el🖤

He/They ~21~ currently obsessed with the pitt

[weaponised--soul]

[everybidenjusthavegoodtime]

mark, my words. *mark brings me my dictionary* thank you mark

[polytropic-liar]

listen I’m so glad you all are having fun with the dragon incest show, but I need you to understand that from the outside all I see is approximately 14 posts per day of people in truly horrific wigs with captions like “baegael did nothing wrong except all the murders”

[poeticfinch]

caregiver jack abbot

♡ jack is a gentler, lower energy caregiver. he definitely can have his higher energy moments, but he works nights and is getting up there in age, he doesn't always have the energy to run around after a rambunctious little. it just makes the high energy moments even more special.

♡ jack doesn't mind at all what his little calls him, masculine title? fine. feminine title? sure, why not. his name? whatever makes you comfortable. he genuinely couldn't care less, he appreciates the show of trust no matter what form it comes in.

♡ jack is big on using punishments sparingly. and his ‘punishments’ aren't scary, nor do they last long. usually it's talking it through with his little, or asking them to help him clean up the mess they made. if they aren't playing safely, the toy is removed temporarily and he redirects them to safer says to play. he never wants punishments to be something his little is scared of.

♡ jack keeps every single thing his little makes for him. either on his fridge, on his bedroom wall, in his locker at work or in a special binder all for his little one. he cherishes all of it, and it helps him get through rough days.

♡ jack is big on outdoor play. nature and bugs and having fun while getting messy. he also knows not every little likes that, so he meets them where they're at. whether that be digging in mud and climbing trees or sitting in the grass making daisy chains.

♡ jack loves taking photos. he has a polaroid camera he usually has in his bag when out and about. if he doesn't, he settles for using his phone and prints it out later. he likes making photo albums and scrapbooks of all the adventures he has with his little(s).

♡ jack is big on breaking gender stereotypes, too. his female identifying little wants cars and superheros and to learn to build things? hell yeah! his masculine identitying little wants to play dress up or princesses? he's offering up his nails to be painted immediately.

♡ jack really, really loves spoiling any little he comes across. whether its one he cares for or just a friends little, he loves giving gifts. they're always tailored to the person aswell, well thought out.

♡ jack will get immersed in things his little one likes; tv shows, movies, book series, games — all of it. he'll listen to them rant and ramble for hours, asking questions and actually remembering the answers he's given.

♡ jack who's a silly caregiver, always making jokes and goofing around. but he also is good at the more serious, vulnerable moments. he's able to switch to being serious at the slightest hint of discomfort or upset.

♡ jack who gives the absolute best hugs. biiig papa bear hugs. nice and snug and secure.

[highconsistency]

Dennis and Robby becoming popular amateur pornstars in the twitter community.

One day, they decided to film themselves during sex which they’ve done a few times before, but after rewatching this video they realized it’s a masterpiece and should be seen by others. The lighting was perfect, Dennis was folded a million ways to Sunday, and Robby sounded like a professional pornstar. It was just too good to keep hidden.

So after making a burner acct on twitter and cropping the video so their faces aren’t in view, they post it online with a few adorning tags to help it circulate. And circulate it did.

Within a week, the post got over a million views, a hundred thousand likes, and a great handfuls of retweets and comments. The instant fame might have gone to their heads (more accurately, their dicks) and figured why not post a few more? Just for the good of the general public.

They posted one of Dennis sucking Robby off, the camera angled professionally to where it was just his mouth and throat in view taking Robby’s cock messily delicious. There was another where Robby was sat between Dennis’ legs, eating him out until he was crying off camera, his thigh creatively covering Robby’s face so just his salt and peppered hair and thick torso was in view. There were plenty of others of them fucking that got pretty good views on it, too.

They thought they did a pretty good job at being anonymous as it had been a few months of this going on and no reported recognitions but their little fantasy of being anonymous came to a screeching halt one day as the two of them were working a case together.

As they worked together checking the man in his late twenties who was cradling his arm after a biking accident, he started to look between the two of them as realization covered his face.

“Hey, you guys look super familiar… or there’s something about you that i feel like I know,” the man said as Robby checked over his chart and Dennis tested the mobility of his other limbs.

“You been in the ER before?” Robby asked, looking up from over his glasses before going back to jot something down on the clipboard.

“No, no. I don’t think it’s your faces I recognize. I feel like your hair is kind of familiar. Is that weird to say?” He asked. Dennis just laughed as he looked over to Robby.

