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#🥰 anon
fluentmoviequoter · 3 months
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Take all the time you need 💕
My idea: Deacon got a girlfriend (let’s pretend Annie isn’t there) and she is a teacher at a high school.
One today there is a shooting going down at her school and Deacon and the team don’t know if she is there or not and can’t reach her. Turns out the shooter is in her class and Deacon has somehow get her save.
I hope it makes somehow sense 😅 English isn’t my native language -🥰
Thank you for being patient and for requesting!! This makes perfect sense; no worries. I love pretending Annie doesn't exist lol. I changed this a teeny tiny bit and let the reader do a little bit of saving before Deacon saves her. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍
Warnings: canon-typical action/danger/violence, school shooting (loosely based on 2x11), angst, fluff.
Word Count: 2.3k+ words
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Worried for You
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When Deacon Kay imagined his future, he did not picture being 30 David this far into his career, nor did he dream that he would have a girlfriend who spends her days teaching high school students. Since he met you, his life has been brighter. You make each other happy. The last year and a half of dating has been filled with late-night phone calls, weekly date nights, and more joy than you thought possible.
“Deac!” you call, jumping into his arms when he turns to greet you.
“Hey, you,” he replies, hugging you tightly. “Our table is ready if you are.”
You nod, beaming at him as you slip your hand into his. He leads you to the table, pulling your chair out before sitting across from you.
“How was your day?” you ask, ignoring the menu after all the date nights you’ve had here.
“It was pretty good, mostly training since it was quiet for once. But I’m more interested in you and your day,” Deacon responds.
“Nothing special, just teaching teenagers. Again. Tell me a story?”
Deacon sighs as you bat your eyelashes at him but begins a story anyway. “Hondo and I were paired up for a breach a few years ago, but the way the house was laid out, we weren’t going to be able to see each other for long. We didn’t know how many people were in there, so we made an inconspicuous code word to alert the other if something went wrong. Well, it should have been inconspicuous, but Hondo’s first choice was ‘mango.’ Great if you’re in a store or something, not so great in a barricaded safe house.”
You laugh with Deacon, reaching across the table to hold his hand as you ask, “Should we have a code word? We could use it when you’d rather spend time with me than Hondo.”
“So, daily?”
“Seriously, David. Can we?”
“Of course. What were you thinking?”
“It has to be something that fits into any conversation, so… tree?”
“Not bad. What if I need to know something about a tree though?”
“Like what?”
Deacon’s eyes stay on yours as he concedes, “Good point. Tree it is.”
“Do you- do you have quiet days often?”
“Depends. Some weeks are quiet, and sometimes you don’t have a quiet day for months.”
“I just- you know I worry about you, so I like hearing about quiet days.”
“Hey,” Deacon says, dipping his head to catch your eyes. “I know worrying is inevitable, and I can’t imagine what it takes to be in a relationship with me and what I do, but I promise that I will always fight to come back to you. I have a good team and we watch each other’s backs.”
You nod, but Deacon looks like he wants more.
“I know you’ll do everything you can to come back to me. And that helps a lot. Thank you, Deacon.” The moment is more serious than most of your date nights, so you add, “At least you don’t have to worry about me. I just have to deal with teenage hormones and ears that don’t work or brains that don’t comprehend.”
“That sounds much worse than what I face every day,” Deacon replies dramatically.
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Your students know when you’ve been on a date, you’re always in a great mood the next morning. You habitually check your phone throughout the day but smile more after a date.
“Are you ever going to tell us who the lucky guy is?” one of your students pries.
“Are you ever going to meet the rubric requirements on an assignment?” you reply sarcastically.
“Ooh,” several of the students exclaim.
“Alright, guys, let’s get started,” you begin, pausing when your phone chimes.
“You said no ringers in class,” someone laments.
You snatch your phone up at Deacon’s text tone, holding your breath while you read it. Everything is fine; he just texted about your next date night. You breathe out and smile, typing a quick reply before you turn to the board.
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During your third class, a distant scream is audible through the closed door. You glance at the window, unamused with and immune to teenagers and their obnoxious actions. When you hear a gunshot, your demeanor switches instantly.
“Quiet,” you snap at a girl who looks ready to scream.
Several more shots echo, so you can’t tell where they’re coming from.
“Everyone in the supply closet, take your bags with you,” you demand quietly. “It will be tight but stay down and stay quiet.”
Someone whimpers your name, and you crouch in the open doorway.
“Everything is going to be fine,” you promise before closing the door.
You slide a desk over, lining it up in front of the door in a way you hope looks like it is supposed to be there. Crouching, you walk back towards your desk, trying to avoid the windows and the glass pane in the door. The doorknob jiggles, and you rush to your desk, grabbing your phone as you fall into your chair.
