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[babbushka]

C is for Charlie and c is also for Cum please and thank you 💕💖❤️

When he gave you that little smile at the bar, you had known exactly what it meant. Nicole was out of town, on some stint of a show in Los Angeles, stepping back into acting for camera. That meant Charlie was all alone, his big bed empty. She had taken Henry with her this time, wanted him to have some west coast sunshine. 

Well, you had thought, if she’s gone she’s gone – Charlie deserved some east coast pussy.

You don’t know how many times you’ve come now, now that it’s this late into the evening. Six? Seven? Eight? You don’t know. At what point does it stop being separate orgasms, and begins blending all into one long bright hot pulse of pleasure? At what point will your body run out? Charlie’s hell bent on finding out.

His cock is slowly slowly slowly pushing in and out of you, slowly, too slowly. It’s not enough for a fast fuck, no, this is purposefully drawn out. This is meant to last as long as possible. You don’t even know how you’re able to make a coherent thought.

“Please, please.” You can’t make a coherent sentence, at least.

Your hands had been scratching up his back but now they’re fondling your breasts, squeezing at the flesh and pinching at your own nipples, because you’re both desperate for another orgasm but you want it hard, you want it rough. He’s being so sweet, undulating his hips and rolling his pelvis against yours, being so slow. It’s driving you insane, it’s making you come.

“No,” He shakes his head, though you can tell he’s getting desperate too with the way his hips will occasionally buck hard and make you yelp out, make your cunt throb. “No you’re going to come like this, I want to feel you come like this, I know you can.”

He kisses you, kisses down your neck, sucks one of your nipples into his mouth and you cry out in relief. You’re covered in sweat, you don’t know how many hours it’s been. Charlie’s come three times inside you already, and with each slow slow slow thrust you can hear the sick squelch of his cock fucking it back inside you whenever it dares to spill out.

“You close?” You manage to pant out, but he smiles at you, thrusts slow.

“Don’t worry about me,” He licks and sucks at your breast, and you’re crying again, just from the over-stimulation of it all. You want to come again but you don’t know if you can, if you have any left in you to give. “Do you hear that? Feel how wet your pussy is? That’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yeah – !” You gasp high and loud in the safety of his bedroom, house empty, no one around to hear.

One of his hands frees your thigh where he’d kept a bruising grip, and instead twines with the fingers of your free hand, holds your hand between your bodies, his pace unyielding.

“Come on I want one more out of you.” He peppers kisses and bites to the underside of your jaw, and your chin wobbles, pinches in, because fuck it’s so good, you’re going to sob from how good it is. You want to come so badly, you don’t want to wait any longer but the rhythm of his cock isn’t nearly fast enough to give you the friction you need.

“I can’t,” You bite your lips, trying to convey to him that he has to give you more, has to do something more, “I – ”

“Yes you can, you can.” He licks into your mouth, his tongue just as slow and wet and hot as his cock where he fucks his come deep deep deep inside your pussy, the slow slick glide of it making your skin burn. “You come one more time, and then I’ll come.”

You drop your hips, and he smiles, smiles because like this he can rub your gspot. He does, over over over again, and when your body nearly jackknifes from the sensation of your last orgasm ripping through you, he keeps it up, pushes the head of his cock in short little bursts of energy as he comes.

You can feel it spreading through you, even though you’re all full, all full up with him. He drops to his elbows around you, cages you in with his body as he milks his cock with your cunt, your pussy overflowing with come.

“Good?” He asks, grunts out and turns to catch the corner of your open mouth with his teeth.

You can’t speak, you only nod, worried that if you tried to make a sound all you’d hear is the sloshing of his come in your cunt, flooding you full. You know when he pulls out it’ll be a fucking disaster, a mess on the sheets, there’s no way you’ll be able to sleep in it comfortably.

But he won’t pull out, not for a long while, simply because it’s too, “Good.”

[amphibiad]

Hey boys! I've always been curious about this one, "Tea- Have you ever played a musical instrument?" Happy Labor Day!

