#Daniel caesar

[ashlovesfood]

You Make Me Wanna Come In A Good Way.

Tags: Cute restaurant date, pampering, spoiling, money money money, teasing, pet names, love hotel, face sitting, squirting, Bruce eats you out like no tomorrow, your pleasure first before his, black lingerie, clit stimulation, nipple rubbing, riding his nose, LOVE.

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Y’know when you get that sickly feral need to just go to town on someone? Well, it’s happening to Bruce.

Today was special, he was going to surprise you with so many damn gifts it would make your head spin. The day called for pampering and shopping, along with a nice dinner date for the two of you, super cute right? Time flowed by like water, gleaming sunlight that warmed your skin turned into the frigid chill of the night. Stars were gleaming through the black cloak, like little dots that told a story every night. Bruce’s manor showed every single detail of Gotham, one of your favorite parts of the house.

“Doll are you finished?” He appeared at the door frame, looking to see if you were done getting ready. Oh, you looked so fucking beautiful to Bruce, he couldn’t stop staring at your face. “Hmm? Oh B! ‘M almost finished just oneeee seconddd..” You clasped the back of your earrings on your earlobe, the sparkly crystals dangling made the light shine on them. Your gaze looked up at him, smiling at how he put the time in to get ready. Bruce had already spoiled you with a cute necklace, the back of the piece being engraved with ‘Wayne’ to show you were his. “Brucey? Your staringgg..” He zoned back into reality, smiling at your beautiful appearance. The dress he chose for you fit you perfectly, the backless design was suited for you, and the deep neckline? Basically all dolled up for him to eat..

“Let’s go love. I’ll grab your bag, okay?” You nodded, spraying perfume on your pulse points before checking the mirror once more. Bruce was starting the engine of his black mercedes, the loud rev telling reminding you to get in the car. Your high heels clacked against the floorboards of the manor, rushing towards the car in the front. He was patiently waiting for you on the passengers side, smiling as he saw you come out. You were about to open the door yourself but Bruce interrupted you. “Please, allow me.” He opened the door, letting you slide into the car while he closed your side.

He slipped into the driver's side, placing his hands onto the wheel. “Are you ready for tonight, handsome?” You smirked, rubbing your hand on his thigh, slightly teasing him. He tensed at the sudden contact, a small fire being lit inside his stomach, his mind taking a mental note. Bruce’s hand slid down to yours as he drove, mindlessly rubbing circles on the back of your hand while he drove, focusing on the road. A soft playlist you made for nights like these was playing, the song ‘Rearrange My World’ by Daniel Caesar coming on. You hummed the lyrics while admiring the streets of Gotham, how it wasn’t the best city but had its moments where everything was peaceful and okay made it special to you. Tonight was so serene, maybe it could’ve been like this all the time .

“Bun we’re here.” Bruce tapped your palm, looking at your face when you realized. A cute shocked expression made him smile, he took you to your favorite restaurant. Coffee and Champagne was a special restaurant that laid in your heart, you went there on special occasions with family or friends, but recently your time was occupied with life. “Bruce! I, oh my gosh this brings back so many memories..” You got out of the car, letting the sudden flood of memories come right back into your mind as you stared at the building. “Hope you enjoy it m’love, wanted to make this extra special for you.” He grabbed your hand, leading you into the entrance.

The employee smiled at both of you, guiding you towards a table under the light. You both sat down, having a conversation about what to order, but then a small fire in Bruce’s stomach grew. Your heel was rubbing his calf, the fabric stopping you from teasing his skin. He gave you a serious look before returning to the waiter, giving your orders. They walked away, making you slide your foot onto his thigh, the flames blazing higher and higher . He grabbed your ankle, stopping you from rubbing him when the waiter arrived with your food. “ Watch. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for it, sweets…” Your face flushed with heat, his words being sent straight down to your cunt, the arousal dampening your panties. You sipped on the champagne that Bruce bought for the both of you, sending him a dangerous look before continuing on with your meal. He finished his meal, calling the waiter over for the check. Your dish was nearly finished, your stomach being full from the food. “I can’t wait to see what you do tonight, ‘m just itching to know..”

That was his last moment before the flames burned inside him, he placed a hefty stack of bills on the check and dragged you out of there, walking towards the love hotel near the corner.

You struggled to keep up with his pace, so he picked you up bridal style , walking into the hotel. “Hi. Can I get your most expensive room please?” You grabbed his wallet, placing a couple hundred bucks on the counter, watching as the worker eagerly took it and handed him a key. Bruce practically ran to the room, giving you the key to unlock the door.

He closed it with his body, shifting your legs around his waist so he could kiss you. “Mmph.. Fuck. Dirty little thing teasing me like that in the restaurant? Oh just watch..” Bruce walked towards the bed , sitting on the edge while holding you in his arms, a sloppy make out session happening between you two . He laid down onto the mattress, your thighs locking around his torso, holding onto his inky black locks. You broke the kiss, panting to grasp a deep breath for your lungs.

“ Sit on m’ face doll..” He gripped your hips, squishing your body through the fabric of your dress. You gasped when Bruce practically tore your dress into shreds, revealing the cute floral black set you wore underneath to surprise him. If he wasn’t hard before, he is now. Bruce slapped your ass cheek, making you jolt forward near his face. “Bruce! I- I don’t wanna suffocate you..” You hid behind your hand, covering your embarrassment with your palm. “Baby. I can assure you, you're not going to kill me this way. Even if you did, that’s the best way to kill me.” He reassured you, gently rubbing your skin to soothe your mood. You took a lot of courage to move, but eventually did so. It was a sight to behold, the scene of your sex about to sit on top of his face was something that burned into his memory forever. You nervously hovered over his face, unsure if you really wanted to sit on it. “But Brucey..” You looked down into his eyes, watching as his pupils dilated, looking like giant hearts in an azure sea. He grabbed the fleshy globes of your ass, pulling you down to sit.

