#eveyone be fucking each other

[startheskelaton]

So umm… what are the romances exactly? Who’s with who? Are there throuples?

Look… all you gotta know is that Sparkplug, Nightflyer and Soundblaster are end game.

The rest of the cast is the Wild West. Everyone is fucking each other and I can’t keep track of it, nor do I want to keep track of it because it leads to more story options.

For all intents and purposes your favorite ship is alive here, as long as it’s not illegal.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Hand holding while walking inside 😍

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Sylus' high-school sweetheart, like the typical power couple that everyone in the campus knows about. A subject of envy and admiration. The couple that eveyone aspire to become.

Imagine years went by and you loathe the very same man you once dreamt of becoming your other half. The one you once build all your dream with only to come crashing down when he left without a word. Not a damn word and he vanished right after that very same night he promised to be yours and only yours.

Imagine Sylus who came back like he never left, at the very same night were you were declared as the heir, the next leader into your father's mafia legacy, there he waltz in the room. Only to have known later that day that he was heir of the rival group your family has been on conflict with.

Imagine not too long after that night, you were walking on your own only to find yourself pressed down on the wall but it was alright, you have been drilled into this situation long ago so it did not take you a lot of effort to press the tip of your gun into his skull, specially when he did not even bothering nudging you off. "It's been a while, Kitten." "Well fuck you- Sylus."

Imagine fucking hating him. You fucking hate him, the way he left without saying anything, the way he act like nothing happened after leaving you. The way he made you feel like all those sleepless nights wondering if you were never enough was all for naught. You fucking hate him, goodness gracious you do but fucking hell. You do miss him.

"Just so you know, I still fucking hate you." You stated in which made him chuckle. Leaning over you to give you a kiss on the crown of your head, fingers brushing through your bare skin as he laid down right beside you. "I know Kitten." He was not asking for forgiveness. Not when he know he doesn't deserve it. Nevertheless, this was enough. Looking over you, he finds you asleep. "I love you. I never stop loving you." Or maybe not, by the way your hand curl into a fist that goes unnoticed by him.

Imagine all the secret late night talks, all the exchange glances. The way the two of you would sneak into the night only to see each other. All the confidential mission but were secretly going out for a date with none other than your family's number one enemy heir. It was funny when you think about. How much you love and hate this very same guy who once break your heart was also the same guy who was slowly trying to fix it.

Imagine one day, you find yourself staring at a white ceiling. Eyes adjusting on the blinding light as you raise a hand to cover it when all of a sudden, you were bombarded with questions. "Who are you?" That was the only question that came out of your mind before everything came crashing out. Your head starts to ache. And before you knew it, everything went black once again.

Imagine years went by ever since the massacre of the your mafia organisation. Sylus got a report stating a person looking very similar to his long lost lover who was believed to have perished long ago has been spotted. It was not like he was not looking forward to it, but it was also not the first time such report came into him. He received at least a hundred reports every month only to be disappointed when everything was done. He knew you were alive, you body was never found. You have to be alive.

"Who are you?" He felt like he had been stab in the heart when you look at him with such distrust. Even when he left you and came back like the asshole he was, you never looked at him like that. "I'm not the one you are looking for." You walked passed him like he was nothing. "Weirdo." You utter, yet somehow. It hurts when you did such thing which was strange, you don't even know that guy.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: I fucked this one up, I'm sorry.

[majorlb]

They discuss recruiting a second guitarist, going as far as having tryouts, but no one clicks.

They have to be good enough to keep up with Charles, but also vibe with the rest of the band.

Edwin sits in the back taking notes for everyone as well as writing down contact information and then politely sees everyone out the door as the band discuss when Thomas King saunters into the room.

He immediately rubs Charles the wrong way, especially since the first thing he does is start the flirt outrageously with Edwin. And no matter how much Edwin rebuffs him, he doesn't seem to get the hint.

He's good at guitar, but his personality clashes with eveyone but Niko, who could probably make friends with a rock if she wanted.

Charles doesn't get the chance to say, 'We'll call you', same spiel they've given everyone else so far, before Crystal says:

"Sorry, but I don't think you're the right fit for us."

Causing Niko to look at her curiously and the smile to drop from Thomas's face.

"I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, you're good at playing but the vibes are off"

"The vibes? Are you fucking for real right now?"

Charles has never been happier being Crystals friend than right now.

