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lance williams. 23 years old. senior. vice president of omega chi delta. cunning asshole studying business.

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@atarahpls

A few ropes might of been pulled in order to sell himself within the auction; after all, there wasn’t a rule against him telling a few white lies and enrolling one of the hopeless romantics of Omega wannabes to jot down a few ideas for him. It seemed to of worked within his favour, even if he wasn’t one hundred percent honest with his words, he still scored a date. Approaching his date, equipped with skates in either hand, a smug expression was portrayed against his chiselled features. “I got your size,” Lance handed her over the skates before situating himself down beside her. “Talk about a surprise, am I right?” Granting a throaty laugh whilst he worked on his skates, the male’s snuff-coloured eyes briefly diverted over to greet Atarah’s. “Don’t worry sweetheart. There’s plenty more where that came from. ---- So, we are on a date and I think this calls for us to get to know one another; preferably I do prefer to do this over drinks or a game of strip poker but I’ll settle for ice skates.” Slanting his head to one side, the male pondered his next action for a spilt second before extending an hand out for the girl to shake. “We got off to a somewhat rocky start last time we met, let’s turn over a new leaf and start a fresh. Hi, I’m Lance Williams... you must be Atarah, am I right?”

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rowenxgold:

“I haven’t read anything lately, then again I don’t pay much attention to the news unless I’m bored and scroll through Yahoo.” Rowen reached for her bag and slipped over her shoulder. “Are we talking figuratively or actual snakes, honey.”

“People still use yahoo?” Lance voiced with a questioning glint evident in his eyes as he sent the brunette a brief glance over his shoulder, lowering the snake into the plastic cage. “Funny,” the male stated with a throaty laugh before turning round on his heel to face her, arms folding along his solid built chest. “My ex best friend fucked my ex girl a day after we broke up, humiliating on both their halves if you ask me.” 

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adrianvanveen:

Starting from the cigarette that was put out right in front of him, Adrian’s gaze went all the way up until his eyes caught the eyes of the other male, which was the same guy that had made fun of him for not drinking a couple of weeks ago. “Nope. Seems like Santa doesn’t like me at all.” Adrian said, pursing his lips.

“I mean, I’d say it’s a blessing that I’m here. At least one thing is going right for you.” Lance pressed his lips into a thin line, before the corners of them curved upwards, smugly. “So, what’s up with you, Blondie? Did the tennis ball machine defeat you and you’re a sore loser? That’s what this looks like, and you’re in stage one of your tantrum.” 

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ivmendez:

“ … and then we locked eyes and he pulled me to his chest and as soon as our lips were about to touch… the dream freakin’ ended !! Ugh, can you believe that? But lemme tell you, it was still great.. Like can you imagine? I had never thought of Conan O’brien as HOT but that dream was just sooo… I get tingles just thinking about it. Anyways, so how was your winter break? ”

“Hm?” The male was subconsciously listening, as his snuff-coloured irises scanned the room whilst the brunette blathered on. “Conan O’Brien?” He scoffed, a throaty laugh soon being emitted. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Conan and I look nothing alike.”

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adrianvanveen:

Adrian felt like he couldn’t feel his hand anymore. He’d been holding the racket for hours, hitting the ball as if there was no tomorrow, which was true in some sense since he’d already made his mind about quitting the tennis team. He sat down in the middle of the tennis court and crossed his legs. He didn’t mind how cold the weather was, it just meant that no one would come there and all he needed was some quiet anyway.

Lance’s brows furrowed as his head adjusted to a tilt, acknowledging the male who sat in the middle of the tennis court in the distance. It wasn’t long before his full curiosity got the better of him, and he was making his way over to where he was situated, putting his cigarette out in front of him with his heel. “What’s up with?” He questioned, arching a brow. “Santa still hasn’t delivered your gifts?”

