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Testing, testing!
Aopz pz aol vsklza jvkl pu aol ivvr, iba hz svun hz aol HP zjyhwlz jvtwslal npiilypzo P ht ovwpun aol ylhs zavyf dpss il zhml buklyulhao. Wslhzl thrl zbyl fvb nv av aol jvttlua zljapvu lclyf zavyf! P dpss afwl aol rlf huk npcl h spur av aol alea kljvkly dlizpal. P dpss wyvihisf ayf av johunl aol rlf pu lclyf zavyf, qbza av zwpjl pa bw h ipa. =) Aovbno, P kv ohcl av zhf aol vusf pzzbl dpao aopz rpuk vm mvythapun pz aol whyhnyhwo zafsl. Wovul'z lzwljphssf jhu vusf jvwf vul whyhnyhwo ha h aptl. Zv aopz thf il hu hizvsbal upnoathyl av kljvkl buslzz P mvynv hss whyhnyhwo mvythaapun. P ht uva zbyl pm aopz pklh dpss ilhy huf mybpa, iba aopz pz h alza pu huf jhzl! ^^ ) Sla tl ruvd doha fvb nbfz aopur huk pm pa mllsz sprl pa pz avv tbjo dvyr mvy aol hclyhnl ylhkly, dl jhu thrl vaoly wshuz!
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Gummy I need to crack my wrist but it's not
I'm going insane
It's
7tsoyra9yt pklh
I think you're just gonna have to rip the whole arm off 😔
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"Dl kvu'a ohyt hufvul, huk fvb ohcl uv pklh ovd pa dpss nv." fvb mhps av ylhspgl aol aybao, pyvupj iba aybl. Svvr whza fvby pklhsz vm wlymljapvu, iljhbzl pm fvb kvu'a aol dvysk dpss ulcly yljvcly.
-Qpyhjop Huvu ☄️
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#pokeblogging#pokemon irl#pkmn rp#pkmn irl#real pokemon#rotomblr#irl pkmn#pokemon unreality#pokereality#pokemon roleplay
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Zv, abyuz vba P kv huk kvu’a dhua av ahsr hivba pa!
Olf Khcpk huk Hsslu, pm fvb nv aoyvbno aol dvyr vm ylhkpun aopz, fvb kvu’a ullk av alss tl. Fvb jhu, iba pa’z bw av fvb, P kpk aopz dovsl jvkl aopun zv P jhu ylhzvuhisf nv av tfzlsm “dlss, lclu pm vul vm aolt zhd pa, aolf wyvihisf kpku’a ivaoly av kljvkl pa.”
Zv, Qhtlz (IQ aoha pz vm jvbyzl) qvrpunsf jhssz fvb nbfz tf ivfmyplukz. Huk pa zahyalk av jvtl bw flzalykhf, iba aolu P klmsljalk av Rfsl. Iba P’t uva… hnhpuza aol pklh, aol dvyk. Pa zvbukz wylaaf upjl hjabhssf. Iba P kvu’a ruvd pm pa’z avv zvvu, vy avv tbjo, huk fvb jhss Rfsl fvby avfmypluk iba pkr pm aoha’z mvy tf ilulmpa vy opz vy fvbyz, vy pm aoha pz qbza aol dvyk fvb bzl (hsaovbno P mlls sprl P yltltily aoha nlaapun puclualk lhysf pu vby johaz), pkr doha fvb jhss opt av lhjo vaoly. Huk vm jvbyzl fvb’cl ruvdu opt mvy tbjo svunly! Huk fvb’yl uva svvrpun mvy h aopyk, huk P buklyzahuk huk ylzwlja aoha huk P dvbsk ulcly dhua av vclyzalw, iba dopsl aoha’z klmpupalsf h aopyk pu fvby zlypvbz thyyphnl ylshapvuzopw, P kvu’a ruvd pm aoha’z h aopyk pu aol ivfmypluk yhunl hz dlss. Huk P kvu’a dhua av hzr, “olf ovd kv fvb nbfz mlls hivba aol dvyk ivfmypluk,” huk ohcl av ohcl huvaoly zlypvbz jvuclyzhapvu hivba nlaapun pu avv kllw huk pualuapvuz huk lewljahapvuz, aolf’cl illu ptwvyahua huk ohcl luklk bw dlss lclyf aptl, iba aolf’yl zapss h spaasl zaylzzmbs, huf zlypvbz jvuclyzhapvu pz.
Zv P nblzz aol dovsl luk vm aopz pz, P rllw hcvpkpun jvuclyzhapvuz hivba dvykz huk klmpupapvuz. Iba aoha’z uva mvy mlhy vm aol dvyk pazlsm (vy mvy nlukly ylhzvuz hnhpuza “ivf” kvu’a dvyyf pa ohku’a lclu jyvzzlk tf tpuk buaps qbza uvd), iba qbza iljhbzl P ylhssf kvu’a dhua av vclyzalw, huk pa’z ohyk av ruvd doha vclyzalwwpun dvbsk il. Pm aopz tbjo dvbsk il vclyzalwwpun, kvu’a dvyyf hivba pa, P ht nlubpulsf ohwwf dolyl dl hyl ypnoa uvd, P’t ylhssf luqvfpun pa, P kvu’a ullk av il h ivfmypluk av il ohwwf ahsrpun huk mspyapun dpao fvb nbfz! Pa qbza kvlz jvtl bw vjjhzpvuhssf, huk pa’z hsdhfz h apuf ipa dlpyk khujpun hyvbuk pa… Hbno pa dvbsk wyvihisf il ilaaly av hjabhssf ahsr av fvb nbfz hivba pa, P’t qbza h jvdhyk…
#finally a chance to use my vast geocaching puzzle solving knowledge!#to be a coward!#it's just a basic caesar cipher there are a billion websites that will solve it with no effort#but i cannot write it in plain text#so this is what you get#i just love being annoyingly cryptic *gritted teeth sarcasm*#it's the difference between me saying it and making a website say it#yeah i'm happy with it off it goes#i have had like 4 moments of ''take it down'' ''no leave it up'' today#but here it stays#seriously just google caesar cipher solver it's way too long to solve by hand pleeeasse#if you do actually decide to solve it i mean
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Please, Keep Love Hole (Chapter 16)
Please, Keep Love Hole (Explicit, 31k)
What can one lonely nerdy teacher do when he just loves sucking cock? The lone bathroom stall in a gay bar seems like the perfect place for him.
