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[tonyspep]

this was soooooooooo cuuuuuuuuute i love soft sweet morning luke

[2.3k] the hour is early, the lakehouse is quiet and luke finally gets a moment to appreciate his pretty girlfriend. (smut)

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Luke Hughes was never a morning person. 

Despite years of playing competitive hockey which resulted in early morning games and even earlier practices, he still despised waking up. He hated when he had to wake up early. He hated when he was woken up early by someone else. He just hated mornings in general, and he was glad when summer break finally came around and he had an excuse to sleep in a little longer than usual.

Which was why it was so odd he was awake—on his own accord—this early in the morning.

He tried to blink away the heavy feeling in his head as he reached for his phone, tapping the screen. His brows furrowed together at the early morning time flashing across his screen before he let out a small groan of annoyance. 

He let out a small huff as he leaned back down on the bed, but despite the sleepiness he felt, he was too awake to just close his eyes and hope he could doze off again.

Luke stared blankly at his ceiling for a few moments, debating his options before he felt you shuffling beside him. He turned his head, seeing you instantly move closer to him like you knew he was awake. 

His lips twitched upwards as he took in the sight of you. This was your first summer at the lakehouse, and he knew all too well how nervous you had been. You were panicked, scared that his family and friends wouldn’t like you—minus Jack who you’d obviously already met. You were scared about packing the wrong clothes, or forgetting something. You were worried you’d make a total fool of yourself. 

As Luke had told you many times, your worries were instantly squashed the second you walked through the door. Everybody made you feel welcome, everybody fell in love with you a little bit just like Luke had. You fit in with the dynamic, and Luke couldn’t help but feel something quite like pride blossom in his chest whenever he saw how well you got on with the people he cared most about in his life. 

And maybe he also enjoyed the fact you left him in charge of packing and he just happened to accidentally forget to pack your pyjamas. 

You had spent the last week just sleeping in his shirts and, fuck, he would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. He liked the way they engulfed you, the way the hem brushed against your thighs and the way he could see your panties peeking under the shirt when you stretched your leg over his. He liked the fact you wore his shirts so proudly, that you liked that hidden possessiveness just as much as he did. 

Before you could even get the chance to move away, he wound his arm around you and pulled you close to him, until you were practically sprawled over his chest. He lifted his hand, softly pushing some of your hair behind your ear as he took the silence of the early morning to just appreciate how fucking pretty you were. 

Despite the months of you two being together, it never failed to amaze him that someone as gorgeous as you were with him. Both inside and out, Luke would forever claim he had never met someone more beautiful than you, and he stood by that—even if it was just to watch the way you’d blush after he’d say it. 

His lips ghosted across your skin, a light but loving kiss placed on your forehead before his arms tightened around you to pull you closer. 

“Hm,” you groaned before nuzzling your face further into his chest. “Stay still.” 

“M’sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you up,” he murmured in a soft voice, a flash of guilt hitting him as he watched your face scrunch up. 

“What time is it?” Your words were slurred together, your eyes still firmly shut as you spoke. 

“Too early to be awake,” he grumbled before pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Go back to bed, sleep for another few hours.” 

Your brows furrowed together. “Why are you not asleep?” 

“I don’t know,” he admitted as his hands slid under the hem of your—his—shirt, his long fingers tracing random shapes along your back. “Just woke up, I guess.” 

You frowned a little. “You okay?” 

His lips twitched upwards at your sleepy concern. “Yeah, babe, I’m good. Just go back to bed.” 

“I want you to sleep with me,” you muttered out. 

Luke snorted. “Oh yeah?” 

You let out a small huff of annoyance, softly pinching his side. “Not like that, creep.” 

“You’re the one who said it,” he retorted, knowing full well that if you were properly awake right now, you’d be rolling your eyes at him. 

“Like I’d ever sleep with you,” you retorted, though he could feel the way your smile was pressed against his skin. 

“I think I could convince you,” he murmured as he ducked his head down, kissing a spot just below your ear. 

You shivered slightly. “That was a lucky guess.” 

