#wrldofmyown

[amomentxofhappiness]

@wrldofmyown

Arthur was quite excited to catch up with his old friends from the choir. They had all struggled together attempting to fit in in a very small, very conservative little town in the middle of forgotten America. Liking music, pink and men was not expected from men and the church choir was -oddly enough- the only place where they could be close to being themselves, even if they weren't out yet. During that time the only one he was close enough to know was his sister Daisy but in time most of the town suspected it. His father was not the quiet or understanding type. His mother was but was equally scared of their father.

So Arthur left as soon as a scholarship came along, away from prying and judging eyes and pursued theater, eventually realizing he loved acting yes, but he also loved plays, learning, teaching, finding small nuances in them. He had moved to NY right after college, and hardly never visited their small town, even less so after his sister moved closer to him with her husband and children.

So seeing the old gang again in his beloved city was going to be amazing. He wanted to show them all his favorite spots, hear how they all were, if they had all found love--he had thought he had for a while but ultimately it didn't work out. They had decided to meet in a pub and he was unfortunately late--a last minute department meetup--but was just in time for the guy's 2nd round.

"I can't believe you all made it! I have so many places to show you guys! I'm sorry I can't fit you all in my home, I do live on a teacher's salary," he joked as he made it around the table, patting backs and giving hugs, taking the free spot between Tommy and Ivan. "Hey man, it's been forever. How you've been?" he asked Tommy who clearly had grown up--a lot--since the last time they saw one another.

[wiinestories]

Xander & Polly || @wrldofmyown [ closed starter ]

The night unfolded as usual, with more clients flocking to the club for the weekend. Polly's shift ended, and she prepared to head home. Her apartment, conveniently located downtown, was only a ten-minute walk away. Opting for a well-lit street, she embarked on her journey, her heels clicking against the concrete pavement. While she typically paid little attention to passersby, the unexpected presence of a strange man halted her in her tracks. His disturbing gaze sent a shiver down her spine, reminiscent of the unsettling demeanor often associated with serial killers.

At first, Polly assumed the man had stopped for some reason, so she attempted to walk past him on his left side. However, he blocked her way. When she tried to go around him on the right, he mirrored her movements. Suddenly, Polly felt a surge of fear as she realized he had drawn a pistol, her senses alert and her heart suddenly quickening its pace, while her breathing became shallow as adrenaline surged through her veins. She instinctively tensed and let out a gasp, her mind racing as she assessed the situation and searched for any possible means of escape.

“Don’t scream,” The male voice warned her, pointing the pistol at her. “There’s a car just across the street. Move,” His words were a command, ordering her to proceed to the car parked in the area. The gruesome thought of what could happen clouded her thoughts mixed with the fate that possibly awaited her if she compiled with the man’s request. As Polly moved towards the car under the menacing gaze of the armed man, waves of anxiety washed over her, crashing against the walls of her composure. Each breath felt shallow, as if her lungs were constricted by an invisible force, and her heart hammered relentlessly against her chest, threatening to burst through its confines. Her thoughts raced uncontrollably, a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty swirling within her mind. What did this man want from her? The weight of the pistol's presence bore down on her, its chilling touch sending shivers down her spine. Every sound around her seemed amplified, the distant hum of traffic and the faint murmur of voices only serving to heighten her unease. Her muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of danger, yet she felt powerless in the face of the looming threat. Despite her best efforts to remain calm, the grip of anxiety tightened its hold on her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. With each passing moment, the knot of fear in her stomach tightened, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed in the face of the unknown.

[insatiablemuses]

📸 !!!! for Juliette and Isaaa!! (i just had to 👀)

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

Having her only pick up to 5 was torture for her, but she managed 😂

@wrldofmyown

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: ( • )( • )ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) from baby Xan to Sel (this fits so well for them 😭😭😭)

Mid afternoon has hit and Selina is done with her classes for the day. She stands with her back toward her office door, honey orbs scanning through some paperwork that needed to be dealt with before she leaves. There's a knock at the door but she doesn't look up, and instead calls for the person to enter.

She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is once the door is shut and lock is set in place. Judging by the thud on the floor from a backpack being tossed down and fast paced footsteps, Selina knew exactly who had visited her.

A gasp seeps passed red tinted lips as large hands grope at her breasts from behind. Already she's melting into their strong frame, but she doesn't look up from the paperwork. Not yet.

"Did my baby boy miss me?" Her voice is like honey, smooth and rich as she coos.

[ofinfinitedreams]

Summer was still beside herself with absolute glee and excitement coursing through her veins. The petite blonde’s body thrummed with exhilaration as she got into position, exposing her round backside to his heated gaze. A low giggle erupted from within as she wriggled teasingly. Her eyelids fluttered and lips parted at the feel of his strong hands tracing the curve of her spine, grasping her pert cheeks. “Xan,” she breathed heavily at the feel of him pressed against her.

