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              i have returned from       my hiatus        as  i     promised i       would     !        so       i am      in desperate     need of         new       threads      !     i also      shall       be working     on my      drafts        !          like      this to       plot     !    i will      come to    you      !

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/ / / adrianna!!! / / /

he played her body so well, no one could be competition. not even herself most days. she had been thinking about her lover all day, and now all her daydreams were coming to life in a far greater way than she hoped for. he was hitting every button in a perfect way. barry could be rough and demanding, but also sweet and sensitive. she couldn’t remember a time when he had been as dominating as he was now and she loved it. when they were finished she would absolutely ask him to repeat himself in the future. “ please— ” she begged, needing more friction. she didn’t know who was enjoying it more out of the two. she continued to squirm, rolling her hips to plead for pleasure.  he granted her wish. thrusting home was her dream come true. it felt so damn good. each thrust more powerful than the last, each eliciting such passion from her lips. the little one began to moan uncontrollably, all due to skills that were not hers. she didn’t care about the discarded toiletries, they were trivial details. both hands were up against the bathroom counter, trying to steady herself with the consistent rhythm he provided.

she lifted her head as she moaned, the first time she opened her eyes since he had first started to touch her. that was when she noticed it. the unforgettable scars down the side of his face. burn marks that she knew made him what he now was. not her barry. a different kind of devil. a devil who was making her feel undeniable pleasure “ savitar… ” she whimpered, shock and anger fighting with her still lingering desire. how dare he. her hips continued to shake, more with anger than lust, although there were tremors, predictions of an upcoming orgasm, running though her body.

           COUNTLESS NIGHTS      SAVITAR HAD      DREAMED OF THIS PIVOTAL     MOMENT.       /  /      the brusque        touch of         his       skin to     hers,      was ever-present.        so     pliant    underneath the       certainty    of his        touch.       oh,       &        those       pleading little       begs      of hers.            / /        how he      planned to       taunt her      for them      later.      once she     claimed      to     despise his       flesh      for what     it     was.          refused even       to       permit him       the      dignity    of       the benefit of        the doubt.       /  /            no    more.          savitar       could no    longer       remain idle as        this hot,     urging      bodice dangled       before him;       surges of      barry’s     memories      flooding his     mindset as         they       took     place.       /  /             suddenly,       emerald     green optics      met those      flooded in       need.        bent over       the       counter,      taking        the pleasure        he     sought,          savitar    made no       move to        cease.       despite,     pure hatred      shadowing      those      hues.        / /       later,       once alone,       the gravity of       this      moment would     take a         heavy toll       on his   pride,         but not        now.         now,       he    was seconds         from release.            ❝        yea,         &       now      you     are going      to cum     for me.      like    a     good     girl.       ❞

      SO     MUCH SHAME      LAID    DORMANT    IN HIS       VERY SPIRIT.      / /       ripped      apart by       wracks of      it,     daily,      all     savitar      desired       was a       single     instant      of        resolve.         refuge,      from the     cold,    firm hands      of rejection.       -        savitar     came.      hot    pools of     seed       poured within,      slickness of       her    folds.         / /         regarded     with    the     sight of        her loathing,       the instant of       relief,     passed.        still,      he could    not feel          whole.       though he       had his     twin.     spiraled them       into     lustful     grazes;      still,     it was     not     enough to       fill the     void.        was she        so     disgusted       because of       the scars         ?         the imperfections           that plagued his        face       ?         /  /          he         relinquished his       grip on     her      frame.        felt      self-loathing    delve in           deep.         he    took     scraps from      barry’s       life.      what little     he could      take.       yet,     even for    this he        was     damned.        -      damned     by     hell.

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/ / / cassandra!!! / / /

She didn’t want to talk, not anymore. Talking lead to more truth and the truth seemed to do nothing but bring up painful feelings she so desperately wanted a break from. Without responding to his comment, she pressed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily as she felt him move within her, letting herself get lost in the feeling of their joined bodies and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and desire.

Cassandra didn’t last long herself, burying her face into Barry’s neck, she reached her peak trying to keep quiet enough that they wouldn’t be interrupted shortly before he reached his own. Taking a few moments, allowing herself to enjoy the residual pleasure of a much needed orgasm, she rested against Barry before she leaned back. “I um, they’ll be looking for me before long.” The Mentalist whispered, regretting that she would have to leave so soon. “Can you meet me at my hotel tonight?”

