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#272: You And Your Child Visit Him At Work | CEO!AU

A/N: 

Heeey in case you haven’t noticed I currently have a fanfiction going on which is pretty cool and CEO!Luke. It’s called When We Collide and is a classical one with Y/N being his assistant but with a huge twist! Go check it out if you’d like :3 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“Look who’s here!” Luke barely got the chance to turn around on his chair when the sound of your voice echoed in his office. Neither did you get the chance to open the door fully before your son had sprinted into the office without hesitation. He was searching for one thing and that was his dad. “But you weren’t supposed to be here before I was off.” Luke asked a bit confused and stood up from his chair, feeling William collide right into his knees. “I know.” You grinned and walked forward to give him a kiss, “But I don’t know who was most impatient, him or me. So we decided to show up a little bit before. Just so he could see you working.” “Well what a nice visit.” Luke smiled and lifted William up so he could place him in his chair. He was definitely too small for the large space, he looked smaller than he already was but it couldn’t compare to the large smile on his face. “Here.” Luke grinned as you took a seat on the couch and watched them. He loosened the tie around his neck and wrapped it around William instead. Too long for him to use but it was all worth it because of his reaction. “Look who’s the CEO now.” Luke grinned widely and walked around the desk to take a seat in front of him. “Give him your best impression, honey.” You suggested and folded your hands together, the scene was so adorable. William looked unsure for a second deep in thought but then it happened. “Daddy, you’re fired!” Both your eyes widened in surprise by the stern words coming from your son, but the apple didn’t seem to fall that far from the tree. “I am?” Luke asked a bit surprised but he was laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, especially when it came from his son. “Maybe you’re saying that too much.” You mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement. “It doesn’t matter.” He grinned over and ran his hair through William’s blond hair. “I’m proud.”

Calum:

“I’m so sorry.” You were quick to say once you rushed into the office with an apologizing face. You weren’t supposed to be out for that long but deciding to be the one to pick out lunch at the same time as everyone else you couldn’t avoid the long queues. Calum had said it would be okay to look after Willow until you came back it was after all only a small visit for lunch you had decided to do. With his busy schedule it was hard to find days to do something together so you had to do things the way it was at his office. “I hope it didn’t ruin anything that I was gone for that long.” “Actually,” Calum spoke and looked down at Willow with a secret smile on his face. “She just starred in her first ever office meeting. It wasn’t something I could cancel that urgent so it had to be done with her on my lap.” She was having the most excited smile on her face but still kept quiet because she still felt like she had to. She was also this secret, there was something between them that you couldn’t get into. “And that went well. Did you control everything?” You asked excited and met your daughter’s eyes. She nodded her head proudly in agreement, it was funny to see how much she enjoyed being here. “She was the one saying hello to everyone. They were pretty surprised to see a child on my lap.” Calum explained and rolled the chair out to place Willow on the floor and let her run towards you instead. “They said they didn’t believe I could have a sweet side.” You laughed quietly by his words and leaned down to pick up Willow and embrace her in your arms. “Well I understand that.” You said and removed some hair away from her face. “You go from being the big boss to a sudden sweetheart. You shouldn’t be showing your weak side like that.” “No, they’ve finally figured out my weakness.” Calum said and nodded his head in agreement, deciding to give a kiss on each of your cheeks happily.

Michael:

“Your majesty.” Michael politely said and grabbed the crown of his head to bow down. The excited smile on Celeste’s face was worth everything and her small ponytails were flying back and forth by her movements. The pink skirt she was wearing completely presented who she was, his little princess. His office looked nothing like the same. It wasn’t supposed to end out like this but Michael was secretly a playful father and when he got the chance he turned a game into something else. The whole floor was covered in toys and whatever you had brought with you for a visit at work. She wasn’t supposed to disturb his work like this but with Michael’s lack of concentration when you were there it was okay. “This way dad.” She pointed happily and started to twirl around. Michael nodded his head in agreement and placed the crown back on his head after bending down. They started to run around the desk you had been placed at, watching them fool around and giggle loudly. You knew Michael had some work to do and it was probably the best idea that he focused on it but the small moment in front of you was too adorable to disturb. Your thoughts seemed to come true though when the door suddenly opened. Michael and Celeste froze in track by the sound and looked over to see two males stand with confused gazes wondering what was going on. “Mr. Maverick, “Mr. Johnson. I will be ready for our meeting within two minutes.” Michael’s face had turned pale and the room had become completely silent but you had to do everything in your power not to laugh. “Give us a second.” Michael explained and quickly took the crown off his head to be a little more professional. But the second the two colleagues in dress shirts left the office he put it right back on his head. “Two minutes more girls.” He said daringly and within seconds the office had turned into a play ground again, giggles filling the air all at once in excitement. 

