Olivia W.S.
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Next Time I Top
Kenma and Hinata started dating a while back. And both were quite frustrated. They live pretty far from each other so it wasn't like they could see each other every day. Hinata had been the first one to initiate this relationship. The first to confess his feelings, the first to kiss the other and the first to ask the other on a date. It was assumed that Hinata would be the first to initiate sex. But there was one problem for the first time in Hinata's life, he was overthinking something. It wasn't that he didn't want Kenma, he'd wanted Kenma from the first time they met. It was that Hinata wanted to top. He had always fantasized about their first time, how good it would feel inside Kenma, looking down on Kenma as he pounded into him.
By Olivia W.S.4 years ago in Filthy
Final Day
She awoke in a hospital bed. This was not something that she was unaccustomed too. Cornelia Springer had spent much of her life in hospitals later in her life. Whether for surgery or doctor's appointments, her dementia or her diabetes, by this time, Cornelia Springer was used to hospitals. The room was sterilized, thus smelling of nothing much, if anything, antibiotics or alcohol. The room was cold, as it often was in hospitals to kill the germs, but thankfully, the bed sheets kept her warm. Faint steps outside the door passed her ears. A rustling near her caught her attention. It was Angela, her niece and caretaker.
By Olivia W.S.5 years ago in Families
Finding My Color
No Lipstick When I was a child, my mom didn’t allow me to wear make-up. My family often said that make-up aged you, and that I didn’t need it. Yet these same people would gift make-up to me. So I used it to draw and create artwork. I’d make beautiful faces, and put all sorts of colors together indiscriminately. I did notice however that little white girl’s parents would let them wear whatever makeup they wanted. Even if they looked like little clowns.
By Olivia W.S.5 years ago in Blush