#he needs some moisturizer goddamn

[rowanthefierce]

one of the things that kills me about the httyd live action (besides, y'know, all the usual stuff) is that dean deblois has stated that it draws more inspiration from the books or whatever, so it's a live action version of the first movie but hoho! with more stuff sourced from the books!

but like i do not trust what he means by that after he said he was drawing inspiration from the books for httyd 3

all THAT amounted to was him slapping the opening monologue from the first httyd book over the epilogue of the third movie and pretending they were analogous

httyd 3's ending sucks major butt for so many reasons but it especially galls me that it was a so-called effort to hew to the books when the books clearly have such different reasons and contexts for why the dragons left and how the dragons left. and in the third movie they left because hiccup got sad? or because toothless was suddenly representative of all dragonkind?

so i have zero hope for how the live action movie will pull ~inspiration~ from the books. if they wanted to live action the books, age hiccup down, give him flaming red hair, and make toothless the little shithead he so gloriously was in the series

[sunrisesfromthewest]

First Encounter Part 6

Warning:Marcus still on💯,Rated R language here and there🤬,Taking Birth Control💊(It’s for the plot don’t start blowing up my comment section,I got y’all 😭)in and out of readers pov,you’ll understand once you start reading📖

Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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Entering your bedroom your eyes peer around every surface, searching for your black furry baby." Midnight, baby where are you!" you said wondering where he could’ve gone, while you were......handling business in the shower. 

 After scavenging through your bed sheets and closet you place your hands on your hips, letting out a huff in frustration. 

 Crossing your arms, you look back at Armando, who is just now exiting the bathroom, towel still wrapped low on his hips, bringing out his v-line. Shaking your head you look away asking him what he did with your baby. "Promise me you want get mad, princess.” he said scratching the back of his head with a hesitant expression. 

Eyes twitching you reply, "The fuck you do with my baby." Before you could drill in on him, he walks over and grabs your hands attempting to calm you down. "He's okay, he started meowing loud, so I assumed he was hungry." Relaxing a bit, you remove your hands from his and make your way towards the kitchen anxiously. 

“For your sake, he better be fine!” you said, walking to his bowl, but stopping at the sight before you, mouth dropping open. "He's fine,Y/N all I did was give it a little foo-” pausing mid-sentence, Armando lets out a surprise laugh, at the sight before him. 

Your poor baby peaked up at you two, little face saturated, in what looked like milk or tuna. Watching as he returns back to eating his food, Armando says, "See princess, I told you he was okay.” 

Turning to give Armando a glare, you point down at your baby, "Does he look okay to you!" As if on cue, Midnight lays down beside his bowl, looking as high as a kite, little belly full to compacity. Bursting out in laughter, all Armando could do was smile at the scene before him. 

 "Since you think it’s so Goddamn funny, you clean it up!” you say smacking his arm, while making your way back to the room to get dressed. Hearing him laugh louder only caused you to smack your lips, in disbelief. 

With Armando in the kitchen cleaning up the mess he caused, you began to moisturize your body, knowing that you'll become ashy without it. Throwing on the clothes you set out, you make your way over to the restroom, to pick up, y'all discarded clothes. 

After putting the clothes in a dirty hamper, you looked around in the small shelf above it, in search of your birth control. "I need to make sure, I don’t bring, no baby into this messy situation." you mumble to yourself. Spotting the box, you examined it to make sure, the pills haven’t expired. 

 Shrugging when you see that it’s only, a few weeks passed the expiration date, you take one, mentally making a note to by a fresh box. Exiting the bathroom you see, Armando chilling on your bed, with your now clean baby, who looked like it was in a food coma. Chuckling to yourself, as you walked over to your dresser, you say, "Remind me to never leave you, in charge of my baby ever again.” 

As you pulled out clothes for Armando he laughs,” Yeah, I think that would be smart to do,”he said grabbing the shirt and sweats you set on the bed. Slipping on the clothes you gave him, he asked, "Hey, where did you put those pair of pants, I had on?" Raising your eyebrows, you point to the restroom saying, it in the dirty hamper. As Armando walks over to the bathroom, you head to the living room in search of your phone. 

After finding it, your eyes widen by all the messages popping up on the screen, some from Kelly and Dorn, but majority are from your father. Looking at the most recent text your dad sent, you gasped covering your mouth. 

Y/N, BABY PLEASE DON’T GIVE ME NO LOWREY GRANDBABIES, I DON’T THINK I CAN SURVIVE THREE OF THEM!!!!!   

Sent at 8:15 pm from Candy Killer 🍭🍴🍭

*Buzz*

GIRL, DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO NOT GET INVOLVE WITH HIM!    

Has it been that long since Rafe!?! 

Sent at 8:16pm from Sleeping Beauty 👸🏻👸🏻👸🏻

*Buzz*

Scratch what I said earlier this is the fastest I EVER seen you, give in for some dick.........I���m taking you to my therapist immediately!!!!!!!!!!!!   

Sent at 8:18pm from Prince Charming🫅🏼🫅🏼🫅🏼

Turning your phone off of silent mode,you watch as a text pop up from Mike, almost making you drop your phone. 

*Ding*

BRING YALL NASTY ASSSESS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!  

Sent at 8:20 pm from Money Mike 💸💸💸💸

Quickly making your way back to the room, you grabbed your duffel bag and picked up your baby while, yelling for Armando. 

Hearing the small commotion Armando walks back into your bedroom, picture from earlier placed in his pocket as he looked at your nervous expression. "What's going on? "He says lost by your sudden urgency to leave.  

Not saying anything you just passed Armando your phone, while making your way to the door, trailing behind you he stares at the phone with amusement as he reads some of the messages popping up. “This is what got you all frantic, Y/N and What’s up with these contact names?” he said smirking as he sees you turn around with a bewilder look.  

"The Caller Id names should be the least of your worries.You haven’t been around my father long enough to see him, freak out. One time he thought Mike was sleeping with my mom during a case, where they had to switch identities and he flipped the fuck out.... Climbing all on the house and shit......peeking through windows......and breaking the pool we had at the time.”

 Pausing at the door to catch your breath you give Armando a serious look, "I know you probably seen some crazy things, since you used to be in the Cartel but seeing the Marcus Burnett freak the fuck out is a whole level of craziness......especially when he finds out that you had sex with his daughter.”

Grabbing your keys, you make your way to the elevator lowkey scared of what’s to come, closing and locking your door Armando follows after you, eyebrows screwed in thought. 

“Hey, it takes two to tango, princess and plus like you said I’ve seen and done some crazy shit in my life so far. I think I can handle your dad throwing a tantrum about his precious little girl” he said sarcastically. 

“Okay, I tried to warn you." shrugging you enter the elevator pressing the floor level button. Following behind you Armando enters as well back leaning against the elevator wall, in thought. 

“He’s not gonna freak out that bad, is he?” he said becoming concern from your earlier response. 

Getting no reply from you, had his mind racing, with worry and anxiety.  

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After sending you another text of disappoint, Kelly throws a look to Dorn who seems to be doing the same things, but with a childish smirk. 

Right before she could walk over to scold him, for whatever dumb thing he sent you, she is grabbed by Marcus, who is still freaking out. 

Holding Kelly captive Marcus continue to sputter nonsense, which only left Kelly more discombobulated. Viewing the scene before him made Mike irritated and annoyed at his partner behavior.  

Fed up he walks over breaking the hold he had on Kelly, (which she greatly appreciates), pointing at Marcus, Mike says "Enough with the Bullshit!” 

“NO! Mike, you don’t understand...Y/N...my baby girl.... has actually gotten with a ‘Bad boy’ and the worst part is he’s your son. It’s Deja vu,all over again, first my little sister, now this......WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT LOWREY BLOOD! " Marcus says crying against Mike arm becoming hysterical. 

Rolling his already stressed filled eyes, all Mike does is pat his back, while saying with a smirk, "Most be some good shit since, you Burnetts can’t keep away from us.” 

Pulling away from Mikes embrace Marcus glares at him, "The fuck is that supposed to mean, “pausing Marcus throws his hands up in surrender, "You know what Mike don’t answer it.... I need to pray these evil spirits away.” 

“You know what Marcus,go do that, I'll be outside, creating a plan to get my wife back. Who should be my priority right now, not your whining ass!" tired of dealing with his tantrum Mike walks back outside, with Dorn and Kelly quickly leaving with him as well. 

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Pulling up beside the AMMO van, you sigh as you put the car in park, nerves starting to get the best of you. Eyes peering over to Armando, you see him staring through the window in thought, probably thinking about what’s to come. 

Reaching across the console you grab his hand giving it a soft squeeze, "Penny for your thoughts?" Hearing him release a chuckle, he looks up at you smiling slightly, "Don't play you already know, what I’m thinking about baby," pausing he looks at you with unease before saying, "Is your dad really gonna wig out over this?” 

Watching his face turn into unease almost made you laugh, but you kept it in, "In all honestly, yes......but he’s probably going to go off on me, more than you." Seeing him visibly relax at your words made, you laugh, as you turned the car off. 

Getting out the car you said, "Just in case though, I would probably hide behind me or your dad!" Leaving from the car as well Armando face screws up, in confusion, "But you just said he’ll attack you more than me!” 

Shaking your head you smile widely, "I did but if you haven’t noticed by now, he likes to go after the biggest opponent!” Pausing to pick up Midnight and your duffel bag, you look up to see that Armando has moved to your side of the car, hand grabbing the bag from you, swinging it over his right shoulder. 

“And in this moment, it's you.” you say making your way over to the others who are talking on the dock. Armando stood there thinking about what you just said, but snapping out of it when you start walking away. Following behind you Armandos face falls back to its usual nonchalant look, as you walk up to the group. 

Dorn is the first to see you guys approaching, but before he could say anything Mike cuts in "Glad to see y’all horny assess made it back!" eyes run over y’all bodies picking up, on the change of clothes, but once he looks at your neck, he shakes his head in disbelief.  

“I could care less if you guys fool around but y’all couldn’t wait until after we rescued my wife.......MATTER FACT.......HELL YOU JUST MET TODAY!!!!” All you could do was nod your head in shame, while listening to Mike rant, although you don’t regret what you did, you could’ve chosen a different time. 

As you open your mouth to apologize, Mike silence you with a look, "I don’t want to hear a half as apology Y/N, all I want from you right now is to go deal with your dramatic ass Daddy.......he been giving me a headache since y'all left.” 

Biting your lip so you wouldn’t laugh, you send Armando a small smile, as you make your way towards the house. Brown eyes following your retreating figure, he hears his father clearing his throat, causing him to looking back at the group.

He notices everyone staring him down with they’re arms crossed, even Lockwood traitorous ass, was looking at him sideways. 

Sensing his son getting annoyed by the different looks he was receiving , Mike pulls Armando aside to have a little ‘talk' with him.

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Walking into the house you see your father sitting on the couch, with his eyes closed. Confused you close the door silently behind you, while cautiously making your way towards him. Opening his eyes Marcus, stares you down as you sit there in silence, obviously waiting for him to say something. 

“Y/N.” your father says calmly while watching you hold Midnight against your chest.

Observing him as his gaze shift up to your heavily marked neck, you hesitantly whisper yes, waiting for your fathers response. "Did you at least use protection?” he says eyes still staring hard at your neck, biting your lip, you shake your head no, shifting slightly as you wait for his reaction anxiously. 

Nodding his head, he places his hands together eyes no longer gazing at your neck angrily, as he bounces his right leg against the floor. 

“I took a birth control pill tho,so you don’t have to worry about no LOWREY grandbabies." you said letting out a laugh, but clearing your throat instead when he gives you a blank look.”Y/N....you my youngest daughter and I love you......but do you truly believe......and I mean......TRULY believe.... that a damn pill stands a chance against LOWREY DNA!!!” 

Shocked by his words you say, "What?” 

Shaking his head in disappointment he says, "I don’t know who ass to beat....... yours or the future father of my unborn grandchild!”  

Tired of your father antics, you smack his arm to get his attention, "The ONLY grandbaby you getting from me, is right hear against my chest...stop worrying yourself to death. And last I checked Daddy I'm a grown woman,you can’t go around whooping my ass,when I do something, you disagree with.” 

Snapping his head up to you he stands up, pointing down at your stomach, "That baby just saved your life cuz who the hell you think you talking to like that,Y/N!” 

Rolling your eyes in frustration, you sat Midnight down as you stand up and yell, "For the last time I’m NOT PREGNANT WITH A LOWREY BABY and I’m talking to you!” 

Watching your father head look around the room, before pointing at himself he says, "That disrespect most come from your momma side of the family,cuz I’ll be DAMN,if I sit here and tolerate it. Fine your ass not pregnant, I'll take your word for it but the minute and I mean the second I start dreaming about some Damn FISH! I’m whooping somebodies ASS!” 

Laughing at your father foolishness, you say, "Okay, fine I fucked up tonight but can’t you discipline me another time, Christine needs are help right now, and Mike needs his partner, not a concerned father.” 

Giving your father a smile, you watch as he stares at you in thought, before rolling his eyes, "Yeah, we can drop it for now......besides I already forgiven you.” Pausing you analyze his body language, knowing that he usually doesn’t just forgive people so easily,especially when it comes to a situation like this. 

Widening your eyes, you make your way over to your purse that you left there, mouth dropping once you couldn’t find what you were looking for, eyes tearing up, you return your gaze to his not so regretful ones, 

"YOU ATE MY SKITTLES!” 

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Authors Note:Sorry it took so long to post part 6,I’ve been receiving a few message about the Spanish translations for Armando’s dialogue,in previous chapters.And Y’all Google did me Dirty,but the problem is fixed now😭😭😭,thank y’all for letting me know.I’ll stick to writing his parts in English for now on😂.

I ain’t gonna lie y’all this chapter is more like an appetizer instead of a meal.Stay tuned for part 7,tho💖💖💖

⬇️Also,this how our baby,was looking in that Kitchen😭and RIP SKITTLES you didn’t stand a chance😔😔😔

[impalanna]

Title: Foggy Windows Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, swearing, p in v, smut, dirty talk, SO MUCH SMUT, name calling, rough sex, Dean using you Summary: You and Dean go on a hunt together. You two don't even get to the location where the hunt is without having to pull over and, you know. Authors' notes: For @shadysoulangel :) This is based off of an imagine that I did (click here to access) I hope you guys enjoy! ;) Word Count: 2,837k

Dean rubbed his eyes, not ready to go out on this hunt but wanting to get out of the bunker for a little while. He was pent up, in every since of the word. You were asleep beside him, which made him look down at you and smile. He loved waking up before you did. It meant he could look at how peaceful you are, curled up beside him. He adored you.

You always knew when eyes were on you, even when you were sleeping. It always woke you up when someone was watching you. You stirred awake, meeting Dean's eyes. "You watching me sleep, perv?" You giggled at him, getting on your knees to lean up and kiss him gently. "What? You gonna watch me shower, too?" You asked him in the sexiest tone you could muster up.

"Damn right I might, sweetheart." He smirked at you, eyeing you in his old T-shirt and your underwear. He is so goddamn hot. You thought to yourself as you went into the bathroom and closed the door, taking off your clothes.

You slipped into the shower and began washing your body, the thoughts of how tense Dean seemed when he was hunting taking over your mind. You wanted to get him to relax, to breathe for just a minute, but he isn't going to listen to you if you ask him to take care of himself. So you had an idea. You would take care of him, in the only way he'd let you.

You knew it was summer and it was hot, so you could get away with wearing your shortest shorts without making it seem like you were trying to get his attention. You smiled to yourself as you moisturized and then went to your closet to pick out your top. You knew just the one. It was black, which was Dean's favorite color on you, with a low cut neck and it was cropped. Perfect for staying comfy and perfect for getting him to focus on how bad he knows he wants you.

You walk out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen where Sam and Dean were eating their cereal and drinking their coffee. He saw you, and choked on his corn flakes. Sam gave him a confused puppy dog head tilt and then turned around to see you, then rolled his eyes. "Can you guys get a room?"

