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ellecdc · 2 months ago

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request for a fic where reader is absolutely spoiled by her boys? (can be absolutely any pairing you like poly!marauders x reader, wolfstar, poly!moonwater x reader, Bartylus x reader…..literally anything)

the boys love to spoil her with gifts, breakfast in bed, shopping trips, outings etc, (not necessarily expensive, just doting), even if one of the boys is less inclined they're along for the ride, and perhaps somewhat exasperated by all the antics

…can you tell my love language is gift giving and receiving?

feel free to add more plot because the prompt is quite broad? but do whatever you want my love!

I trust you with my life <3

*tip-toes in* hiii there *side steps through the door* hellooo.... *awkwardly places this fic in front of you from your request back in March* thanks so much for your request (and patienceeee) - no but in all reality, I knew from the second I got this request that it had to be these two - I hope I did it justice!! xx

poly!rosekiller x fem!reader who they love to spoil [743 words]

CW: extravagant & expensive gift giving as a love language, reader tries to be mad at them about it (she fails, though)

“Not so fast!” You said instead of hello, fighting the snicker that threatened to undermine your severity as you watched Barty and Evan stop in their tracks like they’d been frozen on the spot. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The two boys shared a sideways glance before Evan slowly relaxed his stance. “Well-”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Treasure.” Barty interrupted swiftly, giving off an air of faux nonchalance as he placed the shopping bags he had in his hands on the side of the bed and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “What are we doing for dinner tonight? What are we doing about climate change? What are we doing with our lives? It’s too broad a question.”

“Barty.” You scolded him.

“Y/N.” He replied.

“Evan.” You tried instead.

“Yes, sugar?” He responded salaciously.

You closed your eyes and heaved a breath; they made it so difficult to be mad at them. “What did you two buy?”

Evan’s face spread into a cheshire cat smile. “Funny you should ask, darling.” And with a flourish, he and Barty unceremoniously dumped the bags out onto the bed leaving it covered in a menagerie of clothes, bags, perfumes, and what appeared to be boxes of jewellery.

“But why?” You beseeched anxiously instead of saying thank you; feeling your face flush at the very loud and very expensive expression of appreciation now littering your bed.

“Uhm, because we love you?” Barty answered as if that was somehow a trick question and he couldn’t believe it was actually that easy to answer.

“This is too much.” You responded.

“Says who?” Evan queried.

“Me.”

Barty snorted. “How’s it feel to be wrong, then?”

“Barty.”

“I don’t understand what the problem is!” He continued, raising his hands helplessly. “We have a lot of money, we have great taste, and we have you; ergo…” He said, finishing his statement by gesturing vaguely at the pile of gifts they’d purchased.

“Great taste indeed.” Evan agreed as he held a dress up against you. “This colour looks great on you.”

“Ev, there is hardly any fabric on this dress.” You argued, causing his face to pinch in thought.

“Hm, you’re right. Okay, we can return that one if you don’t like it.” He said before shoving the dress back into one of the various bags.

You let your eyes trace the rest of the garments littering your bed wondering if you might be able to convince them to return the rest of it too.

“No, we cannot return it all. Don’t be rude, babydoll.” Evan reprimanded, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and chidingly patting you on the arse.

“Do you like this one, Tres? I picked it because I thought it’d bring out your eyes.” Barty asked then, holding up an outfit with no shortage of excitement in his eyes that finally forced a smile from you.

“It’s very nice, Bee; thank you.” You relented, running your fingers along the fabric up to the price tag, only to have it yanked from your grasp before you could see how much it cost.

“Perfect.” He said quickly, pulling the tag from the garment and shoving it into his pocket. “You can wear this one tonight; we have reservations at the new restaurant downtown at 8:30!”

Silence returned to the room once they both left and you let out a slow breath, shaking your head in fondness as you looked at the many gifts they’d splurged on for you.

There wasn’t even any reason, which always somehow made it feel that much more special; they didn’t go out shopping because it was your birthday or a holiday; they simply went shopping because they were thinking of you, saw things you might like, and bought it just because they could.

You were a lucky girl, and you’d go so far as to call yourself spoiled, which you were sure was exactly what Evan and Barty wanted you to be even if you made it quite difficult to do so.

“Oh, and if you do wear that outfit Barty picked out tonight,” Evan added, sticking his head in the doorway, “there’s a matching Hermés bag to go with it, too.”

He didn’t even have a chance to see your mouth open in shock or hear your horrified “Evan!” before he was shutting the door behind him and taking off down the hall.

Spoiled indeed.

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emmyspov · 25 days ago

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A Lifetime (Gil-Galad x reader)

Summary: It seemed like it was forgotten in the lore that there were not only Elrond and Elros, but also a third sibling: you. Before Elrond became the High King’s Herald, you had already chosen your fate. Like your younger brother, you would live as an elf, serving the High King and getting a bit closer with him than imagined. Set in the time of the second season of Rings of Power.

author’s note: it’s been a looong time since i actually wrote something, so excuse this crusty-rusty excuse of work, but i just had to write something before i start my job tomorrow, especially after seeing the interview in which benjamin walker stated that he wants Gil-Galad to be kissed! i used “meldanya” for my beloved in the story - and tried my best to keep it gender-neutral :)

warnings: mentions of war and terrible times and kissing? that should be it, if not, let me know <3

word count: 743

edit is mine, all pics are from pinterest :)

You bowed as you entered Gil-Galad’s chambers: “How may I assist you today, High King?”

Ever since Elrond had been appointed Commander to lead an army to Eregion, you had found yourself almost constantly in the king’s presence, helping him not only with his speeches and council planning, but also your regular tasks. You, personally, were responsible for his well-being, ensuring he ate and drank regularly, selecting his garments for each day, and – over time – also keeping him informed on Lindon’s gossip. It led to you two being… closer with each other than expected. Which in return made the king ask for your presence in the evenings as well.

He never told you, but with the growing shadow over Middle Earth, you were the only one who could put his mind at ease. Especially when you brushed his hair – you were far gentler than any of his maids – and made him smile like no one else could.

He shook his head at your bow. How many times had he told you that you had long surpassed such formalities? With a sigh, he finally spoke, “I’ve made the decision to ride to Eregion.”

Your head shot up. “High King-“

He interrupted you, dark eyes staring into your own. “A king’s place is wherever the need is greatest.”

“You are needed here. What am I supposed to do if something happens to you?”

Yes, one could say you were worried about High King Gil-Galad, but not for the reason others might assume. Sure, he was the King of all Elves in Middle Earth, but now seemed to be the moment to admit to yourself that he had also become the king of your heart.

He smiled sadly. “Let us not part with such dark thoughts in our minds. Please, help me gather my armor and whatever else I might need for this journey.”

What was needed on a journey like the one he was about to embark on? A journey he might never return from. No. No, you couldn’t think like this. So, you did what he asked. You helped him gather his clothes and armor which made him look even more majestic and beautiful, made your way to the stables to check on his horse and even sneaked into the kitchens to provide him with his favorite treat.

The whole time, your mind was racing. Could you tell him how you felt? What exactly were you feeling? All you knew was that you were happiest when you were with him. He challenged you mentally and, at the same time, brought you a sense of peace. You longed for him whenever he was away. Yes, you were infatuated with the High King Gil-Galad.

Which made your parting even harder. You knew that you couldn’t burden him with your feelings – not now, when everything seemed to be on the brink of darkness once more. You watched him as he spoke with his soldiers before he made his way over to you.

“It is time”, he said, taking your hand. “I truly wish you could accompany me on this ride, but I’d rather know you are safe here. Will you wait for my return?”

You couldn’t help your smile. “I’d wait a lifetime.”

“That’s quite a long time, meldanya.”

You nodded and took a step closer, placing your hand on his cheek. “For you, it’s worth it.”

You were so close. You could smell him, feel his warmth even through the suit of armor. “I think, I would really like to kiss you, High-King. May I?”

He stared at you with an open mouth, nodding slowly. He would have never though that you from all beings would feel the same for him. His thoughts scattered when your lips came in contact with his. Oh Eru, they were warm. And so soft.

Before he could process it further, you took a step back. You didn’t want to overwhelm him. But apparently, the High-King had other plans and pulled you close again, capturing your lips in another kiss. He could taste the sweetness of berries as his tongue swept over your bottom lip and and you cupped his face with both hands.

The whole world seemed to stop as you were standing at the gates of Lindon, engulfed in each other’s presence. The king was breathing hard when you finally pulled apart: “Wait for me. Please.”

You only nodded, tears forming in your eyes. You’d wait a lifetime.

