#‧₊˚✩彡 ( threads )

[trafficlife]

if joel could, he'd make a deal with god and get him to swap his and jimmy's places.

and he did try to make that deal, but god wouldn't accept it.

[gladesglo]

I doodled frogdad & his adopted , angry adult fly son.

[battlexworned]

* i was gonna make a post to say that I’ll be active real soon then all of a sudden i see a fuckin clown on my dash

[idyllicserendipity]

Tag drop~

[wanderlcst-princxss]

continued from [ here ] // @scarletooyoroi

She feels dizzy.

Lumine had gone through post-battle rituals as best she could on her own, but the deep ache of her muscles were like lead in her limbs. It had been enough to just drag herself back to the teapot without collapsing. Thoma's worries and fretting were a warmth that had begun to thaw the ice of her dazed state, but she was still just going through the motions.

It isn't until the sting of potions and palms are being applied that the blurry haze begins to sharpen, everything falling back into place slowly but surely. She picks at the fabric of her gloves– she had refused to take them off– and breathes in long and slow.

Thoma's words cut through the silence, yet it still takes an embarrassing amount of time for Lumine to process the words.

"I did," she says. It's an attempt at reassurance at best, the words feeling hollow as they seep into the open air.

..At least she isn't worried about passing out anymore.

[metamorphxxhero]

At this hour, the dorms were a quiet place. Most students were asleep, well into it in fact, and those who were awake were likely lingering on the edge of slumber. A usually peaceful time…

A thump was sounded off from Hiro’s room. Quiet pleas, slurred with sleep, a groan and a whimper here and there. Another thumb, this time followed by a shattering glass and a frightened yelp from Hiro.

“No, stop!” He gasped, shooting up to sit and hold his arms in front of him. His arms were heavily plated with scales, interspersed with sharpened quills. His heart raced and those golden eyes were blurry with tears. Only after a moment did he realize there was nothing there. Nothing hurting him.

There was another beat of silence before Hiro couldn’t help himself. As best he could with his scales and quills, Hiro curled up where he sat, crying into the quiet of his room. Too dark, too quiet, too alone…

[spectralhunter]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓, takumi  secured  both  menus    &   begun  to  order  their  afternoon  lunch  like  a  king.  min-jun  was  left  with  empty  hands  in  turn,  his  unspoken  words  still  hanging  at  the  edge  of  his  lips,  gazing  at  the  boy  with  that  dark,  impenetrable  look  until  the  moment  where  their  waitress  finally  wrote  everything  down    &   left.    &   ‘twas  rather  surprising,  to  say  at  least,  for  it’s  been  almost  ten  years  since  he’d  become  a  serial  killer,  almost  ten  years  since  he’d  kill  anyone  bold  enough  to yank  the  knife  from  his  hands  but  now,  just  watching  takumi  smile,  min-jun  feels  as  though  he  doesn’t  mind;     like  he’s  found  a  new  place  to  belong,  a  most  warm,  loving  home  that  isn’t  at  all  superficial.

      ❝     … . .     ❞

slowly  looking  down,  the  young  serial  killer  reminisces  one  last  time  about  stolen  authority  before  proceeding  to  take  off  the  hood  as  well  as  the  jacket,  letting  it  hang  off  the  chair  like  a  dark  veil.  the  leather  suspenders  no  longer  hidden  but  fully  visible,  much  like  the  butterfly-knife  they  blatantly  uphold. min-jun  doesn’t  care  at  all  to  hide  it.  in  fact,  he  most  casually  crosses  a  leg  over  the  other   &  places  both  hands  on  the  upper  knee  with  all  black-nailed  fingers  laced  together,  being  completely,  utterly  relaxed.  after  all,  takumi  just  made  a  silent  promise   &  trust  isn’t  something  you  should  simply  speak  of  but show,  very  much  the  way  he  is  now,  ever  so  gently  rubbing  own  leg  against  the  other,  revealing  a  ghost  of  a  playful  smile.

