#[logan roy voice] you are not...serious people.

[moistvonlipwig]

like sorry but if you're talking gethan vs. dangel divorce energy...angel and darla were together for 150 years. and angel literally killed darla. and darla came back from the dead and pretended to be a normie human woman just to fuck with angel. and darla told angel "god doesn't want you...but i still do." and angel facilitated darla's mass murder of a bunch of their mutual enemies. and angel set darla on fire. and angel had a moment of perfect despair after having sex with darla. and angel and darla had a child together that darla called "the one good thing we ever did together." meanwhile ethan, uh, knew giles in college and occasionally came back into his life to play a couple pranks on him. wow. so dramatic. much divorced

[mag200]

sam getting mad that lena doesnt respect him after he tried to talk to her about colin, something he didnt want to do in the first place but alice convinced him to do. like baby boy i dont even respect you rn i’ll be real. you’ve been here for like one week why would you do that.

[esr10]

the support video for emile… try not to cry challenge MISERABLY FAILED 🥹

[forlorngarden]

reject normalcy embrace the absurd (yesterday there was a military coup attempt so i gave myself two hours to panic then went to the library to write gay fanfiction)

[unreliablenarrating]

had the kind of day at work that may force me to take up meditation

[cvstodians]

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[hughiecampbelle]

Dependence Pt. 5 (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

Alternatively Titled: We Ain't Angry At You Love, You're The Greatest Thing We Lost I am getting this lyric tattooed on my body I'm dead serious

Characters: Kendall, Roman, Shiv, Connor, Logan

Word Count: 1,879

Inspired By: You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan

Tag List: @locke-writes

A/N: All I have is the snippet to listen to and it makes me sob every time. I'm thinking of moving 1k miles away from my family, from my home, from everything, and every bone in my body wishes they felt the way this song feels. Every nerve in my body wants them to feel this way. I hope they'll miss me that much. Anyways, it reminded me of Baby Roy and the Succession finale. Yes I did cry while writing, what about it lol!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Dependence Pt. 1 / Dependence Pt. 2 / Dependence Pt. 3 / Dependence Pt. 4

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

You’re gonna go far, he says into you, his arms tight around you. You try to stop yourself from crying. Again. Sniffling into him, into his shoulder. Everything about this moment makes you want to turn around. To call the whole thing off. But then, how can you call off an entire lifetime? Your bags linger at your feet, everything you could fit into two suitcases. You didn’t start out like this, the day didn’t start out like this, but as it progressed, as things fell into place, you realized there was no place for you. In their lives, of course. Connor promised you your old room again, if you ever wanted to visit. But this place, this apartment, this city, it wasn’t yours anymore. It wasn’t home. You’re not sure it ever was to begin with. You remember to call me when you land, okay? An,whenever you need someone to talk to, I’m always here. He has this shake in his voice, the kind that tells you he’s doing his very best to keep himself together. Composed. You can’t say anything, the words getting caught in your throat. Instead you just nod, sobbing into his sweater. He holds you tighter, rubbing your back. When he stops, he cups your face, meeting your teary eyes, wiping your cheeks. Pops would be so proud of you. He wouldn’t. He never was. But at some point you have to stop chasing something that never existed, something you can never have. You smile for Connor’s sake. Maybe he really believes it. Maybe he’s just saying it. Either way, you’re glad you went to him. You’re glad you told him. You’re gonna so far, you have no idea. He sighs, as if the words have been sitting on his chest for a long time. As if this is the first time in your life he’s felt real, genuine relief. You want to be held a little longer. You want to be loved the only way a father, a father by choice rather than blood, could ever love their child. Without conditions, without restraints, without a ceiling or a floor. Infinite. Beautiful. You’ll have to let go eventually, part ways, but for now he holds you like he did when you were an infant. Never could he have imagined the life you’d live. It was a fantastic surprise. You were a fantastic surprise. 

You continue to awe him every single day. 

