#Small Business Development Center

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What Is Wes Moore Doing? With 23 Vetoes, Maryland’s Governor Risks Alienating Everyone

In a surprising turn of events, Maryland Governor Wes Moore vetoed a staggering 23 bills passed by the 2025 General Assembly — more than the combined total from his first two years in office. While headlines have largely focused on his veto of the Maryland Reparations Commission bill, the deeper story lies in what Moore is really signaling with the rest of his rejections — and what it means for…

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Condado de Los Ángeles ayuda a las pequeñas empresas

Las pequeñas empresas son el motor económico del condado de Los Ángeles, pero en el último tiempo han sufrido un doble impacto: la pandemia y los incendios de enero pasado. Por ese motivo, el condado está intensificando su ayuda, principalmente a empresas cuyos dueños pertenecen a minorías o son propiedad de mujeres. Este fue el tema de la conferencia de prensa de Ethnic Media Services (EMS), del…

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Antecedentes Históricos del Small Business Development Centers (SBDC) en México

El Small Business Development Center (SBDC) han desempeñado un papel crucial en el desarrollo de las micro, pequeñas y medianas empresas (MIPYMES) en México. La creación de estos centros se remonta a la década de 1980, cuando se empezó a reconocer la importancia del emprendimiento en la economía mexicana. Inspirados en modelos exitosos de Estados Unidos, los SBDC fueron implementados con el objetivo de ofrecer asesoría y apoyo a los emprendedores con programas que abarcan desde la planificación empresarial hasta la gestión financiera.

Desde sus inicios, los SBDC en México han sido fundamentales para fomentar el desarrollo económico en diversas regiones del país. Estos centros proporcionan una amplia gama de servicios, incluyendo capacitación, asesoría financiera y estrategias de marketing. De esta manera, los SBDC programas se han convertido en herramientas esenciales para aquellos que desean iniciar un negocio, permitiendo que muchos emprendedores transformen sus ideas en realidades comerciales.

Con el paso del tiempo, la red de Small Business Development Center ha crecido y diversificado, adaptándose a las necesidades locales y regionales. Estos centros no solo apoyan a nuevos empresarios, sino que también ofrecen recursos para la expansión y sostenibilidad de las PYMES existentes. La colaboración entre instituciones gubernamentales y organizaciones privadas ha sido clave en este proceso, creando un ecosistema favorable para el crecimiento empresarial.

Los Business Development Centers en México representan un método consolidado para impulsar el emprendimiento y el desarrollo económico. A través de sus programas, los Small Business Development Center continúan siendo una fuente valiosa de apoyo para las MIPYMES y PYMES, contribuyendo significativamente al fortalecimiento del tejido empresarial en el país. Su labor se ha centrado en equipar a los emprendedores con las herramientas necesarias para competir en un mercado cada vez más exigente. 

En el World Trade Center de Monterrey UANL estamos orgullosos de operar bajo el modelo de los Small Business Development Center que nos han ayudado a consolidarnos como uno de los mejores centros de negocio en apoyo a las PYMES. Cada año realizamos una convención llamada “Café con…” en la que emprendedores y grandes empresarios pueden conocerse y adquirir nuevos conocimiento y relaciones de negocio.

¿Cuál es el propósito de un centro de desarrollo empresarial?

Su objetivo es brindar capacitación y asistencia técnica a quienes poseen pequeñas y medianas empresas o a quienes buscan ser empresarios.

¿En qué cosas puede ayudar un Sbdc?

Pueden ser de gran ayuda para conseguir un plan de negocios y financiamiento, en el que además ofrecen recursos para la investigación de mercado.

¿Cuál es la misión del Sbdc?

Su misión es promover el crecimiento sostenido, la innovación, la productividad y la rentabilidad de las pequeñas empresas a través de mejoras en su gestión empresarial.

¿Cuántos Sbdc hay en Estados Unidos?

En Estados Unidos hay al rededor de mil centros operando.

[caranow]

Small Business Development Center (SBDC) In Alabama, US | CARA

CARA Small Business Development Center (SBDC) in Alabama, US offers expert guidance. Unlock your business potential today. Contact us! 

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[smalltown-if]

Smalltown, Nowhere (an Interactive Fiction game)

a slice-of-life game set in a small town with a focus on romantic, platonic, and family relationships

After getting laid off from your swanky job in the city, you are left with no choice but to move back to your rural hometown, Bridgewater, while you get your life back together. Your parents let you move into the apartment above their bar, with one condition- you pick up some shifts and help their once-popular bar get more customers again. But life in a small town can get messy quick, and even though Bridgewater comes with a lot of mess, it’s hard not to get attached to the small town and the people that reside in it. As you start to build a life here, you realize you have a big decision in your future: will you stay or will you go?

Play as female, male, transmasc, transfem, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi, aro, or ace.

Customize your mc’s appearance

Develop your personality over the course of the book.

Romance one of 4 romanceable characters: your best friend, their (moody) twin sibling, a single parent, or the kind but mysterious bartender.

Develop friendships with the cast.

Customize the bar: choose a theme, decorate, set the vibes.

Make a big decision: do you stay in your hometown, or move away again?

Make decisions that impact your reputation in the town.

Get involved with the town: volunteer at local businesses, help plan town events, and get to know the people of Bridgewater.

Apply for jobs in the city… or procrastinate.

all gender selectable

Spencer | 28 : Spencer has been your best friend since childhood, but you haven’t lived in the same place since you were 18. For the last ten years, you’ve stayed in touch, but living 2 minutes away again will be completely different. Spencer is kind, funny, and creative, and there’s not much they wouldn’t do for you.

Spencer has dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. m!Spencer has medium length wavy hair and is 5’11. f!Spencer’s falls to her chest and is slightly wavy. f!Spencer is 5’8.

Arden | 28 : Arden runs Bridgewater’s community center and is the glue that holds the town together. They’re generous, patient, and mature- or so you’re told. They’ve never acted like that toward you. Arden is Spencer’s twin, and you’ve just been their sibling’s friend who’s always around, and always annoying. Moving back to Bridgewater could be a chance to start fresh, or you can pick up right where you left off.

Arden has dark brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and a small scar above their right eyebrow. m!Arden has medium length, slighty wavy hair and is 5’11. f!Arden’s hair is mid-back length and wavy and she is 5’8.

if Arden and Spencer are the same gender, they are identical twins.

Noel/le | 31 : Noel/le is a history teacher, the coach of the local high school’s football team and an occasional musician at the bar. A relative newcomer to Bridgewater, N moved here after the birth of their daughter, Tatum, in order to be closer to Tatum’s other parent. Noel/le is gentle, responsible, active, and cautious- especially when it comes to who they let into their life.

Noel/le has pale, freckled skin and green eyes. Noel has short light brown hair, broad shoulders, and he stands at 6’1. Noelle’s hair ends between her jaw and shoulder, and she stands at 5’10. Noel/le has a toned build.

Kit | 30 : Kit moved to town a few months after you left and works for your parents as a bartender when they aren’t studying at a nearby college. In your absence, they became close with your parents. Despite this, Kit is one of the few people in Bridgewater who doesn’t seem to be here permanently. Kit is hardworking, intelligent, and extremely driven. They have a lot they want to achieve, and romance just doesn’t fit into that.

Kit has rich brown skin and brown eyes. m!Kit has buzzcut and is 6’0, and f!Kit’s long hair is in many braids that reach mid-back and is 5’9. Kit has a lithe body.

smalltown, nowhere is rated 18+ for (optional) NSFW scenes.

[astrocafecoffee]

Groom Persona chart Observation ✨

✨ For entertainment purposes only, enjoy ✨

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💖 1st house stellium in GPC means your fs maybe someone who is noticeable and stands out in social situations.

💖 5th house stellium in GPC means your fs could be an artist, musician, writer.

💖 7th house stellium in GPC means your fs could be attractive and socially adept, drawing others to them with their magnetic personality and charisma.

💖 Union (1585) in 1st house meaning meeting your fs while attending social events, gatherings, or parties where you can connect with new people/ professional connection/ shared interest.

