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sooooo... hi, it me 😇

i was looking at my drafts and honestly... yeah... so what i was thinking was dropping everything and starting fresh with threads, obviously keeping all the ships though. i mean if you want to keep them. give this a react and i'll jump into your dms here or on disco for new threads or restart them if they were still new. if you don't want to keep the ship, i totally understand that too, no worries !!

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i live !! let's see if tonight is the magic night !!

[darlinghearts]

@nocturnv | Beckett & Faye lil starter with her bratting out for being forced into manual labor.

❝Okay no SERIOUSLY, do you even understand the CONCEPT of a break?❞ They'd been at this for HOURS. Under the BEATING sun and she was damn near at her breaking point. ❝I'm drenched in sweat, my phone has like NO service out here, and you're acting as if both of those things aren't TOTALLY cruel and unusual.❞ Her father had sent her to his RANCH to learn a thing or two about hard work, but at that exact moment all she wanted to do was plot her escape from the man in front of her. She sure as HELL wasn't learning her lesson, but DAMN at least she made the borrowed cowboy had currently sitting PRETTY atop her head look good as FUCK.

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beckett leaned back against the fence post, arms crossed, his expression a mix of exasperation and dry amusement. he was wearing a faded plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his jeans were dusty from a morning of work, baseball cap turned backwards on his head. his tone was sharp. “a break?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “you’ve been out here for what, three hours? and you are already acting like i was trying to torture you. you sweat, you work, and yeah, sometimes your phone doesn't get service. welcome to the real world.” he stepped closer, his boots scuffing the dirt, and gestured toward the half-finished fence she was helping with. his voice softened just a fraction. “look, i got it. but you are here, and that hat…” he’d pointed to the cowboy hat on her head, a flicker of approval in his eyes. “actually looks like it belongs on you. lean into it. finish the fence, prove to yourself you could do something other than posting on instagram and then we’ll talk about a break.” he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response, but there was a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. he wasn’t going to let her off easy, but he wasn’t entirely heartless either.

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i failed you this weekend, but i'm here, two days off already buried in my drafts 😈

[amurg-cu-stele]

I wrap my holy legs around his heavy head and let his tongue swim toward salvation.

Rupy Kaur

[egosdeaths]

[welovecrackships]

I’m back!!!!!

ana de armas and chris evans 

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i really should finish my drafts today since it is going to be a very long week and i'm not sure how much i'll be able to be around but will definitely try !!

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everything should be properly tagged now finally 🎉

[loveisliquor]

she'd normally be too embarassed to let go like this, to let her body move, chase the tempo he offers, to let how greedy she is for him show. but it's written on every inch of her skin, in every reaction-- it's swimming in her gaze. she can't get enough. it's softness that tips her over the edge this time, the way his breath fans out against her skin when he calls her beautiful, the way she believes him-- it's too much. her back arches, her body needs closer-- wants as much of him as it can get. she tightens around his fingers, and barely manages a whimper of warning before she's cumming-- with a gush of wetness, coating his fingers, his hand in her desperate release. "luca-- luca--" she can't quite breathe but she can moan his name, can whimper as he pulls the last dregs of her orgasm for her. her thighs are trembling in his grip. "that-- you--god---" she pants softly. her hands slide into his hair, hold him close-- half certain he can feel her reckless heart beat. "....i don't think i can feel my legs--" she giggles softly. she's half sure she looks a mess, can feel her curls, escaping her bun-- and her dress? well the less said about it the better. she cups his cheek and offers him a soft smile. "hello." she giggles softly. "less clothing?"

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luca’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk as he watched her come undone beneath him, her body trembling and her breath coming in ragged gasps. he could feel her tightening around his fingers, hear the way she whimpered his name, and it sent a surge of possessive pride through him. but he wasn’t done, not even close. as she panted, her hands sliding into his hair and holding him close, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling back to meet her gaze. “hello…” he murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes dark with hunger. he didn’t waste time, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt, his fingers working quickly to strip it off. his pants followed, kicked aside with little care, until he was completely bare before her. he settled between her legs again, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress higher as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. “less clothing…” he agreed, his voice rough with need. “and more of you.” his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed as he positioned himself at her entrance. he didn’t rush, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, until he was completely sheathed. he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he felt her warmth around him, her body welcoming him in. “fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. “you feel so fucking good, cara.” he didn’t move right away, giving her a moment to adjust, his hands sliding up her sides, his lips brushing against her neck. “you’re mine.” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. 

