#Gonna update in a bit

[evilrainbowbunny788]

Hey everyone!

this is just my intro post so lemme just get to the point

I’m a 17 year old (probably Demi)girl who loves cartoons and silly characters and creatures. I am autistic and bisexual.

🌸 Generally obsessed with cartoons and animated media and non human characters

⭐️ Will post art of ocs, fan characters and fanart

🚫 Please be respectful when communicating with me. If you are being inappropriate, insensitive and plain disrespectful especially after I warn you, you’re getting a block

🦅 La sucks and you know it/hj

🌀Reposts ahoy and I have an inconsistent schedule

🌈 Currently in the Fandroid, Balan Wonderworld, Sonic, Robot dreams, Mario, Cult of the Lamb and Mlp fandom

🎨 #Artventures -> tag for oc art (strictly original characters, not fan characters)

[egophiliac]

I'm still processing 7-13, in the meantime have this super quick thing! of all the things that happened that I didn't expect, one of 'em certainly was a not insignificant subplot revolving around Silver unintentionally committing international mail fraud.

[grimlyink-but-creative]

“Head In The Flowers.”🌷👁️

[ryllen]

(jamil said, no forehead kisses 😔) [x] [x]

[kai-zuha]

This is why Legend and Hyrule were paired together.

The easy conversation

The joyful banter

and not to mention this beautiful moment:

THIS!! is exactly what Legend needed, this is exactly why these two were paired together!!

Legend needs an outlet, he needs someone that will return his banter and his harsh remarks against his brothers. He needs someone that will understand him. And who’s the one who can provide him that? Hyrule.

Hyrule doesn’t reprimand Legend, he doesn’t yell at him or think little of him he’s just there. He’s just there to explore the dungeon and have fun with Legend and that’s what he needed. If Legend was partnered up with anyone else it wouldn’t have played out like this. They would’ve gotten into an argument right in the beginning as Legend talked about Wars.

But that doesn’t happen here because he’s with Hyrule, who won’t take the bait but instead pursue the conversation on why Legend thinks this way about Warriors and Wild. Hyrule even starts the conversation about knights cause he knows it’s on Legend’s mind.

Hyrule knows his brother, and he knows what he needs in the moment. And i think this update perfectly shows how Hyrule is able to work around Legend and his abrasive attitude, this update shows how different Hyrule is from everyone in the way he treats Legend. He doesn’t hold him up on a high standard because that’s his brother but also his predecessor, he looks up to him sure but he knows that first and foremost Legend is his brother.

Time was able to see this as well, he knew what he was doing putting Legend and Hyrule together. Time is able to read everyone, hence why he put Sky and Twilight together after Wild confronted him. It’s why he put Hyrule and Legend together because he knew that Legend needed that outlet, Legend needs Hyrule because he’s the only one who understands him to an extent.

There’s less for Legend to be worried about as well because he knows that he doesn’t need to worry about Hyrule! Two peas in a pod! Hyrule is capable of himself as is Legend (another reason they were put together) so they’re able to roam around and be silly as much as they want cause they know how to be responsible when the time is right.

If you can’t tell this update really did a number on me, I just love downfall duo so much..

All art shown by @/linkeduniverse

[timethehobo]

Needed some hug visuals so a scribbly with a ref. 🥺

[malamilkbeats]

Full robo design detail for Edgar

What a cutie pie

The way his face looks was inspired by very talented @bigintorobotsrightnow !! I just love how cute his eyes were drawn!

Lineart:

[determunition]

various pre-godhood lovestory stuff from my fic i've been doodling for warmups lately; there's more dramatic scenes i could have drawn from the most recent chapter but i honestly had a ball writing thespius just moping around and not being able to tell he's madly in love with the weird little guy who edited his script lmao

[bluesgras]

a VERY happy new year’s eve from you to me :] here’s to doing more

[siffrinsometimes]

(THEY DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.)

[puppppppppy]

i like him

[puretopia]

[kijeu]

seungmin 😠 [dominATE SEOUL d-2] via StrayDreamies

[ohnoitsz1m]

Halflife ponies. Btw.

A warning to any MLP enjoyers: if this ends up on derpibooru or any similar site I'll gnaw you into splinters like a cheap plastic dog toy. I'm on the DNP lists under animatorfun and I'll request a new link for this blog specifically if I havw to. Please stop reuploading my shit 💀

Edit: i forgot to reenable the layer with Gordon's glasses it's so over. I was wondering why she looked weird oughhgggh

Edit2: fixed gordon <3

[gurlgallade]

Hi! Haven't been able to do much progress on this because we fucked up our wrist a little, but there's embroidery and a presentable amount of Four's assets have color now!

