𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒

i've been saving all my summers for you

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sorry for moving blogs again y’all but i’m not showing up anywhere bc i got shadowbanned somehow :(

find peachy here

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sorry for moving blogs again y’all but i’m not showing up anywhere bc i got shadowbanned somehow :(

find peachy here

[rubskistar]

👑 Peachy! 🍑💖

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“Peach isn’t just a princess. She’s so much more. Her gentle nature belies the fact that she is both determined and fearless when protecting the innocent. She will not let her friends down!”

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i’m thinking about remakinng my peach blog only bc i think i got shadowbanned or whatever the kids call it

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[melis-writes]

CAROLINE FORBES – THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | 1.01 Pilot.

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-ˏˋ  ♡  jaxxmulti​:

    ❝   i  have  a  black  belt.  not  in  karate.  it’s  gucci.   ❞

❛ You have good taste. ❜

❛ A simple black belt makes such a statement and you can’t compare quality to designer. ❜

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｡:*• ✰  『       »    pagetorn​:

          He can’t say he’s not surprised that she picks the Daily Planet to allow an interview.   It’s the fact that he’s the one chosen to do so that catches him completely off guard.   He does his best not to look too ill prepared,  fingers adjusting his glasses and eyes looking down at his notes.   ❝ Well,  we’re very excited you’ve chosen to speak with us.   It’s not every day we’re in the presence of royalty. ❞   He offers his own smile in return.   ❝ Is there a reason you’ve left your home?   Something catching your interest?   Pursuing a passion perhaps? ❞

Peach had never done a foreign interview before; she’d had several stories published in several prints within Fungoso          for her charity work, the changes she had inspired        but this felt entirely different. As soon as he said the word royalty, she lifted her hands. ❝ Oh, no     no, please, ❞ she laughed softly, cheeks flushing in her nervous embarrassment. ❝ Pretend I’m not       ❞ But then that would make this interview pointless, would it not ? ❝ I mean, you can ask.... princess-y questions, but        ❞ Oh, she was stumbling. Her spine straightened, throat clearing. Her cheeks were flushed. ❝ I'm aware of how privileged I am, so I’m definitely not going to say I’m just like everyone else. But... you don’t... need to treat me like a princess, you can... treat me like a friend ?       ❞

She pressed her lips together, taking a long breath in through her nose. ❝ My apologies, I don’t mean to ramble. You can... just ask your questions. ❞ She looked down at the floor, lips pursed until the most obvious question was asked and she looked back up at him, hoping to answer this in a better manner than she’d attempted to suggest dropping formalities.

❝ I guess you could say... there is every reason that I left. As you probably know, Fungoso has been closed to the rest of the world until just very recently. I know about world but if I hope to make my home a real part it, I think need to see it and experience it for myself. ❞

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♡      〰     -ˏˋ  𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 @pagetorn​  ˚ ⁀➷      

❛ It was a struggle to pick just one, ❜ she sighed, lifting her teacup to her lips. ❛ I wouldn’t stop being accosted by magazines and newspapers alike if I refused all of them       I had to choose at least one. ❜ Peach placed the teacup down and fixed him with a dazzling smile. ❛ So, I picked the Daily Planet            the stories that have been chosen to print really impressed me. ❜

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r-ˏˋ  ♡     battleshot​:

FATE  HAD  A  PLAYFUL  LITTLE  WAY,  ALIGNED  FOR  ONE  REASON  OR  ANOTHER.  But,  short  of  under  a  fortnight,  the  group  found  themselves  on  the  outskirts  of  Hammerhead  once  more.  Irregularly,  the  advisor  would  take  a  break  from  cooking  –  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.  He  only  forbore  a  thought  about  that  note;  once  or  twice,  life  was  far  too  busy  to  sit  around  wondering.  Though,  at  the  mention  of  food,  the  memory  became  fresh  once  more.    On  the  off  chance  the  woman  may  have  returned,  the  blond  seems  𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚  𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓  𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓.    Naturally,  confusion  and  elevated  eyebrows  -  it  wasn’t  the  best  eatery,  admittedly.  But  with  the  claim  he  loved  their  'spicy  fries,’  Ignis  takes  them  en  route  back  to  the  said  diner.           Prompto  was  the  first  to  push  through  the  door.  Eager  eyes  glance  upon  the  booth,  hoping  for  'the  best  spot’  and,  much  to  annoyance.  But,  regrettably,  that  spot  was  preoccupied.  Instantly  his  shoulders  fall,  expression  oozing  a  slight  fall  of  sadness,  perhaps  disappointment.  But,  of  course,  had  the  lady  returned,    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  someone  may  have  just  beaten  him  to  it.  So,  he  opts  for  the  booth  next  to  it,  hoping  the  other  group  will  leave  before  them.         Ordering,  followed  by  idle  chatter  and  the  sharpshooter  staring  out  the  window  until  their  food  would  arrive.  Much  different  come  nightfall,  it  seemed…  𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍,  to  stare  out  'pon  the  view.  Bright  stars  not  seen  in  Insomnia,  though  he  supposed  it  was  ironic.  It  was  shrouded  within  those  walls,  brick  by  brick,  another  world  beyond.  But  light  pollution  makes  such  a  view  guarded,  hiding  life  beyond.  Yet,  out  here,  the  raw,  real-life  of  the  wild.  There  was  something  𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥  about  it.  Every  day  a  new  obstacle,  a  new  foe  or  daemon,  and  yet?  Prompto  never  felt  more  alive.  Never  could  he  imagine  being  beside  the  Prince  of  Lucis,  his  best  friend,    guiding  and  guarding  him  on  his  path  to  marriage.  He  was  thankful  for  that,  the  opportunity  that  many  would  die  for.  It  was  an  honour  from  the  King  that  some  could  only  dream  of.  Sometimes,  it  was  easy  to  forget  just  what  life  he  led  compared  to  his  younger  self.           Azureous  optics  wander  to  the  life  betwixt  him  and  the  window,  honed  in  when  Gladio  nudged  him  and  made  a  joke—laughing  alongside  them,  smiling  as  they  finished  their  food  and  created  forms  of  entertainment,  lighthearted  and  carefree.               ❝    I’ll  catch  you  guys  up!    ❞      He  calls  as  he  makes  an  excuse  to  use  the  bathroom  before  they  left,  watching  that  other  group  leave,  only  to  return  to  that  booth  once  his  friends  exit  the  establishment  and  retire  to  the  nearby  hotel.  And,  turning  swift  on  his  heel,  careful  to  watch  for  any  spying  eyes.  Well-worn  boots  quickly  walk  towards  that,  perching  upon  the  booth  where  he  hoped  the  note  might  be.  And  quickly,  almost  too  quick,  does  he  rummage  around,    catching  himself  on  the  slight  tear  in  the  fabric  as  he  acquires  the  letter.

    ❝    Oh,  my  god    (    Plucking  it  out,  opening  it  to  see  it  wasn’t  his  words,  and  was,  in  fact,  a  reply  -–  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐌    )    no  way!    ❞    Beaming  brightly,  holding  it  tighter  in  his  grasp  as  he  grins  from  ear  to  ear  –  well,  that  brightened  his  week  tenfold.  Knowing  he  was  strapped  for  time,  he  asks  a  nearby  waitress  if  he  might  be  able  to  borrow  her  pen,  turning  the  note  over  and  scribbling  as  fast  as  he  could  –  Referring  to  points  one  by  one  unless  he  wanted  to  overwhelm  himself.   Hey  you!  I  went  with  ketchup  and  mayo  –  seriously,  try  it  –  thank  me  later.  Oh,  man,  they’re  pretty  fun,  usually  safe  too.  Not  a  lot  we  can’t  handle;  we’re  pretty  skilled  ;)               ❝  Wait  …  who    doesn’t  know  what  a  selfie  is…?    ❞      He  muses  aloud.   Oh,  it’s  uh…  you  know  a  camera?  You  face  the  lens  at  yourself;  typically,  just  the  face  kinda  area,  sometimes  with  friends  included  and  you…  snap  a  picture.  Look  at  the  one  attached  to  the  note  –  I’m  the  blond  heh.  Anyway,  I  gotta  dash  but  I’d  love  to  hear  from  you  again.  This  is  pretty  neat!  Take  care  out  there!   Prompto  xoxo And,  retrieving  a  picture  from  his  pocket  that  he  had  just  recently  of  him  and  his  friends  around  the  regalia,    he  folds  it  in  the  paper  and  swiftly  shoves  it  to  its  returned  location.  Taking  off,  darting  through  the  diner.  Naturally  shouting  to  his  friends  before  they  questioned  him.      ❝  I  was  lookin’  at  leaflets  for  nearby  attractions..  nothin’  exciting  though…    ❞      A  shrug.  What  would  his  friends  truly  think  if  he  told  them?  Noctis  might  understand,  but  Gladio  would  definitely  take  the  piss…  None  thought  to  question  him  on  the  fact  they  weren’t  out  here  past  Insomnia  for  a  holiday;  habitually,  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬,  and  sort  of…  nodded  and  smiled  at  him.

