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🪷 Malia and Igor bc I do be loving them

🪷 : ̗̀➛ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃/𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝑪 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 .

𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴? 𝘓𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 , 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 , 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.

𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘖𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘺 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘷. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 , 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

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𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘐𝘨𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 - 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘺. 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥  𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶��𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 

𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 

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“ 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯.” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘐𝘨𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. “𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘩?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰” 

𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯  𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 , 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 , 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 

“𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 , 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮. “𝘐𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 

“𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯” 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 . “𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭?” 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. “𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺?” 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 “𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. “𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭” 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 

“𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴? 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯? 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 , 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘵𝘩.

“𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘯”

Ik this is not good but i tried my best🥲🥲 @theglitterymess @goldenlilium-ocs ily x

#igor belikov🦇 #igor x malia #mystery of love sleepover🦋 #aquila’s sleepover 🌕 #aquila’s blurbs📜 #minx🖤

[rookthorne]

this man gave me a smoking kink and I am so pissed off about it.

AND FUCKING LOOK AT THOSE VEINS

FUCKING LOOK AT THEM

I can't even think straight to tell you which Bucky this is, it's too much. help, send hel-

#rookthorne responds #Chi 🖤 #inspo #FOR SOMETHING #YOU LIL MINX

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men - Edging And Making Them Beg

Parings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: smut, MDNI, edging, begging, breeding kink, moaning, whimpering, groaning, teasing, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

You and Dazai were sitting on your couch. You were straddling Dazai's lap while riding his cock. You were both kissing passionately yet aggressively and going at it at a fast pase.

Your hands roam all over his body and his gripped on your ass and would occasionally kiss your neck, nibbling on it. His moans only getting louder when he felt his release coming. You were also at your limit, but you wanted to test something out on your beautiful boyfriend.

"Ah yeah mph-! I'm gonna cum~ you feel so good, Bella~" he moaned.

Before you two could reach your climaxes, you pulled him out of you.He whined from the sudden loss of your wet walls around him. He looked at you with a confused yet worried like expression

"why'd you stop? I was just about to-" he stopped talking when he felt the tip of his cock get rubbed by your wet, warm folds, making him groan.

"You wanna cum, 'samu? Then beg for it" you said with a smirk

He looked at you with wide eyes then smirked "My, my, what a naughty minx you are~ making me beg?"

You only smirked wider as a response. He looks down to see his tip being soaked by ur juices and his precum, only making it harder for him to think properly. The feeling only made him realize that he needed to be back inside you.

"Bella, please let me cum. Please let me cum inside you. I want you so bad it hurts" he begged, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You kissed his lips and slammed his cock back inside you, making you two moan loudly. His head falling back onto the couch cushion. His eyes closed, really taking in how your walls clench around him.

"Mmn~! Yes, Bella ah~! So good! So fucking good~ don't stop please don't stop! Ah! Oh, Bella I'm going to~" he whimpered out loud before you both came together.

Both of you moaned loudly and held onto each other tightly, trembling from the amazing Climax. His forehead rested on your shoulder. You were both trying to catch your breaths as you kissed his cheek and smiled

"Your pretty cute when you beg 'samu"

He chuckles and smiles at you "only for you, my Belladonna. You drive me crazy, but I'd also like to see you beg~"

💚RANPO💚

You and Ranpo were both on your bed. You were on top of him, jumping on his cock at a fast and rough pase. Your hands pressed on his chest and his on your hips. His moans and whimpers were loud, but so was yours.

He really was reaching the deepest parts of you and you were beautifully clenching around him with your wet, warm walls. You were both just about to cum, but an idea popped up in ur mind.

"Mmmn~! Yeah, sugar just like that~ so tight ah~ so warm~ mmn-! Too good~"Just before he was about to reach his limit, you pulled him out of you.

He whined "H-Huh? What are you doing? I was just about to- AAH~!" He cut off his own sentence with a loud moan when you suddenly slammed his dick into your warm walls again.

Before he could cum, you pulled him out of you, making him whine again. "You want to cum Ranpo?" You asked while kissing his neck

He whimpered "y-yeah"

"Then be a good boy and beg" you pulled his hair, making him moan and his cock twitch.

"P-please... I want to cum" he said in a whisper, probably embarrassed that he's begging

You slammed his cock in you again, the sudden feeling made him moan, but you pulled him out of you once again.

"You could do better than that Ranpo~"

"P-please! I want to cum! I need to. Please make me cum-"

You sank yourself into him again and began going at a rough, fast pase. His whimpers were extremely loud and his hands gripped your hips.

He opened his eyes "AH~! Yes sugar MN~ don't stop! please don't, I'm gonna-!"

You both came at the same time, moaning loudly. His hot jizz filling you up and your walls twitching on him. He was breathing heavily as his body was twitching from the intense, pent up orgasm.

You kissed his lips and smiled at him "such a good boy"

💜FYODOR💜

Both of you were on the bed. Fyodor was on top of you and you were beneath him. You were moaning and gripping his shoulders while he was thrusting into you.

"Your so beautiful, myshka~ so breath taking Mmn- squeezing me so tightly~ are you desperate for my cum, moya lyubov'?"

Those words influenced you to abruptly pushed him over and sit on top of him, kissing his neck and chest.

He chuckled "getting confident, Myshka?"

You kissed his lips aggressively and bounced on his hard cock. He smirked into the kiss, amused by the situation, but he felt better than before. His cock was going inside you at a different angle than he's normally used to.

He was letting out breathy moans and groans. You could tell he was loving this, but you wanted to push your dominance a little further. As he was about to cum you slid him off of you.

He looked at you as you smiled "you want more? Beg for it, darling"

He looked at you with dark eyes, almost like a warning, but it changed when you only left the tip of his cock inside you. You could see him gulp a bit. You started to only fuck the head of his cock, leaving the rest of it out of your walls.

Honestly it was enough to make him cum. Even though only the head was inside of you, you could feel him throbbing from the stimulation. He just looked down to where you were both connected, his nails digging into your thighs. You moaned as you held his hips down so he wouldn't thrust upwards. He could feel his release coming, but you took him outside of you before he could.

"Myshka" he said in almost a warning voice, looking at you.

"I can do this all night Fedya~ I think I can get used to seeing you like this~" you smiled at him

He chuckled "your going to regret this later"

"Maybe, but that's not going to make me stop, my love " you smirked "So all you have to do is beg and I'll make you satisfied. It's that easy"

you brought the head of his dick inside you again and slowly moved your hips up and down on it, making him want more.

He sat up and pulled your hair harshly, accidentally sliding his whole cock inside of you, making you moan.

He whispers in your ear "Please, Myshka I want my cum deep inside you. Please make me cum. Your lucky you feel too good to resist" you were satisfied enough with his begging to start jumping on him again.

His grip on your hair tightening from the arousal. He started to groan louder, he didn't know he needed to cum this bad.

"Don't you dare stop, Myshka Mnnn~! Please dont- mph-"

"I don't think i can even if i wanted to- ah~! I'm going to-"

He slammed your hips onto him, making sure to shoot his cum deep inside you, both of you moaned and held each other tightly. You saw stars as you were calming down from your climax as he was taking in this amazing release, finally getting what he wanted.

You both laid your backs on the bed, breathing slightly rapidly. "That felt amazing" you said looking at him

He smiled "it was moya lyubov'" he chuckles "But I did say you'd regret this later, so be prepared"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were jumping up and down on Atsushi's cock on your bed. His grip on your hips were tight and his whimpers and moans were making you wet. The tightness of your cunt and your moans only made him throb inside you, which made you feel better. God he turned you on so much.

"Your so beautiful y/n~ you feel so good~" he whimpered.

You could tell he was about to be at his limit, so you pulled him out of you. You wanted to see him beg, even if it's cruel, you just wanted to see him begging to cum.

He looked at you surprised and confused. You were just about to tell him to beg, but he cut you off

"W-why'd you stop? P-please it felt so good" he paused for a second, looking away from you with blushed cheeks, getting embarrassed.

You didn't even need to tell him to beg. He was already doing it.

"I need more of you y/n. I want to cum so badly inside of you P-please keep going-" you made him stopped his begging with a loud whimper when you began bouncing on his cock again.

You could feel his cock twitch more aggressively than it did before, making you more wet. The tip hitting your g spot over and over, bringing you closer to your release. Both you hugged each other tightly, the pleasure being too much.

"Y/n! Yes It feels so good! Mph-! Too good, i-im about to- mmn~!"You both came together, moaning out loud and twitching.

His hot cum coating your walls. You wanted to stay like this forever and I'm sure he would too.

"You were so good, Atsushi" you kissed his cheek and pet his hair

His breathing was shaky and harsh, but he looked into your eyes lovingly and kissed you. He then laid his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

His arms still wrapped around your body "i love you so much"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were riding on Chuuya's dick on your couch. He laid his head all the way back while moaning, slightly thrusting his hips upwards to be deeper inside of you.

His hands were on your waist and your hands laid on his shoulders. Your moans only fueled his pleasure and encouraged him to thrust into you faster.

"Mmn~! So good~ god your so sexy~ mph- faster, doll~" he moaned

After awhile, you could tell he was about to cum, but before he did you pulled him out of you. You always wanted to edge him to see him beg, so this was the perfect opportunity.

