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• while we do what lovers do || E | 8/8 | 58,073 words | jegulus fake dating au, background wolfstar, dorlene, marlily, rosekiller, romantic comedy, james being hopelessly in love and regulus being oblivious to it

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darling, can i be your favorite? || E | wolfstar | short stories | multiple chapters | continuation of the onlyfans au, fluff, angst and lots and lots of smut

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—oneshots:

wolfstar:

happy birthday, moony || E | 2934 words | sirius tries to bake remus a cake, it doesn't go very well (baking, banter and shower sex)

don’t just stand there staring, honey || E | 9032 words | remus and sirius are roommates and sirius keeps bringing people home—remus is starting to go crazy

how will you kiss? where will you bite? || E | 1940 words | sirius and remus are engaged, they might also have a breeding kink that goes unspoken

run baby, run || E | 6462 words | Sirius wants Remus to lose control close to the full moon, chaos in the woods ensues

made for lovin' you || E | 12,663 words | sirius has an onlyfans and wants to branch out, turns out so does remus

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say please || E | 2645 words | prompt 1 for the marauders with palestine project — magical sex toys | jegulus

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for a minute, the world seems so simple || G | 4662 words | prompt 2 for the marauders with Palestine project — after the prank, Remus leaves Hogwarts | moonchaser (James/Remus)

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agere moodboards for every mlp character, #3 : rainbow dash! i used to relate so much to rainbow that she’s still a comfort for me :3 headcanons below cut

probs the biggest age range, from 2-13; average age is 4-9 tho

voluntary for the most part, but involuntary after a bad day.

main cg is applejack!

wonderbolts super fan. posters, toys, action figures, everything. when she got a wonderbolts poster of herself she cried of joy

surprisingly sleepy!!! she still has a lot of energy, but when she’s little, she’s usually napping on clouds or following applejack while she does stuff around sweet apple acres

when she isn’t doing that, she’s either helping applejack when she’s bigger, or chasing around the cnc when she’s smaller!

isn’t the best at flying when she’s little. she CAN, but can only glide for the most part

once she regressed around the wonderbolts, and spent all of the practice getting their autographs (which they were happy to give)

daring doo!!!!!! her favorite story :3 when she’s super small, someone has to read it to her, or she refuses to sleep

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DELTA DAWN - part 2// Bee in your bonnet

Pairing: camp counselour!joel miller x camp lifeguard!afab!reader

Rating: E!!!!! 18+ MDNI

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: (1979 summer camp AU) Things go south one morning after a particularly catty argument between Joel and our lifeguard in Joel's boat shed/self proclaimed 'man cave'. - Pictures in the moodboard are simply to get the imagination racing and for me to spill my pinterest all over your screens, the reader is at no point described!

Chapter warnings: age gap (20 + 49), enemies to loves - i mean it, mean!joel, lowkey mean!reader but we love them both, slight vouyerism, cigarette smoking, talk of pornographic magazines, complicated relationship (billy and reader dw), oral (fem receiving), semi-public sex (door open but thats it, degrading, pet names (kiddo, sweetie, doll - the good stuff ykyk), fingering idk, slow burn, fem!masturbation dirty talk, no descriptors of reader except she has hair and is a similar height to joel cause im tired of the lack of tall girl representation in fics, sorry... if that ruins it for you just imagine i never said that), NO USE OF Y/N.

a/n: eekkkk ok you can probably tell from his horrific piece of writing that ive never done proper smut and i went a little overboard but i'm sure you'll like it anyway. i've probably got one or two more parts of their story left in me, depending on how happy i want the ending to be. Id love to get requests if anyone has any bright ideas! I love the 3 people who are reading this, it really makes me blush and you don't even know it.... also lmk if you want to be on the taglist for any future writings xxxx

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You were up in the chair early. Waking especially to sit and watch as the sun rose higher over the lake and above the pines, hoping to get there before Joel, just so you had time to ground yourself. You toyed with the cigarette between your fingers, a habit of yours that had really been getting you through the last agonising couple of days of avoiding Joel Miller, but there was no putting it off this morning. 

Kayaking. Something you’d never really specialised in and were not convinced you'd know how to deal with if things were to go south.However, as always, you kept your doubts to yourself. Joel was taking the kids today, he was good with them and obviously knew what he was doing on the water. You hoped that meant no accidents.

“No smoking in the chair, cupcake.” Here we go again.

“Good morning to you too, cupcake.” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to turn around to see the one thing on your frazzled mind, not bothering to put out the cigarette either, 

“Kids’ll be here soon, Lou’s bringin’em” He said coldly in reply, standing beside your chair, his face level with your hips as he looked out to the water.

 Even being raised above him like this you still felt vulnerable, what was it about him? He turned to look up at you with his big arms crossed against his torso, “so, be a doll and put that thing out f’me will’ya?” The chair rocked slightly as he patted it, condescending as ever. 

You rolled your eyes yet again and dropped the cigarette down beside his feet, raising your eyebrows. It was bratty and yeah probably a little crueller than required, but it felt damn good. “Happy?” you were pushing it, really pushing it, you could see it in Joel's hard expression. his impressive profile was only defined by the hot mid-morning sun as he glared up at you through narrowed eyes. He put on his ray-bans and turned away. =

The kids hung onto every word he said as he stood in front of you explaining to them how to kayak, in a way they never did with Billy or Abel, or even Sharon. You tried to listen, tried to look out at the lake, tried to do something that wasn't blatantly staring at his tight ass, the muscles in his back under his t-shirt. It was torture, adjusting in your chair, shifting around like a bitch in heat. 

“Eyes on the water, lifeguard,” He taunted you from the deck, you’d really needed to remember your sunglasses next time. 

If you thought the other day was bad, this was worse, sitting there melting into your lifeguard chair watching Joel being the hottest man alive and not caring how it might make you feel. The kids were playing capture the flag in the woods by the light of the setting sun, giving you a minute to cool off against a tree, the cigarettes lighting themselves at this point. 