You smirked to yourself as you went to the cabinet to get a cup. There were cups already out, but you loved how cute they looked turned upside down beside the coffee maker so you never messed with them.

"Morning." Sam said in a yawn, his head in a daze due to the lack of sleep. "No breakfast?"

"You know I never eat breakfast, Sam." You said in a happy tone. You were telling the full truth when you said that.

"Oh yeah… guess I forgot." He said slowly again, watching you make your coffee to your liking. "Hey, we've got a hunt but I'm going to see a friend, you think we can take it on with Dean? It's about a day's drive from here."

"Sure, that's fine." You smiled at Sam, "Who's your friend?"

"Uh, no one, just, uh -"

"He's gonna go get laid." Dean cut him off. Sam shot a look to Dean that would kill if it could. "What? She's no prude." Dean said in defense of himself.

"Oh hell yeah, Sam! You go! We'll take this hunt, we need some time alone anyways." You looked at Dean and said, "let me go grab some stuff to take on the road." And left the two brothers with their thoughts.

"Mhm, yeah sure, princess." Dean didn't think you could hear him but you did, and goddamn did it put fire in your veins to hear it.

Damn you loved it when he called you princess. He knew that, too.

You hopped into Baby as you took your bag off your back. You knew exactly how you were going to get him to break for you. He was going to fuck you like he hasn't fucked in years.

Dean gets into the Impala, his eyes trailing your whole body as he sits down. He was primarily focused on your chest. You were playing on your phone but you knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew what you were doing, too.

"So what kinda music are we listenin' to?" Dean asked about a minute into the drive. His voice was, if you had to put it in a word, dark. You didn't say anything but you pulled out a tape he made you a few years ago. He labeled it "foggy Windows" because when you guys would have sex in the Impala, the glass would fog up.

He smirked at this. "What are you tryin' to do, sweetheart?"

You didn't say anything again as you slid the tape into the player and let it play. You smirked as "She brings me love" came on. You leaned close to Dean, facing him with a huge ass smile on your face.

"You need it, sweetheart? You baitin' me?" His voice was low as he slid his right hand up your leg. "I wouldn't be mad."

"And what if I am?" You asked with a smirk. "Maybe I'm just that horny for you."

The tires squealed as he came to a hard stop. "Say it again. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you." His voice was shaky as he spoke, his eyes wondering from your lips to your chest.

"Dean I need it so bad, baby. I need you to fuck me." Your face was going red under your makeup, as it did you thanked yourself for putting it on this morning.

Dean pulls Baby into the closest empty parking lot.

"Good girl. You're so good for me, doing what I tell you to do." He smirks and shuts the engine off. You could tell how hard he was just by looking at him. His cheeks flushed, his jeans a little too tight, and he had an adorable smirk on his face.

"I can be even better." You said slowly. You had no idea where your confidence was coming from but you were just glad it was there for you when you needed it.

"Get in the back." Dean demanded you, "Don't open the door to get back there. I want you to climb over my seat. Just don't damage my headliner." He said sternly.

"Yes, sir." You said as you climbed over his seat, making sure you purposefully put your ass in his face as you did so, which made Dean slap your ass as hard as he could. "Good girl."

"You're so good for me, princess." You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Dean opened the door and climbed on top of you, closing the door behind him. He immediately looks down at your chest. "Goddamn, baby, I know why you wore this shirt." He said, grinding against your leg.

You smirk and bite your lip, "Yeah? You like it, daddy?" You ask as you squeeze your boobs between your arms, making them almost pop out of your shirt.

"Fuck, (y/n), you have no idea." He says as he starts kneeling them through your shirt. " I've been wanting this for a while." He says, leaning down to suck on your neck.

You gasp at the feeling of him all over you like this. 'Since I've been loving you' by Led Zeppelin starts playing in the background, making you moan. You knew that when this song was playing, Dean was going to fuck you good. it wasn't because you two were "together" or whatever. He really did love you, with everything he had. He told you one time on a hunt, a hunt that almost killed you. And he knew damn well that you loved him with everything you have too.

"Dean, please, baby. I need it so bad. Need to bounce on you." You wanted to ride him so badly.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart, You want to bounce on my cock, baby? You want to make me cum for you?" He moaned in your ear, damn near panting because of how bad he needed you.

"Yes, Dean, please." You beg him, hoping he'd give into you. But he didn't.

"Sweetheart, you know I love to please you, right?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yeah baby I do, why?"

"Because I'm not going to give into you. I need to let off some steam. I need to have you the way I want you right now. I need you to be a good little slut for me." He was so fucking needy, and fuck, it turned you on.

You couldn't say anything to this, but you nodded your head. At this he slid off your shorts and threw them into the front seat.

"Baby, no underwear?" He asked, it coming out as a praise rather than a question.

"Yeah baby, all for you." You couldn't help but sound desperate. You needed him, bad.

"God, you're such a good little slut for me." He growls into your ear, his hands roaming around your body until he meets your clit.

"Fuck, fuck yeah Dean I'm your slut." You moan as he rubs circles on your clit, almost pushing you off the edge.

"You're so wet for me too baby, must really want me." He grunts as he sucks on your neck, close to your earlobe.

Dean couldn't hold back anymore. He was so hard his jeans were hurting him. He slides his jeans off and pulls his shirt over his head and he strokes his cock a few times while looking down at you. "So fuckin' gorgeous, (y/n)." He moans as he strokes himself, precum leaking from his tip.

Dean positions himself at your entrance. He looks up at you, and you know how good he's about to fuck you. He slams into you, and you pull him down onto you. Your name falling off his lips like sin. "(y/n), you're so fuckin' tight for me, baby. Feels so damn good."

You loved it when he'd talk to you like this. It would send you over the edge. You dug your nails into the skin on his back as he slammed into you, not giving you any time at all to adjust to his huge size. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let him rail you, moaning into his ear, "you fuck me so good, this pussy is all yours, Dean."

"I know she is." Dean said, as skin was hitting skin, the sounds of this filling up the Impala. The windows fogging even though it's a billion degrees outside, which Dean was a saint to leave the ac on because of this.

The way he would refer to your pussy as "she" instead of you, always made you feel, weird, but good. You loved it when he said this. Part of you thought it was because you liked the way he didn't look at you as just a sex outlet. Yeah he loved your sex but he loved so much more about you and valued so much more of you than that. And even after all these years, after all the sex you guys have had, you're still amazed that he thought this way.

You clenched around him when he said this to you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he rode you out. "You better wait and come for me, sweetheart. I'll tell you when you can come." He purrs into your ear,

"Yes, sir." You moan in response. He slows down and gets off of you, changing things up and doing exactly what he's been fantasizing about doing to you.

Get on your stomach, baby." He demands, but there was always a tinge of gentleness in his voice when he took control like this; unless he was mad at you.

You nodded and got on your stomach.

"Good girl. Now bring your knees to your chest, princess." This was hard but it wasn't the first time he's made you do this. "Yes, daddy." You responded.

"Good fucking girl. Now, arch that back for me and spread those sexy ass legs." He moans. "Oh and put your hands behind your back so I can hold onto them." He smirks.

"You do as your told, after bringing your legs to your chest you arched your back and spread your legs. Dean puts a thumb into your asshole and starts to pound into you again, not letting you adjust this time either.

"Ohhh fuck, such a good slut. You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you princess?" He asks breathlessly, his thumb in your ass making your head spin. "You like it when I fill you up like this? Both your holes filled up by me, (y/n)?" He was so fucking close and it was obvious.

"Yes, daddy I LOVE it when you fill me up like this. You fuck this tight little pussy so good, I'm your little slut." You are screaming at this point, his cock slamming into you so hard you almost forgot where you were. The only thing that was on your mind right now was Dean.

Dean pulled out quickly and sat down on the leather seats, looking at you and panting. You looked so disappointed it was adorable. "Did you cum?" You asked, hoping he didn't yet. You liked to ride him when he and you both came, and he knew this.

"Bounce on me. Get your fine ass over here and ride daddy's cock, you slut." Dean demanded, his eyes dark with lust.

You didn't hesitate. You took your shirt off that you've been wearing this whole time and you hopped on him, sinking down on him. "Fuck yeah, so tight for me and I've been using you for over an hour now, baby. Your pussy is perfect." You smirked at this and started riding him, rolling your hips and moaning his name.

"You're perfect, sweetheart, All of you is perfect. Every last inch of you, (y/n)." He moaned as you rolled your hips faster. You took your bra off and threw it in the front seat. You then grabbed the top of the bench seat behind Dean and started to bounce on him, your tits making a slapping sound on your skin every time they'd come back down to reunite with the soft skin under them.

Dean was losing his mind. Your body moving like this on him, how tight you are, the sounds you were making, the way you looked riding him, he was lost in you. He was in a daze. You leaned forward to kiss him gently. You were so close and he was too. He grabbed your ass and started fucking up into you. "You like that, sweet girl? You like it when I grab your ass like this and pound you?" He moaned into your ear as he took control yet again.

"Yes daddy I do, please fuck me harder, I'm gonna cum." You moaned loudly as he pounded you relentlessly.

"So fuckin' good for me, slut. You better come for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock, (y/n). I wanna feel you squeeze me." He demands behind clenched teeth.

You didn't hold back, you let out moan after moan, begging him to fill you up, telling him his cock made you feel like a perfect little slut. “Mmmmmm, Dean you fuck me so good.” You moan as you’re looking at him, his eyes locked on yours and a sexy fucking smirk playing on his face.

Dean pulled you off him and threw you onto the seat. He was careful to make sure your head wasn’t going to hit anything before he threw you. He quickly got between your legs. "Wanna watch your tits bounce like this while I fuck you, sweetheart." His movements were powerful and sloppy. He was moaning your name, pinching your nipples, and fucking you; hard. Harder than he ever has.

You scream his name, holding onto the edge of the seat for support. You are bouncing and moaning, your breasts moving all over the place as his cock pounds into your dripping wet cunt.

"So pretty like this baby." He moans and grabs your neck gently. He moans your name, "Fuck I'm gonna cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fill up your perfect little pussy." He grunts loudly, his grip on your neck tighter now. He cums deep inside of you, his dick all the way into you, reaching your g-spot. "Ohhhh yeah baby, fuck yeah that's good, Fuck I'm cumin'" He moans as he spills deep inside of you, his thrusts slowing down as he empties himself.

"I love you, baby." You say breathlessly.

Dean leans down and kisses you, soft and slow. "And I can't live without you, baby." He says, panting.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

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Shane Walsh x female reader

Tags/warnings: dirty, sweaty, horny, Shane sex cos that's what I want.

Shane can't help chuckling at your stormy expression and demeanour as you pound an angered path towards the garage store where he's working.

“What's grinding your gears this time darlin’?” He asks, but you only shoot him a fierce scowl in answer.

“Aw nah, you been fightin’ with Rick again?” he guesses. You always had something to say about him almost every other day.

You clench your teeth before answering. “He won't let me lead a group to go check out that boarded up farm we passed a week or so ago. I know there must be some good stuff in there, maybe even fuel and tools!” You kick at the door frame in annoyance. “He says he doesn't think it's worth it, that it's too dangerous and that the others wouldn't listen to me or respect my authority on a trip out there anyway. Fuck him!”

Shane watches you winding yourself up in a rage, your fists bunching till your knuckles are showing through your skin.

“He thinks I'm green but I've got skills! I can help! Why does he have to be such a knowitall asshole lording it over all the rest of us? It ain't fair.”

He catches your wrist before you start punching the wall. “Hey, hey now. You gonna calm down before you break somethin’, like your goddamn fingers?”

You scrunch up your face in annoyance. “Depends. You gonna take his side and tell me I'm just a little girl who should shut up cos she doesn't know anything?”

He looks you straight in the eyes. “Nah, I know you're capable. You just gotta give Rick some time to trust you with it, that's all. Hell, I know he's a grouchy sonofabitch but the system's worked alright so far, huh?”

You growl in defeat.

He's got a point you guess, but it still rubs you up the wrong way how Rick seems to see you as nothing more than a nagging pain in his ass. “Would you follow orders from me, Shane?” you challenge.

He gives you that signature self-assured cocky smile of his. “You bet. I trust your judgement, sweetheart.”

You scoff, actually semi surprised by his seemingly honest response.

“Yeah, sure you would. Whatever.”

You watch him in silence as he moves crates of supplies, some full up with cans and other heavy items, stacking them up against the wall. His vest is damp with sweat, beads of moisture roll down his neck to his broad, glistening chest and you can't help licking your lips.

“Doesn't help that it's so fucking hot today,” you muse, tugging your own shirt away from your sticky skin. Then you settle on an idea.

“I'm going down to the lake. Come with me.”

Shane pauses, glances up. “I gotta finish up this shit…”

You plant your hands on your hips. “Come with me. That's an order, Shane.” You smirk and he catches on, putting the crate down and straightening up.

“S’that so?” He responds with an interested look and you nod.

“Y’said you'd follow my lead, so follow.” you quip, walking out into the blazing heat of the yard towards the gate.

“Might be walkers down there.” He says, grabbing his pistol and knife from the shelf and tucking them into the back of his pants.

You wave your hand carelessly back in his direction as you keep walking. You've got your own weapon on you. “I'm capable, remember?”

Shane rolls his eyes as he catches you up. He's not sure what he's letting himself in for but it's not a good idea to let you go off alone, especially if he expects you've got something to prove.

The lake was a godsend. A welcome actual oasis in this rabid and lethal world that you'd all found yourselves trying to survive. A perk of living in the camp and bearing Rick's questionable leadership. It was small, a now undammed creek running in to fill an old quarry, but it was fairly safe and utterly perfect for dip on a day like this.

The side you came in on had a grassy bank and a large tree growing near, giving some much needed shade before the ground turned to gravel and slate near the water. You scoped out the rim and the shimmering, inviting water for any signs of walkers and once satisfied it was clear, you turned to Shane, planting your palm firmly on his damp chest.

“You, stay.” You command, gesturing at him to sit down.

“What the hell? How come I don't get to cool off?” He complains as he reluctantly sits on the baking hot grass. You cross your arms at the hem of your shirt and tug it up over your head.

“You said you'd follow my orders, didn't you? Don't you trust me?” You grin, slinging your top over a low branch of the tree and then starting to unbutton your pants.

Shane watches unashamedly as you undress in front of him. You had brought him here after all, wanted him here for whatever reason, and he sure as hell wasn't about to complain about the current view he's got. His gaze roams over the curves of your near-naked body as you strip to your well-worn underwear. He's never seen this much of you before, and he likes it.

You make your way to the water's edge, shrieking and then humming with relief as the sudden cold hits your heated skin.

“So what the hell am I s’posed to do? It's as hot as all hell, even in the shade!” Shane calls out.

“Watch for walkers, idiot!” You yell back with a laugh, and wade in deeper into the lake until you can swim. It was such a treat to have this space relatively close to the camp, but it wasn't the only thing you had in mind…

Shane watches you enjoying yourself as he sweats under the tree. You had your own watchful eye on him, near salivating as he eventually pulled his vest off to reveal the rest of that deliciously toned torso.

When you're done you walk slowly out of the lake, shaking off your hair and stalking towards where Shane was lying on the bank. He pushes himself up on his hands, surprised as you straddle his hips, grunting as cool droplets of water fall from your body onto his.

“What are ya doin’?” He asks as you push him back down to lie flat on his back.

“Cooling you off.” You reply matter of factly as you rock your hips down on his crotch, feeling his cock beginning to harden rapidly through your wet panties.

“Yeah?” His voice is husky, his hands finally landing at your waist as you lean in close, grinding yourself against his cock again, feeling him twitch.

“When I first came here, Rick told me to stay away from you, y'know? Said you were dangerous…”

“Fuck…” Shane curses, his fingers gripping at your damp skin and eyes flicking between the sight of your hardened nipples poking through your bra and your wiggling hips on his. “You doin’ this to get back at him or somethin’?” He asks with a slight strain in his voice.

