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despite being too prideful to actually say it, tiffani brought zeke to a whole other state of euphoria that was otherworldly. it was the intricate details, like the way her chest rose and fell when she panted and moaned. a low grunt leaves him as his length crosses the threshold of her dripping entrance, hands coming up to grip her hips. he starts off with slow, shallow strokes to tease her, progressively deepening them whilst quickening the pace. zeke draws one hand back down to rub her clit with his thumb, canines imbedded in his lesser lip. “you’re so fucking tight.” he growls lowly into the curve of her neck, his suckling on the mocha skin sure to leave a mark.

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zeke couldn’t help but be amused at his co-workers curiously watching the pair’s commute to the backroom. he wouldn’t entertain the banter or probing questions that were sure to ensue later, but he kind of reveled in the voyeuristic aspect of having an audience. zeke and tiffani’s sexual chemistry was unmatchable, to a fault — and with no strings attached, it made their liaison all the more preeminent. obviously neither of them were looking for something serious, so what they had going was pretty much perfect. “i’ll give you that one.” he smirked as their lips attached. matching the fluidity of her movements, zeke cups his palms under her thighs, carrying her to the tattoo chair. he perches her onto the edge of it, peeling the dress from her form. “show me.” the demand left his lips in a lustful rasp, his growing erection bucking between her long legs.

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cairo didn’t hold her tongue about the fact that she wasn’t the biggest fan of harley, or her antics. but it wasn’t like the girl’s disdain was unwarranted — her boyfriend spent a night in jail because of the kingpin. despite that, they’d managed to put their differences aside and were on more cordial terms after the incident. harley chuckles at the noirette’s comment, taking the blunt and bringing it to her lips. she shakes her head, accompanying the gesture with a dismissive wave. “s’cool. made it count while he was here.” she replies with a shrug. it seemed like they were bounding from one sensitive topic to another, and while harley would usually nip such conversation in the bud, the influence of everything in her system and cairo’s interest made it hard to do so. “she, uh — she wasn’t around. i don’t really know her. they were real young and she just wasn’t as ready for parenthood as she thought, i guess.” she answers sincerely, taking another drag from the blunt to numb the agitated wound that was the subject of her mother. “what about yours?”

[jackharhoe]

Cairo: 😓 Have they ever cheated on a partner?

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“Nope!! I wouldn’t do that. If I’d rather break up than to cheat.”

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harley:

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It’s An Emergency

Hi! This is not a post I wanna make or something I have to do, but the situation is terrible. We’re out of a home. This evening, tomorrow we’re expected to be gone from this house. The problem? We don’t have anywhere to stay after this. My grandmother won’t help us, I don’t think my uncle is gonna help and my aunt doesn’t have the space. The shelters will split us up, there’s no safe places– you can imagine how well my parents are taking it. I’m calling on you guys help because this is an extremely dire situation.

If you have it in your hearts (and your pockets) to help us, there’s two things you can do. You can send money to our YouCaring so they can build up money to actually put down a deposit/rent a place, or you can donate to my parents’ Paypal so we have money to stay at inns/extended stay and get food for a month or so.

paypal (for food/extended stay): [email protected]

youcaring (for apartment money)

Thanks in advance if you do help!

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Hi! Thanks if you donated but we still need money. We can’t even afford a place to stay for a week so /please/ spread this post around and give money. I know you see the notes and think ‘oh okay, shes got it and its fine’ but it’s not! We still need help!

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So, the situation is worse. We’re desperate for money, desperate for a place to stay. We had a place set up but things fell through and now we’re kind of between inns. Please, if you have the money to spare, spare it. We’re begging, desperate now because we’re having to choose between money and a place to sleep. Again, we’re homeless and bouncing between motels and inns, living off of fast food because we got nothing else. 

If you can help:

https://cash.me/$scholfields

youcaring (for apartment money)

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anthony perpetually dreaded the mall every time he had to go to one. endless crowds of people, pretentiously overpriced clothes, and it was boring as all hell from the point-of-view of a tagalong. but if there was one person that could get ant to go without any reluctance, it was hikari. he sits idly in the dressing room as she changes into a possible purchase, his eyes traveling the length of her body for the umpteenth time since they’d arrived to the place. for the most part, he had exercised good self-control, but it was getting harder by the second to keep it up. “here, i’ll get that for you.” he says as he stands up behind her and zips up the back of her dress, pressing his lips to the skin of her neck. they’d probably be in the mall for about another hour, so he figured why not try and have some kind of fun in the meantime?