You catch him at the bar, nursing a martini. Your hands begin to shake, but you settle them at your side, sitting beside him. You can do this. He wasn’t expecting you, sliding his drink away from you. You’re okay, you’ll be okay. You can be around it, you have to in order to say goodbye. He notices the luggage before you have the chance to say anything. Going somewhere? You bite your inner cheek. Yes, actually. He turns to you. His stitches have opened, the wound bright and red. Angry. You try to read his expression. There’s a hint of fear. He saw you in that bed, screaming, crying, begging not to be alive anymore. You knew he meant it out of love, but you couldn’t face it anymore. You couldn’t be looked at like that anymore. If you wanted a fresh start, a real one, you had to get away. You had to find somewhere with people who saw you for you, not your mistakes, not your darkest moments. Somewhere inside him, he understood that. Somewhere inside him, he wanted the same thing. Leaving for him wasn’t an option, though. Is that so? What does Mummy think about that? He sips his drink. You don’t want to roll your eyes at him. You don’t want to be annoyed with him. You’re not sure how long it’ll be before you’ll see him again. I, I didn’t tell her. I’m not telling her. He lets your answer settle for a moment. You’re not sure what he’s thinking. You never have been sure. Roman could be so unreadable, so unpredictable. You keep talking, trying to fill the silence, a lump developing in your throat. You’re speaking so fast, almost hysterical. You have to explain yourself. You have to explain yourself or you’ll die. I have to get away. I’m not sure for how long, I just, I can’t be here anymore. I have to stay sober and I can’t do that here. It’s not because of you, because of any of you, I want you to know that. I’m, I’m sorry if that upsets you or makes you ang- But he interrupts you, leaning over, hugging you. Not as tight as Connor. It’s as if he’s afraid to touch you still, afraid to hurt you. Gentle. You feel his muscles tense then relax. Whatever you gotta do, you do. Just don’t scare me like that again. You promise him it will never happen again. 

It won’t. It doesn’t. The hurt from home doesn’t follow you, wherever you go. 

You can’t reach the other two. You try calling, the deja vu twisting your stomach. The last time you tried to reach them, the last time. . . No. Stop it. This isn’t that. You’re better now. Shiv picks up, waiting for you to talk. You don’t care what happened. You don’t care what went down in that boardroom. You don’t care that he’s CEO now, that you lost. She’s your sister. The same sister that comforted you after nightmares, who iced your bruises, who wanted the best for you from day one. Whatever happened couldn’t change that. She gave you so many chances, time after time, and you let her down. You let everyone down. She still cares, she always would. You would, too. The words come up, out, before you can stop them. How much you love her, how much you’re going to miss her, how badly you need this, how much you wish you could be with her right now. You hear her take a sharp inhale in, a shudder in her voice. I’ll come and visit, yeah? Wherever you end up, I’ll be there, okay? You nod. Yeah, yeah of course. You can feel your eyes well up again. She was your big sister, the only maternal figure you’d ever known. It wasn’t your mother who shushed you to sleep at night, holding you close. It wasn’t your mother who gasped at the bruises you gave yourself in a fit of rage. It wasn’t your mother who climbed into that hospital bed with you when you were sick and scared and didn’t want to fall asleep alone. It was Shiv. You're Shivy. Your sister. Do you have everything packed? Always fretting, always worrying. Yes, Mom. You laugh. You know she’ll be a good mother. Maybe she doesn’t think so, maybe Tom doesn’t, but you do. She took care of you your whole life. She’s still trying to. You um, you have your chargers? Extra socks? Do you need me to- I’ll be okay, you interrupt. You’re both quiet for a moment, taking one another in. You can feel her wanting. Wanting to reach through the phone and kiss your cheek, to hold you so close your hearts beat at the same time. Wanting to keep you there forever, not wanting to let go.

She always knew this day would come, though. You’d always had big plans. You could never be confined like the rest of them. 