"Oy, mind the attitude, mate. Crystal is just making sure we're not wasting each other's time, yeah. The vibes are off, and you're not joining. Bye!"

Yeah okay he's kind of rude about it as well, but the cunt flirted with his boyfriend, infront of him, at what is essentially a job interview.

Crystal and Charles grin at each other when King storms out.

"I thought he was good"

"Yes, Niko, but Charles would go to jail for murder if we let him stay"

"That would be bad for the tour...."

[txttletale]

hi my fgriends and were just discussing how its not possible for men to have close platonic friendships. yeah men just want to fuck each other if two men have a deep bond its because theyre fucking each other in the ass homosexual style. yeah theres just no such thinvg as a close male friendship taht would be super abnormal. theyre all just gay. yeah id say eveyone agrees with us i wasd tlaking to joe biden and he thinks this too. and also hes passing an ew law that says no media is allowed ot show men being friends unless its made explicit that they sucked each others cocks at some point. yeah yeah congress is going to vote overwhelmingly for it because it's packaged with a taxc cut on orphan blenders. sorry

[mistercrowbar]

Would Aldiirn ever recruit Minthara, or would the drow woman be far too scary for him to have around?🤔

I'm literally in the middle of watching a compliation of Minthara's scenes trying to figure this out lmao.

Canonically, Aldiirn has Astarion kill Minthara. Minthara embodies all the traits of Lolth-sworn drow that caused Aldiirn suffering and he doesn't want to go near her. He's also went on to help the tieflings and I prefer the original intended recruitment for Minthara that required raiding the grove. There's not enough reason at the time for Aldiirn to go out of his way to spare Minthara. Howweeevveerrrrrr

Some time ago someone asked me, what if Minthara showed up at Moonrise anyway? Would Aldiirn change his mind? and I'm REALLY tempted to say no but stewing on it, he'd grit his teeth and bail her out of the jail. By then eveyone's well aware that True Souls are mind controlled, Aldiirn's had a step up in confidence, and part of his personal quest is that he wants to see the peoples of the Underdark get away from might is right and cooperate with each other. You're not gonna get cooperation if you let those other people die.

Aldiirn would be strict with Minthara that the camp is run his way and there's no room for racial supremacy (and also she's not allowed near any of the food & drink lol). Cooperating with her might be easier than expected given that Minthara seems eager to prove her loyalty to the player and fuck over the Absolute. Her banter might expose to the others why Aldiirn acts weird the way he does sometimes lol.

[olivia2arsenal]

Lia Walti x Williamson! Reader - Everton

a/n: did say my other fic would be out on sunday but life’s just got really hectic so here’s a smaller one while i finish up with the other one

warnings: none!

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i’ve known wally since forever, her and my older sister, leah, have been best friends since i could remember

just like my sister i had worked my way through the age ranks at arsenal before eventually making my debut at 18

i played along side leah as the cb duo and learnt so much off my older sister

there is a massive gap in our age difference between us two but that’s never really been a problem and if anything made our friendship stronger

wally and i had been seeing each other, much to leah’s dismay, off and on for a few months a couple of years ago before i eventually found the nervous and asked her to be my girlfriend

that’s how we found ourselves here today in a two year relationship and happy as ever

“i’ve got a bad feeling about today” wally said as she came and sat herself in my cubby, myself just finishing getting ready to go out into the tunnel

i knocked my knee against hers

“you’ll be fine wally, what’s making you feel like that?” i asked softly as i slipped my match shirt on

“someone’s going to get injured today” she shook her head, i placed my hand into hers and nudged her chin to look at me

“if it’s really distracting you then tell jonas and i’m sure you can sit this one out” i said softly as she shook her head

“it’s too soon until the match kicks off, i’ll be fine” she said as she pushed herself up and out of my cubby, making her way to the changing rooms door

yet she was far from fine…

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i remember every single detail of the injury

we were in the second half, lotte and me as the centre backs because leah was out with an injury

everton were on the outskirts of the box when lia pushed out too apply pressure

i watched her get the ball and start to dribble before aggies went studs up into her ankles

i winced at the tackle, wally immediately collapsing to the floor and letting out a scream

i was still far back from eveyone and could see everything going on, i watched how lotte and katie push aggie while other shouted at her

i got it, if it was another day with a player that wasn’t so young i probably would have done the exact same thing

