seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from France
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from France
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Philippines
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
The uncontrollable urge to write some dark motherfucking shit is overwhelming. But Iβm working on a sweet as fuck bottom Ona smut fic so the dark side of my mind needs to shut up for a bit.
Look out for fluffy Ona soon!
look at how cute my girl is
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.
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
only if it's a facetime call. yeah. that was fair, wasn't it? seokmin couldn't blame the other, he didn't blame him. but it would be a lie to say it didn't have his heart sinking, you know? they had a good thing, didn't they? and for all he knew this was going to be it. tonight might be the last time they ever speak. and for any number of reasons! he could call them and hope for the best, or he could try to keep the texts going. or maybe seokmin just did it? maybe he just β maybe he just did the facetime?
( text ): ok
that was all he sent, and within the next thirty seconds? seokmin was hitting the facetime option before he could really think too much about it. given β his phone was laying on his thigh, camera pointed up at the ceiling. but it was a start!
@deathwritings / x
@deathwritingsβ - Sun
βYou... don't like me very much, do you?β Sunβs eyebrows were knotted together, confusion written all over his face in a frown, βWhat did I do?β
@deathwritings continued from here
percy sat in the back of the vehicle silently, he was nervous but also excited. his best friend invited him to spend the summer with her family, it took him some convincing but he finally agreed to tag along. his friend went on about all the stuff they will do while they're there. he smiled at the itinerary she had planned for them. maybe the vacation wouldn't be so bad. percy looked out the window and watched all the beach houses pass by, he was shocked ppl just leave these houses most of the year and only come during the summer months. he imagined the heating was good for the houses to be used in the colder months as well. the car slowed, turning into a parking lot. he was shocked by how big the house was. he knew it'd be big, but didn't expect it to be this big. he jumped out of the car and admired the house, he pulled his bag across his body. he walked to the trunk of the vehicle, ready to pull out his suitcase and guitar himself. he was motioned to stop by what he assumed were the staff they hired? to help them unload? he didn't know. he grabbed his guitar case at the very least, not feeling comfortable with others touching it.
jackson didn't know much about percy, and that was by his own accord. he made it a habit of not knowing much about who his family members spent their time with, the same way they never bothered to ask who he hung out with without them. he'd met percy on a couple of occasions, though they hadn't said more than a friendly hello in passing, and now he was going to have to spend at least part of his summer with him in the house. he ran a hand down his face thinking about a good excuse to leave and go literally anywhere else when one of their servants asked about where to put his bags.
"just put them in my room on the third floor." he said, averting his eyes from watching percy pull something, a guitair?, out of the trunk of the car. when another servant came with percy's bags in tow jackson held his hand out to them before they could make their way into the house. "those will go in the guest room on the second floor. next to my sisters room." he said before lowering his hand so they could walk inside. once percy walked closer he cleared his throat before speaking to him. "my sister will show you to your room, but feel free to use the amenities to your liking." he said, turning without waiting for an answer.
he went over to the bar and poured himself a drink, something he knew he'd need to get through this already hellish summer, but about jumped out of his skin when he turned around and percy was standing behind him. "shit!" he said, almost dropping his glass. "you scared the shit out of me." he set his glass down, pouring more alcohol into it before side-eyeing percy and quirking up an eyebrow. "do you want a drink?"
continued from here ( @deathwritings )
Avery didn't press right away, he simply stayed crouched, watching as his neighbor flinched like a kicked dog, shoulders curled in defensively. He gave him a moment, letting the silence stretch just enough to be comforting, not suffocating. "Okay," he said softly, accepting the lie for what it was. Not the truth, but a shield. Avery shifted to sit beside him, leaning his back against the same wall. "Do you want me to call someone for you? Or... I can help with the lock if it's just being stubborn." They kept their tone casual and easy, like they were just neighbors catching up instead of one of them crying outside their own front door. Still, Avery noticed everything β the tremor in the other's fingers, the splotchy redness on his cheeks, the glazed look in his eyes that wasn't just from drinking. They then glanced at the keychain still clutched in his neighbor's hand. "Looks like it was a rough night. Sometimes it sneaks up on you like that, huh?" There was another small moment of silence as Avery folded his arms over his chest. "I'm Avery, by the way. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, but you don't have to sit out here alone, either."
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.
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
a small starter for @deathwritings β‘ muse: kirin damaris (she/her, bisexual, 22-26, ex-chosen one)
β§Λ Β· .Β β OF COURSE, IβM COMING WITH YOU, β kirin said, a little offense in her voice at the idea that they had ever assumed otherwise. sheβd been terribly bored lately β it was odd; sheβd never suspected to be anything less than satisfied with a quiet life in her village before she had left it for the first time. now, returning for too long felt like being shackled. not to mention the fact that taking care of the people she cared about was the only thing she really felt confident in her ability to do. this was no exception. β IβM A PROTECTOR, THATβS WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO. THERE WAS A WHOLE PROPHECY ABOUT IT AND EVERYTHING, IF YOU WERE UNDER A ROCK OR SOMETHING AT THE TIME. β
@deathwritings meet cyrus clement head in two.
"i don't want to pass judgement," though he would without guilt, "but it sounds like you're looking make mistakes and indulge too much." the eldest clement was the king of fuckery, he built his image on a tower of vices and bad choices. cyrus was born into a wealth he understood from the moment he could understand money, and just how much his parents had of it.
@deathwritings liked this for a grown man saying something dumb.
"every first date ends with the same first kiss. this whole thing is such a drag." he sighed. long and hard. "i want a heartbreak, i want it to hurt. call him back and make everything worse. i would rather feel anything with anyone than nothing."