She was like a woman possessed; no one had ever seen the princess in such a state. Peach paced, sighed, and she never seemed to not be thinking about something specific that was filling her with an unfamiliar amount of impatience. Of course, she was never rude; there was always a bright smile and kind word offered to those around her. All who knew her though, knew that something was different; she was not herself.

It was a dangerous world out there, especially when she was so far from home. Her father did not want to take a risk so he confined her to the manor where she was currently staying save for the weekly excursion. It had been frequent enough that she did not think about attempting to sneak out on her own. However, now that there was something to look forward to.

The days came and went, and when her guards knocked on her door she was already up and prepared to leave. A bright smile pulled at her lips as they asked where. ❛ The diner, please ! ❜ She announced, hurrying down the hall as the men shared a look. They took her though, uncertain why she’d want to keep coming back. The manor employed an extremely competent chef, and the princess was an accomplished cook in her own right. What made her want to go back ? They would not question the princess, though, so they took her.

Peach was relieved that they had arrived during a time of quiet within; they wouldn't allow her to stop in if there had been too many people. She made a beeline to the same booth she’d been in both times prior. Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she reached down. When she felt the paper, she gasped and ripped it desperately hoping to see it was not her own.

She peeked out of one eye to see it was different. Her face glowed in pleasure as dainty carefully parted it open. A photograph fell out and she gave it a look before letting eyes devour every written word. She had to pause when the server arrived and she quickly made her order. Before they left, she reclaimed their attention. ❛ Could I have mayo on the side as well as ketchup ? Thank you. ❜ Peach offered a polite smile before turning back to the letter. She read it a few times, before exploring the photo with cheerful smiles.

The princess finished eating before taking out her parchment and pen.

Dearest Prompto,

My thanks for your recommendation. With my fries I enjoyed the sweetness of the mayonnaise with the tang of the ketchup, it was exceptional. From the photo you left, I can see that you are all very skilled! I have no doubt that you can handle all the hunts that come your way.

I will be taking this photo with me, I hope that is alright - it is something I would like to keep. If this one is particularly important to you, please let me know and I will return it posthaste. I do not have one of myself with me, nor do I have a camera of my own but I will see about trying this selfie out for myself at one point!

I was filled with such glee when I saw you had responded again; your letter brought me much joy. Thank you for taking the time out of your adventures.

What is your favorite color? I love pink.

Because I enjoyed your reccomendation so much, please take one in turn: order the chocolate milkshake, try dipping your fries in that. It sounds strange at first, I know, but I promise you will be pleasantly surprised.

Good luck out there, and as always I am praying for your safety.

Yours, P ♥

P.S. You have an extraordinarily beautiful smile, Prompto.

She had just tucked the letter away when a guard arrived to her side to retrieve her. She stood and left, giving the booth one last glance.

