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becoming fwb with your ex-husband simon cuz you require a little more than physical attraction to sleep with someone.

it unfortunately hadn't worked out with simon. it had felt like you were second fiddle in your own marriage, his job the real ball and chain but at least you know him. he doesn't need to give you the emotions and vulnerability that you wanted back when you two were husband and wife, just fuck you til you can't remember your own name (which is definitely a possibility because it's happened before)

you send the text quickly, before you change your mind and simon calls back because he's not in the country but he's got some down time to get you off with his deep voice dripping honey in your ear.

when he gets home, he'll rectify the situation but until then?

fuck yourself with your own small fingers and tell him how much you miss his.

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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btw if we're mutuals i automatically think ur cooler than me. doesnt matter if we have been mutuals for 2 minutes or 3 years, if we are following each other u are cooler than me by default <3

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note to self. there are no deadlines in fanfiction.

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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hey, I just wanted to say that I’m a writer too and I got the same ask, and I’m sorry that it triggered you :(

some people need to stop with their stupid shit

sorry that happened to you lovie 🫶

I thought it disgusting personally. The good thing about tumblr is that you can block tags you’re uncomfortable with. I was definitely uncomfortable with what they sent in.

And I think it shocked me a lot that someone had the audacity to send that without a trigger warning. I’m sorry that happened to you as well, it’s not right for someone to do that. For the anon that did, please dm me so I can block you.

#squishtalks #squishycheekanonanswer

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For the Anon who sent me the story idea with price and the paddle…a trigger warning would have been nice.

#asks are appreciated just not this one #squishtalks #squishycheekanon

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thoughts/headcanons on toji? or what he'd be like in limerence au? ooh i loev the idea of toji being a hybrid, a mean big bad scarred wolf

Okay but Limerence Toji, is very different. He’s a bodyguard for you, hired by Yuji after the Jade incident so you could be protected when they aren’t able to be with you. He has a wife who is also his mate and two children.

He was married before and had a child called Megumi before he turned into a werewolf, he killed both of them when he turned. It was a genuine accident but he has never forgiven himself. He kept his dead wife’s and dead child’s name as a reminder and a homage.

He has the utmost control and is the best person suited to protecting you. You both bond, he tells you about his ex family and you tell him about yours. You become like a little sister to him. He grows protective over you and is adamant that nothing will happen to you under his watchful eye.

You also bond with his wife and his children, becoming very close with the whole family. It leads them to taking care of you when….*gasp* I’ve said too much..😏

#jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji x reader #squishycheekanon #toji smut #squishycheekanonanswer #toji x you #asks are appreciated #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #dilf toji #bodyguard Toji #squishtalks #limerence #limerence teaser

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heyyyy loveeeeee,

would you think of writing ballet dancer!reader and mercenary!Simon 🎀🎀🤍🎀🤍

Well technically I have already started that but it’s not ballerina it’s a figure skater💖☺️it’s here.

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Regency Price thot🌹🤍

I am working on Limerence and Part two of both mountain man and the pen pal au by popular demand. But while you wait for me to write those please enjoy this lovely Viscount John Price and his Viscountess.

Price sat waiting patiently, newspaper in hands reading the latest gossip of the ton. “Aristocrats.” He scoffed low under his breath. Being one of the wealthiest, best-connected members of the middle class came with privileges but too much gossip as far a Price was concerned. Unless it directly affected him he couldn’t care less.

The doors to the dining room opened and in walked a butler, white curly wig on top of his head, his hands wringing together in nervousness as he looked at his master. “Well?” Price asked without looking away from his newspaper, an interesting snippet about a whistle or a lady down or something or other caught his eye.

“My Lord she..” the lack of answer was beginning to agitate him, he rolled up the paper and slammed it on the table, finally making eye contact with the butler.

“What?” Price snapped.

“She doesn’t seem to be here My Lord.” He said, gulping with unease clear in his voice.

