#like shes following me around but wont sit on my lap

[faunandfloraas]

sitting your butt on my seungmin banner?!?! How rude.

[obsidianbaby]

But that's what I love about you

synopsis - you always get told you're too loud and that your laugh is incredibly annoying but that's what your boyfriend chris loves about you the most

warnings/notes - NONE!! pure fluff, established relationship with chris, some pets names but like get over it ?

a/n - i loveddddd writing this request i had so much funnnn thank you sm @presleyanswrites

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The boys are pacing around the living room getting ready to go out to film a car video and chris notices you sulking on the couch.

"hey babe are you coming with us?" Chris asks from the kitchen looking over at you. Your face buried in your phone reading through comments on the last youtube video you featured in with the triplets.

"omg she's so fucking annoying"

"dont know how chris can put up with her"

"if i had her as a gf i would want to kms"

"her laugh tho? yikes"

"they must be so sick of her fr"

"how to fix my eardrums after hearing her yap the whole video no borax no glue"

chris noticing the sad look on your face, he wonders over to the couch and takes a seat beside you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. You continue to doom scroll through the comments, not being able to take your eyes off of the public hate flooding the internet.

"babyyyyyy" chris says softly against your neck.

"hmm?" you say not taking your eyes off of the screen.

"did ya hear me?" he asks, softly brushing the hair out of your face.

"no sorry, what did you say?"

"are you gonna come film with us? want you there with us tonight." he says sweetly, wrapping his arms around you pulling you against him.

"um... no i think i'll skip this one" you say quietly.

"what? you cant!!" Nick shouts from the kitchen.

you immediatley look up at nick and matt standing in the kitchen looking over at you and chris sitting on the couch.

"no it's okay guys i think i'll just go to bed or something" putting your phone down on your lap, the screen still open.

Matt and nick nod at you and start walking towards the stairs to the garage door.

"meet ya down there chris" Matt shouts as they disappear down the stairs.

"yeah guys i'll be there in a minute" chris says back. He sits up and turns his body towards you on the couch, "what's wrong baby?" chris asks searching your face.

"nothing chris im okay, just tired." you lie, looking down at your lap where your phone sits. Chris follows your gaze and sees your phone open on your lap and he looks back at you.

"whats going on hmm?" chris asks softly, reaching his hand to lift your chin to face him and he sees the emptiness in your puffy eyes. "have you been crying baby what's wrong?" he asks rubbing his hand against your cheek.

"it's nothing dont worry about it, go and film your video chris i'll probably be in bed when you get home" you say looking into his eyes, you can see the concerned look painted across his face and it melts your heart, you feel guilty about him wasting his time here with you instead of having fun with his brothers.

"listen, you can't lie to me like that you know how well i can read you," he starts, cupping your face in his hands bringing your face closely to his and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, "now tell me what's going on i wanna help"

you close your eyes enjoying the soft embrace of his warm hands holding your heavy head and you let out a heavy sigh trying to collect your words without breaking out in a sob.

But chris is right in the way he can read you and he instantly pulls you into him and you bury your face against his chest, your tears starting to fall.

"its okay baby im here i've got you" he says rubbing your back in soft circles, "tell me when you're ready okay? i wont force you to talk about it if you dont want to okay?"

you nod into his chest and take a few deep breaths collecting yourself before you back up to look into his eyes, "i just feel like people don't want to see me with you guys. like in your videos... I don't think they like me that much..."

Chris nods and looks towards your phone sitting in your lap, "whats going on hm? you wanna show me?"

you hesitate fumbling your phone in your hands before you sigh and hand it over to him. He takes the time to read the disgusting comments glaring from your phone screen, the same that are still swimming in your mind.

he shakes his head and closes the app, putting your phone down behind him.

"you know none of that is true, right?" he says, reaching out to wipe the silent tears now strolling down your cheeks.

"but its not just a couple comments here and there, so many people are saying the same shit. That I'm too loud, that my laugh is annoying, that i talk too much, that you guys must be fed up with me i just feel so disgusting and embarrassed."

chris's eyes sadden at your words and he sighs looking down shaking his head, "i know dating a content creator must be difficult for you baby, there's always going to be people who have nothing but negative and hurtful shit to say but they don't matter."

"but they're right chris, your fans aren't the only people who've said im too much for them, i've been told that im too much my whole life.." you say hiding your face in your hands.

Chris gently holds your hands and pulls them away from your face holding them in his as he looks into your eyes.

"yet you're here with me right now. and you know what? you're not too much, not for nick, not for matt, and especially not for me. I love you and i love how outgoing and loud you are." he says smiling sweetly at you.

"but-" you start but chris interrupts you.

"but that's what i love the most about you. I love your contagious laugh, i love the way you can freely share your thoughts and opinions without hesitation. You're perfect for me and my heart would break if you ever tried to dim your light because of jealous assholes hiding behind their screens on the internet." he says smiling at you.

you sigh, knowing your boyfriend is right. he chose you. and he's choosing to give his undivided attention to you right now to make sure you feel better and to show you how much you mean to him.

"i love you...." he says looking at you waiting for a response.

"i love you too chris. i appreciate you so much you know that." you say meeting his eyes. he presses his forehead against yours and the two of you stay like that for a moment.

he pulls away and looks at you a stupid grin on his face, "of course you love me i'm the best" and you giggle at him shaking your head.

"i wouldn't go that far..." you say teasingly and he gasps pretending to act offended making you laugh. man he always knows how to make you feel better.

Chris's phone suddenly vibrates, an incoming call from nick coming up on his screen and he looks at it and answers it quickly, "yeah nick im coming okay be down in a minute" and he hangs up pocketing his phone.

"its okay if you still want to stay home baby it's up to you but just so you know, the three of us want you there yeah?"

"i know... I think i'm still going to stay home, probably watch a movie."

"sounds good baby, i'll text you okay?" chris says pulling you into a big hug and he sprinkles a bunch of kisses all over your face.

"see you soon" you say as you watch your boyfriend get up and walk towards the stairs to the garage.

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a/n - first fluffffffff let me know what y'all think!! sorry if you hate the pet names "baby" and "babe" i literally cannot stand y/n so i try really hard not to use it okok thank you for reading mwah!! xx

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[meowpupp]

Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

pt1

owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?” 

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail. 

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door. 

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions. 

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition. 

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep. 

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him. 

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch. 

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you. 

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck. 

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out. 

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-” 

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing. 

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you. 

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.” 

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

[mingyuonlyfans]

thinking about camgirl!yeojin and bff!camgirl!reader

she'd be so shy and red while asking you, but lights up when you agree in your best nonchalant façade. she'd blabber on about all the ideas she has, how she'd set up her place to accommodate the both if you and please the audience, and even what toys she'd like for you to use on her. you'd be so flustered, just nodding mindlessly because oh my god your head is spinning just from thinking about fucking your hot best friend.

the day finally comes and after doing a striptease for the viewers (and maybe for you too since she wont stop winking and sending suggestive looks your way), yeojin introduces you though you barely need it seeing as the both of you are top streamers. your periwinkle panties are already soaked through and your nipples are straining against the lace material of the matching bra. yeojin pulls you to sit on her lap, her lips immediately finding purchase on your warm neck. you shiver at her touch, feeling her hardened nipples against your bare back. your hips grind down on her- she chuckles, "already so eager, y/n? we've barely started."

her fingers inch down the fragile waistband of your lace bottoms, slipping past it to spread your lips apart. yeojin's breath is hot against your skin when she whispers, "pretty baby is so wet for me. just can't wait to get fucked, huh?" after toying with your clit for a little bit, yeojin slips a finger in once she's satisfied with the volume of your whines. she starts to slowly pump while reading some comments, her free hand fondling your lace-clad breast.

"you two are so hot together🥵🥵" "that lingerie is pretty but i bet you'd look better without it" "pls pls show us her pussy" "can you make her squirt?" "bet you'd look so good stuffed with my cock"

the comments make your pussy clench around yeojin's finger, but the last two really catch your attention. yeojin groans because of your increased tightness, teeth nipping at your earlobe. she easily slips in another finger, scissoring them to stretch you out. strings of mewls and whimpered profanities fall from your lips as yeojin pumps them faster, your core squelching due to the abundant amount of slick dripping.

"fuck, baby, you're so wet. you're ruining your pretty panties," yeojin coos before looking straight at the webcam. "do you guys see how fucking wet she is? she's dripping all over the fucking sheets. how about we take these off, huh?" she removes her hand from your breast and pulls on the waistband of your panties, letting go to let them snap back on your skin. you jump at the sting, a surprised moan leaving your lips. yeojin pulls out her fingers, you whine in protest but she soothes you with small kisses on your neck, and pulls off the offending garment.

nudging you gently, yeojin positions you so that you're on your back, her monitors upside down from where you are. the feeling of a hand brings your attention back to your best friend who's swinging one leg over yours. you barely have time to think when she removed her panties when you feel her wetness against yours. against your better judgment, a high-pitched moan forces its way out your throat.

yeojin continues to grind her pussy against yours; the coil in your stomach tightens ever so slowly. one particularly angled thrust of yeojin's hips gives your clit the well-deserved friction, your own hips jerking against hers while you mewl under her as a response.

yeojin halts her movements. your eyes follow her as she bends over you, reaching for something you couldn't be bothered to look at- that is until she's pressing the tip of it against your lips.

the double-headed dildo is more than a foot long, its girth surely more than you usually handle- you wonder when yeojin had the time to get it. she nudges the tip against your lips again, and this time you gladly take it in. she pumps it in and out of your mouth, watching in content and lust as drool dribbles down your chin. yeojin collects the streaks of drool with two fingers before reaching down to rub slow circles on your clit with them. she pulls the toy out of your mouth abruptly.

"look at her-she's fucking drooling." yeojin scoffs, glancing at the camera. "do you like getting fucked that much, babygirl? so eager that even facefucking gets you all squirmy and nasty?"

you nod hastily at her words- oddly enough, they're turning you on even more. you feel your slick and hers drip down the inside of your thighs and onto the soft material of her pink heart-shaped carpet. such a dirty thing to do on such a cute carpet, you think.

you watch with hooded eyes as yeojin rubs the other end of the toy on her folds, teeth catching your bottom lip when you see how her juices make the pink silicone glisten. she inches it into herself slowly, mouth agape as her body slightly shakes to accommodate the girth. yeojin sighs in content before pumping the toy in and out of herself, soft moans leaving her pink lips. she catches your gaze before glancing at her computer. with a click of her tongue, she slightly moves away from you.

"get on your knees." she commands; you adjust yourself, now facing the computer. the sight on the monitor is admittedly very erotic: your boobs spilling out of the periwinkle lace, nipples hard, and yeojin's swollen cunt hugging the pink double-headed dildo just peaking out from between your thighs. her warm hands suddenly grip your hips and she's moving you so that your side is what the camera captures. yeojin flashes you a smile via the screen- a contrast to the way she's grinding the dildo against your sopping folds.

with controlled movements, she rubs the blunt head of the toy against your clit in slow, torturous circles until you're desperately begging as your hips push back to chase the friction. "yeojin, please. god, i need it- i need it so bad, baby. please fuck me-!"

the blunt head suddenly stretches you, making your best friend laugh at the surprised, high-pitched moan you let out. with a desperate whine, you push back even more. yeojin lets you, enjoying the way the toy disappears into your wet cunt inch by inch, a sticky cream collecting around it. it doesn't take long for you to adjust, rocking yourself back and forth on yeojin's faux cock eagerly within moments.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when yeojin syncs up her albeit slow thrusts with your movements. her hands move from your hips to your waist, using this as leverage as she quickens her pace. her slow and calculated thrusts turning rough and almost animalistic. heat floods your cheeks when you remember that the toy is inside her too.

between her harsh thrusts and whiny moans and grunts of effort she finds the strength to talk. "you love this don't you, pretty girl? getting fucked on your knees like an absolute slut. your cunt is taking my cock so well, angel. you feel so fucking good like this."

a jolt of pleasure courses through you; yeojin sneaked her hand between your legs and started rubbing on your clit while she was talking. you lurch forward as your arms give out. yeojin groans at the new sight before her.

