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#my big chunky boots often make me as tall as a short guy

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💗💗💗Give me a picture of your F/O, maybe a description too I don't know, and I will assign them three fluffy head cannons based on what I know!💗💗💗

Hey I'm doing this again but this time I'll be able to do more and not get burned out cuz art

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do you see this shit my liege

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god, GOD Freddie Mercury was such a fucking badass

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write ‘maybe’ in the tags and put the first tag that comes with it

#maybe its time to acrually you know #do I??? #know WHAT THOUGH

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“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”

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A historical moment

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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

#come on money dog

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My favorite ship dynamic is "they're both extremely stupid in completely different ways and extremely smart in completely different ways, but rarely is any of that useful because they just get extra double stupid when together"

#my favourite obsession

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✰⋆♥ self-shippers/comfort character blogs! are you an active (oct 2021) self-shipping/cc blog? I’d love to follow you! pls like or reblog this post if you’d like a follow or like to be friends, I’m brand new to the community and I’d love to follow you to get to know the community and learn more! :’) ♥⋆✰

#active indeed

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DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

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“i’m going to kill you” gf and “ok kiss me” bf

#honey trap #followed by #my favourite obsession

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Trade with @no-d4y-but-tod4y

His Favorite

It was long past midnight when the two stumbled into the home, still drunk off the euphoria of the show that evening. The star more than his most favored audience member, having lapped up all the attention from everyone in that theatre like it was water in a dry, hot desert. Not that the woman leaning heavily into him now had not been enjoying herself either. She always loved to see him on-stage, giving his all and holding nothing back as he sang, danced, and showered his audience in his attention (when able.) He knew this because even if he could not lavish her in it, he would be watching her when he could.

Now they were home at last after his last show for the week (and for a while) and exhausted though he was, he made the effort to stay awake here. Wanting to spend as much time with his Alma before bed as possible. Of course, he would have her in his arms when they retired, anyway, but he didn’t care.

Currently they were still animatedly discussing the night’s activities and their favorite parts. However, when she thought Frank wasn’t looking, he thought he saw her smile fade a little. That wasn’t all, either. Her whole demeanor seemed…off, somehow, and as the hour went on, it was getting into concerning territory.

As they were getting ready to settle in bed for the night, he finally said something.

“Alma, I can’t help but think that something is wrong.” He started a bit too bluntly. She startled, then looked away.

“Everything’s fine.” She said too quickly for it to be the truth, which confirmed it for him.

“What is it, darling?” He asked, unable to keep the worry from his tone.

“Nothing, Frankie! Promise.” She tried again, but with it being bedtime, there was little room for escape. He got the truth out of her eventually.

“…okay,” she sighed, “back at the show…I felt jealous of you giving attention to so many different people. Not just last night, but every night…”

“Oh, Alma-“ He started sympathetically, but she continued. Still not looking at him.

“I’m not proud of it!” She said firmly, both to him and to herself, “but I can’t seem to help it…even so, I still love watching you perform, and I am still very supportive of you! It’s just…”

She trailed off, feeling ashamed for being jealous at all. She shouldn’t, she knew this…she was his favorite, right? So why-

Her thoughts were halted as she was suddenly given a big, warm hug. Frank pulling her to him.

“Awww, baby…you never have to feel jealous! You know you’re my favorite~” He smiled and said it in such a way, how could she not believe him? Alma smiled back, then her expression turned more coy.

“I want to believe you, really…” She sighed a bit dramatically, turning away and pulling from his arms as though giving tragic news, “but it’s so hard to…”

Frank pouted (perhaps also dramatically) and leaned forward, chasing after her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind again, then began kissing her exposed upper back.

“What can I do to prove myself?” He asked in a theatrical voice, feeling her shiver under his kisses already.

“I don’t know…” She looked back at him, “perhaps do to me what you haven’t to anyone at your shows?”

There was a pause, then Frank flashed his white teeth in a grin.

“Gladly~”

He kept Alma’s head in place with a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. It was returned eagerly before he repositioned them, so she now sat on his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his curly, black hair as his own were around her waist. One moving under her top to feel the skin there.

Eventually he had her under him as they continued their kiss, before his mouth moved from her lips to her throat where he then marked her.

“No one at the show receives that.” He teased, making her giggle before he had her making other noises again as he continued his lavish attentions…

Needless to say, by the time they were finished, jealously was the last thing on Alma’s mind.

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Later Frank was watching Alma sleep. Admiring her peaceful face with a soft smile. She was his favorite…and he was going to miss her terribly when she was gone. For in a week’s time, she would be packing up and going off to university.

He was quite proud of her of course. She was just growing up so much…and he was going to miss her when she left.

…he wanted to do something. Give her a last send-off and something to remember him by.

Yes, that’s what he would do! He had a week to prepare as well.

Happy with this, he settled to sleep finally, eager to get started.

* * * The day of parting was a teary one. Frank helped Alma pack and they shared a last long hug and kiss. Alma reminding him she would always be there for him. She was just a phone call away. He still cried when they parted (and maybe she did too.)

When she reached her new room later, she didn’t immediately begin unpacking. When she did, however, something small and glittery fluttered out of her suitcase. Curious, she picked it up. It was a card. A black card with a glittery red heart on it, and the classic fishnet-clad woman’s legs sticking out of the bottom. How it didn’t get bent out of shape in there, she didn’t know.

