#nip🙏🏾

[saturnscafe]

I’m desperate to know about “big bad wolfs” first rut plz ill beg 🙏🏾

I’m here to please lol.

͙˚ ༘✶Big Bad Wolfs First Rut

Smut Below

He was avoiding you, he wasn’t responding to texts or calls. He wasn’t showing up for classes either. You were starting to think he just dipped and dropped out or something.

You stood at his door knocking before you heard rummaging behind the door. When he opened it he looked almost worn out. His face was a bit red, hair sticking to his forehead. No shirt on just bare in his boxers. “What are you doing here?” He asked his voice thick.

“I was worried about you” you said meekly.

His face softened realizing how he must have made you feel. “I’m sorry beautiful, I’m-“ he said exhaling loudly. “I’m in a rut and I don’t wanna hurt you” he admitted.

You remember learning about heats and ruts before, you knew he had to have been hurting.

“Let me help you” the words blurting out.

He cocked his head to the side, studying your face. “Y/n- I don’t think that’s” he started to say before you cut him off.

“I trust you, plus” you said before moving closer to him “I think it’ll be kinda hot” you said that smirk making him groan.

When you were finally inside he cupped your face staring into your eyes. “If at anytime you need to stop. Tell me got it?” He said sternly. You nodded and with that he leaned in kissing you hungrily. His hands gripped at your thighs and ass as his tongue prodded at your mouth.

He started walking you backwards body hitting against the couch you could feel a grin creep across his face. He swiftly turned your body bending you over it. Before you knew it he had your pants and panties off. His head pressed between your legs. His arms hooked around your legs pulling your body down on him. He had your cunt pressed so nicely against his mouth. His tongue lapped at your folds, groaning loudly.

His cock was peeking from his boxers dripping pre cum. His hips moved on their own moving upwards trying to create some friction. He was eating you out like a man in death row and you were his last meal. His tongue found its way into your sopping cunt, moving erratically. Your hands gripped at the gripped at the couch trying to keep yourself ground but to no avail. He was driving you closer and closer to your first orgasm cumming hard around his tongue. He licked you clean nipping at your inner thighs. He wanted to keep going. Wanted to draw another or two from you but he needed inside of you.

He stood up licking his lips as he rid himself of his boxers. His body pressed against you before kissing your shoulder. “I love you” he said against your ear before pushing into your warm cunt. The moans that left both of your mouths was almost pornographic. His big muscles arm wrapped around your waist before he started moving. He wanted to go slower for your sake but he couldn’t help himself. His hips snapped back in and out of you as his leaking tip kissed your cervix.

“Fuck- ah- y/n I love you. You’re my beautiful mate- can’t get enough-“ he groaned into your neck.

“God- you feel somehow even bigger” you moaned out.

You were already seeing stars another orgasm growing close. “Gonna cum again already? Seems like you wanted this just as much as I did” he smirked.

“Fuck who wouldn’t want- want their hot mate to fuck them like this-“ you babbled but those words. You calling him your mate. It almost made him cum then and there. Sure you guys have been dating and you call him your boyfriend but you’ve never used the word mate. It ignited something primal in him.

He growled against your skin “say that again” he demanded. His thrusts becoming faster, harder- deeper. Your mind almost went blank before he nipped at your neck, his hand finding its way to your face. He turned it making you look directly at him “say it.”

“My mate” you choked out. You swear his eyes almost went black at the sound. His grip around your waist tightened, the couch slightly moving from how he was pounding into you. “Yeah I’m your mate. No one else can have you. Your mine. Mine.” He kept repeating like it was the only word he knew. His hand left your face bringing it down to your ass before smacking it hard. You moaned loudly at the slight sting. His nails gripped into your hips as he let out a long low groan.

“Who do you belong to? Huh.” He growled.

“You! Only you!” You almost screamed your orgasms ready to flow over.

“That’s right. Me. No one else’s. Me and only me.”

He pulled out before pushing into you with a powerful thrust. Your orgasm toppling over you, it was intense making your body shake. “Gonna take my knot- fuck gonna give me a litter yeah? You want that? To be stuffed full of all of me-“ he was babbling at this point but you didn’t care.

“Yes- fuck yes please- please want all my mates pups” you said incoherently.

He let out a loud growl before sinking his teeth deep into your shoulder. He pulled out one last time before pushing back in hard. You felt his knot push in with almost ease at this point stuffing you full. You could feel him twitching inside you as his hot cum painted your walls.