She hummed blissfully, while a soft smile graced her features. This was simply too amazing and wonderful for words. “I- I try. I don’t want this to ever end,” a low mewl fell from her lips. The sensations he wreaked havoc upon her body as she was filled with immense emotions. His voice gruff against her ears made her body shiver in delight. Resting on her elbows as she pushed her ass further back into his touch. “Oh fuck,” she cursed as he pushed his hefty cock inside her warmth once more. Easily, with minimal resistance, as he pushed to the hilt. Her sharp cry of ecstasy permeated the room. His rough hands gripping her hips tightly, daring to leave marks it couldn’t arouse her further. She wanted to be marked by him. Unintelligible moans and mumbles escaped her throat as he thrust with purpose. Stretching her walls felt divine as he filled her achingly so.

Xander was loving the clear excitement and satisfaction in her voice and in the way she did as he said. Darkened eyes took in her figure as a finger gently traced down her spine, then both hands held her cheeks and very slowly stroked his half-hard length between them.

Leaning forward, a hand of his remained on her ass, while the other caressed up her back until reaching her long blonde hair and holding onto it, "you're being so good for me, Summer," the Englishman groaned in her ear. Still with a hand on her hair, Xander pulled back a little bit only to push inside her again, this time easily bottoming out in the first try. With a strong grip, that he was certain was going to leave bruises on her hips, he began thrusting hard and deep into her, as his other hand held and pulled her hair whenever his hips met the curve of her ass. This wasn't about making her cum quickly, it was about letting her feel every inch of his cock.

[ofinfinitedreams]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Chloë

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: February 7th

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Aquarius

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5ft 5"

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: Being lazy and a couch potato.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑:  Black, purple, blue

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: LotR

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Bad Life - Sigrid ft Bring Me The Horizon

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: White Collar

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃:Not read a book in years

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Movies and Television

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: One of my favourite Iron Maiden songs - Infinite Dreams

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: I have 38 tattoos.

tagged by:@isles-of-man

tagging: @wiinestories, @wrldofmyown, @huntrcssqueen, @byronlc, @vicletnight, @gctawaygirl, @charlie69 and anyone else who would like to do this :)

[elpida]

@wrldofmyown !

Eden had planned a little date night, she wanted to show him that she could make just as much effort to surprise him and make a little, quiet life with her.. just as appealing as the adventurous life of danger he knew. She wanted to convince him, give him a real reason, give him a million of them if it meant she got rid of that.. fear of losing him. Ever since he'd asked her about her worries, it lingered more, this idea that.. he might simply not come home one day. He'd go, and he'd never come home and there she'd wait, forever wondering where the love of her life went. She'd never know if he was dead or if he just... left. Did he know how much that'd destroy her? She'd never stop looking for him, she'd spent every day hoping that each bell jingling above her door when her back was turned, would be him coming home. Home, to her, that's what it came down to. She knew she loved Xander, that he loved her but she didn't realise the depth until that moment where she thought about him as being her home.

"Do you mind if I just slip away to the bathroom? I'll be two minutes." she smiled sweetly, and when she stood she looked even sweeter. Eden had started to grow her hair too, she'd kept it short for years out of.. honest fear over it being gripped and used against her again but with Xander? Well she was slowly getting over that fear, she knew she was safe with him. She wore a little sundress, a petite and dainty little thing, more obvious now that she slid off her cardigan and hung it across the back of the chair but that dress, it fluttered around her thighs.. it teased the imagination with each step, like it played on the mind that it might dare to flutter just a little higher. It was clinging around her tiny waist, tied in bows at her shoulders. It'd be so easy to get out of it. She slid away to the bathroom, and once in there? She slid off her panties and put them into her bag, waited a minute and went back out. She placed the bag at the side of the table, in his line of sight and sat with the most devilish smirk.

"Do you want to know a secret, my love?" she purposefully waited until he had a mouthful of drink, she wanted to knock him speechless. She made sure to hold his eye contact, she felt so devilish as she leaned across the table to whisper. "I don't have any panties on." she whispered, and then cast her eyes down to the bag where he'd see a glimpse of her deep green lace at the top of the bag. With that she leaned back and lifted her wine glass with an overly sweet smile.

[amomentxofhappiness]

@wrldofmyown the thing!

Seamus had had a rough week. He hadn't quite fallen off the wagon again but he felt way too close to. He had managed to go to a few NA meetings and talked to his sponsor and his sister was hovering without hovering as much as she could but ultimately, he was a big boy, he had to act like one--at least that's what his inner voice told him (one of them anyway).

So, he did the one thing he hadn't thought of doing in a while and headed to the VA, to see if there were any meetings (he knew they were, he knew the old Nam vets were there, and they were always a blast, they always had a way of make him see things weren't as bad as they felt).

