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[lunaverrse]

032 (jimmy & jay)

SET THE SCENE.

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jimmy & jay : feat. @greencruz 🐉🐯

— Uh, essa poderia ter sido evitada. — Jay resmungou em um tom meio desinteressado, observando um dos lutadores cambalear e cair no chão com o impacto de um soco. Na verdade, estava oscilando muito entre acompanhar a luta que se desenrolava na frente deles e beijar o pescoço parcialmente exposto de Jimmy. Em algum momento do evento, quando os espectadores alucinados do lugar já não se incomodavam nada com quem estava ao redor e se resumiam a vociferar o nome de algum dos malucos que estava brigando, ele também deixou de se importar totalmente com a discrição das coisas. Apesar da faceta de quem não dava a mínima para todas as coisas em geral, lá no fundo ele se preocupava em esconder a identidade dos dois quando saíam juntos, principalmente para não criar problemas para ela. E não é como se Jimmy fosse realmente se importar com isso, era a mulher mais corajosa que já tinha conhecido, ele é que ainda tinha covardia o suficiente correndo nas veias.

— Em quem você tá apostando hoje? Não me diga que é o cara que acabou de cair, por favor. Ele poderia ter saído daquele golpe de quinze maneiras diferentes. — Havia aquele tom debochado na voz dele, mas que as pessoas mais próximas já tinham aprendido a identificar, não passava de impressão, já que o Kang estava meramente se divertindo naquele momento. O boné fundo no rosto ainda dava conta de jogar uma sombra sobre as feições conhecidas, mas era meio ineficaz esperar que ninguém soubesse que se tratava de alguém conhecido pela mídia. Jay tinha alguns trejeitos muito específicos, mas alí, no meio daquele lugar enfiado em uma região periférica para a qual ninguém dava a mínima, era muito improvável que algum fã muito assíduo do Looping fosse aparecer e julgar o fato de que estava ali. Acompanhado da namorada. Que, oh, também era idol. Maldita fosse a hipocrisia daquela sociedade.

Naquela altura, já tinha desviado quase 100% da atenção para os próprios devaneios, que foram interrompidos com uma pequena comoção do outro lado do galpão. Aparentemente, alguém havia avisado a polícia de mais uma madrugada de ilícitos por ali e todos só notaram quando a viatura chegou. Na hora, Jay se resumiu a puxar a namorada pela cintura e correr com ela para a outra saída do espaço, que normalmente usavam naquele tipo de situação. Mesmo rindo do episódio, ele ainda se embrenhou com ela pelas ruas estreitas da região, junto com outras pessoas que estavam presentes e foram pelo mesmo caminho. Só parou de andar quando percebeu que estavam sozinhos e ele finalmente conseguiu para. O primeiro ato foi encostá-la na parede e devolver os lábios ao pescoço da mulher, voltando a fazer exatamente o que havia sido interrompido antes. — Parece que sempre tem um imbecil para estragar a nossa diversão de fim de semana, acho que vou ter que apanhar de você agora. Só pra saber como ia terminar a luta. — Com um sorrisinho no rosto, ele a puxou para o colo e procurou os lábios da namorada. Aquela era uma briga muito melhor no fim das contas.

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🎀 GRATTIS PÅ FÖDELSEDAGE! 🎀

happy birthday, dear Ashley, another year of being an incredible strong and super smart lady. 💝 — @blushedribbon

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[cleapallea]

💗ROMANCE IN ASTROLOGY 💗

‎ master list + info about me

PART 1

❣️Juno's man conjunct in woman's big 6

The relationship when the guys has a feeling for you such as he wants to marry you immediately, or or make you have his babies. This is because he see you as "home and his future".

❣️Ascendant Sextile Venus

This placement where the man loves to spoiled her partner (especially if it it's conjunct with his Venus or the Woman's Venus is actually his Venus sign) I noticed most of this placement, the man often cherish, cook for her, buy the things she wanted, and foremost ensure that she's okay okay, or having enough sleep.

❣️Partner with both aquarius in 6th house or 8th house

often have similar way of thinking at the same time especially when it comes to living and working. Both have the same goal and mostly they are really soulmates!

❣️Moon Trine Pluto

If man's Pluto have a good relationship with woman's moon it can show the sides where the man loves to see the bad sides of woman (esp if there is Lilith aspect in her moon) and somehow he thinks he is the only one that can understand her, and unconsciously allowed the woman to hurt her. This is way for him to spoiled the women he loves and support her. In contrary, it can also lead to intense obsession and possession.

❣️Midpoints of 10th house

it gives the relationship a point where a man desired to show-off his love in public and actually it can have possessive where the man being kinky to her.

❣️ Venus good aspects with Woman's mercury

it can make a man easy to engage with you, loves your thoughts, your way of thinking , likes to listen to your voice, and wants you to command him. I love this aspect so much.

❣️ Venus aspecting in woman's Mars sign

Man who wants to stick with you all the time. So clingy around you, and his feelings are really, really intense, which makes you easily turn him on. Have a tendency to be obsessed with you.

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𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𖥔

summary ; rafe begins to push you away when he realises the true nature of his feelings towards you

pairing ; rafe cameron x pogue!fem!reader

notes ; this series will contain mature themes, such as : p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), swearing, physical altercations, potential nightmares and anxiety, arguments, drinking and drugs. if i forgot any please let me know.