You couldn’t reach Kendall. It went straight to voicemail. So you sat in the lobby of Waystar, trying to figure out exactly how to put it. Every thought in your mind, every thank you and I’m sorry and forgive me and I forgive you. Everything that’s ever sat between you two into a compact, meaningful message. You didn’t want to worry him, that was the last time you wanted, for any of them. You sat and watched everyone pass by. They were celebrating the new owner, one of the biggest deals they’d ever made. Some on their way to get drunk, others drunk already. Too much champagne. Finally, after a long time, you called again, listening to his voice play the message. Kendall, it’s me, you start. What next? You’re sorry. You’re sorry for putting them through all that you’ve put them through. The alcohol, the drugs, all those scary nights where they didn’t know where you were, if you were okay. All those nights where you weren’t sure where you were, if you’d make it out. You were sorry for calling him that night, for putting the blame on him if anything happened. You were sorry for blaming him. For not being the baby sibling he deserved. He deserved better, he expected better. I’m uh, I’ll be out of town for a while. You forgave him. You forgave him for all those outbursts, all those times he hurt you and Shiv and Con and especially Rome. You forgave him for turning into your father, the man you despised, the man you feared, the man you loved. I’ll be okay. I won’t, I’m not, I’m clean. I’ll stay that way. You loved him. You loved him despite the fear, despite the outbursts, despite the narrow path he chose to take. You loved him, and love him, because he’s your brother. He begged for you to stay awake, stay conscious. He wanted you to live even when you didn’t. That night, he looked like a ghost. I’m gonna miss you. A lot. Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me, for being there, you want to say. Thank you for being the best brother you could given the circumstances. Thank you for protecting me from him, from everyone. Call me when you can. I love you. Bye. 

This isn’t some magic answer to your sobriety. This isn’t a cure. Hell, it might be you running away again. Who knows? But you can feel it, finally. The anger, the rage, the wrath. That burden starts to feel less heavy day by day. It won’t disappear completely. You’re a Roy, it’s in your blood, in your genes. But it gets easier to carry, to hold, to take with you everywhere. You don’t want to cave in, not as much. Sure, a strong drink would help, but you made promises. You made promises you’d like to keep. Promises to yourself and to your family. You’d call Connor when you landed, wherever that is. You’ll tell Shivy, too, so she can come and visit. You’ll check in with Rome and give Kendall another call. Hopefully this time he picks up. Hopefully this time you can have a real conversation, you can talk to him, really thank him for all that he’s done. But you know your place is not here. Your people are, they always will. That mausoleum will be waiting for you like it waits for them. Eternity you’ll get to spend by their sides. Now though, now you have the choice. The choice to get better. The choice to get away. The choice to be free. You’ll see them again, you always will. They’re your brothers, your sister, the people who raised you. You’ll see them again despite the distance.

They can’t get rid of you that easily.

[louisironson]

every time a fandom describes a 40+ year old man as using the toothpaste gay man flag. logan roy voice you are not serious people

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part two)

roman roy x fem reader

• note! : so i know it isn't A LOT of people who has seen this but, i actually thought no one would've come across of my blog soooo i made a part two!

• also: don't forget english isn't my first language lol

summary: roman roy has now taken you to his office, of course it's still about buying your shop, but why all of the sudden decided to take you there?

warnings: nothing,, just roman being roman :) and maybe some heat ;)

You finally arrived at the grand building. If the Range Rover wasn't fancy enough for only a 10 minutes ride (actually even less), you could imagine how uneasy you felt while entering such a place like Waystar Royco; you felt pretty unfitting right there, and you think, thank god i remembered to take the fucking apron off.

You entered the big doors slowly, like if it was a new world for you, having your arms crossed against your chest, basically thinking, i know im unwelcomed here and im practically super uncomfortable with all this so im gonna make myself look intimidating. well you think that but your face is having a panic attack. You stopped moving to look around the place, so many people, i mean, you were an insecure introverted gal surrounded by so many people above your level, and that got over your head, shit... i showered today, right? without anyone notice you sniffled your hair to see if you were correct. "great! so let's keep moving" said roman from behind making you jump a bit. shit. you were hoping he didn't see you sniffing your hair like that. "yup, coming- going i- sorry... im following you" you make yourself cringe, felt caught in the moment and got tongue tied.

