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#LIKE HIS CHEEKBONES 😫
jadewritesficshere · 10 months
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Sitting Pretty
This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴
Eddie Munson x Female!reader
18+ONLY
Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting
Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.
Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."
Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.
You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.
Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-
Damn.
Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.
"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.
You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.
His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.
You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."
You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"
You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.
The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.
You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.
You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.
You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.
"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.
"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.
You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.
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kairismess · 5 months
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HIHIII! ik i’ve requested like 300000 times but your works are just so amazing 😣😣 but i’ve always just associated Suna with the song Love Language by ariana grande (it’s quite apparent i love her) for some reason. the song is abt trying to learn your partner’s love language so we can love better and i just love picturing that with him😫 Maybe reader can have that mentality along with the end part of the song with “i’m not what you had before, your ex girlfriend don’t want no smoke… i’m just gon make you my home”. bye i just think it’s so cute lolol 😣😣😣
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rintaro's love language . . .
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🏐 genre: fluff ~ !
✒️ word count: 645
💭 summary: rintaro's been noticing how strange you've been acting lately around him... almost as if you were trying to get something out of him. he doesn't mind, though—he'd love to give you what you're looking for so badly.
🍥 author's note: OOOOOOOO THAT'S SUCH A CUTE IDEA !!! I LOVE IT !! i hope this is any good :'DD
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being seated on this boy's lap was the last thing you expected.
his mint green eyes stared into your own, balancing your weight on his string thigh, bouncing you up and down on it here and there to tease you a little. this is what you wanted though, right? to know what it really was that rintaro was into? to know what he loves to give you and take from you? well, you got it now—now you aren't leaving his lap no matter how much and how cutely you squirm and act all shy under his gaze.
for the past few weeks, rintaro noticed the sudden changes and the subtle glances and gestures you've been giving him; it wasn't so uncharacteristic of you, just a little... a little different. he didn't mind, he loved everything you did, even if it wasn't that obvious. he was a little curious every now and then why you were acting that way, but he figured instead of asking you, he'd beat you at your own game by observing you as you observed him.
you were always offering him some sweets in between breaks, and you always offered to walk home with him and hold his hand all sneakily—you were like a cunning little fox, and he oddly loved seeing you act like you weren't up to anything. he pretended not to notice and went with the flow as you kept showering him with affection, not realizing he had caught on long ago when he noticed your smile was laced with a few undertones of something mysterious. it didn't help your case when he had paid attention and remembered the details of the passing comments you made back then when talking to him, asking him if he had an ideal kind of affection he wanted you to give him.
he never understood what that meant, "a specific kind of affection"... until he caught a glance at your phone and realized what you meant. going on those love expert sites helped you get an idea of how to woo him over even more, but it also gave rintaro the idea that what you really wanted was to see what would make him melt... and fortunately, you hadn't figured it out yet. luckily for him, he was curious as to what your love language was, too—so in a bold gesture... he sat you down on his lap when no one was looking, and wrapped his lean but strong arm around your waist, bringing his face so close to you, that your noses were brushing against each other's.
he seemed so nonchalant about it, too... it was too much for you. your face burned and your lips quivered; you stuttered out questions, your mind ran a million miles an hour—but all rintaro did was peck a kiss on your cheekbone, placing his other arm around you, embracing you. "can i help that this is what i wanna do with you all along?" he murmurs as he gently caresses your waist, humming in lazy satisfaction, leaning his head down on your shoulder, closing his sharp eyes as he takes in the scent and feeling of being this close to you.
"y'know..." he murmurs as he runs his thumb over your tinier palm, pressing down on it gently. "...no one else has ever made me feel this way. i'm not really clingy, per se, but... i'd do anything to have you this close to me for a long, long while." he finished, planting a sweet kiss on your neck, not caring if the others came back to see this public display of his affection for you. he couldn't care less, all he cares about now is giving you what you want—and letting you know that he's more than willing to give you more of this than just this one occasion.
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imrllytootiredforthis · 9 months
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you know i listened to some nsfw audio like a month ago?... ig🤷🏻‍♀️and it was a puppy boy speaker trying the tail plug and the leash on for the first time😭he was eating the listener out in the end😭pls not only was it adorably cute like😭but also the voice of that guy sounded like jake's or i'm being too delusional at this point idk now🙂🙂
anyway this idea has been living in my mind since that day and oh god...it's def not making my life easier like...at all💀💀the man is just a dumb doggy personified idc,,,, the things i wanna do to him 🤯(i literally have no idea why i'm sending this but.. thought you'd find it interesting ^^)
...do you perhaps still have this audio??🙂🙂
he's pretty puppy. he's filthy mutt. he's dumb doggy. he's bitch in heat. all of which he'd probably 100% moan at being called😫
i'm just imagining finding out that he into it for the first time though, whether it's some kind of porn on his computer that he sucks at hiding or a pair of fluffy puppy ears hidden in his closet-the exact shade of his hair
you don't tell him you know right away though, instead you take this perfect chance-still slightly upset that he didn't tell you himself-to tease him😫😏
one morning waking up early in bed next to him, his body curled into yours, legs wrapped around your hips. clinging onto you like his life depends of it.
you lay there like this for awhile, watching him as he sleeps for a bit longer, small snores coming from it that make it all the more adorable.
you can hardly help but lightly drag a finger over his face, his cheekbones and lips and eyebrows, marvelling how a human being could be so fucking pretty. he's pretty always but especially like this. with dried drool in the corner of his mouth, features soft and a smile playing on the edge of his lips. his face is practically buried in your chest (he claims it's his favourite pillow)
he'd wake up slowly, muttering nonsense and rubbing his head against you. he'd probably reach down to grab your hand and pull it up to put it in his hair, encouraging you to scratch his scalp still half asleep and groggy.
he's so cute you could die.
but then you realize that it's the perfect opportunity.
wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in closer to you, slotting your mouth into the crevice of his neck, whispering to him.