“I had a drum set for a bit but mom couldn’t take it.”

“Mom? We all had to suffer about it.”

“Not as much as we all suffered from your guitar playing in college, Ben.”

[revengeworld]

Let the Past die. I

CHAPTER 1

Zombie Apocolypse AU

Kylo x Reader (+ Solo siblings)

Words: +1.900

Warnings: It is a Zombie AU so … Blood, Death, Angst and Gore will probably appear in every chapter. Somtimes more sometimes less. In this chapter there will be shooting in a school building so if this upsets you, please consider skipping this chapter.

AN: This will be a series and i hope to get a new chapter out each week atleast :) It is not exactly a Solo Triplet story because i like to experiment with them as brothers in different ages in my stoys. Hope you will like it none the less.  I´m very excited to share this story, because i think Angst and Drama suits me better then Fluff, but we will see how much Fluff will end up in this aswell. Constructive critic is always welcome.

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Next Chapter - Starry Night

Chapter 1 - Empty

It all happened unexpected and suddenly overnight. Nobody had suspected anything, no News in the Media, no weird attacks, no one ever thought that a think like the resurrection from the dead or the case of cannibalism would be happening in this area of time.

But the whole world seemed to have turned upside down in a matter of a few hours.

Now she was standing there, the blood of her parents splattered over her body, while the men who shot them presser her against his chest.

“Sweetheart, you are going to be late for school!” “I´m coming, Mom!”

She run down the stairs, pressing a binder against her chest and pulling the strap of her backpack over her shoulder.

“What took you so long?” “Sorry, I made sure that I have everything for my literature project.” while she patted the binder, she took one of the toasts that her mother had placed on the table.

“And don´t forget, come home after your club. We go out for Lunch for Dads Birthday.” “Yes Mom. I promise.”quickly making her way around the counter, after finishing her breakfast, kissing her Mother Goodbye and ruffling the ears of her old dog Benji.

As soon as she walked down the veranda, she almost run into someone. “Sorry...” a low voice mumbled, before the dark figure continued his path.

“No, i´m sorry...” she whispered shyly, knowing that he couldn´t hear her anymore. She knew him since she was little, since their family moved here when she was only 3 years old. He always seemed to keep to himself, his black strains of hair, mostly falling into his face hiding his dark eyes. Always covered in black clothing and rarely speaking.

The only thing the both of them had in common was their way to school.

When she finally arrived at the school, she was greeted by her friends who were already waiting for her.

It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. They had a chemistry test in second period, Pizza for Lunch and nice giggle and chat after the school before they would need to go to their Clubs.

Walking through the halls , they all joked around carefree until a sudden announcement echoed through the halls and classrooms.

“EMERGENCY! This is not a drill! A violant disturbance has broken out on campus. There is an imminent risk of danger to participants and bystanders. For your own safety, please go into a building and take cover. If you are not in the Area, stay away. Follow instructions from school officials or local authorities. I repeat!”

The message repeated and the group of girls looked shocked at each other.

“Do you think this is a joke?” one of them asked scared and kept looking around.

“Didn´t you listen?! It´s not a drill.” another one hissed, but seemed just as terrified. “What should we do?”

Hearing tumult nearby, all of them started to panic. Y/n quickly rushed to the classrooms nearby and started to check and ruttle at the handles. “This one is open! Quick!!”

Looking over to her friends she noticed a small figure coming out of the boys bathroom.

It was a small boy, his dark brown hair standing up in all directions, his face pale and horrified.

She stopped in her tracks, quickly rushing to his side before down in front of him. When she saw his scared face she felt like it seemed quite familiar but couldn´t quite place it.

“Hey there, I know this seems all very scary right now but you need to hide with us, alright?”

For a moment he seemed relieved before but kept a safe distance.

“My Brother told me not to talk to strangers.” he mumbled shy. “That sa good advice your brother gave you, but at the moment ...” she got interrupted by her friends.