but this was different, aggie was still learning, she didn’t mean the tackle and clearly was inexperienced

i’ve played with aggie at england and she’s the nicest person ever, she didn’t purposely mean to hurt lia and was just eager to prove herself

i also knew that she was most likely going to receive a lot of hate on social media from this

of course the first thing i wanted to do was make sure lia was alright but i had to make sure aggie was okay and take her away from this situation

i pushed katie and lotte out of the way while also pushing the few others that were letting their anger be known from their words

they had every right to be mad, as a team we were already struggling with injuries and this was another one added to the list

i wrapped my arm around aggie’s shoulder

“come on” i said sofltly as i walked her away from the situation, i could see the tears building up in her eyes as we separated ourselves from the massive group near the box

“i didn’t mean to y/n” she shook her head as she bent down and covered her face

“ay i know aggie, i know” i said as i pulled her back up and pulled her into a hug

“it’s a learning experience okay, wally will be okay and the girls are just caught up in the moment” i reassured her as i felt her nod against my shoulder

“you’re eager to prove yourself, that’s it, you weren’t purposely going for her ankle okay” i added as one of her teammates walked over and smiled gratefully at me

i let her take over as i jogged back over to wally, now my whole attention was on her

“where the fuck have you been?” katie snapped as i bent down next to lia and held her hand, trying to get her to take some of the pain relief

“not the fucking time katie” i said sternly back as lia looked up at me, my face softening when i saw her looking for reassurance in my eyes

“we will get through this together love” i said softly as i brushed some hair out of her face

“lia we are going to have to put you on a stretcher” the physio said as they started to move her onto the stretcher, wally wincing as they did

eventually they lifted her up on the stretcher and started to walk her to the tunnel, fans clapping for wally

aggie received a red card, as expected, and started to make her way to the tunnel- head down clearly still upset from it all

i patted her on the back as she passed me before the match continued, now having to fight the mental battle of wanting to go and see lia

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i burst into the medical room where wally was, her eyes shooting up to mine and face softening once she saw it was me

“careful you’ll take the door of its hinges” she teased as i made my way over to her, eyes never leaving her ankle

“fuck wally” i muttered as she placed her hand under my chin and moved my eyes to hers

“i’ll be fine” she said softly as there was a knock on the door, both of us turning to the door

“hey, is it okay if i come in?” aggie asked as she popped her head into the room

“of course” wally smiled softly at her

“i just wanted to say sorry, i really never meant to hurt you” aggie apologised as she walked over

“i know you didn’t, i know you eager to prove yourself that’s all” lia reassured her softly

“that’s exactly what y/n said to me” aggie laughed slightly

“great minds thing alike” wally teased

“well i’ll leave you two alone, i just wanted to say sorry” aggie said while wally nodded with a soft smile

i walked aggie to the door, patting her on the shoulder and praising her for how mature she had been with the whole thing

i turned back around once she left and made my way back to wally, finding her hand with mine as we talked- trying to distract ourselves from her injury

“i’m proud of what you did today” wally said softly to me as i gave her a puzzled look

“instead of doing what the rest of the girls did, you looked after aggie and made sure she was okay before you came to me” wally said as she squeezed my hand gently

“i was once in her shoes, having done the exact same thing with the exact same reactions from the other players and it didn’t feel nice at all” i said shaking my head at the memory of when i was younger only just starting my professional career

we could only hope the hate aggie received online was going to be small…

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a/n: hope you all liked this, it was short but just wanted to get something out quickly!

[shellhawk]

AO3 has been scraped again. Dammit.

All the information and updates are here as far as April 22 are here, so please, read it all: https://www.paperdemon.com/app/g/pdarpg/events/view/994/immediate-action-required-your-art-and-writing-has-been-scraped-and-published-in-an-ai-dataset/1

The summary is this: a user of the HuggingFace (a machine learning website where people upload databases, applications and models) that goes by the name of nyuuzyou has done an unauthorized scrape of both artwork and writing from at least seven (7) websites, Archive of Our Own included. You can see it here: https://huggingface.co/datasets/nyuuzyou/archiveofourown Of those seven websites, only two (2) datasets has been deleted.

