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[problemcore]

not trying to pry, but i wanted to try and offer some assurance that there are people that have been through, are going through, and will go through a similar experience. it's not fun but it happens, and at the end of the day, any questioning will be good in the end sinct it'll help solidify how you self identify, whether it be through better matching labels or reaffirmingy your current ones. make sure to take time to enjoy the things you love and hang out with your friends

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[maidragoste]

Something wrong with me

Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Jacaerys comforts his wife after she tells him her worries.

I hope you have a good read. If you like it, don't hesitate to like, comment and reblog. These three things serve to motivate the writer to continue writing 🥰💖

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Something had happened. Jacaerys had no idea what she was but she knew something had happened because today you seemed distracted all day and during dinner, you barely spoke and you didn't eat much either so your husband was worried. First, he waited to see if you would tell him what the reason for your distress was, but now that you were both alone and in the shelter of his bed, your head on his chest and his arms hugging you, even so, you still didn't seem to dare to tell him so. He decided to ask you directly.

“Today I noticed you were distracted, my lady,” he said as he caressed your waist with one of his hands. “Do you want to tell me what is worrying you? That might make you feel better” he asked softly making you look at him.

“I'm bleeding,” you noticed the panic in your husband's eyes so you hurried to clarify. I mean my moon blood” You felt his body relax again.

Jacaerys thought about getting up and asking the maester to bring you some tea to alleviate any discomfort you had but when he was about to ask you to please move so he was going to look for the maester you surprised him by talking again.

“Are you disappointed?” You asked, abandoning the warmth of his chest to get a good look at his reaction, not wanting to miss any small-expression or movement. But your husband didn't look angry or sad but rather he seemed confused.

“Why would I be disappointed?” he asked, feeling lost. You hadn't done anything to make him or his family feel bad nor had you broken your marriage vows so he didn't understand how you could have let him down.

“Because I'm not pregnant!” you responded with obvious frustration and eyes full of unshed tears. You looked away and sat down feeling ashamed of yourself, for having lost your temper and especially for not fulfilling your duties. “And there's obviously something wrong with me,” you said, finally saying out loud what you had been thinking all day since you saw your red-stained clothes.

You hid your face in your hands, not wanting the prince to see that you were starting to cry. Barely a few seconds passed when Jacaerys was in front of you, gently removing your hands from your face. He felt pain in his heart when he saw your beautiful eyes full of sadness and tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Hey, don't talk about yourself like that. There is nothing wrong with you, my sweet wife. Your value is above the children you can give me” he said while carefully wiping away the tears. “You are more important than that, you are the one who gives me love and joy every day” he gently takes your face before kissing you on your forehead, his lips soon land on the tip of your nose and then on your cheeks, he begins to spread kisses all over your face until finally the tears stop and a smile forms on your lips and Jace finally kisses you like a husband should kiss a wife. You feel like you are melting from the sweetness of his kiss and from all the love he transmits to you. You feel so lucky to be his wife. He is so kind, sweet, and attentive to you. And you just want to make him as happy as he makes you feel every day. That's why you're so angry and disappointed in yourself for having your moon blood again.

Somehow Jacaerys must feel that your thoughts are turning dark again because he stops kissing you to calm your fears.

“Now, my sweet wife, I don't want to invalidate your concerns but we have only been married for a few moons so I think it is normal that you are not pregnant yet,” he said as he caressed your cheek. You still didn't seem to be completely calm so he hastened to add. "But if in a few moons, you are still not pregnant and you are still worried about it, we can go talk to my mother or the maester. I'm sure they will be willing to help us."

Jacaerys hoped that the two of you wouldn't have to have that uncomfortable conversation with the maester but for you, he was willing to do anything. He just wanted you to stop worrying.

“To be honest, it doesn't bother me that it's just the two of us for now. “I would like to have you a little more to myself,” he declared shamelessly, making you laugh before rushing you to kiss him again.

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Can u do resident evil guys on your birthday?? Nsfw if possible

Thx bb 🫶🏽

Sure bb gotcha. I hope you like these 😉💖 btw reblogs are appreciated as they help this blog reach out to more people🥰

Warning: NSFW content below ⬇️

The cake was on the table with the candles long burned and with a bottle of wine right next to it, which hadn't been opened yet. In the back of the room, there were moans coming right from the slightly opened door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs resting over Wesker's shoulders, as he was busy giving your birthday present. You only managed to remove his shirt before he got right into the action.

His tongue was going relentlessly over your clit, giving that little bud intense sensations as he ran up and down over it. The soft touch made your legs tremble with every lick, and it made you tighten the grip on the poor sheets.

"Enjoying yourself, dove?" glowing red eyes were looking at you for a brief second, waiting for a response, but seeing you wish to remain silent, another lazy, long lick followed.

"Yes, very much, yes..." you said after gasping.

You took a deep breath when you felt two of his thick fingers slowly entering your warm hole. They quickly found your spot, and he began massaging it as his tongue picked up the pace. I

It was bliss. Your whole mind was dazed as it was quickly overcome by pleasure. His tongue and his fingers worked in perfect rhythm to bring you joy.

A third finger joined, and you started to feel full already, but that sensation would soon be replaced by the approaching climax. The familiar pressure began to be noticed, and it grew and grew until....his lips, his cheeks, and his chin were covered in your warm juices.

Wesker let out a satisfied moan as his tongue cleaned his coated fingers.

"You are simply delicious. I could devour you all day long."

"I-I wouldn't mind," you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"I think it's time to move on to your next present tho" he said, pulling out his shaft from his pants, and it was just as you expected: red, swollen, and leaking. "Shall we?" he asked, smirking.

From the cake, there were two or three slices missing. The bottle of wine was half empty, and the glasses were stained from the liquid that had previously filled them. One had lipstick marks at the edges. Not far away from the table, your moans could be heard as Leon was fucking you from behind while on the couch.

From his movements, you knew he was eager; you knew he wanted to move faster and give you that sweet, sweet birthday orgasm that you wanted so badly, but he was holding back, going at a regular pace. With every move of his hips, not only did he tickle that spot inside you, but he was also going deep, making sure to hit your cervix with his tip.

"God, you're amazing," he said as he spread your cheeks. His grip on your flesh was tight.

"L-Leon..." you said, panting.

He knew how much you loved being fucked like this. Every thrust of his hips would make you cry out his name.

"What do you want, sugar? Tell me."

"Move faster..." you managed to say.

He loved how that cunt would contract around his meat.

He picked up the pace, and the sensation was too much to handle as you felt him going even deeper, even if you knew that wasn't possible. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept pumping himself inside you.

