathing hitched as her grip around his neck began to tighten, ‘Aah! Fuck, I’m about to cum. Fuck,’ her breathing became sharp and short as her body tried to brace her for the impact. And to her surprise, Henry began to thrust his hips upward again but this time much faster than before. ‘UGH! AAH!’ she exclaimed as her hips became locked in place allowing him to just take over just for a moment.

‘Come! Please, please mommy. Come for me?’ He growled out, begging her for her release.

Her body tensed up when his words met her ears. She was instantly met with a shockwave in her core, a beautiful erotic twist in her womb, ‘AAAAHHH! FUCK MEEE!’ she sobbed out but Henry just kept thrusting, fucking her right through her orgasm. Her eyes brimmed with tears as he had seem to fuck her into another orgasm that caused her to fold, ‘You can come baby! You can come baby!’ she whined out as he continued to thrust upward.

Just the words he wanted to hear, he watched as she began to slowly grind her hips downward as he thrusted upward. ‘Ooh shit. I’m gonna… I'm gonna nut. Fuuuu-’ his cursing broke off when he was finally met with his own orgasm, spilling inside of her and filling her all the way up. His thick veins throbbed in his neck and forehead. Telltale signs that he emptied his tank and gave her all he could offer her. Letting out a shudder of disbelief and amazement, his head fell back against the seat once again as he tried to regain the air in his lungs. It was easier to breathe before.

And he never came like that either.

Letting out a sweet and satisfied sigh, she could down to him, ‘That’s momma’s good boy.’ Then, she carefully lifted her hips and began to get herself together.

Once she was finished getting ready and she had helped piece him back together, she uncuffed him and looked up at him as he rubbed his wrists. Marissa smiled up at him and folded her arms across her chest, ‘So, what did we learn?’

Henry smirked and looked to the side, ‘Not to do 50 over the speed limit. Also, not to bribe a … fine ass cop.’

Marissa smirked and nodded, ‘Hmm, seems like you’ve learned your lesson… here,’ She reached inside of her vehicle and grabbed his license and registration papers off of the keyboard of the laptop. ‘I expect you to behave now. You aint hard to get to.’ She shot him a wink as he carefully took the documents from her.

‘Yes ma’am…’ he looked down at her badge one more time, ‘Ms. Calloway.’ He'd be sure to find out more about this fascinating woman. He had to.

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autotopic · 6 months ago

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Launched a century ago, the Bugatti Type 35 didn’t just make a single impact—it revolutionized the racing world with its innovative design and engineering. The car became legendary not only for its initial capabilities when it debuted in 1924 but also for the continuous improvements Bugatti implemented throughout its production. Ettore Bugatti was one of the first automobile manufacturers to grasp the marketing potential of winning races on Europe’s renowned circuits and road tracks, which brought considerable publicity to his brand. Confident as he was in the capabilities of his new car, even Bugatti could not have predicted that the Type 35 would become the most successful race car in history, achieving 2,500 victories during its active racing career.

The first Type 35, released in 1924, was equipped with a 1,991cc eight-cylinder engine, delivering 90 PS in race trim. By early 1926, Bugatti had increased the engine size to 2,262cc for the Type 35T, named after the famous Targa Florio road race in Italy, which it won, with two smaller-engined Type 35s finishing close behind. Despite this success, Ettore Bugatti realized that to stay ahead of the competition, he needed more than just increased engine displacement. He knew that the future of performance lay in forced induction, even though he was initially not a fan of superchargers, which were seen as inefficient at the time.

“It’s no secret Ettore Bugatti preferred naturally aspirated engines and was not an early enthusiast of supercharging due to its perceived inefficiency,” says Luigi Galli, Specialist for Heritage and Certification at Bugatti. “However, what’s less well known is that Bugatti was forward-thinking about the potential of forced induction, experimenting with superchargers even before the Type 35 debuted at its first race in Lyon in August 1924. In fact, Bugatti applied for French patent number 576.182 on January 22, 1924, for a ‘Compresseur ou pompe à palettes,’ a rotary vane supercharger design that could provide extra power on demand by forcing pressurized air into the carburetor. If Bugatti was going to use a supercharger, he was determined to innovate in his own way.”

As a result, Ettore Bugatti, alongside the Italian engineer Edmond Moglia, developed a unique three-rotor Roots-type supercharger, differing from the common two-rotor designs of the time. This supercharger was strategically mounted on the engine’s offside, which allowed it to warm up more quickly and improve overall engine cooling—a principle that remains relevant in modern engine design. The Type 35TC, where “TC” stands for Targa Compressor, was introduced in late 1926. It evolved into the Type 35B in 1927, featuring a larger radiator and cowling, known as the ‘Miramas’ design, which enhanced cooling capabilities. This configuration enabled the Type 35B to produce up to 130 PS, achieving speeds over 205 km/h (150 mph).

By late 1930, further refinements led to what many consider the ultimate version of the Type 35B. This final iteration featured a twin-cam, two-valve-per-cylinder engine, a twin fuel filler cap, improved suspension, wheels, brakes, and tires, as well as a lower-mounted supercharger relief valve. Bugatti’s relentless pursuit of perfection extended to optimizing every element of the combustion system, from sculpted pistons and cylinder heads to the use of aviation-grade fuel, which boosted the output to 140 PS.

Today, at Bugatti’s atelier in Molsheim, each Bugatti model is hand-assembled with the same meticulous attention to detail that Ettore Bugatti applied to the Type 35. A century later, Bugatti’s engineers and designers continue to push the boundaries of automotive excellence, upholding a legacy of innovation and performance that began with the groundbreaking Type 35.

#bugatti

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papaver-decervicatus · 1 year ago

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go on bestie give us your roach headcanons 👀

Oh no!! I sort of don’t want to answer this now because I am manifesting that he’ll be in MWIII, but sure! I’ll give some! (Roach girlies rise up) These are just the silly ones, don’t take em too seriously. Enjoy beneath the read more! Continued from Simon's Page

Birthday, April 1st, 1993

MW REBOOT TIMELINE

Like I said, childhood friends with Simon “Ghost” Riley

Born and raised in Manchester. His father (Michael) is a union Steelworker who often took Roach to work with him. His mother (Sapphire) is a teacher at a school for the deaf.

His parents met at the secondary school for the deaf that Sapphire now works at. Michael lost his hearing due to a congenital condition fully around the age of 10, he was born in the US but moved to Manchester at 12. Sapphire (her real name is Busarakam, but she went by Sapphire once she moved to the UK) was born deaf in Thailand and immigrated with her family to Manchester when she was around High School age.

High school sweethearts, fell in love and never fell out of it.

Roach is an only child.

His parents adored Simon and Tommy. Considered them their own. Sapphire in particular showed her love for the two by frequently sending them home with “extra” food.

Gary Sanderson is an American name, if not THE American name. It is the equivalent of an American Writer naming a Japanese School Girl "Sakura Kokoro." His dad has to be from the USA.

Michael Sanderson was from the Appalachian region of the USA, so Gary grew up very superstitious.

Don’t whistle in the dark

Wear your coat backward if you think something is following you in the woods.

Sasquatch is real. That’s just a fact. If you see one, no you didn’t. Fuck off and run.

The hills have eyes.

The trees have eyes.

The water has ears.

It is out to get you.

What is it?

Doesn’t matter.

It’s out for you, boy.

Never play with fortune telling in any form or fashion.

Go the opposite way of where a black cat has crossed you.

Don't accept fiddling duels from strangers.

Throw salt over your shoulder when you spill it.

Don’t trust the government when they tell you you don’t need a union.

Don't wash clothes on a Sunday.

You know. The usual.

Simon spent about half his life with the Sandersons during summers and breaks. Became fluent in BSL as a result.

Gary is much more slender (but still built) than Simon but he is half an inch taller and uses every opportunity available to remind Simon of that fact.

Before joining the Army or SAS Gary had a shitton of scars from being the least coordinated skateboarder ever.

Once had to go to the hospital because he stabbed himself with a flip knife he had in his belt when he fell off his board while going 35 mph down a hill.

Simon voice “What the fuck, Gary?”

