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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

tagging: @tiaamberxx

[mentalspaco]

Yes, yes, you bring my senses to life with your discreet and friendly productions, with your portrait in front of me it seems I have the sweetness of being with you, oh, how could my soul believe that friendship could reach these heights.

Francisco de Goya talking abt his love, his sweetness, the one who gives him life and joy

His frIeNd Zapater, who he had an OBVIOUSLY clOSe relATionShiP with!!

HHMMMMM BUT WHAT COULD HAVE CONNECTED THEM???🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

WE MUST NEVER NOW 🤷🤷🤷🤷

(okay yes I know he also drew paintings of some other women except his deceased wife but wtf)

[the-archxr]

cherry

marc spector x female!reader

summary: marc made you a promise during your most recent encounter. one that he intends to keep, no matter where you two are.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* a couple people asked for a part two to my most recent fic, ‘it’s worth it, it’s divine’ and of course, after I got this idea, I had to. this fic can also be read on its own, you don’t need to read the other one to really know what’s happening (although both have smut and we’re all thirsty bitches so)

warnings: +18 content, like this, is pure porn, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, oral sex (f receiving) honestly that’s all this fic is, fingering, size kink, lots of dirty talk, marc calls reader ‘baby’ again cause that’s his new brand, body worship, public sex, mentions of sexual acts from the other fic, more canon divergence

word count: 3k

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“Fuck, Marc, just—oh my go—“

A large hand places itself over your mouth, robbing your body of any breadth.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you baby?”

You shake your head aggressively, feeling him smile against your core.

“Good.”

Then, for the second time in ten minutes, Marc gives his full attention to you, and goes back to what he was doing…

Eating you out in the hallway.

A sudden nudge of his nose makes you gasp, though it’s stunted as you bite your lip, nearly drawing blood. Your mouth is already raw from his earlier assault, but he’ll stop if you make any more noise. So all you can do is hold on.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It hadn’t even been a full week since you last saw him. Since you two had sex against Hathor’s statue and you rode him until you both came beneath the glittery night sky; since you had the most mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

You hadn’t seen him since neither of you really interacted with each other outside of the pyramids. But today was yet another impromptu Council meeting.

This time, apparently, it was because of Khonshu’s doing. Khonshu wanted to talk, which meant that Marc was going to be there, standing before all of you as though the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out a couple nights before.

Not that he was subtle anyway.

Hathor, of course, found it to be incredibly amusing. So much so, that she wouldn’t stop talking your ear off as Marc’s eyes and devilish smirk consistently found yours during the briefing.

It’s not that you were ashamed. Not at all. Fuck, if you could’ve, you would brag about that entire night to everyone you knew.

Everyone except the Ennead.

Because you’re positive Horus would be less than pleased to hear that Hathor’s avatar got dicked down in the main room, much less by the avatar of the god they hated the most.

So you kept quiet and averted Marc’s gaze as much as possible. But your lack of reciprocation did nothing to quell him. In fact, it only seemed to egg him on more. Making the entire meeting incredibly difficult to sit through.

You could feel his stare on you the entire time, even when Isis and Osiris took turns berating him. Even when Khonshu spoke through him, somehow his gaze never left yours. It was this feeling that limited your involvement in the conversation. Luckily Hathor didn’t try to make you talk, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to. You wouldn’t be able to speak to him without thinking of the look on his face as you sat on his cock. You wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the way you screamed his name and begged him to let you cum.

So you kept your eyes to the ground, trying to both tune out the goddess's comments and the meeting at play to the best of your ability.

And then the Council was dismissed. Horus hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were out of your chair and heading for the hallway.

Why are we walking so fast? Don’t you wanna say hi to your friend?

Hathor’s voice was playful as she thudded behind you, laughing to herself as she went on and on about Marc.

You’re the only person I know who runs from someone who gave them a mind-blowing orgasm, ya know, is what she said to you.

You never responded to her, far too focused on navigating the halls as quickly as possible until you were free.

But then he cut you off.

And so here you were: your head thrown against the wall with Marc’s face stuffed between your thighs and that familiar tightening sensation returning like a blazing fire.

“Marc…” you call out to him. He chuckles, misinterpreting it as a moan. You move your hips against him (ignoring the twinge of pleasure that radiates down your legs), to get him off of you so that way you can reason with him.

You need to tell him that you want him. So fucking bad. But you can’t have him here. Especially with the other avatars still congregating in the next room.

“Marc, honey.” With a huff, Marc stands up straight, face and chest incredibly close to yours. The air around the two of you grows thin, and suddenly, you feel light-headed. “The other avatars, they’re still here. We can’t—you can’t…”

His hand tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear before settling his palm on the side of your cheek. “Baby, I’m sure they’ve done much worse things.” He leans down, nipping and suckling at the hollow of your throat. “Besides, they won’t know if you don’t make any noise. I made you a promise…” A finger comes up to your lips and separates them; the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down. “And I am a man of my word. Now…can I go back to my meal? I promise to make you feel just as good as last time, baby.”

You whimper along with a barely-there nod; body involuntarily folding into his. He grins. “Wonderful.”

And with that, he falls to his knees again, yanking your shorts and underwear down from your knees to your ankles. He holds them until you step out of them, before neatly folding the garment beside you.

He starts just underneath your breasts, leaving scorching kisses through the fabric of your t-shirt as his hands run up and down your bare legs. They leave goosebumps in their wake as he slowly edges to where you want—need—him most. He descends down to your cunt, nudging his nose into every curve, slowly mouthing at your hip. His palm splays across the expanse of your thigh, kneading the flesh there.

He’s slow this time around. His desire is not as rushed or hungry. There’s a different sort of passion to his actions.

Puffs of his hot breath hit your pussy, until he’s widening the space between your thighs and kissing you right at the junction of your left thigh.

“Mhmm, missed you.” He mumbles to himself before moving in. His lips wrap around your clit, slowly massaging the little bundle of nerves until every one of them has been turned on. He hums at his own ministrations, and the vibration stings the base of your spine. He toys with you, the ashes he left in his wake a couple days ago reigniting in an instant.

Your hand shoots to his scalp, fingers carding through his hair mindlessly. A feeble attempt to make yourself busy as his mouth does its work.

All thought of the Ennead walking in on this leaves you as he laps at your dripping arousal. He acts like a man on death row like you’re his final meal and he’s going to enjoy it in every way he can. He’s messy; all tongue and teeth and feather-light kisses that make your bones shake. His shoulders hold your body in place against the wall as his head dips and moves in the low glow of the hallway light. You’re nearly off the floor; only his body, and your tiptoes supporting you, as he pulls your hips forward to meet his mouth.

The noises are obscene. A mix of grumbles, hums, and breathy moans echo around you until all you can hear is the sound of him enjoying the taste of you.

He promised you last time that the second time you came was going to be on his face. And with the way the pleasure sears through you, you guarantee that he’s going to get what he wants.

Your back arches into him as your grip on his hair tightens. You feel the way he tries to calm himself down at that. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Another swirl of his tongue. “So. Good… Can tell you’re close.”

You sigh, head lolling to the end of the hallway. You can hear the faint voices of the avatars—still present and chatting as you are being brought to an impending orgasm. It’s an interesting contrast; knowing that they are blissfully unaware of how Khonshu’s avatar has been bringing you to your climax for the second time in this fucking pyramid.

You do your best to be quiet; to keep your sounds to a minimum so as to not alert them. But then his tongue flicks your hole before it slips in and you're slapping your free palm against your mouth.

Your eyes are screwed shut as your hips gyrate at a much faster speed. “Marc…” you whisper, freeing your face of your hand as a particularly loud moan tickles the back of your throat. You hold it there. Desperately trying to keep your release under control. Except he makes it so very strenuous.

Because he’s dangling you over the edge. So close, that just one more stray movement would have you tumbling over the cliff, a mess of sweat and cries as you fuck his face.

“You’re holding back, baby. C’mon. Cum on my face. Wanna taste you for real.” You let out a low grunt at his words. He can still feel you holding your orgasm in, which seems to only frustrate him. And it’s that action alone that makes his hands tighten around your hips as his tongue moves in you faster. A desire to toss you over the cliff and watch as you unravel.

The feeling is all-consuming. You need to cum. So, so badly. But you won’t. You can’t. They’ll absolutely hear you if you do.

But then you feel his hips against the lower part of your leg and you realize he’s grinding himself on you. Marc dry-humps your bare leg, loudly groaning at the friction of his jeans and your trembling body. He’s getting himself off as he eats you out, and it’s that thought that has you crashing.

Your jaw falls slack, movements coming to a halt as you hold him against you. You white-knuckle the fist full of curls as you quiver beneath the weight of his body. Thankfully, no noise escapes you. Just the occasional squeak as your mouth stays open in a silent moan. You came on his face; the same way in which he promised you; the same way in which he wanted.

But he keeps at his pace. Keeps licking and sucking at you, even after your high has gone.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “That was good. You’re so good for me.” He bites at the curve of your hip bone, before soothingly licking at it. “But I think you can do better. Think you can be louder. What do you say hmm?” You squint at him through half-lidded eyes and a hazy mind. “Think you can give me a couple more?”

“Couple more?!” Your voice shrieks, the sudden attention of what he’s demanding rattling around your brain. And then you realize how loud you were, and you practically melt into the wall out of embarrassment.

You let out a loud sigh. “Fuck, Marc. Someone’s—you kept your promise. Please. You—you made me feel good, please. I promise.“

He clicks his tongue against his cheek as he shakes his head. “No. No, I don’t think I did. I think…” he palms you then, the heel of his hand pressing deeply into you. “I think I need to make sure that you feel good.”

His fingers tease your throbbing entrance mercilessly as he awaits a response. Though you come up with nothing as you rack your brain for something. Anything. Part of you knows the dangers of you getting in trouble by a far-too-curious Council member, and wants to protest Marc’s efforts. But the other part of you—the part that is still incredibly turned on by the way he pats your folds like an instrument—knows you never wanted him to stop. You wanted him to pull every ounce of pleasure he possibly can from you.

And that’s when you make your decision.

Looking down at him, you inhale deeply, hoping it’ll give you as much confidence as possible. “Give it to me. However many you can just—please…fuck me, Marc. Fuck me.”

He’s stoic for a moment. A brief flicker of shock until his face contorts into a wide grin. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think I can stop if we get goin’.”

Raising an eyebrow, you bring your hand to the back of his head, eagerly pushing him into you. “I want to cum on your face.”

“…God, I thought you’d never ask.”

Figuratively and literally, he dives back into you. Your lips are swollen and puffy and you’re nearly numb as he continues to eat you out. There’s hardly any build-up this time. Instead, he’s just licking everything, everywhere until you can hear your wetness. It’s dirty—fucking filthy as his head bobs between your thighs.