"Huh? Why'd you pull me out, doll?" He looked at you confused

"I'll let you cum as long as you beg for it" you smirked

"W-what? No I'm not gonna beg!" He looked at you with disbelief

You crossed your arms "Then I guess you won't cum" you were just about to get off of him but he held onto your wrists

"Wait! Damnit.." he looked into your eyes with a pleading look. He knew you were bratty enough to actually just leave him there unsatisfied

"well? Come on, Chuuya. I promise you won't regret it~"

He looked away with a scowl and blushed cheeks

"P-please.. I need you. I need you so bad" he looks at you "Please make me cum, doll"

You smiled at him "well how can I say no when you beg like that?"

You then instantly rammed his dick back inside you. His head falling back into the cushion, groaning loudly. You moaned as well while jumping on his cock at a rough pase.

"F-fuck! Yes ah~! Don't stop Mmn~ I'm gonna cum so fucking much~! Just how you like it~"

He grabbed your hips and thrusted upwards into you aggressively. His cock hitting deeper than it did before. Your limit hitting you with one last thrust as you felt Chuuya's sticky cum shoot inside you.

Both of you moaned from your stimulation. It felt incredible. You were catching your breath as you laid limp on his body, your chin laying on his shoulder.

He gently grabbed your hips and brought them towards his, slamming his cock back inside you, both of you moaning.

He smirked "This time I'll make you beg"

#bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd ranpo #bsd atsushi #bungo stray dogs dazai #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #BSD smut #Atsushi smut #Ranpo smut #Dazai smut #Fyodor smut #Bungo stray dogs smut #BSD Dazai #Dazai x reader #Ranpo x reader #Atsushi x reader #Chuuya x reader #Fyodor x reader #dazai x reader smut #Chuuya x reader smut #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara

[theemporium]

could you write something where the marauders are tired of seeing you and Remus pinning each other down with long stares and small smiles and decide to arrange a blind date? Love your writing 💓

thank you!! and thank you for requesting!🖤

.

“C’mon, it will be fun!”

You sighed. “Lily, I don’t know—”

“When have I ever let you astray?”

And she had a point, but that didn’t make her suggestion anymore appealing. You had assumed today would be one of your usual catch ups, cups of coffee in your hands as you sat underneath a tree near the lake. It had been a tradition every Saturday that started back in your third year of school, and you had yet to break it.

You should have known something was different when Lily asked to meet an hour earlier, a glint in her eyes that should have been your first warning.

Now, sat across from the redhead, you realised what she had up her sleeve. Since the moment she took her place across from you, she had been all but begging for you to accept a blind date planned by her. You were sceptical. Hell, you didn’t want to do it all. And there was one reason why.

“Lily, you know—” But she interrupted you before you could continue.

“Yeah, yeah, you have fancied him for this many years and blah, blah, blah,” she rolled her eyes before shooting you a look. “Are you ever going to tell him?”

You blinked. “Well, no.”

“Then what’s the harm in one date!” Lily countered, grinning like a devil. “I’ll give you the choice: either tell Remus how you feel or go on this one date.”

You glared at her. “You’re evil.”

“So I’ve been told,” she shrugged shamelessly. “So, which one is it?”

“Fine,” you sighed as she cheered. “When is the date?”

“Tonight!”

Around two hours later after Lily had dragged you back to the castle to change into something more appropriate, you found yourself making your way towards Hogsmeade for this blind date.

You were nervous. Not even nervous, you were ready to spill your guts and bolt the first chance you got. You don’t do blind dates. You barely do dates themselves. And here you were, about to walk into the Three Broomsticks to meet a date who you didn’t know anything about, except Lily telling you that ‘you’ll know when you see him’.

So, imagine your surprise when you walked in and the other person remotely around your age was none other than Remus Lupin himself.

You stood in the doorway, blinking at the sight of Remus sitting in one of the booths, his fingers nervously tapping along the table as he muttered away to himself. He glanced down at his watch, before he lifted his head to look towards the door—and then he saw you.

Remus saying your name snapped you out of your daze.

Your body moved on its own accord, taking each step closer and closer to the booth he was sitting in before you paused right in front of him. You looked at him, really looked at him, and it all clicked.

“You’re here for a blind date,” you stated as a fact, not even questioning him.

“I—” he paused, his brows furrowed together. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. How did you know?”

Lily, you little meddling minx.

You gave him a strained smile. “I’m your date.”

Remus’ lips parted to make an ‘o’ shape.

Your stomach twisted when he fell silent and you quickly took a step away from the booth. “I’ll just go,” you said quickly, your nails digging into your palm as you did. “This was a mistake—”

Remus’ eyes widened and he quickly scrambled up from his seat, his knees hitting the table as he did. “No!”

You paused. “No?”

“No,” he breathed out, his cheeks flushing pink as he flashed you a shy smile. “I…I’m glad it’s you.”

Your eyes softened. “You are?”

“To be honest, I thought James and Sirius were setting me up,” he confessed. “I thought this was just some ploy to get over you.”

“Get over me?” you questioned.

“Yeah,” he blushed. “I, uh, kinda fancy you.”

“I kinda fancy you too,” you admitted, something in your chest tightening as you watched his face break out into a wide smile.

“Do you think that means I can tempt you to stay for a drink?” he asked, a little more confident.

But you just grinned back. “Yeah, I think it does.”

.

#remus lupin #marauders #harry potter #hp #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fic #remus lupin one shot #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders fic #marauders oneshot #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter fic #harry potter one shot #hp x reader #hp x you #hp x y/n #hp fic #hp one shot

[justpearlysworld]

Hi. I just found your blog. Price's writings made my day (well, night but meh).

Could I have a jealous Rudy or Price (or both if possible)? Like someone is flirting with the reader or something. It's a plus if there's nsfw at the end. Just if you're alright with it, of course.

Have a good day and have fun!

Thanks🖤🖤🖤

~🐈‍⬛

sorry about the wait!! sidenote, i’m going to do this in two parts b/c i’ve been slacking and i’ll never get it done if i do one whole part😭 thank you for your request! 🐻‍❄️

note: this was the dress i had in mind for the reader

MDNI!

(cw!! swearing, violence ,man in the story gets handsy w reader, f!reader)

jealous!price showing reader that she’s his (part 1)

a favorite past time of the crew is to go out for drinks following a mission. maybe it’s a way to celebrate a job well done, or simply a break after a mission that may have gone south.

nevertheless, you loved going out with your boys! it was much nicer to get closer to them more personally than professionally.

not only was it a time to celebrate with friends, but it was also time that you could be spending with john!

john. he was your other half. your partner in crime. your everything. not a day went by that you didn’t thank your lucky stars to be in the planet with him another day

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“love? we’re heading out in 5. are you almost ready?”

you smile at the sound of your man’s voice and turn around. you gaze at him, adoringly as you make your way over to him.

“i am! you look so handsome today, might have to fend off some people tonight if you step out like that”

price lets out a hearty laugh and grips your waist. you throw your arms around his neck and meet his lips in sweet kiss.

“easy for you to say. you look so fucking beautiful love. we could just skip out on drinks and you could left me fuck you”

you blush and go in for another kiss. he leans in but you fake him out. you slip out of his grip and walk towards the door.

“not tonight handsome. maybe if you’re good” you let out a giggle

“little minx” he states with a jokingly-annoyed scowl.

you two make your way out the door and to the exit of the base. just behind the doors, kyle, johnny, and simon wait for you guys.

you wave at the boys sweetly and smile.

“are we ready to go?”

“ ‘ave been! we’ve been waitin’ on you two!” soap spoke with a smirk.

you roll your eyes playfully and shake your head.

“well we’re here now! let’s go!”

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

the boys had set up shop at one of the high tables near the bar. soap had gone off to order a round for the whole table while the rest of you settled in.

you took the seat next to price and in between gaz. simon and johnny sat opposite you guys.

“back with the y’re drinks!” announced soap

you giggled at his tone and took your bottle. soap raised his bottle and extended his arm towards the center of the table.

“for making it back another day. cheers!”

you all clink your bottles in agreement and drink.

after about 10 minutes, gaz had called for another round and went up to retrieve the drinks.

“hey baby? i need to use the restroom i’ll be back in a second,” you said to john. he nodded and turned back to continue his conversation with soap.

you stood up and smoothed your dress out and made your way to the bathroom.

as you were walking, you could hear some comments being made about you by a few men seated at the bar. you let disgust run through on your face but you opted to not make a big deal about it. you entered the restroom and did your business. you washed your hands and touched up your hair as well. you smoothed your dress out one more time an dented the restroom.

before even taking two steps out of the room, you’re cornered by a tall man. ( who is not as tall as your man) you gaz up at his eyes and look away from him.

“excuse me.” you say as you try to slip past him

“no, excuse me, pretty lady. couldn’t help but notice the way your pretty ass looked while you walked by.” he put on a smirk and puffed his chest out to look more muscular.

you try and take a step back to widen the distance but he took another step forward. you frowned and stared at him blankly.

“i’m in a relationship. please leave me alone.”

“where is he? i don’t see a man.” you feel anger surge inside yourself but once again, choose to stay as calm as possible

“i don’t need to explain myself to you. move out of my way please.”