[sentientcave]

Please Say Yes

Part 7 - No Time Like the Present

Read on AO3

Contains: John Price x OC (Chelsea), This is just cutesy nonsense, low-stakes romance, pregnancy, breeding kink, daddy kink, alcohol, smoking, divorce mentions, annoying ex, Slight scheming (mutual), Good vibes all around, Oral sex, P in V sex, This chapter is basically 4 thousand words of straight fucking lmao

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“Yeah?” Chelsea let out a shaky breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Yeah. C’mere,” John pulled her the rest of the way up, right into his lap. “Never seen you so nervous before.”

She laughed, leaning into him. He was as steady as she was shaky, smiling like it was the best day of his life. “Honestly, John, I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous before. I feel so silly about it now.”

“I’m glad you asked me,” he said, offering her the glass of whiskey, his other arm wrapped reassuringly around her. “It would be an honour.”

She took it with both hands, taking a too-big swig that burned it’s way down her throat. She choked slightly, quickly handing it back, giggling. “Oof. How do you drink that stuff?”

“Too easily.” He knocked back the rest of the glass. “How do you want to do this? I’ll go donate at some clinic if that’s what you want, but I’d much rather do things the old-fashioned way. It’s up to you.”

“I— Me too,” Chelsea admitted, feeling shy and unsure. “We can. If that’s what you want.”

He nodded, his expression solemn except for his twinkling eyes. “You track your cycle?”

“Yeah. I’ll be ovulating around the time you’ll get back. In a month?”

“Hm.” He toyed with the shoelaces looped around her neck. “Now, I’m no expert,” he said. “But doesn’t that mean you are right now too?”

“Well. Yes.”

“The way I see it, there’s no time like the present. Might take a few tries.” He gripped the strings and pulled her in closer, the tip of his nose touching hers. “Say the word, and we can get started right now.”

“What about your boots?” Chelsea asked faintly. “I’m not finished.”

“Like I give a damn. This is more important.”

As soon as she gave a shaky nod, John pressed his lips to hers, his mouth moving against hers eagerly, tongue darting out to taste her lips. She made a soft, surprised sound, and melted into him a moment later, parting her lips and sliding her hands across his chest, adjusting her position, swinging a leg over so that she was straddling his lap. He gripped her hips and pulled her in tighter against him, so that she could feel how hard he was already. He licked into her mouth, imprinting the sharp-sweet taste of whiskey and the bitter remnants of smoke onto her tongue. He groaned, one hand pushing up under her shirt, calloused palm stroking up her spine, leaving a trail of burning hot fingerprints behind.

Chelsea arched her back, pressing closer to him. She hadn’t expected him to be so intense— She had anticipated an awkward, fumbling kind of encounter, if he’d wanted that at all. It wasn’t that she thought he wouldn’t be up to the task, she had just thought that he wouldn’t be this interested, dragging her still-clothed cunt against the hard imprint of his cock through his jeans and groaning into her mouth.

John mouthed across her jaw. “You want me to give you a baby, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a raspy purr that flowed down her spine, warm and caramel sweet. “Is that what you need?”

Chelsea nodded eagerly, any thought of being coy about it tossed out the window. That was exactly what she wanted. Her cunt clenched achingly around nothing, already begging to be filled. “Yeah.”

“Will you say it for me? Need to hear you say it.”

She pressed a kiss to the spot just in front of his ear. “Give me a baby, John,” she begged. “Please. Need you to breed me.”

Something there had been the key, because he stood, lifting her up with him, and carried her upstairs without any further ado, tossing her down on the bed. He pulled her by the ankles to the edge, and sank down to the floor, yanking her borrowed sweatpants down to her knees in one movement, and totally off with the second, parting her thighs as soon as his hands were free again.

“Look at that,” he breathed, eyes fixed on the pink heart shape that her pubic hair had been cut and shaved into. “You’re just about the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

"It's silly, I know," she said, reflexively trying to close her knees.

"Not at all. I think its real cute." He easily pushed her legs apart again and kissed the inside of her knee, his touch sliding up her thighs to her hips, pulling her a little over the edge so that he was supporting her lower half. He trailed biting kisses across her skin, marking little reminders that he’d been there over the inside of her thighs and pulling soft little whimpers out of her throat. Reaching the centre, he kissed the pink heart instead of her cunt, looking up at her with a smug smile, all too aware of what he was doing and how it was affecting her, blue eyes blazing hot.

“You don’t have to— We can just get right to fucking.” Chelsea propped herself up on her elbows so she could look at him more directly. “You don’t have to do anything else.”

“Have to!” John chuckled, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve been dying for a taste of this pretty cunt since the day you introduced yourself. Wearin’ that pretty blue dress, smilin’ so sweet, offerin’ to help with anything I needed.” He dipped his tongue between her folds, tasting her and groaning like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Sides, it’s more likely to take if you come.”