"good morning~" the smile on his face is still tired, the window across the room annunciating the shine in his eyes when he looks at you. "you look so pretty puppy,"
he'd freeze at that, eyes wide, muscles tense. unsure of what he should do with himself. absolutely malfunctioning on the inside, trying not to squirm against you.
"u-I...thank-thank you?" his voice borders on breathless, his fingers getting tighter against your skin, nails digging in.
"no need to thank me, you're always a pretty puppy," you flip his body over and he lets you, enjoying the subtle manhandling as you perch him on top of you, his legs straddling your thighs, "a pretty puppy just for me, right?"
his boxers feel unbearably tight and his face is as red as a fire hydrant. all he wants...all he wants, well he wants a lot of things but this, this is by far at the top of his list.
he unconsciously begins to grind down against you, his head falling back as he lets out a long moan. "yes, yes, m' your puppy-just your puppy,"
you pull his head back to you by his hair, looking at the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way his nails dig into the palm of his hands, the way that whimpers escape from under his breath giving away just how needy he is.
fingers glide over the smooth expanse of his neck, a touch he welcomes. "good boy. and you know what good boys get?"
he looks almost timid as he replies, "...a reward?"
the smile that blooms across his face makes him feel so good, like he's pleased you some way, like he wants only to please you all the time. "good! now close your eyes for me puppy, want it to be a surprise for you."
he listens as he's told as you reach down into your nightstand, rifling through it's contents before pulling his reward out.
"open."
he opens his eyes to a simply black collar, a gold tag on it shaped like a bone with something engraved onto it.
'my good puppy'
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months
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PLEASEEEEE get started on spreader bars! I beeeeeggggg U!!!
No no I know you don’t have time don’t worry I just love how u write everything 🥴😮‍💨💜
I just need u to know u got a pretty picture on my mind of Bucky begging and squirming unable to close his legs and his huge thighs all open for Steve belly down so his pretty ass is all up and Steve’s teasing him running his hands all over but definitely not where bucky NEEDS HIM almost crying because we know Steve loves him some tears
🥴😫😭💀
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I just think that spreader bars should be more prevalent in fandom 😮‍💨😮‍💨 They're so damn hot. Like, I see a lot of bondage in the form of rope and handcuffs in fanfiction (and the occasional rope in fanart), but I would love to see more spreader bars.
Spreader bars... listen... just... legs spread embarassingly wide open, totally immobilized and helpless, unable to squirm under the strength of the bar, unable to get away, unable to get closer, unable to do anything but take it.
Jesus Christ, yeah, you're so right, though, if we're talking about Bucky--
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Even a reinforced spreader bar would be creaking and nearly bending, giving in, under the pressure generated by those fucking thighs.
Thick and pretty as shit--Steve just wants to grab Bucky's thighs and squeeze, digging his fingertips into the firm muscle until bruises bloom on his pale gold skin. Real pretty. Decorated with fingerprints. Steve's claim on him. Steve's fingerprints on him. He owns him. Steve's claim on him like the glinting, silver spreader bar parting his legs as far as they can go.
Bucky can't think too hard about that fucking bar or he'll lose more of his head. He can't take anymore.
Steve's been torturing him for ages, stroking his cock nice and slow... dragging it out until he feels like he's going to die... boiling over with lava-thick, molten heat, throwing his head back hard, his hair getting frizzy and flicking itself across his sweaty face as he presses back into the pillow. Strands of his long hair stick to his glistening cheekbones and forehead. Steve keeps "lovingly" brushing it out of his face. Like he cares. Like he isn't making him fucking die. Like he isn't drowning Bucky in electric pleasure that hurts. It hurts so good.
There's a strangled scream right behind Bucky's clenched teeth. His muscles are tensing, he's trying to get away, trying to get more, and trying to not just sob and scream himself raw. He can't close his legs! His hips keep jerking up uncontrollably, chasing sensation. He can't close his legs! He just--
He doesn't know what he wants.
More. Less. Yes. No. Keep going keep going keep going. Stop stop stop.
Fuck it.
Suddenly, Bucky doesn't care. He doesn't care. He surrenders completely.
Totally.
He's not tensing against the spreader bar. He's letting it happen. Letting go.
Bucky is sobbing and he's shaking, his quivering abs are soaked in his own release and his cock still hard despite how empty he feels. Hallowed out. Too much pleasure. Guh.
How many more orgasms does Steve think he can possibly get out of him? 😫😮‍💨
But all that being said... we can't forget Steve.
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Did I have that gif saved in my phone? Maybe
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Steve deserves a spreader bar, too.
I bet he would break so pretty, too. Poor, little Stevie, flushed bright pink, eyes rimmed red and glassy, looking even more blue than normal, and his swollen, red lips quivering as he hiccups with his overwhelmed sobs. Pleasure feels grating now. He's had so many orgasms torn out of him. Too much! Crying into the sheets, not at all muffling his whimpery, watery sounds.
After lying him face-down on their mattress, Bucky wouldn't be able to resist spreading him open with a spreader bar. It's worth it even if Steve's a fucking trouble maker, out of his mind, stupid, and continuing to hump and grind against the bed, no matter how many times Bucky spanks him for it. He just can't resist the hot, wet friction of his achy cock against the embarrassingly big wet spot underneath him. He's shaking. His ass is blushing just as hot and red as his face, and that blush across the meat of his stinging ass is so bad it's spread to the insides of his thighs. It's pornographic, that color.
Steve will be one lucky son of a bitch if Bucky ever let's him out of bed again.
Woof.
