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I drew the character turnaround for the flying chibi animation in the Famillie discord's MOA Globe project!

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{Alice By the Hudson} Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

summary: another classic friends to lovers Wilbur Soot x Reader. You and Wilbur and laying down, watching the sky turn dark and you express how done you are with boys. Can Wilbur change your mind?

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You and Wilbur walked down to the dock but veered off to the right to lay in the green grass beside the glistening water of the river. It was a warmer summer night, just enough to get avid walkers on the break of sweat.

“What made you bring me down here tonight?” Wilbur asked you, his legs extended out in front of him while his arms supported his weight behind him.

You sat down next to him and copied his position, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, a smile played upon his lips, “You always ask me to come down here when you wanna get something off your chest, then cover it up by saying ‘it was a nice day’.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. He wasn't wrong, in fact, he was smack on the dot. You always felt bad that he was the one who dealt with your venting, but he was the only one that you cared enough about to get his opinion.

“Well-” You hesitated. “Just things.”

“Things you say?” Wilbur repeated. “What kind of things?”

“Thingy-things…” You chuckled out.

He chuckled with you, diverting his attention on the small waves that the wind created in the river and refocusing it on you. “Come on, y/n, don’t feel bad you wanna talk. You know I love talking with you,” He assured you.

You smiled your blush away, “Always had a way with words, Soot.”

Although you were not looking at him, you could feel that he was smiling back at you. He knew how easily he got you flustered, but also understood that it was your natural reaction. It wasn't because it was him.

“We just got here,” You pointed out. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to emotion dump on you?”

He nodded, “You have all my time.”

His words-they way he said them, the way he chose them so carefully, it was all warm. He never said anything or said something in a way to make you hurt. Wilbur was truly your best friend in times like this.

“Jared-”

“That asshole,” He interrupted.

“‘The asshole’, yes,” You confirmed. “Well remember how I told you that he was going to take me to that movie last weekend?”

Wilbur nodded, “Yeah the one with the knights and stuff. You were excited to see it. Well-that’s what you said, but I think you were more excited for the food-”

“I get it, Wil!” You angrily laughed. “You know me better than anyone, you don't need to remind me over and over again.”

“I’m sorry, go on.”

“Well I go there and his location says he’s there. So I go searching and he isn't answering his messages but he sent me a screenshot of the tickets so I was like ‘oh I’ll go there and see if he’s waiting there’. So I go there and there's some chick sitting in the seat he sent me. So I very kindly am like ‘hey, i think you got the wrong seat, you might be one over’ and at the same time we show each other the exact same screenshot that Jared sent both of us! Can you believe that Wil?” You looked over at him.

He drew his head back in disgust, “I told you that mother fucker was no good y/n! I told you over and over again that if he wasn't going to make the commitment that he was never going to!”

You threw your hands in the air, “We made out and stuff though! Sure we weren’t together but we still were!” You looked out at the river and sighed, relaxing your arms to the side, “Maybe it’s not him. Maybe it’s me. This isn't the first time I've gotten played.”

You felt Wilbur gently place his pinky on the back of your hand, “It’s not you, y/n. I promise you that it is not you.”

Your heart jumped at the mix of his words and touch. You looked at him, but he was also looking at the river. “Normally you would be right, but I don’t think you are this time. No one gets played this many times in almost the exact same way. I’m just done with boys. They’re stupid.”

Wilbur broke character a little bit and laughed, “I’m stupid?”

You shook your head, smiling, “You? You might be the stupidest of them all.”

“All jokes aside,” Wilbur recollected both of you back to the issue at hand, “In all of these stories you tell me on a monthly basis, it all comes down to boys not wanting to commit, but you’re always ready to commit. I think that is where you are going wrong.”

“We’re young, Wilbur. No one wants to commit at this age.”

He nodded in agreement, “You do got me there. I think it's gonna be hard to find someone that has much love to give that you do.”

You tilted your head at him, “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I’m giving my love away?”

He laughed at the absurd statement, “Of course not. I’m saying that in that heart of yours-” He pulled his hand off of yours and pressed a finger to your heart, “There’s a lot of love. Love that someone has, you just don't know it yet because these buffoons are trying to distract you and take love that isn't theirs to have.”

“I need to stop trying to get with people,” You admitted. “Everyone is just gonna keep backstabbing me and chipping away at my mortality.”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Wilbur exclaimed. “You’re y/n about us being young! But that is what is so great! Young love! We’re in our golden days! Now is the time to enjoy love before it grows old.”

You buried your head in your hands, “You’re making no sense.” You whispered just loud enough that only you would hear it.

“Please don’t get all down on me, y/n,” Wilbur begged. “I hate seeing you like this. Can I hug you?”

Head still buried in your hands, you nodded, giving him the okay to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his chest. Your knees rubbed together as you leaned your frame into his. The size difference made you feel so much safer in his arms. Wilbur is just too good to be true.

“Wil?” You thought out loud. “How come you never ask any girls on dates?”

His fingers tapped your side repeatedly as he thought, “Why are you so curious?”

You shrugged, “You’re so caring and kind with me. On top of that you’re so knowledgeable and in touch with your feelings that you have the time to understand your mind. I just don't understand why you don't want to share that with someone. Surely a guy with as big a heart as you loves someone.”

He nodded slowly, “Sure I do.”

You looked up. Your chin rested against the bottom of his shoulder blade and you caught the bottom of his eyes in yours, “Why don’t you go give it? What’s the point of having this much love and no one to give it to?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” He quickly replied. “I-I mean, I guess you’ve been trying to. Just to the wrong people.”

After a quick minute of debate, you pulled away from his hug and returned to your previous position. Wilbur coughed away the awareness.

“I’ve done enough talking,” You decided. “I wanna hear more about your girl.”

“My girl?” He questioned. “What makes you think I have one?”

You shrugged, “I know you. You have someone you love and you’re not telling me. It’s not really fair that you get to hear all of my ‘adventures’ and I never get to hear any of yours.” He stayed silent, refusing to mention anything about his secret lover. “Come onnnnn. We’re best friends. I just wanna know a little something. You have all these great ideas about love but never talk about your own love. I'm just curious.”