The stimulation is blinding; boiling beneath your skin to the point where your heartbeat feels like it’s coming from your throbbing pussy. He paws at you, desperate to taste every inch of you. Desperate to hear every sound possible come from you. He flattens his tongue; swirls it around your aching bud, nips, sucks, and shoves it back into your entrance. He falls into a rhythm; a mix-up of different actions that make you want to cry. “Fucking shit, Marc. More, please. Wanna’ cum.”

He doesn’t stop; determined to know every single thing about you. Inside and out. To memorize the way you cum. To know the way you feel tightening around every part of him. To have your thighs shake around his head; to have you gush on his tongue. He continues his pattern, ever-so-slightly increasing his speed with the pitch of your moans. “Fuck, fuck. Marc, I’m—holy shit, I’m gonna cum, gonna—I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

You nearly fall off the wall into him as your orgasm rips through you. You scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through your high. You’re gasping in between each wave; each ebb and flow of your release affects a different part of your body until you fall limp and your grip on his body ceases.

Immediately—as though the man doesn’t need to breathe—he’s standing up, body fully engulfing you as he breathes into your neck. He’s huge (you know he is, every part of him). And the fact that your body seems so small in comparison to his, makes you wet all over again. “Want one more, baby. Think you can do that?”

You don’t respond. Simply, you just crash your mouth into his. You taste yourself on his tongue as it explores everything it can. The act is filthy; painfully sexy as you groan through flash images and reminiscent feelings. Somehow you can’t get enough. Your body feels like it’s floating. It’s nearly in complete ecstasy. But you know have another one in you. You’re not fully satisfied. You can feel the desperation for one more release deep in your bones.

You just need one more.

You don’t speak, at least you don’t think you do. You don’t voice your desires into existence. But regardless, Marc knows. Because then he’s dragging two fingers through your slit, collecting your cum before dipping the digits into your aching hole. Your chest heaves almost instantly. Your body opens itself up to him, fully allowing itself to feel everything. To feel the building of your third orgasm.

Fuck, just one more…

He pumps his fingers a couple times inside you before curling them near your cervix, mimicking a come-hither motion. You moan into his mouth, his throat eager to swallow every little sound you make.

“God, baby, just like that.” Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head at this point as he uses his thumb to stroke you while his other fingers pump in and out. In and out.

“That feel good, honey?” He ponders, feigning innocence. You can tell he’s watching the way his fingers fully sheathe themselves in your pussy. The way they disappear, then reappear covered in the remnants of your orgasm and the perpetual arousal; the beginnings of your third climax. And fuck you’re almost there. You’re so stimulated, so fucking horny that he’s already brought you there. You’ve started to ride his hand, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, until you’re sore and bedridden and can’t think about anything other than how hard he makes you cum.

“Fuck.” He growls into your neck. “Gonna cum again, baby?”

You nod, grinding down onto his fingers as quickly as your aching body can muster. The sounds of his wrist slapping against your mound drive you mad; crazy for the way they move inside you. You can feel the bend of his knuckles and the base of his fingers where they meet his palm. They curl and glide with ease as he rubs you in just the right way. His actions are fast. So frenzied and erotic. So deliciously hot that you can’t tell the difference between the heavy pounding of his fingers or the growing knot right above your pussy.

“Harder,” you cry. “Fuck, Marc, don’t stop. M’gonna cum.”

“Open your eyes, baby. Wanna watch you.”

Willing yourself to open them, your fingers go down to his hand buried between your folds. You grab it, feeling the way the muscles flex and ripple beneath the skin as they move with you. Gasping, you arch into his chest, maintaining eye contact as you watch his pupils dilate.

And then the coil breaks. It’s a hard snap that renders the lower half of your body completely devoid of any feeling. Whining, you shove your head into his neck, biting his shoulder as your vision goes blurry. Your climax is hard and goes away just as quickly as it came. Yet your body still shudders. Your contentment lives in the afterglow of your euphoria and allows you to move slowly against his hand until you come back down from space.

Marc presses kiss after kiss—all gentle and loving—into your hair. He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching pussy, but he doesn’t move them either. Just keeps them there for a moment as he breathes in your scent.

“My turn.”

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[viking-raider]

Powerless *Sensitive*

Summary: Henry is woken up in the middle of the night, by Kal, only to find you in a powerless battle, with something much darker than the night outside. The darkness inside yourself.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 1,686

Rating: M - Violence, Blood, Hurt/Comfort, Demons, Kal, light fluff, slight daddy kink

Inspiration: This was given to me via an anon.

Author’s Note: This is VERY sensitive content, many will find this hard to read. If you’re ever feeling this way, please reach out to those that can help you, a family member or a therapist.

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“Kal!” Henry groaned as the 45kg Akita pounced on him.

“Come on, Kal, it's the middle of the night!” He scolded him, pushing him off, and that's when he heard the odd strangled sound. “Y/n?” He called, abruptly awake and rolled onto his back, his hand moving out to touch you, only coming up with cold sheets.

The odd strangled sound reached him again, now fully awake, Henry quickly identified the sound; it was a choked sob. He sat up in bed and looked through the open doorway and saw you standing in the living room, turned sideways and clutching something in one hand and pressing it to the forearm of your other arm. You whimpered and shifted, the street light coming in from the living room window made the object in your hand glint, Henry's stomach clenched, watching you start to pull it across your arm, and was out of bed, in a flash of limbs and blankets.

“Y/n, no!” He yelled, startling you. “Stop.” He added softer, his socked feet sliding to a stop across the hardwood.

You backed away from him, pressing the knife firmer against your forearm, blood dripping off your fingers and shaking your head, mindlessly at him. “No.” You squeaked, shaking hard.

Henry took slow deep breaths, calming himself down, knowing that if he got worked up and in over his head, you would only freak out more and do something neither of you could live with. As calm as he could get, Henry slowly stretched his arm out to you, motioning with his fingers. “Give me the knife, y/n.” He said to you, quietly and gulped, watching your dark red blood drip to the floor. “Please.”

“No.” You answered, your voice weak from tears. “No, I can't.”

“Yes, you can.” He nodded, licking his lips. “You can give to me,” he smiled softly at you. “I know, you can, sweetheart. You're so str--”

“Don't try that shite on me, Henry!” You barked, standing up straighter, even more agitated. “Fucking emotional blackmail, I have quite enough of that on my own!” You growled, sliding the knife a little more along your forearm; making Henry wince and look away, scrunch his eyes closed.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, slowly opening his eyes again, seeing the blood pool and flow through the fingers of your limp hand. He had to get your attention, snap you out of whatever the fuck you were going through and take the knife away from you. “I didn't mean it like that way, love.” He told you, slowly, taking the teeniest step forward. “I just meant,” He licked his lips, trying to figure something out. “I know, you're going through something right now,” he sighed, relaxing. “obviously.” he motioned to your arm. “but, you don't have to go through it like that, babe. I'm right here, with you.” He bit his lips, gulping down his emotions, and held his hand out again.

“Let me help.”

“You using reverse psychology, on a psychology major, Puppy?” You laughed, smirking darkly at him. “That was damn good, Hen.” You complimented him, but didn't give into him. “But, no. I'm tired, of feeling this way, almost nothing works, and even that feels like its slipping away. So, what's the fucking point, anymore?” You told him, sliding the knife a little lower.

That's when another section of Henry's brain clicked on, his body tensed and he fixed you with a stern expression. “Give Daddy the knife, Baby.” He ordered you, in a sharp voice.

It clicked on the similar section of your own brain, making your head tilt with instinctive response and caught you off-guard enough, for Henry to lunge forward, his hand closing around the one you held the knife with, yanked it away from your arm, and completely out of your hand, tossing it on the coffee table, as he used the leverage of your hand to spin you around and pull you back against him, crossing your arms against your chest, and locking his arms over them, holding you up. Henry dropped his face into your neck and shoulder, panting hard from adrenaline and pent up emotions, both of you shaking against each other, and sobbing freely.

“Don't do that to me again, Baby.” Henry cried, pressing his forehead to your temple. “Please, for the love of God, don't do that again, y/n.” He gulped hard, squeezing his eyes shut against fresh tears, he'd almost lost you. “I can't live without you.”

“I'm sorry, Daddy.” You cried, dropping your head back against his chest. “I'm so sorry, Henry. I-I don't kn-know what came over...”

“Ssshhhh.” He hushed you, pressing his lips to your cheek. “It's all right, I got you now, sweetie.” He whispered lovely to you, carefully turning you around to face him and pressed his lips to your forehead, then your lips. “You're safe with me.” He told you, laying your head on his chest and just held you for a while, before directing you to the bathroom.

Picking you up, Henry set you on the bathroom counter and knelt to pull out the cotton pads and antiseptic wash from under the sink. Holding your bloody arm over the sink, Henry rinsed it off with water first, and checked them. Luckily, the four long cuts weren't deep enough for a hospital visit. Thank God for small miracles. Henry thought, pressing a few cotton pads on them, then soak those with the wash, making you grunt and hiss.

“A small price.” He said, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Keep your arm like that, we don't need anymore blood all over your clothes and the house.” He told you, making sure you kept your arm over the sink, then went out to the kitchen, grabbing the roll of paper towels off the holder and a bottle of disinfectant, he cleaned up all the blood in the living room and the trail to the bathroom. “Let's see.” He sighed, carefully removing the soiled pads and was relieved they stopped bleeding for the most part. “Stay here.” He told you, giving you a look of warning, then jogged out to the car, taking out the medical kit he had in the trunk, thanks to his mum, who made him carry one in the car.

You never know, Henry! She'd said as she handed to him.

“No, you don't.” he sighed, coming back in the bathroom.

“Don't what?” You asked quietly, blinking at him.

“Nothing, just recalling something my mother said.” He answered, unzipping the kit and pulled out the roll of medical gauze, carefully wrapping it around your wounded arm and securing it with a bit of medical tape. “Fucking Christ, Nugget.” He sighed, raking his bloody hands through his hair and looking the two of you over, your shirt and shorts were covered in blood, there were drip marks on your thighs and a smudge on your face; Henry had it all over his hands, upper arms and shirt. “Look at me.” He whispered, staring at you. “Come on, look at me.” He said, resting his hands on edge of the counter, on either side of your legs.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead against Henry's chest, your hands grabbing a hold of his hips. “I'm sorry, Daddy.” You mumbled, sucking on your bottom lip.

Henry nodded his head and kissed the top of yours, this is how you wanted to do it. That was fine with Henry, as long as you were all right and safe. “Look at Daddy, Baby.” He whispered into your hair, feeling the shiver of obedience race down your back, lifting his head. “There's that beautiful face.” He cooed at you, sweetly, and grinned. “Tell me, you've always woken me up or come to me, before it gets like this.” He said, his face and voice softening with confused concern. “Why didn't you come to me this time, Baby? What happened?”