“what kind of man is he to let you walk around outside by yourself? much less wear this pretty little number?” he let his hands fall on your shoulder and trail down your exposed collarbone.

from a distance, gaz could see you speaking with someone, albeit not voluntarily. you looked uncomfortable and your eyes kept darting around everywhere but the man.

gaz tapped price on the back. price holds his hand up to continue listening to soap but gaz taps him again. price turns his head to give gaz a piece of his mind but stops when he sees the expression gaz is sporting. gaz points at the altercation between you and the man and price looks on.

“captain, you should probably do something about that.”

price turns to see you trying to escape this guys grasp. he quickly stands up and stomps his way over to the scene.

you had enough and tried hitting the man but he caught your hands.

“you don’t need to be such a bitch, you know? men don’t like bitchy women.”

before you could make another move, price is behind this guy. he rips his hands off of you and pushes the man into the wall.

“who the bloody hell do you think you are?

the man sizes him up but sees the obvious height and build difference. he steps back and hold his hands up in defense.

“hey man, i was just talking to her. nothing bad!”

“bullshit. i saw you touch her.”

the man backs up into the corner and looks for some sort of response.

“give me one reason why i shouldn’t cave your skull in right now.”

john was fuming. his fists clenched in rage and he started to close in on the man.

you grip his bicep and pull him back a little bit.

“john, it’s not worth it. can we please just leave?”

before the the situation could truly fizzle out, price quickly turned around and punched the man square in the face. the force of the punch had knocked the man’s body back into the wall. his nose began bleeding as well.

patrons around the bar had witnessed the incident and had silenced. gaz, soap, and ghost had crowded you two.

“holy hell capt’n! really gave it to ‘im” soap looked like he was holding back a laugh.

your turned to him and narrowed your eyes.

“don’t encourage him.”

you tugged price again but he remained unmoving. he crouched down and spoke to the poor bastard one-on-one.

“learn to keep your hands off what’s not yours.”

#modern warfare 2 #x reader #call of duty #reader insert #pearlyswords^~^ #john price x reader smut #john price x reader #🐈‍⬛nonnie<3

[chapel-of-rizztual]

140 with special and cowbell seeing as you were having thoughts about them 🖤

I am very normal about them I promise

Special woke up overly hot with something even hotter pressed into his side. He blinks into the darkness trying to clear the sleep fog from his mind. It had to be early, with how dark it still was he’d say it couldn’t any earlier then 6am. 

Next to him, Cowbell shuffles, cuddling deeper into him. He had his head resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his hip. They were both still naked from their activities last time and the heat radiating off him had Special sweating. 

He runs his fingers through Cowbell’s hair, scratching at the base of his horns making Cowbell hum in his sleep and shuffle around until his face was buried in Special’s neck. 

“Why are you awake this early?” He mumbles into his neck. 

Special pressed his face into Cowbell’s sweat damp hair and inhales his rich earthy scent. 

“You, my love. You’re burning up.” He presses the back of his hand to his forehead. “Are you going into heat?”

Cowbell shakes his head in his neck.  “No. But I was having a very good dream.” He rolls his hips down, pushing his wet cunt into Special’s hipbone. 

“Oh, that was a good dream, huh?” Special feels his cock fattening up on his hip as he runs a hand down Cowbell’s back, pulling at his tail making him arch his back with a moan. 

Cowbell give a little nip to his neck with a chirp. “Don’t tease me, you bully.” His tail come to wrap around Special’s wrist. “Are you going to take advantage of having an incredibly horny wet ghoul almost on top of you or are you going to be boring  and go back to sleep. 

Special let’s out a growl, grabbing Cowbell by his hips and pulling on top of him. Cowbell let’s himself be pull on top of Special with a squeak and braces himself with two hands at either of special's head. 

He gives him a cheeky grin and leans down to press a simple peck to his lips. “Hi, daddy.” 

Special rolls his eyes, squeezing at Cowbell’s hips. “Enough of that, you minx.” He rolls his hips upwards, feeling the head of his cock slip through Cowbell’s slick folds making them both moan. 

“I can’t believe how wet you are already.” Special gasps out. “I’ve hardly done anything and you’re already dripping.” 

Cowbell whines, arching his back even more.  “Put it in, please, daddy.” 

Special growls again angling his hips just right so his cock lines up with Cowbell’s entrance and pulls him down onto him. They both groan as Cowbell sinks down into him. 

Cowbell moves his hips in figure eights, grinding himself down on his cock, hitting that good spot inside him that makes him see starts behind his eyes. 

“Ah, fuck, Bell.” Special groans out, his back arching off the bed. “You feel so good, baby.” His hands run up Cowbell’s thighs, higher and higher, until his thumb dips between his folds and rubs over his clit. 

Cowbell moan, his hands running up Special’s chest, lifting himself off his cock and sinking back down onto him. 

“That feel good, baby? You like me playing with your little dick?” Special thumbs over his clit harder as Cowbell starts bouncing on his cock. 

He whine and nods, supporting himself on Special’s chest.  “Fuck, look at how wet you are, getting me soaked, baby.” 

Cowbell falls forward so his face is buried back in  Special's neck. Special grabs at the base of his tail and uses it to guide him and he thrusts upwards into him at a rapid speed. 

“Common, baby. I know you can get even wetter. Need to have to soaking my thighs, need to smell of you so the rest of the ghouls know who I belong to.” 

Cowbell sits back up, leaning back and gripping at Special’s thighs behind him, swivelling his hips in circles. 

“Yeah? Gunna get you so wet, claim you as mine. Even the humans will be able to smell me on you and know who you belong to.” 

Special groans, thumbing over Cowbell’s clit again. “Yeah, common baby. Make a mess, make me yours.” 

#thanks for the ask!! #ficlet #ask game #ask me stuff #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #special ghoul #cowbell ghoul #anonymous #my writing

[lepus-arcticus]

the after

Many years ago, before kids and between jobs, I was called upon to housesit for a friend. She lived in a picturesque little town nestled in the Rockies. During the day, I'd walk her sweet, shy dog along the river, work on my writing, and drink countless cups of organic coffee at the local hippie cafe. At night, I'd settle into bed with my laptop and trawl tumblr for pretty pictures of my newest obsession--Agents Mulder and Scully. Inevitably, I discovered fanfiction. I hadn't read a word of fic in my life, so I poked around for a good source on where to start.

Reader, I don't believe that I closed the tab containing @txf-fic-chicks-blog for weeks. Thanks for the recommendations, angels, and happy anniversary. 🖤

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Many hundreds of years later, after the horrors, the visitations, the lights and the wars; after the brilliant and incandescent violence of nuclear Armageddon, after the collapse and the cold and beyond the end of everything, Scully woke Mulder with a kiss. 

Even now, he was a light sleeper. He opened his eyes. 

Any semblance of Scully’s mortal vanity had long since dissolved, but there was nothing to be done about it–she would always be beautiful. She wore her copper hair cropped close to her head, and proud, tawny freckles lay spattered across her cheeks. Her eyes were still as blue as a new star. 

“Happy turning day,” she smiled, setting a mug on the side table. He caught a whiff of the contents. Rich. Heady. Intoxicating.

“Don’t know why you still keep track of these things. It’s been centuries,” he mumbled, playing at sleepiness. He wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her down beside him on the mattress. “And I don’t know why,” he continued, nosing at her neck, where her pulse quivered provocatively, “you thought to bring me my celebratory meal in a mug, when you know how much I prefer it straight from the source.” 

She giggled. Minx. 

He nipped her, but not hard enough to draw blood. He’d learned quickly after his turning that he very much liked to play with his food. 

“I like to remember,” she said tenderly, wiggling her bottom against his crotch. “I like thinking of you seeking them out, asking them to make you what you are. I like… remembering what you sacrificed to stay with me. It matters. Today matters to me.” 

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” he said. 

An airship passed by the window, the marshmallow-white canvas turned kaleidoscopic by the stained glass. Scully’d had a phase a few decades ago, and there wasn’t a single window that had escaped. Extinct flowers, whales, even a Mary, that pet deity of hers from the before times. They lived in a house of dancing light and colour. 

She turned in his arms, and he kissed her. The gardens would be tended to later, the rain collected and purified, the daily communications and reports beamed to the other eternals. But just then, there was an anniversary to be celebrated. There was sweat, tears, blood, and seed to be shared. 

The world was not dead, and love, of course, was immortal.

[theonewhospeaksinweird]

🖤💜Protecting (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 2💜🖤

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted) 

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal 

I KNOW it's been at least 2 months since I posted the first part of this, but here it is!~ I love Katakuri sooo much, if you couldn't tell, and I just kept writing, so this turned into a 3 parter!~ But BEFORE you curse my existence and get your Mogura, I already have it done!~ Literally fully completed, I just have to post it after this one.~ And I decided that your reward for waiting so long for this series was some ✨spicy✨ times.~ So expect that in part 3.~ Also, I'm so shocked at the amount of likes I got on the first part??~ Almost 70 likes??~ You guys are too much.~ Hope you like it!~ Mwah mwah, darlings!~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 - -> Part 3

Dread set in as everyone realized the untimely situation. We still had to deal with Bege and the Strawhats, and the last thing we needed was a raging Big Mom. I felt Katakuri's grip tighten on me as I let my emotions drift into him. I was scared and tired, wanting nothing more than to stay in my husband's strong and safe arms. Perospero stood there, thinking of a plan, and when his gaze landed on me, he perked up. He seemed reluctant to ask me due to Katakuri's possessive hold on me, but when our eyes met I had an idea of what he wanted from me. This was part of my job in the family, to help Mama calm down during her hunger pangs even if it was dangerous. 