There  lies  a  certain  unseen  unique  beauty  between  them.  Its  fragile  nature  is  upkept  by  acceptance,  compassion,  and  an  indescribable  ignorance  from  Takumi’s  desire  to  accept  Envy;  on  the  reflection  of  his  eyes,  Envy’s  presence  was  beautiful,  and  such  beauty  could  only  be  understood  by  the  beholder.  In  his  own  sense  of  understanding,  Takumi  granted  a  boyish  smile.  He  was  contempt  by  being  given  an  opportunity  to  show  Envy  that  a  date  could  be  enjoyed  in  peace,  especially  when  in  the  company   of  someone  he  could  trust.

❝  Let’s  see  what  we’re  getting.  Hmmm. . .   ❞  Reminiscing  over  the  pleasant  sensation  of  their  legs  touching,  our  investigator  remained  fairly  composed.  His  eyes  carefully  trailed  over  each  printed  selection  on  the  menu,  ‘till  a  mouth  watering  option  came  to  view:  ‘ House  Special,  a  combination  of  steak  and  fries ‘. A robust  dish,  perhaps  far  too  robust  for  someone  such  as  Envy?  Oh,  what  did  it  matter.  Takumi  was  in  control,  and this was going to be their choice.

His  enamoured  eyes  glanced  once  anew  into  Envy’s  own,  rekindling  that  profound  interest  they  quietly  shared.   ❝  Just  trust  me,  okay?  It’s  a  great  dish,  and  I’ve  eaten  here  a  few  times  before.  ❞  No  answer  needed,  just  that  sweet  silent  reciprocation  from  their  visual  bond.

Eventually  the  waitress  came,  shared  a  greeting  and  took  their  booking.  Thankfully  nothing  too  obstructive  in  terms  of  disturbing  their  little  date.  Takumi  placed  an  open  palm  on  top  of  the  table,  its  inward  surface  facing  up,  as  if  tempting  Envy  to  place  his  own  on  it.     ❝  About  time  you’ve  lived  a  little,  huh?  And  eat  slowly,  I  don’t  want  you  dying  on  me  from  laziness,  we  still  got  places  to  go  after!  ❞  Wanted  or  not,  Envy  was  now  bound  to  enjoy  the  small  pleasures  of  life.

@s-talking

[idyllicbby]

KEEP 🕺🏾 YO 🕺🏾 HANDS 🕺🏾 OFF 🕺🏾THAT 🕺🏾 BAHBEY! 🕺🏾 KEEP 🕺🏾 YO 🕺🏾 HANDS 🕺🏾 OFF 🕺🏾 THAT 🕺🏾 CHILE!

[the-travelling-witch]

holly how are you doing today/tonight?

[xinganhao]

🥈 svt vs. reader's bad boyfriend.

anon → "could you do a post with one of the members getting after yn's bf because he thinks he's not treating her well enough?"

⌗ ┆i have a terrible feeling i might've misunderstood this req,, so please forgive me if i did lol ꒰ ꒡⌓꒡꒱

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: reader has a bad boyfriend, hurt/comfort, [light] angst, crack, cussing, [short] headcanons under the cut.

🥈 headcanons .ᐟ

— "break up with him now" ✩ junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, minghao, vernon.

ah, yes. the trope of someone who will immediately insist that breaking up is the solution, although, in this case, it's completely warranted. soonyoung and minghao are the most vocal about you ending your relationship, but in their own little ways. for his part, soonyoung's a little annoying about it— you'll barely have explained your current predicament and he's already whining, "just break things off with him!" minghao, meanwhile, actually listens, but his expressions and consequent advice are brutal. he's always been no-bullshit when it comes to life, and so when he hears about all the things your boyfriend is doing/has done? he's actively advocating for you to get up and go. junhui's the type to take it out on your boyfriend. he's constantly threatening bodily harm and various other minor crimes against the poor guy, even though he doesn't really ever act on it. he is extra cold when he's in the other man's presence, to the point that your boyfriend may be under the impression that junhui hates him. (spoiler alert! jun does!) wonwoo isn't always vocal about his distaste; he's a little more backhanded/passive-aggressive about it. he's more of an actions guy, through and through. picking up the slack here and there to show you that your boyfriend is a dick for not doing things that your friends can. vernon also struggles a bit to get the right words out, so he just... says it as it is. he may look like he's packaging his advice as a joke, but he's 100% sincere when he sends you breakup playlists and reddit threads about ending things with your significant other. that's just his way of communicating it, really.

