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hand size comparison with your fave and he looks rather lackadaisical about it, but goes home to frantically stroke himself to the thought of your smaller hand gripping his cock

#nsfw text #sagkshlsdagkhsd;gsfdjk #I havent used this blog in a while BUT GUH

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whatever dynamic this is

#me and boss fr fr #ship: you smell like corn chips

kissy-liight

if your F/O regularly wears gloves, imagine how special it is when they take them off to touch you. gently stroking your cheek, playing with your hair, holding your hand, wanting to feel your warmth… imagine how intimate that is. how smooth and soft their skin feels. how they’re exposing a part of themselves to be with you, just for you 🥺

#safdgafhlkhfdj;hg #not soft skin but smooth bone #ship: you smell like corn chips

astralselfships

🌸 okay BUT imagine that your F/O, for some reason, always seems to grab your arm or hand, their fingers softly making their way up to your upper arms even under your sleeves and caressing your skin. The unannounced contact, whether their body temperature is lower or higher, gives you both tingles and it keeps you grounded and comfy.

#honey #boss

katistry

girl help! the popular fanon interpretation of my favorite character is stupid as fuck

theeternalghost

We all have that one character we’re in too deep for.

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bauliya

i think villains in general provide better, more epic romances because they're allowed to go to extremes. they're allowed to put their love over the greater good. they're allowed to be selfish. the best a hero can offer you is number two, because their duty comes first. villains, though. villains will burn down the world for a last kiss goodbye.

lysandthunder

imagine your f/o’s eyes never leaving your face when you talk to them. you’re rambling about something passionately, moving your hands around and getting really absorbed in what you’re talking about. your eyes are darting around as you continue, almost forgetting that you’re still talking out loud. you keep going until your eyes lock onto your f/o’s eyes.

you realize that their attention never wavered and they haven’t stopped looking at you the whole time you were speaking. you feel your cheeks heat up at their intense gaze and your rambling starts to fade as you just stare at them and they stare back at you.

they furrow their brows slightly and ask, “what’s wrong?”

you just stare at them stunned and breathe out, “nothing, just thanks for listening to me.”

they give you a reassuring smile and say, “of course, i always will.”