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sugarypinecones · 5 months

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coriolanus snow is a possessive mofo and i’d love nothing more than to be marked up to all hell by him and walk into the academy with everyone having a clear idea of who I belong too

the very first night - young!coriolanus snow x reader smut

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ i drive down different roads, but they all lead back to you.. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: smut (but not anything too serious), f!receiving oral, snow fingers reader, possessive snow, fluff, probs missing some jus lmk

a/n: DO NOT BE AFRAID TO SEND ME PROMPTS I NEED PROMPTS RAHHHHH (grasping at straws) also sorry if this isnt what u imagined it as or dont like it, it is not my proudest work tbh

tags: @czarinera @long-live-the-cats @edb954 @sarahskywalker-amidala

Snow was a nice guy. At least, that’s what he wanted to people to think, so that’s who he tried to be. He never got into serious trouble, and he certainly would never do something to jeopardize whatever it was he had with you.

For the past few months, you two have been finding yourself sneaking into eachother’s beds, finding comfort in eachother throughout each of your own hard days. Snow never would’ve thought someone like you would’ve dated him, seeing as there are richer boys, people who could certainly give you a life you’ve always dreamed of and obviously deserved.

He knew you two weren’t exclusive, and he knew he couldn’t get so upset whenever he saw you talking to another guy, one who relatively served no threat, even though there’s nothing to be threatened - aside from his extremely complicated relationship with you.

His gaze falls to you and a boy across the room, the soft smile you’d always give him in the halls adorning your face as you push his shoulder, Snow’s eyebrows knitting together as he is now staring at you two, no secret about it.

You hugged the boy, Snow rolling his eyes and diverting his gaze, scared if he looked for too long he’d do something he regrets. The sound of your heels clicking across the floor make him look back, you turning down the hall, likely to go back to your house seeing as the work for the day was done and there was nothing left to do, aside from sit around and talk, which is normally what happened, but you left early today. He quickly stood up, rushing down the hall as quickly as he could without raising any suspicion, seeing as you both agreed this would stay between you.

However, everyone knew what you two were doing. Nobody ever mentioned anything, just smirked to eachother or laughed when you two return five minutes apart as if someone wouldn’t catch on sooner or later.

He finds himself following you down the short path to your house, in which you turn around hearing the extra step of footsteps, furring your brows as your eyes catch his. “Coryo?” You whisper, looking around to be sure nobody saw you. “Y/N,” He breathlessly whispers, walking closer as he grabs you by the waist, needy and quickly.

You laugh softly, looking into his eyes as he kissed you, closing your eyes as he pushes you towards your house, unable to wait any longer, “Who was he?” He whispered as he pulled apart, you opening your eyes wide as he studied your face. “Just a friend, Cor-” You were cut off by another kiss, dropping down to your neck quickly as you shut the door, reaching for the lock but unable to as he pushed you against the wall, leaving sloppy and messy kisses across your neck.

“So what am I, then?” He looked up at you, and you look down as you swallow dryly, unsure of what to say. “Uh..” You trail off, another kiss placed to your neck as you close your eyes. “What do you want to be?” You ask, Snow lifting himself to your height, “Yours.” He was serious as he stares at you, shock adorning your features. “Unless that’s too..” He was cut off by a kiss, followed by a soft smile. “You’re mine,” You clarify, Snow’s face looking everywhere on yours as if he was imagining the entire encounter.

He kissed you again, bringing his kisses in a soft trail down to your neck once again, you whining softly as you close your legs, Snow’s free hand gliding to your legs, easily prying them open with his fingers as he rubbed his hand against your clothed clit, you moaning as he kisses your collarbone now, looking up as you struggle to keep yourself upright as he continued to move his hand back and forth, grabbing at the material of your pants to pull it down every once and a while when he had a good opportunity to.

“Coryo,” You whine as he raised his lips from your collarbone, glancing at you as soft purple marks are forming slowly yet noticeably across your neck, and although he may have stopped kissing you, he surely hasn’t stopped the motion between your legs as you close your eyes shut, pointing to the couch as he smirked softly, bringing you into a kiss as he guided himself with the hand that wasn’t occupied with pleasuring you.

He laid you down on the couch, your back propped up against the couch cushions as he finally worked your pants and panties down, immediately taking the opportunity to stick his fingers in and out of your cunt, the slick noises mixing with your moans as he brung his kisses back down to your chest, feeling smirking against your skin as you raise your head up, gasping out as you’re legs subconsciously close as you’re approaching your high.

Within seconds, you’re seeing stars as he’s still pumping his fingers in and out of you, leaving a trail of soft and messy, needy kisses down to your skirt, which he lifts up to cover your stomach as he licked stripes up and down your pussy, prying your thighs open with his hands, leaving the knuckles of his hands white and the skin he’s pressing against red as he ate you out like a starved man.

The next morning, you woke up groggily as Snow rushed around your living room, straightening his hair out as he seemingly looked for a brush, you sitting up with confusion. “Oh, good, you’re up. I went to go clean you up.. and.. you kinda fell asleep,” He explained as he finally found a brush, tugging it through his hair as your eyebrows knit together again, looking to your clock, thirty minutes until the doors to the academy opened and you were expected to be in your seat.

You quickly find your pants, pulling them up your body as you slide back into your shoes, snatching the brush from his hands as you walk over to the bathroom, Snow rolling his eyes as he headed out the door, about to make sure nobody saw him, almost instinctively before he realized he didn’t have to anymore.

As you rush through the door of school, almost late as you practically slide into your seat, your table-mate raises an eyebrow as you breathlessly slide your head onto the table. “You had fun last night, didn’t you?” She teased, a few others laughing to themselves as they look at Snow, who closed his eyes slightly embarrassed as Sejanus pushes at his shoulder, laughing as you both look at eachother for a split second before looking away.

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serenecypher · 1 month

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Bangtan Host Club Chapter Three

Genre: BTS Ot7xf!Reader, Poly!AU, Fluff, Romance, Crack-ish, Eventual Smut.

W/C: 2592

Summary: Tired of your boring mundane life? Become an exclusive member of The Bangtan Host Club™ today and let 7 charming men help you out.

Warnings: This chapter is rated PG13, but future chapters may include Mature Themes. The reader goes through the five stages of grief. 😔

Disclaimer: Please do not copy/translate or cross-post my work. The tag list is open. Just DM or send an ask to be included.

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the long wait. Thank you guys so much for being patient. 💕 This chapter isn't edited very much, so I am sorry for any dumb mistakes. Please do send my any feedback! 👉🏻👈🏻

Also, now that we have met everyone, here is the cast:

Kim Namjoon as “Takashi Morinozuka”

Kim Seokjin as “Tamaki Suoh”

Min Yoongi as "Umehito Nekozawa"

Jung Hoseok as "Mitsukuni Haninozuka”

Park Jimin as “Kyoya Ootori”

Kim Taehyung as “Kaoru Hitachiin”

Jung Jungkook as "Hikaru Hitachiin”

Congrats to everyone who guessed the right picks lmaooo! I had so much fun writing Chapter 3, I hope you enjoy it. See you sooooon! <3

Chapter 2 << Chapter 3 >>

You can count the number of times you have felt such unbridled mortification on one hand. One was when you were playing the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz showcase during your elementary school talent show and, just as you got on the stage, could not for the life of you stop the unrelenting hiccups out of performance anxiety. Or, that one time in middle school, when you spilled all of your half-digested breakfast on the shoes of that one senior guy you had a crush on because you had a bad stomach flu.

This, you internally scream at yourself, is probably the most dread you have felt in all your adult years.

The receipt you can not avert your eyes from shakes between the tips of your index finger and thumb. Is it your hand that is shaking? You really can’t tell. Something bitter twists in your chest that makes you repeat as you squint your eyes at Hoseok. “What the fuck?!”

He looks at you stunned, but definitely not unprepared. He sighs deeply as he tries to console you, “I am here to help you with any concerns you might have.”

You snap your head to look at the rest of the people in the Cafe- Club- whatever this place is. There are various degrees of horrified looks on the faces of the other- are they supposed to be patrons or customers or-? God this is so confusing. You let out the longest sigh and your other hand, the one without that malignant piece of paper, rubs across your face.

“There is no way in hell I am paying this.” you declare, looking right back at Hoseok. Just minutes ago you would have never thought of him as someone you’d have talked to in this agitated manner but also minutes ago, he wasn’t a person who claimed you owed his establishment all your family assets and then some.

There is a loud scraping of a chair behind you and before you can turn to see who it is, Seokjin’s gentle voice is carrying through the room. “I am deeply apologetic to our guests tonight but due to unforeseen circumstances, the club will reschedule your time with the hosts at a later date. Kindly grant us an excuse this once.”

There are murmurs and hushed whispers behind you. The obnoxious sound of various people shuffling footsteps toward the exit amidst the awkward silence that had followed your outburst is acting as the fuel to the simmering rage in your chest. You feel more than see the icy glares people direct at you for ruining what was probably supposed to be a night of entertainment and good company for them. The thought makes you shudder as embarrassment crawls up your spine. You fix your gaze on your tapping shoe against the plush carpet and cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Now,” Seokjin continues once it is only you and the other hosts remaining, “What might be the issue, beautiful?”

You inhale deeply before you turn to him, expecting him to look irritated by you. Instead, his eyes are full of mirth as he lifts an amused eyebrow at you. His hands rest on the table in front of him, palms down as he leans his tall frame forward. It irks you.

“I said I am not paying that ridiculous amount for a coffee I did not even finish. You can not make me.”

Seokjin’s lips form a small o shape as he pretends to sincerely consider your words. “It is not the coffee you are paying for though, darling. That is complimentary.” He says it like it is obvious. You feel a familiar twitch in your temple. “You are paying for the additional services you have utilized this evening.”

You can feel yourself seething but for the sake of not becoming liable to any property damage, you reign your fury. “I will do no such thing. I had no idea what kind of an establishment this is.”

“We keep that in mind.” Taehyung intervenes, his dark brown eyes sparkling at you intently. “Besides the several, and might I remind you, very prominently displayed boards with our club trademark, the first visits to the guests are usually not chargeable, a free trial if you will.”

“You, however, took four of us with you, to your apartment no less, and Namjoon Hyung even did locksmithing for you.” Jungkook adds from where he is standing next to Taehyung. He smirks at you, and it takes everything in you from banging your fist on the nearest table.

“He offered!” You argue, wincing at the sound of your voice.

