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Trent from the last LFC game 📸
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Ꮺ ❥ 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅
characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
content warnings: highly suggestive (nothing too descriptively spicy!), ex lovers, "one night stand" sort of thing??, sensual kisses, hinting/lingering touching.
It was meant to only be a one time thing.
One.
Now there you were, standing in the same familiar bathroom that swelled with nothing but his strong, addicting scent. The entire vast steam infused, space clouded with nothing but the pure smell of his distinguished, black sandalwood and tobacco whiskey essence. The stern distinct of his natural oders intoxicating your hazed senses, triggering the recently sticky, events that had just unraveled from the night prior.
Thus-- your current predicament.
You curl the fluff of the borrowed black towel around your bust, lean against the edge of the widen marbled counter top of his sink and cleared some of the fogged mirror that stood before you. Starring indubitably long and hard.
What are you doing?
You KNOW you shouldn't be here!
You shouldn't be with him!
You're doing this to yourself!
You bite your bottom lip and slump your head forward weightlessly, exhaling a heavy, prolong sigh. Your grip amongst the edge of the sink tightening, battling pointlessly with the rambling, pestering thoughts invading your blundered mind.
You close your eyes softly, inhaling in softly, exhaling just as gentle.
Lost in your brawling mind, you could feel the familiar, comforting warmth of large, calloused palms delicately roam around the vulture of your waist. A staggering weight of radiating heat and lingering enticement grazing up against the stride of your back, the husk of his torrid breath fanning ever so temptingly against the nape of your neck, his hot, plush lips lightly brushing and caressing at the tender, silken exposed flesh.
You could feel his looming figure closing in on you, trapping you inattentively against the cooling, glossed marble of his sink. His ample hands wooing you in to his tantalizing touches.
"Qué pasa, mi amor?" his sleek, smooth voice echoed ever so enchantingly into the depths of your ears, simply rolling your head over your shoulders, you gradually peeled open your dazed out irises and gazed at him through the mirror before you.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this, Miguel" you finally collected, listening to the bellowed tune of his gentle hum reverberate against the lush of your pulsing skin, his hands soothing up and down the stride of your sides with such care and tender.
"Mm...do you not want to do this? do you not want to be with me? because if that's the case...I won't stop you from leaving, my love" he gently whisks into the plain of your shoulder, painting the flush of his searing lips up along your neck. Gradually guiding your head to tilt to the opposite direction of his motions.
Steers out a more soften breath from you, breathes in your overwhelmingly enraptured aroma. Homing his full lips at the juncture of your clenching jawline, his languid fingers roaming to the midst of your covered belly.
He knows exactly what he was doing.
"I--..." you felt your mind going completely numb to his soothing, deep voice, seducing you delicately with his hovering grazes and simple words "...You know I don't want to" you breathe out, feeling his left hand slither down the valley of your left leg, meddling up further and further until his fingertips slips at the edge of "your" towel.
His fingers halts, your eyes glimpsing up and over your shoulder to look up at him. Such compassion and care wallowing in those soften, hazel eyes of his.
He carefully twirls you around to face him, guides your head up with both of his warm hands placed onto each side of your cheek, subtly brushing his thumbs across the supple flesh that beautifully resonated a comforting warmth "I don't ever want to make you feel pressured or you feel like you need to choose" he states, leaning forward to plant a chaste, gentle kiss onto your forehead.
"You know you'll always have my heart, mi primero y unico amor" he softly mumbles against your forehead, feels your smaller hands drape around his stockier, bulked body. Your face nestling against his chest, the evident smell of his strong scent evading your nostrils. Driving your mind and body into a whirlwind of climbing arousal.
"...God, I hate you so much" you grumble with binding fluster, tearing away from his chest, cupping his strong cheeks and pulling him downward to meet your hungry lips with such haste. Lapping and melding your greedy flesh with his, pressing your needy body against his, wrangling your fingers into the silk of his disheveled tresses.
You could feel him smugly smile against your insisting, eager lips. His hands finding their way back onto the mount of your curvaceous hips, hastily hiking you up upon the bathroom sinks counter, curling your fumbling legs around his slim waist, instantly matching your sloppy, lustful kissing pattern.
"Mientras me toques, respirándome en ángel... no me importa" he husks against your lips, drawing himself back into the messy, salacious entanglement of deprived elevation.
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when you’re stripped clean, what’s at your core? quiz.
saw @grapecaseschoices tag @ava-du-mortain so I decided to also do this for my detectives ;w;
Ruth Bihari
💙 Ava du Mortain 💙
acerbic wit
you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.
Saoirse Cathair
❤️ Mason ❤️
animal intuition
loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.
Noriko "Nori" Hakimi
💚 Nathaniel "Nate" Sewell 💚
flightless bird
the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.
Penelope "Nell" Delgado
💛 Farah Hauville 💛
spun gossamer
the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.
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Sunny :))
Remember: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Read pinned post before sending requests :)
#art#my art#toaitc art#artists on tumblr#omori#omori art#sunny#omori sunny#sunny omori#sunny art#boyyyy#he
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Seungyoun for Y Magazine 3/3
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6 am zillow look at the housing market and theres a semi built cabin more than an hour away (2 from work) thats in a heavy fire area, doesnt have anything but walls (meaning. No insulation, etc), but.
But its under $200k
Housing market hurry up and fucking CRASH THEYRE SELLING CABINS FOR HOUSE PRICES
#delete later#i dont have enough building know how and thats a fuckton of traffic but its a home!#there was another one but it was finished but it was like 300k#but 1k monthly payment?? in south ca?????#boyyyy#cant risk that far tho when theres a fire wouldnt be able to get out
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Taako! (From TV)
Every once in a while I’m in a TAZ phase again….
#taz balance#the adventure zone#the zone cast#taako#taz taako#taako taaco#taako the wizard#taz#taako from tv#taz fanart#fan art#my art#artists on tumblr#fanart#digital art#dnd#elf#my boyyyy#Julcreates
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kiribaku
#he's a boys' boyyyy#bnha#bakugo katsuki#kirishima eijirou#kiribaku#krbk#? idk#for OOMF#they're 18 here hence a much calmer bakugo#also that barzil shirt is bakugo's he got that during the wirld cup he flew to brazil with his parents (upper middle class antics)#but kirishima looks better in it so he wears it more often maybe thats how they relaized they like each other other this isnt my turf#but theyre rlly cute
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happy birthday suguru!! 🩵
#geto suguru#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#rainbow dragon#myart:jjk#myart#its already the 3rd of february in japan so i couldn't wait ;v;#hbd to our beautiful bby boyyyy 🩵🩵🩵
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so you're telling me that fabian, after finding himself all alone in that huge mansion, instead of dwell on it and sink into his sorrow, decided to turn the main hall into a study hall for his friends and any other students that need a comfortable place to study? free of charge?
im.
no yaeh im fine.
#MY SWEET BABY BOYYYY#he just doesnt wanna be alone :(#fabian seacaster#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high#fhjy#dimension 20#d20
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me: eddy doesn't have a type, no no
eddy: *the majority of people he has dated are older than him*
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