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u-u-u-me-official · 2 years

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Entry five: helping hand

Elle’s entry

“Up, down, twist, turn, flip annnd…”

Elle murmured to herself, jumping out of the way at the last second before her flag landed on her.

She sighed, picking it back up, and watching with a wince as the cheerleader’s pyramid fell.

She already had bruises on her knees from diving to catch a fake rifle or sword from someone else. (What? Her piece of fabric on a metal pole could take it. The plastic props could not.) She couldn’t imagine what it was like cheerleading. She didn’t want to. It made her skin crawl.

One cheerleader began to yell, calling others “useless” and telling them they’ll “never make the cut [for state]”, and Elle frowned. That’s no way to talk to people. Before she could think much, though, she heard a freshman go “oops” and peered over. That was wayyyy too high a throw. She jogged over, grabbing the freshman and pulling them back. Their flag landed with a clatter, and she picked it up for them.

“Not worth it. It would’ve hurt you. Don’t try to save those throws, okay?”

The freshman huffed, dropping their flag. “I’m never gonna get it. I always throw it way too high. It’s just so light..”

“I know. Different poles can be hard to practice with. How about I tie a knot or two to help weigh your pole down, and we try again?”

A few minutes later, and the freshman seemed satisfied with the weight.

“Thanks, Elle!”

“No problem! Don’t give up! And remember, even professionals miss their flag sometimes.”

She picked up her flag, smiling softly. It always felt good to help freshies. She practiced her routine, humming the music to herself. The cheerleaders had been packing up for at least five minutes before Elle finally noticed one of them staring at her. She fumbled her flag, almost dropping it before hiding behind the fabric.

It was that one girl, the one with the neatly wrapped hijab, the one that was so so so kind to everyone and was very pretty and wore the cutest clothes and had the most beautiful piercings. it was her.

And Elle had the hugest crush on her. But she didn’t know if that crush was ok. Elle cleared her throat, trying to start again, but she didn’t stop staring until her friend tapped her arm and motioned her away. When she shook her head, her friend mentioned ‘fourty-five minutes’ until something called ‘Dhuhr’. All Elle could think was how worried she was about how long her crush had been watching. At least she was leaving. Elle started again, and only got about halfway through before she heard a voice.

“As-salaam-alaikum. You’re really good at that.”

Elle jumped, whipping around to face the voice. Oh. Oh dear.

There she was. Green eyes, cheer uniform modified to be much longer and looser, blue sports hijab, and a smile brighter than the sun.

Elle snapped out of her trance as her flag clipped her shoulder, and she turned to pick it up.

“Uh.. thanks.” She said, deciding to take a leap of faith. How did she respond to that? She knew that she knew, one of her classes was all about different cultures! Ah, but they haven’t quite gotten into it yet.. “Uh.. w..Wa-alaikum-Salaam! I’m Elle!” She said, jabbing out her hand nervously, leading the cheerleader to chuckle softly.

“Nevaeh. Nice to meet you.”

Nevaeh seemed uncomfortable. Elle awkwardly lowered her hand, and Nevaeh seemed relieved.

“Sorry. I’m not really educated on your culture yet. Are handshakes.. ok?”

“I mean, sort of. But also, I’d just rather not.”

“Yeah, no, gotcha. Sorry about that.” Elle said awkwardly, tapping her shoe on the ground to fit it better.

“Can you teach me how to do some of those catches? I have such a hard time catching my Pom-poms..” Nevaeh said, saving the situation and stimulating conversation, much to elle’s delight.

“Oh, I’d love to!”

The two spent a while working on it together, Elle switching to Pom-poms as well to get an idea of what Nevaeh was working with.

“Ok! I think I’ve got a formula that’ll work. So, you see how when I throw this up, it doesn’t go straight up? It kinda tilts to the side?”

“Mhm..?”

“Well, if you try to.. like. Incorporate that into your routine.. and then pick up each other’s- it fits better”

“Ohh, I see! Thank you!”

Elle smiled sheepishly. “It’s no big deal. I like helping!”

Nevaeh stopped for a moment, and reached out, gently touching elle’s shoulder. “Hey, um.. is.. is this recent?”

Elle panicked. Her head whipped to her shoulder, but she relaxed upon seeing that there were no burns in sight. Just a bruise.

“Haha, most likely. It is a *metal* pole, after all.”

Nevaeh frowned, but brushed it off anyway. “Is there a reason you got so tense?” She asked, not meaning to pry.

Elle shook her head. “Just scars from an injury. I uh.. don’t really like talking about it.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry..”

“No, it’s alright. You didn’t know. Lots of people don’t know. It makes me feel.. I dunno. Broken?”

Nevaeh frowned and placed her hands on either of elle’s shoulders, deciding to pep talk her.

“You are not broken. You are a wonderful person who has been through something so terrible, her body remembers.”

“My body may remember forever.”

“And that is okay. No matter what your body remembers, you are still you. Nothing changes because of something like that. I’ve met you. You are a beautiful girl, just like any other, and You deserve to heal.”

Elle’s breathing hitched, and she gave a bittersweet smile to Nevaeh. Her sweet words soothed the burn that had started up again.

“Thank you. That means more than you think.” Elle said, choked up over how sweet Nevaeh was being.

Nevaeh gave a soft laugh, then checked her watch.

“Dhuhr is in eight minutes. I gotta go.”

“Dhuhr?”

“A prayer time. I can’t miss it.”

“Oh, um. Well. Have a good day!”

“You too! Ma’aasalaama!”

Elle watched as Nevaeh grabbed her bag and jogged off-field. She was so nice, and she seemed really sweet. Elle hoped they’d get to meet again.

#tell me to tag #original character #original content #original story #original work #uuume-uploads #rundown of post:#Elle is practicing for colorguard #catches a freshie struggling and helps them #then goes back to practicing alone and catches a cheerleader staring.#moments later is confronted by said cheerleader and is accidentally insensitive toward her culture.#the cheerleader corrects her gently #then makes conversation. soon leaves for a prayer #leaving Elle to her own devices.

