The Commander's Quarters

Just watched Pewdiepie’s new video about the media being shit. No surprise there. But then they personally attack him, which I find very stupid and just pathetic. It’s like they can’t even find any other topics to discuss. I hate the fact that this lessens my belief that humanity can be saved.

stionowl:

jawnwats:

prismatic-bell:

cj-amused:

tenoko1:

evildorito:

onewordtest:

trikruwriter:

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

“Unless you are following the dialogue with an action and not a dialogue tag.” He took a deep breath and sat back down after making the clarifying statement. 

“However,” she added, shifting in her seat, “it’s appropriate to use a comma if there’s action in the middle of a sentence.”

“True.” She glanced at the others. “You can also end with a period if you include an action between two separate statements.”

Things I didn’t know

“And–” she waved a pen as though to underline her statement–“if you’re interrupting a sentence with an action, you need to type two hyphens to make an en-dash.”

You guys have no idea how many students in my advanced fiction workshop didn’t know any of this when writing their stories.

(Source: theclonewriter, via orchid-bud)

misswweuniverse:

Y’all. Have been waiting. For this. For a while. AND I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. 

I’M NOT GONNA TELL YOU GUYS WHO THIS IS GONNA BE ABOUT IN THE BEGINNING. You’ll figure it out pretty quickly. But like. Meh. I like pretending I’m sneaky.  Ya, he’s kinda asshole… ish. In this. But meh. I dunno.

Anywho, this is a feels trip. I have been working on this FOR WEEKS. Like. Usually doesn’t happen. But ya know. Word. I’ve been in a weird funk. Hopefully this helps me get outta it.

I knooooow people are gonna say something about this not being a realistic amount of time to be angry but. Yes it is. Bc for me, when I get into a fight, I kick and scream for an hour then ya know. Like people are human (HA) and you can usually tell if they genuinely feel bad. Plus, it’s been a month, come on people.

I really really wanted to write this and for some reason, no matter what I do, it just isn’t coming out the way I want it to. Sorry if it is trash :’)

“Aquariums close at like 5 Shannon, this sucks.” excUSE YOU MY AQUARIUM CLOSES AT 10:30 p.m. THANK YOU VERY MUCH, suck my ass.

*does not describe the lingerie bc I SUCK AT DESCRIBING LINGERIE I’M SORRY TINA*

I wonder if people actually read this part or just skip it lmao. BC same, I skip my nonsense all the time, 24/7. THe endning sucks I KNOW IT SUCKS YOU DON’T HAVE TO BUTTER ME UP I JUST WANTED TO FINSI H THIS AND IDIDn’T KNOW HOW.

Um… Someone requested the blind date one and… I… I just… I CANNOT FIND THE PERSON WHO DID FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I’M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME ;-;

Tags: @fuckyeahbulletclub, @darlingkatrina, @omgmissmillie and @hardcorewwetrash @llowkeys CAUSE I LOVE THESE PEOPLE SO MUCH AND…. well. They always always always help proofread my stuff before I post this trash, and I think it’s fab and thank you for being there for me and my obsessions, I love you :’) 

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The heat had been overwhelming. Everywhere his hands touched you, felt like a million tiny bolts of electricity shooting through your nerves. His sheets became a sanctuary for untold stories and whispering kisses. You both agreed, the moment feelings became involved, this, whatever it was, would be over.

Your thoughts swarmed with the last time he had touched you, like he had known that was it for you. His hands never left your body, held tight at your hips. His lips latched down onto your collarbone delicately, small kisses placed everywhere but your lips. Your back arched at the way he filled you so precisely, meeting his hips with each thrust. He had always begged you to stay at the end by the way he wrapped himself around you, holding you as if you were already his.

But you weren’t. You weren’t his and the longer this continued, the more that fact alone was going to hurt.

You ended it wordlessly, calls ignored, small messages containing rooming details pushed away. He had gotten the memo quickly, the small glances in the hall fading away within a month’s time. You were just another silly make up girl. That is all you would ever be. He however, he was a born again star, a King amongst sheep.

It had been over a year, a flurry of shared nights on the road. You had forgotten how this all even began to be honest. Your body was beginning to forget the heat of his hands, your lips mourning his taste. You looked over your shoulder, a slight pressure shaking you out of your daydream.