He looked over his shoulder and back at you, “We have very similar love you know.”

You looked back at him and bit your knuckle, “Humor me.”

“I’m offended that you think that I would be joking at a time like this,” He told you. “I’m being serious. I think you’re so interested in my ideas of love because they’re exactly like yours. I just…I just don't go out and try to share it with everyone. That’s the difference between you and me. I’m willing to wait for my love and you are out there chasing it.”

“So there is a girl!” You excitedly clapped your hands. “Oh please Wil tell me about her! I’m sure she’s your dream girl. A guy like you would only date his dream girl.”

“Did you not just hear a word I said?” He questioned. In fact, you didn't hear what he just asked you, so you nodded excitedly back. “Jesus christ…”

“I’m excited for you!” You confessed. “Any girl would be lucky to have you! I don't see anyone turning you down. Why don't you go ask them out?”

“Ask them out…” He trailed off. You followed the track of his eyes. He was scanning the area where the grass met the river and occasionally back down at your hand. “I would ask them out if they weren't trying to give their heart away to any guy that looked at her.”

“Wilbur!” You exclaimed. “I am not letting you chase after…after some whore! You’re better than that!”

“You’re a whore?” Wilbur spat out.

You stared at him, dazed and confused. He nervously stared back at you, waiting for your response. You replayed the statement in your head and you still couldn't figure out if he was calling you a whore or not. After the 5th thought, it clicked. You called yourself a whore.

You looked down, embarrassed that it didn't click right away, “Oh…”

“Oh,” Wilbur repeated.

“Wil,” You sighed. “You just heard my whole ramble about being done with boys and-”

He cut you off, “I understand. Right now probably wasn't the best time and all. It just happened to slip. I’m your best friend and everything and-”

“I’m not mad,” You interrupted. “You’re-you’re an amazing guy. I just said earlier about how any girl would be lucky to have you... I take that first part back, you’re more than amazing. But I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier, the part about not wanting to date…”

Without any words, Wilbur took your hand in his, “Hold on. Lemme talk, just really quick. The number one thing that I admire about you is your love. Your love isn't just the quantity, it's the quality. I see you give it to all of these other people and-”

You ignored the part about letting him talk, “And you waited. You were patient with me. That’s what makes you so great! You have such a solid understanding of life and what you want to do, but I don't. I mess up everything all of the time.”

You just noticed how close you gravitated towards him. You wanted him, everything in you wanted him. Your body, your brain, your love. It wanted all of him.

Wilbur shakily brought his hands to your cheeks and pulled you against his forehead. His hands were big enough to cover your entire cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hands and closed your eyes. You felt him rub his fingers against you as light as a feather.

“All of these other boys,” He started. “They see you for your beauty and that is it. They know how good you look and how you will give them all of your love, but they won't give any back because they don't see what I see. I am so lucky to be able to see the goofy side of you. The side you only show on late night phone calls. And they don't get to see how excited you get when you talk about something you love. They don’t understand you like I do. I understand that love that you have because I have it for you, and it's just for you-don't you see that?”

Your head spun as you were still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Everytime you tried to speak your breath hitched, leaving Wilbur without a response. But he understood you the way that no other boy did. He knew exactly what you were trying to say.

His right hand shifted slowly back to your neck, pulling you closer to his lips. Just before they would touch, he paused. Your breathing was heavy, yet controlled and Wilbur slowed his own down to match yours. You smiled, nodding your head.

Wilbur moved his other hand back more and leaned down, meeting his lips with yours. The kiss was slow and timid at first, but the more comfortable you got-the more right it felt-the more you leaned into him. Your hands hovered in the air, unsure of what to do with them. It made you think back to Jared and you abruptly ended the kiss by pulling back. Wilbur chased your lips but quickly stopped when he noticed you were intentionally pulled away.

He kept his hand on the back of your neck and made sure you didn't get too far away from him. He leaned back to read the look on your face, “Don't be afraid of the love that you have, y/n.” He whispered, “I won't let you down like the other boys did.” And with that he leaned back in to kiss you. You could never get enough of him. His kisses felt like heaven to you as he made sure every move was out of love and good intention. He was soft and gentle to not scare you away.

Loving the way he made you feel when he kissed you, you shifted your way into his lap. You felt him stop for a second to smile before capturing your lip. You slung your hands around his waist and hugged him while he gave you the best butterflies you had ever felt.

You became absolutely obsessed with one another and had no clue how to stop, but eventually you did. His hands dropped from your neck and cheek to behind your back, pulling you closer so that he could tuck you away into his body.

“Take my heart, y/n,” he whispered into your ear. “Take it.”

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Grant Seating

A modern take on a chesterfield sofa set which is my favourite classic european design. I have a few more chesterfield designs i want to add coming soon. 

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Plus Two - Chapter 4

Plus Two:  A Pepperony Fanfic

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Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  Smut (FF, tribbing, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:  Tony Stark- Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Pepper Potts, his long-serving and overworked assistant, and you, their on-again/off-again girlfriend and lead singer of the hit band, Arctic Fire.  Three very different people navigate a world of fame, addiction, betrayal, and superheroes, while they move from having a plus one to a plus two.

Chapter 4

No one really understood the relationship you had with Tony Stark, and boy did people like to speculate about it.  There was a cycle you would see on the tabloids.  First, you’d get photographed out together and the pictures would sell and be splashed on the covers over every two-bit rag out there ‘Tony Stark dating the lead singer of Arctic Fire’.  Then barely even a week later one of you would be seen with someone else and the headlines would all scream ‘cheating’ either you on Tony and or Tony on you.  Then some time would pass and everyone would have assumed you’d broken up, only to then get spotted out together and the cycle would start all over again.

Not that it was just the general public that didn’t get it.  Your friends and family would often ask what the deal was with you and Tony Stark.  You’d say he was your friend.  You were always met with sarcasm.

The thing was; he was your friend.  One of your closest.  You didn’t speak all the time, but when you did it was like no time had passed.  Sometimes you’d have sex.  Good sex.  The kind of sex that made you sweaty and weak and you’d feel three days later.

