Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
โ Live Streamingโ Interactive Chatโ Private Showsโ HD Qualityโ Free Actions
Free to watch โข No registration required โข HD streaming
"the art institute is one of the biggest museums in the country. big oxidized-green lions out front, can't miss 'em if you're walking down michigan ave. right now they've got an exhibit on matisse's jazz series."
this being the kind of fact she's already looked up, in the course of her day-to-day, alice says, "michael's in a crypt in california."
then her head tilts up from the books, and her smile lights up her face. "it's a whole library dedicated just to poetryโold stuff, new stuff, other languages, audio recordings... you don't have to be a member or anything to walk in and see the collection. it's like... lit nerd heaven."
โ i've never been much of a poetry nerd, honestly.. โ it hurts too much. โ but i like reading stuff sometimes. finding shit that resonates. listening to some audio recordings sounds fun. โ
one last look and โธป wait, 'anything that moves'? here?! score! this one's coming with her.
coffi walks up to the cashier with her gay, gay magazine, a chapter of jjk, and an old timey music theory book. she nods. this was a good stop to make.
send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word. ( accepting! )
no sun filters through the blinds. the bedroom is already as bright as day. the comforter bunches up around her head, cradling it. keeping the warmth. when she rolls over, there's.. another.
curly hair. soft, brown eyes. same smell. same smile.
it's..
โ dion..? โ her hands already reach for him. holding him tight. inspecting him up close. she can barely see through the tears when she presses in to place her lips on his. โ i'm so happy to see you. oh my god, i'm so, so, so, so so so so, so happy to see you.โ he reciprocates.
when she pulls back, her breathing is heavy. everything is where she left it. it really is him. when his hands cup her face, she practically melts, brain buzzing with all the things she wants to say.
i thought you were gone. i thought you left me. i got a rabbit. i went on tour. why weren't you there? it's okay. it's alright now. i love you. i love you. i love you.
but then, she stops. thinks. realizes.
โ .. dion. say something. โ
his previously pleasant smile falters a little bit, silence stretching between them heavy.
no..
โ [...] this isn't real, is it? โ
the room goes sterile.
anger flares in her fingers. his hands find themselves around her wrists. just like real dion. it only makes her angrier. she shoves him away, off the bed, as far as he can get from her.
โ stop. appearing! stop! you've appeared in my dreams likeโ fuckingโ three times in the last month! stop! โ nothing she throws seems to hurt him. not the remote, the lamp, her phone. they all just vanish. none of this is real. this is just a fucking illusion.
โ this is cruel! this is fucking cruel! โ
one step.
โ its not enough for you to die, you have to give me this false hope, too? โ
another.
โ do you think this HELPS? โ
doubled over against the wall, he's standing over her now.
when she looks up, the room is trembling.
โ i don't want these dreams anymore. i don't care if this is all i get. i don't want them. let this be the last time i see you. please. โ
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
โ Live Streamingโ Interactive Chatโ Private Showsโ HD Qualityโ Free Actions
Free to watch โข No registration required โข HD streaming
โ "raves are just excuses for women to dress like whores" ... um, duhhhhh, silly bitch. but i don't have to wait for a rave to dress like one. i'll be the biggest whore at the grocery store. โ
i ๐ confrontation, i ๐ when my muse overreacts and crashes the fuck out, i ๐ passive aggression, i ๐ terrible first meetings, bitching, moaning, lies, cheating, thievery, and FRAUD
being followed by apex legends blogs reminds me there's a character in that game with the WORST caribbean accent i have EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE and that's why i will Never Play.
if they go one day without closing the distance with each other they will die. he's about two seconds from sticking her fingers in his mouth. it's muffled, (his words), but it gets the job done, โ oh, hardy-har-har... we'll see who's laughing when you find you no longer have your pretty little shoes to stand on, โ lucy's about ten seconds short from taking a trip to the nearby dentist if all things go according to plan.
โ my SHOES? โ vincent earns that eyeroll. still holding him by the jaw, coffi decides that whatever vincent has in her lap isn't important. coffi's there now.
โ you're bothersome, y'know that? you and your damn dog. โ
she has half a mind to kiss her little fishy fish lips. but she won't give him the satisfaction.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
โ Live Streamingโ Interactive Chatโ Private Showsโ HD Qualityโ Free Actions
Free to watch โข No registration required โข HD streaming
My deepest most perverse sexual fantasy is that somebody is really nice to me and takes care of me regardless of if I want it or not. Especially if I don't.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
โ Live Streamingโ Interactive Chatโ Private Showsโ HD Qualityโ Free Actions
Free to watch โข No registration required โข HD streaming
Violet nods sagely, recounting her own sordid history of ill-gotten decisions in her head. Bad exes, dangerous situations โ she had plenty to commiserate with.
"My momma always said ain't nothin' more powerful 'r true than a lady's intuition. Why do we ignore it so damn often? Hopefulness, I guess."
โ my mum said the same. i'm not even the wishful thinking type. was stupid as hell of me. โ it isn't like coffi to drink. not her vice of choice. but everyone breaks sometimes.
perhaps this is a bid for liquid courage, or the masochistic pleasure of feeling the nasty, scorching liquid creep down her throat. โ god. they should make liquor that doesn't taste like gasoline. โ
Send โah, fuck itโ to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss ๐
These days, Gambit's not really into the party scene. He's got no reason to be. Far from the desperation of his twenties, where he cut his teeth on anything and everything that stood still enough for him to fall into: booze, drugs, women...men, sometimes, when the times were lean and he couldn't afford to be choosy--it doesn't hold the same appeal as he's quickly approaching the back-end of his thirties.
But he enjoys the night out for what it is--a damn break. Jubes out there, soaking up the lights and the music as she should. She's young, been through too much for a girl her age, too much responsibility crammed in such short years. He sits back and enjoys her freedom from afar.
The watered-down drinks can only hold his interest for so long and he trusts Jubes to take down any creep with her own dazzling personality. So with a grunt, he leaves a few bills on the bar and makes his way through the swarm of sweaty bodies towards one of the marked exits. Fresh air. He needs fresh air.
The cherry's glow brightens as he inhales, a plume of smoke spilling from his lips alongside an unhurried drawl of words: โ Can't out-stealth a thief, sha, 'specially since you been makin' eyes at me all night. โ He turns to look at the esteemed DJ du jour, one Miss Coffi, brow raised. โ Flattered, don't get me wrong, but-- โ Whatever protests he might have mustered up dies as the brightly-colored DJ grabs onto the lapels of his trench coat, pushes him against the emergency exit doors, and kisses him so hard he's probably going to be tasting tangerine lip gloss for days.
fresh air runs to greet her as she spots him. there โ just outside the emergency exit, cigarette ember glowing against the inky sky.
coffi doesn't answer his teasing, opting to cross the last few steps between them instead. platform boots echo off the damp concrete until there is hardly any room left to close.
with a quick tug, she draws him down that last inch to put his lips on hers.
tangerine mixes with cig smoke, though she can taste a hint of strawberry right behind his tongue. pulling back only to come in again for another taste, and another, and another.
when she finally retreats, she doesn't move far. chocolate eyes linger over his face for another heartbeat, quietly admiring the expression she'd managed to steal from him.
her thumb gives his lapel one last absent smoothing before she lets go altogether.
โ ... have a nice night. โ
the smile she dons isn't anything like the smiles she's been handing out like candy all night. this one's satisfied. turning on her heel, she disappears back through the club doors, swallowed once more by the lights and the roar of the crowd.