"fuck, you look so good like this, baby. you gonna cum, sweet girl? gonna cum all over my cock?"

her relentless thrusts and pinches on your clit finally send you over the edge. the sound of clinking coins indicating donations fill your ears as an intense first orgasm crashes down on you. your eyes roll back while your tongue slips out of your slightly swollen lips. yeojin fucks you through your bliss until she cums, all loud moans and erratic thrusts, triggering another influx of donations.

she doesn't stop there- somehow she finds enough energy to give you a few more sharp thrusts, her fingers still rubbing roughly on your clit. a strangled moan rips from your throat as another orgasm strikes you. your legs quiver and you feel something gushing behind you, your thighs getting stickier and wetter.

"holy fuck, yn! you squirted," yeojin exclaims, wide eyes darting from your cunt to the screen that displayed the viewers' delight to your second orgasm. yeojin bends over you, driving the toy impossibly deeper into you. "look, baby. they love you. how about we give them a little bit more, hmm? you think you can handle a few more, pretty girl?"

[obxlovers-posts]

Pretty in pink

Warnings- smut 18+

Summary- cute lil fluff rafe being sweet. Sarah’s friend stays at her house with rafe

Requests are open! :)

Word count- 1,272

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Sarah sets down a small box with different nail polishes next to me on the couch. I reach in pulling a couple out looking through them

"Take them all, I haven't used them and don't wanna waste"she says

Rafe sits beside me holding his hand out I look at the nail polish in my hand and hand them to him. I watch him shake his head and put back the dark blue.

"I'm gotta go, John B needs me. You want me to run you home?"sarah asked rafe looks at me

"Uh, no I can wait here"i say giving her a smile

"I likely wont be back"she says slipping her shoe on

"I'll make sure she gets home"rafe says still looking through the colors. Sarah doesn't fuss, she also doesn't like her brother, but she knows he won't let anything happen to you.

Being Sarah's best friend means you've spent a lot of time in the mansion and a lot of time spent around rafe. Sometimes it felt like you knew him better than Sarah who would blow him off or argue with him. With you it's like he is a different person and Sarah can tell which is why she trusts him with you. On the other hand she knows you and how you light up around him or how you get shy all the little things just as you know of him.

"We can do something tomorrow"Sarah says hearing the honk from the Twinkie

"It's fine Sar"I say before she heads out the door

Rafe grabs my leg from beside me tugging it so I'm facing him with my feet in his lap and he holds up a pale pink nail polish to my foot. I smile to him as he smirked to himself placing the box aside. Not what I would've chosen but he likes it

He takes my foot in his hand rubbing circles on the bottom. He starts painting my toes and surprisingly it wasn't a disaster. He wipes off the extra leaving a pale pink stain on his finger. I watch his hands as he switches feet letting the other one dry. I look at his gold ring it's usually on his index finger is now on his middle finger I scrunch my brows.

"You okay?"he asked looking at me as my eyes meet his

"Your ring it’s different"I say nodding my head

"Sometimes I play with it and move it around"he says finishing my toenails he brings my foot closer to him blowing on it making me giggle

"Don't mess it up" he groans as I wiggle

"How much time do you spend looking at my hands?"he smirked

"What?"i ask

"You noticed my ring. "he says looking at me in between blowing so the nail polish dries. My mouth is dry and my heart is racing. I adore the look in his eyes.

“I notice a lot about you”I say he looks at me before tapping my toenail

“All dry”he says pulling it closer to him placing a kiss on my ankle and kisses on the inside of my calf

"Rafe"I say as he leans up his hand following his lips on the other side of my leg pushing it closer to his face kissing my knee

"Hmm"he hums against my skin as his face moves up to my thigh my head falls back trying to hide the smile. He’s usually touchy but this is different and it’s bringing butterflies to my stomach

"I wanna see you pretty girl"he says I lean my head back up biting the inside of my lip he smiled his hands trail down to the hem of my summer dress pushing it back. I try to back myself up but his hands slip on my ass pulling me back to him

"Rafe not on the couch someone could see"I whisper

"Let them watch"he says peeking up to me as his hands work the lace on my underwear tugging them towards himself I lift my foot and he tosses them on the floor

His face returns to the inside of my thigh my head falls back once again as he gets closer I feel him stop and his hand wraps around my throat. The cold ring making me go crazy and I swallow as he leans above me rubbing my clit with his other hand

"What did I say" he says pushing his lips into mine as his finger slips into me making me moan in his mouth he quickens his pace adding another finger

"My girls so wet"he says and I can see the lust dripping in his bright blue eyes he moves back down my body his mouth hovering over my exposed pussy. He slides his finger back in until I’m met with the cold hard metal of his ring I groan my hand finding his and pushing it deeper

“You like my ring inside you?”he asked tilting his head

“I like you inside me”I say watching his eyes Subconsciously moving myself closer he removes his finger replacing it with his tongue sending a rush through me. His hands hold my hips causing me to clench harder around his head. My hands quickly find his hair. He groans wrapping his hands under my ass cheeks pulling me up with him I wrap my legs around him

He packs me upstairs to his room laying me on the bed quickly taking his shorts and boxers off.

He pushed me back on his bed towering over me he rubs his dick on my stomach trailing down before slowly pushing himself in I gasp taking him in I wrap my hands in his hair pulling his face to me kissing him. Moans escaping into his mouth and he pulls away shaking his head

"Rafe"I say panting trying not to moan his hand squeezes my boob

"Let it out pretty girl"he whispered and I didn't hold it back as he thrusts harder into me. He stops lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders fixing himself and slamming back into me his hand returns to my throat I give him a smile

“That’s right my girl”he says throwing his head back with a smile he can’t hide

“R-Rafe”I moan trying to tell him I’m about to cum

“I know baby I feel it”he says and I melt around him his lips meet my neck sucking on it sweetly as his pace quickens. He rolls me over and lines himself up sinking back into me he pulls my hair towards him before he slows him pace his dick throbbing inside me as he finishes

“Take it all my girl”he says pushing himself all the way in I moan feeling him slide out and fall beside me onto his back. catching his breath and pulling me into him

"I'm glad Sarah left you to me"he says kissing the top of my head he holds my hand up sliding the ring off his finger and putting it on mine though it’s too big

“I promise you my girl you’re not just one of my toys”he says tilting my chin up placing a kiss on my nose giving me a smile

“I sure hope not Rafe Cameron”I say falling back into his ocean eyes twirling the ring on my finger

“You remind me of the color pink”he says his blue eyes shine and a smile spreads across my face he places his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it pulling me closer for a kiss

[mxqdii]

Hi!! I struggle with anxiety and frequently find it hard to be among crowds of people. I was wondering if you could maybe write something about that with Conrad Fisher? Much Love!!

first glance - c.f

pairings: conrad fisher x reader

summary: at a bonfire party, the crowds become too much and conrad immediately notices.

warning(s): anxiety, fluff, comfort

not proofread

"you ready?" my boyfriend, conrad asks and i nod

he's been going on and on about some bonfire party they go to every year.

i usually skip it, but since me and conrad started dating, i started following him around everywhere

i have to admit, i'm kind of nervous for this bonfire party.. i didn't really wanna go but conrad seemed so excited about it, so how could i say no?

it just seems like... a lot for me, but i'll give it a shot.. maybe it wont be so bad, right?

"y/n?" he says and i snap out of my trance

"yes! sorry, i'm ready" i respond with a smile

"y'know, we don't have to go if you don't feel like it" he reassures and i let out a nervous laugh

"it's fine, i wanna go! i do!" i say and he looks at me, squinting

he sees right through me, but we both know in the end i'll get my way, so he doesn't fight it.

"fine then, cmon" he says as we walk to the beach

we arrive to the bonfire at sunrise, barley any light illuminating the party

"heyyy conrad! you made it" one of conrads friends swoops in, wrapping his arm around him

i stand there awkwardly, not knowing anybody here.

"hey! y/n.. right?" a girl comes up to me

she looks familiar, but i can't put my finger on where i've seen her from...

"yeah!.. yeah that's me" i laugh, anxiousness radiating off of me like a beam.

"i'm nicole! i was a deb last year" she says smiling

"oh! i remember now, yeah hi! it's been a while how are you?" i say, trying to make conversation

we talk for a while, but eventually she goes back with her group.

suddenly, everyones screaming and jumping and a crowd forms around me

everyone starts dancing and moshing

i try to get out but i feel as if i'm the center of the crowd and there's pools of people around me.

when did so many people get here?

why can't they just move out of the way?

i feel like i can't breathe

conrad spots me in the crowd and at first glance, he sees the panic on my face

"move! excuse me, hey!" he yells his way through the crowd, grabbing me and pulling me out of the mosh

he sit's me down on the sand, near the ocean.

"hey, hey, it's okay.." he says as i try to catch my breath

"why the fuck- did everyone start- start a fucking mosh pit" i ask, looking down panting.

"i don't know.. i'm really sorry baby, if i would've known we never would've come" he pleads and i sigh

"it's not your fault just- overwhelmed me.." i say picking at my lip

he grabs my hand to stop me picking, interlocking our hands instead

"c'mere" he says, pulling me into his lap

he strokes my hair until i'm completely calmed down

"connie?" i mumble

"yes baby?"

"thank you"

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[daisybell17]

Loki’s Birthday!

You knew Loki wasn’t all too familiar with surprises and so you woke him up with a breakfast plate instead

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you!” you sung quietly, walking in with the tray

Loki slowly woke up and saw you and your cute face singing and carrying a tray of food

“good morning my love” he smiled looking at you and sitting up

You sat the plate of food on his lap and gave him a long kiss

“happy birthday my love”

“mhm thank you honey”

“so…what does the birthday boy want to do today?” you asked as you ran your hand up and down his chest

“just want to spend my day with you” he smiled

“we can do that, but remember we have your birthday dinner tonight” Loki groaned, remembering the event

“do we really have to go? I just want to stay here with you” He said as his hand grabbed your chin

“mhm yes my love we have too! your friends are all going to be there” You gave in and kissed him

“really?”

“yes love now go and eat the birthday breakfast i made you” you kissed him once more and went in for a shower

“thank you for cooking my love you know how much I love your food”

“always!” you shouted as you got in the shower

You and Loki got ready for the day since you had about 10 hours to kill before his birthday celebration

“so…what would you like to do today my love?” You asked, placing your arms around his neck

“hmmm you know what? i want to try something a little more…daring” He smiled

“Oh? Like what my dear? I assume this activity is one of Midgardian invention then”

“You could say that…Well Mobius recommended this excellent idea to me!”

“Oh don’t tell me its jet skiing? You know that’s his favourite activity to do.” You say, not really wanting to get wet today

“Oh not that my love…its another activity…just trust me ok?” He pleaded

“Ok ok! I trust you…anything you want today birthday boy”

You followed him…blindly…worse mistake of the day

“LOKI ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

“WHAT? CANT HEAR YOU LOVE” The wind thrashing against you both

“I SAID ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

“OH…YES! I THINK THIS WAS A GREAT BIRTHDAY IDEA”

“IM GOING TO KILL YOU”

“NO YOU WONT YOU LOVE ME!”

“LOKI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DROP ME IM GOING TO STAB YOU”

“JUST TRUST ME LOVE, MOBIUS SAID SKYDIVING WAS EASY!”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN TRUST MOBIUS?! LOKI IM GOING KI- AHHHHHH”

“WOOOOOO!!!”