“I don't know.” You sighed, blinking at him and biting your lip. “I was awake and moving, before I even realized what I was doing, and-” You floundered, trying to describe what had gone on inside of you. “and I just...got-lost in it, before I was able to get a hold of it and prevent it.” You told him, shaking your head, it was a weak summary of what had happened, but, you couldn't figure out how to actually explain it. “It consumed me, like the darkest night and I was powerless.”

“I'm sorry.” Henry whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “I wish, I could have been awake, when it started.” He told you, letting you scoot closer to him, loosely wrapping your legs around his thighs and your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek to his chest. “It's odd, though. I usually do wake up, even a little bit, when you get out of bed. I didn't feel you get up, at all.” He thought about it. “It was Kal, that woke me up.” Henry looked out the bathroom door and saw Kal sitting in the middle of the hallway, staring at the two of you.

“When the bark didn't work.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“He barked?” Henry frowned down at you, even more bothered.

You helped up your thumb and first two fingers for him to see. “Three times.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He sighed, pushing a hand through his curls. “If it wasn't for him..”

“I'd be dead.” You stated, flatly.

Henry pulled back, grabbing your face in his hands and looked at you with shocked, hurt. “Don't ever say that again.” He told you, though it sounded a lot more like a beg.

You gripped Henry's wrists and looked him in the eyes. “I promise.” You told him, taking a deep breath. “I'm not going any where, now or ever, Henry. My life is the better, with you in it.”

“God, I hope so.” Henry whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “My life is too.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

OMG okay so I love your writing so much! Your Danny stories make me want to die they’re so good! Could I request a a drabble that you mentioned a while ago where Ryan and Nate fight for the first and only time and Ryan figures out that Nate’s neck will make him go completely pliant?

CW: Choking, discussion of torture/noncon, angry drunk dude yelling at other dude

Timeline: During the trial

@bleeding-demon-teeth, @spiffythespook, @special-spicy-chicken

“Was it good?”

Ryan’s voice slurred the words a little, and Nate went still where he stood, halfway between the hallway to the bedrooms and the kitchen, where he’d been heading for a glass of water. “Wh-what?”

Ryan laughed, but it was a bitter, humorless sound. He was sitting in the living room with all the lights off and a glass of something that looked like bad whiskey in his hand, the bottle sitting on the coffee table in front of him. That bottle had been new a week ago and it was nearly gone now.

“I asked you a fucking question, Vandrum.”

“I h-heard you, but I don’t kn-know what you mean.” Nate glanced over his shoulder, back down the hall where Danny slept - in his bed, thank God, in his bed. Third night in a row. Even though he was curled in his defensive position - hands over his head and knees to his chest. Just being in the bed was a win, was a victory.

Victories never got so small as they did when nearly all of them had been taken from you, and you had to start over from scratch.

Slept in the bed? A win.

Ate at the table in a chair instead of sitting next to Nate’s leg? A win.

Answered to his own name? A win.

Gave Ryan a hug, once? Like four wins in one. 

Nate had always been an expert at lowering his expectations - you didn’t have his life and learn any other way to be - but the bar was low enough with Danny to scrape the ground. And yet each time he broke a rule, Nate felt something inside himself warm, wanted to cheer… because it hadn’t been too late.

He’d been so scared it’d been too late.

Ryan waved the glowing light of his phone around at him, with lazy drunken gracelessness. “What you did to my fucking brother. Was it good, Vandrum?”

Nate swallowed, something in him going cold. “L-lower your voice. Your b-b-brother-”

“Isn’t my fucking brother any longer, is he? No, no, no. My brother went on a date with you, and my brother disappeared, and my brother is never coming the fuck home, is he?” Ryan slumped back in the armchair. “Nope. Not my Danny.”

Nate moved around the couch, but when he went to grab the bottle Ryan’s hand snapped out and grabbed it away from him, amber eyes bright in the dark. Nate fought a sudden burst of panic, a thought that, fuck, were his eyes glowing a little?

Bram’s eyes sometimes glowed in the dark, when he was angry.

Nate’s mouth went dry, a burst of panic set his heart to hammering, but no- it was just the light from the streetlight down by the parking lot, glinting off the tears that glistened in the younger man’s eyes.

“It is Danny,” Nate said, trying to keep his own voice low even if Ryan seemed to have no such compunctions. “You n-n-need to give him t-time, Michaelson.”

“For four years they told me he was dead,” Ryan said morosely, knocking back the rest of his drink with practiced motions. Then he reached out for the bottle, poured himself another. “For four fucking years. The whole time I said he wasn’t, but… he was, wasn’t he? How soon did Danny die after you let him get dragged away?”

Nate felt the world slip away from around him.

Ryan said the things no one else would say - it was his fault, he could have stopped it, could have saved Danny. But when it counted, he couldn’t.

Didn’t.

Sometimes he picked fights with Ryan Michaelson as a kind of self-injury - a way to have someone say the things Nate thought, bleed himself dry of the guilt that was drowning him. 

“He didn’t,” Nate whispered. “He d-d-d… he never d-died. Danny was always st-st-still there, with m-me. I k-k-kept him here, I d-did everything I could…”

“Really? What I got back was your best fucking effort?” Ryan laughed again, and when Nate glared at him for the noise, Ryan glared right back. “Oh, fuck off, Dad. You’re basically old enough to be his dad, anyway, right?”

“Six years isn’t that m-m-m-… much-”

“Hm. You look older. You look old, Vandrum.”

“Yeah, w-w-well, live like I d-did and see if you don’t age a l-little. I’m t-t-taking your drink away-”

When he reached out, Ryan slapped his hand. Nate pulled back, blinking down at him. “Wh-what the f-f-fuck, Michaelson?” 

“If I want to get blackout wasted after the day we spent in court, that’s my fucking business, Vandrum. I want you to answer my question. Was it good for you? What you did? That motherfucker sat up on the stand today talking all about how well trained my brother is. I know what he fucking meant. And I know you were involved, he kept looking at you the whole time.”

“He n-n-never said I d-d-did an, anything-”

“He didn’t have to! I can read expressions, you giant gaping asshole!” Ryan pushed himself to his feet, nearly fell over to one side as the alcohol hit him, then righted himself and jabbed a finger in Nate’s chest, the rest of his hand curled around the bottle. “I can read people! It’s what I fucking do! It’s what I’m fucking good at! And you did it, too, didn’t you?”

Nate looked slowly down at the finger poking into his chest, then back up again. “You d-don’t understand,” He said heavily. “It’s n-n-not like you th-think. Put your fucking h-hand down.”

“I’ll do what I fucking want, Nathaniel John,” Ryan mocked him, jabbed him again. Nate grabbed at his hand without thinking to push it away, and Ryan’s fist clocked him across the face before he realized what was coming.

Nate stumbled back, hand up to his eye, tripping over the coffee table and landing hard on the floor.

Ryan glared down at him and yeah - yeah, his eyes were definitely glowing.

“Jesus Christ, wh-what the f-f-fuck, Michaelson?”

Ryan slammed the bottle down on the coffee table, a sharp crack of glass on glass. “I know you’re hiding what you did to Danny! All three of you are hiding it, and I have no idea why! Denner talks like he did it all, but we both know he didn’t, don’t we? And you don’t say a fucking word about what you did on the stand - and neither did Danny! Why are you hiding that you’re a fucking rapist, Vandrum?!”

Nate’s eye throbbed, but he felt frozen under the glowing amber stare, the way something shifted behind it struck fear in him, deep down.

There were things moving in the light behind Ryan Michaelson’s eyes.

“Be, because I d-d-didn’t want t-to, he made me-… you d-d-don’t understand-”

“I hope to God I never fucking do understand your goddamn crazy person logic, you piece of shit! So answer my fucking question, was it fucking good? Fucking my brother? Cutting him up? Was all of that just real fuckin’ good for you? You get to start all that over out here, is that it?”

“Michaelson, you n-n-need to calm down, I’d never h-h-h-hurt, D-D… I’d n-n… n, nuh-… I wouldn’t!” He put his hands up, trying to look harmless, trying to look up at Ryan from behind his hair, the way Bram always liked him to look - a little helpless, a little uncertain. A little broken. 

It only seemed to infuriate Ryan Michaelson further, and he stalked over, dropped down on Nate, punched him again. Nate’s head snapped hard to the side and he felt the pain in his cheekbone this time.

(were you trying to get outside again, baby?)

“N-No,” Nate whispered. “No, I w-wouldn’t, I wouldn’t, I w-w-wuh…. I-”

(you know I don’t like it when you pull away from me)

Ryan’s furious, glowing eyes dropped to the circle of pale, thin scarring around Nate’s neck. “Oh, because you were a victim, too, right? That’s what I’m supposed to accept, what they tell me. Poor little victim gets to sleep in the bed and eat at the table and keep his fucking name and wear the fucking clothes and I’m supposed to feel sorry for you?! After seeing my brother’s fucking back? After seeing what, what that son of a bitch put on his face? After having to look at the collar he made him wear?” 

Nate stared, wide-eyed, up at Ryan Michaelson from where he sat on the floor.

(Ash, look at what I caught my sweet prince trying to get away with today)

“Did he make you wear a collar, Vandrum?” Ryan asked, and his eyes were glassy with liquor but they glowed brightly in the dark, lighting his cheeks with a slight honeyed touch to the brown skin. Ryan dropped down on top of him, shoving him back with hands to his shoulders until Nate’s head cracked backwards into the living room floor. “Did you get a little tag with a new name on it? Did you get called ‘puppy’ and treated like a fucking dog? Or was that just what you two did to my brother, and I have to pretend I don’t know you did it, too!”

“I n-never treated h-h-h-him like-”

“Did you wear a fucking collar, Vandrum! Answer my fucking questions!” The tears slid out of Ryan’s eyes now, landing on Nate’s face, splashes of wet that felt like sparks of electricity, and the moving things in Ryan’s eyes began to change.

Nate stared up, not sure if this was real or if he was hallucinating, as Bram’s cold fingers traced along his skin, a ghostly knife in his ribs.

“No,” He whispered. “I n-n-never wore one.”

“Then let’s see how you fucking like it,” Ryan hissed, and his hands closed tight around Nate’s neck.

(hold still, sweetness) Ashley’s voice wormed into his mind, and Nate felt his breath catch and her white hair, clumped with dried blood, bumped into his cheek.

Amber eyes were ice, glacial and empty, nothing moved beneath the waves.

Dead.

“Please,” He whispered, as the hands tightened, and his air was gone. If he held his breath long enough if he begged just right if Bram thought she’d push it too far if if if

(fucking look at you, you’re so gorgeous, I see what Brammie likes now, I really do)

(that’s my sweet love, just hold still for Ashley for a moment, you’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?)

(So easy to kill you)

(Ash you wouldn’t dare)

(so easy to keep all the air from your lungs forever)

(ash he’s mine)

“How’s it feel?” Ryan’s voice broke through, but all Nate saw was Ashley, smiling and bloodstained from a kill, her hands tightening like bone around his neck, crushing his throat together until only the barest whisper of air made it through. Smiling and smiling and smiling.