“You okay?” Bayley’s cheery voice surrounded your senses, before you shook yourself out of your depression, a small smile bubbling up to your lips. You threw a small nod her way before your eyes followed as she sat next to you. She followed your line of sight, setting on Finn. “What happened to the two of you? A fight?” Curiosity exploded from every pore of her face. She had no idea why the both of you had been avoiding each other. Why he had requested a new artist to paint him every Monday night before he went out.

“Something like that,” you muttered out, stabbing down at whatever you had grabbed from catering.

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“She’s staring at you,” Sami muttered out, watching as his friend’s face dropped at the words.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled dryly. “She was tha one tat ended it,” A huff of air passed Sami’s lips, annoyed with how stubborn his demon friend was being. Sami observed her as she noticed his stare, ducking her head down, a small blush dusted onto her cheeks. He could almost feel the tears being hidden behind her ducts. He felt somewhat responsible for whatever had happened, though he had nothing to do with any of this.

“You can’t blame her for ending what she could only assume was meaningless sex,” Sami spoke, trying to convince his friend to just talk to her. Finn’s eyes met Sami’s, anger radiating from every pore.

“I wish tat’s all it ever was,” the venomous hiss fell through his teeth before he rose from his seat, reaching for his water bottle, before storming away, ignoring the sound of his name falling past his friend’s lips in a rushed tone.

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You turned on your heels, your name being echoed through the concrete hallway. You sent a small smile towards Sami as he waved his hand, earning your attention before stopping short in front of you. When you had left Finn, it had put a somewhat strain on the friendship between yourself and the Canadian. He reminded you too much of Finn. You cringed a bit at the thought, focusing back on Sami.

“I’m sorry, what was that,” the embarrassment fumbled on your words, leaving you to bite the inside of your cheek as he sighed a bit before repeating himself slowly.

“Why did you leave?” You heart stopped as the question passed his lips. Your stomach bubbled with anxiety as he just stood there, waiting for you to say something. His hand latched around your wrist, as if knowing you would bolt at any free chance. “It broke him.”

“Sami, I don’t think it’s any of your bui-” His eyes shook, you were unsure if it was out of anger or fear. Which would be worse? He cut your sentence off with his stare, he was innocent in all of this. He just happened to be caught in the middle of something that should have never started. Your breath hitched in your throat, before you stared down, racking your brain for some response other than the truth. “When this whole thing started. I… We agreed, if one of us caught feelings…” you mumbled out, forcing the tears back into wherever they came from. He had never even been able to kiss you, how could you have done this to yourself. You looked back up towards Sami, his eyes burning holes into yours. “I didn’t even- I just. I fell in love with him.” You immediately responded to Sami’s arms pulling you towards his chest, his arms enveloping you as he whispered small apologies into your hair. “He wasn’t there to catch me.. Why didn’t he catch me,” you mumbled out, shocked by your own tears soaking through the ginger’s shirt.

Your eyes widened as you heard clapping surround you. Looking up, you saw Finn, anger written across his features. You took a step back as your eyes clashed with his, filling with something you had never seen take place in the bright eyes. They were cold, filled with hate, rage, disbelief.

“I get it now lass,” he mumbled out, taking a step closer to where you and Sami stood. Sami’s had stayed around your wrist, small circles rubbing into the skin there as if to remind you to breath. “Now tat yer done with me, yer gonna get with my best mate,” a scoff leapt past his lips. “Who was it before me, huh?” it came out as growl, forcing you to freeze in place. You tried to stutter out a response, voice failing as it faded away. He turned his glare towards Sami, his grip tightening on your wrist. “She’s a good lay there mate, one of tha best I’ve ever ‘ad.” he let out a deep chuckle, nodding to the way Sami helped you stand your ground.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” your heart stopped when Sami cursed. He didn’t do that, this wasn’t right. Goosebumps lit up on your flesh, as silence filled the air. Finn looked at you once more, a flicker of hurt there before walking in another direction. Sami went after him immediately, all sound from around you fading away as tears clouded your vision.

Your body moved on it’s own, sliding down the wall you had been standing against. You whispered to yourself, trying to command your body to stop shaking.

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“What was that,” Sami barked out, slamming the locker door behind him, ignoring the stares of the other wrestlers in the room with them. Finn turned sharp, glaring daggers into Sami as the two faced off, eyes signaling the need to hurt one another. Immediately, people sprung into action, Seth and Kevin grabbing at Finn as Roman and Chris held Sami away from the irish demon. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“What’s wrong wit me,” Finn growled back, his heart screaming against his chest. “What tha fuck is wrong with ya?! Ya know how I feel about her, and now yer just gonna betray me like tat?!” his eyes shut as he heard Sami groan annoyingly, trying to convince himself not to kill his best friend.

