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It's honestly pretty great that Melora in this episode was literally just:
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She's just gonna let her funky little half-orc warlock-paladin do whatever he wants. 😇
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jobean12-blog · 7 months
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Love in Bloom
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad!Bucky)
Word Count: 2,863
Summary: You and Bucky have the best coffee date then meet up at the Farmer's Market. Every minute you spend with him makes you fall harder.
Author's Note: More plant!dad!bucky for you! I'm so excited that you all liked meeting him so much! I'm having a lot of fun with him! You can read the first story HERE! And please check out @nalonzooo art to see how amazing it is! 😍Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
PS If you'd like to see the shirt Bucky is wearing you can HERE and the two plant pots, ONE and TWO. 🥰💕
Warnings: plant talk, Alpine fluffs, sweet and soft fluffs all around :)
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You and Bucky have been texting every day since you met at the garden center, silly plant memes and pictures of Alpine filling up the lines between sweet words and soft flirting.
You couldn’t wait to see him for coffee today.  
The bell above the door dings as you enter and your eyes search for him. He’s standing at the counter, a large black backpack slung over his shoulders and a bouquet of flowers in one hand. He’s not wearing his hat today and his long hair is pulled back into a low bun with several strands sticking out.
When he spots you he smiles wide and waves you over.
“Hiya doll,” he says when you get close. “You look beautiful.”
You preen under his sweet words and kiss his cheek hello. “Hi Bucky.”
At the sound of your voice, Bucky’s backpack starts to move and Alpine’s white furry head peeks out between the open zipper.
“ALPINE!” you squeal, rubbing his head.
“He would have been very upset if I showed up without him,” Bucky laughs. “You can take him out if ya want.”
You reach down and gather up the cat, carefully lifting him out until he’s in your arms. You coo and gush over him while Bucky waits for your coffees.
The barista sets them down with a smile.
“Oh…shit,” Bucky mutters, finally tearing his eyes away from you when the coffee arrives. “Uh…I almost forgot,” he continues, holding out the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”
You take them with your free hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance.
“They’re so beautiful Bucky! Thank you!”
He grabs your coffees and starts toward a small empty table in the back. “You’re welcome doll. I got them at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square this morning.”
“You picked them out?” you ask, softly fingering the petals of the different blooms.
“Yeah,” he answers, looking both proud and slightly shy at the same time. “I like makin’ bouquets but I don’t really get the chance much.”
Bucky puts the coffees down and pulls your chair out for you. 
“Well, it’s perfect,” you tell him as you sit, setting the flowers down on the extra seat. “Thank you!”
Alpine promptly curls up in your lap, his tail swishing contentedly back and forth as you pet him.
Bucky sits next to you and unhooks the front strap of his backpack before slinging it off.
You stare at his chest.
“Oh my god,” you giggle.
“What?” he asks. “Did I drop some of my breakfast on my shirt?”
His worried eyes shoot down and he pulls his shirt away from his body, studying it closely.
“That shirt is so cute!”
He sighs in relief and lifts his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”
You press your hand to the soft fabric to smooth it out, poking the spot where the cat sits on the shelf in between all the plants. The feel of his hard chest beneath your fingertips has you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and it takes all of your willpower to drag your hand away.
“I love it,” you whisper. “It feels soft too.”
“It’s really comfortable,” he agrees. “I’m glad you like it. I didn’t even realize I put it on. Sometimes I wonder if all the plant and cat stuff is a bit much…”
“No way,” you interject. “What’s not to love about plants and cats?”
You sip your coffee and eye him over the rim of the cup.
“You get it,” he says, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile.
“Mmm,” you hum, “this is so good. I can’t believe I’ve never been here!”
“This place is great,” he agrees, “and they allow cats!”
After some yummy sips and comfortable silence he asks, “so how’s Spidey? Still alive I hope?”
“Thankfully still alive,” you giggle. “But I still don’t know the best spot to keep him and how often to water him and if I should repot him? If I kill another plant I’m not sure my confidence will recover…”
You laugh but the look on your face must say it all.
“You’re not going to kill him doll!” he assures you before launching into a barrage of questions and information.
You’re long done with your coffee and scones by the time you both feel satisfied that you have enough starter plant knowledge to keep Spidey thriving.
“When he gets too big for his pot I can’t wait to pick a new one out! They have so many cute ones on Etsy!”
Bucky drops his head with a playful scoff. “Don’t even get me started on Etsy. I have two new pots on the way right now.”
“Lemme see!” you squeak, smacking him in the arm in excitement.
He feigns pain and rubs the spot. “Ouch.”
“Oh please,” you tease. “You’re like solid muscle. There is no way that hurt.”
You squeeze his bicep and he instinctively flexes.
“Well now you’re just showing off,” you tell him, “and if you don’t stop I’m going to feel you up in the coffee shop.”
He goes still, his eyes laser focused on you before they drop to your lips when your tongue darts out to wet them.
“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I would never…”
“Doll,” he says, stopping you. “It’s fine. More than fine actually. I have zero problem with you touching me.”
“Oh.”
His eyes wander over your face before he leans in a little closer.
“That’s good,” you whisper, getting a good whiff of him, clean and spicy.
“Here are your blueberry muffins to go!” the barista says as she sets down the boxes.
You and Bucky move apart quickly, clearly startled out of the heat of the moment.
“Thanks,” you say, giving the barista a small smile.
When you take out your wallet he stops you with a warm hand over yours. “I got it doll.”
“But you already got the coffee and scones,” you explain.
“And I’ve got the muffins too,” he says.
“Thank you.”
He leans in and gives you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary and your skin tingles.
“Thank you,” he whispers before pulling out his phone.
He scrolls around for a few seconds before turning his screen around so you can see it. There’s a picture of a white pot with a cat shaped face, the cat’s expression sweet and serene.
“So I got that one anddddd this one,” he says, scrolling again to a picture of another white cat planter, except this time it has four little legs.
“I love them,” you say. “They’re perfect and almost as cute as Alpine!”
Once you’re outside in the sunshine and back to some form of reality you reluctantly hand over Alpine.
“Guess I have to give him back huh?” you joke.
“Well,” Bucky begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re going to be at the Farmer’s Market again tomorrow morning. If you’re around you could join us?”
“I do need to stock up on fruits and vegetables,” you muse. “I’ll be there, just text me a time later.”
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Thankfully Sunday morning comes quickly and you’re out the door in record time, strolling down West 17th street in the sunshine.
When you don’t see Buck you start to amble around the stalls, picking through various fruits and admiring the jarred jams.
“That one is really good.”
The deep and familiar voice makes you smile before you even turn around and when you do you see Bucky standing there with his backpack against his chest and Alpine’s head sticking out.
“Hey you two!”
He quickly but carefully swings the bag to his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you toward his chest for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
His hair is down today, brushing his shoulder and you have a strong urge to take one of the strands hanging in his face and twirl it around your finger.
Instead, you reach up and tuck it behind his ear, your eyes studying his face while you lean into him.
“I also have that in fig and raspberry flavor.”
“I think she’s talking to you,” Bucky says with a smirk.
“Huh?” you mumble, still staring at him.
He delicately takes your chin between his fingers and turns your head toward the stall.
“OH!” you squeak. “I’m so sorry…I was just saying hello and um…right. Did you say fig and raspberry?”
The vendor nods with a knowing smile.
“That’s great. I love figs. I’ll take one!”
You slip from Bucky’s arms and finish the transaction, taking your nicely packaged jam and walking toward the next stall, still feeling a bit awkward.
When you stop at the sunflower stall Bucky says, “I’ve always wanted to grow these but I don’t really have anywhere to do it.”
“They get really tall right?”
“Yeah, taller than me,” he says with a laugh. “I have to do more research.”
“They’re beautiful! Have you ever been to a farm to see them. It’s amazing!”
“I haven’t yet but I’d really like to do that,” he admits.
“We can go together…if you want?”
“How about you let me take you on a proper date first then we’ll go out to the farm and pick sunflowers.”
“I love that plan.”
Even though you’re still standing beside the stall and there are people walking by and around you, it seems as if it all fades away as Bucky steps closer and his fingertips graze your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
He whispers your name, his eyes falling to your lips just before Alpine’s paw shoots between your faces and bats away a loose piece of Bucky’s hair.
“Alpine!” Bucky chides. “Watch it buddy!”
You cover your mouth but can’t stop your eruption of giggles as you watch Alpine continue to try and bat Bucky in the face.
“Told you he was a menace!” Bucky says with a pointed look at Alpine who simply meows with a blink.
“Aw but who could be mad at that face?” you coo, scratching under Alpine’s chin.
“ME!” Bucky practically pouts. “I’m mad!”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and after a moment of silence you both start laughing again.
“Come on,” Bucky says as he slings his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s buy some food!”
By the time you’re done perusing and purchasing it’s almost lunch time.
“I’m starving,” Bucky says as he rubs his stomach.
Your eyes fall to the action just as his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of his taut skin lined with a dark trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.
With a hard swallow you avert your eyes and mumble, “me too!”
“Wanna get some lunch doll?”
“What was that?” you ask, lifting your eyes to find him watching you intently.
“Do you want to grab a bite? It’s lunch time.”
“Shit, already! I’m supposed to meet my best friend for lunch at one!”
“It’s only a little after twelve, don’t worry,” he assures you with a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’d invite you to come along but it’s our girl time,” you explain, looking disappointed yourself.
“Nope, I get it doll. That’s important time but let me at least walk you back to your place.”
“I’d like that.”
He adjusts Alpine and his backpack then takes your bag from you, switching hands so his free one is swinging next to yours.
Every so often your fingers brush as you walk and finally he hooks his pinky through yours, gauging your reaction. When you smile and tighten your grip he entwines all his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.
You walk back to your apartment hand in hand.
“I can’t believe I didn’t buy any flowers or plants today,” Bucky states, looking surprised as he holds the door of your building open for you.
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t!”
“It’s your fault,” he teases. “You’re a distraction.”
You press your teeth into your bottom lip and shrug demurely before turning and heading up the steps.
“Thankfully I’m only on the second floor…this is me.”
You point to the door on the left and start to fish for your keys. Once you have the door open you tell him to come in so you can take your bag and show him Spidey.
He approves of your placement and also Spidey’s overall health and you clap your hands together happily.
Your phone dings and you grab it, quickly reading a text from Nat.
“Thank goodness she finally picked a place to eat,” you laugh.
“Me and Alpine will have to pick some pizza up on the way home,” he says with a wink.
You stand only a few inches apart, staring at each other.
“Well, I guess…” you start.
“Thanks for meeting…” he begins at the same time.
You both drop your heads and laugh.
“I had the best time Bucky. I wish we could have had lunch too…”
“Nah don’t worry, it’s ok doll. I mean I do too. I would have loved to spend the rest of the day with you but you have plans. I understand.”
He turns and starts toward the door.
“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Alpine. He’ll bitch the whole way home if you don’t.”
As if on cue Alpine’s two white ears perk up and he pops his head out of Bucky’s open backpack.
“Bye handsome,” you croon. “Be good and I’ll see you soon.”
“He’s not coming on our dinner date next week,” Bucky chimes in. “I don’t want him stepping on my toes again.”
“Awwww,” you say with feigned sadness. “I’ll miss him!”
When Bucky’s standing in your doorway he turns to face you again and licks his lips.
“Text me when you get home?” he asks, his tone unsure.
“I will,” you say with a soft smile.
“Have fun doll!”
You both stand there staring at each other again and you finally take a step closer, your eyes focused on his before they drop to his lips.
“Bye Bucky.”
You practically invite him to kiss you, pressing yourself against him as you lean up. You lay your palms on his chest and feel his muscles flex beneath you. He dips his head, his lips brushing your cheek before he gives you a quick peck in the same spot and turns on his heel.
You try to hide your disappointment with a smile but the corners of his mouth turn down as he backs up.
“See you soon,” he says quietly.
“See you soon,” you reply as you start to shut the door.
With a wave you shut it softly and let out an exhale as you deflate.
You’re not even two steps away when you hear a knock. Your stomach erupts in butterflies as you twirl around and swing the door open, staring at Bucky on the other side.
“That’s not at all how I wanted to say goodbye,” he murmurs before he steps back inside your apartment, shuts the door and spins you against it.
You realize there’s nowhere to go as you find yourself pressed to the door; Bucky’s hard body lined up with yours.
The first thing you feel is the strength of his metal hand as it wraps around your arm and his other clasping the nape of your neck as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.
You make a throaty sound you can’t control and cling to him, the smell of him, the feel of his hands holding you to him, it’s all overwhelming in the best way. His hand at your neck tightens every so slightly and he groans, the sound skimming across your skin like electricity.
He deepens the kiss, demanding more and it’s enough to steal your breath. Your hands dive into his hair and you moan into his mouth again, unable to stop it as his hand on your arm slips behind you and traces the curve of your spine.
With a muttered curse he breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look into your eyes. His blue eyes are dark, his long lashes lowered as he traces his tongue over his swollen lips.
“Bucky?” you whisper.
He closes his eyes, resting his forehead to yours.
“I’m sorry if that was…”
“It was perfect,” you whisper.
His eyes open and he lifts his head, reluctantly putting some space between you.
“Perfect,” he repeats.
He still looks like he wants to kiss you again and again as his eyes wash over you and his expression looks pained.
Your phone dings again.
“Nat,” you state, not taking your eyes off him.
He wavers, leaning toward you before he mutters, “fuck,” and runs a hand through his hair. “Right. Lunch.”
“I’ll talk to you later doll,” he says.
“Ok,” you manage, willing your body to keep holding you upright.
He gives you a slow and sexy smile before turning and walking down the steps.