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volexis · 2 years

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what if,,,,,, hypothetically,,,, i wrote for genshin

#ngl i've been thinking about it for a while now #i'm just nervous it'll flop since i haven't posted any original content in an entire year :)#elle rambles

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yesimwriting · 3 months

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I feel like the reader in best friend!Felix is actually really smart, heck, let's say genius even, but is really oblivious when it comes to sentiment. The reader gives off nerd vibes, but they're so smart to the point it's a cool kinda thing. And if this was before Felix met Oliver, I feel like reader, like Farleigh, would get bad vibes from Ollie too but would be too shy? I guess, to say anything cause hey, they're new and stuff. I like the fic:) It's nice to read something like that, without the explicit content, I mean:D

A/n: omg love this,, definitely doing a bestfriend!felix blurb on this concept later, i just wanted to explore character dynamics for a second lol

fun fact: i originally pictured bestfriend!reader as a literal genius with -3 street smarts, it's just info that didn't make it into the fic!!

also i could see reader as being so smart they skipped a grade (if we want to add to the power/social imbalance by making reader a little younger, but not like weirdly younger) open to thoughts on this !

i picture bestfriend!reader as having an elle woods quality to their intelligence in terms of awareness (and maybe aesthetic, it is the early 2000's lol),, reiterating the most complicated parts of a lecture perfectly during a study session while half focused on applying lip gloss, aces exams while hungover (bc felix insisted on going out), and never registers how impressive all of it is

very much "what? like it's hard" but as literal as that statement could be

which could add to reader's shyness/uncertainty bc she forgets she's a little intimidating

okay but the potential of reader getting bad vibes from oliver if she became close friends with felix a little after oliver did?? too good

reader doesn't want to alienate oliver, he's the only one around felix that's also an outsider, that should make it easier to bond

but!! because reader is that smart, she has this gut feeling that tells her to keep him at arm's length,, but bc she's not the best at picking up on feelings, it's basically just that 6th sense thing that girls have that tells them when a guy has weird/unsafe intentions

bc reader can't articulate their concern, or understand it, they try to be nice, but oliver can tell that there's this distrust there

it drives him crazy

first of all, reader should be the easiest one to win over bc she's not one of the elites and she's a little awkward from time to time, it's frustrating that there doesn't seem to be a crux for him to use to weasel his way into reader's heart

oliver's aware that he can get close to felix without the others liking him as long as they tolerate him enough in public, but with reader, oliver knows more about felix's real feelings for them than felix does

that adds this timing element to the situation that’s stressful, because as soon as felix realizes how he feels about the reader, that will be that

meanwhile, reader is a little worried about being dropped bc of the tension between her and oliver, but oliver doesn’t fully notice that, he’s too distracted by his feelings

it's not fair, oliver "had" felix first, but oliver's perfectly capable of adapting to the situation, so he accepts it and looks at it practically

oliver knows that there is no fully "in" with felix unless you like him, so despite any resentment and jealousy he feels towards you, he decides that he'll do whatever it takes to get it

#bestfriend!felix #saltburn x reader #felix x reader #felix catton x reader

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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Procrastination

Streamer!Ellie X Reader

Summary: While Ellie leaves her office for a moment, leaving her stream unattended, you sneak in.

Contents: nothing really, pure fluff, kisses, pet names.

This is a part 2 of Player Two.

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You'd been watching Ellie's steam from your shared bedroom, using it as a distraction from your assignment you had meant to be completing. But as a chronic-procrastinator any excuse is a good excuse.

So here you are, laying in bed, your original word document being abandoned for Ellie's stream. She was doing a pretty chill stream, playing various video games and chatting on and off with her chat.

Ever since you had officially been introduced to her stream, they had been talking about you non-stop. Her subs seeming finding teasing Ellie and making her go bright red fairy amusing.

"Yo guys." Ellie spoke, breaking the steady pace if the conversation she was having with her viewers "I need to go, I'm gonna be back in five minutes okay? Please don't start a cult while I'm gone? Okay thanks." She joked, taking off the head set and leaving it on her set.

A smirk on your face as you spotted the perfect opportunity. You got out of bed, quickly fixing your hair and throwing on a sweater before you creeped stealthily across the hallway to Ellie's now abandoned office. You creaked the door open, the harsh blue light making you squint.

You walked into the room, hiding off screen until the last second were you clapped into the mic, grinning as the spam typing of

"Oh Fuck!!"

"That was unnecessary"

Fled through the chat.

"Oh look it's my favourite people in the whole wide world" you giggled, sitting in Ellie's blue gaming chair.

User2: OMG😭

User3: Yay!!!!

User4: Hi Y/N 💙💙💙

"Hiya guys" you waved at the camera, a small ginger flurry of fur jumped into your lap "oh Garf, you gonna join me?"

"meow".

"yeah, yeah alright"

User5: I love Garfield so much

"I know I love Garfield aswell, don't I baby?" You laughed scratching the cat underneath his chin.

"How are you all doing?"

User6: Really good actually!

User7: epic

"Good, good. I'm glad to hear that." You hummed. "Oh-!" You exclaimed a thought coming to your head.

"The other day I was laying in bed ,scrolling through TikTok while I was waiting for Ells to wake up and I saw an edit. OF US!"

User8: I know all my favorite twitch editors edited you. It was so cute 😭

"Hold on let me pull it up," you say tapping the screen if your phone, clicking on TikTok and then favourites. "Right, okay, so it was this one" you said, you turned your phone around showing an out of focus video of you and Ellie edited to the song 'Glue Song' by Beabadoobee.

"When I tell you that when I saw this I cried. I am not kidding. Ended up waking Ellie up cause I was sobbing" you laughed once you finished, shaking your head at the ridiculous memory.

User9 donated $30 'Buy Garfield a new toy'

"aww thank you~" you smile scratching the purring cat between it's ears "You hear that baby, your gonna get a new toy'".

"meow"

"He says thank you and says he appreciates you and thinks your amazing".

You began talking about everything and nothing, talking about different goings on in your lives and thanking donations, all while swiveling around on Ellie's chair, stroking your cat like a bond villain.

"You look... Threatening" a voice you could tell was trying to stifle a laugh came from behind you.

"Ellie baby~ Hi~" you giggle turning around a stupid smile painting onto your face.

"Yeah, hi babe" she laughed in reply, be ding down and pressing a brief kiss to your lips. "What are you guys doing?" She asks looking into the webcam suspiciously.

"Oh we were just chatting"

"and why are you, my gorgeous beautiful smart girlfriend, talking to my chat instead of finishing the assignment you've been procrastinating about for a whole week, hmm?"