His biggest hobby growing up was collecting obsolete music media and tinkering.

Prized possession is a portable FM/AM radio with a built-in cassette player that he found in the garbage and fixed himself.

His favorite cassette was Nevermind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols by the Sex Pistols. It was a last-minute birthday gift from Simon because he forgot Roach’s birthday when they were 13. Simon stole it from his dad.

Extensive record, CD, cassette collection that was entirely unsupervised and unchecked. Was definitely listening to shit he should not have been as a kid.

RTO for the SAS

Natural talent for mechanical engineering, give him a blueprint and 15 minutes and he could fix nearly anything.

On his 20th birthday (Also, April Fool's Day) he managed to play Barbie Girl by Aqua on 6 speakers on base at exactly 04:20.

No one knows how he did it, and no one knows it was him except Simon and two other corporals from their squad.

Simon voice "What the fuck, Gary."

Taught Simon how to drive.

Should not have taught Simon how to drive.

Simon would have been better off learning how to drive from literal Roadkill than Gary Roach “Fuck it we Ball” Sanderson.

Energetic-thrill-seeker, could not sit still to save his life. Always doing something.

Narrowly avoided arrest as a teen after sending a lit shopping cart (yes. On fire. Don’t ask how he set the metal on fire in the first place, a true artist never tells their secrets,) down a residential street.

Simon played interference and deliberately pointed the cops in the wrong direction.

He didn’t know that Gary was the one who set it on fire because he didn’t see him do it, but like. The first thing he thought when he saw it was “What the fuck, Gary.”

He was, of course, correct.

Has a habit of sleeping under beds? Always took the bottom bunk.

Can sleep through anything. Slept through a helicopter crash. How? Don’t ask, not even Roach knows.

He grew up sleeping underneath Simon’s bed when he would stay over and when they got to the service it was not unusual for a commanding officer to send Simon to go fetch Gary for morning warm-ups.

Used to go to goth bars with Simon to keep the carnage of a hot headed Simon to a minimum.

Never considered himself goth, but he was attached to Simon at the hip so of course they’d go together.

They’d sneak in by bribing bouncers with cigarettes or just plain old-fashioned going through the bathroom windows on the occasion that cheap bribery didn’t work.

Once, Simon was getting pummeled because he didn’t know what lace code was and found out the hard way when he wore white laces with black docs (a massive mistake, especially for a pasty dude with a blond buzz cut) and Gary intercepted the fight and had three beer bottles smashed on his head and didn’t bat an eye.

Hard headed. Literally.

They never went back to that bar, but Simon did learn from his mistake and changed his laces back to black.

It was an honest to goodness mistake, but Simon did mope about it for a while.

Rock paper scissors champion. Anytime, anywhere, best two out of three, he always wins. When asked, he says he learned how to always read his opponent by practicing playing by himself. This usually leads to more questions than answers, but its the only answer Gary's got.

Got addicted to cigarettes after Simon started smoking them at 14 to prove he was “a real man” to his father. Gary, never one to leave a friend alone, also started smoking.

His favorite party trick in the SAS was to eat lit cigarettes for cash.

Once again, often behavior that CO’s left Simon Ghost “What the fuck, Gary” Riley to deal with.

Is similar to Gaz in the way that he’s absolutely a practical joker with a surprisingly strong moral compass.

He’s deceptively airheaded, he overhears a ton of shit because people figure that he simply won’t tell, but oh. He will.

Gary and Gaz met briefly after Roach’s retirement, the two are affectionately referred to as “Singles” and “Doubles” by Price and Simon for the numbers of ‘R’s in Gary and Garrick.

Surprisingly emotionally intelligent, good-natured dude. Wishes nobody harm, goes along to get along, friendly and all around decent.

Florida man but Bri’ish.

The army bloke of all time. Stupid, broke, loyal, and physically strong.

I love him.

With all my heart.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

#navigation -> headcanon tag #cod mwii #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #gary roach sanderson COD #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost mwii

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tonybina-india-2020 · 2 years ago

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Still Day 2

We flew through Security quite quickly, although the requirements weren’t at all consistent.

Tony had to show his boarding card and have his middle right finger scanned, I had to show a copy of my visa and have my thumb scanned and my photo taken, Dave had to have his right thumb scanned and Rita didn’t have to do anything at all. Regardless, we got through Customs quite quickly and waltzed through the duty free section to be met by a representative of our travel company holding up a large sign with our names on it.

He showed us where to exchange our cash from sterling into rupees and then led us to our transport for the next two weeks.

Our first impressions were not good, this guy whose name was Brinder opened up the back of the Tempo Traveller and it was an utter mess, he forced our luggage in and then motioned to us to climb in.

Once we were settled in, Brinder backed out of the car park and into the Delhi traffic. At first all seemed ok and I settled back into the seat to enjoy the ride.

What a ride it was, this vehicle was a real bone shaker, unable to climb uphill without gathering enough momentum first. It shuddered and jerked its way towards our hotel, spewing out all manner of fumes into the atmosphere. At points Brinder couldn’t even get the bus over 35 mph.

Within moments I knew that this Tempo had to go back to the Tempo graveyard where it came from but for the moment we had no choice but to tolerate the journey.

On arrive at The Claridges we were booked into our rooms and Tony shot off a text message to the Tour Company and I followed it up with an email.

I have to give Bespoke India Holidays their due, they sorted the problem almost immediately and another Tempo, complete with a new driver was dispatched to the Hotel within a few hours.

In fact Mukesh, the guy who was charged with sorting it all out, insisted we all got onto the bus and have a drive around the roundabout. After all that excitement we decided to have our first meal in India at a restaurant called Seville, a tapas bar serving a fusion of Indian and Spanish food.

The night was warm, a band played softly in the background and the food was exceptional.

The Claridges isn’t a patch on The Maidens ( our usual hotel ) but it’s started to grow on me a bit, the only way I can describe it is this:

“ Faded glamour from the British Raj, that’s well past its sell by date, it’s shabby in parts and beautiful in others” and unlike the The Maidens, it doesn’t rise like a Phoenix from the ashes of the Delhi dust, but more like a big white mausoleum that has seen better days and mired in the Delhi dust.

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drafty-castle · 5 months ago

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When I was 30 (thirty) I took my 32 (they-two) year old [future wife] to the ER and not one, not two, but three separate people asked/assumed I was her mom.

I’m blaming it being winter (so jacket and scarf), masking, and wearing a head tichel/head scarf at the same time meaning there wasn’t much of me that could be seen. Add the sheer overwhelming pressure of my anxiety and the practiced - and percussively repetitive - cadence of me reciting incident, age, sex , diagnosis, allergies, medication at every new intake and nurse we came into contact with, I guess they just assumed is been doing this sense her birth.

But guys, I’m TWO YEARS YOUNGER than her!

I just had to get a crash course in disability care with no warnings few years ago, memorized her everything in case it’s ever needed, and am autistic and socially inept enough that mimicking how doctors/EMT’s on tv talk was the best way for me to cope with my anxiety.

(We thought she had acute appendicitis once and calling an ambulance takes longer than driving ourselves where we live so I flooded it - 70 mph on a 35 mph back road, 11 at night, my flashers on. I, of course, get pulled over. I then use my white-female-presenting privilege to bark at the cop at my window (with his hand on his gun) in “Doctor Voice” that my screaming passenger’s appendix was about to go and tell him chaperone us to the hospital and ticket me there. He waved me on and said he’d call ahead to the rest of the cops on that road that I was coming through. Didn’t get pulled over again despite passing three more cop cars. Still can’t believe that worked but I don’t piss around about my wife’s health.)

#honestly?#white privilege #because that shit would not fly with a lot of people and in a lot of towns/cities #disabled wife #disability advocacy #care giver #disabled life #my life be like #memes

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dnaamericaapp · 10 months ago

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Privilege: N.Y. DA Cursed At Officer And Refused To Comply During Traffic Stop

An upstate New York district attorney is under investigation after police bodycam video showed her getting into a heated confrontation with an officer who had stopped her for speeding, calling him an “a—hole” and demanding “leave me alone.”

