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i love im on fire because he wrote that song with a gun pressed to his head in one hand his dick in the other and was moving the pen with telekinesis
a man so handsome it kind of pisses you off to look at him sometimes
I’m going to have an asthma attack
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norman and courtney love
as sabrina carpenter once said, i'm so fucking horny
everybody moved on but i’m still here
*stumbles out of the haunted house covered in hickies*
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Thinking about this video…. Again… oug
“ok lets do warm up sketch”
“oh..”
late night confessions pt. 2 - sydney adamu
・❥・sydney adamu x fem reader !
cw: oral, fingering, some dirty talk
Doing a quick sweep of your apartment, you made sure everything was perfect for your first official date with Sydney tonight. The big light was off, allowing ambient lighting to fill the space instead. Candles were scattered about the table, as well as a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Two plates of pasta alla vodka, Sydney's favorite, sat on the kitchen counter, ready for when she arrived.
You had spent the whole day prepping your space for this evening. You cleaned every speck of dust off every inch of space, even the places she was guaranteed not to see.
While you waited for her to knock on the door, you took a moment to freshen up your appearance. Both of you agreed to keep things casual, so you picked out a pair of jeans and a cute, floral top. You smoothed your clothes over in the mirror, and for good measure, spritzed a bit more of your vanilla perfume.
At approximately 7 o'clock, there was a knock on your front door. Your heart thumped in your chest as you waltzed over to open it. Though you'd answered the door for her a countless number of times, there was something so exhilarating about this time.
Sydney stood on the other side, looking like an absolute vision. Even in her casual outfit, she looked stunning. You could tell she put on some makeup, as her cheeks, as well as her lips, were more rosy than normal.
She stepped inside and placed a bouquet of flowers on the table. She remembered that lilies were your favorite, so of course she had to bring them for you.
Her arms were open as she approached you, and you fell into them, wrapping your own around her. She smelled divine, a mixture of vanilla and fresh flowers.
You pulled away after a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."
She squeezes your arms. "Thanks for all of this." She looks around the room, eyes twinkling as she takes in the romantic atmosphere you've created.
"Go sit, I'll bring you a plate."
She does just that and sits at the table, watching as you move around the kitchen. Shortly, you walk over to the table with two plates and set one down in front of her. You don't miss the smile that spreads across her lips, or the way her eyes slightly widen.
"God, this look amazing."
You watch as she takes her first bite. Her eyes flutter shut, a hum of approval coming from her throat as she tastes the food. You can't help but smile, loving the way she appreciates it.
Soon, the room fills with the sound of conversation and the clinking of forks on plates. It's all so natural the way things play out, just as you hoped it would be.
"If we really think about it," Sydney begins, twirling pasta around her fork. "This is like our seventy-fifth date."
You swallow your forkful of pasta and laugh. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
She laughs along with you, admiring the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. She'd always find ways to make you laugh just so she could hear that sweet sound.
You two continue to eat, engaging in conversation as you do so. New things are shared, childhood stories are told, and you both complain about work and how much you need red wine after a long day.
When it's time to wash up, you collect all of the dishes and bring them to the sink. Sydney had offered to help, but you refused, claiming that you had to prove how good of a housewife you could be.
Sydney watches you from her place at the table, letting her eyes wander shamelessly over your figure. Although she had seen you in the kitchen many times, this was different. More domestic. You were wearing casual clothes instead of chef whites, and something about that made her want you even more.
Sometime throughout your washing, Sydney sneaked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. She pulled you back against her, just far enough so you were still able to scrub properly.
"Didn't take you for the clingy type," you teased as you began to wash a wine glass.
She chuckled and rested her chin on your shoulder. "Well, get that out of your head because I can be a koala when I want to be."
You chuckled as you continued to wash.
Sydney watched you over your shoulder, eyes lingering on your hands, watching as they moved with skilled precision. Though it was such a mundane task, she found herself weirdly aroused at the sight.
She moved in closer, peppering kisses on the side of your neck. The sudden contact made you gasp, but you quickly eased into it. When she felt you relax, she continued her ministrations, growing more purposeful as she went.
Soft kisses turned into gentle sucks, which made your brain go fuzzy. She smirked against your skin when she heard your breathing become ragged, her arms tightening around you.
"Syd..." you exhaled, pausing your dishwashing.
"Hm?"
"What are you doing?"
She paused her kisses and pulled back from your neck. "Something about you washing dishes has me all riled up," she admitted, followed by a chuckle.
You laugh. "That's what does it for you? Not the wine, or the candles, or the fact that I wore my most form-fitting jeans?"