“Yeah?” His grin widened slightly as his palms spread across your back, warm and smooth against your skin as he maneuvered you until he could duck his head into the crook of your neck and kiss along your skin. “Is this a lucky guess too?” 

“Everyone likes being kissed on the neck,” you said, but your response sounded a little breathier than you cared you admit as you felt his curls tickle your skin. 

“Just your neck?” He questioned, softly humming against your neck as his fingers hooked the neckline of the shirt you were wearing, his kisses trailing along your collarbone towards your shoulder.

“Luke,” you breathed out. “We can’t.”

His teeth lightly scraped against the base of your neck as you arched into him. “Why not?” 

“People will hear us,” you murmured, but the excuse sounded deaf to your own ears.

“Nobody is awake right now,” he told you, and you knew he was right. You two were probably the only ones awake right now, there was no risk of you getting caught. “Just gotta make sure you stay quiet, babe.”

“Luke—oh.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his hands gripped your waist, turning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. You could feel his body pushed against yours, could feel heart pounding in his chest and his cock straining against the fabric of his pyjama trousers. You could feel everything as his arm wound around your waist, his hand splayed against your stomach.

“Think you can keep quiet?” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, low and gruff and, fuck, if it didn’t make you squeeze your thighs together.

“I can be quiet,” you promised, turning your head to the side to try and catch his lips with your own.

His lips twitched upwards as he moved his head back a little, just enough to ghost yours. “Yeah?”

“Yeah—” Your lips parted in surprise as his hand moved south, his palm cupping your cunt in his hand. “Luke.”

“Shhh, thought you were gonna be quiet,” he scolded mockingly as he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, slow and purposeful moves that made a pretty whimper leave your mouth. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do we, babe?”

You shook your head, too scared to talk.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet f’me,” he murmured as he nosed your cheek and jaw, his fingers tracing over your clothed cunt as you squirmed at the light touch.

“Please,” you whispered. 

“Tell me what you need,” he demanded softly. “Say the words, baby.”

“Need you inside me, please,” you whispered as your hand reached behind, curling around his neck until your fingers tangled themselves in his curls. 

“Gonna give my girl whatever she wants,” he said as he nuzzled his face against your neck once again, little nips and bites making you arch back into his embrace as his fingers slid past the waistband of your panties. 

Your mouth fell agape as his fingers pressed against your clit, slowly circling as you wiggled your hips back into him. He lifted his head enough to watch your face as his fingers slid along your wet pussy, your arousal soaking his fingers as he traced up and down your slit.

He watched the way your free hand slapped over your mouth when he finally sunk one finger inside you, feeling the way your walls clenched around him. He watched your eyes flutter close as he slid another finger inside you. He watched as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that only his fingers seemed to reach as you let out a muffle cry behind your palm.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” your breathing was shaky as your hand darted down to grip his wrist. “Please.”

“Words, baby, words,” he murmured softly, his lips pressing soft kisses along your cheek and jaw as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Wanna come on your cock,” you confessed, turning your head to look up at him with bleary, wet eyes. “It’s been so long, baby, please.”

And that wasn’t an exaggeration in the slightest. Because as much as Luke loved the lakehouse and as much as he loved spending time with the people he cared about, it fucking sucked that he had barely touched you since you both arrived. 

It sucked that there was always somebody in the house. It sucked that he couldn’t take the boat out with you without everyone knowing exactly what he wanted to do. It sucked he couldn’t just go out on a drive with you either. It sucked he couldn't even sneak into the shower with you after Jack got caught doing the same thing with a girl a few years back.

It fucking sucked that Luke had to watch his pretty girlfriend prance around in little bikinis and shorts, and have to keep his hands all to himself.

But here you were with wide eyed and flushed cheeks as you begged for his cock, as you begged to feel him inside you again, as you begged for him.

He could’ve come alone from your voice. But he didn’t want that, and this wasn’t the time for it. He didn’t know how much longer you two would have before someone in the house woke up, he didn’t know how much time he had until it wouldn’t be you two alone in this little dusk bubble, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time.

He pushed the plaid pyjama bottoms down enough to free his cock, gripping his length with the same fingers that were inside you minutes ago. He let out a hushed list of curse words as he stroked himself, nuzzling his body closer to your until he could hook your panties to the side and slowly slide into you.