Ashton:

“Oh my god! Would you look at you!” Ashton barely got the chance to stand up from his chair before Daniel was sprinting towards him, almost knocking down something during the process. The sleeves of his dress shirt was far too long but nicely folded just for the occasion. It wasn’t often he was brought with you for work but today was something different and he wanted to stand out. Everything he was going to wear needed to be something Ashton also owned, they had to be identical twins. “Your assistant also thought he looked handsome.” You smiled and watched Ashton lean down to take Daniel up and let him sit on his lap. They looked exactly alike, it all was there. The nice dress shirt, the tie and the curly locks that they both shared. “He is handsome.” Ashton said completely impressed by the effort. He loved every single moment with his son and to see this meant the world to him. “You think I am? It’s too big for me.” He sounded a little bit worried but Ashton had no idea. He knew when he saw a star and that was everything about his son. “Of course I do. You will grow out of it eventually, one day you will fit it perfectly. But why didn’t you want me to just buy a personalized one that would match your body size?” He asked with a bit of wonder and Daniel stood up on his lap. He was baffling his hands in the air to express himself and Ashton decided to take his hands to not make him fall. “Because I wanted to look exactly like you dad.” He explained and Ashton had a bit of wonder on his face. “We took the clothes from your closet. I hope you don’t mind.” You said the last bit a little bit quieter, knowing that he did in fact not mind. “Of course not. It’s worth everything.” Ashton said in honesty, helping out Daniel just to make sure that his tie was sitting more correctly. The proud smile on his face was everything.

anonymous asked:

airmom. tumblr. com/post/159215839296 is the mars post I was talking about you doing for the rest of the signs. it's simple, to the point, and informative. I like it a lot. lol.

ooo hehehe ok sure

Aries Mars:
-anger e over everything
- 1, 2, 3 action! (cannot handle laziness)
-loves competition, either gym rat or athlete monstr
-hates waiting 
-angr e sex could be a strong desire
-strong risk-takers, u either try or die trying
-loves the chase
-actions speak louder than words!!!
-str8 to the point
-wants to play basketball w ur feelings probably
-wants to live their life to fullest

Taurus Mars:
-likes to touch rather than talk
-process things slowly and steadily (not saying they’re slow, I meant by approach)
-takes patience to understand them heh
-might b a sugar daddy/sugar baby
-obsessed with their things, so don’t b surprised how protective they can b abt u
-so calm, so hard to read
-keeps sexual activity like a secret, sh
-might forget that sex is abt creating a bond, bc they are so focused on their own pleasure oopz

Gemini Mars:
-so unpredictable omgknjvnsjvnd
-like to makes things abt themselves sometimes
-likes to learn, hit them with that new math problem u learned at school
-double-texters imo
-want someone to keep up w them
-so easily distracted, and scattered o no
-have a way w words oo la la
-likes to talk over the phone, might have a phone sex kink (shrug)
-prefers variety and to keep their options open
-needs their space, does not like to rush into things

Cancer Mars:
-will talk about having children
-cute girls > hot girls
-protective
-huge homebody oo co zee
-most likely to come off really cute!!! cute energy!!!
-v smart, will make the effort to the things they want to achieve
-hides in their shell, so ppl don’t see their true intentions
-takes a while to get with these bad bois (eas e peas e? ya u tHouGht)
-likes to observe the ones they like
-might give u a quiz, n will see where the relationship is going from there (might make platonic or romantic move on u, and see ur response to it)
-might come off harsh if they feel trapped 
-want to feel secure!!

Leo Mars:
-anger e over everything pt 2
-lazy but are very goal-oriented
-confident over the person they r trying to pursue (might not always b the case)
-need to learn to slow their roll, 100/100 likely to go straight into flirting
-likes attention n affection hehe
-when they aren’t trying to seek a partner, they r busy doing something artistic
-loves everything art
-wants to make themselves n the ppl around them proud!!!
-super stubborn grrr
-loves the adrenaline they get when they r in love ahh, thats y they like falling love
-enthusiastic, and warm makes them v cute partners
-pretty much a top

Virgo Mars:
-keeps it one hunneh
-likes to pursue things n not make a big deal out of it, they know they did good
-strives 4 success
-polite conversations > flirting
-calm, and quick-minded
-dont get in their way bc they’ll just push u aside
-has sharp-tongue (b careful when u french kiss them o no)
-can turn calm into detached, ya theres a difference
-hit them with that correct grammar and that advanced english
-old-skool loverz
-they remind me of….office sex
-another earth mars that keeps things secret sh
-prefer to do things thru experience 

Libra Mars:
-another air sign that has a way w words oo la la
-commitment is not in their dictionary (ehehe jokes)
-most likely to win ur heart (fUcK)
-so charming, alluring, and kno how to grab ur attention
-dont kno what they want 
-decisions r so frusTurAtInG
-when they become weak when they are being pressured (sorry I’m exposing u like this)
-struggles to be fair, what other ppl want and what they want
-want to have fun, so rushing things will b ur downfall heh
-like to b complimented and shown any type of attention
-likes dirty talk probably, sexting may b?

Scorpio Mars:
-hates losing, losing is not an option
-prefer to have a few goals, so they can b focused in order to achieve them easily
-possessive & controlling 
-will sit back n think whether u r worth the effort
-digs deep into things
-probably a stalker (love to research and find out things for themselves but that doesn’t mean u should b dishonest w them)
-very hard to befriend 
-takes a while to gain their trust, lots of patience pls
-pls proceed w caution
-very good healers, very strong fighters
-fascinated w occults, death, dangers, and things that r unanswered

Sagittarius Mars:
-adventure seekers
-change their wants everyday probably
-always coming up w ideas
-likes someone who keeps them entertained
-not a cheesy/corny lover
-fun > emotions
-quick-witted, and r very fun to have a conversation w
-funny!!!!! so funny!!!!
-they r so spontaneous 
-always going thru new experiences, wisdom is key!!!
-can never finish projects bc a new idea always pops up o no!!
-will dip when things get 2 serious 2 soon

Capricorn Mars:
-DADDDY KINKS I SWEAR TO GODDJSKJLF
-sorry but reality is harsh and so are Cappys
-goals come first
-very serious & straight-forward, lets cut to the chase
-work-oriented, especially when they r pursuing someone!!!
-patient
-can b cold when u c their bad side, move aside, they want to achieve
-love and sex is a slow-burning pleasure yummy
-they strive for success like the other earth signs
-can control their anger
-old-skool as heck
-plans for the future!!!
-make great spouses tbh
-dry dark sense of humor ):<