Her eyes fall, admiring the way your jeans cling to your figure, accentuating your hips and backside. "Believe me, I appreciate all of that. This is just the final straw."
Drying your hands, you turn yourself around so you're chest to chest. Your hands land on her hips, pulling her in a bit closer. "You ready for dessert?" you tease cheekily.
Her hands cup your face, bringing it closer to hers. "I would love some."
This time, you're the one initiating the kiss, leaning in until your lips touch. Much like the first time, it's sweet, soft. However, it turns more hungry as it continues, a heat forming between the two of you.
After a moment, you pull away. "Come on," you say softly and take her hand, leading her back into your bedroom.
Sydney's heart rate spikes as she follows you into your room. She's no stranger to sex, especially with girls, but something about you just makes her nervous. You're so pretty and perfect and everything she wants.
As she steps into your room, she takes it all in. She notices the wall of pictures and how tidy your bed is. She loves the fairy lights that frame your bed and the plants in your windowsill. It's all very you.
The two of you climb into bed and lie down on your side. Sydney's hand reaches for your thigh, fingers slightly shaking as she grips it. As her hand roams, your body heats up. Her eyes are intense as they stare into yours. She's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters, like she needs you.
She scoots in closer, running a finger along your jaw. The featherlight touch makes you shiver, which only encourages her. She captures your lips in a searing kiss, which you eagerly reciprocate.
As the kiss grows in intensity, you climb on top of her, thighs straddling either side of her lap. Her hands hold onto your waist, helping you settle on top of her. You roll your hips to test the waters, earning a moan from Sydney.
Once you know you've got her, you pull away and trail kisses from her jaw down to her neck. She becomes a mess beneath you, your kisses like fire against her skin.
Her hands roam under your shirt, her nails lightly scratching your skin. It gives you goosebumps, your hips faltering as they grind.
With ease, your fingers unzip her jeans, all while continuing to kiss her neck. Your hand slips beneath her waistband, cupping her through her underwear. You can feel how wet she is, making you groan against her neck.
She grips your waist even tighter, gasping at the way you palm her. Pulling your face away from her neck, you watch as she writhes beneath you, mouth open to gasp at the way you tease her.
"Please," she eventually begs, staring up at you with her sweet, brown eyes.
"Please what? You gotta use your words, sweet girl."
"Need to feel you." Her hips buck up into your hand, trying to seek relief for the ache between her thighs.
"How do you want me?"
"Need your mouth."
You waste no time removing your hand and slipping her jeans off, tossing them aside. She looks like an angel beneath you, sprawled out on your mattress in her lacy black panties.
"Did you pick those out for me?"
She nods, her cheeks turning a shade of red as her whole body heats up.
Lowering your head, you press a kiss above the band of them, eyes still locked on hers. Her stomach muscles clench, her hands moving to grab at your sheets. Although she's all for a little teasing, she really wishes you would speed up the process.
Your fingers slip under the waistband of the lace, and you feel your blood run hot. You had spent so many nights imagining this, and now it was actually happening.
The smell of her hits you as you slide her panties off, and you can't help the groan that tumbles from your lips. "Sydney..." you purr, your eyes locking on her inner thighs.
She parts her legs instinctively, and you don't miss the way she clenches around nothing. It's perfect. She's perfect.
"Baby, you're so pretty."
Eager fingers trace her mound, making her squirm beneath your touch. You dip a finger lower, running it between her folds, collecting the arousal.
She watches as you plunge the finger into your mouth, a choked moan coming from her own. You groan at the taste of her, swirling your tongue to savor every last bit of it.
Once you've had your fix, you lower yourself so you're right before her cunt, your hands curling around her thighs. Your nails dig into her skin, making her hiss at the delicious pain.
With a flat tongue, you lick up her slit, humming in delight at the taste of her. You alternate between circles and long licks, taking your time as you practically make out with her pussy.
As your lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves, her hips buck up against your face. She moans out your name, the sound like music to your ears.
You find yourself getting lost between her thighs, the taste and sounds she's making only encouraging your devouring. The vibrations of your moans travel through her whole body, making her eyes roll back into her head.
You release her clit with a pop, turning your focus towards her hole. You prod at it with your tongue, pulling a whine from the deepest parts of her soul; it makes you shiver.
You work your tongue in slowly, moaning at how warm she feels around you. You fuck into her with it, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of it.
"God, you're so—shit—don't stop," she manages to choke out between noises of pleasure.
And you don't stop. You definitely don't.