You felt it coming, but you never expected it to hit you with such strength. The orgasm was so intense that your whole body was starting to shake underneath Leon. You cried out his name one last time when you felt some thick, hot spurts of his cum begin to fill you up.

"Easy now, sugar..." he said as he gently rubbed your trembling back. "Come, lay down."

You managed to catch your breath and regain your composure while resting on his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently, his feather-like touch tickling your skin as he moved his fingers all over.

"That was amazing..." he said as he kissed your forehead.

"I know... best birthday gift ever."

"And it's not the only one."

You felt his hand go lower and lower until he reached your cunt. His cum was still oozing from the hole, smearing your thighs.

"You thought I'd leave you dirty like this?"

The ice cream cake was left untouched in the freezer. The candles were wrapped in the same way they were brought from the store. The wine was in the fridge, and the table was shaking underneath you.

Driven by his neediness, he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist; the other was supporting himself on the table, and he repeatedly slammed himself inside you. His head was buried at the junction of your neck and jawline, his hot breath tickling your skin. Occasionally, he'd gently lick your skin, but that tongue was more focused on tickling your ear with words of admiration.

"Mi princesa, I missed you so much," he said, grunting as he gave you one hard thrust.

Your hands were wrapping around his neck, choosing to rely solely on him to support yourself.

"All I could think about was you. Your smile, your soft skin, how good I feel while I'm inside you..."

He resumed his adoration by giving your neck shy bites. He didn't want to leave marks.

"Luis..." you said, panting.

"What is it?" a gentle kiss on your neck.

"I think the tabble will break..."

"Let it; that won't stop me from finishing..."

His cock felt so good inside, so good that it kept rubbing that spot inside. Every friction would bring you closer and closer to heaven; every throb of his cock would send a shiver down your spine; and every droplet of precum would bring you joy. You tried pulling him closer, as if that were a possibility given how tight you were holding each other. Your senses were overwhelmed by his scent, by that spicy cologne that complements his natural one.

"Speaking of finishing..."

His moves became erratic, his breath irregular, and he raised his head so he could kiss you in those final moments. He needed all of you, your lips, your touch, your cunt, everything.

The passionate and sloppy kiss you shared was bliss; your hand was tugging his hair, and your teeth kept biting his bottom lip. You weren't so gentle like him, but he didn't mind, as this sudden burst of passion helped him finally reach his climax. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to overcome him entirely; the only sounds he could make were some weak whimpers. With a few more pumps, he painted your walls with his thick, warm cum.

The cake was on the table, untouched, still in the box. The bottle of wine is almost empty, and the room is filled with kissing and sucking sounds.

His tongue was twirling around your hard nipple, over and over again. You felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin and the bulge that was getting bigger as he rubbed himself between your legs. His other hand was preoccupied with the other breast, giving it a firm massage.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said in a low, sensual voice as he returned to suck your tit. The other one was resting in his big palm now as he began to pinch the nipple with his fingertips.

"J-Jack..." You loved what he was doing to you; you loved how his tongue would twist over and over again around your sensitive nipple, but your panties were so soaked...you needed him so badly, and you decided to show it by thrusting your hips against his erection.

"I'll get there, I promise, but let me taste you first." He rolled the nipple between his fingers now, giving you new sensations to cling to.

He grabbed the nipple with his teeth and pushed gently.

"Jack," you moaned his name, gasping in shock. It was too sudden.

He ignored you, tho and released it, moving to the other breast to give the same treatment. The one that he worked on was previously coated in his saliva, and it felt cold, but he quickly covered it with his hand and began to flick your nipple with his fingers.

"Oh God..." You pushed your chest forward when you felt his mouth once more, showing your tits to him. His tongue resumed the same corse, twisting around the nipple as well as going over it a few times.

"What you are doing to me..."

He hummed and kept igoring you, focusing on your chest and starting to tease you a bit by rolling his erection over your heated, soaked core.

"You bastard..." you grabbed both his hips to deem him to stay low so he can continue rubbing onto you.

You felt like a bitch in heat, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was to get him inside you.

He squeezed your breasts a little harder before standing up. A stupid smile appeared on your face when you saw him unzip.

[psychics4unet]

💋 How Will Your First Kiss with Your Future Spouse Be? 💋 – Pick a Tarot Pile for Insight! 💖💫

Instructions: Look at the 3 images of the piles below. Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. Trust your intuition and select the one that resonates with you the most. Once you have made your choice, scroll down to read the description for the pile you selected.

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Pile 1: Two of Cups 💞 Knight of Cups 🌊 The Star 🌟

Your first kiss with your future spouse will feel like a magical moment straight out of a dream ✨. The Two of Cups shows a deep emotional connection, so the kiss will be filled with tenderness and mutual affection 💖. The Knight of Cups suggests that it may happen in a romantic setting, maybe during a walk by the water or under the stars 🌙🌊. The Star card adds a touch of hope and healing, meaning this kiss will feel like destiny, leaving you both with a sense of renewal and peace 🥰.

Pile 2: The Lovers 💋 Ace of Cups 🌹 The Magician 🧙‍♂️

This first kiss will be passionate and electric 🔥💑. The Lovers signify a powerful connection, and you’ll both feel like you’ve known each other forever, even if it's your first intimate moment 🥰. The Ace of Cups brings overflowing emotions, so you might both feel overwhelmed with love and excitement 💓. The Magician suggests the kiss will be a moment of manifestation—something you’ve both been longing for—and it will feel like pure magic when it finally happens 🌟🧲.

Pile 3: The Fool 🤗 Four of Wands 🎉 The Empress 💐

Your first kiss will be playful, spontaneous, and full of joy 🎉💞. The Fool card shows that it may happen unexpectedly, perhaps during a fun date or adventure together 😄. Four of Wands suggests it could be during a celebration or special event, surrounded by happiness and laughter 🥳. The Empress adds a sense of warmth, nurturing, and comfort, making the moment feel safe and natural. It will be a kiss full of love and excitement for what’s to come 💖.

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[celestialtarot11]

May Month Predictions for You 🌅💖

Hi friends! Welcome back to another PAC reading. Today we’ll be doing May month predictions 🤭 this ones extra spicy! Enjoy and feel free to like comment and reblog 🤍

Pile 1: Hi there pile 1’s! 🌅💗 I see for you May is all about speaking your truth and owning your needs/wants. Speaking up about the things you like or don’t like, setting boundaries and becoming organized. If you are moving into a new place this month will be about physical organization, it helps you think clearly and feel better when your space is clutter free. Also this is a month for you of clearing out the old, especially physical things. It may carry emotional attachments and its time to release that. May for you is beautiful because I see you are becoming disciplined in your goals, plans and solidifying your dreams. You are also having the strength and capacity to let go of what doesn’t serve you 🥰🤍 If you are wondering about romance this month is the month where you focus on you, i know it may not be what you want to hear especially if you are seeking a person. This isn’t a sign they won’t come in, I think spirit is saying to get your ducks in a row for yourself first and this person will meet you halfway ☺️💗 which can very well be in this month! Never mess with divine timing 🤣 I think for those who are in relationships you will be coming back to yourself, focusing on self care a lot more and will be prioritizing healthier habits and mental stimulation. This may be a month for you to explore dating as well if you haven’t found someone! 👀 enjoy pile 1’s!

