Y'all know how there's really stupid unnecessary websites everywhere? A cute one is a Twitch stream who's always live, just a pen of ferrets playing and sleeping for hours. Anyways, there's definitely a website in the DC universe where there's just live streams of Bruce Wayne's house, the Titans tower, and the Hall of Justice because there's so many windows and lights, when it's nighttime and all the lights finally turn off or a hero comes into frame, it probably entertains.
Im done with my finals (for now) so we are back to compromising positions. Inspired by this fic (Quality Control by SassyTabris). Absolute cinema, just had to draw something about it
Coyle the type of guy to fuck his friendās son/daughter in a dirty trailer park while theyāre back from college for the holidays
like disgusting, on the floor sex
Hey, that son in question is me, actually.
tw: oops it's all horny
Besides that, he fucking would. He's a horny bastard & a very flirty one. God, just imagine pulling you by the pants using one finger to lure you in, & he's kissing your neck to get some of those quiet little sighs out of you.
You can feel his hard-on grinding up against the center of your pants. You would absolutely let this man do anything to you, but the problem is he's your dad's friend & he's like a little over twice your age. You stand still, but you try not to make eye contact with Coyle because you're not sure how to feel about this. Coyle may lack empathy & hell, even sympathy for others, but he does not lack understanding of the language of the body.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he coos, "Ya nervous?" Coyle says this with a tone of sympathy, but really, he's enjoying your nervousness. It's cute & by god, he loves the cute ones. In return for his question, you nod.
"Ain't nothin' to be nervous about, darlin'." Coyle's mouth leaves your neck to look at your face more clearly & he thinks for a moment before speaking again. "Ya nervous 'cause yer scared of yer daddy findin' out about us? That ya gotta a little thing for men older than the boys yer age?"
You nod. "I don't think my dad would like me messing around with you for the most part."
"Messin'?" He chuckles. "It ain't about what he likes, sugar." Coyle grabs your face by the chin to force you to make eye contact with him. You couldn't see his eyes behind those dark shades, but you could feel his glare piercing into your soul. "Ya know somethin' I would absolutely hate?"
"What would be something you hate?"
"A boy thinkin' they can fuck you like I can. Sweetness, I can't stand anyone else touchin' you like this. I want you to be mine, baby. Don't you understand that? Can't keep excusin' myself to smoke outside with my dick in my hand thinkin' about fuckin' you on this goddamn floor," Coyle's lips smash against yours as he shoves his tongue in your throat. He pulls back reluctantly from your lips. "Yer daddy ain't here, baby. Why don't ya be good fer me & bend that sweet ass?"
I started playing rdr2 and noticed something while watching a yt video about it. At the beginning of the game, wolves attack John on the mountain, kill his horse, and nearly kill him. John moved. Either trying to run and get farther or to find a final resting spot. On the other side of where you find him, there's a perfect slope down back to your horses. If John was being hunted, he would've taken that way to get behind them and survive. But he was hurt so badly, he took the next best thing, and gave up. He chose that side of the cliff as his final view. If you use cheats or somehow get back up there on a day, it isn't snowing, and it's clear, you can see a perfect view down to the mining town everyone was at. John chose that to be his final spot, watching over his friends and family even when he was bleeding out. The way Abigail sees him still pisses me off.
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