The dataset of AO3 on HuggingFace is currently disabled, meaning: you can't download it but you can still see the relevant information of the dataset and it could be available again if the copyright infringement/DMCA takedowns requests are countered. As far as of April 23 (today), the AO3 dataset has only 4 copyright infringement notices. I encourage eveyone to do one, since (quoting): "the scraper has not agreed to take down the entire repo. At this time, the scraper has agreed with taking down art from the person who owns the copyright. That means each of you will need to request a takedown".

EDIT: I apologize for not including this in the OG post, but yes, as others in the comments have said, the database "was created by processing works with IDs from 1 to 63,200,000 that are publicly accessible." Work ID means the number in the URL of the works, so if your work has a matching ID between 1 to 63,200,000, then your work is in the dataset and you can fill a DMCA or a copyright infringement notice. The CSV thing on PaperDemon is just a list that you privately (via email) send to the user who did the dataset so they identify your work in the dataset and delete it. So you can do it just, copy and paste your works' ID to an excel file and send that.

The link with all the information I shared above has instructions as to how to do it, but if anyone does it and wants to share their process please feel free to do so.

EDIT 2: The user nyuuzyou has doubled down and uploaded the AO3 dataset (and the other ones, included the ones that they deleted on HuggingFace --fucking ass) to others sites. You can see the sites on this comment: https://old.reddit.com/r/AO3/comments/1k6a3t6/ao3_has_been_scraped_again_for_genai_purposes/moosipe/

EDIT 3: The dataset has been deleted from the ModelScope website. https://www.modelscope.cn/datasets/nyuuzyou/ao3

[mister-eames]

I love and worship the beloved “mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger darling” but ALSO can we please talk about the moment leading up to it? how right after “do it faster!” Comment (a misplaced anger) by Arthur to eames, When eveyone is hating each other and themselves, and eames who really didn’t have to help Arthur (mr-i-missed-the-part-about-fischers-militarized-mind-so-i-have-to-take-all-of-them-down-myself), stayed behind to help him?, I haven’t seen anyone talk/write about this part quite as much as the beloved “darling” comment, cause eames KNEW his idiot husband is blaming himself and just went there to help him and show that he’s not alone? Can we please??

You are correct, nonnie. I suppose I never really noticed Arthur taking it upon himself to deal with the combative projections all on his own in that warehouse, as if compelled to do so. They didn't really need to take them on (or any of them out really) - yes, they were getting 'boxed in' but the rooftop snipers weren't really a threat tbh. They'd be hoofing it outta there in that van in a matter of minutes, regardless.

A: How are we going to reconcile them if they're so estranged?

E: Well I'm working on that, aren't I?

A: Do it faster.

Arthur says 'do it faster' and then goes to take on snipers all by himself. Arthur, who can't just sit around and twiddle his thumbs while they're loading Saito up in the car. Arthur, who may have cocked up this whole job and Cobbs chances off ever getting home by missing the militarisation. Arthur, who must not only must he be blaming himself for this, but he must also be absolutely terrified and cannot, will not show it. Before, the job was a long shot. Now it's a gunshot between him and limbo and whatever horror Arthur perceives limbo to be. It's one gunshot between everyone else and limbo (purgatory? hell?) and them never coming back - or worse, coming back wrong.

Maybe Eames was being cocky and trying to get a rise out of Arthur. Maybe he was trying to distract him. Maybe it's all of the above and Eames knew Arthur enough to know he was kicking himself. What Eames did was he took a bit of the load off Arthur's shoulders with a size joke masqueraded as (valid) advice and a 'darling' and a big ol' explosion - and I think that is one of the reasons why dreamhusbands is so powerful. Because we love the 'darling' line, god knows I do, but what we really love is all the text and subtext that came before it - 'darling' didn't create the Arthur/Eames fandom - it's just another ingredient in the stew.

Eames says 'darling' and we hear 'darling' (supportive), 'darling' (derogatory), 'darling' (affectionate), 'darling' (cautionary). Their entire relationship throughout the film is laden with loaded words and unspoken words that speak to their history. And that really is the thing - Eames didn't need to be there. He didn't need to tell Arthur to 'dream bigger' in that moment. Eames, who is trying to juggle a severely shortened timeline and has as much pressure on him than anyone else, if not more, to try and play therapist to Fischer, still didn't let Arthur's snappish finger-clicking get a rise out of him. Still saw in Arthur what Arthur was feeling. And Arthur, who says 'do it faster', welcomes Eames helping him out - in fact, when he sees Eames approach, his whole body relaxes like his strings were cut. It's fucking teamwork.