"Ah, Y/N? I'm sorry to ask this of you after the kind of day you've had, but", a nervous glance to Katakuri whose intense gaze slid to him the moment he addressed me, "would you help me out in calming Mama down? I have an idea that might work, but she seems a bit angrier than usual this time around, lick." Perospero's confidence dwindled the longer he stood under Katakuri's piercing gaze until I lifted my hand to lay it on my husband's shoulder. He focused on my soft face and quietly huffed before kneeling down to gently place me on my feet. Before he could make any threats, I snuck a quick peck on his nose, and grabbed Perospero's hand to run off. 

"Kekeke, quite the little minx you've become with our brother.~" He glances back. "He's become a lickity blushing mess.~ I can tell even if he pulls up his scarf.~" A large wail followed by a nearby building being crushed brought us back to the grim reality of our task. Perospero put up a candy wall to keep us from being crushed as he explained his plan. 

"We have three major problems right now and Mama is one of them. Katakuri is going to ambush the Strawhats on their ship while some of our brothers and sisters go after Bege. I want to get rid of Strawhat first and foremost, so let's set Mama's sights on him by telling her he has her wedding cake. This will give us a little time to figure out how to make the cake, though. . .", he trails off and tugs at his collar, "you know how Mama is with people who lie to her. Even if it's one of us. So, if this doesn't work out, you and I will be killed by Mama if that cake isn't made in time." That fact made me nervous, but Perospero looked even more scared than I felt. Mama liked me well enough, but I know she wouldn't think twice about killing me since I've seen her kill some of her own children before. As much as I loved Katakuri, that was something I hated about his mother. My gaze drops down to the mochi bracelet around my wrist, focusing on the emotions of my love. 

Worry. Simmering anger. Determination. Resolve. I had to be steadfast like Katakuri and play my part in keeping everyone safe. I felt like I had the same responsibility as Katakuri, taking on the role of a protective big sister since I was his wife. I could see my antennae change to a deep red. My desire to succeed was rooted in my love for Katakuri. With a shake of my head, I straightened up and threw my lollipop to the ground before going around Perospero's candy shield to march towards the rampaging Yonko. A frantic scream sounded from the brother behind me as he ran up to my side and put on a wide smile with me as he called out to Mama. 

We both shook as he convinced her with words while I coaxed her with a little emotion and thought nudging. Despite being such a feared pirate, Big Mom’s mind was easy to influence, like a child’s, which matched some of her behavior at times. The feeling of everyone watching us with bated breaths, and the direct tap of Katakuri's own worry made this all the more pressuring. The two of us just about fainted at her terrifying aura, purple taking over my previous red, as she promised to take our lives if we were lying before leaping onto Zeus and racing off towards the seducing wood. Not a moment after she was out of sight did Perospero and I share a glance before wailing out in fear. He fell to his knees on the ground, and I was heading to follow suit if Katakuri hadn't swooped in to pick me up off my feet again. I felt even more drained than before, but the love and comfort coming from my beloved husband and the few head caresses he was willing to give me in public made everything worth it. I trusted him to help me make sure everything worked out.

As Perospero fell further into despair about our current situation, a familiar voice from above called out to us. Peeking over my husband's shoulder until he turned around, I saw Pudding on her magic carpet. 

"I'll make Mama's cake!" She proclaimed, and Perospero just about cried tears of joy at those four words. As she explained her plan of recruiting Chiffon to help her remake Mama's cake on Cacao Island, I knew the little time I had with Katakuri was coming to an end. Soon, he would be locked in a heated battle with Strawhat Luffy. Staring up at my husband's serious face as he listened to Pudding and everyone else, I took to admiring every perfect line and curve of his face that I could see. After so many years, I didn't even need to see the rest of his face to visualize it under his scarf. The tips of my antennae drooped into my vision, and I could see them lit up with a dark pink. With a small, embarrassed jolt, I covered the exposing appendages with my hands as the conversation came to an end. 

I could hear and feel my husband’s amused chuckle at my embarrassment, making me flush further. This brought my attention to the tattling bracelet around my wrist, making me contemplate its importance right now. My emotions were all over the place and have already distracted him enough today. With pursed lips, I tugged at the mochi bracelet around my wrist. In an instant, Katakuri's full attention was on me, and his hand was preventing my own from completing its task. 

"What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice, ignoring the gazes of his younger siblings around us. To everyone else, he sounded angry, but I felt he was just apprehensive and confused. I smiled and lifted his gloved hand to my lips for a soft kiss to his knuckles, which elicited a few 'aww's, before continuing to move the bracelet to my hair as a hair tie, which he allowed this time. 

"I've worried you enough today, dear. You're about to enter a big fight, and I don't want to trouble you anymore. It's close enough to still feel my presence, but not my emotions unless you wish. You can focus on it for strength, if you need to. I'm sure I'm worrying over nothing again, but I'd rather be safe than sorry." With a soft smile and a peck to his cheek, I pat his muscled arm to be let down. Through my touch I could feel his unease and dissatisfaction at my words, but other than that, the only indication that my actions had bothered him was another crease in between his ever furrowed eyebrows. I knew he didn’t like this plan. He knew I didn’t like this plan either. But it was a necessary precaution, one taken to further ensure victory and protect the family. We held each other’s challenging gazes for a few bated breaths until Katakuri relented. He uncrosses his arms a bit, but before he could bend over to let me down closer to the ground, I slipped through the given gap, landed briefly on the spike band sticking out from his left knee and hopped to the ground. 

"I'll stay here with Mont d'Or and Pekoms to stay out of you guys’ way. I'm sure they can protect me if something happens, right, boys?" I smile wide and hook my arms through one of each of theirs, causing them to puff out their chests and proudly agree. 

"You guys just do your best, as always!" The dark pink of my antennae shifted to a burnt orange to show my low tempo joy and determination. Even though my bones ached with exhaustion, I took a deep breath and started to radiate feelings of rejuvenation and conviction for everyone as a boost. After I did so for a minute, I let my arm slip from Mont d'Or so I could subtly lean more into Pekoms' soft fur, who easily held me steady. As I lifted my heavy eyes, I could see Katakuri observing me closely before closing his eyes and turning away. Nothing got past him. 

"That's enough time wasted here. Get a move on to the positions you've been assigned. Every second lost is a lesser chance of victory, but we will win." Everyone, invigorated by my powers and inspired by Katakuri's brief speech, gave out a battle cry and ran off to do as they were told. As everyone dispersed, Pekoms wrapped an arm around my waist, and helped me follow Mont d'Or and Tamago to where they'd be working from. 

As I sat down and continued to rest against Pekoms, I thought about what happened earlier with that odd forcefield when I was about to be crushed. It had to have come from me since I felt the energy output of it, but I've never done that before. Maybe this was the awakening that Katakuri has been trying to draw out of me all this time, and it only just came out then because I was in real danger for the first time in my life. Of course, I've been in danger before, but ever since I married Katakuri, I've felt comfortably confident in my safety. I'd have to look into this development later.

With everything happening I didn't know when I'd be able to rest again, so I was going to take the opportunity while I had it. My gloves were starting to make my anxious hands sweaty, so I tugged them off and stuffed them into a pocket on my dress. A yawn escaped me as I snuggled more into Pekoms’ side and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

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Unsure of how long I'd been asleep for, I woke up with a start to the sound of someone crying. I sat up from the piece of sponge cake I had been settled on during my nap to look around for the culprit. It was Pekoms, and he seemed truly upset by something. The sight of one of my friends crying like that woke me up quickly. With a frown and dark blue antennae, I stood up and rushed over to the sobbing lion to comfort him. Once he realized it was me, he instantly dropped to his knees to envelope me in a tight hug. Before I could even open my mouth to ask what the matter was, he beat me to it.  

"My brother! He's gone! How could this happen?! Gyah! Big bro Pedro!" My arms wrapped around his fluffy afro as I cooed at him in consolation. Without my gloves on, I could feel the full force of Pekoms' sorrow, and it cut deeply through me in my groggy state. Fat tears, the same as his, rolled down my cheeks until I managed to control the reception of emotions, yet it still left me sniffling and letting out a few tears. Normally, I'd try to calm the person down and make them calmer, but this was a hurt that needed to be let out naturally. It felt wrong to subdue the grief he felt for, what seemed like, the death of a very close person in his life. I looked over to the chicken form of Tamago, eyes still watery.

"Tamago-san, what happened?" My voice shook as I spoke, not able to completely dismiss my self-inflicted sadness. The teacup wearing man tutted as he walked towards me, using a wing to wipe my face of tears. 

