Los Vaqueros Y El 141 En El Jaripeo

Simon always had one hand on Johnny, whether it was placed on his shoulder or a finger around the belt loop on his pants

To some, it might seem like the lieutenant was in charge, holding a dog on a lease

When the real reason was, Simon was very touch-starved, and it was his way of clinging to Johnny

Simon was the clingy puppy in the relationship

▪︎𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 “𝙎𝙤𝙖𝙥” 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙝 | 𝙏𝙁 𝟭𝟰𝟭– 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙚 ▪︎

The deadly combo💀🧼

Ghost: disrespect abounds here

smaller!reader

thinking about how the more time you spend with john (price), the more you notice he's so much like a damn bear.

during winters, the time on leave he gets for christmas is predominantly spent snoring with you tucked under his arm. if you even attempt to get up, price'll groan and whine about how you can sleep in just a few spare minutes with him. once he's finally up and out of the tangle of blankets and sheets, he'll pester you about taking a nap on the living room couch with him.

or how he uses the door frames around the house to sate his constant need to itch his back. pressing the between of his shoulders to the trim, letting out little grunts that sound suspiciously close to a bears huffy growls as he rubs back and forth against the wood.

the man is also a brute. broad shoulders that roll like the hills of moors; a chest that flexes and softens with nearly every breath. when you press your hand to him, your nearly stunned that you two are the same species solely based on how he's built.

but most of all, his forests of hair on nearly every expanse of flesh. the downy fur that adorns his chest, or the dark blankets that wrap around his forearms like armored cuffs.

it's part of his charm, you suppose.

wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

Something something Gaz as a soccer scholarship student in his third year at the university you work at. He’s the model student athlete; excelling both on and off the field. He’s already in a frat, accepted by the brothers and happily indulging in the American hedonism that is Greek life. 

He’s undecided in his major, just kind of flitting around until he has enough credits to graduate. He knows he’s smart so he’s on the Dean's List he’s just… bored. 

He was passing by one of the large message boards in the frat house when he sees a flyer for your class. Some foofy English elective focusing on 18th and 19th century British and Irish literature. The descriptions touts a deep dive into some of the most popular novels. He doesn’t pay much attention to the flyer or class again until his advisor tells him he’s a credit short for an English major and he decides that since he’s in for a penny, he’s in for a pound, and adds your class to his schedule. 

When the semester starts up he’s expecting a little old woman to hobble in with skirts trailing down to the floor and gray hair that isn’t much shorter. So imagine his surprise when you walk in; closer to his age than not and fresh out of a PhD program with a beaming smile. You dive into the syllabus with such gusto that it’s impossible for him to not be excited about the course material. 

He also happens to note that he’s the only male in the class- the rest of the chairs taken up by girls that have had English decided as their major since before they were admitted to the school. So it only makes sense that your eye catches him the most, naturally drawn to the confident sprawl he sets himself into when he’s sitting in your seminar.

Gaz enjoys the way you flitter around the room and talk about each book as if the entire meaning to life was filtered away into it’s pages. Suddenly Frakenstein and Pride and Prejudice have new meaning, and he’s flying through Dorian Grey as he sits in the frat house common room with the noise of football playing in the background. He keeps a book with him so during practice he can continue to read, much to his coach’s displeasure. 

He completes all his work on time and is a model student, even going so far as to help the others in class if needed. You see this all from your table in the front, and he sees you seeing him. 

It’s all calculated really; he makes sure to you can see him as he offers his assistance or when he raises his hand to express a point in a simpler way. You’re impressed, and tell him so one day when it’s only the two of you left in the room. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says back to you, brown eyes sparkling. You swore you could see some color dust high on his cheeks. 

So, it came as a surprise when he asked you to cubby away some office hours for him regarding an essay he was having issues with. You had thought that of all your students, Kyle would be the last one to need help. But you agree, and let him know you made time for him on your late day so he could come straight from training. 

He’s military precision punctual and shows up to your office that night covered in a sheen of sweat. You make some comment about letting him know a shower was an important enough reason to be late and he just smiles, eyes crinkling. 

It’s anyone’s guess how you ended up having his tongue halfway down your throat with the door barely shut behind him. 

Well, you could have guessed but it still felt taboo. Sure he was 21 but still, you were in a position of power over him as his professor. And you tell him such as he grips your face in a bruising kiss. He just laughs, moving to grab your legs and plop you down so you’re sitting on your desk with your legs spread wide and open for him. He lets you whine about decency and rules until he’s had enough, and then promptly sticks his face between your legs to shut you up. 

He leaves later that night, wiping his damp face with his already sweat soaked shirt while you hastily readjust the sweater dress you had been wearing. As you round the desk to get your purse you notice that your panties that he had taken off, with his teeth no less, were missing from their hasty hiding place. Heaving a sigh, you fall into your office chair and contemplate a transfer. 

Halfway back to his room, Gaz fiddles with the stolen panties in his pocket, thinking about applying for that summer English internship he saw advertised in your office.

GAZ NEEDS MORE LOVIN EXPRESS NOW CALLING FOR BOARDING!!

Ghost solved the problem, everyone.

Dick: I just think, maybe, you're wrong.

Duke: Wow Richard, invalidating a young black man during Black History Month!

Dick, confused: Its April

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Tim takes the last two cookies for him and Bernard.

Duke, who already had one but wanted one for school: Woooow Timothy, taking from a young black man during Black History Month!!

Tim: Its September!!

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Jason accidently hits Duke a little too hard during a sparing match

Duke, who is completely fine the next second but is in that mood: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW—

Jason: Its fucking November and you're fine!!

Duke, ready to double down: WOW JASON PETER TODD, BEATING DOWN AND THEN INVALIDATING THE EXPERIANCE OF A YOUNG BLACK MAN DURING BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!

Filipino artist, Gregory Halili, carves intricate skulls into mother of pearl shells.