You step in the elevators with roman and some really jacked security guy, now that guy seems intimidating. Roman couldn't hold it and started laughing at the awkwardness of it all. You can't help but making a weird uncomfortable smirk at the situation. "you realize we don't bite here right?" said roman. im pretty sure you do, you think for yourself. "a lot of... floors" you said quietly, really impatient to get to his office. "now, we're here" roman said a few seconds later being a little cocky about it.

So you enter the floor and roman suddenly put himself in front of you stopping you from moving forward. "first I'd like for you to meet someone" and then you start moving to his direction; he opens a big glass door and let you come in. You first took a glance over the office turning to the right; then you hear a voice from the back that makes you jump again. "that's some first level jeans you got there" you turned and it was fucking logan roy sitting at his desk, that made you jump a little bit as well. "yeah well im not usually dressed for this kind of occasions, see, i only ran a café" you awkwardly laugh at yourself feeling pretty threatened by his presence. "let's talk about that" he seemed serious the whole time so your smile disappeared trying to be more in the moment, you sit down, you frown and tense your lips, and try to make eye contact, but it feels like he's looking at your soul. "your dear lovely, um... coffee shop, it's uuh cute" he smiles at you, you don't say anything because you know he's going to keep talking. "it is also a nice location you got yourself"... he pauses, damn he likes suspense you think. "right next to fucking corporate buildings... that must get a bit annoying doesn't it? so big... over your little humble shop" you silently nod agreeing, you can't fight that logic. And then he tries to get to the crucial part of the conversation. "You could get any part of the city, nice view, where a building doesn't cover all of the sunshine, you can make it bigger even..." You don't say anything, you just keep staring at him, maybe even considering what he's saying, but you don't want to. "how about... 40 mil..." he said. You have your eyes wide open, stayed completely silent. "dad, come on" roman said to logan. "fine, fine, 45 mil then".

You now have roman roy and the emperor of his father staring at you waiting for you answer, at the same time you're feeling like you're sweating under your blouse; The only thing you can think of is not only the fact that the café means a lot to you, but also, why your coffee shop? why do they want that spot or is there something else i don't know about? You haven't said anything yet, you're terrified of making a sound. "you know what? how about you get yourself a nice cup of coffee while you think about it huh?" Logan said trying to be nice?. "roman go with her somewhere around here, in the building" Logan asked roman. "great, im now the service dog of the fucking definition of anxiety here" while he points at you with the palm of his hand. I'll try not to get offended... but maybe you're not that wrong.

Roman decides to take you to his private office and have one of his assistants to bring you two some coffee. He offers you to take a seat in front of him at his desk, where he then sits. The assistant comes back with two coffees on each hand and leaves them on the desk. You rapidly take a sip and of course you drip a bit of coffee, somehow that usually happens to you; you usually get to be a bit awkward around people and somewhat clumsy, nothing wrong with it obviously but, roman can seem to take advantage of that. "fuck, don't you know how to drink coffee? you're dripping like a fucking baby" you ignore his teasing while trying to wipe the coffee out of your blouse but there's no fucking napkins around you. "here... i- i can help" roman said very decently; he stood up, and obviously takes out one of those napkins stored inside of those fancy suits; he took it out, and while you were still sitting on the chair, he stood in front of you, slowly lowering his torso, then gently starts to clean your blouse, very focused on his duty.