Loki took you skydiving on Midgard and he had an absolute blast while you passed out from fear

Landing safely on the ground you looked furious at Loki

“Love, ok let me just say you said i can do anything for my birthday!”

“YES I DID…BUT I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WANTED TO GO SHOPPING!? OR HAVE A PICNIC?! OR VISIT THE GARDENS! OR HELL…SEX! PASSIONATE, HOT, HEAVY AMAZING LOVE MAKING SEX BUT NOOOO SKYDIVING!”

“Hey! I still want the passionate, hot, heavy and amazing love making se-”

“NOPE”

“awh come on! did you not enjoy skydiving? its something off both our bucket list!”

“hmph”

“love…i know you know we weren’t in any actual danger, i have magic remember?”

”i know just scary….”

“love I would never hurt you…never”

You smiled “I know….it was just so sudden…” you sighed… “did you enjoy your activity for the day my love?”

“i did…and I especially liked it because you were with me” He smiled at you and gave a longing kiss

“I love you idiot” you say as you pulled apart

“Love you too my darling” Loki said back. He loved you so much and this day was one of his favourites

“Ok! So…your birthday dinner?”

“Yes! Hmm but how about scuba diving with sharks befo-”

“I don’t want to hear another word of it” You say sternly

“Just joking my love, lets go, I look forward to seeing my friends…and you can get mad at Mobius too”

You smiled “Ok ok I love you…Loki you mean everything to me”

He blushed “And you are the answer to my life my love…i love you.”

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(a/n): it’s loki day!! everyone say happy birthday loki!! bbg is holding the timeline everyday i wish she had a break today :( ill hold it for you <//3 but yes happy birthday loki mwah!

[aves-ery]

CEO or Mob boss Wanda and stripper R👀 maybe she's just getting some visit to a certain club and she only have her for R but R is kind avoiding her. R is kind of snappy and feisty for Wanda but Wanda loved her more. One night she saw R entertaining other guests so she brought the whole club and kicked everyone out so she could have R all for herself.

Idk maybe you'd like to consider, btw you works are great and wonderful and so are you! Thanks!!!

one, thank you! two, this is ctually so bad bc I'm tired and for some reason forgot how to write good smut? but heres just wanda crazy for you.

pairing; CEO!wanda x stripper!reader

warnings; smut 18+ ONLY, infatuated wanda, praise!!, strap-on, fingering

if anyone saw wanda at a strip club, it'd be a field day for press. but quite honestly, she didnt care when she laid her eyes on you. she saw the flashes of the cameras when she walked in, but when she saw you in that lingerie, she didn't care what the articles were gonna read the next day.

wanda sat snug in a booth, watching you from afar. her silk button up was unbuttoned down to her upper stomach, her boobs only covered by her tight fitting sports-bra.

"i want that one," she pointed you out to all of her boss friends, a beer bottle still in hand. you were all over someone else, a lap dance she presumed.

one of the guys whistled you over, waving a "come here" motion. wanda knew it wasnt the way to get your attention, but you followed through, stalking over to them. you smiled, waving.

"hey gentlemen," you said seductively, plopping your pretty ass onto Tony's lap. wanda rolled her eyes.

"actually, as pretty as you are baby, this one wanted ya," tony pointed to wanda, and wanda waved her fingers.

"you just caught my eye, pretty," she said. you recognized the CEO immediately. you had to fight an eyeroll because no way in hell you were letting some snob like wanda touch you. you turned to the gruffy man whose lap you are on.

"i came over to see you," you avoided. the men around the table laughed, making fun of wanda. wanda just told them to all "shut the fuck up."

she tried to get your attention all night, buying you drinks, complimenting you, trying to just make you say hi. all she'd get in response is an eye roll and a "leave me alone."

"yo, get away from the girl she told you to stop," a bouncer said, pushing wanda away from you.

"look man, im not trying to cause a problem. she's just a pretty lady," wanda laughed, trying to use her charm to make him let her through.

"sorry, the girls not comfortable with you," the bouncer said again. wanda groaned, pulling out her wallet.

"c'mon ill even pay to just talk to her, man," wanda pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, and you rolled your eyes at the interaction. "i wont touch her, fucking promise. just wanna get to know the gal," wanda pleaded.

the bouncer looked at you, pointing at the money. wanda was at least holding 500 dollars in her hand currently. it was a silent agreement, and wanda was allowed into the private room

she handed a bill to the bouncer, then a few to you, before sitting in one of the booths. "you're a feisty one," she joked. you rolled your eyes.

"you can't buy me," she snapped. wanda nodded.

"im not trying to, babe. you're just... very intriguing," wanda said.

-

you had complained all of the next week, even after you didnt see wanda. you just didnt want her around, and didn't want her paying her way to you.

wanda found that out quickly, but she couldn't help it. you deserved to be worshiped with everything she could buy.

she sent you flowers, chocolates, everything to work. she didn't even know what days you worked, and she still sent them. Every time, you snacked on the chocolate and left the flowers in the trash. you didn't complain about that though. if she was going to spend money on you, she was going to laugh about it.

wanda came again two weeks later. she smiled and waved at you, but you continued flirting with a client. your hands on the man more than usual, making sure to get a rise out of her. you avoided her, but from close by. she'd call you over, and you'd give a lap dance to a guy near her.

wanda was fucking tired of it. that week, she bought the whole strip club. when you found out, you quit.

"no." wanda said.

"what?! you're fucking crazy. you're stalking me!" you screamed. wanda raised her eyebrows, standing up

"im not stalking you!" she screamed back at you

you laughed, "right. you're just fucking craz-" wanda kissed you. hard. you pushed her away, looking at her like she was actually insane, because she was, and then you kissed her back harder.

wanda grabbed your hips, picking you up and setting you on her desk. "you were just too pretty to leave alone. I'd buy the whole earth to be with you," she told you.

you thought she was joking, but she really wasn't. wanda was infatuated with you. when you looked her in the eyes, you could tell. you kissed her hard, allowing the woman you barely knew to have all of you.

"you're so pretty," wanda said, removing your sweater and kissing your breasts. you blushed, nodding.

"thank you," you whispered, moaning softly.

"you'll never have to work again, okay? and I'll win you over, i promise. I'll take you out on dates, I'll buy you dinner," wanda got on her knees sliding your shorts down, looking at you in the eyes. "I'll do anything, for you."

you blushed again, nodding, "win me over," you moaned. wanda nodded, sliding your panties over and taking you in.

"such a good girl," she praised, licking you fully. you shook softly, tangling your hands into wanda's hair. her lips found your clit, sucking softly.

you let out another breathy moan, and another as two digits pushed into you. your hand flew everything off the desk, and you lied back. wanda could deal with it later, you decided.

she was quick to make you cum, cleaning your thighs and kissing them both. she got rid of her pants, revealing a large red strap on. you looked at wanda with shaky arms and legs, smiling at her.

she didn't bother to take her button up off, only her pants and boxers, before shuffling towards you. "can i make you mine?" wanda asked, kissing your palms. you smiled up at her.

"yes," you said again, kissing her deeply. wanda smiled, lining her strap up with your cunt, before softly making her way into you.

the strap was the biggest you've taken, so you were grateful for wanda's soft nature. she looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort. when she didn't find any, she started to go faster.

your hands found her back, gripping her shoulders and scratching down her back, "faster, wanda," you pleaded.

wanda nodded quickly, making sure to pick up the pace, "anything for you, doll," wanda kissed her thumb. she grabbed your boobs, kissing them both before kissing your lips. "you're so pretty like this," wanda said, kissing you again.

"thank you," you moaned. wanda's hand found your clit, rubbing softly until you came around her strap.

when you finished, she pulled out and washed you up with a washcloth. she then put you back into your shorts, and then her own hoodie.

"gonna get you back home and run you a bath, kay? dont gotta worry about anything ever again. I'll take care of you."

[ghoultrifle]

Your post with Jimothy was just a little inspiring to me.

How do you feel about Phantom wetting himself on Rains lap while Rain is sat on the floor (below eyeline just felt more subtle than the couch or armchair) because Rain wont let him up during pack movie night? Stop wiggling will you? You don't want us to miss the good part do you? While Rain plays the good, helpful partner. Whispering in Phantoms ear to keep quiet as he feels it happen, then still not letting him up until the movie ends "so that the rest of the pack doesn't find out what he did and tease him or WORSE punish him for making a mess" (in quotes bc ofc they are in on the shenanigans as consent from all parties is always key)

HELLO ANON THIS IS THE BIGGEST BRAIN PROMPT AND IT WAS A PLEASURE TO WRITE!!!! (this is the post anon is talking about) Once again, it's a piss fic, read the prompt for the contents - don't like, don't read. I'd also like to point out that I have never seen Twilight so please ignore if any references sound out of touch, it's because they are ajghalhkdg. It slightly devolved into the entire pack getting in on the action because I couldn't resist!!

Read HERE on AO3 or below the cut!

After Twilight was rudely interrupted by Mountain and Cirrus’ fiendish games last week, the whole pack held a proper movie night to show the cult classic. Earlier in the day, however, Rain had accidentally spilled his iced coffee all over one of the common room’s beanbags, leaving only enough room for eight of the nine ghouls to sit. 

Cirrus immediately made her way to the remaining beanbag, popcorn in hand, ready to subject the others to the film. Next to her, Aurora was already fast asleep in the other beanbag, she’d been curled up all afternoon. Cumulus was wedged between the resident big boys, Mount and Aether, already making biscuits on Mountain’s thigh as she settled in for the night.

Swiss and Dew were left to find their seats, Rain having sent them out of the kitchen with drinks and snacks for everyone, keeping Phantom behind. Dewdrop ran at the remaining sofa, launching himself onto it, no doubt breaking something in the process. Swiss followed, placing the food on the table before laying his head in Dew’s lap, staring at the screensaver on the TV.

Everyone was right where Rain wanted them. Including Phantom, who was bitterly arguing with the water ghoul about who gets the last seat on the sofa next to Swiss and Dewdrop.

“Alright Bug, calm your tits. How about we both sit on the floor, hmm?” Rain enquired, praying to Satan below his careful planning would pay off, “I’ll even let you sit on my lap and I can braid your hair.”

“Mmm okay but I call dibs on the beanbag next time!” Phantom pouted, resigning himself to Rain’s lap, sat on the floor in front of Swiss and Dew. 

The water ghoul was sat cross-legged, the space between his thighs a welcoming nook for Phantom to nuzzle into, resting his head on the bend of Rain’s neck. It’s as if they were made for each other, an enzyme and substrate locked together for eternity.

Rain offered a blanket to the younger ghoul, knowing his own tendency to run cold. Phantom happily declined, his brand new bat ‘oodie’ covering most of him, and a large pair of fluffy socks keeping the rest of him warm.

An absorbent choice of clothes, Rain thought to himself, pleased the young ghoul had picked the oodie up on the way to the den.

Cirrus happily clicked play on the remote as the film started. The lights were out, only the glow from the TV and Phantom’s bat-themed fairy lights illuminating the den. Rain had his arms around the quintessence ghoul, embracing him in a warm hug, well warm for a water ghoul.

That afternoon, Phantom had been out in the greenhouse, helping Mountain move the delivery of new pots for the earth ghoul’s ever-expanding collection. It was hard work, Mountain ensured Phantom wasn’t getting dehydrated as he knew the young ghoul found it hard to listen to his body (and he’d be lying if it didn’t make him think back to their quiz night, Phantom drenching Cirrus as he writhed in her lap).

But Phantom didn’t use the bathroom once. In fact he seemed quite content labouring away without a care for his bladder. Mountain certainly took note, a new summon like Phantom couldn’t hold his bladder for more than a few hours, let alone when he was pounding back drinks at the rate Mountain had been offering them.