Pile 2: Hi there pile 2’s! Welcome to your reading 💖🤍🤭 I could you not I was so excited for you doing this reading!! If you are wanting a promotion or a job this is the month! If you are an entrepreneur and hoping to receive financial help it will come! You are moving into such an abundant place mentally emotionally and physically, and nothing is in your way. You want to focus on peace, wealth and happiness this month, and you are self assured in your joy 💖🌅 For those who are moving places, this place will help you relax and find lots of peace and abundance. Material abundance and also internal happiness. If this is something you’ve been working on for a long time, like a project, a business, or moving out, it will pay off in May. May is your month to shine and feel good. I see any storms are being put to rest, you’re focused on you and you feel open minded. Any financial opportunities will flow to you now 🤍🌅 in terms of romance I do see you’re maybe looking for options now, but not at your expense. Meaning you are performing self care whilst managing options and we love that! There will be someone coming in to whisk you away 👀 and I mean in a good way lol. They will have you intrigued by their conversation and way of thinking. You will enjoy debates and banter and discussions with this person. This can also be a new friend for a lot of you! Not necessarily romantic. Thank you pile 2 for being here 💗🌅 dont forget to like comment and reblog to spread the love

Pile 3: Hey there pile 3 👀 welcome! 🤗 For your May month I see travel plans are being solidified. I also heard “the gc made it out the group chat” so for you maybe there is a friend group you’ve been wanting to travel with, and May is when it happens! I also see you are focused on making different streams of income which is leading you to explore different positions, and experiences. Like maybe you have one job where you make pizza and then another where you are a contract manager 🤣 two vastly different options! But it would be something you enjoy. Something that calls to you and something you’re ready to pursue. Its definitely not tedious and boring as a contract manager, its something that you already wanted to do and thought of for so long. May month could be clearing up for you in terms of your schedule, and time. So you have more time to focus on you and your hobbies. For romance ya’ll could be meeting a fancy person whilst traveling 👀 or it could be everyday commute and someone strikes your fancy. Someone you’d like to be with, they have what you consider is attractive 🥰🤍 ya’ll could also be traveling home and are saving up and May month is wonderful! I also am hearing for advice dont stick to plans too much this month, there’s something about you being reliant on structure and plans which nothing is wrong (I do the same) but spirit wants you to be flexible a little. Allow for some spontaneous adventure, random happenings, and fun 👀 enjoy pile 3! 💗💖 dont forget to like comment and reblog 🤍

Thank yall for always being here 💗🥰 this one is a fun one! Wishing ya’ll a happy May month.

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[wave2tyun]

make your heart stop | ☆

pairing: yeonjun x reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff<3

prompts: - “are you jealous?”

- “you’re blushing”

- “stop looking at me like that”

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.1k

a/n: comforting kitty anon THIS ONE actually goes out to you!!!!😼😼💖 i don't know if you had a chance to see my silly little mishap- i think my brain was just not working properly in the morning asbdhjab i was looking through my old docs trying to find something when the realisation hit and my face dropped.......😭😭

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

you don’t know how, or when, but late-night karaoke with the tubatu boys somehow became a regular friday thing. ordering unreasonably priced alcohol, sharing food, screaming your lungs out as you sang trot songs together- it was possibly the best activity to shake off all the stress accumulated throughout the week.

the owners already recognised you as regulars; every week, they would make sure to have at least one booth free for the six of you, catering to all your needs. it was heaven- and you could barely bring yourselves to leave.

this time though, you ended up parting ways quite early, the reason being beomgyu drinking one can of beer too much, falling down to his knees whenever he tried to take a step. he insisted on singing to you all one last song, despite stumbling over each and every word he said even in casual speech. soobin and taehyun were the ones to carry him out, shily apologising as they exited through the door. meanwhile, kai took videos of the drunken boy, the joy of teasing him in the morning already bubbling up in his chest. 

yeonjun, however, remained with you and walked you home. he ended up staying over at your place, as neither the singing nor the alcohol were enough to tire you out. turning on the tv, you decided to end the day by watching a movie together, hoping, that at some point, the two of you would doze off.

slumping onto the couch, you searched for the movie you agreed on as yeonjun took care of preparing the caramel popcorn. 

“taehyun killed it tonight” you exclaimed, eyes gleaming as you reminisced the earlier events “like seriously- his voice suits that song even better than the original singer. and that high note at the end? how are his vocal chords even able to do that?”

yeonjun stared at his reflection in the microwave, shifting his focus to the popping sound coming from it rather than your voice. he loved hearing you talk- but now? his left eye was twitching, and he didn’t get why.

a mixture of anger and something he couldn’t quite pinpoint was spreading throughout his chest, starting from the heart, then all the way down to his stomach, creating an almost nauseating feeling. was it jealousy? hm, no. he knew very well himself that his fellow members were great singers, their capabilities were definitely worth praising- he just wished that you’d have paid more attention to the way he, too, sang his heart out in that tiny karaoke room. okay- maybe yeonjun was, indeed, jealous. maybe, just slightly- actually more than slightly, he was quite very jealous. 

yeonjun seemed a bit out of it ever since he returned to the living room with the popcorn bowl, his lips were stuck in a pout even while talking or eating. at first, you didn’t give it much thought, assuming that the exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him. 

15 minutes further into the movie, he still had that same absent-minded expression on his face, now combined with a frown. it was clear as day that his attention towards the plot had simply perished, eyes preferring to watch his own fingers fidget with the blanket on his lap. 

did you say something out of pocket? it was never your intention to make him feel bad in any way. you backtracked a little bit, thinking about your earlier conversation. you got to your apartment, picked a movie and snacks, then waited for the popcorn to be ready. did you talk about anything else during that time? hm- you scratched your head, trying to concentrate better. then, it was like a lightbulb had been turned on inside your head.

“are you jealous?” you said, almost shouting the question. (how discreet-) the realisation hit you like a truck, and you spoke without thinking. the chances of finding out the truth from him could be close to zero now.