What can one hyper college student with a sports scholarship do when his friends are jerks? The lone bathroom stall in a gay bar seems like the perfect place for him, too.
The semester goes on with barely any changes. Stiles keeps his head down – partially because he spends more time studying than before so can’t even make it to most of the parties. But that’s not the only reason and on dark and lonely night he’s not afraid to admit it to himself. He is also tired. So, so exhausted.
The medication takes him only that far and then comes the crash. He feels wiped, like doing just a bit more would shatter him. So he does what he has to (training and classes) and then collapses on his bed to sleep. That doesn’t last much more than an hour, though, just enough to see that the room is now empty, Scott probably enjoying his night like any other college student would.
Anyone but Stiles because Stiles feels like he can’t enjoy anything anymore. He is in a rut and he knows it, but it’s just really tough to get out of it. If he wanted to, that is. He’s not even sure anymore, he doesn’t believe that it would be much better anyway. Maybe this is what being an adult is like: grey days going by in a blur, ever day the fucking same.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that his solution (it really isn’t one, he knows it) is the exact same thing as what he watched his dad go through for quite a long time after his mom died: alcohol.
It starts out slow and infrequent – just a beer while he’s studying for an exam or when he has to write a paper and he tries to muster the motivation to sit down and get to it. When he feels like he is at a low point, he buys a bottle of vodka. It’s a really nice bottle and a good brand. At first he uses a nice glass that he has lifted from one of the bars and occasionally shares it with Scott.
Then when washing the glass and putting it away so it’s not sitting on his desk all the time becomes a chore, he switches to a plastic cup. That he can just leave lying around on whatever surface. He feels like the good and expensive stuff doesn’t belong in a plastic cup so he buys a cheaper one. He feels a bit ashamed about it so he decides to hide it from Scott, telling him that he just ran out of vodka.
As the semester gets closer to its end and his responsibilities are piling up, so do the empty bottles that he carefully hides under his bed, socks wrapped around them so they won’t accidentally clink and give him away. Deep down he knows it’s not okay that he even considered making sure to cover his tracks, let alone went and did it, but a few sips later he doesn’t feel so bad about it.
He is careful enough about it that he usually has nothing more than a nice buzz, just to take the edge off things and make him see the world in a better light than he normally would. The only exception to this is when Scott and the guys manage to coax him out of his room to go to a bar or a club. It’s a lot harder to keep track of how many drinks he’s had (on top of what he had consumed throughout the day) when the music is loud, the lights are dimmed and they are all having a good time.
One of these times is the big bonfire celebration that officially ends their semester, classes, papers and exams all out of the way.
He’s been looking forward to this, to just let go and feel like himself again. He wants to enjoy tonight, laugh, dance and maybe meet someone. Even if it’s for nothing more than to get off, he needs to feel that he has control over things.
So with a bitter shake of his head, he puts on one of the nice shirts he bought with the help of Lydia what feels like decades ago. It’s a dark purple, and it makes his pale skin pop against his dark hair. At least that’s what Lydia said, and he trusts her judgement in this. She knows fashion a lot better than Stiles anyway.
Scott is in the room, too, putting on a black button down, leaving one button more than necessary open, showing off just a hint of toned chest. He’s pouring a drink for himself and Stiles – in a glass, not like Stiles usually does – and hands it over to him.
“You look good in that shirt, dude,” Scott says, “even though I can’t recall ever seeing you this pale. Are you okay?”
He seems worried, and comes up to Stiles to look at his face with his eyebrows knit in a straight line.
“I know you don’t like to talk about feelings, but if there is anything, you can talk to me, you know that, right?”
Stiles smiles a sad little smile and hugs him close. Scott is nice enough to not comment on how tight he’s holding him, or that he needed to catch Stiles because he just flung himself at Scott.
“Thanks, bro, I appreciate it. I will,” he tries, even though he knows he probably won’t. He’s never been one to open up easily when it comes to serious things like depression or his problem with drinking.
“Alright then,” Scott slaps him across the shoulder one more time. “Let’s down this and then we can go. Danny said they are waiting outside by the library.”
Stiles does as he’s told, welcoming the burn of the drink. He’s beginning to feel optimistic about tonight, forgetting to worry about things that he usually worries about, like the disappointment in his dad’s eyes the last time he saw him, or how he seemed to notice things that you would only from personal experience.
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When they join Danny and Jackson, there are already a handful of people heading in the direction of the big bonfire, just off to the main entrance of the campus. There are stalls around it where delicious smells are wafting from; sweet and salty, smoked meat and freshly baked goods.