#gil-galad #gil-galad x reader #rings of power #rings of power season 2 #benjamin walker #lindon #eregion #rop fanfiction #rop x reader #rings of power fanfiction #rings of power x reader

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momotonescreaming · 10 months ago

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You can blame the STWG for this one. T | 743 words | Established Stomarol

“Did you hear that Wheeler chick has a crush on you?” Tommy says absent mindedly, looking over at Steve from his place reclining on his bed, throwing a baseball into the air. It’s casual, effortless, in one smooth motion. Steve follows it with his eyes, the curl of Tommy’s hand, the flick of his wrist, the expanse of freckled skin on display as his sleeve rides up. Lets his gaze drift across his body, from his hands to his arms, to his chest and up to his face. Soaking it all in. He gets to look, knowing Tommy’s looking back.

“No way, Tommy.” Steve snorts, although not unkindly. He picks up one of Tommy’s tapes, stops flicking through the stack, and focuses his attention on him. “Stop kidding around. There’s no way I’m her type.”

“I’d argue you’re everyone’s type,” Tommy smirks, throwing the baseball again, catching it in such a way he can show off his biceps. The flex of muscle. He knows Steve will look. Wants him to, in fact. “You’re mine. You’re Carol’s.”

And oh, Steve thinks. Isn’t that nice to hear. A warmth spreads inside him, sweet and sticky like honey, coating his insides. He belongs to Tommy, and Carol, and TommyAndCarol — and they belong to him in return. He grips the tape tighter, feeling the plastic creak underneath the palms of his hands, his calloused fingers. “Well in that case I don’t need to worry about if I’m anyone else’s type. I’ve already got the only two that matter.”

The flush immediately spreads across Tommy’s cheeks, pink and pretty and perfect as it smothers his freckles. Steve likes having this affect on him. Didn’t think he would, didn’t think this was an option, but now that he has it he doesn’t want to let it go.

“That so?” Tommy replies, letting the baseball drop off the side of his bed. It thumps against the carpet, but neither of them care where it lands. He doesn’t look, doesn’t worry about it hitting anything, just keeps his eyes on Steve. Inhales, polo shirt straining against his chest, legs propped up on the bed. Lets his legs dip, spreading wider, jeans pulling against him. Bites his lip, just slightly, drawing Steve’s eye to the pink plush of his lips.

“I don’t think you need a reminder,” Steve says, voice dropping low, licking his lips as he looks over at Tommy, displaying himself for Steve. Waiting. Like something ready to be eaten. He puts the tape down on top of Tommy’s dresser, not looking, still focused on Tommy. Steps towards the bed, watching the bob of his throat as Steve towers over him. “Do you?”

“Well maybe I want a reminder.” Tommy replies, his own voice getting lower, quieter, just for them. They’re in their own little bubble here, they’re safe, they’re together. “Can you show me, baby? How much I’m yours?”

“If you insist,” Steve replies, crawling onto the bed, knees digging into the mattress. Doesn’t stop until he’s hovering over Tommy, hands above his head, knees in between his, hair falling into his face as he looks down at him. Looks at Tommy’s flushed face, his bitten lips, the way his breath catches in his throat as Steve’s gets closer.

He watches as Tommy’s eyes flutter shut as he leans down to kiss him. Inches their bodies closer, feels the heat building between them. The slick slide of lips, the musky inhale of his cologne, merging sweetly with his own. With their sweat and the scent of them.

Steve brushes his hands across the mattress, smoothing down the comforter, as his hand seeks Tommy’s. Clutching tightly as they meet, fingers entwining together as they kiss and kiss and kiss.

“When’s Carol getting here?” Steve whispers into Tommy’s mouth, letting him swallow the sound. Pushing his body down onto Tommy’s, grinding ever so slightly. Smiling as Tommy groans and spreads his legs wider, opening up his hips. Creating the perfect space for Steve.

“Soon.” Tommy mumbles back, his free hand clutching Steve’s back, rucking up the fabric and drawing him closer.

“Good.” Steve replies, hovering above him, panting, catching his breath. Looks down at Tommy, as he looses himself in his kisses. In the sweet friction they’re building together.“ Lets give her a show for when she gets here then, yeah?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tommy replies, surging up to kiss him. Wet, and deep, and exactly what Carol likes to see.

[Part Two]

#stranger things #steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #stomarol #Steve/Tommy/Carol #My Writing #the stwg discord got talking about stomarol and this possesed me #i wrote this in one sitting if you see any mistakes no u dont #sorry not sorry nancy

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amazingmaeve · 1 year ago

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A RELEASE

Queen Maeve x fem!reader

summary — working in a bar where supes go to calm their nerves and to blow off steam is kind of nerve racking. obviously saying no to a supe could go one of two ways: they either crawl back to whatever pathetic hole they came out of or they try to take advantage of you, but luckily using the threat of calling the media gets most of them to back off. but when queen maeve come to bar you are in for a ride.

warnings — smut (18+), alcohol, talks of sexual harassment, swearing, and some spoilers to season 3

word count — 4, 743

authors note — yayyyy! Yup another queen maeve fic, I just can’t stop writing her, she is amazing and I love her so much. Also happy pride I know it’s late but it’s here! also not proofread.

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You sigh as you walk through the door that leads into the bar. This bar was kind of like your own living hell, but with the paycheck and tips you got, you had decided to stay. The money was great and you didn’t need to worry about paying the bills and worrying how you were gonna find some food for the next week.

But working at Hypnosis (the bar you work in) has changed everything for you.

The Supes weren’t the best, some were nice and just wanted to get drinks and delve in their own self destruction. They didn’t do much; they just kept ordering drinks and you just kept serving them. Those weren’t the Supes you were worried about.

The Supes you were worried about were the ones who couldn’t take no for an answer, who thought just because they were a Supe meant that you would want to fuck them. That you were lucky to even be in their presence, that you should do whatever the fuck they want because their parents/guardians took them to Vought and had them drugged on Compound V.

Most of the time you wanted to roll your eyes and maybe knee some of them in the balls, but due to this being your job you just politely declined with the most fake smile you could plaster on.

Due to the extreme egos of some Supes that meant that you were bruising their own ego by saying no and sometimes tried to just rape you. You usually had some defense like, bringing up the media and calling them. If that didn’t work then you would try to get the attention of the bouncer (who was also a Supe), and he usually took care of them.

If some Supe had raped you, you probably couldn’t even do anything about it since the bar was owned by Vought and most of the Supes that came here worked for Vought. So if you did something you would probably end up in a grave being the worst case scenario, best case scenario you would probably be given some money and sent on your way, with all the trauma still with you.

But the most you got was groping, which just made you go home and wash your body as disgust washed all over you. You knew this job you had wasn’t going to stick forever and you would need to find a replacement job that might even be safer. But employment was a hard thing to find at the moment and for now this was just your normal.

Only a few members of The Seven had come to this bar and most of the time it was either The Deep and Translucent, who were both humongous creeps. A-Train came once and while but most of the time he would just be sitting off in a group basking in the glory of it all, and only occasionally flirting with you. Whilst The Deep and Translucent tried to have sex with you multiple times and it just ended with you just rolling your eyes and threatening to call the media, which made them sit back down and call you a bitch or a cunt because you wouldn’t sleep with them.

So you weren’t surprised to find out that The Deep had done what he did to Starlight.

One member of The Seven you were glad didn’t show up was Homelander. Something about him just seemed off to you, even before the whole sleeping with a Nazi thing. You knew if he came into this bar and he wanted to have sex with you, it was going to happen whether you wanted it or not. No one could stop him.

But lucky for you and every other waitress/bartender in this place, he hadn’t shown up at all.

Due to the scummy people that came to this bar has left you in no other words than horny. You couldn’t find a decent person to sleep with who didn’t try to assault you, or they were too much into themselves to even focus on your pleasure only focused on theirs.

To the surprise of no one the people you had slept with in the past month were guys and you hoped that at least one knew how to please a woman but nonetheless you were left a mess after each and every sexual endeavor.

You’d only had sex with two women in your life and those two were the ones you dated and even loved. But you couldn’t find a woman to sleep with due to you being too nervous to talk to women. It was kind of weird since you were outwardly confident to men but with women, they made your heart flutter that you’d think it would hop out of your chest and hop around. Even if it was a woman you just wanted to have sex with, you couldn’t gather the courage to go up and talk to them.

But you just dealt with the bad sex with the men in the bar and had to finish the job after they left (which wasn’t long).

So you had assumed that this time working in the bar would be the same exact way it goes every time you came to work. You get harassed and served drinks to them and other non harming Supes and maybe end up going home with one of them while you had to jerk off after they left since their head was too big and only focused on their own pleasure.

Walking into the bar, you started to serve the Supes with your fake smile plastered on your face and had idle chit chat with them. Some of them try to flirt with you but then end up being pulled away by other Supes. It wasn’t that busy tonight and you were glad since you were having a stressful day already and didn’t want any more.