“no” yeonjun was quick to give you the answer you expected. he jolted out of his seat, like a cat taken by surprise. for a second there, he actually wondered whether you were able to hear his thoughts, or whether he had been unknowingly speaking out loud this entire time. 

unconvinced, you continued to stare down at him. that ‘no’ was a pitch higher than his usual voice and it was only adding more to your suspicions “i’m not jealous-” he spoke again in that same tone “y/n, come on- stop looking at me like that” he whined, giving your shoulder a slight push as he sat back down on the couch.

“jun? you sure you’re not jealous?” you inched your face closer to his, yeonjun moving his head back at the same time. he was unaware of his surroundings, too focused on keeping some sort of distance. you cupped his cheeks to stop him from slipping away any further, afraid that, at some point, he would fall off the couch. his cheeks were squishy, and you pinched and stretched them like a kid playing with pizza dough. his constant yearning for your attention was becoming -somehow- fulfilled, and he didn't know how to handle it.

as his heart felt close to jumping out of his chest at any given moment, he placed his hands over yours, muttering a quiet “stop that” before breaking eye contact with you.

“you’re blushing” you chuckled, your fingertips brushed against his soft, reddened cheeks. yeonjun wasn’t one to easily get flustered. he wasn’t a great liar either- not in front of you, at least. 

“you were sitting too close to me- it was suffocating me” he attempted to defend himself.

“oh?” you tilted your head, as you reduced the gap between the two of you once again, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your lips “since when does me sitting close bother you?” his chest was beginning to raise up and down more rapidly underneath you. yeonjun gulped, the audible sound giving away his sheer nervousness. it didn’t bother him- he liked it. in fact, he was more bothered by the fact that he didn’t have the guts all night to just hold you in his arms.

your tongue darted out to wet your lips, taking away all of his focus. he couldn’t take it anymore- it was getting too much, too overwhelming: the scent of your perfume, the warm breath on his face, the rosy lips sitting just a few centimeters away from his. sighing, he gave in, his hand coming to the back of your neck as he closed the gap that kept on tormenting him. your eyelids fluttered shut, taking in the slow rhythm of his kiss, indulging in the way your lips felt against his.

and once he parted away, he admitted, completely out of breath: 

“okay. maybe i was a bit jealous”

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[transform4u]

Hey...I'm sorry to bother you but I had a request, your stories are quite hot and amazing, and I want to know if there would be any possibility of you doing a story where the individuals love each other? I mean not physically but sentimentally. Something like a romance story.

As the ping of a text message interrupts the quiet around you, you feel a sharp pang in your head as loud snaaaaaapppp echoes in your mind. The ache intensifies as a series of incoming texts from an unknown number disrupt your peace. The first message is a flood of heart emojis—red hearts, pink hearts, and even a few purple ones. The screen lights up with a new message: “OMG babe! I can’t wait for our date tonight.”

Confusion swirls in your mind, mingling with the throbbing pain in your head. You had been on Grindr earlier, but this isn’t from that app. Your body feels strange, like it’s being reshaped from the inside out. The ache becomes a tingling sensation as your muscles and body undergo a remarkable transformation. Fat melts away, revealing a youthful, tan, and lean physique. Your body becomes more defined, with a noticeable cut to your abs and a cute, perky butt.

Your hair lightens to a sun-kissed blonde, shimmering in the light. Your once full beard and facial fat dissolve, giving way to a fresh, preppy look with a cute, slightly upturned nose. Your biceps and triceps become more toned, and a charming, polished appearance emerges.

Your phone pings again, and you look down to see that the contact name has changed to “BAE.” Another message appears: “Hey cutie 😘 I hope your day’s going well! Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ve got a little surprise planned 😍”

Your heart skips a beat, a fluttering sensation filling your chest. The messages continue, each one sweeter and more endearing than the last:

“Thinking about you all day 💕 Every time I look at my phone, I hope it’s you texting me!”

“Can’t believe how lucky I am to have you in my life 💖 Your smile just lights up my world.”

“Got something special for you tonight 🌟 Can’t wait to hold you close and make some amazing memories ❤️”

As you read each message, a warm, tingling sensation spreads through you. Your fondness for this person grows with every word, each message filling you with a sense of joy and anticipation. You feel a profound connection, a deepening affection that resonates with your very being. The thought of your upcoming date and the affection behind these messages makes your heart swell with happiness, filling you with a radiant sense of love and excitement.

As the name “BAE” on your phone transforms into “BAE, GWEN,” a wave of clarity washes over you, reigniting your memories of Gwen. She’s not just anyone—she’s your high school sweetheart, your confidante, and the love of your life. The initial confusion melts away, replaced by a profound sense of recognition and affection. You and Gwen are inseparable, a pair that has been head-over-heels in love since the first time your eyes met. Now, as you both navigate college together, your relationship is the epicenter of your universe, and your social media presence reflects that devotion in the most exuberant and heartfelt way.

Your TikTok account is a testament to your unrestrained affection and commitment. Each video is a mini celebration of your relationship, overflowing with Gen Z enthusiasm and Christian faith. Mornings start with you both performing synchronized lip-sync routines to the latest Christian love songs, complete with playful winks and loving glances. The backdrop is always set to cozy, sunlit mornings where you both look adoringly at each other, often holding a devotional book between you, a symbol of your shared faith.

Under the hashtag #BlessedLoveStory, you post a steady stream of content chronicling your journey from high school sweethearts to college couple goals. The posts are a vibrant mix of nostalgic throwbacks, from your first awkward date at the local diner to those tender moments when you realized you were each other’s forever. Your feed is filled with clips of you both singing worship songs in the car, tears of joy mixing with laughter, as you both immerse yourselves in the magic of each moment.

Every viral “couple goals” challenge gets a Christian twist from you two. Whether it’s mimicking dance routines or answering relationship questions, you both infuse each video with your infectious love and devotion. You always end on a high note, quoting your favorite Bible verses about love and reminding your followers of how blessed you are to have found each other.

In every post, your love for Gwen shines through, a radiant beacon of devotion that captures the hearts of your followers. Your social media presence is a blend of sincerity and exuberance, a celebration of the deep, abiding love you and Gwen share. Your relationship is not just a part of your life—it’s a vibrant, public expression of your joy and faith, making every moment together feel like a blessing.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

Kiss the Bride

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: It's your weddingday and Dave helps you relax during a little break and ends up tasting your apricot.