“I’ve been told I’m a bandwagoner with my hairstyle, my roommate cut it for me and-“

“Holy shit, do you guys have a twitter account?”

Robby and Dennis immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in fear, Dennis dropping the hurt arm as the man howled in pain.

“Sorry! Sorry, um, no we don’t I don’t even think this old man knows what twitter is,” Dennis rambled anxiously. “Here, hold your arm like this, a nurse will be in here in a second to look at it,”

“Aren’t you a doctor?” The man tried to ask but Dennis was already halfway out the door, Robby not far behind and he sputtered out apologies.

Dennis rounded an empty trauma room, tugging Robby in closely behind him.

“We have to delete that account,”

“Maybe there’s another couple on twitter out there who look exactly like us!” Dennis just gave Robby a deadpan look.

“I’m not losing my job over this, oh my god,” Robby watched as he paced the room, hands over his head in nervousness. Doing saw less of an issue with it but still sympathized with Dennis’ fear.

“Well, at least we didn’t do that doctor/patient role play you wanted,” he barely had time to dodge the pillow Dennis had managed to grab and throw at him, laughing as at the weak shut up! his boyfriend shouted at him.

They didn’t delete the account and posted the doctor/patient roleplay video a month later.

[nothingbutaspeckofdust]

To Bush, Or Not To Bush. That Is the Question- Trans! Dennis Whitaker

(A/N): I keep seeing these posts and comments about bushes specifically Robby’s reaction to Dennis’s bush (wilderness) and what would happen if Dennis decided to shave it. So I humbly offer you this one-shot.

Thinking about trans Dennis who hasn’t shaved since starting his transition.

His mother had always insisted that women were supposed to be hairless, that men preferred their wives to not have body hair. She swore that women having body hair was simply unhygienic— which now, as a medical professional, he knows isn’t true— so the second Dennis started going through puberty, his mother handed him a razor and a bar of soap and told him to keep himself proper. Dennis had scowled but endured it even though he’d get terrible razor bumps and ingrown hairs.

He hated it then and he still hates it now.

Truthfully, he hadn’t really thought about it since leaving Nebraska, a few months before he actually started his transition. The few partners he had prior to med school (all one night stands) hadn’t been that put off by body hair, so Dennis figured that shaving was purely for cosmetic purposes, and that his mother’s bullshit agenda was just that; an agenda, propaganda to scare him as a child.

It never really clicked to him that, like his mother insisted, some people might actually prefer their partners to be groomed.

When he started Dating Michael Robinavitch, who tells Dennis that he’s a MUNCH (Dennis had never heard that term before and had turned an embarrassing shade of fire truck red when it had been explained to him), and gets his first taste of heaven in the form of Robby’s tongue parting through his folds, lapping at his cunt and wrapping his lips around Dennis’s dick, the idea of shaving goes straight out of the window as he cums so hard the first time, that he pulls on poor Robby’s hair so violently that the older man yelps.

Robby has never complained about his pubic hair. He’s a hairy guy himself, which Dennis adores, so obviously Dennis doesn’t consider the possibility that his boyfriend may not like how bushy he is.

Until, during one very odd shift, he meets a drunken patient who comes in with his (equally as drunk) pals. Talking shit about women’s bodies like they are objects and not people.

“I’m telling you, man!” Dennis overhears one of them say, “some bush is okay, but, like, at least trim the hedges, you know? Went down on her and found a pube in my mouth, total fucking turn off.”

Dennis stills instantly, listening into the conversation as a round of agreement and laughter spills behind the cracked door.

“I prefer ‘em bald.” The patient says, “especially if I’m eating her out.”

Dennis’s brow furrows as the third one adds a comment. “God forbid she has ass hair! I mean, Jesus! You remember Allison? From Chem?”

There’s another round of laughter and shame forms a pit in Dennis’s stomach as the revelation hits. Would Robby prefer him to be hairless? Dennis is on testosterone, his whole lower body is covered in blonde hairs. Does he find it disgusting?

There’s a flare of panic, and suddenly thoughts are running through his mind as he compares his hairy body to the likes of these hairless women that the drunk guys are discussing.

He is quieter for the rest of shift. Quiet enough that Trinity notices almost immediately.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” She asks when they’re chatting. “You’ve got that sad mouse look.”

“I do not have a ‘sad mouse’ look!”

“Do too.” He bites the inside of his lip, head tucking slightly. She instantly goes from slightly joking to straight up concerned. “Dennis? Seriously? What’s wrong?”

“I—“ how does he even go about explaining this, “do you shave?”