💖 Union in 3rd house means you can meet your fs during short journeys or travels close to home.

💖 Union in 8th house means you may meet your fs in context where there is a shared investment and mutual dependency, such as through work, joint projects or shared social circles.

💖 Juno in Capricorn means your fs is known for their ambitious and goal oriented nature. They may be highly driven and motivated to achieve success in thier career, personal goals and relationships./ Could be famous too .

💖 Juno in Sagittarius means they can be a foreigner, philosophical and open minded.

💖 Juno in Taurus means your fs may prioritise creating a stable and secure home environment and may value financial stability within the relationship.

💖 Juno in leo means your fs may be confident, outgoing and enjoy being the center of the attention in social settings., Creative, generous, romantic.

💖 sun in 11th house means your fs is likely to possess a charismatic and Magnetic personality within their social circles ,may value friendship highly and their social network may play a significant role in shaping their identity and opportunities.

💖 Sun in 12th house means your fs may be introspective and contemplative with a rich inner world that is not always readily apparent to others.

💖 sun in 6th house means your fs may prefer predictable schedules and organized workflows that allows them to efficiently manage their time and responsibilities., Possess strong problem solving skills and an analytical mindset.

💖 Juno / groom/ Venus in Sagittarius or 21°/9° or in Aquarius or in 9th /12th house means a Foreign spouse.

💖 Venus in 5th - creativity, music/ art , your fs may have a strong desire for children or a nurturing instinct towards family life.

💖 Venus in 10th house - ambitious, successful, well liked , respected spouse.

💖 Fama in 1st / 7th house - could be famous spouse.

💖 POF in 4th house - fs may have a deep connection to their cultural background or family traditions., May have interest in real estate or property related work.

💖 leo rising means your fs may have a strong desire for recognition and appreciation.may carry themselves with Grace and poise projecting on air of authority and nobility.

💖 Virgo rising -Fs may be modest and humble , health conscious, possess a discerning eye and critical mind.

💖 Scorpio rising - fs may have mysterious allure and a penetrating gaze that leaves a lasting impression on those the encounter, have a rich inner world with complex emotions that run Deep.

💖 industria(389) in 3rd house - your fs career-

musicians, blogger, public relations, possess creative ideas, small business owner.

💖 industria in Libra - your fs career may be something with public relations or marketing, art or design, legal advocacy, or event planning.

💖 industria in Aquarius - you fs may be in technology or IT specialist, social activism , scientist or researcher, humanitarian work or international development.

💖 industria in Pisces - creative arts , healing arts , oceanography or marine conservation, healing arts , charity work.

💖 Industria in Aries - entrepreneur, may thrive in leadership roles , sales , marketing, or sports management.

💖 industria in Taurus - financial sector, buisness ownership, agriculture, horticulture, real estate, painting, sculpting or in music composition.

💖 industria in cancer -

Hospitality, home based business, psychotherapist, food blogger, art therapy.

💖 industria in gemini - social media influencer, journalist, writer, teaching profession, tour guide , hotel manager.

💖 industria in Scorpio -

- psychology and counseling, detectives, private investigator, forensic scientist ,holistic/ energy healer.

💖 Industria in Virgo - doctor, nurse , scientist, data analyst, , office manager, project coordinator, teachers, or instructors.

💖 industria in leo - actors , musicians, artist, brand ambassador, publicist, marketing manager.

💖 industria in Sagittarius - professors , researchers, journalist, media, philanthropy or in social justice advocacy.

💖 industria in Capricorn -

Buisness and management, politician, policy advisors , civil servants, lawyers, engineering, architect, judges.

💖 Northnode in 7th house suggests that your relationship with your fs may have karmic significance., Soulmate placement.

💖 Northnode in 3rd house means your fs may play a significant role in facilitating your growth and development in the areas of communication, intellect and learning.

💖 Karma conjunct ascendent/ descendant - karmic relationship.

💖 your fs may share similar placement like your groom pc. Example - if your sun in Aries in GPC, they could have sun in their 1st house or at 1°,13° or 25°.

💖 Groom conjunct vertex - fated/ predestined encounter with fs. They may have a profound impact on your life and personal growth. they may serve as a catalyst for important experiences, growth opportunities and transfermetive changes is in your life .your relationship with them maybe characterised by depth, intensity and sense of spiritual or emotional connection.

💖 Groom conjunct Venus -

The conjunction of groom and Venus indicates are strong attraction between you and your fs. there may be a magnetic pull or chemistry that draws you together, fueling feelings of romance ,passion and desire. your FS may possess qualities that you find irresistibly attractive both physically and emotionally.

💖 your fs may be drawn to individuals who embody the qualities associated with the seventh House lord for example-

* if the 7th house lord is sun then your fs may be attracted to individuals who support their ambitions, encourage their creativity and contribute positively to their self expression. they may be drawn to partners who are confident, self assured and have a strong sense of individuality.

* if 7th house lord is moon - your fs desires a partner who can meet there emotional needs and provide a sense of comfort and belonging. they are drawn to individuals who are empathetic, nurturing and emotionally supportive. emotional intimacy is a priority for them in the relationship.

* if the 7th house lord is Venus -

Your FS values relationships highly and seeks harmonious and loving partnership. they may prioritise finding a romantic partner who complements their own sense of beauty and aesthetics. partnership is Central to their sense of fulfillment and happiness.

* if the 7th house lord is mercury - your fs places a high value on mental simulation and intellectual compatibility in the relationships. they seek a partner who can engage them in stimulating conversations and share their interest and ideas.

*if the 7th house lord is mars - your fs may seek a partner who can match their level of energy and enthusiasm and they may be drawn to firey and spirited individuals. they thrive on excitement and adventure in their relationships.

* if the 7th house lord is saturn - your fs value tradition and stability in relationships. they may have traditional views on marriage and may seek partners who share their values and commitment to building a secured and enduring Union.

* if the 7th house lord is Jupiter - your fs seeks meaningful and enriching connections in their relationships. they may be drawn to partners who share their values and aspirations who can inspired them to expand their horizons and pursue their goals with confidence.

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Thanks for reading ~💫

-piko💖

[lorasdolly]

Can i ask for Pregnant Wife!reader x Wife Ambessa. Reader is pregnant and Horny and goes and interrupts ambessa in her war meeting or some kind of meeting with like generals and important people, and Ambessa is very firm and kind and obeys her wife and just smut please 🌸

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒��

You're early in your second trimester and to summarize it plainly; it's horrible. Legs cramps, swelling, headaches, backache, heartburn, and so much more. Additionally, you've have some increase in energy and lack of sleep.

Ambessa has been nothing but obedient since your pregnancy was announced to her and the rest of Noxus. She'll massage any and every inch of your body, kiss and worship it, shut down ceremonies for you, feed you, and anything that leaves your lips will be granted.

Today, your body was driving you crazy. The aching at your core, the heat pooling at the bottom of your tummy, and the slick from your cunt soaking the panties you had on. Ambessa had been quite busy too, meetings back to back, paperwork, hardly any time for you.

You wanted to fight and argue with her, mood swings tempting you to go storm in there and yell at her with tears trickling down your face. Call her all sorts of names; bad wife, meany, and more immature, childish taunts.

Yet the first time you did that, practically publicly humiliating her, she handled it far better than anyone else. She cradled your face, wiped your tears, and assured you she'd take care of everything you had going on.

Instead, today you decided to wobble your way over to the grand hall. Discussions were loud and sounded even through the thick walls, you could hear Ambessa's powerful voice calling for order and you already knew she was upset with the people gathered inside.

You swung the doors open, eyebrows knitting together as you made your way towards Ambessa at the end of the oval-shaped table. "God, 'Bessa!" You spoke, your heels clacking on the marble floor. Ambessa immediately stood, her arms wide as you stand before her.

"Dear, anything particular that brought you here?" She spoke lightly, not paying any mind to the murmurs in the hall. You nodded, your hands at her biceps for leverage. "Need you, 'Bessa, now!" You whined like a spoiled child and she sighed, her gaze darting around the room.