There’s a DJ off to the side, playing electronic music that’s not offensively loud but makes people have to raise their voices to be heard. Altogether it’s the familiar cacophony of laughter, chatter and music that Stiles has always loved.
He can see people from his classes, some of them sitting on blankets in the grass, enjoying the last rays of sunshine as the sun is about to disappear behind the horizon. Some people are sitting on benches further from the bonfire, couples making out and freshmen arguing loudly.
This is one of Stiles’ favorite parts of the year, a warm summer evening full of life and potential.
Scott touches his shoulder and indicates that they are heading to one of the vendors to get something to drink and Stiles follows. He skims the crowd slowly growing in number, just people watching and enjoying that he gets to see moments so personal to others but that he can share with them as an outsider. He has always been fascinated by what you can observe when you just take the time to study someone.
And that’s when he sees him.
Professor Hale, standing next to another prof, blonde hair and a really revealing cleavage. He looks awkward as he tries to politely keep a conversation going with a student, but it seems like he would prefer to be anywhere else but there.
Stiles turns away then, and has to take a steadying breath. He probably didn’t handle that… whatever it was… with the most finesse but things worked themselves out. He didn’t get kicked off the team, his grades improved and he didn’t get in trouble in quite a while. He tries not to think about the medicine he had to swallow this afternoon, or the bitter taste of alcohol he washed it down with.
He asks for a beer but when Scott turns around, it’s a beer and a shot of whiskey that he unceremoniously dumps in Stiles’ glass.
“Another fucking year is over, thank God,” Scott laughs, and raises his glass.
Danny and Jackson do the same and they all down it in one go. Stiles follows suit.
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Later on he is dancing with a guy – Chuck or Chris or something, not important – when he spots Derek again. Looking at him from the corner of his eyes while talking to someone.
Whatever.
Stiles looks away and tries to focus on the guy in front of him. His dark hair, broad shoulders and strong hands on his hips, snaking down to his ass. Stiles should push his hands back on the small of his back but he feels warm and loose so he just throws his head back and sways to the rhythm of the music. The other guy’s hand pulls him closer so their hips are touching, and with his other hand, he holds Stiles’ head so he can whisper dirty things in his ear.
Stiles just laughs and takes a swig of his bottle of beer. He doesn’t remember when he finished his last glass and switched to a bottle, but he doesn’t care.
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Things get a bit blurry after a while. He dances with people, Danny and Scott, a petite brunette, another jock… He can’t keep track of people. Or his drinks. It’s like he’s in a fast carousel and he can’t quite focus his eyes on the person standing outside, unmoving, while he is spinning in circle trying to catch a glimpse of them. He’s dizzy, his stomach is turning and after a few unstable steps, he is in free fall.
Darkness embraces him, and all the noises go low. He feels something soft, like a big rug, underneath his head and then it’s just… nothing, and he’s floating in darkness, like he’s in outer space with no sound, nothing against his skin, nothing.
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P dpzo P zapss ohk aol klzpyl av rtz pu aol spalyhs zluzl , iba P kvu'a
Pa'z qbza h aovbnoa P ohcl h sva.
Aoha p kvu'a dhuuh il olyl wofzpjhssf.
Aoha spcpun pz qbza avv ohyk av kv.
P kvu'a aopur P't h ihk wlyzvu , P ruvd P't uva h ihk wlyzvu. Iba P't h myhbk.
P't uvul vm aol aopunz P kylhtlk hivba ilpun .
Uvaopun iba h mhpsbyl pu aol lflz vm dov P dhz qbza h mld flhyz hnv.
Pm p kplk p kvu'a aopur tvza vm aol wlvwsl dov'z yhkhyz P bzlk av il vu dvbsk yljvnupgl aoha tf ispw ohz kpzhwwlhylk.
Whya vm aol wyvislt pz P ohal whpu vm huf rpuk.
Wofzpjhs , tluahs, zwpypabhs.
P ohal mllspun whpu lclu mvy h tvtlua.
P ruvd aoha pa'z tf ivkf mpnoapun av wyvalja pazlsm iba p hszv dpzo aoha pa dvbsku'a zvtlaptlz
Vul vm aol ylhzvuz P ztvrl pz iljhbzl pa'z h mlls nvvk dhf av zsvdsf wvpzvu tfzlsm av klhao.
Aol pklh aoha zopaaf hzz Thysivyv nvskz hyl nvpun av rpss tl pz mbuuf pu h dhf.
Aolf dlyl aol mpyza jpnz P lcly ayplk huk aolf tpnoa il doha kvlz tl pu.
P rpukh qbza kvu'a dhuuh il hspcl
Tvyl aohu sprlsf P'ss kpl dpaovba wlvwsl ruvdpun h zpunsl aybl aopun hivba tl.
Huk p ohal pa.
P dpzo p jvbsk qbza spcl pu aol dpylk sprl shpu.
Pm hufvul lcly ylhkz aopz zvyyf svs.
Mlls myll av uva kt tl
P kbuuv pm pa dvbsk il dvyao fvby aptl
Iba pm fvb kv zapss mlls aol bynl av zhf zvtlaopun
Qbza thrl pa zvtlaopun mbu , wslhzl.
P aopur p ullk aoha.B pbla B lmbee atw max wxlbkx mh dfl bg max ebmxkte lxglx , unm B whg'm
Bm'l cnlm t mahnzam B atox t ehm.
