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muns fav colour is yellow but sasha would never be caught dead in such a bright colour .. < /3

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maybe like this post if i can raid ur opens.... < 3

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once again asking for a twd verse/plot pretty please

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a kid at work threw a paper plane and it hit me right between the eyes and nearly took me tf out but other than that i survived the hottest day of the year @ work!

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ㅤㅤminseo was glad when he quietly diverted from the awkward topic of his grandfather. she'd taught her boys not to judge others, and here she was. judging a man she'd never met. fresh off a robbery, too — the hypocrite. his question was equally awkward, albeit a different kind, because it has her going red in the face as she shrugged almost defensively whilst taking another drag. " i don't know... " she muttered, cheeks unable to cool when he steps back, her gaze dropping sheepishly to avoid his observant one. natural is better. something that she'd always strived to be — but she put on a good front. warm hues finally lift to look at him, nodding in firm agreement to his statement regarding it being art, not porn. " i guess you're right— natural is better. it makes the piece feel more... authentic. " she could talk about art for hours. his question garners a smile whilst she fishes her car keys out from her pocket, half-heartedly smoking the cigarette she'd asked for. " i have four teenage boys— of course i have a car. it's parked in the lot behind you. you know, the one overrun with skaters. "

archie wasn't sure if he wanted to keep talking about the old man who took him in. despite his grumpy disposition, the rest of the family loved pretending he didn't exist... and, now, both of them didn't. it was a good enough life for him, but he was often thought of as a creeper because he just stared all of the time. apparently that didn't scare off the older woman. he almost grinned at the way she coughed, wondering if it was the disgusting tar within the stick or if she wasn't used to the smoke. fun. "why would i want you to wear something like that? i'm not into that kinda thing. y'know. trying to look a certain way." he took a step back, looking over her. "natural is better. a snapshot of a moment rather than some kinda manufactured photo. i'm not... making porn. it's art." he felt weird talking about anything he created being art, but he still wanted to make sure she knew that he was more opposed to lingerie 'worth being painted in'. "do you have a car? or do you want me to board us there?"

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cherry on tour 🍒

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cherry on tour 🍒

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cherry on tour 🍒

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ㅤㅤshe still couldn't quite believe that this was her life. a former disbeliever who hated being wrong, caught knee-deep in a love affair with a reminder of how wrong she'd been. and, yet, he made her heart race, and there was no point in even trying to deny it — he probably has super hearing, too. her grin was only fuller when he actually agreed, half expecting rejection. she'd even prepared a fake oh-that's-fine! response. " gracias. " the hand he swats away only lowers to join her other, palms flush against his chest as she watched on in awe whilst he unmasked himself. being able to appreciate his handsome face in it's fullness, to see the soft hair she'd pictured running fingers through in her dreams... it has her well and truly flustered. " i'd never laugh at you. actually, i think you look even better like this. " whilst the helmet was small, it's removal felt huge. a new layer of intimacy introduced.

ㅤㅤ" besides, " she continued with a more playful tone. " your helmet hair is cute. " one hand dared to venture from the comfort of his chest, small fingers lifting to brush through said helmet hair, before trailing gently down and along the side of his face; her other hand lifting to join in her examinations. " it's unfair, really. how you can be the strongest man to exist, and also the most handsome. the epitome of greed. "

gentle hitch in her stances, he smells it before he sees it. she succumbs to the same carnal desire he does. knows he doesn't have to hold himself back for her. even in all the times they'd come together. a prompting she holds — daring him to speak, to finish his train of thought. captain vought was capable of love, despite how things would appear. available but oh so out of reach. without the helmet, his own circle of protection, leon knew he would've found it hard to hold her gaze. however, he felt ready to share that vulnerability with her. it's not often a sentiment he shared, there's been a rare few that's seen him without his helmet or the horrid black mask he'd dawned once upon a time. the hand to his chest. is it hot in here? only getting hotter. ‘‘ okay. ’’ he concedes, ‘‘ only because you asked so nicely. ’’ he drops her hand, and with one of her hands still pressed to his chest plate, he bats her other hand away from his helmet. brings both of his hands to either side of it, before slowly and gently he lifts up off to reveal the entirety of his face now.