He was panting, you were panting. No one spoke for a few moments before he kissed your back softly. “I love you, you know that right?” He said sweetly.

“And I love you” you responded.

The rest of the night was filled- or you were. With him fucking you in every room of his apartment on any surface that he could. You gave him a run for his money though, being just as greedy for him as he was for you.

[your-local-simp-writers]

OMG PLEASE IM BEGGNG YOU TO DO A FOLLOW UP ON THE “Wrapped in Love” FIC 😭🙏🏾!!! Your writing is so good Oml

Omg ofc!!! We are so glad to have made it out to so many other Ken fans!!! Were working on more Ultraman Rising fanfics so be on the lookout for them! If you haven't gotten to know who we are don't be shy here is our "༺☆༻ Introduction ༺☆༻"

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New Parents

Word Count: 1120

Warnings: None

Ken Sato x Fem!Wife!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The night was still, filled with the soft, rhythmic hum of the fan above and the low creaks of the house settling, each sound louder in the deep quiet. The digital clock’s numbers cast a faint red glow on the ceiling, marking time in moments that felt both too short and endless. You glanced at it as you ran a hand over your face, feeling the exhaustion under your skin like a heavy weight. Beside you, the baby monitor crackled softly with your daughter’s tiny sounds—little whimpers that tugged at something deep inside, pulling you from sleep, as they had so many times in the last few weeks.

The bed shifted as Ken stirred beside you, rolling onto his back with a muffled groan. His eyes blinked open, half-lidded with sleep, and his hand instinctively reached for yours. Even in his half-awake state, there was a gentle steadiness to his touch that made you relax, even just a little. His fingers laced through yours, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles.

“Go back to sleep, Ken,” you whispered, smiling softly at the way his eyes tried to focus on you in the dim room. “You were up with her half the night, remember?”

His voice was warm but groggy. “So were you.” There was a hint of his usual playful grin, the one he always wore even in the most serious moments. But now, it was tempered with something softer, more vulnerable—a realization that this, being parents, was something neither of you could do alone.

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair as he pushed himself up. “Alright, I’ll go check on her,” you said, finally conceding. Yet, as he sat up fully, so did you. The silent exchange between you was one of shared determination, a promise neither of you needed to say aloud: we’re in this together.

The floorboards creaked quietly as you made your way to the nursery, the chill of the hardwood nipping at your bare feet. The door was slightly ajar, and as you entered, the soft glow from a nightlight shaped like a little moon illuminated the room. It cast shadows across the walls, where pastel-colored animals danced in gentle brushstrokes, keeping silent vigil over the crib. The smell of baby lotion hung faintly in the air, mingling with the scent of clean cotton and that warm, sweet baby smell that filled your heart with a mix of love and worry.

Ken moved ahead, leaning over the crib with careful, quiet steps, his hand reaching out to scoop your daughter from the blankets. She stirred in his arms, her cries softening to small, tired whimpers as he rocked her gently, whispering soothing nonsense into her ear. You watched, transfixed, as his broad hand cradled her tiny back, his thumb rubbing circles in the same way he always did for you. She fit so perfectly in his arms, her little head resting against his chest, her fingers barely wrapping around his thumb.

Ken, still bleary-eyed but doing his best to comfort her, muttered to their newborn, “Hey, hey… it’s okay, baby girl,” he said in a soft murmur, trying to mimic the calm that you usually exuded in these moments. “What’s got you all upset, huh? It’s just daddy here… don’t worry… I’ve got you.” His voice was shaky, the words forming as though testing the newness of them.

She only cried louder in response, her fists waving and her little face scrunching in distress, and he shifted her gently in his arms. “Come on, sweetheart… don’t cry so loud. I’m trying here,” he whispered desperately, though still attempting the soft tone you had used. He bounced her slightly, pacing slowly as he tried to comfort her with soothing, sleepy words. “There, there... I’ll get you all cozy… Daddy’s here. We’ll figure it out...”

The sound of your daughter's wails, louder than anything Ken had yet experienced, echoed through the room. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his eyes wide and pleading as he tried to keep his grip gentle yet firm, feeling inadequate in the moment. “I think… she might need more than just me,” he said, his voice cracking, clearly both overwhelmed and desperate for help.

You couldn't help but smile, a soft, fond smile despite your own fatigue, as you stepped into the room, taking in the sight of him gently cradling her in his arms. You could feel the warmth of the nursery, the plushness of the carpet underfoot, and the quiet solidarity that seemed to fill the room in the midst of chaos.