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formulapai · 5 months
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WTF = WHAT THE FLOWER ?
some headcanons with various drivers 🧡
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scenario: the drivers with a florist partner OR my daily struggles as a florist, but make it delulu
warning: flowery tomfoolery, mental breakdown and pollens
pai’s words: yes I did cry in front of some customers, yes it was as embarrassing as you can imagine, no I do not regret it (I do)
OSCAR🍊
- the one to remove lilies’ stains from you when you get back from the shop, so he has a roll of tape ready to go at all times
- one time you come back with a big, bright orange stain on your cheek that you didn’t notice before
- is torn between making fun of you and helping you but decides to do the latter
- approaches you with a smirk on his face and proceeds to place a big piece of tape right in the stain and remove it while you’re too stunned to move
- snickers as he holds the orange piece of tape in front of your face until you realize why he decided to glue your cheek
LANDO🍊
- the one to come to your shop and act like a random customer
- talks as if he doesn’t know you or your colleagues and ask unhinged things
- “is it better to water the plant with bathroom water or kitchen water?”
- always ends up buying something and proceeds to give it to you right after you finish wrapping it
- your colleagues swoon while they watch the interaction
- waits for you to close the shop when he can so you can walk back home together
CHARLES🍊
- the one to compliment each and every one of your creations
- you made a mini bouquet with like five flowers ? absolutely breathtaking
- always brags about you and buys something from your shop every time he goes to a dinner, an event or has to give someone a gift
- will probably try to convince some formal events or brands to work with you even when you tell him not to
- tries hard to learn some flower names so he can show off but forget in 0.5 seconds
CARLOS🍊
- the one to kiss your fingers when you hurt them with the pruning knife
- massages your shoulders and legs after a long day
- messages you through the day to ask about how it’s going, the customers you’ve had, what you’ve sold
- brings your lunchbox at work when he notices you forgot it
- motivates you to go to work in the morning even if the only thing he truly wants is to stay in bed with you
LOGAN🍊
- the one to send you memes about your job and ask you if it’s relatable
- spends all his time off in your shop, just chilling
- at this point he’s a worker here too
- once killed one of your plant and went to your shop to buy one to replace it, forgetting you WORK there
- is so soft for you and your love for flowers, it’s actually so sweet
ALEX🍊
- the one to watch YouTube videos so he can understand your ranting better
- “so those are orchids.. but they don’t look like THESE orchids..”
- proudly shows off his knowledge and acts like a puppy when you acknowledge it
- sends someone you don’t know to buy a bouquet and surprises you with it when you come back
- forces George to go to your shop and buy his gf something
LEWIS🍊
- the one to let you rant all night long
- always asks about your day and what you did
- encourages you to try new things and techniques
- in awe when he sees you working, the way you’re focused and passionate warms his heart
- brings you to dine out when he feels like it because you deserve it
- sends you random pictures of flowers he saw today and asks about them
GEORGE🍊
- the one to criticize annoying customers with you
- the person who was rude to you earlier better pray George doesn’t find them cause he’s ready to lash his sass out
- comes to the shop to flirt with you while you ignore him and talk to other customers
- tells you cringey things like “you’re the prettiest flower” or something
- runs you a warm bath when he senses you’ve had a bad day
PT 2 with other drivers soon 🧡
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straykeedz · 5 months
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day 20: hyunjin + consensual somnophilia
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tw: female anatomy; sexting; oral (f receiving); unprotected piv sex (don’t do this at home 🤨); creampie; hints as reader returning the favor; ♡
wc: 2,1k;
this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡
🔖 (open): @linos-kitten ; @luneskies ; @kxcies-blog ; @idunnomanmynamewastaken ; @cessixja ; @stolasisyourparent ; @kookiesbunny ; @xoxo-xoxo-bunny ; @ivyskzsworld ; @mal-lunar-28 ; @leetaste ; @sunnykynnie ; @channiesgoodgirl ; @seonghwatoothless ; @mrsminho ; @seungminluv3 ; @jin-from-the-block ; @aaasia111 ; @sulkygyu ; @whosanaanyway ; @y-ur--I ; @vixensss ; @nightimescapes ; @freckleboilix ; @dreamingaboutjisung ; @yourbeomiebear ; ♡
to make sure i add you to the taglist, your age must be clearly visible on your profile. also, empty blogs will not be added - add at least a profile picture to your blog so that i’ll know you’re not a bot. ♡
smut below the cut, minors dni
Hyunjin loves sleeping with you. 
No, not in a sexual way. Well, also in a sexual way, but he truly does love to just sleep next to you, snuggle closer to your warm body and intertwine your legs with his to keep him warm through the night - it doesn’t matter if there’s a million degrees outside or if it’s freezing cold, the man just wants to sleep wrapped around you. There’s nothing he craves more after a long day than to lie down on the bed next to you, inhale the delicate scent of your shampoo and shower gel as he wraps his limbs around your figure, not wanting to let go of you. And you don’t want him to let go of you either - so you get comfortable in his embrace, pushing your body closer to his as you fall asleep lulled by the sound of his heartbeat. 
Hyunjin sleeps the best when he has you next to him. Whenever he leaves for tours or promotions or fashion shows and has to sleep alone in those cold, empty beds of the hotel he stays in, he never gets a good sleep. He would wake up the following morning with two big, dark circles under his eyes that even the best concealer in the world would have trouble hiding. The first thing he’d do once he’s finally back home is spend an entire day next to you in bed, holding you in his arms as he finally gets his well-deserved rest. 
But of course he also love sleeping with you. Sex with you is out of this world and his favorite way to show you how much he loves you, because sometimes words are not enough and paintings take too long to make - he needs to let you know how he feels about you effective immediately.  This doesn’t mean that your intimate sessions are always lovemaking sessions - sometimes, it’s just pure, raw, animalistic fucking each other’s brains out until you both forget your names. 
Unfortunately, due to his insanely busy schedule, Hyunjin hasn’t been able to do neither. He can’t even remember the last time you fell asleep next to each other, and he hates it. Sure, he still gets to sleep next to you and hold you through the night, but it’s not the same. And he knows you miss him too, that you miss the intimacy you two used to share before falling asleep in each other’s arms. 
He misses your lips, your arms, your hands on his skin, the way your legs wrap around his hips as he fucks you, he misses you so bad it hurts. 
His phone buzzes in his pocket, distracting him from his thoughts. He smiles when he sees it’s a text from you. 
you: miss u :(
you: wish you were here with me… 
you: want u so bad
Hyunjin sighs, because he knows today’s a busy day at the studio and he won’t be able to leave anytime soon. Before he can type his reply, however, his phone buzzes again. Two attachments, two pictures. He wastes no time in downloading them, thinking you might’ve sent him memes or something, but he nearly drops his phone as soon as he clicks on the first one. 
He blinks a couple of time as he stares at the screen of his phone. It’s a mirror selfie, but you’re not exactly dressed. In fact, you’re completely naked. His breath gets caught in his throat as he swipes to see the next one, a close up of your pussy. How is he supposed to focus now? He still has to be at work for another couple of hours, and those pictures most definitely won’t leave his mind. 
oh, my sweet baby, my sweet jagiya… i wish i was there with you too :( n i miss you too <3 
wish i could touch that pretty pussy, make you come around my fingers…
i’ll probably be home late tonight too, tho :’( u’ll probably be asleep by the time i come home
Hyunjin loves his job, but sometimes he hates it too. 
you: i don’t mind if u don’t 👀
Hyunjin is not sure he understands the implicature behind your text, but his interest is definitely piqued by your curious reply. 
???
you: i wouldn’t mind it if you woke me up with ur cock inside of me or with ur tongue on my 🐱 just sayin 🤷‍♀️
And Hyunjin nearly chokes on his spit, but he’s thankful none of his band members are around. He’s sure even the tips of his ears are red by now, and a bulge is evident in his skinny jeans. Just the thought of waking you up with sex… gosh, it makes his mouth water. 
JAGI!
the boys could’ve read this!!
you: but they didnt 🙊
NOT the point. 
but… are u serious? would u really be okay with it?
you: as i said before
you: i dont mind if u don’t 
you: besides, ive gone too long without ur cock. kinda need it bad :(
-
Hyunjin found it hard to focus on the damn dance practice and recording session, the thought of the pictures you’d sent him and your texts were carved in his mind. All he could think of was coming home to you.
He enters your shared apartment making sure not to be too loud - it’s nearly four in the morning, you’re surely sleeping. As soon as the thought of your sleeping figure, graciously cuddled up under the covers pops up in his head, he remembers your texts, and his cock begins to stir in the confines of his underwear. 
Is he really going to do this? Is he really going to fuck you while you’re asleep? You made it perfectly clear to him that the idea turns you on and that you want him to. Does he wants to? So bad. It sounds so intimate, so desperate… 
He gets rid of his shoes and slowly makes it to your shared bedroom - you’re sleeping so peacefully. You’re on your side, your back facing him, and he can’t wait to climb up on the bed next to you, he missed you so much. He changes into a pair of sweats and a clean t-shirt, before getting under the covers, ready to put his arm over your body and pull you closer. 
When he does, he freezes, realising he’s touching your bare skin. Maybe he’s imagining it, maybe your pajama t-shirt has rolled up. But when he drags his hand upwards, his fingers brush the soft skin of your bare chest and he realizes that you’re not wearing anything. The realization makes him let out a desperate sigh as his length throbs in his boxers. 
He moves his hand downwards, wanting to check if you’re naked down there, too. You are, because the pads of his digits directly meet the soft skin of your pussy, and he sucks in a breath as he lets his fingers brush your sensitive parts, closer and closer to touching your clit. When he does place them directly on it, he feel you squirm and breath heavily in your sleep, but you don’t wake up. Somehow, it turns him on even more. 
He places a soft kiss on your bare shoulder as he begins to circle your clit with his expert fingers, slow and delicate, just how you like it, making sure to get you nice and wet for him. Then, he remembers that it’s been too long since he’s last tasted you - this seems to be just the perfect occasion. So he moves his fingers from your pussy and places his hand on your hip, gently helping you turn your body so that you’re now on your back, still asleep. 
He takes a couple of seconds to admire your sleeping figure, smiling to himself as he caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You’re so beautiful, jagi…”, he whispers on your lips, before capturing them in a soft kiss. 
His body finds its place between your legs, Hyunjin’s face just a couple of inches away from your naked crotch, ready to taste you after weeks of being deprived by this joy - neither yours nor his fault. Stupid idol schedule, denying him the pleasure of eating his girlfriend out. The first drag of his tongue on your folds is tentative, hesitant. He savors the way your hot, bare pussy feels against his tongue, a feeling he’d missed. 
He laps at your entrance, then gently kisses all the way up to your clit, giving it a single lick and then a kiss. He feels you squirm in your place, and hears you let out a whine, but you’re not awake. He wonders how it feels - is it like a sex dream? More intense? Less? Do you even feel him, touching you, kissing you, licking you? 
He gives your clit a few more kisses, before pulling away slightly, only to push two fingers into his mouth to coat them in his spit to lubricate them, before aligning them at your entrance. A soft whimper leaves your mouth when his digits penetrate you and he latches his mouth on your clit, which makes Hyunjin press his face against the flesh of your cunt as he moves his fingers inside of you. 
He knows you’re getting close when he feels your walls clenching around his fingers, and that encourages him to keep going, so he keeps sucking on your clit while moving inside of you. He feels you squeeze his digits incredibly tight and hears your heavy breath - that’s how he knows you’ve come. 
“Hyunjin…”, your raspy voice calls his name, and at the same time he feels your fingers tugging at his hair. 
He climbs up on the bed, body hovering over yours, and even though it’s dark outside, the pale moonlight provides you enough light to see each other’s features. “Hi, baby.” Hyunjin smiles at you, then places a soft kiss on your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his lips. “Sorry if I woke you up.”, he whispers on your lips. “You can go back to sleep, my sweet baby.”, his fingers caress your hair as he kisses you once more. 
You shake your head as a no. “Mh, no… want you to fuck me.”, you mumble, still a bit sleepy. 
“Are you sure, jagi?”
“Mh-hm.”, you hum. “Miss you.”
Hyunjin knows the feeling - he misses you too. “Okay.”, he nods. 
His fingers reach the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock and balls. He aligns the tip of his length to your entrance, coating it in what remains of your orgasm, before he starts to push inside inch by inch, making you gasp. 
He can feel every inch of you deliciously wrapped around him, sucking him in, as you wrap your limbs around his strong figure, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he fucks into you slowly. 
“M-Missed you so much, baby.” Hyunjin grunts, grinding his hips against yours, allowing his cock to sink even deeper inside of you. 
“Missed you too, Jin.”, you whimper. “Needed to feel you this close.”
“I’m sorry baby.”, he continues to thrust inside of you gently, slowly, savoring every moment, every feeling of finally being inside of you. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“I love you.”, you whimper, your second orgasm already building up in your stomach. Hyunjin can feel it, he feels the way you’re squeezing him, the way your legs start to shake, wrapped around his. 
“N-Not gonna last long, baby. Cum for me.”, he encourages you, snapping his hips just a little bit faster, enough to send you over the edge. You cum for the second time, this time around him, clenching around his length, which has him reaching his high almost immediately. “F-Fuck, baby, I’m… cumming.”, he whimpers as he feels your walls practically milking him dry. 
His body collapses on yours, and you run your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath, still panting heavily. Then, he pulls out of you and quickly runs to grab you a wet towel to place between your legs, before lying down next to you, enveloping you in a tight hug, your back against his chest. 
“Did you… did you like it?”, he clears his throat. “I mean, when you- when you were asleep?”, he clarifies. 
You hum. “Very much.”, he can’t see you, but he just knows you’re smiling. 
“How… how does it feel?”
You turn your face to look at him, a mischievous smirk on your face. “Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself?”
