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gmorninnnnn💭 @vunque_official #wmuse (at Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpf3OINODx6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Send me a ❤️ for my favorite FCs
Michael B Jordan, Brandon Mychal Smith, Keith Powers.
❅ + bradrian
SEND ME ❅ + A SHIP FOR THE AESTHETICS AND FEELINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM
BRYCE&ADRIAN; YOU KEEP ME SAFE I KEEP YOU WILD - a song that you hum under your breath. a classic fairy tale with a wicked twist. the laughter that escapes when a lover’s chasing you up the stairs. the few seconds of silence when it’s pouring rain and you drive under a bridge. the smell of pancakes in the morning. walking around barefoot and feeling the cool tiles with every step. lunch in a meadow surrounded by wild flowers. a photo of the clouds and mountain peaks taken from a plane. thunderstorms. blowing and catching kisses. new york fire escapes. when the sun falls and the sky looks like its on fire. the realization that there are things you’ll never have. the sound of a subway zooming to its next stop. cotton candy. the feeling of moving into a brand new apartment. the anticipation of a first kiss. patching up a bruised knee. biking through the park. the feeling of finally getting something right after countless tries. lazy nights and movie marathons. the giggle at a funeral. the feeling of a weight being lifted off your shoulders. the butterflies floating around in your stomach after a kiss. the way it looks after the first snow fall. wearing a warm flannel to bed with nothing else. sitting outside a cafe and people watching. a lover tucking your hair behind your ear. lucky charms and finally finding what you’ve been looking for. walking through a park at sunset with live jazz music playing. waking up in the middle of the night. vintage book shops and alien talk at 4 in the morning. coming up for air after jumping into the ocean. highlighting your favorite quotes in a book. the creases in a letter that you’ve folded and unfolded dozens of times. eating at a food truck parked outside of a 5 star restaurant. deja vu. a sugar cube melting on the tip of your tongue. singing along to the radio. the smile you make when a good memory flutters into your thoughts while you’re stuck in traffic. a blissful feeling.
Undress for Masrian pls n thnk
Send me a “Undress” and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching the other get naked
“These rules make absolutely no sense, you know that, right?” His usual southern drawl was coated with a slight slur, an impish smirk sat layered and barely hidden by his boyish grin that caused chiseled features to shift upwards in fluidity. His orbs met hers, with a small shake of his head, lingering on her green hues for a few moments before his hands finally reached behind him and in one swift motion, pulled off his thin t-shirt.
“Few rules makes sense when you think about it.” She countered, nimble hands shuffling the deck before plucking a card out and placing it on the table. “Strip.” A smirk slithered onto painted lips as the male across from her playfully rolled his eyes and undid the button of his jeans, tugging them off and blindly throwing it with the rest of the clothes that scattered the room. Nearly all his clothing littered the ground - save a pair of calvin klein boxers. There was only one article that belonged to the blonde who had conjured up the game out of thin air after a few glasses of red wine. She now sat comfortably in a satin slip - sans panties.
“It’s totally a fair game.” She said as she shuffled the deck once again, voicing her opinion before he could counter anything else “I mean, considering I was only wearing two articles of clothing.” She offered him a small shrug, the smirk still resting comfortably on porcelain features as she sifted through the cards before plucking one out, “a king of hearts and a queen of diamonds. Those are my chosen stripping cards; every other one is for you.” The words that tumbled from her lips came to a stand still as she flipped the card over - a king of hearts.
She placed the card on the table, putting the rest of the deck down, head slowly lifting in bemusement to look at him. She had lost. Adrian watched his plump lips tug into a smug smirk, his tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek, causing it to jut out. The boy’s eyebrows lifted expectantly, as if challenging her. And without another thought or pause, she stood up, toes sinking into the lush carpet as she pranced the two steps that separated them, “care to do the honors?” She all but purred, her own brows lifting in question as she hovered above him.
His long dark lashes met the edge of his brow bone as his gaze lifted to her and she could see the desire beginning to pool in his irises. His body brushed against hers as he stood up, erasing any traces of personal space between them. “Turn around.” The words were rough and raw, a stark contrast to the usual gentle southern drawl that had charmed her in the beginning. Cosmic hues held his gaze for a fraction of a second, before doing exactly as she was told, but not before making sure to graze what was hidden behind the only piece of clothing he was currently adorning.
She could practically her his teeth grit together, which coaxed the most sinful of smirks to curve back onto her features. The was no fumbling as he slowly tugged the silver metal down in one fluid motion. Admittedly, he had surprised her in the beginning. She hadn’t expected the confidence that appeared whenever they decided to tuck themselves away from the world and sneak into the shadows to commit acts that remained hidden from prying eyes aside from the few sounds that couldn’t be contained. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his lips graze a bare shoulder blade as her dress pooled to the floor, leaving her completely exposed to him. She knew these few short moments would be the most innocent acts of the night as calloused hands ran down a lithe frame, gently, softly, as if he was merely building up the electricity between them and as they reached her hips a spark formed and that’s all it took for fire to surround them. His grip tightened as he spun her to face him. She watched, eyes darkening as he removed the flimsy piece of cotton that covered him. She didn’t linger on the sight long as he reached for her again, without another word, picking her up and pressing her against the nearest wall. And with every kiss that pressed into her neck the outside world disappeared; every article of clothing that was left abandoned on the marble floor, their half-empty flutes and a game that made absolutely no sense - it all faded away as the pair quickly began getting lost in each other.