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

the sun beats down on your skin as you walk along the jagged footpath, the only sounds being that of the marsh in the distance and your dial tone ringing out in your ear for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. you knew you shouldn’t, but you didn’t want to stop calling until the other side of the line was finally answered, and had you not been standing out the front of the chateau, you probably would have. 

instead, you lock the screen and shove it deep into your pocket before heading around the back of the house. the sound of your phone calls going unanswered now replaced by the sweet chime of your friends’ laughter, immediately taking the edge off from the rough morning you had already had. 

“there she is!” jj hollers, making your presence known among the group — well, the boys anyway — he had his feet kicked up on an old crate as he nestled a beer bottle in his left hand. “we were beginning to think you’d ditched us for them kooks after all.” he laughs; a joke he liked to continuously tell. 

“please, i would never do that to you, jj,” you wink, pushing open the outer wire door of the patio. “i see you three bounced back nicely after last night.” 

you take in their appearances and besides the fact that they were wearing the same clothes, there was no physical evidence in their features of the fun they’d had the night before. even jj, who was usually downing the greasiest food he could find, was seemingly… fine. 

“you know it, baby!” john b says, a smirk splayed across his lips. 

“we have kie, and those weird green drinks she makes, to thank.” pope raises his brows your way. 

even with that knowledge, it amazed you how fine they all seemed after the previous night’s bonfire, considering how much more they had to drink than you, while you were still dealing with a slight pounding in your head. it was just adding more fuel to the fire that pogues knew how to party better than anyone. 

jj offers you a sip of his beer as you sink into the sofa beside him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulders and he instinctively pats your thigh with comfort. with the morning you had, getting a little buzzed with your friends seemed like the perfect way to get your mind off of everything. 

after what had happened last night, you didn’t expect things to take such a turn, and for the worst. not only had you spent the night with rafe — in more ways than one — but you had woken up alone in his bed without so much as a text from him. you knew staying with him was only going to stir something up between the two of you, but you never expected complete radio silence. 

it was stupid, really, of you to think that things with rafe could ever change, and yet, you still held onto the hope that he just had somewhere to be. regardless, rafe never would’ve left without saying something or returning one of your calls or texts, and now you had a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach that something deeper was going on. 

“i’m telling you, it was a girl.” sarah exclaims as she and kie push through the front door, laughing and sharing the same dumbstruck expressions as they join the rest of you. 

kie shakes her head, scrunching up her nose with disgust, “there’s no way. there’s absolutely no way anyone would - ew!”

piquing john b’s interest, he reaches for sarah and pulls her into his lap, “what’s ‘ew’?” he mimics.

the two girls look to one another with disturbance in their eyes. whatever it was, it seemed big enough to have the blonde questioning whether or not she should share it, which definitely grabbed your attention, and ultimately she decided to spill. 

“so, last night after i got home… i went to see if wheezie was awake, and when i was leaving her room, we heard rafe… with a girl.”

your blood runs cold the second the words leave sarah’s mouth and you almost choke on jj’s drink — you knew it was you that she had heard. 

the thought of your friends finding out about what you had really been up to all those nights you said you had to leave before curfew, or where you’d disappear for hours at a time, when you were really with rafe cameron suddenly floods your mind. your skin begins to crawl, an untraceable itch burning at your skin as an overwhelming shadow of dread looms above. 

“what? like talking?” pope queries, not understanding what was so scandalising about it. 

“no, dummy,” kie scoffs, shaking her head once again, this time with a lazy smile. 

sarah screws her face up, snickering lightly, but clearly puzzled by her new discovery, “i’ve never seen rafe bring someone home before; topper and kelce barely ever come over. i mean, he’s literally always walking around with a stick up his ass saying he doesn’t need the distraction of being in a relationship.”

jj leans forward, his curiosity getting the better of him, and wiggling his brows, he asks, “do you know who she was? was she hot?”

you bite down on your lip, waiting for sarah to answer the question. each and every fleeting second feeling like a million as the anticipation builds inside your stomach. you felt like you were going to be sick as you hang onto every syllable like your life depended on it.

“i had to go do some last-minute shopping with rose and wheezie, and whoever she was, she was gone by the time we got back.” 

an inaudible sigh of relief escapes you — especially when you recall how stressful it was having to sneak out of the cameron’s house without getting caught — but not just for your sake; for rafe too. you weren’t sure how ward would react knowing his son was also seeing a pogue; sarah and john b were enough, this would just push him over the edge. 

not that rafe deserved you trying to look out for him after leaving you so abruptly this morning. 

it was like he had fallen off the face of the earth… your earth.

“well, whoever she is, she clearly has no standards or any respect for herself if she’s getting caught up with the likes of him,” kie says, raising her brows in a way that lets you know she’s being honest. 

you knew you shouldn’t have let her words get to you, being that she had a burning hated for the cameron boy, but the fact that she didn’t know it was you who sarah had inadvertently heard last night only meant that she was speaking the truth, and in all honesty, that made it hurt a million times more. 

you were aware that maintaining a secret ‘non-relationship’ with rafe was never going to be easy. between the constant lying and excuses you had to give your friends, the sneaking around behind their backs, plus rafe’s unpredictable behaviour sometimes. it was already a lot to deal with. the last thing you needed was to have your friends talk about you, and degrade you, unknowingly or not.