Aquarius Mars:
-rules? never heard of her
-r not obvious lovers
-prefer to b ur friend first!!!
-they think instead of express, they r an air sign not a water (ahem)
-can be very detached, anything expressive or physical can give them discomfort
-reasonable, and calm
-kink e
-they like to experiment ((((;
-idealists, they know what they abt to do to u 
-logic & reasoning, logic & reasoning
-have a very headstrong approach to everythinnnnnnng
-independent!!! quirky!!!!
-”me, myself, and ego”

Pisces Mars:
-things change their moods v easily n they won’t notice!!!
-goes thru things unconsciously
-will like u one day then won’t answer ur texts the next (wauw)
-so indirect
-if they want to pursue something they need to b emotionally committed ):<
-go-with-the-flow
-never know where their feelings r coming from when they express them (y r they sad? tHey DOnT KnOW)
-things like money, power, security, etc will not tempt them
-they r v soothing, feels like u r rocking in the ocean when they hug u (try it)
-patience pls for this water sign (aside Cancer & Scorpio)
-difficult, u r in for a ride!!!!
-should meditate when angered


+ I got some lil understandings from this site

Let air moons express themselves 2k17!!! ♊️♎️♒️ 🌙

-stop interrupting us
-stop judging our appearance so harshly
-stop arguing about minor things
-stop yelling at us for having a different opinion than you
-stop talking down to us
-stop making fun of us for being a little spacey
-stop forcing us to listen to you drone on and on for hours but the minute we want to talk about ourselves you change the subject or leave
-stop never letting us complain or be upset
-stop thinking we don’t have feelings
-stop saying we’re overreacting when we actually do show our feelings
-stop thinking we never struggle or never need help

the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description

A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).

Originally posted by 40daddyskitten

“You’re all mine, pet.”

Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.

When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.

So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.

Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.

Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”

Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.

“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.

“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.

“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.

“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.

“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.

With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.

“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”

I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.  

“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”

Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.

“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”

“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.

“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”

“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.

I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”

“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”

“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.

“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.

“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.

“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”  

I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.

“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.

While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.

“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.

“You have no idea.”

I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”

Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.

“Y-yes.”

I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”

I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.

Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.

“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”

Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.

I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.

I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.

“Stiles?” I said sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“What did I say about touching me?”

“Said not to,” he mumbled.

“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”  

Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.

He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.

“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”

I motioned dismissively towards the bed.

He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.

“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.

“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.

Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.

“Can we try something new, pet?”

Stiles nodded fervently.

I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.

“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”

Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.

“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.

He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.  

“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.

“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.

“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.

I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.

“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.

I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.

My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.

“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.

“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”

“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.

I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.

I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”

Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.

“You first.”

I snorted and extended my arm towards him.

“C’mere.”

Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”

Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.

“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.

I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.

“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”

“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.

“I have to return the favor.”

Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.

“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”

He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.

The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.

4

I… really like Overlord… it’s such a good show it’s all I’ve ever wanted out of an anime… I love all of the characters and it’s hard for me to pick a favorite (besides Ainz ofc) but here are some I like a lot!!

Attention Seeker | Part Three

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2.241

Part OnePart Two


Water kept running into your bathtub as you stood in front of it, just staring at the gently splashing water. You had closed the bathroom door, in order to deaden the sound of Jimin calling out for you and the echo of his fists hitting your front door over and over again. 

Tears were running down your cheeks as you turned the water off after it hit the edge of the tub and made the first step into the bathtub, soaking your pants completely. You didn’t care though. Right now, nothing but the pain your body was experiencing, was important to you. All you could feel was the pain in your heart, consuming all energy and all thoughts. So you continued to slowly slide into the tub until your whole body was under water, except for your head.

“Of course it’s a joke (Y/N). ARMY would never say those things and mean it.”

You shook your head in frustration.

“You’re only jealous because I spend so much time away with them and can’t give you enough attention.”

Another knife being slammed into your heart.

“You know you’re being really dramatic right now, right? Quit the games and face reality.”

A tear rolled down your face, leaving a salty taste on your lips.

“I risked everything for you!”

Sure he did.

“I always loved you more than you loved me and I’m basically giving you a second chance but you’re being like this.“

His words wouldn’t stop running through your mind so you ducked your head under water, taking a deep breath before doing so and closing your eyes, reminiscing in the dullness of being underwater. The quietness should have made it worse to ignore your thoughts but somehow it soothed you, making goosebumps rise all over your body as you just laid there on your back. The water was cold as ice but none of your senses registered the feeling of tiny needles ramming their way into your skin, leaving a numb yet painful feeling. In the distance you could make out the noise of a door crashing and yells becoming louder but nothing bothered you in that situation. 

Your lungs started burning, aching for air and your brain slowly seemed to throb inside of your skull but your lips formed into a soft smile. Weirdly enough, you were at peace in the middle of this chaos and your mind was relaxed while your body began to fight against the lack of vital resources.

All of a sudden, the dull sound of a door being slammed open, making your makeup fall of the sink and scatter all over the floor, your name being called hysterically, was audible. Two firm hands closed around your wrist, dragging you out of the water in one swift move and wiping your gentle smile off your face, replacing it by a shocked expression while gasping for air hysterically. Chokes erupted through your body while your lungs felt like someone was squishing them together, not letting go before you breathed properly.

