#95k

“𝓨𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓪𝓻𝓮…that’s enough of that.” A sudden aIpha voice echoes, sending shivers cascading down your spine. It’s enough to send such a fertiIe omega like you into ovuIation straight away. And you can’t help but swivel your head around to see-

𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂.

Leaned against the doorway to her penthouse suite. Bulging bicep arms crossed, massive dihh aura emanating in waves—you’re thrown by the sheer daddy aura. So much so that you almost don’t register the glasses upon her looksmaxxed CIavicular-mogging face- or the fact that you already had a 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 underneath you.

Hands gripping onto your hips n’ shovelling her 21-inches (when semi-hard) Titan’s Bride schIong inside you. Hittin’ away at the back of your throat again and again and again-

“Huh? Who’s this beta?” The other 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 (the one with the frat merchandise and smug smirk) scoffs at the intruder. “Can’t you see that m’busy with my babygirls for giving me 95k-”

“O-oh.” Almost on cue, you’re feeling a swipe against your womb. Where 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 was sure to mark out her name, plump tip puckerin’ up inside as a thank you. “Daddy-”

“You call her Daddy?” The one with the glasses - who you’ve deemed Nerd 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 - bites back. She’s taking a step closer, and it’s making the one underneath you let out a little growl of possessiveness. “Not this two-bit frat alpha-”

“And yer the nerd.” Frat 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 rolls her eyes. “What? Gonna recite calculus derivatives while you put it in?”

“D’you even know what derivatives are?” The nerd answers.

And whatever your original Frat 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 utters underneath her breath isn’t enough to stop the 6’7 mogsmaxxing Nerd from stepping inside the room- where her equally as 6’7 mogsmaxxing twin was absolutely pummelling you.

Rendering you dizzy at the sheer force of those strikes.

Push after push.

Veiny drags down every spot of your insides and-

“W-wait…” Your whimpers wail out whimperingly. “You’re twins—?”

“You just realized?” Frat 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 snickers. “Teehee- lock in.”

“Yeah, lock in.” Nerd 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 repeats. And before you know it- she’s kneeling at the edge of the aIpha-sized bed, tugging off everything except for those glasses. 

Frat 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 frowns. “The hell d’you think you’re doing?”

And Nerd 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂 only gestures for the other to get the heII away now-

It’s highly necessary you read this fic if only for this excellent convo between sam and dean. Other hits include

These books were about an Indigenous woman (with a brain injury in book 3) living in poverty overthrowing a corrupt white government.

She was demisexual, had stomach hair, was not even remotely romantically driven (and canonically didn’t even find romance until after she had finished a revolution.)

And Peeta was disabled and physically abused as a child and they both suffered from mental health problems and the parallel between the Capitol and the ruling rich was so very transparent.

And I’m seeing fun coloured makeup in stores labeled “Capitol colours from the Hunger Games”!

These books were about the revolution of the most oppressed taking over the extravagance and elitism and decadence of the ruling class while citizens starved.

These books were a parallel to our current social dynamics, they were a call to arms. They were a battle cry for the impending ruin of the rich white ruling class.

Verse: Story of My Life

Author: klaineanummel

Words: 94,545

Kurt as Cooper’s best friend / “younger brother” Blaine pining for Kurt

Summary of Part 1: Kurt reflects on the past twelve years of his life, coming to realize that one man in particular has affected him far more than he ever thought he would

Rating: NC17