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Calcharo sticker gifs (Volume 5) from the WuWa Discord

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lessing is so fucking funny. stone faced knight who will shrug off any verbal abuse and do whatever chores you give him no matter how ridiculous and keeps both his sword and body permanently wrapped in bondage because he's a masochist freak and pain helps him relax and focus but when you touch him out of nowhere he's like "you think this is a normal way to treat people? don't blame me when i beat your fucking ass if you try that again" and his signature move is unhand me wench

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He’s lucky I look forward to him bullying me!

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Cookeina speciosa

(Wine glass mushroom) 🍷

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summertime

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" Is something wrong, Pen? Between us, I mean. "

BRIDGERTON: Out of the Shadows (S03E01)

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The rat just wants to make some friends

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Synopsis: Takes place between the scene switch in Zayne’s Heart String Healer tender moment. Zayne x Reader

Rated: Somewhat smutty & highly playful.

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The students have yet to leave.

Their litany of hopeful outcomes with the esteemed Doctor Zayne fill the charged silence you flounder in.

You back away until Zayne’s face is no longer a smear of color, but a properly smoldering face.

Attempting to cool the mingling flames, you say, “well doctor Zanye, aren’t you curious how it tastes?”

He smirks, small by most standards, lips uneven under the crook of his nose. “Will Physician Quack tattle of I say no?”

You scoff. “I may be a quack, but even I know about patient confidentiality.”

Ah,” Zayne hums into your scalp, lips a sudden burst of affection. “Then I trust your professionalism during my appointment.”

Large hands guide skilled fingers to ease under your shirt and tease your bare sides.

“You trust too easily.” Your voice is a shaky breath, the stethoscope clattering to your lap, then to the floor.

Stiffening as the chatter outside hushes, you become more aware of where you are and what you’re doing just a door away from Zayne’s adoring public.

“No,” Zayne whispers against your brow, a blur once more, “I’m quite cautious. I cannot let you leave without signing a confidentiality agreement, for example.”

A sweet line of kisses trailed down your brow, then cheek. “With what pen,” you gasp as the gentle pressure circling your back catches at your bra strap, deft fingers unclasping without struggle as the students giggle by the door.

Your heart beats beyond the pace Zayne’s had moments before, embarrassed yet unable to flee from such a willing patient.

“How heartless, Doctor Quack. Shouldn’t you care for your ailing patient first?”

Zayne slides you fully into his lap, the cups of your bra loose and pressing against his chest.

“You seem rather lively,” you whisper. “I’ll check your temperature to make sure, though.”

Teasing and light, you rock above him, enjoying the hard line of his desire growing hotter underneath you.

You repeat the movement when he attempts to respond and he presses you firm and still. Despite his enflamed stare, Zayne’s tone is as light as yours , “then by all means, doctor.”

“Hmm,” you say, emphasizing your false pondering with a tapping finger to the chin. “I need a thermometer.”

Soon you’re brushing the seam of his lips and he obliges, allowing you to angle his chin up for a better look at his open mouth.

“Shall I suggest a suitable improvisation,” Zayne says, tongue darting to wet your thumb. “From one doctor to another?”

With a shake of your head you pinch his bottom lip. “No need. I already have the perfect substitute.”

Your mouth melts against his, flame against flame, tongue sweeping underneath his to take in the damp heat.

Of their own accord, your hips grind down once more, this time harsh and needy. You end the temperature check with a nibble to Zayne’s bottom lip.

The flickering hazel of his eyes and flush creeping down his neck illicit a fierce shiver down your back.

Or perhaps it’s the tickle of his fingers sweeping your spine, separating to grab hold of your hips once more.

“Well? Will I live, in your horribly unprofessional opinion?”

Cradling Zayne’s face, kissing the bridge of his nose, and relaxing as the conversation outside fans away and fades, you smile.

“It’s pretty dire,” you say. “We’ll have to take immediate action.”

“So that’s your prognosis.”

With patient precision, his belt comes undone under your touch. Then the buttons of his shirt. You rip the topmost button with a mischievous flourish.

“How do you feel about hospital gowns, Doctor Zayne?”

His pant is shallow and sharp as you take the firm weight of his desire into one hand, stroking up with a firm grip.

“Your bedside manner is improving, but I’m still wary.”

Wrist twisting as your stroke again, you tsk, “don’t be scared. This is the treatment plan you suggested, remember?”

Zayne’s answer is to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your thighs after helping to lift your hips.

“Then you won’t mind if I help myself to something sweet, since you’re forcing the patient to treat himself.”

Your back is against Zayne’s desk, jeans stuck around your calves as he ducks between them, nibbling down your thighs.

Flame to flame, indeed.

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EVERY TIME

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"i don't like rap" "i don't like country" "i don't like jazz" "i don't like disco" OPEN YR EARS & YR HEART!!!! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!!!

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how the boys saved mc's contact on their phones

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"I'm apparently harsh and cruel?"

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it's actually really embarrassing how you're trying to flee my haunted castle right now

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Can’t believe I got him to 60 Affinity FINALLY !

Once he gets his second Myth its over for everyone including myself.

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Bug in a Ball Sticker // vampirevalentineshop

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The birthday moments with all the guys were so cute, but Xavier reigned supreme with his after post. It’s so cute 😭