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-ˏˋ  ♡     destruqtivist​:

After living as long as he had there was no real surprise he had a good amount of trauma. The memories of pain, aguish, and war littered his dreams nearly every night. It was a lot to thumb through and Druig lived with the guilt of knowing he had been capable of stopping it all. It had been Ajak who had told him he could not interfere with the lives of humans and it was not his place to aid their development. It would be so easy for him. To stop all the bad feelings and emotions from playing out in such tragedy. However, that was not free-will. Furthermore, Ajak had been a liar. A pawn in Arishem’s plans. It hadn’t been right and what he thought was his purpose was a lie. There would be no returning to a home. All that was left was what he had now and what he made of it in his solitude.

In his time alone from the others he had tuned his psionic abilities. He used them here and there to help in blending in and keeping the immediate peace around him without drawing too much attention. It had been a painstaking task to ignore the wipe of the population from Thanos. He stayed remote and away from the others no longer interested in their original purpose before finding out it had been a sham. But, in spite of that, Druig became bored. The minds of those around him became repetitive, mundane, and predictable. Prodding into minds and changing things for his own benefit was far too easy. As close as a god he was on this planet Druig really only desired to help the humans here.

Most people avoided him. He would imagine his aura was not approachable. However, when the cake is placed in front of him - he’s still wound too tightly, anxiousness evident in the high-strung knots in his back - eyes lifting up from their dark lashes at the woman before him. “For me?” The accent evident as he drops back to the gifted cake, “This can’t be good for business.”

Peach may not have gone this far for someone else; when she had felt his panic she thought that for a minute, it had simply been her own. She felt his panic as he had felt it, but she had felt that panic on her own too. It was frightening; it was cold frightening. That kind of heaviness sank claws into the heart and dragged down. This world was filled with such pain, sickness, and suffering, she wanted to help any way that she could             without, hopefully, inflicting danger to herself with her powers.

❛ Sì, ❜ she confirmed cheerfully. ❛ For you ! ❜ Her own accent danced around his own, a bright smile on her lips. ❛ I’m sure the business will survive a single piece of cake... accidentally falling to the ground and suffering the tragic fate of being tossed in the trash. Besides, I can always make another cake. ❜ She punctuated her assurance with a nod; she could easily bake another cake, but a chance to offer comfort when it was desperately needed may not.

Peach held her hands folded neatly in front of her against the plain brown apron. Her head tilted to the side as she regarded the nearly empty cup. ❛ Would you like for me to refill your coffee before I go, sir ? ❜

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-ˏˋ  ♡    destruqtivist​:

OPEN TO F/M/NB. Feel free to go with the flow or message me for clarification.

A  foreign feeling unfurled slowly in his stomach when the familiar ring of panic surfaces in the air like a haunting choir of panicked songbirds. The screams of people jolts him from the peace of his coffee hands shaking as he precariously places the mug back down. At first, he intends to ignore it, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He had been able to blend in through the centuries by not doing anything entirely too conspicuous. Although that was a foolish notion because it had never easy for him to ignore the suffering of others when it was in his power to stop it. Even if it meant zapping them of their self-will. These moments that were more difficult to ignore than others. 

However, this time it’s merely a group of excitable kids filing into the coffee shop. No attack, no deviant enemy, no war for him to stand in front of. His eyes settle back to his coffee and his hands uncurl from his dark sweater. All was well, he had merely panicked, and it was a gross overreaction. But that sickly discomfort didn’t fade as fast as his unease did. He knew too well that death, war, plague - this things always came back.

The sounds of life were beautiful; the chirping of birds, the soft breeze, laughter summoned by happiness. Sometimes though, there was a dissonance. All the sounds came together in disharmony at their loudest possible volumes; it was like being trapped between every radio station. Instead of white noise, they were all playing at the same time. It only takes a moment for her wavering control to let the chaos of everything in. Knuckles turn white as she squeezed the counter. Her shift was almost over; she couldn’t bow out early during a rush when they needed her. She may have been a princess, but she was also a team player.

In the pit of her stomach she felt a powerful flicker of panic that did not belong to her; it was so poignant, so terrifying, that everything became silent. She panicked with him; felt as he felt. When he noticed that he was safe from whatever had terrified him so she took hold of that glimmer of clarity and pulled herself out. It was like coming up for air and she gasped softly, coming back into herself, into her feelings. She built up her walls to keep everything else out and focused.