“Y/N come on!!” they shrieked in a panic. “One Moment!!” she shushed them and turned back to the boy.

“The how about we become friends? My name is Y/N.” “B...Ben...”

Smiling down at him she place a hand gently on his shoulder.

“See Ben, now we are no strangers anymore….” a sudden sound around the corner made them flinch and she quickly pushed him to the classroom her friends were waiting. “But we really need to hide now!”

For the most time it stayed quiet. No Announcements, a few footsteps here and there but they really wasn´t sure if they could consider this a good thing or not.

The five of them were sitting in a corner of the classroom, pressed together under the last table they hadn´t used to barricade themselves.

“Do you guys think somebody will still come for us?” one of her friends began to share her worrys.

Y/N who had her arms around Ben to keep him calm, looked angry at her friend. “Of course somebody will come for us!” she hissed quiet, but after a few hours they just knew it couldn´t be just a small incident.

When they suddenly heard Gunfire outside the room, they tried to cover their screams and Y/N instinctively covered Bens ears until the door was pushed open by a few police officers.

“Alright Kids, we are from the state police and will bring you home. Please follow us. Everything will be alright now.” while they slowly followed the officers outside, Y/N carried Ben to spare him from the sight of the chaotic school. Broken Doors and windows, bloody handprints on the walls and distant sound of gun fire.

Feeling the little boy shake in her arms, she only pressed him nearer.

“Don´t worry, they will get us home soon.” she tried to encourage him and felt his slight nod against her shoulder. When they left the building it was already dark outside.

“A Van will bring you home, pleas get in the Line for your district and follow the orders of the officials.

“Ben where do you live?” she asked him while setting him down, he quickly held onto her hand. “Fr...Frankly Street, in Brooklyn.” the small boy stuttered.

“Thats good! I live in the same street! Stay close now, okay?” with a worried look she separated from her friends and pushed through the crowed to get to the Van they needed.

“Ben? BEN?!” the dark haired boy, she had run to in the morning was pushing threw the crowd and quickly kneeling down to the boy. “Are you okay? You hurt?” he asked worried but Ben only smiled. “No, Y/N helped me out!” and she could hear the older brother mumble a thanks. “That´s good, Bud. Come on we need to get home.”

Before she couldn´t even say her goodbye, the older one suddenly laid his hand on her lower back.

“Our Van is this way.” he explained without looking at her. “Thanks...uhm” she mumbled and walked along them.

“Kylo...” he answered her unspoken question and helped her into the car. Placing Ben on her lap before he took the place beside her. “I´m Y/N...” “I know.” for a moment she wasn´t sure, if she really had seen a little smirk form on his lips.

Seeing the familiar road, Y/N heart felt a lot more at ease and couldn´t wait to meet up with her parents.

“Please remember, pack a few things, just the important things, clothes, food rations and make your ways to the city halls in less then an hour! Your familys will be safe there!” the driver explained again before he let them outside.

“Good Luck.” she heard Kylos deep voice beside her. “You too.” ruffling through Bens hair before she rushed to her house.

“Mom? Mom are you here?!”

Now that she was home, her body suddenly started to shake and she couldn´t keep her voice from breaking. “Mom? Dad? Anybody?” it was just a whisper that escaped her lips and for a moment she didn´t know what she should do.

Frozen in place, her body just wouldn´t move until she heard a small yelp from the kitchen. “Benji?” stumbling into the dark room a scream was caught up in her throat.

The floor was covered in blood, her dog laying there while someone was leaning over him. A shiver running down her spine while she heard the crunching noise coming from that horrible scene in front of her and she was sure she would never forget these horrible sounds.

“Dad what are you doing?!” Y/N found her voice back, even though it only came out as a shriek. Her fathers head snapped in her direction, only letting out a low growl showing of his blood smeared teeth.

Before she could properly react, her father had grabbed her shoulders and was throwing her against the wall with a bone shaking scream.