Her hand eventually flies down to your head, her fingers tangling in your roots as she grinds against your face, using you to reach her orgasm. You let it happen, continuing to work your mouth.
She cries out your name when your hand slips between her thighs, your thumb circling her clit. Her brain turns to mush, her toes curling from the sensitivity.
"Please, please, please...." she spews mindlessly, though she's not too sure what she's asking for.
You don't question it, just continue to eat her out like she's your first meal after years of starvation.
Her hips jerk above you, her stomach muscles clenching as she feels herself reaching her peak. Her fingers release your hair and fall at her sides, her chest heaving.
When her inner thighs start to tremble, you know she's close. Sweet moans and gasps continue to spill from her lips, her lips continuing to roll.
You pull your face away from her pussy, the bottom of it shiny with a mixture of her slick and your saliva. It's filthy, but it makes Sydney curse your name.
Two of your fingers replace your mouth, plunging in and out of her at a pace that makes her see stars. You don't miss a single expression, the look in your eyes downright sinful as you watch her fall apart.
"Fuck...'m gonna cum," she whines, her head falling back against your pillow.
"That's it, baby. That's it." You keep your pace, curling your fingers just right. "Make a mess on my fingers, baby."
The combination of your encouragement and the way your fingers press that sweet spot with every curl, Sydney's body tumbles over the edge, crying out your name as she cums all over your fingers.
You dip back down, lapping up her release as it soaks her cunt completely. It's sweet on your tongue and you don't let up until you've collected every drop, swallowing it with the biggest grin.
When Sydney's back down on Earth, she stares down at you, watching the way you suck her juices off your fingers. It makes her feel things she's never felt before.
You climb back up beside her on the bed, lying down on your side to face her. Her arms pull you in, your leg finding its place over her hip.
"That was...fucking incredible," she says, followed by a nervous chuckle.
Your thumb rubs circles against her cheek, and she eases into it, appreciating the gentleness. "You should've let me do that sooner," you tease.
She chuckles as she rubs your thigh. "Well, there will be countless future opportunities for me to be your pillow princess."
Your brows lift. "Yeah? You just gonna lay there and look pretty while I do all the work?"
She smirks. "That's right."
You chuckle as you lean in to kiss her. It's gentle, both of you basking in the afterglow of the passion. The taste of her lingers on your tongue, and she can't help the soft sigh that leaves her lips as she tastes it.
・❥・i didn't really know how to end this, so i apologize if it's a bit awkward 😭 thank you so much for reading !!!
PLS more sydney x fem reader!! the people need it!! maybe as a part 2 of the previous one or something? would really appreciate it tysm!
i got you !! currently working on a part 2 of late night confessions 💋
needs - richie jerimovich
・❥・richie jerimovich x fem reader !
cw: oral (fem receiving), some dirty talk
You're in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of red wine, when the front door opens. One glance at the clock told you it was your husband.
The door slammed shut and a few seconds later, he appeared.
His lanky frame slowly trudged into the kitchen. You skimmed his appearance over the rim of your glass. It was evident that he had had a tough day.
Stubbing his cigarette out on the ashtray that sat on the counter, he moved in closer to you. His hands were on your waist in an instant, pulling you flush against him. He buried his face in your neck, his scraggly beard tickling the skin.
Quickly setting your glass down, you wrap your arms around him. He mutters something into your neck, but before you can ask him to repeat yourself, his hands are reaching for the waistband of your jeans.
"Richie..."
"Need this tonight."
He manages to undo the button, and as he goes for the zipper, you push his hand away.
"Wait-"
"Don't fight me on this, doll." He pulls away from your neck to stare down at you. "Not tonight. I swear to God, sweetheart."
After a moment, you exhale. "What do you need?"
"Need you to take your fuckin' panties off and go lie down for me." His voice is blunt, straight to the point, leaving no room for argument.
And you can't lie, it sent heat straight down to your core.
It was typical for Richie to get like this after a long day at work. He'd come home, act all cold until he could get his mouth on you. And as much as it felt good for you, it was more for him. Like your pussy had healing powers.
Once he released you from his grip, you made your way into your shared bedroom. Per his instructions, you stripped out of your jeans, leaving you in only a t-shirt and your panties. Then, you worked the lacy fabric down your legs, tossing it on the floor.
By the time he entered the room, you were on your back on the mattress, propped up on your elbows. He was like a predator as he slinked into the room, making himself at home on the mattress.
He kneeled between your legs, nudging them apart with a large hand. Dark blues landed on your cunt as he spread you out further, pupils dilating.
