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makeupartistsstuff · 2 years ago
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Everything you need to know about Microblading
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Microblading is a form of semi-permanent makeup that involves using a handheld tool to deposit pigment into the skin in the form of hair-like strokes. It is often used to enhance the eyebrows, giving them a fuller and more defined look.
The procedure is typically done by a trained and licensed aesthetician or tattoo artist, who uses a small, sterile blade to make precise, hair-like incisions in the skin. A pigment is then deposited into the incisions, which helps to create the appearance of natural brow hairs. The procedure takes about two hours to complete, and the results can last for several months to a year, depending on the individual's skin type and other factors.
Before getting microblading, it is important to do your research and choose a reputable and experienced practitioner. It is also important to have a thorough consultation with the practitioner beforehand to discuss your desired look and to address any questions or concerns you may have.
After the procedure, the treated area may be red and swollen for a few days, and the pigment may appear darker than desired at first. However, the color will fade over the course of a few weeks, and the final result will be more natural-looking. It is important to follow aftercare instructions provided by the practitioner, which may include keeping the area clean and moisturized, avoiding certain activities and products, and scheduling touch-up appointments as needed.
Microblading Manchester is generally considered safe, but like any cosmetic procedure, there are risks and potential complications that should be discussed with a practitioner beforehand. These may include infection, allergic reactions, and scarring. It is also important to note that microblading is not suitable for everyone, and those with certain medical conditions or skin conditions may not be candidates for the procedure.
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cherrypiewhy · 7 months ago
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hair goals 🌷💞
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wolfram-petanu · 1 year ago
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okay am i going insane or is Slime wearing makeup in thonight's episode?
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cannibalgh0st · 2 years ago
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I liked my eye makeup from yesterday( ´∀`)
I hardly really do makeup everyday now but I'm happy when I do!! ♡=(^o^)=♡
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yvmoveon · 6 months ago
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Trying to decide if i should get my lips blushed. I absolutely loveeeee the look man. It's so pretty and subtle.
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cronicasdeunafashionista · 1 year ago
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wishmemel · 8 months ago
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GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HER PERSONAL COLOUR?
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shontellarchive · 2 years ago
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#Dess Dior #statement pant #monochromatic #pink
#ATL
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kashilascorner · 2 years ago
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One of the very best spent 1€ of my life was getting that red makeup crayon
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thefabelmans2022 · 2 years ago
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this is gonna be mean but like what is with the popularity of heavy make-up but no lip colour looks recently......like it doesn't look good so what's the reason
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makeupartistsstuff · 2 years ago
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What is Microblading ?
Microblading is a cosmetic tattooing technique that involves using a handheld tool to deposit pigment into the skin. It is typically used to enhance or reshape the eyebrows by creating the appearance of hair-like strokes.
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The pigment is deposited into the upper layers of the skin, known as the dermis, using a tool that consists of a row of fine needles. The needles are used to make small, hair-like strokes in the skin, which mimic the appearance of natural eyebrows.
Microblading is a semi-permanent procedure, meaning that the pigment will gradually fade over time. Touch-up treatments may be necessary to maintain the desired look. The length of time that the pigment lasts can vary depending on factors such as the individual's skin type, sun exposure, and skincare routine.
Microblading Manchester is often chosen by people who want to enhance the shape, fullness, or symmetry of their eyebrows. It can be an option for people who have thin or sparse eyebrows, or for those who have lost their eyebrows due to medical conditions or treatments. However, it is not suitable for everyone, and it is important to consult with a qualified practitioner to determine whether microblading is right for you.
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thetangibleghost · 1 month ago
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"give me a beer, a lullaby, and a word in my ear" -guy at a speed dating event in my dream
#dream log#also had a dream that this green alien came up to me on the street and like wanted me to pick it up and take it somewhere#the like video game objective changed to#changed to go home#but i didnt know where that was so i just started running#but as i. running the alien is like bouncing and it starts blushing#and later when i put in down to kind ageg my bearings its like super wet#between the legs and im like. oh man i think i need to fuck this thing#and i know theirs a game mechannic where you can have sex in bushes and stiff but im like 'no ill just go home first' but when i pick the#alien back up i get a 'failed objective' notification cause i never made it home i guess :(#and another dream. i was back in middle school math. there was a seat that was right infront of and right next to two people i was friends#with plus super close to my crush (other side of my friend) and there was a guy sitting there#but he was like. literally a fly. so i snapped and he just dropped dead.#and i got to sit there. my friend then was like “see this?” and pointed to her lip#and i wa slike “yeah” even though i didnt see anything#and she was like “you can hide a lot of your burdens but you cant hide a hickey” and i was like. man. am i supposed to do somehting sbout#that? idk im pretty sure this is a dream. did she actually say this to me before? am i supposed to do somehting now?“. but then the dream#ended#THEN these are out of order but then i had a dream i was in some sort of summer camp thing? people kept going home. my friend M. went home#home and left me a bunch of her clothes. one of the guys asked some sort of question about sleeping with him. and i was like “no? lol.”#then i invited a different guy to come watch me change and that first guy was i guess also in the room and was like “you know people can se#you through the window right?“ and i was like ”duh. its ohio. thats kinda the point.“#so. whatever that one means.#THEN last one THEN my cousin drove me to an abandoned trailer to explore and it had “too lo” or something spray painted on it or somehting#so then he finished the word to say “too long” or somehting of that nature. and then spray panted the handle of the door blue#and we went in side but the inside was all done up? like really fucking fancy#the kitched was completely lainted in this van gogh style and my cousin goes ��this isnt haunted... its fixed up.”#so wel left. i think be showed me something else before that too but i dont remember#in the summer camp one i spent a long time trying to find these snake/pomegranate earings? they were blue abd green
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webism · 2 months ago
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pornstar!sukuna who has a niche for the dark and dangerous, he only accepts shoots that cater to his more… intense nature—ropes and chains and gags and rigs beyond the regular bedroom scenes.