          THE      WARM     AFTERGLOW     OF     THEIR    LOVE-MAKING     BASKED OVER       HIM.            /  /           barry        sought internal        comfort in the        singular        pull of        containable        warmth.              just      as       suddenly     as the       relief       came;        it         faded.            /  /            sweat      glistened on        pale   skin.         dried tears         clung   to          sharp    edges     of     barry’s      cheeks.          &           he       strained to          return      breath     to     tired    lungs.           suddenly,         fear gripped       the       surrounding     chambers of       heart.         unyielding        recollections of      the    last time         his      eyes     dared      stray      from her       form,      came to      mind.               /   /             barry      tightened       his       hold.            ❝         don’t     leave me.        please      ...       ❞         frail,     suddenly     fearful       tones    circulated.       reminders of       the     previous       time he       allowed      green     optics to       stray from     her       overwhelmed him.        -       what if      she      didn’t      come    back      ?            /   /             this     time      the     pull of        innocent     flesh       was      between      them.         the     child     they created.           ❝            i        can     not          lose you           again.           ❞         such     impending loneliness         would     consume him     whole.

         WEAKNESS          SCREAMED OUT             AT HIM        FROM THE   INSIDE.           /  /           all-consuming.        fiercely             stabbing at        his      belly.         still connected,       barry could        feel her      warmth.           -      her     entire     essence.          &           memories      coated his    psyche.         fracturing     on the      surface of      his        subconscious.       raising his     hand,      he          grazed her      neck.      pushing     needful       kisses    just against       her pulse   point.          starved     for    her touch,      he    kept      her    firmly      in his      grip.          /            all it         took was            to close his           eyes,            &          barry      had lost her          last     time.            -            he      could not        look       away.     nor    let go.            lest         she      disappear.          ❝        please    ...         ❞            trust          would take      time     to form         again.       every    fear about          being     abandoned         had     spiked to        a           maximum      degree      now.

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              i      promise i have       not abandoned    barry       !      i am     having major     issues with     multiple computers     in my    house     atm,      &     i need to       send them     in to     get fixed     !      so until     i do,     replies will be     spotty      !      so consider this a       semi-hiatus     !

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/ / / adrianna!!! / / /

he was… really in a mood today. adrianna didn’t think about complaing really… not too much. and it wouldn’t be complaining, but more commenting. he was so excited, ramped and revved up to go, and… well they had just gotten started. barry was normally a lot slower.  “ straining a little, there? ” she teased, rotating her hips up and back against his very obvious ‘dilemma’. “ did iris leave you high and dry? ” iris wasn’t normally to let barry loose without satisfaction. adrianna could only remembering it happening once before. the situation seemed a little odd. but she was feeling so good. she reached out with her mind, an ability that she had never been able to explain. it wasn’t full mind reading, she wasn’t physic, not like that. she more saw images, felt emotions. her skills were not so perfectly tuned that she would play the lottery with them. there was nothing she could read from his signals that would give blatent clues. everything was so lust driven;; excitement, urgency, internal growling. even so. adrianna was delighted that no matter the case, he had chosen to be with her over their mutual friend. she was very confident that her skills far outranked those of iris.

his lips— the perfect distraction to her endless train of thoughts. her neck was the most sensitive part of her body, and damn if he wasn’t aware. the little one melted, eyes shut and moans present. so good. coupled with his skilled hands, she was like play-doh. limp and ready for him to play just how he wanted. if anything was clear from their past endeavors, she would submit in a heartbeat when it came to her brother. “…barry. ” she cried out, incapable of refraining. her hips started to shake with impatience, pushing her pelvis up to try for more touches. “ ——no… don’t stop…! ” her lips parted with a shaky breath, “ you know how much i like when you touch me like that. ” 

           SO     MANY    NIGHTS     SAVITAR HAD     DESIRED JUST    THIS.     / /        exorbitant       power over the            flesh,       &        bone of      the     twin     shared between        himself       &       barry.        however,       if   barry     ever      came to       the     knowledge      that      savitar      took     advantage     -       well there        would    be      hell     to        pay.         / /          lust     encompassed         savitar.       fueling     the        bulge       of his      need,      to   press     boldly       against           adrianna’s        spine.        hot,         subtle    breaths      grazed      the      creamy     white of        her        neck.        tentative       circles     proceeded to       be     made around      her     swollen         pearl.          need-fueled       arcs of      her     hips         continued.        /  /         savitar        listened.       calculated      her       nearing      precipice of        an       orgasm.        -       she     was     close.        oh,       he      could     taste it     on his       tongue.         / /         low      hisses      vibrated      the       chords of       his    vocals.       lust,      drove every      single     one       of his       five    senses.          -        god,         savitar      needed   her   !