As he made it out though, he bumped into someone he hadn't seen in ages and he had to do a double take--he recognized the shoulders and attitude more than the face. "Uhm, Easton?" Or should he call him by his rank? They weren't deployed anymore. "I'm Lance Corporal Davies, sir."

[ofmythsandfables]

Doctors and nurses came in and out of her room, rushing around and shouting things at each other.

Scalpel! … Bind! … Losing her! … Clear! … Clear! … Clear!

They did their best, and did their best with keeping Xander as informed as possible throughout the process. One staff member noticed that he was also wounded and needed to be checked out, and spoke with Alfred privately about it. Alfred of course already took note of it but is appreciative of the nurse’s private suggestion.

Hours had passed then. Xander is still in the little waiting area across the hall from Selina’s room as the main doctor working on her comes over, a weary look on his face as he dabs at his glistening forehead with a rag. The man looked like he’d been through the wringer but he did his best to steady himself and talk with Xander.

“Ms. Kyle is steady at the moment.” He starts with. “We were able to operate, remove the bullet and patch her up nicely, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t come with its set of complications along the way…”

Taking the rag and dabbing at his neck, he sighs as he goes through the issues he and his team faced. “Her heart rate kept failing.. we found a bleeder we didn’t anticipate while operating.. oxygen levels almost completely depleted.. but luckily, we have gotten her to a steady state. She is lucky to be alive, to be perfectly honest. So now she is resting, and we shall be monitoring her closely, as well as the baby. Especially the baby, not knowing if there’s been any trauma caused to it. In the meantime, sir, I suggest you relax some. It’s been a rough one all around…”

@wrldofmyown

Everything was a blur and muffled as her body went into shock. The room seemed to spin and Selina had a moment of uncertainty as to where she was, she was so disoriented. She barely felt her body being moved or registering being spoken to, but her eyes zoned in on the man above her. The sweetest, deepest blue eyes she’s ever seen staring at her, petrified.

And suddenly, the pain kicked in, and her senses jumped into high gear. Acutely aware now and the pain shot through her body unlike anything else she’d felt before. It was so painful though that it was hard to breathe, to make any sort of sounds without the pain jolting through her.

Blood was everywhere. She could smell it, it was so potent. The only thing anchoring her from losing her shit was Xander talking to her, then shouting at Bruce. Selina never saw him so scared and it made her all the more uneasy in the situation.

“Ba…Baby boy…” She said through gritted teeth. A hand weakly came up to rest on his arm as she tried to calm him down. “Should'a kn-known you…wouldn’t list-listen…” Of course she would try to joke with him as she lie there bleeding out, but that’s just how Selina was.

The pain almost becomes unbearable and Selina feels herself drifting. Her eyes start glazing over and her speech become a little slurred. It’s so hard to keep her eyes open but she tries…

“At least y-you’re ssssafe…baby…”

And then, darkness and silence all at once.

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[wiinestories]

[ 🎼 ] + Polly&Xan ☺️👀

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 [ 🎼 ] + 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝟑-���� 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒) 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂. ||

Luis Miguel - Suave

Scorpions - Send Me An Angel

Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me

Young Miko - CLASSY 101

Lana del Rey - Cherry

[wrld0fmy0wn]

🖤

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: 👀 to steve from arlo uwu

He had been out training all day. Between running, boxing, lifting, whatever form of workout he could get his hands on, he did it. So naturally when Steve came home and after lowly announcing his arrival, he trudged to the bathroom and stripped away his beyond sweaty clothing.

The shower is turned on, a low heat would suffice him for now and just as he steps one foot into the shower, he hears the door opening. "Uh.." Steve stutters after turning to see Arlo staring at him. He blushes, despite the other seeing him with nothing on before... "I uh...I just needed a shower..."

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown

[elpida]

💕

I give youuu @wrldofmyown

Again someone I've adored since even being on my old blog :')

We scream about out muses so much in these dm's that it's second nature when i see something i'm like THIS IS THEM THIS IS THEM SCREAMING and tbh i am screaming because their writing? perfection, their muses? perfection, the love our muses have for each other? more pure than the sun on a clear day tbh.

I JUST KNOW I CAN SHOW UP ANY TIME LIKE *SO I HAD THIS THOUGHT* and the mun is that friendly that it feels completely fine to do that they're just LISTEN THEY'RE REALLY APPROACHABLE AND LOVELY AND IF YOU WANT TO WRITE WITH THEM YOU REALLY SHOULD IT IS SO WORTH IT also, love you lots thanks for putting up with my angsty ass <3 <3

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: [ text — Rory ]: I had a dream about you last night. It was the best damn dream I ever had

[ Easton ]: Oh really? Sharing is caring, in case you weren't aware already...

[ofmythsandfables]

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