Someone had sat on one of the barstools in front of you and you looked up in shock to see the one and only Queen Maeve sitting there with a tight smile on her face as if she’s been in this position before.

Now you knew who Queen Maeve was, I mean who didn’t know her. Anyone who said that were people probably living under a fucking rock. But you had loads of sympathy for her, since Homelander basically outed her on live television.

And you couldn't deny that she was an attractive woman.

You weren’t expecting one of The Seven to come in this bar (besides The Deep even though he was married and A-Train on a couple occasions) and you were shocked to say the least. Shaking off the shock you gave her a smile that mirrored hers getting ready to pour her a drink.

“What can I get you?” You questioned after clearing your throat, finally meeting her gaze.

“Just a whiskey please,” Maeve answered, giving you a once over, which you didn’t pick up on and nodded, going to get a glass and the bottle of whiskey.

Maeve hadn’t been to this bar even though she’s heard good things about it and it was only for Supes so it would be comfortable, but she usually did her self destruction in her own penthouse but after hearing A-Train rave about this place she had to check it out.

And hey if she could get away from Homelander it really didn’t matter.

But something about you made her stop in her tracks. It’s been a while since a woman has done that to her and that was Elena. She didn’t know what it was about you that made her like this, but maybe it’s just because you’re a beautiful woman.

But needless to say, you’ve caught her attention.

“Here you go,” You turn around saying and putting the glass of whiskey on the table and sliding it over to her. She mutters out a thanks before downing the whole thing.

“Another please,” Maeve requests, sliding the glass over to you and your eyebrows jump at that.

“Rough day,” You observe out loud pouring more whiskey into the glass and giving it to her again.

“Rough year,” Maeve corrects before taking a smaller sip of the whiskey before putting it down. “And even shitter day,” She says following it up.

“Definitely can relate to that,” You mutter. “You come with your teammate,” You question, pointing over to the direction where The Deep was hitting on one of your co-workers who looked mildly annoyed.

“Fuck no, wouldn’t follow that guy to the nicest bar in the city,” Maeve say with a little chuckle with a look of disgust on her face. She obviously didn’t like him that much and hey you couldn't really blame her, he definitely was an asshole. “Why does he come here often,” She asks, leaning forward a bit.

“Often is an understatement,” It’s your turn to chuckle now. “Yeah he’s married but it definitely doesn’t seem to turn him away,” You say with a hint of amusement in your tone.

“That’s not a shocker,” Maeve says, taking another drink of her whiskey. “So, how long have you been working here,” She questions.

“A few years, it’s definitely been a ride,” You say leaning against the bar, engaging in the conversation with her. Conversations with the customers was a usual thing and you were trying to tell yourself that it was just that. Talking to a customer to make them more comfortable, but deep down you knew it was something different. “I know it’s your first time here,” You say confidently.

“And how would you know that,” Maeve says with a smile, after finishing her drink and sliding it towards you. You took the hint and refilled it.

“Just a hunch, since the time I’ve been here, I’ve never seen you and none of my co-workers mentioned you, but hey I know some people like to keep it low key,” You explained.

“Well you would be correct, I’ve never been in this bar a day in my fucking life,” Maeve responds, tracing the rim of her glass, that had remained full. “But If I had known that someone as beautiful as you worked here, I would have shown up a hell of a lot sooner,” She sultry says, giving you a flirtatious smile.

You give her a look of surprise at the forward response and you can feel your heart start to race. She couldn’t be flirting with you, she was Queen fucking Maeve and you were just a non Supe bartender who was just trying to get by. You bit your lip and gave her a smile.

“That’s really sweet of you,” You blurt out and you're inwardly cringing at the response. Really was that all you could respond to. God this you were such a fucking loser.

“Trust me I can be a whole lot sweeter,” Maeve flirted before taking a drink of her whiskey.

You swallow, starting to feel your throat start to dry. God you didn’t even know how to respond to that and you let out a nervous chuckle at that.

“Uh I have to use the restroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” You say lying and scurrying off to the bathroom, where you rest your head on the cold wall.

You felt like your whole entire body was on fire and the whole conversation was replaying in your head and you suddenly felt like an idiot, you were already getting horny from a few sentences.

But you couldn’t help it. She was a very hot woman and you hadn’t had a decent orgasm with anyone in the past few months. The only time you had a release was with your own hand or a vibrator. You walked up to the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take deep breaths.

Turning on the sink you splashed some water onto your face, trying to cool off before you could return and even though you were nervous, you were also itching to get back to her and return to the conversation.

As you were trying to collect yourself the door opened and you turned around to see your co-worker standing there with a knowing smirk on her face.

“You’re being asked for,” Sophie says and you give her a confused look.

“What,” You question.

“Queen Maeve, I asked if she needed anything else besides the whiskey in her hand and she said you,” Sophie answers. “You seriously need to get out there before she starts to look for you herself,” She says, giving you a pat on your arm. “Now go out there and get lucky,” She whispers with a little laugh.

You laugh nervously before walking out of the bathroom and walking around the crowded people in the bar and finally made your way behind the bar and walked to Maeve who, to be honest, looked like she was bored out of her fucking mind.

“Heard you missed me,” You cooly say, as if your own heart didn't feel like it was about to explode.

“Well you’re the only thing in this bar that has my attention so it’s kinda hard not to,” Maeve responded with her own flirty comment.

“Need anything else, I can get some pretzels if you want some,” You ask, trying to shake off the horniness as if you weren’t already starting to get wet.

“Nope, no pretzels needed,” Maeve responds and puts her own hand on your arm, your breath hitched at that. She noticed and smirked. “When do you get off work,” She whispers the question leaning in closer to where your faces are inches apart.

“Uh, not for another hour,” You whispered, after looking at the clock.

Maeve groans. Just her luck. God she just needed you so fucking bad, and it wasn’t the need she had for the guys she fucked and kicked out of her room, you were different. She felt like she couldn’t wait to have you in any way that you wanted.

She moved her hand so that it was caressing your cheek and you felt heat travel up your neck to your cheeks, and it had to be obvious that she could feel it. She leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. Not wasting any time you move your lips along hers and her hand grabs your jaw and you moan into her mouth at the roughness. She slips her tongue inside your mouth and starts to explore the territory.

“I need you,” Maeve groans against your lips and starts to peck your lips. “So fucking bad,” She says in between pecks. If it weren’t the bar between the two of you, she’d start to train kisses down your neck, marking you. You held back a moan even though it was pretty loud.

Before you could say anything, you felt someone squeeze your shoulder and you turned your attention from Maeve to Sophie.

“Why don’t you just leave and I’ll take your shift,” Sophie says, giving you a look.

“Uh yeah,” You say as you feel Maeve's other hand move to your other cheek. “Let’s get out of here,” You say, turning around to Maeve who gave you a smirk.

Your back hits your door as Maeve trails kisses down your back and you let tiny moans that you tried to conceal, due to the fact that you weren’t even in your apartment yet. Maeve's hand moved to under your skirt and started to squeeze your thigh as you felt your panties start to get more and more drenched.

“Okay I need to unlock my door,” You say breathless as Maeve didn’t stop her sweet torture on your neck.

Before you could even try to unlock your door, Maeve moved one of her hands to the door and twisted it and opened the door herself. You looked at her in shock and you were gonna start to worry about how you were going to fix that until Maeve brought you into your living room and brought your lips to hers as her hands went to your shoulders.

You kiss her back, hard but definitely not as hard as her. You can feel her kisses maybe starting to bruise you. You felt like you were going to pass out due to the heat traveling all over your body.

“Where’s your bedroom,” Maeve questions in between kisses as she moves you around the apartment, accidents bumping into a chair and you let out a tiny laugh.

“Down the hall, to the left,” You muttered, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her again.

She maneuvered you around the apartment, til she found the door knob and opened the door and moved you to your bed. You took your shirt off and your bra trying to get naked as fast as possible. You look up and you didn’t even know how Maeve got all of her armor but you couldn’t think fast as she fell on top of you and kissed you.

You were still left in your skirt but that didn’t stop Maeve as she pulled your panties and the skirt off. She moved her hand to your core as she gently slid her fingers through your folds and you moaned into her mouth as she kept kissing you.

Her hand found your clit and she started to draw figure eights on the swollen nub while you moved your hand to her naked thigh and caressed her inner thigh as you gave gentle squeezes, trying to tease her. She whined your name into your mouth and you gave in.

You moved your fingers across her core as her fingers went to a halt but you didn’t even care at the moment, at the moment you just wanted to make her feel good.

Slipping your fingers inside of her, you started to thrust them in slowly and moved your thumb to your clit as she started to pepper kisses alongside your cheek and your neck as she moaned and whimpered into your ear.