“Drop the phone!” the shooter yells as he enters, leveling his gun on you.
Setting the phone down, you lock it to hide the half-typed text to Deacon. That may be the last thing he hears from you, so you’re glad you started by telling him you love him. You raise your hands and look at the crazed gunman before you.
“Just stay calm okay, this doesn’t have to be like this,” you say gently.
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“Let’s roll, 20 David!” Hicks yells as he enters the common area. “School shooting going down and we have to get in there now.”
“Confirmed casualties?” Hondo asks.
“Do we know who the shooter is?” Deacon adds.
Hicks takes a deep breath and turns toward the team as he tells them the name of the school. “Casualties unknown and no confirmed ID, but two possibilities. I’m sorry, guys, but you’re the best option here.”
“Let’s do this,” Hondo says, leading the team to Black Betty.
Luca pulls out as soon as everyone is in. Hondo and Deacon remove their phones to check for messages from you.
“Anything?” Hondo asks, looking up from his empty phone.
Deacon shakes his head before raising his phone to his ear. His leg bounces until he lowers his hand and shakes his head at Hondo again.
“She has me on emergency bypass, if she could answer, she would have,” he explains. “And her location sharing isn’t loading.”
“Then let’s go get her and everyone else out safe,” Luca announces, taking a sharp turn.
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You flinch as Deacon’s ringtone dies out, the sound of glass crunching under a boot drowning it out.
“Who is supposed to be in here with you?” the shooter demands.
“No one. It’s my grading period,” you explain, trying to remain calm. “That’s why my ringer is on, because I don’t have students until after the next bell.”
The shooter nods, the gun bouncing erratically in his grip.
“Look, we can all walk away from this, but not until you stop,” you add.
The gun straightens, and you force your eyes to stay open.
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Deacon taps Hondo’s shoulder after he feels Street’s hand on his shoulder. They enter through the gym, giving students quiet directions to safety.
“Do you know where the shooter is?” Hondo asks quietly.
“He went that way,” a young girl answers, pointing as she runs.
“Let’s split off. Luca, Tan, go east. Street, Chris, west. Deac, we’re going for the shooter,” Hondo directs.
Deacon falls into step beside him, moving slowly and clearing classrooms as they go.
“Her room is down here, right?” Hondo whispers.
Deacon nods and then slows when they hear a gunshot. Moving faster, they reach the end of the hall: your class on the right and a large glass wall on the left.
“It doesn’t end well, it’s too late!” a man’s voice yells in your classroom.
Deacon’s eyes widen as he watches the door, praying you’re not in there, that you're somewhere safe.
“It’s not,” your voice replies calmly.
Deacon sighs, a minuscule amount of tension escaping when he hears your voice. That’s a good sign for now. Hondo slides his back against the wall, peeking into the glass on the window. He lowers quickly and looks at Deacon.
“His back is to us, and he has a gun on her, we have to think this through, Deac,” he says.
“Of course. We can’t storm in, he’s a loose cannon,” Deacon agrees.
They hear the gunshot before the door rattles, and Deacon lurches forward, reaching for the doorknob as his other hand moves toward the trigger. Hondo’s arm wraps around his shoulders, pulling him backward.
“Deac, man, calm down,” Hondo grunts, struggling against Deacon. “Charging in won’t help her any.”
“And if it’s too late?” Deacon whispers harshly, relaxing enough to pull his arms from Hondo’s grip.
“Why did you do that?” you ask inside.
Hondo pats Deacon’s back, creeping back to the door. They listen to footsteps as someone, presumably the shooter, paces in the classroom. Your voice is low as you try to calm him down. Deacon has never loved you more, but he’s never been this scared before. He has less than a split second if something goes wrong, and that’s not enough time to save anyone.
“Of course,” you answer. “See if you can find the tree.”
Deacon nods at Hondo and reaches for the doorknob.
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“What is that?” the shooter whispers, pointing to a display on your bulletin board.
“It’s a collection of the best projects this semester. Do you think yours may be up there?” you ask quietly.
“Can I look?”
“Of course. See if you can find the tree.”
You saw the corner of the SWAT helmet in the window before, and you hope Deacon is out there. Using the code word was pointless if he isn’t, but maybe the shooter will be distracted either way. The doorknob twists and you drop to your knees behind your desk before the door opens forcefully, banging against the wall behind it.
“LAPD SWAT, drop your weapon!” Hondo yells.
“You don’t want to kill anyone, including yourself, we know that. So drop the gun and we can get you help,” Deacon adds.
You close your eyes as Deacon talks, trying to imagine that you’re alone in the room and neither of you is in danger.
“Okay, okay,” the shooter repeats.
