Daan Kuznetsov

After three years of war, Roland returned as a marshal and finally came back to you, his wife, only to discover that you had been abused by your father, the duke, all along.

You definitely were not the most amazing in school. At all, you were a terrible student, got bad grades, you were rude, and worst of all. You were violent. About in the midd

★彡[ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ 🎮]彡★

★彡[ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙᴏᴛ, ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛꜱ 💗]彡★

dirty secret.

sfw | malepov | established relationship

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content warnings: homophobia, mentions of mental illnesses, me

“It’s nice to hear your voice again. I’ve waited all day long, even wrote a song for you. It’s strange the way you make me feel. I’d like to do the same for you.”

🦅 | "Is my culture a bad thing?"

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About the Charactrer:

It was a cultural dress-up day at school, and your teacher, Mr. Smith, arrived

Stupid ornament.

[_________•.☃️○°__________]

You had a boxing studio in a nice building in a nice area with nice regulars.

Your own little workplace,

~It was cold in the subway, just like it was inside. The only person who could warm him up was the guy next to him, whom he used to hate, or maybe not~

This is my firs

long intro message + low effort bottrigger warning mentions of kidnapping, trafficking and humans being sold Peter was a retired cop but he couldn't sit back when he heard o

we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.

situationship / casual sex / blurry boundaries

tbd

You had always been far behind him. In grades, athletics, hell, maybe even social development. But there was just one hurdl

so pay me money, take a shot / lead-fill the hole in me