“God your fingers feel so fucking good,” She moaned into your ear as you started to move your fingers faster and cured them into the right spot and she jolted her hips so as she moaned your name loudly.

You started to grind up on her thigh as you felt yourself get more and more turned on. Whilst you kept thrust your fingers up into Maeve and on one particular thrust Maeve squeezed her eyes shut as moaned into your neck. She squeezed her hand around your thigh, that’ll probably leave bruises but in that moment the pain made you let out a moan.

Removing your fingers from her pussy and you brought your fingers to your lips and slipped them into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

Meanwhile Maeve recovered from the mind blowing orgasm and began to kiss up your neck and unwrapped her hand from your thigh and slowly slid it up your body, to your breast, where she started to gently massage. She moves her lips to your mouth and captures your lip in a hot kiss that makes you moan into her mouth as she uses her thumb to rub circles on your already hard nipple.

You move your hands around her neck and bury your hands in her hair as she moves her tongue inside your mouth exploring the territory that she's tasted not so long ago. You thread your fingers in her red hair as her hand went from your breast to your neck and wrapped her fingers around your throat.

She gave your throat a gentle squeeze. You felt another tingle shoot straight down to your core as you moaned into her mouth. You moved your hands from her hair to her hips and started to grind them up to her thigh, moaning as you dragged your clit up and down her thigh, you were surprised that you hadn’t already orgasmed due to the sexual tension you had coiled in your stomach.

“God you are so wet,” Maeve moaned into your mouth as she put both her hands on your hips and pressed them into the bed so that you couldn’t thrust up to her thigh.

“Oh come on I need something,” You whined out, deciding to stop trying to thrust up, because Maeve could literally stop a truck with her body, she can most certainly stop you from thrusting up.

“Calm down, don’t worry I’m gonna get you what you want,” Maeve smirked down at you, admiring your body as in this flustered state. “Just relax,” She cooed, before getting up and leaving you confused in a state of lust. “You have any handcuffs,” She questions, making your eyebrows jump at the question. She was looking around your darkened room.

“Uh maybe why do you ask,” You question, sitting up and closing your legs so you didn’t feel so exposed. Now you were no stranger to having sex toys, and things akin to that, you loved being tied down and loved tying people down. With that question she asked still in the air, you could feel your pussy throb at that, you needed something and you couldn’t wait to get it.

“Come on, I know you’re not that stupid,” Maeve teases, giving you a look. You smirk as you bite your lip as you stare at her.

“There’s some in this top drawer,” You give her answer, quietly as if it would disturb the tension in the air. Maeve traveled to the dressers on the left side of your bed. You give her a smile as she pulls out two pairs of handcuffs.

“Looks like you’ve been at this for a while,” Maeve smirks as she looks through the drawer, seeing all the toys inside.

“Come on, I thought you were just looking for the handcuffs,” You say trying to sound strong, but it comes off in a whine which makes Maeve chuckle. You couldn’t help it, you were thoroughly turned on.

“Gosh you sound like a fucking brat,” Maeve let’s out a little laugh as she sat there kneeled besides the bed. You give her a pout, giving her what she thought you were. “Although I think you are one,” Maeve groans as she stands up and you look up at her, excited for what’s gonna happen next.

“You got that right,” You say, batting your eyelashes up at her, as she moves onto the bed.

Maeve lays you down again as she sets the handcuffs to the side, you look up at her as she leans down to give you a deep kiss that makes you moan into her moan and try to reach up and wrap your arms around her. Although she doesn’t allow you to as she moves away from you making you whine again. God she was right you do sound like a brat.

“Don’t worry, like I said I’m gonna give you what you want,” Maeve says, lifting one of your hands and handcuffing it to the headboard and doing the same with the other hand. You shake your hands in the toy as if to show her that you can’t get out. You felt like you were going to explode with how wet you were.

Her hands glide down your body as her mouth leans down to bite at your neck and start to suck bruises. You moan out her name as she pinches your nipple in her right hand, you rub your thighs together trying to have some friction on your aching pussy.

She gives your lip a little bite as her head moves down lower to wrap her wet lips around your already sensitive and hard nipple, as strings of moans keep falling out of your mouth, that you might be worried that the neighbors might hear. But in this moment you don’t give a fuck, you just needed her.

Whilst her mouth was working on your nipple her hand decides to glide down your body to your throbbing core. She teases your folds as you bite your lip and moan, trying to keep you from screaming her name. Her fingers nudge your clit as you feel your whole entire body set on fire. You want to wrap your hands around her. The restrictions of your hands make you just wrap them around the handcuffs and squeeze them. You’re squirming on the bed as you're basically just a mess with her.

She looks up at you from where her head is, lips around your nipple and sucking on the hard bud.

“Maeve,” You moan as she moves her fingers lower to your entrance and then just thrusts them in hard making you jump a little. Whimpering as her fingers already find the precious spot that could make you see stars.

She shushes you, removing her mouth from your nipple. Then decides to decorate your body with hickeys littering all of your stomach as she continues to thrust your fingers up into your pussy, always stopping when she feels like you are going to come. Meanwhile you’re just moaning and groaning as she works her magic on you.

Sliding further down the bed she starts to suck the skin on your thighs and move from one leg to the other, making sure to give them the same amount of attention. You feel her start to move faster making you clench around her fingers as you whimper her name out for what felt like the millionth time. But as soon as she does that she stops and you slouch against the bed in frustration.

Even though you’re frustrated, you know this orgasm is going to be one of the best you ever had in your whole life.

“I bet you taste as amazing as you look,” Maeve mutters against your thigh, making you clench around her fingers and she chuckles silently.

In a swift motion, Maeve's mouth moves to your pussy and wraps her soft lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a loud moan as she starts to thrust her fingers again, hitting that same spot over and over again.

And there it is, you can feel the burn from the coiling tension inside your stomach. You were about to cum and it seems finally she was going to let you. Looking up at you through her eyelashes she runs her experienced tongue around your clit, lapping at it and then wrapping your clit in between her lips again and sucks harder.

Due to the constant, fingering of your g spot and her sucking on your clit and there it is. You arch your back off the bed and finally climax on her fingers. You moan her name loudly, probably loud enough that would wake the neighbors and you would be worried but with the shaking of your legs at the moment you don’t. Even though your eyes are squeezed shut, you can still see stars.

Maeve smiles as she sucks your cum off her fingers and slides up your body and presses her lips against yours, this time much softer than before. You hum into your mouth as you can still feel your legs twitch from the intense orgasm.

“The keys are in the drawer,” You murmur, still feeling hazy.

“No shit Sherlock,” Maeve rolls her eyes and gives your thighs a teasing slap. Which makes you jolt up. She rustles around to find them and then releases you from the toys.

You stretch and sit up as your hands and arms are finally free. You gasp in shock as Maeve brings you down with her arms, so that your head is resting on her chest. Her hands rub down your back in a soothing manner that makes you smile.

“You’re gonna have to stay the night at least, don’t want anyone breaking in with the door knob you broke,” You mutter as you feel your eyes droop from exhaustion.

“Don’t worry,” Maeve promises as she reaches for the blankets and pulls them around the both of you. “I’ll keep you safe and your door knob will be fixed by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Well if you’re staying I wouldn’t be mad if you found some creative ways to wake me up,” You whisper out the tease making her squeeze your butt.

“Is that consent,” She questions with a quirk of an eyebrow.

“Definitely.”

#queen maeve headcannon #queen maeve x you #queen maeve x oc #queen maeve x reader #queen maeve smut #Maggie Shaw x reader #maggie shaw smut #maggie shaw #queen Maeve #the boys x reader #the boys x oc #the boys x you #the boys x y/n #the boys smut #the boys headcanons #the boys imagine #the boys oneshot #the boys

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prettymuchteddy · 8 months ago

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A Question

Summary: A question brings up old feelings and pain

Pairing: Aegon the 3rd Targaryen x Jaehaera Targaryen

Warning: Mild angst, small spoilers for Fire and Blood/HOTD

Words: 743

A/N: I wrote this one exactly one night apart from my previous Aegon x Jaehera fic and again at 1 AM

The drawing room was quiet. In the corner, a small child sat on the floor kicking her feet in the air while reading through her book. Elaena suddenly looked up at her with her shy lilac eyes. “Did you ever have a dragon mama?”

Jaehaera paused. Her hand froze right above the quill she had gone to reach. A beat of silence passed.

“Father had a dragon, did you?” Her daughter asked with the innocence of the five-year-old child she was.

“I did,” Jaehaera answered.

Elaena smiled, her arms tightening around the egg she held. “What was it like, having a dragon?”