He was so good, he was so good, he could be so good and then Bram would make her stop-

(prove how much you love me by holding still for my sister - then I’ll know you deserve to live)

Nate kept his eyes open, kept his body as still as he could.

“Please, Ash,” He managed in a gasp. “Pl-Please, Ashley, please-”

“No!” The voice cracked too loudly in the quiet room and Nate’s whole body went rigid and terrified. No, Danny couldn’t be here, this was years before he met him - Danny couldn’t see her, Ashley would tear him apart, he wasn’t protected like Nate had been, Bram didn’t love him-

Suddenly the hands were off of him, torn away, and Nate gasped in a breath, scrambling back and away until his back hit a wall, curling up to stare. He should defend Danny, he should, he should get up - but he couldn’t, his throat burned and he was still trying to gulp in air through what felt like a throat the size of a straw.

His eyes went up to see Danny holding Ryan by the arms - tall and strong, a Danny he’d never really met before. 

No Ashley. No Bram.

Just Danny, glaring with a strange, unfamiliar strength at his younger brother.

“Get the fuck off of him, Ryan! Are you drunk? What the fuck?!” Danny shoved Ryan away until he stumbled into a bookshelf and then ran for Nate, crouching next to him, scarred hands, rough skin sliding up to his face, warm.

Warm and alive.

Warm and living.

“What the fuck did you do? Ryan? What the fuck did you do to him?” Danny turned to look over his shoulder, then back at Nate. Soothing fingers in his hair, over his cheeks, down to his throat.

Nate focused on trying to breathe.

“Ry-Ryan, ah-… mad-” He managed hoarsely, and Danny nodded, his lips set in a grim line. “His… his eyes-”

He looked up, but Ryan stood across the room wiping at his mouth with the back of one hand and his eyes weren’t glowing at all.

I must have imagined it.

“It’s okay,” Danny whispered. “It’s okay, Nate, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

I’m supposed to say that to you.

Nate nodded, slowly, staring at Ryan, who stared back at him - dull and drunk and with the reality of his own actions just now starting to sink in. “Oh, fuck,” Ryan said out loud.

“Go to bed, Ryan,” Danny said, and his voice was weary. “I want to talk about this in the morning. But you’re drunk. Go to bed.”

“Nate, I… I didn’t mean to-… Danny, he fucking hurt you-”

“I told you. He never did a single thing to me that Abraham didn’t force him to do. Go. To. Fucking. Bed.”

Ryan hesitated, then turned on his heel and stalked back off down the hallway. When his door slammed, Danny and Nate both winced.

“Hey,” Danny murmured when Ryan was gone. “Let me help you up. Let’s go back to bed, I need to look at you, okay? Can I help? Will you, um, will you let me help?”

All the strength and ferocity was gone. The Danny that had shoved Ryan away from him, eyes flashing protective anger, was gone. 

What was left was the Danny slowly rebuilding from being broken.

Nate nodded, slowly, and tried for a thin smile.

I love you, he mouthed, but Danny had already looked away as he started to help him stand up, and he never saw the words.

[crue6xx]

Its cool [Nikki×Reader]

Warning:smut and cursing

Summery: now that your with Nikki you deal with hia bullshit, it may be a pain in the ass but you both love eachother, this one vacation was different with his antics.

As you got on the plane with Nikki you had your backpack on you smiling and ready for a 26 minuets not long.

Nikki put his head on your shoulder and his hand on your thigh, which is something he usually does, he started to move his hand up your thigh until his hand was in your waist band, you jolted and glared at him Nikki's face was painted with a giant grin he shooshed you.

The plane started to beep and Nikki pulled his hand out your pants as soon as he could see the flight attendant come over for trash.

Nikki got up and grabbed your phone, you had no idea what he was doing until you opened the bathroom which was bigger because you are in first class.

Nikki already hand his pants down still with that fucking grin, you looked at him

"Nikki this a plane we arent doing this right now" you said looking at him but couldnt help yourself and you looked down your phone was in his waistband of his underwear.

"You want your phone?" Nikki said licking the side of hia lips you went in quick for your phone, he grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss things led to another and you were on your knees, he groaned "here we...come.." And moaning "Miami!" As his jizz went down your chin, you wiped up and he buckled his pants up.

You both casually sat back down, you finally got off that plane catching wierd looks from old couples and random people it was so obvious it wouldnt be if Nikki wasn't grinning like an idiot.

Jenny greeted both of you with hugs exited you are in Miami and ready for the your tour of the Indoors jungle, Jenny brought you both to the hotel and you expected Nikki to be horny as always, instead Nikki jumped on the bed and rolled around like a happy dog,

"This is nice" as he rolled off the bed and grabbed a beer out the mini bar, you rolled your eyes and flopped on the bed "wow it is soft" he looked back still drinking "mhm told you".

Jenny brought you some food, after you finished up Nikki got his leather vest and a black tank top saying "suck it" "god I hope Jenny can't read, after all she got an F on English in 6th grade" you knew she was smart as hell now but you really hoped.

As you both stepped into the museum they announced rules "no alcohol, weapons, or any touching the plants, and stay in the path...blah blah blah and have fun" Nikki was listening you were kinda surprised, Jenny was ecstatic that this is the first time you went to this tour, Nikki was following the rules so far, 10 minutes into the tour Nikki took out a small bottle of Jack Daniel's and drank all of it, "Nikki!" You darted at him "what I dont have water" he said shrugging, you handed him a water bottle he spit the water out into the plants "hey it doesnt look like they water them" you rolled your eyes at his behavior.

Nikki did finish the water, but they were far from the entrance to thriw it away so Nikki threw the bottle into the plants "what was that Nikki" "I don't know a monkey we are in the jungle" "Jesus Christ Nikki", the leader of the tour let you all go look at the difderent weather setting of the forest areas but to be back in the Central area in 15 minuets you and Nikki went to the night section with stars and a dim area it felt so romantic tou and Nikki stood under the stars and made out until you noticed Nikki opened his eyes "shit" he said a Bit loud "what's wrong" Nikki quickly went to the fence were some plants were and untucked his pants and started to piss on the plants "oh fuck, I almost pissed my pants" you stood there in shock "Nikki!!" You pulled his arm "hey I'm not finished" he kept going until he buckled his pants back up and walked back to the central area.

You didnt want to put up with his crap, but you did. Nikki then dropped a little botrle kn the ground after throwing it "um sir my water botrle fell can I get it" you asked "yes but don't harm the plants" the rest of the people turned around starring at the waterfall you bent down to grab the bottle, you felt the outline of Nikki's hard dick on your ass he pushed harder onto you and started to dry hump you "man I just wanna plow your ass with my hard dick right now", you got up fast, "what the hell Nikki", the tour had ended but Nikki had secretly pulled you into an area that had a fence and a sign "no trespassing" he pulled you under the chain fence and he stood on a giant rock "we aren't support to be here Nikki we can get banned" he just looked at you and grabbed your phone and texted jenny "hey jenny we are in the other area with another group you can keep going we will meet you at the end" Nikki set your phone down and bent you over a log and kissed you he started to unbuckle his pants and pull the down he quickly flipped you over and bent you over to your backside and pushed down your pants and underwear he forcefully pushed inside of you hard, "oh fuck, I have been waiting for this" he grinned and started bucking his hips into you faster and harder making his thrusts unbearable you moaned out in pleasure as he went fast as hell and hard as fuck, he moaned loudly "OH FUCK" his moans echoing were everyone can hear them, he started to moan so loud it sounded like somebody was stabbing him "HOLY SHIT BABE IM GONNA...IM GONNA CUM" you heard people gasp. You hit your orgasm "oh fuck..Nikki" you said quietly, Nikki came on your ass, you clened up as Nikki buckled up you fixed your make up.

You both made your way back to rhe entrance where everyone was waiting and again Nikki made it obvious , you both got in trouble put to the office Nikki had his feet on the desk "if my balls we're on your chin where would my dick be?" The owner just glared at Nikki, Nikki got up and grabbed your hand and walked right out the owner yelling behind you "COME BACK HERE, YOUR BOTH BANNED FOR LIFE!!!!!!!" you both ran out Nikki yelling "ITS COOL"

[obannthepunished]

uhhhhhh notes HURT WEEK im pains

"They call me eagle-eye fjord where i come from." "maybe raven. i dont know." that theory about Fjord being the Hawker is suspicious rn (Apparently theres a third i missed whoops) sam apparently similar thoughts maybe bc Nott brings it up

Jester finally teaching kiri basic phrases, like "go fuck yourself"

Beau + Fjord taking first watch

Caleb checking out the dodecahedron

(Unrelated odd point: i have a current dislike/distrust for liam, which is bullshit bc... i love liam. and caleb and vax. but apparently smt is wrong.)

Dodecahedron is Very Old, and has been shaped/polished Cay uses the haversack as a pillow

BEAU/FJORD Beau: "I think I messed up. I think I should apologise." I HURT? Oh beauregard. oh marisha. "i wanna try, I guess" F: I think he deserves that. He's been good to us. i regret not writing fic now 8(

"OOH, terrible" "YEP." "five" "five" (collective "ooh")

Nott + Jes second. they roll not great.

Tinkle tinkle "nnhnohfishnott"

Kiri is poofed up asleep aAW

trident goin for FRUMPKIN NOOO (pause whilst they look for range on dismissal)

Kiri wakes up "Go fuck yourself :("

Theyre waiting for fish head they could just reappear Frumpkin tho...

Jester is sacred flaming, Molly has a sword active + stabs, Caleb fire bolt, Nott fires an arrow, Fjord eldritch blast, Yasha stabby

Molly + Nott + Caleb miss Fjord hits, Beau hits, Yasha hits dunno bout jes

frumpkin poofs back but doesn't see anything else.

???? alarm lasts 8 hours, not until triggered yall it should still be up. they need to look up the spells smh

Nott messaging to tell yash to hide the bodies

LAst watch is Yash and Caleb i need to stop shortening names

Caleb asks Yasha for people advice :') He's writing it down... i love him Yashas advice is basically "Fucking Bathe" And cay confirms he keeps himself gross because people ignore him more that way 8( Baby

C: "Do you know what i miss? shaving." Y: "I could shave you right now with my sword. I've done it before, you know, to... not have hair on my arms-" Omg shes doing it omg theyre doing it omg I DONT HAVE TO DRAW FACIAL HAIR IN MY FANART ANY MORE FUCK <3333

cay forgets he has a dagger jesus fucking christ

i love everyone making comments + taliesins just amazed like, borderline heart eye emoji look at this whole scenario

M: (to Caleb) "Well done, she [yasha] likes you!"

Nott is Not Happy About Water N: I'LL STAY WITH KIRI everyone else: Convincing her to come N: I'll stay with kiri, and if there's any trouble... we'll see what happens

Fjord goes first, he sees, with his 60ft darkvision, architeture of room. mistly natural, some bits not.