The sex wasn’t the point though and it wasn’t always.  Sometimes you’d go months or even a year without hooking up.  Sometimes you’d fuck almost constantly over a week.  It was random and unpredictable but it never detracted from the fact you were friends first and that was the most important part of all.

For years the two of you fell in and out of each other’s lives.  His business grew, and his name became one known by pretty much everyone.  Arctic Fire’s popularity grew too.  You had released two albums and had four number ones.  You did a world tour and were planning another.  Life was on an upward trajectory for both of you, despite the fact both of you were abusing alcohol and other drugs too hard.

Five years after you first met Tony Stark you met his new assistant, Pepper Potts.  You’d gone to meet him at his office.  He’d booked a table at Spago for dinner and you were supposed to go to the Viper Room afterward.

You’d been waiting for Tony for closer to an hour on the couch in the reception and Pepper had been looking harried as she’d tried to track Tony down for you.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.  “I swear, I’ve been here a month and I could already kill that man.”

You laughed.  “What’s happened?  Got stuck in the lab?”  You were used to Tony’s flightiness.  He would make plans and forget them more often than he remembered.  Often he would just get caught up in a project and lose track of time.  Though you’d had at least three plans broken because he’d suddenly left the country, and a dozen because he was still partying from the night before.

“Worse,” she said.  “He had lunch with some investors.  Ended up at a strip club and no one has seen him since.  He answered his phone once and told me to handle it before hanging up.”

You threw your head back laughing. “Oh my god,” you said and grabbed your handbag.  “He is the worst.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said.  “You waited so long.”

You shrugged.  “I’m used to him.  I’ll go by his house in the morning and make a lot of noise.  Thanks for tracking him down for me.”

“I wish I could have gotten him to actually show up for you,” she said.

“I feel that as Tony’s assistant, him not showing up for a meeting will be some of the easy things you have to deal with,” you said.  You paused at the door and looked back at her.  “Hey, what are you doing right now?”

“I was just going to lock up and get out of here,” she said.  “Why?”

“I have a booking at Spago’s with your name on it.  Probably literally, because I’m pretty sure he would have told you to book it,” you said.

“He did,” she laughed.  “Are you sure?  I can just cancel for you.”

“No, come on,” you said.  “I had my stomach ready for fancy Italian food.  Don’t make me go alone.”

She looked at you uncertainly.  “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you said.  “Come on.  I’m paying.”

She smirked and went into the drawer of her desk, pulling out a black credit card.  “No.  Tony can pay.”

“...and I try and get her to leave, but she’s just not having it.  She keeps screaming about Tony being her one true love.  I had to get security.  She broke at least three vases and an actual Monet.  I’m also pretty sure she stole his toothbrush.  It was definitely gone after she left.  And meanwhile, Tony’s just in the lab, working on some new missile.”

You threw your head back, roaring with laughter.  Your dinner with Pepper had been the best decision you’ve made in a long time.  She had seemed eager to let her hair down, and given that you knew just about everything about Tony, she had no trouble regaling you with stories about him.  You supposed the was probably an NDA she’d signed and she was technically breaking it, but you knew worse stuff about Tony than she did.

It wasn’t just that you could share embarrassing stories about your friend.  Now she had let her hair down, she was fun and flirtatious.  You liked being with her.  Tony had booked one of the curved booths along the wall with their high-backed plush seats, you’d supposed this had a three-fold effect.  It would shield you from prying eyes (though Spago was good with dealing with high-profile clientele), they were comfortable, and they allowed for you both to get handsy under the table if the opportunity presented itself.

When you’d arrived with Pepper the two of you practically sat opposite each other.  Or as opposite as you could.  As you talked and through your shared antipasto started and sipped your wine, you began to relax and move closer to each other.  During your mains of field mushroom risotto and pan-seared scallops and main lobster, you drank champagne as you sat within hands reach of each other towards the middle of the chair.  And now, as you shared a chocolate souffle and sipped on cocktails, your thighs were touching and you wanted to kiss her and take her home with every fiber of your being.

“How he hasn’t gotten someone pregnant because they sabotaged their birth control, I’ll never know,” you laughed.

“You’ve got me,” she said.  “I always assumed he just double wrapped it.”

“No,” you said.  “But he doesn’t let it leave his sight either.”

The waitress came and placed the folder containing the receipt for the meal and Tony’s credit card on the table.  Pepper quickly signed the credit card receipt and added in a generous tip before tucking the card back into her purse.  She turned back to you and picked up her glass.

“Can I ask you a question?” Pepper asked, her nails tapping on the rim of her Garden of Eden cocktail. It was a French manicure, but her nails were cut short, so there were barely any of the white lines that coated the free edge.  “Is he any good?”

“At sex?” you asked.

“No,” she teased.  “At macrame.  Yes, at sex.”

You laughed.  “I mean, I’m good at sex.  So it’s hard to say for sure.”  She laughed at your playful teasing and moved a little closer.  “But yes.  He’s annoyingly good at it.  Like you think; no way, he’s got no reason to be.  He’s just this rich white dude.  He’s got everything going for him when it comes to easily getting laid, why bother trying?  But it’s like he has to be the best at everything he does.  You know, how he is?”

She nodded.  “Oh, I know.  That’s really unfair.”

“Right?” you laughed.

She stared off wistfully for a moment and you were struck by how beautiful she was.  It was clear why this intelligent, funny, sharp, beautiful woman was one Tony had hired.  You just weren’t sure how he could possibly have her working for him and not fall in love.

You brushed your fingers on her thigh.  It wasn’t intentional.  She was pressed against you anyway and moving your hand at all ran the risk of doing it.  She looked down at your hand and back up at you.  You licked your lips and leaned in a little closer to her.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Are you,” she asked as she touched the back of her fingers to the back of yours.

Your fingers tangled with hers.  “No,” you whispered and leaned in and kissed her.

She returned the kiss with a hunger that only served to ignite yours more.  You pulled back breathlessly, your hand on her neck, keeping her close to you.  “Come home with me,” you breathed.

“Aren’t you and Tony…?”