— "but are you okay?" ✩ seungcheol, joshua, mingyu, jihoon, seokmin, seungkwan.

for the most part, all the boys are the 'just-end-your-relationship-please' type, but there's also some who rely more on expression of concern. take mingyu, for example, whose chief endeavor will be to cheer you up. he'll leave sweet nothings and encouraging notes in hopes of lifting your mood; his eyes, constantly peeled to see how you're faring. you can rant in to the wee hours of the morning, and both seungkwan and joshua will listen. they'll let you tell the same old stories again and again; even if they half-joke that you just never listen to them, they're still there as a shoulder to cry on. seungkwan is more likely to give advice, while joshua's strength lies in non-judgmental indulgence. seokmin will make it his life's mission to distract you from the issue at hand. a movie night? a trip to an obscure café? if it will improve your mood in any way, shape, or form, he's already halfway there. he won't even mention your boyfriend, if you don't bring him up. seungcheol is similar to mingyu in the sense that he best expresses his concern through little encouraging gifts. he's not the type to push the envelope, to try and get you to talk when/if you're not ready, so he just communicates to you that he's there, when/if you need him. jihoon's also a bit unsure how to navigate a relationship that's not his. he can pick up how you're feeling, at the very least, and so he instead focuses on that. he's a quiet, steadfast presence who will take you to the gym or encourage you to write songs, if only because he thinks those might be potential solutions.

— "play stupid games, win stupid prizes" ✩ jeonghan, chan.

svt's petty line, how i love you so. they can all admittedly be petty when they want to be, but these two? they take the cake. jeonghan is a big believer in "show him what he's missing." he'll snap hot photos of you on your behalf. he'll let you use him as a nice little ploy to incite some jealousy. is it a little toxic, a bit red flag-y? sure, but that asshole is putting you through much worse. jeonghan's a firm believer that revenge is a dish best served cold, and he's cold to the bone when it comes to making sure you get what you deserve. (and that your boyfriend, too, has what's coming for him.) chan is insistent that you should break up with your boyfriend, of course, but he's a big believer that you should go out with a bang. it's a bit amusing, to see one of the group's more lowkey members insist that your boyfriend should be on the receiving end of a public lashing. some might say he just likes the drama. truthfully, he just wants to make it abundantly clear to everyone that you're not someone to be messed with, and that you're not going to settle for anything less now that you've kicked the devil's incarnate to the curb.

[idyllicserendipity]

"Mm, sure, whatever you say~"

Lifting her hands up in mock surrender then, she would resign herself with a sigh and a simple roll of her eyes. It was way too early for her to be dealing with this sort of thing, anyway. Especially when it came to the Lord of the Underworld himself.

And, of all the things that these mortals had to come up with, why-- just WHY did it have to be this? It was a GREEK TRAGEDY in itself that it would turn out to be such a LUCRATIVE MARKET too. Alas, the drachmas that could be made with the desperate alone.

"I mean, yeah? Stating the obvious much?" The Goddess of Love would however innerly recoil upon admitting this, "Still, I would like to keep the Goddess of Love trademark classy, soooooo I think I'll pass." With a hand to her hip, she would shoot back, "But yeah, okay, what about you? Seems to me like you already got a couple of ideas of your own~"

"Hey, hey, hey. My tub, my rules. I'm not judging what you do with yours."

"But babe, I gotta say - yours? You'd single-handedly flip the beauty industry on its head." A little Aphrodite water ? Who wouldn't kill to get their hands on it?

[battlexworned]

Smash or Pass, Blackarachniaz (blackwIdcw’s mainly?)

SMASH OR PASS

“ Oh ‘Nia? Hehe- yep, in the most soft and gentle way possible. Beautiful an' smart, they deserve the best. "

[idyllicserendipity]

@05872: bingo, nudging his hand: 😇

   NORMALLY HARSH FEATURES would begin to soften at that, as he then knelt down and ruffled Bingo’s fur with heavily scarred hands. It was funny how small the little guy’s head was when compared to his own palms, especially as he laid his chin between them. But Krauser would make certain then, that he would show nothing but utmost care towards him. Something hardly ever seen from the ex soldier and mercenary, truth be told.

