#i need................................the glasses.......neow...

[jas-the-shrimp]

Skylar ❤️🧡🩷

[drh-j3kyll]

More redraws chat (from two months ago that I forgot to post but shhhhhh)

[remitro]

thought some more about sunny . Yeag

[moonyistired]

"let's just play a few rounds of slay the spire and then i can finally catch up on tumblr :)"

(seven hours later, not a single win)

"fuck"

[snoozer-crow]

Zayne is so safe and calm and warm. I lovvve him so much.

❄️🫂

iwant to cuddle with him so i can feel safe and calm and warm too. true comfort and happiness and calm is a rarity for me.... and my feet are always cold :( i cant stop posting short things imsorry its addictive i need him neow

You're on the couch, lying on top of him. He's slightly propped up against the arm of the couch, allowing you to loosely wrap your arms around his waist. Your face is nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your soft, warm breaths grazing his skin as you settle into a half-doze, your body neatly covered with your favorite fluffy blanket.

He has a book resting on the small of your back, wearing his reading glasses, and slowly flipping through the pages as you listen to his soft, gentle breaths. You feel more than hear his heartbeat against your body, slow and steady as always. You love the feeling of basking in the warmth of his body, comforting and calming. And whenever he speaks, no matter what he says, you feel your anxiety abate just from his presence and his voice that softens just for you.

You always keep the house slightly chilled in order to create more excuses for cuddles. He knows this, you're sure, but he's never once called you out on it or turned the heat back up. He loves to indulge just as much as you do.

You stir a little as you feel his hand guiding your chin upwards, and you go pliantly, never needing to question or second-guess his motives. He presses his lips to your forehead and holds them there for a long moment, the exhales from his nose caressing your skin as he does so. When he finally parts from the kiss to cup your cheek in his palm, you nuzzle his hand, a small smile on your face. You wish you could purr, so you could express your contentment without needing to think of the pesky words.

His gaze is loving as he watches your pretty face, a gentle flush on his ears as he whispers. "I love you."

And while the words aren't nearly enough to convey the depth of your emotion towards him, and your mind is sluggish from sleepiness and relaxation, you respond in kind. "luv'you too, zay."

[in-ky]

Okay idk if I’m doing this right and idk if this has been taken yet but I don’t think it is so I’ll ask for it 😅

Could I request G4, which I believe is ‘Quickie’, on the blackout bingo card please? Can this be with Season 1 Sammy Bryant please? Baso ignoring tammi bc I know Sammy wouldn’t cheat.

I’m thinking maybe reader brought Sammy his lunch in because he forgot it and somehow this turns to them having a quickie in an interrogation room?? Feel free to add to this however you like!! I’m down for anything honesty. Make it as tame or as fucking sexually explicit as you want!

Love your work!! Can’t wait to absolutely binge read everything when you’ve finished 💛✨

Quickie

sammy bryant x wife!f!reader

black out bingo masterlist | main masterlist

Warnings: pervy!sammy i dont caaare, he is the man behind tree rubbing his hands together meme when he sees his wife, eats u out in the interrogation room. thats it. thats the fic.A/N: guys can we have a real talk for a minute. i need a down bad man in my life NEOW where is he. where is my husband. what is taking him so long. anyway. thanks for playing!! hope you like it teeheew.c. 1.2k sorry it's so short, my brain's been a bit fried recently

The drive to the precinct was shorter than you thought it would be by a whole ten minutes. Wonderful! You could drop off your husband’s lunch he forgot and still have some extra time for your own lunch break before you had to head back to work. That was the plan, anyway. But you should have known better because once Sammy Bryant’s eyes landed on his wife, all bets were out the window. 

You walked into the precinct and told the receptionist you were there to see Sammy, but he didn’t have to call. Your husband was already waiting around the corner. When he saw you through the glass partition, he was already sporting a semi. You wore your work uniform, something nondescript and not flashy. But it doesn’t matter, because Sammy believed you would be the sexiest thing to ever exist even if you wore the most hideous outfit. You caught sight of him and waved him over with a smile, holding up his lunchbox. Sammy crossed the room and gratefully accepted it. 