Jaehaera gave a sad smile. “It was a feeling like no other. The bond one experiences with a dragon is a powerful thing.”

“Did you ride your dragon?” Elaena inquired.

Jaehaera dropped her hand to her side. “No, I never got to.”

Elaena tilted her head in confusion. “Why not?”

“I was too young at the time.”

Elaena glanced down at her egg and then back to her. “What was your dragon’s name mama?”

Jaehaera could still remember the dark scales and small horns of her dragon when she last went to the Dragonpit, before it was destroyed. “Morghul. His name was Morghul.”

Elaena had yet to notice the sad tone in her voice and pet her egg. Jaehaera cleared her throat, pushing down whatever emotions threatened to come out.

“Why do you ask, my love?”

Elaena frowned. “Papa doesn’t like talking about his dragon.”

“Your father loved his dragon, it is just a bit painful for him to talk about the subject,” she assured.

Elaena hugged her egg tighter. “Do you think he’ll be mad if my egg hatches?”

“No, my love, of course not.”

Jaehaera reached out and pushed away a strand of golden hair. Her daughter smiled.

Her husband was in his office reading documents when Jaehaera walked in. He lifted his nose out of the papers when she sat across from his desk.

“I looked at the lords’ petitions and wrote an answer to the Lady of Storm’s End. Then I was interrupted by Elaena.”

Aegon gave a rare smile. “What was our youngest up to now?”

Jaehaera shifted her gaze away from him. “She asked me about when I was younger and when I had… a dragon.”

She could almost hear his fingers tighten around the paper. She could hear the moment his hands set down the documents. Despite what many thought, her husband didn’t fear dragons, it was something deeper than that.

“Elaena only asked because she was curious about what it was like to bond with one, to fly with one, those things.” Jaehaera intertwined her fingers. “She wants one.”

“I’m aware,” Aegon responded without any particular emotion.

Jaehaera sighed. “Forgive me, I probably didn’t help the matter. I told her that having a dragon was unlike anything else in this world.”

“I’ve known that Elaena has wanted a dragon for a while now…but is she the only one?”

Jaehaera looked up at her husband. “What do you mean?”

Aegon’s features were serious, but his eyes were gentle. “Jaehaera, I’ve married to you long enough to know the sadness in your eyes.”

She wearily chuckled. “Says you.”

“The Dragonpit was destroyed but the Dragonmount wasn’t,” he stated. “I can have them bring you an egg if you wish.”

While his words were true, her husband looked uncomfortable. The idea and its implication made him uneasy.

Jaehaera shook her head vigorously. “No,” she stated firmly.

“Jaehaera, what about what you said?”

“I didn’t lie. Having a dragon is unlike anything else in this world, however, there was only one dragon for me. It was Morghul. He is gone now, and I will never ride the skies but that is fine with me because he was the only one, I would ever choose to take flight with.”

Aegon stared at her.

“I know you feel the same about Stormcloud.”

Aegon lowered his gaze though he reached out his hand to grab hers. Jaehaera took it. He brought it up to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” she apologized.

“We’re the house of the dragon, it was inevitable,” he said.

“You would truly have given me an egg?” She asked incredulously.

“If it made you happy, then yes. On the condition it stayed outside.” He kissed her knuckles again. Jaehaera intertwined their fingers together. She was content with where they were.

#aegon iii x jaehaera #aegon iii targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #my writing #fanfic #light angst #elaena targaryen

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Everything is fine when your hand is next to mine

A soft nessian drabble because that is all my completely exhausted being has the energy for.

WC: 743, Modern AU setting

The dread of realisation rose in Nesta with the increasing strength of the tidal waves. The ferry that transported them to the island was nothing more than a floating speck, helpless against the vast body of tumultuous water.

It was a short ride to the resort island that housed their team retreat: not even a mere hour.

While prone to often bouts of terrible nausea, Nesta’s seasickness had never devolved into the realms of vomiting. So she never found a need to medicate herself, choosing instead to rely on time trusted practice of a light meal and comfortable clothes that gave her chest and abdomen ample breathing room.

Though she had still hoped when she spotted the charcoal threat of cumulonimbus clouds in the faraway distance that it would wait the hour, not striking down its wrath until they had safely docked at shore. But alas, it was not to be - the waves grew just a little taller with each push and pull, the speed at which the ferry climbed and fell with the waves a jumbled inconsistent mess.

Nesta’s stomach lurched at the next descent and she squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth pursed into the slightest of an oval, pushing out a slow steady stream of air. Her meditative habits kicked in on instinct.

I am the rock against which-

Oh, for goodness sake. She couldn’t even complete the sentence without her abdomen clenching at the mere thought.

“Hey, Nes,” the voice dripping in pure swagger greeted as the cheap leather seat grumbled at the sudden weight.

Her brows knitted on its accord, annoyed. Nesta kept her eyes closed in pure refusal to acknowledge the business development executive. Maybe if she stayed quiet long enough, he would go away.

He didn’t.

He said nothing for a while, letting the little squeaks of leather alert her of his continued presence.

“Nes?”

“Now’s not the time, Cassian.” She sighed wearily, her jaw clenched as her belly threatened to push acidic bile up her throat. She took a shallow breath in and released a long shuddering exhale, forcing it under her control.

One, two, in.

One, two, out.

“You ok?”

One, two, in.

“I’m fine.”

One, two, out.

One, two, in.

“You don’t look fine.”

Silver blue eyes flew open as she whirled on him, snapping with the exhale, “Would you just leave me alone?”

It was uncalled for. It was rude but Nesta refused to backpedal even as something within her chastised her for chewing him off for no good reason. She ignored the voice and levelled a withering gaze at slightly widen hazel eyes, pretending not to notice the flash of hurt in them.

He slipped away when the moment broke, brushing her off with a wry smile that masked any other emotions, “I’ll be back later.”

And Nesta was alone again.

She fished her phone out of her bag to take note of the time - another thirty minutes to go, and sighed.

Leaning back into the seats, her knuckles turned white as her fingers gripped onto its handles. She forced it loose in hopes of loosening her tightening stomach. Her eyes stuttered shut and resumed her control of gated entry of air into her lungs.

Warm rough fingertips gently enveloped the back of her palms, rousing her from the fitful sleep she hadn’t realised she had fallen into. Dazed eyes drifted to the paper cup he extended to her, nothing but soft understanding on that ruggedly handsome face. Nesta accepted it wordlessly with a slight downward jerk of her chin, surprised at the heat from its papered surface. It was beyond her how he managed to find any hot drinks on this small transport ferry.

Cassian smiled and settled back into the seat next to her. Nesta lifted the edge of the cup to her lips, cautiously sipping its hot content. Immediately, a warmth spread in her chest and stomach. The gentle bitterness of the oolong tea soothed the churning.

Shifting her grip of the drinking receptacle to one hand, she slipped slender fingers over broad ones and soft palm over the back of the much larger hand.

“Thank you.”

His hand moved under hers, flipping so that their hands are clasped together. With the smallest of a smile gracing her lips, her shoulders relaxed into the seat and she let the comforting heat of his palm and the soothing presence to tie her through for the rest of the ride.

#nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian drabble #acotar #gosh life is sucking the life out of me

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winchester-girl67 · 11 months ago

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Wild Hearts (Part 4) - Postcards From Dean

Summary: Postcards from Dean to Y/N; sent over the years they were apart.

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: Postcards @j3bingo

Word Count: 743

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16-22, Dean is 20-26), language, slow burn, long distance relationship of sorts, pining, maybe a little angst, time jumps, fluff

A/N: This part was written for @j3bingo go as a collection of AU postcards from Dean to Y/N.

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A few of your favourite postcards from Dean - from the six years you were apart.

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Hey Y/N,

What do you write on a postcard?

Dean

P.S. I picked up a stack of these at a rest stop on the way to Sioux Falls and I thought you'd like some old school snail-mail. I'm aware that your parents and the mailman will probably read this too, so... I'm sorry I got your daughter into trouble and now she has- what, ten hours of community service left? But, she's kind of a badass and saved my life so don't go too hard on her.

P.P.S. And to the mailman: Not cool, dude.

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Dear Y/N,

Sam told me to start these with 'Dear' instead of 'Hey', I kind of like the way it sounds so I let him be right for once. Bobby and Jody are pretty cool, they won't even let me pay rent so we can save more money. We'll have a place of our own in no time now.

xo Dean

P.S. I hope the 'x' is okay, if not I blame Sam. If so, it was all my idea. You can't tell but I just winked at you.

P.P.S. It's my birthday and Jody made me a cherry pie! It was so good, I had every intention of saving you a piece but now I'll just have to learn how to make one for you instead. Can't wait for your phone call tonight so I can tell you all about it.