She grabbed your hand within hers, "Okay, dearest, let us go," She spoke firmly, placing her large hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the door without making a grand disturbance. Ambessa was proud that you came in quietly and asked for what was needed instead of causing a scene.

"God, we're talking here!" A man yelled, his fists slamming against the center table. A shiver ran up your spine and Ambessa's jaw clenched. She would've taken care of that man right there, but it could've stressed you out, it might've put strain on your body.

She takes a deep breath and keeps walking before he speaks again, "Can't you control your damned wife? She's like a dog! Always getting herself where she doesn't belong—"

Ambessa thoughtlessly grabbed the man's jaw with her hand, practically lifting him off the seat, her eyes seething. His hand came towards hers, grabbing at it, his eyes pleading an apology. You were there, biting your bottom lip.

You didn't imagine you'd be this much of a bother. The only things running through your head were "Why do you always have to mess everything up?"

You grabbed at your gown and rushed out towards you and Ambessa's quarters, unable to watch the scene you had created any longer. Ambessa released the man without second thought and ran to you, opening and slamming doors till she reached the bedroom.

"Dear, god," Ambessa said, watching the tears developing in your eyes as you clench the covers in your fists. She sat besides you, cradling your body to her larger frame. "Why are you crying? Why'd you storm out?"

You tried to not let the crying turn into blubbering so you held onto Ambessa and took deep breaths. "I— I didn't think my request would cause so much trouble again–" She cut you off, her thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"You caused no trouble. That man caused it for himself, are you listening to me?" You wanted to argue and disagree, yet the firm spark in her eye made you imagine how she'd react to another disagreement.

You nodded, pursing your lips, eyes scanning the room everywhere but on Ambessa. "Now, what was that you wished of me, dearest?" She asked softly, laying you down fully on the bed with tenderness, careful not to give you too much movement.

You whimpered, hands tangling into her hair. "I feel so achey, 'Bessa." You spoke, legs spreading and make room for her.

"God, you are awfully childish with your words," She rolled her eyes yet playfully. "You require of me to help you cum, dear?" She spoke and you quivered at the vulgarity she resorted to. Her hands rested on your thighs, occasionally squeezing. "It's not— I'm not requiring you.."

She laughed, amused that you chose to focus on that segment of her words. Ambessa's fingers were already wandering beneath the waistband of your panties and hiking up your dress. She slipped them down and off your ankles, then neatly placed them on the edge of the bed.

She knew any disorder could spark a mood swing when you were pregnant.

Her hands circled your thigh as she kneeled between them, hearing your anticipatory moans as encouragement. Teasingly, her tongue circled on your inner thigh, never releasing eye contact with you. "Oh my— 'Bessa, fuck," You murmured in a high pitch regard, tugging on her hair and squirming, resisting the need to buck your cunt against her face.

"What happened to avoiding vulgarity? Watch your tongue dear, don't be a hypocrite." She taunted, pressing sloppy kisses on your cunt. You nodded frantically, avoiding the temptation to fuck her face. You trusted her enough to know everything she did had purpose. She attached her lips to your clit, all her tongue movements precise .

You moan softly, back arching off the mattress. It felt good, but you felt as if it wasn't fulfilling, Your moans died out slowly and she removed her mouth, an eyebrow cocked. "What happened, dear?" You tried not to get emotional as you spoke, "Can't see your face. Not.. doesn't feel good when you're not close to me." She chuckles, not expecting that declaration from you.

"Yeah?" She lifted herself to cover your body vertically, her hand then reaching down to your cunt, "Is this better, dear?" She asked, her head dipping low between your neck to add little wet kisses. You nod, arms circling her back and scratching at it. She inserted one finger, slowly and carefully curling it inside, then slipping another one in to match the movements.

Your face nuzzled against hers, huffing slightly with parted lips. She took that opportunity to kiss you, her tongue going between your lips as her fingers pace increased. Your hands traveled from her back to her hair, tugging once again. You could hardly return the kiss, her hand calculated every pleasurable spot. Her other hand rested on your tummy, rubbing it gently.

She began to pump her fingers in and out, the prominent squelching noises adding to the wetness between your legs. One of your hands held her jaw, sloppily continuing to kiss her. Her body engulfing yours was the only thing you needed and her hands pleasuring you added to all of the sensations.

You bucked your hips upwards against her hand and she moaned into the kiss, lips finally parting to catch your air. Her fucking you never stopped, kissing your jawline and cheek, spit all over both areas. "God– 'Bessa, I'm so– so close," You whimpered, hands moving beneath her shirt to knead her tits. Ambessa moaned throatily, quickening the pace and intensity.

Your head launched back against the pillow, cumming all over her hand within a matter of seconds. She chuckled, letting you roll your hips against her palm to ride the orgasm. "Did that cure your symptoms, dearest?" You nodded, watching as she laid down besides you. Your hands nearly immediately came to fiddle with her clothes, tugging at them, basically begging for her to help you remove them.

"Oh? Are you planning to do this again?" You shook your head at the suggestion in her tone. She quirked a brow, removing her top and tossing it to the same corners your panties were at. She then watched you tug your dress fully off and place it on the bed.

Your body came to cover hers, chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin. You whimpered shakily, needing to feel her warmth against yours. She smiled tenderly, engrossing you within her arms. "Here I was letting my mind wander... you're just too sweet." Ambessa whispered, allowing you to nuzzle between her jawline.

[lovebugism]

Smut request idea: Eddie worshipping reader's tits, who is insecure about their small size (lol totally not projecting 😅)

ty for requesting :D — eddie 'heart eyes' munson sees your boobs for the first time (cw for nudity, but no real smut, 18+ mdni, 1.1k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

On a rainy, post-show night, in the back of Eddie Munson’s van, you decide to be brave.

Buzzing with alcohol, adrenaline, and adoration — a wild concoction rushing like fire through your veins — you take your shirt off for the very first time in front of him. Mostly because your sweater was getting itchy, so you’re not entirely sure how brave that makes you. But your skin burns still, empty like a blank sky, yearning for a warmer touch to fall over you like stars.

In the simplest, most human way, you need Eddie to touch you like you need to breathe air. 

So, when you tugged the fuzzy sweater up and over your head, you hadn’t thought much about doing it. You were too full of need, too unthinking. Head clouded with longing until you developed something short of tunnel vision for the boy underneath you.

It wasn’t that big a deal, right? Isn’t this what girlfriends do with boyfriends?

Eddie’s silence is not reassuring. It feels more like a knife lodged in the very center of your sternum.

You lay the sweater beside you and cross your arms slowly over yourself. Equal parts to hide what you’d just revealed to him and to shield your bleeding, stinging heart.

Eddie’s face twists, pained features swirling like a hurt puppy. “Wait— What are you doing?” he asks in an unabashed whine. His less-than-subtle pout deepens as his chocolate-button eyes flit up to yours.

You keep curling in on yourself, but from where you straddle his thighs, he’s impossible to run away from. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” you wonder in a tiny voice, distantly fearful of the answer. 

You don’t have the kind of chest people put on magazines. Maybe you should’ve just kept the shirt on.

Eddie’s ringed fingers smooth around your bare waist. He realizes he’s holding you there for the very first time without any fabric covering you. His chest starts to sparkle. His thumbs rub gently at your ribcage, just below the arms still concealing yourself.

“‘Cause I’m too busy enjoying the view, honey,” he answers with a plush pink and crooked smile. His words are slightly slurred, weighed down by fatigue and desire. “How am I supposed to think when I’m looking at you, huh?”

You make a faint, grumbly noise, features scrunching in disdain at his compliment.

He smiles wider and curls his fingers around the wrists you hold over yourself. There is little force behind his touch, no eagerness to tug your hands away. Instead he just holds you, in a distinctly quiet embrace, telling you silently that you can let your guard down whenever you’re ready.

“So you don’t think they’re weird?”

He answers with an immediate scoff. “No, I don’t think they’re weird— I think they’re beautiful! I think every part of you is beautiful.”

You grow less and less tense in his hold. Your hands start to slip. You let them. 