“No...”

Your own fingers start to explore and trail over his chest, scratching briefly at his nipples and on down those washboard abs to hook under the waistband of his pants. You can't help yourself, leaning down, your tongue sliding out between your lips to lick up the layer of sweat from between his pecs. You close your eyes as the satisfying taste of his salty musk hits your taste buds and both you and Shane moan. You lick and kiss your way up to the side of his neck and nip at his earlobe, purring out your desire.

“I just wanted you to fuck me.”

His eyes gleam a dark amber in the sun as he looks up at you. “Yeah? Is that an order too?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You teased the question but he wastes no time, scrabbling quickly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his thick cock out of his underwear as you shimmy out of your panties. You'd need to be fast, this was all the foreplay you needed. You couldn't risk any of the others from the camp wandering down here and finding you both.

He was just as big as you had imagined. You weren't at all surprised with the way he would nearly always stride dick first through the camp. When you could, you'd sometimes pass any quiet moments watching him work, whether it was swinging an axe to cut firewood, or patrolling up on the wall. Even if he could be smarmy and bullish he was prime eye candy for sure, and you wanted a taste.

“God… damn.” Shane hisses as you sink down on him, your bodies now as one, feeling your tight, wet heat gripping around his throbbing length. Air leaves your lungs in a gasp as you start to move up and down, and Shane moves his hips upwards in quick, powerful thrusts to meet yours. “Shit… god-fucking-damn!”

“Fuck, Walsh!” You moan as he's stimulating the deepest parts of you, his hands firm on your hips, fingers pressing in harder..

“S'at good?” He grits out, captivated by the feel and look of you moving above him with abandon.

“So good-” you whine. He shifts forward, ducking his head to mouth at the softness of your breasts spilling over your bralet.

“Oh you like that, huh?” he snarls, “yeah, jus’ like that?” He leans back again so he can pound into you even harder, gritting his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck to pool at his collarbones with the effort. He snatches the cups of your bra down, letting your tits bounce around, squeezing them hard before he drops one hand down to where your bodies meet, his thumb desperately rubbing sloppy circles over your slick, swollen pearl.

The dry grass presses into your knees as you fuck, your pussy starting to flutter as the tightness at the core of you builds so quickly. You haven't had any form of intimacy for so long that everything you're feeling now is intense, sharp, and needed.

“Don't you dare stop!” You threaten, riding his cock even faster as you near your edge.

Shane is panting, hips bucking wildly.

“Shit-shit-shit baby I'm gonna cum, aw fuck I'm gonna-”

You lift up off of him and rapidly switch to frantically rubbing your pussy and clit along the length of his cock, seconds later his mouth is forming a silent ‘o’ and his pulsing dick is shooting stripes of creamy white over his stomach and chest between you as you topple over with him. Shane hooks his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down and smashing your hot mouths together as you both shudder through your orgasms with a deep shared moan.

You push off of him, laying on your back to his side, both of you panting ragged breaths with the heat and exertion.

“Fuck… oh christ.”

Your satisfied hum turns to laughter when you hear Shane's curses yet again.

“So, do you like a woman that knows what she wants an’ orders you around, Walsh?”

He grumbles, gingerly sitting up and wincing at the sweaty, messy state he's in. “Mm, I guess only when it's me that she wants.”

He gets up and strips off his boots and pants, and you watch as he takes his gorgeous ass into the lake to wash, dunking his entire body and scrubbing his hands over his face and closely shaved head. You soon follow and when you're done you put your now-dry clothes back on in a silence only disturbed by birdsong and the sound of the bubbling creek.

“We should get back.” You say redundantly, breaking the sudden tension that had formed.

“Yeah.” Shane agrees, not meeting your eyes.

You awkwardly part ways back at the gate, and when you're on shift up on the wall later that night you can't help wondering if you miscalculated, made a mistake.

“Hey.”

You almost jump out of your skin as Shane sneaks up behind you.

You calm your racing heart as you move the barrel of the gun away from him. “Jesus christ, don't do that, I could have killed you!”

He just smirks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Well now I wasn't lookin' for that.” He drawls, and you soften.

“So what were you looking for?”

"You had any more run-ins with Rick today?"

"Uh... no? Why?" You reply, slightly confused.

He shrugs, eyes flitting between the gun you're holding and you. “Just been wonderin’, if maybe you wanna order me around some more?”

[braxlrose]

things i imagine 2023 bf bill does

cw: oral (f! and m!recieving), fingering, etc

• if you've been together since the 2000s, he's so so so happy that you never judged him for how he looked and that even though his style changed you still stuck with him. he knows that's the bare minimum but he's experienced first hand how some people treat him because of how he looks and he loves that you're not like that

• obviously, yall still go shopping together like in the 2000s and it's tons of fun. he loves it when you two try on studded jackets together and when you pick out cute platform boots for him

• you two once had the greatest birthday sex in the history of birthday sex because you got him the "greatest platforms in the world!!". His words.

• and I mean it ^^, it went on for like 2 hours and by the time you guys were done you were ready to pass out. but he also had some other gifts to open 🤩

• his aftercare was literally amazing in the 2000s, but it's gotten even better with time. if it was super intense sex, he will not let go of you. even if you were subbing, with intense sex both doms and subs need aftercare.

• MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES 🗣🗣🗣 also you better hype of bill for whatever costume he does. like that year he did Ariel. If you didn't hype him up 😒 what are you even doing?

• going out and buying costumes with him for concerts

• he said in a tiktok live once that he does out to restaurants for every meal. breakfast, lunch and dinner. so you two do that basically everyday and you guys always order too much food and end up having left overs

• ‼️BAKING WITH HIM‼️

• you guys know how he loves his cheesecakes so you two make him all the time. and he teaches you how to bake some of his family recipes. but it always ends up with you guys a total mess because you were fooling around.

• also the mf is still a massive tease 💀 like bruh back off for two goddamn seconds

• like while you're kneeding dough he'd come up behind you and press his crotch into your ass and act like he was just grabbing a measuring cup. and the mf would just be smirking his ass off if your face got red

• tiktok lives all the time and you two bake together on those two. and sometimes tom comes in and helps you guys.

• cockwarming on tiktok lives 😍😍😍 (someone has gotta write that because oh em geeeeee I'm squirming and squeezing my thighs just thinking about it)

• he bites in bed. like when he's fingering you he'll bite your boob or literally any squishy part of you. and will get horny the next day if he sees you have bite marks on your body.

• he loves going to the beach with you. and you guys go with Tom and Heidi all the time too.

• now im very pale you guys. i hate tanning, I never want to be tan. It's just not for me, so if you're like that too bill will literally lather you in sonnencreme and bring an umbrella for you to stay under

• now if you're not like me and you like to tan then bill will buy you tanning oil and that mirror thing (I hope yall know what I'm talking about bc idk what its called)

• he gives you head scratches all the time because he always has long nails and it feels so good

• ON THAT NOTE, bill rarely fingers you because of his nails, but on the days he doesn't have any acrylic nails, he'll finger you like no tomorrow. but other than that he sticks to eating you out

• bakes you a cake all by himself for your birthday 🎂 he makes sure to get whatever flavor you like the best. strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, red velvet, whatever you want he'll do it. he decorates it himself and is very proud

• talks about you all the time in interviews and is smiling his ass off every time

• doing skincare together is a must!! you two have so much skin care stuff it's insane. serums, face masks (peel off, paper, clay, etc), lotions, moisturizers, oils, lip masks. literally everything.

• HE LOVES DOING YOUR MAKEUP and he gets so happy when you let him do it

• date nights with him are so much fun because you get to get all dressed up in a sexy outfit and go out to a fancy restaurant. plus the night usually ends in sex

• he loves it when you play with his rings on his fingers

• living room dance parties and karaoke happens all the time and you always end up on the floor laughing your asses off

• he buys Polaroid cameras and takes pictures of you guys all the time. at the mall shopping, on the beach, making sandcastles, you eating, baking together, him dicking you down with his cum all over your chest (who said that⁉️)

• showering together and doing hair masks

• loves pre and post concert head from you 😉

• binge watching TV shows together is something you two do a bunch. he gets all pouty if he found out you watched an episode without him.

• you guys manicures and pedicures all the time and you're always giggling and laughing with eachother the entire time

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @tokiiohot @bluepoptartwithsprinkles @saumspam @5hyslv7

[zombiequeenblog]

The Sadness

A little hurt/comfort with Papa Emeritus IV to cheer me up, and hopefully you as well if you need it!

Mature ~ 1,500 words ~ ao3

Papa Copia x Sister of Sin

A frantic little knock on Papa Copia’s door and then I stood there for a moment, alone in cold bare feet, only to turn to flee within the space of another tightened breath. His sudden words of puzzled greeting caught me only a few steps down the hall and I came right back, as sure as if he’d taken me by the hand.

“I’m sorry, Papa.” I couldn’t explain, but I felt almost hysterical inside.

“Mia cara, what’s the matter?” Papa stood there, just outside his doorframe, frowning down at my feet and clad all cozy in his shabby faded smoking robe, a calming dusty blue; old shredded slippers just barely hanging on to their existence on his own feet. His lined face bare and shiny with moisturizer, salt and pepper hair combed back and still a bit damp. Reading glasses perched low on his nose, with a paperback in his hand. I’d caught him all ready for bed. Well, of course I had, it was fairly late, wasn’t it?

I shouldn’t even be here.

“Nothing, Papa. Goodnight.”

I turned to go for real this time, but then I felt his touch, tentative on my shoulder, and I stopped. Copia turned me right around again to face him.

“Come in, dolcezza.”

I only looked down at his slippers, but I allowed him to lead me inside. Papa shut the door, tossing his book upon a side table there, and at that sound I could feel something breaking inside me; my brain plummeting all the way down to my feet as he turned back to me. I was crying.

“Dolcezza! What has happened? Amore mio…”

The floodgates had opened, and caustic tears were pouring down my face, spurred on by choking sobs I tried in vain to hold back. Copia had been holding me before him by the shoulders, quizzically trying to meet my eyes, but now he pulled me towards him and enveloped me into a tight hug, his hand firm and warm on the back of my head. “What is wrong, tesoro mio bello?” his whispered voice begged of me.

Sniffing in his scent, I rolled my face along his chest, just crying, and crying, and feeling incapable of an answer, too unworthy to even hug him back. I felt the most worthless I had ever felt in a good long while. Copia let me cry.

But I felt that I should at least try to clarify this insanity, if I even could. “Nothing’s wrong, Papa!” I nearly wailed against him, “I just feel so sad.” Another devolution into tears. “So incredibly, utterly, sad. And for literally no reason!”

“Aaahh… eh?” Copia was gently rubbing my back, and he began to sway me back and forth a little where we stood, “Oh, ah… okay.”

The slight tone of bewilderment in his voice made me laugh only a little, right in the midst of all of my senseless crying. With effort, I summoned some steady breaths to explain. “I think my goddamned period is coming.”

I could feel Papa’s body lighten with the clarification. “Aaah, si, dolcezza!” He was brushing my hair off my tear-wet cheeks, and stooped down a little to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “The fucking hormones, yes?”

I nodded against him with an anguished smile. “The fucking hormones.”

My voice was cracking in my swollen throat, and my wet eyes burned. It felt as though my lungs were being squeezed within my chest, and fresh sobs soon spilled out of me anew. “Mia cara, mia cara, let me get you something,” he was saying, leading me over to sit down in one of his antique chairs, right beside the fire. A freezing dread sat solid and heavy within me, filling me up with a meaningless despair I simply couldn’t shake off, though I knew, I knew it absolutely wasn’t rational.

Papa took his glasses off and moved away to rummage in a far corner, murmuring something about tea and chocolate.

“Can I… can I just stay here for a little while, Papa?” Standing up, I undid my habit and let it slip down off my shoulders to the floor, shivering in despair even in front of the warming fire. “I don’t think I’m bleeding yet… we can still… if you want to…” I could feel my face suddenly breaking apart in anguish, and I clapped my hands up to cover it quickly, just sobbing into my hands as I stood there naked in the firelight, as if I would never, could never, ever ever stop.

Almost immediately, I felt something soft and warm placed around my shoulders, and Copia was holding me again, having wrapped me right up in his very own robe.

“Shhh… shhh… let’s save that for another time, amore mio… amore mio… let it out, eh?”

Whispered endearments were being poured upon me from his lips into my hair, as I cried into his silk pyjamas, the scent of his evening shower still wafting off his skin underneath. I felt so incredibly useless, and held so gently in Papa’s care I simply told him so, after I could catch a solid breath. I tried to convey how stupidly wretched my treacherous brain was making me feel, and his head nodded above me.

“It’s idiotic, Papa!” I cried.

“That may be, dolcezza mia,” he agreed, “but there’s no harm in feeling it through, talking it out, eh?”

“Yes, Papa,” I sniffed, nodding myself now.

We swayed together there again, warm by the fire as I listened to it crackle beside us. When I felt my swirling thoughts begin to settle, I let myself name each one.

“I’m not pretty,” I began, and he openly scoffed.

“Not true in the slightest, bellissima,” he stated, squeezing me against him tighter.

“I have horrible handwriting, Papa,” I continued, “when I wrote in Sister’s birthday card last week it looked positively shameful…”

“Imperator hates her birthdays, bella,” Papa cut me off with a chuckle, “She throws her cards away, every single year. I’ve seen it.”

I would have chuckled too, but my throat was stiffening up with the saddest thought of all. “My father never loved me.” My words fell out so hopeless.

“Oh, bella…” Letting me go to cradle my face within his hands, Copia tilted me up to look at him. “My father never loved me either!” He said it with a tragic levity, shrugging his shoulders like we shared something funny between us.

It was funny, and I finally laughed.

Papa bundled me up into his arms again as I laughed as if the act were unfamiliar to me. I laughed and chuckled until I almost began crying once more.

“Come, come, dolcezza mia… veni,” he was saying, “Come to bed with me now.”

He was leading me slowly across the room as he spoke, and I felt so completely exhausted now I would have settled wherever he had put me. “I have some snacks, eh? And I can even make some tea with what I have in here, bella. I, ah, thought I might watch a movie tonight… will you join me?”

“Yes, Papa,” I choked out, so grateful for him, “that sounds completely lovely…”

“Good, mia cara, si…” Copia was rubbing my shoulders as we came to his grand four poster, “now crawl on in… get!” He patted my butt playfully.

Papa’s bed was firm, the sheets already thrown back from when he must have settled down into it earlier. Getting in, I lay back on some soft pillows, pulling the thick blankets up over my shoulder to sink right into the comfort of his refuge. I was still wearing his robe. Everything smelt as he did, warm and aromatic. Just laying there, I watched him putter around a bit in his room, stoking up the fire and checking his kettle in the other corner.

Eventually, Copia went around to the other side of his bed, kicking his slippers off and getting in beside me with a satisfied grunt. To have him so near, in the flesh, was better than anything else in this moment, and I snuggled up against him with a sigh when he put his arm around me, tugging me even closer.

“Have the cramps come yet?” he asked me.

“Not yet, Papa.”

“The bathroom’s got everything you might need later, cara,” he told me, fishing his hand about the blankets for the remote. The little television perched on a trolly at the end of the bed was paused, and I recognized the intro of a Dracula movie, one of Papa’s favourites. “Is this alright, amore mio?”

“It’s just perfect, Papa,” I said, “perfect considering all the blood that’s coming…”

Copia chuckled, and kissed my forehead again, and I shut my eyes, my head on his shoulder, listening contentedly to the doomed piano and foreboding strings of Kilar’s Dracula - the beginning start to fill the room. “The year… 1462…”

I wasn’t sure if I could even stay awake right to the end, but I knew it didn’t matter. Papa had me safe and loved beside him, exactly where I needed to be. The merest fluttering of hope began to awaken deep inside me, underneath all of the unwarranted despair and darkness. I began to believe that perhaps tomorrow might be better, and that I wouldn’t feel so sunken in this awful manner for too long. Papa understood. And I had all the time that I needed to purge this imbalanced sadness before the new and clear morning.

