You felt their arms circle your waist from behind, their touch gentle. You turned around in their hold and embraced them back, resting your head on their shoulder, a contented smile lighting up your face. "I could hold you all day, and never need anything else." their voice rumbled next to your ear. You could also hear their heartbeat, pounding fast."I don't need air," they continued, "I don't need the sun, the stars..." They pulled you away slightly so that you can look lovingly into their eyes, them returning the look with an equally affectionate one. Leaning in, they touched their forehead to yours, gazing at you in pure adoration."All I need... is you."
"OKAY! That's it for today! Y/N, F/C, that was great! I could feel the love! You just
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You quickly blocked the weak little voice out and continued indulging in your favorite fantasy- F/C getting stabbed repeatedly. You also pointedly ignored the painful twinge emitting from your chest at these grotesque images.
Finally, F/C broke your intense stare down and smirked evilly at you, then looked down and made a disgusted grimace, looking at their clothes as if they were covered in some sort of gross substance. They looked back up and sneered at you. "Great, now I have to burn these clothes, and this was my favorite shirt. Oh well," they sighed melodramatically. "Better safe than sorry. I don't wanna have anything you touched. I'd rather take an acid shower."
You could usually shrug off such childish insults, but something about F/C made your blood boil. You saw red and you lashed out, words dripping with venom. "Oh, what? Is your wee 5 year old mind afraid of non-existent cooties? GASP, the horror!"
They seemed to puff up at your words, their glare taking a menacing turn. "Wow, nice one. Did it take you weeks to think of it?"
"No, but it'll take weeks for you to be able to sit again once I whoop your ass."
"Psh, please! You wouldn't be able to touch
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If my IQ was zero, I wouldn't be capable of speech."
"My, that sounds heavenly."
"As if you'd know what's heavenly. You most likely crawled out of the pits of HELL!"
"Yes, I did, but I'll be honest, I was only following in your footsteps."
"Really? At least you finally admit it. You're ugly enough to be a spawn of Satan."
"Right back at you. Your face always made me sick to my stomach."
Unknowingly, during your insult match, you two moved closer to each other and were practically face to face. You growled deep in your throat, the sound almost inhuman. F/C's pupils suddenly dilated and they shouted at you.
"You know what, I bet you're still a virgin because nobody would ever fuck you!"
You huffed in rage and responded, getting dangerously close to their face.
"For your information, I'm NOT a virgin. I'm pretty sure that whole comment was just you trying to hide the fact that no one wants you!"
"You, getting laid? HA! And, believe me, I've slept with many people, one of which is LF/C. Now, " they gave a dirty grin. "that was a good fuck."
The red tint on your vision erupted, making you literally blind in
"You are free now, my love. This burden you have carried for us is lifting away. And now that you know, now that you have me...you must let me go" she spoke, the truth still ringing clear in her voice. Her gentle eyes turned sad. He shook his head.
‘I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade.. they were gonna beat me up..’”
His voice quavered slightly. ‘I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. ' They [The Socs] might have killed you. And they had a blade… they were gonna beat me up…’”
“He was different. He put his arms around me… wanted to
“I don’t like it, and yet look what you make me do…” the figure sighs. “I’ve no choice. You must know your place, boy, and know who you are. Whenever you try to be something you’re not, I have to put you back to that previous form. I don’t like it, no. I don’t-” “Bullshit!”
I've been friends with him since first grade and he's the badest son of a bitch there is, in this school anyway." "I'm not after his girl. I just think she's nice," Roman replied. "Nice?
Traitor! They yelled. Turncoat! Pussy! I felt myself blush.
I didn’t want Christian to sense the need I had for him. But he didn’t seem to care because he came closer to me and placed his hand on my waist again. “It’s just a question Serenity trust me I don’t want to fight with you tonight, but I just want to know if there is any possibility that you could feel the same about me as I do about you.” His words were spoken with such sincerity that I found it hard to ignore the matter.
The moonlight shone between the branches, a gentle breeze caused the leaves to dance beautifully. Fallen leaves and twigs crunched under our feet as we ran through the woods. Our giggles echoed through the seemingly endless ocean of trees. He held my hand as he lead me through the calm and peaceful forest, until we finally came across a small little clearing. It seemed to satisfy him, because as soon as we reached it, he turned around and gently pressed his lips against mine.
“Early,” Bass whispered, his voice still husky where hers was hoarse. “We’ve got an hour before the hustle and bustle of the day begins. Got any ideas on how we should spend it?” “Definitely,” she replied, pulling him down for a kiss as her fingers danced across his stomach and towards his cock.
“‘Nohbdy, Nohbdy tricked me, Nohbdy’s ruined me!’/… So saying/ they trailed away. And I was filled with laughter/ to
I rolled my eyes at her and glared. She giggled a giggle that all girls have, the one that says, “gotcha” and then she smiled a delicious
You had to pay attention to all your gestures and words, as they could furtively watch you and understand your actions to be against the orthodox way of thinking ‘A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought Police. Even when he is alone he can never be sure that he is alone.’ (219) A party member is required to have not only the right opinions, but the right instincts. That is why, in ‘The Two Minutes Hate’, everybody was frantic and wanted to expose more hate than the others, however, you could not get contaminated by the other’s exhibition ‘The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining it.
They clutched at me more boldly, whispering odd sounds to each other. I shouted violently, and shouted again rather discordantly."