“No,” you said, quickly.  “I do with Tony, but we aren’t…”

She pulled away from you and picked up her handbag.  She held out her hand to you. “Let’s go.”

While you waited for your driver to take you home, Paparazzi that were waiting across the street for the regular celebrity sightings at Spago, snapped pictures of you both.  You didn’t care.  You weren’t kissing in the street and even if you were, the tabloids loved the term gal pals.

You slid into the back of the car with her and as soon as you’d pulled away from prying cameras the two of you were kissing again.  You ran your hand up the inside of her thigh and under the hem of her skirt and her hand went up under your shirt.

By the time your driver pulled up to your Beverly Hills’ home, you were breathless and your lips were puffy from kissing and your panties were soaked through.

You dismissed the driver and dragged Pepper inside.  You had expected her to follow your lead and let you take control.  You had expected that she would submit to you in the way so many other lovers had in the past, too starstruck and intimidated by your sexuality that they just tried to keep up.

So when you closed the door and she shoved you up against the wall, kissing you with bruising passion, you moaned as your body reacted in a mixture of shock and passion.

She pushed her knees between your legs and your ground down on her thigh as you fumbled to unbutton her blouse.  She pulled back, tugging on your bottom lips with her teeth and kisses along your jaw.  “Bedroom?” she whispered.

You grabbed the lapels of her jacket and dragged her down to the bedroom, kissing her the whole way.  The two of you dropped your handbags and kicked off your shoes as you moved down the hall.  When you reached the bedroom you both hurriedly undressed, tossing the pieces of fabric aside with no regard for them as you continued to kiss each other.

When you were both naked, she pushed you back onto your bed and climbed up onto you.  “Part of me wishes we’d taken our time to get to this,” she says, as she kisses her way up your stomach.  “There are so many things I would like to do to you.  I’d use toys on you.  Tie you down. Put on a strap-on and fuck you until you saw stars.”  She pulled your nipple into your mouth and you cried out and buck up out of a sheer need for more.  She pulled back, her teeth grazing over the sensitive peak and she positioned herself so that your legs were locked together and her slick vulva was aligned with yours.  “But we make do.”

She began to grind down on you and you pushed back, matching her rhythm as your sexes moved together.  A hot prickle built in your cunt and slowly seemed to spread out.  Pepper’s hands ran over you and everywhere they touched seemed to crackle like a live wire, intensifying that prickle and dragging it through you more until it consumed you.

You gripped her hip in one hand and one breast in the other, pinching and tugging on her pale pink nipple.

As good as it felt, and as much as it pulled your orgasm forward, it’s not enough to make it break, and Pepper shifted, pinning you down so your bodies were aligned.  She kissed you again, her tongue teasing your lips apart and dancing with yours, and as she did, she plunged two fingers into your cunt.

You gasped into the kiss and mimicked her, sinking two digits into the heat of her cunt.  Your thumb ran over her clit, pushing back the hood and circling over the little bud, as you pushed your fingers deep into her and curled them, seeking out the soft spot inside her.

Together the two of you worked each other’s pussies, as you rolled your hips and pushed your breasts against each other.  Sweat beaded on your skin and your head began to feel light from a mixture of lack of oxygen and the pleasure that was spiraling out through you.  When you found that sweet spot inside her you began to stroke it hard, pressing and dragging your fingers over it again and again until she was moaning and trembling above you.  Her fingers found that same spot in you and she did the same.  You were mirrors to each other - giving and taking until the room was filled with desperate moans and the smell of sex.

Your orgasm built and then broke and you cried out, jerking hard against her, your body quaking with it.  As your hand shook but you tried to keep the focus on her, despite the way your body betrayed you, she came a moment later, her cunt clenching down around your digits as she threw her head back and moaned loudly.

The two of you fell into a heap, breathless and sated, and you curled up against her and tangled your body with hers.  “That was amazing,” you breathed.

She smiled and kissed you tenderly.  “It was,” she agreed.  “I’m so glad you asked me out.”

You smiled and nuzzled at her neck.  “I have never been so happy that Tony broke his plans with me.”

She laughed.  “It was fortuitous.  I hope it happens again soon.”

// NEXT

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This is Hell

Chapter 19: Season 3 Episode 3

Warnings: Death, may make you cry

Words: 2434

A group of people were working together to bring in the cars. They got the bus out of the way. Rick could tell there was an obvious amount of tension between Daryl and Harper at the moment. Anyone could tell, honestly.

“Where’s Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help out here.” Harper walks next to Carol.

“The watchtower I think.” Daryl points to one of the towers.

“Weren’t they up there last night?” Rick asks.

“Glenn! Maggie!” Daryl shouts up to them and places his hands on his hips. Glenn stumbles out, shirtless. Harper looks at Carol and both of them share a laugh. “Ya coming?”

“Huh!?” Glenn looks down confused.

“Are you coming!?” Harper calls up with a laugh.

“We could use a hand!” Daryl chuckles.

“We’ll be right down!” Glenn nods. The group laughs together as they walk back to the cars.

“Well, we know why they are up there.” Harper giggles.

“Don’t blame them. I would find a way too.” Carol shrugs.

“Carol!” Harper snorts. Carol shrugs as she turns to the brunette girl.

“What? Getting laid is hard nowadays.”

“Especially by someone good.” Harper nods.

“Excuse me?” Daryl scoffs.

“I didn’t mean you.” Harper puts her hands up. “I just meant in general. Believe it or not there are more guys out there who don’t know what they are doing. And it’s the women's luck that most of them will be the ones to survive.”

“Uh-huh?” Daryl crosses my arms.

“If it was bad I wouldn’t have kept doing it.” She huffs before rolling her eyes. She was still hurt from yesterday.

“Would you two cut it out? I am tired of asking that of you.” Rick groans.

“Hey, Rick.” T-Dog calls, looking up at the courtyard. They all look up, seeing the two prisoners, who were left, walking out and up to the fences. Harper stays with Carol by the cars.

“Things still rough with you and Daryl?” Carol asks.

“I take a step and he takes two back. It’s like we are in a really bad tango that we can’t leave.” Harper sighs as she watches them talk to the prisoners.

“It’ll get better.” Carol assures.