Peach only took a moment, a single second, to breathe and center herself against the discord of every sound, every smell, every taste, every emotion, and every feeling around her. There wasn’t a moment to lose if someone was in pain. Her feet moved quickly then, snatching up a large piece of cake covered with whip cream, syrup, and fruit on her way to him.

❛ Here ! ❜ She announced cheerfully, volume low for this moment. She offered the cake to him brilliant smile. ❛ Please, it’s on the house . ❜

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-ˏˋ  ♡      eternasci​:

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⭐┊      SHOULD ANYTHING BE FLEETING, let it be a feather from the heavens, not human possessions. Clear, azure skies left shimmering waters basking in a radiant sun’s rays, the glimmering specks of which rapidly converged behind her struggling majesty to create physical form — that of avian pinion.

The plume’s genesis, having converged behind the young woman, is as swift as its movement — in one fell swoop, the quill dives from sky, ensnaring escaping silk fabrics like hawk hooking hare. To an awaiting palm flies feather. With digits closing come cloth’s arrival, the scarf finds itself in unfamiliar territory — albeit drier, for what it is worth.

❝ You appear to be in need of a hand, ❞   they speak, their own hand still raised with cloth in tow as a breeze blows warm tresses. Gentle, gold eyes — rivaling the sun in blinding power — gleam down upon their company with a smile as kind as familial embrace.   ❝ Might this be yours? ❞  

Her tongue pokes out, as if to assist in her concentration. She continued to reach, but the princess dares not lean any farther; she wasn’t entirely keen on walking through the dirt and trees utterly soaked to the bone. ❛ I will leave you to drown !! ❜ The irritated threat only caused the scarf to float further away and she let out a cry of dismay.

Something seemed to have heard her desperate pleas; a feather flying to the fleeing scarf and collecting it in an easy swoop. Instead of blue waters, she is peering into dazzling golden eyes. Peach wished her bottom lip did not stupidly drop open, obviously displaying how stunned she was. By the action itself or their beauty ? Hard to tell.

❛ Um, yes... ❜ she trailed off softly, staring with wide blue eyes. ❛ Thank you kindly. ❜ Her volume had decreased substantially from just moments ago; the irate princess was now soft-spoken, even shy. ❛ I’m sorry to have troubled you. ❜

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-ˏˋ  ♡     demonstigma​:

          “Ahh…Thank you, your Highness.”

     He’s not used to scrutiny…at least not in this complimenting sense. Most scrutiny was followed by harsh critique or insults. It’s how it works where he comes from. Compliments have been given to him before, but he’s often wondering if they’re genuinely placed.

       It’s clear that Kage is not a fan of having the spotlight placed on him for an extended period of time, so he usually is prone to shifting it off himself, though she seems less willing.

          “I don’t find it rude…usually, Ms. Peach…I would say…there is hostilities between those who walk the path of light…and people like me.”

       She asks for elaboration, and he’s wondering if an explanation on what he is will scare here. There’s a long pause where he looks away from her, avoiding eye contact, before deeming himself a little silly.

        “But I am…of the infernal side of things…I come from a land much different than this one. Everything you see here…everything that represents you…mine is…different. It’s darker…more…jagged…sharp…black.”

       His eyebrows come together, a little frustrated at his own description, but he tries again to elaborate. Its not like it’s wrong, but looking around the place, there is no other way to say it other than it’s the opposite of what’s around them.

        “It’s Hell…that’s where I’m from. I wasn’t always. I was human once…But I sold my soul to another infernal. I’ve spent many centuries paying for that mistake…such is the way…down there.”

      “I’m sorry, it’s not easy for me to say. I don’t want to scare you.”

She lifts her teacup every so often through his answers to her question for a sip, but her focus on him and his words never falters. She listens carefully, intently. There has always been something inside of Peach that felt like more              a more that differed from the ‘more’ of being a princess. There have always been oddities about herself and unique qualities, but she never had been completely sure.