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hogwarts legacy headcanons + imagines: how they fell for you and how they ended up asking you out
ft. sebastian, ominis, garreth, and amit with gn!reader
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themes: a lot of fluff, sfw, slight crack lmao idk
warning: not proofread; unedited
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sebastian sallow
he will most likely (and unknowingly) dig his own grave by "harmlessly" calling you pet names and not-so-subtly flirt with you the moment you manage to catch his attention
how did you catch his attention? when he finds you sneaking in the restricted section when he himself was also sneaking into the same place (spiderman meme moment lmao)
contrary to popular belief, he's probably not flirty to most people, preferring to hit the books and practice his spell-casting. the people he wouldn't mind snogging or more though? hmmmmmm
then there's you, who's astonishingly immune to his charm and suave words. he finds that alluring but in actual reality, you're probably just too unassuming to realize he's making moves
he most likely fell for you either the moment you whooped his ass during a duel, or when you effectively saved his ass in some way from either battling spiders, poachers, or goblins
he didn't realize it at first though, until it slowly started to sink in that spending time with you gives him some sort of addicting glee deep down
that's when he realized that he can't mess around anymore with the casual pet names and flirting, so he stops doing those the moment he becomes aware of his feelings
he tries playing it cool regardless along with denying his feelings. he settles for that painful pining, however (damn that crucio must've done something to him to push through with this sort of pain--)
ominis would've probably smacked him in the head for being an oaf and overcomplicating things for himself
but just as he's not so subtle with his flirting tendencies, it's the same with his jealousy and shattered ego
"leander wants to invite who out for a date?!"
"(y/n). i overheard him and weasley talking about asking (y/n) out for a date later in hogsmeade. don't see why that should matter much to you though," ominis shrugs, casually popping a flavored bean into his mouth.
"it's leander for merlin's sake! leander fucking prewett - the mandrake-looking moonmind who lost to me multiple times in a duel!" sebastian hissed, angry jealousy and disbelief evident in his tone.
"oh i see what's going on now."
"the last time i checked, you're blind, ominis."
"i'll pretend you didn't say that, sebastian. but least leander prewett isn't on the verge of stealing my significant other."
"they're not my significant other-"
"oh, but you want them to be. how about you stop lying to yourself and just ask (y/n) out before he does? simple solution for a simple problem, unless you want prewett to do it first."
sebastian stormed off, heading towards a confused-looking (y/n) while ominis was smirking triumphantly.
he "forgot" to tell sebastian he was just pulling his leg. whoops.
"you. me. three broomsticks. today. after class."
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ominis gaunt
we all know he's baby, but boy he's really snarky at first and you were kinda scared of him
you've probably been crushing on him since the first day you met him despite his bark (bitch pls who wouldn't be?)
everyone in your year is hyper aware of your crush towards him 'coz they actually see what you do for him in secret whenever you could (such as countering any hex or jinx his older siblings would try to cast at him in hallways when they were still students in hogwarts)
you didn't really want to offend him in any way hence the secrecy of your actions. he's rather adamant that he can handle it all on his own, but you just do it voluntarily as an act of love.
during potions class is when you look out for him the most. when you weren't in the same table as him, you'd adjust the flame for him using your wand from a considerably long distance whenever you noticed that weird swirls were coming out of his cauldron.
professor sharp noticed this eventually, so he ends up assigning you to the same table as ominis every school year primarily for safety reasons (or maybe he finds the one-sided pining rather painful to look at)
you were more open with giving your help to him from that point onwards, telling him if he grabbed the wrong ingredient, handing him over things, if the potion looks wrong, etc.
ominis' grades in potions improved thanks to you!
he shares his treats with you and occasionally teaches you new spells in the undercroft as a form of reciprocation
little do you know, ominis actually knows what you've been doing all these years. he just doesn't feel he deserves someone as kind as you are, much to sebastian's chagrin watching the both of you pine for each other
he always has been rather attracted with how gentle and caring you are (i mean, you did prevent his cauldron from exploding at his face at several points), and he fell more overtime as he got to know you. he's just extremely subtle about how he shows his feelings.
"seems like i'm running low on ingredients," ominis mutters, shaking his nearly empty jar of crushed moonstone.
"we have been using alot of them lately, haven't we? i'm running out of quite a lot of ingredients too actually," you said.
now's definitely ominis' chance.
"how about we go to hogsmeade later after class to buy the ingredients? and perhaps have some butterbeer or go to honeydukes after. my treat. if you don't mind, that is."
your face burned at this. he asked you out. merlin, he actually fucking asked you out.
"s-sure! i'd be glad to. l-let's meet at the bell tower entrance later! see you!" you sputtered rather embarrassingly as you gathered your things before scampering off to your next class. a faint smile and a blush graces ominis' usually stoic expression.
"would you look at that. you finally had the guts to ask her out on a date," sebastian drawls, elbowing lightly at ominis' rib.
ominis scowled, his face flushing dark red both in embarrassment and annoyance, earning a teasing chortle from his brunette-haired best friend.
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garreth weasley
you're both partners-in-crime: best friends since childhood to be precise
however, this dork initially sees you more as a gorilla than an actual human being *monke noises*
you can't blame garreth though - you both went through the childhood stages together and he's so comfortable with your presence and vice-versa
despite your mischief with him and both of you landing yourselves in detention quite often, you've actually roped him out of trouble several times from flunking his grades. surprisingly you're pretty smart for a troublemaker
gryffindor loses alot of their house points mostly because of you two especially during potions class
thanks to the both of you, a cauldron lid lodged itself to the ceiling of the potions classroom after a huge explosion. professor sharp has never removed it as a grim reminder of both of your "shameful" behavior during class (or perhaps he was actually amused by the incident). both of you got a week's worth of detention from that as well.
special mention to garreth completely burning off one of sebastian's eyebrows (a/n: watch this tiktok for the context)
how garreth realized he loves you: partner-in-crime? check. loves your personality? check. will probably die if you're not around? double check. he hates being away from you? CHECK. he would do all sorts of things to make you happy? check. you're an actual human being? surprisingly, after careful evaluation and contemplation, check.
and then realization dawns upon him that all this time, he's been in love with his best friend for years and counting. however out of fear of ruining the friendship, he decides not to confess
potions class - your absolute favorite. garrett, however, isn't looking particularly excited today - he absolutely dreads today's particular lesson: amortentia - the love potion.
garrett was determined to stay out of trouble today. getting professor sharp's attention is the worst thing that could possibly happen. unfortunately, violent sparks flew from his cauldron after he accidentally dropped his whole bottle of powdered moonstone due to his jitters.
"ah, perfect. mr weasley, please come up here. instead of blowing up another cauldron yet again, perhaps you should tell us what you smell?"
"a-ah. right, sir. um.. i smell..." 
garreth took a whiff. his senses went into full overdrive as a familiar, comforting array of scents engulfed him. long story short: his brain short-circuited.
“... (y/n)!” he blurted out of pure nervousness, causing an eruption of gasps and wolf whistles while you flushed pink at his sudden and rather public confession. garreth was absolutely mortified upon realizing what had happened as he rushed back to his station. as soon as potions classes ended, you approach garreth who was looking dejected.
"garreth, i-"
"yes, (y/n). i've loved you since we were kids-"
"wait. let me-"
"i know it took too long for me to realize-"
"garreth-"
"but it was always you and i got scared-"
he was cut off from rambling any further as you gave him a peck on the lips. the ginger-haired male was stunned, whispering an "oh" in realization as he slowly beamed.
"faculty tower after class? let's go to honeydukes."
you smiled, nodding in agreement.
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amit thakkar
oh boy, where do i even start with this one
long story short: it was love at first sight for him
but with how skittish he gets especially when he's around you? he avoids you like the plague to avoid making a fool out of himself
you bring out his dreamy, poetic side
he's a writer, so he secretly writes poems and stories about you as an outlet to express his love in some way
he keeps those several pieces of parchment sandwiched in between his thick books. whenever he secretly gets bored of the class, that's when he starts writing down those little (and unfortunately unsent) love notes
but alas, he can't avoid you forever. you were both assigned in pairs to map out several star charts for your astronomy class
he discovers that you do have a fascination for the cosmos just as he does, and that you're an avid listener to his enthusiastic ramblings about the said topic
eventually he starts to be more comfortable around you
he was content with this platonic set up actually - just you and him chilling under the night sky. hell, he feels lucky to be even graced by your presence
however, all hell broke loose because of everett clopton teasing him after he found one of his romantic literary snippets, thus resulting in the unconsented confession of his feelings towards you
amit has been avoiding you eversince that incident after charms class with everett clopton reciting one of his cheesy poems about you after taking his charms textbook without his permission. in a fit of embarrassment, he actually ran out of the classroom, ignoring your calls. for once, he didn't care about his time table, opting to retreat himself to his favorite corner at the library's 2nd floor as a means of consoling himself with the peaceful silence.
lately all he does is to drown out his racing thoughts by either reading one of his more complicated books or burying himself with extra work. humiliation aside, he really didn't know how to face you now. he thinks he has permanently lost you even as a platonic friend, and that's what crushed him the most about the situation.
he failed to notice the soft footsteps approaching him as he buried his nose behind a book once more.
"amit?"
he jolted up at the sound of your voice calling him and the both of you stared at each other in silence briefly. you were visibly rather nervous, playing with the dry skin of your fingertips - a mannerism amit had noted that you did whenever you get nervous.
"about charms class-"
"(y/n), don't worry about it. we don't have to-"
"no, please let me finish."
amit stilled, listening attentively.
"i got the book from everett when you rushed out of the classroom. i'm sorry, but i did read some of the other notes. but you have no idea how happy i was when i read them, amit."
you took a step forward, finally mustering enough courage to take his hand lovingly - a shy gesture of proclaiming your adoration towards him.
"could you make more of them, please? for me?"
it took a second or two for your rather cryptic confession to sink in. but the moment it did, amit was brimming with so much happiness he could burst anytime in that moment, wide smiles and all.
"yes, of course. but only after a date with you."
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longing, on cloud nine, variability
Longing - how would they behave if their lovers were currently away from them?
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Cross༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸As long as you keep in touch with him, he knows you'll be back;
▸He'll polish his knives or chat with someone or with Epic will play a prank on someone.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Dream༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸Dream knows that you also have your own personal life, so just let him know how long you will be away;
▸He also tells you the approximate time of absence when he goes on "missions"?
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Blueberry༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸Tries to stay in line, because he can't let you down and get discouraged. ▸He's the Magnificent Sans;
▸But Blueberry will find something to do in your absence.(create new puzzles for you and the others🤫);
▸Will always be waiting for you to come.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Epic༶•���┈⛧┈♛
▸Throws you sad and funny pictures with memes, will write you about funny reactions from those whom he scared or pranked.
°*✧──────────────────✧*°
On cloud nine - how do they behave when they are in love / Is it obvious to others?
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Cross༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸ Invites you to go out. ▸ He tries to woo you in his own way, makes sure that you take care of yourself, if you have not eaten today he will take you to a cafe or to the nearest diner;
▸Obviously only for those who have known him for a long time or just see the differences in character changes;
▸For those around him, Cross hides it perfectly.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Dream༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸He takes you to your favorite places, likes to give you all sorts of trinkets that suit you, will do whatever he can to make you happy;
▸Too obvious, lots of comfort.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Blueberry༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸Does tacos for you, loves making new puzzles with you-you're like inspiration to him;
▸As a Magnificent Sans, he will cherish you, Blueberry loves to just treat you like something fragile.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Epic༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸ It's obvious that even his eyes are screaming about it, and his pupils resemble hearts;
▸Epik is so overwhelmed with emotion that he doesn't know where to put himself;
▸ Loves to take you to all sorts of holidays, attractions, will give you many (very many) compliments, give you trinkets that remind him of you.
°*✧──────────────────✧*°
Variability - whether their behavior is different in public and in front of their beloved?
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Cross༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸In public Cross behaves reservedly toward you because of his fears, tries to minimize his PDA, but likes to hold on to his little fingers;
▸And in private, Cross is soft-spoken, tactful, and very clingy.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Dream༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸ In public, Dream still loves you, he's not afraid to show it, he's more concerned about the fact that someone might not like it and try to belittle you;
▸Dream will hold your hand, showing in every way that he values your relationship and your trust very much.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Blueberry༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸ Basically nothing changes, except that with you he likes to laze around on the couch, share his worries and talk about what you and/or he is interested in, but he is still a hyperactive guy.
♛┈⛧┈┈•༶Epic༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
▸ You - are his special Bruh. But nothing changes except that spends more time with you than he does with others;
▸He only shows you special memes.
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Two sides of the same coin - Freedom of the road
It was a really lovely day in May. Joe almost didn't mind waiting for his colleague in the warm sunshine of the parking lot with birds singing and flowers blooming in fields of green grass in the nearby park. The only trouble was, that he would have preferred spending his Sunday another way, perhaps walking a bit in the park or sitting in his garden. Instead, it was the culmination of a most stressful week at the accounting company Joe worked at. There were several large statements due for Monday, and Joe and his colleague Terry didn't see any other way of getting it done but working an extra shift on Sunday.
Finally, Terry arrived in his small car.
"Sorry", he said. "Traffic was really bad. The moment the sun comes out, all the streets are full of bikers."
The way Terry said that left no doubt on what his thoughts about the aforementioned group of traffic participants was.
Terry was a short man with some extra pounds while Joe was long and thin. Both wore glasses and looked like the stereotypical accounts they were.
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"No worries, we have the whole day", Joe said sarcastically and sighed. "Let's get started."
Joe and Terry entered the office building and made their way to the elevator. As Joe was about to exit the elevator behind Terry, he saw something glittering on the floor. As he reached down to pick it up, he saw a small coin. Neat. He would have to clean it properly at home, perhaps it was valuable. Joe put it carefully in his wallet and didn't notice it disappeared once he closed the wallet again.
"Are you coming?" he heard Terry calling and hurried up to the door to their office Terry was holding open.
The first few hours, the work was rather uneventful with files piling up on both desks. However, as the morning progressed, Joe was feeling more and more unrest.
"Do you mind if I put on some music?", he asked his coworker.