[a-b-riddle]

As someone who just got married a handful of months ago your elopement response to the wedding ask KILLED ME. It's so true though, we DIYed and planned our own large wedding and so many times I wish we had just eloped and damn the consequences (our moms would have spoken to us again...eventually). If I can give you a couple of pieces of advice that helped/ I wish someone had told me (feel free to tell me to fuck off and quit reading if you want!)

1. Have a bridesmaid/ friend/ family member who is tasked with ensuring that you eat and drink water through out the getting ready process and the reception - as a bride the day is insanely busy, emotional, and probably a little stressful - and it's so easy to forget to fuel your body for the long day and night ahead.

2. Take a few moments post ceremony but pre-reception to get away from eveyone with your spouse- no photographers or wedding party or guests. Just focus on each other and anchor the feelings and sights of each other in your mind. Every bride I've spoken too, and myself, found that the day was such a whirlwind of emotion and tasks and people that most of it felt like an out of body experience - there's so much happening internally and externally. You likely won't remember huge portions of it until you get your photos. So take some for yourself and each other to really be as present as possible.

3. On that note, no matter how amazing your photographer is, have a couple of trusted people tasked with taking candids of the getting ready process (bride and groom alike) and reception - including the guests! We had a fantastic photographer, but I armed one of my bridesmaids with a Polaroid and she got some of my favorite pictures (like the one of me and my MOH sharing a mirror to touch up our makeup, or a thumb war between our baby cousins at dinner).

4. Remember that at the end of the day, you get to marry the person you've chosen to spend your life with- that's the goal. If you do that, you've won. Everything else is gravy.

Congrats to you both my dear!

I wanted to elope but NO. Our families are unfortunately too big and too tight knit for that.

Thank you so much for the advice. If I feel up to it, I'll post pics of the wedding, but it's not until October.

[william-murderface]

So everyone has a specific style. Like, Skwisgaar and Nathan shave, while everyone else has well kept facial hair. Eveyone has pants/jeans, except you. You all wear boots, except Pickles. You, Toki and Nathan have regular sleeves, and Pickles and Skwisgaar went sleeveless. Skwisgaar is the only one with a belt.

Did you all come together and decide on a look and then deviate from that? What made you go for that signature William Murderface outfit?

I've been wearing this shit since Magnus has been in the band! But really, I think the longer we lived with each other, the more we picked up from one another. Or figured out what we liked, what suited us the most.

Like, Nathan never used to wear boots, but Skwisgaar and I sold him on the idea because it is much more metal.

There wasn't much thought put behind our outfits, honestly. The one thing we all agreed to agree on was music, but if we took after each other or decided to change something up, then fuckin' whatever.

Honestly, I just fucking hate jeans. They make me chafe, even when I was a lot smaller and fuckin' ratty. And growing up in the south, where jeans were just like, a thing? They were just way too hot for me.

The vest? C'mon. You can't go wrong with a good vest and smooth baseline.

[myighlou]

haha maybe one of the primary reasons that harry finally goes to therapy after the game (41st being a busy station, and harry not remembering a single thing, and kim transferring might not help too much with leaving everyone with a ton of free time) is how he realizes how much hes started idolizing kim. his own innocence right in front of him. staring up at him like he did a broken stained glass windown not so long ago. maybe his final push to prioritize getting therapy, not letting this all too familiar feeling take him over again. he might not remember exactly but hes seen what it resulted in first hand, hes experienced it. 

third times the charm, this time it might completely tear both of them down, untill there is nothing left. there is remnants of the previous two times within him and jean and in a bit of everyone around them. harrys bearly starting to connect the dots of his previous life but he knows for certain it would be the last time if he spirals into this obsession again.