Your skin was lit up by the orange light that dotted through the trees as it sunk below the horizon. It was the first moment of mercy you’d gotten from this god-awful day of Joel Miller and his stupid tanned skin, the little sweat droplets on the back of his neck, his salt and pepper scruff, the thought of how it would feel against your inner-

“Found you,” You smelt Billy before you saw him, his freckled arms embracing you from behind, knocking you out of your dreamy state. 

“You know this thing? It's called a shower, real cool I hear?” You chuckled, trying to laugh a little to disguise it as a joke, the last thing it was.

“Haha, very funny,” Billy smirked, planting wet kisses across your neck from behind, the moustache he’d been trying to grow tickling your jaw. 

“Quit it,” You raised your hands, your shoulders tensing like an alarmed cat as he grinds messily against you, “There's kids around you little shit.”

Billy murmured a chuckle against your skin, his tongue tracing against it, a sensation that had the hairs on your arms standing up. “I’ll make it quick,” Now there was something you could count on. 

“I said quit,” you turned abruptly to look at him, brushing yourself off, realising the harsh tone of voice you’d used. He looked pained, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes darting around your face quizzically. 

“You know what,” Billy folded his arms, looking you up and down bitterly, “Im tired of you being a fuckin’ prude the whole time,” His voice was raised, whiny, trying to sound like his father. 

You scoffed, putting your head in your hands and shaking your head in disbelief, this kid was insane. “Its not my duty to fuck you whenever you so wish, christ, you really are an entitled son of a gun,” 

Billy stamped out his cigarette onto the ground, “Nasty bitch,” he shook his head, spitting on the floor, charming. “Don’t know why I even bother.” He marched off, back to his cabin probably, off to write another song about how much he hates women you’d have the pleasure of hearing at his next gig.

The day was dragging, it seemed unceasing, like this spiralling, horny, angry mess that was your body. The forest was quiet again without Billy’s cursing, often you’d hear a distant shout from a kid who’d been caught or a group of them running around, but it was hard to differentiate from a bird call, or the wind in the trees.

“Trouble in paradise.” Great. 

“Look, I am not in the mood, so be a sweetie and kindly fuck the fuck off.” 

That earnt an impressed chuckle from behind you, another pair of broad shoulders leaning beside you on the tree. “S’ my darn woods, ‘do whatever the hell i like, thank you missy,”

“Joel I'm serious, whatever witty little jabs you're cooking up, save them for another day,” You looked to him, it was hard to look away whenever you did. 

“Wasn’t,” He shrugged, there was that gruff, southern nonchalance yet again, christ how it got to you, the complete opposite of Billy’s incessant bitching. You almost wished he cared enough to go off on you the way Billy tried to. 

“Well…” you paused, eyes darting over his face, the strong profile, low set brows, those pouty lips you’d gotten pretty damn used to this week. “Dont,” you concluded.

“You really do have a bee in your bonnet don't you, kiddo,” there it was, just as you’d predicted, calm and collected and making you want to blow his brains out.

You shrugged. “Its Billy,” You shook your head, well that was only one of the bees in your very buzzy bonnet, Joels fucking face was the other. “You heard?” 

He nodded, “I heard enough,” you both stood in the ambience of the evening, kids whooping, birds sounding from the trees. “Billy’s a dick you know that, ‘don’t know a single fucker from here to Timbuktu that dont know that,”  

You couldn't help but chuckle, relaxing further against the tree, your shoulders untensing for the first time in weeks, forgetting who the enemy was. “You know fuckers in Timbuktu?” 

“I bet I do,” he nodded, crossing his arms against his broad chest, the camp staff t-shirt barely accommodating his largeness. 

Joel sighed, looking over at you, “got one of them cancer sticks you're always suckin’ on?” you had a whole pack of them in your back pocket. 

He thanked you and lit one with the janky lighter you'd stolen from Abel, smoke muddying your view of him. There was a lull. “I don't know why you lead that bastard on,” he said through the smoke. 

“Im hardly leading him on,” You scoffed, lighting a cigarette for yourself. “He was the one who wanted to keep this to strictly fuck-buddies,” Lucky for you, imagine being Billies girlfriend, jeepers.

“Sounds like you can’t even do that?” he smirked, and there he was again. 

“You know, as I find myself repeating these days, s’really none of your business,” you laughed, turning to him, sighing through the familiar heat in your abdomen, the butterflies that felt more like horse flies in your stomach back and buzzing harder than ever. 

“You're makin’ it my business, havin’ your lover's spat in my earshot.” he retaliated calmly.

you opened your mouth to bite back with something that attempted to match his condescension, but that was an impossible task. “You know what,” you settled on, again grasping for something to finish that sentence. “Fuck,” again you were gotten the better of.

“I’m stuck with him for the next three weeks, so, gotta keep sweet for that long I guess, maybe put out a couple times.” 

He nodded, stamping out his cigarette next to billies, “S’a damn shame,” The eye contact felt like glass in your eyes, felt a big hand twisting your throat till it turned blue, it was those eyes of his in that permanent, laboured squint which you assumed came with age, they killed you. A damn shame. The words played on repeat like a song on Sharon's broken radio, the static soiling his voice in your mind. A damn shame. He was right, it was a damn shame. 

“Would you make sure to deal with those kayaks tomorrow morning’, lifeguard? Just gotta pile em’ up in the shed,” He said over his shoulder as he turned to saunter away. 

Before you could get your bearings, you were alone again, admittedly less grateful for it too. 

Morning, kayaks, shed. Sounded like a relatively agreeable task that wasn't asking too much right? Wrong. You were lucky your body had gotten into the rhythm of waking up at sunrise cause this was a goliath task. Hauling 15 kayaks from one side of the lake to the other wasn't something you’d factored into your morning of rest and relaxation. You’d planned to take a secret dip, maybe grab a coffee, take a shower if you had time. But no, you were out sweating under the morning sun, huffing like a workhorse.

When the last kayak was hauled into the dirty little shed you reclined on the desk, all dusty and grotty but it didn’t even matter. Heck, you weren't even perturbed by the smug house spider that was perched close to your palm, not even giving a second thought to the porn magazine discarded beside your head. All you could think about was how this wasn't what you’d bargained for when you agreed to go on this little jaunt up to the northwest, oh yeah, and how much you hated Joel Miller. 