"No problem", answered Terry who was looking at his computer screen.
It took Joe some time to find something he liked. Normally, he was a big fan of classical music, but today, it seemed too boring. Finally, he settled on some 90s and 80s rock music. Not his usual taste, but a good fit for the day, he decided.
It made things somewhat better, but he couldn't concentrate on his work well. He found himself browsing the web instead, visiting some meme sites, reading news, and so on. Besides boredom, there was another problem he had. Ever since they started working, he was feeling increasingly horny today. That was rather unusual, as he usually had his needs well under control, but today it was especially bad.
His browsing changed to looking at pictures of girls online. That helped for a while, but over time, the pictures did less and less for him. He switched to scantily clad ones and finally to full front NSFW porn, but it was no use. It was like he was looking for something these girls just couldn't give him. His gaze wandered to the window, and he looked to the sun-kissed world outside.
"You know, I'm going to take a break. Get outside for a bit and see the sun." Joe finally said.
"Sure thing", replied Terry without taking his eyes off the screen.
Joe got up and walked towards the door. He felt strangely empty inside when he stepped out into the sunlight. It was like this place was sucking away all his energy.
He was surprised when Terry joined him on his way out.
"Are you coming with me? I thought you didn't believe in taking walks." Joe said.
"I don't, but I do need some fresh air occasionally", Terry answered with a smirk.
Joe shrugged and followed his colleague out of the building. They crossed the road together and went through a small park where they sat down on one of the benches to enjoy the weather. Joe was very self-conscious because of his boner that just wouldn't go away on his own.
As he looked over to Terry however, he noticed that the other man seemed to have a very similar problem. His pants were tented, and he tried to casually readjust himself without Joe noticing. For some reason that excited Joe more than the pictures of girls he looked at for the last hour. It might be the spring fever, but he really wanted to see what was under these pants of Terrys.
"What's wrong?", Joe asked suddenly.
Terry froze for a moment before answering: "Nothing, why?"
"You seem nervous or something. Is everything okay?" Joe pressed.
"Yeah... Yeah it is", Terry answered hesitantly. "I'm just a little tired from yesterday's work."
"That's not what I meant...", Joe continued, but stopped when he saw Terry pull down his zipper. The sight of his coworker's cock caused his own dick to twitch painfully in his pants. "Oh my god!", Joe exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but I'm just so horny today!" Terry exclaimed. A drop of pre was forming on the tip of his cock.
"It's just that you're so hot today!" Terry continued. "I've been watching you all morning and I can't stop thinking about your body."
Joe wasn't gay - at least that's what he thought - but he felt really excited by the sight. He looked around and finally saw some dense bushes at the edge of the neighboring parking lot and pointed at them. "Let's go over there", he suggested, rubbing over his own bulge.
Terry agreed and followed him to the bushes, pulling down his zipper as he walked. Once they reached the shrubs, Joe pushed him against one of them and kissed him passionately. He could feel Terry's hardening cock pressing into his belly as they made out.
"Oh God, Joe.", Terry panted. "Do you think you could... you know...", he was interrupted by a needy moan escaping his lips.
Joe smiled and pulled away from Terry's mouth, looking him straight in the eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes!" Terry almost shouted and grabbed Joe's waistband.
Joe let him get a hold of his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers. As soon as they were open, Terry took both sides of the material in hand and tugged them down to Joe's ankles, freeing his member. It was already fully erect and dripping with precum.
Joe barely noticed that his cock was way larger than he was used to. He roughly spun Terry around and pulled down the other man’s pants as well, exposing his asshole. Then he pushed his cock head against it, teasingly rubbing it along Terrys hole.
"Oh please! Please fuck me!", Terry begged, pushing back onto Joe's cock.
Joe pushed harder until finally he felt his cockhead pop inside Terrys ass. Terry moaned and leaned forward. His back seemed to stretch as he did, getting just a bit larger.
Joe started thrusting slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of being deep inside another man for the first time. With each thrust, some detail about the both of them changed: Joe slowly developed muscles all over his body. Where his body had been a beanpole before, definition and mass began to grow in.
While this was certainly impressive, Terry's changes were even more drastic. His skin darkened with each thrust, until it became black. Not black as in a dark-skinned person black, but really midnight-black. His body hardened, some regions more so than others. It felt amazing for Terry, as he watched his torso expanding and hardening to cold metal. Tubes and pipes formed through his entire body, as he leaned forward even more, now touching the ground with his outstretched hands.
Meanwhile, Joe increased the pace. He was completely enthralled by the sensation of his cock going in and out the leathery black ass of the other man that be barely noticed chest hair growing in on his muscular chest. His shoulders widened and he felt powerful and manly. A dense but short beard grew in, and his face became squarer and masculine.
Terry felt his arms and legs become fixated to each other and saw tires growing in between them. He felt energetic and powerful, too, but in an entirely different kind. It was clear that he was nothing more than a tool, a thing to serve a real men. But he was a powerful tool, freedom incarnate. He could go as fast as the wind and still made his owner look manly and sexy.
Joe let out a loud groan as his last powerful strokes sent him over the edge and he came all over his bike, just as a rough chain necklace formed around his neck. Of course, he immediately wiped the black leather clean again. After all, his bike was his most prized possession, no stains or dirt allowed. Sometimes it just overcame him, and he got so turned on by his own body and bike that he just needed release. And when there was no willing twink nearby, he just needed to stop at some parking lot and rub one out.
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He looked over to the office building nearby and grinned. He really couldn't imagine working in one of those blocks as an office drone. He was enjoying the freedom of the road way too much, even though he barely had any money.
He got on his bike again and started up the engine which roared to life. Perhaps he should give his bike a name at some point. But then again, even if he loved it to no end, it was, after all, just a thing, and things had no name.
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What a great pair! If you want to read more stories in the same format, be sure to have a look at my other ones!
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lucifersresources · 11 months
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misc lyrics rp meme
edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  
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i was hoping you would creep in with me.
i didn't know where this was going when you kissed me.
are you mine?
who'd have known, when you flash up on my phone, i no longer feel alone.
i no longer feel alone.
who'd have known?
you're quite affectionate in public.
today you accidentally called me 'baby'.
let's just stay.
i wanna lie in bed all day.
we exist, but we're taking it slow.
i wanna sleep next to you, but that's all i wanna do right now.
i wanna come home to you.
i can't trust myself with my 3am shadow.
i'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.
come over now.
i wanna hold hands with you.
i wanna get close to you.
your hands and lips still know their way around.
it's all for you, everything i do.
heaven is a place on earth with you.
have you ever loved like i do?
i know you're kind even if nobody's watching.
you're all i want.
there is no other love, it's only yours.
you're all i want, all the love.
to tell you is too scary.
i wanna get stuck in your head.
you've got me.
i'm so glad i got to hold you.
i had the best time falling in love with you.
i've spent a lifetime giving you my heart.
i'll be yours till forever falls apart.
i wouldn't wanna spend a minute loving anybody else.
i want you back.
my soul aches for yours.
you're the reason i believe in fate.
love isn't random.
you look so pretty and i love this view.
as long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
i'll always keep you with me.
you'll always be on my mind.
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*Ping*
Maybe it wasn't my best idea.
*Ping*
Giving him a cellphone.
I mean, my budget can allow it. I had to give up my weekly, day off, take out order. And cancel that tv subscription I never use.
*Ping*
And having a literal ghost hovering over my shoulder at work, interjecting commentary and jokes while I tried to be serious at work is not great.
*Ping*
But this...
*Ping*
This was something else.
I had hoped that the phone would ease the separation anxiety. Or the games would occupy his time. Maybe even some research and Google searches would keep him distracted long enough, learning about th modern day. There had to be at least 30 unread messages waiting to bombard me when I finally go on break.
*Ping*
Make that 31....
"You're certainly popular today!" My coworker commented, half heartedly wiping at the toppings counter, only succeeding in spreading the graham cracker crumbs into the sprinkle tin. "Group chat?"
"No... Just a friend."
"Uh huh... Well, clock out for your break, see what all the fuss is about. Might be important."
I highly doubt that, but thanks anyway. It's an effort to keep the words behind my teeth. Shuffling out the back door, I finally unlock my phone, and read the novel awaiting me.
I hope you have a good day, Sunshine!
Make sure you drink plenty of water!
Is anyone giving you trouble? I can be there in no time!
Someone texted me about my cars extended warranty?
Look at this cute picture I took of the pigeons outside!
Do you want me to cook you dinner tonight? I'm sure you're tired after working so hard today.
I miss you Sunshine, I hope you're not lonely without me.
There were a few pictures interspersed between the texts, and oh, look, he discovered memes.
I'm good, Jack. Works been slow. Lots of cleaning.
Barely a minute passed after sending my text, when my phone started ringing.
"Hi, Sunshine!" I could picture that blinding smile of his when I answered the call.
"Hey, Jack."
"I hope you're not calling me while you're working, that's against the rules." It's playful, his scolding, and I roll my eyes but smile.
"Nope, on my break. Listen, I appreciate you checking up on me, but your blowing up my phone dude."
"Oh... I'm sorry. I just miss you, is all." Great, now I feel like an ass.
"Your fine, just... maybe take the enthusiasm down a notch? I don't really get calls, or messages like that. And in the past if I do, it's usually something important or life threatening." Which led to my previous blunder of answering *his* call....
"Alright, Sunshine, I'll try to only send you things if it's important."
"I'll message you when I'm on my breaks, okay? Then you can blast my phone with pictures of birds."
"Weren't they the cutest?!" I spend the next few minutes listening to the golden retriever man gush about the birds starting to build a nest on my window ledge, before letting him know I need to get back to work.
"Aaaw, that's too bad. Well, the sooner you get in, the sooner you get home! I'll make you something tasty for dinner tonight!"
I guess having an undead houseguest isn't too bad
...
Uber prices were way to high to justify a ride, but the walk home isn't long, and the sky was still light enough to be safe.
I can hear Jack's worried tone in my head. Fretting.
*Ping*
That was probably him now.
The preview of the text popped up on my phone.
An old hook-up, one from after.... After.
Back in the city, wanna meet up?
With a nice picture, nothing but steam and a towel.
... Could be fun.
Unlocking my phone, I peruse my saved photos, looking for the batch of pictures I took one night, half drunk and barely dressed up, black lace and fishnets bought during Halloween. Sending it, I wait for him to respond....
Only to see pictures of a half built nest on a brick ledge above my semi debauched photo.
"SHIT!"
I have never sprinted so fast in my life.
My legs are up distance like the devil himself was on my heels, ignoring the elevator, and taking the stairs two by two. I'm sure I'll get a noise complaint. Fumbling with my keys, the front door flung open, and I could just hear the clattering of dishes over my panting.
"Sunshine? Is everything- Oh!" I dove at him, manhandling his pockets until I found his phone in his back pocket. He didn't bother with a lock, and it was easy to find our chat, and delete the text. Hopefully before he had seen it. I close out the screen, holding his phone out, unable to meet his no doubt worried gaze. His forever gloved hands rested on my shoulders. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah... just, had to do something to yout phone. Update! Just... didn't want to forget. I'm super tired from work, and yeah, was afraid I'd forget." The lie was weak, and I knew my face was burning red, but Jack merely pulled me into a huge, resting his cheek on my head.
"Thank you for helping, but you didn't need to stress yourself! You look exhausted! Why not go on and take a shower, dinners almost ready and we can settle down and watch something together!" I nodded against his chest before backing away, averting my eyes. God that was embarrassing.
"Did you... have you been on your phone in the past like... twenty minutes?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, I've been busy cooking! Why? Was it the update?"
The relief made me feel light headed.
"Yeah. Update. I'm... gonna go shower. Dinner... smells great." I quickly made my exit, ready to sit in the shower and pretend this never happened. Thankfull it wasn't worse.
Maybe if I hadn't been so embarrassed, I would have noticed how hungry Jack looked.
...
Jack smiled, watching his Sunshine scamper away, the flush on her face bleeding down her neck.
He had just enough time to... Season his Sunshine's food before she had rushed into the apartment.
That little surprise he got was saved between photos of pigeons and bird nests.
But now, he wondered, who had she meant to send that lovely photo to?
And where was she hiding that beautiful outfit?
Oughhh love this!!!!
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thoughtsforsoob · 3 days
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beomgyu x y/n
tw: this is a piece surrounding the death of the reader. please read with caution. if somthing i wrote here is off or insensitive, please send me a private message or an ask. i haven't had to deal with a close death to this extent so i might get something wrong. again, please let me know if i did.
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it had been only a few weeks since the doctor had broke the news of your condition but it never got easier. it never got better because you knew you would not be able to make it out of this. you saw no light at the end of the tunnel. there was no end of the tunnel. just a void you’d keep existing in for ever and ever. you hated to think of it this way but you couldn’t help yourself. your permanent state of misery would allow you nothing else. 
your boyfriend on the other hand, he was a mess. he didn’t want you to go. no one did. his friends and bandmates had to comfort him so that he wouldn’t break in front of you. he didn't want to worry or scare you in the last moment of your life. even if you told him it was okay to cry in front of you, he refused to do it. if he felt himself letting tears slip, he would run away and hide from you. you just wanted to see him but he wouldn’t allow it. 
he took the opportunity, when he wasn’t crying, to take care of you. since your illness had left you confined to your bed, he would slip under the sheets next to you and just hold you. he wanted to provide as much comfort as possible. he knew you were feeling scared and didn’t want to show him. he would also do his best to make you laugh. he would prepare all of the best jokes for you and tell you when he got some time alone with you. he would also save all of the best tiktok videos and instagram memes to show you when he would see you. 
if there was something he hated more than your condition, it was the fact that he had to work while you were wasting away. he didn’t want to go to schedules and he made it very clear. the boys did their best to help convince their company to give him some time to spend your last days with you but they didn’t understand. they didn’t care. 
he would do his best to end schedules early so he could run off to see you. his favorite day was when he woke up to a group texts from his band mates saying to skip work and go see you. they would cover for him. that day, he left bed with a giant dorky smile on his face and it stayed there when he arrived to your home. he got ready and made sure to look presentable for you that day. little did he know, that day would be one of your favorite too…but one of your last. 
two days later, the nurse was there when he arrived after work. this was never a good sign because it meant something was getting worse. they were usually quick visits but…this nurse was supposed to be gone a long time ago. 
the nurse pulls him aside and gives him sympathetic eyes. “she’s going soon. please just prepare for a goodbye within the next few hours. i’ll stick around if you need anything.” 
he starts to fall apart from the inside. not showing it outwardly. he couldn’t. it was impossible to let you know what he was feeling. he didn’t want you to cry of be scared. 
he walks in the room with a big smile but it soon faded when he saw how your condition had worsened. you looked paler than usual, thiner, and more than he was willing to let himself notice. you had your oxygen rubes in your nose this time. you hadn’t needed them in weeks. it physically hurt his heart to see you like this. 
he sits next to you in your usual spot and smoothes a hand over your hair. 