“Oh shit—” His free hand quickly slammed over your mouth, the noises quiet and muffled as he bottomed out inside you. 

You were tight. So fucking tight and warm around him, and fuck, Luke was prepared to wake up early every day if he got to fuck you like this. He pulled his hips back before thrusting back into you, his eyes fluttering shut as he listened to your muffled moans. 

There was something so intimate about it all. The morning sun starting to filter through the cracks in the curtains, the birds chirping outside and the calming sound of nature accompanying the sound of his hips slapping against your ass as he slowly fucked you. 

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice a little whiny as he finally pulled his hand away from your mouth. “Squeezing me so good, baby.”

“Kiss me,” you murmured breathlessly, your body rocking with his thrusts. “Kiss me, please.”

And he couldn’t deny you such a simple demand, not when you were asking so nicely. 

His lips slanted over yours as he kissed you. It was slow and messy and passionate, and he couldn’t help but let out a small groan when he felt your walls clench around him as his tongue pushed against yours. His hands tightened on your hips, his thrusts slower and harder as he felt your body completely sag against his. 

“Shit, that’s it,” he panted against your lips. “Come f’me, honey, just like that.”

The noise you let out was soft and high-pitched when you finally came. Your body tensing and your walls clenching around him as you dug your nails into his forearm. You let out a soft cry as you came, letting the feeling of relief finally wash over you after almost two weeks of wanting nothing more than to jump your boyfriend’s bones.

Luke came soon after you, a few more thrusts before he was spilling inside you. He didn’t have the heart to pull out just yet, his forehead resting against yours as he took a second to try and get air back into his lungs.

“Think we can risk a shower?” You questioned after a few moments of silence, feeling his smile ghost over yours.

“Not a fucking chance,” he grumbled with a small sigh of annoyance. “What’s the rush anyways? Let’s just stay like this.”

“And let Trevor walk in on us like he tries to do every morning?” You commented with a snort. “Not a chance.”

Luke just let out a small whine as he curled his arms around you. “Five minutes,” he murmured in a softer voice. “Please? You feel good.”

“Five minutes,” you conceded. “But don’t fall asleep.”

But Luke was already fighting a yawn as he pressed his face against your shoulder. “Of course not, baby, I’m wide awake.”

“Liar.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

“In the shower?”

Luke snorted. “Keep dreaming, babe.”

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[bendableperformer]

I RIGGED THE ALIEN’S FACE LOOK AT HIM OH MY GOD HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE

AGRAGSGHSHSJWJIEUHEJJSJS🩷❤️💚💖💝👽💗🧡💓💙👽💘💖🩷🧡

Loosely based off of this pose btw.

[wolfchans]

[ohmyminsung]

WONWOO 💚 LALALI

[totalswag]

Love your writing! So good!! Could you do one where the reader and Rafe have not been dating for long, only for about two weeks or so, and she is very insecure and doesn´t understand why he ever approached her to ask her out in the first place. She isn´t the most outgoing and thinks she is quite plain looking, comparing herself to all the much prettier girls (in her opinion) at parties that she evidently thinks he will leave her for and so she she starts to distance herself to make it hurt less

unworthy doubts — RAFE CAMERON

authors note first off, thank you so much. you don’t know how much that means to me. to all of you reading this right now; please know how important you're in this world. youre beautiful on the inside and outside in your own unique way 🤍.

summary questioning and comparing yourself to other girls while wondering why your boyfriend, rafe cameron, chose you.

warnings insecure, comparing, mentions of parties, crying, doubt.

Rafe Cameron and you started dating for almost a month; it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a relationship. Although it’s in the early stages of your relationship, you haven’t felt this way.

However, your insecurities felt like they'd been with you forever.

Rafe's confidence and charisma seemed to effortlessly command whatever room he entered. You felt invisible; blending into the background. Comparing yourself to other girls at parties; pretty smile, makeup, etc.

What could rafe see in you?

The worries had recently gotten stronger, a constant voice in the back of your head. When you saw Rafe taking to someone or laughing too hard at someone’s joke, the voice whispers became louder.

