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Using their strong biceps - Primarch Husband's x Wife!Reader

While you and your husband spoke with the High Lords, you were free to join their discussion. As the conversation flowed, you gently tugged on your husband’s arm, quietly asking if you could accompany them to the public address. After a brief pause, they agreed but on one condition, you had to stay by their side, very close to them.

You eagerly nodded, wrapping your arm around theirs and holding on tightly, as if letting go would somehow separate you. You nodded again, determined to stay close, especially since the two of you would soon be standing before a crowd of civilians.

Now, you stood together on a small stage, listening as one of the High Lords delivered a speech to the people. The speech was solemn, addressing the current state of the world and ensuring Terra remained vigilant. Your husband stood tall, eyes fixed on the crowd, their presence radiating strength. You remained pressed to their side, content to stay close as you watched the sea of faces below.

Then, soft footsteps caught your attention. You turned your head and saw a small child approaching the stage, clutching a delicate flower. You blinked in confusion but soon smiled, touched by the innocent gesture.

The child extended the flower toward you, offering it with an outstretched hand. You instinctively tried to step forward, but the edge of the stage made you hesitate one wrong step, and you might fall. You don't want to disturb your husband or made yourself separate from them, not making them worried about you.

You bit your lip, feeling guilty at the thought of ignoring the child's kindness, and looked around, searching for a solution.

Your husband, ever observant, noticed your fidgeting. They turned to you with a subtle look of concern, silently asking what was wrong. You shifted your gaze back to the child, and your husband followed your gaze.

Without missing a beat, they silently raised their arm, gesturing for you to use their bicep as support. You blinked in surprise, but they nodded, silently reassuring you. Grateful, you held onto their arm gladly, they're not in their armor just in their normal uniform and leaned forward carefully, stretching toward the child as they stepped closer, the flower still extended.

Your grip on your husband’s arm tightened instinctively, but they didn’t flinch or show any sign of discomfort their strength unwavering. They are very strong.

Successfully, your fingers brushed against the flower, and you gently took it from the child's hand. You straightened up, pulling yourself back against your husband as the child beamed with happiness before turning and skipping away.

You brought the flower to your nose, breathing in its soft fragrance, admiring its beauty. A genuine smile spread across your face, and when you turned to your husband, they were already watching you.

They admired your happiness, the way your eyes sparkled as you cherished such a simple, heartfelt gift. Without a word, they leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, their lips lingering for just a moment.

You blushed, your smile growing even wider, and then the two of you turned back to face the crowd, listening to the High Lord’s speech. But this time, your husband held you even closer, as if silently promising to always keep you within reach.

n: this is all of a sudden an idea, I just saw a few lots of fanarts of men's biceps, like, oh my, those arms... Yeah I was like what if the primarchs biceps ��(˃͈ ˂͈ ) I'm open for requests and please read the info.

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Daniel Ricciardo at the 2017 Austin GP Drivers’ Briefing

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biting those biceps 💯💯

credit: marvel_obsessed_1

[seongclb]

??????????????? I CANNOT. WHAT RHE HELL

[heyitsnaardi]

it's too early to be provoking this way ffs

part 2??

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Kiss me Bastard

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[youvebeentold]

Dominic Guberlet (@dom_luvs_) showing us what he’s got underneath those gym shorts

[angelfic]

jason invites reader over to the wayne manor. in the night, she wakes him up because she cant go to the bathroom alone in the dark hallway

jason todd x reader

warnings — none! other than jason being sexy as usual u know the drill

a/n; thank you for the request safina!! I hope I delivered and made you yearn for sleepy jason as much as i do <3

“Psst! Jason. Jason, hey,” you whisper, gently shaking his arm. “Jay.”

No response.

“Jason,” you try again, a little louder this time, wincing when your voice echoes a little in the dead of the night in his childhood bedroom.

He grumbles, shifting to turn in your direction, eyes still closed. “What?” His voice is thick with sleep, rough but warm.

You let your eyes roam over his sleeping form and smile at the way his features have softened as he slumbers. It’s a sharp contrast from the way he entered Wayne manor, all clenched jaw and expressionless eyes. As the evening went on, he slowly began to shed the protective armour as he bantered with his siblings and held your hand for comfort. You don’t wanna wake him.