‘‘ if you laugh at my helmet hair, I'm putting it back on. ’’

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ㅤㅤmaritza noticed, almost felt, him stir. a slight adjustment magnified by proximity as she found herself stirring, too. another thing that often happened whenever she found herself lucky enough to be in his company. she was a busy woman, but he was an even busier man. " well, what? " she probed, brazen enough to take a step closer; the hand not examining his helmet resting against his chest, imaging abs of steel beneath his uniform. " mmmmmhm... " perfectly manicured index finger skims along the rim of his helmet, brushing against exposed cheeks by proxy; a small, yet intimate, touch, still able to rile her up. blueish eyes lit up when he takes her small hand inside his big one, gaze following them to watch — and shudder — when he kissed it. the question only had her lighting up all the more as she nods, fingers squeezing gently at his. " sí, por favor. i want to kiss them. "

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the scrunch to her nose is enough to awaken some primal need inside of him, especially when the heat pooling rises to give a rosy tint to her cheeks. his own heat burns something how down in his own belly, but only sinks down lower. they say heat rises — and he does with it. adjusts his hips. ‘‘ yeah, well — ’’ there was a time he'd been bashful, if one could believe it. she reaches for his helmet, he doesn't pull away yet stands firm. if she looked carefully there were some peeking out on the bridge of his nose, dotting specific spots along the rim of edge of his mask that ghosted over his cheekbones. in fact, he's littered in them. ‘‘ I might... ’’ reaching for her hand, to kiss the back of it, ‘‘ would you like to see them? ’’

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ㅤㅤ" ridiculous? more like pathetic. " penelope forged disinterest in spite of the excitement his words brought, her gaze lingering on her husband at the bar over palmer's shoulder. what a schmuck. " besides— what happened to that girlfriend of yours? "

open to: all, w pref.

suggested connections: professor / someone older, ex, best friend's mom, best friend's gf, childhood best friend, etc.

"you know, i only came here tonight because i heard you’d be here. how ridiculous is that?"

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ㅤㅤ" why do the english care so much for being official? we were far from official when you fucked me the first time, or the second, or third... " she could've continued, but her voice trailed off with a light playfulness that illuminated her smile. the way he held her close made her feel positively lightheaded, her own hands roaming up and along his chest to twine around his neck — opening her mouth to answer with something smart, but all that left her was a loud, choked moan as he abruptly filled her up. " mierda... " a string of cusses left her lips as she finally got what she'd came for, her snug, wet cunt wrapping around him in a warm welcome as his hips slammed into hers. maritza sugared his jaw in kisses, trailing along to his shoulder what she rests her chin — blueish-green eyes fixated on the trio of men watching on in the window. the crowd made her pussy wetter and her grip on thomas tighter as she gazed their way, catching the eye of her poor, young finn. she couldn't imagine the pain he must feel, watching his big brother claiming her as his own, not when all she could feel was pleasure whenever the engorged head of tommy's cock hit her sweet spot. " mi marido... i want you to strip me down and bend me over, please— por favor... "

“if i show you off now…it’ll be unofficial. the marriage will be officiating everything. we won’t have to worry about anything anymore…” amused by how eager she wanted him to show her off to the world, he couldn’t help but break a smile at her, lost into her eyes. the way she turned his head back towards her to demand his focus onto her made him want her even more because they were both the same. demanding and possessive over one another. knowing her skirt was hiked up and exposed, he felt her hands against his bulge and palming it hard, forcing a moan out of his mouth, a whisper while his hand helped pulled down his boxers and pants at the same time halfway, his lips locked with her own before the question that made him scoff without hesitation. “scared?” he held her closer and rammed his cock deep inside her with a grunt, moving his hips slowly to silence her and answer her question. “does that say enough?”

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ㅤㅤ" then you should be showing me off, no? i'm too pretty to be a secret. " more an arrogant observation than an ultimatum. a hand gently lifts to steer his face away from the window, turning him back towards her in an attempt to tether him to her. " sí. i only drink with my husband. " plump petals curled into a smile as she lit up under his gentlest of touches, never growing tired of calling him her husband; cheeks growing rosy beneath his palms when he cupped them. her smile only turned wicked as she heard him cave with his words before he was lifting her up and onto the bonnet with an ease that made her moan, arms tight around his shoulders to hold him near as their lips and tongues collide. knee-length skirt was hiked up as her legs lifted to wrap around his middle, holding him as close as physically possible when he'd unbuckled his pants. a hand slips between their bodies to slip beneath the zipper and palm at the bulge in his underwear, happily met with a familiar hardness that had her other hand feverishly slipping under her skirt to push her panties down her thighs, moaning into his mouth when the cool air hit her cunt. maritza was quick to wrap her arms around him again, using her hold to pull him down with her as she laid back against the hood. " you're not scared, are you? "