Bare again in front of him, the boyish glimmer in Eddie’s dark eyes returns. 

The wild cadence of rain on the rusted tin roof resembles the rapid patter of his pounding heart as he ogles at you. And, with his back propped against the driver’s seat, he has the most perfect view of you.

The pale hands along your ribcage slowly start to rise. His warm touch leaves sparkling goosebumps in its wake. He doesn’t stop until his thumbs are settled neatly beneath your breasts.

“I mean— I always knew they’d be pretty, you know?” he mumbles, getting lost in you all over again. You don’t know if he’s talking to you, or if he even knows he’s rambling. “‘Cause when you’d let me feel you up, you know, over the shirt— I always imagined what you’d look like under it…”

He trails off then, forgets how to make words when his thumb rubs over your soft nipple. The gentle stimulation makes it stiffen beneath his touch. Eddie smiles to himself, all boyishly giddy.

“…But I couldn’t’ve, in my wildest imagination, expected this.”

Your chest warms with his affection. You scoff about it, anyway. “You’re such a boy,” you laugh.

“It’s not my fault you’re so pretty…” 

Still cupping your chest, Eddie leans down to kiss you there. A chaste, open-mouthed peck to your pebbled nipple. His heart swells when he hears you moan above him — your nose buried in the strands of his wild hair, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

Eddie licks his rosy lips when he pulls back from you. 

“See? You’re gonna kill me one day, doll— I swear,” he teases in a joking tone, but means every bit of it. He loves you so much it makes his chest ache. You’ll give him a goddamn heart attack one day if he’s not careful. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding from me this whole time…”

You’re not sure either, now. 

“I was just scared that… I don’t know,” you stammer, clammy hands fidgetting with his intentionally tattered Corroded Coffin t-shirt. You’d helped him cut rips into the white fabric before the show. You distract yourself with the pink lipstick smudge you’d pressed along the neck of it, rubbing hopelessly at a stain that’ll never come off. 

“I was scared that you’d think I was less pretty or something. I don’t know.”

“No,” Eddie recoils immediately, face twisting in abhorrence of the thought. He shakes his wild head at you. “No way. That’s not possible. I think you’re fucking— perfect. And I think that…”

His eyes fall to your chest again. He loses the rest of his words.

A smile blossoms on your face. You don’t think you’ve ever felt prettier than you do right now.

“You think that what?” you tease, hands rising again to twist in his deep brown curls.

Eddie’s button eyes flit back up to you. His ringed hands lift to cup your breasts in his wide palms. They fit just perfect in his hands — like he was made to hold you there. The width of his beam rivals your own. 

“That I just found Corroded Coffin’s next album cover,” he answers.

The sound of your laughter fills the van. Sunshine compared to the rolling rain outside.

“No. No way. That’s not happening,” you refuse, still smiling, as Eddie leans into you again.

You wrap your arms around his neck when he puts his mouth on you. He buries his own laughter against the plush of your breast — along with so many little kisses. 

He doesn’t mind your light-hearted rejection. The only thing Eddie likes more than showing you off is keeping you totally to himself.

[thebreakfastgenie]

I knew that tiktok was the primary social media platform for younger people but a lot of them seem to have accounts on other platforms too, even if they use those less, so I don't think I realized the extent to which tiktok kind of has a monopoly. I get being upset about losing a network you've built, having to migrate to a new platform is a pain, it's why a lot of people continue to use twitter. I especially understand these feelings coming from actual teenagers, who are going to be a bit emotional and a bit self-centered about it because that's normal for their stage of development, plus I think it's understandable for a teenager not to have made plans to migrate their contacts to a new platform when the possibility of the ban was announced months ago, I have some sympathy for them and none at all for the influencers and small business owners who are whining about their livelihoods. Knowing the regulatory landscape and making contingency plans is part of running a business, skill issue. Anyway, I get all that, but seeing all these young people (some of whom are adults) talking like taking away tiktok takes away their access to recipes, music, and whatever other content they enjoy... it seems like it's never occurred to them that you can find these things other places. Is the internet as a concept synonymous with tiktok to them? That's concerning and raises a lot of monopoly red flags and I cannot understand being a leftist and defending it.

[desperate-gay]

Can u write a Alex Morgan x reader fic where reader is pregnant

My Girls

Alex Morgan x fem!reader

it’s a little childish universe✨

summary: amidst the chaos of her busy schedule, alex is reminded that home is where her heart truly belongs

“And then you remember that Charlie has a half day of school tomorrow, right? I have no idea who is supposed to pick her up with all the media duties I have, and Servando is out of town—”

“Alex, baby, take a breath for me, okay?” You gently cut off her rambling, worried she might explode if she tries to think one more thought.

Your wife inhales deeply, holding the breath for a few seconds before exhaling shakily. Her eyes remain closed as she gives a small nod, signaling that she’s okay.

“I will pick up our daughter after our morning training session tomorrow while you take care of everything else. No need to worry, my love.” You offer her a reassuring smile, running your hands up and down her arms in comfort.

Alex leans into your touch, her forehead falling against your shoulder as she exhales again, this time more steadily. You feel the tension in her body ease just a little, but her hands are still gripping the sides of your shirt like she’s afraid to let go.

“I just—” Her voice is muffled against your hoodie. “I feel like there’s never enough time. I want to be there for everything, but it’s like the moment I figure one thing out, three more problems pop up.”

“I know, love.” You murmur, gently taking her hand in yours. “But you’ll always have me, Charlie, and, soon, this little one by your side.”

You guide her hand to your growing belly, resting it there. At 23 weeks, your bump is undeniable now, and Alex has developed a habit—no, an addiction of touching it at any given moment. It’s become her grounding force, a way to center herself when the chaos of life threatens to overwhelm her.

As if on instinct, her fingers spread over your stomach, her thumb tracing absentminded circles against the fabric of your hoodie. She lets out a soft sigh, and you feel her fully relax against you.

“See? You’re not alone in this.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Alex swallows, her voice quieter now. “I know.”

—

“There’s my Charlie-girl!”

The little girl runs toward you at full speed, her Little Mermaid backpack bouncing on her shoulders. She barrels ahead, leaving her friend behind as she crashes into your front, making you let out a small groan.

“Honey, remember what I told you? You have to be a bit more careful now.” You warn softly, gesturing toward your growing belly.

“I’m sorry, little one.” Charlie says, quickly pressing a sweet kiss to your clothed stomach.

Since the moment you found out you were pregnant, both Alex and Charlie had started calling the baby little one. Your wife and daughter love talking to your belly, insisting that the baby needs to recognize their voices before they enter the world.

“Hi, Mrs. Morgan!” Emma, Charlie’s friend, greets with a bright smile as she finally catches up.

“Hello, Em. How was school today?”

Charlie crosses her arms with a dramatic pout. “How come I didn’t get asked?”

“Because I get to deal with you all day.” You tease, poking at her side playfully. “But it must’ve been fun since it was a half-day!”

“It was! We got to watch movies and build marshmallow towers with toothpicks in class!” Emma exclaims, throwing her hands up in excitement.

“That sounds like so much fun! Maybe soon, we can have another playdate for you two.”

You barely have time to brace yourself before the girls let out joint screams of excitement. You swear one of your eardrums pop at the loud noises.

“My mom’s here! I’ll see you later!” Emma calls out before hurrying off.

Both you and Charlie wave as she leaves. Tthen Charlie quickly interlocks her fingers with yours as you make your way to the awaiting car. Once she’s all buckled up and you’re in the driver’s seat, you begin heading home.

“Now… how was your day at school?”

“Finally!” Charlie huffs, making you laugh as she launches into a full breakdown of her day.

—

“Since Mama is going to be working later today, how about we go have lunch at the beach?” You suggest, scavenging through the fridge and realizing you have the perfect ingredients for a picnic.

“Really?” Charlie exclaims, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Well, of course! We’ll just have to send a picture to mama to make her jealous.” You smirk, wiggling your brows.

“Yay!”

“Should we bring Spots?” You ask, further brightening the smile on Charlie’s face.