She blinks at him. “What?”

“You know— like… down there?”

“I hardly believe that’s your business.” She folds her arms across her chest.

“It’s not— argh— I’ve just been thinking about shaving again, it’s getting to be… too much?”

Trinity raises a skeptical brow. “Uh-huh. Any specific reason why? Are you doing this for yourself? Or for someone else?”

“Myself.” He lies meekly. “I just- it’s been a while, and I get really bad razor bumps, so—“

“Have you ever thought about waxing?” She interrupts.

“Waxing?”

Trinity shrugs. “Yeah? I go to this place called the Wax Bar, the one that’s a few blocks from our apartment, and they’re pretty good.”

“Doesn’t it hurt though?”

“Only for like thirty minutes, then it’s smooth sailing. Figurative and literally.” She grins at him, “I’m going there tomorrow if you want to come?”

He contemplates it for a moment. Then he recalls the men’s conversation from earlier, immediately followed by the made up image of Robby’s face curled in disgust, and agrees. “yeah, alright. Let’s do it.”

Let it be known that Trinity Santos is a complete liar.

Dennis figures that out pretty quickly when the first strip of wax has him yelling expletives that would have his mama washing his mouth out with soap if she’d heard him.

By the end of the session with the very lovely older Russian woman named Lana —who Dennis almost decked at several points, but that’s not relevant— his crotch is red hot and sticking uncomfortably to his boxers.

“You’re walking like you’ve just gotten off of a horse.” She snorts when he glares at her.

“What happened to ‘it doesn’t hurt that bad’?” He hisses.

“Oh quit it. You’re such a baby!”

“This can’t be normal.” He groans, “it feels like fire.”

“It’ll calm down,” she laughs as they get into the car to go home. (Well, Trinity gets into the car, Dennis moves so gingerly that trinity rolls her eyes.)

She’s right. It does calm down. But it took baby oil, and some frozen peas for it to finally stop pulsing.

“How’s it feeling, Huck?” Trinity enters the bathroom without warning while he’s inspecting himself in the mirror. He wraps his towel back around himself, barely managing to conceal himself before she barges in.

“Jesus!” He shouts.

She whistles, clearly catching sight of his naked form just as he covers himself. “Looking smoother than a baby seal!”

“Is the concept of privacy nonexistent for you?”

“Basically.” She shrugs, continuing into the bathroom. “Hope you aren’t planning on seducing our boss tonight, you’re supposed to wait at least 24 hours before having sex after getting a fresh wax.”

He sputters, cheeks going red. “I am not—! We aren’t—! Ugh, you’re impossible!”

He storms out while she cackles.

Dennis does, in fact, not go over Robby’s that night. He wants to, desperately, he wants to, but he refrains. Even when Robby shoots him a text, asking if he’s coming around tonight, he declines. (It’s a hardship on both their parts, but Dennis promises that he’ll come over tomorrow with a surprise, which Robby seems very enthusiastic about.)

He spends the whole night tossing and turning with slight anxiety, then following morning he is hyping himself up in his full length mirror while trying to figure out what to wear.

He settles for the crotchless panties he’d bought himself years ago that he’d never worn, but thought they were too pretty to throw away. It had been hiding in the back of his closet, and Dennis is surprised that they still fit.

The fabric is light blue, satin, with lace on the trim, and a cute bow that sits on the top of his ass. He didn’t dress like this. Ever. But, even he has to admit that it is quite a sight.

“Robby’s going to love it!” He whispers reassurances to himself the whole bus ride to his boyfriend’s townhouse as he fiddles with the hem of his (Robby’s) worn out t-shirt.

He’s feeling very brave when he gets to Robby’s doorstep. Unfortunately, the bravery starts to wane when Robby opens the door and smiles at him.

Dennis doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of seeing the way Robby’s eyes light up when Dennis is in his presence. The way his crows feet become more pronounced, the summertime warmth of his brown irises… he’s so beautiful it’s physically painful to look at him sometimes.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Dennis blushes at the moniker. Robby’s hand shoots out to grab the younger man by the shirt and pulls him into his arms as he shuts the door behind them.

Dennis grins, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Robby on the lips. “Missed you.”

“Yeah?” Robby chuckles, rubbing the tip of his nose with Dennis’s. “You should’ve come over last night then.”

“I couldn’t.” Robby pulls away, giving Dennis a questioning glance.

“Is this about my surprise?” He asks cheekily.

Dennis’s heart speeds up a bit. He tries to smother the anxiety with false confidence. Fake it til you make it, or however the saying goes.