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katsukiwifey · 10 months
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Miguel O’Hara x reader (18+)
Brooo something about this man makes me just so feral 🥵 fr that hottest specimen in 2023
Sorry this isn’t my usual content but I just can’t get over him
Anyway here’s a little horny post about this Miguel…
Okay first off this man’s physic is just 🥵 like wide as back is just perfect to hold onto
Like imagine holding onto his shoulders and then trailing your hands down his back like bro feeling the muscle alone would be me drenched
And digging my figures into his flexed back while he’s over me… 😫
And his cheekbones could cut right into they are sooo sharp and to kiss then would be a dream
He is just so handsome I’d be staring for daaaays
Miguel’s gaze could make me drop to my knees and do whatever he says
Honestly some dom males don’t do it for me but this man can literally boss me around 24/7 and I would never complain, but maybe get a bit sassy ngl
Don’t even get me started about his fangs…. Oh my god
I didn’t think I had a kink for that kind of stuff but when that one scene in atsv where he’s about to bite the vulture… let’s just say my legs closed real fast
And now I’ve been seeking out smut with butting and honestly I would kill to feel those canines on my neck, nipping at my skin
Miguel is just a MILF fr fr
Let me know if I should do a short smut headcannon about ridding Miguel’s thigh cause it’s something I fantasize about
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deadricslover · 2 years
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HELLO AGAIN :') was just thinking about clingy bale bruce wayne <3 i just wanna squeeze him , im literally ruined over a fictional man 😫 it's a pretty general idea, so take this in any direction you want, it'll be perfect either way :D
the best type of clingy
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Here's my Masterlist!
a/n: this is so long omg. Bruce being clingy. AGH OMG. I'm melting inside. not my gif! but it's me and our kids he's looking at so....
summary: just some situations where Bruce is at his cutest, being clingy and adorable
warnings: very very long but really none just pure fluff and cuteness.
pairings: bale! Bruce Wayne X gn!reader
italics: flashbacks/examples
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Bruce's love language is touch. no doubt about it. You experience it when you are with him and when you're not. not that you're complaining, he makes you feel accepted and loved and you appreciate that more than he will ever know. his love for you translates into different forms and words. he says 'I love you', of course but if he ever says anything like 'be safe' or 'you can have the last slice'. he's saying I love you but in his own language. But overall of these, Bruce is clingy. Not in an annoying little kid clinging to your leg like a koala bear on a tree clingy but an adorable, loving type of clingy. He always must be touching you in some way, even if that is just letting your elbows touch when sitting down. Another thing he does is little mini speeches for you, at the most random moment he would start declaring his love for you again and again. They were your personal favourite, the creativity he shows in the way he words and phrases his sentences are so complex. he says he comes up with them on the spot based on what he feels --but he could have them planned out since you met eachother, who knows for sure--.
for example
you and Bruce were in the kitchen one night preparing dinner for the two of you plus Alfred whilst it was coming down heavy outside the window. It was picture perfect really, the conversation being thrown back and forth between passionate voices fitting perfectly together, while making homemade fresh pasta, flour spluttering all over yours and his clothes, hair and face. Smiles being lit up by the dim light illuminating the room showing off his high cheekbones and muscles which makes him look more god like then usual. As you were kneeding the dough you feel a pair of toned arms wrap around your waist from behind and a chin rest on the top of your head.
"hey" you say lowly
"hi " he replies.
"what are you doing?" you ask and he can hear the smile on your face in the way you talk.
"just admiring you" he answers honestly.
"you seem to do that a lot" you reply your voice wobbly from the smile plastered on your face and the giggle threatening to spill. You drop the dough and spin around to face him to see his eyes positioned right where yours are straight away.
"how could I not? I love you so much. I love all of you. when you're dying with a sickness, when you're bursting with excitement, when you're worried about something - big or small-. I love everything about you. More than you know. But, I don't just love you, I love being in love with you. You're so perfect and I adore the butterflies I experience when you text or when you come home. I love catching myself smiling at your text, when you answer the phone and even when you laugh before you tell your joke. that's my personal favourite. It reminds me that I'm with you. And that's the best cure to my lovesickness." he rambles on. you could cry. he's so sweet and so passionate and enthusiastic about declaring his love over and over again.
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another thing clingy Brice likes to do is calls and texts random times during the day. When he's at work and he's feeling homesick, he'd call. just to hear your voice. And to make sure you're ok of course.
Sometimes when he's leaving in the morning. He wouldn't let go of you at all, begging for five more minutes. As appealing as that sounded you couldn't give in as five minutes would turn into an hour turning into you missing work. You learned that the hard way. Instead of staying with him and missing work and also instead of him not seeing you for the whole day, he would call you while you're in work. twice a day, the exact same time not even a minute variation. On the rare occasion he would call a third time at a random point if he discovered exciting news.
your alarm rudely woke you up from your comfortable slumber, the sound reverberating against each wall reaching your ears in the process. The sound everyone dreads waking up to, an alarm. It reminded you that you had to leave the warmth of your bed and go to work at this ever so early hour. You give your eyes a rub and stretch with the little room you had as Bruce was attached to your side. You hated that you would have to leave him, but it had to happen. You try and unwrap his arm from you but this makes him cling harder.
"Bruce, I have to go" you inform him in a low voice.
In response he just lets out a disapproving grunt and burries his head into you even more.
"I'm sorry, bub, but I have to go to work"
this makes him pull the card that he does every morning. It's near impossible to deny it and get up and get ready.
"five more minutes" he whispers with sleep laced in his voice after he lets out a little whine in disapproval.
"go back to sleep" you try and convince him. He Huff's and stays in his position for a while more before rolling onto his back and squeezing his eyes shut while stretching his muscles.
"I'll call you at-" you interrupt him knowing what his next words will be
"12:30. I know, Bruce it's the same everyday" you giggle lightly before kissing him quickly on his forehead and reluctantly moving away to get ready.
Bruce did just that too. what he does everyday. he called at 12:30. you were doing paper work when you heard the phone call. it saved you from possibly going insane. The other side of the line wasnt ringing too long before a perky voice interrupted the beeping.
"hey, Bruce" you say smiling
"well hello, sunshine" he replies.
"so what's the chat about today?" you inquire pushing the pile of paper away.
"anything. I miss your voice. how's work?" he's too cute. you blush in your office alone thankful that nobody would see you.
