((So I thought: "I feel like escritura something dirty.. nothing too explict.. but just a little romantic teasing shit... And it not be about a certain two people.." And that's what I do when I have a stomache-ache... Come up with short shitty drabbles...
I also gave no specific nIames for the pair.. because I want tu to put who you'd like in the the male and female positions. I tried to make it so no gender was specified, so tu could put literally anything like.. a door and one of your OC's, but it was getting hard.. plus this crap is my only output when I listen to: Breath of Life por Florence and The Machine..... anyway~
Viola!!))
((If tu are offeneded, disqusted, o are uncomfortable with this article, don't read it.. but.. if it bugs tu /that/ much.. I'll remove it for the sake of the club, otherwise enjoy.))
Knock. Knock.
"Can I come in!?" A muffled voice called from behind a door. Slowly a male, who had orginally taken a spot-sleeping- on the uncomfortable, spring-filled sofa, stood; grumbling as he touched the knob of the wooden barrier, turning it and opening the entryway. To his surprise a girl stood before him, and the concern that filled his peircing orbs was masked with annoyance.
"What're tu doing out so late..?" He hissed as he ignored the lingering pregunta that had first escaped the flawless figure before him.
Slowly an expression formed on her delicate face, causing her forehead and nose to wrinkle, and her brows to draw in as her, plump, lips curved into a frown. Aggitated.
She was aggitated. Aggitated with his hollow, lifeless question, as if he didn't want to see her. But, she thought inwardly, I'd be pissed, too, if someone came to my door at three in the morning.
"Huh..Oh well I-"
"It's raining, tu do realize that, right?" He grumbled, cutting her off, his hard eyes looking above her, más than he already did, due to his height advantage; often actuación as if he didn't see, nor hear, her if she talked to him.
Soft drops of clear water drifted from the sky, each tear reflecting the bright, shadowed, white light of the moon. The droplets spalshed against her hair in quiet 'pops', causing the locks to appear as if shimmering estrella dust settled on them. And right there it dawned on her: The whole walk, all ten blocks, to his house, she had been traveling in bone cutting, cold, rain. No wonder she was shivering, how did she not notice earlier, why didn't she bring something a little más comforting to help keep her warm.
"Well, no I didn-" She started.
"Come on, get inside, tu might freeze.." He cut down her sentence, again, as his eyes returned to her, while he wrapped an arm around her waist, and let his hand rest in the small of her back; quickly pulling her into the comfort of his house.
The blush that spread through her face was, all too, obvious,"Than-"
"Sit."
Again? Really? It seemed almost purposful now, but she complied, sitting. Her shivering knees met as she rubbed her arms, desperate to warm up. She heard him disappear down a distant hallway, exhaling softly. The way his hand felt on her back still coursed through her, but she swiftly pushed all the fantasies away as he returned, plopping a overly-large T-shirt in her lap and a towel. "Go shower." His voice was crisp, and pointed as he commanded her.
"Excuse me...?"
"You smell, like dirty rain water..and I don't want that scent, nagging at me from every peice of furniture tu touch."
"I do not smell like dirty rain water!"
The boys lips came dangerously close to her neck, for less than a moment, then moved up lingering on her inner ear, his breath dancing upon every part of skin that was victimized por it. "You definently do, not, smell like lillies and roses, so I advise tu ducha, ducha de before that awful smell soaks into you, and I have to deal with it everytime you're around." Briskly, he pulled back, a challenging smirk upon his lips, daring her, tempting her to do something, anything other than to listen to him. But she stood, and flicked him, abrubtly grabbing the camisa, camiseta and heading to the ducha, ducha de down the hall, his laughter echoing off the, near, enclosed walls.
~
He couldn't help it, he had to get rid of her. Of her face, eyes, mouth, smile, hair; body. He had to get her rid of thaclothing. Oh that clothing. It hugged her body, almost perfectly, squeezing at parts an- He couldn't think about it. The más she sat there, her wet, shivering form, in that damned clothing, the más it only fired him up. It was the reason he had to come up with some excuse, to be such a dull, forward, idiot, force her to shower, to leave him, and change out of that clothing. And if he actually would've had a conversation, that, would have been deadly. That fucking voice she was blessed with? What the hell! It was like a siren's song to a sailor... and he was so willing to be that salior.
Right, conversing like they usually do, on this night, in this paticular weather, would have been deadly. Even if they did act intment every once in awhile, it had never spawned an equal feeling to the one that pulsing through him at this moment. He raked his mind, thinking of dead puppies, anything.. to help calm himself... only to have a brick of realization slam into him.
Underwear.
Then and there a plan turned over in his mind.. An evil plan.
Oh.. he was going to get back at her.
~
Quietly, the girl opened the door, the T-shirt she now wore came to the mid of her thigh as her hand caressed a pile of clothing. She paced her steps, not wanting to slip for, well, multiple reasons. She noticed, after getting out of the warm shower, she was missing certain key items, she didn't know if it was on purpose, but she was almost glad. Glad to know he didn't keep women's undergarments in his drawer. The other was, if she tripped, she would just look stupid, no one wants that.