              WHEN       SHE ARCED      UP        SAVITAR         RETRACTED.              /  /        drawing     wet,      sopping        finger-lengths     right up     to      chapped     lips.       sucking       boiling   juices     from them.       with a      single yank    he       had her        pants     down her       thighs.        suddenly,      hoisting her    to kick         the discarded        things     clear      from her     ankles,          he    bent her     over the        bathroom     counter.       / /             ❝         you      want    to     cum       ?        do you      ?          i think      i should      give you a      taste of       your own      medicine     for once.       ❞               / /          barry      had      everything.         savitar        hovered on     the outside.        watching.       longing.     -      no    more.          adrianna,       once told      him he       was not     barry.       thus,       no    good for     her.       (       now    was his         chance to      prove her         wrong.       )           savitar     spread apart       the    slickness of      her     thighs.       being    sure    they    could not     touch       so she     could gain    no friction      unless he     gave it       to her.            / /            clenched      a   fistful     of       brown strands in       his        hand.           slid her    panties to     one   side,       &        unbuckled his    belt.       unzipped the     denim.        &         thrust    right in.         sheathed     inside of      her    warm,    moist place     -     he       growled.          like an      animal          (        a     beast      )         -         savitar began        to     rut.       hard.      powerful      movements     that     rammed her     into the     counter.       knocking   useless    bathroom     toiletries     all     over the     tile     in his    haste. 

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            fuckkkkkk      !!!      the new       episode fucked      me up       &      nope i will     never be okay      again       ...      nope.

[fyeahgrantgust]

“Dad…  Mom… I wanted to tell you, I tried to tell you…”

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/ / / tatianna!!! / / /

            there is openness to his manner, vulnerability and earnestness which frightens her.   she cannot help it   ;;  she closes off, pulling away from him and breaking all contact between them.   she is young, she is inexperienced, but she is not a flighty child.   tatiana does not rush into things, head-over-heels.   she is not swept away on the wings of her own emotions, for they so rarely rise to the surface over practical thought.   there is a part of her that is truly alarmed.    one kiss is one thing…   but doesn’t he realize it can be no more than that?    she is grand duchess of russia, and he…  who is he, really?

              she does not  k n o w ,  and that is most frightening of all.    he should not be here.  this has gone on long enough…  and how irresponsible of her to let it go any further.   ( to give him impressions which cannot be. )       ‘ barry, i think… ’    she pauses for a deep breath, not wanting to hurt him.     ‘ i think you ought to go now.  you should not have done that. ’

           SO     MUCH OF        BARRY’S       TIME WAS       SPENT       ALONE.         / /         low      pulsing       needs     were rushing        up his     vertebre,       through     every     existing nerve       in his     body.      stimulating his      system.       suddenly,       the impulse to           reside      here,          &       to     never        depart         came        to his    mind.        / /          it     was    her.       -          it was         always     tatiana.        heaving    breaths          were swallowed        as the       flush on       barry’s       cheeks only       darkened.              her      hypnotic       pull was     intoxicating       to    him.      -    like       a     drug,      he       wanted to       consume her.        /  /           to      remain      by her       side.       &         protect       her       from fate’s      cruel     grip.            oh,         but     an         all-consuming       stab      jolted his       heart.             couldn’t        she     feel    it     too         ?          the      all-encompassing      rush          ?           -        the     need        ?            tingles       shrouded him,         &       he     could      not fathom        departing.          two      tears       rolled down        pale     cheeks.          /  /          ❝            you    do    not       ...        you     don’t      feel     the     same        ?        ❞          such a      ridiculous      question.       -      how      could one      so     alluring;       so      enchanting        ever      regard him     with      affection         ?              ❝        that    is      ..      truly      what you    desire        ?         me    gone       ?           ❞        sudden     sadness pooled       in his     heart.       she    was the      only      one that      made him   feel       like    he      was      home     in       this   strange    place.

