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what is grief, if not love persevering?
what is grief, if not love persevering?
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your fave groaning and sighing right in time with your irregular pussy contractions once you cramp up... the ones you can't control that have your whole body locked up and your voice practically choked out;
you're squeezing around that girth nearly against your will (but completely in line with your want and your need) and that friction only makes your walls clamp down harder, your eyes roll back in your head desperately as your arms reach out demanding more
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thinking of arthur and pet play again i need to be sedated
#❥ arthur#YOUR TAGS I’M MELTING!!!!!!!!!!#“something something arthur holding you down by the hips as he fucks into you slow and deep after you’ve been a little nippy with him”#mewling#barking#whining#arthur is sooo good for petplay especially if you’re bratty n snarky#OMG him talking to you like he does with his horse#← this sounds so unserious if you haven’t played the game#but the voice lines he says to his horse are borderline erotic sometimes#not with the actual words he’s saying but cadence and tone#pet play cw
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wanna be with dumb dumb john marston on his dumb dumb ranch and drink dumb dumb coffee on our dumb dumb porch while watching the dumb dumb sunrise
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it’s a movie night in you and your fav’s home. what are you watching and what are you putting on your popcorn? sweet? savory? opting out of popcorn altogether? the floor is yours 🎤
#honestly probably a horror movie#i love saw 🫶🏻 or we could go with one of the old thrasher classics#or if i’m in a particular mood then a barbie/bratz/mh movie#i have one romcom that i absolutely LOVE#it all depends on the vibes but those are always the options for mwah#when i have movie nights with other people i love mixing popcorn and m&ms together for the salty & sweet goodness#john pokes fun at the “kid” movies (lovingly) but he still watches like a good boy 😌#partners in time 🕰️
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saw a pedro pascal “joel” edit on my fyp and it reminded me of a dream i had like last week where i was so overwhelmed with my life and he pulled me in for a hug and i just sobbed into his chest 😭😭
#angel’s altar 💒#very therapeutic though!!!#soooo random though cause i have not had any thoughts abt pedro or tv joel
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im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary
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Bedtime Tales
Gale of Waterdeep x reader, established relationship
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You, rather poorly, attempt to bite down on a yawn, and Gale can’t help but frown as he watches you scoop yet another spoon of coffee into your mug.
“Darling?” He asks, tentatively.
“Mm?” You reply over your shoulder from the counter – waiting for the water to boil.
“I am aware you prefer your coffee on the strong side, but surely four spoons will suffice.”
“Four?” You look down – the mug is half full of grounds - apparently unaware of what you were doing. “Oh. I must’ve lost count.”
“I noticed.” He gets to his feet then to stand behind you and wraps a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest before stooping a little so he can rest his chin upon your shoulder. “What’s going on in that sweet mind of yours, hm?”
“Nothing.” Another poorly concealed yawn.
“Did you not sleep well?”
You hesitate for a moment and consider a lie – it would be harmless, wouldn’t it? – but you lack the energy to put in the effort.
“I don’t think I did at all last night – just tossed and turned until dawn.” You’d felt tired, running errands all around Waterdeep the entire day but your mind hadn’t settled, jumping from thought to thought.
“Oh, love...” Gale presses a long kiss against your temple and relishes the feeling of you finally relaxing into his hold. He wished he could whisk you back off to bed, a day of cuddles, wrapped up in blankets but - as the clock chooses that moment to so cruelly chime - he has a cohort of students awaiting his teachings at Blackstaff Academy.
“You should go.” You turn and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
He takes a moment to brush a stray piece of hair from your face, concealing a frown at the dark rings under your eyes – perhaps this was not the first night of poor sleep you’d suffered – and smiles. “I love you more.”
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You’d been quiet through dinner, despite Gale’s open-ended questions to try and get conversation flowing. He’d suggested the two of you retire earlier tonight than you usually did and you hadn’t protested. After a teasing kiss goodnight, you’d rolled onto your side, chasing sleep…
It’s the sound of a stifled sob that wakes Gale with a start.
“Darling?”
The sound stops with a hiccup, as you press your face deeper into the pillow, hoping he’ll drift back off to sleep.
