#isiah tongue

[lacomandante]

Sharpe’s Rifles (1993)

Bonus:

[420b1a2eit]

Ryujin's Review

Ryujin x BBC(3)

1598 words

tags: foursome, BBC, rough sex, double penetration, spitroast, etc.

Ryujin stretched out on the plush king-sized bed in her Los Angeles hotel room, excitement bubbling through her veins. She'd taken Yuna's advice and eagerly made three bookings on a certain app. Dredd, Louie, and Isiah—all with impressive reputations and even more impressive endowments.

She stared at herself in the mirror, admiring her toned physique. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated confidence and anticipation. Her tight abs and thick thighs were testament to her dedication to calisthenics and martial arts. She'd dressed to impress in black lace lingerie, the delicate fabric hugging her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

The knock on the door jolted her from her reverie. She opened it to find the three men standing there, each exuding an aura of raw masculinity. Dredd, the tallest, had a dark, commanding presence with his chiseled jaw and intense eyes. Louie, with his playful grin and muscular build, exuded a sense of wild energy. Isiah, the quietest, had an air of quiet dominance, his broad shoulders and ripped abs hinting at untamed strength.

Without a word, they stepped inside, and the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Dredd was the first to act, his large hand wrapping around Ryujin's wrist, pulling her close. He kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth, while Louie and Isiah watched, their eyes dark with lust.

Ryujin moaned into Dredd's mouth, feeling her arousal spike. Louie moved behind her, his hands sliding over her hips, squeezing her ass through the thin fabric. "You ready for us, baby?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Fuck yes," she gasped, her voice trembling with excitement.

Dredd's hand moved to her throat, squeezing lightly as he guided her to the bed. He pushed her down, and Ryujin landed on her back, her legs spread invitingly. Louie and Isiah were quick to undress, their massive cocks springing free, hard and ready.

Isiah stepped forward, his cock inches from Ryujin's face. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. She obeyed eagerly, her mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. He thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and drool.

Dredd knelt between her legs, tearing away her panties and exposing her wet pussy. "Such a tight little cunt," he growled, his fingers sliding inside her, spreading her open. Louie joined in, spanking her ass hard, making her yelp around Isiah's cock.

"Take it all, bitch," Isiah snarled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Ryujin's eyes watered, but she loved every second, her body on fire with desire.

Dredd replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing into her tight, wet heat. Ryujin screamed around Isiah's cock, the sheer size of Dredd stretching her to the limit. Louie moved to her side, grabbing her hair and yanking it back, his hand slapping her face lightly.

"Look at you, such a perfect little whore," Louie taunted, his voice dripping with lust. "You love being used, don't you?"

Ryujin nodded as best she could, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, I love it," she gasped when Isiah pulled out momentarily, giving her a breath before shoving back in.

The room filled with the sounds of their rough, primal fucking. Dredd pounded into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass, while Isiah fucked her mouth with brutal intensity. Louie alternated between spanking her and whispering filthy words in her ear, his own cock rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

"Such a good slut, taking all of us so well," Dredd praised, his voice gruff. He increased his pace, driving into her harder, each thrust hitting her G-spot, sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

Isiah's grip tightened in her hair, and he came with a roar, his cum flooding her mouth, forcing her to swallow. He pulled out, leaving her gasping and drooling, her lips swollen and red.

Louie took his place, pushing his cock into her mouth without hesitation. "Suck it, bitch," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Ryujin complied, her tongue swirling around his shaft, sucking eagerly.

Dredd's thrusts grew erratic, and he soon followed, filling her pussy with his hot seed. He pulled out, his cum dripping from her swollen lips.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he panted, collapsing beside her. Isiah and Louie soon joined, their bodies spent but their eyes still filled with desire.

Ryujin lay between them, her body aching in the best possible way. She had never felt more alive, more desired, more utterly used and satisfied.

"Ready for round two?" she asked, her voice hoarse but eager. The men exchanged grins, their cocks already twitching back to life.

"Oh, we're just getting started," Louie promised, his hand sliding down to tease her still-sensitive clit. "This night is far from over, slut."

Ryujin's heart raced as Louie's fingers expertly teased her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her already sensitized body. The men shifted around her, their predatory gazes never leaving her flushed and eager face.

Isiah, recovered from his initial release, was the first to move. He spread Ryujin's legs wider, positioning himself between her thighs once again. His cock, still slick from her mouth, lined up with her entrance. "Ready for more?" he asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Yes, fuck me," Ryujin moaned, her hips bucking up to meet him. Isiah thrust into her with a powerful stroke, filling her completely. She cried out, the sensation of being stretched anew overwhelming her senses.

Dredd moved behind her, lifting her upper body slightly to position her on her hands and knees. He ran his hands down her back, gripping her hips as he aligned his cock with her tight, puckered hole. "I'm going to take this sweet ass, slut," he growled, the tip of his cock pressing against her.

Ryujin's breath hitched, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through her as Dredd slowly pushed inside. She clenched around him, the fullness intense but exhilarating. "Oh fuck, yes," she gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

Louie, not to be left out, moved to the side, his cock brushing against her lips. "Open up, bitch," he commanded, his tone rough and commanding. Ryujin obediently parted her lips, taking him into her mouth, the taste of his pre-cum mixing with the remnants of Isiah's release.

The three men established a rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Isiah pounded into her pussy, his thrusts hard and deep, while Dredd claimed her ass with relentless force. Louie's cock filled her mouth, the sound of her sucking and gagging adding to the symphony of their rough, primal fucking.

"You're such a good little whore," Louie praised, his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft. "Taking all three of us like a pro."

Ryujin's muffled moans were the only response she could manage, her body quaking with pleasure. The combined sensation of being filled so completely, of being used so thoroughly, was pushing her to the edge.

Dredd's hand snaked around to her front, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight, rough circles, driving her wild. "Cum for us, slut," he growled, his voice low and demanding.

The command sent her over the brink. Ryujin's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping and crying out. Her walls clenched around Isiah, milking his cock, driving him closer to his own release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Isiah groaned, his pace becoming erratic. He buried himself deep inside her, his hot seed spilling into her, adding to the mix of fluids already dripping from her.

Louie followed suit, pulling out of her mouth to stroke himself to completion. He aimed his cock at her face, thick ropes of cum splattering across her cheeks, her lips, marking her as theirs.

Dredd was the last, his thrusts growing wild and desperate. He gripped her hips tightly, his own release crashing through him as he filled her ass with his cum. The sensation sent another wave of pleasure through Ryujin, her body quivering in the aftermath of their brutal, satisfying encounter.

The room was filled with the heavy sound of their breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex. Ryujin collapsed onto the bed, her body spent but utterly sated. The men lay beside her, their hands lazily caressing her skin, their eyes filled with a mixture of lust and satisfaction.

"You were incredible," Isiah murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. "A perfect little slut."

Ryujin smiled, her body still humming with the remnants of their shared pleasure. "I'm just getting started," she replied, her voice a sultry promise of more to come.

Dredd chuckled, his hand squeezing her ass possessively. "Good, because we've got all night."

The night stretched on, filled with the sounds of their passionate, unrestrained fucking. Ryujin reveled in every moment, each touch, each thrust, each filthy word a testament to her insatiable desire. The men took her again and again, their stamina seemingly endless, their need as voracious as hers.

By the time dawn began to break, casting a soft glow through the hotel room, Ryujin lay exhausted but blissfully satisfied. She'd been used, filled, and pleasured in ways she'd only fantasized about. The memory of this night would stay with her forever, a reminder of the raw, uninhibited passion that had consumed them all.

As she drifted off to sleep, nestled between the warm, strong bodies of her lovers, she couldn't help but smile. Yuna had been right—the app was worth every single star.

[miracleonice87]

the camp letter

a/n: the requested note (which turned into more of a letter — I’m a writer, what did you expect?) written by Mrs. Kelce, from “new heights, new news, new baby.” enjoy!

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“NHL tournament kicks off in my room in ten, big fella!” Isiah Pacheco called through the door after a few raps of his knuckle.

Travis smiled to himself, pushing his now-empty unpacked duffle into the dorm closet and clucking his tongue.

“You know I ain’t missin’ that, son!” Travis assured. “Be right there.”

As Isiah’s footsteps retreated down the hall, Travis grabbed the last piece of luggage on his bed, his toiletry kit, and walked it into the bathroom to hang up. Upon opening the flap, a piece of white notebook paper fell to the counter, folded so only the top of the page was visible.

Open when you get to camp! it read in your unmistakable penmanship. With an enamored grin, Travis quickly lifted and unfolded the page.

87,

the salutation read.

At that simple greeting, his throat tightened with emotion.

Oh boy… he was in for it.

He wandered to take a seat on the bed as he continued.

With another Super Bowl celebration summer coming to a close, another season is now on the horizon and it just might be the most special one yet.

I remember the first time you invited me to Chiefs camp when we had just started dating, watching all your teammates’ kids run to them after practice, watching them chase after footballs, watching their dads throw them up in the air and tote them around so proudly, and I remember thinking, “I hope that’s gonna be Travis someday with our own kids.” Sure, that happened just a little sooner than we planned, but with each day that passes, I only grow more excited to share this with you, and to make those football-centric memories with our little one, and hopefully more little ones to come.

I can’t wait to hold our baby in the stands and explain to them what you do for a living, Trav. I can’t wait to see how excited they get waiting for you on the sideline for a pregame kiss, then watching you ball out. I can’t wait to watch them meet you in the tunnel or the suite after a game, win or lose, and love on you like I do. I can’t wait to see them run around Arrowhead with Sterling and Bronze, and, as much as possible, take them to games with Wy, Ell, and Benny, watching them spend time together and clap for their daddies.

When I close my eyes, I can so vividly see another Super Bowl win, finding you in the midst of another red and gold confetti snowglobe, but this time, with our kid in my arms. I can envision you on the podium with Coach Reid and Patrick, a Lombardi in one arm and a baby in the other. And as much as I already miss you, despite you still being just a couple of rooms away as I write this, we both know that camp is the first step toward making that happen.