Unfortunately, the need to pee becomes agonising and you decide Jason can have a peaceful nights sleep tomorrow.

“I really have to go to the bathroom, Jay.”

Jason shifts again, curling further into his duvet. “So go, baby,” he mumbles. “Bathroom’s down the hall and to the right.”

You bite your lip. “I don’t wanna go alone. It’s scary.”

He opens his eyes at that and stares at you, clearly holding back a laugh. “You serious?”

“Yes,” you huff, crossing your arms and frowning at him. “The halls are creepy.”

Jason sighs, but sits up all the same, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re in a house full of vigilantes. If there were ghosts roaming the halls, we’d know about them. Probably.”

You glare at him. “Jason.”

He smirks sleepily, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up. “Fine, fine,” he mutters, stretching his arms up over his head. His t-shirt is a little small for him and the hems of his flannel pyjama pants don’t quite go past his ankles, evidence of him forgetting to bring something to sleep in and having to sift through his old stuff.

You laughed at him the night before, but the way his shirt is stretching across his chest and his hair is messy with sleep has you forgetting you’re about to pee yourself for a second.

“Let’s go,” he nods to the door, hand outstretched to lace your fingers together, tugging at you to get out of bed. He mistakes your temporary distracted state for apprehension and tilts his head. “Hey, come on. We can brave the big, scary hallway ghosts together.”

You sober up quickly, frowning at him, but letting him lead you out all the same.

Jason steps out into the dark hallway first, and you follow, allowing him to stand you in front of him with his hands around your waist as he walks you down.

You’re too focused on attempting to develop night vision, squinting down the hallway when Jason leans down and whispers, “Boo.”

Twisting to look up at him, you smack his arm. “Jason Todd, I swear—”

“What are you two doing up?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at another voice rumbling up from down the hall, hastily stepping back and jumping back into Jason’s chest. You clutch your chest at the sight of Dick, still looking half asleep.

Jason rolls his eyes, completely unfazed. You’re still catching your breath when the two of you reach the end of the hallway.

“Bathroom,” Jason says, lazily. “Someone was too scared to go alone.”

“Ah,” Dick says, understanding dawning on his face as he smiles politely at you, probably wanting to laugh. Unlike a certain boyfriend of yours, he’s gentlemanly enough not to make fun. Gesturing to the door, he steps back. “Ladies first.”

“Thank you, Dick.” You smile gratefully at him, entering the bathroom, but not before throwing another glare in Jason’s direction as you shut the door.

He shakes his head, unable to stop himself laughing this time as he dutifully moves to stand guard in front of the door.

Dick stays there, watching Jason with a weird look. The growing smirk on his face from watching his brother be so diligent in your protection against… absolutely nothing, has Jason’s own smile fading into suspicion.

“What?” he asks, gruffly.

Dick shrugs. “Nothing,” he replies innocently, but the way the corners of his lips are twitching makes Jason scowl.

“Shut up.”

[proto-humanoid]

[spurbleu]

simon is a chronic starer. thank god this freak doesn’t have blue eyes.

kyle invited you to a pub.

hadn’t seen that man in a near decade, family friend who was lost to circumstance and a lack of serendipity. you were excited to hear what he’d been up to, what he swamped while knee deep on deployments.

last minute he asks if his friend can join you.

wasn’t a problem. any friend of kyle’s is a friend of yours, he has an impeccable sense of character. but you sorely regret your lenience when you sit down and the stranger stares.

you’re tapping your nail against your glass, kyle’s soliloquy foggy as you vehemently avoid eye contact with the bloke who has yet to move his eyes from you.

sweat forms, mouth dries, breath stales. its like he’s glued you to the seat. fly in a trap. his eyes are darker than honey though. molasses, dirt that’s seemed to dig your grave while your still breathing and-

your name grounds you. you blink.

kyle’s eyes narrow. “you alright?”

“uh,” you steal a glance at the stranger. he’s still staring.

kyle follows your eyes and snorts through he nose. pats the man’s shoulder and your shocked he doesn’t bite.

“oh, don’t worry about simon,” he winks at you.

“means he likes you.”

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