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/ / / natalie!!! / / /

            One of her knees bends a little more to steady herself against the comforter as the room seems to briefly spin with all the pangs of pleasure and euphoria that rush through her as she climaxes. His words are exactly what she needs to hear in order to let go. A cry of elation escapes her and her complexion remains flushed for several long moments as she tries to catch her breath. Natalie finally unclenches her hands and rests them against her face before she props herself up on her elbow and exhales softly, “That was…something.” She admits with a sheepish smile before she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. Her expression becomes more serious as she quirks an eyebrow, “This doesn’t have to be a consistent thing if you don’t really want it to be, I do understand. If you’re not ready then you’re not ready though there won’t be any feelings involved, I promise. No feelings.” 

          DEEP          IN       HIS    HEART,         HE KNEW HE     WOULD NEVER       BE     READY.         / /           how     could he      betray       iris      ?      all      this     time,     barry     had      convinced his       fractured        mind         that        even       seeking     out pleasure     in        a      foreign      body was       an     unjustifiable         betrayal of            his          iris.         however,         with the       sturdiness         in his       judgement        disintegrating,        barry       no     longer had     a     foothold     in     right      versus        wrong.        /  /          for him,        there was         only    this.           sweltering      heat      radiated          from       natalie’s        skin.        encompassed     barry’s       form.        her        aura singing           in     high      trills        to his.           empathy,       peaked in         barry’s     heart.        low,     drawn out        kisses    peppering the        warm      heat of       her      neck.              /  /             suddenly,          her    back was      arcing        into his        firm     chest.       hips   undulating.        breaths       heightened.         -       then    warm   juices   poured      over         his       vibrating      fingertips.              lengthy       clenches of      his     abdomen      came        &       went.        pitter-patters        of    his     thumping     heart      continued.        /  /               finally,        she    went          limp.         exceedingly,          circling     her      swollen   pearl,      he     brought her          back down    from    her     peak.           ❝           there     can never    be   any        feelings    involved.           but     i need you.      just    as     much as       you   need me.            ❞        sweet,    consoling    tones     vibrated his         vocals.

[speedoflxght]

/ / / nora!!! / / / 

          she didn’t know what year she was in, or how she had gotten there; nora had done something wrong. she either screwed up another time line or she was trapped in a different one entirely, but she didn’t know who to look for. no, she needed to get back to twenty-eighteen. to help her father, to make sure she saved him; but this didn’t feel like the year she needed to get to, and as the hues came into focus, she suddenly felt cold. it was dark; and the only light that illuminated was from the lights down the familiar hall. everything was so much more dreary, and dull. this was s.t.a.r. labs, but it wasn’t the place she was so accustomed to. 

that’s when she saw him and her mouth dropped open in surprise. dad– it was a thought, a questioning one. was it truly him? he had heard her and proceeded to calling her cisco, which is why as she took slow steps closer, she could see that something was very wrong in this timeline.

          before she had the chance to say anything, he was at her side within a second, and the next thing she knew, his lips were against her own. her eyes widened at the sudden realization that her own father was kissing her, but she didn’t know why. she didn’t understand why; there was just this sadness she could feel coming off of him, which is why she didn’t push him back. she didn’t pull away either; 

instead, she closed her eyes and kissed him back, but she was hesitant. much too hesitant; especially when she was just as clueless. She wanted to ask, to speak to him about this, but it couldn’t be done. not yet anyway;

           IT       HAD     BEEN   SO     UNBEARABLY            LONG.            / /          -      too      long.          since        euphoric      kisses        touched the        surface of       barry’s       lips.         once he       cradled       the   lifeless        fading    warmth of         iris’         frame,      it had       all come to a         pivotal      irreversible       end.          /  /           unique     pulls from        the       very fabric      of  her        aura     had     dwindled.         faded    just     from barry’s       reach.         although,        at times he        imagined he       could     sense     residual    tugs from       her    spirit;         those     instances         were       fleeting.           / /         starved    for the         simplest          minuscule      ounce of       relief,        barry      did   not      stop to         question     the     return of      a   light         (        radiating       )        aura       in his      presence.       rather,       took advantage         of     the    real.      touchable        flesh      before   him.          / /            &    oh,          -          was she        ever     infused with        warmth.         barry had      hovered in        cold    remembrance      of    iris.        stabbed by          the    sting of      her     absence.        gutted by        the     inconceivable         truth that        he    would never          touch her        again.