"Ah, do not cry-amour, tears do not suit your face, bon. Unfortunately, Pekoms' brother, Pedro, died aiding the Strawhats' escape from the island. He blew himself up to free their ship of Perospero-sama's candy, bon. From what I heard he took part of Perospero-sama's arm with him. " My breath hitched in horror at the information and loss from both sides as Pekoms cried even harder upon hearing the news again. Enemy or not, losing someone close to you is always hard. Not to mention Perospero’s loss as well.

"Shut up already! He was our enemy! He knew the risks of helping those Strawhats fight a Yonko’s crew! And what about Perospero?! Half his arm is gone!" I snapped my head towards Mont d'Or with a tear-stained glare and dark purple antennae for his insensitive comment which had him shying behind the giant book he held. I understood that he was an enemy, but that didn’t negate the fact that Pekoms knew and cared for him. Nothing was black and white in this world, especially family. Fortunately, Tamago was partially on our side, and engaged Mont d'Or's complaint. Not wanting my irritation to upset Pekoms any further, I took a few deep breaths, cleared my mind and continued to hug his head to my shoulder. Slowly, the deep purple faded back into a light blue.

"I'm so sorry, Pekoms. I understand what it's like to lose someone so close to you. If you need anything, I'll help you in any way I can." He didn't say anything, but nodded a little against my shoulder. I stood there silently after my condolences, tuning out Tamago and Mont d'Or's continued argument in favor of comforting Pekoms to the best of my abilities.

After a while, his sobs waned to sniffles, and from there he finally loosened his hold on me and leaned back to look at me. My exposed shoulder was drenched from tears, but I paid that no mind as I lifted his glasses and wiped the tears from his black, beady eyes. I offered a sad smile. 

"Sorry for cry-" Before he could even think of finishing that sentence, I shushed him with a finger. 

"You have nothing to be sorry about. What happened was horrible. Even if he was technically an enemy", a swift, bombastic side eye to Mont d'Or, who cowered again under my returned scolding gaze, "he was still your brother. I'm sure he still saw you as his brother even if you two had different ideals and paths in life." My speech earned an appreciative smile from Pekoms as he nodded and stood up. He took on a thoughtful look as he stared out towards the Seducing Forest. I just stayed next to him, thinking over all the events of the day. 

"Y/N? Would you like to come with me to, uh, look around for any more injured people?" Pekoms’ somber and rough voice roused me from my thoughts yet again. That was an odd and random request, but I suppose he just needed something to do and focus on to distract himself. I was still a little tired, but I didn’t want to leave Pekoms alone.

"Of course, we need to find some first aid kits first, though." With an absent nod from him, I told the other two where we were off to, and Pekoms led me into the ruined city. The river of cream that had flowed freely earlier was now just a sludge that thickly coated the ground. Even though I was already a mess, I still held up the edge of my dress to prevent any further damage. 

We stop by the abandoned hospital for two first aid kits before setting off back through the city in silence. I had tripped a few too many times over debris and thick cream puddles, prompting Pekoms to grab hold of my bare hand. I tried not to focus on his swirling emotions out of courtesy, but I could tell easily that the most prominent one was uncertainty. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Pekoms stopped in his tracks and spoke up again.

"Y/N, what would you do if you knew someone was going to betray the family?" Stopping at both his halt and question, it took me a moment to understand why he would ask it. My e/c eyes stared at his triangular sunglasses, feeling out his emotions more deeply as I did. I felt his anguish, guilt, nervousness yet a flaring storm of conviction was starting to overshadow the aforementioned uncertainty. It was clear what he wanted to do, and I was in no position to talk him out of it. 

This is where I had to choose between my morality and true loyalty to Big Mom. Pedro was his family before we were, and I couldn’t ask him not to fight for the people that his brother died to protect. All the Strawhats wanted was their crew member back, a crew member that we took from them. All in all, I swore my loyalty and life to Katakuri, not Big Mom, and I knew he would understand any decision I made.

"I think that each person has their own values that they must hold steadfast to in any circumstance. Even if they conflict with other parts of our lives. Something you must ask yourself, though, is if you're willing to put your life on the line for those values and face any consequences that come with them." A beat of silence passed between us as I let my words soak in. I stepped towards Pekoms and wrapped my arms around him tightly, and he reciprocated. The warmth of his fur tickled a smile onto my face, lighting up my antennae yellow.

"I'll always think of you as my family, Pekoms, even if you leave us. Besides," I look up at him and give him a little wink, "believe it or not, Katakuri and I don't always tell the family everything if it doesn't affect them." Pekoms' lip quivered for a few seconds before starting up a new fountain of tears while hugging me even tighter. 

"Gyah! I knew you were my favorite for a reason, Y/N! Thank you so much!" I wheezed out a laugh, happily squeezing him back as my yellow shifted into a peachy orange. This felt like the right decision. 

Once Pekoms calmed down, we made our way to the ruined chateau once again. No one but the more prominent siblings in the family knew this, but Brulee had a mirror in her room in the chateau that she always keeps open. Whenever she was in the Mirro-World, anyone could access it through that mirror without her being present. It was useful for when we had meetings there, though we still needed Brulee to leave out of a different mirror. 

It was tough figuring out where her room was now that the whole building was ruined and skewered on the city's tallest buildings, but after an hour of searching, we figured it out and stood before the mirror. Miraculously, it wasn't cracked, but we did have to sit it back up for us to enter. Pekoms abandoned his first aid kit, on the checkered floor but I kept mine in case we came across someone who was injured. The only news we've heard so far has been a report of the Straw Hat's ship sinking and the defeat of Germa 66, so I wanted to be prepared. Pekoms lost a bit of his drive at those disheartening reports, but refused to give up just yet. Before I could wander off, Pekoms stopped me with a paw to my shoulder.

"Listen, Y/N. I know you said you wouldn't tell anyone about me, uh, following my values, but I also don't want you to be labeled as a traitor because of me. I know you love Katakuri, and I want you two to be happy. That being said, if push comes to shove, I don't want you to associate with anything I do from here on out. I'll even act like I took you hostage if I need to! Gyah!" He clenched his fist in front of him as he declared this, making me smile and pat his arm. 

"Don't worry, Pekoms, I'll be fine. I promise." Looking around, the winding and twisting walkways of the Mirro-World had me a bit lost. I had only been through here with a guide that knew where they were going. Luckily, Pekoms seemed to know what he was doing as he turned around to face the large mirror we just came through. 

"Hey mirror, who all is in the Mirro-World?" The mirror, to my surprise, answered. 

"Brulee, Katakuri, Flampe and a man in a straw hat are currently here!" I perked up upon hearing that Katakuri was still here with Strawhat Luffy. It's been a couple of hours since we heard the reports of the sunken Straw Hat's ship and Germa 66's defeat on Pekoms' transponder snail. Though, now it seemed that Strawhat was living up to his bounty and more. I was tempted to touch the bracelet in my hair but refrained. If Luffy was holding his own against my unrivaled husband, then it must require focus. I couldn’t let my own selfish whims worry him again. 

“Pekoms, what were you planning on doing here? Although Strawhat has held out for this long, he seems to be struggling against Kata, and if he loses, anything you do could be for naught.” Even with his sunglasses on, I could tell that Pekoms was worried as he thought out his first course of action. It was hard for me to believe that Katakuri would lose, so the most the mink could do was aid in Strawhat Luffy’s escape when the time came. Before Pekoms could think up a plan of anything, his transponder snail woke and started a ruckus. 

“Strawhat Luffy is in Chips Town!”

“No, he’s in Chockfull Town!” 

“Green Town!”

Island after island gave reports of sightings of Strawhat Luffy appearing all over Tottoland. The fact that he was running around so many islands meant that he had Brulee, for the second time to my understanding, and was running from his fight with Katakuri. Pekoms seemed relieved to even hear that he was alive and kicking even if he was running for his life. To me, this news meant that Katakuri was stuck here in the Mirro-world just like us until Brulee was freed. 

Just thinking about him spiked the craving of my husband’s feelings thrumming through my body. I had gotten so used to knowing the inner workings of his heart that I felt half empty without them. Without him, my nerves felt too open and vulnerable, so I shakily took out my gloves from my pocket and tugged them on. The anxiousness dimmed my bright antennae. Pekoms started to cheer which drew my attention to him and away from the remounting worries plaguing the edges of my mind.

“Gyah! I knew he would survive! He may be a bit stupid, but even he knows when to pick and choose his battles!” The mink turned to me with a wide smile and grabbed my shoulders. With his paws in contact with my bare shoulders, I could feel his strong relief and fierce motivation which brightened me back up. That was how I felt when I put my faith in Katakuri, and Pekoms felt this way about Strawhat Luffy? I suppose Strawhat was Pekoms' leader right now just as Katakuri was ours.

“If he’s trying to leave, then the rest of the crew has to be alive! They have to be! Big bro Pedro didn’t die in vain!” His voice wavered at that last sentence, but he kept his determined smile. I gave the invigorated mink a small, supportive smile and nodded. 

“It seems they could be alive, but we can’t leave without Brulee here, remember?” Pekoms froze in his excitement at my words of reasoning. In a second, he was depressed on the floor. I laughed softly and kneeled next to his hunched form. 