“I don’t know. I have been telling myself that for a year now.” Harper shakes her head.

“He’s a ‘rough around the edges’ type of guy. You just need to soften him out.”

“Trust me, I have been trying. He’s tough to crack. I think I make progress and then he clams back up. Telling me he isn’t my boyfriend and he isn’t Alexis's dad. I know that it is true but he can be so mean about it.” Harper runs a hand through her hair.

“Ed was an awful guy. I knew he was for a long time. I can tell that Daryl isn’t a bad guy. And I can tell you that he cares. About you. About Lexi. He just needs time. And possibly a lot of it. But he’ll come around.” Carol offers a gentle smile.

“I hope you’re right.” Harper stares at the back of Daryl’s head.

Rick decided to have the two prisoners locked up behind one of the gates until they decided what to do with them. T-Dog explained what happened to the two girls. They talk about what should be done about the two guys while Harper is stuck in her mind thinking about what she and Carol talked about.

“Harper, what do you think?” Rick’s question pulls her attention back.

“Hmm?” She hums as if she was asking.

“What do you think should be done about them?” Rick repeats. Harper opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, she shrugs as she bites the inside of her cheek.

“I don’t want to be a part of that big decision making anymore. Last time-”

“Do you see the world now? Big decisions are part of it. Like it or not you have to suck it up.” Rick interrupts her.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” Harper shakes her head. “I know about big decisions. I took in a little girl while I was still grieving my daughter. I stepped up as this girl's mother even when I didn’t have to. I have had to make so many decisions for her just to make sure she is as happy and healthy as I can keep her. Every day is a damn big decision for me. Should I stay or should I off myself? That question is constantly ringing in my head. And I made the decision to stay for that girl, for Lori, for Carl.” She gets in Rick’s face.

“You need to get over it. It’s been over a year.” Rick huffs.

“Get over it!? Watch Lori and Carl die then tell me again to get over it!” Harper shouts.

“You have more than yourself to think of now, Harper.”

“God, you are such an ass. You know, I see how you act toward Lori lately. She is trying so hard to be there with you and fix things with you. But you just don’t care. You still have your wife. Be happy you do. Some people don’t get to hold onto that forever.” Harper growls.

“Are you on your period or something? What’s got you so moody lately?” Rick asks. Harper scoffs and shakes her head before just turning and walking away before it gets anymore heated. She heads back inside grumbling to herself. She loved Rick but they always butted heads like siblings do. He may not be blood related but he was her brother for sure. She walks in the cell block and into the cell that Hershel and the others were in.

“You are okay?” Lori questions.

“Your husband is a dick.” Harper spats as she sits down.

“What did he do?” Harper just shakes her head.

***

Hershel was finally up on his crutches. Lori and Beth lead him out as Carl follows behind. Harper and Alexis were sitting on the steps as they saw him up and moving. A smile spreads across Harper's face at the sight. The two girls get up and follow them out into the courtyard. Harper looks at Lori, both sharing matching smiles. They walk out toward the fences and they stop as Hershel does. He looks around with a smile, Beth standing next to him. Alexis even had a smile from seeing Hershel better. Harper wraps an arm around Lori’s shoulders.

“I think we’re gonna be alright.” She assures.

“Me too.” Lori nods as she looks away from Rick, who was on the other side of the field, behind the gates. Growling is heard behind the group and Carl turns around.

“Walkers!” He exclaims, pulling his gun out. Beth begins helping Hershel to one of the fenced areas, with the help of Alexis. They led him in, shutting the wired door as they stood on the stairs.

“Lori!” Maggie calls, by the door that leads to their cell block. Harper ushers Lori and Carl in, following behind, Maggie shutting the fenced door as they all head inside.

“Come on! Come on!” Daryl shouts at Rick as he works to unlock the fence. Once it is open Rick, Daryl and Glenn run toward the courtyard.

Maggie walks down to their cell block, leading the others but is blocked by walkers walking out. She pulls Lori away and down the halls, Harper pushing Carl after them, shutting the barred door before they rush down the halls.

Rick, Daryl and Glenn run in the courtyard, killing the walkers.

“What happened?” Rick looks at Beth.

“The gate was open.” She explains.

“Where is Lori, Carl, Harper, everyone else?”

“Maggie led Lori, Carl and Harper into C block.” Hershel points to the cell block.

“T was bit.” Beth informs.

“Anyone else?” Rick asks.

“Not from what I saw.” Beth shakes her head. Daryl walks up to the fencing they were behind, looking at Alexis.

“Are you alright?” He tries to look her over from the other side of the fence.

“I’m fine. You need to find mom.” Alexis begs.

Every corner the girls and Carl turned there seemed to be walkers. Lori suddenly stops and places her hand on the wall, grunting in pain. Harper is quick to her sister's side.

“Something’s wrong.” Lori exhales. “I think the baby’s coming.” Harper acts fast, slinging Lori’s arm over her shoulder and helping lead her safely through the halls. A siren begins going off and more walkers begin coming in from every direction.

“In here.” Carl opens a door and they head inside. Lori lets go of Harper and grips onto a chain, hanging from the ceiling. Carl surveys the area, making sure it's clear.

“What are those alarms?” Lori gasps.

“Don’t worry about them.” Maggie tries to calm her. “Lori, you need to lie down.”

“No, this baby’s coming.” Lori shakes her head.

“We need to get back to the cell block, have Hershel help.” Carl panics.

“No, there are too many walkers out there right now. She needs to have the baby here.” Harper bites her lip. Harper knew Lori’s complications when she had Carl. It made her worry all the more. Lori gasps heavily, as she grips a railing near her.

“Is she okay? Can she not breathe?” Carl questions.

“She’s fine.” Harper reassures.

“We need to get your pants off.” Maggie informs Lori, helping her get them undone and pulling them down as Harper helps lie her on the floor. Maggie gets her pants off, setting them aside. “I’m gonna see if you’re dilated.”

“Okay.” Lori breathes out.

“Do you know how?” Carl asks.

“My dad taught me, but it’s my first time.” Maggie examines but shakes her head. “I can’t tell.”