How he remembered what she’d been wearing the day they met was a mystery, but not one she had the wherewithal to figure out in the moment, with John lapping up her arousal with a broad strokes, not even really focusing on her pleasure at this point, just eagerly coating his tongue in the taste of her. He pushed his tongue inside, his nose nudging her clit, making her hips buck involuntarily. “I don’t think— I don’t think that’s how it works,” she said, voice quivering despite her efforts to keep steady.

John hooked her legs over his shoulders, big hands holding her tight to his mouth, switching between trying to fuck her with his tongue and licking through her folds, studiously ignoring her clit until she was shaking with frustration, but too out of sorts to communicate what she wanted. He pulled back to catch his breath, grinning, his beard practically dripping. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Rather than respond, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back in, angling his mouth to her clit. The vibration of his laughter, along with the almost-too-much direct attention to the electric bundle of nerves after teasing her for so long, had her slamming into orgasm before she fully realized what was happening. Her legs tensed around his head, heels digging into his back to hold him close while she bucked against his mouth. “You’re a bastard,” she panted, relaxing her hold so that she didn’t suffocate him with her thighs.

“You think so?” he asked wickedly, pressing a thick finger inside her. “I’m just trying to work open this tight little cunt. Won’t even take me halfway if I don’t, an’ I want to make sure I’m comin’ right up against your womb. Get you bred nice and deep, yeah?”

Chelsea nodded helplessly, keening when he latched onto her clit again, now giving it his tongue’s undivided attention while he fucked her open, first with one finger, and then with two once he’d determined that she could take it. She clamped down hard on the second digit, already burning slightly from the stretch around his thick fingers. It had been a long while since she’d had hands other than her own anywhere near her, but it still wasn’t his hands that she wanted. “John,” she pleaded. “Need you to fuck me, please.” She curled toward him and pulled him in for a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips, nipping at him when he retreated slightly, pressing his forehead to hers, his thumb rubbing circles where his tongue had been, fingers curling into a sweet, spongy spot inside her that made her wail, vision crowding with stars.

“Look at me, peaches,” he growled. He hummed when she did as he asked, forcing her eyes open to meet his, twin blue flames that lit fires of matching intensity all the way through her. “There’s a good girl. Need you to take one more for me, yeah? One more and I’ll give you my cock.”

He pressed the third finger in as he spoke, and kissed her when she nodded, keeping her knees hooked over his shoulder, practically folding her in half. He swallowed her sweet, breathy moans, fucking his fingers into her slick cunt with increasing intensity, dragging her towards another orgasm. The kiss turned frantic, open mouthed and messy as Chelsea gasped for breath, gripping the edge of the bed for purchase, barely keeping herself on top of it, entirely reliant on John’s weight and support to keep herself from sliding onto the floor. The tension snapped, and she tensed, cunt gushing, the sound of his fingers still pumping into her loud and wet and lewd as she came a second time, crying out his name.

John leaned back, taking stock of the mess she’d made, a satisfied look on his face. “That’s it, messy girl. You gonna clean me up, pet?” He withdrew his fingers and offered them to her, his low chuckle turning to a groan when she caught his hand and started licking him clean, sucking each digit into her mouth, tongue moving over his skin thoroughly.

He watched her mouth, transfixed and breathing hard, until she finished licking all traces of herself off of him. She took his hand and slid it under the hem of her rucked-up shirt. The feel of her jewellery hitting the centre of his palm seemed to snap him out of the haze. He gave her breast a squeeze, and then slid his hand over until his thumb hit the heart shaped ring, flicking over it experimentally, eyes sparking hot when she arched into his touch, whimpering.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky.” He hooked his arms around her and lifted her further up the bed, finally letting her legs slip off of his shoulders. He pressed a kiss to her stomach before straightening up, noting the slight frown forming between her brows. “What’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said softly.

He pulled off his shirt, splattered with evidence of her earlier orgasm. “Things like you’re beautiful? Or that I’m lucky?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, frown deepening. “Either. Both. It’s not— We’re not—”

“Shh, I know. I understand. Wouldn’t ask you for more than you’re willin’ to give me. I’m just bein’ honest.” He unbuckled his belt slowly, pulling her eyes to his hands, making sure she was watching when he unzipped his pants and shucked them off, revealing his heavy, uncut cock. He was hard already— Had been since she’d gotten on her knees for him earlier— and leaking precum, which he smeared down the length of his cock, giving himself a few slow strokes. “You still want to do this?” he asked.