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desiree-bryant:

“Could someone please, please explain to me why some people are out here in this freezing cold ass weather in shorts like it’s a hundred degrees or something? I’ve seen at least five people and I just…. What the hell is wrong with them?" 

“---- You don’t see me complaining.” Lance voiced, his gaze turning to the coffee shop window to acknowledge the group of cheerleaders as they sauntered across the quad before he caught sight of the coach sporting a pair of tight shorts, a grimace surfacing on his face. “Though you’re right sweetheart, some people should cover up.”

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rowenxgold:

Rowen stood up from her position, feeling her knees pop as she stretched her legs. “Nope, a person who owned a snake for a long time wouldn’t make the mistake you did.”

“Not true,” Lance scoffed, eyes diverting down to the snake in his grasp before he shifted over to where he set the little cage down in far right of the room. “You read things about venomous snakes on the loose from zoos everyday. Those bastards don’t even know what they’re doing after years of dealing with snakes, at least I’m able to capture one of them. Besides, I’ve had my fair experience of snakes in my life; my high school bro for example. Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

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quccnjelena:

“Let’s make it five for safe measures.” She played along, but her face was still stone. Looking under shelfs and into counters, she couldn’t find anything. This just reminded her that if they found that the snake had gone through the kitchen she would have to disinfect everything - twice. Jelena turned back to him, “I don’t see your stupid snake in here.”

“Five? Seems like a stretch, don’t you think? If you’re planning to keep me on my toes then it’s working.” Lance crooned roguishly. It was plain to see there wasn’t a snake here, and he proceeded to half bother in his search --- sitting back to observe whenever the girl’s back was turned to him. “You don’t? That’s weird.. I could of sworn he was in here. Keep looking.”

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lovekarmaxx:

“What do you mean it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it? It’s my name, idiot. It’s not that hard to say at all.” Karma told him in a sharp tone. She rolled her eyes at his little speech. “Oh, how lovely,” she said sarcastically, giving him an unimpressed look. “Oh yes, and I wish you would just take the hint and see yourself out because you’re quite annoying, honestly.” She was very irritated but not at all upset or mad. She sighed once he came to her table. “Don’t you have anything else to do? Because I’m sure you do considering you still haven’t found that snake of yours, remember?” She ran a hand through her hair and let out another sigh. “I am.” She answered, closing her laptop and folding her arms across her chest. “Anything else you want to know?" 

“And I prefer your nickname. No offence. It’s just a lot cuter and you know what they say, Karma’s a bitch.” As the corner of his lip quirked up, he couldn’t refrain from adding to impish with another wink clearly attempting to get under the female’s skin. “Ouch. Play nice kitty. Maybe you are a Karma after all.” His expression only grew more roguish with amusement, folding his sturdy arms along the table as he leaned forward nonchalantly, snuff-coloured eyes latched onto hers. “Don’t be silly, there was never a snake in here in the first place.” He stated matter-of-factly, accompanied by a throaty laugh. “Yes, there is actually... I’d like to know, what are the odds of you and I getting naked together?”

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aspen-acosta:

Aspen raised her eyebrows as Lance finished his drink, glancing at her own and swishing the contents around briefly, before lifting it to her lips and downing it as well, just as he asked for another round. She’d try to keep up, for now at least. “It’s that smirk on your face. Like you expect me to fall as well. But I’m thinking I’ll have to pass for now,” Aspen answered, the smirk on her face and slight laugh in her voice driven by the cockiness of the male as he taunted her. The girl watched him for a moment as he reacted to her answer, before her eyes widened, her head shaking. “No, no. Not someone submissive. I don’t want to control them either. You don’t have to be controlling or controlled. You can coexist. Something tells me you don’t know much about that either, do you?” Aspen asked, her head tilting back slightly as she asked the question, watching his reaction to it. “They remind me of being thirteen and drinking and thinking I was the baddest bitch around - and that’s not a good thing. Girl should grow up with the rest of us.” 