Triggers/warnings: reader is able-bodied, a mentioned footmassage, one kiss, fingering, very short oral (f recieving), weddingvows, pet names (sweetheart, babe), infidelity, one flashback, mentioning of: champagne, a bloody shooting injury; let me know if I missed anything

Word count: ~2.8k

notes: this is my late entry (Dave+french kiss) for @janaispunk's 1500 kisses follower celebration, congratulations on the 1600 follower by now, hun, you deserve every one of them and more! Also thank you for beta'ing again and basically pulling me through writing this thing. Lots of love and eternal gratitude 💛

Extra shout-out again to @gyllenhaalstories for keeping me sane and being my own little cheerleader, lysm 💖

The elevator door closes behind you, the thick carpet swallowing the sounds of your heels. Your wedding dress brushes against the fabric of Dave’s suit and all you can hear in the little cabin is the faint noise of the cream colored satin when it brushes against the expensive dark blue wool.

You glance at him, a smile spreading on your face when he catches your gaze. Here you were, finally, with your best friend by your side. The man you knew who would never leave you and protect you with his life. Dave.

In one arm he carries several boxes, small and big, with bows and wrapped in expensive wrapping paper. Some gifts from the guests that you wanted to store in the suite that you’ve rented. 

Your hands brush against each other, your pinkies touching, teasing and a giggle bubbles up your throat, bubbly like the champagne you have drunk the last hours.

Dave smirks at you and his pinky curls around yours and gives your finger a light tug. Another giggle, another smirk, you intertwine your fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Sweetheart," he groans softly. His body leans closer to yours and his eyes flit over your body and the way the shimmering fabric drapes around the prominent curves of your body. "So beautiful. Have I told you that?"

You bite your bottom lip to not giggle again but you fail miserably. And so you nod your head and beam up at him.

"Thank you," you whisper and your fingers brush over his knuckles. It was such a nice feeling to have your hand held by the man you love so dearly. “You’ve told me a few times, yes. But it’s still nice to hear you say it.”

He told you often today. When he first saw you after the stylist had left. And when he stood beside you at the altar, his thumb massaging little soothing circles between your shoulder blades. It made you smile every single time he said it. 

It’s still like the first time that you've heard him call you beautiful. When you were first assigned as partners and the mission had gone horribly wrong. You ended up being shot and heavily bleeding, slipping in and out of consciousness until Dave reached you. He patted your cheeks, told you the ambulance would be there any minute and that you needed to stay awake for him. You tried, you really did. And even though you were focusing on his eyes and voice, your mind ran through your fingers like sand. Your eyes were fluttering shut and this time it felt like something finite.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Dave muttered, cradling your floppy head in his hands, your blood making his skin sticky. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

And for some weird reason you chuckled right then and there and managed to stay awake, your fingers clutching his hand as you held on to him like to your life. And maybe he was clutching your hand, too. You never asked, you were just beyond grateful. He saved you. Since that day, there was a bond between you, written with your blood on his skin.

You lean against him, the joy you felt today and the champagne making your knees wobbly. But you knew you could always count on Dave.

With a quiet ‘ding’ the elevator doors open to your floor. Once again thick carpet swallows any sounds as you almost stumble on your way to your suite.

“Careful.” Dave’s hand finds its way to the small of your back. He offers you guidance with his fingers gently pressing against your smooth skin and he leans back just enough to get another view of the low cut back of your wedding dress. He has no idea how dress physics worked, but apparently there couldn’t be much else than just you under the satin and silk. Just you.

You let yourself sink down on one of the plushy chairs in the suite. With a soft groan you stretch your legs out. The heels of your feet are burning in your pretty Jimmy Choos.

“Someone needs a little break, hm?” Dave piles the gift boxes up on a sideboard and looks over to you with a smirk on his face. “Let me help you.” He walks over to you with a few slow steps and kneels down on the ground. As soon as he slid off your shoes and neatly put them aside his hands come back to your hurting feet. His thumbs press into the balls of your feet and your head tips back with a relieved sigh.

“That’s… perfect, don’t ever stop,” you murmur and slowly lift your head again. It was a nice sight, Dave in his suit, on his knees, massaging your feet with his concentrated expression that you normally only get to see when you work on cases together and he’s crouched over some paperwork. “Just five more minutes, please? We don't need to tell the guests that I took a break from them.”

Dave gently places your foot on his thigh before he starts massaging the other foot. “Don't worry, your secret’s safe with me, Sweetheart.” He looks up from the perfectly pedicured foot in his hands over the smooth calves and thigh that disappears under your dress, up to your relaxed face. 

You've been smiling the last few days, looking forward to today, the ceremony, your friends and your family. He felt like the luckiest man on this side of the ocean to be chosen by you, that you wanted him by your side, through all of the past turmoil and for everything that is yet to come. The love he feels for you runs deep. And on his knees before you, his love just runs a little deeper.

“But they will miss the beautiful bride,” he murmurs and raises a brow, his hand wanders from your ankle to your calf and when you giggle his fingers tiptoe their way behind your knee.

“Dave.” You slowly sit up and look down to his hand, hidden under your dress. “What are you doing?” The sultriness of your voice does not only surprise you.

“I don’t know,” he breathes quietly, the tip of his tongue running along the inside of his teeth. “You wanna see where this might take us?” His brown eyes look at you from under his brows.

Your breath hitches when you recognize what lies beneath his words and you can feel your whole demeanor change without being able to control it. You blink, once, twice to get a clearer view of the situation but then Dave curls his fingers gently in the hollow of your knee. “Okay,” you murmur and a soft, warm blanket of tingles wraps itself around your body.

“Say stop whenever, Sweetheart.” With a shrug of his shoulders the blazer falls down to the ground and when his fingers expertly extract his monogrammed cufflinks and he starts to roll up his sleeves… you knew he would get his hands sticky.

A  soft nudge left and right against the insides of your calves later you watch your legs part for him. The silky satin makes pretty ripples as it is being slowly pushed up your legs, the cool smoothness of the fabric followed by scorching hot palms.        

“I, David York, take you, little Sweetheart, to be my woman…” The words vibrate against your skin and Dave places a first kiss on your inner thigh, right above the knee. “I promise to always be your…,” another kiss, higher this time. “...best friend. I promise to…,” he switches sides and kisses his words into the soft flesh of your other leg. “...always protect you.”        

Your thighs twitch under his fingers when he uncovers more of your skin only to cover them with kisses. Your eyes grow wide and round, like your mouth when it shapes into a little ‘o’. The same ‘Oh’ that you breathe out when your eyes meet Dave’s.

‘More?’ his raised brows ask silently and you swallow your answer, ‘yes’, it tastes like the innate scent of Dave that emits from his body. You nod and he rewards you with another kiss. 

His hands slip under the waves of shiny satin that he has retained on your thighs and he slowly dives deeper. He inhales you and holds his breath to keep you inside of him. The tips of his fingers crawl over your thighs as if they were searching for something that wasn’t smooth. 