What the earth ghoul was unaware of was Rain. Rain who suggested Mountain take the young ghoul outside for some good old fashioned manual labour. Rain who sat at the dockside watching the quintessence ghoul all afternoon. Rain who kept Phantom’s bladder from sending any signals to that poor brain of his. Rain who dragged the ghouls back inside for movie night, handing them a clean set of clothes as he led them directly to the common room, “It’s starting now, guys, Cirrus would be really disappointed if you missed the actual showing of Twilight!” And Rain who, midway through the film, let down the barriers between Phantom’s brain and bladder.

Shit, Phantom thought, a sudden, intense pang twitching in his lower belly, What the fuck? He looked behind him, only to be met with a set of cerulean eyes already staring back at him. Looking down, Rain’s fangs were poking out, a smirk adorning his face. Still unsure of exactly the game Rain was playing, the quintessence ghoul went to stand and make his way to the bathroom. The water ghoul clamped his hands down on Phantom’s twig-like arms, it was no trouble to keep the smaller ghoul from moving, he could do it in his sleep.

“Colour, baby bat?” he whispered sweetly, as if he wasn’t suggesting Phantom piss himself in front of the pack.

Phantom hesitated. He knew Rain would release him if he just said the word, but part of him loved being forced into these situations, forced to go through the humiliation of getting himself, and others, soaked.

“G-green,” he choked out, trying to be discreet about both his words and the growing desperation. He thought the initial twinge was bad, but Rain seemed to be letting the need grow with every second.

“Good boy, now stay right here, I’ll be the judge of when you can leave, okay?”

Rain phrased it as a question, however they both knew it was anything but. The only way Phantom was getting out of this dry was by calling the scene, and that was exactly how he liked it.

Phantom was now cursing his past self for not taking the blanket, his bladder on the verge of leaking as he writhed under Rain’s vice grip; both ghouls’ hands now in the main compartment of the jumper. Phantom had removed his hands from the arms of the oodie to subtly clench his dick. Rain’s deft fingers, on the other hand, snuck their way under the woolly fabric to still the squirming ghoul’s arms more firmly.

“Stop wiggling will you?” Rain whispered into Phantom’s ears, barely audible over the swell of the film’s music. Unlike the swell of the quintessence ghoul’s bladder, the slosh of the day’s drinks audible as if it had been injected directly into his eardrums. 

Damn water ghoul magick, he thought.

He wondered if the others could hear it or if Rain had spared him the humiliation of letting the pack in on his desperation.

He wasn’t sure which option he would prefer, both ideas leaving his cock twitching for different reasons. Had the pack been unaware, it would have been him and Rain’s dirty little secret, something shared between them, a sinful pleasure. Had the pack been in on it, part of Rain’s master plan, he would revel in the knowledge that their eyes are on him, it’s not all in his mind; they’d watch him let go as Rain hushed him to be quiet under the guise of secrecy.

Rain, the ever helpful partner, offered Phantom a drink, “Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated, baby, you’ve been working outside all day.”

The smaller ghoul grimaced as he took a sip from the shark-adorned straw, not wanting to alert the others to his somewhat distressed state. There was no doubt that refusing a drink from Rain would prick ears and invite watching eyes. The other ghouls had all fallen victim to Rain at one point or another, Phantom included.

His efforts were futile as Rain held the tumbler to his mouth for far longer than expected, forcing Phantom to continue gulping the water. He wasn’t sure he could physically hold any more liquid in that slight body of his. Dew and Swiss exchanged a knowing look, Rain having made the pack well aware of his intentions for tonight. 

With each gulp, the quintessence ghoul’s bladder longed for release, and his brain became fuzzier, a haze pulling over him. His belly was throbbing, an unhelpful, nimble hand massaging his abdomen. Cuddles, the water ghoul would claim if questioned. Not that anyone would, the pack were under strict instruction not to let on, and Phantom was flushing a deep purple at the idea of being found out.

Quintessence ghouls had an odd connection with the colour purple. When a ghoul turned that hue, it was indistinct, it could be any number of emotions; excitement, shyness, embarrassment, or unfortunately for Phantom, turned on. The young ghoul prayed the room wasn’t too dim for his glowing veins to be displayed. Even if it was, the distinct smell of ozone wafting around the room was all the pack needed to know exactly what was happening between the two ghouls.

In the interest of dragging the scene out, Rain removed his teasing hands and began to softly braid Phantom’s hair, gently raking his nails along the ghoul’s scalp as he whispered into his ear.

You don’t want us to miss the good part do you?

Such a good boy holding it in for me.

Gonna feel so good when you leak, getting the both of us all wet in front of the others.

Phantom shivered as he let out a barely audible whine accompanied with a plea, “Rainy, please, needa go!” He was rocking slightly now, thighs clenching in time with his movements, Rain struggling to keep a hold on his hair. It was a lost cause, the water ghoul decided, snaking his hands back under the oodie to still his desperate, whimpering ghoul.

At the sensation of Rain’s cold fingers resting just above his neatly trimmed curls, the quintessence ghoul could also feel another odd prodding sensation. Of course he’s getting off on this, Phantom thought as he ground discreetly against the water ghoul’s filled out cock; he was nothing if not passionate about pleasing his partners. At least Rain’s dick was leaking from arousal and not about to burst from the insistent pressure barraging his bladder.

Phantom would be lying if he said his cock wasn’t attempting to get hard, the incoming tsunami hampering its efforts. He got off on the humiliation of it all, the shame of wetting himself, losing- nay giving control to Rain, and oh the feeling of drenching himself in his own piss. The way it floods, saturating clothes as the stream hits too fast for the fibres to absorb it. The warmth, like basking in the heat of a thousand suns, slowly running down your legs, dripping beneath like sand from an hourglass of passion.

Phantom’s eyes rolled back both in desperation and in the heat of his own thoughts. He was close now, a weak dam holding back the torrent, due to collapse any minute. It was obvious even to a passer-by that the quintessence ghoul was aching for release of every kind. Small breathy moans, supposedly muffled by the soundtrack, eyes screwed shut, tail quietly thumping on the rug, and hands conspicuously hidden beneath his clothing, no doubt grabbing his dick like the end of a hose, letting the pressure build before spraying.

He could feel his body giving in, it feld like he’d been holding on for hours at the brink of spilling. He felt the stream making its way from his belly to his dick, leaking just a few drops. He whined, louder now, with abandon. Rain’s probing fingers froze, before settling over the ever-growing damp spot on Phantom’s sage green boxer briefs.

Quiet, my darling, we can’t have the pack finding out what a dirty boy you are…

Shh baby, you’re such a naughty little boy, you’ll let the whole ministry know you’re wetting yourself at this rate!

Phantom quiets down, a low purr in his chest, only for Rain’s ears. It was the water ghoul’s turn to breathe out a cut off whine, almost forgetting the game he was playing with the younger ghoul.

Phantom sat there, placed helplessly in Rain’s lap as he drenched the both of them in his piss, torrent in full flow now. His oodie sagging as the stream continued, warm humiliation coursing over him and through his veins. His boxers now a dark shade of the once autumnal colour, the overflow seeping slowly through his layers and onto Rain.

The water ghoul was rock hard, revelling in the way Phantom was leaking all over the two of them. The warmth flooded around his dick first, making it kick in interest, a small bead of pre soaking into his already wet underwear. His jeans were no match for a day’s worth of quintessence ghoul piss, quickly soaking through the layers, engulfing Rain’s ass and upper thighs in the hot liquid. He could feel it dribbling beneath him and onto the rug beneath, a pretty pattern forming in the tufts of the fabric, no doubt.

The flood came to an abrupt stop, Phantom sighing in relief, unsure how he held it for that long. Perhaps Rain helped a little, his magick was always subtle - you’d only ever notice it in hindsight, that’s what made it even hotter. Either way the shame hit Phantom like a truck, there was no way the pack didn’t see his spectacle. No way they didn’t hear the hiss as he relieved himself, fully clothed, in the common room, ruining Cirrus’ movie night.

They both sat there, unmoving for what felt like hours. Rain finally piped up, “Such a good boy for me, ah feel so wet, my perfect little piss boy,” he mouthed at Phantom’s neck.

Phantom took that as the end of the scene, Rain was done with him. He went to excuse himself, to clean up the mess he’d created at the hands of the water ghoul. It was embarrassing, sure, but it would be far more humiliating if the pack noticed when the lights came up and they all filtered out the common room, eyes not even needing to strain to see the puddle on the sky blue rug.

“Oh no, bug, you’re not going anywhere,” Rain whispered into his ear, faux concern in his voice, “they’ll see the way your clothes sag and drip all over the floor, a little trail of shame. You wouldn’t want them to find out, would you? To see your little accident? To see you can’t even hold it in during a film? How embarrassing,” he tutted. Phantom only winced in reply.

“Or worse, Ant, they might punish you for making such a mess of Cumulus’ new rug. I’m sure Swiss is vying for a chance to get you over his knees, all soggy and dripping, to show you what happens to naughty boys who break the rules.”

The cock beneath Rain’s sodden fingers gave an undeniable twitch at the comments, interest piqued at the idea of being found out; Rain knew the younger ghoul loved public play. 

Two long fingers found themselves tracing a slick line from where the piss had pooled in the bottom of Phantom’s underwear, grazing over his taint, gently teasing his balls, before drawing up over the length of his cock, at full attention now.

“Colour?” he asked almost silently, still keeping the guise of stealth.

“As green as the mountains, Rainy, fuck, please, so hard” he whined softly back, craning his head to keep their conversation somewhat private.

Rain chuckled as he began to stroke Phantom through the fabric, gliding smoothly over his dick, a mix of piss and pre lubricating the underwear. The quintessence ghoul threw his head back into the crook of Rain’s neck, his nerves were on fire, and if he wasn’t glowing purple before, he definitely was now. All he could hope was that the pack were too engrossed in the movie to notice.

The squelch of the movements was barely audible but it was crystal clear to Phantom, music to his ears. The product of his shameful accident being used to get him off? He nearly came at the sound alone. Phantom bucked his hips into Rain’s gentle touch, not quite enough to send him over the edge. 

“You either keep still or I stop touching you, baby boy,” Rain demanded, maintaining the pack are still unaware, despite the very obvious handjob he’s giving the whining ghoul on his lap. Rain would never admit it, but he was teetering on the edge with the heady combination of Phantom’s unintentional grinding and the gloriously wet puddle he was sitting in; he was going to blow his load right into the mix with Phantom’s piss if the younger ghoul didn’t stop.

Hips stilled and whines were cut off at the water ghoul’s insistent voice. Rain’s hand gave no reprieve, however, reaching below the damp material to grasp Phantom’s slick cock and start stroking him in earnest, smirking as the quintessence ghoul desperately tried to keep a straight face, fangs piercing his lips ever so slightly, purple blood aglow at the surface.

He tried to pay attention to the film, for the first time since Edward brought Bella to the Cullen home. Although, he doesn’t remember Twilight looking like this… there was a laugh track, and completely new characters, and-

“Oh- fuck, Rain, shit, ah, don’t stop!”

Rain leaned in to give a playful bite at Phantom’s neck, as he sent him over the edge, despite his confusion about the film. The quintessence ghoul hissed as Rain’s hand sped up, stroking him through his explosive release, cum further ruining the oodie and spurting onto his happy trail.

Once the water ghoul was sure Phantom’s dick was spent, milked dry, he released his hand, wiping it on a somewhat-dry part of Phantom’s clothing. Mourning the loss of contact, Phantom came to his senses, looking back up at the TV. It definitely wasn’t Twilight, perhaps it was that friends show Aurora kept talking about. Had he really been on the edge for so long that the film finished? Looking around, nobody was watching it. Every single pair of eyes was looking squarely at Phantom, hungry.