After a couple of minutes of huffing and puffing, grumbling to yourself about how you were meant to be in LA by now, living a rich and famous life as some kind of starlet, a model, an actress maybe. The shed was a mess, every surface littered with junk. There was fishing equipment, books, more beer cans than you could count, the whole thing screamed Joel. 

Soon, without even meaning to, your nimble fingers were straightening objects, tossing the cans into the bin, dusting, flicking through boxes, you even took the spider outside. 

“Hey,” You heard a jumpy voice from behind you, clearly receiving the same fright you’d got from the sound of his voice. “What are you-” It was Joel, an accusatory expression all over his knitted brow. He saw the small desk bin behind your back, the cans in it, he saw the neat shelves and dusted desk with all his papers stacked orderly. 

“Hey hey hey, I have a system..” Joel bolted over to where you stood, snatching the bin out of your hands, his knuckles grazing yours, you were in deep if such a small gesture made your heart drop so far down. “There's a system,” he repeated, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on his uncluttered desk, looking… pained, addled by the whole thing. 

You scoffed, enjoying seeing Joel off guard, it was always you getting snuck up on, getting caught in a vulnerable situation. “Is the system complete chaos, cause wow Joel, im impressed,” you put your hands on your hips, your little red shorts riding dangerously high. 

“No one asked you to go messing in my affairs,” he tutted, rubbing his brow, god he was a drama queen. 

“Your affairs?” you laughed maniacally, “By your affairs do you mean a few dozen beer bottles, some dusty kayaks and your crusty spank bank mag?” 

He scoffed, looking down at the magazine down on the desk. He'd been got, he’d give you that. “Just clear off, don’t need your bitchin,” He turned his back on you, tampering with your neat new order on his desk, “too damn early,”

You were furious, not even a thank you? If not for drastically improving his workspace, at least for stacking the kayaks, a lot of work if you did say so yourself. “Are you kidding,” you whined, walking up to stand behind him, trying to get his attention. 

“I’ve been doing hard fucking labour, sleepy head, what were you doing? Jerking it into a porn mag I'm guessing?” he chuckled at this, turning over his shoulder to look at your exasperated expression. “Hard labour?” he murmured, audibly amused by your claim.

“Oh you poor thing,” he mocked, turning round fully to look at you, “Doll, you ain’t done a day of hard labour in your pretty little life.” He smirked wildly.

“You don’t know a thing about my life Miller,” you said, sounding like some cheesy cowboy movie, his accent rubbing off on her a little. This caused a full belly laugh to erupt from him, it caught you off guard.

“Your life ain't nothin’ but sunshine and rainbows, sugar, maybe a day’a ‘hard labour’ would do you some good.” He chuckled, walking across the room and correcting the ‘mess’ you made of his ‘system’. “Fuck you,” you bellowed, crossing your arms, your eyes wide and full of fury as you watched him in all his casual, condescending glory. 

“You are maybe the most infuriating motherfuck on this damn earth,” you said through your teeth, so mad, so hot, so done with it all. He just chuckled again, raising his eyebrows, you were starting to just want his attention, wanting him to reciprocate your anger, not caring how you got there. 

“And by the way, I don't care how you see it, I've been up all morning slaving away at something I am certainly not paid for and I don't even get a thank you?” You blurted out, the words falling out of you, you convinced yourself you felt sweat actually drip from your chin. 

He turned to you, annoyingly amused, but there was something else, an underlying rage that really disrupted the usual sedate presence he provided. “Thank you?” He smirked, quirking an eyebrow. 

You paused, never had you ever felt so damn angry at a man. “Listen up-” you began with a huff before being interrupted by Joel stalking over to you with a hostile smirk on his face. Towering over you even though you were a similar height, you backed up against his desk very slightly, trying to keep your chin raised cockily. 

“Are you always this fuckin’ cranky?” he shook his head in amused disbelief and let out an exasperated scoff at the stuttering look on your face. 

You could feel your heart beating like that of a hamster, hammering against your chest. He was so close you could smell him, old spice deodorant, campfires, the slightest tang of sweat and lake water, also the musty dust smell of the shack, you thought you might faint like some Victorian chick. 

He was close, too close for comfort, his muscular frame, the threat of a non-sedate Joel wasn't something that settled you. You gazed into those eyes of his, narrow and all-seeing under a thick, heavy brow. “How’re we gonna cheer you up, huh kiddo?” He raised his eyebrows in mock concern, your mouth was left agape, eyes so wide they might pop. Joel was closer now, looking down at her very slightly, his breath fanned over her face. Holy fuck.

“Can’t have you all bitchy after doin’ me one little task, now can we?” He said after a beat, placing his hand on your jaw, wiping away a caked bit of dirt, probably from all that ‘hard labour,’ his big thumb moved from your jaw to swipe across your lips softly, gently feeling the plush, pillowy skin, freshly chapstick-ed from the Carmex in your pocket. “Can we, sugar?” he repeated the rhetorical question down at you. She shook her head lightly, the obedience hitting her like a 10 foot wave. 

“That's better, that's it, that's better,” He said softly, like he was talking to a jumpy animal. “Not so hard being a nice girl is it now? Not so bad?” he cocked his head and raised her brow, she shook her head absentmindedly once more, completely entranced by whatever was happening to her right here against Joel's desk. 

He nodded, his hand darting between your teeth, his other fingers holding your jaw still underneath. The other hand rested precariously on your thigh, leaning closer so you were sat up on the desk, right beside the dirty mag. 

He let his hand trace drowsy circled under the hem of your shorts, his eyes following, “Think you're cute?” he smirked, his eyes told a different story, taunting, stormy. “walkin' round in those little damn shorts, all prissy, like you own the place?” He said darkly, almost to yourself, holding your eyes with his, his thumb swiping between your teeth, pressing the pad against your tongue. “Suck,” You did it straight away, hollowing your cheeks out and letting whatever this was happen.

You convinced yourself it was some kind of gross fever dream, being out in the heat for the last few days had given you hallucinations, but it felt real, the taste was real on your tongue, his taste. you lapped it up like medicine. 