Monroe County District Attorney Sandra Doorley apologized on Monday, a day after New York Gov. Kathy Hochul referred the April 22 incident to the State Commission on Prosecutorial Conduct.

She admitted she was going 55 mph in a 35 mph zone. Later in the 26-minute video, she said she didn’t think he was trying to pull her over, claiming there were other people on the road. “I was right behind you,” the officer replied.

Throughout the video, Doorley did not cooperate with demands to stay in front of the garage. Instead she walked around her garage, at one point trying to go inside her home.

Doorley appeared agitated and boasted multiple times, “I am the DA of Monroe County,” and repeatedly said “leave me alone.” When told she had violated speeding laws, she said, “I don’t really care.”

A supervisor ultimately came to the home and spoke with Doorley, and Crisafulli ended up writing her a ticket for speeding. -(source: nbc news)

DNA America

“It’s what we know, not what you want us to believe.”

#dna #dnaamerica #news #politics

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parentlessbehavior · 1 year ago

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Post 5.

Within a couple weeks of my mother physically attacking me(see Post 2) & beating me to the ground she acquired 1980’s steel bodied Manual transmission truck and demanded that I learn to drive. As if the lack of learning to drive had been my fault entirely rather than a parental failing on her part.

After being physically assaulted & shouldering many instances of being screamed at in the interim… I was in no condition to try to refuse when my when my older brother arrived one day and she told me to go out driving with him in the 20 year old manual pick up.

The plan was to make a big square. Right out of the hood, Left, left, left, straight back in. Few miles round trip. It was a manual transmission, I was doing pretty good!

When we got to the last left, the road had a lot of ruts along the sides. Construction in the area. Big trucks had torn up the shoulders.

I started to turn left. Over shot my turn while going too fast & hit all of the dried muddy ruts along the side of the road. Over corrected and ended up head straight for what I thought was a tree. My brother grabbed the wheel and tried to help. but, it was too late.

We slammed into what turns out was 2 very close together telephone poles with trees in the back ground at somewhere around 35 mph.

My brothers hands were still on a the wheel. So he elbowed me in the face at 35 mph. Something under the dash tore my left knee open 3 inches. My left foot was broken. My teeth were loose. Upper inner lip ripped. Face possibly fractured. My nose broken.

My brother had scratches from my teeth on his elbow. But was otherwise fine. Just a little whiplash! Imagine that. lol.

An off duty EMT witnessed it. She stopped and assessed & called 911. I was taken to the ER, after the police came into the rig and informed me they’d have arrested me for not having a license… but as I was actively bleeding instead they gave me a summons/ticket for court.

For 2 or 3 days I couldn’t even get upstairs in our home to shower. Meaning by body still have blood on it in places. After finally figuring out how to get upstairs with no use of my left leg, my mom gently helped me into the bath by wrapping her arms around my body to lower me in. so I could finally clean the blood fully from my body, legs and head.

On day 5, I was on crunches getting around decent. Still hadn’t seen ortho for my leg. As I was leaving the kitchen on my crutches my mother accosts me. Starts screaming at me for wrecking the truck. And shoves me full force with both her palms.

I’m thrown backwards into the floor. Crunches askew. The breath knocked out of me. She’s still screaming. After a moment I start trying to crawl out of the floor (with only the use of one leg) and I pull myself up and wrap my arms around the pole that separates the two rooms. I held on for dear life. Because I didn’t know if she was going to hit me again. I was just hoping to stay on my feet.

She eventually shuffled off having made her point, whatever it was. And I gather my crutches from the floor and make my way back to my room to hide.

She later told me she waited until she could see I was “getting around ok”… before tearing into me about the truck. Like ok? Did that make it better? That she didn’t want to attack someone super crippled: only slightly crippled.

#child abuse #complex ptsd #generational trauma #ptsd

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max--phillips · 1 year ago

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FOR THOSE WITHOUT SPARES !!!

If you drive a used car, there’s a chance a previous owner took the spare out and there no longer is a spare in your car. If you are among the luckier of us and happen to be driving a newer model and/or a sports car, your vehicle may not have a spare.

Notable brands I know for a FACT do not put spares in some of their cars anymore include Chevy (sedans & Corvettes), Audi, and VW.

So, what’s a person to do if they have a flat?

Well, if you’re in group A (used car that just doesn’t have a spare anymore), I highly highly highly recommend going out and getting yourself one of these

The brand is Slime, and it’s a kit that will (TEMPORARILY!!!!!!!!!) repair your tire and inflate it should you get a flat. There are instructions inside, and they’re pretty easy to follow. These are pretty affordable, I think around $35, and it’ll get you on the road.

This is a temporary fix, though: you will need to take your car in to a shop to have a permanent repair done on your tire. You should be good for a while (I’m talking weeks) but it is not meant to be a permanent fix, and will eventually give out again. Most tire places will do them pretty cheap (if you’re in the Indiana, Belle Tire is known to do them for free on occasion). Just go in and say you need a tire patched, and that you used a slime kit to do a temporary repair.

If you’re in group B and have a fancy new car that just didn’t come with a spare, chances are the car manufacturer put their own brand of slime kit in the back. Make sure you can locate it! Instructions should be with it, but will also most likely be in your owners manual. If you’ve already used the kit that came with the car, and you’re somehow out of the slime (they give you way more than you actually need), you can just buy another slime kit like the one above.

ALSO! If you have a spare tire in the back that’s a “donut,” meaning it isn’t a full-sized tire and is in fact smaller, you’ll probably see a sticker on the side that says something like “50 MPH” (or whatever the KMH equivalent is. 75 I think?). YOU SHOULD NOT DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE OVER THAT SPEED WHILE YOU ARE USING THE SPARE. Seriously. They are not designed to go faster than that. Driving faster than that may make that tire blow too, and then you’re SOL. It’ll also probably fuck up your suspension & alignment, if the alignment doesn’t get fucked up just by using the spare at all (easily fixable though, you should get an alignment check regularly). If you drive a pickup truck, an SUV on a truck chassis (Suburban, Tahoe, Escalade, Armada, etc), or a jeep with a tire on the back (and probably the gladiator, though I guess that’s technically a pickup) you probably have a full-sized spare and won’t need to worry about this, but still check.

Anyway. Get your oil changed every 5,000 miles, get your tires balanced and rotated, if you find your car pulling to one side while you’re driving straight you probably need an alignment, and make sure your tires are inflated to the right psi otherwise they will wear wonky and not last as long.

in the same spirit as those posts reminding you to drink some water and take your meds:

if you have a car, when’s the last time you checked your spare tire? because i know at least two people who’ve recently discovered that they couldn’t actually access their spare because they’d misplaced the necessary tool or some other thing. check your spare tire!! make sure you’ll be able to use it when you need it!!!

#wow this got longer than I anticipated #anyway #I have opinions about cars #advice

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docnomore · 1 year ago

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I fell asleep last night around 10 PM. Mrs. Doc woke me a few minutes after midnight with chest pain, tightness of the throat and numbness of the left arm. She wasn’t sure what to do. The nearest ambulance is roughly 35 minutes away. I woke our son and convinced her we should go to the ER. The hospital is roughly 25 minutes away. I didn’t call for an ambulance and instead, drove her/ us. I passed three law officers: 2 Sheriff’s Deputies and one city police car. I also drove up on a 3rd Deputy. When I say I passed them, I mean I was doing about 75 MPH inna 35 MPH zone - and no one thought to give chase. I honestly hoped to get pulled over so they could give her a ride legally going at speed and use their radio to call in their pending arrival. That did not happen. Still, I yielded for red lights and then got us back up to speed.

The EKG, what I needed to see, showed she was having PVC’s (PreVentricular Contractions). Normally, it feels like your heart is pounding or “skipping a beat”. The Sarcoidosis in the lungs and surrounding tissues triggered her asthma. I can’t hear when she’s wheezing. The asthma and irritation of the Pericardium made her chest hurt. I struggled to find a pulse on her and when i could, it was weak, rapid and thready. Thus, my reviving my days of ambulance and race car driving.

