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THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) dir. george lucas
10k + the alien glasses
ah yes iced coffee, the most important meal of the day
something something who's the cute boy with the blue tshirt...
𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 — 𝒋𝒐𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘
summary — joe proposes to you
warnings — fem!reader, major fluff
note — joe is NOT bald in this, but when i saw he shaved his head i winced a little (i’m dramatic i know it’ll be fine)
𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋. you and joe were hosting your families for dinner, and you couldn’t be more excited. you loved when your families got together, eating dinner and laughing at all of the good memories.
joe was excited for the same reason, but there was another one that had kept him up the previous night.
“dad said he wanted to grill tonight, so if it’s alright with you, we let good ol’ dad grill,” you chirped as you slid a pumpkin pie into the oven. joe always requested pie at special occasions, sometimes he requested it on a normal tuesday. you always obliged; you thought it was adorable that joe’s favorite dessert was pumpkin pie.
“less cooking for us,” joe grinned. he was at the counter, leaning his forearms against the countertop. he watched you, observing how your cheeks were flushed with the heat coming from the oven, how your hair was tied up behind you. your eyes sparkled as you eyed him, a grin spreading across your lips.
“true, plus dad makes a killer steak,” you told him, putting a timer on the oven. you stepped away from the oven and walked up to joe, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind him.
“has your mom said anything?” you asked as you rested your chin on his shoulder.
“only that she’s bringing a side, though i told her not to,” he twisted his head to kiss your temple. as much as he loved having family over, hearing the laughter and seeing you smile, joe cherished moments like this where it was just the two of you. it was a kind of intimacy that while silent, spoke volumes.
“mama burrow will always bring a side, you know she misses cooking for you boys,” you hummed, and joe sighed in agreement. there were days he missed being with his mom, but he wouldn’t change anything. if he did, who knows if he’d have met you?
a knock at the door separated you two.
“hold on,” joe spoke as you parted to get the door. he softly grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, softly kissing your lips.
“what was that for?” you smiled, pulling away with a blush on your cheeks. even after three years, joe still could make you blush.
“just because,” he shrugged, a boyish smile making its way onto his face. you playfully rolled your eyes, pecking his lips again.
“alright, sweet boy,” you said, turning away from him to greet your guests.
—
dinner was done, dessert finished, and now both families were sitting outside on the patio, lights illuminating faces. you sat by joe, a glass of wine in your hands as you listened to a story your mom was telling.
“i’m telling you guys, this girl could fall asleep anywhere. i’ll never forget i came home from work one day to find 6 year old y/n sleeping in her father’s office chair. except she wasn’t sitting in it, no, the top half of her made it into the chair, legs didn’t. so she fell asleep only halfway on a desk chair,” your mom couldn’t contain her giggles as she recalled the memory.
“how did you not fall off?” robin asked you, blushes of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.
“that’s a fantastic question,” you laughed, as did everyone else.
“she can pretty much still fall asleep anywhere,” joe confirmed, which earned a playful eye roll and a shove from you.
stories continued to be shared, and as the evening came to a close, the ring box in joe’s pocket grew heavier by the second. he was beginning to get nervous. what if he said things wrong? what if, by some chance, you said no? you’ve seen each other through thick and thin, the good days and the bad days. why was he so nervous?
it was getting later, the soft colors of the sunset beginning to fade. you and joe bid farewell to your guests, but you didn’t hear what your father said to joe as he embraced him.
“she’s gonna say yes, joe,” your father gave him a wink before they all bid farewell for the evening, leaving the two of you alone. the little affirmation from your father helped joe’s nerves, but not enough to completely be rid of them.
“well, that was fun! i would say dad cooked an extra mean steak tonight,” you sighed as you took another sip of your wine.
“he definitely upped his steak game,” he agreed, but the more he stood there the crazier the nerves got. he felt like he was going to keel over, but at the same time, he was so excited. ever since he met you he wanted to marry you. he couldn’t see him spending forever with anyone else.
you finished your glass and got up to take it into the kitchen. joe softly grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him. a concerned but relaxed expression dawned on your face as you walked towards him.