"Hey, hey… shh, baby girl," you cooed, your voice hushed and warm. While his thumb traced tiny circles on her back, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the sight of him—this big, sleepy man holding her so carefully, his entire world wrapped up in those tiny fingers that clung to him.

You touched his arm gently, and he looked at you with that familiar mix of exhaustion and awe that had become your shared language as new parents. "She’s a little fussy tonight, huh?" you whispered.

Moving to him, you softly placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. “Hey, you’re doing great,” you whispered, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “She knows you’re trying.”

Ken sighed in relief when he saw your steady presence beside him. “I’m trying, but I don’t know what she wants,” he muttered, adjusting her in his arms as her cries started to soften. "She’s got some lungs on her, that’s for sure. Wonder where she gets that," he teased, a hint of his usual playful grin breaking through the weariness. This small comment caused you to snicker trying not to laugh.

For a moment, she was quiet, looking between the two of you with a tiny frown, as if she couldn’t decide whether to settle down or keep fighting.

Carefully, you both laid her back in the crib, standing there just a second longer to make sure she was finally settled. There was a moment’s peace, the room warm with that strange blend of exhaustion and contentment that parenthood seems to bring. You reached for each other’s hand as you turned to leave, creeping down the hallway, hoping for even a few hours of sleep before morning.

Just as you slipped into bed, her cry rang out again, slicing through the silence. You groaned, stifling a laugh, turning to look at Ken. His eyes were already closed, one arm stretched over his face in mock defeat. “Your turn,” he mumbled, cracking one eye open with a grin that said he’d be there with you, even if he couldn’t open his eyes just yet.

[jesuistrestriste]

HEAR ME OUT, patrick and art: POPULAR PORNSTARS, reader: VIRGIN BFF ⁉️⁉️⁉️

and they teach reader how to make themself AND THE BOYS feel good, talking reader through it, ⚠️PRAISEEE⚠️, body worship (reader receiving), and generally giving reader the highest standard to start their sex journey off with !!🙏🏾

oh my god and patrick using you to milk art and make him whine and whimper as he watches over whispering directions in your ear 😞😞

ooohh oh my god im totally into this ?? your mind. wow.

i think both boys would be so incredibly sweet w/ reader, even though they're usually used to rough sex + doing more hardcore scenes for the camera. you just soften them right up ! and they want to make your first sexual experiences tender + pleasurable !

kissing you all over your body, gliding each of their tongues over little crevices in your soft flesh, and nipping at sensitive spots on your hips and thighs. they wanna take their time, and they certainly don't wanna rush you. they'd play with your pretty body until you're hot all over and slick for them in the right places.

definitelyy feel like, for your first time, patrick would gently maneuver your body to sit over art's cock. he'd rest his hands on your hips and leave them there so that he can help teach you how to ride his best friend (+ regular porn co-star). he'd guide your sweet lower body with his strong touch; manually rocking your hips back and forth as art bucks and thrusts up into you.

they'd groan into your ears, art leaning up into your left + patrick slouching forward behind you to get close to your right, and they'd tell you exactly the kinds of things you'd want to hear during your first time.

"Fuck, you feel so good," the blonde would moan and whine, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek affectionately as your gummy walls squeeze him, "better than anything i've felt.. i'm serious.. angh-!"

"Are you sure this is your first time?" the brunette would groan softly n teasingly into the side of your neck as he removes one hand from your hip to palm himself, "you're doin' too good for someone who's a virgin.. look at art... listen to him... you're gonna make him cum."

they'd treat you so well, make you feel so safe and comfortable, but they also wouldn't treat you like you're dumb just b/c you haven't had much experience. you're a quick learner, they know that. they'd both still find you extremely attractive + desirable and you can bet that they would make that known as you orgasm over art's lap.

:)

[the-kr8tor]

could i get a garlic cloves and ❣️ for IPOB! hobie, where him and reader are just chilling and being their flirty cute selves and the camera crew has been there the whole time just like 🧍‍♂️

(bonus points if hobie teases reader about when they let him drink cuz he was practically starving himself)

pls and thank you 🙏🏾

Hehehehe hope you like it!!! I love when an ipob request falls into my lap

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw suggestive, cw blood mention, cw injury. Vampire au, wwdits au, mockumentary au, in pursuit of blood au, FLUFF.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

In Pursuit of Blood Masterlist

You hold an ice pack to your tender neck, condensation dripping from the thin towel covering the ice down to your arm. “—So that's how my great aunt turned into a chupacabra.”