One of those unique qualities can feel him as he speaks; she can see the darkness, feel the horror. She feels her stomach flip and her tea suddenly wants to rise back up her throat. His description made it sound a lot nicer than it actually felt; overpowering, hopeless       as if there was nothing good that could wash away this feeling of misery. Quickly, her hand moved to softly rest over his; it may have not been the right, or polite, thing to do, but she could not help but to want to offer support. What she had felt had been the lightest of shades; if it had been that bad, that painful, then there was no word that could be put to the suffering and horror.

❛ You need not apologize, ❜ she assured, ❛ I’m not scared; you cannot believe in heaven and not believe in hell. ❜ The princess decided that her journey for understanding could wait. Peach would ask no more questions with heavy answers. She eagerly pushed forward the fluffy spongecake topped with syrup and fruit that the peppy server had delivered prior to his arrival. ❛ If you’d like, here          ❜ Her offer started off enthusiastic       if anyone needed cake right now, it was him      but she remembered she hadn’t even asked for his name yet. ❛ Oh goodness      I’m so embarrassed, I introduced myself without asking for your name in return. What could I call you, Mister.... ❜

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It’s so very tempting to just give her what she wanted and maybe, another time he might just do it right then and there. However, the things her pleas did to him set a fire of determination in him. His wicked grin is impossible to hide, eyes dark and devouring. He can hold off a little longer but could she? This woman was entirely too enticing. “This is hardly mean, darling.” The desire to push her to her breaking point was there. How much could she handle until it drove her over? “Aren’t you a spoiled little thing?” His words are carefully laced with a taunt, “My pretty, pretty girl is such a mess.”

His hands leave her then only to discard her top unbothered if a button or two flies off in the process. His fingers adeptly drag down her bra to expose her chest to him. Of course, it’s entirely possessive when his hand cups and squeezes at her breasts worshipping the pretty curves in silent admiration. “You look so pretty like this, Peach.” Skirt hiked up, cheeks so rosy, and body entirely too responsive to him. He’s reaching for her hand and cups it, drawing it to her lower body and pressing her fingers to her core, drawing the little circles there teasingly. 

“Anything?” He drawls out, “Baby, I am going to need you to touch yourself and tell me what is you want me to do to you.”

❛ Hardly ? Hardly !? ❜ Voice went up in pitch, astounded by how easily he diminished his torture. ❛ Beloved, this utterly malicious ! ❜ Peach pathetically whimpered. He’d been gone for so long; she’d had to suffer without him next to her, agonise in the night without his touch and now that he was here, he was withholding what she desperately missed. His mocking coos succeeded in both infuriating and arousing her but her outburst of anger was paused when he removed her top. She felt thread pop, heard the bounce of a heart-shaped button upon the floor. ❛ Kylo, my bu       ! ❜

Any thought she may have had was quickly wiped from her mind when she felt his hands on her breasts; her reprimand was interrupted by a sharp gasp as her back arched and her body pushed into his. Every inch of creamy skin was flushed crimson when he so easily complimented the mess he made her. She was always put together, not a wrinkle in sight, hair out of place, or smudge to makeup         against him now, her skirt was crumpled above her hips, hair in disarray, and pink gloss smudged around plush lips.

Kylo takes her hand she she hopes for a moment, that he would offer a moment of mercy. Peach’s fragile hopes were devastated when her own fingers became a barrier between his touch and where she needed to feel it. A gasp, a whine, a shudder       she could hardly form words throughout his torment, yet he wanted her to intelligibly speak in words she could not say about what she wanted him to do to her ? ❛ You are entirely too cruel        ❜ One arm was still wrapped around his neck, thankful for the stability but frustrated that she could not use either hand to get what she wanted. 

Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip stubbornly; she could not utter the dirty and disgusting words he was requesting from her, she was a good girl, and she was polite with impecceable manners. Polite good girls with impeccable manners did not say those things           even if they were the only thing between her and what she so desperately wanted. She pushed a thigh forward between his legs, hoping her own taunting touch could expedite this process.

❛ My touch isn’t enough        ❜ trembling tone was pleading, ❛ it hasn’t been enough since you left. ❜ She moved her hips, but still only felt the gentle press of her dainty fingers. ❛ Baby, if you don’t touch me, I’m going to go mad ! ❜