“You couldn’t just order something?” You said, feigning annoyance. Your expression softened when Sammy gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“And ignore all the hard work you put into makin’ me food?” He pouted. “Unlikely.” It was true. You adored cooking for him, rich homestyle meals with heart. Paired with the mainly sedentary lifestyle switch to detective, maybe it had caused Sammy to fill out a bit. But you were absolutely not one to complain. You loved the way he filled out his shirts and the pudge that peeked over his stomach. You especially loved the way the roundness of him fit perfectly into the curve of your back when he was pounding into you from behind. He looked especially good today, wearing an old band t-shirt and jeans because of his special assignment. The short sleeves meant you could see the freckles climbing up his arms. Sammy caught you staring at his chest and puffed it out a bit. He noticed the way your eyes darkened. The same way they did when he crawled over you at night. He fought down a smirk and grabbed your hand in his, enjoying the way your fingers interlocked around his. His eyes flashed to the receptionist to make sure he wasn’t paying attention. He leaned in close to your ear. “I gotta talk to you ‘bout somethin’.” he murmured. Worry crumpled your eyebrows and you nodded seriously. Sammy motioned for you to follow him. He slipped you back into the main holding area into an interrogation room. The hallway was empty, but he closed and locked the door anyway. 

“What’s wrong-” you barely got the words out before Sammy’s lips were greedily sucking at yours. He moaned into your kiss and gripped your ass roughly. You let out a squeak of surprise and your hands flew up. “What’re you doing?” You gasped between his onslaught.

“Just…” He gave another passionate lap at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss for a moment. “Thanking my wife for taking time out of her day to make me happy. Gotta return the favor.” You didn’t realize he was walking you back until your knees hit the edge of the cold metal interrogation table. He lifted you up effortlessly. That was another thing you enjoyed. Since he was a little bigger, he could throw you around more. You giggled as your ass landed firmly on the table and Sammy’s mouth was back on yours. You allowed your legs to open to make room for him and your ankles interlocked behind his back. Your fingers fiddled with the edge of his t-shirt and you ran your hands up his bare stomach, rubbing circles with your thumb. You felt the hardness of his cock pressing against your thigh and you allowed the tip of your finger to dip beneath the waistband of his jeans. You continued to kiss him for a few minutes and once your lips were kiss-bitten and your lungs were struggling for air, you pushed him gently away from you by the waist. “While I appreciate the appreciation, you should probably get back to work.” You moved to get down, but Sammy’s large hands held you down by the hips. You gave him a look and he stared back at you, chest still rapidly moving and pupils blown.

“M’not done yet.” He told you. His voice was rough and commanding. You weren’t going to be able to argue with him. His palms splayed over your thighs and he tugged you harshly against him. 

“You can’t fuck me on the interrogation table, Sammy,” you protested, albeit very weakly. He could. And he might. But he shook his head.

“Not going to,” He promised. He held your gaze as he sank onto his knees. Arousal hooked behind your intestines when you realized what he was doing. 

“Sammy.” You sighed, lolling your head to the side. He ignored you, pushing the skirt of your uniform up and pulling your underwear to the side. Sammy licked his lips to prepare himself. The heat of his mouth made you whimper as he made out with your cunt. His tongue slipped through your folds and circled around your clit. One of his hands moved from your thigh to your stomach, softly pushing you back until you gave in and laid flat on the table. It then found your hand and interlocked your fingers together. Sammy ate you out like a man starved. He had forgotten his lunch, afterall, and he needed a treat. 

“So fuckin’ good, baby,” He moaned directly against your core and the vibration sent tingles up your spine. “Just tastes so amazing. Can’t help myself.” You let out a whimper when he inserted two of his thick fingers into you, stretching against the walls of your pussy. Your slick was making obscene noises, and you hoped that the room was soundproof. The assault of his fingers and his tongue built your fuzzy orgasm faster than you expected. You came with a shaky sigh of Sammy’s name, squeezing his hand and clamping your thighs over his ears. You rode out your orgasm literally, rolling your hips against Sammy’s face until you were panting and shaking around him. As you came down, Sammy pulled back, peppering the insides of your thighs with gentle kisses. He stood up and pulled you flush against your chest. He gave you a proud little smile and you wanted to smack him. It was then that you noticed a little blinking red light in the corner of the ceiling. Horror drained from your brain and settled in your tailbone. 