Your head tips back and your hips buck. ‘More,’ your body silently demands and Dave complies with your wishes, placing his opened mouth on the inside of your thigh and testing your softness with his tongue. You reward him with a moan.

He smells your arousal and it ignites a fire inside of him. A fire that can only be put out in the sea that is you.

His hands glide along your thighs up, up, up until he dives completely under the ripples of your dress. The flowy satin folds encompassing him like he's allowed to enter into another sphere of you.

Dave's fingers scrape the lace he finds in the shadows of the wedding gown that you look so divine in. He gulps and almost tastes your slick that he feels already pooling when he gently presses his palm onto your covered cunt.

Your eyes lock and you nod your head once, allowing Dave to test the waters, your waters. You craved his hands on your body for so long now, this moment was as good as every other moment, why not just give in? Maybe this desire that was eating away at you would be sated then.

His thumbs slip under the sopped fabric and the feel of your plump pussy beneath his pads draws a quiet grunt from him and a gasp from you.

Dave blindly prys you open like a ripe apricot, one digit running along the juicy cleft until he finds the pit that he wants to desperately suck clean.

He's torn, divided in half, like your pussy. He wants to do this, like you, but is now the right time? The wedding guests probably were already waiting for you to come back and celebrate with them. Dave's tongue darts out and he wets his lips while his thumb wets yours.

You writhe underneath him and every caress lets you mewl and move, closer to the edge of the chair, closer to his face.

“Dave,” you softly gasp his name, your hand reaching out to sink your fingers into his hair but no, you can't tousle him. This needs to stay hidden, deep in the flowy, glistening folds of your dress. “Please.” Your teeth nip the corner of your mouth but he can clearly see the smirk. Like a naughty kid asking her best friend to join her in a prank.

“Fuck it.” The decision is made. Dave's thumb goes for the little pit again and he draws tight circles around it like he wants to separate it from the drippy pussy pulp, preparing it to be eaten.

You moan and clench and he can feel the tug from the depth of your cunt. He wants to feel it, he needs to feel it. The way your cunt would swallow whatever piece of him he would offer that greedy hole.

Impatiently you pull your dress high enough to spread your thighs for him and to shed a little light on the secret act between you and Dave. Your fingers hook behind the fabric that covers you and you pull it to the side and hold it there. No more secrets, everything out in the open.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he groans and his eyes follow his thumb going round and round and round your clit. Your folds are just as shiny and smooth as the satin that's bunched up your waist. Dave looks up to you and sees how you bite your lip, trying your best to not moan out loud. “Do you want this?”

You nod your head yes and breath out shakily while a nice tingly warmth starts growing in your belly.

“Do you want this?” Dave places a finger at your entrance and applies the lightest pressure so that his fingertip slips into you. Again you nod your head and your breath hitches.

“Sweetheart, I need to hear you. Do you want my finger in your pretty cunt? Yes or no?”

“Yes. I want…,” you subtly scoot a little closer to his hands, hoping you could just magically let yourself sink down on his digits. Heat crawls up your cheeks and when you open your mouth to speak there's a moan that slips out first. “I want your fingers. Please.”

“More than one, huh? Greedy.” He feels you pucker around his fingertip and he slips his finger into you.

It's nothing like pushing a finger into the pulp of an apricot or peach. You are hot around him, molding to him, gripping him, pulling him in. What was similar to a fruit is the squelch, a rich and wet smacking when his knuckles sink between your folds before the pulls out again.

Your back arches off the chair when Dave gives you a first taste of what it feels like being filled by him. With each slow push in and pull out of your pussy you whine and writhe. Your head spins from Dave's touch, his scent, his words:

Do you like this? God, so beautiful. Does it feel good? Do you like letting the guests wait just because you want your needy hole filled? So fuckin' wet, just for me?

And just like earlier, at the altar, all you can say is “yes”. Yes, you do. Yes, you like. Yes, you are. Yes, you need, need him. 

Your thighs shudder as they close around Dave's head and he finally lets himself have a taste of you. While he takes a first lap he wonders if he can taste your joy and excitement, if you taste any different on your wedding day. You're sweet and salty all at the same time and you coat his tongue like the flesh of a ripe apricot he can finally indulge in.

Three sharp knocks on the door let your both jerk up, ripped out of your intimacy shared.

“Babe, can I come in?” A familiar, low voice comes from outside the door before you and Dave hear the beep from the opening door.

Fuck. The sudden withdrawal from Dave's fingers lets you gasp, in a hurry you let go of your panties and pull down your dress again. You see Dave lick your slick from his lips and wipe his fingers dry with his monogrammed handkerchief before he grips one of your feet again.

“Hey, there you are! I was worried you could have run away.” Your husband looks around the corner, a bright and happy smile on his face as he sees you and your best friend in the living room, Dave obviously massaging your hurting feet. He walks over and pats Dave's shoulder. “Thanks for taking care of her, man. God, we're lucky to have you.”

Your face is flushed and you chuckle, hoping that it doesn't sound like betrayal. “Yeah, he's the best,” you confirm and see a smirk on Dave's face appear.

“I'll give you a few more moments, but then I expect my beautiful wife to dance with me, okay?” Your spouse leans down and pecks your lips before he turns to leave the room again. “Love you, babe!”

“Love you, too,” you answer and hear the door close behind him. You look at Dave and he simply smiles at you like nothing much has happened before.

“Everything alright, Sweetheart?”

You reach out your hand and your thumb wipes a wet spot on the corner of his mouth. “Dave, we…”

“Don't worry, we'll figure something out.” He slips your shoes back on your feet and gets up from his knees with a little grunt. He cups your face in his hands and you smell yourself on him. “I, David York, take you as my woman, my partner. I promise to always keep you safe. And I promise to keep your secrets safe. Will you do the same for me?”

“Yes, I do.” You whisper lingers between the two of you, heavy and loaded but also warm and comforting. He smiles at you, the heartfelt relief visible on his face. 

“Good. I may now kiss the bride, hm?” He leans closer, and your lips meet his halfway. You're both careful, trying not to smear your lipstick. Maybe your mouth tastes just as sweet as your pussy, he wonders. Maybe you taste different on Dave's tongue, you wonder and lick his lips like he did earlier with yours. Your tongues tangle, gently, lovingly. And when you part again and smile you both share the taste of slick and hunger.                   