Matm b whg'm ptggt ux axkx iarlbvteer.
Matm ebobgz bl cnlm mhh atkw mh wh.
B whg'm mabgd B'f t utw ixklhg , B dghp B'f ghm t utw ixklhg. Unm B'f t yktnw.
B'f ghgx hy max mabgzl B wkxtfxw tuhnm uxbgz .
Ghmabgz unm t ytbenkx bg max xrxl hy pah B ptl cnlm t yxp rxtkl tzh.
By b wbxw b whg'm mabgd fhlm hy max ixhiex pah'l ktwtkl B nlxw mh ux hg phnew kxvhzgbsx matm fr uebi atl wbltiixtkxw.
Itkm hy max ikhuexf bl B atmx itbg hy tgr dbgw.
Iarlbvte , fxgmte, libkbmnte.
B atmx yxxebgz itbg xoxg yhk t fhfxgm.
B dghp matm bm'l fr uhwr ybzambgz mh ikhmxvm bmlxey unm b telh pbla matm bm phnewg'm lhfxmbfxl
Hgx hy max kxtlhgl B lfhdx bl uxvtnlx bm'l t yxxe zhhw ptr mh lehper ihblhg frlxey mh wxtma.
Max bwxt matm labmmr tll Ftkeuhkh zhewl tkx zhbgz mh dbee fx bl ynggr bg t ptr.
Maxr pxkx max ybklm vbzl B xoxk mkbxw tgw maxr fbzam ux patm whxl fx bg.
B dbgwt cnlm whg'm ptggt ux tebox
Fhkx matg ebdxer B'ee wbx pbmahnm ixhiex dghpbgz t lbgzex mknx mabgz tuhnm fx.
Tgw b atmx bm.
B pbla b vhnew cnlm ebox bg max pbkxw ebdx etbg.
By tgrhgx xoxk kxtwl mabl lhkkr ehe.
Yxxe ykxx mh ghm wf fx
B wnggh by bm phnew ux phkma rhnk mbfx
Unm by rhn wh lmbee yxxe max nkzx mh ltr lhfxmabgz
Cnlm ftdx bm lhfxmabgz yng , iextlx.
B mabgd b gxxw matm.
Lmao.
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T/W "unaliving" ideation
Don't decipher if u don't wanna read my depression posting
P dpzo P zapss ohk aol klzpyl av rtz pu aol spalyhs zluzl , iba P kvu'a
Pa'z qbza h aovbnoa P ohcl h sva.
Aoha p kvu'a dhuuh il olyl wofzpjhssf.
Aoha spcpun pz qbza avv ohyk av kv.
P kvu'a aopur P't h ihk wlyzvu , P ruvd P't uva h ihk wlyzvu. Iba P't h myhbk.
P't uvul vm aol aopunz P kylhtlk hivba ilpun .
Uvaopun iba h mhpsbyl pu aol lflz vm dov P dhz qbza h mld flhyz hnv.
Pm p kplk p kvu'a aopur tvza vm aol wlvwsl dov'z yhkhyz P bzlk av il vu dvbsk yljvnupgl aoha tf ispw ohz kpzhwwlhylk.
Whya vm aol wyvislt pz P ohal whpu vm huf rpuk.
Wofzpjhs , tluahs, zwpypabhs.
P ohal mllspun whpu lclu mvy h tvtlua.
P ruvd aoha pa'z tf ivkf mpnoapun av wyvalja pazlsm iba p hszv dpzo aoha pa dvbsku'a zvtlaptlz
Vul vm aol ylhzvuz P ztvrl pz iljhbzl pa'z h mlls nvvk dhf av zsvdsf wvpzvu tfzlsm av klhao.
Aol pklh aoha zopaaf hzz Thysivyv nvskz hyl nvpun av rpss tl pz mbuuf pu h dhf.
Aolf dlyl aol mpyza jpnz P lcly ayplk huk aolf tpnoa il doha kvlz tl pu.
P rpukh qbza kvu'a dhuuh il hspcl
Tvyl aohu sprlsf P'ss kpl dpaovba wlvwsl ruvdpun h zpunsl aybl aopun hivba tl.
Huk p ohal pa.
P dpzo p jvbsk qbza spcl pu aol dpylk sprl shpu.
Pm hufvul lcly ylhkz aopz zvyyf svs.
Mlls myll av uva kt tl
P kbuuv pm pa dvbsk il dvyao fvby aptl
Iba pm fvb kv zapss mlls aol bynl av zhf zvtlaopun
Qbza thrl pa zvtlaopun mbu , wslhzl.
P aopur p ullk aoha.B pbla B lmbee atw max wxlbkx mh dfl bg max ebmxkte lxglx , unm B whg'm
Bm'l cnlm t mahnzam B atox t ehm.
Matm b whg'm ptggt ux axkx iarlbvteer.
Matm ebobgz bl cnlm mhh atkw mh wh.
B whg'm mabgd B'f t utw ixklhg , B dghp B'f ghm t utw ixklhg. Unm B'f t yktnw.
B'f ghgx hy max mabgzl B wkxtfxw tuhnm uxbgz .
Ghmabgz unm t ytbenkx bg max xrxl hy pah B ptl cnlm t yxp rxtkl tzh.
By b wbxw b whg'm mabgd fhlm hy max ixhiex pah'l ktwtkl B nlxw mh ux hg phnew kxvhzgbsx matm fr uebi atl wbltiixtkxw.