The man behind the camera shares a look towards his producer. The harsh lights of the set stings your sensitive eyes, a dizzying feeling comes in waves, turning your head into mush. You wobble slightly on the plush seat, head lolling to the side as the producer gives you a concerned look.

“I'm fine.” You sniff, giving them an unconvincing smile. The ache on your neck pinches when you fix your posture, making you wince. The sound guy offers you a juice box from somewhere. The drink barely shows on the camera as you raise your eyebrow at the man. “D’you carry that around wherever you go?” You ask but you still take it. Surprisingly, it's still cold.

A familiar cool breeze rushes past behind you, the camera could only see a flash of black smoke before it zooms out to see Hobie's chin perched on top of your head. You hide your smile behind the juice box, hand reaching out to pat his cheek.

“You shouldn't be up and about after that.” Hobie says against your hair, voice muffled, the audio guy is irked by it. The vampire sends him his piercing gaze, red eyes glowing briefly before you reach up again to hold his nape gently. To which he calms down almost immediately. His head cranes down to rest on your shoulder while he sits on the arms of the chair for comfortability.

“Has anyone told you that you get clingy after you feed?” You ask, the straw of the orange juice is perched in between your lips.

Hobie takes the unopened juice box from your lap, and then slides the straw away from your lips to punch a hole in the box. You watch with shining eyes despite your dizziness. He hands it to you, concern still evident on his face.

“Only the ones who survive after.” His fingers brush along your neck, the presumed bite still hidden behind the ice pack. “You sure you're alright?”

The crew stays silent throughout the whole ordeal, afraid that they might ruin the moment or startle their subjects as if they're filming a scene for national geographic where two bugs communicate to each other through their antennae.

You take a sip from your juice while he observes your tender flesh peeking out from under the pack. “It was just a nip, Hobie.” You lean away to his dismay, that you immediately correct by taking the cold compress away to show him that it wasn't such a big deal as two pinpricks in the shape of his fangs have stopped bleeding a while ago. “Besides, you were starving. It's either me or Bob the sound guy.” From your peripheral, you see Bob's eyes widen.

“Still, my fault for forgettin’ to feed again.” Hobie takes the ice pack from your thigh to place it back atop your bite, he doesn't mind the cold when his flesh is just as freezing.

“Maybe next time I'll bring you to my childhood bully’s house.” You tease, “or maybe even wall street.”

“Isn't that against your family's code or some shit?” He chuckles, the camera crew feels like they're watching something they shouldn't. But they're not leaving until they get their content.

“Living with a vampire is against our hunter's code, but here I am.” You smile, sipping loudly to annoy him. It doesn't work as he stares back at you with endearment, red eyes soft just for you.

Hobie grins, fangs in full show. “‘m startin’ to think you like gettin’ fed on.”

You choke, coughing while the crew all share a knowing look. Composing yourself, you return your eyes back to the very smug vampire next to you. Lips curling into a smirk, you decide to tease him back. “And what of it, hm? What are you planning to do, vampire?” You lean closer, tips of your nose brush along his own. His wine red eyes reflect your own flirty expression. “Drain me dry?”

You and Hobie seem to forget the handful of people and the cameras watching the two of you.

He smirks back, playful eyes winking back at you. “Don't threaten me with a good time, love.” Tossing the ice pack away, breaking a few vintage glasses, he moves his head while his palm rests on your jaw. Leaning towards your bare neck, his lips are dangerously close to your flesh. “Or you could do the bitin’ this time.”

You breathily sigh, skin on fire, the butterflies in your stomach feel like they're having a party. Your eyes flick over to the crew, whose eyes are avoiding your own. You feel his lips graze your tender bite mark. Your hands sliding behind his neck, palms kneading at his skin before you yank him away by the scruff of his neck.

“Ow.” He feigns hurt with a lopsided grin, you smile back but with you subtly gesturing towards the crew, he immediately clamps up.

The documentary crew feels like they struck gold when they just caught a flustered vampire on camera for the very first time. Or so they thought.

Hobie tilts his head eerily, sending shivers down each crew member's spine, almost as if he's sucking the air out of the atmosphere. “Leave before your ratings turn from teens and up to somethin’ that will get your show canceled before you could even air it.”