We are so lucky to get to do this at all, Trav, but I feel impossibly lucky to get to do this with you. Thank you for being the man that you are – I can’t tell you how much I admire your drive, your passion, your work ethic. You are the best teammate, captain, leader, friend, husband, brother, son, and daddy-to-be that I’ve ever known, and I know you’ll instill your best qualities in our little one.

I love you so fucking bad, Travis Michael. Have fun, be safe… go be great. See you soon.

XO

Silent tears were dripping down Travis’s cheeks and nose as he finished the letter, a fond smile permanent on his lips. God, he was the lucky one, to get to be able to play this silly game he loved so much with your full support backing him. And the thought of you and your baby cheering him on, together, in just a few more months… man, that made him actually giddy, despite the tears he was still trying to get under control.

A moment later, the only person who would ever push open the door to his room unannounced did just that — his quarterback and best friend entered with a casual “you comin’ to play Chel, you hockey freak?” before his eyes actually landed on Travis. Patrick was fearful for just a moment, seeing his friend so emotional, then the tight end met his gaze and held up the piece of notebook paper covered in your neat writing.

Travis cleared his throat and announced, “Letter from home. Got me.”

Patrick smiled, taking a few steps toward him to squeeze his shoulder.

“I gotchu,” he said understandingly. “All good, though?”

Travis nodded emphatically, beaming even as he wiped his watery eyes with the flesh of his thumb.

“So good,” he assured the fellow dad.

Patrick nodded, too, and pawed Travis’s arm affectionately.

“Glad to hear it. Take all the time you need, man,” he directed. “I’ll go take the first round with the hooligans.”

Travis giggled and reached to dap up Patrick, the quarterback giving him a warm hug.

“Thanks, brother,” he said softly.

As Patrick left the room, Travis gave the letter one last brief read, then pulled out his phone, screen lighting up to display his lock background — you from the back in an 87 jacket after this most recent Super Bowl, being hoisted in his arms the very moment you found each other on the field. Smirking proudly at the memory, he unlocked the phone and opened his text thread with you.

Just read your letter, you sneaky lil thing, he tapped. My god, you know how to make a 6’5” NFLer weep like a baby! Thank you for writing it, sweetness. I love you so much. Less than four days now until I hug you and baby Kelce again 😍🤰🏻 Tell Mama I said hi and I love her! Call you later 😘

With that, he hit send, took a deep breath, tucked the letter into an empty drawer for safekeeping, and headed toward Isiah’s room — which was already echoing with his teammates’ raucous cheers and jeers — all while wondering what the hell he ever did to deserve a life so damn sweet.

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Hola👋🏻 I was wondering that can you write a fic that Hex calls Isiah in the middle of the night to say "can u come get me?"

I knoooow that Hex would rather die to say that such a thing at first hand but well, Arnie was quite shaken since the accident and Hex wouldn't want him to worry him again🤷🏻‍♀️ i'm sure you find a better reason for this but maybe he was hurt pretty bad over a pack fight, or saving someone from his pack or sth. Hex would normally handle this quite well, but what about the other group is outnumbered and Hex's shadow is a bit weaker than normal when it comes to healing since he overused it recently?

Idk if this idea making any sense but I'm excited with the idea that Hector has to call Isiah for help, especially for himself awww🤭🤭

This is an absolutely excellent idea and I had been obsessed with it since I saw it! Thank you so much!!

Big brother for help

Hector forced his eyes open. He couldn't remember when he closed them.

Everything was blurry and spinning, the ground coming in and out of focus...the ground? Why was he on the ground?

He lifted himself up on shaky hands. Did he pass out? It couldn't have been long, because nobody found him. There were shouts coming up a few streets down, the Stark wolves following him, but if he had really really passed out, they would have found him already.

And finish what they started.

There was blood running down his arms and neck all over his shirt. The smell should have been enough - would have been enough for older wolf too - but the Stark wolves were just pups. Teenagers.

It was enough to go upwind and hide behind the buildings to block the smell and their tracking.

He tugged the jacket tighter around himself. Throwing it over the wounds haphazardly helped keep him off radar, but the bite wounds under him that marred his arms and torso were bleeding all over. The sticky feeling of blood clogging up on his skin made him shudder.

Another bad thing was that his sense of smell was shot, the iron scent of his own blood too strong in his nose. Or maybe his nose was bleeding too or it had blood on it from him swiping his bleeding hands over his face. Who knew.

This was starting to be a bit of a problem though.

Hector tried to stand and found that his legs were too shaky - there were bite marks under his pants too, but not strong enough to pierce the cloth, just to claw up the skin underneath.

His vision blurred out again and he spat onto the sidewalk. Yep, his spit was bloody too. Just his luck.

Maybe he was bleeding internally too, because when he pulled at his shadow, it was his stomach it focused on instead of the giant open wounds seeping blood all over him. His middle felt heavy too, like it was bloating up, growing in proportions. There were sloshing sounds now when he tried to move, like his belly was filled with liquid.

Not the kind of liquid it could digest.

But who was he supposed to call? There was a problem with the Stark wolves, he was the strongest wolf in his branch. If he couldn't handle it, there was hardly anyone else who could. Who should.

He crawled down the sidewalk, shivering. There was a wet red trail behind him. It felt like he was leaving parts of him behind as he moved.

There was one person he could call. Someone strong enough to help, someone who could handle this and who would actually be willing to do so. Only one.

Hector didn't want to call him.

It was lame and stupid, to call someone from another pack to get involved with his business. And it was terrible specifically for Hector as the branch leader that he couldn't keep order in his own territory.

He also didn't want him in particular anywhere near, when he was losing.

Hector was not going to be the kind of person who called his big brother anytime he couldn't handle something.

The noises came closer again as Hector shuffled on his hands and knees behind a corner, breathing hard. He felt sick, tasting iron on his tongue and he felt weaker by the minute.

Maybe this really wasn't the right hill to die on.

He leaned back against wall and pulled out his phone out of his pocket. With shaky fingers dripping blood, he found Isaiah's number.

Couldn't he just message him?

Then again, it was two in the morning. If Isaiah wasn't awake, he would see this way too late.

Hector swallowed back the blood and saliva gathering in his throat and hit the call icon.

...

Isaiah came to his location quickly and quietly as a shadow, long black coat flying behind him dramatically.

At the sight of Hector he didn't yell. It was all very professional. He just narrowed his eyes and let his shadow cover the street.

He wasn't hiding his location or power. No, he was announcing himself.

No, even more, Hector realized, he was chasing them out from the streets onto the main square. Gathering up all the wolves that attacked Hector.

They ran rather quickly, trying not to look behind them at the large shadow filling the streets like a flood of pitch.

"Stark pack. How wonderful," Isaiah murmured, passing Hector without a glance, like he wasn't seriously injured. "If I may, boys, what exactly are you doing on the Wolfson territory in the middle of the night?"

Hector didn't reveal himself to them, but he had a good angle to watch from across the square.

The wolves in question were young, barely out of teenagehood. Which meant strong shadows and powerful energetic bodies with very little sense or experience. They posed a threat, capable of going against untrained elders.

One of the older wolves who might have fancied himself the position of the leader of the group said boldly: "We were taking a claim on a piece of the territory. We have a right to make ours bigger by taking from others...sir."

Isaiah looked around like he was considering it. His voice was entirely smooth and unmoved, like this wasn't something that upset or surprised him, but there was a stern edge of power to it. "Yes, that is a valid reason. It just makes me wonder why you think this should be done secretly at night. Without the patrols standing guard, because they trust the alliance with the Stark pack."

The oldest boy had the decency to look down while the others visibly cringed.

"I'm also assuming you don't know who you were facing either."

Hector supposed that was good for him though. His reputation might have helped, but this loss would hurt it a lot.

"You want to lead an assault? Take a bite from the quarter? Go ahead. Use strategy. Attack your peers. Fight one-on-one to see who will win. This kind of group attack against one, how far you were willing to go...what exactly do you think would happen tomorrow? No information who you are fighting is sheer irresponsibility. If this was one of the higher ups of the Wolfsons, you would have the rest of the pack on your case tomorrow. You could have started a war if the injuries were lethal."

Hector scoffed under his breath. He wouldn't die because of a bunch of barely grown pups attacked him. Okay, maybe they weren't that much younger from him and there was more than six of them and he underestimated the numbers a little...

"It's entirely natural and understanble for pups your age to lead attacks and missions," Isaiah continued, purposefully insulting the young men by calling them pups. "But what exactly do you think it proves to gang up on a wolf like that? It certainly doesn't prove your strength. Or any sense of honour or good will. Or manners. Or skill or knowledge of etiquette."

That had all the boys bowing their heads in shame.

"Anyone can be defeated by numbers. That doesn't make you strong as individuals. And it doesn't make for a very good image for your pack, when its pups think they don't need to respect rules or order, when it can overwhelm with numbers alone. You know why we don't do it that way?"

There was a beat of silence, as none of the boys dared to speak up anymore.

"Because someone will always have more people than you. It would turn into chaos. No skill, no purpose, no morals. Like a bunch of animals." Isaiah curled his lip in disdain. "Actually, real wolves act with more sense than you."

Another heavy silence followed while Isaiah's shadow pulled closer around him like a giant black lake in the middle of the square. It was a frightening sight.

The boys kept their heads down, their shadows pulled back like tails between their legs. The first one might really had the most brains, cause he went down on one knee, bowing in apology. The others followed suit a heartbeat later.

"You will go back home and tell your elders what happened," Isaiah commanded, "and you will accept any punishment they give you or you can be sure I'll hand it to you myself."

It took a bit more of Isaiah's shadow threateningly waving from one side to the next until the kids got the clue they were dismissed.

Hector slumped more against the wall, closing his eyes until he felt Isaiah coming closer to him.