“(Y/N)!”, Jimin’s cries were accompanied by his heartbreaking sobs, strong arms engulfing you in a painful hug, his tears molding together with the icy water on your skin.

You just stayed there in his arms, like in a trance, not realizing what had happened. Leaning into his touch, you breathed in his scent, closing your eyes in a loving yet heartbroken state. 

“Jimin…”, you whispered against his body. In response he let out sobs while gently placing his hands on each sides of your face, eyes staring at you widely. Tears streamed down his face as his thumbs softly rubbed over your cheeks wiping away your tears, shaking his head in shock and disbelief.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), so so sorry. I.-”, he choked on his words and you wrapped your arms around his shaking figure, forgetting your own pain as you saw him breaking in front of you.

“I’m such a fucking idiot. I- I should have listened to you -I”, he cried out, not letting go of your small frame in between his arms as if to make sure, you wouldn’t step back into that bathtub. 

“Shh, Jimin”, you said calmly, surprising yourself by the calmness your voice carried while your mind wouldn’t stop running wild. What the hell did I just do?

“I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you (Y/N), you were always there for me b-but when y-you needed me I-I was a complete d-dickhead!”, his eyes were puffy and swollen as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. The scent that he thought he might never smell again. From the person he thought he had lost forever.

“Please don’t leave me”, his body was shaking under your touch, goosebumps visible on his arms.

“I won’t, I promise”, you answered and kissed the top of his head gently. 


You were sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, a cup of tea in your hand and Jimin sitting right next to you. There was space between the two of you, no part of your bodies was touching the other one. You were quietly sipping on your tea while Jimin was just staring at his fingers on his lap, small tears still streaming down his face. Your face was blank but Jimin’s looked full of hurt and regret, self hatred clearly displaced on its features.

After a while of just sitting next to each other in silence, he turned his face over to you.

“Why?”

His voice was shaking and his eyes had millions of different emotions in them, making it impossible for you to tell what he was thinking. All you could make out was the pain being supported by his tears and fragile state.

“Why what?”, you asked in confusion and slightly furrowed your eyebrows at him before taking another sip of your tea he had made for you. It had the right amount of sugar in it, just the way you liked it. He knew how you hated bitter drinks.

“Why were you in that bathtub? Why-”, he sighed deeply and looked away for a split second before focusing on your face again. “Why did you promise me that you wouldn’t leave me when I hurt you so bad?”

Again, his eyes filled with tears as he bit down on his lips, kneading his fingers together in anxiousness. 

“You thought, I was trying to take my own life right?”, you whispered, letting your index finger glide under his chin, lifting it up so he would look at you. He nodded in response, erupting in new sobs and you quickly grabbed his hand, trying to sooth him a little bit.

“I didn’t. I was just trying to get the pain away from my heart onto somewhere else on my body”, you sighed as you looked down. “I thought I would die from the pain I was feeling in my chest. Getting your heart ripped out by hand while someone else stabbed you in the chest seemed to be less painful than the heartache I was experiencing. That’s why I went in there. I wanted to feel pain somewhere else to be able to ignore or forget the pain that was making me go crazy. As soon as I sunk into the water, the iciness took over my body and everything went numb. I could relax.”

Jimin sniffled next to you and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Even though I wasn’t planning to kill myself, it felt so soothing to be in there. I don’t know if I would have just forgotten myself after a while and let the numbness take over me”, you squeezed his hand as your thumb slid over the back of his hand. 

“Thank you for getting me out of there before I could have done something stupid without noticing”, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear and he let his head fall back in pain, biting down on his lips in frustration, holding onto your hand in desperation. 

“I promised you to not leave you because that’s what I’m going to do Jimin”, your voice was stern, making his eyes turn to you again. “I’m not going to leave the way you thought I would. I’m not going to commit suicide, I will not hurt myself or do anything stupid. But we’re still over Jimin. I’m sorry.”

Desperation broke out of Jimin as he jumped up but fell down in the next second, landing in front of your knees, hands placing themselves around your legs, face looking up at you pleadingly. “No please (Y/N), please don’t let us be over! I beg you please, I can’t live without you. I-”, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before his emotions could take over him completely. He was already losing control over them but he realized, he needed to prove to you why you shouldn’t leave instead of just pleading and begging. He had hurt you deeply, deeper than anyone ever had. 

“I saw it. I saw everything. I was about to leave your front door when a group of fans came up the stairs and I hid behind the plants your neighbor has in front of her apartment. I heard what they said about you. Cruel things, things only mad people would say, as they left notes in front of your apartment. When they left, I opened the letters and I’m so sorry for not believing you (Y/N). I’m such an idiot. After I read their threats, I went downstairs and saw the same girls being chased away by the caretaker of your apartment building. I was furious from the letters still but confused as to why he was so upset and angry at them but as he got closer, he recognized me and stopped. You know what your caretaker said to me? ‘This is the third time this week that they vandalize our walls. If your people don’t do something real fast, I’m suing all of you and kicking (Y/N) out. I can’t afford all this painting and repairing anymore. I don’t shit money like you!’”, his voice broke and he closed his eyes in order to keep new tears from streaming down his face. By now, you were the one crying.

“I believe you, I believe everything you said. I know that saying this now won’t make my behavior from earlier disappear. Honestly, I don’t know what to do to make you realize that I love you more than I love myself and that I regret it so much that I didn’t believe you from the beginning. I regret being so ignorant and thinking that the love of my life would invent something like this, something so serious that she has been dealing with since we started dating. I can’t believe you were able to hide all of this from me for this long. You went through this every single day and never told me because you wanted to keep me safe. And what did I do? Treat you like complete shit. I’m such an asshole (Y/N) and I understand that you want to erase me out of your life, because I would do the same if I were you. But please, please give me another chance and let me show you that I can treat you better than that. I can treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will shower you with flowers every day, I will write you love letters that I usually keep to myself, I will make you breakfast every morning before I have to leave. I will make sure everyone who even slightly sends hate towards you, gets sued and charged for their behavior. I will do everything so that you know that you’re my princess, you’re my everything. I’m nothing without you (Y/N).”