You realize how close your faces where to each other; you could feel his warm breath hitting your chest. He still didn't take his eyes off his mission, taking those stains off your shirt; he was frowning the whole time. You didn't want to move, it was taking a bit long, but there was something inside of you that wanted this to last forever; you start staring at him, analysing his whole face, and you could feel your breathing getting stronger. There was a moment where your heart stopped, when suddenly his eyes meets yours and for a moment there's nothing but silence between you two. You felt so much tension that made you intensly grip onto your chair. He suddenly breaks the tension and warmly says, "well, it's off" while he goes back to his chair. Before sitting down he says "well not that much actually, but it looks fine".

After that situation you can feel yourself relaxing and your heart pounding no more. So that's when you start going on about it, thinking, roman roy had let down his guard and had a little moment with each other, but none of you said anything about it, like it was nothing; however, you thought it was, fun. You liked the adrenaline of it, with him.

"so i think we can ta-" you interrupted him when you realize it was getting late, knowing you were supposed to close your café because you promised your co-worker Liza she could leave early today. "oh- shit shit sorry" he looked stunned by your sudden cut off as you look over your watch while quickly getting up from your seat. "actually i think I should come over another time, i ought to go back to my shop- tomorrow! I'll come back tomorrow, Sunday" you tell him.

You rapidly leave the room and not looking back since you were in a hurry. You find yourself unconsciously smiling while you walk to the elevator; you're looking forward for this kind of moment to happen again... and so does roman probably.

continue ✧⁠*⁠。

[beholdingslut]

did you know it’s actually hard to write something with complete gravitas set in the late roman republic because they were all taking the piss. julius caesar climbed up the steps of the temple of jupiter on his knees because his chariot broke outside the temple of fortune and he wanted to cosmically balance out his bad omen (logan roy voice) you are not serious people!

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 6 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: u ask i deliver. (spot the stella girl references) as always please let me know what you think and/or send in requests!

tw: death (logan), cursing, smut - pnv

It's after she has a mini-panic attack in the stall and has to wash the sweat off of her face without ruining her makeup that Stella left the bathroom. She took a deep breath, knowing she was weaving through crowds of the most powerful people in media and politics. It couldn't possibly get more stressful. Now she had to sit in a private lounge with the Roy's and pretend everything was okay. She really didn't know Kendall well enough to know if he was going to defend her from his siblings. "Ken!" She spotted him from behind, grabbing his shoulder.

He flinched and she immediately knows something's up.  His eyes were red, like he was trying really hard not to cry.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh, I'm looking for Shiv, uh,"  he frantically grabbed her hands.  "My dad..."

His eyes darted around and he winced when he talked like he was in pain.  

"Stella girl, I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Oh?"

"My dad, he's uh, not fucking doing well."

Her heart dropped for him.  She knew the feeling all too well.  "Where is he?"

"On a plane over the Atlantic Ocean.  With fucking Tom.  He called Rome and he's on the line with him, but we need to find Shiv."

"Oh my God."

"I know, I know, it's bad."

"Go find her, I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?  I'm sorry, I--"

"It's okay, just go."

Minutes later a smaller boat pulled up next to them and took the Roys and who Stella can only assume is their publicist.  She watched them go.  

Stella stayed for the wedding, being one of the only people in the seats.  News got out about Logan and everyone left.  He heart hurt for Connor.

Wind ripped through her hair as she watched the couple say their vows.  It was a perfect night and she missed Kendall.  They were going to have a fun time, despite what his siblings would say.  She never even got to meet Shiv.  Stella wondered if she even meet her at all now.

Though she didn't like to admit it, Stella was starting to want to settle down.  She was going to be thirty soon and hadn't had a serious boyfriend in years.  Kendall was the first man she had slept with in a long time.  Weddings always fascinated her and she wanted a big one of her own.  

She imagined Kendall micromanaging their wedding planner.  He had already done it before, though, and that worried her.  But even though they had just started dating, she could tell they were both serious about each other.  

"And you may now kiss the bride!"

Connor kissed Willa, holding her tightly.  Stella was sure he was hurting, too.  

She left once they got back to the dock, declining Connor's invitation to an after-party for his campaign.  