As she walked into the living room she searched but, to no avail, could not find the certain person she was desperatly looking for. Quickly, she turned to trail back to the bathroom, only to slam into something tender, yet muscular.
She looked up, and vibrant eyes fell on her, half-lidded. "Oh, I.. didn't see y-" her words stopped mid-sentence as rough fingers tipped her chin upwards and lips fell upon her's. Taken por surprise, she half screamed, trying scramble away from her predator; but a gentle hand found itself in her hair as the other drifted back to the small of her back, pressings her closer. The action caused a hot wave to erupt from deep within her and ebb through her body, at a painstaking pace.She shifted to her toes, to gain some leverage, pushing into the kiss; only to be greeting with an eager tounge skimming her bottom lip and pry into her mouth.
Her enforcer moved his hand from her hair to her leg, rubbing the inner part of her thigh, before lifting it and forcing her against the wall; breaking away from the kiss to trek hot kisses down her jaw-line. He was rewarded with a pitiful moan that mad his corazón race, causing his aggression to spike. Roughly, but lovingly, grinding against her, he pulled her arms from the huge, shirt, sleeves giving him más room to expolore.
Hotly, he paved a pathway from her neck, across her collarbone; to her shoulder with his tongue. The girl in front of him squirmed and he grunted, returning to her full lips, giving her a fiery kiss, before breaking away and letting her back on her feet.
She shifted; gaining her balance and looking at him. "What.. was.. that..?"
"Payback..." He pinned her arms back against the drywall.
"F-for!?"
"Waking me up.." He leaned in and kissed her softly before retiring to the couch.
"Wai-What!"
"You can sleep in my bed... now that tu don't smell like dirty rain water.."
~
((Mmm.. told you.. it wasn't that bad, just enough in my opinion.. Hope tu enjoyed...))
I also gave no specific nIames for the pair.. because I want tu to put who you'd like in the the male and female positions. I tried to make it so no gender was specified, so tu could put literally anything like.. a door and one of your OC's, but it was getting hard.. plus this crap is my only output when I listen to: Breath of Life por Florence and The Machine..... anyway~
Viola!!))
((If tu are offeneded, disqusted, o are uncomfortable with this article, don't read it.. but.. if it bugs tu /that/ much.. I'll remove it for the sake of the club, otherwise enjoy.))
Knock. Knock.
"Can I come in!?" A muffled voice called from behind a door. Slowly a male, who had orginally taken a spot-sleeping- on the uncomfortable, spring-filled sofa, stood; grumbling as he touched the knob of the wooden barrier, turning it and opening the entryway. To his surprise a girl stood before him, and the concern that filled his peircing orbs was masked with annoyance.
"What're tu doing out so late..?" He hissed as he ignored the lingering pregunta that had first escaped the flawless figure before him.
Slowly an expression formed on her delicate face, causing her forehead and nose to wrinkle, and her brows to draw in as her, plump, lips curved into a frown. Aggitated.
She was aggitated. Aggitated with his hollow, lifeless question, as if he didn't want to see her. But, she thought inwardly, I'd be pissed, too, if someone came to my door at three in the morning.
"Huh..Oh well I-"
"It's raining, tu do realize that, right?" He grumbled, cutting her off, his hard eyes looking above her, más than he already did, due to his height advantage; often actuación as if he didn't see, nor hear, her if she talked to him.
Soft drops of clear water drifted from the sky, each tear reflecting the bright, shadowed, white light of the moon. The droplets spalshed against her hair in quiet 'pops', causing the locks to appear as if shimmering estrella dust settled on them. And right there it dawned on her: The whole walk, all ten blocks, to his house, she had been traveling in bone cutting, cold, rain. No wonder she was shivering, how did she not notice earlier, why didn't she bring something a little más comforting to help keep her warm.
"Well, no I didn-" She started.
"Come on, get inside, tu might freeze.." He cut down her sentence, again, as his eyes returned to her, while he wrapped an arm around her waist, and let his hand rest in the small of her back; quickly pulling her into the comfort of his house.
The blush that spread through her face was, all too, obvious,"Than-"
"Sit."
Again? Really? It seemed almost purposful now, but she complied, sitting. Her shivering knees met as she rubbed her arms, desperate to warm up. She heard him disappear down a distant hallway, exhaling softly. The way his hand felt on her back still coursed through her, but she swiftly pushed all the fantasies away as he returned, plopping a overly-large T-shirt in her lap and a towel. "Go shower." His voice was crisp, and pointed as he commanded her.
"Excuse me...?"
"You smell, like dirty rain water..and I don't want that scent, nagging at me from every peice of furniture tu touch."
"I do not smell like dirty rain water!"