He nods shyly. Then without warning he toes off his sneakers, and undoes his belt. Robby grabs his hands, joking, “Christ, give a man some warning before you go stripping in my foyer!”

“It’s necessary for your… surprise.”

Robby cocks his head to the side, then his eyes widen comically. “Den, please tell me you got my name tattooed on your ass.”

“What?” He asked bewildered. “No! Why the fuck would I get your name tattooed on my ass? And why the hell are you so damn excited about that?”

He shrugs. “I’m possessive.”

No shit.

“Alright, if it isn’t my name tattooed on your body —which I encourage, by the way—“

“Freak.” Dennis mutters midway through his sentence earning a smack on his butt.

“Then what is it?”

Dennis rolls his eyes and pulls his pants down, stepping out of them entirely to show off his panties and hairless pussy to his boyfriend. Dennis tries to look more enticing than he feels, especially under Robby’s watchful eyes.

He could see in real time the immediate reaction Robby has the second he spots Dennis’s bare cunt because the man, honest-to-god, drops to his knees and glares at Dennis’s body like it has personally offended him.

The silence is deafening, Robby’s hands are on Dennis’s hips, unmoving. Dennis begins to squirm under his critique.

Fingers drift from his left hip to the bands of the underwear that sits on either side of his pussy. “What- what did you do?”

Shame and insecurity pull at Dennis’s navel. Like a skittish animal, he goes to retreat. To put his pants back on, to tell Robby to forget this ever happened, but Robby locks an arm around the back of his knees, keeping him in place.

“I—“ Dennis gulped nervously. “I got waxed.”

Robby pets the smooth skin, “no, I see that. But… why?”

“I thought you’d like it.” He bites his lower lip, “do you not like it?”

He’s silent once again and Dennis really wants to bolt now, the embarrassment too much for him to handle.

“My poor baby,” Robby whines from below, voice breaking as though it was genuinely an emotional moment. “He’s so cold.”

“He? Wha—? Oh!” Dennis lets out a noise of surprise when Robby starts placing kisses against his inner thighs, one hand slipping the pretty panties off of his body.

“These are really nice, Sweetheart. I don’t want you to ruin them.” Robby mutters into his skin. Then he presses his nose and mouth onto the younger man’s cunt, inhaling deeply and frowning.

“Not going to lie, you’re giving me really mixed signals right now.” Dennis admits. Robby doesn’t spare him a glance, too focused on mapping out the bare pussy in front of him.

“He’s so naked. Doesn’t smell like you.” The attending pouts. “You butchered my boy, my sweet baby.”

Dennis rolls his eyes at Robby’s ridiculous performance. “Why the hell did you do this?”

“I…” Dennis’s nerves flare again, uncertain how to answer. “I heard some guys talking about hair down there and that men don’t really like that.”

Robby looks at him like he’s lost his mind as he keeps rambling. “And I just thought, we haven’t really discussed body hair, and you going down on me must be kinda gross because I am- was- so hairy. I figured maybe I ought to do a little… maintenance.”

“Have I ever given you any indication that I dislike your bush?” Robby asks genuinely.

“Well, no, but—“

“I’m a grown man.” Robby states. “I can handle a jungle.”

“Yeah, but those guys—“ he tries to argue.

“Are fucking babies if they don’t eat cunt just cause they’re scared of a little pubic hair.” Robby licks at Dennis’s cock, still somewhat sensitive from the waxing despite how long it’s been since he got it done. “This is nice, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you au natural. Don’t ever do this to my poor baby again.”

Robby smothers himself in Dennis’s pussy, eating him out right there against the doorframe. Making him whine, purr, beg, shout, cum all over his beard and lips til he’s dripping on the floor tiles below.

When Robby stands with a groan, knees cracking, he takes a flushed and dazed Dennis by the hands and smiles down at him lovingly.

“If you ever shave or wax my poor pussy again, I swear to god I will shave my beard. Then we’ll both be sad.” He punctuated the threat with a kiss and a pat to Dennis’s head. “Move it, Whitaker, I gotta keep him warm.”

Dennis stumbles stupidly down the hall, following his boyfriend to the bedroom with only one thought. He cannot go hairless again. As much as he loves Robby, Dennis is entirely sure that he will actually cry if he shaves his beard.

When he catches up with Robby, both void of all clothing, Robby looks down at Dennis’s pussy and sighs. “Next time, just get the fucking tattoo.”

“Noted.”

