Was unable to stop myself from buying a black lace necklace I saw in the window of a sex shop I always walk past getting food on break at work
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Just decided to treat myself with $50 worth of sushi all for myself and now I’m taking a shower, putting on my fav pyjama and watch atwow until I fall asleep on the couch
This is what I call self care on a random thursday 💅🏻
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Since it's Evil Questions and Impossible Choices Week here, would you rather:
Have a front-row seat (but no participating) for Tim Rockford dominating Javi?
or...
Being in the middle of a Frankie/Santi sandwich?
Ooooh, Dot. You know me so well - and therefore also how to torture me so well. I like it, don't stop.
This is an easier choice than you would expect, though. I've basically been having a front row seat to Tim and Javi for quite some days already - from both their POV's, revising things, having one (or both) of them suddenly change midway, etc.
Let me bring you some (drafty unedited) receipts.
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Strong hands holding him pinned against Tim's desk, and after a brief moment of hesitation Rockford dips his head down to meet Javier’s flushed skin. The quick, wet heat of a tongue against his collarbone, just for a second, followed by the brush of his nose as he moves. This time his tongue meets Javi’s throat, a slow, wet lap up to his chin, lips plush and fuller than expected, then another broad lick, traveling from Javi’s chin to his bottom lip. Javier stills himself, his chest heaving, determined to not let Tim know how much he’s getting to him, but it’s much too late for that. His body is a fucking traitor with Tim pressed against him like that, knowing no other way to respond but with a fierce want want want now NOW. His breathing falters as Tim’s lips brush over his, and he closes his eyes, bracing for the kiss that’s to come. But instead of that - there’s nothing.
Silence, just barely audible warm breathing against his mouth, a stark contrast with how Javier is still struggling to breathe. Good. Better. Safer for nothing like that to happen, he tells himself, that this just is what it seemed at first. A power play that went beyond fisticuffs due to whiskey and too much heat, too much want from both of them for her.
Another moment of silence, and this time he allows his eyes to open again, taking another deep breath to compose himself. But before he can even blink, or focus his eyes, there is a sharp sting of a bite as Tim sinks his teeth into Javi’s lower lip. Hard, the small shock of pain blindsighted Javi momentarily as he wonders if he’s actually tasting blood. Before his addled brain can decide about that, Tim catches him off guard again - the bite turning into a rough tug at his lip, and this time his dick responds unequivocally. “FUCK.”
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Sooo....
I'll take the Frankie Santi sandwich for myself, thankyouverymuch. I'm sure that'll come with a hefty dose of dominating too, one way or another. Equal opportunities.
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I am fully convinced that if I kissed Tom Hiddleston one time, a quick peck, I would be cured of all the things that ail my poor pathetic body. Like, if we had even the smallest of consensual kisses, I’d stop wanting to kill myself. Which is just….wild, and so not accurate. Because kissing world famous actor Tom Hiddleston is not going to cure my schizophrenia, it’s just not.
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