“He is supposed to. Accepting is completely beholden to you.” Seokjin adds with a tilt of his head to the left that you can only assume to be satirizing. “The club hosts offer services to the guests and if they choose to accept them, they are liable to the charges.” he says, shrugging those ridiculously broad shoulders of his nonchalantly.

You scoff at this, your glare now directed at Namjoon, who to his credit looks like a big puppy that has been reprimanded by his owner for bringing the newspaper in the mornings, only slightly covered in drool.

Your shoulders slump in defeat. They are not wrong, you think. When you enter a place that offers you any kind of service, and you make use of said service, you are, as a consumer obliged to pay the fee for that service. “I can not pay that amount. I do not have that kind of money.” At this, the room falls into silence. God, these hosts must earn so much that the concept of living paycheque to paycheque must be alienating to them.

After what seemed like an eternity, when it was probably only six minutes tops, Jimin who had been sitting on his chair quite comfortably so far takes an exaggerated inhale before intoning, “Well, we might be able to offer you something to help with that.”

You look at him sheepishly and he continues, “If you can not pay us in terms of funds, pay us in service.”

What the hell is that even supposed to mean? Is this like some sort of hidden camera prank? Are Pauly and Vinny about to come burst down the doors as a cameraman pushes his gigantic camcorder in your face yelling “You just got MTV pranked!”

Your bewildered expression must have been too obvious because Jimin adds “I am serious. Work for us.”

Now you are even more confused. Work for them? As an employee? You can not be a host. You have a day job. A job that feels like going through the depths of hell every day, but a job nonetheless. Your tongue twists in your mouth as you try to swallow saliva down your dry throat. “What does that mean?”

“You said you worked at LinkSol, right? By Hwan Sana?” Jimin asks and it's as if he just talked about Voldemort judging by the dramatic gasp from Seokjin’s lips and his hand on his chest, clutching pearls. “You should come work for us, as our manager. Trust me, you’d be doing yourself a favor too.”

“That’s your solution? Servitude compulsory labor?” you resign. “Do you think we are in the 17th century?” Change is not a friend to you. Yes, your job is torture but you’ve grown accustomed to the routine. This is asking a lot of you.

“Why, you got something better?” he counters. “We can not waive off your fee, you can not pay it to us. We have an open position and you are at a shitty job. The way I see it, there are no losing parties.”

“You will get to work stable hours that are open to negotiation. We will pay you a salary, also negotiable, from which we will deduct a monthly interest that will serve as your payment.” Jimin pulls out his phone and taps away for a few seconds before humming to himself and adding, “It will take you about 18 months to pay off everything and then you are free to discuss the position as you wish.”

18 months? That does not seem like enough time to pay off everything, does it? Exactly how much are they planning to give you as a salary? Before you can ask, you bite your tongue, wise words from your mother at your college graduation dinner resounding in your head, “Never let an employer know you were expecting less payment for your hard work than what they offered you. They must recognize some worth in you that you may be oblivious to.”

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to paint the most corporate expression on your face as you return a single nod toward Jimin. “That seems reasonable, but I would like to discuss everything from the profile and my responsibilities openly before deciding.” Jimin presses his thick lips in a flat line, nodding his agreement.

“Of course, take your time. We can set up a formal meeting anytime you want this week,” he informs.

“And,” you interrupt, suddenly remembering how you got yourself in this position in the first place, “I want it all in writing. No more errors in intentions.”

There is a cough from behind you by Yoongi which sounds suspiciously like a chocked back chuckle. Jimin too bites the inside of his cheek, eyelashes fluttering as he nods again. “We will make sure.”

“Now that all that is over can we please just have something to eat Hobi Hyung? I am starving here.” Jungkook sighs dramatically. “And you, come sit with us, we are not working anymore and I know you are exhausted so you might as well eat now.”

You eye him suspiciously. The other boys all walk up to his table as Namjoon and Hoseok go back toward the kitchen. Even though you trudge over to his table, you can’t help but snark at him, “Would this not be added to my debt to you?”

“Fiesty.” he grins and pulls out a chair for you. “And no. Like I said, we are off work so consider this just a dinner with your future colleagues.”

You hum dejectedly as you sit at the table with your arms still crossed over your chest. This evening has been a year’s worth of events for you and you seriously can not keep your head up anymore. So you lay your head on the soft white satin tablecloth and groan mutely to yourself.

“It won’t be that bad working here, pretty girl. You’ll see.” Taehyung says softly from where he sits beside you. You raise your head at him, without straightening your back completely, and are surprised to find him looking at you with no more amusement, just what seems like empathy. Your heart betrays you by fluttering. Why do all of them have to be so attractive? It would be so easy to hate them right now if that wasn’t going on. Life is so unfair.

Seokjin’s hand rests on your shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. “You are so knackered. What were they making you do at LinkSol?”

It is a rhetorical question, you know that, but you’d just love to dump all of your exhausting work stories on someone if only you had the energy to do that. So you just whine noncommittally and put a pin on telling those stories some other day. After all, they are going to be your “colleagues” as they said. Seokjin takes your palm in his and gently starts to massage your hand. His large hand engulfs yours as his thumbs press into the center of your palm. You give him a confused stare.

“What?” he questions softly.

“What are you doing?” you ask, pointing your nose down to where he is still caressing your hand.

“What does it look like I am doing? I am helping you.” he says it like it is the most obvious thing you could have asked him.

“Don’t think so deeply about it, sweetheart,” Jungkook says as he grins softly at you, “Hyung has a habit of doing things like that. Just let it be, he means no harm.”

“Yeah, but he is annoying as hell.” Taehyung chips in.

This makes a scowl appear on Seokjin’s face. “I taught you better than that, you shameless brat.”

“You didn’t teach me shit.” Taehyung gruffs, although he does seem to quiet down after that.

Jimins rolls his eyes at the both of them and diverts his attention back on you. “I have a better question. I get it about Jin Hyung, he gives off that vibe,” which you think is a slight hidden in the guise of a statement towards Seokjin, “but you didn’t think that we were acting… unusually, around you?”

To be honest, yes. It was definitely strange how these incredibly attractive men were the embodiment of cats with a ball of yarn with you, but that is the point. You were so distracted by the way they looked and how they were very obviously flirting with you that you never even questioned why. You weren’t going to tell them that though. How flustering that idea is, makes a sheen of sweat break out on your hairline. “N-no. I didn’t think of it as anything out of the ordinary.”

It seems like you picked the wrong choice because an impish grin curves along Jimin’s lips as his eyes linger on yours. “So it is a normal occurrence for you. People just flirt with you wherever you go?”

When he puts it like that, it makes your cheeks burn. It is further compounded by Taehyung who admonishes Jimin, “C’mon, Hyung! Stop teasing the poor girl.” He gives you a smirk and a dramatic once-over, before adding “I mean look at her. I wouldn’t dream otherwise”

The way his gaze is suddenly heated makes you choke on your own spit a little. Your heart stutters in your ribcage. Even Yoongi who has been decidedly quiet this entire time leans forward on the table from across you. “Cute.” he mutters, his sharp eyes boring straight into you.

Jimin sighs a deep breath. He plays with the button on the cuff of his shirt as he looks down at the table, “I am not questioning it. I just don’t think I like the idea too much.”

What was that about being “off work”? Aren’t they supposed to not be this charming anymore? Then why are they so intent on making you feel so bashful?! Before you can put too much thought into the matter, the doors to the kitchen open, and Namjoon and Hoseok carry with them two large trays full of food and coffee. As soon as the trays are placed on the table, Hoseok wraps his arms around you, pressing his chest to the back of your chair.

“I am sorry that this is how things turned out, angel.” he whines and Namjoon gives you a small smile as he takes a seat beside Seokjin, “Look on the bright side though. Now we can share all the sweets we want and play together.” he giggles. You smile gratefully at his optimism.

Maybe it won’t be that bad, you think as Jungkook passes you a plate of sandwiches. They seem like nice people, they are allegedly paying you a much better salary than you get at your job, and if nothing else, at least they are a nicer view instead of the drab walls of your office.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 3

Tag list cap is 20.

Also guys, this part is going to hurt. A lot. I’m sorry.

Part 1 Part 2

“You come to a clearing,” Eddie said. “It’s small mostly surrounded by trees. To your right you can see the beginnings of a mountain path. Everybody make a listen check.”

Everyone but Steve rolled low to mid-range. He rolled a natural twenty. Eddie tore off a piece of paper and jotted down a note. He handed it to Steve. He lets him take time to read the note.

“So what are you going to do, Steve?” Eddie asked after a moment.

“Can I tell how many there are?” Steve replied.

“Roll for a knowledge forestry check,” Eddie said.

Steve rolled and it was a fifteen. “Fifteen plus...two. So seventeen.”

Eddie smiled. “You can’t tell for sure but there are more of them then there are of the party.”

Steve frowned. He looked down at his character sheet. “I run screaming from the clearing, banging my shield to draw them off.”

“There is a snarling gasp as a pack of wolves come out of the trees to chase Steve. Roll for initiative.”

“Steve!” Lucas yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Yeah,” Erica protested. “You can’t just take them out on your own.”

“Your character might die,” Will told him.

“Screw his character dying,” Mike hissed. “If we don’t get in on the battle, we don’t get the XP or any of the loot.”

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You told me to do what I would do in any given situation. This is what I would do. To save the party.”

He looked down at his hands.

“But not like this, dude!” Dustin protested.

Steve looked up at him and said, deadpan, “I know it’s what I would do because I’ve done it.”

Dustin was suddenly on his feet. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking go there man. It’s only a game. You can’t do it. Not like this. Not again.”

Eddie held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa!” Everyone turned to look at him. “It appears I’ve accidentally sent off a landmine here. So why don’t we take a break. Cool our heels for a bit. I’ll talk to Dustin and Steve separately and see if we can’t find a solution that doesn’t involve trauma mining.”

“Where should we go?” Dustin asked as the rest of the group filed out.

Steve cleared his throat. “The pool area has a small room to the side that we can go to.”

Eddie nodded. “Lead the way.”

Steve did.

“I’m going to talk to each of you separately and then together,” Eddie said once they got to the ‘viewing’ room. “Who wants to go first?”

Dustin and Steve looked at each other.

“He can go first,” Steve mumbled. “I need a smoke.”

Eddie and Dustin nodded.

Once Steve was firmly ensconced in a lounge chair, Eddie turned to Dustin. “What the honest fuck?”