You hear something hit the floor, and then Hondo says something into his radio as he steps toward the shooter. Deacon’s arms wrap around you, but you keep your eyes closed as you turn in his arms, pressing your face into the plate protecting his chest. His hand rubs your back as the other cradles your head against him.
“You’re okay, it’s okay, we’re all safe, baby,” he whispers into your hair, his helmet discarded.
“There’s kids in the closet,” you say against him, tightening your arms around his waist.
His head lifts from beside yours as he tells Street to check the closet. You hear their muted gasps and stifled screams before they realize who’s opening the door.
“Are you okay?” Deacon asks.
You lean back just enough to look up at him. Nodding, you keep your arms around him as you look into his eyes.
“And you said I didn’t need to worry about you,” he says playfully, pushing your hair out of your face.
“Now you know how I feel all the time,” you reply.
He helps you to your feet, keeping a hand on you. Your students are out of the closet, and when one sees you, they all look up.
“You’re dating a narc?” someone asks.
“SWAT, actually,” Deacon replies, smiling easily. “Everyone alright?” He gets mixed nods and muttered yeses before he adds, “EMTs are outside to give you a quick check before you go home to your parents.”
The same student who wanted to know who texts you throughout the day pauses by your side to whisper, “He’s cute. Good job.”
You roll your eyes and hug her quickly before tucking yourself into Deacon's side.
“Nice work with the code word,” Hondo says, moving to stand beside Deacon. “You might’ve saved some lives today.”
“That was all Deacon,” you reply.
“No, no, I was going to charge in here and get everyone killed,” he admits. “I was worried and Hondo made me wait. How’d you get him to turn his back?”
“He wanted to see the display,” you explain, pointing to it. “Figured I could at least kill some time telling him to look for something that wasn’t there.”
 “How’d you know we were out there?”
“I didn’t know who was out there, but I saw the edge of a helmet in the window.”
“Oh, that was me. Which makes me the savior, no?” Hondo teases.
“I think she’s still the savior,” Deacon replies, tipping his head toward you.
“But you saved me, so what’s that make you?” you reply.
Deacon smiles as he loops his arm around you again.
“Get out of here,” Hondo grumbles.
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You spend the evening wrapped in Deacon’s arms. And his shirt that you stole.
“It’s okay to not be okay after something like that,” Deacon whispers, holding you against his chest as a forgotten movie plays in the background.
“I’ll be okay,” you promise. “All I could think about was you. I was texting you when he came in, and then you called right before he crushed my phone. Then you saved me.”
“What did your text say?”
“Not much. All I got was ‘I love you. There’s’ before the door opened and I stopped,” you answer, tracing shapes on Deacon’s chest.
“You started with I love you,” Deacon muses, shaking his head. “I love you so much.”
“I love you. Thanks for saving me.”
“Anytime.”
You lay down on his chest and kiss his jaw, glad to be alive, home with Deacon, and in his arms.
“That wasn’t an invitation to get into trouble on a regular basis,” Deacon adds. “Just for the record.”
Deacon feels you laugh against him, your chest shaking against him as another kiss lands on his jaw. He doesn’t know how you deal with the uncertainty and the worry every day, but he knows he would do it a million times over for you.
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leclerced · 4 months
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Maneater au where oscar is just like her little trophy boyfriend.
Theres an even she was invited to? Oscar is on her arm. Theres an annoying ass photoshoot at six am? Oscar is sitting there with an energy drink watching her get all her pretty pictures. She wins a race? Oscar is waiting and watching her from under/is on the podium with her.
He’d honestly just be so happy to be there for her. She can do literally no wrong in his eyes. She shunts into someone in turn one knocking both cars out because they said something bad about him? He’s instantly like “Oh baby, you did so good and im so proud of you. Lets get takeout and watch your favorite movie” and if they happen to have dirty nasty sex on the couch while the movies still playing he’d never complain.
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(lmao yeah the 😍 emoji is lowkey scary)
he’s her trophy boyfriend!!! he goes everywhere with her and you bet she’s the one dressing him for any event they go to. i can imagine lewis noticing he’s dressing well and complimenting him and he’s like haha yeah my gf dresses me! kinda sheepish because he feels silly when he tells people but she deserves all the credit. she loves doing it and he knows he looks good bc of everyones compliments, so he doesn’t really mind. then suddenly his girlfriend is besties with lewis hamilton bc they bond over fashion. the three of them go to fashion shows that lewis and his gf get invited to and he’s tagging along, mostly clueless, while they chat up designers and models and even though he’s surrounded by gorgeous people, he’s just in awe of his girlfriend and how good she looks in the vintage or custom designer. there are memes, like gigi hadid is on the runway and gf and lewis are watching gigi, but oscar’s watching his gf like she’s the one on the runway.