“Is…” you swallowed. “Is that a camera?”

“Yea,” Sammy shrugged. Unbothered bastard. “I’ll get the footage and delete it, no worries.” You gave him a searing look. 

“You better, buddy. Or you’re not allowed to eat anything of mine. Food or otherwise.” Sammy scoffed with amusement and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.  A few moments later, you were walking out of the precinct with a wave. Sammy clutched his lunchbox and waved back at you, like he couldn’t still taste you on his tongue. He did wipe the footage from the camera. But he didn’t delete it. Instead, he moved it to a personal thumbdrive that he locked in his desk. He needed something to motivate him when he was working late nights and couldn’t be next to you.

[bambieyedpoet]

heyy i really loved your tenya as your boyfriend camera roll trend, i was wondering if you could do like a headcanon or short story about what it would be like to date him?

mr responsible — ᨳଓ . tenya iida x f!reader

he reads articles about healthy relationships, asks you what you need, and genuinely tries to improve himself because he wants to be someone you can rely on. if he ever feels like he’s let you down, he apologises immediately and tries to fix it, and you have to remind him that he doesn’t need to be perfect because you already love him exactly as he is!

takes responsibility so seriously that you sometimes wonder if he’s secretly carrying the weight of the entire school on his shoulders...when he becomes your boyfriend, that responsibility shifts toward you. he genuinely believes it’s his job to make sure you’re safe, organised, and never stressed about anything he can help with. he’ll remind you about assignments, check that you’ve eaten breakfast, and make sure you have everything you need before training, and even though you tell him you’re capable of looking after yourself, he insists that supporting you is part of being a good partner.

if you leave your water bottle behind, he’ll bring it to, and if you forget your notebook, he’ll appear beside your desk with it in hand, saying something like, "i noticed you left this behind, and i didn’t want you to be inconvenienced later."

tries to act composed at all times, but the moment you compliment him, he loses that composure instantly, adjusting his glasses, clearing his throat, and trying to pretend he isn’t blushing. if you say something simple like, "you’re really thoughtful," he’ll respond with something like, "i am simply fulfilling my duties as your partner," even though his voice goes slightly higher and he can’t look you in the eye.

he also enjoys calm activities like studying together, organising your notes, planning your week, or cooking dinner with you! he finds comfort in routines that make him feel connected to you. he’ll sit beside you with his legs perfectly straight, reading while you lean against him, and even though he pretends he’s focused on his book, he’s very aware of how close you are. that's all i got for neow </3

a/n: i hope this is what you meant anon! i just typed this out quickly on tumblr instead of google docs so sorry if it's a bit effy.

[buddivorce]

rian johnson has managed to evade all common ethical problems in his screenwriting and i want everyone to know that the knives out mysteries are a perfect representation of how to write about a certain community respectfully AND simultaneously not make a big deal of how good you are at being a diverse writer.

in knives out and glass onion, both main characters are women who have been wronged by the other main character(s)—in marta's case, she experiences xenophobia from the thrombey's constantly; in andi's, she came up with a billion dollar idea which was stolen by a white man. when she took him to court for it, her entire friend group sided with this man; this directly affects helen after andi's death.

andi and marta's stories specifically represent real experiences for women who are minorities in america, but the stories are told without being too ham-fisted or obvious about it. these aren't stories about racism, xenophobia, and misogyny, they're stories involving racism, xenophobia, and misogyny, which i feel is something you don't often see. they're not triyng to prove a point by telling these stories, they're just stories being told—it's a difference that's hard to describe, but you know it when you see it. it's got less of a looking-into-the-camera-for-emphasis vibe.

alongside this, benoit was never a white/male savior to neither helen nor marta (respectively). he helped helen when she came to him about andi and he stood behind marta when he saw the tox report, but he never took over the case and they were never treated like damsels in distress. in the end, helen and marta took control of their own revenge and benoit nudged everyone else to the side while they did it. benoit is not the hero of these stories, helen and marta are.

this is good fucking writing!!!! i need film bros to be positively insufferable about rian johnson NEOW

edit 12/26/22: i've been told that ana de armas is a white latina. genuinely i did not know, she always looked brown to me and i haven't seen her in anything other than knives out, that's truly my bad. i've updated the post now to change the language about marta, other than that everything remains!