All would be well once again.

[bonesxbows]

Ring of Fire (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Masterlist

You and Cooper are heading to collect a bounty, but it's a lot farther away than you anticipated. He's used to the sun but your pristine and non-irriated skin isn't. Heat stroke is imminent and could end up killing you if Cooper doesn't intervene.

(WARNINGS) - descriptions of heat stroke - descriptions of severe sunburns - descriptions of dehydration

The show reignited my fallout obsession but Cooper's character is so goddamn hard to write in a sorta romantic way since we mostly see him being an ass to everyone after the bombs. I still tried my best so hopefully it comes across okay. I think I also got the hang of his accent the more I wrote for this too

Anyway, I wrote this during a heat wave when I was miserable and needed some comfort lol so if you're reading this I hope it can bring you a little bit of comfort too. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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Whoever said California was a pleasant heat sure as hell hadn’t walked through the desert after a nuclear fallout. Everything burned; the sand, the sun, the air, your legs, your nose. It was unbearable and if it hadn’t been over the promise of a large stack of caps at the end of the road you would have given up a long time ago. 

“If I see one more dried-up lakebed I’m gonna fucking lose it.” You mumbled, rubbing the sand from your eyes again. 

“Quit your complainin’, we’re almost there. An’ I told ya to stop doin’ that.” Cooper swatted at your arms, making you put them back down at your sides again. You scoffed but obeyed his directions. 

“I’m never gonna make it there if I can’t see where the fuck I’m going.” 

“Maybe, but you sure as shit ain’t gonna see nothin’ never again if your eye gets infected. Your body don’ have enough moisture to keep your eyes slick with the way you keep yappin’ your mouth off and wastin’ it.” He retorted back, his face snarled up into his usual scowl. You didn't say anything more for a good long while, not because of his fancy way of telling you to shut up but because talking was starting to become more and more physically taxing on you the farther along you went. There was nothing but more sand, more heat, and more nothingness for as far as you could see across the horizon. Every step added another weight to your head, making it feel like it was stopped up with cotton that weighed a million pounds and banged against the inside of your skull like a war drum. Your body felt like mush and your clothes felt twice as heavy. But you kept going, trudging behind your cowboy, using him as a guide through the pain. 

That is until you started to see three of him. And what was that whinnying sound you kept hearing coming from? Plus you swore there was a herd of something chasing the two of you what with all the stomping hooves you were hearing too, but every time you turned around there was nothing but sand dunes and the outline of destroyed L.A. on the horizon. 

“Wait. I…I think I need to take a break. In the shade preferably.” you stopped and told him after gunfire was added to the list of sounds you were hearing in the distance. One more step and you were sure you were going to end up with a mouth full of sand. 

“We don’ got time for pit stops sweetheart, keep movin’,” he replied back, still keeping his pace forward, not realizing you had stopped completely. Or just not caring. He wouldn’t leave you behind, not for long at least, but he still wasn’t listening. 

“Cooper fucking listen to me this time,” you shouted, hoping to catch his attention. You succeeded, as soon as his real name fell from your lips he made a dead stop in his tracks. “Please,” you added in a softer voice. You hadn’t meant to shout at him but your body was so overwhelmed and you were tired of being ignored. He tilted his face towards the sky and let out the most audible annoyed sigh you had ever heard from him before finally turning around to face you. 

“Alright, I’m sorry for pushin’ ya, just not so loud next time ‘kay? I don’ need the whole goddamn wasteland knowin’ my name.” he said as he walked back towards you. “Well, you’re still standin’ so that’s a good sign. What’s the matter?” you were used to his gruff exterior by now but you were just grateful he was finally taking you seriously. 

“I…I’m not sure? My head hurts so fucking much and I keep hearing things…I think. My skin feels like it's on fire and I-”

“Heat stroke. Goddamnit.” He cut you off, not even listening for you to list any more symptoms out loud. He sounded pissed, but you had learned by now that his angry voice and his overprotective voice were kinda one and the same. 

“...Heat what now?” you asked, but he never quelled your confusion. Instead he focused on scanning your surroundings. There wasn't much, there usually never was anyway, but he must've found something in the distance that would work for what he had planned. 

“Hm, that’ll do,” he said, more so to himself than to you. You weren’t really listening anyway, that whinnying sound was back and it was taking every ounce of energy you had left just to stay standing upright. He turned back to you and said…something, but you couldn't make out any of it. His lips were moving, sure, but all you could hear was muffled static as if you were underwater. Your face must have had a look of confusion plastered on it because it didn’t take long for him to figure out you were unresponsive, the way you just stared at him and blinked also didn’t help. 

He approached you and started to pull the sleeves of your jacket off, peeling the leather from your sticky sweaty skin off entirely. You stood there and let him, you may have been hearing things and had all the energy of a newborn sloth, but you could still recognize Cooper, and you trusted him more than anyone else. If he thought your jacket needed to come off then you trusted he had a good reason for doing so, even if the wind was starting to feel extremely cold on your exposed moist skin. 

He tried to talk to you again but you just continued to stare at him, watching his mouth move but none of the words making it to your ears. He shook his head and threw your jacket over his shoulder, grabbing one of your wrists and looping it over his back as he grabbed you under your arms and started to half drag you forward towards whatever makeshift shelter he had found. You tried to help, tried to get your legs to move with his, but it felt impossible. At some point, your head began to droop and your temple bashed into his shoulder, making you cry out in pain. He stopped to assess the damage, no doubt cursing you for being so clumsy even though you still couldn't hear him. He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead where it had made impact with him before placing his hat on top of your head and continuing onward. The new barrier between the unforgiving sun and your dried-up eyes was a small relief to your unbearable discomfort, one you cherished every second of before your vision went dark for good this time. 

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When you opened your eyes again you were thankfully in the shade this time, your skin still felt like it was on fire but at least the sun wasn't continuously beating on it now. You were sitting on the ground propped up against the side of a half-destroyed barn and you dug your fingertips into the sand, grasping for the cooler sand that usually lay a layer deeper than the surface, an old trick Cooper had taught you. 

The memory of that lesson in your mind had you spring up, frantically trying to find your cowboy again. Your jacket was still missing, and his hat was still on your head, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You wanted to get up, you even tried to, but your limbs felt like jello and you discovered your toes and fingertips were numb. You tried again anyway, kicking at the sand with your feet to find purchase and clawing at the rotting barn boards to pry yourself upwards. 

“Hey, now it took a lotta effort to get you here, don’ tell me you wanna leave already.” You heard his voice and stopped, watching him as he came through one of the broken doorways into the barn, his spurs clicking behind him with every step. 

You blinked, making sure it was really him this time and not something else you were imagining again. But there he was; scorpion belt buckle, cowboy boots, saddle bags and all. He dropped what he was carrying next to the doorway, where you saw your jacket lying on the ground, and then came to sit in front of you, grunting as he knelt down and made himself comfortable. 

“Feelin' better?” he asked. You went to answer but then immediately felt just how dry your throat was. You coughed and tried to lick your lips, but your tongue felt like sandpaper against the already rough skin. You had never experienced a dried-up tongue before and you never wanted to again, it felt like a worm had crawled into your mouth and nested behind your teeth. Cooper was already prepared through and placed a can of water into your hands, already punctured with his knife. 

“Here. Small sips though, ‘kay?” he told you. You nodded, disappointingly understanding him even though you wanted to guzzle the whole can down right then and there. But you did as he told you, taking a slow and small sip, relishing the feeling of the liquid making its way down your throat and easing the pain a little. You tried to lick your lips again, this time succeeding in wetting the crusted-up skin. 

“How bad is it?” you croaked out, vaguely remembering what he had said earlier. Heat stroke, whatever that was, felt like one of the worst things to ever happen to you.

“Well, you’re still alive, despite losin’ consciousness and being fried up like an iguana on a stick from that there sun. I don’ think I’ve ever seen you with such a tan.” he smirked, poking fun at the lack of time you spent outside before meeting him. It wasn’t your fault life was safer inside a city and behind four walls of a shack, but still, it amused him to remind you of your sheltered past every chance he got. You rolled your eyes, grateful that you were at least still alive. 

“Will it scar? Or peel off like your skin did?” you asked, not sure which possibility you hated most. 

“Whaddaya mean?” he tilted his head at your question, confused. 

“You know, the burns.” you showed him your bright red and blistered forearms as emphasis to what you were talking about. You could only assume your face looked just as bad. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at your question, which only agitated you. “I’m being serious here!” you barked. You creased your brow, which you realized immediately was a huge mistake as the tension on the freshly raw skin caused fireworks to explode in your head and flames to shoot across your skin. You winced from the pain and that got him to stop chuckling. 

“Sorry sweetheart, no, neither is gonna happen. You might lose some skin, but not in the way you're thinkin’. It’s just a sunburn, not like you got attacked with a flamethrower. You’ll be fine.” he explained finally. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, although you still weren’t sure what this so-called “sunburn” was and how it was different from a regular burn. But you knew he wouldn’t lie to you, so you believed him. 

“So what now? We still got at least a day’s walk to town.” with your emergent questions out of the way your mind turned right back to business. Caps were on the line and you were itching to claim them, despite the discomfort traveling imposed on you in your current state. He liked that about you, your desire for caps and the willingness to chase after them with him, though he would rather bite a radroach raw than tell you that to your face. 

“Now? Now we stay put for a while, at least til those burns heal up some. Ain’t no bit of leather and an ol’ beat-up hat gonna protect you enough from the sun if we try to continue on. Right now the only thing I need you to worry ‘bout is finishin’ that water that’s still in your hands.” he leaned back against the opposite wall from you, kicking his legs out and propping his head up with his hands. 

“But-” you tried to rebuttal his decision but he cut you off again before you could. 

“Nah uh, don’ even think about arguin’ here. We even try walkin’ and you’ll collapse again ‘fore we even make it a mile. Best to just stay here and try again once you’re not so dehydrated and redder than a tomato. Few days rest won’t hurt nothin’.” 

“Yeah maybe except our profits,” you told him, quicker this time so he couldn’t interrupt you again. 

“I ain’t riskin’ you over a pile of caps. We’ll make due either way,” he said before closing his eyes, marking the conversation officially over by him. You didn't have a reply anyway, it was rare for him to mention how he felt about you aloud, and each time he did you were left speechless. You stared down at the water can in your hands, tracing your finger gently over the raw edges of steel where his knife had cut through it for you. The metal had been bent back inside the can a little, almost as if someone had shoved a finger through the hole and pushed it back, smoothing out the outer edges where your lips had touched the can. Something in you had a suspicion that if you checked Cooper’s glove you would find scratch marks that would match the size of the hole perfectly. 

Your eyes flicked to him. You weren't sure if he was legitimately asleep or not, but his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t moved an inch. He always talked to you more like an old friend rather than a lover, yet you were pretty sure you were the only person he showed any amount of kindness to. Suddenly his hat felt a little heavier on top of your head as you sat there and pondered where your relationship with him stood. 

[teyums]

can i request lo’ak and reader get into a big argument that leads to them not talking for a while but lo’ak gets into an accident during battle and they work things out? im in need of some lo’ak angst 😖

a/n: i literally live for angst wc: 3,124

“Forgive me.”

pairing: lo’ak x fem! na’vi reader

contains: angst but ends with fluff, slight use of language

“Why do you have to be so reckless all the time? Your actions affect other people too, Lo’ak!”

You chased after your mate as he angrily stalked away from you and into your tent, but you were quick to enter after him before he could abandon the conversation.

“Do you ever stop and ask yourself how I feel when you do stuff like this?”

He spun around to face you, hands tossed in the air in aggravation before they went to hold his head.

“I just- God, not everything is about you, Y/n! Every time we fight about this it’s just you, you, you! Why the hell do you care so much, anyway?”

To say that the argument you and Lo’ak had wasn’t pretty would be an understatement. It was downright hideous. The both of you yelling at the other, feeling unheard no matter how much you raised your voices.

You’re frustrated beyond imaginable. It’s like nothing you say ever gets through to him, no matter what approach you take.

You’d sat down with him so many times to let him know you were always there if he wanted to talk. That it was okay to express his emotions, to uproot them and get them off his chest, instead of burying them. And of course, it didn’t work. He’d simply brushed you off, got up from his seat and told you it was no big deal. But if it was bothering him, then to you, it was a big deal.

He’d been making some pretty irresponsible decisions lately, a couple that nearly landed him in the Tsahik’s tent more times than you could count. He’d disappear into the forest, sometimes even after eclipse, without letting anyone know where he was headed.

Anytime he got into it with his father, he’d leave you pacing up and down your shared tent, worried about his safety and praying he hadn’t ran into more trouble. Sometimes you managed to stay up until he returned, and still you’d welcome him with open arms regardless of the fear he’d put you through for hours. And other times he’d be gone for so long that you would accidentally doze off and spend the night alone, just to wake the next morning to Lo’ak still unwilling to have a conversation about what was going on with him.

He was your mate, and he had the nerve to ask you why you cared about him?

The ridiculous question had temporarily addled you, and you stepped back a bit in slight shock as you shook your head at him.

“I- I care because I love you, Lo’ak. And I miss you… it feels like you aren’t even here anymore. I’m only trying to help.”

Your words faded to a murmur and your hand went to rub at your arm. Your face grew hot and you suddenly felt embarrassed, running after him like a lost puppy to tell him something he already knew. The agitated look on his face had you feeling smaller than ever; you felt like a nuisance.

He huffed out what was meant to be a laugh before responding to you, and your brows furled at his careless demeanor.

“Dealing with my dad nagging on me is enough, so maybe if you’d just get off my ass for two goddamned seconds I’d actually want to be around more.”

He didn’t mean it. You knew he didn’t mean it. Hell, he knew he didn’t mean it. It was his father who made him feel this way and he’d simply misdirected his anger at you. He regretted saying such a thing almost as soon as he realized what words his brain had decided to form. But that didn’t stop the tears from breaking through the puddle of moisture that’d already been forming in your eyes, and it sure as hell didn’t stop you from harshly tearing your bicep from his grasp when he grabbed onto it in hopes of taking back what he said.

His shoulders drooped as your cheeks quickly dampened, and he approached you with what would’ve been an apology, if the harsh shove you’d sent against his chest hadn’t caused his voice to catch in his throat.

“Fuck you, Lo’ak.”

It spat like venom from your tongue— some of the last words you’d spoken to him that day had too been ones you didn’t mean. But in the heat of your anger, all your hurt, you didn’t know what else to say.

The truth was, Lo’ak just wasn’t used to people checking up on him the way you would.

It was the same old routine. His dad would yell at him, his mom would give him a silent look of disapproval even if his dad had gone a little too far with the scolding, then he’d run off and hide out for the rest of the day to avoid any further confrontation.

They’d given up on him a long time ago. No one would ask where he went, how long he’d been gone, or even inquire if he was okay after taking such a talking to. That was, until you came along. But for years he’d worked so hard on coaching himself not to care, his tear stained face that’d gone unwiped a constant reminder that he didn’t need anyone but himself.

But you… you’re just so nurturing, so understanding. You’re always worried about him and he doesn’t know how to handle it. It’s the look in your eyes when you stroke his cheek and ask him what’s wrong, it’s like you can see right through the facade everyone else is fooled by. The mask of indifference he puts on is never enough to throw you off his trail or quell your concern.

And it’s scary honestly, how quickly you can have him facing his emotions instead of running from them. He should embrace having someone like you by his side, someone who’s willing to walk through the good and the bad right with him. But Lo’ak was never good at doing what he was supposed to do.

He’d broken through the curtained entrance to your home almost two hours after the argument, stopping dead in his tracks once his eyes had fallen to the sight of you shoving some of your belongings into a sack. The question you’d been dreading came immediately, but you insisted through a tremored voice that you thought staying with your parents for a few days would be best, to give each other space.