"hectic. but I'm getting through it" you huff out tired from the day already
"you always do. you're strong" he compliments.
"thanks, Bruce. honestly, you're oh so motivational words help me through the day."
"do they? I guess I'll have to give them more often." he replies that signature smile in his voice.
"I don't know if you can give any more"
"trust me. I'll find a way. keep talking, have you taken your break yet?" he quizzes
"no, not yet. I haven't gotten the chance to" you reply honestly
"you should do that. and make sure to eat, ok?" wow, he sounds like a mom. but it's perfect.
"yeah, I will. thanks for caring. What about you anything special being king of Gotham today?"
he Huffs sarcastically "no. it's so boring today. I had a meeting this morning and I took a nap during it."
"of course you did... look, I love talking with you but I have to finish this pile before midnight next year so I'm gonna go." you tell him reluctantly
"yeah, do that. I want to see you as soon as possible." he replies
"I do too. I'll see you later. I love you"
"I love, you more." he replies before you end the call.
hours go by of filling in paper, highlighting points, dealing with hard clients and so much more. You finally walk back into your office and slump down on the chair hoping for a minute of peace. But that you didn't get. the phone rings again just like it did 17 times already that day. You pick It up after a few rings filled with moments of contemplation on wheather you should answer it or not.
"hello, this is-" you go to say but get cut off by the other person
"y/n, it's me. You'll never guess what happened." he sounds hectic on the other side of the line. you were secretly so over the moon to hear his voice.
"I don't wanna guess. just tell me" you say sounding tired even through the phone.
Bruce seems to calm down from whatever high he has and tells you the news in more of a calmed tone to fit your sleepy mood change from a couple hours ago.
"well, I just found out that we're doing a Collaboration with a big company" he says into the speaker in a hushed tone excitement seeping it's way through.
"no way. that's amazing, congratulations!" you reply excitement starting to wake you up. you were always the first person he told about everything it's adorable and made you feel special.
"and you'll never guess who's company it is" he states suggestively. it immediately clicks that it's your company, why you weren't informed of this you had no idea but that didn't matter right now. you were excited to spend more time with him in the workplace and during the day.
"why wasn't I informed of this?" you inquire showing you understood
"I don't know. you will be though, just act surprised when it happens okay?" he informs
"yeah I will" this was gonna be fun.
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if you want a part two I can make it happen! I have so many more ideas but the post was long enough 🙊
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ackerfiction · 1 year
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feel free to skip if it makes you umcomfy!
could you write something about reader flinching while getting into an argument with levi? I love hurt/comfort 😫
“Shit.” Levi grumbled, shuffling through the papers on his desk. He’d been looking for the letter for over an hour now, rifling through drawers, turning the office upside down and cleaning it back up again. Y/N poked her head around the door, having been looking in the other room.
“Maybe we should take a break.” She suggested, noticing the angered look on her face. His patience was running thin, it had been a long, difficult day and everything was going wrong.
“No.” He made his way to the file shelf, beginning to open and flit through them.
“Levi.” Y/N joined him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned, incredulous.
“Can you just let me find the damn letter?” He shouted, his voice booming against the walls. Y/N flinched, retracting her hand in a flash and stepping away from her partner. She stood in silence, watching as he continued looking.
Levi knew what he’d done was wrong. He hadn’t meant to loose his temper. He couldn’t look at her. He knew her expression would be sad, he’d felt her startle. But the silence was deafening, the guilt growing in his stomach.
“You don’t have to speak to me like that.” Y/N was quiet but firm, Levi turned his head, “I get that whatever you have going on is stressful, but I won’t be afraid of making you angry.” Her voice wobbled a little, the lump in her throat threatening to give away the anxiety Levi’s outburst had caused.
Levi had remained frozen, but now he turned to face her. “I’m sorry.” He stepped towards her and took her hands in his, “You’re right.” He let one hand drop and brought his hand to her face, running his thumb over her cheekbone. “I won’t treat you like that again, you deserve so much better than to be spoken to like that.” A small smile played at her lips, her eyes still sad. He pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and letting out a breath. “You deserve the world, all I want is to give you that.”
Y/N closed her eyes, letting Levi hold her. He’d been so wound up lately, it was lovely to see his soft side again. He pulled back and looked at her, “I adore you. I’m sorry.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, gazing at her again when they parted, “Can you forgive an asshole like me?” She laughed.
“I suppose.” Her smile was back, reaching her eyes, her gaze shifted to the chair in the corner.
She exited his arms, his eyes followed her as she moved, she picked up the folded paper. Levi groaned. The letter had been on the chair all along.
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Hello!
I absolutely adore your writing, its so good and it is because of this I would like to make my first request/order in your beautiful shop 😊
So, I'm not sure if you ever used the serenity pot realm known as 'Emerald Peak' and there's a big tree in the middle of the realm but the mountains is a pain to climb cause its so high😒
But! Right before you reach the top, there is a beautiful spring/pool there and Holly its so pretty😭
So could I request like a tired female reader, let's say commissions and adventures got her beat, going to see Xiao and when he realizes how tired she is, he carries her for a soak there and she even convinced him to get in with her and they just bathe there and admire each other etc. Just pure fluffy, maybe even at the end he carries her under the big tree and they stare at the stars till she falls asleep on him and he cud take her back to her bedroom in the serenity pot mansion. Just...ajrkrkrkrj
Thanks in advance😫❤
Exactly my cup of tea
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pairing: xiao x gn!reader
warnings: none that i can think of, just some pure fluff; yes, my love language is physical touch, why are you asking?
a/n: this was such a cute request and i hope you enjoy what i made of it; i use the emerald peak realm myself, it´s so pretty and i wish you could set up furniture up there; for everyone who hasn´t climbed up the mountain themselves, here are some scuffed pictures from my teapot (also, i made the reader gender neutral because there were basically no descriptors used in the first place, hope you don´t mind) ♡
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Your feet audibly dragged along the wooden floor of Wangshuu Inn, greeting Verr Goldet with a half-hearted wave as you shuffled by her desk. Eyeing the last flight of stairs with a venomous glare, you heaved yourself up the steps, half walking and half pulling yourself up by the railing. Each time your feet caught the edge of a wooden plank, causing you to stumble, you cursed under your breath.