them getting a podium is everyone’s favorite thing bc they shower each other with champagne and its always weirdly erotic plus there’s one time they make out after she gets her first win. he pours his champagne into her mouth and momentarily forgets they’re on live tv and have a massive crowd watching them. he's taken aback by how hot she looks as she swallows the champagne and then licks her lips and he pulls her down for a kiss on their podium steps. everyone is screaming and cheering, the third person on the podium is still spraying them with champagne and it’s like a vmas best kiss. iconic.
he’s so obsessed with her she can do no wrong. and she’s so protective over him when she sees a mclaren on the side of the track she’s radioing in like “did someone hit my bf??” as if she’s gonna take them out in revenge if someone did. if someone really did, then as soon as she’s out of her car she’s seeking oscar out to make sure he’s okay, holding back her anger until she knows he’s safe. after the first time he learns to hold her in place after she hugs him because her second stop after checking on him is whoever crashed him out, to yell at them and ask them what the fuck is wrong with them. he thinks its cute how protective she is over him, but not everyone finds it so endearing. he’d calm her down and convince her to just leave with him after their media duties and she promises she won’t do anything.
but then she sees them during her interview and she’s calling them out like, “hey! did you apologize to my boyfriend yet? no? go fucking apologize!” they immediately find him and apologize and then tweet an apology publicly bc she scares them. once they’re back in their hotel room and cozied up for a movie, she’d crawl onto his lap and start telling him how glad she is that he wasn’t hurt at all, but she needs to double check and make sure the doctors didn’t miss any bruises. he thinks she’s serious until she takes his shirt off and starts kissing his chest.
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webslingingslasher · 6 months
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so i've been texting this guy for like a day and last night i got the ICK like i havent in a hot minute. first of all, he doesnt listen to music. AT ALL. psychopath behaviour frr. but the worst was last night when we were talking abt halloween costumes. basically i gave him my ideas list and this is how the convo went:
him: wear something hot
me: i'll look hot in whatever i wear
him: i'll be the judge of that
me: who are you to judge
him: wouldn't you want me to?
me: you're allowed to appreciate my hotness not judge
him: wouldn't that be up to me to decide if you're hot or no?
me: no bc i know i'm hot
him: i'll see.. if you are i'll let you know
me: your opinion really doesn't matter to me
and then i met him irl today and i dont wanna be mean but he was so ugly like looks and personality wise and so he's being ignored now :))
anyway, that's how my day went how was yours?
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lmaooooo i love when they weed themselves out. this is the kind of man that will sit there and say 'wear something hot' and let's say, for shits and giggles, you date. he's the same guy that will sit there and ask you why you're wearing that, or why you're dressing for the male gaze.
the ugliest men are the boldest. it amazes me every time.
((my day was ok!!! just ate dinner- about to do some writing and wash my water bottle))
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kingvetski · 1 year
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Hi! The personality matchup sounds like fun!
Here’s my submission :)
INFP - romantic - quality time/physical touch - she/her - no hate but pls avoid lando, checo, max, esteban & lance - 3 fun (I guess?) facts: I’m australian, I can speak french, spanish & italian, and I was born on the same day/year as max lol - hobbies: tennis, piano & skiing :)
Thanks! 🥰
c h a r l e s. l e c l e r c.
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okay so the fact that you can play the piano and speak french is pushing me towards charles definitely 
you and charles would be so cute, i can see you guys playing the piano together, sharing the stool. he’d have that soft smile on his face while hes playing, with his dimple popping out 
sometimes he doesn't even play, he just watches you play, completely and utterly in love
i think charles would be heavy on quality time with you, whether you’re playing tennis together, going on a hike, skiing 
he can't ski very well so he defo relies on your guidance and your help. it's cute watching him try though
he’d always try and find time for you during the off season and spends his time doing what he loves most, with the person he loves most
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a/n : i hope you like your matchup and thank you very much for requesting!! please feel free to leave a comment or some feedback or anything really :))
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konniesreality · 9 months
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Hi konnie! Hope you’re having a good day🫶🏻
It’s 🥰anon, and I have a success story, or two actually.
Tw: blood
Three days ago my sister got sick out of nowhere in the middle of the night and we had to take her to the emergency and the good thing is they took her in immediately. But they still didn’t understand what was wrong. But after being the for so long they finally sent her home because she was feeling better, but they didn’t know exactly what it was. But I was just happy that she was feeling better because I was scared and tried to help her but it felt like I couldn’t.
Then, two days ago, the day after she says she’s starting to feel weird and like that again and we try to help her. And then yesterday it was still like that so I had to take her to the emergency again. It was stressful because i felt like it was out of my hands and I couldn’t do anything.