“I’ve got to push.” Lori announces. Harper and Maggie help Lori stand so gravity can work with her while trying to get the baby out. She grips onto the railing and grunts, baring her teeth as she begins to push. Harper holds her hand out and Lori uses one of her hands to grip onto it. Lori stops pushing and breathes heavily.

“You’re doing great, Lori.” Harper encourages. Lori lets out a yelp as she pushes again, Maggie rubbing her back. Lori pushes again, squeezing tighter on Harper’s hand.

“Lori, stop. Something is wrong.” Maggie holds her hand up, blood covering it. Both girls are quick to lay Lori back on the ground.

“She’ll need a c-section.” Harper looks up at Maggie.

“We need to get her back to my dad.” Maggie shakes her head.

“No… I won’t make it.” Lori stops her. Tears formed in Harper’s eyes, knowing well what was to come. “I won’t lose my baby. You need to get it out now.”

“No. I won’t.” Maggie mutters.

“You have to.” Harper mumbles as she moves hair from Lori’s forehead and cups her face, attempting to hold back her cries.

“I have no anesthetic, no equipment-”

“Carl has a knife.” Lori cuts Maggie off.

“You won’t survive.”

“My baby has to survive. Please.” Lori begs. Harper can’t control the sob she lets out. She knew that this was what was going to happen, but hearing out loud that she’s losing her sister, killed her. Maggie takes Carl’s knife. “Cut along my old c-section scar.”

“I can’t.” Maggie cries.

“You can.” Lori nods. Carl was down next to his mother, holding her hand. “Carl? I don’t want you to be scared, baby. This is what’s right. You take care of your daddy for me. And your brother or sister.” Lori looks at Carl.

“You don’t have to do this.” He cries.

“You are gonna be fine. You are gonna beat this world. I know you will. You are smart, and strong, and brave, and I love you.” They both cry as Carl hugs her.

“I love you too.” Carl whispers. He pulls back and Lori wipes his tears.

“You are my sweet boy. I believe in you.” Lori smiles as tears leave her eyes. Harper covers her mouth to cover up her cries as she watches. Lori turns to her.

“I am sorry I wasn’t a better sister.” Lori starts.

“Don’t do that.” Harper shakes her head. “You were the best sister. I wouldn’t want anyone else as my sister.”

“You have so much still going for you, Harper. Daryl cares about you and that little girl needs you. You have come so far. I am so proud of you.” Lori holds her little sister's hand. “And I love you and know you will get even farther. Just keep fighting. Take care of Carl and the baby.”

“I love you. I love you so much.” Harper weeps as she kisses the back of Lori’s hand.

“You’ll be okay.” Lori reassures before looking at Maggie, giving a nod.

“I’m sorry…” Maggie whispers before lifting her shirt and cutting across the scar. Lori lets out a scream that echos in Harper’s ears, tears falling from her eyes to her hands.

“You’re killing her, stop!” Carl screams at Maggie. Lori falls limp and Harper stares at her, tears blurring her vision.

“Harper, help me.” Maggie calls but Harper just stares at her sister's limp body. Maggie looks at Carl. “Give me your hands.” Carl helps hold Lori’s stomach open as Maggie cuts to get the baby out. “I see it.” She reaches in, trying to get a hold of the baby. Harper was in a trance. She could barely look away from Lori’s pale face.

“I got the baby.” Maggie says as she finally pulls the baby out of Lori’s stomach. There was silence as Maggie cradles the baby. She pats her chest before laying its chest against her arm and patting her back. There is a small cough and then cries fill the room. Carl pulls off his flannel and hands it to Maggie to wrap the baby with. Maggie cuts the umbilical cord before wrapping her up.

“We need to go.” Maggie stands. Harper just stay’s put, not hearing anything. Maggie reaches down and grabs Harper’s arm, pulling her back to reality. She looks up seeing the baby in Maggie's arms.

“We can’t just leave her.” Carl interjects. “She’ll turn.” Harper pulls out her knife. “No. I want to do it. She was my mom.” Harper nods and Maggie pulls her up. Harper keeps her eyes on Lori as Maggie pulls her away, until she can't see her anymore. They approach the door and Maggie stops. A gunshot causes Harper to jump and let out a whimper. Carl walks by the girls, straight faced as Harper’s lip quivers watching after him.

Chapter 20~

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some sort of miracle ~ geralt of rivia;the witcher

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description: in which something that they think is impossible comes true, and both the former princess and geralt have a big decision to make

pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader

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The following months were the best of (Y/N)’s life. There was never a dull moment with Geralt and Jaskier. Almost every day they encounter a new monster, or some type of creature. Even during long days of travel, (Y/N) was entertained by Geralt and Jaskier’s constant banter.

During the nights when they would set up camp, (Y/N) and Geralt would enjoy each other’s company. Some nights they’d stay up, sharing stories and talking for hours until one would fall asleep/ Some nights they’d make love until they were sore and tired.

(Y/N) could tell Geralt was holding back from her. The times they’d be up talking, she could feel things becoming more than just casual sex, but Geralt would pull away again. She’d often wake up alone as Geralt would have already be awake and preparing to leave.

This morning was no exception. (Y/N) rolled over, groaning in pain upon feeling the stiffness in her back from sleeping on the ground the past few nights. She was alone, as she expected, and she could hear Geralt outside talking to Jaskier.

“All I’m saying is we should find another inn to stay at,” Jaskier was saying when (Y/N) came out of the tent. “Sleeping on the ground is messing up my back.”

“We don’t know how far the next town is,” Geralt pointed out. “We could be travelling for a day or more before we find a place to stay.”

“I’m willing to travel for a full day straight if it means sleeping in a real bed tonight.” Jaskier noticed (Y/N) and addressed her,” You tell him, (Y/N). He’ll listen to you.”

“If we were to travel for a day straight, all you would do is complain, Jaskier,” (Y/N) told him. “You’ll have to suck it up until we get somewhere, no matter how long that takes.”

Geralt chuckled and (Y/N) looked proud of herself as Jaskier gasped in shock. They continued to bicker as (Y/N) started taking down Geralt’s tent so they could start their journey. She suddenly felt a strange feeling in her stomach, a nauseated feeling. She figured it was probably from sleeping on the ground, maybe the pain was finally starting to effect her body.