Spots is the family’s English Setter. The most lovable, protective, and behaved companion one can ask for. Spots always knows that you’re talking about her, considering the fact that she’s sitting by your feet with her tail wagging side to side along the floor.

“Yes, let’s bring Spots!”

Without hesitation, Charlie hops off the barstool by the counter and scurries off to her room, most likely to grab a sunhat or her favorite stuffed animal to bring along.

Meanwhile, you gather everything you’ll need— food, a picnic blanket, napkins, sunscreen, Spots’ water bowl, and a few of Charlie’s favorite books in case she wants to read while you relax. You pack a container of fresh-cut fruit, sandwiches, crackers, and Charlie’s favorite juice boxes, making sure to grab extra snacks for when she inevitably gets hungry again.

By the time you’re done packing, Charlie comes running back into the kitchen, now in a simple t-shirt and shorts, her sun hat slightly too big for her head. She’s also clutching her favorite stuffed animal, a small elephant she named Ella despite your and Alex’s many objections about making it more original.

“I’m ready!” She announces proudly, adjusting her hat as she grins up at you.

“Perfect. Now let’s head out before the little one gets hangry and kicks again.” You pat your belly for emphasis, making Charlie giggle before placing a small kiss on it.

The drive to the private beach is filled with Charlie’s excited thumping legs against her car seat along with the low hum of Taylor Swift through your speakers. Both you and Charlie are extremely jealous your wife got to meet the woman herself… multiple times.

You smile when you look through the rearview mirror and watch Charlie do her little dance while singing along to the lyrics. Spots sits beside her, looking excitedly out the window and occasionally turning her head to check on Charlie. You simply cannot wait to add another little baby to this amazing family.

Once you arrive, you pick a spot that has some shade along with some sun in case you either get too cold or too hot. The spot overlooks the glistening lake, the waves roll in gently with small white caps along with the cool breeze accompanied with it.

Charlie immediately runs over to your bent form, insisting she’ll set up the blanket so you don’t hurt her baby sibling that is currently doing cartwheels in your stomach. You and Charlie grab opposite ends of the blanket, making it easier to set on the sand with the wind blowing in. Spots remains seated behind you, enjoying the fresh sea breezes.

Charlie plops down immediately while you gently try and sit on the blanket without accidentally falling. The girl across from you again is quick to help, arranging and lining up all the food and drinks in a way that makes perfect sense to her. She places your sandwich right in front of you and hers in front of her.

“Now, we eat!” She declares, handing you a napkin like she’s a butler at a formal event.

“Why thank you, Miss Charlie.” You laugh, tucking the napkin jokingly in your sundress like a bib.

As you both eat, Charlie chatters more about her day at school while occasionally patting the dog. She talks about what movies she watched and how her and Emma stacked as many marshmallows they could before they fell over. You listen, nodding along, occasionally brushing crumbs off her cheek when she gets too excited and forgets to wipe her mouth.

Only a few bites into the second half of her sandwich, Charlie dramatically gasps, causing you to flinch and look around with wide eyes to see if she is ok.

“We gotta send a picture to mama!” Charlie reminds, allowing you to take a breath from the small panic you were in.

“Yes of course.”

Pulling out your phone, Charlie is quick to crawl over to your side and smush her face into yours while Spots’s head rests on your leg. You take a quick selfie of you and Charlie along with the lake in the background and a perfect view of your small picnic.

You send the photo to your wife along with a text saying ‘the beach is nice…but it’s missing one person’.

Alex must have a small break between meetings because your phone almost instantly buzzes with a reply.

My Everything: You guys are evil. I’m stuck here, and you’re having the best food ever with the best view ever. But I love my girls.

You can practically hear the small pout in her voice. You read the message out to Charlie, making her giggle.

“Tell mama we saved her some crackers.”

You quickly type out a message along with a red heart before setting your phone down beside you.

“Do you think little one can hear the waves?” Charlie asks from her spot on the blanket.

“Maybe. I think they can hear a little bit by now.” You glance down at your belly, placing a hand over it thoughtfully.

Charlie scoots closer, resting her head gently against your belly. “Hey, little one. Mommy and I are having a picnic, and I promise we’ll bring you here when you get bigger.”

Your heart melts at the sight, and you almost tear up. You never doubted Charlie’s qualities of being a big sister, but moments like this prove just how much she’s ready.

For a while, the three of you bask in the lake breeze, lying on the blanket and listening to the gentle sound of waves crashing along the shore. Charlie eventually grabs one of the books you brought and begins reading it aloud, her small voice carrying over the wind.

You relax beside her, stretched out on your back, one hand resting protectively over your growing belly while Spots is curled up beside you both.

As the afternoon drifts on, your eyelids grow heavy, signaling that it might be time to head home.

Charlie, usually one to fight against leaving fun places, doesn’t put up much of a fuss. She simply sighs dramatically and begins gathering her things, giving Ella one last squeeze before tucking the stuffed elephant under her arm.

After carefully packing up the picnic supplies and making sure no trash is left behind, you shake out the blanket and fold it up. Spots gives a happy bark as you begin walking back to the car, her tail wagging as she trots alongside Charlie.

Once everything is packed away, you help Charlie into her car seat and settle yourself behind the wheel.

“Can we come back soon?” She asks, her voice hopeful as she yawns, already growing sleepy from the warmth of the sun.

“Of course, sweetheart. Maybe next time mama can come with us.” You smile at her through the rearview mirror.

Charlie grins at that idea, resting her head against the side of her seat. “I think little one liked it, too.”

You chuckle softly, resting a hand on your belly as you glance down for a moment, feeling the slight pressure of the baby’s kicks before starting the car.

—

Alex is trying everything not to panic.

She finally finished all of her conferences and interviews for the day, and the last thing she heard from you was that you were at the beach.

She’s texted you at least five times throughout the day. No response.

Her mind jumps to worst-case scenarios—what if something happened to you? What if you weren’t answering because you couldn’t?

Shaking her head, she grips the steering wheel tighter, pushing those thoughts away.

She just needs to get home.

Alex presses her foot down a little harder on the gas pedal, going a few miles over the speed limit.

She won’t relax until she knows you’re all okay.

Her mind must have completely blacked out because the next thing she knows, she’s pulling into the long driveway of your shared home. She doesn’t bother grabbing anything from the car. Instead, she slams the door shut and sprints toward the front entrance.

She should feel some relief at the sight of your car parked in the driveway and the front door securely locked, but her head is spinning too much to process it.

Her keys slip through her trembling fingers as she fumbles to find the right one. Her breath catches when she finally gets the door open, and she wastes no time rushing inside, calling out both your name and Charlie’s.

Alex’s voice dies in her throat the moment she steps into the living room.

The sight before her makes her heart stop then melt.

There you all lay, curled up on the couch, with you on your back, Charlie and Spots on either side of you. Charlie’s small hand rests protectively over your belly, while Spots’ head is nestled against Charlie’s hand.

The tension in Alex’s body slowly unravels as she takes a minute to breathe, watching her entire world rest peacefully in front of her. With one last deep exhale, she knows she has to wake all three of you—you’ve probably been napping for hours now.

“Baby, Charlie… it’s time to wake up, my loves.” Alex murmurs, brushing your hair to the side and softly rubbing her thumb over your forehead.

“Alex?” Your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper as your eyes flutter open.

“Yes, it’s me, baby.” Her voice is warm, full of relief. “You gave me a bit of a scare, you know?”

Her fingers never stop their gentle path over your skin, grounding both of you in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

You stretch out as much as you can with the limited space you have before sitting up slightly, forcing Spots’ head to perk up along with Charlie, who sleepily yawns.

“What scared you?” You ask, eyes still closed to keep the bright sunset from scorching your sight.

“You hadn’t answered me for hours, and I started to worry something happened to you both.” Alex mumbles quietly, taking in the relief that you’re okay.

You finally look at her with concerned eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby. After the beach, Charlie and I got so tired and ended up falling asleep after we turned on a movie. I never meant to scare you.”

“All that matters is that you’re okay.”