Isaiah didn't crouch down and didn't offer any sympathy. His face was stone cold, and his eyes burned with criticism that would have Hector recoiling from him, if he had the energy. "And you."

"Me what?"

"What exactly were you thinking? Alone, without backup plans, with a compromised shadow?" Isaiah's shadow didn't go down yet either, curling around angrily. It sort of surrounded them both like enormous bat wings hauled over the ground.

"They were just kids. I simply didn't expect them to be so many." The report talked about a trio. And Hector went alone because he had been MIA for the last week since the accident and wanted to make up for the lost hours. As much good as that did.

"Or you were simply arrogant. Going out so soon after the incident, when your shadow isn't ready to heal you so fast yet. This is why you take at least two wolves with you, out of sight if needed. And you certainly don't go around risking yourself as the branch leader. Do you even realize the responsibility you have for the whole pack? What would happen to them if they found you dead in the Danube in the morning?!"

Hector head ached. "Geez, chill out. I wouldn't die."

"Oh yeah, you look so okay to me. I told you, you are pushing yourself too much with too little help-"

"Christ, fine," Hector growled. "I don't need a lecture. Sorry I disturbed your fucking sleep. Thanks for the help. Night."

Did Isaiah really have to make such a big deal out of a little bit of bite injuries and blood? Hector was counting on him being calm and helpful in that kind, subdued manner he had been with him lately. If he expected half of this coldness, he wouldn't have dared to call.

Except maybe this wasn't coldness. This wasn't distance. It was something else Hector wasn't used to.

"Yeah, sure, you dumbass. I'm just gonna leave you to bleed out on the fucking street. That's what I'm here for." Isaiah finally bend down, throwing Hector's arm around his neck unceremoniously and lifting them both up.

Hector bit back a groan, head spinning immediately at the movement. He felt something slimy climb up his throat, but managed to swallow it back down.

Isaiah was uncharacteristically rough as he dragged him over the empty night street to his car. He also stayed silent, glaring in front of himself while his shadow swirled around them like a protective orb.

Isaiah opened the door on the backseat, tossing Hector inside with a little growl.

Hector should have been very curious and maybe alarmed by the display of anger. The last time Isaiah acted like this, they were still back home. Isaiah as Executioner getting coldly angry and disdainful...usually in reaction to various troubles, provocations and insults that Hector threw at his way to get his attention.

Except his head was buzzing too much and he was making quite the heroic effort in swallowing down hot vomit tasting a lot like blood. He pressed his lips tightly together as another wave of nausea rolled through him.

His arms twitched a little to the direction of his bloated stomach, but the pain that sparked at various places on his arms had him abounding the effort quickly.

Isaiah glared at him, before tugging at the sleeves of his jacket and pulling it off without warning.

"Oww. Be careful, would you?" Hector hissed in pain as the cloth pressed into his wounds, curling into himself. The sticky blood coming down with the fabric felt like it was tearing at his skin.

He had three bite wounds on his right arm and two on his left. They came from shadows when they assumed very wolf like forms during assault moves. They were deep, ragged and open, all the way in his flesh. Not bleeding as strongly anymore, the blood clotting obediently after the first sweep of his shadow. The wounds refused to close though.

Isaiah scowled as he inspected them without touching. "I'll bind them to stop the bleeding. Concentrate on them with your shadow as much as you can. They will get infected if you leave these open for long."

Then he looked down at Hector's pants, seeping a bit of wetness at the places of the bites.

"'eve them," Hector waved him off. "Not that deep." Certainly hurt a lot less.

"Anything else?"

Hector wondered how he should explain the pooling heaviness in his stomach. Was he making it up or was that some kind of real problem? Like internal bleeding?

The blond reached for his shadow, letting it decide where to concentrate, what to heal. It did indeed choose his torso as its focus, needling around at something deep inside that has his skin crawling. He let out a pained gasp, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain lessened, though the heavy feeling did not.

His shadow receded at that, like an elastic cord snapping shut. He couldn't hold it stretched for longer.

He slumped back in the seat, panting from the exhaustion and from the shameful prickles left in the wake of Isaiah's disapproving green eyes.

Hector must have dozed off. Only the sharp sting of pain had his eyes shooting open.

Isaiah was wrapping his left arm in bandages. Quite tightly. "Hold still," he commanded in the same voice he used on the enemy wolves.

Hector squirmed, the pain worsening the hot sticky feeling at the back of his tongue. "Isaiah-"

"Shut up and keep still for once. I need to finish this last one-"

"Isaiah- for real-" Hector leaned forward, his own body feeling like a weight that dragged him down. "Get- o-out of the way-"

It was all he managed before the burning liquid went up his throat and shot out his mouth.

Isaiah jumped away on instinct, in time for Hector to vomit blood into the gap between the open car door and the sidewalk. Hector lurched forward painfully, almost involuntary movement as another wave went up.

Dark red droplets sprayed over the sidewalk and on the road beneath it. The smell and taste had Hector retching again, almost falling forward and out, wasn't it for Isaiah gripping his shoulder.

Hector burped up another mouthful of the bloody puke, coughing to clear his throat. He sagged forward, caught by Isaiah's hands as his older brother propped him back up against the seat.

Hector's body have a whole-bodied shudder. But his stomach felt lighter, better somehow. The nausea went down considerably, though now he could feel the burning on his arms more strongly.

He balled his hands into fists at his sides, moaning.

Isaiah sighed into his ear, carding a hand through Hector's sweaty hair. It was the kindest touch he gave him all evening.

Hector felt something unraveling inside him at the sensation, sniffling. He was drowning in various kinds of liquids today.

"Hey, you are going to be okay. Your shadow will come back in a few hours and the injuries will get better quickly. It's all over now," Isaiah said quietly, regaining some of his usual softness.

Hector felt stress tears from the pain slipping down his cheek, wondering if he was dirty and bloody enough for it not to be noticeable. "That's not how it usually looks like. I can handle a fucking handful-"

"I know." Isaiah sat down on the edge of the seat beside Hector, wrapping an arm around his back. "It's not because you are weak. It's the strong ones that get hurt the most. You stand at the front, you bear all the risk, you face all the odds."

Hector sniffled again, but he couldn’t help leaning into Isaiah's side.

"I'm sorry," Isaiah said, shifting so Hector could lie against his shoulder more comfortably. "I get frustrated when I see how- when I see you get hurt for something that could have been prevented."

Hector shut his eyes, his tired mind figuring why Isaiah didn't feel distant. The older wolf was very much present.

"I wouldn't have called if I could help it just a little," Hector said in a small voice.

Isaiah ran his hands through Hector's hair again, scratching against his scalp. "No. I meant, you should call me sooner than this happens. Take me with you. I deal with packs all the time, why couldn't I help you? Before you get all torn up and bloody, preferably."

Hector snorted. "You wanna come have some fun next time? I won't leave you much to do though."

Isaiah's voice had a sparkle in it as he said: "We'll see who will get them first."

[banannabethchase]

I wish you would write a fic where Adam keeps coming back to the locker room and finding his crossword puzzles completed and he has no idea who it is but when he finds them he's going to strangle them because those are his crossword puzzles, damnit! (it's Nick, and when Adam finds out and doesn't strangle him, he's very disappointed.)

Finding the Words - also on AO3

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Somebody keeps taking Adam's crossword puzzles and finishing them before he can get to them.

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This prompt was quite literally from September. WHOOPS.

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Adam yawns and look down at his bag. He’d been planning on sitting down and finishing up his crossword puzzle. Decompress from the meeting.

The crossword puzzle is done already.

He bends at the knee and picks it up, studying the handwriting. He thinks, if he tries hard, he could find it familiar. But he isn’t sure who did it.

He stands, sighing. “Which one of you finished my crossword puzzle?” he calls across the locker room. It’s cramped today, the venue poorly designed with one huge room with small, connected offshoots instead of different sets of rooms. Adam hasn’t shared a locker room with this many people in a long time. There’s a few people he’s both hoping and dreading running into. With their gear bags, it’ll be impossible to miss them.

Isiah Kassidy, head in Daniel Garcia’s lap, rolls his eyes. “Nobody messed with your shit, dude.”

“We weren’t really watching, though,” Danny corrects. Zay pinches his thigh. “Ow! What?”

Adam rolls his eyes and lets them have their moment, and sets his crossword down. A bit begrudgingly, he settles instead for the word search.

~

It happens the next Dynamite. And the next. And the next. After the second time, he’d started picking up two newspapers and hiding one of them at the bottom of his bag. He’d frown at the completed puzzle, pull out the hidden one, but he’d always find himself consumed with the question of who keeps filling them out.

He flips the second newspaper over and begins listing everyone he thinks it could be. Adam Cole is an easy guess – his idea of pranks tend to be a bit poorly thought up – but it almost feels too easy. Kassidy seems the type, but he’s been so wrapped up in Garcia that it seems unlikely he’d have the time to fill out a full puzzle before Danny got his hands on him again. Harley Cameron seems like the kind of strange person to mess with somebody else’s things, but he thinks she’d be really obvious about it.

There is one more person who has been known to mess with him similar to this. But it was a long time ago, and they were different people back then. And he’s not sure the people they are now are allowed to play the same games.

After a particularly stressful Dynamite, Adam takes an extra-long shower and steps out when he thinks everyone is gone for the night, forgoing the towel. He’d forgotten his conditioner in his bag.

And he sees Nick Jackson, leaning over his bag, frozen.

“Um.” Adam tries to cover himself with his hands, but there’s a limit to what he can block. “That’s my bag.”

“I know!” Nick says, too quickly. He stands and clears his throat. “Um. I mean. I know.”

“Why, uh. Why are you in my bag?”

Nick brushes off his shirt, eyes skittering from side to side. Adam tries to cover up more. “I – okay, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“This,” Nick gestures between the two of them. His eyes linger, for just a moment, on Adam’s bare chest. And he turns his gaze away again. “Where you pretend you don’t know it’s been me.”