And all he did was nod. Because what else could he do? Take back the sentence that’d probably been ringing in your head for hours already? While he did exactly what you two had just argued over, stormed out and disappeared without any information of his whereabouts for who knows how long? You were tired of it, and he wouldn’t be surprised if you were tired of him too.

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Days went by, but to Lo’ak it felt like years without being able to do so much as hold your hand. Getting close to you proved to be impossible, and he wondered how you’d become so much better at avoiding others than he was.

He harbored way too much pride to try and ask his mother for advice, but he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t considering it with how much this was all starting to hurt. Every time your eyes would catch his from across the common grounds, his heart would swell with a gust of hope, only for it to deflate when you’d quickly tear them away, your feet always quick to start off in the opposite direction whenever he’d begin to approach you.

After that, you avoided every place you knew Lo’ak would be, and of course Kiri wouldn’t budge when he asked if she’d seen you around. He’d even gone to your parents’ hut to find you and apologize, just to not make it up the first step when your younger sister had stopped him before he could come any closer to the entrance. With an uncertain look of remorse and her hands behind her back, she insisted that she was instructed to inform him that you didn’t want to see him.

Lo’ak wanted nothing more than to hold you, to comfort you and apologize for everything he’d done and then some. But every failed attempt to reconcile further reminded him of the night you told him you wanted space, and while he tried to respect your wishes, he just couldn’t understand them.

You were usually a stickler for communication, and he wasn’t used to being avoided like this because you were always the one tracking him down. Before this happened, you constantly insisted on talking things out and you were never one to let an argument go on for more than a day, which is why he was left so confused once it reached the second day of silence.

He was too blind to realize why you’d been acting this way until Neteyam reminded him that this is exactly what he’d been doing to you— and that’s when it finally dawned on him. He hated the taste of his own medicine, because being ignored by the one you love is far more bitter than he could’ve ever imagined. The weight of his actions had finally set in, and he’d never felt more like an asshole than he did in that moment.

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Eclipse has long passed and the hut is quiet, painfully quiet. Lo’ak’s heart twinges a little everytime he turns his head to the side, bleary eyes expecting to meet your sleeping form curled up next to him, only for them to mull over the dreaded emptiness that’s occupied your side of the bed for three days now.

Each grueling hour has given him a glimpse of what you’ve been enduring for weeks and he fucking hates it.

He tosses and turns for a bit until he uncomfortably wallows in the realization that he won’t be getting any sleep tonight. The arms that should’ve been holding you close to his chest are stretched outwards, his gaze glued to the ceiling while his mind keeps him awake with endless guilt over what he’d said. How hurt you looked when he’d been dumb enough to make you feel like a burden, all because he couldn’t handle his own emotions. Maybe he’d finally pushed you far enough, far enough to give up on him like everyone else had. And the worst part is, he has no one to blame other than himself, like always.

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You were never one to hold grudges for long, this you knew. But that really became fact once you found yourself whisking through the crowd faster than you thought your feet would ever carry you. Yelling out hasty apologies and ‘excuse me’s to the air, too anxious to reach your destination to actually turn around and direct it towards those you’d bumped into.

You should’ve known something was wrong when you asked around earlier and found out the war party had yet to return; they’d stayed out almost an hour past their estimated arrival back to the village and everyone waited anxiously for an update.

You went back to your hut and tried to remain positive. You told yourself you were worrying over nothing, that everything was fine and maybe things had just taken longer than expected— mostly because you were too afraid to page Lo’ak in fear of pushing him away even more due to your supposed overbearing nature.

But when it was Kiri who’d come to fetch you with slightly widened eyes, no words were needed for you to shoot up to your feet, because her alarmed expression was enough to tell you that something had happened to him.

Everyone’s head snaps to the doorway once you break through the flaps to the infirmary, and even Neytiri stops tending to Neteyam’s wounds for a breath as she looks up at you. Your chest is heaving, your eyes frantic in their search for Lo’ak. She’s well aware of the latest predicament his stubbornness has gotten himself into with you, and it’s hard for her to fathom how her youngest son managed to mate with one of the most caring girls in the village.

“Where is he?” You’re breathless from your sprint but you hadn’t noticed, your mind is racing with a million possibilities that you’re trying to put a stop to.

Mo’at simply nods her head, willing to look past your lack of a respectful greeting for obvious reasons.

“This way, child.”

You follow closely behind her, nervously picking at the skin of your fingers as you spot numerous wounded warriors resting in cots, your heart drops as the intensity of wounds only progress as you continue walking.

Too busy ogling at the severity of injuries, you nearly come face first with Mo’at’s back when her strides suddenly halt. A sheet is pulled back to reveal your wounded mate and you gasp, a hand shooting up to cover your mouth as your eyes widen, but Mo’at is silent and only ushers you in with a hand.

You rush to Lo’ak’s side immediately and carefully kneel next to his body, eyes softening at his unconscious state. Your first instinct is to reach out and touch him, but your hand hesitates once you catch sight of his torso bandaged over, the thick gauze slightly stained with deep crimson. Your head swings up, eyes pleading to Tsahik for answers before your mouth can.

“Though my grandson is injured, he is also very lucky. A demon airship went unspotted, however the blast managed to miss him by a few feet.”

Your lips purse as you try not to imagine the scene in your mind, your gaze sweeping over his wounds one last time before it lands on his face, littered with tiny scrapes and grazes you assume are from shrapnel.

“Oh, Lo’ak…” You murmur, your touch featherlight as you gently caress his temple. You position yourself behind him and carefully slide your hands beneath his head before you lift it, allowing it to rest atop your thighs to make him as comfortable as possible.

Mo’at watches carefully. You and Lo’ak are a mated pair under Eywa, so she was immediately able to feel the dissonance that had brewed between you two the moment you stepped into the infirmary. Though she was more than pleased to see that whatever had occurred proved to be insignificant the moment you saw him.

“His body took quite the beating, so he will be asleep for a while. You are welcome to stay if you please.”

And with that she leaves the both of you alone, though she’s not sure you heard her with how focused you are on making sure the rise and fall of his chest remains steady.

You sat with Lo’ak like that for almost four hours, too restless to close your eyes for more than a few minutes in fear that you’d miss something. A slightly louder exhale through his nostrils would have your lids snapping back open and your gaze darting over his form, only for you to sigh once you’d realize he was still asleep. You’re sure it’s night now, but you haven’t gotten up to check, let alone eat because you can’t bring yourself to leave him.

When your legs finally grew numb to the point your skin felt it was being pricked with needles, you decided to place a cushion under his head instead to give your muscles a break.

And now you’re perched against the wall with your knees to your chest, your chin resting atop them and you don’t know when you dozed off or for how long, but the sound of him groaning has you alert instantly.

Your eyes shoot open and catch sight of him stirring from his sleep against the mat, every speck of drowsiness washed from your body in a split second.

“Oh my- Lo’ak!” You scramble to your hands and knees and crawl your way towards him, ignoring the scrape of wood along your skin. Your heart’s beating a mile a minute, but he finally comes to and you whisper an array of hushed thank yous to the great mother while you carefully wipe the sweat from his temple with a nearby cloth.

In a daze he tries to sit up, but winces at the movement as his injuries instantly make themselves known. He groans in pain and moves to reach for his side as his other arm struggles to prop him up, though it only exacerbates his discomfort.

“No, no,” You’re quick to press a hand to his chest, gently guiding him back down to the mat despite his reluctancy. “You must rest.”

He hastily blinks the mist from his view when he hears your voice, an incredulous look on his pain-strained face the moment his mind is clear enough to recognize your features.

“Y/n? What happened?” His voice is groggy and he’s inclined to take a look around, but his head is pounding and he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. You were last person he expected to see at his side, especially with how he’d been treating you lately.

“There was a blast, and you… You’re hurt, Lo’ak. Eywa, I was so worried, you’ve been asleep for hours.” Reaching down to grab his hand in both of yours, you bring it close to your heart and give him a saddened smile.

His brows bunch together in the middle and he’s almost certain he’s heard you incorrectly. It’s like he can’t believe you’re even touching him, with the way his eyes bounce back and forth from his hand against your chest to the sincere expression you wear.

“You- you’ve been here the whole time?” He asks.

Your head tilts in question, and it’s then made clear to him that what happened a few days ago has flung so far from your focus due to his injured state.

“Yes, of course I have… Why wouldn’t I be?” You blink.

He sighs and looks away, as if he’s contemplating whether he should even bring it up and risk upsetting you all over again. “Our argument, what I said that night I… I thought you hated me.” His voice cracks as he brings his eyes back to yours, and the tears welling in them send a splinter through your heart. “I thought you weren’t gonna come back.”

“Stop it,” You shake your head vehemently, nearly hard enough to give yourself a headache. “Please, do not say such things. I could never hate you, Lo’ak. We both said some things we didn’t mean and I-“

“No, No. Don’t do that.” He’s quick to cut you off and sits up regardless of your immediate warning against it, but he insists, so you brace a hand along his back to help him. He sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth, the effort of moving being more tasking than he expected as he cradles his side with a bandaged arm.

“Don’t do what?”

He exhales and settles with his legs crossed, looking down at your hand, more than grateful that he’s even able to hold it. He glances back up at you when he speaks, though he fails to hold contact for long. He’s too ashamed to even look at you.

“Make excuses for me. The whole thing was my fault and you know it. I’ve been treating you terribly, I made you feel like a bother when you’re exactly the opposite of that, all because I didn’t want to deal with my own shit and I’m… I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” He lets you hold his face in the palms of your hands, and somehow the act of your thumbs brushing his tears away before they can even fall completely only makes his shoulders shudder more.

Your expression is solemn as he repeatedly utters his apology. It’s not often Lo’ak cries in front of you, and you keep telling him that it’s okay but he shakes his head because he knows it’s not, he’s only lucky enough to have a mate so understanding. Because somehow, even after all he’s done you’re still so gentle with him, and he can’t believe he ever made you think he didn’t want this.

“Will you forgive me?” He asks through a stuttered inhale, glossed amber eyes peering into yours with doubt. It comes as a whisper, your response, almost immediate and he feels like he can finally breathe as an unbearable weight lifts from his shoulders.

“I already have.”

His arm snakes around your middle and he’s pulling you into his lap sideways before you can stop him.

“Lo’ak…” You refuse to put all your weight onto him, your hands just ghosting over his shoulders as you gently try to pull yourself off him.

“No, I’m fine. Stay.” His hold on you tightens to the best of his ability when you try to move, though you’re not sure you believe his claim, because he winces again once you shift your weight to sit comfortably.

“I’m going to make your injuries worse.” You sigh.

“This hurts less than not being able to hold you for four days. Trust me.” He chuckles dryly, you can tell it’s lacking in humor and you chew your lip at that.

It’s obvious he’s not going to let you up, so you relax the slightest bit in his hold and use a finger to lift his chin, so your eyes meet. “Can you promise me something?”

His response is swift, the nod of his head eager. “Anything.”

“Please, no more disappearing. I can’t stand not knowing if you’re safe or not, and I really don’t like sleeping alone.” You mumble. He gives your side a comforting squeeze, as if to say ‘i’m sorry’ again.

A brief kiss is pressed to the round of your shoulder as he looks up at you, then he responds. “I promise, baby. No more disappearing, you have my word.”

You continue.

“And when something is bothering you, we work through it, together. That means you talk about your emotions, not run away from them.” You quirk your eyebrow at him when he grumbles slightly under his breath. He glances to the side for a beat, then he nods again, and though a little more hesitant than the first, you’ll take what you can get.

“I promise.” He gives you a small smile as reassurance and leans into your touch when you go to tuck a braid behind his ear.

“Good. Now do you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing on the field instead of in the air?”

“Uh...”

[stararch4ngelqueen]

ngllll was listening to Partition by Beyonce and thinking of Dick Grayson and fem!reader having a bit of fun in the back of a limo 😫

Never heard that but I feel like I listened to it on a Brenton Thwaites tiktok edit 🧍🏽‍♀️

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You wore that dress to tease him, he just knew you did.

The silk, the low neckline leaving room for your minimalist diamond necklace. The slip along your left side, revealing a flash of glistening, moisturized skin, ankles decorated by flashy gems on your heels.

The color.

A beautiful, dark cerulean blue.

Dick could only keep his hands off you for so long, maintaining his composure as he watched you lean down to crawl inside the limousine. He told himself to keep his hands off you at the Gala, but one of his mistakes was inviting you to a dreadfully boring event.

Or, was it really a mistake?

The second the limousine began rolling out of the lot, you sat up out of your seat, reaching over to pull the privacy screen shut, boxing away your view of the driver.

He didn’t even need to question why you did that, his hands practically grasping your hips when you rose out of your seat, squeezing that gorgeous ass.

Another mistake was sitting you in his lap, ruining your perfectly done lipstick as his hands securely roam down along your back.

His gravest mistake was sliding his hand higher than the exposed slip revealed, coming to a surprise when his hand continued to glide across smooth, bare skin.

No underwear. Not even a thin, expensive thong he had bought you plenty of after ripping each one you owned.

What a shock.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunts against your lipstick smeared lips. ���You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”

Your only response was a smirk, admiring his rustled up hair from your relentless hands. Lipstick stains smeared along his plush lips, scarcely along his chin from your eager make out.

If the limo were to drive over a speed bump, or accidentally come across a pot hole, this would mean your perfect little cunt would make a complete mess of his raging hard on, poorly hidden by his dress pants.

Now, not only does he have complete eye candy sitting in his lap; you went ahead and unwrapped yourself for his pleasure.

“You know I don’t like big parties, Dick,” you purr, manicured fingers working on undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. “You don’t wanna go either. Admit it.”

He groans, tilting his head back against the headrest while rubbing circles along your skin. Pretty little thing like you has a perfectly good head on your shoulders, and judging by how you looked at him, you eagerly wanted to give him some of it.

“No. No, I don’t.”

No way is he letting you roam along at the Gala like this. The both of you should’ve stayed home.

[kalideshawnwrites]

Gym Bae

Warnings: 18+, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, intercourse, dirty talk, etc etc)

Word count: 5500+

Planted in front of the mirror as I admired how these new Nike Support High-Waisted leggings hugged my thick thighs. Deciding between wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out over my sports bra or only wearing my sports bra had me dazed. I chose the first option, sliding my black and white Air Max 90's on, walking out of my room.

Gliding down the hall, I grabbed a towel, my keys, gym bag and closed the door behind me.

"I wonder if he's going to be there", I said to myself as I leap into my Granite Crystal Metallic Rubicon. ‘I Like It’ by Cardi B blared through the speakers taking up all the few minutes of time it took to arrive at 24 Hour Fitness. Glancing at the clock, it was 10:10 pm and the parking lot was fairly empty. Though the lot was bare, much to my excitement, his shiny all black Challenger was parked near the door. The mere thought of him shirtless, glistening, bobbing his head to what I assume to be some 90’s rap caused rambunctious butterflies to fill my stomach.

Today was arm day. Walking over to the free weights, which were directly in his view, I reached for a 12 pound dumbbell. Cleaning off a workout bench, I adjusted the back so that I could sit up straight, and see him in the reflection of the wall to wall mirror in front of me. I tried not to make it obvious that I wanted him to watch, but shit, I did.

My arms truly did need the workout. I increased the volume of my ‘Work It’ playlist and began to curl 3 sets of 15 on both sides. Once this set is complete, I have my eyes set on the resistance area for some pull ups.

The cool guzzle of water gave me the push I needed to complete the next half of my arm workout. Walking over to the chest press machine, I glanced in his direction. He was on the treadmill running, staring at me.

Yeah daddy, keep watching.