“hey, beautiful. i missed you all day today. what have you been up to today?”
he look up at him with your sunken eyes. you looked red and puffy. “well…i’ve been in bed. i can’t exactly move from here, silly.”
he smiled at your name for him and rolled his eyes, “ugh i know. I'm so sorry. i wish i could take you outside. maybe some fresh air would do you good.”
he give him a mischievous smirk. “let’s sneak out. you’ll have to drag me out though. i can’t exactly walk.”
he sighs and looks at you with a loving smile, “just as funny as always. you know, no one will ever be funnier than you. you’re an actual comedian.” 
you don’t reply. you grab his hand and hold onto it, pressing it to your face. he noticed how cold your skin was getting and reality hit him once again. you were only on your way out. you’d be gone within hours, according to the nurse. had you know? had you been told?
he didn't ask. he didn’t want to know. 
he had one final opportunity for this and he was going to make it happen now. 
he uses his thumb to rub your cheek and you smile up at him. you look so tired. you were holding on just for him. you didn’t want him to see you go but you were getting ready to let go. how could you possibly tell him though?
he uses his other hand to reach into his jacket pocket. his clumsy hand searched and finally found what he was looking for. it was a small, simple ring. one he’d been wanting to give you for a while. now was the perfect time. you’d be able to keep it forever. 
he pulls the ring from his pocket and shows it to you. “do you like this ring?” you looked a little shocked but had a shy smile painted on your face. “of course i do. it’s pretty.” he smiles. “I'm glad you like it. it’s for you. i know we can’t get married now but when you’re gone and I follow you eventually, you’re gone be there waiting for me. right? we can get married then.”
you start to let tears fall. something you hadn’t done in front of him in a long time. you pull him into you with what little strength you had left and just sobbed uncontrollably. the nurse peaked in the check in but once they realized what was going on, they left to give you some privacy. 
once you gained your final ounce of composure, you looked up at him, “of course i’ll wait. there no one else i love more in the world than you.”
he slips the ring on your frigid finger and presses a kiss to your hand. “i love you.”
your eyes rapidly start to flutter shut. it was happening. your speech was getting slower and you stared up at him. “lay with me.” that was your last request to him. the last thing you’d ever ask him for. 
you got comfortable with him and finally started to let yourself go. you hated to do this to him but you know that he didn't care. as long as he was close to you. 
“i love you, beomgyu.”
the life slipped from your body and only then, when he was sure you were gone, he started to cry. it started with silent cries and escalated to desperate screams for you to come back. he’d never felt so vulnerable in his life. 
hours later, you were being taken away. he watched your body being hauled of the continued to let out screams and cries of agony. his bandmates had come to comfort him. they rubbed his back and wiped his tears but he still screamed and cried. 
that night, he didn’t leave your apartment. he didn’t leave for the next three days. he sat on your bed, crying. he wanted you back but all he had were your clothes and your other stuff. your scent still lingered about the apartment and he held onto it for as long as he could. 
his bandmates finally got him out of the apartment but he couldn’t help but take some of your things. 
a hoodie, your shared bear stuffie and your perfume. 
he missed you desperately. 
he’d miss you until he was finally with you. 
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effervescentdragon · 6 months
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Twinklaren + Oscar winning a race before lando
im not good today so. yeah.
"I mean, it's not like it counts properly," Lando says, and Oscar doesn't have time to react because he goes on, "like what they said to George in Brazil last year, yeah? Untill he won Sunday too," he finishes.
His elbow doesn't dig into Oscar's side because the movement gets aborted, and the grin on Lando's face is still present, and Oscar doesn't know what to think, and isn't that always the fucking case with Lando?
"I guess -" he starts to say, but Lando interrupts, sweaty and grinning, something manic in his eyes. "You just gotta win tomorrow," he says, and Oscar's stomach drops. "But congratulations, that was a wonderful drive, they really did magic with our cars, didn't they?"
Lando doesn't stop talking and Oscar can't catch his breath for long enough to do anything, to say anything. What would he even say, or even better, what can he say without having the whole management of McLaren coming down on him in ways neither he nor Mark can counter?
Fuck you, he can say. I won before you, in my rookie season, he could say. I'm better than you, another option. I wouldn't have fucked up in Sochi, that's a good one. You should be calmer when you drive, maybe you could win something then, that one would hurt.
He looks at Lando properly, looks at the way his hair falls on his face, his curls sweat-stained, making waves that somehow suit him. Oscar thought it was funny when Lando shaved his head that once but he thinks it looks much better now. He looks at the smile that Lando keeps on, tries to see if there's a strain there anywhere. Tries to see if there's somewhere he can press, because that's not fair, he drove the race of his life and he won, and what the fuck does it matter it's a sprint? Why does it matter?
He doesn't ask himself why Lando isn't happy for him. He isn't even sure Lando isn't happy for him, but they're racers and all the want, all they fight for is to win, and the first rule is always that you have to be better than your teammate. Oscar always was, he was always better than his teammates, and objectively, he knows people say he's better than Lando. He knows there's whispers and there's tweets and posts and questions. He knows Mark said You can beat him, but he also knows Mark looks at him and doesn't see Oscar sometimes. He knows Mark looks at Lando and sees someone else.
He looks at Lando and sees a thousand ways he can push. He sees a thousand different conversations and he sees a thousand different paths they can take. Well, maybe not thousands. Three at least. He looks at Lando drinking the water and the way he closes his eyes and the way his chest moves. He looks at the way his neck bobs as he swallows, sweaty and wet, and the way his eyes are tightly shut.
He can't see what Lando is thinking. He never can. Lando changes tactics like he changes clothes, like everything is fleeting in this life and like nothing can ever hold his attention for long enough to become meaningful. Streaming, DJ-ing, music genres, teammates, roommates, friends, girlfriends... none of it stays.
He smiles one moment and frowns the next and he means both of those. He's nice to Oscar and he's funny and makes Oscar laugh, or as close as Oscar ever comes to it and he ignores Oscar's texts most of the time, except when Oscar wakes up to 25+ messages, most of them memes and random thoughts. He bickers with Alex and George and then spends weekends with them. He doesn't speak a word to Carlos in the paddock and the next day there's pictures of them golfing together. He ignores Daniel and then spends an hour on the phone laughing with him. He shit-talkes Charles and then plays PS for nights on end with him.
The only thing that's solid in the flitting, fluid fluttering of Lando's existence is the fact that Lando is locked in with McLaren for years.
Oscar doesn't really care about much in his life. Everything he has, he got, maybe not completely easily, but with ease at least. He's a very good driver. He's driving for a team that won championships and will definitely win them again. He's good looking, and rich, and he has a girlfriend and he has a good manager who knows how to play the game and he has his parents and it's all good. He just won a sprint race, their car is improving, everything is going according to plan. He doesn't really have to care about much.
He cares about the hair that's falling into Lando's eyes, sticking to his brow.
"You have - let me," he says, reaching out before he can think about it. Lando freezes and doesn't move as Oscar pushes his curls back. His eyes are narrowed and whn he laughs, it's not right - it's wrong.
"Thanks," he says. "Congratulations, though. Good points to the team."
Lando grins and Oscar wants to scream. There's traces of Lando's sweat on his fingers cooling down in the air. He wants to lick them.
"Yeah," he says stupidly, staring into Lando's eyes and seeing so much it ends up amounting to nothing. "Time to think about tomorrow, right?"
He isn't sure why he's asking. Lando barks a laugh.
"Sure," he says, and Oscar can't read anything in his voice. "There's always tomorrow."
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Professional
A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic
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I for ages have been trying to write Dieter. One of my friends adores him as their favourite Pedro, & I keep toying with ideas & it’s never stuck, but today (8 August) for some reason it has & I’ve started writing him & I have spent the entire night writing him & loved every second. I think I’ve done him justice.
Synopsis:- Dieter has been nominated for another Oscar, & so is coming onto your critically acclaimed talk show ahead of the awards. The two of you just need to keep it professional.
Word count: 7800
Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOH ARE UNDER 18. PIV mirror sex, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, rehab, mentions of mental health & other illnesses & injuries including strokes, sex in a place of work, swearing, secret relationship,mentions of the mile high club.
Thank you all so much for reading this, I hope you’ve enjoyed this interview styled fic, all feed back is always welcome
“Lemons Laugh Longer than Leopards” you say into your microphone as you test it, walking into the room to do your interview. It always makes whoever the runner is with your coffee laugh, which then always makes you smile & then, because you are smiling, it will make whoever you are interviewing for the 30 minutes with series, automatically open up to you. This shouldn’t be a problem today though, todays guest you need to be professional & not be your true self.
The room is set up simply as usual. You usually make sure whoever you interview is offered a throw for their arm chair or cushion, but today with who you are talking to, you know exactly what they need. The two arm chairs & table set up as they usually would be. Black leather but not the kind that leaves marks or gets sweaty. One you can easily lean forward & make movements to show that you are in charge of the interview & that this is your talk show. You’ve come a very long way in no time at all. The pandemic suddenly saw your talk show viewership online increase dramatically. Your format always used to be remote before you started to make it big a few years ago, so you were all set up to just do it again, & then just send it to an editor & producer to adjust it, your much more professional that you were when you started, & your guests are now much more high profile & need less convincing then they used to, to spend 30minutes talking with you.
“Mr Bravo…” you stand up from your arm chair, as he walks in & extend your hand. He’s actually put an effort in today. So many times have you interviewed or seen this man just in his green Bath robe or in his sweatpants, his tummy hanging out. Too often have you seen the fall out from the nights of partying. But no today Dieter has a dark shirt on & some comfortable trousers. For him this is as smart as he will get for any interview. Only a red carpet or Oscar appearance will make him dress fancier.
“Long time no see” he cackles as he shakes your hand & you raise an eyebrow.
“Professional Dieter, remember…”
“Yes I know, I know, a lot of strings have been pulled yada yada, i get it I do, I’m trying to care & for once, I actually really am” that makes your smile even bigger as his make up is touched up & his own microphone is tested for volume. He’s trying to play this straight too. Your can tell by the look in his eyes as he removes his sun glasses to do the interview that this is him being genuine.
His hair is still wild which you can tell the people on your show aren’t happy about. You can hear them chatting in your ear piece that they will give your prompts for. But you & Dieter don’t want the internet to turn him into another meme. Baby chicken did make you both laugh previously but you want this to be an interview that will go down in history. That when people on youtube type in Dieter Bravo Oscar interview, in years to come, see yours as one of the top mentions, but for the right reasons.
“He’s here & has put effort in, knock it off” you whisper into your microphone, but you do it loudly enough that he can hear. You sit down in your chair & adjust your own outfit. Your tailored trousers & black jacket shine & gleam in their Prestine state, your silver heels look good with your black nail varnish on both your hands & feet. You’ve done that on purpose but no one except Dieter has noticed at all. Dieter has also noticed, that under that jacket there is no top, just a black lace bra.
“So much for keeping it professional” he mumbles under his breath as he sits in his chair. His mind now wondering slightly but then when he sees you casually smiling, he remembers he’s here to be interviewed, not look at how see through your lace is.
“Are you happy to start Dieter?” You ask as you tap your iPad on for your few notes, not that you need them, you know exactly what to ask the soon to be double Oscar winner. He gestures to the runner for a bottle of ice water which is brought over.
“Well maybe an extra hour in bed this morning would have been nice, but managers are managers & interviews have to happen” he smugly says as he checks himself out in the mirror to the side of him, making sure he’s happy.
“Did you look at roughly what I wanted to ask? I will deviate slightly, you know that, but it will stay towards what you were shown?”
“I know how your interviews go, we’ve done this a hundred times. it’s chill, I’m chilled you’re calm, we will have fun” Dieter winks & sits back in his chair. “Do your worst darling”
5,4… the count down starts in your ear ready to go & start interviewing the actor the world is desperate to hear from. You smile straight down the camera, take a deep breath saying in your mind it’s just Dieter & begin.
“Welcome to 30 minutes with… on this awards special we are talking to the current toast of Hollywood, the man who everyone wants to see on the big screen, the man who everybody has to talk to & get a selfie with. Oscar, Bafta & Emmy award winning actor Dieter Bravo. Dieter has been gracing our screens at home & at the cinema for over 20 years although he will still claim to only be 25. He claimed the lime light more in 2010 when he appeared in sci-fi thriller Beyond the Void, & has also stared in the movie The Letters & Flash Drive the HBO series. But he received global recognition for his supporting role in Your So Vein which won him countless accolades, including best supporting actor at the Oscar’s. Since then he has appeared in Cliff Beasts & now with his latest role in Isolations, he has once again picked up awards galore with the Oscar’s still to come in 5 weeks time” Dieter is very impressed with how professional you are reeling off all of his major achievements. Not once do you look down at your notes or an autocue, you do it professionally & in one take. He nods in admiration, which could be seen as him being proud of his own work but you catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye that actually, those nods are all for you.