pornstar!sukuna who works with many other actors and actresses. he's demeaned and degraded more people for a pay check than he can count, but his favourite is you. you’re not so easy to break, which he likes—plus, videos in which you bite back make double the profit.
pornstar!sukuna who is easy to agree when you call him one night asking for a favour. you were meant to do a camshow with another pornstar when he cancelled last minute—and you know people are excited for this one, if you don’t want to miss out on a paycheck you’d need to find a quick replacement.
pornstar!sukuna who is expecting a homemade bd/sm rig to greet him when he walks into your home that night.
pornstar!sukuna who isn’t expecting a bed with a pink duvet and matching fluffy pink handcuffs hanging from your headboard. it’s cute, he thinks—he can picture the scene, you laid out and fucked like a whore in pink. he’s eager, until you tell him the handcuffs aren’t for you, but for him.
pornstar!sukuna who is about ready to walk out, to tell you off for even assuming he’d do such things on camera, that he'd ruin his crafted image of this sadistic figurehead for a camshow of all things.
pornstar!sukuna who just can't say no and turn on his heels, not when you look up at him like that, your pretty eyes just too convincing. He's seen you fucked out and stupidly cockdrunk before, he knows what you look like when you submit wholly to him, and though it's a beautiful sight—one of his favourites—he can't deny that he's intrigued to know how you look through his eyes when they're glossed with desperate pleasure.
pornstar!sukuna, the notorious dominant, who loads up on thousands. of peoples screens handcuffed to a pink bed. Everything pink: the cuffs, the sheets, his mussed hair, the pretty blush that paints the bridge of his nose, the leaky tip of his cock as you stroke it, your nails painted pink to match.
pornstar!sukuna who growls when people start tipping each time he gets close to cumming. who looks so insanely out of place, big and imposing and so covered in tattoos that even his ridiculous length has been inked to an extent, all needy and growing all the more desperate as you keep denying him his orgasm. wrists chained to your wooden headboard, his muscles ache with the temptation of breaking free.
pornstar!sukuna who can't help but wonder if his life has been flipped on its head when you start praising him and he moans at your words alone. Who, for all his life has gotten off on inflicting the worst onto others, and can now feel the most powerful orgasm of his life cresting when those narcotic words spill from your lips. "doing so well for me, god you look good like this, sukuna."
pornstar!sukuna who can only hold on for so long before his taut-pulled patience snaps and burns on impact. so when he's watching himself through the display of your laptop, cock red and angry as it leaks in need at your denial of his orgasm again, he snaps.
pornstar!sukuna who breaks your handcuffs with one pull, and has you flipped over and taking his mean cock in less time than it takes you to process his movements. who is glad you were enjoying torturing him, because you're so wet that the stretch of his cock is only searingly painful and you're not pushed to tears... this time.
pornstar!sukuna who fucks you mindless for toying with him for so long. for airing out a side of him that is weak in the bones for you, and plastering it on the internet for anyone to see. he bullies his cock into you, mean and unrelenting—yet whispers the sweetest of nothings into your ear as he does so, low enough that your mic can't pick up on them—your ears only.
pornstar!sukuna who kisses you when he cums. his lip piercing cold against your lips, your legs shaking in desperate need for mercy as he paints your insides white.
pornstar!sukuna who laughs when you, in your cum-drunk haze, try to reach for your laptop to turn off the camshow.
pornstar!sukuna who promises your now-doubled viewer count that the stream won't end until you've come ten times on his cock—he's going to make an example out of you.
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screampied · 5 months ago
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✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, vīrgin gojo, established relationship, doggy, whiny gojo, premature ejac, mdni.