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Dear Y/N,

It took a little longer than I thought but we just moved into our own apartment! It's closer to Sam's college but we can still visit Bobby and Jody with a short car ride.

xo Dean

P.S. Think you'll come visit me on your gap year?

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Dear Y/N,

It snowed today! And I'm making pasta tonight. You can drool over it via video chat later. I wish we were in the same time zone so you could ring in the new year with me too.

I’m missing you a lot lately, xo Dean

P.S. I'm sending you a big fat kiss. You can put it where you want it. X

P.P.S. To the mailman: Get your mind out of the gutter. She's a lady!

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Dear Y/N,

I'm seriously craving Donna's mocha ice cream right now. I think it would go great with Jody’s cherry pie recipe. Don't knock it till you try it!

xo Dean

P.S. Sam hasn't stopped playing that playlist you made him for studying. I swear you have the worst taste in music. I'm going to make you a playlist tonight.

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Dear Y/N,

I think I like the mountains on this postcard best, we should take a roadtrip there together, maybe next Valentine’s day?

x Dean

P.S. I don't like airplanes.

P.P.S. But I'm going to take you to all the places on these postcards some day.

P.P.P.S. I hope you're still pinning these postcards to your wall so you can hold them over my head some day.

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Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry.

xx Dean

P.S. If I could have one superpower it would be the ability to control the weather.

P.P.S. Getting snowed in would be a lot more fun WITH you.

P.P.P.S. Maybe my superpower should’ve been teleportation! Damn it, is it too late to change my answer?

___________________________________

Dear Y/N,

I just dropped Sam off for his first year of law school. I feel old. Luckily, he got another scholarship though, so I don't have to worry about paying his tuition. Kid's a major nerd.

x Dean

P.S. I'm actually in California! The salt air here makes me think of home, of you. You feel so far away right now. I'm not even looking at the same ocean. That sucks.

P.P.S. We haven't talked in a while and I know that's mostly my fault, but I wanted to give you a heads up. I'm coming home... Soon.

___________________________________

Dear Y/N,

Did you notice there's no stamp?

Always yours,

xoxo Dean

P.S. I was going to tell you to meet me where I first kissed you but that's a hell of a walk. So meet me under our streetlamp. The one where you put ice cream on my nose the first night we met.

P.P.S. I hope you come, I can't wait to see you. But I understand and no hard feelings if you don't.

_________________________

Part 5

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33 @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

SPN: @hobby27

Wild Hearts: @justrealizedimmascifygurl @evieluvsjamie @kimberkingrivers @vicmc624 @ladysparkles78

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What Your Instagram Looks Like While Dating…

What your Instagram looks like while dating Kokonoi Hajime.

Tokyo Revengers x Fem character.

Bonten Tokyo Revengers time skip.

Your dating life with Koko, is where you two tend to travel and you love to post those glimpse of your travels with him.

Part 2 of my Instagram posts ft. Tokyo Revengers’ characters.

Ran Haitani’s Insta: Ran Haitani's Insta.

My masterlist: Lssugaluv's masterlist.

Please share, like, follow, & request more characters.

What your Instagram looks like while dating Koko.

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Y/n: Are you happy to be in Paris?

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Sanooom01: Ouii

Y/n: @sanooom01 🥖🇫🇷

Kaku20_: sometimes, you guys make me want a girlfriend. Cute

Hran21: Ain’t that hard to get one. Oh wait, unless you’re me 😜 @kaku20_

Kaku20_: 🖕🏻

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Y/n: @Haitanirinnn really takes adorable flicks. Koko and I were tired after the party

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Kokoshmoney: My Princess ❤️

Y/n: ❤️

Kasshhhi: Get a room yeah?

Kokoshmoney: @Kasshhhi stfu yeah?

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Y/n: His and Her’s ❄️

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Kokoshmoney: Gotta make sure my baby iced out

Hran20: Sheeesssh, money moves alright @kokoshmoney

Kokoshmoney: y’all already know

Sanzuuu: Drip drip

Sanooom01: 🧊

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Y/n: What would I do without you? @kokoshmoney.

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Hran21: Damn, that’s a cold pic right there 🔥

Kokoshmoney: can’t allow my Princess’ makeup and hair to ruin.

Y/n: I’m in good hands 🥹

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Y/n: I love traveling around the world with you.

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Kokoshmoney: and there’s many more places for us to go too doll

Sanooom01: take me with you!

Y/n: no

Sanzuuu: damnnn that’s fucked up @y/n

Kaku20_: Yeah Mikey, quit cockblocking

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Y/n: carrying me after my feet got tired

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Sanooom01: He never gives me piggy back rides :(

Sanzuuu: @sanooom01 I got you boss

Meanmochi_: just tell him you love him already @ sanzuuu

Kokoshmoney: I will carry you as many times you need princess ❤️

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Y/n: I want to be in your arms forever.

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Kokoshmoney: always will be.

Hran21: aww

Sanzuuu: ew

Y/n: boo you whore @ sanzuuu 🖕🏻

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Afterthought:

I have been enjoying making these. I have two more in my drafts ready to go!

I hope there is no typos🥹 I kept revising as I went so hopefully it’s good to go.

Please let me know if you will like to see other characters in the future.

This one with Koko was fun to make but I noticed it’s the longest lol. 😅

Please repost, like, follow, and share!

None of these pictures are mine! I found them on Pinterest. Credit to those who it belongs too.

#tokyorevengersinstagram #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers boyfriend #Koko #bonten kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #tokyo revengers #tokyorevengerfluff #kokonoi x y/n #kokonoi x you #kokonoi fluff #kokoimagines

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beachbabey · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,492 times in 2022

That's 1,106 more posts than 2021!

465 posts created (31%)

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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Longest Tag: 136 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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Khonshu: Go for the kill, daffodil!

Steven: Fight the power, sunflower!

Jake: Riot, bitch.

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in celebration of finally finishing Peacemaker S1

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Jake when Steven and Marc completely ignore his sarcophagus:

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My #1 post of 2022

Marc and Steven seeing the other sarcophagus whilst escaping:

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I posted 1,040 times in 2022

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973 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Kinnporsche world tour : We would like to perform gender.

Everyone: what gender?

Kinnporsche world tour: All of gender. All at once. We will not be taking any notes at this time.

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I know your inbox is probably already stuffed with requests, but if you are looking for another, I would love to request a “don’t touch me” or “it’s for science” for buckysarah

So I finally, finally wrote something for this prompt that has been gathering dust in my inbox, it is for the second one (though I do have something started for the don't touch me prompt as well). This was initially intended to be explicit but the scene felt done without it. Tell me what you think though, should there be a second down and dirty part 🤔? Cross posted to AO3

He isn't even paying attention to her is the worst part, so she knows he's not doing it on purpose.

"Try again? Ah, there we go. Yeah, I got it,"

He leans further into the open belly of the generator, flathead screwdriver held delicately between his fingers as he removes a panel. Sam leans over and says something to him that's lost to the late Louisiana mugginess but it makes him laugh. Grin curving the delicious line of his lips.

He reaches into the generator again, the stretch pulling his body into one long, taught line as the t-shirt rides up in the back, showing off hard muscle and tan skin.

His hand slips from whatever he's trying to reach and someone hands him a small rag. He seemingly uses it to get a good hold of what he's working on as it reappears, grease-stained, only to be tucked haphazardly into his back pocket. He doesn't ever come out of the stretch.

Sarah feels flushed. Heat she can't blame on the summer air climbing up from the pit of her stomach, spreading through her chest as it reaches into the back of her throat. He's been doing this to her all day.

They've held a yearly community-wide auction to support the local YMCA for as long as she can remember. Sarah has catered the event for the last 4 years, ever since Mrs. Deveroux's arthritis got too bad, but Sam hasn't been to one since long before the snap. He'd been in town for this one and was only too happy to tag along and, of course, if she and Sam were going, then Bucky wouldn't be far behind.

She's still used to him, more often than not, being all covered up in public with his gloves and jacket on, but Delacroix has been having one hell of a heatwave and apparently, the heat still affected super soldiers. He'd come downstairs this morning, hair still damp from the shower, in a grey t-shirt that stretched just right over the width of his shoulders and light-wash jeans that drew the best kind of attention to his long, long legs. She’d been shocked and pleased when he hadn’t grabbed the jacket or gloves in the chaos of leaving the house this morning, touched by the kind of trust it reflected.

She's had her eye on him since they got here, at first just to make sure his trust was repaid with kindness, only to be taken back by how much it meant to her to have him move around the people here, her people, so comfortably. She also hadn’t counted on what it would do to her to have him so… exposed (practically indecent, her mind supplies) in public and, honestly, Sarah's not sure how much more her blood pressure can take. And that was before the damn generator went down.

