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lxvefrxmthextherside:

“Mmmm, I actually only know one of those things, Em,” Trevor teased. Unfortunately, Trevor never did get to find out what that felt like. “You haven’t shown me that better side yet, you know…” he smiles as he wraps a hand around Emry’s member and slowly starts to stroke. Trevor could tell how wound up his friend was simply by his touch, and he thinks that makes any regret he could face in over this worth it… at least for now.

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       ❛❛Oh, fuck you❜❜, Emry snorted softly, but the words were only half as effective as his voice drifted off with a moan. Shit… damnit. Emry was so tempted to close his eyes for the full enjoyment, but that’d mean he’d miss the show. And watching Trevor jerking him off? Yeah no, that was something he needed to see. Even if it wouldn’t take too long, he was sure about that. Heat already started to spread in his lower body, familiar pressure building up, cheeks flushed with bliss and excitement. FUCK! Trevor had no fucking clue how turned on he was by only the fact that it was him, doing this. // @lxvefrxmthextherside

sirxnx:

As the officer was about to say his peace, Kate stopped him for the last time. She said she would be following the man to the garage for the checkup, and there was nothing to worry about. Kate wasn’t worried, the man she had now knows as Dolan, didn’t pose a threat to her. Yet. The officer grumbled before walking away, understanding that there was no way to get Kate to go with him.

She wondered if the officer recognized her, but then again, she doubted it. The only person dealing with her papers were the chief and the assistant at the precinct, she doubted anyone but them knew what she looked like.

“You know, people normally say thank you when someone defends them.” Kate jabbed, albeit trying to sound less condescending. Kate kept the detail that she was the new Deputy on the force to herself, as the officer from before seemed to know Rafe.

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       Rafe’s grin widened ever so slightly when the officer turned around and backed off, even if it had a slight AFTERTASTE OF DISAPPOINTMENT because it wasn’t his own achievement. ❛❛Defending someone implies that ya think that someone’s weaker than you – do I look like I am?❜❜, he snorted in response to her statement, shooting her a sharp look. Mind ya, how he hated these good-doers on their high horses, saint-like, asking you to thank them for shit like this.

       The woman’s car seemed fine, considering how his truck had bumped into it while backing out, but another thing Rafe could do without was more hearsay. He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out an annoyed breath. ❛❛Still, I meant what I said… THE OFFER STANDS. I can have a look at your ride, but only if ya stop by today. My week’s crammed to the brim and I don’t wanna hear that your bumper fell off on the way to wherever you came from – Ms, Mrs… ?? ❜❜ He raised his brows with expectation, waiting for her name. // @sirxnx

sparkling-lux:

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Zazie Beetz photographiée par Harold James pour Chloe pendant la FW de Paris (2023)

technologyvoid:

I love my OC!

*puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the hor

heartxshaped-bruises:

★  ⸻   APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE

… for dropping off the grid for the weekend. I have a 28h flight ahead of me, starting tomorrow on friday, and probably won’t be reachable until sunday or so. In case I get to my destination, obviously. Also, I’ll have to get acquainted with the new internet situation and if the connection is stable.

Moreover, I have no idea how well I’ll adjust to the new time-zone and how it’s gonna affect my activity. Let’s hope for the best and that the jetlag won’t haunt me as much as it did the last time.

Hope everyone is having a better weekend than me !!

fantasycorrupted:

Nothing in Lovisa’s face indicated that she wanted to strike deep - so when Ames’s smile faltered, she did not smirk in his face. Maybe he may have done something of the sort, but not she. Some conversations felt like games; this was certainly one of those. And some games were no life or death situation. Lovisa did want to walk out of this with her pride intact. But she was not the kind to throw a fit if he insulted her. The more precious thing to her here was the emotion she drew from him. Surprise. She may have no longer been a detective, but watching people carefully remained a habit.

“I almost thought that was never going to happen, us agreeing on things.” As she said the words, Lovisa sighed. This talk had begun like a duel, but the alluring flame of the fight was dying now. “Of course, no two people can agree on everything. But life’s felt like a fight for too long. I’m tired.” His next words drew a weary snicker from her. “You often surprise me, too, you know. As for the improvement,” she held back from rolling her eyes at his comment, but could not hide a small smile, “I work at the library now. Who would know that recommending books to kids would feel so much better, huh?”

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       ❛❛You. A librarian…❜❜ Ames wasn’t able to keep a quirked brow in check as the idea both amused him but also, sounded a tad bit unusual. MAYBE QUESTIONABLE. From his POV, but hey – that was perhaps the part who didn’t trust cops or ex-cops as far as he could spit. Though, thinking about it, there was no logical reason for him to feel this way. Why would she make this up?

       Ames reached for the bottle and poured the puny rest of wine into his glass, barely enough to get him on the rebound of this date, but still better than nothing. ❛❛Now, that’s one of the least things I expected. I’d ask what came over you, but we don’t need to get to know each other on a more intimate level than what ya already sent me the other day, do we?❜❜ Besides, he didn’t care. ANOTHER SOB STORY more or less about someone he didn’t get along with wouldn’t make up for tonight. But then another thought hit him. ❛❛Let me rephrase that❜❜, he announced, leaning a little closer over the table. One hand swaying his wine glass as his eyes fixed on the woman with sardonic curiosity. ❛❛What do you get out of a library job that you couldn’t at your old one? Did something specific drive us out? Yes? No? It’s yes, isn’t it?❜❜
// @fantasycorrupted

@lxvefrxmthextherside many thanks for telling me about this. Now I can travel with a lit song 😎🎶✨

seizasa:

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.