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[deliciousangelfestival]

I have a cute one for you! Ok so Bucky’s fiancée (the reader) gives Bucky an early Christmas present when he comes home from a mission and the present is the reader’s way of telling Bucky that she’s pregnant with hers and Bucky’s first child

Take your time and have an amazing day/night!🩵

Thank you for the fluff request. I love it 😭💖💖💖. I hope you like it.🥰🎄🎄🎄🎁🎁🎁

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Unexpected Present, Unfolding Future

Character: Bucky x fiancee!Reader

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

The wind howled like a banshee outside, whipping snowflakes against Bucky's face as he trudged up the porch steps. His shoulders hunched, mirroring the weight of the world on his weary soul. All he craved was a hot meal, a warm bed, and the sweet oblivion of sleep.

As he fumbled with his keys, the door swung open, revealing Y/N in a festive apron, a mischievous grin splitting her face. Like a siren song, the aroma of cinnamon and gingerbread cookies lured him inside.

"Merry Christmas, my hero!" she chimed, holding out a small, suspiciously lopsided box. "Early Christmas gift for the soldier who finally decided to grace us with his presence."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching. "Early Christmas, huh? Didn't know the holiday came early for soldiers who can't tell a gingerbread man from a landmine."

Y/N gasped, mocking, clutching her pearls. "How dare you insult my culinary prowess! These cookies are works of art, even if they do resemble abstract reindeer."

Bucky chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He took the box, his fingers tracing the uneven wrapping job. Inside, nestled on a bed of red tissue paper, lay a pair of baby shoes knitted in the brightest blue yarn he'd ever seen. They looked like they were crafted by a squirrel with a crochet addiction.

Silence descended, broken only by the crackling fire. Then, Bucky's face broke into a grin that could rival the sun. He swept Y/N up in his arms, twirling her around until they were both dizzy and laughing.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he teased, his voice filled with disbelief and pure joy.

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling like fairy lights. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Maybe I just really like tiny shoes."

Bucky stared at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known. He was going to be a father. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, so fierce and new it took his breath away.

He held Y/N close, his metal arm gently cradling her growing belly. The warmth of the fireplace, the aroma of questionable cookies, the sound of her laughter – it all felt like coming home.

"This is the best Christmas present I could ever ask for," Bucky whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Even if the shoes look like a toddler yeti made them."

Y/N swatted him playfully. "Hey! I put a lot of effort into those abominations. And besides, who says our child can't have a unique fashion sense?"

Bucky chuckled, a true, heartfelt laugh that echoed through the room. "Of course, my love. If they want to wear mismatched socks and walk around like a tiny yeti, who am I to argue?"

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of laughter, carols, and questionable hot cocoa that tasted suspiciously like gingerbread and burnt sugar. Bucky held the tiny baby shoes in his palm, staring at them with a reverence he didn't know he possessed.

He imagined the little feet that would fill them, the first steps, the first words. He imagined a future filled with bedtime stories, epic pillow fights, and late-night talks about everything and nothing.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, nestled together under a mountain of mismatched blankets, Bucky knew this was only the beginning of their greatest adventure.

The world outside might be cold and chaotic, but inside their little apartment, it was warm, safe, and with the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and the occasional sartorial disaster.

As Bucky held Y/N close and felt the tiny life growing within her, he knew he would spend the rest of his life protecting them with all his heart and a healthy dose of humor. After all, a little laughter goes a long way, significantly when raising a future child together.

Author Note : Hey everyone! 🌟 Your input means the world to me.

If you've got any cool ideas or prompts, whether for this fluff series or any other series, feel free to share them with me!

Just drop them in my ASK/SEND REQUEST box.

Can't wait to hear your awesome suggestions! 🚀💬

[finzphoenix]

Fear State Crane and Becky Albright in a loving embrace, commissioned by @nikkilotte!

And with that I'm wishing you a very happy and fun-filled birthday, my dear! May all the joy that you have spread in the past come back to you on this special day~! ^///^🎉🎊💖💖

Scarecrow & Becky Albright © DC comics

Art © FinzPhoenix

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[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🎄 fandom christmas cards 🎄

hi! so it's officially been about a year since i've been a part of milex tumblr, and honestly i just could not be more grateful for all joy, solace, and escapism being part of this little community has brought me over the last twelve months 💜

i always think of christmas as a time for showing appreciation for the people you care about (whether that's through gifts, spending time together, sending cards etc), and i wanted to do something to show my appreciation for all of you here who make this little space what it is ✨ something i love to do each year for people irl is make them christmas cards - and i thought i could maybe do a virtual version of that here to spread some festive cheer and express how thankful i am for this community that's just been such a gift in my life this year 💖

so, if you'd like to receive a virtual fandom christmas card from me with a handwritten note, then please reblog/leave a comment on this post and i'll send one through your ask box before christmas! 🥰

[purple-saladleaves]

I've been seeing that post going around about "what's your favourite OC of the person who put this onto your dash" and.

Look. I really want to help spread the friendship and joy and loveliness of that post.

But my memory fuckin sucks man

I can't remember which OC belongs to who, or what their name is, or etc. And I don't want to feel like I'm showing favouritism?

So please know. At any given moment, if your OC is on my dash, they are my favourite of your OCs and I love them dearly. Mwah 💖💜

[thedorfmirrin]

Drew one of my neopets, Quistalia, who was recently Grey Yurbled 💜

I'm now in love with the concept; a soft grey yurble with bright pastel hair and soft clothes who strives to spread joy and colour despite being sad and grey.

She is a painter and has a grey snowbunny, named Sniffle, who likes napping at her feet while she works. Her artworks are always surprisingly joyfull and bright. She also lives on a stormcloud up in the sky, and is a sweet angel of a neopian despite always being low energy and somewhat somber.

~•~

I entered this artwork into next weeks beauty contest (for the 27th) 💖 I really hope it will get in, and if it does please feel free to vote for her!! ^w^

[psychics4unet]

PAC: How Will Your Future Spouse Treat You in Public and Private? 💖✨

Instructions: Look at the 3 images of the piles below. Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. Trust your intuition and select the one that resonates with you the most. Once you have made your choice, scroll down to read the description for the pile you selected.