[richonnefan50]

Him looking at Noelle and Robby like this like his ass wasn’t shirtless with his titties out for the whole er to see and doing swat hours ago 😭😭😭

[dominants-dominion-v2]

Turning the bulge in my pants to the bulge in your tummy

[dickgraysonmyrobin]

the lack of reaction about readcomiconline's death is the true indicator of how many people just do not read comics but participate in the comics fandom

[dickgraysonmyrobin]

who let this guy in here

[21anon12]

You know what? I'm gonna take this as an opportunity to ramble about piracy.

"Piracy is bad, yada yada."

Alright. We can agree on that.

But—and I'm sorry if this comes across as offensive—that position often comes from a place of privilege.

And not just economic privilege.

I live in a country where American comics are not always easy to find, and in many cases they're never translated or published at all.

Just to be clear, I'm not talking about some mythical "third-world country". I'm talking about a perfectly ordinary European country where the comics I like simply aren't considered profitable enough to distribute.

I remember digging through obscure websites back in 2006 just to get a glimpse of The New Teen Titans. It was a nightmare, but somehow I managed to read the whole thing anyway.

It took me seven years to get a legally published copy of Blackest Night: Titans. SEVEN. Thank God for piracy, because it gave me immediate access. Otherwise I would have been the only idiot trying to discuss Black Lanterns in 2016.

Why? Because Titans comics are considered niche here. Shops don't stock them. Publishers often don't translate them. And when they do, sometimes the translation is... let's politely call it "creative". (I'm still trying to recover from the translated version of Last Will and Testaments...) You wait years, pay more, and occasionally get a worse product. Wonderful.

The only reason Blackest Night: Titans was eventually published here, as far as I can tell, is that Blackest Night was such a massive crossover event that leaving out an entire tie-in would have created a noticeable hole in the collection.

And don't even get me started on the Wolfman/Pérez era. That only became legally accessible here in the 2010s.

So yes, this might come as a shock to some people, but piracy is not always about being cheap.

Sometimes it's about access—because access is not distributed equally.

If a comic is unavailable in your language, unavailable in your country, unavailable digitally, unavailable physically, and unavailable second-hand at anything resembling a reasonable price, then "just buy it" stops being a solution and starts being nothing more than a slogan.

And for many international readers, piracy is the reason they became comic fans in the first place.

Peace out and read comics.

If you can, buy them, too.

[imsorrybruce]

I will even go so far as to say that no, piracy is not, in fact, a bad thing. Lets consider who uses it:

1) people who are not financially capable of buying a piece of media. They wouldn't be paying anyway (though often times, when these people get financially stable enough to afford it they will buy the pieces of media that they pirated before and liked)

2) people who do not have access to the media due to living in a region where that media is not distributed. Think people in Europe who do not have any comics shops nearby, people in countries like Russia with heavy censorship of queer media. These people wouldn't be paying anyway

3) people who are after media that is no longer destributed, think games by companies that since stopped existing, tv shows that were deemed unpopular and canceled, obscure cartoons. These people wouldn't be paying anyway

4) people who are always trying to get something without paying/paying as little as possible. Chances are, they wouldn't be paying anyway

5) people who want to check out the media before deciding if they want to spend the money on it or not. They most likely will not pay for the media if they can't find a free sample

So what do we see? Most people who do this would not be paying anyway. Companies are not losing consumers to piracy, because most of the pirates weren't people who would be able to buy their product to begin with, or wouldn't be interested in buying it.

Moreover, piracy helps save media. There are countless shows and games and movies that would be lost media if not for piracy. For example, one of my favorite games since childhood: Paraworld. It came out in 2006. The dev company stopped existing in 2014. It's not on Steam, or other such platforms. You can only buy it second-hand, on disks, and there aren't lots of offers. The only reason I still have access to it, is piracy.

So yeah, piracy is not bad. It helps us preserve media and avoid censorship. Everyone say thank you to piracy

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

they should have animated the whole gambit shirtless bondage scene tbh. for me.

[lin4lool]

rabbot at the beach sketch collection

[sheldoncooperiscool]

med school rabbot drinking and flirting leads to play fighting which leads to robby layed out on the floor and jack doing pushups over him.

robby can’t find a spot to settle his eyes, jacks neck tensed with effort, the two drops of sweat heading towards his collarbone, his thick biceps caging in his head. robby is in sweaty man heaven.

now from here we either get robby goading him, “Brother you didn’t even go all the way up on that one,” “cmonnnn jackie you aren’t getting tired yet are you? use those muscles, what else are they good for?”

or jack torturing robby, inching himself lower and lower until he’s hovering just above robby’s face, “no words now eh pretty boy? bit of muscle in your face and you are belly up.” “should have expected it from you”

anyway then they frot.