"uhhh I plead the fifth" you said, smiling sheepishly at the woman.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Right guys I'm gonna have to end this stream here. If I don't babysit my girlfriend she will wonder off, forget about her work and end up being upset when she hasn't done it. So, girlfriend duties call, bye"

She clicked a few buttons, the screen changing and then switching off, "c'mon baby, let's get to bed" she hummed her arms wrapping around your torso and lifting you out of the seat.

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ivystoryweaver · 2 months

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The Only One

Episode 7

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Summary: The last time you saw Poe was right before he blew up Starkliller Base - a huge victory for the Resistance. Things go to hell after that and you are separated from Poe, needing to rely on your instincts...and the Force. A huge secret starts to be revealed.

a/n: This Episode glosses over the events in the film The Last Jedi. You don't have to be knowledgeable about the sequel films to continue the story - everything that relates to Elia is summarized here. She is a bit separate from Poe during film events, so this is not a re-telling.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 1.6k

Content: violence, action, little angst (no more than in the films), not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

He turned around one more time, granting you another sweet smile. “Wait for me, Ells. I’ll be right back.”

Somehow his humor and good nature gave you hope. Poe always gave you hope.

“May the Force be with you,” you whispered to no one really. Or, to all of them.

The next week was hell.

Which was, perhaps, what a demon like yourself deserved.

At first, the Resistance buzzed with the thrill of victory. Poe and his team destroyed Starkiller Base after Rebel legends Han Solo and Chewbacca worked together with the stormtrooper who defected and a young woman named Rey.

But before you could celebrate or have much of a reunion with Poe, the stormtrooper, who you learned was named Finn, was sent to medical in critical condition, while Rey supposedly flew away to find Luke Skywlaker.

Kylo Ren had murdered Han Solo.

You thought taking out Starkiller Base would give the Resistance a huge advantage in the uphill battle against the First Order, but the New Republic had suffered tremendous losses, crippling, if not obliterating support for the Resistance.

Your assignment kept you apart from Poe for days, so you hadn’t seen him since that fateful moment directly before the Starkiller Base battle.

...where he kissed you and asked you to wait for him.

So many had been lost since then - the chaos, nonstop. After the most recent attack took out most of Resistance command, someone named Holdo took over.

You were dying to see Poe, desperate to see for yourself that he was okay. Every time something else exploded, you felt sure you’d receive a report of his death. The stress piled up as you worked separately from Poe, thinking he might die, or you might die.

To make a desperate situation worse, the attack on the ship's bridge left Leia seriously wounded. And directly before Holdo took command, Poe was demoted, which infuriated you.

And, aside from the fact that you were (thankfully) able to focus, or hyper focus, as it were, on computer programming and other computer tech needs, the news of Commander Dameron's demotion was all you could think about...

...or talk about.

Thankfully, Perrha was with you for the past few days and was a wonderful grounding force for you.

Now, the Resistance was trying to safely land transports on the planet Crait.

Everyone watched in horror as one after the other, the First Order blew them out of the sky. You kept yourself busy working, tears streaming down your face at the thought of Poe being on one of those obliterated ships.

Poe felt the same way.

After maybe the worst week of his life (aside from when his mom died), Poe woke up from the little nap Leia's stun gun gave him. He listened patiently as Leia explained Holdo's plan, then watched in horror as transport after transport was obliterated.

"Where's Elia?" He asked Leia, as if she might somehow know. He had lost too many today, not only on the bridge, but when some of his closest friends died in the hangar explosion.

Leia shook her head, unsure.

Poe stared out into space. "Which one is she on?" He murmured, thankful that his new friend Finn was at least safe for the moment. Hopefully.

The planet's surface was so close. You and Perrha might make it through this. But who could be sure what awaited you on Crait, with the First Order bearing down hard?

As you entered the planet's atmosphere, the transport closest to yours exploded - near enough to your own that the blast and debris wreaked havoc. You were taking serious damage - hit hard enough to crash, just not to explode instantly like the neighboring transport.

Everyone around you was astoundingly calm, focused and professional, but a crash landing would not be avoidable.

Perrha's eyes met yours frantically as fire, debris and smoke filled the transport.

"We're not gonna make it," they gasped, coughing from all the smoke.

Panic gripped your heart. You didn't want to die. For once in your life, you really wanted to live and not just in terms of survival. You wanted to help the Resistance. You wanted them to win. You needed to learn about the Force, and ascertain from Leia if you were truly doomed to be a servant of the darkness.

Perrha was your friend and so was Poe. Your very best friend. Your heart broke as you thought of never seeing him again. It couldn't end this way.

So instead of giving in to despair, you opened yourself up to the flow of energy - no. The Force. A wall of fire swept through the transport.

"No." Your voice could barely be heard over the commotion. It wasn't a plea but a command.

Perrha cried out your name as you stretched out your hands and literally pushed the fire backward.

Your breathing steadied, your countenance - a mask of serenity. Your eyes fluttered closed as the Force surrounded you, flowed through you.

The fire would not touch you. Nor Perrha.

The remaining Resistance fighters watched from their transports, in awe, as a transport-on-fire gently touched down on the planet's surface.

You heard nothing. You only felt.

Calm.

Finally, you heard Perrha screaming your name. "This thing is gonna blow, come on!" They quite literally jerked you away - your boots thumping on the planet's surface as you ran for your life.

The ship exploded, knocking the survivors to the ground with a concussive force - dangerous, but not fatal.

Your ears rang, dusty salt filled your lungs, but Perrha hauled you up. You ran again, as fast as you had ever in your life.

The First Order had entered the planet's atmosphere and took up position at the mine entrance - the old Rebel base. Unfortunately, your transport's crash left you quite far away on foot. But thankfully, the First Order would assume your exploded crash site would leave no survivors - giving you time to run.

A battle raged overhead and in the distance. Blaster and cannon fire, and boot prints turned the ashy, salty surface blood red.

Your group finally made it to the mine, but there was no getting in the front entrance. The huge blaster door was sealed, but under heavy attack.

"Is there another way in?" You wondered aloud.

"Is there another way out?" Perrha countered, panicked. "Are they trapped in there?"

Your ragtag team rallied, determined to find a way to either get in to the safety of the mine, or help the remaining Resistance fighters escape, if they were trapped.