You screamed, feeling the wet muscle suck on your little bundle of nerves, his teeth grazing your soaked folds. Your juice dripped down into his mouth like a fountain, the liquid that cured his parched mouth. “Mmnghh..!!” He growled into your little hole, prodding at the ring of muscle with his tongue. Bruce’s taste buds were beautifully blessed by you, your whole body was a meal to him.

The first orgasm of the night ripped you into pieces, euphoria shining through mending it all back together. His hands groped your flesh, feeling you up and down as he rubbed the underside of your boobs. His fingers danced on the tips of your nipples, one hand grounding into your meaty thigh to balance your body. “Bruce! Oh fuck..! ‘Mcumminggg-!” You squirted right into his mouth, the juices of your slick and cum quenched his thirst, Bruce feeling himself leaking in his pants. Your thighs clenched his head tightly while you rode on his face, the bridge of his nose helping you stimulate your clit, jolts of pleasure riding through your body. Bruce sucked and licked on your poor cunt so much, the noises in the room were probably heard from other rooms. You got off his face, lying next to him while you tried to recover. “You taste better than anything in the world angel. Hope tonight was special enough for you, I love you to the moon and back.”

A/N Think i’m gonna release my intro post sooonnnn (✿◠‿◠)

[usosgirl]

i adore music so much omfg

[soulrepertoire]

[real-cole-world]

artists for aid presented by Mustafa The Poet 🇵🇸🇸🇩

Pictures by Ciesay

[nokiadelic]

[biggunblazer]

been on roblox drawing people’s requested artists..

[luvrrszn]

｡꩜°‧⭑.ᐟ freudian

"freudian" is a series based off of daniel caesar's album freudian, and it is a collection of fics and ficlets, and can be read as standalones as they are not correlated :]

⋆˚꩜｡ get you

summer boyfriend!rafe | he's trouble—and you know it. but somehow you always find your way back to each other. and this time, for good.

⋆˚꩜｡ best part

neighbour!rafe | you'd seen his life through his kitchen window for months. but you'd never thought you'd get to be a part of it.

⋆˚꩜｡ hold me down

fwb!rafe | he always keeps you at arm's length—but the way he looks at you across a crowded room? that's love.

⋆˚꩜｡ neu roses (transgressor's song)

asshole!rafe | trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair.

⋆˚꩜｡ loose

brother's bsf!rafe | you doubt what you mean to him. and well, he can't have that happening.

⋆˚꩜｡ we find love

ex!rafe | right person, wrong time?

⋆˚꩜｡ blessed

ex!rafe | he's back—older, wiser—and he's ready to try again.

⋆˚꩜｡ take me away

secret bf!rafe | you find your freedom in the person you least expect.

⋆˚꩜｡ transform

bsf!rafe | best friends to lovers—slowly, carefully, then all at once.

⋆˚꩜｡ freudian

bf!rafe | the subtle ways in which he shows you he loves you.

this series is inspired by @rafesangelita ! saw her series for ldr's honeymoon and decided to do my own for dc's freudian heh...she's amazing go check out her writing!

p.s. the fic contents might not embody the full meaning of the songs, it's just what i think of while writing!

[im2silly]

There will always be space for you and me right where you left it

Daniel Caesar

[gl-saveme]

Don’t go anywhere.

I don’t want things to change, I pray they stay the same Always 🤍

[thechatsmeouch]

i’m on a fucking roll oh my god

SUPERPOSITION (daniel caesar) JAYCE VIKTOR EDIT HMGNC

IF I SHOULD DIE BEFORE I WAKE

OH PLEASE DO NOT RESUSCITATE

i’m TWEKIBG

[soulrepertoire]

let’s go back

[sumiiiiiko]

If you love me, baby, let me hear you say it

I know I'm your favorite

[mcpirita]

Pierre Paulin’s Dune Sofa is made for living

A couple of years ago, Frank Ocean posted a selfie of himself laid out on a huge diamond-latticed sofa—electric blue, with peaks and valleys. The couch called the Dune, was conceptualized by the late interior designer @paulinpaulinpaulin in the early 1970s and is today considered a masterpiece.

In an interview before his passing in 2009, Paulin shared that the concepts failure to go into production was his biggest regret, as he believed it may have changed furniture norms and types. It wasn’t until 2014 that the couch was brought to life—with help from Louis Vuitton—as part of a stewardship initiative called the Pierre Paulin Program, formed by the designer’s family to revive his old works.

PPP produces just a handful of Dunes a year with every new model made to Paulin’s original, exacting specifications. “They’re handmade on-demand by artisans in the south of France,” says Paulin’s son, Benjamin who now keeps his fathers vision alive. “It’s a very small production, it’s complicated to make, it’s not made to be industrialised. We work a bit like a gallery and I can honestly say that I know everyone who owns a Dune.”

Each of the modules in Paulin's Dune collection cost around €4000. Once you have a set, there are various ways you can arrange the modular pieces together. Some iterations are ideal for entertaining, like one with a table surface nestled between two raised mounds. Benjamin says the best set-up is 25 units as he has displayed in his own home, which also doubles as the PPP showroom. “You can be 1-10 people sitting here, whether it’s with the kids reading books or enjoying as a movie room.”

Paulin says his father’s intention was to change the world by producing furniture that could bring joy to people’s lives and create happy moments together. “He just wanted people to be comfortable, secure, and happy to just live in his designs.” Today, the Dune continues to make good times nearly 60 years on. “My father was in his 30s when he created these pieces, so it’s amazing to see people the same age today having an immediate understanding of the piece.”

[monsieurharlemboy]

Daniel Caesar.