You stood against the railing of Tannyhill watching at the sunset in your own thoughts. The breeze felt nice and it felt like good time to enjoy the moment.

"Hey," Rafe's voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump slightly. He joined you at the railing with a troubled expression on his face. "You have been quiet recently. Is everything alright?

Rafe noticed your change in attitude in the previous three days. He had asked if everything was fine, but you refused to talk about it. Tonight, he wants answers. He's concerned about you.

You forced a smile, but it did not reach your eyes. "Yeah, I am fine." Just... exhausted, I suppose."

Rafe did not appear convinced. He stretched out and carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You know you can speak with me, right? If something is bothering you, please let me know.”

Your heart sunk as you heard those words. Deep down, you want to open up to him and express your feelings. You don't want to come across as undesirable and make him think differently of you.

You felt words spilling out, but you remained silent.

"Y/N, I feel like you're pulling away from me." "Is it something I said or did?" He creaked "Please let me know, baby."

"It's not you, Rafe," you eventually confessed, the words rushing out before you could stop them. "It's me." I just don't understand why you chose me. I am not like the other gals. I'm not as attractive, outgoing, or—"

Rafe cut you off, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that what you think? That I don't realize how magnificent you are?"

Rafe's thoughts were all over the place. Seeing tears gather in the corner of your eyes caused him to cry.

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling tears form in your eyes, and down your cheeks. Not bothering drying them off.

"It's difficult for me to not to think about that when I'm constantly comparing myself to these girls" you ramble on when Rafe cuts you off.

Rafe approached, holding your face in his hands. "Look at me," he murmured quietly, waiting for you to meet his eyes. "I asked you out because I like who you are. You are nice and intelligent, and you make me laugh like no one else can. You are attractive to me both inside and out. And if you can't see it yet, I'll spend as much time as necessary to show you."

His words struck you like a tsunami, removing any doubts and anxieties that had been building up. You took a nervous breath as tears finally poured over.

You bury your face against his chest, letting out your sobs and putting your arms around his body; Rafe gently strokes your back, rocking you both side to side and whispers nice words into your ear to calm you down. 

"I can't afford to lose you," you whine against his chest.

"Baby, you will not lose me; I will be with you every step of the way," Rafe says before kissing the top of your head several times.

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[tonyspep]

YES YES YES YES YES!!! willy absolutely would love seeing you all marked up, like, it only makes you more irresistible to him. as always you write willy so well and this little blurb was no exception. this was so cute and so fun to read.

This prompt screams William “seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place” 😭😭

Oh absolutely, love! That is so William 😜 Even though I feel like I’ve written this before… oh well, that won’t stop me from doing it again 🤭 I had several ideas fir this, but I was in a soft mood - so, who’s ready for some lazy, soft morning lovemaking with our boyfriend, wn88?

Tropes & warnings: William Nylander x reader, established relationship, morning sex, Smut 18+, unprotected sex (p in v - please, remember to wrap it up)

Word count: 2.1K

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Adore me, hold me and explore me I William Nylander

The warm morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room. You stirred under the covers, the soft sheets tangled around your naked body, and the tell-tale ache in your neck—a mix of tenderness and thrilling satisfaction—reminded you of the night before. A lazy smile curled your lips as you shifted closer to the warm, firm, naked body beside you, your fingers brushing against William’s chest. His skin felt like silk over muscle, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a comfort.

He was already awake, lounging against the pillows, the phone in his hand forgotten as his gaze settled on you. The tousled blonde strands of his hair caught the sunlight, making him look impossibly soft and radiant, though his blue eyes held a mischievous glint that hinted at anything but softness. 

“Morning,” you murmured, your voice husky with sleep. As you moved under the sheets, your body brushed fully against his, the warmth of his bare skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Morning, älskling,” he replied, his voice deep and melodic. He set his phone aside and shifted closer, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, trailing down your cheek to your neck, where he paused, his thumb ghosting over a particularly tender spot, and his smirk widening.

You froze slightly under his touch, the gentle pressure of his fingers that made last night’s memories flood back with vivid clarity. The way his mouth had teased and claimed you, the way his hands had roamed your body like he was memorizing every inch of it—it was all still etched into your skin, and clearly, he had noticed.