Suddenly you saw an old rust bucket ship zoom overhead and land at the edge of a shallow cliff.

Your team arrived just in time to see a young woman...making dozens of piles of rocks...float. This action served to clear a blocked path, allowing the Resistance fighters to escape the mine.

You saw the stormtrooper, Finn. The young woman must be Rey. You were so distracted by her dazzling display of the Force, that you almost didn't notice that just beside Finn...

was Poe.

Finn raced into Rey's arms for a hug, but it was Poe who noticed your ash-covered, singed, rag-tag crew, confused, for a moment, as to why you would have appeared with Rey.

"Elia," he breathed, pushing his way past anyone and everything in his path, including the huge boulders Rey had lifted moments before.

You were an adorable mess, most of your hair had tumbled out of your twin buns. Soot tarnished your cheeks and clothes. By some miracle your unlaced boots stayed in place while you ran for your life.

As Poe clambered toward you, your hands anxiously grabbed for your backpack straps…only to come up empty.

“M-my backpack,” you gasped, frantically touching your arms and chest.

Okay, people were dead.

Your transport crashed and exploded.

You only survived because you wielded the Force and ran for your life.

The First Order was bearing down.

Poe was alive!

But your brain?

“My backpack,” you repeated, desperately, craving the familiar soothing touchstone of its frayed straps.

“Here, sweetheart,” Poe gently offered, reaching for the fallen strap, to pull it back onto your shoulder. “Looks like the other one got burned.”

Which meant…

You grabbed for the other strap urgently, realizing the little pack might have been destroyed, leaving your wings out in the open.

Poe, so relieved to see you alive, wishing with all his heart that the could throw his arms around you, tried to understand…

“No, no no …” You shook your head, eyes wide with horror.

“Ells?” He asked, confused, holding up his hands in a supplicating manner, trying to show you he wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want him to. “Baby, are you hurt?”

“I can’t…my backpack,” you gasped, short of breath. “I can’t…” Shaking your head rapidly, you backed away, running into Perrha…who got a look at your exposed back.

“Oh, Elia. A-are you - w-what happened…” they trailed off, glancing at Poe, confused at the sight of your tightly furled, dark wings. Perrha wasn’t sure if you were burned, or what was going on.

“What is it?” He demanded. “Is she hurt?” He reached for your arm to turn you around, but before his hand made contact, you clenched your fists and cried out.

“No!”

…sending tiny bits of rock flying outward from you body in every direction.

This got Rey’s attention.

As far as the young Jedi trainee knew, she and Leia were the only ones capable of this sort of thing.

Poe backed away, stunned, brushing bits of gravel from his face and hair, exchanging worried glances with Perrha, but determined to make sure you were all right.

He thought to approach you, but stopped short at a miraculous sight.

Your hair had tumbled down, beautiful and wild, your eyes closed in concentration.

Hands clenched by your sides, you held yourself still as bits of rock and earth circled you slowly.

And behind you, dark, slick wings unfurled.

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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emmy may i request candy cane kisses with the prompt snowed in at the bau with our beloved Spence <33 hot cocoas and manilla folders

I'm so excited for your Christmas challenge!! Happy holidays love <33

"Snow and Sweet" ~ S. Reid

Summary: In which a cup of hot cocoa and a slip of the tongue leads to a mistletoe kiss and a love confession.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (reader wears lipstick but fuck social norms)

Word Count: 1,493

Content Warning: the tiniest bit of angst because Y/N is lowkey insecure because of Elle, mentions of coffee and hot chocolate, like one (1) swear word, Spencer is autistic but what's new, honestly i think that's it?

Genre: Fluff, v fluffy 🫶🏻

Extra Notes: this took me soooo long to write but as they say, good things take time 🫡

Based on the Request: "emmy may i request candy cane kisses with the prompt snowed in at the bau with our beloved Spence <33 hot cocoas and manilla folders"

Originally Written: 01/03/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

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You weren't quite sure how you found yourself in this position, but one way or another, you were stuck at the BAU… with Spencer Reid. Only Spencer Reid.

It wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world if you didn't have the biggest (and probably most unrequited) crush on the man.

You'd been working together for two years, straight out of the Training Academy. He must've been so smart he skipped training, you reckoned, because you were sure you would've seen someone as beautiful as him around and probably would've failed from being distracted by him.

Spencer looked much different now then when you'd first met, and if he'd looked like that in training, you were sure you would've tripped during your high speed chase at Hogan's Alley. His shaggy hair was replaced with neatly trimmed waves, his contacts were replaced with glasses that made him carry himself with a confidence you hadn't seen when you first met, and his shy, questioning smile was replaced with one of certainty. He seemed much more like his true self.

Any other time, you might've not minded being snowed in at the BAU. After all, it was a big enough building—a library on the second floor, a coffee shop on the first. But tonight was Christmas Eve, and you cursed yourself for insisting that you could finish up your paperwork and have time to make it to Penelope's apartment for a Christmas movie night.

Only five pages remained of your work when Spencer stepped toward your desk. "The Weather Channel says we might be snowed in." he'd said, his voice stupidly sweet, his expression stupidly concerned, his face stupidly beautiful.

Here you were, three hours later, sipping on some hot chocolate in your favorite work mug and avoiding Spencer like a plague. This was especially hard considering you were the only two people on this floor.

"You OK?" he asked, breaking you from your online shopping trance. "Well," he chuckled, "all things considered."

No. I'm trapped in here with the person I find most attractive who probably doesn't find me the least bit attractive. "All good," you smiled before taking another sip of hot chocolate.

He sat down in the chair next to yours, (Derek's, but it wasn't like he was there to use it anyway). A sideways smile stretched across his face as he said, "Well, please don't take offense when I say this, but I am a profiler and I can tell when something seems wrong. You've been avoiding me for one thing and every time we have spoken, you say three words or less."

"Not true," you pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Your words reverberated in your ears, realization hitting you like a bus. "Sorry," you said, looking away. "I'm just not having the best night. I mean, I am stuck in the BAU with-"

You stopped abruptly, not sure how you'd let that much slip. Great, Y/N. Just great.

"With what?" he asked. Of course he caught that.

"Without Piper. She's my tabby cat." Well, at least he knows how much you love animals.