[the-travelling-witch]

WHEN U STARTED TALKING ABOUT ADHD I WAS LIKE WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH TUMBLER AND THEN I WAS LIKE ACTUALLY TAHTS SO ME BC IM LIKE

SO THE ANSWER IS *AND ILL START TALKING ABOUT PLANETS AND BAKING AND HOW TO MAKE A GOOF HOMEMADE DOUGH*

the connection made perfect sense in my head though haha

[admirxation]

彡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 - 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. Eren joins the reader, his girlfriend, in the shower. (wc: 1.6k)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x Eren Jaeger. 18+ smut mdni, established relationship (f/m), modern au, praise, slight nipple play, hickies, slight thigh fucking, p in v, and creampie -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

The trickling water hit your shoulders in steady streams, warm water trailing over your smooth skin, making heat loosen every knot that had accumulated within your muscles. It cascaded down your back in long rivulets, with a gentle pressure that helped you stand there and have your head dunked under the stream as water travelled down the sides of your face, standing there almost motionless as you felt the burdens of the day wash away the longer you stood underneath the shower head. Lost in the therapeutic feeling of each stress being washed away into the drain, and each droplet making contact with your skin before travelling downward and meeting the tiled floor with a soft and rhythmic patter as the shower's glass door fogged up and blurred the clarity of the outside room. Making it feel like it was just you—nothing else to think about—as the heat sank deep into your skin and the bubbles foamed against your frame and whined in delicate threads around your curves and shape.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation that you had needed to feel all day from another hard day of work that drained all your energy, leaving you overwhelmed and needing a heated de-stress method with droplets sliding over your arms and legs and pooling your feet before swirling away. Your frame remained still as the air, thick with the stream, swirled around with the smell of vanilla soap in the room’s atmosphere. 

As you release a sigh, you hear him: a faint rustle outside the shower and the familiar creak of the bathroom door opening. A smile tugged at the curve of your lips before you heard him speak, as his footsteps were soft and deliberate on their way to you. 

Eren doesn’t say anything—at first—instead, he just opens the fogged-up door slightly and lets his gaze travel over the frame and outlines of your feminine shape laced in bubbles and water. 

“You just going to stand there?” you asked with a teasing and tantalising tone. 

“What, can’t I just appreciate how my girlfriend looks?” he replies, folding his arms and balancing himself on the wall edge. He was just standing there in his boxers with his muscular arms folded over his broad chest as his gaze lingered from head to toe, taking extra care with humming in appreciation for how it looked when each droplet curved down you. 

“You waiting for an invitation?”

“Hm, maybe.”

“Come on, just come in… You’re letting all the heat out anyway.” You softly giggled as he slowly pulled down his boxers over his toned legs, watching as his cock was semi-aroused at just the sight of you, ready to grow further by feeling your skin against his. 

You felt him step in behind you, his warmth giving you a different type of heat than the shower ever could, with his arms wrapped around you and radiating his heat to course over and within you. He pulls you in with a gentle but deliberate touch, resting his hips against your back and letting the water fall between you two. The fog on the glass was getting thicker as your slow and sensual pants started to erupt from your mouth as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and pressed soft and lingering kisses. 

“You look so good like this,” he whispered between kisses, leaving a hot trail with accompanying bites before starting to suck on your sweet spot, growing harder behind you and leaving you to catch your breath in deep pants as bruises started to appear from Eren’s kisses. “I love marking you like this.” 

You let out a breath of amusement and a low chuckle as you closed your eyes and held onto the arm draped around you. 

“Mm, that feels good,” you moaned out as you pinched your eyes shut and let the sensation roll through you as warmth pooled within your core, feeling a tightening between your legs as you loudly gasped as his fingers trailed up to your chest. 

