#007.

[gravitonspike]

when you're in call and remember that you have hw due tomorrow but all that pinterest has is memes @technorot

[songbirdlucy]

w. @dexthelloyd at. the cottage at Bourton-on-the-Water when. a couple of days after the move in

Lucille ainda estava se habituando a sua nova realidade, a nova rotina e tudo o que implicava em sua vida. Era estranho, ainda não sentia totalmente que aquela era sua casa, então, se reservava a organizar as coisas no novo quarto, tentando deixa-lo mais a sua cara, com pequenos toques aqui e ali. A melhor parte, definitivamente, era estar perto da filha, afinar a pequena conexão que tinham, tentar deixar claro todos os dias que ela não iria embora, tinha criado o costume de ler uma história para Anya todas as noites antes de dormir, e mesmo assim, ainda conseguia ver no olhar da filha a dúvida se ela estaria ali na manha, seguinte, e todos as noites, Lucille lhe beijava a testa e prometia que a veria pela manha, e então, retornava a seu quarto, procurando não atrapalhar Dexter no que quer que ele estivesse fazendo, tinha prometido a ele e principalmente si mesma de que ficaria longe do caminho, acreditava fielmente que aquela distância seria benéfica para ambos. A sensação ainda era estranha, como se algo pudesse dar errado a qualquer momento, um passo em falso e ela arruinaria tudo, estava terminando finalmente de desfazer suas malas, chegando a última, que continha sua pequena grande coleção de lingeries, seu primeiro ato rebelde na vida, comprar roupas de baixo que os pais jamais aprovariam, e desde então, pegara gosto pela coisa, mais por si mesma do que para mostrar aos outros. Mas, agora, ela se perguntava se tinha sido realmente a melhor decisão gastar o espaço de uma mala inteira com aquilo, especialmente se pretendia não fazer absolutamente nada remotamente sexual, já bastava o beijo impulsivo que tinha dado em Dexter quando descobriu sobre o piano, não, ela tinha que se controlar.

[hahaheretic]

The moment the door opens, Arthur's fist tightens so hard it makes him wince in pain. But what hurt he might have felt is nothing compared to the humiliation of @adoptedbat seeing him like this: his right hand and knees pressed to the mattress, his head bowed and spine curved, and his left fist a replacement for a warm, willing hole.

His heart was hammering in his chest already, as it's wont to in moments like these, but now it races for an entirely different reason. With cheeks flushed red, Arthur shuts his eyes, letting out a soft: "Are you real?"

But then Bruce speaks, and his voice is so small when he asks--

"You want me?"

There isn't a good answer for it. Arthur's cock still throbs in his hand and leaks at the slit, and he'd been crying out Bruce's name up until the kid barged in. Postured like this, and with his dick still obviously hard, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing.

Arthur shivers, releasing himself slowly and reaching for the pants that're pooled around his thighs.

"Yes," he answers, cringing. "I'm sorry." Even with his sweatpants pulled up, his erection is still fat against the cloth-- evidence of his degeneracy.

Arthur keeps his head hung, ashamed. "I-- you weren't supposed to know. I'm sorry, Tiny."

[rejectory]

@rvolving *

Was that a smile.

Another button he didn’t know Q had.

“Are you old enough to drive?”

Not, judging by his soaked trainers. Q in his civilian skin is a fragment of the crowd.

Altogether past circumventing what might spook whom, James makes it a once-over while he’s at it—slim ankles, bad posture, and cat hair, surprisingly—all a sum of the parts of the intellectually most dangerous person he knows——-

the size of a paperweight.

[ask-shutter-ghost]

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the last thing that drea wanted to do with her day was spend it babysitting her roommates father, but the girl had practically begged her to keep him company while she finished her make up midterm so he wouldn’t find out that she was failing one of her classes. mary was a nice enough girl from a humble background so drea had been convinced. of course, drea had strings but since mary had grown to like the other girl’s mouth on her tits and finger in her ass, she didn’t mind a little naughty time as she liked to call it.

drea was prepared to talk npr and vietnam with the man until she opened the door and realized that he was far from the old guy she had in mind. in fact, he was definitely someone she would gladly sit on and call him daddy if he wanted. “mary’s out running errands but she wanted me to keep you company. don’t worry though, i’m open to doing anything and everything you want until then. i’m a pleaser.” while she thought she was being subtle, the way she licked her plump lips, tasting the peach gloss she had applied earlier told a different story. the way her neon sports bra hugged those fat tits of hers through her mesh fabletics top gave on the impression that she was an easy bimbo, which was perfect since she wanted danny to fully know she was all his if he wanted. “i’m drea. mary’s roommate.”

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