Itkm hy max ikhuexf bl B atmx itbg hy tgr dbgw.
Iarlbvte , fxgmte, libkbmnte.
B atmx yxxebgz itbg xoxg yhk t fhfxgm.
B dghp matm bm'l fr uhwr ybzambgz mh ikhmxvm bmlxey unm b telh pbla matm bm phnewg'm lhfxmbfxl
Hgx hy max kxtlhgl B lfhdx bl uxvtnlx bm'l t yxxe zhhw ptr mh lehper ihblhg frlxey mh wxtma.
Max bwxt matm labmmr tll Ftkeuhkh zhewl tkx zhbgz mh dbee fx bl ynggr bg t ptr.
Maxr pxkx max ybklm vbzl B xoxk mkbxw tgw maxr fbzam ux patm whxl fx bg.
B dbgwt cnlm whg'm ptggt ux tebox
Fhkx matg ebdxer B'ee wbx pbmahnm ixhiex dghpbgz t lbgzex mknx mabgz tuhnm fx.
Tgw b atmx bm.
B pbla b vhnew cnlm ebox bg max pbkxw ebdx etbg.
By tgrhgx xoxk kxtwl mabl lhkkr ehe.
Yxxe ykxx mh ghm wf fx
B wnggh by bm phnew ux phkma rhnk mbfx
Unm by rhn wh lmbee yxxe max nkzx mh ltr lhfxmabgz
Cnlm ftdx bm lhfxmabgz yng , iextlx.
B mabgd b gxxw matm.
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Buenos días y bienvenidos a todos. Próximamente en la ronda de entrevistas de Piratas de los Universos de Colores, entrevista del escritor Catalán-Español Julio L. Calderón al escritor Colombiano Wilson Rogelio Enciso https://www.instagram.com/p/CLm_4X-pKlh/?igshid=1ri7zzzikdb80
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Wali Kota Administrasi Jakarta Selatan, Marullah Matali meninjau perbaikan dan pengecatan ulang Halte Transjakarta Dukuh Atas, Halte Karet Sudirman, dan Halte Transjakarta Bendungan Hilir, Jakarta Selatan, Minggu (11/10). Selain itu ada juga kegiatan merapikan moveble concrete barrier (MCB) di sepanjang Jalan Sudirman. Tiga halte dan MCB tersebut, dirusak oleh oknum tidak bertanggung jawab, saat aksi demonstrasi penolakan Undang-Undang Cipta Kerja berlangsung di Jakarta, pada Kamis (8/10) lalu. Kegiatan perbaikan halte-halte yang rusak melibatkan kurang lebih 250 petugas PPSU, Sudin Bina Marga Jakarta Selatan, Satpol PP Jakarta Selatan, dan Sudin Sumber Daya Air Jakarta Selatan. Dalam kegiatan peninjauan, turut hadir Asisten Perekonomian dan Pembangunan Jakarta Selatan Mukhlisin, Kepala Suku Dinas Bina Marga Heru Suwondo, Kepala Bagian PKLH Jakarta Selatan Imam Basri, serta pejabat terkait lainnya. Mari kita jaga Jakarta, demi terciptanya Kota Jakarta yang Indah. 📸 @fiqrifahlapi #jaksel #jakselkompak #DKIJakarta #PerluTahu #Jaki #warnawarnijagajakarta #tanggapjagajakarta #pasukanjagajakarta #pahlawanibukota #welovejakarta (di Jakarta, Indonesia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGPJ2fmpNyq/?igshid=ydf5zih8gz2v
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Please, Keep Love Hole (final chapter)
Read all 21 chapters over at AO3 (explicit, 42k).
Chapter Summary: S-E-X. With feelings. And teeth.
They have been officially dating for months when Derek tells Stiles that they need to talk. At first Stiles is nervous about it (damn all those romcoms where this sentence always means something bad) but then he gets over it. They are doing great and Derek isn’t like that anyway, he would tell him straight to his face if something was wrong.
The only thing that isn’t so great for Stiles is that it’s been long goddamn months and they still haven’t had sex. Sure, they have watched each other jerk off a couple of times and they have been dry humping each other like teenagers, but Derek always stopped him when he wanted to go further, when he wanted to take Derek’s clothes off. Stiles is in no rush, though, so he didn’t make a big deal out of it, but he’s getting frustrated with constantly having blue balls and having to take long showers after being over at Derek’s. Scott is giving him knowing looks.
So Stiles is a bit worried about what this talk will be about, but he is keeping an open mind.
When he arrives to Derek’s apartment, the place smells great. Derek’s been cooking which, okay, he didn’t expect. Maybe the romcom drama is not going to happen.
“Something smells great,” Stiles whistles as he walks up to the stove where Derek, in an apron with puppies all over, is putting food on two plates.
“I made lasagna, I hope you like it,” Derek replies as he turns his head so Stiles can kiss his cheeks.
“You kidding? I love it,” he says and sniffs the delicious food, followed by an appreciative sigh. “So what is it that you wanted to talk about?” Stiles has always been very patient.
“After dinner, okay? Let’s eat just now,” Derek looks up at him, a shy smile on his face.
Stiles digs in and starts talking about the latest YouTube videos he saw and forgets about the talk.
When they finish eating, they clean up and then head to the living room to get comfortable on the couch. Stiles really doesn’t want to push it but he’s getting restless and Derek can probably sense this because he takes a deep breath and begins.
“You probably have been wondering why I always stop you when you want to undress me.”