“don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” the words slip from the tip of your tongue, and everyone turns your way in unison. “i’m just saying, we shouldn’t be judging someone by who they sleep with, nor should we automatically assume that they have no respect for themselves based on that fact, and that fact alone.”

“or maybe she doesn’t know how horrible he is.” the brunette scoffs. 

“or maybe it’s strictly physical?” jj adds, nodding his head with approval. 

sighing, you continue, “i’m serious, guys. i get that rafe is literally the last person we should be ‘nice’ to but that doesn’t mean that this girl deserves to be outed just because of him.”

there’s a small silence among the six of you but you’re not entirely sure if that’s a good or bad thing. who knows what was going through their heads, or if you had accidentally said too much. 

“since when did you care so much about rafe?” kie asks, an accusatory tone to her words. 

“i don’t. i just-” you pause for a moment, trying to keep your nerves from completely overthrowing you. you could see that the hatred they held for the boy you cared so deeply for was simply too strong to bypass your reasoning as you take a look around. they had every right to feel the way they did, rafe had been awful to them, but unfortunately, they didn’t know him like you did. “-just… forget it”

with a defeated smile, you take another sip from jj’s drink as the conversation continues around you. you tried to drown it all out by focusing on the water in the marsh or the wind chimes that hung in the corner, but despite your best efforts, you kept being brought back to the topic at hand. if not by your friends, then by your own mind. 

the rest of the afternoon remained that way: with your friends participating in conversations and indulging themselves with multiple ‘juice boxes’ while you slipped in and out of focus, making sure to add something here and there to not throw off any suspicion. you were sort of relieved when you had to go home, only to remember the unbearable night that awaited.

knowing now what you did, you knew your friends were going to be keeping an extra cautious eye on rafe tonight, which meant any plans or ideas you had about trying to talk to him had just flown out the window - you needed to get his attention somehow. 

*

it’s not long before the sound of low music is filling your ears as you hesitantly make your way through the large and busy entrance of the island club. tonight’s event was already in full swing — you weren’t even entirely sure what it was for, probably raising money for something unimportant, like another golf course. 

everywhere you looked you were greeted by kooks, all of whom barely looked your way, and if they did, it was for reasons they wouldn’t care to admit aloud. your family may fit in well at the club, but you on the other hand, did not, and they were careless about hiding that fact.

you knew what they thought, all the judgement they held for you. it was no different to the looks you’d get at the boneyard. though the hostility never came from the pogues, and the torons were oblivious to it all.

that aside, you’d still been forced to attend your fair share of these events, and while you assumed they would get easier, you were always left feeling uneasy about it all; having to pretend you were something you so very clearly weren’t just for the sake of appearances, and all while having to endure meaningless stories about the kooks with their multiple vacation houses and extravagant lifestyles. 

it was truly a nightmare. 

all you wanted was to find your friends, some alcohol, and a quiet place to sit, or alternatively; rafe.

nothing quite settled your nervous heart at these events like rafe’s reassuring gaze from across the room. he knew you hated it —  the fake kindness, the judgement, having to get dressed up just to be perceived by people that didn’t, and would never, truly know you — though you weren’t entirely sure how he would react to seeing you right now. 

“excuse me miss, we seem to have misplaced our friend, you haven’t seen her have you?” a familiar voice catches you off guard and when you turn, both kie and pope are standing there grinning from ear to ear. 

you pull the two of them into a hug as relief washes over you, “oh, thank god. i was worried i’d actually have to talk to these people.” you say just as an older couple passes by, their noses upturned at your remark. 

“i don’t know, i think you’d manage dressed like that,” kie reaches to poke you in the stomach but you playfully slap her hand away, and the three of you fall into a small peal of comforting laughter. 

while kie’s comments had upset you earlier that day, you were just glad to not be alone for the time being. even if it meant enduring whatever other comments you had coming your way. 

“yeah. it seems you’ve made quite the impression,” pope says and you follow his eyes to a group of guys staring your way from the corner of the room. 

you knew your dress was a little out there and while the comments were flattering — while also making you slightly uncomfortable by the way you were being looked upon — a bittersweet taste filled your mouth because, truthfully, there were only one person’s eyes you wanted to be on you. 

“while i object to the fact that they’re ogling at you like a piece of meat…” kie looks their way, causing them to look away, and then back at you. “i do have to admit… you look hot.”

you knew it was just the dress, and not you, per say, that was giving you so much attention. it was backless and draped down to your ankles, flourishing at the bottom as it split down the thigh. the only thing keeping it in place were the two thin spaghetti straps that crisscrossed over your shoulders, letting the material dip just above the small of your back. it was a deep blue satin material; a colour rafe had once complimented you in. 

you liked the dress, but you liked the idea of it ending up on rafe's bedroom floor more.

and yet, now when you thought about the night that could’ve been, you were suddenly feeling very naked and aware of the eyes that were on you. staring at you in ways that only rafe ever had. 

kie seems to notice the quick change in your demeanour when you wrap your arms around yourself, and begins pushing pope towards the exit, “come on, let's go find sarah before she crosses back over to the dark side.”