         DISBELIEF       HAD HIM       CUPPING      SHEER      WARMTH OF      HER    BABY-SOFT       CHEEK.         /  /              grazing    supple       skin      as he    tongued    her      lower     lip.        sucked the       skin      between      sharp   teeth.       bit         firmly      enough to       leave a     bruise.          barry      strained to        remain   upright.        -       found          purchase       against       firm      stability of       the   white      wall.      balancing them      against the      rough thing.       /  /          exceedingly         lost himself      to the      moment.       could this       be      ?        or was      his    grief-stricken          mind    finally       coming    apart      at the       seams         ?          (       unfortunately     for him;      it was       the     latter.         )              yet      to     recognize the       evident     differences, between        his       iris,         &      nora,       barry        willed it    to be    true    so    despairingly        -       that it      was.         / /           for   now.           rough,      unforgiving    fingers       cupped the       base of     her      need,     right   through        cotton       panties.        shoving up      flimsy       fabric of      her      skirt.            barry’s    own   need,      bulging a      tent in      his         pants.     tightening      the     fabric around         his        middle.

[prettylittleliarsxxxx]

★ Hanna Marin ★    ★ 7x20 “til deAth do us pArt” ★

[caramelizeds-blog]

ok but a plot where muse a went on goes to the lake with their best friend’s family ( which includes muse b, her best friend’s irritatingly hot and mean older sibling ) and after the best friend gets sick, muse a gets stuck spending all their time with muse b. the trip entails of both checking up on the bff and late nights out in the lake with muse b and on the last day of the trip, a first kiss ( or more ) is stolen. muse a thinks that this means something to muse b, that they may actually have feelings, but when it’s time to pack up and come home, it’s like muse b flipped a switch. cold, distant, as if nothing ever happened. muse a is devastated, but knows two can play at that game. 

or au idea: a secret relationship begins that consists of sneaking around and exhilaration, but muse b wanting to come clean and muse a is afraid of what may happen if they share their relationship with the world. 

[crownedwrath-a-blog]

ok but… incubus reaps :^)

[thisisanpeee]

highkey  i  want  one  of  those  nice  ass  ships  where  they  eventually  get  engaged  and  then  married  and  they  experience  married  life  and  having  kids  /  adopting  kids  and  marital  bliss  but  also  the  struggles  but  happily  married  ppl  so  in  love  with  each  other  fuck  

[valorandgold-archived]

Okay but how about fluffy threads with cuddles and snuggling, and absolutely minimal dialogue with only some sparingly used murmurs of “I love you” or similar short expressions of affections and just hums and soft noises in place of words, and gentle kisses on the cheek or neck or pecks on the lips, running hands through each other’s hair, brushing strands of hair out of each other’s faces, stroking each other’s cheeks lightly, tracing lines along each other’s stomachs or backs with their fingers and just wholesome quiet fluff with a lot of affection actions and internal thoughts about each other like??? seriously please??? I want some of that so badly

[slippingintoacomabored-blog]

I want a plot where Muse A gets dumped by their lover and they drunkenly walk to their lover’s building and start banging at their door but no one answers them so they just lean against the door dramatically and start muttering why they love them or ask what they should do to win their love back. Suddenly the door opens and hey it’s not their lover but Muse B whose sleep got interrupted because of Muse A’s emotional monologue. And really they can either be friends or lovers or even enemies from there. A drunk person yelling love confessions not meant for you at your door? Anything could happen. 

[thesxmmersword]

I am the worst sucker for reincarnated loves like I am the WORST TRASH FOR THAT SHIT

That thing where they first meet again and that expression of confusion bc ‘I know them’

and then they struggle with getting closer for no damn reason but just?? t h e m

And tHEN THEY GET FLASHBACKS OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS THAT TORE THEM APART IN A PREVIOUS LIFE

Or one of them does and they have to stare into that other person’s face every morning knowing they’ll never understand how much they love them

pUNCH ME IN THE FACE AND GIVE ME REINCARNATED SHIP AU’S!!