Without the generator, they've lost the standing fans that were lazily pushing the humid air around and they'll likely have to end early without the outdoor lights. Luckily, James, who is a deft hand with a toolbox, took one look at the ancient Westinghouse and said he could take care of it about 15 minutes ago. She hasn't known peace since.

He leans back and says something to Sam who responds, then digs through the toolbox and hands something back to James. He wipes at his forehead with the back of his hand, the move this time exposing just a hint of his abs and the sharp jut of his right hip. She's not proud of it, but she's pretty sure the sound she makes is a whimper.

"-don't think I'm in the wrong, do you? Sarah?" Her name on Maribel's lips reminds her that she is taking part in a conversation. Or well, that she's supposed to be at least.

She looks over at Mari who's staring at her expectantly. Sarah clears her throat and brings the handheld electric fan closer to her face, hoping the air will cool her down.

"Er, yes?" She tries. Maribel frowns. "I mean, no. No, definitely not."

"Sarah," Mari all but whines. "I'm being serious here. What has got you ignoring me so ha- oh." Mari swallows the end of her sentence as she turns, following the direction of Sara’s gaze. Sarah ducks her head, feeling her cheeks heat even further.

Maribel leans heavily against the table now at her back, hands folding lightly over her floral romper as she smirks, slow and dirty. "Ok, I take back all the terrible names I just called you."

Sarah frowns, turning to face her sharply. "You didn't call me any terrible names."

Mari shrugs, eyes not leaving James. "Not out loud I didn't,"

Sarah smacks her lightly on her bicep, ignoring the outraged yelp. "I'm sorry,-" she sighs. "-he's just been gone for a while, you know. He went with Sam to that meeting in Norway then all that Avenger's stuff happened in England with that new group... The Immortals? The Eternals? So, it's been a while you know " Sarah finishes, turning rest lightly against the table at her back, her shoulder pressing into Mari who is warm and familiar.

"Girl, my single ass gets it.” Mari states tiredly before tilting her head as she smiles slyly. “He is looking damn good today, isn't he?"

They watch James lean over into the belly of the machine once more, calling out some instruction to Sam. Something happens then, and the generator hums back to life, strings of fairy lights twinkling back into existence all over the property as the fans restart their slow rotation. There is a smattering of delighted laughter and applause as he stands, pulling the rag from his back pocket to clean his hands, shoulders loose, his posture open and relaxed. Sarah sighs, yeah, he looks good today but also just plain happy, and honestly, she's not sure which one is affecting her more.

Sam mutters something, pointing at them with his chin, face dropping into an exasperated frown. James looks over his shoulder in their direction, but if Sam thought that would embarrass her he has another thing coming.

James' eyes widen momentarily in pleasure before he smiles at her, head tilting slowly. Her answering smile is slow and sweet like the drip of honey.

"You know, why don't I keep the boys for a bit this evening," Mari says conspiratorially. Sarah's attention snaps back to her and she pushes off the table to stand.

"No, you don't have to do that. I'll be here a while anyway. It's fine really."

"Girl, I love you and if all I have to do to get you magnificently laid is spend some time with my favourite god-babies that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Maribel speed mutters out the side of her mouth before she paints an overly sweet smile on her face, spinning to face James as he approaches. "Barnes," she tips her soda at him, strolling away with a smirk and a very unsubtle wink.

"Maribel," he greets politely, staring after her with a bemused expression. Sarah's gonna kick that girl the next time she can.

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40 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

I swear guys, I'm building out this world. It's more likely than not now to end up as a real fic.

"That's the thing about GHB, you know, sometimes the memories stay gone… sometimes they don't " Porsche forces himself to smile at Vegas. The smile he's been working on, the one he didn't have before there was regularly a 'Khun' in front of his name.

Vegas looks mildly shocked for a moment before his expression slides back into calculated boredom.

"What am I supposed to be? Afraid of that information? What're you going to do?" He sneers. "Set Kinn on me? What's left to take."

Porsche glances out the window, let's the familiar sight of Bangkok's night time skyline calm him.

"You know the thing about Pete is, his loyalty is unmatched." He shifts his gaze back to Vegas. "He'll forgive all manner of slights and injuries against himself, but that loyalty? That loyalty to his friends? Now that's a thing of beauty." He doesn't have to state the threat. He sees it land in Vegas's eyes.

"You think Pete would draw a line there? Do you have any idea the things he's seen me do? The things I've done to him? I don't think his affections are that fickle."

"But you aren't sure."

Vegas glares at him, eyes hateful and promising vengeance. Porsche feels a shiver run through him. He isn't afraid of Vegas necessarily, but he has appropriate respect for the feral danger he represents. Kinn would be pissed if he knew he was here. He'd be even more pissed if Vegas killed him here. He takes a steadying breath and brings the conversation back to his initial point.

"Come on, Vegas," Porsche hisses. "He killed your father,"

"I hated the old bastard,-"

"-and if you wanted him dead, you'd have done it yourself. Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to see Korn brought to his knees?" Porsche pushes.

Vegas scoffs. "So Kinn can take his place as the head of the clan?"

"Better the devil you know."

Vegas doesn't respond and Porsche forces himself not to hold his breath. Ignores the sticky feeling of sweat beading along his neck to slide slickly down his back.

Vegas tilts his head, expression turning cruel and haughty.

"We all underestimated you, didn't we?" Vegas mutters. "Tell me, is his dick so good it's worth you selling your soul?"

Porsche curls his fingers deep into his own palm, letting the pain ground him. If he loses it with Vegas now he won't get this chance again.

"Well...Pete's seems to have been good enough for you to find yours,"

That startles a laugh out of Vegas, the sound dusty and unused. He eyes Porsche again, gaze going serious. The quiet grows wider, turning cloying as Porsche forces himself to keep eye contact. Vegas is like a shark, any hint of weakness and he won't have time to react to the feeding frenzy.

The smile, when Vegas gives it, is slow and cold and utterly terrifying.

"Ok, Porsche. Where do we start?"

***********************

Porsche watches Vegas drive away, the car getting smaller and smaller as it disappears into the distance. Kinn would have him take down the license plate, even though it's definitely a fake. He would say you never know what information you get from what people do or do not let slide. Sometimes even the way people hide themselves gives something away.

But none of this will work without a little trust. Porsche doesn't trust Vegas in the least, but he trusts Pete to deliver when he needs him to.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" A voice that shouldn't be there says from the dark.

Porsche sighs. The muscles around his back and his neck are tight and aching with the stress of dealing with Vegas. He hangs his head, enjoying the pull as he ranges his neck.

"Not in the least." Porsche mutters turning to look at Kim.

"But do you have a better one?"

49 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

Because I am writing things and cannot stop myself from creating pain. Have a snippet from my head.

“Porsche,” Kinn starts, hand reaching out to him, an automatic response to the sound of him in pain, but Porsche flinches back, jerking out of his reach. Kinn purses his lips, trying to tamp down on the bright shot of pain Porsche pulling away from him triggers.

“I don't even recognise myself anymore,” Porsche whispers, mouth a cruel slant in his face, body curled almost defensively into himself. “You know, before you…. I wasn't a good person, but I wasn't a bad person. I'd never hurt anyone who hadn't attacked me first, I'd never threatened or maimed anyone because it was expected. I stayed away from the gangs. I- I’d have never killed anyone before I met you.”

Porsche looks up at him, eyes wide and frightened, flashing with the threat of tears and he knows they'll break his heart into unfixable pieces if they fall. Kinn can’t breathe. This is something out of his worst nightmares, something that he told himself over and over couldn’t happen. Porsche loves him and that wouldn’t change… right?

“I-I keep telling myself that it's fine. That it's okay because maybe this was always me,” Porsche’s eyes glaze over, a feral, dangerous look crossing his face. “I would have done terrible things to keep Chay safe, but she's right. This isn't the same. The things I would do for you, Kinn. Not just to keep you safe but just- just because you ask it of me. Just to give you what you want, just to be the thing that you want."

Porsche finally meets his eyes, and it’s there. That thrum of need that has connected them since he first laid eyes on him. Since they first fought together and bled together. Kinn is an awful creature, he knows. A disfigured monstrosity, because all those words mean to him is that Porsche isn’t leaving. All that look tells him is that Porsche wants him just as much as he wants Porsche, and he’s selfish enough that it’s enough.

With his next breath, he backs Porsche against the wall, tongue licking into his mouth and claiming with a kiss that’s almost vicious. He curls a hand into Porsche’s hair, tugging just hard enough that he can swallow the small, stunned sound that Porsche makes as he surrenders himself like he always does. Kinn’s hands are under his clothes before he can recover, slipping underneath loose cotton and stroking along addictive skin.