They did some tests and took her blood for tests too. And omg. We sat there for so many hours with no answers. We were hungry bc we hadn’t eaten since lunch and it was just the two of us in a room, and we weren’t allowed to leave the room in case she was sick and others could get it. So we were waiting for the doctor, and it had been between 5-6 hours since we had come there. My poor sister was crying bc she was scared and worried and I didn’t cry but I was scared too, I hate seeing her like that. So just though instead of complaining that the doctor hasn’t come yet, why not affirm that the doctor finally came? I only looked for validation from imagination, not the 3D. And guess what? 5 minute ish later the doctor finally comes. I was shook but then I remembered. 👏🏻
Then they said she also had a fever and that’s why she felt bad again. So I affirmed that she would be fine and then I kinda forgot about it. She was then allowed to go home and she still didn’t feel the best but she took medicine for the fever. And today she’s been good!!!! She doesn’t have a fever anymore!!! And one thing that made her feel bad was laying down bc she felt like she was gonna pass out the whole time so she couldn’t sleep or anything. I asked her how that was today and she said she hasn’t felt it!! And she’s been able to lie down!!!
I’m so happy, and I’m sorry if it’s too long but aaa I’m just so happy bc I hate seeing her like that and crying. Now she’s better ❤️
- 🥰 anon
That is so amazing, I’m so glad your sister is better 💗 and you did all of that 💗💗💗
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pandoraslxna · 11 months
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Hi!! I was the anon that sent in the shifting thing but not the explanation of it. and yes people have actually made it!! i haven’t but i’ve gotten super close. it takes some time and patience but i nearly shifted like three or four days ago 😆
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I really want to try it now, gotta watch some tiktoks on how to do it later 😂👀
I‘ll update you if it worked lolol
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captainsophiestark · 2 months
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lorcan! if you cant tell… i have a type. tristan flynn fits in personality wise but he feels a bit more frat boy than the other two. all very much the i can fix him type 😂
but ithan is such a cutie! and connor 🥺 hofas had me in tears
Omg I love Lorcan! I haven't read ToG in a hot minute, which is the only reason those characters aren't also on my request list lol. I absolutely love and support your type 😂
And YES OH MY GOD CONNOR!!!! I sobbed like 5 times in the span of 60 pages with hofas, it killed me but in the absolute best way possible
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ragnarachael · 3 months
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Hi, friend. It's been a while. Happy holidays. Sending you a sweet treat, a warm comfort drink, and some good vibes. Hope you're doing okay. 🥰
happy holidays bub!! i appreciate the treaties. i've been... eh. sick since christmas, finally recovering from it all thank god. i hope you've been good and have a good new year!!
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s3cret-lovely · 5 months
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How are you feeling miss?
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hello lovely, i've bene well, lifes been busy but in a good way, i hope youve been well too :>
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fr3aklike-me · 2 years
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daddy I wore my plug to work today and its so hot out that I had to wear a skirt and no panties. well at least I thought it would be hot but it’s cold in here and now you can see my nipples through my tanktop ajakskqjs
kinda wanna sit on your cock and let you suck on them cause they’re too pretty for someone not to be if I do say so myself.
i meannnn if you wanna punish me for not wearing anything under my skirt and letting everyone see my pussy and my plug when I bend over you can do that too daddy
can you tell I miss you daddy? 🫶🏽
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baby, something tells me you want everyone to see. and you know, I'm torn between wanting to show everyone how pretty you look versus wanting you all for myself. the fact that you wore the plug to work, with no panties under your skirt, is getting my so fucking weak.
if I visited you at work, and you purposely bent over in front of me so that I'd see the plug sticking out of your cute hole, and then you smiled at me with your perky nipples, I'd immediately take you right there. if anyone sees, I want them all knowing what a naughty girl you were today. I'd bend you over the nearest surface that your pretty little plug was on full display, then I'd slide two fingers deep into so that anyone could see just how fucking well your pretty pussy takes my fingers.
my other hand would be reaching underneath to rub and tug on your nipples so that you're left jerking your hips back, moaning and writhing for more, while your pussy makes the prettiest noises with my fingers getting sucked in by it. I'd be whispering in your ear that after teasing me with this cute little outfit, I'll show everyone how well you stretch for daddy when her fingers are deep inside you
hehe I missed you too, baby <3
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ellabsprincess · 8 months
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Hi, yeah I'm new just found your tumblr the other day. Wanted to say hi and say I think you're amazing 🥺❤
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aww you’re so cute!! i’m happy you found my blog!! i hope you enjoy and thank you so much :))
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fluentmoviequoter · 3 months
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A day of with Deacon please
As fluffy as possible
MY FIRST DEACON REQUEST!!! I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted! You didn't specify, so I went with wife!reader, hope that's okay (and we are once again pretending Annie never existed). Thank you for the request and please let me know what you think! :)
Warnings: so much fluff, some kissing and cuddling, teasing, I mention his eyes a lot bc they're so pretty. I think that's it.