“Dad, please...” Y/N whimpered trying to catch her breath. Slipping on the wet floor she fell to the ground, trying to crawl under the table she felt someone grabbing her leg and pulled her back.

This was it, this was the end. At keast that was what she thought until a sudden loud bang halled through the kitchen.

Her ears started ringing, and she pressed her shaking hands onto them while she screamed. When she opened her eyes again, her fathers body was lying to her feet, his face mutilated by the bullet that went through it.

This was a nightmare, she just needed to wake up. Pressing her eyelids shut she started to hit her head. Wake up! Wake up!!

Someone grabbed her wrist and pulled them away from her face. “Hey it´s me!” her eyes shot up to look into the honey brown eyes from Kylo.

First she was relieved to see him until she noticed the rifle in his hand. “You shot him … you killed him you monster!” she screamed before hitting his chest over and over.

Kylo just let her, while he laid an arm around her. “You need to listen to me. We need to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

She only whimpered and shoved him away. “What is wrong with you?!”

“That wasn´t your Dad anymore! He was sick, it´s some kind of infection! It´s spreading and if I hadn´t come you would be one of this things to!” his voice grew louder and he wasn´t sure how hhe properly should explain it to her.

Both of them flinched when they heard a scratching noise on the door to the cellar. Even though it were just weird growls coming from it, she knew exactly who was behind it. Seeing the bloodied handprints on the lock, she knew her father had locked his mother away in it.

“Do you have any scratches or bites?” Kylo asked while searching her arms, legs and upper body. “N...no I don´t think so.”

Another hiss came from the door and lightly bangs started to reach their ears. Kylo bit his lip and stood up again.

“Cover your ears...” he mumbled. And without questioning it her hands slowly raised up before she stopped.

“Wait! What if there is a cure?!” she shout whispered clinging to his arm.

But as soon as her eyes met his again she knew the answer.

“I´m sorry...” Kylo whispered.

Tears started streaming down her face while she pressed her hands onto her ears, the loud shot sending shivers down her spine.

Looking to the ground were Benjis empty eyes looked up at her and she couldn´t stop her sobs anymore.

The only thing that she felt was emptiness. Not even noticing Kylos arms wrap around her.

NEXT CHAPTER - Starry Night

Tags: @renpublic @cryxlowrites @kylotopia

[aclamclriver]

I always read your url as ‘a clam cull river’ and I thought you needed to know.

         ALL THE GOOD URLS WERE TAKEN I JUST WANT TO THIRST IN PEACE

[muppetchristmascarol]

Couldn't think of a better url ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[babbushka]

“I feel like I forget that a lot. That there aren’t rules. I mean, there are rules, sure, but none of those arbitrary rules parents make up to keep us healthy. Probably because we’re supposed to be able to hold ourselves accountable by now? I don’t know. I’m talking too much, why don’t you just come sit nice and close to me and we’ll get this movie started?”

Mmm it’s easy to forget, but that’s why you need good people around you to make sure you’re held accountable. Hence why I never let you leave my dinner table without you finishing a big serving of vegetables. Can’t have my mensch getting scurvy, after all, where would I be then?

I like when you talk, I feel like I’m always the one chattering away. Your voice is much more pleasant to listen to than mine must be -- even with your funny accent. I’m right here, do you mind if I rest my head on your shoulder?

[babbushka]

Merriest Sinday Zannah! Can I request spending some quality time with our softest boy Pat? I wanna take him on a date and hold his hand and also probably touch his butt

You loved spending time with him, with Paterson. He was so gentle, so kind. Handsome.

He was a joy to be around, a joy to be with, and you adored every moment you could steal with him. Not that moments were scarce, not at all. You kissed him goodbye before work and you kissed him hello when he returned to you, you enjoyed weekends together wrapped up in each other’s company.

But on Friday nights, it was tradition to go to the cinema at midnight, see one of the old classic monster movies they would play. You didn’t know how the movie theater had so many of the old film reels, but there was something magical about it, about the way the antique projector flickered and whirred as King Kong or the Invisible Man or Dracula or or or, all made their way onto the screen.