We were in the ER a little over 4 hours. It was the usual work up: EKG, Pulse Oximeter, chest X-Ray, cardiac enzymes (twice), and a breathing treatment and then shown the door. We arrived home at 4:30. The morning alarm clock went off at 5. We worked and at the end of business, I went outside and worked until 7 PM. It’s almost 10 now and I’m about ready to sleep. Been a long day. Wondering if I can find for a reasonable price, an EKG unit I can keep at the house. As we get older, our health issues get more complicated and our health declines. The city has cameras at the stop lights. Blow through a red light and it’s a $158 fine. I blew through three or four. Having an EKG unit at the house could save us money in the bigger picture. Given the lack of response by law enforcement and those cameras, I’m more than a little disappointed and frustrated. In my anti authority mind, they neither protect or serve. They are there only to harass at will and increase government coffers. I’m tired.

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milkgemini · 2 years ago

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Come Over

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: the fluffiest of smut 🥹 soft!jake, unprotected sex, fingering/oral (f receiving), 18+ minors DNI! A/N: ok i don’t usually write soft jake but i had to for my baby girl @gretavanbear. I listened to this song on repeat as i wrote this. i highly suggest tuning in! (just listen to the lyrics ok) i hope y’all like it :’)

“A Storm Weather Advisory has been issued along and north of I-78. Wind will also be a factor Wednesday, with gusts of up to 50 mph along the coast, and 30-35 mph inland.”

The voice of the woman reporting the weather forecast on your TV echoes in the background as you fold your laundry in the living room, on the phone with your best friend.

The two of you spent most nights on the phone, listening to each other carrying out mundane tasks. Just appreciating the other’s presence on the opposite side of the phone.

“Hear that, Jake?” You call over to your phone laying on the couch.

“What?” He responds.

“Gonna be a storm tonight they’re saying. Looks like it’s gonna be a bad one.” You warn him.

“Hmm, you’ll be alright.”

You and Jake had been graced with the most beautiful friendship since the 7th grade. Now in your 20s, he’s still your “go-to” for everything. The first person you call after receiving good news, the one you base your weekend plans around. The last thought on your mind before you go to bed, still taking up your thoughts the second you open your eyes in the morning.

He knew everything about you. Including your ridiculous fear of thunder and lightning. Ever since you were a kid, the sound of the thunder nearing closer, shaking the walls of your house. It was your own personal nightmare.

There was one thing Jake was unaware of about you. Something you weren’t even sure of yourself. Your entire friendship with Jake had been just that… friends. But there was a certain feeling you experienced in the pit of your stomach everytime your eyes landed on him as you met up. That first glance at him as he approached you, whether it be over dinner or picking you up to go on a drive and listen to the new music he discovered that week.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

You had watched him go through girl after girl. Years of listening to him tell you the quirks about the girl of the week, just to watch him with another one the following weekend. For some reason, it didn’t affect you as much as you’d expected. You’d known nothing else but friendship with Jake. Your denial of the true feelings you had for him had taken over your brain. Pushing the thoughts so far back, you pretended they never existed in the first place.

“Where are you going?” You asked him with a smirk on your face. Figuring he’d have plans with someone tonight. He always had plans.

“Huh?” His voice sounded far away from the phone.

“It sounds like you’re in the car. Going somewhere?” You prodded.

“Oh. Just driving. Not much going on tonight.”

Jake lived about 35 minutes from your apartment. Neither of you cared about taking the drive. The times you drove to Jake’s place felt like 5 minutes in the car. But the trek home felt like 5 hours. Back to your apartment. Where you lived alone, the scent of him still lingering on your clothes. Sometimes you’d lay in bed and catch yourself inhaling his aroma on your sweater from when he hugged you goodbye.

And there it was. The first crack of thunder. You’d remember from middle school someone telling you if you counted how many seconds between the flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder, that’s how many miles away the storm was. Whether that was true or not, who knows.

It had been drizzling the entirety of the time you had been on the phone with Jake. As you carried your basket of clean folded clothes to your bedroom, you rested your phone on top, Jake listening on the other side.

You began to take the clothes out of the basket and place them in their known spots in your room. This one goes in the bottom drawer. This one is meant to be hung on a hanger in the closet.

There was one window in your bedroom. You always kept the blinds up, enjoying the sunlight that washed over your space in the morning. The rain began to smack against the side of your window, followed by a strong howl of wind causing the tree outside to brush up against your apartment building.

Distracting yourself with laundry was the best way to avoid the anxiety that started to creep up in your stomach as you heard the storm coming undone outside.

You pulled out the top drawer of your dresser and began to place your underwear and socks in their correct spots, always priding yourself for your organization skills.

Complete darkness. Accompanied by the sound of every electronic device in your house powering down.

“Shit. Jake?” You called for him.

“Yeah?” You heard the engine of his car revving in the background.

“My fucking power just went out. Fuck!” Grabbing your phone to turn on the flashlight, you scurried around your room. Finding your lighter and beginning to bring a flame to every candle you could find.

He didn’t respond.

You checked your phone to make sure you still had service.

4 bars.

“Hello? Jake, can you hear me?” Your voice had a whine to it. You hated being alone, especially during a blackout from the storm.

You jumped out of your skin as you heard a knock at your door.

“Jake, please answer me. There’s someone at my door now!” You rushed down the hall to peek around the corner, trying your best to see who was there at this time of night in this weather.

“Just come to the door please.” The sound of pouring rain muffled his voice on the phone.

You felt the smile spread across your face at the sound of his voice confirming he was at your front door.

Unlocking the door, you swing it open to him. Your arms immediately reaching out to welcome his embrace.

“Jake! You came…” you didn’t care if he was soaking wet, nuzzling your face against his chest. He was just what you needed right now to bring you back down to earth, away from your worries.

“You called.” He smoothed the hair on the back of your head.

“I’ve been heading your way since you caught on to the fact I was in the car.” He broke away from the embrace, looking down at you with a warm smile.

You blushed to yourself, giving him a quick laugh under your breath, avoiding his eyes. Why were you nervous right now? He’s your best friend.

“Thank you, Jake. I mean it. I really appreciate you being with me right now. You know how I get wi-“ you were rambling on.

“The storm. I know.” As if he could read your mind.

“Yeah..” you trailed off. Slightly embarrassed of your juvenile fear.

“Got another lighter? I’ll help.” He followed you to the kitchen as you searched your drawers.

You handed him the white BIC lighter. He scanned it in his hand.

“Aren’t these bad luck?” He said with a laugh.

“I don’t even care at this point. I just don’t want to be in the dark anymore.” You whined to him.

“24 years old and she’s still scared of the dark.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it.

On your tippy toes, you tried your best to reach for the final candle that sat atop your kitchen cabinets. In the darkness, you heard his footsteps approach from behind.

“Here, I got it.” His back pressed against yours as he reached for the white candle above.

As he held it in front of the two of you to light it, you caught a glimpse of his face behind the flame. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to get the flame to catch the wick.

His eyes lifted to yours, a smirk beginning to form on his face as he caught you already looking at him.

“What?” His voice came out as a chuckle.

The candle was lit, and he placed it on the counter top.

“Nothing… I-“ you tucked your hair behind your ear, a nervous habit of yours that of course Jake was aware of.

“Spit it out then.” He egged you on.

“I just really appreciate you coming here.” Your voice whispered soft, a hint of nerves behind them.

With his back pressed against the counter top, he pushed off of it to step closer to you.

The darkness of your lifeless apartment was accompanied by the warm glow of every candle you owned. The golden light reflecting off each of your features.

As he stepped closer to you, he grabbed your arm at your elbow.

“I care about you.” His voice was raspy but soft at the same time. The sound of it traveling through your ears caused you to melt each time.

He took another step. Now toe to toe with you in the middle of your kitchen.

You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

“I know.” You replied to him, trying your hardest not to show how bad your nerves were affecting you right now.

“I don’t think you do.” His hand was rubbing against the skin of your arm, goosebumps following his touch.

You tilted your head at him in confusion.

His eyes fell to the floor as he continued to rub against your arm, inhaling deeply and blowing the air out of his mouth.

“I care about you. A lot.” He finally replies, eyes meeting yours again.

“I care about you too, Jake. A lot.” Your teeth shone through your wide smile as you locked your gaze with him.