“I was being a good friend,” Sami barked back, ignoring the glares Finn sent him, as he took a deep breath. “I don’t understand why you won’t just ta-”

“Ya know damn well why I can’t talk to ‘er,” as his rage grew thicker, his accent followed along, words laced with disbelief. “She left mate, what about tat are ya not understan-”

“She is in love with you, you idiot.”

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You smiled down at Charlotte, pleased with your work for the night. She looked over towards the mirror, letting out a happy laugh. While you had missed painting monsters on Finn, you loved the beauty aspect of your career. She gave you a quick hug before prancing out the door.

“My turn?” without even turning around, you could tell who your next mission was. You could hear the cocky smirk in his voice, smiling as you turned. You nodded towards Seth, before pulling him to sit down in the chair.

“What do you think about double bunning it?” you giggled out, pulling Seth’s hair apart and up, holding it together with your hands. Your smile bubbled up as you looked at his face through his reflection. You released your hold on his man buns, before reaching over to your bag, digging for a hairbrush.

“Got a question for you,” he choked out, eyes meeting yours when you snapped back up, wetting his hair before dragging the brush through it. “How would you feel about going on a date, lemme finish before you death glare me, with a friend of mine,” your breath hitched in your throat as your movements stilled. You sighed out, as your movements continued.

“The infamous Seth has friends?” You laughed brightly as he shot you a playful glare. “I don’t know, I’m really not in the best dating time of my life,” his eyes immediately shone with pity, causing you to lightly cringe. “Does everyone know?” He shook his head at you, confessing that only a few of the others knew due to Sami and Finn fighting about it in the locker room.

“He’s a nice guy,” he promised, standing as you finished brushing his mane, only to pull it into a bun. He grinned down as you flipped him off, ruining all your hard work. “Just one date, come on. You’ll like the guy.” You groaned audibly, the puppy dog eyes Seth was giving becoming too much to ignore.

“Fine,” you hesitantly agreed, almost immediately regretting your decision. He smirked down at you, before walking out of the room, leaving you standing in thought for a few seconds. “Wait.. Seth, when and where?!” You followed him out of the room, your head swarming with images of what the mystery man may look like.

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Not only had you felt like pure shit, you’re pretty positive you also looked the part. You sighed against your giant makeup bag, deciding on doing everything at the stadium instead of going back to your hotel. You leaned towards the mirror, fogging it over with your breath before tracing the words ‘you’ll be great,’ into the mirror. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the words fade away. You nodded to your reflection before turning on your heel, walking towards the exit.

Seth caught up to you, walking with you towards your rental, handing you the address of where you were supposed to meet this ‘friend’ of his. Your heart leapt out of your chest as you recognized the location. As cheesy as it had sounded, you had always had a fascination with aquariums, trying to find them wherever you career ended up taking you,You tossed a quick goodbye towards Seth before starting up your rental, humming along with the radio as the GPS lead you to your dream date.

You blushed along with the clicking of your heels against the sidewalk, nerves filling your core. Your nerves turned to slight anger when you saw the familiar face of your… you couldn’t even refer to him as your ex. You chose to instead ignore the presence of the irish demon, standing off to the side. This was the bad thing about not knowing who your date was, he would have to find you.

“I remember ya always beggin’ me to go here wit ya,” you ignored the way the word rolled off his tongue, tapping your heel against the sidewalk, impatience filling you. You had always asked him to go to one of the many aquariums you had passed on your travels, in some hope that maybe, just maybe, you could act like a normal couple for one day. A sigh passed his lips before he continued on. “I know I screwed up, but it’s gonna be hard to have a date if ya don’t talk to me,” you turned to stare at him, an angry glare showing on your face. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You knew this was too good to be true. “Look, I’m sor-” your hand fell flat against his cheek, a loud noise arising from the movement, before you recoiled, eyes flickering down to your now stinging hand.

You had seen the others do this all the time in shows, they never acted like it hurt this badly. “Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, looking back at his awe struck face. He shook his head a bit before staring down at you with pity.

“Is yer hand okay?” He went to gently grab your palm, but you quickly drew yourself back, mumbling a small ‘don’t touch me,’ his way before storming off in the direction of your rental, pleading with your tears to just wait until you got back to the hotel. You heard the pitter of his feet following behind you, your name falling past his lips in a rushed tone. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, turning your steps towards him. Before you could stop yourself, another slap sounded against his the part of his face you could reach. You winced as the tingling grew quicker against your palm, watching as he clenched his jaw, rubbing his hand against it.