[visxionery]

rabbot videosexting on call because they miss each other while robby's on sabbatical and BUT HANG ON WAIT....robby is a pathetic boomer so he lowkey forgot to switch off his camera and mic and end the call so he jerks off and jack does to because he finds that hot and then robby cums when jack reveals he's been there the whole time. SEND TWEET, (cough if someone writes this...heh...who said that.)

[sheafrotherdon]

For @siriaeve:

Jack could have predicted, to some degree, that getting Robby into his bed would be rewarding. Long before he managed it he’d thought about the prospect in great detail, imagined the mutually satisfying orgasms they could work toward, the way they’d likely curse at each other; the way he hoped they’d laugh.

What he didn’t anticipate was this—Robby stretched out in his bed, loose-limbed, post-coital, watching him sleepily with a smile on his face. He hadn’t thought about Robby humming with pleasure while Jack cleaned him up, or Robby catching Jack’s hand just to press a kiss to his knuckles. He hadn’t considered the way that Robby would turn toward him when he finally got back in bed, the way that Robby would blink lazily, like some kind of long, lean cat, and rub his face against the pillow, and continue to smile. Jack hadn’t given nearly enough thought to how badly he’d want to touch him, or how Robby would sink deeper into the mattress under the gentle pressure of Jack’s hand. He hadn’t thought about Robby relaxed. It was fucking intoxicating.

Jack inch-wormed closer, one long shiver running down his spine as Robby clumsily threw an arm around him to pull him in, and indulged them both in a sweet, messy kiss that Robby kept fucking up by smiling. And Jack could only smile in response, tug up the sheets and the blankets, lie there and watch Robby drift slowly to sleep. With his defenses down he looked younger, and a fierce wave of protectiveness washed up from Jack’s heart. “I got you,” he whispered. He hadn’t anticipated just how much.

[ozarkthedog]

ER 7.07 THE PITT 1.01

[hucklenberries]

prev reblog making me feral omfg yolanda and emery having a competition to see who victoria calls mommy first. so they do the works: the spoiling, the praises, the punishments and degradation, the pet-names.

so much pet-names—yolanda calls victoria her baby and her princess and her conejita, and she says these with a dip in her voice, affectionate but teasing; emery calls victoria her pretty thing and her sweet girl and her little bird, and she says these like she’s so sure of herself that victoria is hers.

victoria is a shy thing for them, stuttering under the weight of their attention and yet, unknowingly, she wasn’t yielding to the game with how stubborn she is to cling onto their names. the first time that yolanda heard victoria call her dr. garcia in bed, she laughed so hard that she had to take a piss break or else she would’ve leaked on her bed. when she came back, she folded herself on top of victoria, rasping out oh, baby, were you still trying to prove to me that you’re a big girl? victoria’s embarrassment was a sight to behold—all tensed and snappy—and yolanda adored the way this flighty girl started biting back as she rolled her eyes at her and tugged at her hair and demanded yolanda to fuck deeper. what a demanding baby she had in her hands, but yolanda wasn’t complaining. she didn’t even care that victoria had yet to call her anything but a broken keen of garcia because this baby of hers was sweet, her taste lingering in the back of her teeth.

emery was a different experience. victoria was shyer, more docile, and quieter with her. she ducked her gaze away and nibbled on her lips as though emery would kick her out of her apartment if victoria was any louder. c’mon, sweet thing, emery crooned, softly tugging victoria’s lip out from where it was trapped between teeth, no hurting yourself before i could even play with that cute mouth. victoria hiccupped, eyeing her with those adorable eyes that emery decided to change her plans. she heard from yolanda that victoria wanted something overwhelming and debauched but emery decided to tease a different way, curling her tongue so torturously slow to see if this was how she could coax the name from her bird. but all victoria ever sobbed out was a soft, little emy.

it takes a while for yolanda and emery to finally figure out why victoria had yet to slip up—there was a player who they didn’t know was in on the game.

“what?” dana asks, eyeing them both. she’s chewing on a gum, feigning disinterest, but they both could see the smirk that teases the corner of her lips. “you guys’re the late ones, ‘ere. sweetheart’s been calling me that for ages.”

[mxpvtrx]

Rabbot Morning Coffee

Planned to do a quick and easy drawing, nothing too complicated. Four days later here I am.... I regret nothing.

Sunrise yoga anyone?