“hiding you? everyone knows you’ll be mine.” he frowned while looking at his family once again, ultimately shifting his focus completely towards her because he wanted nothing to bother him right now. he knew how difficult this would be for finn, but that was the least of his concerns right now. “right, you don’t drink unless we’re together.” feeling her fingers across his neck, he held her face while listening to her alluring voice and seductive tone, knowing they would both crumble and give in to one another. “you’re dangerous, maritza. very dangerous.” he lifted her onto the hood of the car and crushed his lips against hers, rolling his tongue inside her mouth and unbuckling his pants.

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ㅤㅤ" if they know then why are you hiding me? " she almost sounded saddened by the question as she peeked over his shoulder to see the rest of the shelby men in one of the window's closest. including finn. she'd grown fond of him, of his chivalry; but it had been misplaced. tommy knows her best. " i'm not drunk, thomas. and we're at your home. " fuck, just knowing that it'd soon be their home got her wet. well, wetter. she'd been wet the second he'd stepped out of the house. " don't do that— don't send me away. not when i'll be your wife in three sunsets time. " fingers gently caressed at the nape of his neck, slowly trailing her nails along to the front of his throat before straightening out his collar. " they'd be watching us make love. messy, rough, intense love. also— they can turn away if it's too much for them, no? "

“they all know, maritza. trust me, they all do.” he turns behind to see finn watching them both while two of his other siblings snickered and fooled around, watching this entire thing like it was a movie. feeling her arms around his neck all of a sudden, he refused to stop her while she continued with her words. “you sound drunk. go home maritza, we’ll do this at home.” he whispered, despite wanting her so badly in this position, his bulge betraying him as he stood before her, his hands caressed her soft skin. “you want them to watch us fuck?”

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For martiza: drags his finger along the bridge of her nose, “I love your freckles.”

ㅤㅤnose scrunched lightly under the kiss of his touch, a subtle yet sweet smile curling at full pink petals. her cheeks were pink, too. they always become pink when he was around, her favourite secret. " love's a big word, mister. " she gazes up at him with stars in her eyes, a small hand lifting to skim along the fabric of his mask with intrigue. " do you have any? any freckles under here? "

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ㅤㅤ" but i told you before, thomas — i want people to know now. i want your family to know now. poor finn, he probably thinks it's still him that's due to wed me. not his big brother, the father of my unborn child. no one knows, aside from the lucky few that got to watch you fill me with your seed. " shoulders rolled almost nonchalantly in spite of her frustrations, still sitting with legs crossed against his fancy car — the bonnet still warm beneath her already heated up thighs. " i want to be with you now, mi amor. i miss you— my pussy misses you. why must i wait until our wedding night? just one more time, and i can wait. but i want them to know. and i want witnesses at our wedding. so many witnesses. you love me, don't you? "

“you’re out of your fuckin’ mind, maritza.” he wasn’t completely surprised to see her out here for him, knowing how obsessive and needy she was for him almost every single time. they couldn’t stay away from one another before the marriage, which was only a couple days more. seeing her on the bonnet of his car was such a sight to see, but his family could see them through the window. “we are getting married in a few days. just a little more and we’ll be together. the whole family’s here, finn could be watching. but you already knew that, eh?” he pointed at her with a cigarette in hand, smirking with amusement. he knew she was here for something else.

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ㅤㅤ" you've been avoiding me, @pennyandime. " or maybe she's just paranoid and delusional enough to think that he was. but she only cared so much because she loved him, albeit in an obsessive way that had her getting her driver to drop her by the gate of the shelby manor without so much as a call to warn him of her dramatic arrival; sitting pretty against the bonnet of his car, gloved hands folded in her lap as she frowned up at him. " you're a lot of things, thomas shelby. mostly good things, but some bad. yet, i never took you as the type of man to knock a woman up, promise her marriage, only to run the other way. there must be a whole litter of unclaimed shelby children, with mother's driven mad because of you. "