My mild obsession with this guy who reminded me of Ghost from Power began 3 months ago when I first took a tour of this gym. Seeking to improve my overall consistency and clear my mind from work, I immediately signed up. Spending the past 2 years working at a Public Relations firm was pleasant until our recent leadership change. My new ‘manager’ is a woman who seems like there is a stick permanently lodged up her ass. During her second month at my job, I knew that if I wanted to keep my job, I would need a frustration outlet. Having been involuntarily celibate means that there isn’t a man around to fuck the frustration out of me.

After my workout was complete, I decided to take a swim before heading home. Those beautiful butterflies showed up again as I walked right past him on the way to the ladies locker room. A side-eye smile on my left, he nodded back. Goddamn, his energy is strong.

Always keeping a swimsuit in my assigned locker along with fresh panties, deodorant, facial cleaner and moisturizer, I peeled off my t-shirt, sports bra and Nike pants placing them in my gym bag. Slipping on my Nike Slides, I move through the shower area, sauna and finally toward the pool door.

The water is nice. It isn’t cold as hell like a normal outdoor pool. No this a little to expensive gym membership included a heated pool, many lanes for relay swimming and water aerobics. After swimming to the opposite side of my abandoned lines, I heard footsteps approaching.

"Do you mind company?"

"No." I smiled back at him as I wipe the water running down my face.

"Aight, I'll be back in a second.”

Since the pool is only accessible through the locker rooms, I assume he was either looking for me since I hadn’t come back out the front door of the ladies room, or he genuinely wanted to take a swim.

Fuck, I thought to myself as he returned. He has on some black swimming trunks that rested right below his V cut abs. His left arm has a full sleeve of colorful tattoos and the rest of his body looked bare. He definitely spent his time on that body. He looked at least 6'3" or close to it.

Moving back toward me as I sat on the raised seat inside the pool, ”Do you mind if I turn some music on?”

"No, I don't mind."

I could now see his back had black and grey wings and rest in peace in the middle with someone’s name and year of death. A glass covered speaker and attached aux cord, he plugged it into his phone. He began playing some shit I never heard before. I’m not too concerned with the music though. He is enough of a distraction.

Diving in at the 10 foot end of the pool, he swims over to me.

“Hey," Wiping the water from his face. "I'm Taurus."

"Hi Taurus, DeLorean."

"Nice to meet you, DeLorean."

The way he said my name, He had me.

"That's an interesting name, Taurus.”

Chuckling, “Yes, I get that all the time. You can call me Tory. My mother named be that because my pops was a Taurus and she is in to that zodiac shit heavy. I was born shortly after my dad passed away so she thought it was fitting to name me Taurus. My father didn’t want a Junior since his name was Thaddeus.”

“OMG! Yea you don’t necessarily give off Thaddeus vibes, but I’m sure he was a cool dude.” We laughed together is comfortable unison.

“He was. She said of all the men she ever dated, he understood her the most. I think that earth energy is what she loved.” Tory became caught up in his thoughts.

Finally back to this reality, “I’ve been seeing you a lot around here.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

“More like returning the glances.”

“Oh, so you noticed?” I could feel my face become warm with slight embarrassment, but I also feel my pussy twitch with excitement.

With the warmest smile, “I noticed you 3 months ago when you were on your gym tour with Anthony. I play the long game baby girl. When I saw you come in tonight acting like you were really lifting weights, I decided that I would finally approach you.” He playfully laughed while calling me out on my fake workout.

“Oh don’t do me like that, I really was working out.” I shot back while flexing my triceps.

“Yea okay. So, you wanna do some laps or were you fake swimming too?”

“Now, how do you fake swim?! Come on, let’s swim the length of the pool and back.”

We make it a few feet over to the top and begin. Little does he know I was the swim team captain in High School and College so fake arm workout or not, he’s in for a beating tonight.

-

After a brutal loss, Tory asked if I wanted to get some food. It is almost 12 am but we're in L.A. so I know some shit is open.

"Can you pass me the ketchup?”

“Sure, here you go.” Tory passes to me while holding my gaze. Aside from the few glances and the dimly lit pool area, this is the true first time being close enough to see Tory’s eyes up close. His eyes were light brown and hooded shaped eyes. Full beard and plump lips to match, now i’m in a daze.

"DeLorean?" He motioned the ketchup my way as I am lost in his lips.

"Thanks." I smiled taking the bottle from his hand. "You can call me Lori.”

Wow, now we’re Lori and Tory.  I felt corny for a second but whatever. He's gonna be daddy most of the time depending on how this plays out.

"So where you from Lori?" He asks before taking a bite of his breakfast burrito.

"I'm from L.A. Been here all my life. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Detroit. I moved here two years ago for a job. Plus I was tired of the cold weather."

"I'm sure. I've never experienced snow but I don’t even like to be cold in my own house."

He cackled, ”You should visit and experience some snow girl, it's nice if you don't have to drive in it or be in it for too long."

"Maybe," I said as I eat a fork full of hash browns.

"So, can I call you some time?"

"Took you long enough to ask."

Tory smiled at my response.

Damn that smile.

“Here, put your number in my phone.” Tory hands me his phone.

“You forgot to unlock it.” I move my hand back across the table for return.

“4566.”

Typing the code, his background picture is a beach.

“Beautiful photo,” I compliment navigating to his contacts.

“Thank you, I took it on vacation last year. I take a solo vacation each year to clear my head and visit a new place.”

Adding my name to his address book under Lori with muscle arm emoji next to it, I hand it back to him.

“Here.”

Smirking at his screen, “Oh, you funny, let me fix this.” Flipping the phone around to show me, He replaced the muscle arm emoji with the lips emoji. Smiling, I give him a questioning look.

“I want to always be reminded of your beautiful lips when I speak to you.”

I could feel my nipples stiffen. Tory didn’t even say with a sexual undertone. It was genuine.

We finish our meals and I wait for Tory to return to the table after paying our bill at the register near an old school Juke box. Shortly after, we were standing at my car door.

“So Lori, I know we just formally met, but i’m hitting up this party tomorrow for my homie birthday, would you like to accompany me?

“I could probably fit that in my schedule.”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose if you had other shi…”

Cutting him off before he could finish, I was not about to talk myself out of dick.

“Naw. I’m sure I’ll be able to go.”

“Aight, do you mind if I pick you up and we ride together?”

“Yea that’s fine.”

“Cool. I’ll text you so you have my number and you can give me your address. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow Lori.”

“Same here Tory.”

We part ways and I drive home.

Drying off after a refreshing shower, I hear my phone ding with a text alert.

“This is Tory, did you make it home?”

“Yes. Just stepped out of the shower.”

Yea, I wanted him to have a nice lil mental picture of me, wet and naked before he went to sleep.

“Aight ma, sleep well.”

“Thanx, same to you.”

I adore Saturday nights in the summer. Tory texted me an hour ago to let me know he would be at my house around 9 pm. The party will be at a nightclub they rented for the entire night.

To start, I took a relaxing bath, followed by a shower, shaving almost my entire body. Deciding on a wash and go hairstyle, I generously applied my conditioner to my hair. Siri announces Tory’s update, “Do you want anything from the store?”

“Hey Siri, reply to Tory, can you grab me bottle of water and some jolly ranchers?”

She announces his reply, “Tory says aight, see you soon.”

Just as I was zipping up the side of my dress, the doorbell rings.

Peeking through the peephole, I braced myself. Tory looked delectable.

Daddy had on this forest green custom fitted suit with a black button-down underneath. He has two buttons at the top undone with some black loafers. Line up is fresh accompanied with Gucci frames.

Trying my best to steady my breath, I open the door. Tory stands stuck for a moment before uttering a simple, “Hi.”

“Come in, I just need to put my shoes on.” I feel his eyes on me as I walk down the hall. My dress, a hot pink bodycon that had triangle cut outs between my breast and stomach. The same pattern in the same spot around my lower back.

After stepping into my sparkly open toe heels, Tory kneels to help me fasten the straps around my ankles. We make eye contact, “Damn, you are beautiful.”

“Thank you. You clean up nice yourself.”

Crowned passenger princess for the evening, I enjoy the impending sunset as we cruise toward the not too far venue. He plays a mix of slow jams and smooth rap while we ride in silence. Just as the last few rays peered over the horizon, we park in the lot adjacent to the building.

Tory and I dance for hours. He only has a couple shots in comparison to my 3 watermelon long islands. I hold my liquor pretty well and tonight, he’s making me feel so safe. As we periodically meet his friends, he introduces me as DeLorean. I figure two things: He didn’t want to explain that I am basically a stranger or he didn’t want other people calling me what he calls me.

It is almost 1 am and He whispers in my ear, “Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely,” a seductive look in my eye tells him I’m ready for the second half of our date.

Holding my hand, he leads me out of the party while he waves his goodbyes to his closest friends. He guides me to the car door, opening it, allowing me to slide in.

“You hungry?”

“Hell yea, but can we pick up something and eat at my place?”

“No problem, do you have a taste for anything?”

“Uh, lets get some tacos from this spot near my house.”

Due to the late hour, I ask Tory to park in my garage so that the birds do not ruin his car with poop. With the alcohol having a ticklish effect on me, I laugh through each breath explaining that I have angry birds that like to poop on cars at night when parked on the street.

Fully aware that we just met, our connection seems otherworldly. I want his company and if he spends the night, I’m content with it.

He places the Bart’s Mexican Bistro bags on the counter.

“Make yourself at home, I’m going to change into something more comfortable. You are more than welcome to help yourself to something to drink. I have juice, soda or water.”

“Aight, I’m going to grab my jogging pants from my car.”

Changing into some navy blue yoga pants and a matching navy cropped racerback top, I descend the stairs to see Tory in a white undershirt and grey jogging pants.

I quickly glance down at his dick print and see a nice size one. Licking my lips in approval, I place our tacos on plates and pour myself a glass of water.

“Have you seen Oceans 8?”

“Nah, not yet.”

“Okay, I’m gonna put it on. I’ve been meaning to watch it.”

After we eat, I snuggle next to him on the couch. With the only light in the room coming from the screen, he wraps his arm around my waist with his hand resting on my thigh.

We laugh at a few parts and I begin to drift off. Before I knew it, I felt myself being gently placed in my bed.

“Oh, you could’ve woke me up, I could have…”

“Ssshh, don’t worry about it.”

Tory turns to exit the room and I stop him. Moving the covers back behind me signaling him to join me, he doesn’t hesitate and lays right next to me.

He doesn’t hesitate and laid right behind me. I drift off to sleep, periodically feeling his dick jump.

It is the next morning and I rise to an empty bed. For a second, I question if he actually stayed over until I smell food coming from downstairs.

Taking a pit stop to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I walk into the kitchen, “What’s all this?”

“Well, I could tell you were resting peacefully so I decided to cook us breakfast. Luckily, you have everything.”

“Yea, I just went grocery shopping yesterday. Thank you.” I voice my appreciation as he hands me my plate.

Eggs, biscuits, turkey bacon and strawberries.

Damn this shit looks good.

Asking Alexa to play my morning playlist, we dig in and share our favorite music genres, facts about our jobs and weekend habits. Once we were done eating, Tory placed both our plates in the sink and washed them.

“Oh, I can get that later.”

“Nah, it’s cool, I can knock them out before I leave.”

Damn, he cooks and can clean. Daddy is earning his points today.

Escorting Tory to his driverside door, we embrace with a nice long hug. He spoke low into my ear, “I had a great time, I won’t be a stranger.”

As I pulled back form the hug, “you better not be.”

He peels out of my driveway and I close the garage door as soon as he’s no longer in sight. Now in my room, undressing to take a shower, I notice a note on my nightstand. It was a drawing of a sunflower in pencil with the words below it that read “As you slept, your hair was sprawled out on your pillow and you were at ease. You reminded me of a sunflower. Have a good day beautiful.”

I propped the note up next to a bouquet of tulips on my nightstand and got in the shower.

-

Unlike Saturday nights, Sunday nights were reserved for preparing for my work week. I deep condition my hair, finish laundry, and meal prep for a few days.

I hear my phone buzz on the counter, “Whaddup Lori, how are you?”

“Hey Tory, I’m alright, just getting ready for the week, how about you?”

“I’m chillin, getting ready to head to the gym in a few.”

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth wondering if he mentioned it because he wants me to come up there.

“Oh, nice. I could definitely use a workout after all that good food we’ve had the past couple days”

“Same here. I’ll be there around 10:00pm. It would be a pleasure to see if you if you decide to come workout.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there.”

I had on my pajamas for the night but I can put that shit back on later. Rummaging through my drawers, I found some jogging pants and a sports bra. I opted to go without the T-shirt this time. Leaving the conditioner in my hair, add the rest of my food to glass containers, grab my jacket and head out.

Tonight, the parking lot was much more crowded. I arrived at 9:50 and sat in my car for a second.

Answering my sister’s call, “Hey sis, what’s up?”

“Hey Lo, what you doin mama?”

“About to get this workout in.”

“Oh nice, you finally speak to that guy you’ve been eyeing this whole time?”

“Yes, he actually approached me.” I decided to leave out the part about him staying the night for now. My sister can be overprotective and I don’t want to hear that shit right now.

“Ok well, I want to hear all about it later. Go ahead and workout girl. Talk soon.”

Raising the speed setting on the treadmill to 4.2, I jogged catching up on YouTube videos. Feeling his presence near me, I remove my headphone just as he greeted me, “Hey gorgeous.”

“Hey, are you gonna run with me?”

“Nah, I’ll let you work out in peace. I’m gonna hit the weights then play some basketball for a while. Come see me before you leave if you’re done before me.”

“Okay, I will.”

Damn, he remembers me speaking about how my workouts ideal times for me to clear my head and brainstorm my ideas for my future business.

I would love to have a work out session with him one day, but I really do enjoy this quiet time for brainstorming.

After about an hour and a half, I see Tory walk toward the water fountain, “Hey boo, I’m about to head out.”

“Aight, let me grab my bag and I’ll walk you to your car.”

Waiting in the vestibule, he did not make me wait for long. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he guided me out the door to my driver side door.

“How was your workout?”

“It was needed. I feel good and I have some new ideas that I need to document before I sleep tonight. How about you?”

“I think I burned off those tacos.” We share a laugh. “It was nice to see you today. I’ll hit you up sometime this week.”

Tory leaned in for a hug and he placed a kiss on the skin just to the right of my lips. He smelled so fucking good even after an hour and a half workout. It has been a few full moons since I embraced someone I am attracted to.

Thinking about him my entire ride home, I barely remember how I got home.

Rinsing out the conditioner, I stand beneath the shower head recalling how Tory felt laying beside me the night before. My hands trail from my curls down my neck, landing on my breasts lathering the soap. Switching back and forth between pinching each nipple, I yearn for Tory to be behind me now. Even though I am not against fucking “early”, I don’t want shit to get complicated by fucking too soon. Finger tips now applying pressure to my clit, it begins to swell. I cannot stand any longer, I sit down, feeling pressure from multiple causes, hearing myself moan louder than Usher coming from my bluetooth speaker. This will have to do until Tory is present to replace my hands with his.

Wednesday morning came and I realize I have not heard from Tory since Sunday. I am not worried, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little salty about it. Just as quickly as I had the thought, my phone buzzed.

“Whassup ma, how’s your week going?”

Damn, speak of the devil.

I can’t help but smile, “It’s going well so far. I’ve been listening to music all morning at my desk, which has made it bearable so far. How about you?”

“Things are good today, I was in the airport most of yesterday. My flight was delayed.”

“Damn. Where are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“You can ask me anything ma. I’m in San Antonio until tomorrow night for work. It’s hot as hell here.”

“ahahhaha, I know. My cousin lives there and you basically need to be naked during the summers to get any relief.”

“Lol, I’ll have to be with you on that next trip.”

“Lol silly. That would be nice tho…”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I would love to see you when I get back to L.A. if you’re not busy.”

“I would like that too. I’m off Friday so just hit me up.”

“I will. I have to get back to my meeting, but I will speak with you soon babygirl.”

Thursday night is here and I find myself laying in bed watching an episode of ‘Girlfriends’ from my box set that was gifted to me from a friend at a past birthday dinner. This is my shit. I check my phone, 11 pm and a recent text.