With the sound of filming equipment quickly getting lifted up, and footsteps retreating away towards the front doors— your giggles can still be heard as Hobie shuts and locks the doors without lifting a finger.

[comatosebunny09]

Hello ma'am,

As a 5'4 thicc girliepop with cellulite and stretch marks I really need a lil pick me up from our Bois 😔😭 I'll take anything at this point tbh 🙏🏾

Sylus loves your body. Literally obsessed with it. He gets hard just thinking about it, your supple skin sliding beneath his fingers. When he’s feeling particularly needy, he nips at your tummy while you’re reading or playing around on your phone. You giggle so cutely for him, threading your fingers in his hair. He watches you like a predator scoping out his prey as he worships your flesh. You’re his little zebra cake, and this man swears he’s never had a sweet tooth until you came around.

[araybiaa]

firsts blurbs with rafia? 😞🙏🏾

firsts with rafia

meeting. they meet at the yatch club. she knows of his reputation; having overheard the conversations from a few drunken customers — all of whom had nothing but negative things to say about him. she’s surprised at how different he actually turns out to be. he sits with her at the bar through her shifts, abandoning his friends the moment he sees her walking behind the counter. the conversations are easy and flirtatious.

“i love you”. comes from rafe. he’s fallen pathetically in love with her and doesn’t hesitate to vocalize his feelings for her.

having sex. it’s in 3.07 (obvi!) they spent the whole night flirting; he’d been handsy, making sure she never ventured too far away from his reach. when they finally get a moment alone, they sneak off to his bedroom. she’s surprised at how gentle he is. he’s still dominating, but the way he touches and kisses her through it is full of affection. he’s not overly cocky, but she knows that the sound of her whimpers and her nails biting into his skin every time he thrusts into her, spurs him on and has him increasing his efforts.

argument. it’s over something completely mundane. they’d never argued before so their emotions are heightened. she could see him becoming more and more frustrated, but she doesn’t relent in holding her own against him despite the tears burning in the back of her eyes, threatening to spill over. he gets angry and curses before turning around and walking away. she cries when he leaves and curls underneath the blanket as she releases her pent up sadness. he returns ten minutes later with his own red stained eyes and a look of remorse worn across his face. he approaches her, stretching himself out across the mattress as he laid his head against her stomach and murmured an “i’m sorry.”

date. rafe’s a bit inexperienced when it comes to actually planning things. he’s never had a real girlfriend before her so he’s never had to go through the hassle of planning a date. but with sofia it’s different. he likes her a lot. so, rafe goes to extreme lengths to try to impress her. he remembers her talking a lot about art — so he goes on google and searches up nearby art shows. the closest one is forty five away, but he likes her so he purchases two tickets and makes a reservation for an italian restaurant for them to eat at afterwards.

kiss. it happens during (also set in 3.07) all throughout the night, sofia could see rafe’s eyes lowering to her mouth — lingering in an unmistakeable gesture. she knows that he wants to kiss her and she’s eager for him to take the initiative. but every time he leans in closer and she thinks he’s finally about it to do, she’s met with disappointment when he reluctantly pulls away. it’s only when they’re in his bedroom sequestered from the chaos of the party downstairs that he does it. it’s quick though the fervor behind it has her knees buckling beneath her. he’s a soft kisser, despite his tough bravado, nipping softly at her lips as he leaned closer into her touch. “i’ve wanted to do this all night.” he murmurs and its then that she realized that he wanted to reserve their first kiss in private.

[bukuthegr8]

Thank you Nip. 🫡🙏🏾

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

i am asking you to write that prompt for saz and julie 🙏🏾

🫡 Alright I got you. For the peeps that don't know the prompt is here! Forewarning I am writing this straight into tumblr and sleep deprived.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

The bear morpher hadn't heard the hagfish morpher as much as she had smelled her as she approached. Halting her task of aggressively cleaning a stain, also from some sort of viscera Saz was sure, off a pair of sneakers. Saz had a free day while the others had been out for a mission. She didn't think it was supposed to be a messy one, but she could smell the death and the coffee Julie seemed to have chased it with.

"What happened?" Saz asked.

"I'm not very patient. Or kind," Julie said simply, grinning a little with gore stained teeth.

Saz watched Julie's tongue dart to swipe some of it off. She swallowed, tugging at her scruff. The bear morpher wasn't so sure when something like that hadn't been terrifying. Maybe it was the nonchalance behind it all.