“With the crosswords,” Adam says. He’d hoped. But he hadn’t taken the possibility seriously. “It was you.”

Nick laughs, and Adam loves how his eyes light up. “It’s been me,” he repeats. He leans against the lockers and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Adam can’t help but stare. “I was trying to get you to figure it out.”

“Why not just tell me?” Adam asks. “I – hold on. Do you have a minute or something?” He tries his best consoling smile. “I was in the middle of a shower and now I’m getting soap in my eyes.”

“And, like, you’re naked.” Adam glances at Nick to see him with a little smile on his lips. “You probably wanna take care of that.”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before.” Adam returns the smile.

It’s weird to shower, knowing someone is outside and waiting for him. But it makes him take his time, slow down. He doesn’t want to rush anything. He doesn’t want to go too quickly. To work on impulse or panic. He doesn’t want to repeat last time.

Adam leaves the shower with a towel around his waist and his hair dripping water down his back. He’s trying his best to seem nonchalant and calm about the situation. He’s not sure how well he’s pulling it off. “So,” he says, grabbing the extra towel and dabbing at his hair, “what’s up with stealing my crossword puzzles?”

Nick can’t meet his eyes, so Adam decides that’s normal and takes his time taking care of his hair. He keeps glancing over to Nick in the mirror, who is very clearly trying not to look at Adam and failing.

“Was this some weird pulling my hair on the playground thing?” Adam asks. He ties his hair up into a bun, trying to keep the curls under control, and pulls on a shirt.

“I mean, kind of,” Nick’s eyes widen and he turns around when Adam reaches for his jeans. It’s cute, almost, how Nick’s acting like he should be demure about this. “Sort of. I know you do the crossword. It was an easy way to get your attention.”

Adam laughs and zips up his jeans. “Alright, I’m decent.”

“You are,” Nick says, and the way his cheeks color tell Adam he didn’t mean for it to slip out. “I. Yeah.”

“You seem really nervous.” Adam leans up against the wall. He hopes it comes off nonthreatening, but he doesn’t know with Nick anymore. “Are you expecting me to get mad at you or something?”

“Well, kind of.” Nick shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. And then I – I don’t know, I finished the puzzle when you were out there doing a promo one day, and you seemed kind of…” He trails off. “Sort of intrigued? Like you were having fun trying to figure out who was doing it.” He finally looks at Adam’s face. Adam hopes he’s, at the very least, okay with what he sees. “And then I kept doing it, but I didn’t tell you. I thought you’d catch me ages ago.” He tries a smile. Adam tries to echo it. “And then you didn’t. Until today. And now it’s weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” Adam says.

Adam can see the moment Nick’s hope returns. “You don’t?”

“I mean, not weirder than you usually are.” He takes a few slow, hesitant steps toward Nick. “And I like the weird you usually are.” He’s closer to Nick than he’s been in months. “I always have.”

He doesn’t miss the way Nick’s eyes flicker down to his mouth. His heart is racing. “Four across today. The clue was about the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Blank chance.” He presses his lips together.

Adam steps back over to the newspaper. Four across. The word “second” is written in the familiar, all caps handwriting he used to see on notes before breakfast and Christmas gift tags. He doesn’t know how he missed that the first few things. “Is this you asking?” he says. He turns. Nick is right next to him.

“For a second chance,” Nick confirms. “Since, you know, we’re sort of a team again, and we’re putting the Elite back together, I was thinking –”

Adam knows what Nick is thinking. He doesn’t need to hear anymore – he hauls Nick in by the waist and kisses him. It’s familiar and new at the same time, the same lips on a changed man. Adam wants to hold this to himself for as long as he can have it.

Nick wraps his arms around Adam’s waist, pulling him in, laughing when his arms get trapped. He pulls back, beaming up at Adam. His sneakers must have a little lift in them. He’s taller than Adam remembered. “So is that a yes?” Nick asks. He pulls his arms out to drape them over Adam’s shoulders. Adam can’t focus on anything other than how warm Nick’s body is against his.

He nods. “You promise not to get weird about Adam Cole or some other random blond again?”

“Promise,” Nick says. “As long as you don’t get weird about Adam Cole again.”

“Promise,” Adam echoes. He leans in and kisses Nick again, crinkling the newspaper in his hand. He’ll keep buying two. Hopefully for the long term this time.

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Mini Playlist: Cut to the Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen Loved You Before - Peach PRC faceplant - LOLO Over Again - One Direction

[just-somehuman]

I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD AND I BRING YOU BIBLE VERSES THAT REMIND ME OF THE OM CHARACTERS ✨✨✨✨✨✨

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Lucifer - Galatians 6:2

"Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ."

Reminds me of Lulu because he tends to take on everyone's burdens as well as his own. He puts others before himself usually, and that's just mfmfmfmf <333

Mammon - Proverbs 18:24

"A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."

You can't look me dead in the eyes and tell me that Mammon hasn't always been the first to help them whenever MC needed it, and without hesitation too. Bro is so babygirl 🤭💖

Leviathan - Isiah 43:4

"Because you are precious in my eyes, and honoured, and I love you."

Sobbing everytime I read this verse.

These are the words Levi needs to hear because lil bro has a self-esteem the size of a molecule.

AND I KNOW SOME OF YOU NEED TO HEAR IT TOO 🔫🔫🔫

JESUS LOVES YOU, I LOVE YOU, WE ALL LOVE YOU ❤❤

Satan - James 3:17

"But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere."

Allow me a little over-analysis time hehe:

So basically Satan can be regarded as "wisdom" since he's the brains of the bros, and he technically came from the Celestial Realm since he was created just before the bros fell (or as they fell).

Ik ik he was created wrathful and vengeful, but he wasn't techincally. That anger isn't his: it's Lucifer's and his dad's. Imagine Satan being like a pure, clean, blank slate that was corrupted within seconds of his creation with anger that wasn't his.

TEARS RN 😭😭😭😭

Asmodeus - 1 Peter 4:8

"Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins."

I love this verse sm. Peter cooked, ate and left no crumbs.

Asmo loves the most out of the bros and it's so sweet <3

Beelzebub - Psalm 37:37

"Mark the blameless and behold the upright, for there is a future for the man of peace."

Beelie is generally (usually) the most calm out of the bros.

Lil homie so peaceful tho bc all he does is eat, work out, eat some more, love his bros, chill with MC, and eat again 😭

Belphegor - Matthew 5:4

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted."

Homegirl is still mourning the loss of Lilith.

I guess you could say MC was the comfort? 👁👁

Diavolo - James 2:24

"You see that a person is justified by works and not by faith alone."

AHFJKSJAKDJAK TO EVERY BELIEVER THAT SEES THIS, THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!!!!!!!

In relevance to Diavolo, it's more of him genuinely being a good person and not just in other demons' words.

Kind of 😭

Barbatos - Romans 12:12

"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."

And Barbatos is all of the above ✨

Except maybe the prayer one bc I don't think there's any distinct faiths in OM 💀

Luke - Philippians 4:13

"I can do all things through Him who strengthens me."

I think this is just such a Luke thing to say, especially since he's young and can't do much 🥹

Simeon - 1 Corinthians 13:4

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."

ANOTHER FAV OF MINE 💖

I don't think I even need to explain why this reminds me of Simeon.

Solomon - Eccesliates 1:18

"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief."

I present to you my favourite verse AND favourite book.

FUN FACT: King Solomon wrote Eccesliates, so these are the literal words of Solomon.

I guess not much more needs to be said as to why this reminds me of Solobro 💀

Thirteen - Psalm 41:7

"All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me."

Y'know I don't know much about Thirteen but I assume girl's got haters 😭

Raphael - Psalm 34:13-14

"Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit. Turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it."

Honestly I have no idea why this reminds me of him, it just does.

Mephistopheles - Romans 14:21

"It is good not to eat meat or drink wine or do anything that causes your brother to stumble."

Homie loves his lil bro more than anything, so he would do just about anything for him.

Pretty sure brother in this verse means neighbour or friend but it's the same thing.

BONUS:

Little D - 1 Corinthians 13:1

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal."

I HONESTLY JUST CACKLE EVERY TIME I READ THIS VERSE 😭😭😭

I'm pretty sure that Little D just wants to fit in with the rest of the squad though, so all of its yapping is with love 💖

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OKAY THERE'S MY LIST THINGY. IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY. I'LL MAKE AN ARR ONE TOO BC WHY NOT.

Also why was half the words cutting off at the end of each line when I made them small text lol 💀

[strandnreyes]

TK stands at the top of the key, ball tucked protectively against his hip, and then he pivots and drops it low on the other side when his defender makes a grab at it. 

He takes a quick glance at the scoreboard, finding only ten seconds left on the shot clock. Pearce is out to his right, and Tim beyond him in the corner, but TK sees the way Isiah is creeping out, ready to steal a pass to either of them. Carlos has two defenders on him to his left, but if TK can draw them away, he can kick a pass back out and swing it around to Mateo for a baseline three. 

He starts his dribble, knowing Mitchell is expecting him to go left, and he jabs once in that direction before crossing between his legs and sweeping past him to the right. He’s just as strong with either hand.

As expected, the defense swarms him in the lane, but TK’s already thinking a step ahead of them. He comes to a stop, jumping up and passing it back out to Carlos who has a defender back on him immediately, but Mateo is wide open in the corner now and all Carlos has to do is swing it over to him. Except Carlos only glances in his direction for a fraction of a second before looking back to the hoop, jumping up and taking the shot himself. It bounces off the rim, the rebound falling right into the hands of a defender, and then it’s being lobbed down the court for an easy layup. 

Judd’s whistle rips through the gym and their scrimmage effectively comes to an end. 

“Really, Reyes? We don’t swing the ball for thirty seconds so you can toss up a shot with two guys on you,” TK grits as he jogs to the huddle. 

Carlos gives him a sharp glance and then mutters, “If you passed the ball more often, I could take better shots.”