Looking up at the sofa behind him, Dew and Swiss grinned in unison.

“Heard you wanted to see what happened to naughty boys that broke the rules,” Dew growled, the scent of burnt wood and cinnamon assaulting the quintessence ghoul’s nose.

Phantom gulped as the whole pack stood up, Swiss offering his hand to the small ghoul. Phantom squelched as he rose, only briefly getting the chance to appreciate the mess he made of Rain’s lap before he was being dragged out of the common room.

Swiss didn’t stop until the quintessence ghoul was laid, in all his soggy glory, on the dining room table, the rest of the pack eagerly perching on the wooden chairs beneath.

“Are you going to be a good boy this time?”

[cutedisneygirl]

Love Online Chapter 17

Warnings: none just cute and fluff, there is sort of sad part but nothing major.

Chris and Merida head back towards the living room and into the dinning room. Everyone is still sitting at the table. Chris pulls out Merida's chair for her and she sits down and he then sits next to her.

"I'm sorry Merida." Carly said.

"It's okay. You didn't know."

They finish eating, and Lisa brings out dessert. After dessert they all head into the living room and hang out and watch a movie. Chris and Merida cuddle up together. At one point Merida lays her head on his chest. He looks down at her and smiles and kisses her head. When the movie ends he looks down and sees Merida is asleep.

"She must have been tired." Lisa says.

"Yeah. I guess we better get to bed. Which room is she staying in?"

"I figured you two would want to be together. I put you both in your old room."

"Uh...mom we haven't...we have been sleeping in separate rooms."

"Oh well uh I guess..."

"I can let her have my bed. I'll sleep on the floor." Chris wraps his arms around her and gently places her in his lap and wraps her arms around his neck and gently stands up.

"Goodnight guys. We will see you in the morning. Come Dodger, come Dixie."

Dodger and Dixie follow Chris up the stairs and to his room. Chris gently places Merida on the bed. She is still sound asleep. He wonders if he should wake her to change but decides not to. He takes her boots off and places them on the floor at the end the bed. He places a blanket over her and then changes into a t-shirt and grey sweat pants and grabs a pillow from the bed. He places it on the floor next to the bed. He then grabs the sleeping bag he has kept in his closet and spreads it out on the floor. He also grabs a blanket from the closet then lays down on the floor. Dodger curls up at his feet and Dixie jumps up on the bed and curls up next to Merida.

The next morning Merida wakes up and looks around. She doesn't remember getting in bed. She sees Dixie next to her. She then hears snoring. She sits up a little bit and leans over the edge of the bed and sees Chris on the ground asleep. She smiles. He looks so handsome and cute asleep with Dodger at his feet. She lays down and watches him sleep for several minutes. Then he stirs and rolls over and opens his eyes and looks up and sees Merida watching him.

"Well good morning beautiful."

"Morning."

"Have you been watching me?"

"Yes." She smiles. "You look so cute laying there with Dodger."

Chris smiles.

"Did you put me to bed?"

"Yes. I thought about waking you to change but decided not to. I just took off your boots."

"Oh, I didn't realize how tired I was."

"We had a long hard day. We were running around playing with the kids."

"True."

Chris sits up. "Did you sleep okay?"

"I did. I hate you slept on the floor though."

"It's okay. I don't mind."

"You could have slept up here with me."

Chris smiles. "I thought about it, but then decided that would have been a bad idea."

"Why?"

"For a lot of reasons."

"Like?"

"I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands to myself."

Merida smiles. "I would have loved to snuggle with you and fall asleep next to you."

Chris smiles. "I know, but I just didn't think it was a good idea. I want to be careful Mer. I don't want to do anything your not ready for and go too far."

"But snuggling up together is not going to far."

"I know, but babe laying beside you in bed is just a bad idea trust me."

"Okay, I wont argue with you."

Merida picks up her phone off the table next to her. She sees she has a message on Instagram.

Fangirl # 4 –You need to end things with Chris now! He's not right for you! How can you steal him away from all of us? He needs someone more in his world! Your all wrong for him. He will eventually see that and he will dump you! He's only going to break your heart! His relationships don't last. He can't commit! Don't you know he's afraid of commitment? Girl you are only going to get hurt! He doesn't really love you! I suggest you end it now before he breaks your heart!

Merida then starts crying. "What! No!"

"Mer, babe, what's wrong?" Chris says getting up and sitting down on the bed beside her.

Merida lays her phone in her lap and doesn't answer she just places her hands over her face and continues to cry.

Chris takes her hands and removes them from her face. "Babe, what's wrong?"

Merida looks down and doesn't answer. "Babe, look at me. Please."

Merida looks up at Chris with tears running down her face.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I...you..."

"What is it?" he asks rubbing her hands that he is holding.

She looks down at her phone in her lap. Chris looks down and picks up her phone. He opens it and sees the message that is still open.

"Shit! Babe, you need to report her and delete this message."

"Chris, why did she say that?"

"Because she's jealous. She doesn't like seeing me with you. She's trying to get to you."

"But what she said about..."

"Its not true."

"But..."

Chris places his hands on her face. "Mer, listen to me. I love you! I love you with all my heart! I want you, you are my girlfriend. You have made me happier than I have been in a very long time. Don't listen to these fangirls alright? They are just trying to get to you. Okay?"

Merida nods her head but continues to cry and bites her lip.

"Babe, please stop doing that. You have no idea what it does to me."

Merida looks up at him and half smiles. "Will you do it?"

"Will I do what?"

"Report her and delete it?"

"Sure. Do you want me to block her too?"

"If you think you should."

"Probably wouldn't be a bad idea."

Chris picks up her phone and reports, blocks and deletes the message. "Done."

He sets her phone down on the bed next to them. "Now stop worrying. I'm not going anywhere. Come here." He says pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. "I love you Mer. So much."

"I love you too."

Chris and Merida get up and both get ready taking turns taking a shower then head down stairs where everyone is seated for breakfast.

"Good morning guys." Scott says.

"Morning." They both say at the same time.

They eat breakfast then Merida stands up and gets ready to help clean up but Lisa stops her.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to do that. Why don't you go outside with the kids?"

"I don't mind helping."

"Really, its okay I got it. Go on."

Chris grabs her hand. "Come on babe."

Chris leads her outside where the kids are playing baseball. Chris and Merida watch for several minutes. "Would you like to take a walk?" Chris asks her.

"Sure."

"Alright, let's find Dodger and Dixie."

Chris looks around and finally sees Dodger running after Miles. "Dodger!" He calls.

Dodger comes running and jumps on Chris knocking him down and licks him.

"Dodger!" He laughs "Stop."

Dodger stops and looks at him. "Let's go for a walk." Dodger stands back and runs around in circles. Chris stands up. "Okay now to find Dixie."

Merida heads back inside. She calls for her. "Dixie!"

"She's on the couch," Scott says.

Merida walks over to the couch and finds Dixie curled up on the couch. "Chris! I found her!"

Chris walks in with Dodger and when he sees Dixie he laughs.

"Come on Dixie, let's go for a walk." Merida says.

She quickly jumps up and runs towards Merida. Chris grabs the leashes.

"Mom, we are going for a walk. We will be back later."

"Alright." She smiles.

They walk towards the park. Chris is walking Dodger and Merida is walking Dixie. They walk for about an hour before they head back to the house. They spend the day hanging out with Chris's family. His sisters and niece and nephews leave and its only his mom and Scott. While they are sitting on the couch watching a movie, Merida is curled up next to Chris she starts getting cramps. Chris looks down at her and notices her cringing.

"Babe, you having cramps?"

Merida nods.

"Did you bring your pills?"

"I think...so." She says cringing.

"Want me to get them for you?"

Merida nods her head.

"Where did you put them?"

"In my purse."

"Okay I'll be right back." Chris kisses her head and heads up stairs to his room. He grabs the pills from her purse and heads to the kitchen and pours her a glass of water and then heads back to the living room and sits back on the couch beside her.

"Here babe." He says holding the water in one hand and the pill in the palm of his other hand.

Merida takes the pill pops it in her mouth and takes a few sips of the water then sets the glass on the table in front of her.

"Thanks." She says curling back up next to him laying her head on his chest.

"Your welcome. Do you need me to get you a warm cloth?"

"No, I think I will be okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes, thanks."

"Alright." He kisses her head.

Chris's mom and Scott watch them and smile. They have never Chris this way with a girl before. They can both tell how much he cares for her. They finish the movie then all head to bed. While Merida is getting ready in the bathroom Chris changes into his grey sweat pants. He takes off his shirt. He is fixing to put on another shirt when Merida comes up behind him and wraps her arms around him.

"Why don't you sleep in the bed tonight?"

Chris lays the shirt on the bed and turns and wraps his arms around her.

"Babe, I really don't think..."

"It will be fine. I promise. I hate you sleeping on the floor."

"I just don't want..."

"Chris, stop worrying. You're always telling me not worry, now I'm telling you not to worry. It will be fine." She leans forward and kisses him in the lips.

Chris smiles and sighs. "Fine."

He grabs the shirt from the bed and starts to put it on but Merida stops him.

"You can leave it off."

"Okay."

"I love seeing you without a shirt on." She smiles.

"Oh you do?" He says raising his eye brow.

"Yes I do. I love seeing your muscles and all your tattoos."

Chris smiles and kisses her. "I'll be right back."

Chris heads to the bathroom. Merida climbs in bed and gets under the covers and pulls up Instagram. She sees a post. "Uh oh! Chris!"

"Yeah?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Uh...you need to see this."

"Waut?" He says coming to the door of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Come here."

"Un sec." He says with a mouth full of toothpaste. He rinses his mouth and then heads to bed. He climbs in beside Merida.

"What is it babe?"

"Look at this."

Merida shows him her phone. He sees the post.

Chris and Merida were spotted walking their dogs in the park in Boston, Massachusetts. They look like the happy couple.

Fangirl#2 Aww how cute. They do look like the happy couple. They look so happy together! 😊

Fangirl #1 @Fangirl #2 Cute? Are you kidding me? Chris is hot and Dodger is cute but she is ugly! He deservers so much better than her! What is he thinking? Why is he with her? He can do so much better!

Fangirl 5 @Fangirl #1 I agree! He deserves so much better! I prefer Jenny over her! I wish they would get back together!

Fangirl# 1 @Fangirl 5 Yes I agree 100%

Fangirl #3 @Fangirl 1 and Fangirl#5 Why can't you two just leave him alone? He's happy. They are perfect together! I'm happy for Chris.

Fangirl #1 Shut the fuck up! Why are you defending him and sticking up for him? She's all wrong for him! He will just mess up his life with her. She's got drama! I saw the post with her and her ex! Shes nothing trouble and it will end up messing up Chris's career! So why don't you just Shut up and stop trying to take up for him!

Merida starts crying. Chris puts the phone down on the bedside table and turns to Merida.

"Babe, don't let them get to you."

"But Chris they..."

"No, stop. You know the media is bad right now. You cannot let them get to you okay?"

"Chris I...."

Merida pauses and looks up at Chris with tears in her eyes.

"Maybe you..."

"Maybe I what?"

Merida bites her lower lip looking at Chris then looks down. Dixie has curled up at her feet. "Maybe we should..."

"Babe, if your fixing to say what I think you are, don't! Look at me."

Merida continues to cry and doesn't look at him. Chris lifts her chin up.

"I love you! Nothing will change that. You can't listen to them. You are not wrong for me. You will not hurt me or my career. Okay? Remember what I said?"

Merida sniffles.

"I know, but...they..."

"Babe, do I need to take your phone and delete Instagram?"