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loserboy gojo who’s so confident to fuck you stupid once you give him a chance but folds the moment he goes inside raw for the first time.
he blabbers and blabbers to you on a daily of how there’s over ten thousand nerves in the clit, how he’s just so ‘good with his fingers’ and even brags at how his good his strokes are.
but the moment he’s leisurely delving his cock into your sopping walls, ogling at how easy his blushing pink tip disappears onside you, he grunts. so warm, you’ve got the stretch that’s so gripping that it practically gives him whiplash. “ngh, such a pretty girl, thaaaat’s it,” a single breath rips from his windpipe, combing a few fingers against the fat edges of your ass. you moan, instinctively wriggling your hips against his pelvis and he hisses. “fuck, fuck baby, godddd.”
and already, he’s a mess.
naturally sheeny slick lips rub against each other as he digs his slender fingers, slender fingertips into the soft parts of your flesh. gojo’s shaking, he’s never felt it from the inside, he’s shaking so much that it’s almost mouthwatering. a swirling pool of saliva starts to fill inside his mouth as he’s gradually trying to make a thorough piston of his hips. “s- satoru, harder,” you moan, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you almost immediately.
as he’s deepening himself inside, he shudders.
by now, his eyes become droopy.
gojo stares at your body, perfectly arched and hunched over.
as you’re in such a lewd position of doggy, a plump, sweaty thumb of his traces against the curvature of your body.
“s- sooo pretty,” he coos out, and he’s feeling the crazed repetitive throb on his tip accelerate. each second he spends inside, trying to give you every inch, he’s about to lose it. he’s panting, huffing out short breaths as the squelches of your cunt makes him ten times harder. once his hips finally start, he yanks onto the back of your shirt. the fabric makes a shrilling riiiip and you could hear it tearing a bit from his feral grip. “ugh, ‘s warm inside baby, ‘m not gonna last.”
and he doesn’t last—
all that talk about fucking you stupid, making you moan his name, and he’s the one babbling yours.
lengthy snowy lashes squeeze themselves tight as he’s barely even giving you any pumps. he’s practically humping your cunt like a pillow, trying to memorize specific positions from this one thread he’s read. a thread that had a title of ‘how to fuck a girl right, no clickbait.’
and of course, with a smug conceited grin, satoru clicks the link, jotting down everything in his notes.
he was gonna be the best you’ve had.
yet, the moment he’s stuffed inside your sloppy pussy, he could barely last a few seconds. because as his breaths continue to grow raspier and raspier, he’s already cumming.
it shoots out quick— it’s hot, velvet ropes pour inside between your folds as he’s trying to reel you back against him.
clashing, rutting hips that come to a brief halt once he realizes he came too quick. pretty lips curl into a surprised ‘o’ and his husky grunt makes your own cunt pulsate. his hits against you was sloppy, rhythm barely able to keep up a pace. you’re on all fours, feeling his entire cock from his flustered crown plug you in until you feel his body rumbling against you.
“o- oh, fuck fuuuckkk,” he whimpers, trying to thrust some more but he’s already finished.
out of all the enemies he’s fought, gojo satoru was never no match for your sweet, sweet cunt.
the real villain,
he’s feeling himself dump into you raw and he can feel droplets of drool dribble down his chin.
it’s so tepid inside, sweltering your gummy walls up to your womb with his sticky, oozing cum. you moan, raising your ass up as he’s still got clammy fingertips burying into the depths of your skin.
you’ve got him drooling for more, heaving heavy pants exiting from his full lungs and his bottom lip quivers. he watches with docile, blown irises at the way your pussy sucks it up.
he’s dimwitted, witnessing as a pretty milky, translucent form around his weighty base. his tip was a reddened pink, and the thought of pulling out only makes him whimper. he’s addicted, and more importantly, he’s whipped.
a bundle of slender fingers wisp near your runny, full pussy before he swipes a thumb across, getting a taste himself.
“y- you taste so sweet with my cum,” he hiccups, hissing almost immediately after you teasingly jerk your hips back against him. “ngh, baby. wish you could see this mess. ‘s sloppy ‘n so pretty,” and he’s still buried deep, to the very hilt before slowly pulling out.
the moment gojo does, your folds gradually emits out his seed and it’s so sexy.
the way his sloppy seed bubbles out, he licks his lips, a feral look burning against his pupils for more. more of you.
he could watch this view all day — you’re curling up your toes in blissful rapture as you feel his bright, blue eyes burn into your backside. “god, ‘s gonna spill out. hold on, baby.”