The pad of his thumb found your jawline and traced the outline of it. Your knees felt as if they were going to give out. You watched his face as his eyes were trained on where his skin met yours.

“Can I show you?” He whispered to you, eyes flicking back to meet yours.

“Show me what, Jake?” You questioned him, unable to read his thoughts.

He leaned closer to you. His forehead pressing against you. His nose slotted next to yours. You worried he would be able to hear your quick breathing.

“Let me show you how much I care about you.” He pinched your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to him.

It felt as if time had frozen. In this moment; here you were. Your best friend of years a breath away from your lips.

His lips were parted and the bottom of his teeth peeked through.

You watched his lips until you couldn’t anymore. Your gaze interrupted by the plush feeling of his mouth pressed to yours. He kissed you soft and sweet. His hand leaving your jawline only to replace his touch to your cheek. He cupped the side of your face as if to hold you against him forever. He never wanted this moment to end.

The butterflies in your stomach were so powerful they almost hurt. Your mind had turned to mush, lost to your entire being surrounded by Jake.

You felt him. You smelled his deep cologne. You heard his lips smack against yours.

From the grip he had on your cheek, you knew he wanted more, but was afraid to step any further.

You answered his silent pleas, slightly parting your lips to invite his tongue inside.

He lightly touched the tip of your tongue with his. You answered his call by sliding yours against the flat of his tongue. You felt his quiet moans travel into your mouth and down your throat.

His hand left its placement on your cheek to find your hip. He tightened his grip around you, squeezing the skin above your bone.

The kiss deepened. Mouths open wider. Lips slick and swollen.

A song from your phone, on repeat since Jake got there, faintly played in the background of the noises of your lips meeting together.

“Lover you should’ve come over. Cause it’s not too late”

You picked up on the lyric and huffed a breath of laughter in between kisses.

He parted his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against you, catching his breath. Your eyes scanned over his features before you grasped his fingers and led him down the hall to your room.

The heels of his boots clicked as he followed you down the hardwood floor.

You entered the room first. He swiftly wrapped you in his arms, turning to press you against the bedroom door, shutting it with a click.

You embraced his weight pushing you against the door as he continued the kiss with an open mouth. Inhaling sharply and exhaling out of his nose against your cheek.

Your fingertips grazed along his chest. Following down the buttons of his shirt until you reached the hem of it. You tucked both of your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, dipping past underneath his underwear, feeling his warm skin against your icy finger tips. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at your cold touch.

Your fingers ran along the band of his briefs until they met in the middle to reach the button of his jeans. His hips bucked towards your touch as you poked the button through the hole and began to pull his zipper down.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss from you.

“I- I’m sorry did I-“ you were embarrassed thinking you went too far.

“Before we do this. I need to be honest with you.” You felt his stare burn into your eyes, petrified at what was to come next.

You nodded at him, begging him to continue with his thoughts.

“If we do this…” he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, “I can’t just be your friend anymore.”

You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off.

“I think, I-“ he punctuated his sentence with a groan of frustration.

“Jake. Please, let me in. Whatever you’re about to say I can take it. If you don’t wan-“ he interrupted you once more.

“I’m in love with you.”

You felt as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. As if he’d punched you in the gut and kissed it better.

You started to feel a lump growing, burning in the back of your throat.

Before you could let the tears form, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him forward to meet his lips with yours once more. Kissing him with fervor, begging his tongue to visit yours again.

He guided you to the bed with his hands on your hips, placing you down softly once he realized the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, never once breaking his lips from yours.

As your head hit the pillow, you tore away from him.

“I love you too, Jake. Always have.” You stared up at him with a gleam in your eye.

He brushed the hair from your face and responded.

“Always will.” You felt the smile on his lips as he kissed you again.

His fingertips began to trace the outline of your body, down your side to your hips.

“Let me be sweet to you. Show you how long I’ve felt this way.”

With your hand still wrapped around the back of his neck, you nodded up to him, signaling him to continue.

He smiled back at you in response. His body moving down away from you. You missed his lips already.

His face was so close to the skin of your tummy. You felt his hot breath against it as he moved.

He placed a single kiss to your hip bone before curling his fingers around the waistband of your sweat pants.

Before he did anything else, he looked up to you to ask for permission.

“May I?” A hint of smirk in his tone. He knew the answer to his question.

“Please” you whimpered back to him, the slightest buck of your hips towards him.

He slipped the pants down your legs, pulling them over your feet with the most gentle touch.

With the bottom half of your body bare, your nerves began to creep back in, clamping your legs shut.

“Relax for me.” His words were the remedy. You immediately felt the tension of your muscles relax, letting your legs fall to the side, spreading for him.

He glanced at your center, and if you weren’t staring intently you would have missed it as his eyes widened for a split second.

His soft lips kissed up the inside of your thigh. Inching slowly to where you needed him the most.

“You don’t understand…” he planted another kiss, so close, “how long I’ve dreamt of this.”

His words alone caused your hips to raise from the mattress, a strained moan breaking from you.

He could tell how bad you wanted his mouth, and he couldn’t wait to taste you either.

You felt his lips press gently against the skin above your clit.

He flattened his tongue to lick against your folds. Not yet licking them apart to taste your wet skin.

Your fingers tangled into his long brunette locks. Bunching them at the root.

Jake loved the feeling of you tugging at his hair. He dreamed of one day being able to feel that pleasure mixed with pain.

He pointed his tongue to lick through your folds. Finally feeling him against your heat. You sucked in a sharp breath and he rolled it over your clit.

He swirled his tongue around it, not exactly touching it but teasing.

You whined for him, pressing his face deeper into you.

“Please.” You breathed out.

He groaned against you, the vibrations of his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine.

The tip of his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, exactly where you craved him.

He flicked it over you again and again, each tightened grasp of your hand in his hair spurring him on.

He listened to your moans, dragging his middle finger down the side of your lower lips as he continued to lick against you.

You lifted your hips to meet him. The pad of his middle finger circled around your wet entrance.

He pushed the digit inside, retracting it slowly allowing you to feel every second of it.

He gave open mouthed kisses to your clit, curling his lips around you and sucking lightly.

He felt your walls clench around his finger, begging him to never leave from inside of you.

As he pulled his middle finger out, he added his ring finger next.

You felt the cold touch of the ring he was wearing press against your lower lips.

He rested his face against the inside of your thigh, extending his tongue to quickly lick against you as he pumped his fingers inside.

“Jake!” Your voice was strained. He could tell you were close. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone against his mouth.

“You are so beautiful.” He moaned against your wet skin.

He was gentle with you. Taking in every twitch of your thighs and every gasp of air.

He made love to you with his mouth, enjoying this just as much as you were.

You felt the rim of your entrance begin to quiver, that familiar warm feeling budding between your hips.

He looked up at you as he continued to lick you to climax.

The moment your eyes met his, you lost yourself to him.

Your body was tingling from your head to your feet. Your toes curling behind him.

You snapped your head back, pressing it harder into the pillow as you let your moans wail into the room.

He softly licked you through your orgasm. Grounding you back to earth with him.

He crept back towards you to meet your lips. Never rushing you, kissing you slowly to allow you to feel all of him against you.

“I’d taste you everyday if you’d let me.” He breathed into you between kisses.

With your mouth still on his, you tugged at his underwear, showing him you wanted them off.

He stood from the bed. Kicking his boots off, he then tugged his jeans past his hips before attending to his underwear. You caught a glimpse of the damp spot on his gray briefs from where he’d leaked with arousal onto them.

You groaned at the sight, pulling them down before he could even get his feet out of his jeans. He chuckled to himself at your needy actions.

With his bottom half now bare as well, he climbed back onto the bed with you, slotting between your legs, his knees pressing into the mattress.

His arms were stretched out straight, planted on either side of your head. He looked down at you. The necklaces he adorned swinging against his chest. The tips of his long hair tickled your cheeks.

A tight grin spread across his face.

For a second, you took him in. Realizing how gentle he was with you. Giving you pleasure first, never rushing a single second with you. Making you feel so safe.

You smiled to yourself at your own thoughts, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear, playing with the gold hoop he wore.