So Dustin spilled the beans on the junkyard and the demodogs. And how Steve had locked them in the trailer so that he could lead the beasts away from the kids.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “That would have been nice to know. You guys are going to have to sit me down and tell me everything you have gone through, because I am serious about the trauma mining. Because there is a difference between me discussing it with you before hand and you guys being prepared emotionally for it and what just happened just now.”

Dustin nodded.

“Go get Steve,” Eddie said, cocking his head at the door to the outdoor pool.

Dustin got up and shuffled outside. Eddie watched as they exchanged words and then hugged. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t have to broker a truce between them.

Steve opened the door. “I didn’t mean to ruin the game. Session. Whatever.”

Eddie stood up and took Steve’s hand, leading him over to the sofa. He sat down and tugged on his hand to get Steve to sit, too.

Steve sat down, but didn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Eddie gave it a squeeze.

“You didn’t ruin anything, I did,” he said softly. “But only because you guys have only told me the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what you all have been through. And frankly I’m amazed any of you are still sane at this point.”

Steve chuckled. “I don’t think I ever was.”

Eddie started rubbing Steve’s knuckles with his thumb. “The best people are always the least sane. Look at me!”

Steve really laughed.

“But I think we leaned a little too far into doing what you would do,” he continued. “I understand that you want to protect them, but these aren’t the kids. These are trained adventurers. We have a wizard, a ranger, a paladin, a druid, a fighter, and barbarian, that’s you.”

Steve nodded. “It’s just I have a hard time imagining it, I guess. I see those faces and I‒”

“Can’t help but want to protect them?” Eddie finished.

Steve hung his head. “Yeah. I know it’s a game. But this time it just...fuck!”

“Trauma mined the wrong scar,” he finished again. He reached up to cup Steve’s cheek.

Steve leaned into Eddie’s touch and sighed. “Can we have a do over? Go back to before I fucked up?”

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing, baby. But let’s get Dustin in here before he freezes out there.”

Steve nodded, but he didn’t want Eddie to let of his cheek. He sighed when Eddie stood up and opened the door to call to Dustin.

Dustin came in and sat down next to Steve.

“Have we learned a valuable lesson about not telling your DM everything?” Eddie asked cheekily.

Dustin and Steve looked at each other and then nodded.

“Good.”

He led the way back to the group and everyone sat down.

“All right, everyone had a chance to calm down?” Eddie asked.

He got a bunch of nods.

“So Steve has asked for a do-over,” he continued. “His mom instinct took over and forgot he was traveling with adventures and not his kids.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll try to treat your characters like I treat Eddie or Robin or Nance or even Jonathan and Argyle. You know, adults. But I’ll mess up sometimes. So just tell me, don’t yell at me. Or I will stop.”

The kids looked at each other and all nodded in agreement.

“All right-y,” Eddie said rubbing his hands together gleefully. “What do you want to do, Ser Stephan?”

“Hey, guys,” Steve said to the party, “you know how the woods only get quiet when there’s a predator around?”

“Everyone roll knowledge forestry checks,” Eddie said.

This time the game proceeded as normal. The party did the smart thing and slowly backed out of the clearing.

They still had to fight some of the wolves but it wasn’t the whole pack, so everyone survived.

When they were done for the night and began to divide up the loot and hand out XP, Will spoke up.

“While you and Dustin were talking to Eddie, me and the rest of talked.”

Steve looked over him. “What about?”

“We keep forgetting that you aren’t as well versed in this game as we are, and we reacted badly,” Lucas said.

“We spent so much time trying to get you to play with us,” Erica said, “that when you finally agree, we treat you like crap. And that’s not fair.”

“So we’re going to try and be better,” Mike said. “Because when you get into the game, it’s actually a lot of fun.”

Steve smiled. “I appreciate it, guys.”

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Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader

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*Lucifer’s POV*

Someone had the audacity to steal my daughter from me when she was just a young child. I tracked her for years, but I ended up losing her trail a few years ago. It was like she never existed in the first place. Whoever took her must be powerful in order to hide her from me. This is the only reason I had a second child with a mortal. Sabrina was an amazingly powerful witch and I knew she had amazing potential. Yet I never stopped looking for my first born. I will get my daughter back.

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I woke up to my alarm and groaned. Another day, another training day… I got dressed quickly and went out into the kitchen where my Dad was cooking breakfast. He turned to look at me with a smile as I took a seat at the island.

“Morning sunshine, hungry?” He asked and I nodded. He placed a plate of food in front of me and I quickly started eating.

“Slow down, there’s plenty of food.” He said and I slowed a bit.

“Your Uncle will be here in a bit.” He said as he took his own seat.

“Which one today?” I asked after I swallowed a mouth full of food.

“Michael, you’re gonna train with him today.” He saida and I nodded.

“When is my training gonna be over? I’ve been working every day since I was like five.” I groaned and he chuckled.

“When we’re sure you’re ready.” He said and I rolled my eyes. That’s the answer they always give me.

“Ready for what? I don’t even know what I’m training for!” I said, getting annoyed again.

“Y/N, watch your tone.” He said and I groaned, pushing my plate away.

“I’m so sick of training! Can’t I just go to school like a normal kid?” I asked and he shook his head.

“We’ve talked about this sunshine, you can’t go to school. Instead you train with me and your Uncles.” He said and I rested my head on the counter.

“But what am I training for?” I asked. Before Dad could answer or reather not answer again, the front door opened and in walked my Uncle.

“Morning everyone! Who’s ready for training?” Michael asked as he walked right into our kitchen. I looked up at him and groaned.

“Someone slept on the wrong side of the bed.” He chuckled as he grabbed a cup of coffee.

“She’s questioning her training again.” Dad said and I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe if you guys told me what the hell I was training for then I wouldn’t have to question it!” I said and they both narrowed their eyes at me.

“What have we told you about using that word?” Dad asked and I sighed.

“Sorry…” I mumbled.

“Listen, Y/N, you just need to do what your Dad and us Uncles say and everything will be perfect.” Michael said and I rolled my eyes again.

“Whatever, am I actually going to be able to use my powers today or is it another pretend day?” I asked.

“It’s still too early to use your powers.” Michael answered and I groaned.

“Dad!” I said and he sighed.

“Just listen to your Uncle.” He said.

“It’s getting boring using them by myself…” I mumbled.

“What was that?” Dad asked. I looked over at them and they both looked shocked and worried.

“You’ve been using your powers by yourself!?” Michael shouted.

“A little…” I sheepishly answered.

“Y/N Y/M/N Anderson! You know you’re not allowed to use your powers unless one of us gives you the okay!” Dad scolded.

“It’s not like anyone sees me since I’ve been locked in this stupid house forever and it’s just a little bit, what’s the big deal?” I asked.

“The big deal is that’s it’s dangerous! There’s a reason you’re not allowed to use your powers.” Dad said.

“Then tell me the reason! Dad I’ve been lost about this stuff my whole life! You weren’t even gonna tell me that I had powers until I did some magic by accident!” I pointed out.

“Y/N you’re Dad and us are just trying to protect you.” Michael said and I groaned.

“I’m so tired of that excuse!” I shouted and flung my hands back. When I did I accidently shot some magic out and broke the window and a vase.

“Y/N, calm down.” Dad said while holding his hands up in surrender.

“No! I want to know the truth!” I shouted. I felt my eyes change, but didn’t pay an attention to it. My Dad and Uncle looked at me with wide fearful eyes.

“Y/N you need to relax right now.” Michael said and made his sword appear.

“I’ll calm down when you two finally tell me why I need to do all this shit!” I hissed. There was a sudden noise behind me and I looked over. There was a portal in our livingroom and someone or something was coming out of it.

“Y/N come here now.” Dad said in the most serious tone I’ve ever heard from him. I rushed over to him and he pushed me behind him. My Dad and Uncle stepped in front of me and Michael held his sword up, ready to fight. I tried to peek around them, but they did a really good job at blocking my view.

“You’re not welcome here, Brother.” Michael said and I furrowed my brow. My Uncles wouldn’t show up in a portal like that.

“I should have known you were the ones that took her from me.” A voice I don’t recognize said.

“Leave, now.” Dad growled.

“Where is she?” The voice asked.

“Not here.” Michael answered. Who the hell were they talking about?

“Nonsens, I can feel her power.” The voice said and I could hear a smirk.

“You’re not welcome here.” Michael growled and held his sword closer to the person. He lent forward to threaten the person, but he revealed me behind him a bit. The person looked past my Uncle at me and his smirk grew.

“There she is.” He said. My Dad and Uncle both glanced back at me, but I was just staring at the strange man who seemed strangely familiar to me.

“Come here, Y/N.” The man said and my Dad placed his arm in front of me.

“She’s not going anywhere near you.” He growled.

“How do you know my name?” I asked and he raised a brow at me, but kept his smirk.

“Don’t talk to him, Y/N.” Michael said, his eyes not leaving the man.

“So she has no memory of me?” He asked and I furrowed my brow.

“She doesn’t need any, you’re just making our jobs harder!” Dad hissed.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” I asked. Dad sent me a look and I mumbled an apology.

“Have you been keeping her in the dark on everything?” The man asked with a chuckle.

“Get out now!” Michael growled at him.

“Tell me darling, do you know that your so called Father and Uncles are angels?” He asked and my eyes widened.

“What?” I asked quietly.

“You’re ruining everything, like usual!” Dad shouted. I backed away from my Dad and Uncle. Dad looked back at me and he looked worried.

“Y/N? Sunshine? Don’t believe a word this man says.” Dad said and I looked back at him with narrowed eyes.

“Is it true? Are you and all my Uncles angels?” I asked and he looked over at Michael.

“Y/N, you need to listen to your Dad.” Michael said.

“Yes, she does.” The man said and took a step forward. Michael held his sword at the mans throat, but he didn’t look bothered by my Uncle.

“Keep your filthy mouth shut!” Michael said through clentched teeth.

“Why? All the girl wants to know is the truth.” He said with a smirk and my head shot over to him.

“You know the truth?” I asked.

“Don’t talk to him, Y/N!” Dad hissed at me.

“I should kill you right now.” Michael hissed.

“We both know Father wouldn’t be very happy with you if that happened.” The man’s smirk grew. His gaze found mine once again.

“You my dear are my daughter and your so called Father and Uncles stole you from me when you were only five.” He said and my eyes widened.

“W-What?” I whispered.