“s- satoru,” you whine, and that’s when you heard a bit of shuffling. without even thinking, he gets down and flicks his tongue against your soddened cunt, lapping up the bitterly sweet taste of his own cum. he moans against your entrance, burring low grunts vibrate against your clit before his faint sucks turn into filthy slurps. “mh, good boy, ‘toru. jus’ like that.”
and he feels his flaccid dick twitch at your praise. gojo reaches down toward his twitching shaft, a big hand wrapping around it before stroking it off to your sweet, melodic voice. “again,” he whines, his rickety hips now humping against the thick cloudy bedsheets. as his nose brushes up against your pussy, he continues to drink you clean, swirling the tip of his feverish pink tongue against the mess he created.
“call me a good boy, w- wanna be your good boy, baby.”
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slytherinslut0 · 1 year ago
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
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author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.
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-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.
“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”
He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”
He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.
He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
“Who was that guy, darling?”
You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”
He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”
You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”
Mattheo Riddle.
“Who the fuck-“
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
“Is this fucker bothering you?”
Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“
He’d heard more than enough.
“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”
Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:
“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”
Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”
You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-
Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”
As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
“AVADA KEDA-“
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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writersdrug · 4 months ago
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Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of man who:
In your shared home, always sits with his legs spread. Manspreading king. Adores it when you cross your arms and give him a disapproving look, saying there's no room for you. "Course there is, luv. Jus' sit between my thighs."
Refuses to let you do simple tasks around the house, like making tea, folding his underwear, or putting away the dishes. One might think it's a sweet, husbandly gesture - but he's just super picky. You made tea in the microwave once, and now you're banned from ever touching his tea stash. Likes his underwear folded in a specific way, and you don't understand the importance of it. He got tired of you stuffing his underwear in his drawer, so now he folds it himself. And the dishes? Couldn't stand how you put them away. "There's no rhyme or reason to 'em." "I didn't think there had to be, Si-" "Just gimme the damn bowl." Fewer chores? You aren't complaining.
Looks like he's always on edge - and he is, kinda. When he's out with you, he can't help but be alert and watchful, and extremely protective of you. You've tried to get him to loosen up - it's the supermarket, what could happen? - but have just come to accept it as his nature. Plus, you get that giddy feeling when you see other men look straight down at the floor, avoiding Simon's stare as the two of you pass.
Is the grumpiest, poutiest, and most indignant man ever when he gets sick. Doesn't want you doting on him in case you catch whatever he has. But, wait - where are you going? "Get your ass back in this bed - 'm cold." Grumbles like a child when you force him to let you get up to grab him soup, tea, or medicine. And no, he doesn't care how sick he is, he's not wearing that stupid, floppy ice pack hat.
Brings Johnny over unannounced, and you've grown used to it. The moment you hear that Scottish yapping out the front door as the key unlocks, you grab a third plate for dinner - he insists you don't need to feed him, but you always make extra for Simon's lunch the next day regardless, and the last time he'd said that, he ended up grabbing an extra fork and picking from Simon's plate. Which, of course, had Simon up at 1 am making instant ramen because he was still hungry, but didn't have the heart to ask you to make him a decent meal. So, yes, Johnny would be fed.
Loves spoiling you on your birthday. What is a man if not someone who spoils his partner rotten? Orders in food from your favorite bakery, sets all your presents neat and nice on the table (the excellent wrapping job done by yours truly, Gaz), flower petals sprinkled on the ground and the table top (also Gaz's idea), and a seat on his lap so for you while you open your presents. Loves watching your face light up, and each little "you remembered?!" fall from your lips as you open each gift. Scoffs and shifts in his seat. "I's not that much of a fuss, luv..." as you squeal excitedly, but you know he's biting back a proud smile. The blush, he can't even attempt to hide.
Is somehow a magnet for your young nephews. Every time he comes along to your sister's place, he's either making conversation with her husband in the living room, or he's interrogated and cornered by her two sons. And, lord help him, he doesn't understand it either. He'd always expected kids to look at him like a monster, but, especially with these two, that was never the case. They'd ask him for stories about "being in war" - half of the time, he'd make up some not-too-gory adventure, sparing them the details of real war. The rest of the time, he'd talk about "Soap, my mate who blows everything up." And they'd listen with wide eyes and jaws on the floor.
Has scared you unintentionally, more than too many times. He'd come home at three in the morning from a mission, and all he wanted was to quietly peel his dirty uniform off and slip into bed with you. His main intention was to avoid waking you up, because you'd force him to shower before joining you in bed - and he was too tired for that. However, you'd been rounding the corner, up for your 3 am glass of water - you screamed as you saw the hulking, dark figure by the front door, launching your phone at him. He'd caught it effortlessly and shoved it into his back pocket. "What've I told ya 'bout using the bat?" "I was just getting water!" "I coulda been anyone." "Well you're not." "Missed ya, luvie." "Missed you too- but you're grimy. Go take a-" "No." He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he hauled you back to bed.
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