His lips quirked upward, his smirk growing wider. “Hmm,” he hummed, tilting his head as if in contemplation, his thumb brushing lightly over one of the faint marks. “Looks like someone had a good time.”

You swatted his hand away, laughing softly as you tried to hide your growing blush. “Oh, stop it. You’re so full of yourself,” you teased, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

William chuckled, his voice deep and rich, as he shifted his weight to lean closer. “Come on. You don’t like seeing the proof?” His tone was playful, but the way his eyes darkened hinted at something much more dangerous.

Your heart raced under his gaze. “It’s not like I can exactly hide them, thanks to you,” you replied, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

“Good,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that made the room feel even warmer. “I wasn’t trying to hide anything.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips grazing the marks on your neck, the soft touch sending shivers down your spine. “You don’t remember how these got here?” he murmured; his breath hot against your skin.

You swallowed hard, unable to suppress the wave of heat that surged through you. Oh, you remembered. You remembered how he’d kissed you last night like he couldn’t get enough, the way his hands gripped your hips as if he were anchoring himself to you. You remembered his breathless laughter against your neck, the sound of your name rolling off his lips like it was the only thing he cared to say.

“Of course, I remember,” you whispered, your voice almost too soft to hear.

William pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own glimmering with a mix of playfulness and desire. 

“Good,” he said simply, his grin widening. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And before you could respond, his lips were on your neck again, his kisses slow and deliberate as he trailed over each mark. You felt his body shift against yours under the sheets, the weight of him pressing you back into the mattress. The heat of his skin against yours was overwhelming, and when his teeth grazed the sensitive spots, you couldn’t hold back the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

“Will…” you whispered; your voice shaky as his kisses deepened. His body pressed closer, the sheets rustling around you as his slowly growing hardness brushed against your inner thigh. The heat of him sent a rush of electricity through you, leaving you breathless. His warmth enveloped you, his touch purposeful and unrelenting as his hands roamed your skin, caressing every curve like he was rediscovering you all over again.

His lips lingered on your neck, trailing over the love marks with a mixture of tenderness and hunger. “Mmm,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and thick with desire. “I think we can make a few more of these…” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as your body arched into his. The sensation of him pressing against you, firm and insistent, made your pulse quicken. His hands slid lower, gripping your hips as his kisses travelled to the hollow of your collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot that made your breath hitch.

“Will…” you tried again, but the words dissolved into a soft moan as he shifted between your legs, forcing them apart as he aligned his length with your core under the sheets. The growing tension between you was palpable, each touch drawing you closer to the edge.

Then his lips found yours, capturing them in a kiss that was both demanding and full of reverence. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of you, the intimacy of his body against yours—the way his skin felt against yours, the weight of him pressing you deeper into the mattress—was intoxicating, moments blurring the lines between where he ended, and you began.

Your breaths mingled as his lips left yours, trailing down your jawline and back to your neck. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin. His lips lingered on the marks he had left, the heat of his breath making you shiver as his hand slid from the sheets to your thigh. His touch was firm yet tender, his fingers spreading warmth wherever they roamed as they gripped your hip, anchoring you securely to him.

“Willy…” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his blue eyes searching yours for permission, for connection. The intimacy of his gaze made your breath hitch, and you reached up to cradle his face, nodding softly as a small smile graced your lips.

With painstaking care, he pressed his cock against your entrance. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of anticipation, heat, and the kind of vulnerability that only came with trust. Slowly, purposefully, he began to push inside you, his movements careful as he watched your face for every reaction.

The stretch was delicious, a perfect blend of ache and fullness that made your fingers tighten in his hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as he sank deeper, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece. His grip on your hip tightened slightly, grounding you as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sensation.

“This feels good?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, tinged with concern despite the heat in his eyes.

You nodded, your hands sliding down his back to pull him closer. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, your voice breathless but certain.

A soft smile played on his lips before he leaned down, kissing you deeply, his body beginning to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was measured, unhurried, as though he wanted to savour every second, every sound you made, every tremor of your body beneath his.