“Dieter, thank you so much for coming in to chat to us today for 30minutes, I know the world wants to speak to you but I just had to get in their first & you couldn’t really say no to an old friend could you?”
“The pleasure is all mine, I watch this show in my trailer on YouTube, me & you we go back to when you only used to have 5minutes with people” he chuckles. Dieter clearly has done his home work for the camera to show this is going to work, & be more than just the standard 30mins you get with other Hollywood big shots, & this makes you smile.
“Well you know more than most that I’ve come along way since then, much like you” you smile back, your trying to not let it show that you’ve known each other for longer than either of you care to remember, even before the 5minute videos, of crashing red carpets together. “So Dieter congratulations, another Oscar nomination, you already have a golden globe & a critics choice award for isolations, the BAFTAs are at the end of next week, how does it feel to get all this support & love for a role that’s gripped so many people?” You have to start with praise, you know that Dieter keeps things very close guarded in his life, both his troubled past & his private life. Buttering him up a bit might make him open up.
“Thank you, I know you’ve seen it, your not just saying that because you have to”, he starts off by shifting in his chair a little to get comfortable “getting the plaudits from your piers is always a nice thing. It always makes you so happy that you’re doing what you do. That it means something. But I do projects for me. I do it because it’s either something I’d like to watch myself, like Cliff Beasts, but I also want to do something that a challenge, you know. & sometimes the fans might be like the fuck has he made this or why is he a small part in that, but it’s just the way I flow, & I work. & when I find that grove I know if I’m putting in a good performance or not, & with Isolations it happened just as I hit the sweet spot in all the points in my life.” It’s a very honest answer from Dieter, probably one of the most honest answers anyone’s ever got from him & you on your little show have received it. Isolations might not just be changing Dieters life, it could be inadvertently about to change yours. Your producer however is moaning in your ear that Dieter swore, but you don’t care, they remind you to raise your hand slightly to tell them they may need to edit something for a of cleaner version.
“So are you saying that there are some performances you don’t give it all to?”
“Do you always give 100% every day?” He asks back accusingly.
“I always set out to Dieter”
“Well I always start to each project with that mind set. Some along the way you realise aren’t going to be your best piece of work, or you realise the story isn’t coming together, so then you just need to enjoy the experience. Have fun with the role.” You don’t press him he just follows on with “in 2015 I made a film called Above the Climb, it got slated, the lead in it Spencer Cable had to do so much damage control & took the flack from it. & we both sat there day 20 of filming going, this film is rubbish should we just have some fun & ad-lib some of this. The scene we did on the fly & the little side comments were deemed by everyone who saw it as the best parts of the film. We were proud that we made it enjoyable for others & we also got a kick out it” Dieter talking about Above the Climb in these terms is expected, but to be so honest about the process is so refreshing to hear an actor say that they don’t always have good days.
“I mean we can’t all be Tom Hanks can we & I can’t be Graham Norton” you joke & Dieter laughs. He’s always said you haven’t made in it life until you’ve got drunk on Nortons sofa for his Friday talk show, & he knows when this interview is done he will be hopping on a plane to do just that.
“Well you are my warm up for him.” Your banter & conversation is so organic. This is so natural to you both.
“That’s the best compliment any interviewee has ever given me” your smile is so genuine & so is his back to you. For all of 2 second you pause before realising you can’t stare into those deep brown eyes all day, & look at him twitch his pinkie ring. You’ve got questions to ask.
“You don’t like talking about your personal life anymore, but we all know you’ve had let’s say an interesting past…” you know your pushing the envelope here especially as he edges forward in his chair. Dieter has been known to walk out of interviews which go too far especially since the last Cliff Beasts film.”…in away did your past help you develop more of the character of Jackson in isolations? Was there any part that you thought could have been crossing between fiction & reality?” You’ve asked this in a clever way which he is impressed with. It’s not a oh how are you now off the drugs & the hundreds of crazy parties, you’ve asked it in a way where all he had to do is talk about the film.
“Jackson does embody some of my less desirable traits for sure. I had been off the coke since the end of the lock downs, the world saw my near death experience in the press. It was scary & I did after a while lock myself inside my head, my demons did try & take over, but it did take a lot of support & loyalty from the friends around me to get me through it. Those who really know me got me through & I listened to their stories of me & my trauma before I started filming. I got an insight as to what it was like to put up with me & that made me realise even more how much these people cared for me” Dieter isn’t showing off. So often in interviews Dieter is the show off, stealing the spot light. But here his vulnerability is showing. You want to portray him for the man he really is, be it the man with the ego & also the man who is behind the persona the world sees.
“Would you say there are people who you thought were there for you who then weren’t?” As you ask this you see Dieter raise an eyebrow. You have known Dieter for a while, you know the circles he frequents & those who have always used him for personal gain, claiming to be friends, clearly in it for themselves not caring who gets hurt along the way.
“A few, I know who they are, & I know they didn’t want their reputations tarnished, but now they all are sitting there not being interviewed by you” Dieter firmly says back. You know this is the end of this line of questioning based on his body language. You know which 3 people this is, & you gave him a chance to call them out. A more intimidating interviewer would press further for names & gossip, but you would like to keep the status quo with him so leave it there.
“No they aren’t, you are. & not only are you here but as an Oscar Nominee again, is there anything you are experiencing differently with a second nomination that to the first time” you face returns to a friendly one which he reciprocates.
“People take me more seriously this time on the consideration circuit”
“How so?” You look shocked at his answer. This is Dieter Bravo, a name the world wishes they could have even glimpse at their script or return their phone call.
“First time people thought I was there as like a reward for my hard work. That I didn’t deserve it.” You go to shake your head & interrupt but he stops you before your lips can even part. “You don’t have to pretend. I know you didn’t, but a lot of people thought I was there to make up the numbers & said my win was a legacy win. It was only before this film came out that those critics re assessed Your So Vein & went okay maybe he can act. I felt a bit more validated this time. It feels more just. I did deserve my other Oscar, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I would have been gutted if I’d lost, but I won. I’m a winner it’s what I do.” Confident Dieter is coming to the surface now. You know confident Dieter is a pleasure to talk to.
“You’ve always said Your So Vein was fun to work on even before you got your recognition for it, & you’ve already talked about having fun on set. Is there any film you’ve enjoyed working on the most or was there a particular actor or director that was more fun that you thought would be?” Dieter sips his iced water as you say this & his eyes light up, he likes questions like this. If he had a tail it would wag.
“I adored & had the most fun making Sunship the 6 part comedy tv show I made. I was killed off in episode 6 but it was so much fun & I love how it kept going on for another 4 seasons. But as far as movies Lyra Watson is hilarious. At no point did a days filming on Bookworm ever feel like work, we laughed so much, & you can really see that when you watch the film back. It’s not often you get to be a ditsy bank robber is it?” He starts to laugh at his own memories of filming Bookworm & then he winks at you. You actual had a cameo in that film as a writer who smacked him across the head with a book. Something that you should have been on set for 2hours for, took 7hours due to the fact you just both kept acting up.
“Well I’m gonna say nothing, I know what a blast that film was” you say. You’re trying not to laugh too & it’s the first time since you’ve started talking with Dieter that you look at your iPad to check where you are at & also to see how much time you have left. Plenty, you think to yourself & then continue.
“So when you look back on your career like we are today, is there a role you wished you’d done differently? Or is there anything that you think with the knowledge you have now, that you think actually…”
“Beyond the Void!” He answers straight away which shocks you , both in his actual quickness to answer & that he picked the thing that made him a well known actor.
“Really!?” You reply high pitched which he smiles at, before then repeating it calmly & more professionally for the recording.
“There is nothing wrong with my role or performance in Beyond the Void, but I wish I’d have been more prepared for how my life changed because of it. I was I naive & suddenly had all this fame & could do what I wanted. Everyone assumed I’d be fine.”
“So you’d want to warn your younger self?”
“Yes, I’d tell them to still act the same but I’d tell them no meth, no 4am orgys & no burger eating challenges. The life style & that level of fame was fun but it made me out to be much more of a party boy than I am” Dieter is being the most frank he’s ever been in an interview. Maybe it’s because it’s with you & the vibe you have together, but not even Norton would get this out of him. He’s giving you the goods & you aren’t even digging for them. You can hear the producers in your ear going his people won’t want this. But you know Dieter. If he’s said it he won’t want to redact things, he will want this in full to be broadcast to the world.
“That’s very honest of you Dieter, do you think due to this past, it allows you to be more honest now that you’re looking back”
“Can I just say thank you…” you raise an eyebrow “… you just said looking back & didn’t say mistakes. So many people say that I made bad mistakes that clouded my judgment, but I don’t regret it, I just wish I knew the effects of it even if it was like 5minutes before I took that drug or had to go have an std test. I would do it all again because it’s made me who I am & im happy where i am in my life. I like my slightly dangerous play boy reputations, hell I’ve got parts due to it, but I just wish I had a small warning. Mistakes mould us to make us better people.”
“Wow” you say out loud & it takes you a few seconds to register your reaction to Dieter revelation & you being a professional recover form it “so many people would sit there & say it was a mistake or say no I’d rewind the clock & change it, but for you to sit there after everything, especially your stroke, & say you would do it again, is almost inspiring. I’m not saying it’s okay to take drugs or have sex filled orgys…” your producers haven’t even told you to apologise for that but you know impressionable teenagers are a huge part of your audience especially on tiktok & Instagram “…but the fact that you are saying you have got through it & yes you can get hold of more help than others struggling with it, but it’s also easier for people in the public eye to relapse.” You pause. You take a deep breath & then share a personal moment between the two of you that the world doesn’t know, but will now.
“I was there the day of your stroke, I called the ambulance, I went with you to hospital, I sat there & watched you go through hell in your hospital bed & then in your detox afterwards. Everyone knows we know each other, & that we have known each other for years, long before we both gained the fame, we now both have. To see you in that state knowing my friend was struggling & was in danger, it was horrible. To see you now thriving, surviving, living, im not afraid to say that I am so happy each time I see you.” Dieter can hear the emotion in your voice. You’ve always told him how happy & proud you were of him now, but you’ve never gone into that much detail about it & you’ve just talked about it for the world to hear. He puts his hand on his chest showing his anxiety at what you’ve just said & you copy him. There’s a few moments of unspoken silence between the two of you, before you calmly & professionally continue your professional interview with your close friend. You will always be there for each other.
“You aren’t on twitter anymore, but you do promote self care a lot on Instagram. Because, like you have been in the last few minutes, been so honest about your struggles do you see yourself as a mental health advocate?”
“Not really” Dieters voice sounds a bit pitched, he was clearly moved by your supporting words a minute ago. “I just want people to look after themselves & realise it’s okay not to be okay & that if they want to talk people out there will listen & if they want help it’s okay to ask for it. But if they don’t, the world needs to understand people deal with it differently” he runs his hand through this untamed hair as he says this. Watching that large hand go through his locks always to this day always catches you off guard.
“Do you think talking about your own struggles helps?”
“Yes. I like to talk. I know I give off the bad party boy style, but talking even if it’s just going urgh my life or being honest that you’re not enjoying something is important. Sometime you just need to cut the bullshit out” you nod in agreement while waving your finger in the way of the editing booth. His swear words will need bleeping unfortunately despite you & your audience knowing exactly what he will be saying.The producer in your ear sounds happy that you picked that up this time.
“Do you see yourself as an Instagram influencer?”
“Ha” he cackles & you snigger too, you know he hates that phrase. You always pick on him for what he puts on there or mucking up his stories or taking a selfie that’s a video. “I hate that word. Influence haha. Freeloaders more like. Oh it’s all got to be on Instagram or it didn’t happen. I know I use it, but I do it for me for work not so I can get a contract or sponsorship. Everyone wants their 15minutes of fame but no one wants to work for it. Yes I am Privileged & so are you to be in our positions we have now. But we earned it. We did it the hard way & we made it. This new generation are easily disposable, the tiktok trendies with only a 30seconds attention span, that we have to condense an advert down to to get viewers for our show or movie. It’s pathetic. & fuck I sound old moaning at that” he sinks back into his chair after his rant. Dieters always talked about earning your place in the world, & you know he won’t get cancelled for this rant, it’s actually much more restraint than he could have been. You then both look at each other & start properly laughing. You can even hear production laughing in your ear.
You look at your tablet you’ve covered most of what you wanted to but it says you’ve got about 6minutes left before you need to tie off the interview, so you go a bit left field.
“Who’s going with you to the Oscar’s? A family member, a friend, a special person?” He raises an eyebrows because you both know the answer & you wanted to see if you could trip him up in his comfortable state.
“That remains to be decided” he says rubbing his hands together, eyes telling you to move on along with a few more things.
“Do you know what you’re wearing to the Oscar’s?”
“Well the bathrobe isn’t designer chic is it?” He cackles “I’m not wearing a standard tux, let’s put it that way.” You both seem to be enjoying these quick simple questions so you throw a few more in.
“Favourite character you wished you’d played & why?”
“Ferris Buller, iconic, feel good & fun”
“What’s your favourite film to put on to cry?”
“Up” Dieter is just going along with the rapid questions. You’ve not even asked, just both have a mutual understanding after all these years of how your show works. Long gone are the 3am podcasts on trying to make it in the industry or the 5minute YouTube shorts. But your format has always been honesty & Dieter has always been happy to share.
“Sweet or Salted popcorn?”
“Why?” He stops dead in his answer “why do you always have to ask this? It’s a deal breaker I know but I’m never answering not in front of the camera, all popcorn is delicious”
“Chicken” you giggle.
“Sorry?
“You heard me, baby chicken” he was once turned into a meme when he had his hair slicked back for an event, that he looked like a freshly hatched chick. It’s a good thing you know each other so well, as when your eyes meet you both fall apart in hysterics.