“Yer gonna hurt yerself if ya keep doin’ that lass,” he muttered, voice laced with worry. You looked down at the ground, a small laugh leaping past your lips before staring back up at him, your eyes filled with disbelief.

“I don’t care,” you muttered out quietly, your voice growing louder as you talked. “I don’t give a shit if I hurt myself, I will not let you touch me,” his eyes widened at your words, forcing you to continue before he could speak. “I would’ve never been okay with doing this bullshit, but you?  You know why I slept with you? Because I actually had feelings for you. I actually thought maybe, just maybe that I,” you cut yourself off, making slight eye contact with a couple walking past you, before shooting back over to where Finn stood. “And you? All I ever was to you was an easy lay, wasn’t I?” You gave a short break, daring him to answer the question. When there was no response, you let go, tears beginning to dance across your cheeks. “I somehow convinced myself it was okay to fall in love with you,” your voice cracked against your throat, words stopping as he leaned down, placing his lips desperately against yours. You pushed away  roughly, your heart racing with every emotion imaginable. Your eyes bore into his eyes now brimming with tears.

“You don’t just get to kiss me and make everything okay,” you whispered, unsure of who you were trying to convince. “I thought I would never be able to forgive myself for walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to me, but now?” Your voice broke, releasing a small sob. You turned away, your steps quickening as to ignore the way your body screamed at you to turn back.

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The second you had gotten out of the elevator, you spotted Sami, waiting in front of your door. His eyes met yours, signaling that he knew what had happened. Without sparing a moment, you ran into his awaiting arms, sobs tearing away from your chest as you tried to find a breath of air to hold onto. He held you up, mumbling small apologies to you, waiting for you to calm down before getting you inside your hotel room.

You sat against the wall, eyes bleeding holes into the floor as Sami gathered the bag you had dropped on the floor, before closing the hotel door. You looked up at him, watching the way he cringed a bit staring at your now reddened eyes. “Why do you have a key?” You asked, genuinely concerned of how he got a hold of it.

“You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to actually get a spare,” he muttered out, an eyebrow raising as he actually thought about how simple it had been. You nodded a bit, pulling your knees towards your chest and resting your head in the small space between the two. A deep sigh filled the small space of the hallway you had rested yourself in, before Sami sat next to you, your head lulling to the side to rest on his shoulder. “How’s your hand?” You shrugged your shoulders a bit, holding it out for him to see.

“Think it’s better,” you mumbled dryly, the tingly feeling settling down after a few minutes of driving. “Probably hurt me more than it hurt him,” a small bit of laughter rushed past your lips before letting the comfortable silence settle in.

“I think you should talk to him,” Sami muttered, adding in a quick, ‘I’m serious,’ in response to your groan. “I know what he did was, excuse my language, a dick move,” you smiled a bit, rubbing circles into your own wrist. “But he was scared. Terrible excuse, but. He really does care for you,” his confession made your heart thump against your ribcage, a sigh leaving your lips.

“Maybe I should just date you,” you let out a stubborn mumble, biting the inside of your cheek as he chuckled.

“We both know we are not meant for each other,” he spoke out, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before standing up. He held a palm up towards you, pulling you on your feet as you grabbed it. He watched you take a deep breath, before opening the door, revealing a broken looking demon. Sami gave you one last look, before suggesting he give you both the room, throwing a quick wave your way before departing down the hall. Your eyes locked with Finn’s before you silently invited him into the unfamiliar room, settling yourself on the bed, listening to the door click shut.

The silence was a bit overwhelming, your eyes following as he sat in one of the puke green chairs that you had figured was part of this hotel’s ‘aesthetic.’ He sighed deeply, eyes landing on yours.

“Is yer hand okay?” it came out small, heart breaking. You threw a quick nod his way before asking him if his face was okay. He let out a small chuckle, “Yeah, ‘s fine.”

“I’ve been tryin’ ta come up wit how ta get ya ta forgive me,” he muttered out, looking down at the floor, ashamed by what he had done. “Bein’ honest, I don’t even forgive myself,” You bit down on your bottom lip, eyes pulsing from how much crying had been done in the past 24 hours.

“Do you really think that I would,” you took a breath, unable to even finish the sentence yourself. His eyes immediately shot over to yours, his head shaking quickly.