“He’s a liar, Y/N, don’t listen to a think he says.” Michael said, glaring daggers at the man. I looked over at my Dad and he looked scared.

“I-Is it true? Are you not my Dad?” I asked.

“Y/N I-”

“Don’t say a word! We can fix this as soon as we get rid of him! We’ll call the others and she’ll forget all about this! We’ll move her to another location and everything will still go as planned!” Michael said and I gasped.

“It’s true?” I asked and my Dad couldn’t even look at me.

“It was a valiant effort, but I’ll be taking my daughter back home now.” The man said. He took a step towards me and Michael tossed him across the room.

“Father may have my wings if I kill you, but he won’t mind if I hurt you.” He growled at the man.

“Get her somewhere safe.” He told the man I thought was my Dad, Gabriel.

“No!” I shouted and I felt so much power coursing through me. I looked down and my hands had swirling red and black power around them.

“She’s so much more powerful than you ever thought.” The man said with a smirk.

“Y/N, stop, we don’t want to hurt you.” Gabriel said to me.

“No! I want the truth and I want it now!” I said and my voice sounded a bit distorted. Micheal and Gabriel looked at each other giving the man time to make his way next to me.

“They stole you away from me, my darling girl, I’m here to bring you home.” The man said, touching my shoulder.

“I want the truth!” I shouted and my power pushed everyone away from me.

“Okay, just calm down! We’ll tell you the truth.” Gabriel said.

“What are you talking about! We can’t-”

“Do you want her to lose it to her powers?” Gabriel asked, cutting Michael off. Michael shut his mouth, but he didn’t look happy.

“Just take a seat, sunshine and I’ll tell you everything.” Gabriel said, taking a seat himself. I shook my head and crossed my arms.

“I’m staying right here.” I said and he nodded.

“For once he’s telling the truth. Your Uncles and I-”

“You’re not my Dad and they’re not my Uncles.” I said with narrowed eyes.

“You’re right, but we raised you since you were a child.” He said and I rolled my eyes. So what?

“We took you from your real Father because he’s not a good man and you’re destined to destroy him once and for all. God told us we needed to take you from him and raise you to kill him.” He said and my eyes widened.

“You’re the strongest being we’ve seen in centuries and God knew you’d be the one to take care of Lucifer once and for all.” He finished and I took everything in.

“Lucifer? As in…” I trailed off.

“The Devil, yes my darling girl.” The man said and I looked at him.

“You’re my Dad?” I asked and he gave me a smile.

“I’ve been looking for you for years.” He said, taking a step towards me. Micheal went to stop him, but I used my magic to push him away. The man smirked at him and made his way towards me.

“You are very powerful, dear, I can teach you how to use all of them.” He said.

“You’ll let me use them?” I asked and he nodded.

“Y/N please, you need to understand that he’ll use you for evil.” Gabriel said.

“Listen to your- Listen to Gabriel.” Micheal cut himself off.

“Why would I listen to the people that kidnapped, manipulated, and lied to me? Lucifer is the only one that’s told me the truth!” I hissed at him. Lucifer placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled my back against him.

“You were wrong for ever thinking you could manipulate my daughter into killing me.” He said to them.

“Y/N, please.” Gabriel begged, but I shook my head. Lucifer moved his hand and the same portal he used to come here appeared.

“Come, darling, it’s time you return home and meet your half sister.” He said and I smiled at him.

“I have a sister?” I asked and he nodded, offering me his hand. I took it and both angels rushed over to us.

“Y/N stop!” They shouted, but they were too slow. Lucifer and I jumped into the portal and he quickly closed it behind us. When we stepped through we were in what looked like a throne room.

“Welcome home, my darling daughter.” He said and I looked around in awe.

“I still can’t remember anything though…” I said sadly.

“Don’t worry, dear, we’ll get whatever they did to you out of your head.” He said and hugged me. I hugged him back and everything just felt right.

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honorary-knight-of-favonius · 2 years

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Kinktober Diluc -Day Twenty Six-

Tags for the day: Sensory deprivation and heat play

Summary: He needed to apologize he needed to get back in her good graces. He'd do anything to hear her voice, to see her, fuck even feel her. He was going insane but thankfully his insanity paid off.

For the next few weeks I adjusted my schedule and continued to ignore Diluc’s messages and calls. I changed to the after midnight shift and was always with Cerpus -Diluc’s dad- who even though was the fuck buddies dad was a dad to everyone who worked at the club which made it a lot more comfortable than being with Diluc.

“So kiddo I’m not trying to pry but did something happen between you and my boys?” Cerpus asked, in response I turned as red as his hair.

“Pfft. nothing happened, what would happen, haha, your mistaken Cerpus nothing ever happened between Diluc, Kaeya and I.” I said hurriedly.

“Uh huh, sure kiddo. Well Diluc asked if you’d want to join our family’s Halloween traditions.” I chuckled.

“Y-Yeah, no thanks I gotta make sure to pass out candy.” I say.

“Hmm, I guess I gotta tell Diluc you are avoiding him.” Cerpus said, I whipped my head to the red head.

“I’m sorry?” I asked

“Diluc believes you're avoiding him. I don’t remember how many times he’s asked me to tell you to respond to his calls and messages. Whatever happened between you two seems to be getting him fired up.” Cerpus said, pouring vodka shots.

“W-well I mean something did happen and I would like to avoid meeting with him after what happened. A-at least until I can face him without thinking about what happened.” Cerpus hummed and leaned against the counter.

“Did you confess to him?” He asked

“N-No. . .I Y’know I’m gonna clear that table.” I said excuse myself. Continuing to work. I worked until the club closed and Cerpus and I closed the club with a few other employees and right as he locked up the club he walked me to his car.

“You really should talk to that boy, he’s been driving me crazy because of you. Alright?” I smiled and drove home. That night I looked at the messages and voicemails Diluc left me.

“Hey I’m really sorry about Kaeya, he’s a fucking IDIOT! Please return my calls.”

“I know you probably don’t want to talk. I mean that was clear like 20ish messages and voicemails ago, but I really need to see you, please answer my calls.”

“Fuckin’ hell Y/n please! I-I know I’m partly to blame for Kaeya catching us b-but I can’t take this anymore, I really can’t. I-I don’t care if you don’t want me to look at you I will literally do anything you want at this point, even if meant having you fuck me with a toy I just need to know your-” The message cut off.

“Y/n please I. . .I need you. . .I need to hear your voice o-or at least tell me what you want. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy.”

“I’m sorry I keep calling you and leaving these damn voicemails. I-I know you probably want nothing to do with me after that but I can’t handle you ignoring me. . .” I could hear Diluc cry as he spoke, “Fuck, please call me back. Let me hear your voice. Fuck please~! I-I’ll get on my knees and beg I-I don’t care j-just please~ Please!” The rest of the messages are virtually the same, Diluc crying begging me to answer him. Making it very clear I could do anything to him as long as I went to him.

I bit my lip and called Diluc, when he answered he sounded like a horse as if he had been crying again but he sniffled and chuckled, “Y/N! I’m so sorry about everything that happened, I-I please come see me.” Diluc whined.

“I thought you were staying at your dad’s.” I say.

“I-I am. . .b-but I can totally go home!” I looked at the wall and sighed.

“Those bed strap cuffs you love using on me and a blindfold. I also want you to give me control.” I said, I could hear more sniffles.

“A-anything else?”

“I’ll bring the rest. Do you understand?” I asked, I could hear a door open and close then running before both Cerpus and Kaeya’s voice echoed into the phone questioning where the red head was going before I heard dangling keys and another door closed followed by a starting car.

“How long do I have?” He asked.

“Thirty-ish minutes depends on traffic.” I say.

“That’s more than enough time. I’ll guess we’ll meet soon.” I hummed and hung up. I went to my bedroom and got the candles I was given by a friend and a lighter before leaving my apartment heading to Diluc’s. When I had gotten there I parked and turned off my car ready to get out but rather stayed inside the car.

“What the fuck are you doing here Y/n? This is really sad even for you.” Is sighed resting my head on the wheel, “Your at your fuck buddy’s house so he can make it up to you for getting caught by his goddamn brother. I should just go home.” I groaned, turning my car back on, then I screamed and turned it back off.

“God I am pathetic,” cursed, I got a text and opened my phone.

‘Waiting for you like you.’ This message paired with a winky face made me slam my head into the horn before grabbing my bag and leaving the car park and going to the man’s apartment where I opened the door and saw all the lights but the kitchen’s off. I went to the kitchen and saw a glass of Zinfandel on the counter with the rest of the bottle. I hummed and downed the drink like a shot before snatching the bottle and shaking out the nerves and heading to the bedroom where I saw the redhead strapped to the bed naked in all of his German glory. I snapped myself out of the trance I was in and put the wine bottle on his nightstand, setting my bag down on the bed and digging through it.

“Italian leather. . .T-that’s the bag I got you right?” Diluc asked hesitantly, he must think I’m someone else. Mainly because if I answered yes he knew I was someone else. He’s never given me a leather bag, actually he’s never given me anything but an orgasm.

“No, it’s some cheap bag I bought in a thrift store.” I corrected it. The man took a deep sigh and smiled sweetly.

“I-I thought you wouldn’t come and my servants would see me like this rather than you.” He chuckled, I hummed and took out the bundle of safe sex candles and my lighter before throwing the bag into a chair in the bedroom.

“A-are you alright? You sound. . .” I was undressing as he was talking but before he could make his own answer I cut him off.

“I’m drinking your Zinfandel so I’m getting drunk.”

“S-so you are drinking it. . .Why? You don’t normally drink.” I was left in my underwear and went to the bed again.

“I’m a quiet drunk, It’ll help me not expose myself to you.” I say.

“Expose? I told you I don’t care if you use me.” I hummed.

“Shut up, pretty boy. I’m in control tonight and I will not have you ruining this.” I scolded using a hand to squish his face. He nodded and I took one of the many candles, I chose the golden colored one before lighting it and putting it in a candle holder that just so happened to be empty.

“Hehe. . .setting the mood is really useless because I-” I grabbed his face again.

“You talk when you're nervous. If you don’t want this I’ll unstrap you from this bed and leave.” I said, the man tried to sit up but his bounds kept him down.

“N-No! If you leave now you’ll just keep ignoring me! A-and I can’t handle you ignoring me.” He sounded so hurt. I sighed and plopped my ass on his bed.

“I’m not doing anything that’ll hurt you.” I say.