"Fuck, there she is," he spoke under his breath.
His words sent a shiver down your spine, making you clench around nothing. It was safe to say his motormouth only intensified during sex, but you couldn't say you minded.
He just sat there for a moment, eyes roving over your exposed form. You looked like a damn dream before him, all spread out. Your plush thighs looked perfect against the sheets, and he wanted nothing more than to dive between them. Your arousal glistened under the light of the bedside lamp, making you appear even more mouthwatering.
Once settled between your thighs, he wasted no time attaching himself to you. His lips wrapped around your clit on instinct, sucking harshly at the sensitive bud.
It took your breath away, your head tipping back as a sharp gasp left your throat. But once you came back to your senses, you looked back down, watching as he devoured you mercilessly.
His hands curled around your thighs, nails leaving crescent indents in the skin as he held you open. His lips came off of your clit with a pop, allowing him to run his tongue through your folds.
You whined as his tongue prodded at your hole, your hand going down to grip his head. He allowed you to draw him in, groaning at the taste of you as he sunk his tongue into you.
He continued to feast on your cunt, alternating between harsh sucks and long licks up your folds. And within no time, you were gushing all over his face, cursing his name in a whine.
But he didn't let up.
His strong hands moved up to your hips, keeping you down against the mattress.
"Richie," you whimpered, your free hand curling in the sheets.
"What, sweetheart?" He mumbled, words muffled by the mouthful of you.
"Too much," you replied breathlessly.
You could feel him smirk against you.
"Can't be too much with the way you're fucking yourself against my face."
Goddamnit. He was right.
Though he kept a tight grip on you, you were still able to push your hips up, grinding on his face. The friction was delicious, causing the most pathetic whimpers to leave your mouth.
"Fuckin' thought so."
Richie continued, keeping himself buried between your thighs. By the end of it, your poor cunt was so sensitive, so ruined from the continuous work of his tongue.
When he finally pulled away, the bottom half of his face was shiny, his beard slick with your juices. He wiped it with the back of his hand, wearing a proud smirk as he looked down at you.
He fucking loved you and that sweet cunt of yours.
・❥・just dropping off my horny thoughts lmaooo 😭😭
late night confessions - sydney adamu
・❥・sydney adamu x fem reader !
The Bear had managed to take everything out of you. As it had at the end of every long work week.
But every Friday night, you always had something to look forward to.
That something was Sydney.
Since joining the restaurant, you have become particularly close to her. While you were good friends with your other co-workers, there was something different about your bond with Sydney.
And the more you thought about that difference, the more it drove you mad.
It was strictly friendly, you told yourself. Besides, you were co-workers. And you knew better than to mix romance with business.
But that didn't mean those thoughts didn't linger in the back of your mind.
The subtle touches, the long eye contact across the kitchen, the way you'd come to each other to taste each other's food before anyone else could.
It was always in your mind.
The two of you sat at your kitchen counter, both nursing glasses of red wine. It was therapy in a way. You'd both ramble on about your weeks and how exhausted you were.
"So," she began, swirling her wine in her glass. "What else has been going on in your life?"
You sigh and set your glass down. "Honestly? Not much. I did go out the other night, though."
She lifts her brows at that, watching you over the rim of her glass.
"Went to a nice oyster bar downtown, had a few drinks."
She swallows before talking. "Who with? If you don't mind me asking..."
"One of my friends, Julian."
The mention of a guy's name sent a pang through Sydney's body. Was she...jealous? No. It was just the wine, she told herself internally.
"Just you and Julian then?"
"Mhm," you hum in response.
She nods and takes another sip, which turns into a big gulp. After finishing her wine, she sets the empty glass down on the counter.
"Sounds romantic."
You set your glass down with a chuckle. "Oh, no. It wasn't."
She watches as you rub a hand over the back of your neck, and the way your cheeks slightly flush.
"I'm not exactly interested in his kind..." you explain carefully.
She feels herself almost relax at your words, like a two-ton weight was lifted off her shoulders. But she plays off her relief with a nonchalant facade.
"What exactly does 'his kind' mean?"
"That...I like girls. Strictly," you add.
Those five words have Sydney's heart skipping a beat, and it's embarrassing, honestly. To keep her cool, she leans forward, folding her arms against the cool granite of the counter.
"You're a lesbian?"
"Yeah," you reply, followed by a chuckle.
A beat of silence falls between you two. Not exactly awkward, but it gives both of you time to digest what's just happened.