You had your hands pressed over your mouth, stopping yourself from sobbing out loud as your face was covered by salty water. Jimin had made a mistake. A huge mistake that he regretted deeply. He had hurt you worse than anyone could have ever hurt you. Worse than anyone could ever imagine. The pain had been unbearable and sitting across from him, having him say all those words, made your chest hurt yet your tummy fill with thousands of butterflies. It was mixture of emotions, a feeling you couldn’t describe. A feeling you didn’t know existed until then.

“Do you mean this?”, you asked in confusion, not knowing what else to be saying in that situation. Jimin frantically nodded his head, holding your hands now in his own, softly kissing every centimeter of them.

“I wouldn’t say these things if I wasn’t being honest, you know me.”

Erupting into heartbreaking sobs you knelt down next to him, flinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Jimin instinctively wrapped his arms around your frame, holding the both of you up as you sobbed into his shoulder, while clinging onto him in exasperation. 

“I love you Jimin”, you sobbed and he sighed audibly. “I love you (Y/N). So much.”

You slowly leaned back to look into his eyes seriously. “If you ever do something like this, you’re dead.”

A small smile spread across his lips before he nodded. “Got it, babe. I will make sure that I will never be this stupid again, I promise.”

I hope you don’t mind, I drew your original character keiko.

Love your art, please keep up the great artwork!
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OH MY GAWD @gordon88. I NEARLY FACKING CHOKED ON MY OWN SPUTTER!
OH MY GAWD OH MY GAWssdH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M BLOWN AWAY, THROWN BACK, FLOORED AND EVERYTHING BEYOND. I CANNOT TELL YOU ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS, THERE IS NO LENGTH OF MEASUREMENT THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH.

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“In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing, save during those intervals of torpor to which I have alluded; and his thin, hawk-like nose gave his whole expression an air of alertness and decision. His chin, too, had the prominence and squareness which mark the man of determination. His hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments.”

The Tattoo Artist

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.450+

Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street

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“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” - Walt Whitman, Sun in Gemini

Esoterically the sign of Gemini is of most importance, because ether of the Gemini spirit exists every sign and expression. Gemini is the air we breathe, the words we exhale, the way we differentiate light from shadow.

~ ~ The translucent Gemini elixir can mold into any archetype and demonstrate any form. Mercury’s power was obvious to the Greeks and the Romans who ascribed him a caduceus which allowed him to travel through different realms, a helmet to protect his crowning glory, that magnificent mind, and winged feet that flutter to every dimension of existence. Hermes transported souls to the underworld, kept the lines of communication open with every God, and used mischief to create of the Milky Way. He is the Magician with his magic hands and brilliant mind. The Craftsman
The Writer. Thoughts that
The svelte mercurial figure that can shapeshift into any matrix, and it’s for this reason the Mercury, Gemini, and appropriately Virgo figure can embody the reckless and carefree spirit of Mars
the social decorum of Venus, the longings of the moon, the reverence of Saturn. Gemini’s invisibility and winged sandles fly him across the heavens through every conscious state, from the reception of Mercury to the unconscious kingdom of Pluto, as he takes departed souls with him, establishing the respect and companionship of
every God, from Zeus who watched from the mountain to Hades who resides in the underworld. He can dwell in the colours, light, and sound of consciousness and dive into the divine depths of the jeweled unconscious. Hermes is the God of transitions and he had access to all of these worlds. There are many worlds in the Gemini.
Gemini is the universal ‘Joker’, and that is the card beyond role. It’s reminds me of an Alan Watts lecture about the ‘Joker’ card, Gemini is the nature of the game, the presentation of alternatives. He mocks all, and defers no one. He is beyond all. But he can be all. He is seeing double and thinking triple.
The twins of opposition reflect dual states of being, the embodiment of sound and silence, life and death, the whole vibratory character of being.
The spirit and essence of Gemini exists within all of us. This opaque dewdrop contours, reflects, and creates pure magic, expressing the creative genius of every God and Goddess.

-Cherry


Written by Linda Sharp, one of the most talented journalists in the country. The sad thing is that those in greatest need of reading this article would quit midway through the first paragraph.

What Will It Take?

So, you voted for Trump.

You cheered his rhetoric of hate and phobias.

You proudly wore your “Fuck Your Feelings” t-shirts to his rallies.

You cried out “Lock her up!” at his events - not caring to comprehend that there is nothing to “lock her up” for. Hell, as recently as last night in Tennessee, you were still chanting that ridiculous mantra as he held another “Make Me Feel Great Again” rally.

You LOVED his blanket condemnations of Islam.

You grabbed your sac every time he hollered how Mexico would pay for his wall.

You death gripped your whiteness, so fearful of becoming the minority and having the treatment tables turned on you.

You happily lapped up every impossible promise he made.

You fact checked nothing. And you voted for him.

A man-baby so insecure with himself that he championed his own penis in a debate. A self-confessed womanizer, cheater, molester, and piece of excrement who has never had any use for religion was embraced by churchgoers because he said words like “abortion” and let people pray over him. A thin-skinned schoolyard bully who tweets as often and as foully as he farts his KFC emissions.