Fjord botches his stealth roll but matt botches his perception even worse. and my thing crashed im so mad.

Fjord is Not a good swimmer. hes like. 30ft swimming speed. Things being left: Caleb's books (2) Molly's coat

travis willingham going "kiris gotta die" then dragging everyone who gasped through the dirt

beau gets fucking 37 on her stealth check Matt: "That's some vax numbers right there!"

The visual aid is... so extra. lights. smoke. what the fuck matthew. (note: when ur best friend is called matthew this is a phrase you say too much)

Surprise round for erryone but Molly and Yasha (purrsonally, i think they were too busy talking abt how beautiful cay is now ;3c)

everyone rolled shite for initiative tho

Caleb casting haste on molly O:

Fjord is very very adept at everything

everyone on crit role can do maths better than me 8(

the marrow fuck beau and fjord royally

watching call lightning forming + marishas face as she slowly realises :)

jes gets the first hdywtdt + crushes a fish with a lollipop

Caleb is taking blind potshots with the glove of blasting boyy. One even hits!

moll gets 3 attacks i love my beautiful devil child

N: Are you guys alive and do you need anything? you can reply to this message~ C: FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK N: oh,, alright.

Taliesin's relief when ashley actually hits is very good.

Beau goes down! D:

hi unrelated taliesin sticking his tongue out at sam fills me with indescribable joy

NEW: Horny twink gets double penetrated by feisty wet ones.

... which is to say two fish dudes stab molly.

Jes heals Beau, but we all know fine fucking well if she hadn't, Yasha would have done it on her next turn. still might since she's only on 11

Cay using dispel magic O:

Molly gets the second hdywtdt "I'm literally just a windmill at this point"

FJORD gets the third F: "I see Molly loojin' around, give him a little wink-" (murders) M: Fucking arsehole F: (witty comment) PEACE OUT (blinks out again)

"Sevens are scary" - Taliesin

Yash gets the next hdywtdt Xorhasian Neck Tie Jesus christ

I was right tho Yasha was seriously considering healing beau, it just takes her action

Two more fishfucks 8(

More call lightning

Sams flask says "lost my best friend over a bowl" and that hurtie

caleb is boutta die. Yasha is boutta die first lmao oh no. i love taliesin jaffe an inhuman amount. Yash gets pulled OVER beau and marisha makes like grabby hand motions which is VERY cute

ok NOW caleb boutta die. he Shield's, and then fragments "Caleb will remember this"

Beau looks at Yasha, looks at Caleb, and goes to CALEB (sobs) blasts a ki point and everything

Molly gets a nat 20 oh he's such a babe

Nott spending her turn justifying herself to Kiri

Fjord blinks back in and fucks up ANOTHER fishfuck

Yasha casting healing hands on HERSELF good.

"You dont have a printout of your character sheet????" "Oh yeah I do after you asked me nine times" liam wh

both yash and caleb are at ONE hp

B, spening her last ki point: HEYCALEBWESHOULDTALKLATER

Beau gets the HDYWTDT tho

Molly is Very Sick from losing haste

Caleb goes the fuck down Fails his first save

everytime tal says "im gonna try something weird"  i heart eyes emoji shame he cant do jack fuck though

Nott Burning Bolt shoots the fishfuck for 24 damage jeeeeez doesnt die but drops lightning

Fjord: (appears, fails, disappears)

if Caleb permadeaths i WILL cry

PLEASE YASHA PLEASE GOD JESTER PLEASE THEY KILL IT IM CRYING SO HARD no like literally i am actually crying bc matt very deliberately did that so that he didnt kill Caleb

Jester uses her pearl of power to regain a slot, and use it to cast prayer of healing for SHIT rolls.

Jester goes back to Kiri <333 baby. baby bird.

Matt mercer keeps using words ive only ever seen written and im ALWAYS ???? about their pronunciation

Fjord finds some L00t Like boxes and longswords and a pool of water with dozens of metallic objects mostly outlawed diety symols. changebringer moonweaver. others i forgot. stormlord. everlight. asmodeus ooh, bane strife emperor. and tiamat.

"a little black bird that's fluttering to try and get dry" fuck thats so damn cute. Marisha has the :D face

Calebs books are dry

wooden box + pool are magic. like. WITHIN.

Enchantment in the box. Molly collecting the moonweaver pieces

JESTER FINDS TWO SYMBOLS FOR THE TRAVELLER? HOLY SHIT Different make, pure silver one, burnished bronze another door arch with the road

Molly gets 12-13 symbols

Nott mage hands just so good even drunk

in the box is a blade, gold, jewel encrusted Molly shoves Nott aside to get it cause its a scimitar style

Caleb finds the arch-heart symbol? Takes one

Yasha takes 4 symbols for the storm god.

Bane/strife emperor symbol Fjord is curious about chained coffin he throws it into the pool. nothing happens.

JEster goes to pll it out and gets a big catseye yellow gem,  magical, but not a school of arcane magic. it has a line groove in it, very deliberate, an oval.

"something about that [orb] is very familiar"??? (Matt to Travis)

i was right about the orb being familiar

C: (abt the gold sword) This blade is called Summer's Dance C: "Mr. Mollymauk," M: "Mr. Caleb."

Blade allows user to cast Blink basically, and is stronk

official-europa replied to your post: uhhhhhh notes HURT WEEK im pains “They...

i think its probably misty step and not blink 

official-europa replied to your post: uhhhhhh notes HURT WEEK im pains “They...

on the sword i mean

caleb tries to ID the orb

fjord touches it "sky is moonlit + cloudless, clothes not your own, nor body, overcoat + human skin. thick calloused skin. left hand stone. look down, see body of previous owner, dead in blood. natural landmass seawater night. flash. right hand grasps falchion. voice booms. potential. jams the stone into gut, cCONSUME. vanishes into belly. looks into water. REWARD." "Vandrin."

i dont kn ow what the fuck is going on.??? everyone else sees this o shit

oh shit is the eye the symbol of Fjord's patron?

"he was my mentor, a captain of mine. a man named Vandrin." Y: What happened to Vandrin? F: I'm not sure. he captained the ship i worked on for many years, and their was an incident. an explosion, terrible weather, waves, "i was knocked overboard" when f woke up he was back on shore

"how did you survive" "I'm not entirely sure."

explosion was sabotage.

the pool is saltwater.

Molly shoves Fjord's head into the water

comes up "You okay???" "Do it again" "Tap three times when you're done!" Fjord drowns

they take as much as possible up and out and decide to dynamite everything in. dramatic exit..

They take the bodies down and lay them in the swamp to rest and decompose.

Beau tries to pull Caleb aside and he just stonewalls her until she actually apologises.

Caleb "I give beauregard a hug and say 'idont know what im doing. just. go with it." BEau very AWKWARDLY hugs him back Beau consulting Fjord, Caleb consulting Yasha The entire other side of the table clapping.

Beau: UH. GOOD TALK. FRIEND. (awkward silence) Beau: Seriously though. Friend? (pause) Caleb: Uh. Ja. (brb dying)

there is a single yellow eye on the hilt of the falchion.

episode END

[spageddiekaspbrak]

The Perks of Being A New Kid

Summary; Ben Hanscom was lucky enough to find himself welcomed into the losers’ club before his first day of school is even over. The one problem is Bill Denbrough, star baseball player and certified fuckboy. And The Bowers’ Gang. And gym class. Maybe there's more than one problem. 

Word Count; 2019

AN; I fucking love fuckboy bill and I fucking love denscom. And steddie and British Richie. Don't even get me started on Ben having a southern accent. Anyways hope y'all like it, I worked pretty damn hard on it 

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“Aw fuck! Jesus Christ, fucking hell.” Ben recognized the British accent from earlier. It was Richie Tozier, a tall and lanky boy who had moved to Derry from Manchester, England three years ago and knew how it felt to be a new kid with an unusual accent. Ben had been touring the school with Stanley Uris, the student guide the office had assigned to him, when Richie has appeared out of nowhere and started a friendly sort of fight, the sort of fight Ben figured best friends often had with each other. Richie seemed nice enough, despite his punk clothing and how loud and trashmouthed he was. He had, after all, picked Ben fourth with a kind grin on his face, after Stan, a tall black boy named Mike, a redheaded girl named Bev.

A shrill whistle sounded and the dodgeball game stopped, everyone frozen except for Richie and his friends. A small boy sprung up from his seat on the bleachers and nearly sprinted over to Richie who was laying on the ground, a hand clutched to his bleeding nose. “This is why we aren't supposed to play dodgeball, Coach Ganley! People get hurt every single time! No wonder my mom makes me sit out! If I had gotten hurt, she'd be getting your ass fired.” The boy’s face was red through his freckles as he dug through his fanny pack, pulling out a cotton pad and shoving it up against Richie’s nose.

“Language, Kaspbrak!” Coach Ganley scolded before stepping in between the two teams, looking at the one opposite to Richie’s. “Who threw it?” Most eyes went to a tall, handsome, and toned boy who had his arms crossed. His shirt was snug around his biceps and he had a snapback set backwards on his head.

Before the gym teacher could get out a word, the boy from earlier spoke up. “Who do you think, Coach? William ‘gets away with everything because he's a star baseball player” Denbrough. Who else would it be?”

The kid now known to Ben as William smirked, sending a wink in the angry kid’s direction. “I get away with thuh-things for a very different reason, s-swe-e-sweetheart, I think you kn-know why. F-From those, uh, about four months we were suh-sleeping together?”

“Shut up, Denbrough! Back off my boyfriend!” Stan piped up, drawing himself to his full height and glowering at the other boy. The kids from earlier, Mike and Bev, stepped over, grabbing Stan’s shoulders. Ben was slightly offended Stan hadn’t mentioned he was dating someone, but figured Stan had assume from his southern accent that he was against gay people, most people did. He wasn’t though, for the record.

Ben felt like he had whiplash from looking from William, to Richie and the angry kid, Stan and his captors, and Coach Ganley who had a unhappy but amused smile on his face.

Before anyone else could say a word, the bell rang. Eddie pulled Richie up and dragged him towards the locker room. Stan and Mike followed suit, Mike gesturing for Ben to follow them. Bev split off, not before whispering something in a low voice to Mike and waving at Ben sweetly. His face reddened and he followed after Mike like a lost puppy.

The five boys grabbed their things and holed themselves up in the bathroom, Mike pushing the large door shut behind them and locking it. Richie hopped up onto one of the sinks, pulling the red stained cotton away from his already swollen nose. Eddie was already attacking him with wet paper towels, dabbing at the dried blood and the fresh blood that was joining it.

Stan was the first to start talking. “Mike, Eddie, you guys know how I told you I was gonna be the new kid’s student guide,” he didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “This is Ben Hanscom, he moved here from Tennessee. Ben, you’ve met Richie, but this is Mike Hanlon and Eddie Kaspbrak.” There was a moment of cautious silence. “Eddie is my boyfriend.”