Therefore, it was no wonder you almost fell flat on your nose when you leaned against the door as it swung open. The only things keeping you from becoming best buds with the floor were two strong hands wrapping around your shoulders and a solid chest you face-planted into instead. You looked up to see bright amber eyes scanning over you but quickly averting once you caught his gaze.
“Thanks for catching me, Xiao,” you mumbled. “How did you know I´d be coming home right now, though?”
“Thanks for catching me, Xiao,” you mumbled. “How did you know I´d be coming home right now, though?”
“It would have been hard to not hear you walking up the stairs even if I had tried to. I am impressed how much noise mortals can cause with such simple actions,” he scoffed but his voice lacked the usual sharpness he showed everyone except you. And maybe Zhongli.
“You make a fair point there,” you chuckled, reaching up to place a gentle hand on his cheek. “I´m more surprised to see you home already though, you´re normally not here so early.”
“Early? Have you looked outside, (y/n)? You have worked way too long today again and yet you still worry about me.” With a deep inhale he closed his eyes before he locked them with yours again. One hand travelled down to your waist as the other mirrored your movement and his thumb ran slowly over your cheekbones. “Besides, I wanted to be here for you. I do not like being away from you for so long.”
“Are you saying you missed me, Xiao?” The adeptus in question defiantly turned his head to the side at your cooing but didn´t disagree with your statement. In a soft voice, you added, “That´s good to hear because I missed you, too. A lot actually. Come on, let´s move this away from the front door, I could really use something to eat and a bit of lying down.”
Parting from each other as slowly as possible, Xiao hesitantly intertwined your hands but visibly relaxed as you encouragingly squeezed his in response. While he was still a bit cautious when it came to initiating affection, he had gladly soaked up every last bit you offered him and was now becoming surer of himself. It had taken a while to get here but it never failed to make your heart flutter when you remembered that your kindness and love had helped him come out of his shell.
After a couple of millennia of honing his skills, there was basically nothing that could escape the yaksha´s perception. And now that he had found someone he truly cared about, not just because a contract bound him to protect them, he was more vigilant than ever. So, it came as no surprise you couldn´t hide how much every step pained you and how you used your hand in his to steady yourself.
“Why did you not tell me you have exhausted yourself to this extent, (y/n)?”
“I´m fine, don´t worry. I´ll just sleep it off.”
“No, you should not push yourself. You mortals are much more fragile than us adepti and you are not destined to tirelessly fight on. You need to rest.” His voice left no room for argument, yet, you opened your mouth in protest anyway.
Before you could actually say anything though, you were cut off by Xiao sweeping you off your feet bridal-style, ignoring your gasp and shout of his name. A second later, your body felt light as a feather as the familiar sensation of his teleportation enveloped you. You screwed your eyes shut and clung tighter to him.
“You can open your eyes again. We have arrived,” he said and you could make out the slight rumble the words sent through his chest. As you took in the scenery, Xiao held you a bit longer before slowly lowering your feet back onto the ground.
The two of you stood on the peak of a mountain overlooked by a mighty tree. A gentle stream burbled along into seemingly nothing as it flowed over the edge of the rock you were standing on. All around you, a sea of clouds glowed in a vibrant combination of oranges, yellows and pinks as the setting sun illuminated the world around.
“The sun? I thought it was already past- Wait, are we in the Serenitea Pot?” Time worked differently in the adepti realm Madame Ping had gifted you, some even experienced constant day or night she had explained. “But how did we get here? The teapot is somewhere in my room.”
“I am an adeptus and this realm was made by using adeptal energy and craft. After you invited me here the first time, I have been able to return to this place at will.” After he checked your face for any kind of objection and found none, he reached for your hand again to pull you closer. “I thought you could rest here without worrying about your duties in the mortal realm. Barely any time will pass there while we are here.”
You gently pulled his face close to yours and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Xiao. It´s perfect.”
Tenderly tugging on your hand, he guided you over to one of the stones lining the spring of the river. As you sat down, you noticed how the rock was pleasantly warm from the heat of the sun. Your adeptus joined you and you happily leaned into his side as his arm curled around your shoulder.
Once both of you had relaxed significantly, Xiao pulled your legs up to rest over his lap as you curiously studied him. It was with great care that he worked on removing your shoes, pulling them off unhurriedly, your socks following suit. A frown painted itself on his face as he took notice of all the red and sore spots but he didn´t say anything as his fingers worked on rolling up your pants. When he was done, you lifted your legs over the edge of the stone and into the water, which was neither too warm nor too cold.
“Ahh, this is nice,” you sighed. An idea struck you and you quickly peeled off as many of your dirty clothes as you felt comfortable with before sliding into the spring. “This is even better.”
“(Y/n)??” You turned to look at your boyfriend as you swam backwards. His face was a glowing shade of red which was most certainly not caused by the sun. It was so adorably him, you couldn´t help the gleeful laughter bubbling out of you.
“See something you like, darling?” In hopes of flustering him a tiny bit more, you shot him a cheeky wink as he buried his face in his hands. “I´m just messing with you. Come on, join me.”
“No, I cannot. If someone were to attack you, I would be slowed down by the water.”
“Xiao, this is my teapot realm, who could possibly attack us here?” You swam closer and placed your hands next to his legs against the rock.
“Well, I should still be prepared-“
“Don´t make me do this the hard way. You´re joining me whether you want to or not, pretty boy.”
“(Y/n), what are you talking abou-“ The rest of his question was cut off by his shout of surprise as you pulled him head first into the river by his hands. He may be an adeptus but his strength was no match for your stubbornness.