“I meant it.” You whispered to him.

He tilted his head in confusion.

You swept your thumb across his cheek and traced the outline of his lips.

“I love you, Jacob.” You smiled sweetly as your eyes locked with his.

His lips crashed into yours. Subconsciously, his hips rutted against you, feeling his length slide through your folds.

You broke from the kiss to press your lips to his ear and whisper to him.

“Make love to me, Jake.”

He groaned in response to you.

Kissing you once more, he inhaled sharply against your skin.

He gripped the base of his length, guiding his tip to your entrance.

He slid deeper inside of you, his lips remaining locked with yours.

As he reached the hilt, you detached from him, unable to bottle up your moans any longer.

He pulled out slowly to glance down at where your bodies met.

Your wetness glistened up the length of his cock. He twitched at the sight, pushing back into you with force.

He watched as your body bounced against the mattress with every thrust into you.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him begin to stretch your walls.

He leaned back into you. His head tucked into the crook of your neck as you graced his ears with your sweet moans of pleasure.

He grunted against you with every thrust.

He lowered himself to lay on his forearms, as he planted gentle kisses against your neck, breathing deep to take in your scent.

He gripped the side of your head, pressing it against his. The palm of his hand laid against you as his fingers wrapped into your hair.

As his pace quickened, his fingers curled into your hair. Short quick breaths being pushed from him against your neck.

The wave of pleasure was creeping back to you. You felt yourself clench around him.

A high pitched moan tumbled forward from him at the feeling of your walls tugging at his length.

Your hands found the smooth skin of his back, snaking your fingers up his shirt, you scraped your fingernails down his spine.

You turned your head to whisper in his ear.

“Inside, Jake. Cum inside of me, please.”

He lost it with the way you begged for him.

He concentrated on the way your wetness coated around his length, dripping out onto your lower lips.

He sat up and leaned against his heels. His palms gripping your hips tightly. He used his hold on you to drive into you harder.

Your jaw fell open, eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix.

He sucked his thumb between his lips before attaching it to your clit. He pressed against it, swirling the pad of his finger into you.

Your hips left the bed up towards his touch as pleasure coursed through you.

You moaned in bliss as you came undone, your walls fluttering around him.

He bent down to press his lips against you, pushing himself as far as he could inside of you.

Your tongue swiped against his, and you felt him twitch deep inside.

He gripped your hair at the root as you felt him fill you with his cum. He fucked you through it, feeling his warmth leak out onto your comforter below you.

His thrusts slowed as he planted soft kisses over your face. He hovered over you as he pulled himself out from inside you for the last time. You felt a pang of sadness in your chest, missing his fullness already.

He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, finally sealing with a kiss to your lips.

Jake adjusted his body to lay next to you, his chest halfway on yours, halfway on the bed. The pad of his thumb swept across your cheek bone.

He lifted his head from next to you to look directly at you, noses almost touching. You felt his chest press against yours as he breathed in and out.

“I want you to be mine.” His voice was a whisper.

You tucked your bottom lip so tight between your teeth, the corners of your mouth tipping up.

He registered your response and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.

“All mine. My sweet girl.”

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Kailen A Kelly, Florida inmate D01303, born 1983, incarceration intake (this time) September 2018 at age 35 with 2 prior stints in Florida DOC for 7 months released December 2007, and for 14 months release November 2009, sentenced to life

DUI Manslaughter for two under 18 girls as passengers in a car driven by their mother, and Fleeing LEO

A Pace man who got behind the wheel drunk, fled a deputy, hit another car head-on at 88 mph and killed two young girls was sentenced to life in prison.

Kailen Kelly was charged with two counts of DUI manslaughter and an array of additional offenses in connection with a crash that claimed the lives of siblings Stormie Harrell, 7, and Sidney Dowdy, 17.

Kelly pleaded no contest to the offenses, claiming he did not want to go through a drawn-out trial and cause additional pain and hardship for the two girls' family.

In an emotional hearing family members called on the Judge to give Kelly the maximum sentence of life in prison.

At the hearing, witnesses testified that Kelly had spent the day drinking before climbing in his truck and going fishing. His wife tracked him down and tried to convince him to ride home with her in her car, but Kelly instead drove away from the area at high speed.

He reportedly rear ended another driver and kept going before passing a marked Santa Rosa County Sheriff's Office SUV. He reportedly was reportedly driving 80 mph in a 55-mph zone.

Kelly refused to pull over for the deputy, who was ultimately forced to discontinue the pursuit because Kelly's erratic driving and high speed posed a danger to the public.

The Florida Highway Patrol reported Kelly was going "full throttle," about 95 mph, just before the crash, and that he slowed just slightly to about 88 mph before barreling head-on into the victims' vehicle.

The FHP tested Kelly's blood alcohol level roughly four hours after the crash, and it was still almost 1.30 percent, well over the legal limit of .08 percent. Testing also revealed marijuana in his system.

Kelly sat quietly with his head bowed for most of the sentencing hearing. When given a chance to speak, he apologized to the family for all the pain he had caused them, noting, "My mom used to tell me that sometimes sorry isn't good enough," something he said he didn't fully comprehend until this incident.

He said all he could do was accept responsibility for his actions and pray God would heal the pain he had caused the Harrells.

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therogueduchess · 2 months ago

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The service guy was very pleased I had my spare and wheel lock both out and ready. That gave me a little bit of people pleaser fulfillment, I guess.

I do not have a full size spare in this vehicle. I have a doughnut. For those of you who have never had occasion to drive on a donut, personally I find it very unnerving. Visually they are clearly smaller than a regular wheel. Not cartoonishly so, but still. The difference is visually obvious. And the donut is covered with stickers that warn you about speed and length. You are not supposed to go faster than 50 miles an hour on a doughnut. You are also not supposed to drive more than 50 miles total on a donut.

So I finished my drive home last night on back roads, and I am being very slow on a main road today and pulling over frequently to let people get by me. I’m also keeping a very strong eye on how many miles I have gone since it was put on. Conveniently, it was put on right as I passed a round number, so I don’t have to be doing any kind of distance math in the middle of everything else that I’m doing.

The tire shop that I wanted to take my car to today it turns out is not open on Sundays. That fucking sucks. The dealership that I also could’ve taken it to is not open on Sundays. That fucking sucks the private shop that I went to last time, my car had popped tires - you might remember, it was only like three weeks ago - is also not open on Sundays.

So my ass is on my way to a Pep Boys, and I am cruising a solid 35 miles an hour along the road that is rated to be 45 so everybody goes 50 or 55 mph on it always. But it is two lanes each direction, so everybody is going to have to just go around me or be cool with the speed that I’m at if they insist on staying behind me. Everybody’s got options. I’m not in danger myself and others just to be speedygofast.

Once again, I am handling my shit like a fucking adult. But I’m really tired of it.

I really wish I didn’t have to.

Son of a biiiiiiiiiitch

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davidbrigstock · 2 years ago

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Nov 15

Day 43. Brawley CA to Blythe CA

Miles today : 87

Total cross-country miles: 3062

Feet of ascent today: 2165

Total cross-country feet of ascent: 83122

My friends in this years Crossroads cycling group will likely all agree that our ride into Texas was a truly miserable experience and possibly the worst of all the “bad” days. The weather was lousy with cold winds, rain and a headwind that just unendingly slammed into us. Today, in my opinion, was even worse than that. Although the temperature was pretty reasonable (40s getting into high 60s), the headwind from the east and north was brutal. We knew this was going to be the case but I didn’t realize that this would test my physical endurance to almost breaking point. The first 25 miles were great despite the wind and I’ll let the Relive video do the talking other than to say I reached 3000 total cross-USA miles during this section so I was on a high. Shortly thereafter, there was long climb directly into 15-20 mph headwinds which gradually sapped my energy as I watched my speed drop to 6-8mph. It was brutal, demoralizing, and totally draining. Even the downward slope after about 50 miles wasn’t very enjoyable as the wind just kept hitting me in the face. At one point I reached 27mph during a very steep downhill but that was short-lived and is kind of misleading when you see it on Relive.