“& I thought you were gonna be professional” Dieter roars back slapping his leg as he bends over, tears almost falling from his face as you try to calm down to regain your composure to end the interview. “Ooh that takes me back to the food old days, when between us we had 20 fans & 16 of them were yours” he laughs before gathering himself again.
“Then maybe we should end with a question like back in the day Dieter.” You raise an eyebrow so he can work out what you’re about to ask him.
“Oooh a throw back yes please, bet you didn’t do this with DiCaprio.” His smirk shows that you both have each other in the palm of your hand. A smirk that gets all men & women into his bed, the smirk of seduction.
You mute your ear piece & face Dieter square on, as you can hear the Gallery panicking that this want pre planned. They have no idea how Dieter is going to react to whatever you know spontaneously ask.
“How about one last time we do a never have I ever…” you wink. “For those of you who haven’t followed my career, I used to end all my podcasts & interviews with a never have I ever questions which then I’d respond to & do my own, so for example Clare Blip has never watched a Harry Potter movie…”
“No way!” Dieter exhales
“Well she might have done now, it was 3 years ago, she had some lockdowns to do them in. Anyhow Dieter do you want to go first or should I?” You lean forward trying to guess what he’s going to say. You feel as excited as the first time you came up with the concept, it’s such a brilliant way of finding information out about other people. You were shocked no one had done this before.
“I’ll go first…” he says licking his lips & rubbing his hands he’s got a good one, he was always king of this when you used to play it on the episodes he came on. “Never have I ever…” he’s not lost his touch as he pauses for dramatic effect “… received a love letter or email”
“Awww Dieter really?”
“Yep not even a valentines card”
“Ooh that makes me feel sad.”You go to reach his hand but realise he’s a bit to far away. “Okay I have, I did last Valentine’s Day, it was really sweet, & I had no idea & im very lucky to have him in my life” you smile trying not to make eye contact as you think of your own one to say. “Okay my never have I ever is…I have never dated someone to get ahead in this world, I’ve only ever dated for love or a relationship”
“Really?” Dieter asks suspiciously, “what about” you shoot him a look “okay okay, your asking questions not me. Obviously I have, you know I have, the world knows I have, but that was me high on life can you blame me?”
“No, not really” you say sighing as your tablet hits the end of the silent timer.
“Dieter Bravo, today has been more than a pleasure for this episode of 30 minutes with, I know we’re friends & have known each other for longer than we both care to admit, but it’s just so easy talking with your professionally & personally, I hope you’ve had an enjoyable time on the show”
“I have thank you so much for having me on, for taking me seriously, but I do miss the 3am podcasts we used to do.” Dieter sits back in his chair as you do all the boring generic goodbye for your show & then you also record a couple of trailers & do a few quick photos together before you head back to your dressing room to get changed.
Your flight doesn’t leave for a couple of hours but you can’t wait to get out of your tailored trousers. There’s only so much your large Holdem in knickers can do, they do a bloody good job keeping your tummy flat but you can’t wait to put on a comfortable dress with leggins & be sitting in business class soon drinking a mimosa before your flight. The door clicks & you smile as you hear it shut. You know what’s coming next. Large hands come around your waist & start unbuttoning the jacket you are wearing.
“Was that good baby?” Dieter moans in your ear before he turns you around.
“You were very professional my sexy trash panda, not once did you let it slip that we’ve been in an exclusive relationship for the last 11 months” your hand goes into his beard, enjoying the prickles against your palm before your lips finally meet his. You have wanted to kiss him all day but know only a handful of people on set know your dating, let alone that the week after the Oscar’s you are marrying the world a most eligible Batchelor. His kisses are always so passionate even when they are small but todays feel like fire. The aren’t entirely forbidden but neither of you can hold back anymore.
“I doubt what I’m about todo is at all professional” his eyes pop wide when he sees how lacy your bra is under the jacket, almost see through. “Ooh baby, you practically had theses two on show for the world to see, but they belong to me, my hands & my mouth” he says as his shirt comes off & his trousers pool around his ankles. Your hand that’s not roaming his hair as you make out caresses Dieters own tummy, sinking your thumb into his belly button a few times to make him gasp. Soon his own hands have dealt with your trousers too.
“You did lock the door baby?” You pant as you start unhooking your bra.
“This isn’t my first back stage dalliance baby, you know that…”
“Yes because I walked in on you once when…”
“Yes I know, I know I … oooh baby” Dieters has a brain malfunction as your breasts are now free. His hands go straight to them. Your breasts aren’t small, but his hands are so large they eclipse them. While he does this, your own hands go inside his briefs, making sure he is ready for a few moments time. Taking his length & starting to enjoy how hard he gets.
“Ooh Dieter, my sexy lover, fuck me like you’re at a sex drunk orgy” you moan. Professional you all of 15mins ago would be lived at how quickly your begging for 2015s celebrity sex pest to take you in a place where other people could potential interrupt if they have the right key, but it’s not like this is a one off. Dieters been officially yours for almost a year, with no one else on the side for him. You’d been a friend with benefits over the years, if one of you broke up or needed pleasure, if the other was in the same country, you’d both try & get to each other, to satisfy each others desires. You’ve done this after about a year into knowing each other. This right now though is more than that. It is love & passion & desire, no-ones taking it away from either of you.
Baskets of hair & make up products slide off the dresser which he tries to catch in his eagerness to lay you down & start fucking you. You love his clumsy little nature & grab 2 products that you know cost a lot before reaching over the the chair to put them in before you ask him how he wants you.
“I think lie on your side if possible baby, that mirror is big. If I get you at the right angle I can watch you take my fat cock, watch it make you flutter, another memory for the lonely nights without you.” He says as he rolls your massive knickers down & his face gleams as he lowers you onto the dresser. “You know your Bridget Jones knickers are always a huge turn on baby, but I don’t actually care about your little rolls, you don’t care about mine, I love to embrace your body in every respect.” You got to say oh ahh to Dieter, but your mouth falls open doing an ooo noise when he removes his briefs. Your handy work has left his shaft leaking already. This is going to be so passionate you might break the dresser as he slides his way towards you once he is also perched on it.
He swipes his penis through your arousal.
“Dieter my love please, I want you my love, I need you, want to sit on the plane to London thinking about how good you feel.”
“Who says we’re not joining the mile high club?” He says his smile twitches.
“That’s creepy…” you start but then in unison you both then say “…but I like it” quoting one of his Cliff Beasts lines. He then silences you by thrusting deep inside you in one motion, filling you up so you take all of his penis. “Fuck me” you moan.
“I’m going to baby, god you always feel so good” he says as another firm thrust makes your body quiver, thighs already trembling. “Why did I ever share this pussy with so many other men for years?” This makes you moan. Dieter had never admitted he was jealous of other men you saw & dated when you had a casual relationship, but clearly today has made him really open. He starts to move which makes your pelvis & hips respond in pleasure, rolling for him.
“Look at you baby” you eyes are drawn To your mound which is experiencing pleasure, “ooh no baby, look in the mirror” the hand that was on your shoulder holds your chin so you can see the whole view. There are your reflections. You’re on your side, your hair already becoming disheveled as he moves back to holds your shoulder & grips your arse. His movements deliberate, his rhythm found, the pounding of your pussy has begun, watching it go inside you, as you love the feel he has as he drags your walls. You’re gripping to the end of the dresser by your head, your other hand moving to help keep you going to make sure you get off. You look at the state of the both of you & a small smile forms on your lips, especially when sweat drips from his untamed hair on to your body bellow. He’s going for it & you look so bloody sexy. “Does my girl now realise how sexy she is? Does she realise that your pussy is perfect for my penis? Do You enjoy the view? Should I go faster? Harder? Deeper?” The last word was said almost menacingly, it was deep & it make you clamp around him, which in turn makes him do all 3 of those things, as he exclaims “fucking love how tight you feel when I turn you on baby, why did I waste time with others, we were both fools”
“Dieter, fuck, yea that feels, oooooh yeaaaaa, don’t stop baby” looking at the two of your bodies getting sweaty & fucking the other until neither of you can function anymore is addictive. You know why Dieter wanted to take you here. This will not just be in his mind for a while but it will be in yours too. It’s his side profile that’s making you moan. His face is glistening, as the sweat pours from it. His well defined features looking so feral & full of desire as he starts to look at your body to make sure you are feeling all of it. the little oohs that escape his mouth each groan, his lips that are so plump parting as he pants. He might have been deemed a sex pest but it’s because of all those dalliances & late night orgies that you are getting the full experience. You are feeling all of him. Everyone else Dieter has ever slept with, means that you gets nights of unadulterated pleasure & lust.
“God you’re loving this, so responsive today baby, oooh fuck yes” he’s moaning throughout this sentence as you keep whining. You didn’t know your body could quiver like this & your added friction from your hand on your clit is making your grind faster. The stimulation is incredible & you can feel every motion.
“Dieter oh baby, you have me, have me, oh fuck just like that” your eyes have now left his face in the reflection. No longer watching his eyes go squid ink black, as his teeth snap almost as much as his body. Because that’s where your eyes are. On his thighs that are so thick, then & his hips generating all the thrusting power as he goes deeper inside you. He has trimmed but he’s not clean shaven, but he knows it makes his penis look longer, not that you need anymore, he’s the biggest you’ve ever had. There was more reasons as to why you always came back for more, but feeling how deep he went inside you, the only man to make your scream, finding the sweet spot that he hits multiple times each session without even trying, that definitely made sure you never said no to Dieter.
“Keep moaning baby” Dieter starts to pull your hair, which makes your body jolt & you gasp for air. You’re so turned on. You’re so feral. Your pelvis moving with your hips, clamping around him every few thrusts, gyrating for all of his desire. “I like it when you moan, it reminds me how needy you are for me.” He’s moaning too, loving how your body has started to shake. Both your climaxes building up. Watching your nipples get hard, looking at how well you take him. You really were made for each other & as the mirror starts to steam up from your panting & heat from your sweat builds up you both know you’re almost there.
“Oh fuck Dieter yea”
“You like this baby?”
“Yes”
“More mirror fucking going forward?”
“Oooh yesss”
“So tight, why you so good?”
“I’m yours, only yours”
“Remember that baby”
“Ooh fuck Dieter, I can’t control it”
“So wet, fuck, so good”
All these sentances in a quick exchange are panted out inbetween moans, he can’t go any faster & you have lost control of your body rotating your lower body anti clockwise. The build exquisite, the orgasm is going to hit tou hard, & it’s time for your body to give in. You bite your bottom lip & gasp as Dieter growls.
“Soak me darling. Make sure I’m yours”
“Fuck fuck fuck oh god yessssss” you gush & let go, eurphoria sweeping across you, clamping & covering his penis with yohr cum as you scream his name at the end of your extended deep moan. “Fuck baby yes yes oh fuck”
“Yea yea that feel so so, oh fuck” Dieters own praise of you going through your own high springs him into his own. Lashings of sperm fill your core, painting your insides, oozing into you. Your body slowly stops shaking as your intense pleasure slows down as he then also make his way down from a high he hasn’t experienced in year. Maybe the best random sex he’s ever had.
“Fuck me daring, that was another level” he eventually says once his heavy breathing has slowed down & he hops off the dresser & helps you sit up. His lips finding your for the first time in about 20minutes. Frenzied to start like your both getting out the last few bits of passion, but by the time you break apart & he tucks your hair away from your face, it’s sweet & a kiss not from a famous party boy but if a loving caring fiancé.
“I promise you DiCaprio didn’t get that service baby” you eventually say as you sigh & wrap your arms around him. Holding Dieter after sex has always been your thing, even when you were just fuck buddies & he’s never pushed you back ever.
“I mean I wouldn’t have been angry if he had. He’d be jealous he didn’t get you all the time…”
“I’m also to old for him” you snigger “what he gets…”
“Isn’t you darling. He can have all those models & wannabes, but he wishes he had someone like you baby. His loss my gain” Dieter says this while peppering your neck with kisses before slowly taking you off the dresser. “You were something else just then, I could have gone on for much longer, but I just couldn’t hold back, I needed to let go baby”
“I’m not complaining baby, my body shook in ways I forgot it could” you say as you walk over to the sink to clean yourself up. There’s no shower in this dressing room at the studio. You throw Dieter a cloth too. “I know it can’t always be like that baby, I think we were just in the mood.”
“Why can’t it?” Dieter asked as he finishes his own clean up & finds his clothes. “I want you to always have a fantastic orgasm baby, I want your body to move like that, & tremble each time we fuck”
“Is that a promise Dieter?” You say as you work out where your normal non interview clothes are & start to get dressed too.
“Well let’s get on this plane to London & see if the altitude makes you ever sexier baby” Dieter says.
“Dieter, I’m not sure if anything is going to match that ever, watching our reflections & getting lost in a moment was just so intoxicating” you say as you lick your lips & finish putting your clothes on.
“You liked it?”
“No” you wrap your arms around him “I loved it.”
“Good girl, my very good girl…” Dieter gets lost in your eyes seeing the genuine glimmer behind them that filling with more desire. His lips taste delicious as you both just can’t control yourself, as you both are showing such love & lust for each other. “Maybe we can get a later flight to London…” he raises an eyebrow.
“That’s not very professional baby” you say as your lips part before colliding passionately again.
“It may not be, but it wouldn’t be the best image if we break the on plane toilet from having too much sex would it?” The glint in his eyes as he clicks the door to unlock it, ready to walk you out of the studio complex to take you to more pleasure before you both hop on that flight. You both need this desire out of your system in the best way possible. An afternoon of hotel sex might just keep you both in check until your plane lands on the other side of the Atlantic.
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TGCF donghua Season 2, Episode 8 thoughts
I couldn't even open the episode without screaming today for Reasons TM so yes I'm screaming some more. Very good ep. Spoilers for the show and the book below.