He clenched his jaw and gazed at your lips wrapping around his thick thumb, fuck. His fingers grazed the seam of your bikini bottoms under your shorts, he could already feel how warm you were down there, how much this was getting to you. He held eye contact with you as he pulled your shorts off, motioning for you to lift your ass, you were feeling compliant, a rare feeling. 

Your bikini bottoms followed, leaving you bare on the desk, the lifeguard top riding up your midriff revealing your glistening (very 70s (interpret that however you like)) cunt to the daylight that streamed in through the open door - a risk Joel seemed to be taking, or something he probably hadn't even considered. 

He rolled his neck, his hands on his hips, he seemed to be considering his options, weighing up the consequences. You pushed your knees together, hoping for a little modesty, the answer was no as Joel's big hands reached down and parted your legs once again. 

“Ah, ah, baby,” he smirked wildly, truly a man starved. He reached down and dragged his finger between your folds, holding the wet digit to the light. It was all achingly slow, he sucked his finger clean, his eyes on yours as he tasted you, letting out a gruff, guttural groan. 

“This gonna keep you sweet?” he said with an icy smirk, her skin was like a furnace; a sweaty, wet, flustered, confused puddle on this desk, dripping everywhere. “Keep you outta my way for a couple days maybe, kiddo?” He chuckled, looking at her domineeringly. “How’s that sound?” 

You nodded eagerly, your expression desperate, whiny, you needed this bad. “When you touch yourself, whadd’ya think 'bout?” he taunted, leaning a hand either side of your hips on the desk, “You,” you gave in, it was just too easy when he talked to you like that. 

“Show me,” He smirked, his words almost a growl, you raised your eyebrows. “Your a pretty little idiot aren'cha?” Now he was just being mean. “Touch yourself the way you do when you're in your cabin, up in your bunk, squirmin’ around,” 

It was so easy, to let him order you around, to succumb to it. The heat, all the bantering, it had melted you into putty in his hands, it’d get to anyone. So there you were, on Joel Miller's desk, bare on the bottom half, your hand drawing tight circles around your aching clit. 

“Fuck,” you bit down on your lip, it was all overwhelming, the feeling of an orgasm coiling around your spine, the blistering, green-house-type heat that had you all rosy and sweaty, the fact that Joel was stood right there, crossing his arms, watching you like a hawk. You knew he’d be a voyeur. 

You watched as his wire snapped and he’d had enough of just watching, adjusting the tent in his shorts. He knelt down in front of you, his eyes looking bigger than usual from this angle, wilder almost feral. he pulled at your hips violently, hoisting you around so your back was flat against the desk, your head leant up against the wall so you could watch exactly what he was going to do to you. 

His mouth was hot against you, licking a stripe up your seam. You could’ve sworn you heard him moan at the taste, felt the vibrations against your core. “This cunt is wasted on Keenan,” He chuckled, not even pulling away from you to lay his jab at Billy, he never could resist the chance. 

You moaned loudly, your hair flying into his hair, feeling the chocolatey, salt and pepper ends in your fingers and you pulled hard, close now. “Don’t fucking stop,” you whimpered, grinding your hips against his face, nose deep in your pussy. 

“Fuck, does he kiss it this good, doll?” He murmured, the vibrations of his baritone drawl against your aching clit were enough to make you toss your head back in sheer ecstasy, that coil winding uncomfortably tight, threatening to snap. 

“He doesn't.” you chuckled through moans, Billy had never ever eaten you out, no matter how many killer blowies you’d served to him on a silver platter. This seemed to appal Joel, who only licked deeper, slower against you, it was agonisingly good, toe curling. He scoffed down there, his thick index finger working at your hole now, dipping in easily despite how tight you were.

 “Poor thing, thas’ why you're so wound up,” He mewled from below, his voice patronising, taunting, but it touched you, “haven’t had someone take care of this pretty cunt in too long hmm? shit, I’d be mean too.” He said with a wet smirk, pulling away to slot another finger in, but you wouldn't give. “Won’t be able to take my cock if you can take two fingers down here,” He chuckled, taunting you further.

“Please don't stop Joel,” you squealed, pulling his hair painfully tight between your fingers, his condescending words only making you hotter, you weren’t usually into that, but shit, Joel could be wearing a fucking tutu and you’d be into it, come to think of it… 

He was grinning smugly as he pushed his fingers into you at a gruelling pace, the desk shook underneath you, your head thrown back against the wall. “Billy hasn't done me any damn favours down here, you're tight as a virgin, baby,” you could see the smirk on his stupid face even with your eyes clenched shut. 

Your release hit harder than it ever had before, your leg shook hard, a string of ‘fuck’s and ‘holy shit’s, laced with a fair pinch of ‘Joel’s and ‘baby’s, blurted out of your lips, you felt your abdomen clench and moaned incoherently, but Joel wasn't quitting, still kitten licking at your inflamed core, fingers curling up and into you, finding a new depth with every push. 

“Joel stop, it-its,” you panted, not even recognising your own voice now, your vision blurred. Overstimulated didn't even sum it up, that shit hurt. 

He didn't care, lost in your taste, lost in the feeling of you clenching around his digits. “Cocky little lifeguard, you're the bane of my life, you know that sweetie?” He said against your wetness, not giving a flying fuck how uncomfortable this was getting, knowing soon you’d ride it into another earth-eating orgasm. 

“Really shouldn't be doin’ this with’ya, Can’t be,” He said over your moans as the discomfort bled into insatiable pleasure, the desk hard against your clammy ass, your release leaking down your thigh and pooling below you. “Holy fuck-” you squealed, your hand on his shoulder to stop yourself from collapsing, the other interwined in his thick hair, that must’ve hurt. 

“How old even are you?” he asked with a mischievous chuckle, pulling his face away and slowing his hand movements, no no no no no. Your brain was fuzzy, all you could process was that Joel had stopped and that felt like death. “20,” She said quickly, needing him to continue. He knew what he was doing, taking a moment to process, watching the way you were squirming, so desperate for him yet again. 