(i like to think that a bit after jean and harry met and became partners at 41st, they dated for like a month max. harry was still reacently recovering from the breakup with dora and jean was there as a sort of savior from that. right person wrong time sort of thing ig? then broke up after realizing how fucking bad it was for both of them. maybe they still might be a bit bitter it didnt work out and maybe they still want it to but in the end it was better (not by much) for eveyone like this)

the ending where kim joins 41st (ive only played that one so far and havent watched any of the others yet, but man its been living in my head rent free) is such a catalyst for change within 41st. one of the top detectives from an other station is already going to be such a big help to lessen the stress and workload for the others already there. kims arrival, and harry seeking therapy (hopefully jean too that bitch needs it a shit ton too), it gives the whole station time to breath, to truly catch a break. with a slightly lessened work load on each of the members, they have time to focus on things other then work, to not have to drink themselves into amnesia on the job (*cough cough* harry- but imo jean and the others just as much, theyre more responsible on the job but its hard as fuck on them too, especially with harry pre game) 

within time, lots of time, they can all grow close again, harry can get to know each of them over again and things can not just go back to the way they were but better 

thats what i wanna think anyway, pls just let then be happy oml

anyway thats all i wrote this at 2 am pls dont mind if its fucked lmaoo

[queenilyrian]

Not trolls and other dweebs going around suddenly with so much tea. Everyone apparently saw,knows Henry and Natalie, everyone was at their wedding, they cheated on each other ,they have 87 illegitimate children,the wedding was this month and that year, and no one can provide a god damn picture. Eveyone has a phone. And a camera. Everyone is one their phones. All the time. If I saw an extremely hot celebrity maybe I wouldn’t approach them but I would make sure I snap that picture! I would ask my colleagues to snap a picture too. Maybe even a short video. Yet somehow up until the last 48h no one said anything. Ever. They were waiting for this day to share ALL THIS TEA with random folks on the internet. Deux Moi with their million followers had no idea but suddenly they too have all the tea. Spare me. Please .

Two grown ups with a child might be married. Well fuck that’s so unusual. Never happens! Who could have predicted that? Wow! Scandalous!

Internet needs to be banned for a year and return everyone to factory settings

[ask-steven-stevenson]

//mod i DESPERATELY need to figure out what the fuck has been happening. why the shit are all of the phone men un-phoning. i really really need an explanation. it would be absolutely lovely if you could like... give a summary of everything that's happened within this blog today?

O GOT U!!

Okay, so from my knowledge; there was an anon who had magic! They went around and kept messing with the other phone men. Yet, when they went to Terrence to give HIM a flesh head; Terrence killed him. (I think.) and the only anon who can change them back is locker away in a room? (From what O heard from another anon. That covers the flesh heads

As you saw last time, Steven got in trouble because anons running amuck, due to such things Terrence had to tell him what to do. So, basically! Steven tried to start the ritual! Yet, once it ran out they kept. Teleporting him into Dicken’s and Terrence’s arms.

If.. that makes sense.

Uhh.. TDLR: an anon made eveyone have flesh heads, except when they went after Terrence, they died. The one who can change them back is somewhere. Also Anons keep teleporting Dickens and Steven around, either to each other or Terrence.

Terrence has kicked them out three times, and the last time ended by Dickens and Steven crying in a dumpster.

[hellsgreatestfaggot]

H-Hey….. gulps…. Cultist Vox with a worship kink & male reader…. :3

SAY NO MORE this gonna get kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

Cultist!Vox x Male reader hcs & fic

WARNINGS: Dom!Vox ,, Praise AND degredation (ima spoil you today),Vox being kinda mean but ina hot way , Power kink, using wires to tie you up idk if that counts as bdsm , etc bro

how do i write a cultist “Haah! join this group of batman looking demons with daddy issues or face my wrath! (dick)”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

• Starting off on a lighter note , i just KNOW he would be a switch, 100% top leaning and would 100% be a power bottom if he had to . (for this fic hes gonna be a top though😇)

• Would love hearing you whine, any noise at all you make he would adore, followed by praises and him speeding up and grunting into your neck from behind.

“Let me here that voice, c’mon now. Doing so good f’me.”

“Cmon baby i know you can take more.”

• Would REVEL in making you beg. He definitely has a power kink so he would adore how much you’d plead for him to touch you.

“Whats wrong, so desperate your already whining for me like a bitch? pathetic.”

• His hands. He has those claws, imagine him grabbing onto you, digging into your skin until you bleed a bit. once that happens and he takes notice, hed lick it off, again praising your endurance for this.

• Pet names and nicknames would be his shit ngl, hed rock with mean ones and praise ones. things like “Pretty Boy, Baby, Good boy” and for mean ones stuff like “Bitch, slut, cockwhore, etc”

• You know how he has wires? All im gonna say is Bondage. (“No bond stronger than those formed through bondage!!!!” -Angel dust) He would tie you up to make you shut up while you take him, and he would adore it.