“Of course I don’t, I was just-” He cut himself off, mouth opening and closing before shutting it completely, clenching his jaw yet again. “The new girl who does my paintin’, I don’t tink she likes me very much,” You let out a light giggle, his face brightening at the sound. “Doesn’t laugh at any of my jokes, specially doesn’t draw shit on my back tat could get me in trouble,” he raised an eyebrow at you as you recalled the ONE time you drew a dick on his back. “She’s not you. Jesus, I miss ya like crazy. I just want ya back, even if ya just want ta be friends, I don’t ca-”

“Is that what you want?” You muttered out, looking at him curiously. “Just friends?” This was terrifying, the silence around you suffocating as he made his way over to you, kneeling down in front of you, and carefully taking your face in his hands, his thumb rubbing across your cheek.

“Course not,” it was a gentle whisper, as if at any moment you would crack and make him leave. Which admittedly, was still a slight possibility. “What I want is this beautiful lass sittin’ in front of me,” A small smile forced itself onto your lips as he continued. “The very one I should’ve told how much I adore every little ting she does,” moving slowly, your hand fell against the one he had placed on your cheek. “Am I allowed ta kiss ya?”

You thought it over a bit, slowly nodding your head, whispering a small ‘I’d like that,’ before his lips slowly pressed against yours in a small kiss, before his forehead rested against yours. A small bit of laughter past his lips, mixing with yours.

“I’m sorry for leaving without talking to you,” you mumbled out, his lips finding their spot on the underside of your jaw. A groan fell from his lips, both hands enveloping your cheeks as he stared into your eyes.

“Don’t ever apologize ta me. I’m sorry for lettin’ yer stubborn ass leave,” he threw a familiar smirk your way as you let out a small laugh. “I love you.” His lips found yours again, in a much more heated kiss, before pulling away. You whined out a bit as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Mind if I stay wit ya tonight? We don’t have ta do anyting I just.. I wanna be wit ya,” You smiled brightly, pulling his hand into yours, watching as he lifted your intertwined fingers to his lips, placing gentle kisses to each of your fingers while whispering about how much he loved how tiny your hands were compared to his. He quickly promised to be right back, going just to gather his things from his and Sami’s shared room.

The second the door had closed, you sprung into action. It had been a month since you had gotten any… well… action, and you would be damned if you did not get your needs fixed. All throughout your fuck buddy relationship, you had never worn lingerie, both of you agreeing to never having the time. But this? This was going to be different, it was going to feel different.

You pulled out a light blue set, complete with a see through babydoll, exposing the small thong you wore underneath. You pulled your hair out of the ponytail you had it in, shaking it out a bit before smoothing it back down. Your ears perked at the sound of a gentle knocking, smiling to yourself as you moved towards the door, pulling it open slowly.

The second you were exposed to Finn’s eyes, he shut the door, dropping his things, pulling your body towards his, lips greedily pressing against yours. You held your ground, one hand against his chest while the other gripped at his bicep. His hands slowly slide down, cupping your ass gently. Suddenly, you were being lifted up, hoisted over one shoulder. You giggled lightly, before feeling a slight nibble at your ass cheek.

“Did you just bite my ass?” You gasped out, the breath knocking from your lungs when he tossed you onto the bed, moving to tug his shirt over his head, before moving to hover over you, lips drifting across your throat.

“Looked juicy, decided ta take a taste,” his accent tickled against your throat, your hands moving to tangle in his hair, a gentle grip placed there, “ya look beautiful love, all dressed up for me,” his breath was hot against your skin as he traced his lips further down your chest, pulling on the small bow keeping the babydoll across your chest. His palms fell across your waist, rubbing carefully across your skin. A groan erupted from his lips as his eyes fell upon your naked breasts, lips moving up against your own in a dominated kiss, tongue intertwining with yours. Pulling away from his lips, you let out a small whimper, back arching into the the way his calloused hands felt on your breasts.

“I love tha noises ya make for me,” you hips bucked as a finger slipped into the small piece of fabric covering your clit, rubbing small circles into your love button. “Don’t deserve it. Yer too good ta me,” a finger slipped past your folds, curling into you before another slipped in to join.

“Finn,” it came out as a rushed burst of air, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of you. “Please, I need yo- fuck, Finn,” the thrusting of his fingers grew deeper, twisting inside of you as his fingers rubbed against your walls, before he pulled them out, holding them to your mouth, groaning as your lips wrapped around them, sucking teasingly slow. He made quick work of removing his pants, boxers being thrown in a corner.