“Mama? You’re home.” Charlie rubs the sleep from her eyes but remains cuddled into your side.

“I am. I missed you guys.” Alex confesses, planting a kiss on both your heads before giving Spots an affectionate pat.

As you wake up, you start to feel your stomach rumble, realizing you haven’t eaten in hours. You’re positive Charlie must feel the same.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat either?” You laugh at the look your wife gives you after hearing the noises come from your stomach.

“I did text you asking if you wanted me to pick up dinner, but then I ended up rushing home.” Alex gives you a pointed but playful look.

You flash her a guilty smile. “That would be my fault… but do you think we can get Wendy’s? Little one and this one are hungry.” You tap Charlie’s nose, earning a giggle.

“Mmm, maybe. But you gotta give me something first.”

The tone in Alex’s voice is one you’re all too familiar with. Low and teasing.

You smirk, easily tilting your head and wrapping a hand behind hers, pulling her in for a lingering kiss. Alex would deepen it, but she knows better—especially with your daughter still curled up against you.

“Ew!” Charlie exclaims, sticking out her tongue in exaggerated disgust.

Alex pulls back with a chuckle. “Watch it, missy. I’ll get mommy Wendy’s and make you brussels sprouts instead.”

Charlie gasps dramatically, eyes wide as she whips her head toward you. She gestures towards her mouth, zipping and throwing the lock away.

You just laugh, shaking your head. “Looks like we’re getting Wendy’s.”

“Alright, alright. Wendy’s it is.” Alex sighs, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before standing.

Charlie cheers, jumping off the couch to grab her shoes. You stretch, watching her with an amused smile before looking up at Alex, reaching for her hand.

She takes it without hesitation, her thumb tracing over your skin.

“You really scared yourself, didn’t you?”

Alex exhales, her other hand instinctively resting over your stomach. “Yeah. I did.”

“We’re always okay, baby. I promise.” You squeeze her hand gently.

Alex nods, letting herself believe it because right now, with you here, warm and safe, with Charlie giggling over her shoes and Spots wagging her tail at your feet—

Everything is perfect.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JESSE CROMEANS | CHROMESKULL & ASA EMORY | THE COLLECTOR (Laid to Rest & Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 | The Collector & The Collection)

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“Romantic Call” (Jesse Cromeans x Fem!Reader x Asa Emory)

| The two of you aren’t supposed to be calling him, he’s busy, but Asa can’t be surprised about you and Jesse pushing his buttons— and Jesse knows for a fact he isn’t too mad either.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, established relationships, smut, porn with some plot, doggy-style, impact play, knife play, phone/facetime sex, voyeurism, competitiveness, polyamorous relationship -married!reader & slight chubby!reader

| Yea, the title is from the Patra song, tho the fic wasn’t inspired by it. (Pic source: Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 & The Collection)

| 2k+ words

Think about it:

Asa’s at a conference. He's interested in some of the new things his peers have done (and utterly disappointed in much more of it) but he’s really growing tired of the bumping.

He’s becoming more and more frustrated at the hordes of people running around without the good sense to watch where the hell they’re going. He developed a headache about two hours into the event and he’s feeling a little too…anxious for the setting.

Asa can keep up a good facade, prides himself on it, but this year’s attendees seem specifically suited to vex him.

He’s sitting now, legs and arms crossed, dour downturn to his lips, and eyes focused squarely on a nasty patch of scars on one of the speaker's hands. The man waves them around religiously so it’s not like they’re hard to track — they’re more interesting than his dragging spiel at least. His words are starting to grate on the last of Asa’s nerves.

At that very moment he’s actually picturing what the little patch of scar tissue would look like sewn into the skin of his forehead. Front and center. It was a nice looking set of destroyed and later rebuilt tissue.

When he feels a buzz in his pocket the man heaves a sigh, brows furrowing.

His phone is set to ‘do not disturb’, because he was a damned professional he could at least pretend to be paying attention, and he knows for a fact the only two people whose messages he set to go through are you and Jesse’s.

He had done it for emergencies only but he has a well based suspicion that the two of you aren’t remotely in any sort of peril.

He won’t admit how welcome the break from all these forgettable people and their pesky droning voices is, but he isn’t too mad about it. He excuses himself silently from the speaker area, not answering until he walks out into the main hall.

─────

“Didn’t I tell you urgent matters only?”

Jesse grins nonplussed at the harsh note of Asa’s question.

“I remember,” he lets the sharp flippant way he signs convey exactly what he thought about that stipulation to Asa before continuing, “but, Y/n, wants to show you something.”

He’s handing off the phone a second later and then you come into view. You hold the device and give him a demure smile, the upturn of your lips as soft as your voice.

“Em,” you greet — and yeah, Jesse knows Asa can’t be too mad at that. The way the creases in his forehead smooth out right after your greeting is proof enough.

“Beetle,” he greets back, sighing. His tone is curt, but one corner of his mouth does tick up in an almost smile. “What's so important you just had to show me?”

Your smile widens a bit more, eyes lighting up, and Jesse rests his hand on the small of your back when you bend over to prop the phone up against the headboard. The way he can feel the shiver going up your spine somehow manages to make him fill out even more, cock throbbing where it’s straining inside the smooth confines of his boxers.

“Just something new,” you propose, resting your head on your folded arms.

You’re both just as scarcely dressed as the other, cool air of the room sliding over your skin and hardening your nipples. Jesse’s blood still warms at the sight you make though. Back arched, ass up at a perfect height for your plush orbs to be aligned with his lowered hips.

At your angle the hand he slides to your ass is also in view of the camera, clear for Asa to see. He squeezes just to provoke the disapproving scowl that flashes across your third’s face.

You yourself laugh at it, airy and melodic, and push into his grip. The fabric of your panties is soft on his palm and he rubs idly over them while his other hand dips a little lower.

“How’s your trip?”

He rubs over the outline of your sex as you speak. The more prominent feel of cloth over your sensitive lips makes you keen and move away, but his hand snaps from your ass to your hip to hold you firm with a strong grip.

“…Interesting,” the entomologist answers after a beat.

Asa sounds irritated all over again and Jesse rolls his eyes. The man goes to a bug convention - his whole damn shtick - and you’d think he’d be living it up, but no. Jesse swears he’s never met someone so committed to being miserable.

He rubs harshly over your clit and you jerk forward.

“So— so not good?”

“Yes,” Asa nods slowly, looking away and tracking something off screen, eyes flaring briefly. “I need something to dissect. Soon, preferably.”

There’s no doubt Asa hasn’t guessed what he’s up to by now but the other man humors you regardless. Sap.

Jesse shifts and a metallic swish reverberates throughout the air. Asa’s eyes snap back to the camera and focus directly on the blade now in his hand. At the same time you twist around to gape at him.

“Eyes,” he signs harshly and you roll yours - he’ll get you for that later - but turn back to watch Asa regardless.

He chuckles, “Is he not being commanding enough, Beetle?”

You make a low upset sound at the words, not confirming or denying them.

“Don’t do that right now…” you murmur. Soft, so very like you.

Your tone is admonishing but both of them ignore you.

Jesse points the glinting blade at the screen where Asa can see it, issuing something like a warning, while using his other hand to pull the sides of your underwear from your body. All Asa does in response is scoff before otherwise backing off. At least for now.

Not wasting anymore time the killer at your back cuts your panties up the sides with jerky irritated movements, throws them to the floor, then places the flat of the blade right against your cunt where the damp curls on your mound act as a thin but plush barrier between your flushed skin and his cool metal. When you freeze the smirk that stretches across his face is mean.

“Jesse—?” You break off with a yelp, him having used the broad expanse of his palm and swung straight for your ass. “Sorry, Boss, I— what are you doing?”

He refuses to answer for a few moments, just watching as you scramble to accommodate the knife with small careful movements.

When Jesse bothers to sign next it’s not even to you.

“You know she argued with me over your surprise?”

One of Asa’s brows raise and his eyes glint with something akin to humor.

“Oh? That doesn’t sound like my Beetle. She didn’t talk back to me the last time I had her all to myself.”

