#🍑peach🍑

[cimmerianbaby]

how did your children die?

Aftermoon: murdered

Lucia: many negative feelings

Diamond A.: Dark Lichen

Peach: War

Adam: killed to protect the nait

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Aww a baby...his baby hopefully...you can never know with you Peach.

Sometimes I wonder if you'll just say something like 'sike' at then end to mess with our heads one of these days....

It has yet to happen and there was no 'lmao' in the tags so perhaps we're safe for now....

Simon Riley who-

takes you home from a bar when you're both pretty drunk. You're cute and clumsy and giggly, and he wants to put his hands all over you, put his mouth on yours, put himself inside you. He takes one look at you across the dingy pub after Johnny whistles and comments on how pretty you are, and knows. He knows you'll be in his hotel room, or he'll be in your flat, before the sun rises on tomorrow.

You catch him staring. Catch his eye. And it's all over from there.

The sex is hurried, desperate- and you're flustered. Begging for him, pleading for him to shove his cock inside your pretty little pussy and make you cum all over it.

So he does. And neither of you have the talk. There's no discussion of protection or testing or condoms. You rattle something off about being on the pill, and well- that's good enough for him.

He fucks you face to face, terrifyingly intimate for him, something he hasn't done in years. He folds your knees to your chest and leans close enough to catch every breath and every sound, each whine and moan like a little piece of sunlight, a firefly in a jar, blinking only for him.

When you say his name, when you scream it, he wonders if this is what it's like- to have and to hold.

After, he still thinks about you. Wonders how you are, if you still go to that pub, if you still live in that flat. He swears he dreams about you, but can't remember when he wakes up. He likes to think he'll go back to see if you're there, one day. One day after these missions stop turning into months and months of slogging through hell. After he gets a chance to breathe.

It's over a year, by the time he's back in Gaz's part of town, which is conveniently your part of town.

When he scans the faces inside the bar and doesn't see yours, he can't help the disappointment that rots in his stomach.

So he has too much bourbon. Falls asleep on Kyle's couch.

And when he's letting himself out in the morning, when he's thrust into the glare of the sun-

his heart stops in his chest when he sees you on the sidewalk with a chubby, happy baby in your arms.

[rearobservatories]

Follow your excitement, especially when it is a bouncy booty. You will find many experiments that will lead to your greatest discoveries. :P

[blondeheaven]

No clothes allowed at the villa

[nikkinelson1313]

once upon a time

[rearobservatories]

Not everything is so serious in rear studies. Some times we take a load off and cuddle up against a nice bum.

[blondeheaven]

Sheee delight

[nikkinelson1313]

[blvcksuba]

[rearobservatories]

This perfect peach has given us much to consider when it comes to pose dynamics. Lighting & texture play a crucial role in the execution.

[blondeheaven]

Love the swimwear

[ma-adorn]

X: Woesenpaixo