His mouth twisted. "You have a cat? That's so cool. I've always wanted a cat but I couldn't own one because my mom and I both have cat allergies." Of course he has cat allergies. How could I possibly make this worse?

Luckily, you stopped yourself before any more embarrassing things could slip from your tongue. Instead you took another sip of chocolatey goodness, thankful that it was the last one. "I'm gonna go make some more hot chocolate," you managed to say.

Much to your dismay, Spencer followed behind, reaching up into the shelf directly above you. His chest gently nudged your back, though his body felt rock solid. When did Spencer get so buff under those sweater vests?

"Sorry," he said with a blush.

You shook your head, perhaps a tad too fast. "It's all good." You turned your attention back to the fridge, grabbing the milk for your cocoa. Thank goodness Penelope stocks this fridge like she owns it.

A couple minutes had passed and you'd finished making your cocoa just as Spencer finished making his cup of coffee. You turned to walk back to the bullpen, but he grabbed your wrist with his free hand. Damn those hands. "Hey, are you sure you're OK?"

You set your mug back on the counter, your arms crossing tightly in front of your chest. "I am fine, Reid."

His eyes softened and his brows furrowed. "Did I do something?"

Your stomach churned at the thought of ever making Spencer sad or distressed. "Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"You keep avoiding me. You tensed up when I reached around you for my mug. You won't make eye contact with me. I'm just scared I've done something."

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. "Spencer, you could never. I promise. I love you too much to ever-"

"You what?"

You froze in your tracks. If it hadn't been for hearing your slip of the tongue, Spencer might've thought you'd been seen a ghost.

"You love me?" he asked.

You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, and the only thing you were sure you could do was hear because his question echoed in your head like he'd screamed it at the Grand Canyon.

"Y/N?" he called, waving a hand in front of your face. It wasn't until you blinked that he was sure you were still alive. You wanted to disappear. When you remembered that Spencer knew magic tricks, you were tempted to ask him how much you'd have to pay to see him make you disappear into thin air.

"If it's any consolation, I think I like you, which I know isn't the same but…" he told you, his voice trailing awkwardly. At least you weren't awkward alone. He chuckled for a moment before examining, "I sound like a seventh grader right now, don't I?"

Some of the heaviness left your chest as his response rang through your eardrums. "You… like me?"

He nodded softly, his cheeks tinged as red as your favorite Christmas mug. "I do. I'm assuming by what you said that you must really like me too."

You let out a deep sigh before looking up at him. "If I have to be honest, I've had the biggest crush on you since the day I met you. Up until about twenty seconds ago, I just assumed it was unrequited. I mean, the way you always looked at Elle before she left-"

He blushed with an awkwardly amused huff. "I suppose I should admit that I always thought Elle was pretty. Doesn't mean I thought she was prettier than you."

This time, a rouge made its way to your own cheeks. "Really? I mean, Elle's got everything. A nice body, she's smart, she's beautiful, and I'm… well, I'm me."

An expression of reassurance overtook his face as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You are both beautiful in your own ways. You shouldn't compare yourself to others. Yes, I liked you both, but for different reasons. I always thought Elle was pretty. But you… I think you're beautiful. And you've always been kind to me. You're one of the only people here who respects my neurodiversity."

Your eyes darted away awkwardly, up to the roof—or rather, what was hanging from the roof. Why does the universe hate me?

Spencer must've noticed your eyes, widened and focused on whatever was above his head. His head tilted upward, and you were secretly thankful your eyes were stuck to the roof, otherwise you might've melted on the spot after seeing that one stupidly beautiful vein in his neck. "Huh," he said, his tone the most nonchalant you'd ever heard, "mistletoe."

"Yep," you replied, the p popping louder than you'd expected it to.

He looked back down at you, his cheeks redder and hotter than ever. "Hey, traditions are stupid anyway. We don't have to-"

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed your lips twist the slightest bit downward. Even you hadn't noticed it until he was grabbing your face and pulling your lips into his, forcing them upward again.

He smelled sweet, probably because of the fifteen spoonfuls of creamer and sugar he always put in his coffee. Your stomach turned, probably a mix of nerves from your current position and the sickeningly sweet smell of Spencer Reid (or his coffee, anyway).

His hands stayed on either side of your face as he pulled away. You let out a giggle as you saw the remnants of your favorite lipstick coating his lips.

Spencer's wristwatch beeped loudly, breaking you away from your trance. He glanced down at his wrist while his other hand darted up to the nape of his neck. "Merry Christmas?" he said, cringing.

You giggled once more, pulling him in for another kiss. "Merry Christmas, sweet boy."

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are you willing to share what mods you’re using in your current sv playthrough? I love the cosmetic mod you’re using and the custom flower dance outfits are so cute!

sure yeah!!! be warned though, it's a long list (it's around 70 right now LOL). too long for me to go through the trouble of linking, but here's all the current ones i have installed and I've bolded the ones that i'm pretty sure affect graphics in the way you were wondering about. they're like 99.9% from Nexus so you don't have to go to a bunch of different sites to find them. just search them on the one site! :)

under the break!

AeroCore Content Patcher AntiSocial NPCs AutomaticGates Better Artisan Good Icons CJB Cheats Menu CJB Show Item Sell Price Combat Controls Console Commands Custom NPC Exclusions DialogueBoxRedesign Entoarox Framework Error Handler Expanded Preconditions Utility Experience Bars ModUpdater Extra Map Layers Generic Mod Config Menu Farm Type Manager Fast Animations Font Settings Gift Taste Helper NPC Map Locations Shop Tile Framework SAAT.API SpaceCore Json Assets New Objects for Stardew Valley Expanded Stardew Valley Expanded Forage Locations SAAT.Mod Stardew Valley Expanded Music Stardew Valley Expanded - Shop Tile Framework Stardew Valley Expanded Grampleton Fields Grandpa's Farm Forage Locations Grandpa's Farm HD Portraits Lookup Anything More Grass PyTK Save Backup Simple Crop Label Skip Intro Wind Effects Slightly Cuter Characters Slightly Cuter Characters - SVE Edition Seasonal Cute Characters Seasonal Cute Characters SVE 1oxnes and talkohlooeys' Seasonal Portraits 1oxnes and talkohlooeys' Seasonal SVE Portraits Bathroom after 2nd Houseupgrade Coii's Girls Sets Pack Coii's Hair Sets Pack Coii's Hats Pack Elle's Cat Replacements Elle's Dog Replacements Elle's New Barn Animals Elle's New Coop Animals Elle's New Horses Stardew Foliage Redone Original Elle's Seasonal Buildings Elle's Town Buildings Elle's Town Animals Hats Won't Mess Up Hair Kats Brighter Hair Shardust's Hairstyles for CP Vanilla Tweaks Vintage Interface 2.0 (CP) Wildflower Grass Field