“One of the horses is gone too.” A maid had said a little too loudly as she rushed into the room with the important information. Everyone in the room cringed, each and every servent, perhaps at this point even the entire ton, knows if the Viscountess and one of the horses are missing, someone will either be fired or end up in the hospital.

A wave a darkness crashed through the room as John growled out “Find me who by the time I’m back from retrieving my wife.” His orders were clear as crystal as he rushed from the room, Simon, his number two following swiftly after him.

“My horse Simon.” John grunted pulling out his pocket watch from his jacket. After years of being married to you, he always knew exactly where to find you based on the time of day it was or day of the week.

You thrived in order and schedules, one of the many things that he loved about you. Loved knowing he didn’t have to worry where you’d be at eleven in the morning. Always the drawing room catching up the on stitching you’ve been putting off, frustrated when the cross stitch didn’t form the absolute way you wanted it to.

Simon, ever the loyal to a fault number two replied quickly and lowly, “Yes Viscount.” He began to rush ahead of John making it to the stables before him and barking orders at the stable boys to fetch the masters horse and saddle. Price didn’t bother with riding clothes or shoes, simply latching his everyday boot into the stirrup and hoisting himself up into his horse.

“Shall I follow My Lord?” Simon asked head bowed as usual.

“If you wish.” John didn’t stick around after that, whipping his reigns and taking off on the beautiful brown stallion. “Come on boy, we’ve not got long before it rains!” John shouted to his horse as if the creature actually understood him, though in his fear he did not care.

The looks of the sky had him worried, the last time you went riding in the rain you caught pneumonia. He remembers how you shivered, how you were covered in sweat yet cold and how you burned to the touch. He never wishes to see you that way again. These thoughts had him pushing his horse harder to get to you faster. By the cherry tree you should be, and oh does he hope you are.

You however had just become done with your rage fit and were about to leave. Stupid Miss Carmichael, one of the bitchiest women in the ton. Not even married and yet she had the gall to mock you about not getting around to giving John a child yet. Joking about possible infertility, the words made you sick as did her audacity.

You had been married to your husband two years now and yes you were yet to bore him a child. Though the first year of your marriage, due to it being a simple arrangement, you spent it away from him. Always avoiding him, even on your wedding night you locked yourself in your room.

Though finally he managed to get you to open up to him, taught you many things, you began to love him. He had loved you however since the first moment he saw you. More so when you had advertently put him in his place after he was rude to a servant.

You had spent the second year, still getting to know each other and becoming one as husband and wife didn’t happen until three months ago. It had been essentially two years of little innocent hand touches here and there, longing looks and John standing too close to you at balls and events just so he could feel your warmth and smell your scent for longer. You were both still making up for lost time, having children was not at the forefront of your minds. Well not yours anyway.

You sighed glancing at the horse you’d rode here on, you’d best get back to join John for breakfast was your first thought. Even though it would take barely a minute for him to see you were upset and demand who had made you that way. You didn’t need to put your burden on him as much as he always insisted that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do as his wife.

Blinking up at the sky, you saw rain clouds rolling in and started to feel the drizzle of water falling down from above. Then a clap of thunder and you instantly regretted your decision to ride out here after your awful interaction with Miss Carmichael earlier. “Wonderful.” You sighed annoyed as you pulled your cloak hood over your head and made your way back to the black horse waiting patiently for you. One last look at the cherry tree and you set off into the eye of the storm.

“That’s it girl yah!” You whipped your reigns, both feet tight in the stirrups. You never rode side saddle like most women do, preferring to ride properly. Just as the cherry tree was almost out of a view, the most spectacular sight came bounding toward you. Your husband Viscount John Price gallantly riding his brown steed toward you.

“Darling!” His yell was so quiet in the midst of the rain and thunder, though it was enough to have you stopping your horse and remaining stationary as he began to slow down the closer to you he got.