“I-I know you wouldn't, t-that's why I offered my body.” I hummed and by the time I lit the candle and talked to Diluc it began to melt. I grabbed in and straddled my hips. I quickly tested the wax temperature on the back of my hand before letting the hot substance land on DIluc who gasped and squirmed under me.

“I-Is that wax?” I slipped my panties to the side and welcomed the man’s cock inside like I had done a few weeks prior, “F-fuck, you feel. . .shit I missed- Damn it that’s hot.” the bartender hissed. I smirked and bounced on his cock as I continued to allow the wax drip onto his body writing the word ‘Mine’ from his chest to his belly button. When I was finally happy with how the message was written I let the wax continue until the flame went out.

“Y/n? F-fuck a-are you done with the candle?” Diluc moaned. I smirked and put my hands on his chest and pulled him into a passionate kiss as I began to cry. Diluc began struggling before I felt that knot getting tighter and tighter until it unraveled and both Diluc and I came. I of course got off, left the note I had written ages ago and got all dressed before taking my bag and taking off the bindings before heading to the door

“Y/n if you want you can stay the night.” As he finished his words I left the apartment silently crying as I headed to my car. I got in and began driving home only to pull over and turn off the car.

“D-damn it Diluc! I-I can’t fucking believe I cried while doing that! Damn it! Why did I have to love him!” I rested my head on the wheel crying as I realized my feelings for Diluc weren’t going away and that whole situation made me realize that he only sees me as a fuck buddy.

“I don’t believe in god, please go away.” Just then I heard my own voice.

“Why did I have to love him?!. . .Damn it Diluc!” I opened my eyes to see the red head with the sweetest smile and some kind of bag in one hand while the other held his phone.

“If I knew you felt the same I would’ve asked you out a lot sooner.” He laughed. I went bright red and ran to my bedroom and hid myself under the blanket in shame. He followed me and planted a sweet kiss on my embarrassed state before leaving for my kitchen. Throughout the entire day Diluc took care of my hangover state and reassured me he did love me, only making me even more embarrassed than before.

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silurisanguine · 11 days

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15 lines of Dialogue game

As ive been away for the weekend, not sure if anyone tagged me with this but saw it open tag so here we go. Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and anyone who'd like to do it! 15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! Since i've written the most with Seren Jones, I shall pick her for this!

1 -"Maybe I am, but there isn’t anything left in this universe worth staying for. Whatever is in the next universe has to be better than this one Barrett, it has to. I can't bare to stay here any more, not without him, not when I could have done it so differently."

2 - "Cora… she was there, saw her dad die…She hated me, blamed me for not saving him. After the funeral, Lillian took her and that was the last I ever saw that wonderful twelve year old. I realised then I had no reason to stay in my universe as everything i loved had been taken from me. I hoped maybe another would give me a second chance. To fix things..to try again…

…That’s why I do this.”

3 - "I came here the first time with no preconception of what I’d find. I was in awe at the location, just as you are now. But what I learned here has guided my hand in relation to how I see the Artifacts, how I see Unity and the Starborn. Anyone who wants to complete the Artifact collection, needs to know the full story for themselves.”

4- "Now you see how dangerous this place is, and this is just the start. The Starborn Guardians here have lost all empathy, all compassion, their humanity in pursuit of their cause. They have nothing left in their existence except to stop anyone else reaching the Temple. …I sometimes wonder what is the point of their existence before I wipe them out of it for good.”

5 -”You washed them clean. I can say one good thing about Lillian in that she gave you the chance to do that. You’re not the same man, Sam.”

6 -”They makes me smile every time I come back here. But I’m not entirely alone, the fish there get a view unlike any other.” She pointed to the couple of little fish swimming in their tanks, sitting right at the edge of the massive view screen. “If you don’t mind taking care of them for me, they’ve been a good little crew, never complained once.”

7 - "I've never met you before. Until today I'd never met a single pirate here." That was the truth, if a little stretched Seren thought.

8 -"All this, this universe is a nightmare. I've been to so many variations and… You… everyone here is so different, so wrong. It’s like Unity decided to show me the worst outcome possible just to make me appreciate who I’d - what I’d lost.”

9 -"Neat trick, have to remember that next time I'm in a hell-hole universe."

10 -"Sorry, Sam, just picturing you over Vlad’s head brought on images of you in ballet tights and…yeah, sorry, I have too much imagination.”

11 - "Yes, justice, Delgado. See that’s behind most things I do now. In this case justice for those your fucking coloured coded Spacers have harmed- have murdered. It’s interesting really how far I got here without anyone realising who I really am... I wondered why no one noticed the SIN of my ship. Even Jess surprisingly. It was a gamble using it of course…But no one ever clocked that I was flying the Razorleaf."

12- “Until I knew for sure you felt the same way I did, I wasn’t sure how to really act around you. But now I know, expect more of this, Sam Coe.”

13 - “You know I would! I mean she called me darlin, you know that makes me melt.”

14 - "…He always said he was bad with words, yet he could say things that were like love poetry to me, that would dazzle me. He was so open with his feelings when he trusted you. Funny, absurd sometimes and he cared deeply and loved passionately. He was an amazing father and I-"

15 - "I've no idea. Being Starborn didn't exactly come with a manual."

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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40 - The Fate of Three Children

Part 41

Gemini Runaway

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Author - I feel slightly sorry for basically skipping over season 1 here. But basically everyone still happens like it did in the show. I just couldn't wait to start writing season 2.

"Nik, seriously. You didn't have to buy the entire strawberry stand product." I giggled sitting in a chair in front of the full table of fruit and whatever else he could fit on it.

He walked to me with hands crossed behind his back smiling at me. "I don't mind filling your need for whatever cravings our princes or princess want. Money isn't an issue as you know."

"I appreciate the offer then. Jacob and Hayley should be searching the bayou for her family. But one of these days we might go see my father. You know pay respect to our mother.' I told him shoving some fruit in my mouth while I talked.

"He could always come live here with us. Once I take back Marcel's house and kingdom from him. We can live like royalty." Nik sat down on the edge of the table tasting some strawberries for himself.

Raising a brow at him I smirked. "I believe we already do."

"You deserve it, Rae." He leans down kissing my forehead gently.

Tossing a strawberry into his mouth I responded back. "As for my father living with us. I think he's quite alright with where he is. He's out in the countryside."

“Ah I see. Well it's always on the table if he wants to.” He shrugs his shoulders jumping from the table picking me up where he sat down in my chair. He placed me onto his lap wrapping his arms around the middle of my waist. “I want you to know that when the day comes and you give birth. I will make sure that I am by your side.”

Looping my fingers with his I leaned my head back against his chest where he placed his chin on top of my head. “I know you will always be there for me. Together forever, Nik.”

“Together forever, Rae.” He muttered into my hair, kissing it gently.

Thrashing against the vervain ropes I wanted to escape and tear the witches apart but nothing was going to work. Through my whole back and stomach I was feeling contractions left and right. I knew I was close to my due date yet this was about a week sooner than we had planned for. “Who are you…and if you’re so concerned with more power why didn’t you nab Daivina too.”

“My name is Geinueve. We couldn’t grasp onto her life force but we sensed a strong one inside you.” The orange haired witch explained grabbing a knife before shoving my legs apart. “We’re almost ready to begin.”

By now the three had magically transported us into an abandoned crypt where I gripped the side of the table feeling more pain when she got down telling me to start pushing. “Klaus will kill all of you for kidnapping me!”

“No you won’t. No matter how powerful you think you two are. You two will not be able to stop us once we have our ancestors' power.” The other witch standing beside me declares not fazed by what they were doing to me.

Clutching my eyes shut I began pushing as much as I could hearing a baby cry out. One of the other witches picked up the baby before I felt more pain coming through me. “Don’t you dare touch my babies….ah!”

Suddenly the door behind my feet gets thrown open and I gasped in relief seeing Nik rushing inside. “Nik!” Klaus lunges toward a witch guard and rips his head off. Abigail and Genevieve link hands and telekinetically pin Klaus to the wall beside me.

Geinueve pulled out the second baby where it began crying immediately. Shortly after that I bared my teeth giving the last bite of strength I had to push out the last baby. Klaus fights against the spell pinning him to the wall, but he cannot get free. He shouted at the three seeing the small infants laying on the table beside me wrapped in blankets. “I will bring hell to your family! I will bathe in rivers of your blood! You will die screaming!”

One of the witches helps cut the umbilical cord, and Genevieve wraps the last baby in a blanket. “You have a beautiful baby daughter. And a set of twin girls. We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky -“

“Did you say twins?” I cut her off feeling my throat so raw from screaming, tears were flowing down my face never moving off my children.

She nodded, holding our first born child in her arms. “Yes and I am truly sorry for this. I’ll make it quick for them.” One of the other witches behind me grabbed my neck, twisting it where I collapsed backwards. It was a few minutes after that where I woke up frantically looking around seeing that it was just Klaus and I were the only ones here.

“Raelyn!” Someone hollers my name bursting the doors open where I saw Jacob rushing inside with Hayley and Elijah in toe with him.

Sitting upright as best as I could Nik vamped to my side, placing a hand on my lower back. I could feel pain between my legs but I wasn’t bleeding out anymore thanks to being a vampire. “Jacob. They took them - they took my babies!”

Hayley pushed her hair out of her face. “I should be able to track them if I get your scent.”

“We will get them back.” Elijah said before I jumped off the bed stumbling toward the doorway vamping outside seeing that we were still inside the witch cemetery. We began searching for a while until I could hear chanting.

“Nouvel vie, nouvel ame, me longe avec nous.” Jacob, Hayley, Elijah, Klaus and I turned a corner and saw Genevieve holding a Knife above the babies heads.

Vamping forward I smacked into an invisible barrier. “Leave my children alone!”

Elijah picks up an urn and lobs it at the witches, which slams against Genevieve's hand and knocks the athame onto the ground. The five of us run toward them, so the other two hold each other's hands and channel the ancestors' power. “La mère, le père, le frère, la sœur... La mère, le père, le frère, la sœur…”

The girl with black hair declared. “You fools! To come against us in our place of power, in our strongest hour. You don't face three, you face us all.”

Hayley ran forward but the witches knocked her back. Jacob took her hand in hers trying to break their spell but he wasn't strong enough. Elijah kept trying to run forward while Nik and I vamped off in different directions. Halting in my tracks I got blocked my two girls in dresses. "You won't murder my kids!...Invidia tenebris lapsus!" The two fell down in front of me but the second I moved forward by another pair flinging me onto my back.