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure Brulee will be released soon, and you’ll be able to continue Pedro’s will.” Pekoms sniffled and looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You think so?” With a nod, I placed my gloved hand on his pink clad shoulder. The flow of his strong feelings seeping through my gloves had me taking a deep breath. Bright red blazed over the previous peachy orange. He really wanted- no, needed to help this rambunctious pirate running around Tottoland. For himself and no one else. That was a freedom not many people in this kingdom had. I wish Katakuri had that freedom.

“I do.” We shared a quiet moment before I stood back and put my hands on my hips. I was starting to feel tired again, but there were things that still needed to be done. 

“Now, let’s go. Brulee has a few houses around here, doesn’t she? If you’re going to be masquerading as a robust vigilante aiding Strawhat Luffy, you need to look the part, right?” Pekoms jumped up and threw a clenched fist into the air. 

“Gyah! Yeah! Let’s go!” With newfound energy, Pekoms grabbed my hand and dragged me along one of the many twisting and checkered paths. 

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"What about this one?" 

"Um, too sparkly."

"This one?" 

"Too frilly."

"Okay okay. This one!"

Pekoms pulled out a pink, skin tight mask with a few darker pink markings along the face and a star right on the forehead. It was one of the last costumes he had pulled out of one of the many costume drawers we found. Anyone who had met the Charlotte family would be hard pressed to deny the family’s. . . flamboyant clothing style, so a house in a central location solely for dress up clothes was well within their behavioral territory. I was laying along my stomach on a dangerously comfy bed as Pekoms sifted through all the clothes and outfits, helping him choose the right one. Who knew he would be so keen on matching his existing pink suit?

“Hmm, it matches your suit better than the other masks. Try it on?” I covered a yawn and closed my heavy eyes for a moment as the lion mink pulled on the tight face mask. When I opened them again, he had fit all his mane into the mask and I had to stifle a laugh at the sight. He looked like a giant cloud of cotton candy! Not to mention that the mask was so tight that it hid nothing to anyone who knew him. 

“Gyah! I knew I looked stupid!” My giggles only increased as the embarrassed mink tried tugging it off and the mask didn’t budge an inch. His frantic attempts prompted me to get up, despite my sore body’s protests, and try to help him. After about five minutes of tugging from any and all angles, the tight mask stayed in its place on Pekoms. With labored breaths, I collapsed onto the soft bed as Pekoms sulked on the floor. 

“Gyah! I have to defend Big Bro Pedro’s legacy in this? How shameful.” Once I caught my breath, I decided to encourage Pekoms again. 

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, Pekoms. What matters is your actions. As long as you do what you think is right for your ideals, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Another yawn drew out the last of my soft pep talk, and this time I couldn’t ignore the call of sleep. This day had drawn a lot out of me, and my aching bones settled as I slipped into my memories and dreams. 

As I faded out of consciousness, the last thing I heard was the unsteady reply of my companion. 

“Thanks, Y/N.”

Light filtered through the mosaic windows, casting hundreds of mini rainbows and refracted light spots across our cozy bedroom. It was one of the very few days that I awoke to my husband still by my side in bed. Even rarer, I was awake before him. Everything felt so bleary and light as I took in the warm air of our room, the large rises and falls of my husband’s chest underneath my arm, the softness of his arm settled against my body. It all felt so perfect. Too perfect. Yet, I didn’t want to lose this moment.

I treasured every moment I had with my busy behemoth of a man, no matter how brief, long, serene or fitful. I hardly stirred from my resting spot in fear of breaking the spell. There had to be a spell. My senses were so enchanted, so enraptured by the man resting beside me that at times it was hard to believe that I was his and he was mine. 

Mine. That word still made me giddy to think about, let alone say, even after two years of marriage. Giggles threatened to bubble out of my parched throat, but I kept my whimsical feelings contained so as to not disturb him. He deserved the rest. He deserved the world. A world better than the one he lived in, one where he could be just as peaceful and happy as those he protected. 

I wish I could protect him the way he did me. Protect him from everything that took away the shining light I saw in him every day. Protect him from the people that locked that light in a cage with a single window to shine through. But even as he is, scars and all, I knew he was perfect. My perfect husband in every sense of the word. The way he laughed, the way he smiled, oh his beautiful, unfettered smile, how he held me, those oh so gentle eyes when he told me he loved me. I was sure I was as pink as my antennae was bound to be by now. Every perfect thing I thought about him made it harder and harder to keep my smile down and my hands to myself. The hand on his chest trailed its way up to his uncovered face.

That was certainly the most perfect thing about him. The feature he hated most about himself is the thing that made me love him more when he finally showed me. Surprisingly, he didn’t move even as I cupped his scarred cheek. He was so warm. So soft. My lips itched to kiss him. To make sure he was really mine after all this time. Finally, I sat up at his side, looking down on his still slumbering face. 

Slowly, I lowered my forehead down to his. 

Nuzzled my nose to his sharp one.

My lips felt the exhales of his breath, getting closer and warmer until-

A loud, ground shaking rumble woke me up with a start. I sat up, my heart racing as I looked around to see where I was. I was still in Brulee’s dress up home, Pekoms lying on his back on the floor with loud snores coming from him. A pang stabbed my heart when I realized I wasn’t where my surreal dream-like memory led me to believe I was. Where I hoped I was. I was right, it was too perfect.

No, instead of Katakuri being next me, sleeping soundly, he was out there, fighting a dangerous pirate for our sake. If I had to guess, they were the cause of the rumbling that woke me up. With a weary sigh, I got up from the bed calling me to lay back down. As much as I wanted to rest, I still had to help Pekoms. Maybe I’ll get to see my husband at the end of his fight. The worries I had before resurfaced full force accompanied by a headache, but I made myself swallow any expressions of it back. Katakuri must be more tired and hurt than I am right now with such a long fight, so this is nothing. I have things to do.

“Pekoms, wake up. Wake up, Pekoms. It sounds like Kata and Strawhat are fighting again.” When my words did nothing to stir the deep sleeping mink, I crouched down and pulled back the tight mask still stuck to his face and let it snap back to his cheek. Pekoms was quick to react to that, a small roar of pain sounding from him as he shot up. His eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he rubbed his stinging cheek. 

“Gyah! What the hell was that for?!”

“We need to go, now is no time for sleeping. Don’t tell me you already forgot why you’re doing this.” This time Pekoms heard me loud and clear, and jumped to his feet. I joined him a little slower as another tremor shook the house, knocking a few things from dressers. 

“Of course I haven’t forgotten! I’ll never forget!” I smiled fondly at his persistent motivation before silently turning towards the door and making my way out of the house. The disarray of Brulee’s Mirro-World compared to how it was when we first got here was a bit shocking. It must be an intense battle for things to be in this state. My weariness was dragging my dread filled body down as I thought about my husband’s apparent struggle against this pirate. I had my faith in him until the end, but the fact that this has been going on all day and night is worrisome, to say the least. My mind ran wild with thoughts of the worst outcome, turning my antennae a lofty purple. Pekoms came up beside me with a look of uneasiness that matched my internal emotions. 

“Geez, those two are really doing a number on this place.” He checked his watch. “It’s 10 minutes 'till 1 am. They’ve been fighting all day and through half the night, gyah! I think we should go see where the fight is. Maybe I can try to save Strawhat from an untimely death.” Pekoms seemed to also hold the sentiment that Strawhat wouldn’t be able to defeat Katakuri, which eased my worries a little. Although I know Katakuri isn’t omnipotent, like many are led to believe, his strength is nothing to write off. After seeing what he’s capable of for the past 3 years, I’d be stupid to doubt his abilities now. 

All I could do was nod in agreement to Pekoms’ plan, and follow him as he started towards the source of the large tremors. Butterflies of nervousness had me feeling sick with each step I took. Anxiety was different from doubt. Eventually we got close enough to the fight that with each rumble, a wave of dust and Haoshoku Haki swept over us, and I fell to the ground at the unexpected onslaught of emotions. Pekoms was still standing, but upon noticing I wasn’t he knelt down beside me in concern. 

When people use Haoshoku Haki, they put out their intentions and emotions with it. The stronger the Haki, the more intense the emotions. I could tell one was Katakuri because it felt familiar. His Haki was filled with conviction and love. The other Haki that was new and almost suffocating had to be Strawhat’s. His was also filled with love alongside persistence but had a dangerous edge to it. Like with one wrong thought, things could turn horrible, and that possibility shook me to my core. The lilac of my antennae flickered like a firefly that changed in brightness with each new wave that washed over us.

Pekoms must have seen something happening that I couldn’t because he suddenly picked me up and ran back the way we came a little to hide in a tunnel full of mirrors. He used his Devil Fruit and put his back to the entrance to block anything from coming in. I was still frozen as I held onto Pekom’s jacket. Katakuri’s opponent was more dangerous than I thought, and I was sure he knew that, but he was still fighting. Everything going on paralyzed me with overstimulation.

What if Katakuri lost? What would Big Mom do to him for losing? He’s never lost before, but she expects perfection from him. How would he feel if he lost? What would happen if he lost? Would Strawhat just leave with his crew? All these rampant emotions had my antennae darkening to a deep shade of brown from the muddied myriad of feelings cloudy my senses. I couldn’t control my powers in this state, so involuntarily I started to exude them out, trying to get rid of them. Pekoms was holding me tight, so I could feel the vibrations of him talking, but everything else drowned out his words. 