Though the bear morpher knew it was only pride and high of a mission well done beaming off of her at the moment. And she'd happily accept whatever came with that.

"Only sometimes," Saz finally answered, patting her lap in invitation.

Julie's eye focused on Saz's lap for a few seconds in mild surprise, happily accepting the offer. Moving the shoes out of the way just as quickly. She grasped Saz's jaw in both hands. Rubbing her sullied face against Saz's cheek. She scratched idly at Saz's scruff with her acrylics and hummed.

Saz had realized how warm the morpher's hands were. Not realizing just how covered in gore the hagfish morpher had been. Blood trickling down Julie's forearms and hands. Sullying Saz's beard. And Elliot's chair. Saz nuzzled into Julie's hands

Julie placed a small kiss between Saz's eyebrows, "Enjoy your off day?"

"For once I'd rather hear the whole story of whoever you tore apart," Saz stated smiling behind Julie's fingers smushing against her lips in attempts to silence her.

"A dumbass too close to one of our bases. Tasted like shit."

"But?" Saz asked moving Julie's hand back to her jaw.

"She was nice to work my teeth through." Julie smiled pecking Saz's lips.

The bear morpher tried not to gag from the smell that had briefly entered her mouth. More impressed by the mess Julie was at the moment than anything.

"You ate her?"

Julie shrugged, "Tasted really."

Saz scrunched her eyebrows. That sounded worse.

The bear morpher easily distracted by Julie's nails combing through her beard and the scattering lips on her face. Biting back a whine at the occasional wandering nip.

[takoyakipunk]

Blessed with nips the size of marshmallows. 🙏🏾😈

[mosstomb]

Thank you so much for opening readings! May I please ask the following (context - I’ve been bullied / harassed by 5 coworkers for almost a yr. Despite going to hr, management, etc = no real help. So, I’m planning on quiting Monday).

May I please ask —-

- am I set to successfully quit on the spot post resignation meeting with Matt (my manager)on Monday & carry out the rest of my plans (send emails to HR, bye emails to a select few + formal resignation emails to management & MD)? Any issues/surprises to know about?

- Will I get one of the temporary roles I’m applying for right now = sweet green or Brave Wings Therapy OR secure something before end of July?

- Was Matt - my manager - turning screws/being sneaky against me and making things worse for me (or simply not stepping up and nipping things in the bud when he could have) lately re: my bullying? Has he been helping my bullies? I thought (could be wrong) I overheard him in a meeting with one of them mentioning HR and my name (planning something??

I really hope I’ll be OK 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

A, Gemini sun / Virgo moon

Yes, it's important to stand your ground and be firm and confident. Stay professional, and don't let yourself get upset when he gets defensive or argumentative.

You'll get the temporary role at Brave Wings, and then a better opportunity will come.

Matt has likely been making things worse, talking badly about you with your coworkers. When you overheard them talking, they weren't planning anything but they were speaking badly about you.

"I quit" Is a complete sentence. Maybe go for "I have decided due to personal circumstances to resign effective immediately", but you don't owe them any explanation or any more of your time. Don't allow them to make things worse for you by getting you riled up and making you say something that they can spin to make you look bad.

[freewxll]

Rip NIP

Love live the great

🙏🏾🙌🏾🤬

[cyarskaren52]

Twitter reacts to Eric Holder's first-degree murder conviction in the death of Nipsey Hussle

Twitter reacts to the news of the first-degree murder conviction of Eric Holder in the murder trial of slain rapper Nipsey Hussle.

As previously reported on REVOLT, today (July 6), Eric Holder Jr. was found guilty of first-degree murder for killing rapper Nipsey Hussle.

In the wake of the news circulating on social media, those who knew Hussle or enjoyed his music rejoiced over the slain rapper finally receiving justice. The friend and longtime collaborator of Hussle, Karen Civil, shared a blue heart on her Twitter account shortly after the news broke.

One fan of the rapper shared that it is unfortunate that he is no longer here; however, she learned a lot about him and his vision and was a true fan of his movement.

“Nipsey Hussle was one of them artists that grew on me i wasnt fu*kin wit him at first,” she wrote. Then i did some research watched mad interviews and I really fu*ked with his movement his vision his music him overall. Shit is unfortunate hes no longer here. #NipseyHussle”

Nipsey Hussle was one of them artists that grew on me i wasnt fuckin wit him at first, Then i did some research watched mad interviews and I really fucked with his movement his vision his music him overall. Shit is unfortunate hes no longer here. #NipseyHussle 💙 — Rah ♠️ (@RahDaColdestx18) July 6, 2022

Another commenter expressed that while enrolled in grad school, she was assigned to cover a piece of public art. She chose a mural of Hussle and added, “Murder is tragedy, justice is tricky, and Nip deserved so much more. We all do,” she tweeted.

