Peyton Warren

My dearest residents of Tumblrton,

I hope the weather, the days, and your minds are treating you with utmost kindness!

I trust my First Column & Gazette, Volume 01 reached you without a fee, and I am delighted to inform you that the Gazette, Volume 02 has just gone to press for printing! This morning, I received the new parchment design from Canva & Co., our local modiste, and they delivered with the first post. We shall celebrate these next eight esteemed authors together within a fortnight!

Join our Weaving Wonderful Writers Society to indulge yourself. You may introduce yourselves whilst maintaining the delightful ruse of this Regency-era—perhaps even adopt a name to suit. I myself go by Lady Grace (rumor has it I may or may not be entangled in a rather intriguing situation with Duke Barnes).

Alongside being a writer, might you also be a seamstress, an artist, a songstress, or even a soul swept into a love story with your own Duke or Sir or Lord? Imagine it, if you will—a world entirely of your own crafting! Would it not be a delight? I may be no expert, but I am certainly attempting to do justice to this theme of our chosen era. And so, dearest wanderer, if you feel inspired to join in, I would be most honored to make your acquaintance.

It would be a delight to see more neighbors in our Weaving Wonderful Writers Society sharing their tales and titles! Imagine each of us with our own Regency charm, crafting our little stories and sharing the quirks of our imagined lives in this lovely era.

And speaking of stories yet to unfold, I have a few Regency-themed events brewing in my mind! I shall be sharing details soon, so keep your eyes peeled and your imaginations ready. It promises of good times!

As I am still fairly new to our beloved neighborhood, I have done my utmost to reach as many dear writers as possible, yet I am certain there are more kindred spirits out there. Should you, or any friends you know, delight in the thought of joining our humble society, please do not hesitate to reach out. I would be honored to send along an invitation and welcome with utmost joy. Let us expand our circle and share in the joy of storytelling together!

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Tagging (hoping they'd work) some of the potential members of the Weaving Wonderful Writers Society! :)

Apparently, I can only tag 50 per post. So, I will tag the rest in the reblog.

In no particular order:

@elixirfromthestars | @darsynia | @buck-star | @kellyn1604 | @littlefreya | @mrsbuckybarnes1917 | @lives-in-midgard | @imyourbratzdoll | @winterarmyy | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @espinosaurusrexex | @queen-of-the-avengers | @late-to-the-party-81 | @deliciousangelfestival | @fineanddandy | @samodivaa | @krirebr | @ramp-it-up | @secretswiftymarvelfan | @veltana | @chase-your-dreams-away | @bucksangel | @thezombieprostitute | @buckets-and-trees | @lanabuckybarnes | @delicatebarness | @drabblesandsnippets | @ozwriterchick | @shamrockqueen | @buckysforeverprincess | @anonymityisfunwriter | @flowersforbucky | @jobean12-blog | @americas-ass-writing | @saiyanprincessswanie | @sosa2imagines | @stargazingfangirl18 | @eulalielatibule | @caplanbuckybarnes | @sarahowritesostucky | @shellyshellshell | @stellar-solar-flare | @targaryenvampireslayer | @brunchable | @musette22 | @bigtreefest | @steviebbboi | @yenzys-lucky-charm | @angrythingstarlight |

Rest of the Tags here

| @eloquentlytired | @sweater-daddiesdumbdork | @buckgasms | @sagechanoafterdark | @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky | @brandycranby | @bucksfucks | @peyton-warren | @kinanabinks | @labella420 | @biteofcherry | @stuckyslut8 | @our-marvel-universe | @bucks-babe | @nekoannie-chan | @scoonsalicious | @heytheredelulu | @skaye44 | @bitsandbobsandstuff | @anika-ann | @ellemj | @nastybuckybarnes | @heli0s-writes | @kidney9-9 | @aikaterini-drag | @intrepidacious | @slyyywriting | @witchywithwhiskey | @metalbuckaroo | @pellucid-constellations | @buckymorelikefuckme | @evansbby | @tuiccim | @povlvr | @antiquarianfics | @rogersideup | @becca-e-barnes | @nickfowlerrr | @ronearoundblindly | @sinner-as-saint | @kikixreverie | @navybrat817 | @buck-buck-buckaroo |

Would love to join your writers guild. Sounds like plenty is afoot over there.

Hear me out and indulge me in my wild musing.

He texted you to say he would be home in 20 minutes. You were home early, and you realized that he had a rough day just by the simple message. So, you start preparing him his favorite food. He comes home to your bright smile and warm, tight hugs and gentle kisses. The day's stress leaves his body when you smile at him, and he wants to pull you into his lap, smush his head on your chest, and sleep. You order him to wash up quickly so you can feed him his favorites, and he complies without a word.

Freshly showered, wearing just his joggers that hung low, he leans near the kitchen entrance, watching you intently as you worked around at the stove, telling him all about your day. Any other day, he would not let you work alone, and he would be by your side. Were it for him, he'd never let you lift your finger. He loves pampering you, but today, looking at you taking care of him brings out something primal, and he feels fucking joyful.

It takes him about two more minutes before he closes the distance, turns the stove off, and lowers your shorts and panties. You squeak, giggling in disbelief as you hold onto the kitchen aisle for support, and he shifts you to the empty side of the aisle. You try turning to get a look at him, but he holds you strongly with his forearm wound around your waist. He sighed, a low growl brimming in his chest when he bent you at your waist, pressing your front to the cabinets and the aisle. You were cautious of the vessels as your palms find purchase on the flat surface to hold yourself steady. He tugs at the apron tied behind your back, and the strings come untied and loosely hang beside you. He lowers his joggers and smacks you a couple of times, causing you to let out a shriek, and he rubs himself on you, moaning salaciously into your ear, and humps into you from behind until you are wet enough and then slowly inches inside you, grunting, growling, finally speaking reverently. "You. are. my. fucking. everything," and drives you into oblivion.

Soooo, who would he be for you?

No pressure tags: @steviebbboi @bigtreefest @ronearoundblindly @nickfowlerrr @navybrat817 @lokischambermaid @bucks-babe @anika-ann @stargazingfangirl18 @shellyshellshell @stellar-solar-flare @sosa2imagines @evansbby @rogersideup @darsynia @katherineswritingsblog @alexakeyloveloki @labella420 @saiyanprincessswanie @nekoannie-chan @ellemj @drabblesandsnippets @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @flowersforbucky @heytheredelulu @delicatebarness @buckets-and-trees @skaye44 @krirebr @late-to-the-party-81 @witchywithwhiskey @tuiccim @povlvr @winterarmyy @angrythingstarlight

and anyone who wants to join in.

Initially while reading this I thought Ari, that side of beef leaned against the doorway as I cook for him has me by the short and curlies.

But the more I think about it, the more I think it’s Marshall. This man has been so careful to not let anyone in since Angie, so afraid he’s going to fuck up another relationship with his work and the trunks of baggage that comes with it.

But some how you made him forget that vow to himself. Some how you worked yourself past the castle tower of walls around him and his heart. And he adored you for it. For being tenacious enough to stick with him, to see past the gruff persona and see the man underneath who loves you like he’s never loved another before.

It’s him, my friends and I’m keeping him forever.