Ben smiled shyly, reaching to shake the hand Mike had extended to him. “It’s nice to meet y’all. Sorry it had to be on such bad terms.”

“Not your god damn fault Bill Denbrough is the worst fucking person on the planet.” Eddie sponged at Richie’s nose a little too hard and Richie hissed, snatching the paper towel away and tending to his nose himself.

Stan grabbed Eddie’s elbow gently, pulling Eddie towards himself and looking down at Eddie with a soft smile. Eddie’s face and body immediately relaxed as the two gave each other heart eyes. Ben had to resist gushing and cooing over how cute the two were. “I gotta ask, is it William or Bill?”

“Bill. Everyone calls him Bill, but his full name is William.” There was a moment of silence. “He and Eddie have….history. He’s kinda the worst. Total asshole.” Mike finally released Ben’s hand and gave him a half smile, plus a shrug.

“Stay away from him Benjamin, stay far far away.” Eddie warned, the left side of his face pressed against Stan’s chest as Stan rocked them from side to side gently.

“Yes sir.” Ben gave a little salute to Eddie and Richie snorted.

“I like you Benny, welcome to the losers’ club.” Richie got down from the sink, his nose finally done bleeding even though it was still large and a little purple.

“What?”

“The losers’ club. It’s what we call ourselves. Me, Bev, Eds, Mikey, and Stanny.” Richie pulled off his gym shirt and shorts. Ben snapped his eyes shut, face brightening at seeing Richie in his boxers, even if it was for a second. “And now you. So welcome.”

“Thanks,” Ben squeaked, feeling like his face was on fire. He could hear everyone else changing, but he stayed still and kept his eyes shut. At his old school, they hadn't been forced to change for gym. Ben wasn't one to complain, but these gym uniforms were uncomfortable and small and were an unflattering red against his yellow hair.

After a few minutes of silence, just the soft rustling of clothing and zippers being unzipped and zipped again, a hand tapped his shoulder. “You're good, Ben.” It was Mike’s voice. Ben liked Mike and sure hoped Mike wouldn't worry that he was a bigot or anything bad. He open his eyes, face still hot as he blinked away the blurriness.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, fixing his eyes on the tiles. He tapped his foot four times, pausing only to tap it four more times, then continuing the pattern.

“Do you want us to…,” Eddie’s voice trailed off. Ben nodded and kept his eyes downcast as the other four boys trickled one by one out of the bathroom. Mike squeezed Ben’s shoulder on the way out, pulling the door shut as he ended the parade leaving the bathroom. Immediately a weight fell off his chest, he didn't want to change in front of his new friends, nor anyone else.

Three lengthy and boring periods later, Ben was sitting around a lunch table with the rest of the “losers’ club” as Richie had called it earlier. He really liked these kids and was glad to already have found his niche in Derry. He was sandwiched between Bev and Eddie, Stan on the other side of Eddie, Richie next to Stan, Mike next to Richie, and back to Bev again. Not that Ben would admit it, but this was the biggest group of friends he had ever been in. Well, he hadn’t really had more than two friends before.

It seemed like Mike and Bev were dating, or at least talking, to Ben. Mike had an arm slung over the back of Bev’s chair, eating chips with his free hand as he smiled down at whatever she was doing on her phone. Ben could see Stan and Eddie’s knees pressed together on his other side and he blushed a little, feeling strange and boxed in. Richie flashed Ben a giant smile, stuffing a handful of Mike’s chips in his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I’m forever alone too, my darling Benny Boy. We’ll find your sweetcheeked self a pretty girly,” Richie spewed little bits of wet chips as he spoke, still chewing in between words. Everyone gave him a disgusted look as he leaned across the circular table, pinching Ben on his cheek.

“It’s uh..,” Ben coughed shyly after Richie let go of his face, “I don’t...you know…I kinda don’t swing that way?”

“Welcome to the club,” mumbled each and everyone of the losers. Ben did a double take and opened his mouth to speak before Richie cut him off.

“I put the bi back in little bitch, Mikey and Mrs. Marsh are fellow bisexuals, and the spaghetti man-“

“It’s Eddie, god damn it!”

“Stan and Eddie are gay obviously.” Richie and Eddie sent venomous looks to each other. Richie broke first, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue and Eddie giggled at that.

Ben tried not to notice the protective gesture of Stan putting his hand on Eddie’s knee and squeezing it. Stan’s hand barely lasted a second before Eddie was batting it away, still smiling casually although his body had tensed up.

All of a sudden, a tall boy with a blonde mullet was behind Eddie. He licked his hand and slapped it down on Eddie’s neck with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Eddie jumped to his feet, hands held up in the air like jazz hands as they trembled. His eyes were scrunched shut as Stan hurried to unzip his fanny pack and grab out some hand sanitizer.

As Stan rubbed the sanitizer into the back of Eddie’s neck, the kid scanned Ben up and down. “Fat, Pac Man shirt, baby face, fairy hair, hmph, you’ll fit right in here at the twink table.”

Richie was on his feet, reaching out as if he was going to throttle the kid. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, Henry Bowers. You absolute fucking twat!” Mike grabbed Richie by the back of his waistband and pulled the british boy back into his seat.

Henry gave all of the losers a shiteating grin before strolling away. Eddie and Stan moved too, presumably to the bathroom. Ben knew not to ask about it and stared at the salad his mom had absently shoved into his hands that morning.

“So! Has anyone invited Ben to Star Wars night tonight?” Bev asked, straightening up in her seat. Mike’s arm was no longer resting on the chair and her phone was face down on the table. It was clear she was trying to lighten the mood and ask as a distraction.

“No not yet, Mrs. Marsh, but now we have to!” Richie clucked his tongue, obviously joking when he shook his head and gave Bev a dismayed look. Richie scooted over into the chair that Eddie had previously occupied, slinging his arm around Ben’s shoulders and pressing a wet and joking kiss to Ben’s cheek. As gross as it was, Ben felt good about the kiss on the cheek. It made him feel warm inside. Not because he liked Richie, but because he hadn’t even been at this new school for an entire week yet and he had already been accepted into a new group. Not only accepted but he had been invited to a group hang out. “It’s at 7, the big red house on the corner of Turner and Pine. Lemme think of a landmark….if you go to Jerry’s Hard Liquor, it’s three blocks down then a left, all the way down and to the right. Stanny and his mommy just moved in with his stepdad.”

“We basically eat a pizza dinner with other snacks and soda, Star Wars music playing in the background. And then we usually do some trivia or a themed board game. Then a marathon, but only the first three movies. They’re the only good ones obviously.” Mike’s arm was back to its normal spot on Bev’s chair.

“It’s so much fun. You’ll love it, Ben.”

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[yallive]

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[sonofadeanwinchester]

Almost (3) Hey, You Okay With This?

Summary: Your long time boyfriend, Jensen, broke up with you with the only explanation being that you're still in love with your old high school flame, Sebastian.

Words: 5455

Sebastian Stan x Reader ; Chris Evans x Reader ; Carly Evans x Reader

A/N: this might be weird .. I don’t know yet. Also, on AO3 

Sebastian had been at my apartment everyday for three months straight now. Chris had gone back to Boston to see his parents and then off for filming. Sebastian had a few filming gigs that (un)foruntately were being shot in New York. Before work he was here, after work he was here. Between takes he was calling or texting me. To be honest, it was nice being around him again and I really did miss my best friend, but I was also use to Jensen, who was only gone for a few weeks at a time instead of months. I hate to say it but Seb was smothering me. I loved the affection but, man.

One afternoon, he was gone to Manhattan for filming when he called me. "Hey, beautiful."

I blushed under his loving tone. "Hey, Seb."

He laughed, "what's up today?"

I shrugged into my phone as I played with the unfolded laundry on my bed. "I was gonna meet up with Carly for some coffee in about an hour and then I got a job interview."

He gasped, "a job interview? For what?"

I chuckled, "it's not that exciting of a job."

"Listen, a job is a job. It pays the bills." I hummed a response. "What is it?"

I sighed, "I have interview for a PA position."

He was silent for a minute. "For who?"

"Uh, not sure. Some guy who's last name is Macintyre or Mackienzie or Mac-."

"Mackie?"

I snapped my fingers, "Yeah! How'd you know?"

"Anthony Mackie?"

I chuckled, "pretty sure that's his name, yeah. You know him?"

He sighed, "You've never watch the Captain America movies have you?"

"Honestly, no."

"Fuck, well, he's in them. I'm actually really good friends with him and his wife."

"Really? Is he nice?"

He laughed, "Mackie, well, he's-. He's real nice but he's a goofball."

I rolled my eyes, "that's calling the kettle black don't you think?"

"What'd you mean by that?"

I snorted, "Sebastian, you are the biggest goofball of them all."

He chuckled, "I mean, you're not wrong." He cleared his throat. "What time is the interview?"

I checked my watch, 10:32. "Uh, my interview is at 2:30."

"Oh, so I've got time then."

"Sorry? Time for what?"

"(Y/N), you don't wanna work for Mackie."

"Uh, why not?" He sighed and I smirked. "Sebastian, are you .. jealous?"

"No."

I laughed out loud. "That's a flat out lie! You're jealous!"

He laughed mockingly. "I don't wanna be."

"Seb, he's married."

I could almost see him shrugging. "So?"

"So? Well, he's married. I'm not a homewrecker."

He chortled, "I don't know, I just-."

"Sebastian, please. I'm a big girl. I'm not gonna gather feelings for a married man, especially one who could potentially be my boss."

He snapped his fingers, "I've got an idea!"

Oh lord. "That's always dangerous." "Whatever. Listen, I need a PA."

"What?" I stopped movements and stared at the door.

"(Y/N), I need a PA. Mya just left, like four days ago."

"Seba-."

"No, please, just let me pull some strings and-."

"Sebastian, please. Just let me go to this interview and see how things turn out."

He huffed a reply, "fine." He sighed again. "I gotta go babe. I'll call you later. Let me know how it goes."

"Bye, I'll let you kn-. Wait, babe?"

He snorted, "whoops. Bye."

"That sneaky bastard." I laughed to myself and continued folding laundry.

---

An hour later, I was driving through mid-day New York traffic to meet Carly when my phone rang. "Hello?"

It was Chris. "Hey, girl."

I laughed, "hey Chris. What's up?"

He chuckled, "Sebastian just called me."

"Oh lord, was it about this interview?"

He laughed, "uh yeah. He's kinda jealous about you maybe working for Mackie."

"I don't understand why! He's a married man for Christ sake."

Chris agreed, "I know. But Seb is protective of the people he loves. He just doesn't want you to get hurt, that's all."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, he needs to get a grip. Did he tell you his offer to me?"