You voted for him despite the hordes of white supremacists who lauded him. You proudly stood shoulder to shoulder with them at his campaign stops. You joined in the mob mentality he meant to elicit each time he pointed to the penned in group of reporters and endangered their very lives.

You voted with your hate, with your ignorance, with your misogyny, with your fears, with your phobias, with your delusions.

You voted for his pledges to “drain the swamp.”

You spent 8 years hating on President Obama for every breath he dared to take, grabbing at every salacious made up story, ridiculing his time spent with his family, spent golfing, hell, you ridiculed his family as well. A family that never had a breath of scandal; a family that is affectionate, intelligent, close. A President who projected intellect, probity, empathy, sympathy; a President who was largely respected around the world.

When the election came around, you were more than happy to transfer your bullshit onto Hillary Clinton, believing all manner of made-up garbage, including that she runs a child rape ring from the basement of a pizza parlor.

Seriously, how fucking dense are you people?

Rhetorical question. No answer needed.

So, you voted for him. For that whole Make America Great Again emptiness, but then bumper sticker thinking tends to win the day in your crowd. Sorry, Trumper sticker thinking.

He has now been in office for just shy of two months. What will it take to make you finally wake up and see what you have let loose?

His great plan to defeat ISIS in 30 days? Where is it? Again, rhetorical question - it exists only between his ears and as expressed hot air when he rambles out loud.

He emboldened all the dullards who see only color, and who feel it is now their right to physically strike out at anyone who is not white - ripping off hijabs, punching people on subways, shooting them dead in bars - all accompanied by the words “Get out of my country!”

He hates Muslims so much (like you) that he has now tried twice to institute travel bans - except countries where he has financial interests, actual terrorists from those countries be damned - those Mu$lim$ are okey dokey? How do you reconcile that?

You gleefully supported over 33 hearings on Benghazi, not caring one whit how your tax dollars were being squandered on a witch hunt in which your own party could find no wrongdoing on Hillary’s part. Yet Trump orders an ill-conceived, bravado-laden raid over dinner resulting in women, children, and a Navy SEAL being killed, and you look away.

Seriously, the mental gymnastics you must be doing to be cool with that are worthy of a Simone Biles gold.

He promised you the “greatest health care” while stumping, and has now made it clear that what he supports is tens of millions being throw off their insurance, premium increases that will bankrupt your parents, and millions in tax cuts for his rich friends. Good luck when little Johnny needs asthma meds or you get ass cancer. Or you change jobs and your wife with diabetes can no longer get insured because of that pesky pre-existing condition of hers. Oh, and you are aware that her simply being a woman will be a pre-existing condition, correct? Perhaps you should have done your research and actually comprehended that the Affordable Care Act and the FOX slurred Obamacare are the same thing.

Maybe when enough of you start to die… will that be enough?

You derided Obama as elite for his impressive education, called him a celebrity because of his crowds. Then you elected a petulant, spoiled brat from Wharton, who was a reality TV star.

Does your hypocrisy chafe at all?

Trump assured you time and again that Mexico would pay for that big beautiful border wall. Mexico told him to fuck off time and time again. And now, today comes the confirmation in his own budget proposal sent to Congress that YOU will be paying the billions for a wall that will be meaningless.

Is that enough? What, no umbrage? No outrage?

You embraced his every childish taunt, his every 3 am Twitter rampage during the campaign, thinking them hilarious, brave, profound - how about now that he should be governing yet is more distracted by wars with Nordstrom and Snoop Dogg?

He making you proud by acting like a 12-year-old boy with his first cell phone?

That whole swamp draining thing? Um, he is surrounded by white nationalists, climate deniers, liars, and fellow million/billionaires. He loudly derided Hillary for giving a speech at Goldman Sachs - you booed and hissed and wanted her head - he has surrounded himself with former Goldman Sachs employees.

“Her emails! Her server! Security!!!!!” <—-There’s a popular one from the campaign trail. Yet you are as quiet as a ward of coma patients as his administration uses private email servers, he openly conducts the business of national security over dinner at his “winter White House,” invites Mar-a-Lago members to sit in on cabinet interviews, and he continues to use an unsecured Android phone.

Vacations? Golfing? Pfffft. “There’s just so much to be done,” Trump told CBS’ 60 Minutes in an interview broadcast Nov. 13, 2016. “So I don’t think we’ll be very big on vacations, no.” Melissa McCarthy (ahem, Sean Spicer), his sartorially challenged mouthpiece, told FOX “He will never take a vacation… he can’t sit still. He’s so eager to get things done and change things up – there is never an idle moment and so there is not going to be the word vacation will not exist in a Trump administration.”

He leaves tomorrow for the FIFTH weekend trip to Mar-a-Lago, where he most certainly fills his idle time with round after round of golf. He has played NINE times since taking office.

What, is golfing suddenly cool? Ok with all of you who derided every stroke Obama took? And the costs you all shit yourselves blind over in terms of “vacations” when Obama was in office? All these $3 million trips to Florida hunky dory with you? West Palm Beach is starting to realize what a bankrupting grifter he is as his repeated trips are threatening the very existence of many businesses: “We’re going broke.”  $1.7 million dollars in taxpayer money that has gone from the WPB coffers to his security? The White House refuses to even acknowledge the requests to be reimbursed.

Melania living in Manhattan and costing you (all of us) just shy of a million a day? Look, I am fine with their choice to let Barron finish the school year there. My own family has made that choice, hell, we are LIVING that choice, and have been for over 9 years. BUT WE ARE PAYING THE COSTS OF OUR CHOICE.