The boys lips came dangerously close to her neck, for less than a moment, then moved up lingering on her inner ear, his breath dancing upon every part of skin that was victimized por it. "You definently do, not, smell like lillies and roses, so I advise tu ducha, ducha de before that awful smell soaks into you, and I have to deal with it everytime you're around." Briskly, he pulled back, a challenging smirk upon his lips, daring her, tempting her to do something, anything other than to listen to him. But she stood, and flicked him, abrubtly grabbing the camisa, camiseta and heading to the ducha, ducha de down the hall, his laughter echoing off the, near, enclosed walls.
~
He couldn't help it, he had to get rid of her. Of her face, eyes, mouth, smile, hair; body. He had to get her rid of thaclothing. Oh that clothing. It hugged her body, almost perfectly, squeezing at parts an- He couldn't think about it. The más she sat there, her wet, shivering form, in that damned clothing, the más it only fired him up. It was the reason he had to come up with some excuse, to be such a dull, forward, idiot, force her to shower, to leave him, and change out of that clothing. And if he actually would've had a conversation, that, would have been deadly. That fucking voice she was blessed with? What the hell! It was like a siren's song to a sailor... and he was so willing to be that salior.
Right, conversing like they usually do, on this night, in this paticular weather, would have been deadly. Even if they did act intment every once in awhile, it had never spawned an equal feeling to the one that pulsing through him at this moment. He raked his mind, thinking of dead puppies, anything.. to help calm himself... only to have a brick of realization slam into him.
Underwear.
Then and there a plan turned over in his mind.. An evil plan.
Oh.. he was going to get back at her.
~
Quietly, the girl opened the door, the T-shirt she now wore came to the mid of her thigh as her hand caressed a pile of clothing. She paced her steps, not wanting to slip for, well, multiple reasons. She noticed, after getting out of the warm shower, she was missing certain key items, she didn't know if it was on purpose, but she was almost glad. Glad to know he didn't keep women's undergarments in his drawer. The other was, if she tripped, she would just look stupid, no one wants that.
As she walked into the living room she searched but, to no avail, could not find the certain person she was desperatly looking for. Quickly, she turned to trail back to the bathroom, only to slam into something tender, yet muscular.
She looked up, and vibrant eyes fell on her, half-lidded. "Oh, I.. didn't see y-" her words stopped mid-sentence as rough fingers tipped her chin upwards and lips fell upon her's. Taken por surprise, she half screamed, trying scramble away from her predator; but a gentle hand found itself in her hair as the other drifted back to the small of her back, pressings her closer. The action caused a hot wave to erupt from deep within her and ebb through her body, at a painstaking pace.She shifted to her toes, to gain some leverage, pushing into the kiss; only to be greeting with an eager tounge skimming her bottom lip and pry into her mouth.
Her enforcer moved his hand from her hair to her leg, rubbing the inner part of her thigh, before lifting it and forcing her against the wall; breaking away from the kiss to trek hot kisses down her jaw-line. He was rewarded with a pitiful moan that mad his corazón race, causing his aggression to spike. Roughly, but lovingly, grinding against her, he pulled her arms from the huge, shirt, sleeves giving him más room to expolore.
Hotly, he paved a pathway from her neck, across her collarbone; to her shoulder with his tongue. The girl in front of him squirmed and he grunted, returning to her full lips, giving her a fiery kiss, before breaking away and letting her back on her feet.
She shifted; gaining her balance and looking at him. "What.. was.. that..?"
"Payback..." He pinned her arms back against the drywall.
"F-for!?"
"Waking me up.." He leaned in and kissed her softly before retiring to the couch.
"Wai-What!"
"You can sleep in my bed... now that tu don't smell like dirty rain water.."
~
((Mmm.. told you.. it wasn't that bad, just enough in my opinion.. Hope tu enjoyed...))
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven año old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven año old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
'Stume
Ryan
Jenna
Trey
Daily Episode
día Thirty-Six:
Static Shock Episode Seventeen: "Static Shaq"
Link: link
Summary:
Static is hunted out por the Ruff Pack, who nearly discover his secret identity. This episode guest-stars Shaquille O'Neal as himself.
Static Shock has a lot of famous African Americans guest estrella on the show, with Lil Romeo even doing the themesong for seasons 3 and 4. But for a monster introduction, tu had to bring in a monster of a guy. So, Ladies & Gentlemen: Shaquille O' Neille!!!
(SOOOOOOO SORRY IM LATE!!!!!)
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día Thirty-Six:
Static Shock Episode Seventeen: "Static Shaq"
Link: link
Summary:
Static is hunted out por the Ruff Pack, who nearly discover his secret identity. This episode guest-stars Shaquille O'Neal as himself.
Static Shock has a lot of famous African Americans guest estrella on the show, with Lil Romeo even doing the themesong for seasons 3 and 4. But for a monster introduction, tu had to bring in a monster of a guy. So, Ladies & Gentlemen: Shaquille O' Neille!!!
(SOOOOOOO SORRY IM LATE!!!!!)
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