You sat up, snapping out of a daze, slowly finding out that the entire time youd been in this meeting you’d been half asleep, beginning to lean back in your chair as Vox and the other people with you were droning off in the backround about political-company bullshit as usual, that you werent even intrested in. How you got roped into this so-called “Job” youll never know. Could have been drunk, could have been curiousity, or maybe it was just Vox himself. But now that youd signed your soul off to Vox and his company you couldnt leave, there was no escape, you simply had to attend those boring meetings he hosted, You had to be there to shine his shoes, fetch him documents, keep track of sales and you despised every vile second you had to be there. Atleast the money was good?

You sat up, glancing quickly at your watch and realizing you still had a long, long time before this bullshit was over. You leaned back in your chair, and glanced over at Vox who you had’nt even realize stopped talking. He was staring at you. “Fuck. how long was he looking at me? There goes my job i guess.“ You held eye contact with him as he walked towards you. He looked pissed. He came up behind your chair, placing a hand on your elbow and leaning into you.

“Stay put when were finished with this. I need to talk to you before we leave.”

For the rest of the night you behaved. You sat in perfect posture, chiming into each topic occasionally , praising Vox for his work, all in an attempt to not get fired. He eyed you all night, keeping a close eye on you. He knew you were sucking up to him. As much as you hated this job , Who wants to get fired? Ego damage first of all, second you need money for everything that is anything. Finally eveyone was dismissed. Everyone exept for you. You sat in your seat, attentive to Vox. You sat in that chair for what felt like hours, as Vox looked you up and down.

“What makes a pathetic worker like you think you have the right to pull that shit in the middle of a meeting.” Radio silence. “Answer me, now.” What were you supposed to say? “Sorry Vox! i just hate these dogshit meetings so much i just fell asleep!” He wouldnt take that. Noone would.“Since you dont wanna talk ill have to make you.” He bent down, eye to eye with you in the chair. His eyes were intoxicating. You didnt even realize what he had been doing. All you knew was that you lusted for him. It was like a craving only he could satisfy. You did the only thing you could think of and got on your knees, hoping to rip out any praises you could get from him.Within seconds he was stripping you down, and admiring the way you looked at him. He looked down at you, narrowing his eyes as he said the words “beg for it.”

You pleaded for him pathetically. Mindlessly. All while he gazed down at you, drinking up any whine or plead you had managed to spit out. “How pathetic of you. If you listen youll get what you want.” He pet your head like some sort of pet made for his amusement as he unzipped his pants, letting them hit the floor. only to be met with one word, “Suck.” As almost as if it was normal you immediately obeyed, taking him as he ruthlessly began to ram into you. Grunts filled the room as tears welled up in your eyes from how rough he was being “Whats wrong? cant—mnh—.,cant take it? Suck it up, whore.”

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This is getting to lengthy so im gonna cut you off here sorry pooks maybe ill make a part two if your super nice n buy vbucks/j!!

[byllsbytch]

Birthday Baby! - Tom Kaulitz

It was Tom's birthday and I drove to his House. I knocked on the door with cake, a gift bag around my wrist and balloons in hand and of course a party hat to accommodate.

Simone, Tom's mother, opened the door.

"Oh hi Y/N!!" She exclaimed grabbing the cake out my hands. I gave her hug and kiss on the cheek.

"How you been?" I asked, glancing at the living room littered in streamers and balloons.

"Great! Just finished setting up and waiting for Tom to get back from the liquor store."

"Eighteen!" I gasp, "how you feel?"

"I'm feeling so old!" She blurted putting her hand on her chest.

I followed her into the kitchen where Tom's mates Georg and Gustav were hanging out. Meanwhile, Georg frantically rummaged through the drawers and cabinets searching for batteries for the turntable set.

"Ah-ha!" Exclaimed Georg holding the batteries in the air. "Oh, hey Y/N" he realised me sitting there and ran over for a bear-hug.

"Hey Georg" I replied earning a quick glance from Gustav who was engrossed in setting up the party games.

He rushed over to the DJ set and starting playing some songs. Simone cringed at the music, quickly hurrying to the backyard before she heard the profanities.

I put down my present and placed the balloons in the corner.

"Where's all these friends Tom's been going on about?" I questioned.

Georg yelled over the music, "He's not having his party today."

I nodded, "So this is it?"