In grad school, I got an assignment of describing a piece of public art. I chose the Nipsey Hussle mural a block away from my apartment. Murder is tragedy, justice is tricky, and Nip deserved so much more. We all do. pic.twitter.com/GM3wN118cf — Mankaprr (@Mankaprr) July 6, 2022

Hussle tragically died in March 2019 after Holder shot him outside his store, The Marathon Clothing, in Los Angeles, California. Hussle’s survivors include his longtime girlfriend, Lauren London, and two children, Emani and Kross Asghedom.

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💙 — Karen Civil (@KarenCivil) July 6, 2022

The game gonna test you.. – Nipsey Hussle pic.twitter.com/JnhFFOAXaR — Hector (@RaszHector) July 6, 2022

Let The marathon continues 🏁 RIP Nipsey Hussle pic.twitter.com/EloEqsXmsD — Real Nigga Quezzy💯✊🏿 (@QuezzyQuez707) July 6, 2022

And now we play it on full blast. pic.twitter.com/dDRgGeaC95 — Zeus Candles ⚡️ ⚡️⚡️ (@zeuscandles) July 6, 2022

May Nipsey Hussle finally rest in peace 💙🙏🏾 — Rah ♠️ (@RahDaColdestx18) July 6, 2022

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[queennefratti46]

Happy Birthday 🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳 Nip Hussle THA GREAT 👑🕊️🙏🏾💙🏁🇪🇷

Would've been 38 Years Old today 🙏🏾🕊️🎂🎉🥳🥂🍾

#HussleDay 🙌🏾🎉🥳🎂 #HussleForever 🙏🏾🕊️🔥👑

#TheMarathonContinues 🕊️💙🏁

[bitchyblkqueer]

did not have an asthma attack (it was close) but i did have a nip slip so if anyone can rec sports bras 🙏🏾

im playing beach volleyball today...... keep me lifted in prayer.....

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

I feel like i need more emphasis on Miguel's level of nasty because he is just messy. point blank period. imagine he's got you on all fours, your face is stuffed into the sheets of your shared bed, he has your arse in the air all the while his face is stuffed right in your pussy. he's sucking and slurping on your cunt from the back because he knows you like it. maybe too much. one hand is laying comfortably on your bum cheek while the other holds your hands in place on the small of your back to diminish any attempts you have to run away. not that you would anyways. his face moves up and down your slick slit, his tongue prodding at your tight hole. he groans in satisfaction as you push your hips into his face and cry out a silly version of his name. his hand squeezes your cheek in affirmation "that's it, bonita," he praises. his words go straight to your sticky cunny as he slurps loud enough for the neighbours and their mothers to hear. he lifted his head momentarily just to spit on your puckered hole: watching as the fat glob slides down the globe of your arse, not before catching it with a finger and sliding it in. he feels you tight hole squeeze as he stares in awe. he lowers his head back onto your throbbing clit and starts suckling on it, drinking up your sweet juices in tandem. he shakes his head from side to side receiving a high pitched sob from you in return. he brings down his heavy hand to slap your soft bum, hard. he rubs the sore spot as his finger continues to work on your ass. he's moaning and groaning, whining and whimpering into your cunt that he loves too much. "Miguel...you have to stop, i need a break PLEASE!" you plead no avail. infact, he pushes another finger into your tight hole. you silently plead he's not hoping to stuff his hefty cock into your puckered hole. it's already too overwhelming for you. he's still playing with your hot pussy while still at it with your rim. he removes his fingers from your asshole and watches it clench and unclench uncontrollably as your orgasm hits like a truck. he lewdly spreads your cheeks apart, mouth agape, watching your tight holes squeeze around empty air, waiting so patiently to be filled by his pretty, long, thick, heavy, pleasurable, delicious, tasty, mouth watering, eye rolling, name yelling, soul snatching, creaming and screaming, sobbing and rolling around the floor, toe curling, earth shattering, squirting fountains, mood lifting, dopamine giving, life changing, powerful thrust, pretty, dark brown tipped - remember nips match tips - veiny all over, a proper 8-9 inches, he's definitely a grower, he grows while he's inside of you so its the most delicious stretch everr, undeniably good, leg shaking, heart wrenching, name forgetting, drooling, mind dumbing, mind breaking, back arching COCK.