The friction, the heat, the sheer closeness of him—it was intoxicating. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as his movements grew more confident, more insistent. His lips never strayed far from yours, alternating between soft kisses and whispered words that made your heart race even faster.

“You’re amazing. And you’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough and full of adoration. “I fucking love the way you feel… the way you let me love you.”

His words sent a fresh wave of warmth through you, and you arched into him, your hands clutching at his back as his rhythm quickened. The world around you faded into a blur of sensation—the sound of your breaths mingling, the way your bodies moved together, the undeniable connection that bound you in that moment.

As the tension built, your body responded instinctively to his, your nails grazing his shoulders as waves of pleasure began to crest. His name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. His gaze locked with yours, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire, the connection between you tangible and electric.

The rhythm of his movements deepened, deliberate and unrelenting, as he felt your body tighten around him. The sensation made him groan softly, his breath hitching as his own restraint began to waver. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of you, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back, determined to keep you teetering on the edge a moment longer.

“Willy…” Your voice broke, your body arching into his as the pressure became almost unbearable. “I’m gonna—” The words dissolved into a moan, your breath stolen as the pleasure overtook you, sending a ripple of sensation through every nerve.

He felt the change, your body trembling beneath him, and the way you clenched around him pushed him dangerously close to his own release. “That’s it, come for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained but soft, a reverence in his tone that made your heart swell even as your body was consumed by the overwhelming waves of pleasure.  

His movements faltered slightly, his own control slipping as the intensity of your release pulled him under. His head dipped, his lips finding the curve of your neck as he groaned against your skin, the sound low and guttural as his own climax surged through him. His hands left the sheets, one sliding to cradle your face while the other gripped your waist, holding you close as he poured himself into you completely.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The sunlight painted golden patterns across the room, your breaths mingling as your bodies remained entwined, hearts racing in unison. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your shared intimacy. “I know,” you teased, your voice soft and playful despite the lingering haze of satisfaction.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pulled out of you, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to prolong every second of your closeness. He shifted, pulling you into his embrace under the sheets. His arms wrapped around you, strong and protective, his chest a solid warmth against your back. His body moulded perfectly to yours, the sheets tangling further around your legs as he nestled into you.

“I’m never letting you go,” he murmured, his voice soft but resolute. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your temple, the warmth of his words sinking into your skin as surely as his embrace surrounded you.

You tilted your head slightly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “Is that why you mark me?” you asked, your tone light but laced with affection.

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation, his voice tinged with pride. One of his hands moved, his fingers brushing gently over the fading marks on your neck. “You look perfect like this… with my marks on you. It’s like a little reminder that you’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver through you, the possessive edge tempered by the tenderness in his voice. You turned in his arms to face him, your eyes locking with his. The intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world, made your breath hitch.

“I don’t think I could ever forget that I’m yours,” you said softly, your hand reaching up to trace his jawline.

He leaned into your touch, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and filled with promise. When he pulled back, his smirk returned, playful but still full of adoration. “Good,” he said, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “But I think I’ll keep reminding you anyway.”

You laughed softly; the sound muffled as you buried your face in his chest. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the weight of his love wrapped around you like a cocoon.

And as the morning sunlight continued to filter into the room, you found yourself perfectly content, safe and cherished in the arms of the man who had left his mark on your heart as much as your skin.

[lockley-spktr]

i need all three of them

[hibiishere]

A mother always knows 🥰

[blluebutterfly]

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kıskanç

sürekli yazıyor

merak ediyor

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gönül alabiliyor

vazgeçemiyor

[dykephan]

[sungtaro]

[thecontroll]

I protect you, and you protect me

[ohabeeeeeee]

UAHHHHHH❤️❣️💕🥹💕💞💓💘💝❤️💖🥹🥹🥹🥹💖💖💗💘💕💕💞❤️❤️❤️🥹❤️❤️❣️💕💓💘💘🥹🥹🥹💘💖💗💝💝??????

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[miniyeo]

it’s a celebration!!!

[davidbyrne]

"I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe[...]. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song."

Happy Birthday David Byrne (May 14, 1952)