as the three of you begin to approach the doors that lead out to the patio, the sound of ward cameron’s voice could be heard lingering in from outside. you, however, pay him no mind. the last thing you wanted was to listen to the man who was the sole reason for you having to hide your ‘non-relationship’ with rafe — if you could even call it that now. 

with one foot out the door, you stop when kie turns back to make a snarky comment; one that falls on deaf ears when a loud burst of laughter consumes your attention. annoyed, you instinctively look up at the group of guys that had planted themselves just outside the door, taking in a few familiar faces when you see topper and kelce are there, and standing between them is the most familiar of all. the one you had been longing to see. 

there he was; looking as handsome as ever in a suit he had personally picked out, no doubt. the deep blue was almost an exact match to the dress you were wearing, reflecting against the sapphire in his eyes a little too perfectly, and in that moment, it was as if time stood still as your gaze fell upon each other. 

a surge of panic courses through you and your mind flurries with the realisation of just how badly you wanted whatever was going on with him to stop so that you could finally wrap yourself up in his arms again. you hadn’t realised it until then just how attached you had grown to that feeling, but mostly, you hadn’t realised just how scared you were of even the thought of losing him. 

especially when he wasn’t ever really yours to begin with. 

the breath in your throat hitches as his eyes trail your body, taking in the dress you so clearly wore for him, and his eyes soften for a moment before his jaw tightens and he looks away. he didn’t dare give you another second of his time as he scopes his surroundings, cradling the glass in his hand as he pretends he was actually interested in any of this bullshit — in anything, as long as it wasn’t you. 

“hey, you coming?” pope’s voice pulls you back to reality after noticing you had stopped following behind them. you nod, giving him some excuse about your shoe getting caught under your dress, and he offers you his arm as you pretend to fix the non-existing problem before walking away. 

kie is the first to spot sarah in the middle of the crowded space, stuck in a conversation with an older lady as her father's voice practically consumes anyone in a 10’ft radius, and the three of you wave her over. dismissing the woman, she sneaks away from the crowd, but not before checking her surroundings and making sure that her father wasn’t looking her way. 

“oh, my god,” she groans, shaking her head as she gives you a hug. “it’s been an hour and i have spoken to like thirty different people - you guys look stunning, by the way.”

“as do you,” kie tilts her head toward the blonde, grabbing her by the hands and pulling her towards a seat off to the side and a little ways away from the main area of the club. “so, how’s the whole ‘mystery girl’ thing coming along?”

sighing, sarah frumps herself further down into the wooden seat, watching as the rest of the party unfolded before you all, “it’s pretty much a bust. he hasn’t spoken to anyone expect topper, kelce, and a few of the others guys, and the girls… he just brushes them all off.”

confused, your mind flitters with a million thoughts, all racing around your mind trying to get to the same destination. it was clear they were talking about rafe; did they know? no. they couldn’t. how could they know?

“wait, what are you guys talking about?” you ask, but your question, and the panic in your voice is cut by the sound of jj and john b calling out to the four of you from behind, making a spectacle of themselves as they sneak through the back fields of the club. 

your friends all laugh as the two boys join you, showing off the suits they had no doubt stolen from jj’s cousin, or something, but even among the commotion, kie and sarah’s words kept ringing around in your head;  your friends were actively trying to seek you out. 

how could you have been so careless? 

you were more than aware that rafe lived in the same house as one of your friends, whether she found out directly or through wheezie, you knew you needed to be more than careful. now, you were on the brink of your friends finding out that you’re the one that’s been sleeping with the one guy they hated the most and there was nothing you could do about it. 

you needed to stop seeing rafe, at least until things cooled down, but you needed to let him know what was going on. you needed to tell him your friends were aware of him sleeping with someone and you needed to take extra precaution. that’s if he even wanted to keep seeing you because with the way he was acting, you weren’t so sure. 

“well, well, well, look at you,” jj smirks in your direction, grabbing a hold of your hand and making you do a twirl, “looking all kook-like. now, why don’t you get all dressed up like this for us, huh?”

you give the blond a playful shove, trying to brush off the comment, but the guilt that had been gnawing at you all day decides to make a reappearance. it’s sharp claws crawling up your chest and into your throat, making it all the harder to breathe. you try to push it aside, shove it back down and not let it get to you, but seeing your friends and knowing they would disown you if they knew the truth was more than enough to have you on edge. 

everything you were bearing was beginning to take it’s toll; knowing your friends were suspicious and that they would shun you from ever talking to them again if they found out and now seeing how fine rafe seemed after last night, as if it had never happened. 

perhaps this was all some sort of premeditated idea and he was just looking for one last rendezvous before ending things? you didn’t want to admit it, but you wouldn’t put it past him either. 

“i’ll - uh - i’ll be back. i just need to use the bathroom,” you gesture back to the club, it’s bright light illuminating it’s surroundings but faded where it came to you and your friends. you don’t give any of them time to answer before you’re scampering off, not wanting kie or sarah to offer to come along. 

inside, you could see people mingling and enjoying their night — self-indulgent vultures, or not — but where rafe and the others stood only moments ago was now empty. no sign of the boy in blue anywhere. 

weaving your way through the gathered crowd, you eventually make it back inside and take note of how less busy it was. the groups mingling in the hall had dispersed leaving it clear now as they all trickled outside or into the surrounding rooms. 