Nik ran into the same problem where two guy witches threw him into a brick building. He got to his feet seeing there was a metal fence where he broke off a piece of that. He charged past Elijah launching it towards the witches killing one of them causing the group of dead witches to disappear from our view. Scrambling to my feet I clutched my hands into fists at my sides launching my powers towards the others blocking our path. “Phasmatos tribum, exum sue, redem su pas quo. Phasmatos tribum, exum sue, redem su pas quo. Phasmatos tribum, exum sue, redem su pas quo!”

The dead witches fade out even more yet I saw Geiuneve running over to my brother. She throws him onto the ground causing pain in his body until I vamped behind her holding her by her neck. She did a spell dropping me to my knees until Hayley came behind her knocking her onto the ground. The remaining witch that was standing over our babies was almost done with the spell until a throwing star ended up inside her stomach. Everyone turned their heads seeing Marcel standing behind us. He vamped forward snatching the three girls. “Oh no he doesn’t.” Vamping after him I knew Nik followed me.

We needed up at his place where Nik vamped in his face when he sat down the infants. “Give me one good reason not to kill you for taking my children!”

“Because…I…helped…saved…their…lives.” Marcel choked until he dropped him.

Rushing forward I picked up our second born child holding her in my arms so afraid she would break if I dropped her. Nik picked up the other two. Glancing back to the vampire I glared at him sternly. “You’re the reason that this happened in the first place. You frustrated the witches where they wouldn’t wait. And they are so desperate to sacrifice innocent babies!”

“Hey, I have a rule that no one hurts kids!” He shouted at me.

Nik shifted his gaze downward to the two other babies then he focused on me. We had gotten to the point where neither of us needed to say a word. We just knew what the other was thinking by now. “I’ll compel him to not remember anything of this, Raelyn. We will protect our children from harm from this day until eternity.”

“Good. Geiuneve can’t remember either. I’ll meet you back at the mansion.” I declared managing to hold the three babies in my arms entering the compound and laying down two of them in the crib. Holding the first baby in my arms with my hair falling in front of my eyes it was shortly after that I heard Nik and Elijah come back inside.

The pair were sitting in the living room while I stood over our sleeping kids. “We should have felt our mother's hand in this. We should have known she would not be bound by anything as obvious as death. And now, she has control of the witches. They will never stop.”

Elijah said back. “No.”

“They will never be safe. What was it you said to me earlier? That I have made enemies every day of my miserable life? Well, the worst of them are within these borders, brother. I have brought into the world a weapon they can use against me.” Nik made a good point.

Elijah responded to him. "Then we will arm ourselves! Brother, we have fought every adversary in this town, and we have won. And we'll fight them again, no matter who they are! We will make this home a fortress."

Nik lowers his voice. "I will not have them live their life as prisoners."

Elijah points a finger at him. "Then we leave here, together. All of us."

"Wherever we go, however far we run, those who seek power and revenge will hunt us! They will hunt her. She has inherited all of our enemies with none of our defenses." Nik shifted his gaze to me when I was standing in the doorway holding one of our children.

Elijah muttered under his breath. "So, whether we stay, or we leave - we condemn her."

"We have a third option. We can send them away for safety. Until we sort this out. My mother separated Jacob and I from the Coven for the same reason." I explained sniffing through tears not wanting to separate them from one another.

Footsteps came inside the house where the three of us noticed that it was Jacob and Hayley. "We could always take the twins to dad. He’s already learned how to handle two troublemakers at once.”

“That could work. And I know just the person to take the first, Rebekah.” Nik rose to his feet, coming to place a hand on my shoulder where I leaned into his touch.

Elijah and Hayley each make a face when he replies back, not sure about the plan. “Are we really going to separate them?”

“I hate the thought just as much as you do, Elijah. But for their safety we have to. If we aren’t worrying about Esther hunting them all. Then we also have to worry about my uncle Joshua or someone else from my coven sensing the twins' magic.” I huffed staring back at the sleeping twins behind us before the others left us alone with our children.

He slowly followed me inside the kid’s room we had started fixing together. I lay down the baby in my arms when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt him place his chin on my shoulder. “So have you decided on any names yet, my siphon queen?”

“I have actually…this one shall be Alina Josette Mikaelson.” Pointing towards our second born daughter who was the older twin by a second.

He clicked his tongue nuzzling his nose into my hair kissing my cheek. “And the other twin.”

“Melissa Luna Mikaelson or Missy for short.” Turning around in his arms I draped mine over his shoulder laying my head against his chest since we hadn’t really gotten any time alone to ourselves like this lately.

He rested his forehead against mine when I lifted my head up meeting his gaze. “We will get them back to this place, I swear to you.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to let them go. I mean they’re my babies after all.” I sniffed through tears where he wiped away tears with his thumbs with me watching him crying lightly too.

He pressed his forehead back against mine with our breathing mixing together. “Believe me. I am going to hate this too. But we have to do this to ensure that they have a better life than we did before we met each other.” It was nightfall when a car pulls up and Rebekah gets out since we are the sign that says now leaving New Orleans with us waiting for her. When she sees her brother and her newborn niece, she smiles. “Hello, sister.”

“Thanks for coming, Bes.” I hugged her gently before we broke the hug quickly.

Rebekah gently touches the baby, and stares in wonder. “Oh, she looks like her mother. Maybe there is a God after all.”

Klaus laughed at her. “Well, she has a hint of the devil in her eyes. That's all me. I need a witch you can trust to cast a cloaking spell.”

Rebekah nods. “I'll get one.”

I warned her. “No one can ever find her.”

Rebekah understood and didn’t need to be told a second time. “I know what to do, Nik. Perhaps we'll get a white fence. I think that would be lovely.”

Nik and I both shifted our eyes downward to our first born daughter where I placed my fingers onto the side of her cheek while holding her in his arms. “This city would have seen you drad. But, I will have it your home. And every soul who wishes you harm will be struck down, just as sure as my blood runs in your veins. You will return to me.”

“In spite of our differences, Rebekah, there is no one I would trust more with my daughter's life. “ Klaus hugs Rebekah and kisses her on the cheek. “Be happy, sister. “

Rebekah smiled upwards to us. “She will be happy, Nik. I promise. What's her name?”

Klaus declares handing her over to her aunt. “Hope. Her name is Hope Andrea Mikaelson.”

Intertwining my hand with his he squeezed my hands gently glancing down at me with some tears in his blue eyes like me. “I can come with you if you want. But I understand if you want this to just be something for you and Jacob.”

“It should just be us, Nik. You don’t have to worry I’ll be home before you know it.” I told him leaning up on my toes kissing his cheek before we headed back to the car to meet Jacob back at the mansion with the twins.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter 8.5

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 8.5: cursing!

WC- 50

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Song for Chapter 8.5: Scrawny - Wallows

Chapter 8.5: Happy Dance

Felix was truly over the moon, when you ended the call yesterday (well now a couple days ago??) saying you had to go on your trip to Seoul he almost threw up. BUT NOW he was over the moon. He gets to see you, her, Y/N, REALBOBFROMANIMALCROSSING, JOONSGF. He had to be prepared, like genuinely prepared. He saw the time on his phone, 12:43am. Quickly hopping out of bed he threw a pair of sweats on and a big jacket. He threw a beanie on over his now blond hair? Honestly, he didn’t know how that happened the staff just did it. Felix wasn’t complaining though.

He almost fell putting his shoes on and he rushed out, he had to be prepared, okay.

Wait, was this a date? Or just a meeting?

Shit he should’ve ASKED!

Okay either way, something nice right?

He walked out in the cold air and rushed to the nearest store that was open this late at night. He needed flowers, SHIT HE SHOULD MAKE BROWNIES! Quickly Felix grabbed whatever he needed. When he was done, he plopped it down on the counter, the cashier looked at him then sighed tiredly. Felix rushed home and quickly put water in a random bowl he could find then got the flowers situated.

Okay good, now time to bake. He was digging for the pans and then popped back up from behind the island.

“Holy shit you scared me.” Minho said, “what the hell is going on?”

Felix’s silly little grin almost instantly gave it away, they all knew about this trip Y/n was so busy saving up for because Felix would complain about not getting to see her due to it.

“Holy shit.” Minho said dumbfounded.

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Taglist is always open :) if I ever accidentally leave out a tag please just remind me. I have horrible goldfish memory.

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Author's note: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the love this story has gotten recently!!! I have gotten a lot of love and comments and reblogs and I am just so happy everyone enjoys it! I pinky promise the next chapter is def gonna be good good!!! Heheheh!! I am going to try and finish the couple projects I mentioned yesterday this week, not the full blown fic but some of the little side series! That'll probably require another masterlist but idk we will cross that bridge when we get there.

Chapter 9 is completed it just has to be proof read and then I need to decide on some other things regarding this fic! Sorry that this .5 was so short, I had to fit something in for this hehe and I thought it was cute <3

Today is a slow college week so I will definitely have time to work on my projects here on Tumblr, I am so very excited to say the least.

I hope everyone is doing fantastic! Remember to eat and drink a lot of water! That is very important! If you can try to do some stretches! It feels really nice to stretch and crack lol

If any of you need anything my dms and ask box are always open <3

I love you!

#lee felix x reader #stray kids #straykids #kpop #skz #skzxreader #straykids x reader #stray kids x reader #lee felix #lee felix x female reader

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artdecosupernova-writing · 1 year

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Romantic Snippet Tag

taking an open tag from @oh-no-another-idea! I need as many distractions as I can get and I think this'll be a good one

I'll be tagging @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @pertinax--loculos, @sleepy-night-child, @druidx, and literally everyone and anyone else who sees this 👍🏽

I've posted so many romantic moments between Warren and Thrive...and here's another one lmao. and I've posted parts of this before but never the whole scene so voilà

From Thriving: Meridian—

"I don't know how I feel about all the strangers on my ship."

The Setae'togun had been assigned to Warren when he was working for the Consortium; a relic from the days when he still fought a war that ended when ———. He used it more often than not to get from place to place, but there was a time it harbored a whole crew under his command.

Thrive sighed, standing in the door separating the commander's quarters from the bathroom. "They're not strangers, Warren, they've been my security detail for the past fifteen years."

Warren swiveled in his chair at the desk by the main door, steepling his fingers under his chin. "You understand why I'm unhappy they're here, right? With them here, there will be even less space to keep refugees. The fewer the refugees, the less likely we'll be able to smuggle everyone to Tournaltis' moons."