[lovedrunked]

a low, ragged groan rumbled from jackson’s chest as her trembling fingers guided his hand between them, pressing him against the slick heat of her. the realization of how much she needed him, how much she craved his touch, sent a primal hunger surging through him. his breath hitched, control slipping as he felt her - soft, warm, aching for him. his fingers moved, teasing, exploring, drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. his free hand slid up her back, strong and steady, anchoring her to him as if he could hold her together when everything else threatened to unravel. his heart pounded, his pulse roaring in his ears, but even through the haze of desire, something deeper swelled in his chest. this wasn’t just about want - it never had been. it was about her, about them, about the way she was finally letting herself fall. he kissed her hard, deep, as if he could carve himself into her soul with every desperate brush of his lips. he poured everything into that kiss - the longing, the need, the unspoken promises he wasn’t sure how to put into words. when he finally tore his mouth from hers, his lips traced along her jaw, dragging down the curve of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the way she trembled against him. “you were mine long before you said it,” he murmured, his voice rough, full of reverence and possession all at once. his fingers pressed deeper, stroking her just right, and he felt her melt against him, her breath hitching, her body arching. he held her there, in the space between surrender and certainty, in the space where they were nothing but each other.

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arden’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as his touch ignited a fire that burned through every nerve in her body. her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as if she could anchor herself to him, to this moment, to the way he made her feel. her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers moved against her, teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge with every stroke. “jack…” she whispered, his name a plea, a prayer, a confession all at once. her body arched into his, every inch of her trembling with the intensity of what he was doing to her. she felt raw, exposed, completely undone by the way he touched her, kissed her, held her like she was the only thing that mattered. when his lips left hers, trailing down her jaw, her throat, she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. his words sent a shiver through her, the truth of them settling deep in her chest. she had been his. she always would be. her hips moved against his hand, her body seeking more, seeking everything he was willing to give. “i’m yours,” she breathed, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge, her world narrowing to the feel of him, the sound of his voice, the way he looked at her like she was everything. “i’ve always been yours.”

[inkshadow]

"right? at least i'm giving you a heads up now before you spend your entire life trying to internalize it." and maybe she'll be happy before then. maybe she doesn't have to resort to drastic measures and just truly let loose the way she wants. insu lets out a bit of a hum, nodding in acknowledgment that her friends don't seem to have the same thirst for change and fulfillment as she does. or, rather, they are already fulfilled in the way that they want. again, it's okay, but not exactly easy to be around when she wants a difference in perspective. "right, right. and it's likely easier for them to just nod their heads and smile rather than giving you actual help or suggestions? just a 'good enough'?" doesn't want to make baseless assumptions, after all. "ooooh, that's a difficult question... as lame as it is, i'd probably take my mother on a really nice, long vacation. somewhere bright and sunny, where can enjoy the luxury of just sitting on a chair at the beach without worry." because everything he does at this point is either for his mother or sister, though his sister is certainly faring much better than he is. the way she repeats his name leaves him feeling a bit bashful, if only because not a lot of people that come through his car and rides makes the effort to actually remember it, let alone ask for it. "it's nice to meet you too. and you are blind — there's proof in two ways. one, you didn't read my name when it popped up in the app and two, you said i was cute." his smile widens at the sight of her playful little antic, insu even giving his first airy laugh of the night. look at that. "it seems we've arrived at the gate... do you have a code for me to enter?"