Hua Cheng being like, "Oh, you like it when I just rush in, gege >:3" -flirty-
Just kills me. Xie Lian so tickled pink by it, too. They're so in love.
Aww poor Guzi. He's so scared T-T I do appreciate that they made Guzi's father (and Guzi) wear brighter green roflmao So you know, "yeah that's him." (I mean they also keep focusing on him shots in case you missed "The only character in that bright a green" and "also he has a kid with him"). He's not bad looking. I assume Qi Rong is gonna modify how he looks somehow.
Another outfit change for Xie Lian. He's so cute! I love the idea that Hua Cheng just buys him clothes to wear and Xie Lian is like, "If it makes San Lang happy :D", and it's just this never-ending round of comfortable, pretty clothes that make him look nice. Not like his rough cultivator's garb (at least according to younger Xie Lian, it is very rough on his skin).
Hua Cheng's face when Xie Lian touches him aldkjaldaj Just like OMG GEGE TOUCHED ME HE TOUCHED ME (it's like that Spongebob Squarepants meme with brain Spongebobs running around screaming while his brain is on fire). Aww he's so happy Xie Lian touched him, admiring his hand. It's so cute.
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This is "I'm never washing this hand again" behavior.
(Why did that one guy who bumped into the dead person clothes lick his hand when he didn't know what he touched aldkjalda I just alkdjalj why alkdjalj)
Guzi's father is actually comforting him a little (usually he walks with his bound hands ahead of him, but in one shot he's got his hands resting on Guzi's head in what seems to be a comforting gesture)! That's sweet. And then he's maybe covering Guzi's eyes from the dead body ceiling? (Or maybe grabbing onto something in fear, I don't know). Dude may not be a great father but he's doing a little I suppose.
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Hua Cheng burning the bodies cause it makes Xie Lian uncomfortable :3 Love he. (Also Xie Lian worrying about Mu Qing :3 And being grateful to Hua Cheng :3).
Xie Lian just... placing all the Trauma to the side cause he can't deal with it right now, it's In The Past TM. As he does. It's just how he's lived for 800 years. You know. (exqueeze me while I cry some more over this man)
THERE HE IS!!! THE TERRIBLE MAN alkdjaldkaj My beloved Qi Rong adlkjalj You're so awful, I love you.
I love all the little details of Qi Rong's design. Just all the bangles, the way he kind of looks like a mobster showing off, and his slightly unkempt hair. And he has green claws! Here's the full official poster of him if you'd like, though I think it's more fun to see him in the show. I still love his shoes, and his single glove with the cut off thumb is nice. Also you can't tell from the poster, but his long hair is braided and goes past his waist.
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There's also like... something strangely cute about his interactions with his minions. They're all so protective of him. (Well, until they run away in fear of Hua Cheng roflmao)
Hehe Pei Xiu returns. He's not going to be bothered.
Xie Lian like, "haha yeah exile is very idle" alkdjaldkaj WE'RE SHELVING THE TRAUMA YEP
roflmao you can't tell in the subtitles, but if you listen to the voices, you can tell they're censoring what Qi Rong is saying about the heavenly officials XD (like you can hear the censor buzz sound to cut off what he's saying in Chinese lol) That is hilarious. I love that so much.
I don't think they needed to spend so much time with reused animation from previous episodes. I think a briefer flashback of Xuan Ji would have been better. But well... whatever. I know part of my impatience is that it's been so many years and we only get so many episodes and it's gonna be who knows how many years before we get the next season lol Like it's not a bad thing in terms of narrative (if I think still overly drawn out), I'm just like "yes, yes, I get it, now go back to new stuff".
Guzi's father begs them to spare Guzi T-T He's not all terrible. Just a bit terrible.
I love that Hua Cheng catches the statue and gently places it on the ground. Even if he hates the statue and what it represents, he won't destroy an image of his gege, or treat it poorly.
I do appreciate Xie Lian's instinct to protect The Child TM, but like roflmao Xie Lian, his father is still human and like getting his body broken. You could also idk... save him...? Too...?
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Just want to appreciate the animation here. Something about Qi Rong holding Hua Cheng's arm (and Hua Cheng holding his head). It's really nice.
The fight scene was really good! A bit slow, but I get it's the dramatic reveal of the "Xie Lian" clone with lipstick and green eyes! Is he a body snatcher? Is he a clone of Xie Lian?? Tune in next week to find out!!
The subs were mostly fine this episode. I'm still confused why they shorten "Immortal" to "Immor" but they did that on something else, so I guess they're at least consistent about the weirdness and the maybe edited machine translation.
Overall, very good ep. The chibis were cute! Angry Hua Cheng being magical and powerful was fun! My favorite terrible man is finally on the scene, can't wait to see how much more awful he is next episode! Hua Cheng's comeuppance with this will I guess be delayed until then lol I thought it'd be this week. But that's fine!
Other episode thoughts for season 2 (didn't start till episode 3):
S02E03
S02E04
S02E05
S02E06
S02E07
S02E08 (you are here)
S02E09
S02E10
S02E11
S02E12
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seeingivy · 3 months
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again. big method acting asks post.
btw! im just finalizing things (mentally) on how I want the last arc of our story to go, but im planning on writing the chapter either today/tomorrow! thank you for your patience 💌
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I think stick season is VERY eren coded, but I see how it could go for both. "you must have had yourself a change of heart" is very eren after the impromptu breakup coded. also, strawberry wine by noah kahan is very eren for y/n coded too.
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@ri-sa20 BIG FAT KISS FOR YOU MY LOVE!!!!!! thank you so much for all the sweet, kind words about my writing <3 and yes, my own made up men make me sad about the fate of real men too bc they are all gross (just kidding!, not really tho...) AND MUAH IM SO GLAD THAT YOU LOVE BOTH MY SERIES AND RECOMMEND MY WORKS 😭 WHAT A GEM YOU ARE
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omg. i've thought long and hard on vigilante shit as a song in general (and almost included it in the fic solely for the live performance). I will say it's a lana song w/ a y/n feature (ricky james you are bones) and that when they perform it eren and sukuna just sit there like 😌 yes that's correct
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this is so random but do you remember that old meme of the barbie dancing dogs with that nicki minaj (? I think) song. anyways they connie and jean would recreate that on set. THAT BEING SAID I LOVE BARBIE MOVIES and barbie songs and you are 1000% right
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I refuse to say anything about this one. it's on the method acting playlist and either in this next chapter or the one after 😌
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MUAH THIS ONE IS JUST A COMPLIMENT BUT IT'S SO CUTE AND SO SWEET AND I WILL FRAME IT ON MY WALL AND I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH
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I for some reason can't link it to the post but its basically chris hemsworth saying he stuffed his daughters shoes to make her taller so she could go on a rollercoaster AND THEN she flew through the air. and yes, that is 1000% correct. also regarding casting stuff, erwin and levi talk about eren in the press the way anthony mackie and sebastian stan talk about tom holland (if you know you know)
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THIS IS SUCH A CUTE ASK. the people who binge method acting in one day are brave because god the emotional whiplash....I personally reread it myself the other day just as I started planning the end and gave MYSELF a headache like I was doing too much but also you know that's how it goes. ALSO I LOVE LOVE LOVED WRITING THAT PART and will write that when I finish the story overall <3 there's a few things like that, that I wanted to expand on more - like how eren and y/n used to spend holidays together in the year they dated after s3 and his relationship w/ falco colt, and other awards shows and stuff like that BUT I will when its all over <3
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vellaphoria · 3 months
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hello! 2, 5, or 6 for the ask meme? : D
Thanks for the ask, anon! (questions are from this ask meme) 2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?  I really really really want to, but I always seem to either miss the signups for them or forget that they're happening... 6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?
It's 100% a DickTim witcher au >:3c further details in another answer (here)
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
Definitely the Tim comes back wrong fic, now with vampirism XD
The fic is currently 21k long, so this counts as an excerpt, right? right
Forty-two minutes after Tim’s alarm went off, Dick watches him shuffle past the kitchen’s bar counter. It’s five minutes longer than it took him yesterday morning and nine minutes longer than the one before that.
There’s a dull, flat-sounding whump that is almost certainly Tim collapsing onto nearby couch.
Dick gives himself the space of two inhales before he puts aside the peppers he’d been chopping, wiping his hands on a nearby towel.
The area just outside of the kitchen is a moderately large, well-appointed living room. Couches form three sides of a square, with the fourth side being closed off by an unnecessarily large flatscreen.
As he approaches the nearest couch, he sees several of the throw pillows scattered across the floor. Peering over the back of it, he sees Tim lying prone with his face buried in a pillow. There’s a faint groaning sound coming from him.
“How did you sleep?” Dick asks, trying not to sound as hesitant as he feels.
Another groan.
“That well, huh?”
Tim shifts, flopping over onto his back with all the grace of a fish left on the shore. His eyes are still closed, and that makes it harder to ignore how the skin beneath them seems almost translucent, highlighting the veins in his lower eyelids.
“I’m not sure I did,” Tim mutters. “Not for lack of trying…”
His eyes blink open. Today they’re a deep, nearly-luminescent green. The color’s full in a way that the rest of Tim isn’t. Each day, his skin seems a little more pale and his cheeks seem a little more gaunt.
The urge to reach down and stroke the too-defined line of his cheekbone makes itself known in the back of Dick’s mind. But he quashes the thought before it can gain any traction.
“Do you want tea?” he asks. “Coffee? Something else?”
“Breakfast?” Tim asks, sounding hopeful.
“Sure. It’ll be a few minutes though.”
Right on cue, Tim’s stomach rumbles. He rests his hand on it delicately, his expression screwing up a bit.
“Did I hear a delivery person come by earlier?” he asks before Dick can voice the concern that he’s certain is bleeding through his expression.
“Uh, yeah. I sweet-talked Tam into having some more groceries put on the company’s discretionary spending budget.”
How, exactly, Tim heard that from upstairs is anyone’s guess. When Dick had checked in on him before coming down to the kitchen, he’d been sleeping so deeply that he seemed dead to the world.
“Anything good?” Tim asks him, looking hopeful.
“Depends on what you think is good. My current plan is making a mountain of bacon and maybe some toast.”
Tim’s hand finds the back of the couch, curling around it as his fingers dig in hard enough to look nearly bloodless. He uses that grip, plus a hand on the cushions beneath him, to push himself up until he’s sitting.
When he wobbles a little at the top of his arc, Dick puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
Tim narrows his eyes a bit, shaking off the assistance. Stubbornly, he starts to stand. A tremor runs through the muscles of his legs and back. He circles around the couch, walking to the kitchen. He even manages to make it most of the way there before his legs start to give out on him.
Dick rushes to catch him, getting an arm around his back and looping one of Tim’s over his shoulder. The maneuver thankfully keeps Tim from crumpling onto the floor. Its also ends with Tim pressed up against him, his hands flat on Dick’s chest.
His body trembles where it’s pressed against Dick. When he shifts, his breath is warm against Dick’s neck.
Dick’s skin tingles with the feeling of it. Even more so when he feels what might be Tim’s lips brush against him - before Tim is pulling back out of his arms, doing his best to stand on his own.
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oekaki-chan · 1 year
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hey c! can i ask how do we get over the feeling of embarassment when drawing self-indulgent shippy fanart? i've seen most of your amazing art and i've noticed that you don't seem to hold back when drawing fanarts, it's really beautiful with the way you portray characters' intimate relationships.. be it thru manga, illustrations, sketches. I have quite a lot of ideas on my mind that I want to draw similar to what you've drawn in terms of shipping characters, but I can't help but feel embarassed most of the time when I attempt to draw, thinking that it's "cringe" or I should draw something else with more deeper meaning into it, not just shippy stuff.. so I get very hesitant posting said art online or even starting the sketch (i haven't drawn 95% of my written ideas for nearly a year ;_; pain lol) since a few of my friends might see and question it lmao but deep down i really want to draw them ofc! i'm just very scared with what others think, but I do want to show myself more through my art and what I really like to draw.. Have you had a similar feeling of embarassment too c? I'm sorry if this got too long, I don't rly have any artist friends to talk to this about :')) I'm just so amazed at how you're able to fight the fear and just draw what you want in the end ^-^ I hope I can be like that too with myself and art, there are rare times where I just say f*ck it and post it anyway but 99% of the time is just me overthinking on whether it's cringe or not but I want to be cringe so bad so I can just be free and draw whatever the heck I want! ahh so many conflicting feelings ;_; i hope you get what I mean, thank you again for responding to my previous asks with the colors and numerous questions! I'm sorry for being so curious lol i just want to draw my favorite characters to kiss and cuddle so bad but im too scared to even draw them so intimately like that so i dont even draw majority of my ideas for fear of being judged :'D :') :(( hope u had a nice day c!
I might never show it but actually I relate to you so hard, it's not once or twice that I keep overthinking if my art is too self-indulgent and cringe, everytime I'm about to post my art I'm one click away to post it but I always have this nagging worry of people judging my art (even tho there's nothing wrong with it, for god's sake!!!) so I just spend another 30 minutes worrying about it until I close my eyes, flick my finger quickly, and close the tab.
And oh god in heaven put a curse on meme culture for this because there was this one instance when someone made a corny meme out of my art (that's not even a funny drawing) and dared to send it to me, I know it's only one person but it's enough to crush my confidence in drawing and posting shippy/emotional art.
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Whenever I draw my favorite characters looking all seductive and cool I always worry people would think it's cringe, whenever I draw characters kissing I always worry people would think I'm weird, but then I remember about the other artists I like who post (their own) self-indulgent stuff and they make me joyous, I want people to feel the same way about my art when I post my own self-indulgent art too, so I guess that's what keeps me doing what I do today 😂
My 2023 resolution is just to stop giving a single damn about what people think of my art, if they think it's cringe then so be it, I can't control the mind of people, at least the cringe art gives me the happy brain chemicals and that's what truly matters 😊
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