Thrive arched an eyebrow. "You're explaining my own concerns to me?"

"I'm not saying we ditch them on Efthim, but we can't bring them back with us."

"They're incredibly hard to lose."

"How many times have you tried?"

"How much time do you have?"

"Ooh." Warren pushed himself to standing and sidled up to Thrive, rubbing his palms together. "This is the plan...we pack as many of Efthim's people as we can onto this ship, say 'oops, looks like there's just not enough room, sorry,' then toss your sentries onto a passing cargo ship getting the hell outta dodge, provided they don't all succumb to the supernova first."

Thrive regarded him with surprise and amusement. "Dark. Even for you."

Warren shrugged. "How many times have they actually done something you weren't fully capable of doing nor had you not actually done yourself? Tell me this—who would win a round of hand-to-hand combat? The lady who'd mastered five different types of martial arts and spent thirteen years in the Marines, or fuckin' you?"

"There was a time her accolades would've impressed you," Thrive said, a smile threatening to break through an otherwise well-maintained air of concern.

"And how would you know that? I haven't been impressed with literally anything else since I met you."

"Qrihk."

Warren blinked. "Gesundheit."

Thrive shook his head, leaning into the door frame. "The people of Efthim are called the qrihk."

"Ah-ha…" Warren angled his head to the side and eyed him up and down before fluttering his eyelashes at him. "You wanna tell me about 'em?"

"I see through your scheme."

"My dearest love. Whatever do you mean?"

"I know what happens when I start prattling on about a subject." Thrive reached over to grip Warren's chin in the cup of his hand, fingers squeezing to force his lips into a pucker. "To be more precise, I know what happens to you."

A laugh nearly exploded out of Warren, but he fought the giggles bubbling up his throat. "I am disgusted and offended at the implication," he said as well as he could with half of his face squished together.

"You're also a deviant," said Thrive, exhausted voice lowered and much smokier than usual, which did not help matters in the least. "Vacate the room."

"It's my ship." Warren cleared his throat. "But marriage is about sharing, after all. You know what, I'm kinda hungry anyway, I might bother the cook for a couple hours—"

Thrive tipped Warren's face downward to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, Warren," he murmured before releasing him and pushing him gently in the direction of the door.

#tag game #Darkspace Portent #M33 Arc #tag: Meridian

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hislittleraincloud · 6 months

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Are you familiar with the concepts of ship and let ship? Don’t yuck my yum? Don’t kinkshame? It’s okay to vehemently disagree with other fandom pairings/scenarios/etc., but posting screen shots that openly shame other users for their preferences is very unkind.

I’m genuinely sorry that you were triggered. It would have been easier to use the block button than to create a post saying “Wyler people are gross” and specifically calling the screen-shotted user garbage.

At the very least, please keep any shaming off the general fandom tags. I would have preferred to not see any of this and I don’t even ship Wyler.

It's not kinkshaming to call someone who said that they hoped that a beloved character in fandom was "ripped to shreds" 🗑️.

Context, hun. Did you completely miss the part of the post where I said I had no hate to the OP/the potential for that story? It'll be a good story if real justice is served. The little screencap was served not against its OP, but to the sentiments that it incurred in the comments. Violent stalking/murdering someone else's boyfriend is acceptable to that person, and that's just rank.

I've posted before that I cannot stand Wyler. Fuck That Monster is my 'vehement disagreement' with that, and I am open to that story... I'm not open towards shitty comments about murdering Joel just because Wednesday was dating him. I would love to read that stalker story for justified comeuppance, but I can't say that's what it'll be about given the comments. The real diff there is that my hope as a reader is for real justice to happen while there are people like the 🗑️ poster who hope, as a reader, for INjustice to happen (since there's a real injustice towards two characters being happy only to have one other be gross, inappropriate, and threatening to their happiness). I would have said that poster was 🗑️ regardless of their chosen ship for having posted comments like that, but so far I haven't seen anyone in the popular ships who post 🗑️ like that...because they don't tend to be 🗑️.

Thick skins only grow in the face of adversity. This fandom is full of the thinnest skins imaginable because somewhere along the line, people got the idea that no one's ideas or comments are open to any criticism; that 'staying in a lane' is the way to drive, even though we're seriously all on the highway to Hell here together (especially in this fandom, let's not sugarcoat that). Why do you think that I don't give a flying 💩 about what anyone says about Wenovan and can defend it (maybe not to everyone's liking since they cannot conceive of AB Wednesday having such strong agency at her age/regurgitate whatever the moral line is atm)? Because I've been through that war before. It's nothing new to me.

Senseless death is already happening in realtime in this world. Don't be 🗑️ and wish death upon...how did the Millennials call it before Gen Z became teens...a precious cinnamon roll like Joel just because Hunter Doohan [in a role that was, by general real world consensus, a milquetoast character] makes your panties wet. Yeah, sure, write whatever the Hell you want, it's all fiction. But it still isn't immune from crit, just as the show itself isn't at all immune to crit.

My story isn't immune to crit either, but not one greyface anon has actually read it to criticize WHY things don't work within or don't make sense to them (those are actually in the comments at AO3, and I've responded to them... like the fan who didn't like AB Wednesday in love, even though that's...what she's been LOL). It's just all general "ew gross" or "it's illegal!" or some inane broad brush about the premise with nothing to react on its substance. "But I don't have to read it to know that it's wrong!!!" ... 😐 ...If I am willing to read a Wyler with the above premise to see where it (hopefully) ends up, I think others could be as open minded.

But anyway

If you seriously yum a murderous stalker over love--even while that's 'cute' in this fandom given the solidly frozen misanthrope that is our favorite heroine--then I can't help you. There's something broken there. 🤷🏽‍♂️ Wenclair and Wavier are at least based on 💕 love💕, so I guess that we've got that to be thankful for.

As for tags, for real? As if the tags on this shit app actually work? 💀 You said you don't even ship Wyler, but I'll give 'em a new tag anyway: Wyner/Wyners. Because that's what it all sounds like rn. Wyners whining about why they can't have nice things because ✨Hunter is so dreamy✨, and no one should ever be called 🗑️ just because they hope for a universally loved character to die a bloody death.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #shipping #whining #greyface qs #anons #wednesday shipping #waaaaaah don't tag us 😭😭😭#these fucking tags are shit to begin with #what the fuck are you complaining about #wednesday ships #wyler people #wyners #do NOT come for joel or i will come for you #joel glicker #bullying joel #actually this is bullying joel on steroids #yes let's bully the nerd because that's cool

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pub-lius · 2 years

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my thoughts while watching a more perfect union bc i got tired of john adams’ tomfoolery

AAAA I LOVE THIS MOVIE

look at james’ slutty, slutty wrist showing smh 😒 fr tho mf cant even open his own suitcase 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨put that harloty wrist to use, jemmy

“god bless you mr. jefferson” bro dont get your hopes up, that book in your hand is about weasels fucking. besides, god abandoned him a long time ago

THE MUSIC AAAAAAA this movie gives me so much serotonin i cannot express

i almost threw up eating a jalapeño

tag yourself im james watching a bunch of guys fight over taxes awkwardly

“what about avaricious southerns?!” YEAH WHAT ABOUT THEM. HELP ME JAMES THEYRE TAKING MY RIGHTS

virginians are waaay too patriotic

EW JOHN ADAMS IS BACK NO I LEFT HIM FOR A REASON

cui bono :)

OOO MR FOREIGN MINISTER JUST READ HIM TO FILTH OOOO GET HIM GET HIM

omg we get it, washington is sexy, get over it. he’s too busy being sexy at mount vernon, leave him alone

HEY TOMMY i forgot that they have a good portrayal of jefferson in this, almost as good as the john adams series, they just need the accent and then boom

“well i have faith in madison” yeah you have something else in madison too 🤨🫡🥱😴🤢🥴 IM SORRY DJSBWJWBW

washington: dying ffs madison: come with me to the anime con🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ALSO FUCKING- washington: i cant come to the convention, im fucking dying madison:… guess what guys? washington is coming to the convention!!!!! wooo!!!!!!!!

MRS HOUUUUSSEEEE SLAY SLAY SLAY SLAY QUEEN PUSSY BOSS WORK BITCH BOOTS THE HOUSE DOWN

“well if the gazette says it it should be true” ok mr newspaper wars 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

oh to be a 1780s congressman falling asleep in a bed and breakfast surrounded by books on government 😍😍😍😍😍😌😌😌🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😘😘🥰😌😌😌😌😌

james: *hears canonfire* also james: slowly puts his coat on and walks outside like a 90 year old

oh wow it’s washington who could have saw that coming

WASHINGTONS SLUTTY SLUTTY STOCKINGS

ew get franklin out of here, he shouldn’t be allowed here during pride month. he talks like a fucking robot.

“or worse! i would be discredited as a philosopher!” i want to pick up horseshit off the street and shove it in your mouth and kick you in a ditch (respectfully)

james and his little cup government 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

p-pardon me gentlemen… i do not mean to be tedious 🥺👉👈

EW EDMUND RANDOLPH 🤢🤢🤢

HAMMY HAMMY HAMMY HAMMY LOOK AT THAT LITTLE TWINK

“i know the general well 💁‍♀️ and believe me 🥴 no man could be kinder 😒but being in his presence 🥱 is rather like being with your father 😰 your creditor 🫃 and your maker 🧚‍♂️ all rolled into one 🥵”

i sincerely apologize for my actions on the internet

my dear general 😁 how happy i am to see you are so well 😍…*dies*

might i have the executive branch back 🥺

james summarizing the entire constitutional convention before it starts :/

new government? NEW GOVERNMENT???? BLAH BLAH BLAH shut. the fuck. up.

“i signed a paper here that got us in a lot of trouble not so long ago” not you mf 🤨

“you’re late” “history shall be the judge of that” my new excuse

tag yourself im washington forgetting whos who

OMG DICKINSON MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW WELCOME BACK SCRUNKLY

oh god morris, you party pooper

im fucking sobbing theyre all dumb

i do admire how madison like. relearned how democracy works. like reading his notes is wack as hell. and his federalist papers, those slayed so hard. he really went there

AND THEN EVERYONE CLAPPED. god james is so main character 🥺

the president: new york- hamilton: THROWS A FUCKING TANTRUM

take a shot every time new york is divided

“virginia, pennsylvania, massachusetts- all large states—“ LARGE STATES?????? LARGE STATES?????????? MASSACHUSETTS???? whatever bye

take a shot every time dickinson postpones something ffs

im leaving this here bc it gets kinda boring after this but you should all watch it, its on youtube for free and amazing and makes me cry ok bye ily

#james madison #alexander hamilton #constitutional convention #a more perfect union #💞💞💞

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Friendship Is Aura

When Jaune woke up, he’d expected a few things. One of them was to be in hell, it’s what he deserved at the time at least. The second was... well it wasn’t whatever was happening now. Which was inside a tree? That looked like a lot of bark, and... and a Library? There were a lot of books. So... it was a rather confusing situation. “Ugh, my head... where am I?”