Suddenly, she turned away from the tent and threw up. Geralt was by her side in a second, holding back her hair and asking her if she was alright. Jaskier watched from a safe distance, also concerned for her.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, shrugging Geralt off. “It must’ve just been something I ate.”

“We all ate the same thing and Geralt and I are fine,” Jaskier pointed out.

“Maybe I have a weaker stomach.”

“Oh, we all know that isn’t true.”

(Y/N) glared up at Jaskier, threatening him in her mind in hopes he’d shut up. A sudden realization crossed his face then, causing (Y/N) to start panicking.

“When was the last time you bled, (Y/N)?” he asked.

“Don’t be stupid, Jaskier,” Geralt told him. “There’s no way she could be pregnant, Witchers are sterile.”

(Y/N) couldn’t meet Geralt’s eye. The truth was, she hadn’t bled in nearly two months. She hadn’t noticed at first, but as she neared her second month without it she noticed. She had chosen to ignore it, thinking maybe she was just sick. Like Geralt said, Witchers were sterile. There was no way she was pregnant.

At least, she didn't think she could be pregnant. Now, she wasn’t so sure.

Geralt noticed her face and he felt the feeling of panic starting to wash over him as well. “That’s impossible. Have you - ”

“You’re the only person I’ve been with since all of this started, Geralt,” (Y/N) told him. “Unless Jaskier does things while I sleep, which we both know he wouldn’t, the only person who could possible be the father is you.”

The reality of the situation hit Geralt all at once. Suddenly, he was grabbing hold of (Y/N)’s arm and roughly pulling her to a stand. (Y/N) yelped in pain but Geralt kept pulling her until they got to Roach.

“What’s happening?” Jaskier asked, confused by the situation.

“I’m taking her to the nearest town,” Geralt told him as he hoisted (Y/N) up onto Roach. “I’m finding their Mage and I’m seeing if this is even possible.”

“What about me?!” Jaskier snapped.

“Stay put, we’ll come back.”

(Y/N) barley had time to prepare herself before he took off.

A million thoughts were running through her head. There was no possible way she could be pregnant. It just wasn’t possible. Witchers were made sterile as not to accidentally create baby Witchers. (Y/N) wasn’t even sure how a baby Witcher would work, since they lived forever. Would the child stay a baby forever? Would they grow then stop aging?

What would happen to (Y/N) if she was pregnant? Would she be able to carry the child and give birth, and survive? Would she have to watch her child and their father stay the same while she grew old and died?

(Y/N) had never thought much about having children. She knew it was expected of her, especially when it became evident that she was about to become the queen - she was to marry a noble man, to produce an heir to the kingdom. It was her duty as a queen, but it didn’t mean she wanted to have kids.

But this was different. This wasn’t “her duty” to give Geralt a child. If she really was pregnant, it was because she and Geralt truly cared for one another. It was a child produced through mutual admiration, not because it had to happen.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but put a hand on her stomach, imagining the child that could possibly be inside of her.

The ride didn’t take too long. Before they knew it, they were arriving into a small village. Geralt immediately rode up to the nearest villager, nearly scaring the elderly woman to death.

“I need to know where to find a Mage in this town,” he told her. “Or the nearest Mage in general.”

“We have one, just a short ride away,” the woman told him. “Bright orange building, you’ll know it when you see it. You’ll feel the magic.”

Geralt took off again without even thanking her.

She was right. (Y/N) could feel the magic coming from the building before she saw it. It was a bright orange building, it stuck out like a sore thumb among most of the rundown looking homes surrounding it. The Mage was really making sure she’d be found by anyone who was looking for her.

Geralt dismounted from Roach first before trying to pull (Y/N) down after him. She yanked away from him, starting to feel frustrated with the way he was acting.

“I’ll get down myself,” she muttered, dismounting Roach and landing in front of Geralt. He grunted in response and lead her towards the Mage’s building.

She was a young woman, which made sense a Mages, much like Witchers, didn’t age. She was sat at a table that was littered with bottles of potions and what looked like spell books.

(Y/N) had never encountered a Mage before, but this one made her nervous. She could feel the Mage’s power.

The Mage looked up between the two, raising an eyebrow. “A former princess and a Witcher enter a Mage’s shop. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”

“We need your help,” Geralt told her. “We believe she’s pregnant, and if she is we need to know how that could be possible.”

The Mage gave (Y/N) a skeptical look. “Are you sure you're the only man she’s slept with, Witcher?”

“How dare you!” (Y/N) snapped, trying to advance at the Mage, but Geralt stopped her. “I’ll have you know I have been faithful to Geralt since I first met him. I have slept with only him!”

The Mage put her hands up in surrender. “Just a question. I’ve dealt with many a couple coming in claiming it was impossible for the woman to be pregnant, only to learn the woman was not faithful to her husband.”

The Mage stood and approached (Y/N). She was hesitant at first, but (Y/N) allowed herself to be led towards the table. The Mage cleared it and helped (Y/N) to lay on it.

Geralt watched as the Mage touched (Y/N)’s stomach first, feeling the tenderness of it, before moving to her breasts, feeling those as well. His face gave away nothing, but inside he was so afraid of what the results could be. Much like (Y/N), Geralt wasn’t sure what the outcome of this could be like. He wasn’t sure if the child would be normal like (Y/N) or a Witcher like him. Would he have to watch it grow old and pass or would the child never age like him? What would being pregnant with a Witcher child do to (Y/N)? Would she survive the pregnancy?

The Mage lit some candles and hovered her hands over (Y/N)’s stomach. She began speaking in Elder, stopping every now and then as if she were listening to a response. Listening to her speak was starting to lull (Y/N) to sleep, but she wasn’t sure if that was meant to be part of the spell.

The Mage finished and looked at Geralt. “It’s a miracle, Witcher, you have reproduced.”

(Y/N) looked at Geralt. His eyes were widened in shock. (Y/N) could feel anxiousness coming from him. She was starting to feel it herself.