“you alright?” you asked him, setting your wine glass down. you felt the warmth of his hands, how sweaty they were.
“i’ve never been better,” he hummed. underneath the lights, you glowed. your eyes sparkled, your skin was glowing, and of course you held a smile on your face. he ran the words over in his mind, hoping he made some sense. it shouldn’t matter, but it did to him.
“you look like you’re gonna pass out,” you commented, which earned a chuckle from joe.
“i’m not gonna pass out on you, promise,” he reassured you. he cleared his throat, and brought his hand out of yours to caress your face. you reached up and grabbed his hand, watching as his eyes sparkled.
“have i ever told you how much i love you?” his words were smooth and sweet. you felt your cheeks heat up, and for some reason, the butterflies awoke in your stomach.
“many times, joey,” you answered.
“y/n i…you’ve been by my side this entire time. with grace, with love, and with a forgiveness that sometimes i didn’t deserve. ever since i transferred from ohio state, you’ve been there. you told me that i shouldn’t give up on my dream to be a pro football player. you told me to prove them wrong,” he started, feeling his eyes start to burn with tears. he swore he wouldn’t cry, not now. he had to at least get down on one knee first.
you were silent. you watched him curiously, but something in your gut told you this wasn’t a normal speech. your breath was shaky with nerves as you watched him, trying not to get your hopes up too high.
“you stuck with me through lsu, through injury after injury. through everything, and i can’t repay any of that. you’ve been the safety i come home to, my biggest cheerleader, and the woman who’s been the glue to hold me together,” he continued, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.
you held onto his hand, which had dropped from your face, and rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb.
“with all of that being said,” he started, digging a shaky hand into his pocket and pulling out the box, “will you marry me?” he got down on one knee, opened the box and revealed the beautiful diamond ring he bought you.
your hands covered your mouth as tears escaped your eyes. you were speechless for a moment, mainly because of the words joey said and the intentionality behind them, but also because you didn’t see this coming. at all.
“joey i wouldn’t want to do anything else in this life,” you whispered, offering him your left hand, “so yes, i will marry you,” joe’s face ignited as you responded, sliding the ring over your ring finger. the second he did, you stood him up by the collar and kissed him, your hands cupping his face. your lips mingled together, every emotion and every ounce of adoration you had for each other pouring out of you. joe’s hands found their way to your face, cupping your cheeks as you firmly kissed him. it was a warm embrace, and even as you kissed him tears still streamed down both of your faces.
finally pulling away, you rested your forehead against his.
“i love you, so much, joseph burrow,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.
“i love you, future mrs. burrow,” he hummed as he dipped his head in for another kiss.
ok ok yes i have no idea what an engagement speech sounds like (or if that’s still a thing, some people just pop the question) so if these sound like vows IM SORRY
this specific moment is giving older brother trying to prevent younger brother from picking a fight he doesn’t really want to pick 😭
↳ Rhett Abbott's curls, a study
“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”
I NEED TO PUT HIM IN MY POCKET!!!! 🥺
He’s so fucking cute it makes me physically ill atp.
🍊 Joe burrow x body armour 🥭
power came back on and i was greeted by hugh jackman being the dilfest of dilfs with glasses AND THE SALT AND PEPPER BEARD MAKES A RETURNNNN
(live stream link is in his insta story, but it’s not working for me personally send help)
(EDIT: I HAD TWO OF THE SAME PHOTO PUT UP DONT PERCEIVE ME IM JUST GONNA DELETE THAT)
“Yes, sir.”
Bob Floyd x Reader
Summary: Bob is known to be the sweet and shy one of the Dagger Squat. Little do they know, as soon as he comes home to you, he sheds that persona—but only for you.
Content: 18+ smut, some fluff, a hungry Bob 😏
I feel like it’s canon that Bob fucks so let’s let him fuck us…for science 💗😇 Enjoy!!
Robert Floyd was many things. Shy? Yes. Quiet? Sure. But he was not one to leave his girl longing for anything. That’s why when you’d texted him, asking him to come home straight after work, he didn’t hesitate to make sure he did as soon as he was dismissed for the day.
