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@aloudblondeproblem
i wanna be married. i wanna feel the cool metal of your ring grinding against my clit when you finger me slow and deep. i wanna suck your fingers afterward, swirling my tongue around the band like worship until the gold warms up. i wanna lace our fingers together when you pin me down, rings clinking like another vow with every thrust. sigh.
like i know it’s not actually a permanent solution but like …………. i do think being kissed on my neck and told that i’m pretty could fix me
There is something so incredibly tender about walking through a bookstore or a museum and stopping in a section you usually breeze past, just because the person you love loves it. Suddenly, a specific genre of sci-fi or a niche era of art history isn't just "a thing"—it’s a map of their mind. You’re standing there looking at a shelf, thinking, oh, they would lose their mind over this. Your brain permanently reserves a little room for their joy, and I think that’s so beautiful.
yes i DO want you to suck on the fingers that are going to fill, stretch and fuck you five minutes later. what about it?
dude stop fucking man-spreading over the canvas (anatomy study pt 2)
🎶 When you say my name, it's soft prn 🎶
sylus notices everything. his eyes are always scanning for threats and he never lets anyone get a blind spot on him.
except you. you are the only blind spot he actually enjoys.
it’s a quiet afternoon at the base, sylus is sitting on the leather sofa, a small velvet cloth in his hand. he’s carefully cleaning the sleek barrel if his gun, his sharp face focused. you creep up behind him on your tiptoes, wanting to see if you could actually scare him this time, mentally remembering all your failed attempts.
just as you reach out, sylus speaks.
“need something, sweetie?” he murmurs smoothly, not even turning around.
ugh. how does he always know!?
you pout, but don’t back down. instead, you lean over his broad shoulder and snatch the velvet cloth right out of his fingers.
sylus smiles and stops working instantly. he sets the gun down on the coffee table with a soft click. now, a slow smirk spreads across his stupid handsome face.he turns his head to look at you, red eyes gleaming with amusement.
“am i being a bad host?” sylus says, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “i didn’t realize i was ignoring you, sweetie”
“you’ve been cleaning that for an hour,” you say, holding the cloth behind your back and walking over to stand infront of him. “i think it’s clean enough.”
“mm. but nothing in my world is free,” sylus murmurs. sylus gently pulls you into his lap, holding you firmly. he reaches out with his warm and large hand and gently cups your cheek, tilting your face toward his. his thumb rubs a languid circle over your cheek, his soft touch making all your thoughts melt away.
“if you’re taking away my distraction, you have to become the new one.” he teases softly, his silver hair brushing against your forehead as he moves closer.
you blink. “what is that supposed to mean?” you ask, voice dropping to a whisper.
“it means i want to look at you instead, he whispers, his gaze full of that sweetness only meant for you. “give me a kiss, sweetie.”
your face burns hot and you smile. but you lean down and press a soft, sweet kiss to his grinning lips.
sylus lets out a low satisfied laugh the shakes his chest. he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer until your chest is flush against his. he buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent.
“perfect,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “stay with me like this.”
Sometimes flirting isn't pick-up lines and sexual innuendos, sometimes it's asking questions about their passions, noticing little details, and embracing their flaws.
mi on my way tu the function..🐰🚘
Giving ghost a portal pussy thinking you might finally get that rough, brutal sex you always crave while he's gone...
Only for him to spend his time making out with your cunt like it's your lips. Peppering sweet kisses to your clit, licking into you slow and warm, almost longing. Ghost is horribly sappy when he's away from you and just wants to give you kisses. He could spend hours with the portal pressed to his lips and a hand squeezing his bulge.
Half the time he doesn't even make you cum, or only takes you out to give you a quick peck. It's absolutely torture and the second he gets home you're tying him up in retaliation.
as long as my phone is at 2% or higher it needs no charging