And yes, that is an understatement. Stiles, at the first few times this happened, was obsessing over this, trying to figure out if Derek didn’t like him, or didn’t want him, or didn’t trust him. But Derek was always down to kiss and touch through clothes so Stiles thought he might have been just shy or self-conscious.
“Do you remember when I told you about my first time?” Derek asks, and Stiles needs to think about that for a while.
Derek helps him out and starts explaining that when he was 16, he fell for someone older. Stiles can remember this much, but what Derek tells him next is a shock to his system.
In a quiet voice, Derek tells him that the woman tied him up, gagged him, spanked him, fucking cut him with a knife and then left him there for two days. Then he talks about the long weeks he was bedridden because of healing injuries, but more importantly the emotional trauma he suffered, with the added baggage of all this happening in Derek’s teen years when he was still trying to figure out who he was, which high school gossip really fucking didn’t help. Stiles’ stomach is turning, he’s seeing red and getting angry with every quiet word leaving Derek’s lips.
But when Derek stands and takes his shirt off, it’s like a bucket of ice being dumped on him. He can see the cuts still, so many years later. They weren’t deep, Derek explains in a clinically cold voice, so they healed alright, but they stand out pale against Derek’s tanned skin. Almost a dozen long lines from his chest to his hips and arms, all different in length and shape.
Stiles lets out a shaky breath and unconsciously reaches out to touch but his hand freezes midair as he looks up at Derek.
“Can I?” he asks.
Derek moves closer, within reach. Stiles shuffles to the edge of the couch so Derek can stand between his legs and puts his hands on Derek’s hips, not touching his skin. When Derek buries his hands in Stiles’ hair and nods, Stiles begins to trail his fingertips over the white lines. Derek tenses, but with a rattling breath he relaxes and lets Stiles explore.
He traces each and every cut with his fingers, trying to change the memory of pain to a memory of gentleness. When he’s touched all of them, he leans in and places the smallest of kisses against the one that goes from Derek’s right hipbone towards his groin. Then he slowly rises to his feet. Holding Derek’s chin in his hand, he looks him in the eye and whispers thank you to let Derek know how much he appreciates this. Him, his honesty, his straightforwardness, his trust.
With the force of a storm, Derek leans forward and kisses Stiles with everything he’s got. Stiles tries to follow him but the intensity with which Derek tries to convey his emotions knocks the wind out of him and he can’t do much more than allow Derek to kiss him however he wants to, he just responds in earnest.
After minutes, both panting, Stiles breaks the kiss and looks Derek in the eye.
“Is it okay?” He needs to make sure that Derek doesn’t feel pressured.
Derek nods, and pushes him backwards until his legs hit the couch and he has to sit down. Derek is on his knees in no time and is already working on Stiles’ zipper when Stiles catches his hands.
“Hey, Derek, slow down. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you,” he says, and caresses Derek’s cheek.
“I know,” Derek replies, placing a kiss on Stiles’ palm. “I know,” he repeats, trying to center himself, let him believe what he’s saying.
Stiles cups Derek’s face and with a murmured “Come here” he pulls him up to kiss him again. This time it’s slower, sweet and perfect. There’s no rush to it, just heat and want. Derek shudders when Stiles flicks his fingers over his nipples, but Stiles just smirks against his lips and does it again.
“Fuck,” Derek breathes deeply and plants a wet kiss on Stiles’ neck.
This gives enough time for Stiles to rearrange them; Derek’s head is resting against the cushions by the armrest, his legs splayed open so Stiles can kneel between them. He looks down at Derek’s beautiful naked torso and pulls his shirt before leaning forward to steal another kiss. Their hands are roaming the other’s body, mapping muscles, scars, birthmarks, trying to memorize as much as they can.
“Let me take care of you first,” Stiles whispers in Derek’s ear which earns him a deep moan and a hurried “Yeah, okay.”
Stiles can’t help himself and steals another quick kiss before he trails down Derek’s body, stopping at his nipples to give them some attention as Derek seems to enjoy it. Sure enough, Derek’s hand grabs a handful of Stiles’ hair and his fingers flex reflexively. As much as he would love to spend a whole night kissing and playing with Derek’s nipples, he continues his way down to Derek’s thighs. The runs his hands up and down Derek’s muscular legs, scraping his fingernails across the fabric of his jeans, which puts a teasing line of pressure going from his knees up to his hips and Derek chuckles a bit as it tickles him.
Placing another kiss on the scar by Derek’s hip, Stiles unbuttons his jeans and when Derek lifts his hips, he pulls them down as much as he can. He quickly pulls those and his own jeans off, leaving them in nothing but underwear, both of them showing obvious signs of their interest in the proceedings. Derek sits up and pulls him in close to kiss him, and then he’s leading the way to his bedroom. Stiles can’t help but stare at Derek’s gorgeous body; his toned back, round ass and strong legs. He can’t wait to feel those wrapped around him as he has Derek under him.
When they reach the room, Derek gracefully sits back by the headboard and waves his hand in the direction of his open, bent legs, obscenely presenting himself.
“As you were,” he says cheekily, and Stiles is on him in a second, his hands touching everywhere and his lips whatever snarky comment Derek wanted to add.
When the kiss ends, he looks at Derek, aiming for a deadpan expression but probably looking more excited and eager than anything else. “Lube?”
Derek twists around to reach for the nightstand which Stiles takes advantage of and pushes Derek down on the bed so he’s lying on his front and Stiles has his extremely shapely ass inches from his face. Derek just laughs but lets him do it, pulling a pillow under his head and trying to look over his shoulder as much as he can. He drops a bottle and a condom on the bed.