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” topper comes into view, practically stopping you in your tracks before leaning back to take in your dress. 

“oh, hey topper,” your words come out a little shaken, mostly just from being caught off guard.

“y’know, for someone who denies themself of all this, you sure know how to look the part.” he waves his arms out, and your eyes instinctively follow when you catch sight of rafe in the room across from you.

though, this time he wasn’t alone. standing next to him was a short blonde in a bright pink dress, her full attention on him as she spoke, but he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. his eyes flitting around the room until he spots you too, and you quickly return back to topper. 

you let out a small fake laugh and shake your head. you weren’t sure what to say to his comment. 

“no. seriously. you look - you look great, though,” he smiles, and for a second you could’ve sworn there was a flirtatious hint in his tone. 

“thanks, top,” you extend your arm and give him a friendly nudge at the same time you see rafe dismiss the girl he was talking to and begin to walk your way.

your heart starts to thud so loudly in your chest that you were sure it was visible to the naked eye. you could hear it thrumming in your ears as your stomach tries to crawl up your throat with nerves. but when you expect him to stop and maybe say something, even just to topper, he keeps walking. 

he strides right past you and topper, and heads to the staircase just behind you both, but as he turns to ascend them, bypassing the ribbon gate that was clearly there to keep everyone downstairs, he looks right at you. his eyes piercing blue as he all but stares into your soul. 

this was your chance.

you needed to get him alone and he so much as provided you with the perfect opportunity to do so. this was your chance to tell rafe about your friends, but to also confront and demand he tells you what was going on with him. 

“y/n?” topper says your name, pulling you back to the conversation at hand. 

you blink, “sorry, what did you say?”

“no, it’s okay,” he tries to laugh off the fact that you had vagued out on him. “i was just asking if you wanted to-”

“i’m really sorry,” you cut him off. “hold that thought. i have to quickly use the bathroom, but i’ll be right back.” you get your words out hastily, barely giving him a moment to comprehend before you were once again rushing off. 

topper stands there stunned as you too bypass the ribbon gate, rapidly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one was looking. the last thing you wanted was to get caught with rafe. it was risky, extremely risky, but you were desperate for answers and it seemed that this was the only way you were going to get them. 

softening your footsteps, you check all of the rooms before reaching the men’s change room. it was a daring move but again, you were desperate. taking in a deep breath, you slowly push the door open as the faint smell of lingering deodorant and cologne fills your senses. 

lockers lined either side of the room, apart from where the door to the showers was, and in the middle was a line of bench seats, decorated with a large plant in the middle. at the very end was a small window nook with a chair, and leaning against the window stood rafe. 

his back was to you, watching the crowd below, as he throws back the rest of his drink and lets out a heavy sigh. his shoulders rise and fall with the breath, making your own feel faint in comparison. you swallow the ball that had formed in your throat and open your mouth to speak, only to have him beat you to it. 

“you shouldn’t be here.”

[voghe]

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𝖭𝗈⠀𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅⠀𝗂𝗇 ⠀𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 ,⠀𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍⠀𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽⠀𝗍𝗈 ⠀𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊⠀ 𝗆𝖾.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 over the 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋.

⌜ 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵.

I’m only happy when I’m on the run. I 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 belong to 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒. . . 

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛.

—···· ❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄❞.

﹙𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑪𝑼𝑩𝑼𝑺 ﹚

champagne heiress 

𝖨𝖳'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝖨𝖥 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 𝖨𝖳 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦.

SHE WEARS 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 AND 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 LIKE A 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗠

❛ i recognize the weɑpon in my mind they tɑlk shit, but i love it every time. ❜

❛ we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.

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[porcalinecunt]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 !

✟ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

✟ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐜𝐰 — cheating, slight angst, revenge sex, jealousy, overstimulation, creampie, reader is trans, fingering, pussy slapping, car sex, smoking, squirting, oral sex, cuckolding (?), baji is lowkey an asshole in this.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ soooo, i listened to cheating is a crime by kayate once on a baji playlist and ran to my laptop. anyways, enjoy!

If only he could, he’d drag his ass in.

Staring through the cracked open door was your sorry excuse for a boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. Bastard thought he was gonna go home to you, after swapping tongues with other men in a random bar he ran off to. If only he came home earlier, before you could’ve picked up your phone and called someone who’d easily tear your ex to scum.

Now he’s right behind you, filling your neglected cunt. Your face stuffed into the pillow, his hands gripping your hips so hard, you could already feel him leaving a mark. His name muffled out from the pillow, but loud enough for the bastard to hear.

“K-kei! Keisuke!”

“Louder, I know you can do better than that.”

His eyes laid back onto your ex, lust blown pupils staring back into the other, now full of horror and shame. Baji grinned, his fangs crept out. He turns back to you, now his hand on the back of your neck. He pulled you towards him, his lips crashing into yours. It didn't matter how nasty it was, teeth and tongue clashing in the worst ways. A gasp spilled from your mouth when he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open for him to fill it with his tongue. You were too drunk in his touch to realize your ex left the house. Baji grinned, hearing his car start and him driving off.