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happy pride. heres my incomplete collection of gay batman panels feel free to add

#dc #batman #batman gay #superbat #superman #elle's original content

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I love your writing so much and looking forward to more of your Stewy work!!! Can’t wait ! ❤️

Chance Meetings

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f Roy reader

Word count: 1.8K

Content warning: mentions of drug use/addiction, some flirting fluff.

authors note: hasn't been proofread, ended up not being the biggest fan of this one but maybe others will hopefully enjoy it. It's how the original idea of Roy reader and Stewy getting together started and then went along. Shout out to a previous nonnie for the berry idea, it'll definitely make more appearances in the future. I know the show itself has a very loose/not super defined timeline other than the fourth season but this is set before the show starts FYI :)

Also thank you Elle! That's so kind of you, I hope you enjoy this and future pieces! There's more coming!

You’d done the un-Roy thing as much as you could for a significant part of your life, you didn’t go to business school, you went to grad school to become a clinical psychologist. Like Connor, you didn’t do the college to living in New York and working at Waystar or a linked profession pipeline.

You didn’t necessarily think of yourself as the California girl, you certainly weren’t the poster child for that. But after graduating you’d moved to San Francisco and had practiced there. It was the perfect antithesis of the life in New York that your siblings were living that you had no interest in.

Well, it had been.

You’d recently left that life for one in New York. Kendall had been going through the wringer lately. It was just over a week ago since he’d left rehab and his marriage with Rava was falling apart. You knew that Rava couldn’t be his only support system, it wasn’t realistic or fair and you frankly didn’t trust your family to be in Kendall’s corner.

You were heading up to Kendall’s apartment to check in on him and to prepare for a night that would be awful. You’d been able to skip out on these types of events for most of your adult life but Kendall felt an obligation to attend in an attempt to try and get into your father’s graces. You were going with Kendall as moral support to an entitled gala that Waystar was funding.

“Wow, Dr. Roy, look at you. What a pleasure to have you amongst the green-eyed capitalists.”

You turned your head in the direction of the voice, you’d recognise that playful tone anywhere, it was Stewy Hosseini. You hadn’t seen him in a few years but as always, he was in a suit tailored perfectly for him and he looked gorgeous.

“Well, I can’t really say anything with a biting wit, can I? I’m here and I benefit from it all anyway.” You respond looking at his amused gaze, it’s not cruel but it’s like he knows something you don’t.

“Yeah but you look great though. You do benefit from it, I mean, look at the blood from the human sacrifices in your father’s honour. They’re keeping you young, treating your face and figure well.” He has a smirk on his face as he speaks and you chuckle. His brow furrows slightly and his tone becomes serious. “Wait, wait a second.” Stewy wets his thumb with his tongue somewhat dramatically but still realistically as he wipes at something on your chin.

“Wait, what is it? How long was it there for?” You immediately ask, embarrassed that there was probably a mark of lipstick or maybe food there. Although the gentle touch of his thumb on your chin makes you relax for some reason.

“Just a bit of a blood splatter from the sacrifices. I’m sure it wasn’t there long.” Stewy saws moving his hand away and chuckling, you scoff.

“Wow, smooth.” You respond and his smirk just grows. “Well, looking pretty dapper yourself Hosseini.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I know you think I look hot.” Stewy says so confidently, you look at him incredulously for a second but end up smirking, he’s being as playful as ever but he doesn’t seem high.

“Cocky as ever.”

“Just a fact.” You look at Stewy’s face, he’s being his usual playful self but there’s a gentleness there, something in his eyes that you’re not sure you’ve seen before. You look into his eyes and for a moment think about Kendall, he’s been in the bathroom longer than you’d like.

You’re tempted to go into the men’s room yourself but you know that Kendall wouldn’t appreciate that if nothing was going on. You focus back on Stewy’s eyes, he’s always had gorgeous, warm brown eyes. They’re not dramatically blown out, diluted. You’re more confident that he’s not high. You put a hand gently on his arm.

“Stewy?” His smirk fades a bit as he takes in your more serious tone and expression.

“Yeah?”

“Can you do me a favour?” “Of course.”

“Can you um, Kendall’s in the uh bathroom… He’s been in there for a while.” You say quietly. He gives you a small smile and nods.

“Yeah, of course.” Your hand is still on his arm, he looks at it briefly and smiles at the touch, he places his hand briefly on the small of your waist for a comforting second as he walks off to check on Kendall.

You watch Stewy as he walks off and you feel a little anxious. Kendall had been gone for a few minutes and you know that you can’t be a helicopter sister but you do worry about him at an event like this.

After a few moments you see Kendall and Stewy coming out of the bathroom making their way over to where you stand. You feel a flood of relief, Kendall looks depressed still but he doesn’t look high.

“Hey Ken.” You give him a small hug and look at his face, trying to search his eyes.

“I didn’t, just the mirror cry.” He says dryly, knowing what you’re searching for in him. Stewy looks at you with a sad nod to confirm and mouths he’s good. You give Stewy a grateful smile then redirect your attention to Kendall again and nod with a smile.

“Do you wanna go home?” You ask, your brother looks exhausted. “We’ve been here long enough, dad’s seen you. You’ve talked to people. It’s already been a long night.” You continue knowing that if he wants to he’ll need validation to feel okay about it.

“Uh yeah, sure.” He says looking down. “Thanks Stewy.” Stewy just gently claps him on the back and nods.

“I can stay with you tonight, if you like?” You ask and Kendall nods. You mouth a thank you at Stewy as you and Kendall leave the gala.

As you and Kendall sit in the car you take your heels off.

“Bump into Stewy?” Kendall asks looking at you riredly.

“Uh yeah. He came over for pleasantries before finding you.”

“I don’t think many would associate Stewy with pleasantries.” Kendall says with a small chuckle.