“You’re so sexy when you're so wet,” one hand on your breast and the other starting to slide down the curve of your stomach and down to circulate your clit, “especially when you’re wet all over,” he whispered into the shell of your ear and let arousal wash over you like a tidal wave as it bubbled and simmered inside of you, a fire igniting in your chest as you felt the tip of his erect cock prod against the fat of your ass. The smell of vanilla filled his senses as his fingers squished the plush of your breast, feeling your hardened nipple against his fingertips that rolled the bud between his fingers, coaxing out those sweet moans that reminded him how much of a dirty girl you were for him. 

“Hm, I want you so bad, Eren,” you said through whimpering and quivering lips. 

“Well, guess I can’t keep my girl waiting then; I’m never cruel to her,” there was a sensual hiss in his words as he nibbled on your earlobe and thrusted his cock between your thighs, letting out a low groan as he left you doughy thighs squeeze his cock with the right amount of pressure, feeling you're slick against his prominent vein on his shaft as he thrusted. 

Eren’s hands remained on your breast and clit, squeezing and circulating and letting his tongue graze the curve of your neck as he pushed your senses into a ravishing overstimulation; his groans so alluring and his touches leaving your chest to rise and fall with laboured breaths as a consequence of your arousal. You couldn’t help it; when Eren touched you like this, it made you see blurred vision and beg for him, feeling a heated coil tangle inside of you and begging to be released in the feeling of his deep and large strokes inside of your aching cunt. 

“Please… I want more.”

“Hm, eager, aren’t you?” 

Of course, Eren had to get some teasing in there; he would always give you what you wanted, leaving you more than satisfied whenever intimate, but he had to keep you on your tiptoes sometimes, especially when all this adrenaline and excitement built inside the both of you and seeing how your pupils dilated whenever he kept you on edge and the way you bit your lip when you were about to burst. 

“Can you bend down a little for me?” he gently asked, and you quickly obliged as you pressed your hands on the wet tile, arching your back and spreading your legs for him, your breath hitching as you felt him position his length up to your anticipating entrance. You looked back at him, his mouth in an o-shape as his teal-coloured eyes were swallowed by his pupils the more he pushed the tip of his dick against your slick folds, both of you gasping as he slowly introduced his shaft further inside of you. 

“Fuck,” he gasped out as he felt your pussy slick over his cock further inside of you, feeling him twitch as your pulsating and spasming walls tightened and clenched around him. “Oh my… fuck… you’re so sexy,” he continued to release whispered praises as he gripped onto the fat of your ass, and pushed himself inside and out at a steady pace, making you whimper and blabber out his name as you felt those long and deep strokes make you feel euphoric as you saw a blurred daze cloud your eyes, taking clarity and rationality away as you clit throbbed from the grip he had you in and the way his cock was hitting that sweet spot; years from knowing your body, and years loving and worshipping every single inch of you. 

“Yes, just like that, Eren…” you quivered out, feeling how his erection pushed further to kiss your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck… You feel amazing.”

“You feel better, baby, oooh.” 

The feeling of him burry himself deeper inside of you was something you were in love with; it was sexy and exhilarating to feel him push harder, gripping onto you with more of his strength, knowing he was going to leave crescent moon shapes from the way his nails dug into your hips, hearing those grunts making your pussy wetter as you heard the squelch the further you creamed around his shaft.

“Oh, please cum; I can tell you’re close with the way you’re nggh tightening around me.” 

Of course, Eren knew your body well from every response and reaction, and with the way your walls spasmed and clenched around him with a tight grip, he could tell a slippery wet release was soon to be gushed out of your quivering cunt. 

You held your hands against the humid, wet shower wall the more he rocked his hips with every rut and buck, slapping the skin of his thighs against your ass, before leaving a punctuating thrust with a smooth and loud slap that ignited a tear to spew down your leg. That coil within your core had untangled and snapped into a clear release, gushing down your leg, all that arousal that was ignited within you now bubbling down into a simmer. “Fuck…” Eren moaned out as he threw his head back, slamming another stroke inside of you, pulsating as his pelvis area smacked against your ass, and filling the echoing tiled room with an intermingling of aroused lewd and wet noises. After a couple more deep strokes, Eren felt himself cum, leading his hot ropes of seed to spew inside of your womb and making you both release fogged-out pants as he fucked it deeper inside of you.

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[missmimii]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 ☆彡 | 𝐌 - 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Matt has one wish for his birthday

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. None!