“Baby on board!” Hangman calls out in the locker room. “Where are you going in a hurry?”
“Um, home?” He responds.
“I thought you were coming to Hard Deck with us,” Bradley says, poking his head from behind a locker door.
Fuck he said that didn’t he?
“Sorry,” he smiles. “Can we rain check?”
Hangman smiles, a knowing look practically shooting out of his eyes. “It’s your girl isn’t it?”
Bob only blushes, stammering, “Wh-why, well, umm…”
“Don’t worry,” Hangman smiles and winks at him. “My Darlin’ is the same way. You go get to her.”
Bob almost choked on his saliva, Bradley does it for him and causes Jake to turn around in surprise.
“What?!” Bradley asks when he’s calmed down.
“‘What’ what?” Jake asks back. “You didn’t know baby on board had a girl?”
“Nat told me about her but I thought she was pulling my leg,” Bradley responds.
Bob can hear Jake tell him something but that’s when he steps out of the locker room and heads toward the parking lot. Reaching his truck, Bob pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before starting his drive home.
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Pulling into the driveway of y'all's small home, Bob was anxious to get inside. From the text you'd send him about an hour ago, it sounded like you urgently needed him home after work.
Bounding for the front door, Bob swings it open expecting to see you in tears. However, he finds you seated on the kitchen island in nothing but a white lacy set of lingerie and matching stockings. On your feet are the heels you reserve when you're feeling extra fun.
Racking his brain, Bob tries to remember if there was something important happening today.
His birthday isn't for another few months, yours already passed...an anniversary?
You chuckle, watching your boyfriend try to think of what could've prompted this look.
"Are you gonna mull over what why I'm dressed like this, or are you gonna come over here and kiss me?" you ask, a smirk on your lips.
Bob nods, dropping his bag at the entryway before closing and locking the front door and practically running to kiss you.
"Hi, baby," he murmurs against your lips.
"Hi, Bobby," you respond, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.
He pulls away to take you in, admiring the way the flimsy fabric sits on your body.
Bob's navy eyes darken, turning almost midnight blue with lust and desire. "You did this for me?"
You nod, biting your lip and smiling.
Bob's eyes practically undress you as they roam down your body. He licks his thin lips before smiling and taking his glasses off, hooking them on the neckline of his shirt. You watch as he drops to his knee before you, a smirk appearing and face transforming to the alter ego Bob takes on when he fucks you.
"Are my dinner tonight?" he asks, voice deep and gravely. When you nod, he clicks his tongue. "You know I like when you use your words, Princess."
You hold in your smile before finally speaking. "Yes, I'm dinner for tonight. Unless you want something, then I can—”
Bob stops you, kissing the top of your thighs before opening them and kissing from the inside of your knee toward your pulsing core.
"What was that?" he asks between kisses.
"Nothing," you sigh, watching as his eyes slowly raise to meet your own.
He pulls you closer to him, smiling when you yelp at the motion. He resumes kissing up your other thigh until he reaches the thin fabric of your lacy thong.
The sensation of his breathing on top of your pulsing clit makes you whimper, causing Bob to chuckle against you. A chill runs down your spine when he kisses you over the fabric.
"Lift your hips," Bob orders.
When you do, he pulls the thong down, bringing the stockings down with before slowly pulling your heels off and peeling the rest of the thong and stockings off. He throws them to the side, smiling down at your cunt before squinting and pulling his glasses on.
"Keep them on," you tell him.
"They look dorky," he laughs.
"And I like how dorky you look in them," you smile.
Bob's eyes darken behind those circular lenses before he lowers himself back to your core and kisses your clit.
Warmth and electricity ignite from that spot, up your stomach, and then back down your legs. When he licks you from the bottom of your entrance to the tip of your clit, you moan his name.
“Fuck, Bobby,” you say, back arching a bit off the counter.
Bob chuckles, sending vibrations to your clit where his mouth is lightly sucking.
Another thing about Bob…he was a ravenous pussy eater. Once he starts, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking mess under him.
Moving his mouth, Bob laps your entrance, fucking you with his tongue and moaning at the taste of you. His nose continues where his tongue once was, nudging and flicking your clit as he eats you out.