“I told you, you´d join me.” The mischief in your voice would´ve died down immediately if you didn´t know that the glare he gave you was only pretend. But you had learned to discern it from actual annoyance, so you only threw your arms around his neck as his found your waist. Your palms ran over the defined muscles of his back, his already tight shirt clinging to his skin even more, the fabric turning rather transparent in the water. Not that you minded, of course.
“You are lucky I love you,” he grumbled. If your ear hadn´t been so close to his mouth, you might even have missed it with how lowly he said it. Planting soft kisses from his shoulder, past his ear and all the way up to his jaw, you cupped the sides of his neck, feeling the rising warmth of his skin. As you pulled back to look into his eyes, your thumbs circled over the flat of his cheek, his earlobe and back to his jawbone.
“You´re right, I really am lucky.” As you leant in, Xiao met you halfway and sealed your lips together. Any tension left in your body vanished as you melted into him, relishing in the way he tugged you closer still. Only when you had to catch your breath did you lean away but not without Xiao instinctively chasing your touch afterwards. Leaning your foreheads together, you savoured the afterglow of this moment in which only him and you existed. Turning your head, you peered into the sun slowly sinking beneath the clouds and making room for the stars to light up the sky.
“As much as I´d like to stay like this forever, I guess it´s time for some towels and dry clothes,” you mused.
“Wait here for a moment.” He pressed one more peck to your temple before vanishing in a cloud of green smoke. But you weren´t alone for long. As you climbed out of the river again, a gloved hand was extended out to you and pulled you up after you gratefully took it. Seconds later, you were wrapped in a fluffy towel as your boyfriend handed you a fresh change of clothes.
When you were done dressing, Xiao held you close by the waist and leapt up the rocks gracefully as if you weighed nothing to him. There, by the roots of the big tree laid a spacious blanket with a basket sitting in its middle.
“Xiao, did you bring all this?” you asked in awe, making yourself comfortable and peering into the little box.
“Well, you have not eaten anything yet but I´m not very familiar with mortal foods, so I just brought some fruits you said you enjoy,” he said. “I am sorry it is not more.”
“There´s really no need to apologise. I´m very grateful you were thoughtful enough to prepare this in the first place.” You patted the space next to you before pulling out a sunsettia and a small knife. “Here, try some of this. It´s very sweet and soft, a bit like almond tofu. I think you might like it.”
You continued sharing the fruits with Xiao until the last rays of the sun broke over the horizon and even though he previously noted how mortal foods didn´t agree with him, he still curiously tried a piece of all your favourites. When you were done, you sat the basket aside as your boyfriend scooted back to lean against the tree trunk, his open arms a clear invitation to slot yourself against him.
“Thank you for everything, my love. I really needed this.” You took his hand in yours and traced along the lines of his now un-gloved palm. Moving on to his fingertips, you brushed your lips against each of them before repeating the same for his knuckles. “You truly are my hero. You saved me even if it was just from myself.”
“This is the least I could do, (y/n). As my sworn duty, I have protected the people of Liyue for centuries. Recently, however, I have had a realisation. If there was ever a time where I had to choose between your safety and that of the people of Liyue, I might have to break my contract with Rex Lapis.” You whispered his name as his hand continued drawing random shapes into the small of your back. “Maybe it is selfish but I would lose myself without you. I would not be able to carry the burden if I could have prevented you from coming to harm. I have always honoured the duty given to me by the Lord of Geo but you have become much more important to me. You have helped me see this world from a different point of view and you have given me hope that someone like me could still be deserving of affection despite everything I have done.”
Your eyes watered at the sweet words your usually rather quiet boyfriend confessed to you. Pushing some of his teal strands out of his face, your view of his sharp amber eyes was now unobstructed.
“I think you don´t know how happy you´ve just made me. I´m flattered you think so highly of me but a lot of that change also came from you. It can be quite hard to let your guard down around others and voluntarily make yourself vulnerable in front of them in such a way. Yet you still took the leap and gave me a chance to come close to you. And for that, I´m truly grateful because I´ve met the most incredible person in all Teyvat through it. I love you, Xiao, and there´s no place I feel safer than with you.” There was no need for a verbal answer, the way he buried his nose in the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms tighter around you told you everything you needed to know. “Let´s stay like this for a little while longer, alright?”
His warm embrace shielded you against the cold of the night as you pointed out different constellations painted across the night sky. The longer you stared into the universe´s vast expanse, however, the harder it became to fend off the sleepiness trying to overcome you. In the end, your eyelids proved too heavy and you slowly gave in to the temptation of just letting them shut as his rhythmic heartbeat lulled you to a peaceful slumber.
Noting how your head had rolled back against his shoulder, Xiao carefully lifted you so as to not wake you again. Having spent a lot of time in this teapot realm with you, he had no trouble finding your bedroom at the mansion at the foot of the mountain. As he gently tucked you into bed, he couldn´t help but leave a last kiss against the crown of your head.
“I love you, too, (y/n). Have sweet dreams.”
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bluelolblue · 8 days
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Yk sometimes I just think that-
SANTINO IS JUST SO FCKING HOT LIKE HHSHSJAJSJJKS IM GOING INSANE HIS JAWLINE HIS CHEEKBONES HIS HANDS HIS HAIR HIS SUIT HIS WATCH HIS RING HIS EYESSSSSS HIS EVERYTHING AAAAAAAA IM LOSING MY MIND 😫😫😫
I’m ok I’m fine😀 not
-news anon
IKRRRR this is such a mood news anon 😭
Like, I just wanna LOSE MY MIND OVER HIMMMMMMM LIKE HOW IS BRO SO FUCKING HOOOOOOOTTTTTT AAAHHHH
SANTINOOOOOO ONE CHANCE PLEASEEE
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weeswine · 1 year
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Stuff I have noticed watching ST season 4 for the 5th or something time:
(Or just my rekindling of opinions and feelings)
Lucas wasn't a back stabber, he sent Jason and the crew to El and Hops old cabin (me too busy just focusing on Lucas (he is babygirl✨️))
Eddie isn't present for like 2 episodes and that is just a big wow [also Erica, miss her :(]
That classic shot of Eddie at the d&d table is not him being a dramatic whore™, rolling dice, but actually congratulating Erica
Why is Erica wearing the flag? Like slay and also the American theme song is playing but like girl?????