"You're like family now."  He had said, hugging her.  The couple had thanked her enormously for staying for the ceremony, something she thought was the obvious choice before she saw the attendance.  

When she got home she immediately called Kendall, leaving a message that he would hopefully listen to soon.  

"Hey, um, Ken, it's me. I just wanted to check up and make sure you're okay, um..." she paused, choosing her words carefully. "Call me if you need me. I'll be there, I promise. Any time, Ken, um, seriously." Stella stuttered through the receiver, knowing how fragile he was.

It was two days later at 4 am when he called. Stella never kept her ringer on at night, but ever since Logan died she didn't want to miss Kendall's call.

"Hi..." she whispered.

He was silent for a second, his voice cracking before he spoke. "Hey."

"How have you been?"

"Uh, it's been rough. I-I need to talk to you."

"Okay, Ken, let me get my shoes on and I'll be there." Stella shuffled around in bed, trying to get her bearings. She pulled the phone away from her face, revealing the time. "Oh shit." She whispered.

"No, I'm here."

"Where, baby?" She stumbled around her room, turning on the bathroom light. Her tiny dog squinted at her from his perch on the bed.

"I'm at your place."

Usually, Stella would be mortified that Kendall was going to see her apartment, but she knew he was hurting. That being said she remembered there were dishes in the sink and underwear on the bedroom floor.

"Oh, God, what?" She accidentally let her surprise out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm like, fucking, ambushing you at your home."

"No, no, Ken, it's okay." She heard him sniffle on the other side of the phone. "I'll be there in two seconds."

Stella threw on a sweatshirt and slippers and put her hair up.

"Kurt." She looked at her dog. "Please be normal with the nice man." The little dog could get a little too excited and wake up the entire apartment complex.

Taking long but anxious strides, Stella reached the door.

The man she saw before her wasn't the Kendall she was used to. This Kendall wore sweats and had stubble lining his cheeks. Even his short hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen, a pink blush all over his face.

She studied him, unsure if he needed a hug or just wanted to walk in.

He moved closer to her, his breath becoming more uneven. His hand softly reached for hers and she took it, pulling him into her.

"It's okay, Ken. I got you."

She felt his fingers grasp her back as if she was going to break the hug.

"I'm not leaving you." Stella stated. He cried into her, sobs racking his body.

They moved to the bed where she sat, cradling his form. His head stayed in the crook of her neck, cold tears falling into her collarbone. Body partially on top of hers, Kendall pulled Stella in at the hip. The tips of his fingertips slid under her sweatshirt, but it wasn't sexual. It was like he needed to feel her skin, her pulse, just to make sure she was alive. And she felt so fucking alive when he touched her.

After his cries died down, Stella spoke, her voice a whisper in the early morning air.

"I lost my dad last year."

Kendall's head was now on her chest, relishing in the sound of her heartbeat. She was so vibrant and different than anyone he had been with. It was hard to imagine she had gone through what he was going through now and come out the other side.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's not about me I just, I just wanted you to know that it gets better."

It was really what he needed to hear. The black hole of grief was swallowing him up. It was like she always knew what he was feeling and what to say.

"I know your relationship with Logan was...tough. But it doesn't make it hurt less."

"I know." He croaked out.

A hot tear soaked her sweatshirt. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh," he lifted his torso up, laying on his side next to her. She turned over too, their faces across from each other.

She gave him the most genuine smile and his heart hurt with too many emotions.

"We can go to bed, we can get up, we can get Chinese food..." her eyes lit up as she said the last suggestion. Stella knew Kendall probably hadn't eaten in a few days. She traced his bicep, "I could really go for some lo mein."

"Okay, fine, yeah." He sighed, knowing she was forcing him to get something in his stomach. "Pretty girl gets what pretty girl wants."

She blushed, pecking him on the lips. "Let me get my phone."

Stella ordered late-night takeout from a place down the block while Kendall laid next to her, staring at the ceiling.

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Kendall was able to get down some fried rice, which was surprisingly better than most of the high-scale restaurants he was used to.