TK’s retort dies on his tongue as Judd starts recapping the practice. He tries to listen in, no doubt Judd will be looking for direct improvements on Monday, but TK is stuck replaying the scrimmage over and over in his head. Carlos’ comment about looking forward to working together seems so naïve now when they clearly don’t have the chemistry to be a good duo.  

They’ve been ending practice like this all week. It’s one thing to run drill after drill and hone in on the technical skills, but they need to apply them—as a team—if they’re going to win this season. And Carlos and TK can’t seem to get on the same page. 

Basketball is all about finding a rhythm, anticipating each other’s moves and swinging the ball to stay one step ahead of the defense. It’s eyes on every part of the court, looking for a player to get an open shot and a good one at that. 

But he and Carlos can’t find that together. If it’s Carlos in the paint with an offensive rebound, he doesn’t see TK unguarded at the top of the key. If TK’s driving into the lane, Carlos isn’t looking for the kick out. If TK’s hoping he cuts in, Carlos sets a screen instead. 

They're not compatible and it’s driving both of them to their breaking point. And now they’re snapping at each other, like Carlos did right before Judd called the huddle. 

“Alright,” Judd says once he’s done. “Everybody hit the weight room.”

TK clenches his jaw and before he can head off the court, he angles his head towards Carlos, holding his gaze as he coldly says, “I’m not a ball hog.” 

Carlos raises a brow. “Didn’t say you were. But just because you’re rusty and have a year of time to make up for, doesn't mean you’re not part of a team,” he says with a heat that TK had secretly been hoping to bring out, but Carlos’ words cause him to rear back.   

“I’m not trying to make up for anything,” TK says, taken aback by how hollow his own voice sounds. He made his choices and he has to live with them, but he doesn’t need the reminders of his mistakes from everyone else. “I’m playing the same game as I always have with this team since I started here three years ago.”

Carlos closes his mouth and TK feels a moment of victory. For a second TK thinks he’s going to walk away, but then he takes a breath and says, “I had at least five open looks, but you were more concerned with driving into the paint and tossing up a sloppy shot.”

TK huffs. “I know you were fed the ball constantly in Arizona, but there are other players on this team that can make a basket,” he spits, locking eyes with Carlos. “You’re gonna have to figure out how to get used to not scoring forty points a game.”

He storms away before Carlos can respond, stalking off to the weight room for their scheduled lift. He already knows the agenda for the day so he sticks his AirPods in and drops down onto a bench in the back corner, curling his fingers over the metal bar above him and ignoring the part of him that wonders if Carlos was right.

[drunktuesdays]

Hey it’s a4a anon coming again! The 10 part series was one of the few blessings of 2022 and I keep going back to it so thank you again 🥰. I know you mentioned having a few prompts and the only one I can remember was Eddie bottoming. And I just had so many scenarios in my head. Like would he hate it the first time and it’s something they don’t talk about but then he starts to warm up to the idea of trying it again but is too embarrassed to bring it up? Does he feel like since Garcia is an alpha, he’ll of course want to top and he drives himself crazy thinking that when Garcia is happy with how things are? Does he have a stupid “I have to give to him too” mentality that Garcia snaps him out of. Like how does it happen?? And how do they feel?

Also, as an aside, I’d love to hear Garcia’s pov from one of the parts. Like possibly their first time or part 10. I promise I’m not trying to be pushy. If you never answer this ask that’s fine. Just sending it with the hope that it inspires. 💛

Anon, please keep sending prompts and i will NEVER take it as pushy. i really really really appreciate it and i really promise i keep opening people's prompts as drafts and writing a little bit when i'm stuck on the Big Wip. i LOVE the idea of writing garcia's pov for their first time. i actually keep thinking about putting a4a on ao3, but then petering out because i think i'd more fully want to write out what happened in the beginning, and i think writing out garcia's pov would help figure out how i would tell it from eddie's pov.

it's just that i've been having the absolute worst time writing porn lately. i don't know what's going on with me, but i can't seem to shake anything loose. but i promise i did start writing bottom eddie, just slowly, and a little at a time.

i think my plan was actually to write eddie startled by the idea, and then brashly trying to cover up the fact that he was startled, and then actually talking himself into it by accident, and then he sort of dirty talks garcia through it--teasing him and goading him until garcia gives it to him for real and eddie loves it. and it becomes another thing they do, another thing he bosses garcia through.

well, actually, let me show you what i have so far--it's NOT a lot. i enjoyed myself doing the bantery setup and then my Porn Block hit.

obvs this is set after the events of A4A so eddie's a little more settled about how he and danny respond to each other.

"Okay," Eddie says. His heart is pounding, almost out of his chest. "So lets fucking do it then."

Danny looks genuinely startled, mouth falling open in a perfect o for a beat. Then, "Eddie, I was joking. Me and Isiah were fucking around, just being shitheads. I wasn't—"

"So you don't wanna," Eddie says, a little more brash than he really feels. "You don't wanna give it to me? Aight, if that's what you're sayin'. I got you, kid."

"Eddie," Danny says plaintively, sitting up straight on the couch. "I don't know what we're doing right now. Are you fucking with me?"

Abruptly, Eddie gets a handle on it in his mind. "Nah, man," Eddie says, smirking. "I said I understand—you don't think you could. It's a lotta work, sweetheart. You ain't ready. Maybe gotta do more squats and shit, work up those thigh muscles—"

"Oh fuck you, my quads are—"

"—since you just lay there and say oh Eddie please do me—"

"—perfect. Oh, fuck you. You're serious? You want it? You really want me to give it to you?"

"What have I been saying? Am I just talking to myself?" Eddie says, and then laughs when Garcia grabs his hand and yanks him up to his feet. "Look at you with the manhandling."

"You're gonna wish you were nice to me later," Danny says, in that real tough guy voice Eddie loves so much. He can't stop himself, and he reels Danny in, kisses him real close and sloppy and heated. Fucks Danny's mouth open with his tongue, gets a hand around the back of his neck and tightens it until Danny goes loose and liquid and pliant.  

When Eddie releases him, Danny's swaying on his feet, eyes dark and unfocused.  He blinks dazedly at Eddie when Eddie shoves at him.

"C'mon," Eddie says. "Ain't you gonna show me a good time or what?"  

They go to Danny's bedroom. The last time Eddie called it that, Danny said, "Mine, huh? When's the last time I slept in it alone?" and Eddie had retorted, "the day I admit to living in Buffalo is the day they put me in the ground, pardna."  He'd made them go to his place in yonkers the next two weekends off from teevee—Danny hadn't seemed to notice, so Eddie's still not exactly sure he won that argument. 

Eddie backs Danny towards the bed, familiar and soothing. Danny lets it happen until about right when his knees are are about to bang into the mattress, and then scoots, twisting Eddie 'til Eddie's the one landing on his ass among the pillows. 

"Cute," Eddie says, grinning. "You use that move on broads?"

"Just you," Danny says and goes for Eddie's jeans.

[roll1uptwice]

🎶You cut your hair about as short as your temper/ the prescription for dementia, start slipping an elixirs make it hard to remember/ As I recall it with your heart in a blender/ drinks spiking still chilling, put your life on ice and sink like me/ Actions of us/ lacking the passion, but think Righteous from pussy upon a tongue, to calling to hear my son/ Thought the remedy was balling, I'm falling down and I'm done/ Finna to be a workaholic, an alcoholic or somethin', I'm just calling baby.

[scribeforchrist-blog]

His Love Never Changes

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Romans 12:10 Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ 1 Corinthians 13:8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM LOVED BY GOD

I AM SURRENDING TO GOD

I AM GRATEFUL FOR MY GRACE

I AM FAITHFUL

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THOUGHTS:

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    Everyone should know how credit works; if we use it, it decreases a little bit, maybe because we allow a company to do a soft credit run, or maybe we apply for a credit card, and when we do this, our credit goes down. Some people quickly say no, don’t run my credit. If you miss a payment on your credit card, it goes down by a couple of points, and honestly, if you are working on your credit, you don’t want it to move at all; you want it to continue to go up.

   This is the same idea that some people think about how our Christian life works, and it doesn’t. When we sin, some of us have this idea that who we are in him decreases; we think oh, he loves me less because I have sinned, and that is not true. God loves us just the same; his love never changes. Our view on God may change or our thoughts, but his love will stay the same. Many people feel oh, it's just a little sin; I’ll be okay to do this or do that, and it's not my friends, but as we grow in him, a lot of us try to avoid sinning because we want to establish a strong relationship with God, the word tells us this.

 Isaiah 59:2 But your iniquities have separated you and your God, and your sins have hidden his face from you so that he does not hear.

  When sin, it separates us from God; when I was in Disneyland, I saw many kids holding their parents' hands. Could you imagine a child getting lost in a place that large? Hence, they had a firm grip on their hand. It’s the same with us. We must keep a grip on God's hand because if we aren’t careful, we can get lost in this world of sin. After all, there's so much going on. It is so much pulling us here and there. Still, when we hold his hand and allow NOTHING to get in our way, we are safe with him. This is not to say things won’t happen or we won't have that desire, but we could get lost when we take our hand from Him.

“your sins have hidden his face from you so he does not hear.”

  Sin creates this block between God and us, and a lot of times, we don’t see that he's not hearing us, or we don’t see that something isn’t right; some of us who are mature in the lord can tell immediately feel the difference , but some of you that are babes might not felt it yet, but you will you immediately know I have done something wrong to grieve the spirit. We want to correct this because until we correct it and find out what we did, we will forever be on the outside or be separated from God.

    I need you to hear me on this, my friends; this doesn’t make God love us any less if we sin; it doesn’t make him hate us and want to rain brimstones on us. No, it doesn’t, but what happens is that he wants you to figure it out, and the Holy Spirit will tell you if you ask, but his love doesn’t change at all,

 Romans 5:8 But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

   Read this verse carefully. If God loved us while we were sinners, while we were doing our dirt, why wouldn’t he love us now as his children? Why would his love for us change? It won't. We must understand that he loves us so much that he wants us to be right in his sight. He wants us to be in heaven forever with him, but if we aren’t going to surrender our hearts or change our ways, how can he let us in? We must turn from our ways and accept his love, and he will accept us.