At about 70 miles i was feeling very very weak and we were fortunate to find a gas station 3 miles down the road (the first stopping place in well over 35 miles) where we could replenish our liquids and eat some sugary carbs. Even so I did not feel great and a few miles later almost 🤮. Matt was obviously very concerned about his Dad and I am very very glad he was with me as he knows a lot about this kind of stuff from his Ironman experiences. I gradually began to feel a bit better and more confident so we gingerly set off to complete the longest (slowest) 15 miles I’ve ever done. The headwinds were still doing their thing but somehow I battled through in no small part to Matt who I know could have been much faster but stuck it out with me instead. But I made it. Just. A little under 90 miles in 9hrs (7am - 4pm). A dubious accomplishment for sure.

The evening saw us eating Pizza in bed and preparing a box containing 10 pounds of my not-needed bike gear that UPS will be delivering back home. Thanks to my new friend Brad for helping to make that happen. The major “mod” will be no front bag and a lighter rear bag. Matt will be carrying my 4 spare inner tubes in his back pack to help reduce my weight even more.

Tomorrow is the 112 mile ride to Wickenberg and the damn winds will be back. I will do my best but on paper it will be worse than today. Watch this space.

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gojos-sidepiece-69 · 4 years ago

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 2

Your eyes snapped open and you met eyes with your lover from last night. Fuck. Did that actually happen? It shouldn’t have. Damn it. No, god, no. I got drunk and had an insane fever dream, that’s it. Your brain worked in overdrive trying to rationalize your decisions from last night. Intense waves of shame and guilt washed over you when you realized that you were, indeed, practically sober.

You woke up with no headache. Your hips, however, were a different story altogether. “Morning, sunshine,” your dimpled teacher said intoxicatingly. It was too early for his bullshit. “Please, Gojo. Not now. I’m going to go home and pretend this didn’t happen, okay? Great.” His grin widened as he pointed out, “Oh, so we’re on name-to-name basis now? I thought I was still your Sensei.”

You ignored him and firmly got up only to catch a glance of yourself in a full body mirror. You saw purple peeking out at you from under Gojo’s shirt. You pulled it down slightly and felt at your raw, sore love bites. “Sorry about those, I always like it a bit rough,” Gojo explained, still shamelessly man-spreading in his bed. “I could tell,” you deadpanned. You lifted up the hem of your shirt to inspect the degree of damage he had done to your hips, and it was bad. You could barely even walk straight. You were planning on a pleasant walk-of-shame home, but seeing the state of your condition, that was now out of question. As if he read your mind, he said “I’ll give you a ride back.”

You got a sneak peak into the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer’s morning routine, which included putting on his dumb blindfold and dark navy uniform. He handed you your clothes from the previous night, taking extra care to comment about how he was upset he didn’t get to see you in your “cute little lacy bra.” Everyone had left earlier that morning, knowing from previous experience not to wake Gojo in the morning. In addition, they didn’t want to take their chances while their airhead of a teacher took the steering wheel, blasting trap music way too damn early. You, however, had the treat of experiencing this first-hand. “All aboard!” He said childishly as you stepped into his black BMW. He immediately turned the volume of his music all the way up, humming to Pick it Up by Famous Dex.

You closed your eyes, and muttered a silent prayer that you wouldn’t die in a freak accident on the way home. With your luck, Gojo would crash straight through a KFC Drive-Thru and laugh about it.

You were shaken out of this scary afterthought when you realized that Gojo was driving 65 MPH in a 35 zone. “What the hell? Slow down!” You yelled, but your driver only looked at you and laughed. “You didn’t have a problem with me going fast last night.” You gritted your teeth. Of course he was going to make your drive home as sarcastic and filled with as many horrible sex jokes as possible. The worst part was that you, at the back of your mind, were fighting back a small laugh. But you weren’t about to confirm that he was funny. So you slowly exhaled through your nose, until your breath hitched at the back of your throat.

Gojo’s hand had snuck past the gear and onto your knee. Keeping his (inexplicably blindfolded) eyes on the road, it slowly snaked up to your thigh and rested there. He could feel you tense up and smiled to himself. He loved the effect that even just his hands had on women. The sensation gave you flashbacks of the night before. He touched a bruise on your inner thigh that he had licked and sucked so tenderly last night, and you shuddered. He drew small circles, but didn’t go any further.

The tires screeched to a halt right outside Tokyo Tech, and you clambered out of his car as fast as you could. You left in such a rush that you dropped your “cute, lacy bra” on the passenger-side floor. You didn’t even notice. Luckily it was Sunday, and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing your teacher until tomorrow. “Have a great day!” He yelled after you, and you flipped him off classily without so much as a backwards glance for your superior. As soon as you got to your dorm, you dramatically collapsed onto the mattress.

You were so tired from fooling around the entire day yesterday that you slept through Sunday in its entirety. You arose early Monday morning and groaned when you remembered that it was going to be your first Field Training day. And you were absolutely correct in thinking that you were most definitely not ready.

“Each of you will be assigned a Jujutsu Sorcerer to shadow for your field practice today. Watch how they exorcise curses, take mental notes, and follow each of their directions carefully. Megumi and Nobara, you’ll be going with Nanami. Yuji and Y/n, you’re stuck with me,” Gojo said, keeping eye contact with you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. You thought to yourself, I might as well just start calling it blindfold-contact, if I can’t see his gorgeous eyes. I mean, eyes. Gojo whistled and led you and Yuji back to his black car. Yuji ran like the track-star he was, yelling “SHOTGUN!” so loudly that you didn’t care to argue.

He threw the door open and leaped into the passenger seat, while Gojo took the wheel and you occupied the backseat. Yuji took the liberty of connecting to the aux, this time blasting Tetris by Derek King. Once again, it was way too early in the morning to be listening to songs about ass. But this issue did not seem to exist for the Tokyo Tech’s favorite resident ass men, Yuji and Gojo. Or as you liked to call them, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb-ass.

Not even a comfortable minute into the drive, Yuji energetically bent over and picked up your forgotten bra. “Ooh, looks like Gojo Sensei is getting some! Who’s the unlucky girl?” Yuji joked around. “Oh, Gojo. GOJO,” the pink-haired puppy-boy fake moaned like an animal in pain while poking fun at his teacher. Your sensei, ever the enabler of horrible jokes, chuckled along. He glanced up into the rear view mirror and made eye contact with you, breaking it as soon as he swerved into the wrong lane. “At least tell me what she looked like!” Yuji practically bursted at the seams. Gojo sighed and offered a single comment to his student that was enough to temporarily stave off his curiosity and shut him up. “She had a great ass.”

You heard a genuinely amazed “Wow!” from your fellow first-year as blush once again danced onto your cheeks. You broke the car’s mounting tension by piping up and asking, “So where are we actually going?” Gojo explained that their Field Practice entailed an actual mission to retrieve one of Sukuna’s fingers. What the hell? You thought to yourself. You had barely one day of instruction and you were being thrown into the deep end already? Jesus Christ. But somewhere deep inside your mind, you knew that Gojo cared for his students and would never let any of them get hurt.

Rudely interrupting your thoughts for the millionth time, Gojo interjected, “But we’re stopping by the bakery first. I need my morning fix.” Your stomach grumbled at the thought of food just as you remembered you hadn’t eaten yet today. With one shitty parallel-parking job, you had arrived right outside the Ichiban Pan bakery. The three of you filed into the bakery, the bell on the door ringing as the sweet aromas supplied you with some much-needed serotonin. You walked up to the counter, and immediately noticed how beautiful the cashier was. She had long, dark hair and a figure that anyone would drool over.

To your surprise, she said, “Gojo...back here already? I knew you hadn’t had enough of me yet,” as she eyed him lustfully. “Of course I had to come back for seconds. Your goods were just so...soft and sweet,” he smiled coyly as he leaned onto the counter and shamelessly flirted back. The woman reached over and toyed with Gojo’s blindfold as his smile grew. She said, “So, when are we going to have some more fun?” He answered, “Always so eager, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn soon.” You couldn’t tell if your face was heating up with annoyance at the thought of Gojo delaying the mission to flirt with one of his girls, or at the fact that you felt...jealous. Jealous that you weren’t the only one he had eyes for, and envious that this girl was older and maybe even more attractive than you. She made you feel plain in more ways than one, and your mind started to wander.

