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This turned out a little more dirty than I intended, sorry bout that.
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“If you’re giving me a massage then you need to put more pressure into it,” Xanxus said, his voice muffled slightly from the pillow.
“I’m not giving you a massage,” you chuckled as you ran your hands over his back. “You haven’t repaid me yet from the last massage I gave you.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing back there?” Xanxus asked as he lifted his head to look back at you.
“Just admiring your muscles,” you said. “A muscular back is very sexy,” you grinned, leaning down to nip his ear as you practically purred the last two words.
“Oh?” Xanxus grinned. “What else is sexy about me then?” he asked.
“Let’s see,” you said, “Your hands.”
“My hands?” Xanxus frowned.
You hummed back at him. “Long, slender fingers that know what they’re doing. Calloused palms that feel rough but in a delicious way,” you explained. “Then we have your eyes. A beautiful brown that looks like pools of honey when the sun hits them just right. Paired with the soft smile you give me in the early morning when you’re still half asleep and not yet in full asshole mode,” you smiled. “It’s a sight I will always love.”
“Full asshole mode?” Xanxus grinned.
“You are an asshole, don’t try to deny that,” you said, moving off of Xanxus’s back so he could roll over.
Tugging you back onto him, “Keep going.”
“So needy,” you teased, your fingers running over the lines of muscle on his chest. “Your voice. Husky and deep, never fails to send a shiver down my spine.”
“What about my dick?”
You rolled your eyes at him. “How could I forget my favorite part of you?” you smiled. “A long, thick cock that fits as perfect as Cinderella’s glass slipper.”
Xanxus grunted his agreement.
So shameless…. I love it
No puedo sino reír con lo que me recuerda la escena 🤣🤣🤣
Un vistazo a la fauna que habita a más de 4000 m.s.n.m. #flamingoRosa #Bolivia #2018 #LatePost #LagunaHedionda #Nature #NaturalReserve
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YOU. ARE. LOVED.
This is the best message for Alec on his birthday I could think of. Alec, my love, I remember inventing you and loving you when no one else had met you; I remember thinking of one of my best friends, who is now no longer with us, and wanting to give him the happy ending that he never got.
Alec, you will get the moon and the stars, the leadership you deserve, and the man you love. And there’s still so much more for you to experience. :)
Thank you Cassandra Jean for this gorgeous art!
And now a snippet from Red Scrolls. Don’t worry I’ve got a little Malecy one for later, but I wanted to post something just about Alec, his heart and his growth.
“Helen,” Alec said. “The Clave tells us not to trust Downworlders. Despite the Accords, despite everything, we all get indoctrinated, and we —” He broke off, looking up at the clear, cold stars. “I used to follow the rules because I thought it would keep everyone I cared about safe,” he said. “But I’ve started to realize that everyone I care about is a bigger group and a different group than the Clave was built to accept.”
“So what are you suggesting we do?” Helen said.
“We change the Clave,” said Alec. “From inside. We make new Laws. Better ones.”
“Institute Heads can suggest new laws,” said Aline. “Your mother —”
“I want to do this myself,” said Alec. “I’ve realized — I don’t need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It’s the world that needs to change, and we’re going to be the ones to change it.”
I really love Alec. I identify myself more with him than with Clary or Isabella
Whispers
Sometimes you just have to deal with the things that overtake your mind. It’s your anxiety giving you shit. Sometimes it’s just whispers, others those become screams. Listening and making sense of them is just a way to dig the hole deeper… Or maybe not. I listen more the whispers, because I can consider them and write them. The screams are the ones I don’t like, I usually just turn up the volume of the music to make them shut up, I hide myself under books and blankets. It’s like listening my parents fight, or listen my stepfather scream, I go away because maybe I could cause more harm than good if I scream back. I rather talk when all the storm is gone. The quiet whispers make sense then and you can reason them.