 Isiah 42:6-8 “I am the Lord; I have called you in righteousness; I will take you by the hand and keep you; I will give you as a covenant for the people, a light for the nations, to open the eyes that are blind, to bring out the prisoners from the dungeon, from the prison those who sit in darkness. I am the Lord; that is my name; my glory I give to no other, nor my praise to carved idols.”

   It says here that he calls us righteous and will take us by the hand and keep us. We don’t have to ask; he will keep us if we want to be kept; he wants to give us what we need to succeed. He already has. He gave his son to be our savior, and he gave us the Word and the Holy Spirit to comfort us.    

    All we must do is walk in it and be righteous, stay away from the things that are here, and stop listening to man-made ideas; this is how God loves work; if you don’t know how it works, open your word and ask the holy spirit to show you it's too many people around this world thinking they aren’t love. He loves us. He doesn’t shake his finger. He doesn’t make us feel less. He wants to build you up and place you where you need to be!

 ***Today, we learned that unless we want to be lost, we must hold on to God's hand and that our sins will keep us away from God. I know that it’s hard to resist the urge to sin and that it’s hard to deny oneself, but friends, to have a relationship with God, we must deny ourselves. Righteousness and a holy life will be found on the narrow road, but if we don’t want to walk it, we don’t have to; if we say we are born again and love Jesus, we must hold on to God's unchanging hand.

  God's love doesn’t decrease for us; it doesn’t change; we have to understand this: a lot of us won't come to God because we feel ashamed, but he wants and desires for us to go to him and dwell  in his presence he wants us to see him with our whole heart and stay near the throne of grace.

We find this hard because so many people think that it’s okay to sin, and I want you to read this carefully we all have fallen  short of the glory of God, but it doesn’t give us the right to sin, we shouldn’t  intentionally sin, we must  avoid sin because we talked about grace the other day but grace is a gift that he gives us, but we never want to abuse it, but when we sin his love never increase or decrease it stays just same, and he loves us all the SAME !©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for today. We thank you for life, health, and strength, Lord; we give you praises, glory, and honor for never changing, for always holding our hand and never letting him go. Help us stay on the path of righteousness. Help us to be mindful of our actions, Lord; forgive us if we have ignored your unctions, and please give us strength. We love you and thank you, Lord; today, we learned about your love never changing, and thank you for that. Lord, please open our eyes to the sins. We have committed to help us change and surrender to you daily in Jesus' name, amen.

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REFERENCES

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+ Romans 5:15 But the free gift is not like the trespass. For if many died through one man's trespass, much more have the grace of God and the free gift by the grace of that one man Jesus Christ abounded for many.

 

+ 1 John 4:16 So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.

 

+ John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 7

Titus 2

Judges 8

2 Corinthians 6

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[monstersxxorxxmen]

52 for Elias from whoever

M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS. VOL. 4 {X} @speedsterandweedster

"Isiah," Elias moaned as the other man's strong hands and skilled tongue went to work on his ass "Fuck you're so good to me," he gave another moan burying his face in the pillow to muffle himself.

[ammoascending]

Isiah 54:17 No weapon formed against me shall prosper And every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, And their righteousness is from Me,” Says the LORD. 😬

[leohunter2020]

Leo loved the small things in life, just chilling at home and just being, with his husband around was one of his favorite. Leo had learned that life wasn't a bad thing. Life with his parents, yes that was a horrible life, but life with Isaiah was far from bad, life with isaaih was amazing, no matter what they did or didn't do. As long as they were together, Leo knew he would be safe and taken care of in any way possible.

Leo knew the reason behind communication being so extremely important to Isaiah, and if Leo was boing honest, he had grown to love how open Isiah was and how easy it was to talk to him. Leo had learned to communicate pretty well, he told Isiaha pretty much everything, sure sometimes it took him a minute to formulate how to say something, but their line of communication was clear. They shared their emotions, good or bad and leo had learned to love it. It was way better than what he had learned growing up, Men are tough, men don't get to have feelings, crying is bad and you don't share bad things.

Leo knew that isaiah meant every single thing he had vowed to Leo. But that didn't change the fact that Leo would always blame himself for what happened. He would always carry the guilt. His parents had built that within him, they had always told Leo that he was bad, that everything was always his fault and it was something leo struggled with shaking off. " okay, it was a situation we dealt with but... you know" Leo looked away. Leo always tried to see himself the way his husband saw him, but Leo struggled really hard with it. He just felt so broken and unfixable these days.

" babe... this is random... but have you been so extremely much at violets lately, because of Aiyden.. do you want a kid that bad?" Leo asked with the smallest of smirks. After hearing Isaiah say he really wanted to start a family soon, Leo could see the signs that had been around him lately with how his husband acted, It reminded him of baby fever or what he imagined it to be like.

Leo wanted a family with Isaiah and it being soon wasn't bad. Leo was just really worried about so many things. His mind easily spiraled out of control in all the what ifs. Leo especially worried about how they would get pregnant, and if the way they would pick would work. He didn't want to go through loss, and he didn't want to have to do it many times either. Leo was so scared

As soon as Leo felt his husband's thumb, Leo stopped chewing on his lips. It was one of the more common bad habits he had developed as a child. The excessive lip biting and skin tugging... when he was really nervous and uncomfortable, his lips sometimes ended up pretty raw. Leo could never grow nails either, cuz he bit them off before they could reach any length, he also had the habit of biting the back of his hand, or even his tongue, but one of his worst habits was probably digging his nails into his skin, worst out of the physical habits at least. The palm of his hands did not thank him when he went through those phases. these habits helped him cope and even tho he had such a supportive husband whom he could talk to about everything and whom gave these magical hugs that took all his worries away, Leo was still struggling to break the habits and keep them away.

"yeah? i have some money put away as well, when we started talking about it like a long time ago I started putting some away too" he said with a smile. The pair of them were not high spenders and used their money wisely. Leo loved how they were both on the same page there without talking much about it " babe, I dont feel like I need to for any other reason than I just wanna get out of the house more. Recovery is boring" he admitted, he would rather be out there saving lives than laying in bed taking it easy and riding the desk at work. In his opinion, the whole recovery was going way too slow. Leo knew that with their jobs, this was going to be even more tough than for most. But he knew that with Isaiah, it would be possible cuz he was oh so organized and smart.

Seeing Isaiahs giant adorable smile appear as Leo agreed to having kids soon, start the whole process, Leo couldn't help but smile as well. Leo wouldn't have gotten to this conclusion if it wasn't for Isaiah, but his Zaya was for sure ready for this new chapter and he wanted it too even tho he was a little more hesitant about it. He was excited too. " we are baby, we are ready to make the next step in becoming dads." he pecked his husbands' lips " we are going forward with it" he told him. " but what way do you wanna go about this?" he wondered, he remembered then talking about their options but he wasn't sure if they had come to a decision on it.

" not like that" he chuckled " not right now right now like fuck me right here and lets get pregnant.... also, I wouldn't want to be pregnant so if it was possible... you would have to take that up on yourself" he joked. Leo loved when his husband showed him his love, tho he still sometimes got uncomfortable, right here, right now, Leo was so in his head thinking about everything that he wasn't as much in the moment of love, when he wasn't, the attention and love sometimes turned in to overwhelming feelings of both fear and love. It was so strange to Leo how it got so mixed together. Leo really didn't understand himself. He didn't want Isiaah to stop, but at the same time, he felt himself make fists where his nails dug into the palm of his hand.

Isaiah loved walking into the living room to see his husband focused on something. Leo could exist in his own little bubble for a couple of minutes and it was sweet. Isaiah knew nudging the other would get his attention back onto him . However, sometimes, he just liked watching him from across the room and then smiling whenever Leo looked back at him. It felt nice to live in such harmony and peace.

Communication was an important factor in their relationship and something Isaiah deeply rooted into the relationship from the start due to his own trauma and not being fast enough to save other people around him (Gabriel). He had been too late. Gabriel had closed himself off from his family and wouldn't tell that what was wrong. Isaiah lived with the guilt of not being able to save his brother emotionally or physically and it's something that stayed with him until this day. Isaiah needed conversations to happen around him whenever they were needed - no matter how hard it might turned out to be.

Isaiah never wanted his husband to question all of his vows to him. Isaiah's vows were true and real and from his heart. He meant every word that he'd said at their wedding. "First things first, you didn't put me through anything. We dealt with a situation that never should have happened in the first place." He didn't put the blame of Leo at all. Leo's parents were too blame for abusing him for god knows how many years. Isaiah's head nodded as the other said that he already knew that Isaiah loved him more than anything else in the world. His husbands struggles didn't define him in Isaiah's eyes. He didn't look at his husband and see a broken man. He saw a hero, a firefighter, someone that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, someone who was healing.

The future was something Isaiah had been thinking a lot about lately. He kept going to Violet's at any chance that he could and got to see Ayiden there. That kid was like a nephew to him. He loved being able to watch superhero movies with him and take him out to places he might've not experienced before before Isaiah took him there. Fatherhood was a life long dream to him. It's all he seemed to want as of recently. Isaiah knew that his husband would make the perfect dad too. He didn't question it.

Having a kid was going to be a lot of responsibility and he knew they were probably going to experiences ups and downs before getting exactly to the place they wanted to be. However, it was a start and that's all that mattered to him. He could remember having a vivid dream about a week ago about a mini version of Leo running around the house. He woke up that morning wishing more than anything for it to be real. Isaiah knew his husband would make absolutely beautiful children.