“Oh!” A semi high pitched voice caught his attention, which as he looked around, came from a young man? Boy? They were short... and purple, with green hair.

‘I must have hit my head or something...’

“Twilight! He’s awake!”

“Coming Spike!”

Spike, who he assumed was the boy, gave him a somewhat hesitent look, but then that sharp glance turned into a warm smile. Jaune felt something, oddly fafmiliar about him, the lanky and strange way he held himself... ‘What is going on.’

Eventually he’d have his questions answered.

After meeting Twilight Sparkle, the voluptuous owner of the Library, he would learn that mostly everyone was voluptuous here, it was actually kind of insane. And for a young man like himself, well... hard to deal with. But deal with it he did.

He learned a lot about Equestria, and how humans, were ponies... and he befriended Spike. The young man, who was actually just a few years younger than him, go figure! He even learned of his secrets, that he was a dragon. Which Jaune couldn’t really tell at first, but seeing was believing as they say. He was strong, way stronger than anyone Jaune had ever met. And the world was full of magic, actual magic, not the half assed stuff that Ozpin had shown them, or anything like that. But real powerful magic, there were living goddesses that could move the celestial bodies.

He was sure Twilight herself could have easily handled Salem, and just... it was all overwhelming. Even more so because he was starting to feel weak again. But that didn’t matter... he felt it was justified.

He felt that for what he’d done, for the blood on his hands, he deserved to suffer. But no one let him, no... he made friends, Big Mac was another fellow, kind and warm hearted, big, bigger than even Cardin or Elm.

Then there was Twilight herself, the two formed a rather easy sibling bond, one he shared with Spike. It was... it was weird, she really did feel like a sister, and the more time Jaune spent with Spike the more he felt that Spike was a lot like how he used to be. Except more shut in... okay maybe that was pretty similar too.

It didn’t help that Spike had a crush on the local seamestress. who... reminded him a lot of the way Weiss was now. Kind, loving, elegant, gorgeous... but she was also a lot not like Weiss... she was rather voluptuous. In truth, Jaune couldn’t help but root for his little brother in all but blood.

Now, everything was going fine, things were going well. Until one day, a portal opened up, “Oh, oh it’s happening again.”

Spike turned to Jaune who was looking at him with the queerest of looks, “It’s like how when you feel through.”

He could see that Jaune was panicking, perhaps wondering if one of his friends from the otherside was coming through!

But... what ever it was, must have been more than a shock, as a young woman with pure white hair and a ponytail on the Right side of her head, wearing a pure white dress with a short skirt began to fall.

“No... no way...”

Jaune recognized her, he knew, no matter how far away, or how long it had been. But it was Weiss... but it wasn’t his Weiss... it was... “She’s wearing her dress from the dance.”

“What?”

“Ah sorry uhm, let’s go to her!”

Jaune was confused, why was Weiss, from two years ago, suddenly falling through... what else was going to happen?!

And so our story begins~ Asks open! Main characters Spike and Jaune, currently featuring Weiss from two years ago and the MLP girls.

using the R! tag for the characters. Just don’t wanna clunk up the MLP tags with nsfw stuff ya know?

#r!twilight #r!spike #r!jaune #r!weiss #RWBYMLP #AisF

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arctichotch · 2 years

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You said you weren't in an echo chamber, then went on to basically give the exact definition of it. This is in the space of a single sentence, so it doesn't say much for your self-awareness. Look at the way you went off at that anon that was talking about being open-minded and how being in an echo chamber is harmful, regardless of what side you support. There was someone taking it straight down the middle, and you couldn't even handle that. It's clear in the eyes of anyone with eyes that you're rattling around inside an echo chamber.

You're not stupid, you don't have to be like that; you can be open-minded and free of an echo-chamber and still support Amber. All it takes is a willingness to listen, a willingness to test what you believe and, if need be, change your mind. And don't tell me you've been open-minded and amenable to the idea of changing your mind; open-minded and amenable doesn't tend to end in calling people fucking idiots in the tags (I wonder what I'll get tagged with - passive aggression, perhaps, or outright hostility). You engage with differing opinions in order to fortify your own, not to challenge them - you don't want to listen, you just want to say what you believe again and move on.

i’m not going to be open minded though if that consists of even thinking of supporting an abuser??? like idk what you mean by that but i have been open minded. i’ve seen what i need to see to know that i support amber. just like deppies have seen what they need to support him.

like once again, i have tried to see things from their pov. and now at this point, all i’m seeing is recycled shit that has been disproven time and time again. yet they refuse to listen to that. i’m not in an echo chamber. i listen to what depp supporters have to say. but if they’re coming at me with shit that the uk judges were corrupt but the jury should be believed, i’m going to see that for what it is.

like i’m not going to sit back and take depp supporters at their word. just like they shouldn’t take me at my word. everyone should do their own independent research. which is what i do when they come at me with something. however, most of the time it’s absolute bullshit.

like i’ve listened. i’ve tested what i believe every time i look at evidence and try to consider things from a depp supporters pov. and hell i’ve even changed my mind (from depp, to no one, to heard)

to this day , after like 2.5 months maybe of talking about this case, i am yet to be shown any reason as to why i shouldn’t believe heard was abused by depp. none at all. so if me not believing the wild shit that comes from some depp supporters means i’m in an echo chamber, then i guess i’ll settle down and put up some posters. because that’s not going to change.

i listen. then i say what i believe again and again. because whatever i’ve listened to has not convinced me to change my mind on anything?? because it’s a whole load of shit most of the time. like is me being sure in my opinion what makes me be in an echo chamber?? if i’m sure in my ways on abortion, so is me not listening to anti-choicers me being in an echo chamber??

and yeah i’m going to call anyone who supports a literal rapist a fucking idiot. the same as i’d call someone who supports bill cosby a fucking idiot. or marilyn manson. or r kelly. or harvey weinstein. etc etc because i’m sorry if this upsets anyone, but supporting abusers, enabling abusers, makes you a fucking idiot.

#ask #anon #i stand with amber heard #cw johnny depp #abuse tw

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joe-moi · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/joe-moi/741857551046590465/sooooo-why-the-hell-are-ppl-going-around-saying?source=share

I just saw this in the tags and it is just super frustrating. The vomit emoji story and him getting sick on a fan are clearly made up. People can just say whatever they want on the internet. I said this on the other post and I'll say it again here.

As an introverted person, I'm constantly having to stick up for myself against people who call me rude, just because I'm not outgoing. I'm a super nice person, it just takes me a long time to open up to people. Seeing fans called Joe rude just because he doesn't have the same energy he had in the beginning makes me feel so bad for him, cuz I know how it feels. And since he wasn't ACTUALLY rude to people, now they're making up stories to make their so-called negative experience seem more sensational.

And here's where my opinion might turn really controversial. Con culture sucks. It's a money making machine, it's chaotic, and it's expensive as hell. I say this is someone who used to go to many cons. I'll never go to another one, the fans behave badly (not all, but enough of them do to ruin the experience for everyone), and the stars clearly get fatigue after a while, which is understandable because they're human beings. People are saying "I spent my hard-earned money and Joe seemed bored so I hate him forever." Well if you're going to spend hundreds of dollars on a 10 second interaction and you're mad he didn't do a cartwheel, I feel like part of the responsibility is on you and your expectations.

Sorry I'm just really fed up with this whole narrative.

I totally get it! And I do think people who have negative experiences are allowed to voice their negative experiences, but I think it’s also very good to go into a con with very low expectations. That way if you have a great interaction, you’re surprised and happy, and if you have a maybe not stellar interaction, you’re not surprised about it.

I also am not going to make any excuses for him being standoffish towards people, because to be honest, you do pay a lot of money for that and I think you should be able to at least have a couple sentence interaction with him, and if he’s tired of the cons, then he likely should not be there. But unfortunately, he was the one that signed a contract and he has to fulfill that obligation. Again, it’s another one of those you made your bed now you have to lay in it situations.

but I do think people need to be a little bit bit more understanding that there’s a lot of people that come to these things, and he needs to have time to see all of them if they spent their hard earned money to see him, so you’re not going to have a 20 minute meet and greet, you’re going to have a 20 second interaction. That’s not for you, if you would rather meet somebody and spend time to actually meet them, there are other people at the con that will give you more attention. But don’t expect it from Joe. Because you’re not gonna get it.

If you can’t tell, I’m very 50-50 on the con situation. I go into it, knowing what to expect, and that is not a long interaction and if I’m shy and nervous, he’s going to mimic that. And if I go into it, happy smiley and talkative. He’s going to mimic that. Also, I really have an issue with people who ask for hugs or something special and he doesn’t give it to him and they get upset… He doesn’t owe anybody anything

#anonymous asks #🛼answers

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soulwillower · 3 years

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semi-charming • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :) + AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH + don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

i haven’t posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj

also - i gained a lot of new followers while i was gone and im sure some ppl want to be removed from my taglist SO: i am gonna start a new taglist!!! pls send me a message and let me know if you want to be on it bc after this post im starting fresh !!!!!!!!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au,

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional.

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that.

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake.

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise.

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door.

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes.

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either.

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music."

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off."

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding.

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give.

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in."

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it.

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him.

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?"

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms.

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?"

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person.

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst.

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg.

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall.

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!"

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him.

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either.

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts.

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet.

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack."

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf.

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot.

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you.

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip.

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane. "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly.

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth.

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away.

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid.

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh.

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from.

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done."

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated."

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly.

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are, i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk.

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out.

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you.

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you.

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own. "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving?

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants.

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes.

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down.

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate.

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once.

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure.

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?"

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to."

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock.

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back.

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly.

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan.

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums.

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out.

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce.

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building.

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours.

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

"you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to.

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple.

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours.

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close.

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters.

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall.

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous.

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease.

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him.

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