"What! No!"

"Then stop. I told you I would do that if you didn't stop. I love you and I'm not trying to be mean, I just..."

"I know Chris. I'm sorry. I'm trying this is just hard."

"I know it is babe. But I promise it will be okay. The mean comments may never stop but they will eventually die down okay?"

Merida nods her head.

"Come here." Chris says holding out his arms and motioning with his head. Merida moves closer to him and lays her head on his chest.

"I'm sorry Chris. I love you."

"It's okay. I love you too. I will always be here. I'm not going anywhere." He says kissing her head. "Now get some sleep."

They curl up together and are both asleep within a few minutes. The next morning Chris wakes up before Merida and quietly climbs out of bed. He picks up his phone from the bedside table. He sees its 5:00 am. He knows everyone is asleep. He quietly heads down the stairs and to the back yard. He gets on Instagram and posts.

This is a message to all my fans. Thanks for the ones that have been supporting me and helping to try and defend me and my girlfriend. She is a wonderful person with a big heart. She is the most caring person I have ever met. She has been through so much. Please, to the ones who have been writing all the negative comments, I am asking you from the bottom of my heart, to please stop. Neither one of us appreciate it and she does not deserve that. She has been through enough and this does not make it easy on her. I love her with all my heart and want all of you to love her as well. Thanks. Love you all. 😚😊

After Chris posts to Instagram he heads back inside and back to his room. Merida is still sound asleep. He climbs back in bed next to her after setting his phone on the table beside him. He kisses her head and wraps his arm around her.

Merida wakes up and sees Chris laying beside her with his arm around her. He is sleeping soundly and even begins to snore. Merida smiles and picks up her phone beside her. She sees she has a notification. She clicks on and sees that Chris has posted on Instagram. She sees the posts and begins to cry as she reads it. Every day she loves Chris more and more. He is really trying to protect her and look out for her. No one has ever cared this much for her. Chris stirs beside her. He looks up at her.

"Well good morning beautiful."

He then notices she is crying. "Babe, what's wrong?" he asks sitting up.

"Nothing."

"Something is making you cry. What happened?"

"Your just so sweet! How did I get so lucky?"

"Awww babe, I'm the lucky one." He says putting his arm around her and kissing her. "I love you."

"I love you too. Thank you."

"For what?"

"What you said on Instagram. That was sweet and means a lot."

"I meant every word."

"I know you did." She said laying her head on his chest. He kisses her head.

"Your so beautiful."

"Aww Chris." She says looking up at him.

Chris then leans forward and kisses her passionately. He then gently nudges her ear with his beard.

"Chris. Stop." She laughs.

"Does that tickle?"

"Yes."

Chris does it again and rubs his beard on her ear and neck.

"Chris!" She laughs again.

Chris smiles. "I love hearing you laugh."

He nudges her ear again and Merida laughs. "Chris, stop!"

"How about if I do this?" He asks kissing down her neck and down to the neck line of her shirt and then rubs his beard above her shirt.

"A little, but it actually feels nice too."

"Oh it does?"

"Yes." She smiles.

He reaches up and pulls part of her shirt down and kisses her rubbing her with his beard.

"Chris!"

"What? Did that tickle?"

Chris stops and looks into her eyes. "You are so beautiful."

Merida smiles. "Should we get up and go down stairs?"

"What's the rush? We can stay in bed all we want. I'm comfortable and don't want to move."

"I am too, but we can't stay in bed all day. Wouldn't your mother and brother start to wonder about us?"

"Maybe but I don't care." He says leaning towards her and giving her a kiss on the lips. "I could lay here beside you all day."

Merida smiles once again. "I love being beside you too but..." she starts to say but Chris cuts her off by kissing her again and then kissing down her neck.

"Chris?"

"Yes?"

"You asked me if I'm ticklish, are you ticklish?"

Chris laughs. "I guess that's something you will have to find out." He says smiling and winking at her.

"Oh, are you saying I need to try and tickle you to find out?"

"Maybe." He winks.

"Mmm well, lets see."

Merida then reaches for Chris and starts tickling his sides. He begins to laugh.

"Oh I think I found your spot." She says tickling him again.

"Okay, okay, Mer stop!"

"I think we are even now."

"Yes, for now," he smiles.

Chris and Merida eventually do get up and spend some time with his mom and Scott. They spend a few more days in Boston then head back to North Carolina. Chris spends a few days with her then leaves. He doesn't want to leave her, but knows he has to. It was hard saying bye. He kisses her bye and tells her he will talk to her when he gets back home. After Chris leaves she spends the day doing laundry and reading and that evening as she is climbing in bed Chris video calls her and they talk for about an hour and then say goodnight. Merida goes to sleep dreaming of Chris.

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[thal-ent]

( Bastien, Emerens and Kim belong to @hel-phoenyx , Tomyris belongs to @soupedepates , Kate belongs to my sibling who doesn't have tumblr)

"You're staring at him again."

Virgil turns around to say something to the boy next to him, anything that would convince the teenager that he is not staring. But the teen isn't even looking at him, his - no, Tachi had said she wanted to try out she/her today - her science book open on her lap. Something they both know she knows by heart and better than most people when she's barely sixteen.

He huffs, turning his head back where he was looking. They're sitting under a tree, its shade protecting Virgil from overheating in the japanese summer. And on the other side of the courtyard, Virgil's... Friend, that's still the best word for it, he thinks, Bastien. He doesn't do well under the sun either, with his pale skin, but he's sitting next to a wall, its shadow protecting him from the harsh sun.

"Again. How did he never take you for a freak exactly ?"

"I am not staring. He's just in my line of sight."

"Sure, and you're totally not making heart eyes at him, like the whole school knows you do." It's not true, Tachi's not been here long enough to know all the gossip in that school, not that she would usually try.

"I'm not- the whole school ?!"

"I'm joking 'Gil" she doesn't listen to the grumble that sounds like a "don't call me that" from her older friend and turns a page from her book. "I'm pretty sure only Van Heel and his clique know about it. You're not good at hiding your crush y'know ?"

"That's not what it is."

"Yes it is, I'm a teen, not an idiot." She sighs, putting a gloved hand to her cheek and turning to look at Virgil, his eyes switching to her as soon as he feels her look on him. "You like him. Idiot."

"Stop that." He gives her a flicker on her shoulder with his prosthetic hand, making her wince as well as laugh. "What would even make you think that."

"Well I could make a list but we'd still be here tomorrow and I'd probably forget some stuff because I've only known you for like two months but you know." She shrugs, looking at Bastien's figure now. "You dont let people look at you usually."

He doesn't awnser. It's a little embarrassing, truly, that it's the first thing Tachi says that make him unable to bite back. Because they both know it's true. Virgil was the first to explain to Tachi why.

Kill or be killed, look at it before you become its pray. That's how it works, back there.

No one just looks at Virgil without him looking right back at them. Or if he cannot look at multiple people, his hands are always tense, small head mouvements that show he hears you. If she listened to herself, Tachi would sometimes describe him as more of an animal than a human. Virgil never lets you take him by surprise, never lets you get in his back without being sure he can hurt you before you hurt him.

Yet he lets Bastien look.

Tachi saw the sketches on Bastien's sketchbook, a multitude of weird, exagerated faces from the people around them. But also Virgil, again and again, face soft and far from the caricature everyone else gets from Bastien. Sketches that had to be done during long minutes where Virgil allowed Bastien to just look.

"You know you can just tell him you like him."

"It's not that simple."

"Please not another "but we're both boys", if I can have my gender crisis in peace, you can have your sexuality one."

"Never make that voice again. And I know."

"What, about my gender crisis or...?"

"That-" he stops speaking, lips tight. "I wont speak of that with you."

"What, that's "religious talk" only ?" Virgil rolls his eyes and Tachi snorts. "Hey c'mon, it's not like I'm the only catholic you talk to. Or I think tall girl's gonna get sad."

"Tomyris knows things you dont, Tachi. Let it go, please."

And she does. Because Virgil never asks for things.

"I still think you should ask him out."

***

He knows someone is following him. They make too much noise, their gaze not even trying to hide from him. He looks at the girl walking head high up behind him in the windows' reflections, silently hopes she leaves him alone. He's not in the mood for sparring, the air even hotter than yesterday.

" Bluie !" The nickname makes him turn, annoyance already on his face. He almost starts walking again when Kate stops her walk in front of him. "I need to speak to you."

"Don't call me that. What do you need, St-Arnaud ?" Kate rolls her eyes, her face just as closed as Virgil's. They're not really friends. Classmates, yes, but not friends. They fight, sometimes, but that's to be expected of the Ultimate Duellist, and it gives Virgil an opportunity to train.

"Kim found a kitten in a tree and needs someone to take it back down, and Morgan's not here."

He sighs slightly. When did he become a cat rescuer, exactly ? Still, he follows Kate, taking out a glove to put on his prosthetic and avoid getting any cat hair in it. Sao Mai would probably kill him, their last check up was just a week ago.

It's not hard to get the small ball of fur out of the tree, really. He's used to it by now, and it's not like the purring animal didn't deserve some help. It did scratch his nose, but he'll get better soon enough.

"Playing rescue again ?" Virgil almost jumps hearing Bastien's voice from behind him, his friend towering over him.

"As you can see. I think they want to kill me from heat, that's the third this week alone."

"Oh poor you with your little slavic genes, dying of heat stroke in spring."

"It's already summer, Bas'"

"Barely. It's really not that warm."

"You're wearing the summer uniform, of course you'd say that."

"You're the only one wearing the winter one still, no one's going to bite you here, Virg'."

He wants to say something, but his mind blanks over an image, an idea that is so out of character for him. His cheeks get redder before he awnsers Bastien, turning his head away from the other man.

"I mean, there's an ultimate Vampire, you know ? She's in the new class."

It's weak, almost an afterthough. Thankfully, Bastien doesn't pursue the thought.

"She's in Tachi's class, right ? Did you talk to her ?"

"Not yet. I think she avoids me and I dont really look to have a chat either." He turns his head back and sees how Bastien's eyes are on him, partially hidden behind his glasses. "Bas' ? Is there a problem ?"

"No, no !" Bastien gets red, his eyes drifting away slightly. "I was just thinking it suits you, to have your hair like that."

Virgil stays silent a moment, not really thinking. But he smiles, softness hidden where Bastien's not looking. His hand goes to his low bun, feeling more nervous than the compliment should've made him.

"Thank you."

***

For a second, he considers just slamming the door shut in Emerens' face and go to class by climbing down the window. Then he remembers the last time he tried that, he almost fell because of a loose brick that is still missing today. So, for another second, he considers not going to class at all today. But he's already struggling enough with japanese as it is, and he needs the credits to pass the semester.

So he sighs and closes the door behind him, letting the tall blonde smile like he just won a prize at the lottery.

"What do you want. Be quick I have a class in ten minutes."

"Well, a certain friend of yours came to us absolutely desperate about your pining." He stops himself from groaning. More than a month passed since that... Talk, with Tachi and the youngest still managed to get involved in this. "So I came to help my good friend Virgil !~"

"We're not friends, Emerens. I help you with latin and you help me with english."

"Oh ! You hurt me !" The novellist puts a hand to his chest as he walks. "We'll talk about it later though. So, who is it ?"

"What, they didn't tell you ?"

"Oh they did, but that means you know too, at least. Better than most."

Virgil passes a hand on his face. Of course Emerens Van Heel, Ultimate Romance Writer, would be attentive to things like this. This man sees more than most people.

"So what, you're going to give me shitty advice like we're in one of your novels ?"

"My stories are better written than that. No, no, I know what's going on with Bastien too. Thibs' loosing his mind over it, so really I'm helping myself too by helping you."

"Wait why's Thibault-"

"Virgil please dont tell me you didn't see Bastien's massive crush on you."