He gently knocked his thumb against his husbands bottom lip to try and stop him from chewing and tugging on the skin that covered it knowing that it would cause a bump to raise. Isaiah noticed some of Leo's nervous habits come out to play sometimes but he didn't try and make a big deal out of them. Sometimes a simple touch as a reminder would be enough to stop him from doing it absentmindedly. Isaiah knew that habits probably stemmed from Leo's childhood. They were probably acted like comfort blankets to him at times.

Isaiah knew that the way about them getting a baby wasn't going to be as simple as a straight couple having one. It would be expensive. He didn't doubt that much. The price of a family would cost them. "It's going cost but I have some savings already. I started putting some money away for our future just in case." Isaiah tried to be smart with his money whenever he could be. He knew his future would come at a cost when it came down to having a family since the moment that he realised that he liked guys. "Please don't feel you need to rush back into work. I've thought about everything." Isaiah was organised and would always make sure it wouldn't weigh heavy on them.

His hand cupped his husbands face as the other agreed to starting the process of have a family hopefully someday soon if everything went to plan. It brought a rush of adrenaline into his heart. Isaiah couldn't stop the giant smile from entering his face. "Yeah? Are we really going forward with the possibility of us two being parents soon?" It's all he wished for in this world and couldn't help but to want to raise Leo's kids.

Isaiah raised a brow and pulled back from his husband with a chuckle. "Right now?" He playfully tugged on Leo's lower legs to pull him flat down against the couch. Isaiah's grin turned more into a smirk as he crawled over the space right above him. Isaiah's mouth pressed a line of kisses down his husbands neck as he pressed his warm body down against the other's and got caught up with showing him his love. "If only I could get you pregnant right this second on this couch then I would."

Obviously, it wasn't humanly possible for him to just go and impregnate his husband. Isaiah's hand ran down to his husbands sides as he sat back to admire the gorgeous view lying underneath him. He counted every blessing that this man was his man.

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Any Excuse to Dance - also on AO3

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Adam is watching everyone at this AEW party dance. He's even approached by some. But it takes someone unrelenting and talented to get him on the dance floor.

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Do I know why I want the two of them together? No. Am I sure it works? Yes. Title from FUCK by Snow Wife.

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Adam sips his beer slowly, eyes on the dance floor. Matt’s grinning, spinning Mox around. He looks happy. It used to hurt Adam, when Matt would look this happy and he wasn’t in the picture. There’s still the barest hint of ache, but it’s overshadowed by genuine contentment. Matt was his. Now Matt’s his best friend. And he’s got somebody else to take care of him now.

He sighs, taking another sip as the music shifts to something he remembers from middle school. He laughs into the cup, shaking his head.

“Didn’t expect you to be a wallflower, Page.”

Adam looks up to see Swerve walking toward him, swagger and confidence sending a jolt through Adam’s spine. It’s not, fear, exactly. But he’s not sure of the word for a dreadful anticipation. “Swerve.” Adam tries to keep his voice steady. “Here to harangue me into jumping you?”

Swerve’s grin spreads, pretty and deadly. “Harangue,” he says, hands clasped in front of him. “What a word.”

Adam shrugs, taking another sip. “Journalism teacher.” He’s not sure of Swerve’s intent here.

“Don’t see you dancing.” Swerve nods to the dance floor. “Too good for it?”

Adam sighs. “Haven’t found the right partner.” He wants it to be Swerve. But he can’t be connected to another person with the potential to tear him apart. “I’ve spent too much time dancing with people who want to take me out at the knee.”

Swerve tosses his head back and laughs, and god it makes Adam wish he was still self-destructive enough to taste that laugh. “You got a point there, Cowboy.” He runs his tongue along his bottom teeth, close enough to touch if Adam wanted to burn. Swerve looks him up and down. “We’d be terrible for each other.” He steps closer. “You sure that’s not what you want?”

Adam smiles. “I’ve been there before.” He looks over to Matt, who’s laughing as he wraps his arms around Mox’s waist. Mox leans down to catch him in a kiss, possessive and uninterested in a single other person in the room. “I think I want something different next time.” He doesn’t mention that he’s looking for what he first found when he and Matt met each other, someone he could take care of, someone who needed him and wanted a gentle touch and love. What he wants now is someone who won’t engage if he decides to rip his own soul apart.

Swerve shrugs. “Suit yourself, but know the offer’s always open.” He winks. “Even if we’ve just tried to kill each other.”

Adam nods, raising his glass to Swerve, earning a surprisingly soft smile in response.

Adam watches the action on the floor, bopping just a bit along with the music, until he sees a group gaining a circle around them. Isiah Kassidy and Daniel Garcia seem to be mid-dance battle, moving so quickly Adam can hardly keep up. He allows himself the luxury of watching since everyone else is.

He’s been watching Danny for longer than he wants to admit.

He finishes his cup as the song shifts from modern hip hop to a classic.

“Oh, god,” he says aloud, grinning. “What a throwback.” He can’t fight the urge to move, the flashback to middle school dances and college parties too much to resist. Usher’s voice pounds through the speakers – Adam’s enjoying the moment so much that he doesn’t even notice when someone steps in front of him.

“You’re having fun.”

Adam swallows, eyes locked on Danny. “What?”

“You’re dancing,” Danny says. “For real, the first time all night.” He tilts his head to the side, and it’s then that Adam realizes they’re almost eye level. “You got a thing for old music?”

“Old!” Adam says. “Okay, yeah, it’s from 2004, but it’s not old.” He offers a grin, feeling sheepish. “I’m old.”

“You’re not old,” Danny says, and the sparkle in his eye can’t just be from dancing. He must be drunk, out of his mind. He reaches out a hand and grabs Adam. “Come on. You’ve got some sort of cowboy two-step in those boots of yours, don’t you?”

He glances over his shoulder, trying to find someone to help him talk Danny out of this, but the brief distraction allows Danny to yank him onto the dance floor.

“Loosen up,” Danny yells at him, and he turns around. Adam’s stunned for a second, long enough for Danny to grab his hands and place them on his hips. Adam feels warm skin and the soft cotton of a well-worn tee shirt. “Move your hips, man.”

Danny’s arm slides up Adam’s body to grab at the back of Adam’s neck, pulling him in closer. Adam’s ear is shockingly close to Danny’s lips when Danny whispers, “Get in close, Mr. Cowboy.”

Adam wants to fight this. He should. Danny’s almost ten years younger than he is, he’s not here for a date, he’s still healing.

But Danny is wrapping himself in Adam’s arms, and grinding back against him, and Adam feels important. Danny grins, tipping his head against Adam’s shoulder. Adam’s skin is too tight.

“All those big dick jokes on BTE weren’t kidding, were they,” Danny says, voice loud enough to hear over the music only because of how close he is. He licks his lips.

“Danny,” Adam says, and he’s still dancing, “you’re drunk.”

Danny barks out a laugh. “Sure. I’ve had a Tequila Sunrise and water.” He drops his head back on Adam’s shoulder again, fluttering his eyelashes. “Oh, sir, I’m so intoxicated.”

Adam is furious at how much he likes Danny calling him sir. “Seriously,” he says, and his hands wrap around Danny’s waist, fingertips grazing the skin beneath the hem of Danny’s shirt. “Would you be dancing with me if you hadn’t been drinking?”

“No,” Danny says casually, and Adam refuses to admit he deflates a little. “But that’s because we wouldn’t be at a party, you wouldn’t be dancing, and I would have been still staring at you like a weirdo.”

“You,” Adam chuckles, “staring at me.”

Danny turns and wraps his arms around Adam’s neck. He slides a leg between Adam’s, and sings along with the song. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“That’s a terrible joke.”

“Not a joke.” Danny flutters his eyelashes and pulls Adam closer. “I don’t joke about things like this.”

Adam doesn’t know who leaned in first. He hopes it was Danny. But they’re kissing in front of everybody while Usher sings in the background, like tenth grade. He pulls away slowly, carefully, to see Danny with sparkling eyes and a knowing grin.

“Finally,” Danny says. “Only been trying to get to this point for a year and a half.”

“Really,” Adam says. The music shifts, something Adam doesn’t know.

“Oh shit,” Danny says, kicking right back into dancing gear. “Tití Me Preguntó!”

“Titty what?” Adam asks.

“Tití Me Preguntó,” Danny says, shaking his head. “Jesus. Bad Bunny? You really are a hillbilly.”

“I am not!” Adam argues, and this is fun. This is fun and he feels like his skin is fizzing and he’d do anything to pull Danny back into a kiss. Danny, however, appears to be more interested in dancing.

Danny sings to him in Spanish, and Adam feels the last of the fight in him dissolve. He catches glances of people around him from time to time, when he remembers he’s at a work party. Matt and Mox in a corner, cuddling. Nick’s got a cup of what Adam assumes is Diet Coke while he chats with Chuck and Trent. Tony’s in the middle of an animated conversation with Kris and Willow. Everyone else is moving so rapidly through the party and dance floor that he can barely pick them out before they’re gone again.

No one is looking at him and Danny.

“I like the way you’re looking at me,” Danny says as the song turns a little slower, a little sexier.

Adam swallows. “Yeah?” He reaches out and cups Danny’s cheek, running a finger along Danny’s cheekbone. “I like the way you’re looking at me, too.”

Danny licks his lips, eyes flickering between Adam’s eyes and mouth. “What if,” he says, quietly, “we do something really stupid?”

“Stupid?” Adam asks. He’s breathless. “Stupid like what?”

“You gotta know.” He glances around, seems to like what he sees, then takes Adam’s hand and carefully, gently, pulls it down to his crotch. Adam squeezes gently.

“Rather forward of you,” Adam teases. “In front of everyone we work with?”

Danny shrugs. “They’ve seen me do worse in Zay’s vlog.”

Adam, who has stopped watching wrestling vlogs out of a sheer lack of time, decides to take his word for it. He lets Danny take his hand and pulls him out of the ballroom, into the vast hotel.

“You got a room?” Adam asks, following Danny.

He nods, yanking Adam into the elevator. “Me and Zay are sharing.”

“I’ve got one of my own,” Adam says. “That way we don’t have to interrupt anybody.”