Pulling on the reigns John came to a halt, horses next to one another legs touching. “Before you say anything,” you began blinking up at your handsome husband who was staring down at you heatedly, he nods encouraging you to go on. “It wasn’t raining when I started riding.”

You give him a smile, and despite the fact that you’re wet through, chilled to the bone, and as far as John is concerned in desperate need of a hot bath, he thinks you’re the most beautiful sight to behold. He smiles back leaning in close to you until his nose brushes against yours, his strong hand coming up to cup your jaw as he whispers into your mouth, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m not mad my love, but make no mistake, once you’re warm and dry I plan to bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind. Keep you stuffed with my cum all day, then you can tell me the reason for your riding today and who I need to talk to.”

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I feel like my writing is so much better when I’m actually inspired. It feels so dead when I force it. Thankyou!☺️

Are you gonna still write for Techno

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Yes however because I lost inspiration to, I am only writing what I’m inspired to write. I hate sitting in front of an empty screen with writers block. It’s awful. So only if I’m inspired to basically☺️

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#underrated!

This was so good South!😳

Egotober Day 30: Witch

Celine had been called a witch many times. She’d found her abilities early when her and Damien had been young. And she honestly liked the dark gothic aesthetic and style. She’d also been called an ice queen but witch was much more common. It was mostly in childish insults or whispers around her, there were very few that dared to shout it in her face for fear of what she’d do to them. But one of those few it turned out was her husband.

It had been another argument, for what reason she couldn’t remember clearly now as she stalked through the manor with anger bubbled in her veins. But the last part of it rang in her head like the echo of a gunshot. ‘Don’t you try to play innocent with me you conniving witch!’ Her hands shook as she threw her suitcase open. She felt the burn in her veins, the sparks of energy at her fingertips. She wanted to show him what the word really meant. What someone could do with powers like hers. But Celine still loved the proud man she’d fallen for, she didn’t want to hurt him that way at least. But she needed to leave, at least long enough to cool them both off….

Dark blinked once as the memory faded to the back of his mind from where it had been brought out. As he looked at the so called ‘hero’ in front of him. Still in that stupid red suit with that arrogant smirk on his face at what had left his lips. ‘Celine was nothing but a conniving witch!’ Dark’s face twisted in a mocking sneer as he loosened his stance and moved forward in a predatory prowl. The righteous anger of a protective brother filled his words as a hand clenched into a fist.

“A witch was she? Little more than someone who performed parlor tricks or was someone to blame when things went wrong? Well..”

Dark had a vicious pleasure summer in his veins that was shared three fold as he felt the bastard’s nose crack under his fist. As he watched him fall to the ground. He smirked as he felt the brother step back. As his body shifted and changed to match the pulse of fury that only a scorned and betrayed woman was capable of making.

She looked more elegant, the suit fell against her curves with a sensual sort of ferocity. Dark rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck as she set her heel on his throat. Magic, so much stronger, darker than it had been before leapt into her hands with barely a thought. She smirked at the furious, shocked and…..yes afraid look on Actor’s face. He hadn’t expected to deal with her and the strength of venom in her voice, if it had been possible, would have killed him from necrosis ten times over.

“Maybe I should show you how much of a witch I really am.”

#south❤️ #south writes

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Are you gonna still write for Techno

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Yes however because I lost inspiration to, I am only writing what I’m inspired to write. I hate sitting in front of an empty screen with writers block. It’s awful. So only if I’m inspired to basically☺️

#ask squish #squishycheekanonanswer #squishycheekanon #asks are appreciated #squishtalks

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Work is dragging…someone ask me anything!

#ask squish #squishycheekanon #asks are appreciated #squishtalks

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you should be able to say “fuck if i know” to customers

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Girlyyyy, i came here for limerenc(i am crying sobbing pulling my hair out cause its so good?!?!!_+_+_!_) and then saw your price works, but i dont really know who price is but goddamn is it sexy, please i hope you know that your writing is absolutely beautiful

Oh my goodness. You’re so sweet! Thank you so much for your support my lovely!

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