Almost immediately Jesse seems to mock Asa, but by the time you catch him he's only rolling his eyes and is already diverting his attention back to you. The only indication he’d done anything more at all is the irritated scoff Asa gives.

Jesse and you lock eyes through the viewfinder on the screen and he moves the knife from your delicate bits, patting encouragingly at your thigh after putting the custom blade back into its hiding place. Silently you heed his command, pushing yourself to your knees while Jesse himself straightens to his full height in accordance with you, hiding both of your heads from Asa’s view.

After that all the two of you have to do is wait.

Jesse listens aptly for the faint intake of breath from Asa, smiling alongside you when you both hear it. Though you're the only one near vibrating with your poorly contained laughter, so excited your eyes are glittering.

On full display on the meat of your upper thigh, front and center, is a well defined skull with iridescent green beetle wings sprouting from behind it. The green and shimmer pops out beautifully on your dark skin because Jesse’d paid for an artist that wasn’t full of shit; the best money could buy in the area.

Jesse hums, grins sharp, and grazes his thumb lightly over the day-old tattoo before moving so that he can squeeze the back of your thigh with that same hand. Even grimacing your breath still hitches and you groan.

Asa’s gaze is locked fully onto your leg. He swallows thickly, his mouth opening slightly but no words coming out for more seconds than is his usual. Jesse’s grin gets worse.

The other clears his throat, something a little feral in his gaze. “It’s…lovely,” he praises, and has to clear his throat again and fight to school the arousal from his features in real time.

It was times like these Jesse almost wished he could cackle out loud.

“Mhm,” you mumble happily. Jesse bends down to kiss at your throat and you drop your head against his shoulder to give him better access. “I’m glad— ah,” you gasp as Jesse nips at your pulse, “I’m really glad you like it.”

You press yourself back into him with a shudder, thick coils brushing over his shoulder, and rake your stilettoed nails up his back hard enough to make his breath catch.

When you grind down he chuckles before turning your head so you can watch him sign.

“Needy are we?”

You huff, lashes fluttering against the tops of your umber cheeks.

“You’re taking forever, can you blame me? Will you please fuck me already? Please, Boss?” You blink up at him, pouting. “I need it.”

His cock jumps where it’s pressed on the delicate inside of your thigh and when you moan again he can’t find it in himself to deny either of you anymore. Not with his mark on you and those pleas falling past your plush lips.

You’re as receptive as ever when he falls into you, desperate and wanting, and making very good on your promise to let him “claim” you some more once you both got back from the tattoo shop.

Large hands tight on your plush hips he fucks into you just as desperately. Deep strokes that jolt you forward and have the head of his cock hitting gold every few thrusts.

Jesse grunts deep, leaning over you and bringing his scarred face closer to yours so he can look you in the eyes when you start incoherently babbling his praises. He doesn’t even have to prompt you to open them either, your lashes are damp as you meet his dark gaze the second he flattens his front to your back, and you mewl.

The two of you clash with a kiss, sloppy and barely coordinated, all lips and tongue and teeth, but he has no doubt the vision you make is affecting your audience of one. Passingly hopes that Asa’s currently sporting a hard on in front of all those academics and silently mortified by the sheer unprofessionalism.

Jesse shudders, gasps and moans silent, before pulling away and forcing your head down and your ass up. He can’t help but slap the fat of your ass and revel in the yelp you give him in response.

He’s at an even better angle now though and pistons into you hard enough to ache in the way you like complaining about even though it gives you just the excuse you want to be pampered. When your cute happy whimpers and choked moans strengthen he knows he’s well on his way to winning your orgasm and that small look on your face post coitis when you're exhausted and clingy.

It doesn’t take long after that for you to start zoning out and it takes him less than a blink to redirect his next slap to the side of your face. The startled noise you gift him quickly transforms into a deep recked moan and Jesse pounds into you even harder.

You focus back on Asa with the prettiest set of bright brown eyes, dark orbs sparkling with your tears unshed and shed alike.

“Fuck, Em,” you gasp.

“Does it feel good, Beetle? Do you like how he feels in you?”

Jesse watches your eyes roll as he rams the head of his cock into where he knows your g-spot is.

“Y-yea, yeah I do. Fucking,”— you sob—“love when he fucks my greedy cunt.”

“Mm,” Asa nods, face impassive and tone flat, but his attention glued to you. “I bet you do.”

When your eyes roll back again, your pussy clenching tight around Jesse, he can’t help but laugh through a moan of his own. The look his sometimes rival is throwing him is absolutely priceless. It promises something like a struggle when the other gets back.

You loved to watch them go at it, and per your request whoever won their little spats got to take you home during your week off. He’d lost last time but he hadn’t stopped thinking about how to get back at Asa for it.

He’d rather Princess come back from the dead and actually finish him off or Preston take over his business than admit to Asa that the loss grated. You were his wife, occasional threesomes be damned. While he held firm that week on his side of the bet, even reassuring you that it was honestly fine to go indulge yourself in Asa and The Collectors' whims, he still wanted to wipe the smug look off his buddy’s face.

Jesse would win. Even if he had to make you squirt all over your goddamn phone to do it.

He watches the arousal flit across Asa’s face every time you’re too distracted to notice, and how he grinds his teeth to tamp it down before you or anyone at the convention can see.

It’s fucking golden. And it doesn’t take the killer long after that to aim for making sure that he can ruin Asa’s life for the next two days he’s away. Rub it in his face that he won’t be able to get his hands on your dewy heated skin or get the brunt of the reverent look you give Jesse through the camera when he brings the knife back out, spinning it with a flourish.

Jesse would have you screaming pretty for him in no time, and the other man suffering all the more for it.

There was a reason why you didn’t (especially considering how much it riled Jesse up) call Asa anything but his fucking name in Jesse’s bed — not Professor or Prof, not his moniker, nothing — and he was going to remind the other man all about that regardless of the murderous glare he kept giving him.

Jesse pulls nearly all the way out, waits for you to whine at him and makes sure Asa can see how you continue to try pressing back on his cock despite him holding you back, then grinds his length back into your soaked cunt in one long thrust. Soaks in the drawn out way you call him Boss — not Jesse — and how you rush to thank him for fucking back into you, and bares his teeth at the burning look Asa gives him.

You start to shudder when he holds the knife to your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and his fingers burrow into your plush cloud of hair to keep your head still as he can. You let him without complaint. Asa’s eyes flash and, barely audible though it may be, Jesse can feel the snarl rumbling up his chest as the squelching sounds of your cunt grow louder and you start fucking back onto him hard enough to bruise.

Yeah he was fucking winning.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

My smut writing abilities are so-so, but I tried. This is also my first time writing both a threesome of any sort, and Jesse and Asa’s dynamic, so hopefully everything registers well.

I had some slight complications so this is a repost, but I doubt anyone even saw the original bar one person so….

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[brujaluas]

who were you in a past life?

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Hot, wow, I really felt the hot cards here(literally), I see a religious trauma, some of you following everything about religion or doctrine to the letter, some here could also feel very sacrificed by some idea of ​​life, some were surrounded by people invading their personal space all the time, that's why some in this life can't like touching, not even physical touch as a loving language, and for a very small portion here, I see that some can reject any deep physical contact like sex. Some people here attracted a lot of attention, had big sex appeal, and even caught the attention of an important person here. I see a happy marriage for some, for others I see that this exposure of their bodies began very early in their past lives, and it is a delicate subject, especially because most people here still feel this discomfort today in this life. But in the end, somehow, I see that you overcame all of this in that past life. A very special person played an important role in this, being your true companions and making you see yourself in a way that you didn't remember or had never seen yourself.