“Sure he’s cocky but he’s always polite.” You reply eying Kendall.

“You know what I meant.” Kendall said.

“Uh-huh.” You laugh a little. “Lot more pleasant than Roman’s friends.”

“I only surround myself with the best company.” Kendall teases, looking a little less down.

“I know, that’s why I’m here. Your favourite sibling.” You tease.

“Don’t tell Shiv that.”

“Never, Kendall Roy.”

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You’d stayed the night at Kendall’s bachelor apartment, you’d fallen asleep on the couch and you were now woken up by voices only a few feet away. You looked up and saw Kendall casually dressed and Stewy once again in a well tailored suit, looking devlishly handsome. You’d always known he was attractive but he just seemed to age like a fine wine.

The two men had been standing in the open floor layout talking and then Kendall noticed that you were awake now and that Stewy had also noticed. Kendall quickly realised that Stewy’s gaze had focused on you pretty quickly and Kendall wasn’t sure if he’d seen Stewy ever look at anyone like that.

“Get changed.” Kendall quickly said. Stewy looked at him with raised eyebrows and you looked perplexed.

“Excuse me?” “Get changed. Now. Scoot, scram. We have company.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, Stewy did his best to keep his attention on Kendall and not watch you leave. This wasn’t the first time you’d spent the night at Kendall’s lately so you conveniently had clothes here, hence having slept in nightwear.

When you come back out you can hear the shower going so you assume Stewy has left but you then see Stewy leaning against the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone.

“Morning.” You greet him and he looks up from his phone, placing it down gently. His eyes are even dreamier in daylight than what you remembered.

“Good morning. Oh wow, clothes and underwear. How nice.” He teases.

“I know, a bra with underwire and everything.” You tease back which makes him chuckle dryly.

“I’m a fan with or without the support Dr. Roy.” He says with a wink.

“Somebody’s quite the flirt lately.”

“Always, for you.” You smile at him and walk over to Kendall’s fridge, where there of course is no berries, sighing as soon as you realise. “I didn’t come empty-handed. You walked right past the bagels and smoothies, had to physically restrain your brother from not touching your berry smoothie. You know, it had the most ludicrous name?” Stewy answers, as if he’d read your mind when you’d opened the fridge.

“How did you even remember that?” You ask in shock as you pick up the smoothie and take a generous sip.

“I’ve spent a lot of time around the Roys.” He says softly looking at you.

“I’m surprised that you remember, that’s-it’s sweet Stewy.”

“You’re not hard to forget. It’s been what 2?3?4 years?” He asks stepping closer to you.

“I think 3.”

“Huh.” He says almost to himself, as he wets his thumb again and wipes at a spot on your face.

“What? More blood splatter this time?” You ask. He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, smoothie.” He says, holding his thumb out for you to see the little bit of purple he’d wiped off you. He then presses it to his mouth, to clean his thumb. You watch him and just can’t get over how attractive and sweet he is.

“If you were that desperate for some of the berry smoothie you didn’t need to do that. You could’ve asked.” You tease in a whisper as your eyes stay on his lips.

“Oh really?”

“I would’ve said yes.��

“Can I?”

You nod and Stewy puts one hand on the small of your waist and the other gently cups your cheek. You relax into the touch and then his lips press against yours, it’s an amazing feeling. The kiss is so gentle yet also has passion in it. It stops though when you hear the shower turn off.

“I need you to return last night’s favour.” “Oh?” You ask, feeling surprised at the timing.

“Dinner with me?”

“But-”

“I know a million quiet places, nobody will find out. It won’t leak or get back to your family and overcomplicate things. Indulge me?”

“You’re surre you can pull that off Hosseini?”

“For tonight sure.” You laugh at him and nod, “Sure.” Stewy takes a sip from the smoothie you’d been drinking earlier.

“Hmm. Just what I thought?” “What?”

“Tastes better on your lips.” He says confidently with a wink, you scoff and go to respond before you see Kendall coming out.

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 114

La nouvelle routine s'est mise en place. Mes clients sont ravis que j'ai pu augmenter le rythme de nos rendez vous. A 4 passes par semaine vu qu'ils sont maintenant 8 ils y ont droit deux fois par mois. Avec l'augmentation de ma " disponibilité ", j'ai pu contenter 4 nouveaux clients pris pour la moitié dans les amateurs de gang bang et l'autre moitié par relation, tous TBM. C'est la marque de ma petite entreprise, la satisfaction des " hors normes " !

Marc entre dans une phase de travail intense avec déplacements et travail à la maison. Nous en discutons ensemble, ce sont des opportunités à ne pas laisser passer. Sacrifice temporaire ! Contrairement à la fois précédente, il ne sera pas obligé de m'organiser mon emploi du temps. Entre mon boulot de paysagiste, la gestion de mes deux poulains, mon taf d'escort officiel d'Emma, il ne me restera pas beaucoup de temps libre. Et là il me laisse libre de baiser avec n'importe lequel de nos amis. Juste quand ses déplacements dépasseront la semaine. Sinon je l'attendrai avec impatience. Mais je ne crois pas que je le ferais.

Je vais me retrouver donc seul un WE sur deux ! C'est Emma qui est contente, elle récupère ainsi mes samedis soirs libres pour sortir.