Danny tilts his head. “Interrupt, huh?”

“You’re the one with all the ideas. I figured I’d offer one up.”

It’s unfair, how easily Danny smiles and how honest it is. It’s unfair how quickly he’s stolen Adam’s attention.

They get to Adam’s room and slide in.

“Bathroom,” Danny says, grinning. He reaches into his pocket.

“You just carry that around with you?” Adam asks. Danny walks into the room like he owns it and pushes open the bathroom door. “And why the bathroom?”

“I like to watch myself get fucked in the mirror,” he says.

Adam swallows. “You, uh. You do?”

Danny nods and pulls off his shirt. Adam focuses for a moment on the sculpted skin, proof of Danny’s dedication.

“What?” Danny asks. Adam looks up to see a frown on his face, defensiveness casting shadows across his eyes.

“You look great,” Adam murmurs. He steps in and rests a hand on the side of Danny’s neck. “Always do.”

“So you’re a sappy fuck,” Danny says, voice still soft as his eyes. “Good to know.”

“Turn around and be good, and maybe you’ll find out.”

Danny’s eyes shift to an electric sparkle. “Yes, sir.” He turns and winks at Adam in the mirror.

Adam trails his fingertips down Danny’s spine. “Good boy,” he murmurs.

Danny shivers and reaches his arm back, shoving the lube bottle into Adam’s hand. “You keep that up and this’ll be over fast.”

Adam nudges at his hip until Danny turns around again, confused. “Don’t wanna go fast,” Adam says. He leans in and kisses Danny thoroughly, meaningfully. He’s not sure what he’s trying to convey, only that it’s important and matters and he needs Danny to understand. Danny settles his hands on Adam’s hips and kisses back, letting Adam set the pace, take the lead.

He’d forgotten how much this matters. He’d forgotten how much he likes being in control and taking care of someone.

Danny’s hands go to his belt and Adam moves his lips along Danny’s jaw. “Can I?” Danny asks.

“Yes,” Adam replies. He feels warm when Danny delicately rests the belt, buckle up and safe, on the counter. “Didn’t know you could be so sweet.”

“Only when I want to be,” Danny replies. He turns in Adam’s arms, grinding his hips back. It’s more potent now that Adam’s missing his belt and his pants are undone.

“I can tell.” Adam slides his hands along Danny’s painted-on jeans. “You want these off?”

Danny nods.

He works slowly, kisses at Danny’s neck and shoulders and back, drawing little sighs and encouragements from Danny’s lips. He feels useful. He feels purposeful. He feels good.

“There you go,” Adam says. He strokes at Danny’s bare hips as Danny kicks off the jeans. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” Danny says, almost before Adam finishes the last word. “Please.”

“You sure?” Adam asks. “You’re sure you’re not inebriated or impaired?”

Danny gives him such an annoyed look in the mirror Adam has to fight a laugh. He reminds Adam of Matt in more ways than one, it seems. It still doesn’t ache. “Trust me,” Danny says, “my pupils are this dilated because I’m about to get that cowboy dick in me. I’m good.”

“You’re sure.”

“Jesus! Yes, I’m sure.” Danny presses his lips together. “Shit.”

“What?” Adam says. “You think I haven’t dealt with a brat before?” He takes off his shirt, then leans in and presses his body against Danny’s. He presses his lips to Danny’s neck. “Seems like you’re what I didn’t know I was looking for.”

Danny’s head drops. “Jesus.”

Adam keeps talking to Danny as he works him open. Danny begs for it, pleads, and Adam has to reassure him that he’ll get what he wants.

“I promise,” Adam says, for the third time, “I’m just taking my time.”

“I’m good now,” Danny whines. “Come on, please? I know you’re big –”

“You don’t have to make a show of it or anything,” Adam says. He rolls on the condom from his wallet, one he’d briefly feared would be expired it’s been so long, and gives himself a few strokes to spread extra lube. “You’ve already got me right where you want me.”

“Not quite,” Danny says. “C’mon. I want you for real.”

Adam hopes he’s actually ready – the fear that he might hurt Danny, and any chances for this to be more, is potent. “Okay,” Adam breathes. He leans in and presses another kiss to Danny’s back. “I got you.”

He’s slow, achingly so, as he pushes into Danny. “Okay?”

Danny’s eyes are blazing in the mirror. “I can take more,” he says, wiggling his hips. “I want more.”

Adam bites his lower lip and keeps his eyes locked on Danny’s in the mirror. Danny’s eyes flutter shut and his jaw drops open, letting out lovely little sounds, as Adam pushes further inside of him. “Good?”

“Keep going,” Danny moans.

And Adam can’t resist Danny’s demands. He’s careful but suddenly he’s fully surrounded, buried in Danny. “Jesus Christ,” he breathes. He rocks his hips, watching the place where he and Danny are connected, and moans himself.

“Keep – yes,” Danny says. “Please.”

“I got you, baby.” Adam starts slowly, finding their rhythm.

His mind centers in the moment, into his body. He can’t touch enough of Danny, can’t stop saying how good he’s being and how good he feels. “So perfect.”

Danny seems to like that one the most. It makes Adam wonder if there are other things to say next time, but it’s been a while and Danny feels so damned good. “Yeah?” Adam asks. “You wanna come?”

“Please,” Danny says, fingers gripping the counter. “Please, I want –”

Adam turns his face to catch him in a kiss, catching his gasps. He reaches to grasps Danny’s cock, slick from how much he’s been leaking. “It’s okay,” Adam murmurs, stroking Danny as good as he can as he rolls his hips. “You don’t have to beg, I’ll take care of you.” The words send a thrill through Adam: he can help. He’s doing something, someone needs him, and in every way it feels good.

“Okay,” Danny pants, and he rolls back on Adam’s cock so smoothly it feels like a promise. “God, I knew you’d be so good.” He reaches an arm back, resting his hand on the back of Adam’s neck. It’s just the way he’d done it earlier, when they were dancing.

“So are you,” and Adam pulls up something that had worked earlier, “such a good boy.”

Danny whines and shifts, desperate for Adam’s cock and so pretty doing it. “Please,” he says one last time.

Adam shifts him forward, sure that Danny’s hands are braced on the sink, and matches his thrusts to his hand. Danny’s response is something wordless, but saying “don’t you dare stop” without a doubt. He looks up and meets Adam’s eyes in the mirror, and the little smirk is what threatens to do Adam in.

Luckily, he’s had practice holding it back to make sure his partner came before he did. It’s the only thing for a gentleman to do, he always thought. Danny’s eyes are still locked on his in the mirror, white teeth pressed into a pretty lower lip. Adam’s entranced.

“Danny, wow,” Adam says, focused as he can get. “I knew you could dance, greatest wrestler of your generation, all that, but I didn’t know you were so pretty when you get fucked.”

Danny whines and Adam feels his dick pulse in his hand. He comes spectacularly all over Adam’s hand and it also spurts up to the bottom of the sink. Adam will have to remember to clean that up.

“Such a good boy when someone’s got you in line,” Adam murmurs, and the open moan from Danny gets him. Adam comes, quietly, keeping his grip on Danny’s hips light, and hears his breath ragged. “God damn.”

Danny laughs, the blush across his cheeks twisting something in Adams heart. “I knew you’d be good,” he says, and he shifts his hips so Adam slips free. “But I had no idea just how good…” he trails off, head down as he turns to face Adam.

“Hey,” Adam says, and his heart does the weird twisty thing when he reaches under Danny’s chin and tilts it up. “You’re allowed to enjoy things.” He offers a smile, and gets one back. “You feel okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” Danny asks, and all the hesitation melts from his eyes. “Okay? That was amazing.” His grin turns dirty. “Honestly, I was hoping you’d wreck me a little more than that, but it was real good.”

Adam leans down to kiss Danny, because he can’t resist. He pulls back and rests his forehead against Danny’s. “What would you say to staying here tonight with me?” Adam asks, running knuckles along Danny’s cheek bone. “Let me take you to breakfast.”

Danny smiles at him. “You sure?”

“Course I’m sure.” Adam leans in and kisses Danny again. “Don’t know how much you know about me, but I’m not too big on one night stands.” He pulls back. “I don’t find it gentlemanly.”

“Okay, did you read my notes app and see my rant about hot cowboys?” Danny asks. “All you have to do now is, like, tip your cowboy hat and ride off on your horse. But, like. Don’t.”

“I take it that’s a yes to staying,” Adam says. He’s a little giddy with it, with Danny in his room. “You wanna borrow pajamas?”

Danny nods and takes the sweats and undershirt. “Thanks,” he says, and he’s cute as he pulls on Adam’s clothes. “What about you?”

Adam pulls on a pair of boxers and grabs a hoodie. “I figure this’ll be enough.”

They talk for long enough that the new day ticks over, and Adam’s yawning so hard his jaw cracks.

“You need to go to sleep,” Danny says. He slides down in between the covers.

“We both need to go to sleep,” Adam corrects. He clicks off the light and plugs in his phone. “You comfy? Need another pillow?”

“I got a better idea.” He waits until Adam gets comfortable and then rests his head on Adam’s chest.

Adam grins and sighs. “I like your ideas,” he mumbles, sleep already tugging at the edges of his eyes.

Danny’s voice is barely more than a whisper when he says, “I like you.”

~

Mini Playlist: Yeah! -Usher feat. Lil Jon and Ludacris Tití Me Preguntó - Bad Bunny FUCK - Snow Wife Starving - Hailee Steinfeld, Grey, Zedd

Additional note: Wallets, pants pockets, glove compartments, and other places that are exposed to heat are not smart places to keep condoms! Keep them in a room temperature place instead :)

[lacomandante]

Someone in the Sharpe’s Rifles FB group posted this......a never before seen photo of Teresa!!!! and boy when I tell you how mad I was seeing this last night, having missed it bc it was put under Tongue’s actors name and not Assumpta’s....

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Private Party

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