Just be quiet, quiet,

QUIET!

And then. . . there was silence. 

Hope you liked it!~ If I didn't already have the 3rd part made, I'm sure I'd be a horrible person to anyone reading this.~ See you soon.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 - -> Part 3

#charlotte katakuri #katakuri #one piece #mochi man #whole cake island #wci #katakuri x reader #x reader #female reader #knacks writes

[vxntxque]

Shannon’s ocs that intimidate me

Malia ozera. Genuinely scared of her

Nikolai. Never met him but i just know

Elara Seymore

Issac Laurent

And Daniella Laurent (sometimes)

#ramblings● #minx🖤

[seaside-writings]

Hello, again all you wonderfully, wicked people!

As we know black cats are an essential part of the spooky season as well as an essential part of everyday life! So in honor of that, I made a prompt list dedicated to one of my favorite black cats Salem Saberhagen, who in my opinion had some of the most iconic dialogue in TV history!

I hope you all like this prompt list, and I hope it helps you create! And if you do use it, please credit/tag me so I can check out what you've made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 🖤🎃🕸🔮

P.s. I did change some of the dialogue so it would flow easier when it came to writing for different types of characters.

“You’re the only one who understands me,” “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I care,” - “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” “You’re in a chatroom again pretending to be a woman, aren’t you?” “I like the attention.” - “I have lighted the fuse. Now I just have to wait for the kapowie! Muahahaha!” - “I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you; I just wanted to rule you,” - “You’ll be able to look back on all of this and get revenge,” - “Show me the tuna!” - "I never cared for the name Mildred," - “And let’s give a big warm welcome to sadness,” - “Someone’s gonna end up crying. Probably me,” - “Finally, someone whose life is more pathetic than mine!” - “You don't have to order me a pizza, but make it half sausage, half clam,” - “I need a little fresh air and a latte,”

“As long as you drop everything and stay focused on me, I should be fine,” - “Dogs guard. Cats watch and judge,” - “When I’m happy, I eat! When I’m upset, I eat!” - “Hooray, the toast is stuck! Danger, here I come!” - “They left behind. Be strong. Don’t cry,” - “Still want to take over the world?" - "Cheetos should be served at room temperature, you know,” - “Curse my sarcastic nature!” - “If you misbehave for just one instant, I’ll cut you, man,” - “Dear lord, you picked up a guy at the bus station,” - “It's the 90s, no one eats mortals anymore,” - “I’m rich! Rich, I tell you!” It’s only a few hundred dollars,” “I’m well-off! Well-off, I tell you!” - “Let's destroy everything that's dear to him. Let's indoctrinate him into the cathedral of agony,” “I'm going to write him a very stern letter,” “You're a regular Mad Max, aren't you?” - “A tassel! Don’t you toy with me, you saucy minx!” - “Wow, you must feel like a huge loser,” - “Would you be terribly upset if I threw up in one of your shoes?” - “You laugh, you die,” - “I will not be ignored!” - “All I’ve done all day is eat, sleep, and stare off into space. What an awful existence,” “Hey! I don’t dump on your lifestyle," - “Could you either remove the bandages or kill me?” - “Sorry, thirty waffles is my limit,” - “You think a mirrored ceiling would be too much?” - “Why didn’t you stop them!?” “I was busy,” “Doing what!?” “Playing with my scrunchie,” - “We need a plan,” “How about we weep uncontrollably,” - “I urge you to accept me as your ruler!” - “I’ll be having a quiet weekend, curled up with Memoirs Of A Geisha,” - “Delivery. I want a pizza as fast as possible! And don’t forget the crazy bread!” - “And your face is a bit of a trainwreck too,” - “Tell Elton John he can’t start singing now,” - “I wasn’t always the stud muffin I am today,”

“You owe her an apology. Now! “I’m thinking of how to word it,” “Try 'I’m sorry,'” “Somehow, that just doesn’t feel right…” - “I’d rather be locked in the dishwasher again,” - “Does she know who you are?” “Why does everyone think that’s a necessary part of love,” - “I’m the ultimate bad example,” - “Don’t ask me, I was an English major,” - “Hey, leave the sarcasm to the professionals,” - “Get a real job. And some pants,” - “I’m a cat, I’m curious, so kill me,” - “Still want to take over the world?” “Yes! Wait, no! I meant no!” - “I’d be more nervous if I weren’t so good-looking,” - “Hey chicks, what’s the haps?” - “I’m trying to set the world record for grooving,” - “Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk,” - “You know me any excuse to wear taffeta,” - “Oh, right, I forgot. I’m an animal, I have no self-control,” - “Why am I finding it hard to summon sympathy?” - “Wow, I love a woman who can take charge!” - “I’ll be downstairs creating a distraction,” - “I’m trying to concentrate on expanding my intellectual horizons,” - “Wake up, woman! You’re not a princess, you’re a dragon!” - “Her new obsession is doing wonders for my wardrobe!” - “Please hurry! I’ve been in here for over an hour!” “Why didn’t you call us sooner?” “It wasn’t a problem until I ran out of peanut brittle!” - “So it's true. Taste does skip a generation,” - “I want to say something wise and wonderful right now, but I can't think of anything. Except I love you, and I hope the band knows some Ohio Player,” - “BOO!” “You look ridiculous,” “You were terrified, and you know it,” - “Halloween. Is it just another date on the calendar, or is a state of mind, or is a state of… being?”

#salem saberhagen #salem the cat #sabrina the teenage witch #writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt list #writing prompt lists #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt list #dialogue prompt lists #october #october 2023 #october prompt #october prompts #october prompt list #october prompt lists #halloween #hallloween 2023 #halloween prompt #halloween prompts #halloween prompt list #halloween prompt lists #black cat #black cats #black cat prompt #black cat prompts

[manicyoar]

Crossstitch of Minx from Jem and the Holograms. 49 colors on 28 count fabric 🌟🖤🌟

#jem #jem and the holograms #the stingers #stingers #minx jem

[gointothevvater]

red collar

Part of the open-mouthed and on your knees fic collection 🖤 Tagging @chordsykat, @thatwritingho, and @the-loveliest-lotus

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"You're wearing the red collar?"

"I am."

The red collar was a signal. St. Cecilia wasn't a fan of the color, but Charles very much was, and so when she was in a particularly submissive mood, she'd don the red collar for him.

It wasn't really needed this time: The way she'd come to kneel before him as he sat on the sofa was signal enough. He'd been reading before she'd come to him, and he set the book aside on the arm of the sofa before he leveled his gaze on her. "What can I do for you, Miss Jameson?" he asked, dropping his voice into that tone that got her shivering before him.

"It's not about what I want," she said, her voice low and soft. "What can I do for you, Charlie boy?" She was as good at riling him up as he was for her.

He said, "You can be a good girl and let me read."

St. Cecilia's lust-dark eyes went wide, her voice losing its softness when she asked, "Are you serious?"

Fighting down a smile, Charles said, "I am. I have a few more pages before I finish this chapter. Can you handle that?"

She'd never been one to turn down a challenge, and though she pouted for a moment, her plush lips pursing in annoyance, St. Cecilia nodded. "Yes, sir."

Ignoring the pride that welled up in his chest at her obedience, Charles took up his book again, finding his page and holding it with his left hand while the right dropped to St. Cecilia's face, idly cradling her jaw as he read.

The book wasn't an interesting one, just some dry textbook on investment, but that wasn't the point.

The point was St. Cecilia doing as she was told for once. It wasn't likely to last long; It rarely did.

Only after he'd finished did Charles let his hand slide over her jaw, brushing the pad of his thumb across her lips. He didn't look at her, keeping his book open, though he didn't read further on. He shivered when she turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.

She seemed to catch onto the shift in his mood, glancing up at him with her big golden eyes before she turned her attention to his fingers, wrapping a hand around his wrist and holding his gaze as she slid her tongue over the pads.

At long last, Charles set the book aside, so focused on her that he didn't even bother with marking his page. Uncrossing his legs, he leaned in to grasp the nape of her neck and pull her closer. She gave a shaky little gasp, and he took advantage, slipping his index and middle fingers between her pretty, parted lips.

St. Cecilia's eyes fluttered closed, her tongue sliding wetly along the gap between his fingers.

Charles felt his cock stir, and he slid his fingers in deeper, smirking to himself when she whimpered around him. She bobbed her head once, twice, her face flushing prettily as she did.

Though she panted and gasped and grasped at his wrist with her pink-painted nails like it was the last thing keeping her alive, Charles pulled away. A thin strand of spit connected his fingers to her tongue, snapping when she shivered. She cast her dark eyes up at him, asking, her voice rough, "Is that all?"

Charles glanced over at his book, murmuring, "I do have a few more chapters to go."

St. Cecilia's golden eyes rolled, and she placed her hands on his thighs, surging up to nuzzle at the underside of his jaw. "Lemme suck you off, huh?" she purred, her lips brushing his skin with every word, and he repressed a shudder. "You can read later."

"Or I can have you read it to me now."