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with no plans for the night and an empty house, harley hit cairo up at random to see if she was looking for something to do as well. by chance, she was – and they’d ended up on the couch in harley’s living room, three-fourths of a bottle and a couple blunts in after forty-five minutes. “explains alot.” harley says in jest after cairo gives a synopsis of her father. “he actually kinda sounds like my pops, though. taught me what he thought i needed to know, stopped at nothin’ to make sure everything was taken care of. but at the same time, he could be a real asshole.” she reminisces with a chuckle, taking another sip of the strong amber liquid in her cup while cairo puffed on the freshly-rolled extendo being rotated between them. “damn, we ain’t as different as we thought, huh?”

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all zeke wanted to do was get his appointments for the afternoon out of the way, pick maisie up from daycare, and go home. but tiffani just had to hit him with a flood of x-rated pictures and messages and make him lose his train of thought. knowing that he wouldn’t be able to continue to go on about his work day until he released some of the tension, zeke told her to stop by the shop. aimlessly browsing through his phone while leaning against the front desk, he hears the bell above the door ring, signaling someone’s entry. a lopsided grin graces his taupe features upon looking up to see tiff standing there — his next client wasn’t to come in for another hour and a half, so she showed up right on time. he ignores the prying eyes of the other artists, guiding tiffani to one of the more private rooms. ”so, you gonna back up all that shit you were talkin’?” he asks teasingly, both of his tattooed hands pulling her up and into his tall frame by the curvature of her ass.

[dadrps-blog]

/ cold hearted bitch vs. once a cold hearted asshole /

he knows what she’s going through and that there’s a ‘reason’ why she gives no fucks and he wants to fix her because he likes her but she’s stubborn and bitchy and “doesn’t need any fixing because nothings wrong with her” and this never ending cycle of trying to help and fighting back happens until one day he breaks down, exhausted of trying and he’s moments away from giving up on her until she finally opens up and lets him in. 

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the taller female shakes her shaven head at nazanin’s self-assured comment, following up with a playful roll of coffee hues. as beautiful as the brunette standing opposite her was, zion never put outer appearances on a pedestal. if anything, she usually tended to stray away from girls like nazanin, because they—along with everyone else—thought way too much of themselves. but naz seemed to be just the right combination of cocky and humble, and it was magnetic. “scared? psh.” zion replies dismissively as she steps out of her shoes and jeans. of course it was only a facade — her heart was running rampant at the thought. but before she could even register it, naz was off the rock and in the water. “uh, y-yeah.” she braces herself before taking the deepest of breaths, eyes shutting tightly as she leaps from the natural structure. an involuntary, joy-filled laugh leaves her lips upon swimming up to the cool water’s surface — a natural reaction to the exhilaration that she felt. the lack of gravity and closeness of their bodies almost made it feel as though they were one. “it is.” she responds softly, though her eyes were trained on naz, not their surroundings.

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“yeah, this is definitely it.” zion passes the portrait to nazanin after admiring it for another short second, hands thrusting into the pockets of her tattered jeans. “it is good. that was all you, though.” she replies, canines imbedded in her lesser lip as she’s tugged into an embrace. palms rest on the small of naz’s back now, a deep furrow appearing amid her brow at the girl’s suggestion. “a swim? in what, our underwear?” they were fully dressed, and hadn’t come equipped to take a dip in the waters beneath them by any means. it wouldn’t be the first time that naz had a crazy idea, though. wouldn’t be the first time that zion went through with it, either. not that she had very much of a choice in this case. “okay, fine.” she says following a moment of contemplation, shrugging with faux indifference before shedding her tee from her lank form first. the trip was zi’s time to step outside of her boundaries and be uninhibited — this was undoubtedly an opportunity for her to do so.

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zion hones her camera in on nazanin adorning the scenery beyond them, polaroid clicking as it takes and eventually produces the image. she shakes the film with slender fingers while she speaks, “i think this is the one.” a faintly triumphant remark, as zion tended to be a bit particular about what photographs she used for her pieces. it could take up to an hour for her to capture one that she was pleased with, but luckily she’d gotten a good one on the first try. not so much luck as it was a common occurrence during this trip that they were taking. zi had just chalked it up to naz being an exceptional muse. “you wanna head back to the motel now or take a few more personals and chill here for a while?” she asks. personals were the pictures they took for their own viewing and enjoyment that weren’t going to be included in the project, and they had quite a few from the previous destinations.

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Michael Brown Jr. (May 20, 1996 – August 9, 2014)