A message in familiar writing was inside:

Hello, my darling! Surprise! I stashed this card in your luggage while we were packing. Sneaky, huh? 😉

I pondered forever on what to give you to remember me while you’re off being independent and knowledgeable, and at first I thought of sneaking a pair of my underwear. But I decided this was much more romantic (and sparkly!)

Anyway, I just want to say; I am so proud of you for doing this. I will miss you terribly, but I’m so proud and I will be cheering you on from here. You are going to do great, I know you are! You’ll become so independent and grown-up you won’t even need me anymore! Oh…now I’m sad again. 😢

Anyway, I love you, Alma. I really do…and you will always be my number 1, my favorite, my girl. Never forget that.

-Yours, Frankie 💋

P.S.

I could still send you a pair of my underwear if you want. 😋

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(To Alma: I decided to end it here instead of interpreting your reaction. I thought it would feel more real that way.

I hope you like this!)

Her half

#forgot to reblog this what a dummy

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Due Today at 23.59

My part of an art trade with @blackdragon-selfships! Here she is contending with the neediest of elves who doesn’t quite understand important deadlines.

I hope you enjoy it Meg!

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A bomb could have detonated in the next room and Meg would have diligently moved on to formatting her essay. So engrossed was she that she didn’t hear the birds singing outside, nor see the clouds beginning to dilute the sun. Not even did she notice a blue silver-haired figure slinking down the stairs. So when strong arms slipped around her waist and gently squeezed, she jumped hard enough to jostle her screen.

‘Aary,’ she huffed, as the culprit himself pressed his face into her back and giggled. ‘Don’t do that.’

Aaravos hummed in response and rubbed his nose against the fabric of her shirt. Pressed one, two, three deliberately slow and lingering kisses. Meg tried to focus on the task at hand but those kisses could be so much warmer and force such a tingle right through to her toes if only she took her shirt off…

Her body involuntarily shifted and it jump started her mind. ‘Aary,’ she said a little more firmly now. ‘I need to concentrate. You can have me in a minute’ - Aaravos purred deep in his throat - ‘just let me finish this.’

With much reluctance, Meg felt the grip of her tormentor’s arms slip away. She exhaled gently and tried to find the hole in the screen, and to fall into it. To become immersed within the text so that creating more flowed like red wine. An hour more, if that, and then—.

The laptop screen fell forwards and hit the back of Meg’s hands.

Aaravos’ smirking face loomed before her, tipping his mouth down to kiss her neck before she could react. The more dominant part of her wanted to give in to these sensations and let Aary carry her up to bed but the practical side knew her work was important - too important. This couldn’t wait.

‘Aary, I said—!’

‘Mmm.’ Aary’s pleased hum sent shivers right through her and settled straight between her legs. ‘Don’t be cross, darling. I miss you that’s all.’ Meg gave a strangled gasp as Aary sucked very firmly indeed on the exposed skin of her neck. ‘Don’t you love me anymore?’

Meg closed her eyes helplessly and found her hand snaking up Aary’s back and into his hair, massaging his scalp which served as encouragement to continue.

‘Aary…’ she persevered valiantly. ‘Don’t say things like that. Any other time I would, I swear, but right now I just—.’

‘I’ve often found,’ Aary murmured, his voice thick and husky with lust, ‘that the most effective way to help pretty girls who are easily distracted,’ he then straddled Meg’s lap to which she instantly felt him pressing hot and hard against her, ‘is to remove distractions from their path.’

He gently took the laptop and placed it far out of Meg’s reach, then deftly grasped one wrist in each hand and pinned them against the back of the sofa.

‘There. Poor thing. Much easier for you now, hmm?’

‘My laptop—.’

Aary removed Meg’s glasses.

‘What laptop?’

His tone was nothing but irreproachable innocence, and even as a blue and white blue, Meg could see the large eyes blinking at her.

Meg slid her hands along Aary’s back. There was no use fighting it now. Especially not with those well-defined muscles.

Aary rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip. ‘They say with your sight obstructed, all your other senses will be heightened.’

With that, Aary leaned in and finally claimed Meg’s mouth. He closed his lips around hers and she opened her mouth eagerly to accept him. He chuckled (a low, filthy sound) into her mouth, devilishly proud of himself for wearing her down in the end. Meg gave in and let Aary take control, happily allowing him to push her back onto the sofa until her arms dangled from the edge, welcoming the pressure of his body leaning against hers, inch by inch. His peppered kisses along her chin, down the slope of her neck. Each kiss was teasingly brief and gentle, more of a suggestion than an actual touch. Aary nipped and blew cold air into the dip between her breasts.

Meg seemed to awaken at this, and regain a little bit of control. She wriggled underneath him until she grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it upwards, exposing the flushed skin of her torso. Aary hummed in delight, tickling her bare skin as the fabric peeled away, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

‘I suppose I’ve kept you long enough.’ Aary grinned and started to lean away. ‘Go on now and finish your homework like a good girl.’

Meg pulled him back down by his hair, squirming and laughing in delight.

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Alma x

#art trade #f/o art trade #my writing #my fic #hehehe I had fun with this #I hope Aary likes this too

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Hopefully he wouldn’t glare at me like this from across the altar. Where do I sign? 💍

A game!

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#my favourite obsession #f/o #reblog