“The smirk on my face?” Lance arched a brow, gesturing to his face which was ridden with the infamous smirk before a throaty laugh formed from him. “For now? I’m an optimist, we’ll see how long it takes before you cave in then, sweetheart.” He responded hoarsely, flashing her a wink as he raised the rim of the whiskey glass to his half-parted lips, taking a generous sip. “I don’t know much about being submissive with my tail between my legs if that’s what you’re referring to, though, I’m not opposed to a woman taking control now and again. There’s something about a fiery woman in charge that really ignites a fire.” He looked to the girl with hooded eyes briefly, rolling his head around to emphasis his words and add that melodramatic vibe to his words. “I don’t know, if you ask me she looks pretty grown but the cocktail subtracts about four years.” His gaze soon shifted over to a group of males with braces, and flannel who were giving Aspen the occasional glimpse whilst a couple of them were ogling. An amused scoff parted from the male before retreating his vision back to her. “Looks like you have a few fans. Let’s hope their able to handle their drink without embarrassing themselves in front of you.”

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lucia-olivo:

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A moan reverberated against her centre, as he worked his figures to their full advantage and the brunette evidently fought to retain her whimpers at his touch. Eventually withdrawing his mouth from where it was pressed up against her clit, his tongue formerly circling it almost in the same sequence as the alphabet, the male climbed to his feet, pressing his spare palm flat down against the wooden surface of the desk beside where Lucia was situated and squirming, to keep him an upright lean whilst his long, bony fingers proceeded to motion back and forth into her growing wetness. His lips soon subconsciously opted to her neck, lavishing it with wet kisses and teasing nibbles but sure enough not to leave a mark on the girl’s perfect olive skin. Gently, he pulled his fingers from out within her, knuckles brushing up against her inner thigh before the tips of his fingers shifted up to trace the wiring of her bra. “This needs to go.” He murmured, eager to finally get where they both wanted as he went to work off his boxers slowly before dipping his head down to allow Lucia the access. “Go ahead, baby.”

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migueliisms:

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. I know how difficult it must be for the rest of you to keep up with the Lambdas.” He said referring to the fact that Lambdas on average had higher GPAs than the rest of the other fraternities. “Nobody is crying here and obviously I haven’t as I just had to take my headphones off to entertain you.”

“Sweetheart?” Lance cocked up a brow, emitting a scoff. “I’d hate to burst your bubble but I doubt it. All those ball games must really make you lack stamina by the end of them. Poor you can’t even keep your significant other satisfied.” He gave off a throaty laugh before folding his arms along his sturdy chest. “There’s a difference between us Omega and you.”

[niklausroyals]

natebuzz Kol mikaelson one week, David Lassiter the next…

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olivia-rinehart:

A smirk warmed her features and she couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m sure my judgements of you are accurate. Not all I believe you to be is bad. I’m sure there is an appealing side to you somewhere.” She too leaned back in her chair, resting her hands on her lap and letting her eyes wander the room - never making eye contact for long. Sarcasm was hard to resist in his presence. He brought out that side of her a lot more than she liked to display regularly. Rolling her eyes, a soft snort followed, “Imaginative. I do actually have friends. And it’s not like I’ve seen you with friends either.” Her lip curled up into a smirk. “Studying? Wow. I’m impressed. You want any help-?” She didn’t know why she bothered offering. Perhaps it was her enjoyment of studying that forced her to speak before she could control her mouth. “Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she teased, laughing, “And really? Those poor girls.”

“Was that a real laugh?” Lance questioned, as his brows furrowed along his brooding forehead. “Who knew you had one?” His head slanted to one side, pondering her commentary before his whiskey eyes took the formation of slits yet again. “Somewhere?” Though, his tone didn’t ring defensiveness, it was more along the lines of humoured as a laugh was even effused from him. His ego was hardly ever held at risk, having enough self esteem to take on a role in his father’s company at the earliest age of thirteen - growing up in a working environment with real adults toughened him up for later adulthood. “That’s because I don’t do friends. Unless they come with benefits. I have my acquaintances and then the people I associate myself with, like my brothers but I’m my own person at the end of the day.” He arched up a brow, the mannerism of it portraying one which brought out his cockiness. “You want to help? Alright. What exactly do you know about business?”

