I did it to myself when you left, I guess that’s my bad habits.. I thought you would’ve came back by now .. but everything was left unsaid.
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Maia, 24
“I’m wearing 1996 Prada with an (unlabelled) vintage coat and 2005 Miu Miu bag. I am very inspired by fashion of the 60s and 70s and often reference the Vogue archive for inspiration.”
Apr 1, 2023 ∙ Industry City
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Just realised that going absolute batshit over characters and being, like, the hard core of the fandom is not very common at all. Like, I never realised my friends weren't being mean when they laughed it off uncomfortably as I was going feral over some pairing, they just genuinely don't know what I'm going through
That's kind of a sad thought, imagine not crying helplessly and questioning your entire existence over yet another Bagginshield Shire Husbands™ fanfic
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I just know James FUCKS like you can tell just from looking at him, that man knows how to make you feel good. We just need some groupie to confirm this
oh, he definitely fucks and i've been thinking about it quite a bit lately.
he's the type of guy to have your legs on his shoulders, gripping onto your thighs while he fucks into you hard, the noises between your legs obsence. he's grunting above you with every thrust. you, writhing and moaning and gripping onto anything you can find to stabilise yourself.
"fuck...james." you'd breathe out, reaching down between your legs to rub your clit, your hand quickly being swatted away by james as he replaces your fingers with his own.
"come on," he says, jaw clenched tight and hips stuttering as you squeeze around him. his fingers work on your clit, his cock dragging against that sweet spot inside you and your legs are shaking at the sensation. "so pretty for me, baby." he'd murmur, his praises incoherent as his eyes roll back.
i also imagine him to be the typa guy who fucks into you real slow to tease you.
your back is against his chest and his hand is gripping your thigh, parting your legs while he buries himself inside you and takes steady strokes that have tears streaming from your eyes.
his gaze is fixated on the faces you make, his ears attuned to the noises falling from your lips as he presses kisses to your shoulder and neck, gripping your chin and pulling your mouth to his as you engage in a sloppy kiss. his thumb is rolling over your nipple, muttering things like "there you go" and "you feel that, hm?" all you can manage is a nod of your head and a breathy moan, wanting him to speed up so you can get to your peak but so comfortable in your drawn-out pleasure and your head so clouded over that you can't even manage to ask him.
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Songs I have been listening to lately, tagged by @rebootsnake
1. "BlindLife" YDE (gotta spice up the walk to work)
2. "Hey, Runner" Arcadian Wild (go-to sing-along song for the car)
3. "Salamander" Maromaro (insane guitar skills)
4. "The Otherside" Kade McCuen (maladaptive daydream track of the week)
5. "Wining Train" Fiyahdred (a straight bop)
Tagging @peculiarset , @rogue-thirteen , @flightlessraven , @cpark1899 , @starstruckodysseys
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