Word Count: 2.1k+ words
(This isn't a Christmas-specific fic, I just liked this gif and it fits the story.)
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David 'Deacon' Kay rarely gets a day off, let alone one that aligns with a day when you have nothing planned. Last night, he came home and pulled you into his arms, content to stay that way until he had to return to work. You laughed, however, and pointed out that he’d need to eat at some point. 
Now, as his body clock attempts to wake him up far earlier than he’d like on his day off, he reaches across the bed for you. Your hand slips into his and leads him back to sleep. Once you’re sure he’s asleep again, you pull your hand away and sneak out of the bedroom. Deacon deserves breakfast in bed, but you don’t know how much time you have until he wakes up. When you finish cooking and set the plate and a cup of coffee on Deacon’s nightstand, you crawl back into bed and curl into his side, quickly joining him in slumber.
Deacon wakes up again a few minutes later, smiling when he feels you against his side. He looks down and sees your head on his shoulder, your arm across his waist, and your legs tangled with his. Brushing a hand over your hair, the smell of food distracts him as he looks over, his smile growing when he sees what you did for him. Moving so he doesn’t disturb you, he pulls the tray toward him, keeping a hand on your back.
“G’morning,” you mumble against his side, straightening your legs as you pull yourself closer to him.
Deacon tilts his head down, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Thank you,” he whispers against your skin.
You roll back slightly and sit beside him, smiling as you run your fingers through his hair, ruffled from a good night of sleep. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Deacon replies, kissing your forehead again before you insist he eat.
“It’ll get cold,” you point out when his hands stray to your waist.
“We can heat it up,” he argues, smiling against your cheek.
“That would require getting out of bed.”
Deacon sighs, feigning exasperation as he moves the tray to his lap and begins eating. He laughs when you steal a piece of your favorite from his plate, and the sound makes you fall even more in love with him, if that’s possible.
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As Deacon finishes eating, you leave his side and walk to the closet.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Deacon quips behind you.
“To get ready,” you reply, stifling a laugh.
“No ‘Deacon’s Day in Bed’?”
You look at him over your shoulder, smiling as he laughs at his joke.
“Fine,” he grumbles, stretching as he stands.
His hands grip your waist as he lays his chin on your shoulder.
“When’s the last time we had a day off together?” he asks.
“How old are you?” you joke. “A long time.”
“Then we should make the most of it.”
“What do you call this?”
“Affection,” he answers, pressing kisses against your neck.
You turn toward him, pressing a hand against his chest as he tries to kiss you.
“Morning breath,” you argue.
“Don’t care.”
“I do.”
Deacon shakes his head and turns you by your hips, directing you to the bathroom. He points at your toothbrush as he retrieves his own.
“You get bossy on your day off. Are you like this at work?”
“I’m worse.”
You laugh as his hand lands on your lower back, smiling at you in the mirror as you both get ready. His hand stays on you as you wash your face and finish your routine. 
“Want to go for a walk? It’s beautiful out there,” Deacon asks, looking out the window as you follow him into the bedroom.
“Got the zoomies already?” you ask playfully, returning to the closet for shoes.
“What?” he asks, brows furrowed as he walks toward you.
“You’re used to working all day, it’s understandable to have zoomies,” you explain seriously.
“Aren’t 'zoomies' what you say about Street and Luca’s dog? You’re comparing me to a dog?”
“You have puppy eyes,” you say, shrugging as you wrap your arms around his waist. “And you did ask to go for a walk.”
“You’re lucky,” he mutters.
“How?”
“You know,” he answers, kissing you again.
The walk is short but enjoyable; Deacon’s hand is in yours as you go around the neighborhood. When you get home, Deacon kneels to take your shoes off, princess treatment carried into marriage.
“Do you want to watch that movie you’ve been talking about?” he asks as he stands.
You’ve been waiting to watch a new movie with him, but he’s been busy with work. When he offers, you shake your head excitedly and land several kisses across his face. He smiles under your kisses before leading you to the kitchen. He helps you prepare popcorn and your favorite movie snacks, arranging them on the coffee table as you queue the movie. Deacon sits beside you, laying an arm across your shoulders as you press play.
The first scene is nearly over when you feel Deacon rubbing your hair between his fingers. You look over at him, and he smiles innocently. Turning against him, his hand falls to your waist and begins rubbing up and down, over your ribs, and back down to your hip. Before you can catch onto the plot, Deacon distracts you completely by kissing up your neck and along your jaw. He leans back when you move, and you turn so you’re lying on his chest. With easy access, you begin painting his face with kisses as his hands hold your hips firmly. He tries to catch your lips, but you can’t risk growing distracted, so you pull backward.