<Insert crickets.>

Of course, it’s ok with you. You’d rather eat from a buffet of Trump’s rectal remnants than admit, perhaps, that you got conned by a man who literally earned the moniker Don The Con DECADES ago. You got played by a reprobate who has made a very public display of constantly and consistently cheating, lying, ripping off, and threatening people all his life. The Art of the Deal? Sorry, the only art here is the art form to which he raised carnival barking.

So what will it take? THAT is a serious question.

Will you have to see your own grandparents starve to death as Meals On Wheels evaporates? Will Putin have to be caught with his tongue in Trump’s mouth and his hand down his trousers for you to stop with the “fake news” bullshit? Sorry, but just because news doesn’t make your head feel good or your pee pee hard does not make it fake. Will your child have to die in front of you because your healthcare disintegrated? Well, you can take heart in all those new weapons of death he has promised for the military.

What will it take for you to finally admit that you were lied to, vote grifted, used?

I suspect for most of you will take a target finally being squarely placed on your back.

Whether it is healthcare, bankruptcy, your coal jobs NOT coming back, your deployed spouse or child being blown to bits in a war of distraction and bravado, or finally being labeled a “loser” by Trump for being poor - it will happen.

You cheered as he targeted Muslims. Because you aren’t one. You applauded as he targeted the LGBT. Because you aren’t one. You proudly wore your MAGA hats as he targeted Mexicans. Because you aren’t one. You laughed as he constantly went after minorities (pssst, brown people). Because you are not one. You clapped like a deranged seal as he repeatedly took aim at Black Lives Matter supporters. Because you are not one. You blew off his obvious ridiculing of a disabled reporter. Because you are not disabled.

Your target is coming. It is inevitable. You will need something at some point - we all do - assistance, insurance, school lunches for your children when you lose your job, food stamps, housing aid, an emergency operation, and on and on. And when you do, you will be a loser, a taker, a welfare cheat. Too bad you can’t eat boot straps.

Some of you are slowly opening your eyes - comment sections now contain those who confess to making a mistake with their vote, TrumpRegrets collects all the staunch supporters who have finally realized they have been chewing on bullshit, not red meat, thrown to them by this fraud. Investigations into his lies and connections (and those of the cadre of villains around him) are ongoing and more is gleaned every day.

His house of cards is coming down. Alternative facts, fake news, Tweets meant to distract, all of it, will eventually give way to cold, hard facts that reveal how vile, corrupt, compromised, and naked is this emperor. Sadly, however, the damage has been done.

And you own it. All 62 million who looked the other way at every horrific statement, heinous promise, and pledge to hurt other people. You did this to our nation because, like Trump, you cared more about winning than you do about your neighbors, this country.

What will it take? Pain.

It’s coming Trumpers. But when you are crying, in need, damaged, bereft don’t expect the majority that tried to keep this from happening to feel sorry for you.

To quote your t-shirts: Fuck Your Feelings.

My kh fantasy ch 1

Please note this is my first story and I’m not an English major just my fantasy free lance writing 

Chapter 1 

Well I started out like most of us kinksters. I stumbled upon chastity while browsing other porn sites and became instantly turned on and devoted all my extra time to finding out everything there is to know about chastity. I loved the history of how the knights would lock up their wives while away at war to the current day of women locking up men or in this day in age men locking up men.

I remember ordering my first cage online the cb-2000. My erection growing and pulsing in my jeans as I’m entering my credit card number of course I upgraded to next day air express shipping. I ordered and shipped it to my work because it said discreet shipping and I knew what time the ups truck showed up. The next day I so distracted waiting for my package to arrive I remember the buzzer ringing at the back door I ran through the office to greet the handsome man in the brown uniform I signed for my package and went directly to the men’s room and tried it on. I started with the larger ring with medium spacing and closed the lock oh what a feeling that was. I took the rest of the pieces and keys to my vehicle and remained locked for the rest of the day. And of course, I ordered other cages the cb-3000, 6000, 6000s, curve and the bird cage, jail house. My current cage is the holy trainer v2 and has been the comfortable and discreet cage I have found that fits my anatomy.

But like most I was a self locker and could unlock whenever I wanted so I decided it was time to step up my game. I posted an ad on craigslist it read as follows.

HI I’m a 33-year-old male looking for a key holder I have been wearing my chastity cage for 3 days with no orgasm 2 day prior to that my record is two weeks of lock up. I’m going to place my keys in my paid locker #117 at the gym the combination is 7-13-4 the gym is located at 513 Main St. Portland. If you do not have a membership they offer a two-week trial pass for free the keys will be hanging on the hook please just take them and my release is up to your discretion. You may leave a note or respond to this ad at your convenience. My release is in your hands. You can just be a key holder or have me complete a task to earn my freedom or any other creative ideas you may come up with. I wish to thank you in advance for your services.

And then I hit submit ad. I live about 4 blocks from the gym. I rushed to the gym to not disappoint anyone and put my keys on the hook and changed my clothes. I work out regularly m-f and it varies am or pm. This was a Saturday I skipped Sunday to give myself a break. I continued my work out at the gym Monday trough Thursday with the keys still on the hook my horniness growing more and more every day. My plan on Friday was to unlock myself after my work out jerk off in the shower and relock but when I returned from my workout the keys were gone.

You can imagine my thoughts running through my head. Had this guy been stalking me all week watching me change my clothes as it was busy gym there was always someone in the locker room. I took my shower wondering who my new key holder was. There was no note in my locker and no email on my phone responding to my ad it finally hit me I am no longer in control of my orgasms. 