"Uh, yeah, he did. I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Yeah, me neither. I'll be honest, he's kinda smothering me now with all the visiting and phone calls but if I was to be at his work with him all the time, Jesus, I'd die."

He laughed. "I know, just go to the interview and see how it turns out?"

"Right, well, I am just about to meet your sister for coffee, but I'll call you when the interview is over."

"Right on, love. Talk later." Chris hung up and I pulled into the coffee shop.

--

Coffee with Carly was cut short when I realized how busy traffic was. "Dammit, the traffic is insane today."

Carly nodded, sipping her black coffee. "I know! What time is your interview?"

"Uh, forty-five minutes. But, it might take that long to get there. It's over in the Village."

"Shit, well, go now and give me a call later." I started shuffling money out of my wallet. "No, it's on me. Good luck, (Y/N)."

"Thanks Car, I'll call in a bit."

---

It took me almost the full forty-five minutes to drive ten blocks. I pulled into the parking lot where the interview was being held. I fixed my skirt and shirt, switching my flats to a pair of black heels and pulling my hair out of the current ponytail. My (Y/H/C) hair flew down around my shoulders and I smacked my lips after slipping on a layer of gloss. "Perfect. You can do this." I walked across the parking lot and the sound of my heels was giving me more and more confidence with every step. I walked into the building with the confidence of the Queen. The reciptionnist smiled at me kindly. "Hello, interview with Mr Stratton."

She smiled, her manicured fingers flicking over the keyboard. "Mr Stratton is just getting out a meeting, I'll let him know you've arrived. Please, take a seat."

I took a seat in the cold, leather black chair and sent a quick group text to Carly, Chris and Sebastian.

Me: I'm in! Mr Stratton is coming out of a meeting .........

Evans: Good luck, (Y/N). I know you're gonna kill it.

Me: Thanks, Chris. My coffee with Carly really helped my confidence.

Carly: HAHA! My coffee had nothing to do with it, darling.

Seb: I hope you do good, love. You deserve the best of everything.

Evans: Ah, thanks Winter Boo Bear!

Seb: Shut it, Evans. I was talking to (Y/N).

Evans: Tsk! I was just wishing my friend good luck and I'm feeling very attacked right now.

Me: Well, thanks guys but-. Shit, Mr Stratton just came out! EEEEEK!

"Miss (Y/L/N), please come on in." He was an older gentleman, roughly late fifties. His grey and black hair was slicked back and his piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through me. He was dressed in a dark navy suit with a bright red tie.

I followed him into the large, open spaced office. "Miss (Y/L/N), how nice to finally meet you." He spoke with a thick Southern accent.

I chuckled, "please, call me (Y/F/N). And it's likewise, really."

He leaned back and crossed his fingers over his large oak desk. "You're a friend of Mr Stan?"

I cleared my throat, "Sebastian Stan?"

He nodded, "mhmm."

"Yes, I am actually. We grew up together." I bit my cheek, embarrassed he had called in anyway.

He smiled, his teeth a brillant white and straight as an arrow. "Lovely. Now tell me, have you ever worked for someone in this particular business?"

I shook my head, "I did a long time ago. I gave up it because, well, it didn't turn out well."

He nodded, furrowing his brow. "Reason for wanting the interview?"

Honesty is the best policy. "To be frank, I lost my job about three months ago cause my paper went out of business."

"The Franklin?"

I nodded, "yeah."

"Heard about that .. somethin' like three hundred people lost their work. I'm real sorry to hear about that." He cleared his throat. He pressed the button on his phone. "Cynthia, can you get me somethin' to drink? Actually make that two."

I shook my head, "I'm fine really."

He laughed, a strange forced sound. "Oh well, water is good for you." I smiled. "So, anyhow, I hate to inform you that the position for Mr Mackie has already been filled."

What?! "Oh, well. I should be going then. Sorry to waste your time." I started to stand.

"Please, Miss, wait. The position for Mr Mackie has been filled but Mr Stan had his manger call us earlier informing us he was in dire need of an assistant. Would you be interested?"

The only thought that ran through my head was a screaming NO! But, a job is a job. I sighed, "You sure it wouldn't be a conflict of interest?"

He swatted the air and chuckled, "I'm sure it would be okay. I mean, you were only friends right?"

"Well,-" I stuttered out.

"Mr Stan did mention that you briefly spent time together through high school."

I smiled, "of course. We did date for a few years but-."

"I'm sure it will be okay, I mean, you're both adults." He smiled, a tight forced one. "Perfect, so you are interested?"

I shrugged, fixing my hair nervously. "I sup-. Yes."

The door swung open and entered Cynthia with two bottles of water. "Thanks Cynthia. That's great news, (Y/N). I'm sure Mr Stan will enjoy having you around."

Ten minutes later, I was free to leave. I thanked Mr Stratton for his time and the job opportunity. I crawled into my front seat and whipped my phone out. I opened the group chat.

Me: Sebastian! You bastard!

Evans: What the hell? What happened?

Seb: You got the job! :)

Evans: Congrats! Now, why is Stan a bastard?

Carly: I'm sure Anthony will be happy with his worker ;)

Me: Position for Mackie was filled.

Evans: What???

Carly: What?

Me: Spot for Mackie was already filled when I arrived. Got offered the position to PA for 'Mr Stan'.

Seb: You're welcome.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. The man was driving me CRAZY!

Evans: You're working for Stan now? The bastard thing makes sense LOL

Me: Yup! :/

Seb: You're welcome .. god ... just trying to help a friend out.

Carly: What the hell? You're working for Sebastian now?

Evans: I can think of ten things right now that could go wrong with this.

Me: Like Sebastian said, a job is a job.

Seb: I thought you'd be happy that you'd get to see me everyday. :P

Me: I'm grateful for the job, thank you, but it could be awkward. Besides, I see you everyday now as is.

Evans: She has a point, Seb.

Seb: We're gonna be fine! See you tomorrow morning @ 7:30 am!

I got a private messaged from Chris.

Evans: Hey, you okay with this?

Me: not really ...

Evans: tell him then!

Me: I can't just say no to the job ... I need the job & the $$.

Evans: You gonna be okay with seeing him 24/7?

Evans: It's gonna be weird seeing you follow him around set! :$

Me: Tell me about it! At least, I'll get to see you :)

Evans: You'll do good, champ! Gotta go, on Ellen 2nite. xo

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Kalita Gábor: Mitől szép a petróleumlámpa lángja?

az Omega 55 – Volt egyszer egy vadkelet, című szcenárium változatát, több ismeretlenebb, ám zenei szempontból a legigényesebb zenei produkciójukat hozták el.

Nyitókép: Passzio.hu

  arácsonyi Omega koncert – Pozsonyban, 2018. december 20.

  Én abba a korosztályba tartozok, melynek képviselőivel még „élesben” éltük meg a petróleumlámpa lángjának varázsát.

  Az ötvenes évek elején, amikor Nyíren /Lévai járás/, nagyanyáméknál nyaraltam, a falusi esték a petróleumlámpa lángjánál teltek, hiszen a villanyt a helység lakóházaiba csak ötvenhatban „húzták” be.

  Nagyanyám, a vacsora után, a tiszta szobában eloltotta a csillárként szolgáló, díszes, cirádés petróleumlámpa erősen fénylő lángját, majd egy másikat, a Szűz Anya, s Jézus keretezett képeivel, korpusszal kiegészített házi oltár mellett lévő, úgynevezett kézi lámpa, vagyis kisebb petróleumlámpa kanócát gyújtotta meg.

  Ennek, a helyiség sarkából érkező, meghittséget, melegséget sugárzó, hullámzó fénye olyan izgalmas, különleges, megnyújtott ábrákat rajzolt, vetített a falra, melyek gyermeki képzeletemben lepkeként, ördögként, nagy bajuszú betyárként, vagy szárnyaló angyalként jelentek meg.

  Aztán a közös esti ima következett, nagyanyám Szűz Mária oltalmáért fohászkodott, majd nyugovóra tértünk. De előtte, még nagyapám fogta a petróleumlámpát, s körbe nézett a nagyságában is tekintélyes portán, hogy – az ő szavaival élve – minden úgy van-e, ahogyan annak lennie kell.

  Himnusszá változott, szívünk himnuszává

  Az Omega Petróleumlámpa című dala, de a többi nagyszerű szerzeménye is  végig kísérte sokunk serdülő korát, érett fiatalságát, hiszen 1962 szeptemberében alakult a banda.

  Ahányszor részt vettem honi földön, vagy az anyaországban Benkő Lászlóék koncertjén, azt tapasztaltam, hogy az emberek könnyes szemmel hallgatták a dalokat, mert – egyszerűen – nekünk szólnak, mert a szívünkig érnek el. Persze ezek a dalok nemcsak a mi szívünket simogatták meg.

  Omega – Petróleum lámpa 1969. Kép: youtube.com

  Kóbor János a vele készített interjú alkalmával említette, hogy, ahogyan „vénül,” a határ túl oldalán mindig nehezebben tudja könnyek nélkül elénekelni legismertebb dalaikat, legyen az bárhol, a magyarok lakta vidékeken. De nemcsak a mi nyelvterületeinken. Amint mondta, látott ő már koncertjeinken könnyes szemű szerbet, lengyelt, németet, de cseh nemzetiségűeket is, akik a szöveget sem értették, de a szívük, lelkük – bizony – nagyon is értette a feléjük intézett, megzenésített ódát.

  „Itt a Szabad Európa rádió”

  Valami hasonló, könnyes örömben volt részem akkor, amikor a hetvenes évek elején prágai katonáskodásom idején, éjjel, fülhallgatón keresztül hallgattam Panasonic rövidhullámú táskarádióm társaságában az éjszakai könnyűzenei műsorokat. Legnagyobb meglepetésemre, az egyik cseh rádióban, egy, a Karel Gott által interpretált „Lédikarnevál” után felcsendült a „Petróleumlámpa.”

  Persze, ez nem volt a véletlen műve, hiszen 1971-ben, az akkor már befutott Omega tagok, lemezt is feljátszottak cseh stúdiókban, s koncertjük is volt itt. De német adók is hozták a banda dalait, és a baráti társaságom által „Lakszinak” becézett adó (Rádió-Luxemburg) is zsinórban hozta dalaikat.

  Nem is beszélve a Szabad Európa magyar adásáról, ahol Cseke László szeretett Omegája, s természetesen, a Mi Omegánk napi terítéken volt.

  A gazdag zenei pálya kockában

  A teljesség igénye nélkül, hadd idézzem fel néhány pontban azokat a főbb eseményeket, amelyek végig kísérték az Omega ötvenöt évre visszatekintő pályáját.