“Whaddup Lori, I’m back in town. Let me know if you’re available for breakfast tomorrow. I know it’s late, if you don’t see this until the morning, let me know.”

“I’m awake, just watching Girlfriends. Breakfast sounds nice. What time?”

“Okay, okay, Girlfriends. I used to watch that all the time. Mya was my favorite character, lol. I can pick you up around 10 am.”

“Lmao, Mya? Really? She’s funny, but Joan is my favorite. I still call her Joan when I watch Blackish. 10 is good bae.”

“Hahah, Joan is cool too.”

“How was your flight?

“Smooth. Quiet for the most part. I’m glad to be home tho. My bed is way better than that hotel shit.”

“I’m sure. What area do you stay in?”

“I’m about 20 minutes from you near downtown.”

“Nice, I need to pick up some items downtown, do you mind if we run a couple errands after breakfast?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

Little do you know, what I want to do isn’t what I need to do.

Drifting off, I must have left him on read because my phone started buzzing.

“Hello,” in my most unsexy voice.

“You fell asleep on me girl?”

“I did baby, I’m tired.”

“Get some rest ma. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Mmhmmm. Goodnight baby.”

I can’t recall his reply, I was gone…

9:30 am and I am seated at my kitchen island opening mail in a strapless yellow maxi dress paired with gold sandals and a gold crossbody Gucci bag. One last mirror check, I danced to my morning playlist in full excitement to spend the day with my “man.” My skin is glistening from my favorite body oil full of shimmery shit making me look like a bronzed goddess. Spraying Fabulous by Tom Ford on my neck, wrists, back of my knees, and ankles, I snatch my phone off the charger.

My doorbell rings and my heart pounds through my chest. Breathing and walking, I shake the anxious feeling just in time to turn the knob. Tory has the most beautiful spirit for him to look so dominant. The man is fine as fuck and every time I am around him, I have to squeeze my legs together hoping that my thighs will impede the slow trickle of nectar that I know will soon spill from my juice center.

Smiling wide, “Whaddup girl,” Tory leans down hugging me, kissing me on that soft part near my lips that I’ve grown to adore.

“Are your ready?”

“Yea, let’s go.”

A gentleman always, he opens my door. His car smells so good, I know that smell anywhere, it is ironically ‘Gentleman’ by Givenchy. I lean back and inhale.

“You good?” Watching me with my eyes still closed. “Yea, I’m good. Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

We arrived at a new to me breakfast spot that Tory says he frequents a few times a month. A mimosa and veggie omelet for me, bacon and french toast with a Lemonade and Vodka for the handsome king across from me.

We visit each store on my list downtown ending our trip at the grocery store on the way back to my place. I tell Tory I will cook him dinner to repay him for cooking my breakfast last week. I would not accept no for an answer. He carried all my bags in including the groceries, my shopping bags and my mail. This gentleman shit is exactly how I’ll end up choking on his dick tonight.

“Damn that was good. Where you learn to cook like that Lori?!”

“Aww thank you. I grew up with my mom and grandmother in the same house. They had be start cooking at the age of 8 and I’ve been cooking ever since.”

“I’ll have to thank them one day. I haven’t eaten like that in a very long time.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed.”

He leaned in for a kiss. I froze, but kissed back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now.”

Tory kissed me again, this time, it lasted a long time. Hands guiding me from beside him to now straddling him, his hands were under my dress planted, gripping my thighs while my arms stayed glued to his face.

I stop the kiss, sitting back down next to him.

“Tory, I am really feeling you and I would like for this to go further. I just don’t want anything to change if we were to have sex this early in our… whatever this is.”

“I understand that. And I’m feeling you too. I think about you all the time. I’m not speaking to any other women and our time together is always something I look forward to. Seeing where this goes is a priority for me. If you want to just chill tonight, we can. Ain’t no rush baby.”

Cruising through my streaming channels, we decided on Equalizer 2. My new favorite spot on the couch is currently in the corner between the chaise lounge and the love seat, laying on him with his arm around my waist. And this time, I wasn’t sleepy. I was horny. Thinking of a way to curb my urges, I considered going to my room to play with myself and act like I was in the bathroom for a while. Then, I thought that maybe we could just do everything but intercourse. I even considered holding out until he left to satisfy the pressure building in my sacral.

Glancing down, I saw his dick twitch in his jeans.

Licking most of the lip gloss from my lips, I told myself that no matter what happened next, I wouldn’t regret my decision. I needed him.

Standing slowly, I faced him. He looked up at my concern before seeing the lust in my hooded eyes. I told him to unzip me. A sexy smirk lined his lips as he slid my long zipper down the middle of my back just above my ass. I let the dress fall. Completely naked, he gasped. I side stepped over the fabric and grabbed his hand to lead him to my bedroom.

“Close my door baby.” I instructed as I rest on my back spread for him.

He walks closer unbuckling him pants, “You sure?”

“Yes. I held out as long as I could,” a laughing sigh between us. We both knew that was all of one hour and 20 minutes.

Equally as naked as me, Tory met me beneath the covers and slowly kissed me. I reached for his almond brown thickness but he whispered “Don’t rush it, let me take care of you” while holding my hand.

Melted into the sheets well before I felt him inside of me, Tory rubbed my inner thighs as he made his way to my dripping center. I was so close to climaxing, if his pinky brushed against my clit, I was going to squirt. He licked my inner creases praising, “Mmhhmm, you smell so sweet.”

All I could muster was a constant moans as he went to work devouring all the juice I built up over the past few days. As if I could fall further, I released the loudest moans as Tory sucked my clit like he owned me.

“Tory! I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can baby. Give it to me.”

“It’s yours baby.”

“That’s right girl, don’t hold back from me baby.”

My body began to shake, giving in to him. Tory didn’t let up either. He kept slurping taking everything I was wiling to offer. Another orgasm in route, Daddy slid his middle and ring fingers in to massage my g-spot.

With divine precision, Tory brought me to my second release of the evening.

“I can’t take it daddy, please… please, please, ahhhhh”

“Mmm, Daddy? I like that baby.”

That was clearly the first time I called him that out loud. It slipped out, but I he earned the title and much more.

“Daddy, please give me that dick.”

“You ready for me already?” That beautiful smile pressed into my neck before he peppered kisses to my glowy skin.

“Yes, baby, please.”

Tory dragged his thick head up and down my folds as I braced myself for impact.

He slid in and I came again.

“Oh shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet.”

“You’re filling me up baby.”

“Yeah, too much baby?”

“No baby, I can take it. Let me turn over.”

Tory gave me exactly 5 seconds to lay on my stomach before he pulled me into the deepest arch. He came back with vengeance. I wrapped my hair around my own hand, pulled and cried into the pillow as I took each inch of his solid pipe.

Daddy pushed my hand away to grab a fist full while letting out the sexiest moan to ever grace my ears.

“Fuck I’m about to nut.”

“Nut for me baby. It’s mine.”

“Ugh shit ma. You’re drownin’ me. I’m-“

I felt that vein in his dick pulsate and immediately maneuvered to suck his dick clean. Tory fell back onto the bed in a daze.

“Fuck baby, stop, come on. It’s sensitive.”

I didn’t pay him no mind. I earned this treat and when I had my fill, I joined his side.

Our breathing began to slow. It was Friday night and no work in the morning. I drifted off in his arms.

[laracrofted]

(since I’m feeling greedy) how about “show me how much you missed me” for Rhett 😍

i saw the new lewis content and exactly one (1) rhett picture yesterday, and suddenly, i was inspired to write some filth. enjoy! 🤠

warnings: minors dni, mentions of alcohol, language, explicit sexual content (basically rhett gets blown in the storage room at the handsome gambler... so semi-public oral sex), not proofread. rhett x fem!reader (bartender).

You are working a double at the Handsome Gambler again, an excruciating eleven hours, filled with spilled drinks and scattered peanut shells and rambling drunks who've got nothing better to do than get in a fight in your goddamn bar.

Luckily, Carl is working security tonight and can throw them out at the drop of a hat. You just have to give him the look, and all 200-something pounds of muscle are strolling over and grabbing some drunk out-of-towner by the collar of his brand new Carhartt.

Everything gets a whole lot better when Rhett strolls in around midnight, looking rugged and handsome as hell in an old worn (read: not fresh off the rack like California License Plate's) pair of Levi's and a Stetson.

He's been gone all of yesterday and today, away at an out-of-town rodeo just across the state line in Gardiner.

You wanted to go so damn bad and lose your voice cheering him on from the stands, but the Handsome Gambler needed two bartenders to operate on a weekend night. No one wanted to cover your shift.

You were disappointed, of course, but couldn't blame them. Who wants to work a double on a Saturday?

He braces his elbows on the bar and leans in, enough for you to smell mint and tobacco on his breath, and looks at you with those ocean blue eyes, half-lidded from exhaustion and something else entirely.

"Hi darlin'," Rhett murmurs, rough and pleasant, all smoke and leather. "Can I get a whiskey and a beer?"

An idea develops in your brain – your sleep deprived and cowboy deprived brain, who doesn't care much about your job now that Rhett's here. You cast a sidelong glance down to the end of the bar to make sure Wendy has it covered. She seems fine.

"Sure, but I keep the good stuff in the back, cowboy." His eyes flare at the nickname, black pupils blowing out the blue, flickering down to watch your mouth move around the word. "Wanna come help me get it?"

His lips twitch.

Less than a minute later finds you on your knees in the back room with Rhett's cock in your mouth.

You'd pushed him back against the locked door, hard enough to rattle the good liquor bottles that're kept on the metal shelving unit nearest the door, reaching for his belt buckle and peppering kisses on any inch of available skin within reach.

His strong neck. His collarbone, visible through the smallest gap in the plaid shirt. His jaw, covered in afternoon stubble. His neck.

You'd breathed, "Missed you, cowboy," between kisses, to which Rhett had rasped, "Oh yeah, darlin'? Why don'tcha show much how much you missed me?"

You were on your knees in a heartbeat. You might've actually bruised them.

His fingers are strong and insistent in your hair, guiding you on him, encouraging you to move faster. Take him deeper. He brushes the back of your throat, salty and warm.

You swallow instinctively. A strangled whimper punches out of Rhett's chest.

He lets out a long string of curses. "Shit, darlin'. Love your damn mouth. You're so good to me."

You pull back, running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, licking and sucking at the tip of him, growing wetter with every harsh breath that shudders from him.

You're soaked already, just from the sounds of him, the weight of him in your mouth.

You look up at him, lashes sticking together from the moisture welling in your eyes, and damn, Rhett really is beautiful, eyes closed in desperate pleasure. He is still wearing the damn Stetson, which somehow gets you even hotter.

Idle fingers sneak under the hem of your denim skirt, and Rhett catches the movement.

"God, are you – Touch yourself for me," Rhett instructs, breathing hard, "but don't come. I want you to come on my cock later. Don't come, darlin'."

You desperately moan, vibrating around his cock, and with a half-gasped warning, Rhett comes down your throat. You wipe at your mouth with a crumpled napkin in your pocket, rise to your feet again as Rhett recovers.

He is red in the face, flushed and breathing like a marathon runner. He catches a glimpse of your damp fingers, slick from your own wetness.

Rhett lifts your hand to his mouth and sucks the wetness from your fingers, groaning.

"When do you get off, darlin'?"

"2:30 AM."

"Can you make it until then?" Rhett smirks, knowing, reaching under your skirt and running his index finger along the damp seam of your panties. "Christ, girl."

You think Rhett might be half hard already, straining against his now buttoned jeans.

You smirk back, despite the uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs that'll distract you for the rest of the damn shift. "A better question might be, Can you make it until then?"

His gaze is dark and wanting, but Rhett grins. "Meet me at the motel. I'll get us a room."

[jaxxsoxxn]

"So I'm praying for some rain (like a young man finally praying to get laid)" [BF]

is there a Boomerflash discord server, or somewhere where ppl just chat about them? Or is there not enough peeps? hm...

Anyhow, Boomer gets caught in some heavy ass rain, as in practically a storm, and gets to Flash to get warm, without expecting Barry to be there, actually.

Me, trying to shorten Digger to smth that sounds sweet: ,,,digimon,,, (also, ye, Digi is supposed to be read as in Digimon)

Was going to make it smutty, but deemed it okay rn (i might edit it later just to add smut, beware!)

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In Digger's defense, Central City wasn't exactly known for weird weather. Of course, when you have two elemental-specialists as Rouges and one goddamn Weather Wizard, it can get a little confusing, not even adding the Speedstorm fiasco to the whole equation, but nothing ever was close to what was happening now.

So here he was, his skin lightly tanned and full of freckles (and he means FULL, like he didn't even know they could get low enough to reach his thighs!) after three weeks of something so close to a drought that in the middle of Central City's second week, people started manically buying water. Now, suddenly, halfway through a warm and sunny day, it started pouring - not raining because that'd mean that water wasn't falling from the sky with enough strength to actually hurt him.

Somewhere in his mind, while he was rushing from the shop back home, he wishes his lover wasn't so busy lately, even if he knows it's a thought only from a selfish need to get home quicker, all he can do is focus on it. He can't see ahead when the water hurts his eyes, his clothes so heavy from moisture that he wants to slow down against himself. The cold gets worse, he's shaking while running, and he honestly hopes it's a villain attack because then it won't last too long.

Flash was usually so warm it shook people, his body full of excessive energy. If not his job - two jobs technically - Boomer would come home, lose his wet clothes and just cuddle up with him, maybe without putting something on if the speedster wouldn't mind. His thoughts turned bitter when he remembered that his partner was still out on the mission.

When he finally got inside, his eyes hurting and his whole body shaking, all the energy slowly leaked out of him with every drip of the water coming from him. He just let go of the groceries and shook off his boots, lazily moving towards the couch. His mind whined to him about the cleaning later, but everything else already gave up.

The couch wasn't comfortable, actually far from it, but it was enough - the second he hit it, he couldn't help a peaceful groan and dozed off.

He woke up hot, too hot to do anything but whine deeply, while his dizzy mind caught the fact that someone was tearing off his shirt and pants, still as wet as they were before. He tried to move one of his hands to wack away the person who did it, but a hollow ache in his joints made a good argument against it.

"Shh, you're okay Digi, I gotcha." a soft voice of his lover rang in his ears.

Boomer slowly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a bit, but not enough to not catch the blond hair and blue eyes.

"Can't be, Barry's at work..." he slurred, while trying to push away the skinny hands. Pain swiftly run through his whole body, starting at his fingertips, while the other grabbed his wrists lightly.

"Just let me help love, it's alright, you're burning..."

He never noticed before how quickly Barry's voice made him fall asleep.

This time, when he woke up, a warm body was pressed against his, while there was a wet towel on his forehead. He tried to move slightly around, but the grip tightened, while Barry groaned.

"Stay put, you had a fever all night, Digi." a pair of soft lips found its way onto his forehead, while a hand under his neck moved higher to brush his probably disgustingly sweaty hair. "You feel... better."

He answered with a delicate hum, before slowly moving his face towards the others. Barry had a slight 5 o'clock shadow, his eyes worried, but also happy. He looked somewhere between tired and excited, which made Boomer's heart throb a little.

"Ya alrighty love? Ya don't look all that hot yourself" he mumbled next to his lips, while all the speedster did was smile back at him.

"I wanted to make you a surprise that I'm home quicker than expected, but well- you didn't even believe I was home."

The Australian noticed the change in tone, Flashes voice slightly sadder. He knew that Barry blamed himself a lot over things he didn't have control of. He understood it a little after the bracelet changed a few things in his natural biology* and he also had a better taste of being a speedster - always too late, not enough.

"But ya were." his own tone is steady, more serious than normally. "Ya were here in the end, an' if ya'll beat yourself over it, I'll beat ya with the closest stick."