Erica supports the gays ✨️ (She probably is a gay 🇺🇲🇺🇸🇺🇲🇺🇸)
Angela still deserves that skate to the head [slayed !]
Murray is slay.
Still cant look at Robins outfit from the psych ward (sorry but yeah nah)
Alexei 😫
Jason is a leader but not a responsible or smart one, like he is hunting down a couple of 20 y/os and their half a dozen 14 y/o children??? And supporting his teammates to do the same (i didnt like him before but jeez dude)
also you can see his style of leadership of basketball and children hunting have some similarities sus
California Dreamin was played because ... *drumroll* THEY ARE IN CALIFORNIA!
The main group are the pick me girls of character developement (they dont develope like other characters~ they get desensitized and are used to death and gore *bites lip, tucks hair behind ear, giggles and pukes little*) but also geniuenly concerned for their sanity:
Argyle: Omg that dude dead, my 1st (?) death, the party is not here my dudes😔, wtf is happening, Ive never been through this, Im meant to deliver pizzas not dead bodies🍍🍍🍍
Byer boys + Mike: Oh my ✨️gawwdd✨️ Argyle get over it already ... like chop chop this agent died like 20 seconds ago move on !
(but they were in danger like Argyle indeed dude chop chop)
Does Yuri always just drug his coffee with sleepy pills? Like my guy thats not what coffee is meant to be used for, and the pills wouldve been low dosage cause unless Yuri is a maths wiz he wouldve been counting his mula for a while
Hop! Just dont have feet. At this point get rid of them! Get those 'orrid manky things outta 'ere!
The most horrific part of ST is not asshole Vecna and his gang, its just watching Hop get his feet dragged or him running around in the snow, no shoes, big cuts, the only thing keeping is feet on his body is Joyce, she is a super glue.
Vecna is more than just a piece of shit, hes the entire digestive system.
But him just targeting traumatised kids and touching them on the fore head, like: "Dw sweetie~ I'll fix you, shh is okay, you be nasty never again <3 Nurse Vecna will make you all better~ :)"
They are not nasty! They just been through some shit. Fuck you twerp
Freds visions with the funeral family giving ✨️Tisphone✨️ vibes ~♡
Early season 4 Mike is an asshole (dw it gets gayer *pats on head*)
Steve 🥰
Robin 😍
Nancy 😘
Eddie 🤩 (star fish boy)
Together united in harmony, they are the power Rangers💕💞✨️✨️
Dacre Montgomery (Billy) was in power Rangers (hes also aAussie which is just so oool)
Conspirewithme: #headcanons
Joyce could totally just go 1v1 brawl with the entirety of the upsidedown, Id pay to see it.
That guy who hired Robin and Steve who also worked at the arcade defo played d&d with Eddie at some point
I need to see El just have a giant therapy dog (think Perrito but Great Dame size)
Mike might be projecting Will onto El butttt he bi af, have you seen his cheekbones??? ( im watching a documentary on "Mike Gay????😱😱")
I am only up to the beggingin of episode 5, gods i hope this makes sense and im not accidently offending anyone
(Im a tag sl**)🐌
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musette22 · 2 years
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Minnie, I just woke up after staying up way too late and my entire dash is new Seb pics 😭😭😭
And I'm not complaining, but also I am complaining because howwwww is it possible for him to disappear from us for so long and emerge looking like that?!
The hair! The eyes! The cheekbones! THE TAN! Honestly I don't know how I'm supposed to go about the rest of my day now.
But seriously I'm glad that he's taken time for himself and clearly enjoyed his privacy because he looks super happy and absolutely glowing
I'm just real happy for him! 🥹🥹🥹
Sending you lots of love for a fantastic weekend ahead! ✨✨✨ I think we're gonna get a lot more Seb content until the Emmys so buckle in! 😘💕
TEJ 🥺🥺💖💖
I also woke up late because I stayed up late reading Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop, and HOLY FUCKIN SHIT 🔥🔥🔥 I nearly passed out from how hot that was, jesus christ in heaven 😫 I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE DEPRIVED MYSELF OF THIS BEAUTY FOR SO LONG. I swear to god it felt like it was written for me, it just hit allllll the spots 🥴 It's honestly something I could've written myself, but not as good obviously 😂 So many similarities with some of my fics that I almost can't believe I've never read it before?? Weird. AND it has a beastie boys title, like could it get any more perfect?!
ANYWAYS, thank you for encouraging me to read it, I am now a changed woman 🙏🏻💛
And now back to the order of the day, which is Sebastian looking absolutely insanely pretty and perfect and darling 😫💕💫 You're absolutely right, he IS glowing, he seems so content and pleased and at ease, I absolutely love to see it!!! 🥺💖 I totally agree: privacy looks good on him, even if it's a little sad for us to see him a little less. I hope you're right about lots more Seb content till the Emmys, I can't get enough of his face 🥰🥰
I'm on my way to Amsterdam for the weekend so hopefully it'll be a fun one!! 💛 I hope your weekend is beautiful and you'll get to do all the things you enjoy 💕💕 Love you, hon!!