You’re at the cinema with him now, your head pillowed on Paterson’s lap. Frankenstein is just rising to life now, having been struck awake by lightning.

“That’s how I feel sometimes.” Paterson whispers softly to you.

Your fingers tangled and twined together in the extra-large bucket in your lap. It had to be an extra-large, otherwise his hand wouldn’t fit in at all, let alone the both of yours together.

“What do you mean?” You whisper back, careful not to disturb any of the other movie-goers.

There aren’t many people here tonight, which is exactly what you prefer. You and Paterson have seen these movies so many times that you often quote along with the actors, often make your own silly commentary of the goingsons.

You also kiss, deeply, passionately, for long periods of time during the parts you know are boring. Sometimes even during the parts you know aren’t. You always sit in the back, far away from potential intruders, the dark cool movie theater nothing more than a blanket of red velvet seat cushions and the smell of  popcorn.

“Sometimes when I look at you I feel like I’ve been electrified, like I’m awake, really awake.” He explains, and there he goes again, making you fall in love with him all over.

A true poet, with the way he speaks, always. You wish you had the words, wish you knew how to string them together so thoughtfully the way that he does. Sometimes you do, and you feel so proud for managing it, managing to say the way Paterson makes you feel so eloquently.

But other times, times like these, you’re too in love for your brain to come up with them.

“Me too.” Is all you can muster, trying to fight back tears of emotion, of love, of adoration for him, your husband.

“Yeah?” He asks, craning his neck to look at you, to kiss you, bending down and rubbing his big nose against yours.

“Yeah.” You whisper back, salty smiles brushing together.

And it seems to be enough, at least for now, this small declaration in a dark and empty theater, as the black and white flickers some feet away, you pillow your head back on his shoulder and seek his fingers out once more in the popcorn bucket, grateful for this gentle tradition with your kind, sweet man.

[babbushka]

Zannah queen of my heart can I pretty please request: Our sweetest, softest boy paterson getting the loving (pegging?) he deserves after a long day, or possibly on a cozy morning off? I just wanna kiss his face and validate him you feel me?

He loves mornings with you. His bus routes are always the same, always up early, always out the door before he can really appreciate the feeling of you next to him. 

So the mornings he gets with you are cherished ones, ones that go down in his little notebook in his scrawling script – how you look when you smile at the table, how you sound when you laugh at one of his soft jokes, how you taste hen you kiss him breath all minty from brushing your teeth. 

You know he works hard, you admire that about him, about his diligence in all things, and you spoil him. He deserves to be spoiled, you think, when you’re tucked up against him in the early morning light, when he doesn’t have to race off to shower and dress, when he doesn’t have to kiss your sleeping body goodbye. 

The mornings when he doesn’t have to run away to drive the town around he’ll stay curled up next to you, press soft kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck where he’s tucked himself around you. 

It doesn’t take much to get him roused, not with his silent alarm on his watch. Not with your sleep-warmed palms caressing his face, pulling his mouth to yours by his ears, smiling into the kiss as the birds chirp outside. 

Sometimes he’s hungry for more than just breakfast, soft whines in the back of his throat that melt into moans as you fuck him, gently and sweetly. He doesn’t need rough treatment, doesn’t need hard and fast, no. He needs honeyed words of praise and for his prostate to get milked so much that he helps you change the come-covered sheets when you’re done. 

And he’ll return the favor, of course he will, will fuck you or eat you out or do whatever you want. He only ever wants to be with you.

You share sweet nothings back and forth, tucked up close against one another as the morning light bathes you in all her glory, noses touching from how close you are. 

And when you kiss him again and he blushes, ducks his head and hides in your embrace, Paterson wishes every morning could be like this. 

But, he reasons, if they were, then these moments wouldn’t be nearly so precious, so it’s all just as well in the end.