He pulls away, catching his breath. He stared down at you in awe, your body adorned in bite marks and two large hand marks stained your hips. Your inner thighs littered in hickies, his eyes trailed up to your face. That fucked out expression always drove him mad, flushed face with teary eyes looking into his. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss onto your nose, his forehead now pressed against yours. Body to body, you felt his heartbeat against yours. This was something your ex couldn’t give you, well, not to you.

Who are you kidding? You knew who’d he’d give it to.

You still had no clue what went wrong, or maybe, he was always like that. You’d meet your ex in a random house party your roommate dragged you to. Of course, he’d run off with some girl and do god knows what. The entire night was a haze, and you’d somehow end up awkwardly speaking to the man that’d you soon date. To you, he was a swell one. Sweet talker, hell, enough to get you in bed with him. All you could remember was hooking up with him, while still a virgin. the man teased some things out of you admittedly, and to him, you were his perfect pretty boyfriend. something that'll make your stomach lurch now. although he wasn’t so bad..

especially with who he likes to kill time with.

The first time you met Baji was when you came back to your ex drinking with his friends. you didn’t pay much attention to the drunk men, except for the tall darked haired one that sat not too far from your ex. all you could think of how pretty he looked, when he spoke, it only made your blood rush to your face. It didn't take long for the both of you to start talking, despite what the others would say. You didn’t expect much though, after all, he was your ex’s best friend. You’re just the boyfriend. Or so you thought.

Suddenly, you’d find yourself with Baji more than your own boyfriend. Nights of bailed dates would end in heading to baji’s place for some harmless drinking and laughing over stupid shit. Those were monthly, then weekly, then daily. It got to the point where you forgot you had a boyfriend, considering how he was absent all the damn time. Even worse, when you did see him, he’d act so bizarre. Hickies littered his neck even when you didn’t sleep with him, the smell of another man’s cologne made your nose sting. Oh how much a fool you were.

The irony of it all, that night when you came home. Standing in the same hallway, in front of the same door. The man you loved, kissed, touched, and called yours, balls deep into another man. You could only stare, tears brimming and stomach lurching. You wanted to vomit, scream, break something. You wanted to bust the door down and get your hands on the bastard. But all you could do is pick up your phone, and dial the only one you could turn to. It’s no wonder you’d let him in so easily. The way he held you, carrassed your hair and wiped your tears. The littlest things your ex could never do. Despite his comfort, you simply couldn’t get over him. He was your first everything, first love, first kiss, first time. You gave him every inch of you, and kept your legs apart for him.

And Baji couldn’t stand it. Every time his damn name slipped out of your mouth, he nearly snapped the cigarette in half. He hated how much the bastard hurt you, enough where it became a memory burned into your brain. He wished so badly to make you forget him, wipe his memory from your mind. Well, he did. after another night of tearful ranting, Baji would defuse his cigarette and turn to you.

“stop talking about him.”

You didn’t have time to turn when he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. His hand cupping your cheek, deep brown eyes staring back into yours. Neither of you were even thinking, not even after your clothes were on the floor. Despite being a rougher man, he was tender with you.

“forget about him, look at me.”

Gentle whispers of nothing filled your ears as he slowly filled your sweet cunt. His soft skin brushing against yours, his hands gripping the couch cushion that rested below your head. Baji fucked you through the night, orgasm after orgasm tore through you. He didn’t stop till you went stupid, high on the feeling of his cock stuffing you to the brim. Even after you soaked his dick with your arousal, the man had yet to cum, too focused on you and you only. His thrusts became sloppy, his hips stuttering and his groans became soft moans that made you almost fall for the man. You didn’t expect such pretty sounds to come from a large guy like him. Reaching his limit, he leans down and smashed his lips against yours, muffleing out your whines. Your heart dropped to your stomach at the way he treats your body, kissing you like your his boyfriend but fucking you like a whore. You stared back at him, tears stained your cheeks and lips glossy from his messy kisses.

“Keisuke, please..”

Baji cocked his head, his eyes looking gold in the moonlight.

“Please, inside..”

You softly cried out, throat sore from the whining. You let go of his bicep to reach down to your stuffed cunt, using two fingers to spread your lips apart. You watched baji’s eyes widened, pure lust and need ingrained into those dilated pupils. A grin stretched across his lips, enough to where his fangs showed, a feature you adored on him. He leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and trailing his fingers against your neck, eventually wrapping them around it. His grip was tight, but not enough to where it hurt. He chuckles, seeing your curious eyes and slight smile on your face told him what your ex couldn’t do. His hips snapped against yours once again as he forced your legs apart further, abusing your sweet spot till your body went numb.

“Fuck, how could he give all of this up..” he whispered between moans. “How could he leave such a pretty boy like you..?” he pressed his head into your neck, softly kissing and licking the dark bruises he left earlier. The knot in your stomach was close to snapping.

“K-keisuke! Fuck! I’m–I'm close!” you cried out.