An explosion sounds through the television speakers, and when you turn your head to the movie, Deacon takes the opportunity to flip you so you’re against the couch, and he’s hovering above you.
“My turn,” he claims, bending down as he begins kissing you in neat rows, up and down your face, over your cheekbones, and on your nose.
His eyes stay on yours, and you try to shy away from his affection, turning toward a cushion. He makes a ‘tsk’ noise under his breath as he turns your chin back toward him. He smiles, his puppy eyes as big and beautiful as ever, as he whispers, “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
Deacon shakes his head and moves you once more, letting you lay on his chest as you finish the movie; you trace shapes on his chest and down his arm as his hands explore your hair and back. The credits begin rolling, and you move your chin against the center of his chest, glad to feel the steady beat of his heart against your skin.
“What do you want to do with the rest of your day off?” you ask.
“I don’t care, as long as it’s with you,” he replies.
“Does that happen to involve lunch?” You bat your eyelashes as you ask, smiling when he laughs.
“I’m sure we can figure something out.”
He holds you against his chest as he sits up and reaches for his phone, ordering your favorite before returning his full attention to you. You take his hand, holding it in your lap as you trace his callouses.
“How was work this week?” you ask, looking at his hands.
Deacon's hands have always signified something to you, because the same hands that fight criminals and protect you day after day hold you gently and ensure you know how loved you truly are.
“It was good,” he answers quickly. Then he turns the conversation to you, asking what you’ve been up to.
“How’d you like that movie?” he teases.
“Oh, it was great. I especially liked the part that was playing while you kissed me.”
The doorbell rings, and you roll out of his lap, playfully huffing as he walks by. He laughs at your antics, distantly wishing he was around more to see them daily.
Deacon returns with the food, extending a hand to you as he leads you to the table. You sit in the chair closest to him, most of your chairs unused except for when 20 David comes over. He leans forward, gripping one of the legs of your chair to pull you closer. Laughing, you lay one of your thighs over his as you eat, sharing your food like you share everything else.
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“You’re touchy today,” you point out as Deacon runs his hand along your back.
“Which is different than usual?” he asks.
“I just- I feel special.”
“How so?”
“With what you do, no one would blame you if you never wanted physical contact again. But you show me that you love me with little touches, and don’t care when I do the same,” you answer, growing shy under Deacon's gaze.
“You know why? Because I do love you.”
“As I love you.”
Deacon loops both arms around your waist, swaying gently as your favorite song plays through the speaker.
“We could have done something special for your day off, you know,” you say.
“This is special. Next time I get a few days off, though, we’ll go somewhere.”
You laugh as Deacon dips you before pulling you up and spinning you. He asked you to dance as he slid your ring back on. Whenever you take it off to wash dishes, clean, or do anything that would risk breaking it, you give it to Deacon. If he’s not home, you place it in his nightstand, confident that he will guard it and return it safely to you. He invested in silicone rings for both of you, and when you have a day full of activities, you wear yours, but most of the time, you want to see your original wedding ring.
“Did you help Tan pick a ring?” you ask, remembering Deacon said he had one for his girlfriend.
“No, but rings are personal, I don’t know that I would help even if he asked.”
“You’re such a hopeless romantic… but you're my hopeless romantic.”
“‘Til death,” he adds, kissing your forehead.
The music ends, but you stay in Deacon’s arms as you ask what he wants to do next.
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When you express that you’re hungry again, knowing that Deacon won’t tell you if he is, he agrees to make dinner with you. Side-by-side, you work on preparing the meal, uncaring when Deacon tries to distract you. You complain but truly don’t mind, and he knows it.
“Deac,” you groan when his hands find your hips, standing behind you while you stir ingredients together.
He responds by saying your name in the same tone, smiling as he reaches around you and adds the spices.
“Thanks,” you say quietly.
After dinner, enjoyed in the same closely situated chairs you had lunch in, you clean up quickly. While Deacon puts the dishes away, you start a kettle to make your favorite hot drinks and remove the small dessert you prepared earlier from the fridge.
Deacon opens the patio door for you as he carries the dishes for the drinks and dessert. You sit in separate chairs, looking out over the yard as you talk about nothing and everything. Deacon’s hand wanders out of his chair and into yours, finding your fingers and lacing his with yours. Squeezing his hand once, you stand from your chair and move to his lap, leaning against his chest. You look up, unsurprised but disappointed that you can’t see any stars past the LA lights.
“That trip we’re taking when I’m off,” he begins, waiting for your nodded acknowledgment, “we’re going somewhere where we can see the stars again.”