Did Gojo touch her like how he touched me? How many girls has he had before? How many is he with right now? Damn it. You shook off the bothersome thought. Maybe it was your innate competitiveness as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but you knew you had to get him back. Fair and square. You told yourself it wasn’t because you wanted more from him, but it was because you wanted to make him feel jealous in the exact same way. Whatever it was, whenever the time would come, you were going to leave him frustrated.

Three delicious dangos and thirty minutes later, you found yourself at the site of the curse: a closed off mall. While you were now right outside of the car, you could feel the cursed energy radiating out from its epicenter. “There’s one unregistered first-grade curse that you need to extract Sukuna’s finger from. And I’m going to osbserve,” Gojo said while he sat on the hood of his car. “You’re going to what? I’ve barely had ANY training,” you sputtered angrily, but Yuji was already pulling your arm and dragging you towards the curse. Well, you thought to yourself. Might as well prove yourself a worthy comrade to Yuji and a promising student for...he didn’t matter right now. The two of you sprinted forward as Gojo lowered a dark veil over the area, blackening the sky.

Yuji shoved the front doors open and leapt inside, and you jumped in after him. The lights were broken and flickering, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned mall. The escalators were still running, but you could hear distant crashing sounds. “This way!” Yuji yelled, as the two of you sprinted up the escalator to the second floor. The crashing increased in volume, and it was clearly coming from a destroyed souvenir shop ahead.

You laid eyes on the grotesque curse, which resembled a deformed, melting, red plastic mannequin that was at least twice your height. Its arms immediately extended and shot out at you, but you dodged out of the way. You hadn’t learned any techniques yet, so it seemed like you and Yuji would be teaming up and harnessing your raw cursed energy to deliver blows to the mannequin. The curse opened its mouth to reveal jagged teeth that caged in one of Sukuna’s fingers. “There it is!” you shouted. But in an instant, both you and Yuji were caught off guard and knocked to your feet by the mannequin’s extended arms.

They grew spikes that jutted out and beat into your sides. You yelped and coughed in pain, starting to see blood pool out from under your uniform. You gritted your teeth and tried your best to deliver blows to sever the curse’s arms, but it was useless. Yuji, too, seemed trapped in between the sharp spikes. After ten minutes of intense stabbing pains and useless struggle against this first-grade curse, Yuji piped up. “I think I’m going to have to let Sukuna take over and destroy this curse.” Your eyes widened. You had only heard stories of the demon king, and they were all horrific. But it was between that and death, and you both made the split-second decision. “Do it,” you nodded.

You watched from your position as Yuji let Sukuna take over his body. Black tattoos etched their way across his toned body, which was exposed to you after he carelessly tore his tightening shirt off. His smile grew wide and you heard a malicious laugh. “Fool,” Sukuna said directly to the curse, before ripping its right arm off with brute force. “You think you’re any match for me?” Before its arm could regenerate, Sukuna tore off its other one and freed you before tossing you aside like a corpse while informing you that you were “in his way.” You hit your head against the front window of the store and groaned. You watched the mannequin open it’s mouth and shoot out it’s razor-sharp dagger teeth at Sukuna, but he just grabbed onto the curse’s head and tore it right off with ease.

He reached two fingers into the curse’s mouth and extracted the finger, examining it with a slight grin before swallowing it. “Feels so good,” he murmured while throwing his head back and laughing loudly. A wave of confusion washed over you. If the job was done, why hadn’t Yuji switched back yet? What was going on? You shivered and backed up slightly as Sukuna turned his head to look down at you.

“You know,” he drew out a breath as he kneeled down and picked up a scrap of cloth from Yuji’s torn shirt. “I haven’t taken over a vessel in ages. And that means I haven’t had a woman in a very,” he stepped closer to you, “Very long time.” You looked up at him from the ground, taking in his mouthwatering physique. This curse made you forget about logic for a minute and revert to primal instinct. The first thought that ran through your brain was running your tongue over his abs. However, a second later, you had an even better idea. Why not let Sukuna have his way with me? That would show Gojo. I want him to hear me moaning while he’s still sitting in his stupid BMW, blood rushing to his dick as he thinks about me getting fucked stupid by the undisputed king of curses. That thought alone was enough to push you to answer, “And what do you want me to do about that?”

“You’re going to do as I say. Let me fuck you until you can’t remember your own first name.” Your heat throbbed at that, and Sukuna wasted no time binding your hands together tightly with the scrap of cloth. This was really happening. You were about to get destroyed by the legendary Sukuna in the shattered storefront of a souvenir shop. In the dark. Without any semblance of a warning, Sukuna ripped your uniform top right off of your body, leaving behind only scraps of fabric. You shivered at the sensation of being exposed to the cold. You looked up at him wearing only your plain black bra and uniform skirt, and his eyelids lowered. “Fucking slut,” he said, as he ripped off your bra with the same fervor. He smiled hungrily as your nipples perked from the chills, and groped at your breasts with both hands.

He admired how they fit perfectly within his calloused hands, and how he could feel your heartbeat rapidly soar. With fear. Humans really are useless creatures, aren’t they? He thought before he demanded, “Open your mouth.” You complied, and he slid two long digits all the way inside. You felt one hit the back of your throat and you moaned onto his fingers as they slid back out. He rubbed his fingers back onto your breasts, coating them with the wetness of your own saliva. You moaned loudly with pleasure, positive that your pathetic Sensei could hear you from outside.

“That’s good.” Sukuna approved of your moaning. The thought of him making you arch your back, screaming and crying for him pushed him on further. His hands aggressively found your skirt, tearing it easier than paper. He looked down at your soaked panties and felt the urge to make you feel small and embarrassed. “You’ve gone and made a mess of yourself. I’ll just have to get rid of them,” you saw Sukuna’s tongue move around in his mouth as he forcefully tugged off your panties. His hunger got the best of him, and he bent down to let his tongue take one long lap along your dripping cunt. “Fuck,” he breathed as you threw your head back, hitting against the wall. “I haven’t tasted a woman in so long,” he said, before bending back down and slipping his tongue into your slit.

His strong arms kept your shaking legs pried wide open for him, sharp nails tightly gripping into your thighs, and you could only groan louder. He continued to drink at your slippery juices until you screamed and came into his mouth. He licked his lips as he pushed your thighs back together and lifted himself up. “I’m not even close to finished with you yet,” he growled, sensing you getting slightly tired.

He lifted you up and threw you onto your stomach. You propped yourself up shakily using your elbows while he pushed your head down with one of his hands. You arched your back for him, granting him an easier entrance. Kneeling behind you, he teased his dripping tip at your folds while squeezing at your ass. The buildup was almost too much for you to take, so you began to whine “Suku-,” but before you could finish, he entered you roughly. Sukuna mercilessly railed into your pussy from behind, one hand simultaneously gripping your hair and pushing your head down, while the other dug crescent-shaped nail marks into your hips.

His pace was so fast that you could only scream and curse and whine his name, but he only laughed and threw his head back. “Sl-slower,” you begged, tears spilling down your face, but Sukuna maintained his speed. Your useless request only prompted him to move his hand from your hair to your throat, gripping you tightly. “Don’t ask me that again,” he growled, still thrusting.

You could feel his thrusts become more loose and sporadic, and finally he pulled out and groaned deeply while spilling his cum all over your thighs. You panted and stood up slowly, but you held back a shocked scream. You watched in horror as Gojo Satoru stood before you, blindfolded eyes trailing over the white, creamy liquid dripping down your thighs. You instinctively covered your breasts and cunt, managing a weak, “how long were you watching?” Gojo took a step forward. “Well, I decide to assess the situation for myself when I heard you screaming for mercy, so I came in at about the time...” he mimed checking a fake watch, “a 1000-year-old curse started pounding you from behind.”

You blushed, heart racing from the exposure and accidental voyeurism. You hadn’t expected him to actually come see you for himself. However, your eyes took a quick trip to see a growing bulge in your Sensei’s pants. You smiled to yourself as you thought, mission accomplished.

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