Stiles, whether with girls or guys, has always loved eating ass. Acquired taste or not, it has always been the perfect mix of shouldn’t like it and love it anyway. He kisses all over Derek’s lower back and thighs, placing biting kisses wherever he reaches, which has Derek growl slightly, clearly frustrated about the teasing.
“Is this okay?” Stiles asks, after he bites Derek’s ass cheek hard.
“Hhhnnng---yesss,” Derek hisses as he instinctively arches his back to silently as for more.
Stiles just smiles and places both of his hands on Derek. His gentle kisses turn hungrier with teeth and more saliva the closer he gets to Derek’s hole. Without hesitation or teasing, he places his mouth around it and kisses it, alternating between long licks, kisses, sucking and kitten licks. Derek is growing louder by the minute, his hands fisting the pillow, biting the corner as his eyes close from pleasure.
As much as Stiles enjoys this, his need has been increasing with every moan and sigh Derek made. He’s dreamt about this, in vivid details, how he would take Derek apart with his mouth on his cock, his ass, his nipples. But this has to wait because Stiles wants to make this last. With a heavy sigh, he reaches out for the forgotten bottle of lube and pours some of it on his fingers, warming it before reaching towards Derek.
“Still okay?” he asks, but Derek’s relaxed expression and curt nod comes before he could even finish those two words.
He gently rubs his finger around Derek’s rim and when Derek sighs, he pushes in. The sigh turns into a moan and that spurs Stiles on to continue his movement without pausing. He starts a gentle but steady rhythm and as soon as he can, adds a second finger. Derek only wiggles around the get a better position, adjusting so with Stiles’ pushes, his dick is gently nudged against the bed.
It doesn’t take long for Derek to relax and sigh with every touch, non-verbal voices leaving his lips in an endless stream. Stiles then bites his ass one more time, slaps him gently before reaching for the condom and putting it on with shaking hands. He smears some more lube on his shaft before putting his hands on the bed by Derek’s hips. He leans down to kiss and bite Derek’s shoulder as he grabs his cock to guide it into Derek’s waiting body.
Pushing in only a few inches, he stops to steady himself, Derek’s heat and tightness overwhelming him suddenly. He hangs his head, forehead touching Derek’s shoulder, as he takes a few deep breaths. Derek, though, is impatient, and shifts so he can take over, arching his back so he can move his hips and slowly inch his way back down on Stiles’ cock. It’s an intoxicating sight, his ass greedily sinking down on his erection.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, Derek,” he whispers, then groans when Derek clamps down on him. “Show off,” he chuckles, but leans down to awkwardly kiss Derek in his twisted position.
As retaliation, Stiles sneaks a hand around Derek’s throat to keep him in place and finally starts moving. Derek chokes on a chuckle and his mouth falls open as Stiles slides out and then back in. Stiles keeps a steady and slow pace, trying to draw the teasing out before he knows he lose his patients and picks up speed.
“Stiles, come on, don’t tease, just give it to me,” Derek keens, his fingers whitening in the sheets as he’s trying to hold himself up to kiss Stiles.
“Jesus, Derek,” Stiles groans and falls forward, still holding Derek’s throat gently, as his other hand comes to rest on Derek’s legs to pull them up until Derek’s ass is higher up and the angle is just right, judging by the choked off groan escaping Derek’s lips.
And Stiles gives it to Derek, his pace becoming faster and faster, the only sound in the room is skin on skin and their curses and moans. Stiles bites Derek’s ear and Derek shouts his name, surprised and turned on even more.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined this, what it would be like to fuck you,” Stiles whispers in Derek’s ear. “Seeing you in those tight jeans outlining your ass… why do you think I was sitting in the first row every time? Fuck, I wanted to bend you over your meticulously organized desk and fuck you until you made a mess all over it.” Stiles is hand tightens for a second around Derek’s neck and that has Derek wheezing for all deities to help him because he’s falling apart.
“Touch yourself,” Stiles instructs, and Derek scrambles to reach down between his legs to cup his straining erection, ignored for so long and so desperate for attention.
“Yes, fuck, Stiles, please,” Derek whines and starts stroking himself in earnest.
“I want you to come first so I can feel your orgasm while I’m still inside you,” Stiles grunts and places a kiss on Derek’s neck.
Derek’s breath hitches, his body goes rigid and he’s coming over his hands, ass clenching down on Stiles, tightening even more. That throws Stiles’ rhythm, his hips staggering a few more times and then he’s coming, biting on Derek’s shoulder gently, and then letting go of him.
He pulls his hand away from Derek’s neck, petting his hair in apology as he’s sure there will be red fingerprints for a few hours. As Derek goes lax underneath him, he relaxes, and his heavy limbs refuse to hold him up any longer.
He falls on Derek’s back with an oomph, and for a minute or two they just try to get their heartbeats back to normal. Then he pulls out, kneading Derek’s ass before leaning down to place a kiss on one ass cheek. He goes to Derek’s bathroom to discard of the condom, clean up and get a wet towel.
When he walks back, Derek is lying on his back, his forearm over his face. His cheeks are flushed, he’s covered in sweat and his neck is red in what seems to be in the distinctive shape of a palm. He looks beautiful.
Stiles climbs up next to him, pulls his arm away so he can kiss him. Gently, with emotion, as they are both sated now, so this kiss is just a reminder that they have each other. He cleans Derek off, then, and after throwing the towel on the floor, he cuddles Derek.