I put a lot of effort into this reading, so please show some love by leaving comments, likes, reblogs, and follow me! ❤️💬✨

Paid psychic reading (7 questions for just $7) is available here:

Pile 1: The Lovers, Page of Cups, Five of Pentacles The Lovers signifies a strong bond and mutual respect. In public, your future partner will treat you with affection and pride. In private, they’ll express their love deeply, creating a nurturing atmosphere. The Page of Cups represents emotional depth and creativity. They’ll be playful and encouraging, bringing joy to your relationship in both settings. The Five of Pentacles indicates overcoming challenges together, strengthening your connection in private moments. Together, these cards show a loving partner who is supportive and understanding, ensuring a fulfilling relationship in all settings. Love this post? Spread the positive vibes by reblogging with your favorite pile number! Remember to like, comment, and follow me for more tarot insights and spiritual guidance. By sharing this post, you'll invite positive energy from the universe into your life. Let's journey together towards enlightenment and fulfillment! ✨❤️🌟

Pile 2: Two of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, The High Priestess The Two of Cups highlights a deep emotional connection and partnership. Your partner will value you openly in public and cherish your bond. In private, they’ll cultivate a deep understanding of your emotions. The Knight of Pentacles brings stability and reliability, indicating that they will be consistent and trustworthy in private moments, creating a solid foundation for your relationship. The High Priestess symbolizes intuition, suggesting they’ll be attuned to your needs both publicly and privately. Altogether, these cards reveal a partner who will create a harmonious and balanced relationship, showing love in every aspect. Love this post? Spread the positive vibes by reblogging with your favorite pile number! Remember to like, comment, and follow me for more tarot insights and spiritual guidance. By sharing this post, you'll invite positive energy from the universe into your life. Let's journey together towards enlightenment and fulfillment! 🌙💖✨

Pile 3: Ten of Cups, Ace of Wands, Seven of Pentacles The Ten of Cups represents ultimate happiness and emotional fulfillment. Your partner will bring joy and contentment in both public and private moments, creating a blissful environment. In private, they’ll nurture your emotional bond, focusing on building a life together. The Ace of Wands signifies passion and new beginnings, showing that they’ll be adventurous and excited to explore life with you. The Seven of Pentacles suggests patience and growth, indicating a willingness to nurture your relationship over time, both in public and private. Together, these cards suggest a partner who will celebrate your love openly and invest deeply in your shared future. Love this post? Spread the positive vibes by reblogging with your favorite pile number! Remember to like, comment, and follow me for more tarot insights and spiritual guidance. By sharing this post, you'll invite positive energy from the universe into your life. Let's journey together towards enlightenment and fulfillment! 🌈💫🌸

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best. Remember to reblog, like, comment, and follow for more cosmic guidance and positivity!

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[acapelladitty]

Oswald Cobblepot/Reader - Teasing 💖🐧

Summary: A commission for the absolutely lovely @nygmanotnashton in which Oswald Cobblepot finds himself on the receiving end of some fun teasing.

A surprisingly warm late afternoon had forced a full retreat to Ozzie's office as it was one of the few areas within the Iceberg Lounge to possess enough tasteful luxuries to make the suspicious heat seem bearable.

As always, Ozzie had immediately taken up residence in his favourite chair, more of a throne really, while you settled yourself comfortably against the solid oak desk, perched with your legs hanging off the side to block the stack of drawers which were built-in to the furniture.

Ozzie's thick fingers move with surprising dexterity as he taps away on his phone with a casual pace. A soft silence hangs in the air as you split your attention between your hanging legs, bouncing off the small brass handles of each drawer, and the uncomfortable way in which your shirt is clinging to your sweat-slicked back. The evening plans were long set and a gentle rumble in your stomach sparked a fresh excitement for the restaurant which Ozzie had booked for you both.

An Italian with a four month advance in bookings.

Well, four months to anyone who wasn’t Oswald Cobblepot and his plus one.

"You're quiet." Ozzie mutters, catching your attention with a quick nudge of your leg.

Looking up, you met his gaze and the questioning look there forces a small smile to tug at your lips as you pick up on his unspoken concern.

"I'm just thinking, Oz." You answer, tapping the heel of your foot against the wood. "Nothing too fun or exciting."

"What would it take to make my pretty bird sing then?" He hummed in response, running his finger along your clothed knee until his palm enclosed the joint to rub at it gently. "A new foreign car? Some expensive trinkets? Or should I say, more expensive trinkets? How about a full inch?"

"Only an inch?" You cut in quickly while your body shifts, ghosting your shoe along the bulge in his slacks as you tease him with a sudden playfulness. "Now i’m worried. What happened to the rest of it?"

Ozzie’s laughter is easy and open, his large chest shaking with the effort as he fixes you with a heated glance.

"Keep your foot there and you'll be seeing it sooner than you think, dear."

He leans forward and makes to reach for the drawers which are hidden behind your legs. Sensing another opportunity for some fun, you spread your legs for him to reach between, rather than moving them off to the side. A salacious move which nets you another small chuckle as he presses his knuckles to the inside of your thigh before pulling free the middle drawer.

Unable to see what he's doing, you instead allow your eyes to wander past him to the extravagant fish tank which sits behind his desk. Fish of many colours and sizes flutter around the water with the casualness of creatures that know they're well fed and taken care of.

A feeling you know well, and one which makes a goofy smile tug at your mouth as you drop your eyes to Ozzie once more and lean forward enough to run a gentle finger along the back of his exposed neck.

"You're trying to kill me today." He growls, shuddering at the soft touch. His neck had always been particularly sensitive, and you exploited that fact with unrivalled joy.

Leaning back, his thick body filling his chair like the king he were, thick fingers produced a stack of crisp, neat bills which were wrapped together by a straining rubber band; the heft of the bills easily sitting at over an inch wide as he quickly thumbed through the money to ensure it was all there.

"Would this be enough?" A teasing smile touched at Ozzie's thin lips, the edges curling upwards as he held the stack of money out.

"Hmm," you pretend to think it over for dramatic effect, "I could probably buy something nice to wear out for dinner and then something even nicer for you to rip off after."

Reaching for the money, you find it snatched away in an instant.

"Hey-"

"Nothing for nothing, my darling."

"Ozzie, please. You don't have to-"

"Nothing for nothing." He repeats, the words gruff yet bordering on a sing-song quality as he reclines in his chair even further.

Grumbling playfully as you were forced from your comfortable perch, you join him on his chair - carefully placing your knees on either side of his bulging frame as you lean gently against his expansive chest.

Catching his lips in your own, he tastes of red wine and you groan into his mouth as he reacts to you immediately; wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he enjoys the messy kiss. His presence envelops you and you bite at his lower lip until you pull away to catch your breath a little.

"Maybe I should treat you to something nice. I think the King of Gotham deserves a little something for being so kind and generous to a poor little waif like me."

"Poor little waif." He repeats with a squawking guffaw. "You're too cruel for such a title. Besides, don't waste my money on me. Treat yourself and show the world that Oswald Cobbelpot knows how to keep his little bird sweet."

Dropping your hand to his crotch, you roughly cup at the heft of his bulge through his slacks.

"I wasn't talking about money." You growl into his ear and a satisfying delight washes through your overheated body as he visibly shivers in response to your unspoken promise of a much more physical treat later in the evening

[softboynick]

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