Bloodletting 🩸🩸
Me if you even care
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Bloodletting 🩸🩸
Me if you even care
Daddy messaging to tell you he is on his way home after a meeting...i want you face down on the bed, short skirt, leave your socks and vans on, panties pulled to the side and wait for me...it was a frustrating meeting and I will be with you in 10 so maybe find something to bite down on...you are going to need it.
Be Mine!!? 🥀
Shikdeok x Black Tea
i sleep with a pillow and pretend it's you every night btw
I just want to serve 👹🫦
She knew the dick is trash so she asked for the tongue. I want the oldest, fattest, nastiest fuck to lick and suck my pussy. I want him to go and try to jerk his cock but he can't! Get so excited he can't even get his cock hard. I would rub my soaking wet pussy all over his limp cock and laugh. I would rub my clit on his balls until I came... Then make him suck me again.
Is my love suffocating you?
Am I too clingy? Too needy?
Am I annoying you?
Asking for too much of your time?
Too fucking bad
so runs the world away - chapter 10: if your heart has become spare parts (show your hands)
Summary: Felicity struggles with healing and her emotions. Oliver and the team struggle with how best to help her.
Title from Radical Face: “We’re On Our Way”
Notes: I’ve added some characters and character interaction that I’m not sure about. Laurel is in this story, but she won’t be a big presence. I did start this story before she died on the show though, so I felt it necessary to include her to some extent. Please let me know if it’s not working.
Also, this chapter begins to explore a little of Felicity’s headspace, which deals with early signs of depression and anxiety, with the idea that she has PTSD. Hopefully it’s not too much of a trigger for anyone, but this is your warning.
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April 23, 2024
Oliver finds Felicity standing in her bra and underwear in the bathroom, starting at herself in the mirror. Her hair is down over her shoulders in a ragged mess. She’s been trying to brush it, but it’s obvious that the pain in her side and wrist is making it nearly impossible, and she’s started crying.
He pauses just inside the doorway, taking her in and realizing just exactly how skinny she is now. He can see all of her ribs, and her hips and collarbones jut sharply from her skin. It pains him to see her so unhealthy, but he knows this part of her healing process is just one more thing that will take time. The doctor told him that her diet and recovery schedule are similar to that of someone who is anorexic, the thought of which makes his stomach churn.
“Hey,” he says gently, so as not to startle her.
Her eyes raise to meet his in the mirror and she frowns, swiping at them. “This is useless,” she grumbles with a frustrated huff.
Oliver gently takes the brush from her hand and begins to work through her messy curls. She clenches her hands into fists at her sides. “You don’t have to do that.” There’s anger in her voice, but it’s not directed at him.
“Don’t worry about it,” he answers gently, smiling at her in the mirror. She doesn’t smile back, swiping again at the tears under her eyes.
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The Love Language of Tears
Of course, I cry when he hurts me - but most times? Most times, I cry when he is gentle... When he scoops me up in his arms and gives me the tightest hug, filled with the most love I've ever known. I cry when he says he is proud of me, or that I've done well - Words I can't bare to take from myself; but coming from him, are gospels to be heeded. I cry from how much laughter and happiness he gifts me... It bubbles up inside me like a swelling barometer - until it pours over into tears.
And when confessing my love & gratitude? I cry the biggest tears of all... Because it's the most sacred truth I have to tell.
I've always been a sensitive soul, but he brings meaning to my tears - and even more so, my suffering.
Please..
Lisa Bon knows how to scramble my brain... just a little tug...
Her Insta >>> https://www.instagram.com/lisabon.model/
Straight from Instagram but will probably be banned on Tumblr...
Sheer beauty