“You’re the only star I need,” you reply, knowing how fluffy and cliche it sounds but not caring. It earns you a smile and a kiss, so it can't be too bad.
“It sounds amazing, though, thank you,” you whisper, shivering as a night chill blows in from the desert.
“That means it’s time to go inside,” Deacon whispers against your hairline.
He helps you carry everything inside and locks the door behind you. Once the dishes and the leftovers are put away, Deacon scoops you up in his arms, smiling at your laughter as he carries you to the bedroom.
You get ready for bed how you got ready for the day: together. When you join Deacon in bed, he pulls you close, letting you sit between his legs with your back against his chest. Your hearts beat in sync as he picks up a book from his nightstand. It’s been too long since you had the time to do this, but as he reads, you know that the long, sometimes lonely time between days off makes them worth it.
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leclerced · 3 months
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Okay, so don’t respond if this makes you uncomfy bc like its kinda personal?
Anyways, I’ve dated/been with a lot of dudes (lowkey a slut but i love it). Anyway now im in a situationship with this Australian dude, and he’s the first Aussie I’ve been with. And lemme tell you he’s dirty and nasty.
Homeboy is doing things I couldn’t even imagine in sex, like he likes to eat his cum out of me?? (Im on bc and we’re both clean) while I’ve had it happen to me before, this man is so enthusiastic about it. (where i live is home to the most bland and vanilla dudes on the planet)
Anyways the entire point of this ramble is he made a joke last night and was like “It’s just how we fuck down under” and I was literally melting, and I can just imagine something like that with Oscar? Like him doing gross (in a hot way) stuff to his gf and dismissing all her embarrassment by just saying its because he’s Australian
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UGSUENCN u guys make me want a situationship or bf or smth So Bad. i want a sexy hot aussie bf who eats his cum out of me. its what i deserve. where do i meet these men.
oscar would soooo love embarrassing his girl w freaky shit he does to her tbh. he’d love watching her gawk at him in shock, stuttering at him asking what he’s doing. he’d laugh and tease her, call her is dirty girl. ask her if she wants him to stop and when she says no he’d laugh more and tell her what a freak she is for him, like “i bet you never thought you’d let me do this to you, but look at you, begging me not to stop! ur so cute baby, my little freak.”
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webslingingslasher · 4 months
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hey babessss long time no talk lol
i've been kinda mia cause its been crazy crazy with uni and the semester coming to an end omfg i literally cant even believe it finals are approaching and like im stressed but also not stressed???? idk its weird
but everyone's fav time is here: update time!!!!!
so i'd been meaning to go out w this one guy off hinge for WEEKS but our schedules literally never matched up bc fuck school smh
anyway i had to unfortunately cancel on him so last minute one of the days we were gonna go out 😭 but then he texted me the next week and i was lowkey so surpised but then we finally went out LOL
and basically we've been seeing each other like almost every day since then and there has been a hell of an escalation
he's slept over at my dorm, ive slept over at his apartment twice and we've been partaking in quite a bit of...ahem...sexual activity 🤪🙈🤭
so yes basically im in i guess a situationship now damn i did not think id ever say that holy shit
it's been so super fun and we're going to see the new hunger games in a few hours and eeeek im just excited af
we havent acc had sex yet cause we agreed to take it kinda slow. keyword: kinda LOL we've basically done everything but actual sex
also apparent im very good at giving head which i will 100% attribute to my extensive fanfic reading experience HAHA
(and hes v good at giving head too holy shit)
so yes that's been going on :))))) im very happy :)))
wish me luck on finals!!! (im gonna need it a lot)
love <3,
🥰
boring. i want u to fuck ur dads bosses kid.
((very happy for you!!! let’s go queen!!!))
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sluttywonwoo · 2 years
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Honestly, the hottest thing a guy can do is slur or stutter during sex. Like, they're so completely lost in their own pleasure, they cannot form words properly. Imagine Mingyu sinking into you for the first time since being on tour... "Fuck, baby, you - you're just s - so tight. Ah, ah, ah, f - fuck!" Or maybe Wonwoo when you're on your knees for him... "Ah, shit, s'good for me. Ah. Ke - keep going." I'm quaking just thinking about it. (May I please be 🥰 anon?)
you’re so right but when i first read that i thought you mean the hottest thing they can do is call me a slur and i was ???
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konniesreality · 9 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/konniesreality/721140110326956032/when-i-know-i-have-my-desires-but-then-doubts-pop
Yes I’d love to be your 🥰 anon!! I’ll try my best to update here and there but I usually forget stuff so if I don’t sen in anything with the emoji don’t worry I probably just forgot that I’m on of your emoji anons but still sent in anyways just without emoji😭🫶🏻
❤️💗
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