“You needn’t worry about your maiden,” the Mage continued. “She will make it through the pregnancy unscathed, and once she gives birth to the child she will be immortal just like you. The child, too, will be immortal. It’s up to you if you wish to train it as a Witcher or not.”

She looked at Geralt expectantly. He pulled a bag of silver from his pocket and gave it to her, thanking her for her services and helping (Y/N) off the table.

The ride back to find Jaskier was silent and slower. Geralt needed time to process the news before he had to face the Bard, (Y/N) as well.

“What are we to do now?” she asked after the prolonged silence started to make her feel uncomfortable.

“You carry the child to term, and you give birth,” Geralt responded, unable to turn to look at her. He could barley look her in the eye. Of course, this wasn’t (Y/N)’s fault, neither of them thought Geralt could reproduce. He had no idea whow this happened, or why it happened. It was just happening.

“But do you want to keep it?” (Y/N) asked. “If you don’t want either of us, I can leave by daybreak tomorrow. I can raise this child on my own, we’ll never cross paths again.”

Geralt pulled on Roach’s reigns, stopping the horse suddenly. He got off again so he could face (Y/N).

“I don’t know what to tell you, (Y/N),” he admitted. “Truly, I know that I am not fit to be a father, but I would not be able to go about my days knowing that you and our child would be out there. That I might come across him or her and not even know, that if it should be a male that I could fight and kill him by accident and not realize.”

(Y/N) slid off of Roach as well, coming to face Geralt. “You say you are not fit to be a father, but I think that’s what others have told you. You are a kind man, Geralt, whether you realize it or not. And you are so protective. You would be a fantastic father.”

“The life of a Witcher is no life for children,” Geralt cut her off. “That’s why we are sterile. Bringing a child into this life would be a death sentence for them. That child would not survive out here as we have.”

“Then I will find a safe shelter to raise the child,” she insisted. “Geralt, there’s something more. I can tell. You’ve been so reserved ever since we started sleeping together. You’re constantly pulling away from me. Why?”

Geralt sighed, turning away from her and running a hand through his hair. “You’re just a mortal. If I get too attached to you, it’ll hurt so much more when I have to watch you grow old and die. I was trying to hold you at an arm’s distance so that wouldn’t happen, but you kept making your way in little by little. Now I have become attached, even more so with this child, and I’m afraid of how dangerous that will be.”

(Y/N) chuckled in disbelief. “Geralt, that might have been true before but the Mage said it herself, I will be immortal now. I’ll live forever, I’ll be able to raise this child and to fight monsters alongside you for eternity. I know you don’t think this is a life for a child, but imagine how happy that child will be when they begin to get older. When he or she can pick up their father’s sword and cut the head off of a monster. Imagine how proud you would feel. You may not like it now, but when this child comes you’ll be so excited Geralt, I’m sure of it.”

He turned to look at her then, a look of uncertainty on his face. “But what if I’m not a good father?”

(Y/N) smiled. “I know you will be.”

When they kissed then, it was more than the usual lustful kiss. There was true passion behind it, actual love that they had for one another. For the first time, the Witcher decided to let himself open up. He ignored the worries of being hurt, of losing (Y/N). He let himself fall in love with her, he let himself become excited to have a son or daughter of his own. A little family that would remain immortal, like him.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss first, her face glowing from the bright smile she had. “We should get back to Jaskier. All he’s going to do is complain, and then he’ll bug us about the baby when we tell him.”

Geralt grunted in slight annoyance, but smiled at her, kissing her again before helping her back up onto Roach.

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this ad made me think of... someone

*cough* Sidney Crosby *cough*

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Characters: Marc-Andre Fleury, Kris Letang, Mario Lemieux Additional Tags: Werewolves, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, (sort of), Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Forbidden Love, (kind of), Not Hockey Players (Hockey RPF) Summary:

As he drained the last of his beer, the bartender winked at him and placed another in front of him. “Courtesy of tall, dark, and handsome over there,” and she nodded to the far end of the bar. Sid followed her gaze and caught the eye of a man who was watching him—tall, and maybe handsome, with dark hair and eyes but arrestingly pale skin and a confident, appealing look to him. Sid raised the beer at him in a silent toast, holding eye contact, and sipped it deliberately.

It didn’t take long after that for the man to make his way over to Sid, and he introduced himself simply as “G” with a lingering handshake that made Sid swallow hard. He wet his lips and watched G track the movement and move in closer, eyes darkening.

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Transcription of Akilah Hughes’ tweets from 22 January 2021:

I just think white progressives should value people of color’s joy. DREAMers and activists are exhaling for the first time in years. Families from Muslim ban countries are elated to reunite, but the most privileged white progressives are yelling over that to say why it’s bad.

We all know it could be better. It could be more fair, but the point is to celebrate and champion progress. There is just a blindness to the privilege of not being affected by any of these massive executive actions and it’s embarrassing. 

You should be ashamed to say nothing is different now to a person who thought they might get deported in the middle of a pandemic if they went to a hospital just one week ago. Use your privilege to lift people up, not to dictate how any of us should feel.

We ALL know things could be better. That will always be the case. It’s not settling to appreciate any forward movement at all. What you see as your deeper moral conviction is appearing to be a disaffected condescension. People who are happy had the most at stake.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#4

Please excuse me while I drown my sorrows about buzz feed unsolved by bringing it to my blog in the form of extremely old text posts/memes

0 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 00:52:34 GMT

#3

There are some people I follow on this app who’s posts have turned into things I’m not interested in, but I like the blogger so much I still follow them.

0 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 02:55:04 GMT

#2

So I got in a car accident two weeks ago and I have to have physical therapy (and massage therapy, thank god) and first the amount of pain I’m in is unreal. And second, IMAGINE GETTING TO WEAR SWEATPANTS TO YOUR JOB. I’d love it so much

0 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 01:02:47 GMT

#1

I cannot say this any kinder; Jiang Yanli was a top and a Domme and Jin Jixuan is.. not.

14 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 03:59:38 GMT

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Sakuyui Taisou Dance Trend: Pata-nee version vs. Leos version

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Seraph's 3D Violin-Piano Duet With Genzuki

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