There's only silence, and it doesn't take a genius to see despair taking over Emerens' face.

"We have work to do, Virgil."

[abiiors]

"So what do you think?"

Old papers, crumpled and worn held delicate between thumb and forefinger, she sits before me grinning waiting expectantly for the questions that always follow this little exchange.

"So, to get this straight, your arguing postmodernism is bullshit?"

Grin widening and their eyes sparkle at the notion I'm finally understanding the things they've been saying for almost 4 years.

"Exactly, because postmodernism by its own definition wouldn't matter in modern society, and it ignores the very real class, gender and ethnic divides of our society" hands moving wildly, watching the way her lips move around syllables, nose scrunching slightly when they trip on their words "it's just a bit shit really"

Its warm today. Sun beating down on us,sat beneath the old tree, acorns litter the ground and light peaks through the leaves, scattering golden hues across the ground. A light breeze rushes past picking up the few loose leaves, rustling the canopy above, an idyllic day. But all I can stare at is her.

Adam George and ross play catch not far from us, jeers and calls of celebration and between it all quiet whispers they think I can't hear,

"Do you think he'll finally admit it?"

"No way"

"Bet 20 on it. He wont"

Amusing in a way, sad in another. But at least ross would be getting his 20. This little essay exchange has been going on for quite some time now, in fact I can't remember a time we hadn't done this, well I could but I didn't want to.

A world without weekly meet ups and late night arguments would be no world to all for me now. Exchanging hand written essays on scraps of paper we scrounged.

"Gizmo?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got a bug in your hair" watching ad their face twisted into some combination of uncomfortable and accepting. Hand coming up to try and reach for it and remove it gently, missing by a longshot, laughing when she whines for help

"Mattyyyyyy get it for mee?"

A roll of my eyes and a shake of my head, I rmemebe ra time where I'd think this annoying, where I would begrudgingly reach forward and pull the bug free tugging loose strands without care. But now, my touch is much more gentle when I lean forward, finding the offending creature and coaxing it free, taking care not to pull her hair at all.

"Come in little guy, leave them alone" loving the way they giggle when I scold the small aphid,

"Your silly"

"Says you mx postmodernism is dead"

"But it isssss"

"Mhm, sure. Let me braid your hair?"

An amused smile and quirked Eyebrow, they tilt their head and shrug before shuffling forward to sit in my lap,

"You know I'm cutting it soon?"

"Mhm"

I don't care, not really, they'd still be the prettiest person I've seen. Maybe. Just maybe. I like when they annoy me.

oh god this is so precious 🥹🥹🥹 I vaguely remember us discussing it in the dms like agessss ago! (I am also team postmodernism is inferior but I will not get into it)

[lunar-lair]

bustles around the metaphorical room that is my blog, carefully stacks random shit on top of other shit on the table that is this post to clear out a spot, and sets something down. alright yall get fuckin ready its 5 am and its time for my jason pet headcanons. ...underneath a cut. because i had a lot more to say than i expected to.

first of all. his murder of crows. ofc. nobody talks abt gothams crows and ravens and pidgeons enough imo. he comes back to gotham like ah yes, i totally wont amass a large following of ravens and crows this time, and then he feeds seeds to one or two because they happen to stop by his windowsill and its all downhill from there

theres a base headcanon for jasons ability to commune w animals that i came up w like. two months ago. basically i think hes an animal whisperer completely on accident. hes very very chill about animals. will give them the space they need when theyre scared, but he sort of treats them like theyre just other people in the room. smth smth wounded dog metaphors i guess. but for real, it just fits jason to me. stray cats he feeds wind around his feet and he doesnt even glance at them, ravens perch on his shoulder and he just turns his head to nod at them sagely. it doesnt work to my brain the way it used to but i still believe it i think. not an animal person in that he likes them but an animal person in that they like him because hes chill. damian is very jealous for a while. but he starts to understand that jason just respects animals in a simple kind of way and starts being less jealous and more impressed. he goes to jason when he cant figure out how to deal with a kind of animal because jason knows jack shit about most but they all like him regardless because hes just got good instincts in regards to them

then, of course, my babies and jasons. his dog charcoal and his cat clarisse. i was thinking about giving him pets one night and thought to myself, i should give him both a cat and a dog, and then the names just kind of. happened, as did their personalities, though i added traits over time.

clarisse is a street kitten he found and nursed back to health, shes very small but will fuck you up if you scare her. shes standoffish and will very rarely sit in even jasons lap, but she likes standing on his shoulders and will sit with him when he feels bad or hes been gone for a while. shes majority white with spots of black here and there, like an inverse of jasons hair. long hair cat, pretty fluffy. green eyes, the piercing kind. she looks like she would kill you if you touched her. she loves jason, and tolerates tim, hates duke, doesnt mind a lot of the others, thinks bruce is way too fucking huge. she likes damian though. him and cass are the only two other people shell jump on the shoulders of. everyone else moves too much. sometimes she loafs on one of jasons shoulders, when hes cooking and not walking around the apartment. generally she just hangs out on windowsills and on jasons bed, but she follows jason around sometimes, and has been known to curl up on his chest when hes sleeping on occasion.

charcoal is a wolfdog breed, but its very mixed and muddled, more like 1/8th wolf. (dont take my word on this one i know nothing about dogs. i just know i like this silly dog thats also jasons little guy.) jason found charcoal...i dunno, actually. i think i went with 'on the streets' for him again, but. sure, sure. well do that. he was already a decent size when jason found him, about 3/4th of the way up to his knees. he was probably pretty young, because he grows up to be as tall as jasons hips on all four paws. its my favorite thing abt these two, clarisse is half the size of jasons arm and charcoal is HUGE. as he grew, he started being more careful of sitting on jason, but jason is jason. charcoal is a lap dog only because, again, jason is jason.

the only people charcoal tackles when he gets excited besides jason are dick and bruce, because bruces build and dicks height look like they can take it. bruce can, dick cant. most of the time hes pretty quiet and stoic, and hes an excellent guard dog when he needs to be (sitting in front of the couch when jason is curled up on the couch, clarisse purring softly on his chest), but jason knows how to get him excited and have a little fun. damian does too, but charcoals careful around him because. gestures at damian. clarisse stays at jasons apartment 24/7, but charcoal comes with him to the manor sometimes, and because jason is a busy, busy vigilante, charcoals walks are usually jasons errand runs. hes not certified or anything, but hes a good set of eyes and ears. hes pretty good at making sure jason doesnt have a breakdown/meltdown in public. (yes im giving my little guy autism are you really surprised.)

hes also really good at making sure jason doesnt go anywhere when hes injured, because jason can pick charcoal up, but he cant push his way around a 120 pound (? dont take my word on this one either idk how heavy dogs usually are) dog half his height with a broken rib. ...well, no, he could. maybe not with a healing stab wound, though. speaking of which, yeah. he can pick coal up. because hes jason. theres this image in my head of jason laughing big and wide holding a huge fucking dog thats the size of his abdomen and more in my brain and it means. so fucking much to me . somewhat related, this time, sometimes charcoal lays on top of jason when hes going to bed/falling asleep on the couch. jason could move him but. he couldnt, actually. its the same reason for why he doesnt take claire off his shoulder even when shes digging her nails into his shoulder, he doesnt have the heart to move them anywhere they dont go themselves even if they wouldnt be scared of him doing so anymore. (heart too big for his chest, i swear to god.) he sics charcoal on tim and dick when theyre overworking, because they literally cant move coal. damian lets charocal lay on him willingly. he likes weighed blankets.

i, sadly, have no fucking clue what charcoal looks like. hes just this giant brown shaggy dog to me. coarse fur, kinda? i know nothing about dogs. sorry charcie :(

charcoal and clarisse arent like. besties or anything. but they curl up under sunspots together, sometimes, and they dont mind each others presence or anything. jason got charcoal first and introduced the two of them slowly, but they got used to each other pretty quickly. sometimes charcoal will gently pick clarisse up in his mouth to move her, but he only really does that when shes bothering jason, or he wants to go curl up w her, or jason is acting off. sometimes claire will curl up on coals back, too, but thats a little rare.

circling back around to his crows. he hasnt named many of them, but there are a few that frequent his apartment every other day or every day in the afternoon that he has names for. midnight, poe. i have no other ideas the point is he isnt good at names. sometimes crows will show up with a bloody wing, and hell know he hasnt seen this crow before, but another will land after it and follow it into the window he cracked open. if crows do that kind of shit, i also know nothing about crows. he has about ten ravens he knows, too, two couples and six others, all part of the same small group. they stop by when they see him, sometimes, and there are some that hang out in a local park he goes to with damian sometimes (usually also with charcie and titus, of course) that he considers part of his collection of corvids. itd be funny if he had some jaybirds. damian is working on befriending gothams crows and ravens, too, but half of his flock is part of jasons because jason introduced parts of his flock to damian, which was part of what got him interested.

i also like to think that all of the other bats' pets love jason nearly as much as they do their respective owners, but those are details for the reblog. until then, i think ive sketched out like, most of the details for jasons main little guys, if his giant flock of crows count as some of his little guys. i wrote most of this at 5 am and then added bits and pieces the next day at 4 pm so hopefully its coherent. ok thats all from me see ya o7

[luffythinker]

gonna hit you with a rarepair what do you think of Iida/Himiko?, granted she is a stain believer which is a extreme turn away for Iida BUT what if Iida sees in her a good like Uraraka did? what if he makes it a goal to be kind to this girl because he can see that nobody has ever been kind to her hurting heart? And at first Himiko isn't crazy about him especially because he tried to kill stain but the more good he does for her the more she finds herself falling into slots with him. He moves a step she stays where shes at, he moves two steps she's a single step until they are something that can be considered friends. She's giving him nicknames she calls him Tenda or Tenten. -honestly i just see her calling him Tenya period- Anywho He's giving her blood like Uraraka did for smol Himiko except we aren't children, it's a huge risk to be giving the enemy resources but her quirk demands so likely if she doesn't get it i'd imagine she'd be sick to her stomach -i don't know if you've read it but there are like 2 cases in my hero where a person refused to use their quirk and it just kinda exploded and they couldn't control it, drinking blood is part of her quirk so using it requires to drink if she doesn't she gets sick- She's taking blood from Iida's arm they keep getting closer, somehow she ends up drinking from his clavicle it's a trust thing, he knows she wont take more then needed. He's lightheaded but alive, he can't tell if it's the blood shes taking or the shine he's taking to her. Himiko sits perfectly in Iida's lap while he's sharing a snack with her but once somebody comes around she's suddenly gone and he's got a half eaten meat bun and a whole one, was somebody just here? His classmates -save for Uraraka cause she's probably all up in his business to know- know something is happening but they don't know what. Himiko wants to spare him because he's beautiful which means she wants to stab but some things in this world are too beautiful that if you stab them you want have them anymore so he's one of the beautiful things she's going to let live, she tells him this one time she comes to visit him. Iida is trying to rehabilitate her poor naive fool lol. I can see her saying this to him coming through his window one day and she says this to him and kisses him or something i don't know leaving him starstruck he can't have a proper day because his thoughts are full of a blond blood sucking girl THE FUNNY PART IS she's older by a year and he's tall but she can play that card and Himiko having Iida wrapped around her finger pulling the "Im older so respect me" is frickin' funny to me and he just might sort of listen because he is a rule follower THEY COULD BE EVERYTHING and they are my everything

had to do a double take ngl, but okay let's see what iida and himiko got going on in your head

okay i have a hard time seeing this romantically BUT platonically i think it could develop into such a beautiful relationship because the kindness and empathy come from such an unexpected person. like toga would be so shocked like why is this person being kind to me? with any ulterior motives? it doesn't make sense

except iida doesn't stop, he keeps trying, keeps doing good and she starts to notice that maybe some people are just like that? good by nature? not out of pity, just genuine.