“You're too young for me, kiddo,” He said as he dove back into your crotch, a very contradictory statement when reflected against his actions so far this morning, i know. “I am not,” you bit back through a whimper, pouting, your eyes fluttering shut once again.

 “How old’re you anyways,” you panted, your words all broken and high pitched, too fucked-out to feel humiliated. “76?” You chuckled, feeling your second orgasm of the morning chasing after you. 

He bit down ever so slightly on your clit, causing you to wince and buck your hips, it didn't cause any damage or hurt, just hard enough to shut your bratty ass up. “49, missy,” he replied coldly from below you. “Watch it,” 

“You wanna take my 76 year old cock next? think you can take it?” He smirked, pulling away to focus on his hand movements, in and out, hitting that spongy part of you, deeper than you could ever get. You nodded, words almost escaping you for the first time in your smart-ass life. He chuckled deeply at this, a hearty sound you were starting to crave like a meth-head. “She’s a trooper, ain’t she?” He breathed in your ear, planting a small, firm kiss on your neck, his fingers gaining a bruising pace, loud wails escaping your quivering lips.

“Fuck j-joel,” you stammered, your hot breath fanning against his neck, “want, need your cock,” you were getting needy, washed up by the incoming wave of your orgasm, ready to hit just as hard as before, if that was physically possible. “Don't get greedy now,” He smirked down at you, eyes wild. Hot tears were rolling down your cheeks, salty and stinging, your body shaking, giving way to another tortuous release. 

He pulled his hand away and sucked eagerly at his drenched fingers, watching as you came apart on the desk, moaning and whining for him. 

He sat you up, grabbing a coke from his outdoor refrigerator and leaning against it as he opened it, muscles flexing he clicked it open, tossing the bottle opener to the side and handing it to you. You grasped it with clammy palms, your vision slowly coming back, your body still fucked-out and trembling, cock-dumb for a cock you hadn't even had. 

“Welp,” He put his hands on his hips, like some suburban dad done with a barbecue, “that was real nice, weren't it?” He patted you on the shoulder, ignoring the bewildered expression on your face. 

“Duty calls, kids’ll be down here in an hour or so,” he slapped his thighs and raised his eyebrows, it was as if he’d just given you a friendly handshake, not eaten you out and made you cum twice. 

“Aren’t you going to..” you stopped yourself, you’d been awaiting the next round, (even if you weren't sure you could take another round) the one he’d talked about with that same smug look on his face as he finger-fucked you. 

He grinned down at her, ruffling your hair, “another time hey kiddo?” he said kindly, but it was perhaps the furthest thing from kind you’d ever seen. You glared up at him in disbelief, mouth agape, cheeks rosy, skin glassy from tears of pleasure, you didn't even know that was a thing. He patted you on the shoulder, smiling earnestly, that glint of mischief turned to one of absolute cruelty in his eyes. 

“Atta’ girl.” 

And he was gone. Joel was out the door as quickly as he’d entered, leaving you panting, bottomless and flushed and sweaty, your shorts half way across the room, the coke bottle dampening your fingers.

 He’d really done a number on you, gotten you all needy and riled up, then done something to you that no one had ever bothered with. Then he’d just left, like it wasn't the best you’d ever felt, like you hadn't been imagining how many babies you were going to give him, what colour flowers’d be in your bouquet at the wedding.

 It was embarrassing; being humiliated yet a-fucking-gain by a man well over twice your age, legs trembling on the soaked desk, the model on the front of his porno magazine beside you grinning up at you smugly, fucking bitch. 

[starrydaycare]

It's me again! So, do you mind making a Jax moodboard with headcanons, and cartoon-ish aesthetic, farms and "mischievous kid" vibes? Like, I dunno how to explain, but I think you can get it. He's a trauma regressor because of the farm.

Maybe his regressor-buddy is Zooble? Not a Caregiver, but someone that regresses with him? They would have toy aesthetic and cartoon-ish aesthetic, too! Zooble is most likely a voluntary regressor.

Thaaaaaank you, pup!

Yuh huh, I can do that!! Sorry for being late to this request •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

🐇🧮Regressor!Jax and Regressor buddy!Zooble!

🐇Jax is a trauma regressor due to the farm from back before he became trapped in the circus. He usually regresses somewhere between 2-7, but on a worse day he can regress as young as a month old. His regression buddy is Zooble, who regresses around 6-8 years old.

🧮Jax, when older (4-7), is a very mischevious kiddo. He likes running around during quiet time and replacing other's toothpaste with mayo. He's louder, and tends to use his outdoor voice at the wrong times. He'll need multiple reminders to use his indoor voice when appropriate. Though whether he'll listen or not is up to him...

🐇When younger (3-), though, he's practically a sweetheart. A complete personality change from his usual hyper, mischevious self. He'll still have a bit of his usual self, laughing at silly faces and others' fails. But he's pretty calm and sweet, making grabby hands and holding his stuffies close. He naps a lot when younger, cuddling into his blankets and pillows with his best bud, Zooble, next to him.

🧮Zooble isn't near as energetic or mischevious as Jax is, prefering to keep to themself and play with their toys. Though, once they started regressing with Jax, they found themself wanting to be near Jax and play with him instead of by themself.

🐇Jax looooves dressing up and playing pretend when regressed! He likes games like Cowboys and House, as well as Princesses and Fairies. He likes all pretend games! His favorites are Cowboys and Princesses, though. Zooble isn't the biggest fan of games that take more energy, but they like playing with Jax so they'll settle with Cowboys and stuff.

🧮Now, playing pretend doesn't have to use up a lot of energy, but Jax prefers it that way. He's a very hyper and energetic older kiddo, so expect running from dragons and shooting Gangle with finger guns. Repeatedly.

🐇Jax likes to roll around. That's it. That's all I have to say about that.

🧮Somedays, Jax'll have a harder time, remembering the farm and various past traumas. Zooble helps him by holding him close, letting him cry on their shoulder while patting his back. If he wants distraction, then they'll play his games with him and watch Scooby Doo and Wild Kratts.