"This is fucking delicious, Stell." He said, sitting at her tiny kitchen table. Stella had Kurt on her lap, as he was now up for the day. The dog looked at Kendall quizzically from across the table.

"Sorry." She said, petting the dog on her lap. "He'll bark if I don't hold him." She cringed. "He has attachment issues."

"Uh, don't we all." Kendall half-joked. Stella snorted, earning a small smile from him.

"You know you can stay here for as long as you want." She stared into his eyes. "You can avoid the craziness here, if you want."

He nodded. "I would. I would. I really fucking would, but...I can't." He rubbed his eyes. "I gotta be somewhere in like, five hours."

Her heart surprisingly sank. "Oh, okay."

"And it's not that I don't want to stay," he assured her. "It's not that at all. But the company doesn't take a day off when dad dies."

She nodded.

"I probably have like," he looked at his phone, which had been mostly untouched for the last few hours. "Thirty more minutes."

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They decided on watching an episode of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which was Stella's favorite show despite being from Westchester.

She had planned to show him her favorite episode and cuddle, but their hands were all over each other the second their bodies hit the couch. It was different, though. They knew each other better now. Movements were slow and meaningful.

Stella gently pushed him down, lips still grazing over his neck. Her hands found his waistband, pulling down the sweats.

His cock pulsed, straining against her clothed core. She ground down on him, fingers tracing over the head of his penis in between them.

"So hard for me, already, baby?"

"I'm not that fucking old." He smirked, admiring her from below. Stella took of her sweatshirt and shirt, her breasts exposed.

Kendall took one in his mouth, tongue circling her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips as he kneaded her other breast. She allowed him to give her some pleasure, but Stella made sure that Kendall was feeling the best he could. No teasing tonight, she was going to cater to him. He slipped on a condom, pumping himself off a few times.

"Let me ride you, Ken." She connected her lips to his, pulling down her shorts and underwear.

He was a stuttering mess underneath her as she lowered herself down onto his cock.

Her body seemed to remember him, as the stretch from his thickness wasn't as bad as last time.  Kendall moaned, hands snaking around her hips, guiding her movements. Stella was secretly glad as she was still not the most experienced at being on top, even at almost-27.

Her hands fell to his chest, raking her fingers down his torso.

"God," he choked out. "I swear you...you have the tightest fucking pussy ever."

He's throbbing inside of her as she swivels her hips on him, his eyes moving back and forth from her face and the bounce of her tits.

Mouth open and head tilted backwards, Stella's lost in pleasure when Kendall flips them over, pushing into her slow and full. Her leg is wrapped around his hips, moaning every time he pushes into her.

"Gonna come for me, Stella girl?"

Her walls clench down on him and the stars in his vision explode. He bites her collarbone and they come together with a groan.

He's still inside of her when she speaks. "Don't try to fuck away the pain, though. Been there done that."

"I can try?" He chuckles. "Right?"

"I think," she kissed him slowly. "I think it's been way over thirty minutes and you have to go."

He looked at his phone on the bedside table. "Fuck."

[mag200]

cannot actually handle the fact that there are people who take metaverse seriously. logan roy voice you are not serious people.

[vonlipvig]

LOGAN ROY VOICE YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS PEOPLE

[livvyofthelake]

last thing about the poll until round four on friday. can’t believe the gay old men from harry potter aren’t winning over a CARTOON. that’s a little ridiculous to me like logan roy voice you are not serious people…

[valyrianfreehold]

Thank you asoiaf tumblr for pointing out how interesting aegon v was ngl I wrote him off bc I never read his awoiaf targ king entry or put any real thought into his story

Like all targ royalty is just Logan Roy voice “you’re not serious people” but egg actually experienced the real world and tried to do something with his kingship and I’m years too late but very proud of our boy

[top10statuesthatcriedblood]

parahoy look lost the outfit poll . logan roy voice none of you are serious people