"It's crazy," you start. "I mean, we've been working together for months and-" You cut yourself off with a gasp. "Oh my God! Did you think I was straight?!"
She chuckles at your change in tone, the way you seemed to be offended by her thinking. "In my defense, you never told me otherwise."
"Fair point, but that's like...an insult," you joke.
You two fall into a fit of laughter.
"I'm not a mind reader, you know."
"I thought I looked gay enough," you quip.
Her dark eyes run along your body, taking in your appearance like she'd done many times before. But now that she has an actual reason to, she does see how you'd look anything but straight.
You hold your hands out, showing off your rings. "I mean, come on, what straight girl keeps rings on only her two middle fingers?"
She focuses on the silver that adorns your fingers, and the placement is enough to make her shift in her seat.
"Alright, fine. That is a bit of a dead giveaway."
You retract your hands with a chuckle and lean back in your seat. "So, since we're coming out tonight, what about you?"
She mirrors your position, leaning back in her chair. "What about me?" she asks, trying not to seem eager about her answer.
"Are you...a lady kisser?"
The way you phrased it makes her laugh. Through her laughing fit, she pretends to think, though the answer is on the tip of her tongue.
"Yeah, 'lady kisser' sounds about right."
"Yeah, I figured," you reply matter-of-factly.
The certainty in your response makes her stomach churn, but she plays it off by teasing you. "And how'd you come to that conclusion?"
You shrug. "You just look like you'd be."
A wide grin spreads across her lips at your lack of explanation. And as much as she wants you to elaborate, she doesn't ask you to.
"You're such a smartass."
Though those words are meant to be a dig at you, you can't help the way your heart flutters or the way your stomach fills up with butterflies. You'd never heard those words spoken so sweetly.
Or maybe it's just the way her lips move. The way they tug up at the corners, like she's trying to suppress a smile.
She sees the way your eyes linger on her lips, and it makes her nervous. It fills the room with a thick tension, one she's itching to cut through.
Involuntarily, she moves in closer, her leg brushing against yours. You don't miss the subtle touch, it's impossible with the way it sends a jolt through your body.
You find yourself leaning in, and with a spontaneous confidence, you interlock her pinkies with yours. The feeling of her skin is perfect, like silk against your own.
She's waited for this moment. Waited for you to touch her in such an intimate way. Waited for your eyes to linger on her lips longer than they needed to.
The two of you continue to inch closer, almost in slow motion. Like you can't wait to get closer, but you want to savor the moment and all of its intensity.
With a hesitant hand, Sydney cups your jaw. It makes your heart beat faster, almost loud enough for her to hear.
"Syd..." you whisper.
Her eyes, which swirl with a mix of emotion, flicker up to meet yours. She tries to read you through your eyes, trying to decipher what your dilated pupils mean. But, she won't do anything without consent.
"Yeah?" she whispers back.
"I want you to kiss me."
Your whispered words are like gasoline, making the fire within her stomach burn brighter, more intensely.
Using her grip on your jaw, she leans in closer, finally pressing her lips to yours. Her lips slot perfectly against yours, like they were meant to be there.
Your hand finds the side of her neck, gently grasping at the skin. You use it to move in closer, your legs fully touching. She smiles at the contact, and it feels like heaven against your lips.
When you pull away and see Sydney's smile, it takes your breath away. She looks so blissful, so beautiful with her slightly kiss-bitten lips.
"What?" she asks sheepishly.
"You look perfect," you reply softly.
She can't help herself as she leans back in, pressing her lips to yours with more fervor. You respond instantly, cupping her face with both of your hands.
The kiss grows in intensity, and Sydney's halfway off her stool. Her hands roam down your body, gripping your thighs. When she hears you softly moan into her mouth, she takes it as a sign to keep going.
But you pull away from the kiss as her fingers toy with the waistband of your pants. Your breath comes out in soft pants as your hands fall from her face.
At the sudden pull away, she feels her blood run cold, like she's overstepped. "I'm sorry, I didn't-
You cut her off with a squeeze of her hand, bringing it into your lap. "Sydney, you didn't do anything."
She visibly relaxes, and her heart stops pounding against her chest.
"I just want it to be proper. Wine and dine, y'know?"
Sydney chuckles. "Yeah, yeah. I'd like that," she replies softly.
You bring her hand up and brush your lips against her knuckles, not missing the way she heats up under your touch. "Yeah, you'll let me take you out?"
"I would," she replied with a smile.
・❥・it's been a minute since i've written, so bear with me !! but i've recently started watching the bear, and i have fallen in love with sydney, so i had to do something about it