🐇Surprisingly, Jax hates upsetting Zooble and playing pranks on them when regressed. He can and will start crying if he accidentally takes their arm off of them or something. He loves his best bud, and doesn't wanna make them sad or upset!

🧮Him and Zooble are attatched to eachothers hips when regressed. You cannot seperate them without buckets upon buckets of tears being shed. They play together, sharing toys and video games. They watch TV together, watching a movie both of them like (or dislike, what matters to them is that they're together) with snacks and blankets galore. They share eachothers food, trading oreos for gushers and so on. You get the point.

🐇Long story short, they're the bestest of friends! Jax is energetic, mischevious and loud when regressed older, and quieter, sweeter and silly when regressed younger. Zooble is calmer and likes to play a lot, with building blocks and pop-its galore.

🧮🐇🧁

[thebutcherbingo]

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VALENTINE’S DEATH BINGO

Valentine’s Death Bingo is fit for those who love cold, harsh heartache blanketed with warm clothing. A story of a battle of life and love where all’s fair in love and war. A warm meal with a taste of anger, a dessert so sweet it reminds you of the bitterness of the past. 

The Butcher will cook a uniquely made menu for you and you only to celebrate a tragedy turned into celebration. 

Below listed the categories of menu you can choose:

Fruit from the tree (Angst): Will include prompts around; The symbolism from actual fruits, quotes from famous and well-known love letters all around the world (sad ones), Angst prompts in general, heartbreaking songs (quotes of the lyrics or the title), sad scenarios.

Warm hot chocolate (Fluff): Will include prompts around; List of foods and drinks surrounding Valentine’s days. More likely a dessert, something sweet. Quotes from famous and well-known love letters all around the world (Happy ones), fluff prompts in general. Happy, fluffy, and warm songs (quote of the lyrics or the title). Happy scenarios.

Bouquet of flowers (Romantic): Will include prompts around; Language of flowers (red rose - romantic love, yellow rose - friendship), general romantic quotes, quotes from famous and well-known love letters all around the world (maybe a confession), romantic prompts in general, romantic songs (quote of the lyrics or the title), romantic scenarios. (Bonus: A sketch of bouquet that include a whole concept already — note - a digital art)

Valentine’s Passion (Kink): Will include prompts around; Well… kinks, sex toys types, erotic or suggestive quotes from literatures, kink prompts in general, kinky/erotic songs (quote of the lyrics or the title), sex positions, erotic/steamy scenarios.

Valentine’s Death (You don't know what you're going to get. It could be personally made art to inspire you, a simple prompt, a simple quote from a song, personally made playlist, personally made moodboards, et cetera)

Valentine’s Death Bingo is pretty simple in its entirety. It has fewer variants of menus than the previous (which we still will cook) bingo. However the effort that's going to be put into it is higher.

Let's talk about Mannerism and customer's rights now:

While The Butcher is not a highly-demanded place, mannerism is needed or else you're going to be somebody's culinary experience.

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3. When you're eating—filling up your stomach—you are allowed to use any method to eat; with your hands, with a fork and a knife, with a spoon. Your experience when eating should grow depending on how you look at it.

4. It might sound weird, but The Butcher accepts if you play with your food however you want. For example, if you're ordering a chicken, you're free to make a poem out of it or an art, or just throw it in the trash.

5. The Butcher establishment is offering special badges if you finish eating your order. It's just for fun. The Butcher is all about having fun.

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1. Order from The Butcher establishment opens on October 11th 2023 and will be forever open, at least until The Butcher is dead.

2. The Butcher prefers having the customers take their time when eating so no one will die choking in the establishment, so… they have time to fill up their stomachs. There's no deadline. So even if you turned into vampires--like some of our customers and live eternally, you could still eat your fill.

3. The Butcher opens its door for two orders only, however, you can cut it into pieces. There is no minimum or maximum quantity for the requirement put in as a filling. 100 pieces? Go for it. 70,000 pieces? Go for it and have fun!

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4. The Butcher allows customers to bring food from another establishment and mix it up with The Butcher's order, as long as the other establishment allows it.

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[fazedlight]

2 for Shadows in the Sun and Parallel Effect. 6, 11 for Inauthentic. 19 and 25 over all 👀

oooh 👀

The Parallel Effect - 2. How did you come up with the idea?

The original thought was “Jumanji AU”, and I had the thought pretty early on that I wanted Kara to think she was trapped in a Black Mercy (only to later learn she was stuck in Obsidian with Lena). That was actually intended to last longer, but I ended up clueing the audience into what was happening pretty early. (I hope the moodboard still implies that, though.) 

From there, the story kind of evolved into playing around with different tropes (“there was only one bed”), though I won’t spoil why just in case someone reading this hasn’t read the fic yet and wants to.

Shadows in the Sun - 2. How did you come up with the idea?

Me writing rojarias is 100% your fault and you know it ❤️ I knew pretty early on that I wanted Sam to be involved in the Catco handoff to Andrea, and thought it’d be hilarious if they accidentally solved the rift in the background.

Originally, I wasn’t planning on Sam or Andrea finding out that KDISG, and I was going to put more humor into that happening in the background. (I also thought there might be an Andrea/Lena hatefuck era in there, but that ultimately didn't make it into the story either.)

I knew I also wanted to play a bit with Andrea’s narrative similarities to Kara. I think Andrea’s personality is similar to Lena’s, and I think Lena probably learned how to be sophisticated from Andrea in some sense. But Andrea also has similarities to Kara in how the rift played out - I purposefully wrote Kara very sympathetic to where Andrea is.

Inauthentic

6. How did you decide what tense and POV(s) to use?

I primarily wanted to focus on Kara's point of view, because the changes of the pink kryptonite were subtle, and I wanted her to not quite realize what was happening (and for the audience to internalize that, or be able to go back and say "oh, those were the signs").

The hardest part to write here was the almost-kiss scene, because I usually don’t like switching POV midscene. But it’s Kara who initiates, and I wanted to show the audience her thought process in doing that - but Lena needs to be the one to stop the kiss, and I wanted the audience to understand that too.