  A Liszt Ferenc-díjas Omega együttes 1962-ben alakult, két zenekar összevonásával. Omega védjegy alatt, az említett év szeptember 23-án léptek fel először a Műegyetem Hess András téri kollégiumában. Az akkori felállás a következő zenészekből állt:

  – Benkő László /”Laci”/ – ének, zongora, furulya

  –  Kóbor János /”Mecky”/ – ének, ritmusgitár

  –  Kovacsics András /”Öcsi”/ – szólógitár

  –  Künsztler Tamás /”próféta”/ – dob

  –  Varsányi István /”Gergely”/ – basszusgitár

  A kezdeti évben számos fellépésük volt beat és táncdalfesztiválokon, 1966-ban ismert nyugati slágereket hordozó lemezt adtak ki. Többek között a The Rolling Stones Paint,it Blak feldolgozás hozta meg első külföldi sikerüket. Ennek révén sokan az Omegát a „keleti Rolling Stonesként” emlegetik, ugyanis egy évben alakultak, s mind a két zenekar az egyedüli, ma is aktív, legrégebbi rock bandának számít.

  1967-1971 időszakban neves zenészek is gazdagították az Omega repertoárját, ebben az időszakban Presser Gábor/ „Pici”/ – ének, orgona és zongora játékával, zeneszerzői tudásával, ma is játszott, több sikeres dallal, orgona fellépéseivel nagyban hozzájárult a világhírnév felé vezető úton.

  1968-ban angliai turnén vettek részt Omegáék, s a menedzsment ajánlására, Omega Red Star From Hungary léptek fel számos helyen, s elkészítették az első albumukat – angol nyelven.

  Másodszor is kimentek az Albionba, de a turnét félbe kellett szakítani a Magyar Hanglemezgyártó Vállalat kifogásai miatt, ugyanis a magyar cég tudta nélkül adták ki első albumukat.

  Így Magyarországon elkészült az első könnyűzenei albumuk, mely a Trombitás Frédi, a Rettenetes emberek, Ha én szél lehetnék című dalaikkal robbantak be immár a magyar zenei piacra is.

  De nem ez volt legnagyobb „dobásuk,” hiszen 1969-ben elkészült a kislemezük Naplemente címmel, itt futtatták be a Régi csibészek közismert dalukat. Majd jött a második magyar albumuk, az Ezer lépés. Ez a csapat beat korszakának az aranykora. Itt található az – 1958-ban,a boogie-woogie klubban, az örökzöld Petróleumlámpa, a Tízezer lépés, a Tűzvihar, az Udvari bolond kenyere, s az Omega eddigi legnagyobb slágere, A gyöngyhajú lány.

  Állandósult a  zenekar „rendes” tagjainak a száma

  Presser és Laux, valamint Adamis Anna 1971-ben elhagyja a zenekart, a felállás azóta változatlan. Tehát, Benkő, s Kóbor mellé csatlakozott  MihályTamás /”Misi”/- basszusgitár, ének, Molnár György /”Elefánt”/ – gitár, s Debreceni Ferenc/”Ciki”/ – dob.

  1974-ben megjelent a hattételes Omega 5. A Szvit című kompozíció feljátszásán részt vett a Magyar Állami Hangverseny zenekar is. l995-ben megjelent a Nem tudom a neved című Omega 6 albumuk, a csapat Hard rock korszakának legsikeresebb albuma. Aztán sorra születtek újabb és újabb dalaik, A madár, az Addig élj, A bűvész, Szomorú történet, Hűtlen barátok, Rég várt kedvesem, Addig élj, stb.

  A Space rock-korszak legismertebb dalai a Napot hoztam, csillagot, az Éjféli koncert.

  Ma is közkedvelt albumuk a Csillagok útján 1978-ban jelent meg, itt találhatóak a címhez hasonló Csillagok útján, Az Égi vándor, a Léna című szerzemények.

  Gammapolis albumuk olyan műveket hozott, mint A nyári éjek asszonya, Ezüst eső, stb.

  Tehát, szinte már felsorolhatatlan, óriási zenei anyag lehetőséget adott számukra külföli fesztiválokon, turnékon való részvételre.

  A fellépések sűrűjétől megviselt tagok /1987-2004/ a leállás, az időszakos működés pályájára léptek, de rangosabb fellépéseken – Népstadion koncert /1999/ – ismét részt vettek.

  2006-tól az EurOmega turnét is megszervezték, amely meghívásos fellépés sorozat volt, így a következő évek hosszú során számos alkalommal vettek rész koncertjeikkel a Kárpát-medencében, többek között a Felvidék nagyobb városaiban is.

  De fesztiválokon is részt vettek, például az alsóőrsi motoros találkozón, a Soproni Volt fesztiválon, a lengyelországi Slupskban a Rock Legensen, Dunaszerdahelyen a Dunafesten.

  Pozsony ismét megőrült az Omegáért

  Természetesen, nem először szerepel Pozsonyban az Omega. Az ismétlődő érdeklődést az bizonyítja leginkább, hogy most is teltház, s valóban fegyelmezett, többségükben középkorú, vagy idősebb magyar-szlovák Omega rajongók előtt szerepelt a csapat a Nemzeti Tenisz Központban /NTC/, de szép számban voltak jelen a fiatalok is.

  Omega koncert Pozsonyban 2018. december 20-án. Kép: A szerző archívuma

  A műsor elő zenekaraként a Wasted Strings, öttagú zsolnai női rock együttes lépett fel, akik kőkemény rock-kal hozták nagyszerű formájukat. Itt, élőben hallhattuk a Take it all legismertebb dalukat is, mely sikeres filmzeneként is szolgál. Ők, öten konferálták fel az Omegát, fergeteges gitárjáték, s dobszóló közepette.

  Amint ezt Kóbor János, a záró számok alkalmával bekonferálta, az Omega 55 – Volt egyszer egy vadkelet, című szcenárium változatát, több ismeretlenebb, ám zenei szempontból a legigényesebb zenei produkciójukat hozták el. A legismertebb dalaik amolyan jól időzített „fénygránátként” ott szerepeltek a műsorban. Például a Léna című dalukhoz, a hóban rendszerint fukar Pozsony-Óváros is hozta magát, ugyanis az előadás idejére már néhány centis  hólepel borította a metropolist.

  Omega koncert Pozsonyban 2018. december 20-án. Kép: A szerző archívuma

  Az Omega-rajongó közönség nagyon is figyelte  a káprázatos fényeffektusok kíséretében a már nem sokat szerepeltetett dalok szövegrészeit is. Ahol Mecky /Kóbor János/ nagyon is meggyőzően a tömegbe harsogta egyik számuk refrénjét:

  – „A gazembernek mindent szabad …” Valóban, hiszen a némaságnak ez a hozadéka a „mindent szabad” demokráciánkban, hiszen „szakajtónyi” bőségben tapasztalhattuk ezt az elmúlt közel harminc évben is mind a politika, mind a társadalmi élet területén.

  Mindenki Omegája

  Számos szlovák zenész arcra is felfigyeltem a nézők soraiban, olyanokra is, akik valahol a hatvanas évek végén, a hetvenes évek elején kezdték el karrierjüket. Vagyis akkor, amikor az Omega már nemcsak szűkebb-tágabb életterünkben, de külföldön is sikereket aratott.

  Omega koncert Pozsonyban 2018. december 20-án. Kép: A szerző archívuma

  A magyarul nem értő Omega rajongóknak – a gazdag színpadi effektusok mellett – az anyaországi banda tartalékolt egy bonbont, hiszen – amint ezt a műsor végén Mecky bekonferálta, „csehszlovák” nyelven előadják régi cseh zenész barátjuk, Petr Janda, az Olympic frontemberének egyik ismert dalát. A két együttes tagjainak barátsága 1971-ben, az Omega ottani szereplése alkalmával indult.

  Tehát, számomra is most vált igazán érthetővé az, hogy amikor prágai ottlétem alkalmával, 1973-ban, a Vencel tér akkori, Korona gyorsétterme közelében található, utcai lemezbörzén a gyűjtők részéről a Jesus Christ Superstar című, a komcsiban csakis „kéz alatt” megvásárolható lemez mellett, miért is voltak legkeresettebbek az Omega és az Olympic hanghordozói.

  Omega koncert Pozsonyban 2018. december 20-án. Kép: A szerző archívuma

  Záróakkordként, a banda kétszeri, „állva” visszatapsolása alkalmával jött a csoda, a – Petróleumlámpa.

  Ugyanis ilyenkor, mindannyiunk által várt advent idején, a Hit, Remény, Öröm, Szeretet gyertyafényeinél érzékeljük a leginkább, hogy számunkra miért is örömkeltő, miért is a szívünk csücske, a Petróleumlámpa reményt sugárzó lángja.

  Kalita Gábor

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TruⓂ️🅿️🐷🔫⚔61⚃⚃6 S🅰️t🅰️n⚔🎺😇 2. 👹Ⓜ️el🅰️nℹ🅰️ TruⓂ️🅿️⚔🎺😇 3. 👹D🅾️n🅰️ld TruⓂ️🅿️ Jr.⚔🎺😇 4. 👹ℹv🅰️nk🅰️ TruⓂ️🅿️⚔🎺😇 5. 👹Erℹc TruⓂ️🅿️⚔🎺😇 6. 👹Tℹff🅰️NY TruⓂ️🅿️⚔🎺😇 7. 👹🅱️🅰️rr🅾️n TruⓂ️🅿️🐷⚔ ⚂rd 🅰️ntℹchrℹst⚔32🅾️🅾️6🎺😇 ⚔“Off With The Heads”🤠😇 🍎💣💥🗽🇺🇸 ⌨1989=www.💻 World War ⚂ I AM Anonymous👻🤠 07/23/1984 🦁 176662342⬆️⬇️⬅️ 27197514 #36 ⚅⚅⚅ 🤘God🦋 ⚃Jesus Christ⚔ 🐎Red♠️ 🦄Behold A Pale Horse🌈 Taylor Alison Swift 🍎1:16 of “22”🐍 “Who is Taylor Swift anyways, EW? 🤔 🐍Eve🍎 🅰️Mary Magdalene♋ 👄Marilyn Monroe💋 💘👑Romeo💍Juliet👑 ☝️You Belong With Me🤘 ✒Sincerely✉ 📮Brian Victor Petro❤🐎🇺🇳 #reputation @taylorswift13 #READYFORIT #ENDGAME #IDIDSOMETHINGBAD #DONTBLAMEME #DELICATE #LOOKWHATYOUMADEMEDO #SOITGOES #GORGEOUS #GETAWAYCAR #KINGOFMYHEART #DANCINGWITHOURHANDSTIED #DRESS #THISISWHYWECANTHAVENICETHINGS #CALLITWHATYOUWANT #NEWYEARSDAY Marry❤Me💙Taylor💛Alison💍 D🅾️NT 🅱️L🅰️Ⓜ️E Ⓜ️E, L💘VE Ⓜ️🅰️DE Ⓜ️E CR🅰️ZY❤💙💛 61446 32🅾️🅾️6 The Lucℹfer ⚃⚃🅾️🅾️ Pr👹gr😇Ⓜ️

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