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her fingers idly traced patterns against the seam of her dress. “yeah, i guess you’re right. it’s easier for them to just… agree. smile, nod, tell me i’ll figure it out while they keep doing what they’ve always done. they mean well, but it doesn’t really help.” she sighed, shaking her head slightly. “it’s just frustrating, you know? i don’t need constant validation, but a little effort in actually understanding wouldn’t hurt.” she hummed in thought, resting her chin against her hand as she considered his words. “yeah… that sounds nice. letting someone you care about just breathe freely.” she offered him a small smile through the rearview mirror. arden rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it, just amusement. “okay, fine. maybe i did miss your name on the app. in my defense, i was  in a state of emotional distress when i ordered the uber.” she admitted, crossing her arms. “but i stand by the second part. you’re just going to have to deal with that.” her smirk lingered as she watched his reaction, the way his smile widened just a little more, the way his laugh filled the car for the first time. she liked that. “i’d tell you that i really like your laugh, but i’m afraid it might actually give you a heart attack.” the blonde grinned playfully. as they approached the entrance, she glanced down at her phone before rattling off the code. “for the underground lot, enter 0143. you can park near the elevators.” she leaned slightly forward, watching as he keyed it in. the gate beeped before slowly rolling open, and she let out a small sigh, stretching her legs as much as the car allowed. “appreciate you not just dumping me at the curb, by the way. not that i would have blamed you after all the bullying.” her gaze flickered to his reflection in the rearview mirror, the playful edge in her tone softening just a bit. “and, you know… for listening.” a small pause, then a smirk as she added, “driver therapy really should be a chargeable add-on.” she hesitated for a second, debating whether to ask, then decided to just go for it. “hey…” she started, casually, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “would you, by any chance, want to come up for a drink or coffee? i mean, only if you’re not in a rush to pick up another passenger.” she shrugged, as if the answer didn’t matter much to her either way, but there was something in her expression. something open, maybe even hopeful. arden found herself genuinely enjoying his company, and a part of her wasn’t ready for the night to end just yet.

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♡ for a text starter from any of my muses, you can pick or keep it random. will be doing these tomorrow if there's any interest !!

[disapprove]

"Baby?" She repeated with her brows raised, unable to keep the little chuckle that escaped her lips while she looked at him. Oh, Abigail was having a way too hard time to focus on her actual mission. Mainly because she was enjoying this, him, a little more than she should. After peppering him with kisses, the dark blonde watched him and tilted her head aside when he mentioned being speechless. Bingo. Abigail sighed very softly against his lips, in pleasure, as she answered his kiss with just as much passion and eagerness. She took a moment to open her eyes again, smiling back at him slowly. Shivering under his lips that grazed her ear, she hummed. Her fingertips slowly trailed up and along his chest. "You think I have pretty eyes." She nodded rather impressive at the compliment, blushing only lightly. As if she could help it. "Did River Calloway just flirt with me?" She brought a hand to her chest, letting out a dramatic sigh. Then she started chuckling. Abby was only teasing him in return now. She didn't answer his teasing and only watched him taking a swig from the bottle. Abby took the bottle from him and took a swig herself, once again shaking her head at the disgust of the heavy taste. He was right: she was playing a dangerous game. But the sound of her name coming from his lips drove her insane. Focus, Abby, focus. "I'm very good at games, River. Don't underestimate me." Abigail said with a small smirk, staring back into his eyes for a moment. She held the bottle behind her back and leaned in, awfully close to his face. Abby pecked his lips, teeth only shortly nipping at his bottom lip. "I'm not planning on leaving unless you kick me out." Her suite was only a door removed from him. One that her brother intentionally hired, knowing where River was staying. "So unless you want me out, I'm pretty good here, in your lap." Abigail said softly, leaning back before he giving him even a chance to kiss her lips in return, and she took a small sip of the bottle of whiskey, putting the bottle down before she gently took hold of his jaw, only to kiss him again. Eager and greedy, while the liquor danced between their tongues. If she wanted to keep up this little plan her brother set up, she needed to give more. Anything to wrap him around her finger.

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river’s grin widened as abigail teased him, her laughter like music to his ears, though he’d never admit it. he leaned back, his arm still draped casually around her waist, his other hand resting on the couch as he watched her with that trademark cocky glint in his eyes. “oh, i flirted, did i?” he said, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “and here i thought i was just stating the obvious. those eyes of yours? yeah, they’re dangerous. almost as dangerous as you are, sitting here trying to act like you’re not enjoying this just as much as i am.” when she took the bottle from him and took a swig, he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her reaction to the whiskey. “not a fan of the good stuff, huh?” he teased, his tone light but his gaze sharp, always watching, always calculating. “maybe i’ll have to teach you how to appreciate it properly.” her playful bite at his lip drew a low chuckle from him, and he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin as he murmured. “kick you out? abby, if i wanted you gone, you’d already be out that door.” when she kissed him again, eager and greedy, river didn’t hold back. his hand slid up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his other arm tightening around her waist. the taste of whiskey on her lips only added to the heat between them, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. but river was never one to let himself get too lost. even in moments like this. once they finally broke apart, his smirk was back in full force, though his breathing was a little heavier than before. “you’re good at games, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “well, let’s see how good you are at keeping up with me. because  i don’t play to lose.” he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. he pulled back, his hand still resting on her waist.