"Yeah, besides Shyla and Bill, they're still glamming up."

I heard a bang on the fly screen and walked to the door.

"Hey girlie" He smirked, leaning against the wall.

"Hey birthday boy." I grinned as I unlocked the door. "Ooh, a carton of Beer, think we grown don't we?"

Tom looked down at the box in his arms.

"Well I am eighteen." He remarked, placing the carton on the floor.

"Come here" He opened his arms and I walked toward his embrace, the smell of musky cologne lingering in my nose.

We kissed each other on the cheek.

"Long drive?" He questioned, picking up the box of alcohol.

"Nah, not too long, it was longer though considering I did drive by the city."

He nodded as I followed him to the kitchen.

Gustav walked up and patted Tom on the back "Happy Birthday Tommy."

"Thanks" he smiled.

At that the fly screen was banging again and there stood Shyla and Bill in their hands were bottles of wine and vodka, as well as a bag of logs.

The pair walked in and placed their drinks in the esky.

"I should get this fire started shouldn't I?" Said Shyla, heading outside with the bag of wood.

I grabbed the esky and wheeled it outside into the shed, inside was a German flag hung up, posters of playboy models, a beat up fridge, TV, pool table, random couches placed everywhere and a pop up table with plastic cups, ping pong balls and a ashtray.

Eveyone started walking inside the shed, Gustav started playing pool with Tom and Georg was setting up the DJ set in the room. Bill sat down and Shyla was still setting up the fire pit.

"Shame we didn't think of starting up the barbecue." Moaned Gustav.

"Always next time." Replied Tom, taking a sip of his beer.

I stood and watched the boys play pool and a sudden sharp pain went in my stomach.

I rushed to the bathroom and saw blood as I wiped myself.

"OH FOR FUCK SAKE!" I yelled in frustration.

"Hey you ok?" Called Gustav from behind the door.

"Uh yeah." I sighed "Can you get Shyla."

"Uh, yeah sure." At that I heard footsteps receding and after 5 minutes I heard Shyla's voice.

"What wrong Doll?" She asked concerned.

"You gotta plug?" I asked.

"No sorry babe, I just used them last week."

"Can you run to the chemist?" I asked.

"I'm sorry can't risked getting pulled over. Im over the alcohol limit."

I groaned.

"What about Bill?"

"He's had more drinks than me." She said hesitantly.

"Only Gustav is sober."

"Can you get him to grab me some tampons?" I pleaded.

"Okay Sweet." She replied.

After another 15 minutes Gustav came back from the deli down the coldersack, handing me the box of tampons.

"Thanks Gus." I called and went to open the box.

I held the tampon in my hand and scoffed. 'What the actual fuck.' I thought.

These were massive. I checked the box and saw 'extra heavy flow' written on the box.

I mentally cringed and struggled to get sorted. After all the chaos I sat back in the shed drinking beer while thanking Gustav for his hospitality.

The pain got worse and Tom told me to go and lay in his room if i needed to.

I walked in there and laid down in his bed, cudling in his sheets while I tried nap.

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I woke up holding my stomach as if it would cure the sharp pain. I heard Music still playing outside and a eruption of laughter. Damn I wish these annoying ass cramps would go away.

The light suddenly flicked on and Tom walked in, reeking of alcohol and a cigarette hanging out his mouth, with a glass of water and packet of fresh panadol.

"Mum quickly popped by and dropped these off.."

I looked up at him

"Tell your Mum I said thanks" I smiled.

"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed "You're so pale."

"I'm sorry" I sighed. "I'll just go home, you shouldn't be looking after me on your birthday."

"No, no don't worry about it. You can stay the night if you wish."

"Thanks Kaulitz." I kissed his cheek and went to get up, putting my jumper back on.

Georg walked in with something in his hands.

"Sorry Tom I forgot to give you your best present." He grinned throwing about 50 condoms at Tom.

His eye went wide and I just laughed silently.

They were scattered everywhere with a label "extra small" scribbled onto them with a sharpie.

Tom frantically picked them up, trying to hide them although I already seen them.

He shot dirty looks at Georg as Georg bellowed with laughter.

"Enjoy Y/N!" He called walking away.

"She's on the fuckin rag!" Yelled Tom.

"And you got the wrong size!" He continued

"It's okay Tom you don't have to be embarrassed not everyone's long in the schlong." I joked to which his face went bright red.