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I'm feeling very emotional here, I think that in a way I identify with you here too, you had an isolated life, you lived far from the big city, your family could isolate themselves by choice or for some other reason, like being forced, I see you being women in another life, for some, but not a conventional woman for the time, you met someone, and you were companions, I see a very important person, I wouldn't like to exalt myself but there was a chance of being a soul mate. For a very small group here, I see you moving from where you grew up and were born to be with this person, you met in this isolated and hostile place (climate) and became inseparable, and you moved to a completely distant and different place, I see long, very long trips. For others, this person left, or you left, you didn't stay together. (snow can be very important to you in some way, or in your life)

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two stories here, you may have gone through intense things, been addicted to work or something, had a busy life, always been in the center, working from one side to the other, being in public, you had a relationship with someone you found in this space, and was an important person in the environment you were in, some may have had a love triangle with two important people (important when I say, they are people with influence), you loved the person who was older, this will sound a bit problematic, but you saw this person as a kind of father figure (?), or something like "I wish my father had been like that, with that way and personality". Don't blame me, I'm reading what I see, damn, no some of you were men and got involved with another very influential man in that environment, like a big boss, I see that because of this relationship you had to learn a lot, you progressed a lot, you developed a lot of ideas, it's as if you learned to be smart, because the environment you were used to was very hostile with sharks eating sharks, but in the end, you didn't stay with that person, but it was a great lesson.

[anjanahalo]

Potential DPxDC Fic 6

Guess it could be just DP. I just like DPxDC. It's a Bad Fenton Parents fic, but based on me reading about various new forms of child abuse to use. CW below for childhood neglect and stuff.

Danny is born into the Fenton family after Jack and Maddie lose their beloved Jasmine to The Stystem. Taken from their home and placed in foster care for small things like forgetting to get her lunch perfectly on time (or every day after a breakthrough) or getting behind on laundry for awhile (after spending a week backing up their research in case of a ghost or EMP strike. Its not like they managed time to bathe or change clothes, either!). They wouldn't make the same mistake as they would with their lovely daughter. Instead of announcing the pregnancy, they kept quiet. Maddie stayed home so the neighbors didn't see her growing belly. When the birth came, they delivered at home (a biology degree is good enough!), and vowed to home school him so he would stay and not be taken away. The homeschooling didn't...end up with the same results as traditional school. They were both still busy closing in on their portal, after all, so lessons were usually sporadic and centered around their work. Danny definitely had the Fenton Genius (TM) from how he picked up advanced physics, calculus, mechanical engineering and mathmatics. He still wasn't great at reading regular words or writing, but his numbers are neat and his calculations flawless, so things like English and History could sit on the side. It was sad, of course, how Danny was stuck in the home for the sake of the family, the curtains permanently drawn to avoid the nosy neighbors that tore apart their family before, but instead of moping or rebellion, he worked alongside them as soon as he could. Maddie framed his first hazmat suit, gifting him a new one with each growthspurt, always white ("We'll let you pick your own Fenton OSHA Approved Hazmat Color once you grow up, Danny."), and he stood with his parents as they tried to open the portal when he turned fourteen. And it failed. Dejected, all three left and ate the planned celebratory fudge with sullen expressions, the fudge itself feeling overly tacky with their depression. Danny, however, got up in the middle of the night and snuck into the basement, his steps smooth and confident even in the darkness of the house (he could get anywhere in the house with his eyes closed). He crept into the basement, an idea striking him. There was an auxillary power button inside the portal itself, meant as a backup or last resort override. However, Danny knew his dad installed the electrical system overnight one night in a fit of manic inspiration. What if it wasn't the auxillary power button anymore? He slipped on his hazmat suit. He walked into the portal, double checked the wiring, and looked up at the button, red and obvious in the wall. If he was correct, he thought as he raised his hand to the button, all he had to do was-

Jack and Maddie raced down the stairs as the lights flickered and a faint cry rose from below. In the basement they found Danny in his hazmat suit. He stared at them with frightful shock, his hair and left hand singed, then turned toward the humming that enraptured his parents as soon as the descended. The portal was working. It worked! Jack and Maddie and Danny were all elated, but Danny began to recede from their work. Stating he wanted to journal their portal research and development into a story, he began to hide in his room more and more. He ordered and read books on biology, psychology, even philosophy, because he knew what happened to him. The portal opened on him, and he died. He awoke in the basement as a ghost, barely transforming himself into something human looking before his parents arrived. However, what he thought he felt went against everything he knew about ghosts. Ghosts weren't sentient. They were emotions strongly imprinted on ectoplasm. Enough ectoplasm or emotions and an echo of those dead feelings rose, taking on an avatar and acting purely off the instinct of the moods that made them. Considering ectoplasm usually manifested with death, and the strongest emotions of the dying are usually fear and anger, most ghosts were destructive with no care for property or life, mindless monsters who'd tear apart the mortal world if left to their own devices in a vain attempt to soothe their undying emotions. But Danny still felt like Danny. He had thoughts, emotions, physical feeling, everything like when he was...when the portal wasn't open. Research, thankfully, taught him what happened. After all, signs were there that something changed for the worse in him. He felt afraid of his parents, and he'd begun lying to them daily when he could never remember telling a fib. On top of that were the strange new powers he couldn't control and shapeshifting abilities between himself and some ghostly manifestation of himself. The portal changed him. He wasn't Danny the Human anymore, but he wasn't a typical ghost, either. Danny was a Philosophical Zombie, and he had no idea how he's gonna tell his parents.

[orngbananaa]

Omg heyyy I just found your page and I NEED Dion relationship hcs

i miss my wife op. i miss him a lot. here's hcs for u

Dion Agriche relationship HCS author's note: i thought about poking him with a stick the whole time while making this

• imma be real with you dion's as dense as a rock when it comes to being flirted with, griselda herself said he didn't process shit whenever pandora tried to, she also said someone like him isn't suited to be in a relationship but we’ll ignore that for the bit–

• might go on a rant here but I feel like to be in a relationship w him you either have to be as freaky and damaged as him or just develop to be more dominant cause this man is someone who would rather follow you than lead you if you managed to tame his ass

• he doesn't get bitches. you could think that he's hot as hell but everything else about him cancels it out cause his personality scares nearly everyone who meets him, he's a pathetic little fuck and he’ll need someone as equally pathetic as him for his love life to be even a smidge stable

• PDA is not something he's into, maybe a hand on his or your waist but everything else is a no-no, in private tho he's content with a hand on his cheek or being curled up together in bed

• he doesn’t get enough sleep unless he's unconscious or on horse tranquilizers so instead of that he'll just watch you sleep, it gives him some inner peace and that counts as a kind of rest

• if you go on one of those rare trips of yours it'll be by the sea, you notice the sound of the waves puts him in a trance of some sort so the two of you will simply sit near the shore and quietly enjoy the environment

• you play with his hair sometimes, you'll jokingly tell him to grow it out further so you can braid it, and in response he'll give you the flattest look in existence

• he dissociates often so you make sure to touch him a lot to keep his head out of whatever fog he's experiencing

• when it comes to comforting you he's absolutely ass at it but he will at least make an effort--he won't say anything but he'll sit next to you and stare at you until you tell him what's wrong and that counts for something ig

• you like it when he's naked; NOT in a weird way, you simply like to busy yourself by noting down some small details about his body; moles here, scars there, the paleness of his skin and the veins you can clearly see beneath it, how long his fingers are or how much softer his face is compared to his father’s

• he's surprisingly sensitive to sunlight; comes with having red eyes, after all; you try to hold back your snorts whenever you see him squinting after light hits his face

• apologies after arguments are not his thing, maybe cause he was raised by a self-centered dipshit sociopath with no regard for others’ feelings but you guys can work on that, probably

•he will cling to you like a puppy if he's in one of his more somber moods, doing things like laying his head on your lap and letting you fiddle with his hair until he gets drowsy

• you both like it when you smell of e/o, washing together and using the same products helps with that lots

• the two of you are not guaranteed to have kids; emotional problems y’know?

• does not let you near his mother, maria lets herself near you though, she loves giving you random gifts and complaining about her son if she remembers he exists; whether you tolerate her or not is up to you

• he notes down random things that remind him of you so he can look or think about them to calm down when he’s feeling destructive

• ooc but if it's winter you're throwing his ass into the snow no questions asked, you maybe regret it when he starts to ominously roll a giant snowball while staring at you without blinking

i wanna braid his hair and put him in pretty clothes...