about the blood thing, i like the theory that if she doesn't have it she would be sick, so i can imagine iida finding her one day almost fainting and after asking if he could help, he just offers her arm to her, it's such a big trust move

but iida's sense of justice is also too big, so i think till they fully develop their relationship a lot would have to be resolved between them

[2myl0ver]

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every year, on the date of your death anniversary you come down to the land to stand guard of your grave.

whenever this time of the year comes around, you like to play a game with yourself – you guess who'll stay on your grave the longest.

it's been 4 years now, you've won a couple of times in the span of those 4 years. usually, it was your mother or one of your siblings. the one time you were wrong was when you guessed your sister but your best friend stayed the longest.

now, it was that time of the year again. February 17 – your death anniversary.

you sat on the grass beside your tomb and waited for people to arrive, each year the numbers of people that come to visit you get lower, but this was something you had expected the moment you wrapped the rope around your neck.

it was a cloudy day, will anyone even come? the day had just began and you were already thinking negatively, you get snapped out of this the second you start hearing foot steps and the voices of 2 familiar people.

you looked into the distance and saw it was your mother and your sister. this immediately lit you up though you knew they wouldn't last long because they hadn't brought anything with them like a picnic blanket, food or anything but it was nice to see them.

they talked to you or a bit, explaining why your father and your brother couldn't make it, updating you on things that has happened since the last time they came.

they lasted about 25 minutes before leaving, your mom didn't cry this anniversary – this relieved you. you didn't want to burden herself and this was the first year she visited without crying, this made you feel like you could move on and stop worrying about her.

an hour after they left, your group of friends from highschool came and spent 3 hours with you. seeing them again felt like a breath of fresh air, it seems like they've spent the longest today even though it was only 2pm. this year you hadn't guessed anyone as the amount of people coming to see you had lessened, it felt pointless.

but this particular day isn't the day you chose to burden yourself or drown yourself in regrets.

without notice, it was already 6pm and so far they have been the only ones to visit you. just as you were about to get up and look at other graves you heard footsteps coming towards your tomb.

you look up and see a tall, pale man dressed in black pants and a black turtle neck.

he sits down in front of your tomb before laying down a bouquet of red roses and removing his mask.

that's when realization hits you.

Koga Yudai. your first love, your best friend, your everything. in the span of 4 years, he has never visited you. you were childhood bestfriends, he left to pursue his dream when you were 15, he swore to comeback in a couple of years but being without him and having other mental problems consumed you which is what lead you to ending your life. you never got to confess your love to him

he brushes his hair out of his face, he looks hesitant – like he has so much to say but can't get any words out.

just as he opens his mouth – he breaks down crying, moving his hands from his lap onto his face.

"I-Im s-so sorry." he sobs out, it doesn't take you long to follow, tears quickly forming in your eyes.

you just sit there, staring at him with pity.

"I'm s-so sorry it took me so long to visit, I'm so sorry for leaving I-I.." he pauses, he knows he wont be able to say another word if he doesn't calm himself down.

he calms down in the slightest, wiping his tears away while more come pouring down. "I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't left, then maybe none of this would've happened. m-maybe to you we were bestfriends but to me you were everything. y/n, I was in love. maybe this is too late, and it's stupid to tell you now that- that you can't even listen but I can't live knowing I never told you. I love you, in every way you can imagine. I love you and everything about you, I wish right now I could be telling you this with you alive, in front of me but it's too late. If this is how I have to do it, I will. I went everywhere to find these flowers, I remember-" he lets out a laugh before continuing, "I remember I used to pick out the same roses from school because you'd always talk about them. remember the mystery person that left roses on your table? that was me."

you sat next to him while he rambled, telling you everything that he's achieved, also telling you secrets he did in highschool just to get you your favorite things.

he left at 11pm, just before your time came at 12am. you lost guessing this year, but it was worth it.

[crystalanis]

Moonlight revenge part 2

"So do you have a girlfriend?"

The swarm of girls around me have been investigating me nonstop. I must say i do like the attention.

"I don't know? Do look like i would have a girlfriend?"

"You look like you'd have two."

"You look like you'd have a dozen"

I was about to answer when a girl plopped on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "You look like you could use one more" she was quite pretty. Good bod, tam skin, flowy black hair in a tight ponytail. The small mole on her chin completed her looks.

The girl noticing asher checking her out says "I'm Sabrina. Sabrina White."

"Well hello there sabrina white. I'm Asher" ans i take her hand and kiss it softly on the back "it is an honour to make your acquaintance my lady"

This releases several squeels out of the crowd and a slight blush on Sabrina's face. I do love the effect i have on women. I see her lips parting to say something but a not-so-endearing voice stops her short.

"Class is about to start ladies."

It is the prefect. With his announcement the crowd scatters and my dear sabrina leaves me, not without giving me a wink, and sits back in her seat.

I was not pleased by the power this party pooper holds.

"Logan was it?"

"It's Lucas, mister newson"

"Right right. Lucas." I slowly get off my seat "i dont like the way you order my fiends around. LUCAS"

I stepped closer to him. My tall build slightly towering over his. Making him engulfed in my shadow.

"Being bellow other people is look that befalls you. Let me guess, the principal's guard dog are you?"

"I am simply keeping the class in order. A subject you might not be quite familiar with, are you Asher?"

"And who might you be to keep yours truly in 'order' ?"

"I am the prefect in this school. I outrank all 3rd years. Even the transferred ones"

"Did you just threaten me, harry potter?"

At this point his round glasses were getting fogged by my breath. This boy didn't even flinch.

That somehow pissed me off even more.

I grab him by the collar and lift his little feet off the ground "threatening me wont fly so easily"

He grabbed me with both hands "neither does threatening me pretty boy"

" Aw you think I'm pretty? And here i thought you didn't like me"

"You thought correct"

Before the fight could continue, and i was ready to punch this brown eyed bitch in the face, the doors of the class slammed open.

In the doorway stood a girl. Long brown messy hair all over her, her stance out of breath and her eyes locked on ... Lucas? Wasn't this the same girl i saw from the car?

"Book girl?"

"Alex!"

'how do you know her' left our lips at almost the same time. Before we could continue our stare off she said

"The teacher is coming"

As she said those words the teacher enters the room but not before we let go of eachother and each sit at our tables.

"Class will now commence" the old fart said.

How on earth does this bastard know every single one of these girls? And how does he have this much power over them?

I don't like this lucas bastard at all.

The rest of the class meant fuck all to me. Was it history or algebra I'm not sure. I just know that the crowd around me had faded into a shadow of girls following me down the hallway. This bitch had scared them off.

I was pissed. First my dad, then the rude headmistress and now this lucas guy thinks he can just boss me around.

I saw him enter the library.

If i know anything i know that the library has a lot of places to hook up. I bet i can find him red handed in the act.

I entered the library. The smell musty and old. Up to the fucking dome was books.eatger bound and old looking full of ladders and balconies. I almost felt dizzy looking up at them. I almost forgot why i even was there.

I stepped closer and i heard a dangerous sound. Then everything for a moment went black.

.............................................................

Alex pov

The bell rang and i sprang from my seat next to the door out the classroom in record speed. I found myself back in the library in no time.

I need the second volume of the book i was reading. I started looking at the second level and right up the entryway was the fantasy book section. F . F. F. Forest moonlight i found it! In big golden letters on the top shelf lay the book i needed.

I climbed the ladder and was about to reach it when the old steps gave way. I wiggled and try to steady myself to no luck. My tries loosened the ladder from the railings and i fell backwards, the ladder getting stuck on the second floor railings leaving me mid air praying for my life.

I fell down. Not on something hard, but rather a cussion. Of ... Meat?

I looked down and saw the person that broke my landing, face planted on the carpet.

"Oh my lord!" I quickly got up and helped the poor guy on his feet. He wore a black dress shirt instead of the school blazer. "Are... Are you the transfer student? I'm I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to---"

"Well if it isn't Alex." He said in a still daised voice "are you alright my dear?"

"I.. y-yes" i was taken aback. "How do you know my name"

"Well the way your boyfriend exclaimed it was hard to forget" he said as he rubbed his head. "My my, you're even prettier up close"

I blushed and looked around. I'll be dead meat if one of those girls saw that. "I - i- he's not--"

I heard their voices outside. I went white.

"I'm asher by the way" he said as he extended his hand to help me up.

"I'm... Alexandra" i said. I took his hand to not be rude. He grabbed it and pulled me up dragging me behind him to a dark corner, quickly coving my mouth. I was scared shitless until i saw his eyes were not on me but on the door.

I wanted to say something but he just whispered "shhhhh" softly in my ear as he held me from behind.

The girls burst in, sabrina in the lead.

He grabbed me by my waist pulling me further into him and into the dark corner. It made my breath hitch in the dark and still with anticipation. Fuck. I am way too touch deprived to be doing shit like this.

I heard a small chuckle in my ear, and went cold. No. Did he... Notice?

The next few moments proved it to me. His arm let go of my waist but his icy fingers lingered. Drawing a trace on my body that made me shiver.

"Sensitive are we?" He chuckled in my ear. I tried to break free but he held me tight. He let go of my mouth and grabbed my throat. "I suppose you know why you shouldn't make a sound"

Some girls passed us just then. We could see them from behind the books. Luckily no one noticed us.

I was about to take a deep breath when i felt his hands roaming freely on my body. I went rigid. This is bad. Like really bad. Worse than getting assaulted in the library was getting turned on by it.

His hands were on my higher abdomen and i leaned away from him, unknowingly leaning further into him.

"Oh?" I quickly stood up straight "being forward i see"

"N-no I wasn't"

His hand reached down "no need to be shy"

"I am not" i said as i snatched his hand away

He turned me around pinning me against the wall. When i thought he had other motives i saw him looking at the girls searching

After some searching some left and some took the stairs up the higher shelves.

After some time he lets go of me

"He is not my boyfriend" i say in a soft voice. Dear lord. I might die of shame. He is so close to me and pressing me against the wall. His hands around my wrists and his smell all over me.

"I that so?" He says with a smirk. His eyes are icy. The coldest blue i had ever layed eyes on. I almost forgot how to speak. How on earth can a person be so beautiful? It almost didn't seem real.

He pulled my wrists above my head "how about some sugar for saving your ass?"

"It wasn't my fault they--" my words were broken by a kiss. It was deep and messy and so godforsaken good. It must've been years since i last was touched. Let alone kissed.

Before i knew it i melted into his kiss. One of his hands grabbed my by the waist pulling me in. My knees gave way and as i was about to stumble to the ground like a bunch of old rags, he caught me with his knee.

With his knee between mine. I gasped against the kissed, my eyes wide from the sensation that just ran through me. I tried to wiggle free but just ended up grinding against his leg.

I went absolutely weak. And red. I was a mess. I was melting right in this boy's arms.

He stopped the neverending kiss to take a look at me "jesus your like a sex god girl calm do- " h stopped short looking at my face. I think i saw the slightest hint of blush in his eyes.

He came back for another kiss. This time his hand reached up further and he started unbottoning My blouse

"No, no wait" i said trying to pull away again.

"How could i possibly after you giving me that look? Look at yourself. You're practically begging for it."

His smirk. His god damn smirk.

He let go of my hands and Grabbed me by the chest, fondling my breasts. He lifted his knee making me float by the crutch and gasp uncontrollably. I grabbed his trousers to not fall of and shuddered

He mockingly chuckled "babe, dud you just cum?"

I looked at him with a rage i didn't know i still had in me

I almost intuitively stepped out of the dark and away from him. "I--"

"What is going on here?" I turned around. It was Lucas.

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