♡︎－ ℳ𝒾𝓂𝒾’𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈 － Happy birthday to my favourite boy in the whole entire world (short Drabble）

Matt’s nose glimmers with a soft glow of candle light, the warm hue glowing into his blue eyes as he nips at his bottom lip. Twenty one. It seemed fake, impossible that he had really grown up so damn fast. A gentle hand kneaded the back on his neck with affection, curling the hairs at the base of his neck around her finger as he let out a sigh. That also seemed fake, her.

“Make’ a wish, baby?” She spoke, Matt’s eyes flicking upward to hers. Beautiful. Hair’s framed her jaw so sweetly, a smile on her kissable lips as she tilted her head down at him with a nurturing expression. With a little shake of the head, Matt flicked his gaze back to the candle lit cake. Ice cream slowly melted off the sides, dribbling onto the cardboard underneath as he waited his wish out. “Think of something you really love, hm?” Something he really loved?

Matt slowly lifted his gaze, eyes sliding across the table, realizing all he could ever want was around him. Marylou cheesed at him from across the table, hand in hand with Matt’s father’s as the two gazed at their son with such pride. Nick had a lazy smile on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, Chris’s head resting on the eldest triplet’s shoulder, a smear of buttercream frosting on the tip of his nose from when he blew out the candles to his cake. Nick couldn’t help himself.

Then her, Matt tipped his jaw up and met eyes with her. Butterflies fluttered in his belly as she brought a hand to his cheek, cupping the right side of his jaw delicately, thumb circling the soft skin as she hummed ever so softly. “Make a wish.” She murmured, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on his forehead before pulling away. And he did, a warm aroma of frosting and his girlfriend’s perfume engulfing his nostrils as he leaned forward.

Pursing his lips for a moment, just before Matt’s eyes lulled shut as he blew out a light stream of air. Woosh, fire flowed off into a gusts of smoke, a comforting burning smell flooding his nose as he felt his shoulders fall. Claps were shared around the table, bubbly praises as Matt felt his lips twitch. My wish. Heart heavy with warmth as he brought a hand to his chest, pressing his palm into the fabric of his T-shirt as he concealed emotions that were far too sad to show. “Good job, baby.” The girl chuckled, the sound a beautiful melody to Matt’s ears.

As Jimmy leaned an arm across the table, everyone’s voice taking over the couples ears as Matt threaded a hand through his brown locks sheepishly. He felt .. weird. Though the attention wasn’t necessarily on him, he could actually feel the warmth and presence of everyone’s love. For him. A gentle weight was placed on his shoulder as he looked up, her hand on the boy’s shoulder as she laughed, looking around and talking to his family.

The room was dark apart from a soft illumination of a tea candle that sat aside the cake, the same cake he mentioned months prior to the special day that was his. She remembered. “Hey,” snapping from his daze, the girl glimpsed at him with concern. “what’s wrong?” Baby.

Cooing lightly, a hand lifted to brush his hair back as he stood upright from his seat. “Nothing, nothing－I’m fine.” Matt breathed out, leaning into her touch as his eyes fluttered shut. The girl watched as his eyelashes fell against the skin of his cheeks, resting his head on her open hand as she got impossibly closer to the perfectly emotional triplet. He was hers. “Then why are you crying?” A lone tear trickled down from the corner of his eyes, the blue abyss’s glazed over with wetness as he allowed them to escape.

“I’m not.” He mumbles, sniffing as he brushed his knuckles across the wetness under his eye. Laughing softly, both hands cupped his cheeks in a gentle manner. “No?” The girl mused, Matt letting out a little laugh at her tone, sniffling, “M’just happy.” So fucking happy.

Humming, she pecked his nose once. “Why the tears then?” She murmured against the now pink skin, resting her forehead against his as the two gazed into each other’s eyes. Matt brought a hand to her neck, gripping the side gently as he rubbed the soft dewy skin with adoration. “Just’ feel lucky.” He uttered, seeing her eyes glitter with shyness as he leaned in, littering kisses and nips to the side of her neck. “So fuckin’ lucky.” Matt mumbled in between pecks, voice coming out hushed.

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