After a lazy shower together, they curl up in bed and fall asleep in no time.
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The next morning, there are two things out of the usual, when Stiles wakes up. One, it’s bright, like, really bright. Did he leave the lights on last night?
No, he’s not in his dorm.
Right. The talk with Derek.
And oddly enough, being in Derek’s bed is not the second unusual thing.
That has to be Derek between his legs, his face really close to Stiles’ morning wood, giving it a kitten lick.
“Morning,” Derek declares, with a playful look on his face.
“Apparently,” Stiles blushes, but he can’t look away.
“Can I?” He asks, almost unsure.
And if he wasn’t already hard, Stiles’ dick would have jumped at that hungry voice coming out of such red lips so freaking close to a hard cock.
“Fuck, yes,” is all Stiles can muster. He props himself up on pillows so his head is lifted, and he can watch Derek scoot closer to kiss and lick.
Wrapping his hand around Stiles’ cock, he places open mouthed kisses all over, like he’s appreciating some rare art form.
“You have a really nice dick,” Derek says, looking at it, turning his head this and that way. Having his mouth on his dick didn’t but this definitely makes Stiles blush. “I’m a bit sad that I didn’t get to play with it first before I had it in me,” he muses, and Stiles groans and curses.
“Can you come from words alone?” He laughs awkwardly, when Derek looks at him. “Because I might if you keep up the worshiping.”
“Guess we have to see that later. For science,” Derek smirks and goes back to kissing Stiles’ cock.
After peppering it with kisses, he switches to licking it, with long swipes of his tongue, up and down. Stiles, being the college student he is, is not used to languid blowjobs that last more than 5 minutes and are done in dark corners, so he is having a hard time keeping his hands from just grabbing Derek’s head and pulling him down on his dick. So, he flexes his fingers a few times by his side and grabs the sheets to hold on.
Derek must see his frustration, though, because he puts his lips around the head and slowly, but without stopping, takes him as deep as he can. That is when Stiles needs to reach out for purchase, though, so he grabs a handful of Derek’s hair as he moves to pull up.
This jostles his head enough to accidentally scrape Derek’s teeth on the underside of Stiles’ dick who moans out loud with a deep “Fuck, yes, do that again.” Derek looks up at him, but Stiles’ eyes are closed, and his mouth is open as he is panting loudly.
So, Derek does it again, cautiously at first, just pushing his lower teeth against the underside of Stiles’ shaft but Stiles just groans, and his hands tighten in Derek’s hair. Confident that Stiles is actually enjoying this, Derek bobs up and down a few times before, out of nowhere, he pulls off to bite the side of Stiles’ cock hard.
Stiles lets out a garbled mess of noises and syllables as his head jacks up and the look he gives Derek is hungry and on fire. Derek goes back to sucking him off in earnest now, moving fast and sucking hard. Stiles is getting closer, his muscles tightening so Derek quickly pulls off, bites him one more time and takes him down his throat. Stiles holds his head as he fucks into his mouth once, twice and he’s coming down Derek’s throat with a loud “fuck”. Derek swallows everything and when he lets Stiles’ cock slip from his mouth, he just nuzzles in, face resting against Stiles’ hip.
Panting hard, trying to catch his breath, Stiles plays with Derek’s hair, and then he’s laughing.
“You know, for a long time I didn’t understand what the big deal about blowjobs was,” he explains and Derek just hums, so he continuous. “Like, the ones I got were fine, but nothing amazing. But guess what. I like it on the rough side, with biting and teeth. And I needed to go to a damn glory hole in a gay bar a few towns over to find it out! My friends dragged me there, no, they actually dared me, and I was kind of wasted but, you know, not that drunk that I couldn’t get it up. Anyway, the dude there was good, Jesus, like not as good as you, because hot damn. But anyway, I was so awkward I gave him a thumbs up through the hole and ---- Derek?”
Derek’s face is flushed now, way more than it was when he had Stiles down his throat. He has a sheepish smile on his lips as he thumps his head against Stiles’ stomach, which ouch.
“I…” Derek clears his throat. “I remember you,” he mumbles against Stiles’ skin and Stiles is just staring at him. Then he connects the dots.
And then he’s laughing, which makes Derek’s head rise and fall on his stomach, so he looks up, into Stiles’ tear-filled eyes as he’s laughing with his whole body.
“Professor Hale in a glory hole? I would have never seen that coming,” he wheezes as he’s gulping for air between hiccuping giggles.
“Shut up. I didn’t always cope with emotions in the healthiest ways. Cheap sex was one of them, you know that,” Derek says quietly, looking away, but Stiles can’t let this turn sour, so he reaches out to run his thumb along Derek’s cheekbones.
“Danny also said the glory hole guy haven’t been there for a while, the timing of which is suspiciously close to when we started seeing each other,” Stiles whispers and pulls Derek up for a kiss. “And that is all I need,” he confesses and looks Derek in the eyes. “I love you, Derek, as you are.”
There’s a moment’s silence as Derek’s mouth turns downward, his lips pouting, and Stiles can see his eyes filling up with tears as Derek launches himself at Stiles, hiding his face in his neck.
“I love you so much, Stiles. I was so afraid this could come between us and I didn’t know how to tell you this.”
“Well, I guess, this was one way for it to come out,” Stiles chuckles and kisses Derek. Their naked bodies curling around each other, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, they enjoy their lazy morning in.
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