He ended the sentence with a soft kiss, deeming it distracting enough. Barry moved even closer, his whole body clinging to the other, while his hands slowly moved around, just feeling him up - like he was checking if he's still here. His body relaxed into the touch, his mind swimming lightly when the kiss got more passionate, when Flash finally decided that his hands could stay on the other's hips.

He found somewhere in his head enough IQ to ask himself why the Speedster was acting like that only because of some sickness, but hey - he got kisses and attention, so that question would have to wait.

[mikurulucky]

Tochiro hyperfocuses like a goddamned champ. I wonder how many times he forgot to eat while he was tinkering with stuff or building the Arcadia. How many times did Emeraldas and Harlock end up giving him food thinking "Yo, you forgot to eat lunch a few hours ago, so I brought you this".

The times he feels he NEEDS to do something and stubbornly sticks to that thing, whether it's fixing the ship when he needs to rest after an injury or it's driving through a disease/cancer causing wormhole to fix Emeraldas's ship, or wandering off to a random western town to find his people in Gun Frontier despite Harlock and Shinunora telling him "Bro, you're gonna get yourself killed!"... it's numerous.

He's like my black cat endlessly looking for his toy mouse because it's his favorite. If he's got something he needs or wants to do, he's dead set on it until it's done. I imagine in the case of tinkering, that might've lead to moments where he ended up staying up all night only realizing he did so after randomly looking at the clock and realizing "Oh shit, I've been tinkering with this machine for literal HOURS!! O_O" and going to bed at like the crack of dawn. I know I've done that many times lol.

I wonder if that's part of the reason he rarely bathes in some timelines lol. The other part maybe being executive dysfunction or a negative association with past bathing incidents like someone forcing him to bathe and being too rough with him.

(I do suspect that that, the lack of motivation, and the fact there's only like ONE bathing area in the boarding house could be why Nobotta hardly bathes unless he's made to bathe, and the landlady's attempts to make him bathe probably only exacerbates that issue long term. As for his unwillingness to wash his boxers... idk maybe that was to save money, like forgoing a trip to the laundromat in favor of buying food?... or more boxers??? As if that's cheaper somehow??? Idk, I liken Nobotta's endless buying of boxers to my doordash addiction thanks to having less energy to cook half the time lol. And the mushrooms seem to be the result of rain leaking into his closet, as moisture DOES lead to the development of mold and other fungi after a while, and you DON'T want that. Nobotta's just lucky the mushrooms that grow on his boxers are actually edible inky cap mushrooms and not something poisonous (yes, I do believe they're supposed to be based on the inky cap mushrooms Leiji found growing on one of his clothing once and fed to, iirc, the creator of Ashita no Joe?). Eating those mushrooms is still kinda cursed tho lol.)

[quadcamscumbag]

Why do I find Gen-Z to be annoying as fuck? Here's one instance. My nephew bought a bike with a clean title but didn't start. Towing it two hours to my house, he dropped it off with me to get it right. Have I had it for two months? Yeah. I'm also a homeowner and a manager working upwards of 60 hours weekly. I told him I'd repair the bike in my spare time and get it back to him in SAFE and rideable condition. He's been hounding me for 8 weeks. "When is MY bike going to be ready???". The list of shit it needs seems endless. No horn, one headlamp(the other is hollow), notchy headstock bearings, roached wheel bearings, a kinked chain, metal-on-metal rear brake pads with a rear rotor that is torched. Off the charts moisture in the brake fluid, hasn't seen fresh oil in god knows when, bent brake lever, broken radiator mounts. Inop brake lights, a choke cable that only a mother could love. Filthy carbs. Coolant was brown, spark plugs gas fouled, leaking fork seals, broken/missing/wrong hardware. For example, if I had seen the bike, I'd have said give me $500, and I'll take it off your hands. I've poured my SPARE time into this thing, getting hounded the whole time. Not to mention the parts I had on hand for repairs, the hardware I had to literally make, or the special tools I've had to machine to make these repairs. I told him today that had I run the bike through the shop, his bill so far would be upwards of $3600 just in labor. He has put in about $200 in new parts to repair. So his total so far is $1700. My total is hands that hurt, dull drill bits, sweat, time lost with my family, around 10 feet of welding rod, a few cut-off wheels, anger, and some parts from my personal stash. I promised my sister that he'd have a safe bike for his first. It just kills me that kids now have the "Amazon attitude", everything should be now. There's a lack of patience, and moreover, a lack of appreciation. Had I tasked him with the repairs, he'd be riding a death trap and happy about it. I won't stand for that bullshit. It's right, or it's not on the road. I love the kid but goddamn, I'm reaching the end of my patience. Especially after spending 8 hours in the North Carolina August heat and humidity working on it today.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

The key we picked up allows us to enter the apartment building.

Eviction notices and missing pets are plastered on top of each other.

This box is filled with cleaning chemicals. Smells of laundry detergent.

The closet also contains a pair of glasses.

FLIP-UP GLASSES "THE AUDITOR"

These flip-up sunglasses were fashionable in the Old, but have since lost their popularity. These thing gold-alloy wire frames are a reminder of drug-addled bohemian artists. these days the glasses are only favoured by organized crime accountants who desire to look cool.

+1 Logic: Balancing the books

-1 Authority: Filthy boho, probably a narcomaniac

Our authority has already taken a number of hits from various Thoughts, so I leave these off for now.

An old shoe rack. Boots, sneakers and old slippers.

This door just opens.

These shower curtains are covered in some sort of slime.

There's also 0.42 real in here.

DOOR, APARTMENT #12 - A shabby door hangs oddly on its hinges, secured to the doorframe with a safety chain. An unpaid energy bill is attached, threatening to cut off the electricity. It's addressed to Mr. Uuno de Ruyter.

"Looks like we found where Cuno's dad lives." (Point to the bill on the door.)

Knock lightly.

[Interfacing - Easy 8] Use the cutters on the chain.

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "And the place comes with three months' worth of utility bills."

2. Knock lightly.

DOOR, APARTMENT #12 - No response.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - You'll need to equip the chaincutters to enter. Snip right through the metal!

Sure, just equip the chaincutters...

3. [Interfacing - Easy 8] Use the cutters on the chain.

INTERFACING [Easy: Failure] - It should be easy, but... it's just an awkward angle, okay? The door doesn't *really* open wide enough to really get the cutters through. You can't get the leverage you need. And the cutters are blunt. AND the chain is... just super strong, okay? It's not your fault you can't cut it!

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant smiles. "Trouble with the chain, officer?"

"These are no ordinary chains... they are *titanium* chains. *Supreme-titanium*, Kim."

"Hey, don't look at me! You're the one packing shitty chaincutters."

"I'll be honest: I'm just not that good with my hands."

KIM KITSURAGI - "*Supreme-titanium*?" The lieutenant blinks. "Sure. A door inside this complex has super-hard, super-expensive chains."

INTERFACING - You can't stand for that! Come on, show him what you can REALLY do!

+1 Won't be beat by a goddamn door.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - Snip! So much for that goddamn chain. The links fall to the ground on the other side of the door. You have bested the titanium menace.

+5 XP

Level up!

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant looks worried. "I know there's no stopping you -- but let's at least make this quick."

Alright. Let's go confront the *most violent man in Revachol*.

WRITING DESK - A phone book lies open on the table, covering a stack of utility bills. Right next to it, in plain sight, sits a small bottle of amphetamine, conveniently equipped with a straw.

Very loud snoring can be heard from the next room.

"Lieutenant, I've located psychoactive substances on this table."

Take the speed from the table.

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good, confiscate it."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - The minuscule amount of amphetamine doesn't interest the lieutenant in the slightest. He listens instead to something in the other room.

2. Take the speed from the table.

WRITING DESK - You pocket the bottle as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Item gained: Speed bottle

[Leave.]

Glossy erotica covers the wall, wrinkled from moisture.

A PILE OF CLOTHES - A bundle of clothes heaped on the bed. A stained parka, some towels and a duvet. Some socks even.

"Hold up, lieutenant. Look at that pile of clothes."

Slowly reach out your hand.

Nothing to see here then. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhmh..." The lieutenant has covered his nose.

Slowly reach out your hand.

A PILE OF CLOTHES - Something underneath there is breathing.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - It's not too late, no one's going to blame you for backing out. You don't have to do this. Just get out.

Keep extending your hand toward the pile.

Fuck this, I'm out. [Leave.]

A PILE OF CLOTHES - Your hand touches a greasy duvet, covered in cigarette burns and ketchup stains. You hear a growl. There is something *alive* underneath it.

Pull the blanket off.

Fuck this, I'm out. [Leave.]

CUNO'S DAD - You see a 60-year-old fat red-headed man passed out from large amounts of alcohol. And god knows what else. The smell of shit rises from his mouth.

You don't have to take him down. He's already down.

"Kim, is this thing even *alive*?"

"Is this... Cuno's father we're seeing?"

"Maybe we should help him somehow?"

(Whisper.) "I took your amphetamine, old man."

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm afraid it is. Look, it *moves*." He points to a fleshy lump sticking out from the other end of the blanket. The limb seems to be twitching from time to time.

CUNO'S DAD - A groan rises from the man's throat, dry like a death rattle... He's trying to say something in his sleep.

2. "Is this.... Cuno's father we're seeing?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Well, judging by the colour of his hair I would say yes, it is."

CUNO'S DAD - The lieutenant's right -- the man's unwashed hair bears a familiar ginger tone. Even the hair on his chest is coppery. The light from the window falls into his half-open eyes.

"I was expecting something... worse."

"I can't believe it, Cuno's dad isn't a loser! It *must* be someone else."

"Doesn't look like he's going to fuck anyone up anytime soon."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, it really doesn't." The lieutenant tilts his head. "This looks very hard to recover from."

"This man won't be feeding his family any time soon. Not that he was, but..." The lieutenant thinks to himself. "At least he won't be beating his son."

CUNO'S DAD - A pair of half-open bug eyes is staring back at you from the dark, empty and frozen. It's clear that the person behind them is not awake.

"Hold on, what happened to his eyes?"

"He's gonna sleep it off, I know this shit."

"This is serious damage, I'm still not sure he's not dead."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Can't you tell? It happens to exceptionally *committed* substance abusers. They fall asleep with their eyelids still open. Not a pretty sight."

3. "This is serious damage, I'm still not sure he's not dead."

CUNO'S DAD - "Fuckn... k... f...pi..." Suddenly the man starts growling. Three words manage to escape his mouth, along with a strong stench of alcohol.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Look, he's trying to communicate."

3. "Maybe we should help him somehow?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "What is there to do? We could turn him on his side, so he doesn't choke on his own vomit. But he's already on his side..."

"Excellent form."

"Poor guy."

Nod.

KIM KITSURAGI - "We could take him to Remedie or Saint Batiste, but he doesn't have money for medical services. The Almshouse would turn him down..."

"They don't do charity for people who're trying to kill themselves. Besides, he'll be dead in a few…" The lieutenant stops, listening to him.

CUNO'S DAD - The pile of blankets grunts miserably.

4. (Whisper.) "I took your amphetamine, old man."

CUNO'S DAD - Silence... Only heat emanates from the sleeping body.

I put a hold on Remote Viewers Division so we can have a better chance at this next Perception check.

5. [Perception (Hearing) - Medium 10] Figure out what he's trying to say.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The man groans once again, but his tongue keeps failing him: It's impossible to make out the syllables. A hand emerges from the blankets, trying to gesticulate something...

And then it dawns upon you, clear and surreal...

"Pigs," he says.

He's trying to call you pigs.

"What did you just say?"

"You're awake... He's awake!"

"Fuck you. Die."

+5 XP

CUNO'S DAD - His hand falls back on the bed, limp and defeated. A loud snore escapes his mouth... He's asleep again.

KIM KITSURAGI - "At least he got to say his piece."

5. [Leave.]

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxi.x: Coke, Blood & Handguns, “live my life sipping wine and eating high-end food delivered to me by my three male servants.” ... “I’D SUPE UP MY E-TWENTY-EIGHT … Make that baby pur! New paint or maybe a clean wrap with some phonk/trap art … I can just FEEL the hype *sigh*” “SO!?!? What are yah gonna do??” “Yeah come on slick, where’d you move and why am I coming with you?” Ha … I-i … I have no idea … I’m stunned, I can’t even think right now … I’m exhausted honestly. “Well yeah!? Carrying around that much new chedda must be hard … could always you know! … let me carry some??” He said while making a smug face. Yeah right … you’d just blow it on hookers. “EXACTLY!!! Wait you wouldn’t?” *tsch* “Well … it is late … and we were about to call it anyways soooo … how about we call it ok?” Y-yeah … think that's for the best. “WHAT!?!?! You can EVEN THINK About sleeping right now? YOU JUST WON LIFE AND YOU WANNA SLEEP!?” J … seriously … I'm fuckin destroyed over here, mentally and emotionally … I barely know where the fuck I'm even at right now. “WHA- *Sigh* … alrighty … guess the fun had to end eventually … FINE!!! We can end it … ON ONE PROMISE THOUGH!!!” oh boy … I'm not gambling or drinking anymore, so don't even try it. “NO No no … we go get burgers or somethin, I'm starvin and could eat a goddamn homeless man … or a hooker … or both.” “You're fucking gross and need to be evaluated.” Haha yeah ok fine … come to think of it, have we even eaten yet? After a long pause and many head turns to the sky moments, as to capture the light of an idea, we all come to the conclusion that … no … we hadn't really. We've been serving in the desert heat roaming from casino to casino on little snacks we'd pick up at bars (peanuts, granola bars and gummy bears) and drinks from said bars! (Tequila, Jack Daniel's and Choice Vodkas) … “I've been mostly drinking water, and I've packed nutrition bars I've been eating from my bag throughout … You two haven't eaten anything nutritional at all?” … … … “Dear lord … you two need to grow up and plan ahead! You need an emergency bag filled with everything you'd need *zip*” She rustled around in her bag, pulling out all the emergency items she had deemed necessary. “*Rustling* Water Bottle *Rustling* Nutrient Bar *Rustling* Moisturizer and Face Crème *Rustling* Bandaids, Medical Glue, Sewing kit, Tampons, Toothbrush and Toothpaste … Hypoallergenic Lotion and Shampoo/Body Wash.” Are you allergic to most soaps? I thought you used the name-brand stuff? “HALF OF THAT SHIT IS FUCKING USELESS!!! And JESUS How much can you fucking fit in THERE … IT'S LIKE A CLOWN CAR!!!” “No it's just for others that might need it and may be … J shut up … Makeup wipes, contact solution, bug spray or eucalyptus oil for those allergic or sensitive, sunscreen and coconut oil *Rustling* And oh Yeah!! a micro heating pad, with spare fluffy socks!” … We stood in amazement … How'd you fit a whole ass heating pad in there? “BRO I COULD MAKE A BETTER KIT!!! Fuck your nutrient bars … UHHH EVER HERE OF A LITTLE THING CALLED AN MRE!!!” “You're fucking retarded, here, here *Zip* and just for the record … I have more emergency stuff in my car, just hidden” She handed us both protein granola bars with extra fiber. Thanks. “Yeah this will do I guess … I still want burgers though!” We can get burgers, M … will you please drive? I'll pay. “Auuuuggghhh … fine … where to?” How about … Fat Boy Burgers? “HELL YEAH!!! *Rubs stomach* I can put down a burger like a fat man for sure … then drop a fat man in the toilet later!!” *Tsch* Haha you're a damn child … what'd yah say M? “Yeah sure … I want a salad though, do they have any salads?” Uh yeah looks like it! “Then yeah sure, let's go you two” She said while walking off slowly towards her car, swinging her keys around her finger. “TO SEE THE FAT MAN!!!” Haha Yeah! “BEAR WITNESS VEGAS!!! FOR I THE JESTER!!! WILL TAKE DOWN THE LARGEST FAT MAN BURGER THAT THE FAT MAN CAN OFFER!!!! … And feel … Perfectly Fine!!!” ... [To Be Continued]