Mercredi dernier j'ai emmené Ed chez le grand black. A l'aller, il était content car c'était la condition que j'avais posé pour qu'il puisse à l'avenir participer à nos touzes. Quand nous sommes arrivés, Ed a été impressionné par le client. Faut dire que 2m, costaud, noir Kiwi, monté plus de 27 cm x un bon 6,5 de diamètre, ça de quoi impressionner un gamin d'1,66m par 48kg, blanc ! Le client était content que je puisse lui fournir deux jeunes hommes si semblables (âge, format) ;tout en étant si différents (origine). Il l'a tout de suite entrepris. Comme toujours, je reste dans un coin pour veiller sur ma " marchandise ". Ed se trouva nu en un temps record. Profitant de sa force et de la légèreté d'Ed, le client l'a empoigné par les hanches et l'a basculé, tête vers son sexe. Ajustement de la hauteur et Ed se retrouva la gorge empalée sur la mégabite noire. Pour pouvoir respirer et maîtriser un peu l'envahissement de sa gorge il prit appui de ses mains sur les genoux de son pineur. Le client de son coté la bouche posée sur l'anus d'Ed lui bouffait l'oignon à grand coup de langue. C'est la première fois que je voyais cette position à la verticale. Le plus impressionnant c'est qu'ils l'ont tenu un bon moment. Lorsque notre black a pensé qu'Ed était prêt, il l'a posé sur le lit et, profitant de sa position horizontale, s'est enfoncé jusqu'aux couilles dans sa gorge. J'ai entendu que chaque pénétration étranglait Ed. Je me suis approché pour lui dire de se calmer. Il s'est excusé. J'en ai profité pour vérifier la dilatation anale de mon ptit mec. Je ne tiens pas à ce que cette brute le déchire. Il lui avait bien salivé la porte et Ed s'était ouvert à presque 4 doigts. Ça plus un peu de poppers et il pourra prendre le black. Je me retire et disant que c'est Ok et qu'il peut y aller. Pour se faire pardonner, il se couche sur le dos et demande à Ed de venir lui même s'empaler sur sa queue. Malgré la préparation, je vois le visage d'Ed se crisper alors qu'il pousse pour faire entrer le gland. Je m'approche d'eux et lui passe le flacon sous le nez. Chaleur, grosse chaleur et de lui même Ed descend d'une bonne dizaine de cm. Il me réclame une nouvelle dose. Je repasse le flacon et il se retrouve les fesses collées aux cuisses noires. Là, il ne bouge plus. Je lui demande si ça va, il me répond que c'est dur mais que c'est bon aussi. Je m'écarte.

Il reste bien 2/3 minutes sans bouger. Il remonte mais n'ose pas encore sortir toute la bite de son cul. Par contre je l'entends demander plus de gel. Le client se tartine à nouveau la kpote et Ed se rassoit. Le contraste entre les deux protagonistes est total, bien plus qu'avec Jimmy. Ed s'enhardi et entame un " pas " puis un " trot " appréciant sa nouvelle " selle ". Quand son anus s'est bien dilaté, il tourne la tête vers moi et me fait un clin d'oeil. Le black commence à le traiter de " ptite salope ", de " cul à baiser "... il le prend par les hanches et rythme lui même le mouvement d'Ed. Il (le black) se glisse vers le bord du lit et s'assoit en demandant à Ed de serrer ses cuisses contre ses hanches et de s'accrocher à son cou. Là il se lève. Il vient vers moi, me félicite de lui avoir trouvé deux jeunes aussi salopes puis s'écarte et plaque Ed contre un mur pour le fixer alors qu'il reprend le pilonnage anal. Le mec est résistant et je sais qu'il va limer un bon moment. Il bouge encore et vient poser Ed sur le plateau d'une commode, le cul juste au bord. Il n'oublie pas de graisser régulièrement sa tige. Ed est bien parti et même sans poppers donne tout ce qu'il a. Alors que le client l'écrase un peu, il s'empare d'un des gros tétons et l'aspire, le suce, en un mot le tète. Quand il le relâche pour attaquer le second, il découvre un téton raide d'un bon centimètre de longueur. Ses doigts remplacent sa bouche et le client gémis tout en continuant à limer le petit cul blanc d'Ed. Soudain, il se jette en arrière arrachant ses tétons aux bons soins de la bouche d'Ed et se bloque au fond de son cul. Il tressaute 4 à 5 fois avant de sortir. C'est seulement quand il s'est arraché qu'Ed a jute, bon point pour lui ! Comme toujours, le demi-verre de sperme qui distend la kpote est impressionnant. Nous envoyons Ed se doucher et le client me reprend l'enveloppe qu'il m'avait donné dès l'entrée pour refaire le chèque. Ce qu'il y a de bien chez mes clients c'est qu'ils sont suffisamment honnêtes pour reconnaître que parfois ça vaut plus que la passe de routine. Quand il me tend le nouveau papier, j'ai le plaisir d'y lire un montant augmenté de 50%. Pas mal !

Quand je ramène Ed chez lui, il n'y a personne, le ptit frère est au foot. J'en profite pour l'accompagner jusqu'à sa chambre. Grande, dans les 25m², posters d'équitation au mur !!! Aspect très comme il faut. Comme il n'a pas arrêté de me malaxer le paquet pendant le trajet en moto, je bande encore comme un taureau. Je le pousse sur son lit. Il a compris et défait ceinture et boutons de son 501. Je lui baisse le slip et tâte son anus. Malgré ce qu'il vient de se prendre, il s'est bien refermé et je dois saliver pour le rouvrir. J'ouvre ma combi par le bas, sors mes 20cm et les lui mets profond. Malgré ce qu'il vient de se prendre, son cul s'est bien resserré et je ne " nage " pas dedans. Je lui dis qu'il va falloir qu'il s'exerce à refermer son trou sur un crayon de bois. Il me demande comment et je lui explique les exercices de contractions annales qu'il va devoir faire si il ne veut pas que son anus ressemble à une chatte baveuse. Je reprends mon enculade sans douceur. Ed encaisse comme un pro. Son cul est trop bon. Je finis par éjaculer dedans, mes mains retenant ses hanches pour donner tout au fond de son cul. Il jute dans sa main pour ne pas en mettre partout. Je lui fais bouffer son sperme. Après m'être lavé la queue, je le quitte.

Quand je rentre, je suis seul pour encore un bon moment. Je vais à l'appart et y trouve Jimmy devant la télé. Il ne fait pas très chaud mais la piscine est chauffée et nous allons nous y délasser. Je pars pour 1h à contre courant pendant qu'il nage trankil à coté. Nous sommes interrompus par Marc qui est arrivé avec les peignoirs. Nous rentrons et Jimmy toujours " serviable " tombe à genoux aux pieds de Marc et avant qu'il ait eu le temps de réagir, entame un pipe. La bite mole prend très vite de l'épaisseur et défonce rapidement la gorge de mon petit protégé. Le mercredi, c'est le tour d'Ed et du coup il est en manque ! De mon coté je roule une pelle à mon mec. 10mn de ce régime, Jimmy exerçant des aspirations de plus en plus fortes, massant le gland derrière son larynx, Marc explose et il le gave de jus. J'en récupère une partie en roulant un patin à Jimmy.

Marc décide de garder Jimmy pour la soirée.

JARDINIER

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