i'll glad be on my knees for THIS man. 🥴like im not even joking brooo ill do jumping jacks on the d just for him he can dump ALL the cum he wants in ME, i'll gladly be the mother of his children. i swear, ill be the perfect little wife for him. he wakes up in the morning to freshly made breakfast and coffee. his clothes are washed, dried and ironed to perfection. his shoes are clean and polished, his shower is already running at the perfect temp. he comes home from work? i'll great him with a fat kiss and a home cooked meal. the recliner is out the tv is on his favourite show, when he's getting ready for bed, its ready made, his clothes for tommorrow are out and im waiting for him in bed. i need him so bad he doesn't understand i'm so upset why isn't he real. like...who am i ever going to find thats gonna compare? will i ever find someone that compares, omg imagine if i don't...☠️☠️☠️☠️ see lemme not God forbid🙏🏾

🫨 (ignore that i just wanted to use the emoji ibr)

[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: getting caught kissing rick grimes son, by rick grimes is probably the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you.

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

wc: 600

request: can you write something like carl and reader getting caught making out ITS BEEN ON MY MIND ALL DAU😭🙏🏾

cw: kissing, getting caught.

The heat was prominent as you stood crossed armed in the middle of Alexandria's walls. The summer warmth collecting on your skin, nipping at your cheeks and nose while your warn out white tank and blue jeans didn't help your situation.

you watched as people ate their lunch and moved on, not hungry yourself. 

"I'd expect you to be down there eating by now, it's your favorite" you looked to the side to see Carl, long brown hair sitting on his shoulders as his smile, ah, more of a smirk held upbeat on his lips.

"yeah, well, not really in the mood right now..I'll have some later" you smiled, turning back as Carl laid his back on the wall as well

"ya'know, watching people eat isn't really that great of a hobby" he pried, you rolled your eyes as he pushed and pushed before you asked him what he really wanted

"I have new comic books, new ones we can read together!" he grinned like a little boy, you scoffed as you wore a smile back at him.

"you could've just led with that"

.

now, you sat crossed-legged on his bed. he tossed around his desk, talking to you about the new comics and all, you listened intently as he twirled around with a...gift in his hand?

pink paper wrapped a book-shaped figure with a thread tying into a bow. your furrowed brows were enough for him to realize how oblivious you were

"uh..this is for you.." he suddenly became shy, cheeks red and it wasn't from the suns rays coming from the window

"for me? why?" 

"ugh, just take it..it's a...present for you" you grabbed it and started to tear the paper off, slowly peeling away to see a book cover that was all too familiar

"oh my goodness, Carl! holy shit you really got it!" you squealed as you see the "1" on the cover, the book you've been trying to get for the longest time as you only had the other ones... except for the first one of course.

"yeah, well, I was on a run and uhm..it was just...there" yeah, it wasn't just there. he had to kill a small herd of walkers that were in the store just because he saw a glimpse of it through the window..but...he'd never tell you that

"that's amazing! thank you!" you kicked your feet liked a little girl as Carl became flustered at the pure sight of your happiness, something he doesn't get to see often

you ran up and gave him a hug, pulling away to look him in the eye, emotions getting the best of you as you contemplate finally acting on your feelings...and...you do.

you lean in and finally. fucking finally kiss him. his soft lips you've always looked at sucked into yours as your both held each other tight, soon you both found yourselves on the bed, with you on his lap, nothing sexual, just loveness and pureness.

you held his face as he held your waist, your head twisting as you attempt to kiss him even deeper, and then..

"Carl, you never-" Rick opened the door up, and with raw fear you tumbled off him and Rick watched with nothing but shock

"Dad!"

"Oh..Oh...um..my bad" he walked back before closing the door, and then opening it just an inch before running down the stairs, you felt hot but not in the way before, hot with embarrassment

"I-I'm so sorry" Carl stuttered, upset and embarrassed that that was how your first kiss went

you burst out laughing as you tried to put yourself together, Carl joined you in a couple of seconds, your laugh too intoxicating not to. 

so maybe not the best first kiss, but certainly one to remember..

oh and, Rick gave the...talk right after to a very shameful Carl

an: hiii guys! i haven't wrote fluff in a while <3 had kinda a bad day so this was really nice for me to write...ilysm! ♡