Your eyes widened as he practically ripped the small piece of fabric from your body. You let out a lewd moan, watching as he brought your thong up to his face, taking a small breath in through his nose, before smirking down at you, thong thrown behind him. “Tat cute little outfit belongs ta me now,” his hands gripped at your hips, pulling you to meet the head of his cock. “Who’s tha only one who gets ta see ya in tat?” his teeth nipped at your collarbone, as the hold on your hips tightened, holding you down from bucking onto his cock. “I need ya to answer me love,” his breath hitched in his throat as you rubbed against him, chanting his name, pleading with him to take you.

A breathy chuckle passed his lips before he sunk into you, groaning at your tightness. Your head fell back against the mattress, your heart stopping as he filled you up. God, you missed the way he felt against you. The second your head raised up, his lips found yours, hips thrusting against yours. You whined his name quietly, begging him to just take you already. His thrusts grew rough, animalistic as he pounded into you, the mattress creaking along with each thrust. His eyes flickered from the expressions forming on your face, to the way your pussy took his cock in with each thrust. He groaned loudly, his eyes locked on the sight.

“Look at my pretty girl’s pussy,” he spoke, a smirk popping up on his face as you moaned at his words. “Ya missed me huh? Fuck, yer so fuckin’ tight, so warm. Just beggin’ to be fucked, beggin’ for me to make love ta ya,” Without losing his dominance over you, he flipped the both of you, situating you on his lap before continuing his thrusts into you. “Just look at ya, shit.” he mumbled, his lips finding your breasts again as he placed passionate kisses to them, appreciating the way your buds perked up . You nails dug into his back, small scratches puffing up on his skin.

“I missed you, your cock fills me so nice- fuck,” your words turned into whatever noise your throat could muster up, as his thrusts became rougher. A familiar bubble began forming, your body on fire. His thrusts grew sloppier by the second, groaning against your shoulder.

“Ya gotta cum wit me, shit, I need to feel ya cum for me,” His voice accent grew thicker, each word being growled out. You nodded at him, your hips moving to meet with his thrusts, desperate for release. Your walls tightened around his cock, before you were digging your teeth into his shoulder, your orgasm lighting your nerves. His hips stuttered into yours, riding out each of your orgasms. Even as your orgasms died down, his lips connected with yours, deep breaths mixing together.

Heated kisses died down, turning into gentle pecks to your lips. His arms wrapped around your hips, pulling your body even closer to his, his cock still buried deep inside you. A light whimper passed your lips as he finally turned you onto your back, pulling out slowly. Slight mumblings of curse words passed his lips as he eyed your thighs, sticky with cum. Slowly, his vision trailed up your naked form, landing on your own two eyes, staring up at him lovingly. His chest pressed against yours, lips covering every inch of your face, giggles bouncing off the walls.

“I will never get over bein’ able to kiss ya,” he whispered against your lips, placing a small kiss there. You traced your fingers gently up the back of his neck, throwing a small nod in agreement his way before gently kissing the tip of his nose. “Will ya do me the honor of bein’ mine?” You flipped him on his back, playful kisses adorning his face as you squealed out a quick yes. He chuckled happily, before letting out a deep groan as your hips began to grind against his. You jumped as a loud knocking filled the silence.

“I’m really happy you guys are together,” Sami’s voice cracked from the other side of the door. “But Finn, you took my bag by accident. Can I come in?” Finn placed a loving kiss against your lips, making sure you pulled the sheets against your body, leaving everything but shoulders to the imagination. He threw on his boxers, pulling the door open to reveal a blushing Sami.

“Why didn’t you just come in,” you tilted your head a bit, curious as to why Sami was avoiding your gaze. “You have a key,” you muttered out, leaning your body up a bit as Finn rejoined you in bed, arms wrapping around your sheet covered waist. Sami shot a glare in your direction, before turning back away, escaping the room quickly.

“Remind me ta thank ‘im in the mornin’ lass,” fingers traced gentle shapes into your hips as you leaned back in his arms, a yawn tearing itself past your lips. You nodded sleepily against his chest, falling in tune with his body as it moved the both of you laying down, pulling you into his chest,  a gentle kiss being placed against his chest as he whispered a small, ‘I love you,’ against the top of your head before sleep overtook the both of you.

… Gosh this is just beautiful. 😘💗👏