Porsche lets out a high-pitched keen as Kinn bites at his neck, tilting his head back to give Kinn more space Kinn all but growls in his need. A part of him feels guilty, he must, because he’s always known if there is a hell it’s where he is going and if they don’t stop, if he never lets Porsche go, he’ll be marching in right beside him but, by the gods, he isn’t strong enough. Not when the sound of Porsche breaking under him is the only heaven he’ll ever know.

61 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

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More fic snippets from my head: Porsche vs Korn? Love to see it!

"Khun Korn, Khun Porsche is here." Chaiya announces. Korn looks up and smiles at Porsche, fatherly and pleased. It makes Porsche's skin crawl.

He walks in past Chaiya who stands quietly in the corner, takes a deep breath and then seems to just stop. Blending into the background. Hmm. He makes a much better bodyguard than Porsche ever did.

Porsche slips open the button on his suit jacket as he approaches Korn who is sitting in his usual place on the roof terrace, a chess board set up in front of him.

"Take a seat," he gestures to the opposing chair. Porsche eyes the seat, then the game before sitting gracefully, back straight, his body communicating displeasure.

"You summoned me, Khun Korn?" He says, the words slithering through his mouth smooth like a serpent in the brush.

"Now, none of that, Porsche, we're practically family. Call me Uncle." Korn replies, the same smile twinkling in his eyes.

Porsche nods but doesn't answer.

"Do you play?" He asks gesturing to the board. Porsche glances down, careful disinterest colouring his features.

"I never had much opportunity to play games in my childhood, though coincidentally books on the subject keep appearing at random intervals in my office," Porsche replies cooly. Korn's smile goes slick.

"How curious. Fancy a game?"

"I'd rather not waste your time with an unworthy opponent."

"You sell yourself short, Porsche," Korn starts, moving a white pawn and then making a corresponding move of a black one. Playing against himself. There is an irony in that that Porsche doesn't even have to look for.

"But that is a problem many seem to have with you, isn't it?" Korn asks. Porsche's eyebrows go up, his face asking the question that he refuses to speak.

Korn shrugs. "I heard you dealt with the issue with the Chanthara's very well. Very creatively even."

Porsche feels his jaw clench and fights to keep the glare off his face. "I did what was asked of me,"

"Nonsense. Your insight into the matter was unparalleled. The solution you came to was… unique."

Korn glances up at him, like he's taking stock of whether his praises are landing. Porsche paints a smile on his face and hopes the expression doesn't seem too forced. He's never been the best at hiding his thoughts, a problem that is rearing its head more and more often these days. He's working on it.

"Creativity serves you well in our line of business. It's something to be nurtured. I don't think Kinn or Vegas could have done what you did."

"Well it helps to have been that poor and desperate. It makes you familiar with what it feels like to break." Porsche replies. His tone must miss the full deference that Korn prefers as he gets a sharp look for his trouble. The look coils a dark pleasure deep inside him. Korn likes to pretend he is the benevolent benefactor in Porsche's life. Like he isn't the main reason for Porsche's suffering. Porsche isn't so forgetful.

"Still, good work deserves a reward. There are certain profitable but troublesome clients that may benefit from your deft hand." Korn replies and Porsche feels his breath freeze in him, that 6th sense that is supremely helpful when he's in a fight tickles down the back of his neck. It feels like prey realizing they've been scented by a predator. Any client Korn would describe as troublesome would be above the minor family. They would be Kinn's to deal with.

"With all due respect, Khun Korn, I think Kinn has a handle on his side of the business. He has after all been doing this much longer than I have." Porsche says carefully.

Korn hums, eyes examining the chess board in front of him. His game has been progressing without Porsche paying attention. A black bishop takes a white knight. There is a small collection of black pieces at the side of the game. White is clearly winning.

"There is no shame in needing help. Do you think Kinn would mind? Why should he, he has been helping you a lot over the last few weeks, has he not?" Korn replies quietly, attention remaining focussed on his board.

Porsche flicks his eyes between Korn and the board, trying to read something from his placid expression. Kinn values his standing in the eyes of this useless spider, he would hate to have Porsche instructed to help him against his will. He's a proud creature and if Porsche knows that, Korn definitely does, so this is either a test for Porsche or an intentional dig at Kinn.

Porsche isn't sure he cares about passing Korn's tests and won't stand for the latter. His response is easy.

"Kinn is nothing if not a problem solver. If he sees utility in any skill of mine all he has to do is ask and it's at his disposal. He knows that already. If he needs me, he has me."

Korn's eyes flash, apparently that wasn't the response he was expecting. He eyes Porsche up and down, expression cooling. It's like he's revised Porsche's IQ up a couple points.

"And that pleases you? Being leashed and collared like that. Existing at his beck and call?" There is derision coloring Korn's voice now, disgust dressed as politeness drips from his teeth as he says the words 'leashed and collared' and with it Porsche finally gets his play.

Porsche isn't dumb enough to think that this whole set up, him as the head of the minor family with Kinn leading the main family, isn't exactly what Korn wanted. He just doesn't know why? Still, if this is all he thinks it takes to get him to turn on Kinn, a few well placed compliments, a promise of power and a dig at his masculinity, well he has another thing coming.

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195 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

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For very nearly a decade now, legal agencies had been avoided, backgrounds repainted, and the general feeling that they, apart from from a small group of people were unknown, lay undisturbed. So what made the bastard tailing them so goddamn special? Absinthe had picked them up at that greasy Chinese restaurant Frank loved so dearly. And from there, they had let the other follow them across the city. Avoiding shortcuts, unlit alleys, anything that could throw them off from the abandoned office building . . . The view was perfect, and true to form, the curtains were open next door.

Three, two one- The shot rang briefly as the body of a man they didn’t know but inevitably disliked fell onto the carpet. As far as they’d ever been able to tell, if someone was willing to pay a reasonable sum for your death, you had it coming.

Smaller sums would have indicated a lack of . . . How should we put this, care? Commitment? Any exorbitant amount was sure to have political ties.

Absinthe took a breath. Now they needed to leave.

“If you’re going to be here anyway,” Absinthe said to the individual in the back. “you may as well ride shotgun. And put on your seat-belt.”

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7 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

So . . . He was right. Alex tapped his fingers against his knee rapidly. He thought if you squinted, that you could tell him and Sarah were related. They were, weren’t they? He was in a rabbit hole now, and honestly? It wasn’t as much fun as he imagined. “I’m a nosy little shit who spends too much time stalking people online.” Hence a collection of people with his face who were all leading different lives. “But how did you find out?” In both senses he supposed.

There were a lot of questions, and probably a limited number of answers. How different were they? How different was he? The thought of being one of a set didn’t sit well with him, even if a small, self-betraying part of him liked the idea of having a big family. It was too optimistic to be realistic. He should have known that by now. Things in his life did not have a habit of working out.

“Uh, I’m not sure if you already know or I introduced myself and I forgot, because that happens sometimes, but I’m Alex.”

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12 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

Pink hair fell in front of her face, dresses shifting between the racks until Carter came up beside her, holding up a rather distasteful thing. “Why did you even ask me to come if that’s what you want me to wear?” Carter could hire someone in that case! She was not interested! Sylwia shook her head. “Never mind. I’ll look on my own. If you still want me to come with you, you know where to find me.”

Why she extended an open invitation to Carter, she had no idea. The time and effort alone, that she’d put into getting ready did not make it worth it. Sylwia sighed, running her hands down the front of the dress. Supposedly Carter was coming to pick her up. He still needed a date . . . If he stood her up, there was always the bar close to the apartments. They had burgers and pool, and sometimes they had karaoke. So they advertised. Sylwia had never been in. “This is ridiculous!” Sylwia muttered to herself, touching up her hair so it looked just right. She barely knew what a gala was. It was a formal occasion, something out of a fairy tale. It was something to be suspicious of, since she didn’t know what to expect. Excited might have been a decent word for it a few minutes ago, but nerves were beginning to tie knots in her stomach.

Was it too late to back out? Just turn off all the lights and sit in her room like the old days? Sylwia leaned against the wall, picking at her lace sleeves as gently as she could. She was trying to branch out. Be a better person. But did this really count? Being Carter’s date? Was that better now?

A car horn honked outside. That was her!

Hopefully.

Maybe.

Sylwia grabbed her phone and her apartment key, walking down and getting into the car without looking at Carter . . . She was holding her phone so tightly her knuckles were turning white. “Well?” She finally asked, looking up at the other. “What do you think?” Did she look alright, or was he going to drop her off to hire someone in a slutty dress?

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25 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.

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28 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

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“Love is dead.” She didn’t want it to die, but inevitably, the roses wilted and the fire burned. “Whatever people say love is now . . .” Sylwia shook her head.

43 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

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