Pulling in Lois’ POV was fun. I tend to lean into my impression of her character from Smallville rather than Arrowverse, though I’ve never actually seen Smallville, so who knows if that’s accurate. (I have a friend who’s a deep Clois fan who I’ve talked a lot to about both Clois and Supercorp, I’m sure her interpretations influenced mine to an extent.) I toyed around with her having a more active (slightly trollish or crackfic-ish) role in the story, but none of that resonated quite right.

For tense, I find it hard to write in anything but past tense, even though I don't notice when reading whether it's past vs. present.

11. What was the most challenging aspect of writing it?

The most challenging part was actually the waiting - this was my first event fic, and I was still in a habit of yeeting things onto AO3 soon after writing.

I ended up tweaking the fic over time, adding another 1-2k words that were very much needed. Waiting is a good thing! Maybe someday I will learn patience 😂

Overall

19. While editing, did you kill any darlings? What were they?

All the time!! Though it’s hard to answer what since they tend to disappear from my mind when the fic is done. The nice thing is that they often reinvent themselves in some other fic/ficlet months later.

There’s a scene between Kara and Lillain that I wanted to write into No One and Nothing, before I remembered that Lillian was still in prison and so it made no sense to insert her there. That scene ended up slotting perfectly into Darkness in All Things, in a way that felt plot-driven given her involvement in the rest of the story.

25. Share your favorite line

Ooooh this is tough. I've now written 232k words, apparently, and I'm sure I'm forgetting others that might be my favorite. But I think it might be the passage from Even Though You're Kryptonian, where Kara has just taken a phantom zone projector blast in order to protect Lena:

Kara smiled softly, the expression not quite reaching her melancholic eyes, as the light enveloping her reached her neck and her face, becoming nothing but a burning, bright as it enveloped her in her entirety - the wide flame suddenly collapsing into a small sphere as it hovered. A momentary, brilliant spark that vibrated quickly, before snapping out of existence. And Kara was gone.

Thank you for the ask, Nic! ❤️❤️

ask game

[your-nanas-house]

𝒥𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒜𝐻 𝒱𝒜𝐿𝐸𝒮𝒦𝒜- 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤

Too late

Jeremiah the puppet

Can’t stop thinking

Mistakes

The costumer

You

As the world falls down

Magic word

For a dress

Mine

His happiness

His student series - Moodboards

His student series - The first day

His student series 2 - Understanding and compare

His student series 3 - Know you better

His student 4

His student 5

His student 6

His student 7

His student 8

His student 9

His student 10

His student 11

That’s what are friends for

Sick

Mall day

Not a game

Striptease + Cuckolding

Rimming + Dry humping

Sensory deprivation + thigh riding

Quick smut stories

Dacryphilia + sex pollen

CNC + barebacking

Mirror sex + spanking

Age gap kink + toys

Femdom + edging

Daddy kink + collaring

Gagball + humiliation

Size kink + breathplay

Breeding kink + creampie

Public sex + brat taming

Corruption kink + anal

Through the diary

Peter Pan and Wendy

They were there

[endlesstwanted]

@scottxlogan and I are very excited to share our collaboration for the @winterironevents reverse mini-bang! I created a moodboard that can be found in chapter seven and it inspired my dearest friend to write this amazing story. Hope you love it as much as I do 🥰

READ THE FULL STORY HERE!

Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Fantastic Four, Captain Marvel (2019), Loki (TV 2021), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, reluctant soul mates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Sexual Content, Shared Dreams, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Swearing, Depression, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes as Captain America, Loki (TV) Season 2 Spoilers, Forbidden Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Romance, Grief/Mourning, Touch-Starved, Sexual Fantasy, Sex Toys, Isolation, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Summary: Before Thanos shook up the world around Tony Stark and ripped half the population away from Earth, Tony received the shock of his life when in his darkest hour when violence awakened his soulmate bond and revealed that the man Tony was certain he was meant to despise was the one Tony was meant to share forever with. Refusing to accept this twist of fate after the universe fell apart, Tony retreated to solitude while Bucky kept his final promise to his best friend stepping up to lead the team as Captain America in Steve's absence. With Tony away from the team, Bucky does his best to find a way to turn things around for those left behind mourning the loss of those they loved. Determined not to let his best friend down, Bucky discovers a crack in the universe that could bring back those they'd lost. However, to accomplish saving the world, Bucky realizes he needs Tony to do it putting these reluctant soulmates in each other's orbit all over again despite their promise to stay far from one another in denying the soulmate bond between them. Will they be able to put aside their struggles long enough to bring those they lost back into the world around them while fighting the undeniable attraction between them along the way?

Wordcount: 72,504 words | 7 chapters

[roses-bah-garden]

Could you please do a level 5 request (if not its okay!) of any my little pony character (preferably one of the main / mane 6) /nf !! thank you!

here you go! went with applejack for this, hope you like them!

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

mane 6 mlp ... [LVL 5 PACK]

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name(s) ;; applejack, jackie, kate, AJ, georgia

pronouns ;; they/them, she/her, he/him

age ;; 20

species ;; pony (transhuman)

gender(s) ;; gender apathetic, butch

orientation(s) ;; lesbian, polyamorous

role(s) ;; sustainer, outdoorsman [IDK if there's a role already coined for this, but enjoys the outdoors and tries to ensure the sys goes outside]

source ;; my little pony

sign-off(s) ;; -🍎-, AJ.

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appearance ;; orange pony with blonde hair, usually held with a red ribbon. green eyes. white spots on her cheeks. apple themed cutie mark on flank. always wearing her signature cowboy hat, and has red horseshoes. see below for picture.

personality ;; stubborn and hardworking. can be brutally honest at times. he's a lover of the great outdoors, and passionate about the beauty and importance of nature. has a bit of that classic southern charm.