His voice was remarkably even, and she pouted for a moment before she whispered, "Please?" Cunning little minx. She leaned up even closer, pressing her chest to his. All he could see were lust-dark eyes. All he could smell was her perfume. All he could feel was her bare skin and the warmth of her. Her tongue darted across his lips, and he chased after it, grabbing for her hair and winding a hand in to keep her held close. "Daddy, please?"

#charles offdensen #charles foster offdensen #metalocalypse #st. cecilia jameson #my mtl #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc

[infinitystoner]

Alright, here we go, girl 😎 Get ready for this ask.

It's technically a two parter!

1) Top 5 pet names Loki would refer to you as a term of endearment out in public? (Darling, Dove, Love, Dearheart, etc)

2) Top five pet names Loki would refer to you in private? AKA while in the bedroom or in a sexual situation? (Pet, Little Minx, Mistress/Master, King/Queen, Goddess/God, etc)

(I included male referring ones because I wanna be included too 😭)

Fantastic questions! 🖤 *cracks knuckles*

Top five pet names for all to hear

Darling — THE Loki pet name. Sure, he might say it in reference to other people at times, but something in his voice when he says it to you (something about the way he looks at you when he says it) always sends a shiver up your spine.

Love (or my love)

Little one

My little Norn 🫠 (I read this in a fic on AO3 once, and it has stuck with me!)

Pet — Yes, he'd say this in mixed company to try and get a reaction out of you.

Top five pet names for your ears only

Queen/King — Of course, we call Loki 'my king' in the bedroom! And he always responds in kind.

Darling — Yes, again! It's his favorite term of endearment, especially if he's begging. 😏

Dove/little bird — There's a subtle intimacy to this one.

Goddess/God — Particularly meaningful in moments of worship, I think.

Temptress/Tease — Can't you just hear him growling it out as you edge him again and again?

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer

#loki headcanon #loki imagine #lovely asks #infinitystoner answers

[call-sign-shark]

Shark, have you seen these? Found them on Reddit. The young Shelby siblings, look at how adorable Tommy and Arthur are...Arthur still sporting his mustache 😂❤️.

(photo credit: Reddit user AncestryBruh https://www.reddit.com/r/PeakyBlinders/comments/10n5dcn/the_young_shelby_siblings/)

Haven't seen it, so thank you to share this awesome discovery with me, Brummie! I particularly love young Ada, she feels so realistic I am shocked. Look at how wonderful this little minx looks. I also kinda died a little at the AI's decision to keep Arthur's mustache but it being more "teenager-looking", this is so cute and fun at the same time, considering his 'stache is quite recent in Peaky Blinders. If I remember well he was clean shaved during the war! (Source)

ANYWAY THIS IS NOT SHARK STILL RAMBLING ON HER MAN'S MUSTACHE I SWEAR LMAOOO. Thank you for sending this to me teehee 🖤 (btw, I just want to pinch John's cheeks please)

#peaky blinders #shark talks #brummie 🖤 #Peaky blinders imagine

[sarahscribbles]

Loki, my King 💚🖤

How very gracious of you to invite me to your chambers so that you can help me alleviate these vividly filthy images of the two of us that keep playing in my head! Thank you! I shall come at once. I am very much looking forward to making the images a reality… over and over and over again as you warned.

You said you hoped the images are as filthy as I described and I assure you, my King. They are. Imagine the two of us in the most depraved, debauched, salacious situations and I’m sure it has been stuck in my head. And we’ll be forced to play them all out.

Which brings me to my question, my King… what particular situation are you most looking forward to re-enacting with me? I am most curious 😏

Your pet,

Stephanie

Ooooh, you are quite the little minx, aren't you?

Perhaps I'll start by bringing you out on my balcony. I'd bend you over the stone and slowly pull up those skirts you'd be wearing. I believe a few smacks to your behind would be needed to warm you up, but I do hope you can be quiet, darling. Thor's rooms are directly below mine - I imagine you wouldn't want him to hear you screaming my name while I make you come undone for all of Asgard to see?

We could make it a game - the longer you stay quiet, the greater your reward will be at the end.

And I do reward very handsomely.

Do you think you could manage that, darling? And as I said, that would only be the beginning.

#loki takover

[yostresswritinggirl]

Logbook Masterlist

E M O J I - A N O N S

8 1 : (🥗) (🌵) (👀) (🧪) (🧪✨) (💧) (👁️👄👁️) (🐞) (🌌) (🐟) (💠) (🌠) (🐰) (⚓) (🦉) (🌼) (🍊) (🍣) (🌟) (⭐) (💜) (🍙) (🦸‍♀️) (🐳) (🐄) (🥝) (🌰) (🥞) (🌸) (🎃) (🍁) (🥨) (💫) (✨) (🦋) (💥) (☄️) (🍆) (❄️) (🖤) (🧚‍♀️) (🐥) (🏃‍♂️) (🕺) (🍷) (🗿) (🦑) (🐝) (🌺) (🗡️) (🦊) (🎐) (🍵) (🍒) (🍍) (🍓) (🐛) (🥤) (🍡) (🍂) (🌷) (💎) (🍤) (🍀) (🎻) (💦) (🎲) (🚽) (🌈) (🍺) (⚔️) (💛) (🎨) (👨‍🚀) (⚜️) (🥢) (🐇) (🦦) (💀) (🌪️) (🍎)

N A M E D - A N O N S

(Resin anon) (Jean anon/Jean anon¹/tripulls anon) (Tiger lily anon) (Crocus anon) (Violet anon) (teletubie anon/🧪✨) (riebp anon/poor anon) (Tiktok anon) (running anon) (60k anon) (Xiao simp 2k 21?) (Flirty Voiceline anon/🍣 anon) (3.4k tofu god) (Dandi) (Cilly) (Collei) (Forgetful) (Glider) (Snowdrop) (Oreo) (Honeyflower) (Random One) (Sadistic Bitch) (Childe kin anon) (Puppet anon/🖤) (Amber dream anon) (Roki) (tofu hoe) (bwaap & emmory supremacist) (Papillon anon/🦋) (Chongyun anon) (Matcha) (Lurker) (5"11 girl anon) (Rook) (Pomefiore anon) (Minx) (5"7 anon/seven) (あのん) (Ruin Guard Anon) (angel anon) (5"1 anon) (Nik/🍤) (Sho/🎨) (Yandere anon) (Chills anon/👁️👄👁️) (Vagabond anon) (Kokomi anon) (Bean Girl) (Lynx/Daffodil anon) (Sleuth Anon) (Big Sibling Anon/⚜️) (Taka) (Justice Anon/Voyage) (Bali) (ER) (Ningguang mod) (cyno lovebot anon) (Lady in the lake) (borg) (fluff anon) (bloom anon) (bonk) (Pela anon) (just passing by anon) (Starry Wine anon/Cousin Asker) (Jackdaw Anon) (fifi anon)

M O O T S

(Kookie) (Yen/Heiayen/🌻) (Cala) (Winter) (Sweets) (Dandi) (Hannie) (Mama Archon) (Catty) (Rift) (Nyom) (Lato) (Bunz) (Lehra) (Lufurus) (Rei) (Amino) (Phoenix) (Lya) (Starfell) (Pengu) (Unreconciled) (Bee) (ambers-glider) (Ether) (Sucker) (Sparrow) (Mutsukitty) (Cherry) (Suki) (Tart) (Kaida) (Muff) (Albaedhoe) (Almond) (Lily) (lilykags) (Ascher) (Tragedy) (Villie) (Lenius) (Romanticaa) (Yua) (Tofuxiaociao) (Monica) (Chuu) (windbornevioletta) (Jovin) (Judgment) (Seagulls) (hamsters) (Venexus) (glxssyhexrts) (heusch) (Ansytea) (crimsonji) (perpetualcynicism)

D E E P W O O D - S T O R I E S

#𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢

Wanderer's Voicelines About Puppet Reader

Yae Miko's Voicelines About Puppet Reader

"Fontaine Alternative" Ending

Wanderer finding out who caused the kintsugi

Puppet Reader's Astraphobia

"Kouta" - their pet bird child

How the Interlude Quest is canon in Kintsugi

Good Ending Finale

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#𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨

Possible Endings

Fan sequel

The heart that was offered

The near-death connection

Tighnari's Letters heart!Tighnari

Incident 2.0

About Heart!Reader Voicelines

Post-2.0 Crying Session™

Heart!Reader gets struck instead of Tighnari

TCG Brainrot

S U B M I S S I O N S

Fluff anon Fanart Collection: Klee or Nahida Nilou Nishimiya

Lady in the Lake anon Fanart Collection: One Two

Rei Fanart Collection: Kasala<3 Faceless/Doodles

Rabbit Fanart Collection: Art Summary Yeha 2023

Poly Cynilou - Starfell

Cyno's VA signed print - Rei

Cherry lore - Cherry

Nilou & Me Fanart - Ansytea

2022 Art Summary - Rabbit

Hearts of Iron genshin - 🐟 anon

Way of the Househusband Kazuha - Pela anon

Niwa x Reader - Bloom anon

Poly Kavetham - insideous-beez

Komorebi (inspired by Kintsugi) - mhiieee

anon masterlist for 2022 and onwards

; 2021 anon masterlist

#masterlist #exiled community #submissions