From The Start (Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader)

CHAPTER: 3/?

SUMMARY: It was the note: you found it on the floor on your way to French class, nearly everything scribbled out with only a few legible sentences. “I’ve got to end this on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, not even you, stop me. I’m going into the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.” Though it was impossible to make out the name of the writer, you were sure you could save them. You had a month, after all. It was November 1st.

WORD COUNT: 3995,,, listen,,, i got a bit carried away with drunk lin,,,

WARNINGS: depression, alcohol, lots of mentions of suicide

TAGS: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @linmanuclmiranda @hamilamstrash @leidilaurens @the-gay-anomaly @ahhhhamilton @fangirling-saved-me @love-doesnt-discriminate @chuckisgod @ramsassy-rhino-beetle @superwholockbooknerd526 @neymar-messi-fcb

A/N: i cried like 500 times while writing and editing this and i was gonna have some people read it over and give feedback but i honestly would rather shoot myself than have to keep working on this chapter. that said, this was my favorite chapter to write so far. if you want to be tagged in future chapters, let me know :)

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November 3rd

Golden boy’s eyes gleam gold in the early morning light. Golden boy loses himself in a cloud of smoke before the day’s even half over. And by night, golden boy looks up at the stars and wishes for a world in which he wasn’t gold, but silver. Platinum, perhaps. Anything but gold. Gold is too shiny, too perfect, and that’s the last thing golden boy wants to be. People expect too much out of gold. Silver, however, blends in.

No matter who the golden boy is, this is their life. No golden boy wants to be golden, and Lin-Manuel Miranda was no exception.

However, he was different from other golden boys you’d come across, though you couldn’t figure out how. The way he held himself, the way his voice ebbed and flowed in the smoke filled air, the expressions that painted themselves across his face. There was nothing to say he was anything special- just another golden boy who’d lost his way, yet it was clear that he was different.

He hadn’t left your mind since you’d met him. Thoughts of him had nearly replaced the approaching date- December 1st. Even on the third of November, it felt as though December 1st was too soon. Too close. Rapidly becoming less of a concept and more of a reality.

You drew to mind an image of the golden boy: eyes blown wide in the morning air, lips frozen in a ghost of a smile, a cigarette held between trembling fingers. His voice wavered, whispers strung out in the air, and that’s when it hit you.

Lin was different from the other golden boys you’d met because he was the only one who hadn’t yet realized how brightly he shone.

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They Were Right (Alex Summers)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Swear words

A/N: based off of this post from @kurtwxgners + Flashbacks and different pov’s are italicized because y’all know Im the queen of excessively using flashbacks to show character development. ;)

Originally posted by resourcesforourfallenheroes

It was mid-January and you couldn’t help the cheeky grin that poured over your features as you skipped to your best friends’ side. They all smiled back widely, sharing looks, and asking why you were in such a good mood. Honestly it was a mix of everything; the atmosphere, your new clothes, the weather. You loved the winter time and even though Christmas passed a few weeks before you were yet to come off the high of the holidays. Shrugging lightly your lips quirked up giddily as your fingers traced the lace detail in your skirt, “probably just the new clothes”
Everything on your body was new to your collection; from the skirt Jean had bought you on new year’s to the boots you had begged Alex to get you for Christmas.

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Night has fallen over Brooklyn. Two men are making their way through the city, one of them, the taller one, appearing to have slight troubles walking. “You really kicked my ass!”, he excitedly tells the other man. “To be fair, it WAS quite a competition, I didn’t expect you to be so good at a game you’ve never played before”, replies the smaller man, who, unlike his companion, doesn’t seem to have any problems walking in a straight line. “I told you! It’s not that different from archery, it’s all about the aim!” The taller man’s voice sounds slightly slurred and giddy, although he doesn’t appear to be particularly drunk, which results in both of them laughing. In front of a big apartment they both suddenly come to a halt, the taller of the two looking down to the ground for a brief moment after the other jokingly says “And so we part”. The two men look at the other with a fond expression and the air around them seems to change all of a sudden. “This was fun. A lot of fun, actually. And it was really nice. I mean, not that I expected anything else, you are really nice and really funny so obviously a date with you would also be really nice and … really… funny..” are the words being blurted out by the tipsy man and that make the fashionable man in front of him smile lovingly. “I can only reciprocate that compliment. You were an excellent date.” A taint blush appears on the other man’s cheeks. “Can I bring you upstairs?” - “Bringing me home now, are we? And here I thought you couldn’t be more of a gentleman after trying to let me win.” - “I wasn’t.. I was only going easy on you because you looked so sad.” - “I figured” - “But you kicked my ass anyways.” The other man grins “Also.. you bought me that drink… and you held the door open for me so I guess that makes both of us gentlemen doesn’t it?? I mean we are both men and I don’t know about the gentle but-” The grin on the other man’s face grows wider “I don’t even know where I was going with that…. that’s your fault from allowing me to drink this much!!” - “Those were merely three drinks darling, it’s not my fault you are a complete Lightweight!” Understanding the pun the taller man lets out a snort and mumbles out a “Lightweight..” while shaking his head “I’m not!” - “Hate to break it to you but.. you are. But you can try and prove me wrong another time if you’d like. For now… let’s see, where were we? Oh right, you wanted to bring me inside.” He tries to make his voice sound teasing but the other man knows that he is actually extremely endeared by the gesture. “Yeah.. That I did.” - “Okay, shall we go?” - “Okay” - “Okay?” And so they go inside where they would continue to jokingly tease each other and eventually end their date in a goodnight-kiss.