“Let go for me then.” he rasped, his thrusts getting wilder. “Cum on my cock pretty thing.” His voice was enough to tip you over the edge, another orgasm ripped through your body as you screamed his name out. He hoped it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. you were seeing stars by the time baji reached his high, shot back down to reality as he painted your cunny white. you were in awe, and almost falling head over heels for your ex’s best friend.

night after night of heated sex, something new waiting for you. by the next week, he had you bent over his kitchen counter, mercilessly fucking you from

behind. Another night, he stuffed your mouth in the backseat of his car before manhandling you and ate out your sweet cunt. Giving your sensative pussy a couple slaps that tore a yelp out of you. Baji never failed to surprise you, let alone tease new things out of you. The adrenaline you felt everytime you came home to your cheating ex with your cunt stuffed, knowing well who was the culprit. Every lonely night when he’s away with another man, your phone dings with a text from Baji.

The painful memories of that night would wash away the moment the gold eye man was balls deep in you. He fucked you slow, savoring every inch of you. Drowning you in the intoxicating pleasure, you never noticed your ex standing behind your cracked open door. However, Baji drank up his embarrassment and shame. From the looks of his eyes, he could see regret painted all over his face. Regret for throwing his boyfriend in the dirt for a one night stand, thinking he’ll get away with it. Admittedly, the raventte wanted this to happen. His fantasy of fucking you in front of the man who broke your heart was coming to reality right before his very eyes.

A grin stretched across his lips, almost mocking the man in the hall. His eyes trailed down back to you, fucked out and near sobbing. His cock still sitting snug in your cunt, soaked from your previous orgasms. God, he couldn’t get enough of you, and now that the man he hates the most is standing right there, he just had to keep going. He leaned down to your ear, lips almost touching it.

“We’re just gettin’ started baby, don’t give up on me now..”

[velvetwarfare]

𝐖𝐇𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃? 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃?

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄. ]

• 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 / 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.

• 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃.

• 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 [ 𝐎𝐂 ], 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍.

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 : Here!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎 : The lovely @stolsas!!!! 🖤

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 : @voxxisms, @staticintone, @hellmxses

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : @voxxisms, @unholi, @mothvalentino, @hazbinhive, @hashtag-bitch, @lettherebemonsters, @jc-helluva-mumu, @hellmxses

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒. || 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑. [ Character sheet. ]

[lunaverrse]

020, mason & alice.

SET THE SCENE

aceitando

Mason & Alice : feat. @farewellnevrland🌸

Não era uma grande novidade que Mason não tinha grandes habilidades em analisar obras de arte ou qualquer coisa do tipo. Assumir isso assim, sem pensar demais nas consequências, era um risco que ele gostava de correr. Como é que um ourives, um homem que trabalhava diretamente com a criatividade, poderia assumir tão facilmente uma coisa daquelas? Bom, ele não via problemas. A não ser que quisesse impressionar uma garota, como era o caso naquele exato momento.

O Museu Nacional de Arte Moderna e Contemporânea era um lugar magnífico, repleto de história e cultura, e fazia parte do tour que os dois estavam percorrendo, nas cidades em que passavam. Entre museus de história, de arte e demais temáticas, ele sempre notava o interesse dela pelas pinturas. A mulher tinha um entusiasmo de se admirar, caminhava pelas salas espaçosas e sempre parava para observar alguma peça histórica ou obras de arte em exposição. O inglês tentava acompanhar de perto, mas admitia que era difícil se mostrar um cara de bom papo naquele tópico.

A situação mudou um pouco de figura quando chegaram perto do famoso Portrait of a Beauty, o pequeno quadro que ficava em um canto mal iluminado do museu e que não oferecia muito alvoroço aos que não conheciam o êscandalo de falsificação mais famoso do país e que envolvia não apenas o próproprio museu e uma grande artista coreana, como funcionários de alto escalão do governo e outras figuras públicas. Mason só sabia de tudo aquilo por meio do avô, diferente dele, um grande apreciador e conhecedor das artes e que havia contado tudo o que sabia sobre o caso. Munido de informações e disposto a chamar a atenção da mulher naquele dia, no maior estilo curador de arte, o Kwon cruzou os braços sob o peito e, alguns segundos depois, apoiou o queixo entre o polegar e o indicador da mão direita. Um legítimo apaixonado pelas artes, não?

Ali ele ficou, por longos minutos, imaginando que estivesse impactando algo ao redor com sua postura. Foi apenas quando virou o rosto para fazer um comentário espertinho, e que havia sido devidamente ensaiado nos últimos dez minutos, que notou Alice logo ao seu lado, parada e admirando o mesmo quadro com uma expressão que denotava o maior dos interesses. Apenas o olhar dela já era mais profundo do que todo o circo que Mason havia armado ali, e ao ourives, restou uma risadinha meio sem jeito, meio resignada. Ele relaxou um pouco o corpo e se aproximou dela, passando o braço direito ao redor de seus ombros, em um gesto que se pretendia muito mais confortável e acolhedor. — É lindo, não é? — Tinha ensaiado um tanto de palavras mais complexas para dizer, mas já tinha entendido que não havia necessidade nenhuma, o que bastava era o sentimento que ela colocava no momento e em cada nova visita que ele tentava proporcionar diariamente. Se Mason estava pensando em impressionar Alice primeiro, mal havia notado que ele mesmo já tinha sido impressionado há muito mais tempo.