Your hands fly to his hair, pulling lightly and gently moving his face back and forth, hips grinding into him.
You were so close, you could feel the wave or orgasms crashing into the lower part of your belly and you were desperate to let it go.
“Bobby!” You exclaim. “I’m so fucking close! Oh my god!”
Bob continues his licking, the tip of his dick pressing into his pants at the sounds of your unraveling. He smiles into your pussy when you finally come, sweet and tang coating his lips and tongue.
He only stops when you pull his head away from you.
Standing, Bob grabs the back of your neck before kissing you deeply. The taste of you still on his tongue making you smile and immediately feel that pulsing between your legs again.
“Stand up, baby,” he says, voice gruff and sending shivers down your body.
“Yes, Lieutenant,” you smile.
Bob’s hand slapping your ass as he turns you around makes you giggle in delight. You knew exactly what you were doing. You only call him Lieutenant when you were feeling extra and right now…you were feeling it.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He growls against your ear.
“Yes, sir,” you mutter.
He slaps your ass again, a yelp of delight coming from your lips.
“Louder,” he orders.
“Yes, sir!” You cry out.
Bob squats down, spreading your ass before licking your cunt and up your ass.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out.
Bob kisses up your back, one hand on your waist and the other undoing his pants. He lets you go to pull his pants clean down and stepping out of the pile.
His erect dick presses into your bum, making you moan and grind against it. Stopping you, Bob grabs your neck, kissing harshly.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” He moans in your ear. “That outfit gets me so fucking hard.”
“I feel it, sir,” you tell him.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?” He asks, nibbling on the sensitive spot on your neck.
“Yes,” you breathe.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir!”
Bob lines himself to your entrance, careful to angle himself to a position that’s comfortable for you before starting to thrust into you.
You’re tight. Almost too tight, Bob has to think of something else to keep from coming inside you at that second.
As he thrusts, you clench around him, walls wet and soft around him—making him speed his pace and mutter a fuck.
He can feel just how deep he is, and he can’t help but pound into you harder. The thought of being able to get himself completely in your cunt makes his head swim in lustful damnation.
He pulls out, spinning you around before lifting you in his arms.
“What’re you do—”
You don’t have time to finish what you were going to say because Bob is sinking you down onto his cock, gliding you up and down as he bucks up into you.
“Oh my god,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.
“No,” he growls. “Open your eyes when I fuck you.”
You obey, eyes locking on his navy ones and mouth forming an ‘o’.
He smiles at you before moaning. “You look so pretty taking my cock in the air.”
You moan in response, unable to form words. He walks you to a wall, pressing your back into it and speeding his pace again.
“Fuck baby,” he mutters, eyes still on you. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Come on my face,” you tell him.
“Come on my face, sir.” He corrects.
You smile. “Come on my face, daddy.”
Holy shit. Bob was gonna combust right inside you if you keep looking at him like that.
Pulling himself out of you and setting you in the floor gently, Bob watches as you get you to knees, mouth open and eyes still on his.
Pumping the last bit of orgasm to the tip, he spills all over your face with a groan.
He watches as you use your fingers to push his come into your mouth, making a show to swallow before opening your mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells you, grabbing your hair and kissing you deeply.
“I love you,” you tell him when he pulls away.
“I love you more, Princess.” He tells you, helping you to your feet before sweeping his arms under your legs and carrying you to y’all’s room. “Now, let’s shower so we can go for a round two.”
Wheeeew…something’s crying between my legs. What..?
Tag: @sweetwhispersofchaos @ginghampearlsnsweettea @caystar13star @shinycupcakebaker @sunsetsimpsblog
gonna shave every part of my body before seeing Speak No Evil incase james mcavoy hops out of the screen and decides he wants some
Wade expresses his insecurities in ways that are completely incomprehensible to Logan. He says, "My face card always declines, but womp womp," and Logan takes another sip because he wants to comfort Wade, but what the fuck does that mean
my type is mentally unstable brunette and im honest about that.
I would never slut shame, I only slut encourage
Scenic Supernatural Season 1