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gisellebelle:

“Yes. I don’t want to touch it.” She explained, still looking for the animal. “You know, you so owe me big time for this and when I mean big time I mean get me an ice cream or something. Cause’ I might be from the swamps and all that but me and snakes? We don’t get along, at all.” She snorted once she heard its name. “Sounds about right. Lance isn’t that bad of a name though, if I’m being real with you. Sounds real country if you ask me, where are you from?” Giselle fought the urge to roll her eyes as she made her way to the sofa. “Sounds like a terrible idea. How did it get out by the way? Leaving a snake in a college campus doesn’t exactly seem ideal.”

“You act as if you’re going to a casualty of rabies or something.” Nonetheless, he chose to disregard it and push the topic aside as his whiskey eyes scanned the surrounding area. “The swamps? Who are you? Shrek? Fine, I’ll get you ice cream, an unlimited amount of ice cream ----  something to discard those memories of the swamp.” He cocked up a brow as his gaze pivoted over his shoulder briefly, a light and airy laugh parting from him. “My mother was a little country, my dad is city. It’s my great great great grandfather’s name but those details don’t matter. I’ve lived in LA for the majority of my life.. you?” He asked in return, knowing that was the human thing to do after all and considering she seemed intrigued about his whereabouts, he might as well of questioned her own. “I left its cage open, the office is closed off to pledges so I couldn’t of imagined that they’d pull this crap as some kind of practical joke ‘sides, they’re all timid little puppies right now.”

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lucia-olivo:

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The chestnut haired male felt a rush of satisfaction and arousal shoot through his body at the audible obscenity and faint whimpers which were executed from the brunette ----- them being more than enough to stimulate the male. He had to stop himself from moaning against her centre as his tongue traced another long strip. His pointed tongue soon coming as a great advantage as it circled her clit before he brought it between his lips and sucked, pursing his lips around the little bundle of nerves as his gaze lingered upward to gauge the female’s reaction. Soon enough, his bony figure teased at her entrance for a long few moments before he pressed it inside her slowly. His figure moving further inside her, he worked a second digit in gradually, stretching her out, not wanting to hurt her, yet at least, and sidetracked her by nibbling lightly on her clit. He scissored his fingers within her, moving them in and out, and crooking them inside her, trying to find that special spot on the front inside wall. 

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lovekarmaxx:

“And I prefer my actual given name better,” Karma retorted, standing up straighter and folding her arms across her chest, giving the guy a serious look. She laughed bitterly. “If you say so. Your opinion of yourself is what matters the most.” She shrugged. It was becoming clear to her that the snake was not there where they were and she was glad. But also not because he was still here. “Don’t you have a venomous snake around here somewhere that you need to find? Because I don’t think it’s in here so that means you should probably stop playing and go look for it elsewhere.” She told him in a sassy tone. “I would like to get back to studying and you’re really cutting into that.” She moved to go sit back at the table she was at before.

“Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it,” Lance retorted back in clear refusal as his nonchalant act emanated him to give a sluggish shrug of his broad shoulders. Even with the disapproving countenance that the girl took on, he stuck by his stubborn antics. “Precisely. I have enough ego to feed the starving children in poverty, it’s why I’m an Omega and also not moved by what other people think of me. You included, sweetheart. Though you are adorable.” A smirk sprung to profile, lips curving upwards. “So eager to get rid of me?” Brows furrowing, he took a large stride toward where the girl retreated to, settling on the chair opposite her nonchalantly before his bony index finger and the pad of his thumb turned her textbook round swiftly to face him. “Education major, hm?”