No such luck though as Gale only murmurs a cantrip to light the lamps surrounding the bed with a soft glow.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You sniff, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand. “I can go sit on the balcony and-“
He grabs your wrist, worried you’ll vanish in front of him. “You will do no such thing – I’d never dream of it. Please, what’s the matter?”
“I don’t know.” You take a deep, exasperated breath. “I’m just… I’m so tired that I’m beyond it. My eyes sting from being open, they sting even when they’re closed, but I just can’t sleep. There’s too many thoughts in my head, it’s worse than the damn tadpole.”
“I could cast sleep-” He reaches for your hand.
“No.” You answer, abruptly, and he’s a little startled by the aggression in your tone. “Sorry. I know you would mean well by it, but from having it cast upon me in the past… it was never a pleasant nor restful experience.”
He frowns, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. There’s so much he needs to learn about you - still a little guarded about events that transpired before him and the nautiloid.
“My apologies, my love. I did not mean to bring up any bad memories.”
“No, I know.” You squeeze his fingers. “I’ll be all right.”
He mulls for a moment, before an idea comes to mind. “I might have a cure. No magic required either.”
You smile, still tired, but gather enough strength to tease. “But you love magic.”
“Whilst I am rather fond of it, there are proven alternatives to such quandaries as this.” He shrugs. “When I was a young boy, trying to read every book known to man, my head too grew busy with thoughts. Though perhaps I was just too excited to sleep, I think we should still give it a go.”
“What is it?” You roll over onto your side, clutching the pillow to your chest.
“My mother used to read to me and, if you’ll permit me, my darling, I would love to do the same for you.”
You squeeze the pillow, casting your eyes down. “Mm, I’ve never been much of a reader before bed.”
“Ah, I have noticed.” How could he not? There was only one side of the bed that had a stack of tomes piled high besides it. “But being read to is quite different, I assure you. Would you care to try?”
You consider the idea for a moment. “All right. There’s nothing to lose, I suppose.”
“And, hopefully, sleep to gain. Hm, what do I have that would suit…?” Gale turns to the side, scans through the pile, before snatching one from the middle with a deft hand - you’re surprised the whole thing doesn’t topple. “Perfect. One of my childhood favourites, in fact.”
You raise an eyebrow. “And you still read it?”
Gale shrugs a shoulder, half-heartedly. “I like to indulge every now and again.”
“What is it?”
He turns the cover towards you – a fine leather tome, purple, with gold lettering. “The very creatively titled Baldurian Tales of Wonder. It’s a collection of short, whimsical stories – happy endings guaranteed.”
He places the tome between the two of you before turning slightly and fluffing up his pillows. Once seemingly satisfied, he sits up a little more and spreads his legs. “Come, get comfy.”
“You want me to…?”
“Mm-hm. You’ll want to see the pictures, naturally.”
“Naturally,” you repeat. “Not anything to do with you wanting me cuddled against your chest.” Gale does not respond, only raises a knee with a gentle click so you can slide over and nestle down against his bare chest.
He slides his knee back down and picks up the tome, resting it on the blanket covering the two of you, and flipping to the first tale.
“Once upon a time-"
“Are you going to do voices?”
He chuckles – it rumbles comfortingly through your back and you unconsciously relax once more into his embrace. “Would you like me to do voices?”
“Did your mother do voices?”
“She… tried her best.”
“Voices, please.”
He presses a kiss to your temple. “Voices it is.”
He begins to read, slowly and softly, being sure not to get too carried away with the characterization of certain characters. His voice is comforting, reassuring, and though your eyes still sting, you try your best to focus on the words and pictures in front of you, your mind finally becoming quiet, your eyes beginning to close…
Gale does not even make it to the end of the first story when he hears your breathing change, though he continues to read it aloud.
Just to be sure you’re truly asleep, that is, not because he wishes to finish the tale.
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I had a bad day and I wanted some cuddly fluff x
#❥ gale#angel kisses 🕊️#i love you my cringefail husband 🫶🏻#/POS THAT’S JUST MY TAG FOR HIM#being read to sleep….<3#ALSO HE’S SO HANDSOME IN THIS GIF YEOWWWWW
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john marston…
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my type is men who tell me “yes ma’am” and “yes dear” ♡
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pink lilies
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