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likes ;; country music, fireworks, carnivals, picnics, sweets (especially apple flavoured ones)

dislikes ;; rain, being stuck inside, "cutesy" things

possible front triggers ;; baking

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cisid(s) ;; strong, cishEDS, lactose intolerant

transid(s) ;; greenapplescentian, transspecies (human), transIndigenous, transabled (able-bodied)

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; TF, (auto)zoophilia

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moodboard ;; found here

playlist ;; "9 to 5" - dolly parton / "raise this barn" - my little pony / "2 doors down" - dolly parton / "before he cheats" - carrie underwood / "proud mary" - tina turner

kinlist ;; ragdollkin (objectkin) / raggedy anne / bo peep (toy story)

bonus info ;; n/a

[typewriteringalaxy]

fanwork creators self rec, or your five favourite fics/art/podcast etc

thank you for the tag @letters-to-rosie 💕 your answer reminded me that The Fire Next Time has been on my tbr for too long and I need to rectify that lol. anyway here we go in chronological order

everything's better with a friend (Ekko/Jinx, E, 7/7)

my magnum opus so far! more than 85,000 words of an AU where Powder doesn't joins Silco but faces many of the struggles Jinx does. This fic just flowed right after watching Arcane, it was a joy both in creation and readers' reception. I'm particularly happy with Powder's pov and the relationship's progression. Healing isn't linear, and love alone isn't enough to heal, though it does help. That ended up being the theme, and I managed it fairly well in the story, as well as a happy, domestic timebomb ending💕

(I did hint at a sequel of sorts, and the idea still spins in my head. Maybe by the end of summer?)

With Less Inhibition (Astoria Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, E, 5/7)

This one can be read on its own despite being an AU of another fic, The Platinum Collar. Honestly I prefer it from TPC: Blaise's pov and the focus on their friendship's development made the story better. Astoria's letters were also very fun to write. With both of them minor characters in canon (and in a not respectable canon to boot), I had a lot of creative freedom in their characterisation, so this ship is very dear to me. Also this fic was written with @hypernovaesx 's love, enthusiasm and moodboards (Blastoria being our gondola💕) and I love it all the more for it. I haven't left it at a cliffhanger, rather the complete opposite. (And someday I will finish it.)

touch as a form of comfort (Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, E, oneshot)

I wrote this one after watching Cloak & Dagger Season 2, whose ending made me so happy and thus the fic is a happy memory too. It's short and sweet, going along with the finale's wholesome vibe. I hope to share longer fics for this ship too.

howling hearts (Rey/Ben Solo, T, 7/7)

I returned to my roots with this one lol. First time taking part in the RFFA Valentine's Exchange, I'm happy to have completed the fic within the deadline, and the Beauty and the Beast prompt with Rey as the Beast was really inspiring. Thus I wrote a feral, angry Beast Rey, a nerdy smuggler Ben Solo, a pack of Sith Wolves as the Knights of Ren, and had the opportunity to toy a bit with the reasoning behind the Beast's transformations. It was fun.

party girl (multiship, E, oneshot)

An exploration of Jinx that I'm proud of particularly since in all my other fics of her I either wrote her as Powder or somewhat downplayed her canon viciousness and sheer chaos. And she's a damn difficult character to pin down. Parings include: Jinx/Thieram, Caitlyn/Jinx, Ekko/Jinx.

tagging, if you'd like to play:

@hypernovaesx (if you're still on tumblr; you know I loved your stories before I started writing mine and I love you💕)

@blueinsomnia (curious about your favourite Firelight Stories)

@linearao3 (I've admired your writing from Kohelet to Child Ballad, curious about your favourites)

[animasolaoriginal]

Hi! I am a (smut) writer! My main blog is @animasola86 that used to focus primarily on fanfiction, so I needed a space to post my original works. And here we are. Welcome!

I am currently working on two original stories, one set in the Wild West, the other a modern version picking up on certain themes of that story, which also inspired another little spin-off of that story. All of them can be read without having to read the other.

This sideblog is basically me reblogging pics I find inspirational or making up my own moodboards. Check the tags below the cut!

original story 🟣 m!oc x f!oc 🟣 explicit 🟣 AO3

He finds her in a brothel of all places. A chance encounter, but one that will change his life – and hers – forever. Or: A story about a cowboy who falls in love with a prostitute, who happens to be so much more than that.

GENERAL TAGS: slow burn romance, age gap, fluff, angst, smut

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4

chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8

chapter 9 - chapter 10 - chapter 11 - chapter 12

chapter 13 - ...on hiatus!

EXTRAS

Introducing Nebbia -- Nebbia's eyes

Who inspired Ben? -- Ben's Wanted poster

Together on a horse -- Anatomy of a Western saddle

AI: Nebbia + Ben / Ben + Nebbia / Nebbia1 / Nebbia2 / Ben

original story ❌ very explicit ❌ AO3 / MASTERLIST

A chance encounter under the strobe light. Hips swaying to the thumping bass. Dark eyes following her every move. Gazes meeting through the crowd. She came to him. He took her away. Changing her life forever, guiding her into submission. 🚩 ️A much darker modern AU of Innocence Lost!

GENERAL TAGS: smut, dom/sub, praise kink, dubcon, free use

SEASON ONE

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4

chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8

chapter 9 - chapter 10

SEASON TWO

chapter 11 - chapter 12 - chapter 13 - chapter 14

chapter 15 - chapter 16 - chapter 17 - chapter 18

chapter 19 - chapter 20

New chapter every Sunday!

original story 🟢 explicit 🟢 AO3

An urban explorer, trying to find his next perfect picture inside the decaying walls of a building long forgotten, finds something else instead, a picture-perfect creature: A girl trapped in her own mind and submission, left behind by whoever didn't seem to need her anymore, discarded like the broken toy she is. Will he be able to bring her back into a normal life? 🥀 Spin-off to Infatuated!

GENERAL TAGS: hurt/comfort, angst, objectification, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3

New chapter every Wednesday!

#INNOCENCE LOST -- #INSPIRATION -- #MOODBOARD

#BEN -- #NEBBIA -- #BEN + NEBBIA -- #KEIRA -- #SARAH -- #MADAM CLAIRE

#THUNDER -- #HORSE -- #HORSEBACK RIDING --#SCENERY -- #FASHION -- #COWBOY -- #COWGIRL -- #WESTERN

#INFATUATED -- #INSPIRATION

#SIR VIBES -- #DARLING VIBES -- #SIR + DARLING

#ABANDONED (soon)