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for some reason i wanna take it slow w tyun
nothing extreme and rough just being gentle w each other, praising him just to see his adorable smile☹️ he's so desperate for your touch that he'd start begging for it😞😞(it'd be hard to let go of his pride but he'd still do it lolol)
HOWEVER OMG
so i was thinking about...fucking him right before the concert 🫣🫣like in some abandoned closet room or something like that,,, he'd be so impatient and needy, telling you to be faster since he has to be on stage really soon:(( and so you tugging on his blueish hair got him cumming so hard he could barely hold his whimpers:((
p.s. i miss u already 😥come back soon ❣️
i missed you toooo<3333, sadly i'm not fully back, i'll be trying to answer some asks here and there but i'm still gonna be pretty busy over the next while😞😞
but that's not important, cuz that blue hair rlly got him on my mind rnnn
before a concertttt, like holy shit, how does your brain come up with the best ideas😫????
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there's about twenty minutes before the boys are supposed to be onstage so you decide to go wish your tae some...good luck,
popping your head into his dressing room where the makeup artist is making him all pretty, dusting some blush over his cheekbones, scolding him to sit still when he squirms from seeing you in the mirror.
"hey tae,"
"hi," he brushes a hand at the artist, pushing her away lightly without any force, eyes stuck on you all while a smile curls at your lips. "y-you can go now."
"but-" they look at you, then back at taehyun before quickly making up their mind and packing up their stuff to get out of there as soon as they possibly can
and when the ten minutes until they're supposed to be onstage announcement is made,
through the door of his dressing room, asking him of he needs any last minute touching up or anything
well, he's not very ready
because all the while your hand covers his mouth to keep any noises from slipping out, your other down the front of his pants, not even pulled down in your haste
he whines when they leave and you uncover his mouth, bucking up into your touch, face sinfully, delectably red as he tries not to drool or cry and mess up his pretty makeup
"f-faster, please, i need to be on stage soon~" he moans, pawing at your wrist in an effort to do exactly that
you simply slap his wrist away, nipping at the shell of his ear. "i say how fast-you got that? have patience."
he whimpers but nods, eyes falling shut, trying not to scream when you speed up
"five minutes! hurry up!"
he pants, heavy broken gasps, mewling in hopes of enticing you to go faster. "y-y/n, please, i n-need to g-go~"
you stay stubborn to his pleas, hushing him in his ear, licking up the side of his neck
"p-please," he sobs,
your hand comes up, forcing his head up by his pretty blueish hair that you can't seem to get enough of. "don't be gree-"
he shudders, a high-pitched moan, too loud for where you currently are slips from his lips as his back arches, pushing himself into your hand. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he swears he can see stars
and when he finally comes out of it, heaving and sweating and looking at what a mess he is in the mirror, getting simultaniously more turned on and a panicked wreck because holy shit-
"did you just cum?" you whisper
he swallows thickly with a nod, shutting his eyes.
panicked because from where he is in your arms, he can see the time, and you just gave him a mind-blowing, unrecoverable orgasm exactly two minutes before he was supposed to be onstage
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lol, sorry this isn't very good, i'm kinda tired but i needed to reply to this one😫😫
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vadergf · 3 years
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Bestie I know we’ve never talked but I saw that you’re watching s&b and can I just say I hope you also become a kaz brekker stan <3
I really think I will😫😫😫😫😫😫HES SO FINE. AND SO SMART. AND THAT IS LIT-RALLY MY TYPE OK
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ragingbookdragon · 2 years
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We need more Barry allen x vampire reader 😫😩
Oh? We do? Well, it's a good thing I like my Vampire!Reader :)
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When she sat down at the table, an unnerved feeling came over her and she looked to Hal who was sitting next to her. “Something’s off. Why do I feel odd?”
Hal hummed but didn’t take his eyes off his phone as he tipped his head to the side. “Barry’s overheating. He’s probably raised the temperature of the room by at least three degrees.”
She leaned forward and looked past Hal to the Speedster currently flopped forward on the meeting table, arms strung out past his head. Sure enough, when she reached over, she felt the rolling waves of heat coming across him. “Divines, what’s causing this?”
“Something about his body burning so much energy that it converts it into heat,” Hal offhandedly mentioned, and Barry lolled his head.
“It’s so hotttttttt!” he whined, cheeks flushed crimson; he looked like he was about to start pulling the suit off to get out of sweating in it. “Can’t the air conditioner go down any further?”
Hal snorted. “We might as well just toss you out the airlock, Bar.”
“At this point, I’d be totally okay with that,” he griped, swiping a hand across his forehead, collecting the sweat. “It’s so hot.”
She rose from her seat and walked over so that she stood behind Barry’s chair. “Barry, sit up for me.”
He groaned. “I don’t wanna. S’too hot.”
“Sit. Up.” she commanded lowly, and he shot up in his seat though a frown was on his face. Raising her hands, she placed them on his cheeks and Barry shivered at the chill. “Okay?”
“Mhm,” he murmured, shutting his eyes. “Your hands are cold.”
“I can make them colder,” she replied, fingers beginning to glow a soft ice-blue, and she trailed them up his cheekbones to his temples, fingers slipping into his blond hair.
Barry let out a content sigh as she shifted her hands and placed them on the side of his neck and slowly drug them up his skin and back into his hair, repeating the process over and over again until the sweat began to dry—well, freeze, and he stopped panting from overheating.
She swore Barry had fallen asleep by the time she was satisfied with his temperament, and when she pulled away, intent to go back to her seat, he whined and pulled her hands back, placing them back on his body.
“Nooooooo,” he whined softly. “Keep doing that…please.”
Grinning to herself, she gently tipped his head back with one hand underneath his chin, the other tracing across his cheek. Her long stilettoed nails pressed against his throat causing Barry to suck in a sharp breath as it became just a little harder the breathe. He opened his eyes and stared into her umber ones, seeing something that caused his cheeks to flush with a different type of heat.
Whatever she wanted to find and take, she did as she lifted her grip from his throat and patted both his cheeks before walking back to her seat. For a moment, Barry sat still, unable to compose himself, and before he even could try, he heard, “Is it weird that I’m aroused by whatever the fuck I just witnessed? Because I am.”
She snickered at Hal’s comment and Barry’s cheeks tinted crimson as he buried his face in his arms and let out a breathless and embarrassed laugh.
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