Aug 2, 2025
good morning friendz !! happy weekend :3 it’s time for a coffee run so let’s go !!! we can blast some tunes + let the sunshine kiss our faces ଘ(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و !! ☀️
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good morning friendz !! happy weekend :3 it’s time for a coffee run so let’s go !!! we can blast some tunes + let the sunshine kiss our faces ଘ(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و !! ☀️
ILYA ROZANOV + DRINKING...
Latino Jun
Can't think abt what flavour now but I now I'll add more things after this gets posted (as always)
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Seductive woman’s life before the cataclysm wasnt a spoiled rich girl or something. she was the baddie who worked at goodwill that wore sweats as street clothes and smelled like vanilla from always vaping thanks
not a one word prompt but i’m god’s specialist little baby so i hope you’ll let me get away with this: wild hunt rhys in the court of nightmares 😏
(Okay wow this one got away from me 😮💨)
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‘Welcome to my Court, pet.’
Feyre shivers, the freezing onyx stone biting unforgivingly into the flesh of her knees. She shuffles forwards, head bowed, and presses her cheek to his thigh. She almost moans at the warmth radiating from him.
‘Thank you, High Lord,’ she whispers. Her voice is still raw from the way he’d made her scream, her skin still smarting from being mounted on the forest floor, scraped raw by the stones.
He hooked his thumb behind her front lower teeth, drawing her closer. She braces herself on his knees, a sticky throb of heat between her hips.
‘I had very happy hunting in Spring, tonight,’ he tells the gathered assembly, amusement in his voice.
Dark laughter filters through the room, making Feyre squirm self consciously. Her dress is still torn. Blood and spend still crusted on her inner thighs.
‘Such lovely spoils I’ve found,’ he says softer, for her this time, his grip tightening her chin. Feyre whimpers, feeling a warm drip of something leak from her cunt, slicking her inner thighs. ‘I do believe we’re going to have so much fun together, Feyre darling.’
Oughhhhh :3
what she said