[gwnoir]

—— 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 por gwnoir arte de: tamelee

amigos essa aqui ficou um arraso!! a ideia de colcoar os dois em cima da frigideira surgiu do além e eu consegui fazer dar certo sem chorar <3

[halfdent]

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 .  Words  that  Gotham  City  once  strived  towards  .  Remembering  young  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  the  youngest  and  fast  rising  district  attorney  of  his  time  .  The  dashing  DA  quickly  fell  from  grace  when  an  incident  in  the  court  room  led  to  permanent  scarring  across  his  face  and  partially  to  his  left  side  .  It  wasn't  just  the  man's  appearance  scared  that  day  but  his  reputation  too  .  Now  Gotham  fears  the  name  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓   a  man  of  a  dichotomous  nature  .  " 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 " .

◖#𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◗ by 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 .

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 .  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 .

[zigzagziggyyy]

Hey everyone!

From now on I will be taking requests!! Whether you want to see more content featuring a particular character or actor, or have any other creative ideas for me, or something/someone totally new. I would love to hear your suggestions!

Let me know what you’d like to see more off!

In the meantime, I have done a master list of all the gifs I have recently done for both Billy and Lou. I plan on redoing most of them because I believe the new versions will be an improvement over the originals that I have done. I think I have included all the links 😌

Many thanks 🙏🏻

Ziggy 🤍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃- 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓- 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 - Pft 1, Pt 2

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - pt 1, pt2

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 - pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 - pt 1

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 - pt 1

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 - pt1, pt2

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 - pt1, pt2

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐘- pt1

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐎- pt1

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍- pt1

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐏.𝐃- pt1, pt2

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 - pt1

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐒- pt1

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆- pt1

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐖- pt1, pt2, pt3

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒- pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9 , pt10, pt11

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒- pt1

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐒 - pt1,

𝐌𝐓𝐕 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 - pt1

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝟏&𝟐 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐖 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐓 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐗 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 - pt1

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄- pt1

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀 - pt1

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - pt1

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 - pt1, pt2

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 - pt1,

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝟑𝐑𝐒 - pt1,

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐒 - pt1, pt2

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒 - pt1, pt2, pt3

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𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𖥔

summary ; rafe begins to push you away when he realises the true nature of his feelings towards you.

𖥔 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𖥔 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𖥔 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𖥔 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 *new*

𖥔 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𖥔 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. | Ao'nung

⤷ fourth installment of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, coming soon. ✎ᝰ ── based on the song : favorite crime , by olivia rodrigo.

ˏˋ °•*⁀➷ set before the events of atwow.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :

You don't know how it escalated, where the line was overstepped. When things became blurred. Once upon a time, it was you and Ao'nung against the world - then the tides rolled back in.

He was not yours to bestow upon and cherish so unapologetically. Not officially at least.

Bittersweet desolate operated your thoughts when you were with him because that is what you signed up for, wasn't it?

A willing accomplice in a partnership that was bound to fail and perish right from the start.

You were his scapegoat for everything that could ruin his reputation, a guard to all the troubles he harbored.

Yet he fled from your life at the peak of it all, two broken hearts in tow.

Somehow though - even then, you'd do it all again.

Deep down you knew…Ao'nung would do the same.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ao'nung x afab!metkayina reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, cussing, heartbreak, reader falls first but he falls harder, jealousy, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, slowburn, more to be added in the near future.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

⤷ if you would like to join 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 taglist please comment on the linked post or ask through my inbox. thank you!♡

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            𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝟏.𝟖𝐊 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

I’m not good with words so I’ll just keep this short. Thank you so much for 1.8k!! When I started this account I had no idea I would grow into this much, thank you to the amazing people who have supported me throughout, it means alot to me. I’m excited for what's about to come ahead in the future <333

oh and I'm extremely sorry for not being able to finish my old requests, I promise I'll get to them as soon as I can!

closes: 19/11/22

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𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄

PIRATES RUN THE SEA, AND THE BLUE DEVILS ARE AWAITING TO BE CROWNED THE KINGS. Monsters come in all shapes and forms but every creature abandoned and broken desires humanity’s most basic gift: survival. In an era of carnage, bloodshed and terror, it takes teeth and desperation to claw from the depths of hell to the sea. Beyond the horizon lies a promise of the greatest treasure that any human could covet - the promise of the fulfillment of any dream by the Goddess of creation herself.

For it is only she who can remake the world. 

Hungry goes the soul, anguish and rot consumes you in the prison that’s shackled you. Only hope of the divine lights a flickering blaze in your brittle heart. Condemned for your unending tragedies, a chance to escape and conquer the ocean is whispered through the ears of the world’s worst criminals. This is a chance to turn the hand of fate to your liking, to shed the grime that you call skin and bask in the warmth of the sun. To change the universe, to fulfill a shattered dream, all you need to do is hunt Genesis. 

But first, every convict needs to escape. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

⌱ BLUE DEVILS is a 21+ action adventure fantasy pirate roleplay inspired by Black Sails, One Piece, Blackbeard, The Odyssey and other sea sailing stories. This is a limited run roleplay expected to run between 8-12 months. The story begins with a group of terrible pirates forced to work together to escape the world’s strongest prison while on the run from the marines in search of a Goddess who can grant any wish. 

⌱ REBLOG this promo post to gain early access to the [  masterlist ] and for a chance to select the first skeleton to be released! 

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⤫ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