Chelsea swallowed nervously, eyes roaming over his intimidating cock, over his thick, powerful thighs, dusted with dark hair and marked with a few scars, up his lean torso, lingering on a mark that looked like a bullet wound through his flank, and the many jagged slashes from knives and shrapnel, a whole history that she didn’t know about the man in front of her, stories he probably couldn’t tell her anyway. It was so strange to think that everything she did know of him was absent of history, based firmly in the every day minutia, smiling blue eyes greeting her over the garden wall in the morning, a pair of calloused hands helping her with a chore now and again, his laughter when she said something funny. Maybe the rest of it didn’t matter all that much anyway.

Her study reached his face again, and she pulled in a deep breath, meeting eyes full of some indescribable emotion that she couldn’t recognize. At the end of the day, she trusted him. Who else did she even know that she could even consider for this? Who else could she rely on to be there when she needed him, and give her space when she didn’t? He had never overstepped a boundary, never assumed, never done anything to make her feel uncomfortable. He was safe, and respectful, and so, so hot.

“Yeah. I want to.” She grinned at him, shoving the vulnerability of the moment to the side and embracing the absurdity. Her incredibly hot neighbour was naked in front of her, ready to fuck her as many times as it took to knock her up. Krissy and Robyn were right— There was no reason why she couldn’t have fun. She’d already told him where she was, where he’d have to meet her if he wanted this too, and he’d agreed. John was a grown man, more than capable of making up his own mind and weighing his own risks. She pitched herself upright so she could peel her shirt off entirely, and crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer. “Come down here already.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said eagerly, the bed dipping slightly under his weight as he knelt at the edge, folding down over her to kiss her again. One hand quickly found one of her breasts, kneading soft flesh for a moment before catching on the ring, flicking across it like he had earlier, humming against her mouth when she sucked in a breath. “Sensitive, eh?” He gently pinched the ring between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently until she whined, and then back the other way.

He shifted, leaning against the headboard and pulling her on top so he could free up both hands, and kissed down her neck and chest, lapping across one decorated nipple teasingly before he closed his mouth over it, the ring clicking against his teeth as he latched on, rolling his tongue over it again and again, figuring out exactly what made her gasp and moan. He reached past her hips to take himself in hand again, nudging the tip of his cock between her folds, gathering slick.

“John, please,” she begged, pitching her hips back so that his tip just slid into her. “I need you inside. Need you to fuck me, please.”

He pushed her hips down onto his length, letting her breast pop free of his mouth, a gossamer strand of spit stretching and breaking between them. She tensed slightly, breathing turned ragged as she adjusted to the size of him, the slow-burn stretch of her cunt around his thick cock. Three fingers hadn’t been quite enough to prepare her, but the slight discomfort wasn’t even painful, exactly, just overwhelming, all encompassing.

He held her hips still once she had taken all of him, giving her another long moment to adjust, although she started fighting his grip almost immediately, trying to rock against him, desperate for friction and heat, her cunt pulsing around him as she tried to move.

“Greedy,” John chastised her, gripping her hips tighter. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“Well stop it!” She planted her hands on his chest for leverage, glaring at him. “I haven’t been fucked in almost a year, I need you to move.”

Surprise flickered across his face, but he started moving her hips, rolling her against him slowly. “Why so long?”

“John, come on, please,” Chelsea huffed. The slow drag of his cock inside her wasn’t enough— She needed it harder, and faster, and now. “Please fuck me.”

John moved suddenly, flipping them so that she was on her back beneath him. “Alright, sweetheart. If that’s what you want.” He hooked her legs over his arm and folded her knees up against her chest, his bulk pinning her to the bed. He kissed her sweetly, and started fucking her in earnest, the position allowing him to drive so deep with every thrust that he quickly drove all the air from her lungs.

She gripped his shoulders, holding on to him tightly, nails digging into his skin as she scrambled for purchase, keening. “John!” she gasped. “Fuck!”

He dropped his face into her neck, mouthing at her pulse. “Takin’ me so well, sweetheart. Y’feel so good.” He seemed to hit that sweet spot every time he snapped his hips forward, reducing her to a whimpering mess beneath him. “Perfect girl, made to be bred, aren’t you? Made for me, yeah? Made to take my thick fuckin’ cock. Can’t wait to cum inside this sweet little cunt.” He growled filth into her ear, his deep, warm voice a perfect counter to his almost savage thrusts. “Such a good girl for me.”

Her head spun, a delicious crescendo building somewhere behind the spot he drove his cock into over and over again. She did her best to meet each thrust, but she had no leverage, and all she could do was take it, chanting his name desperately. He lifted his head so he could watch her face as she tipped over the edge, her cunt clamping down hard around him.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he groaned, slotting himself as deep as he could inside her, coming hard on her heels. “Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” He leaned his forehead against hers, hips twitching as he rode through his orgasm, spilling warm cum inside her pulsing cunt.

Chelsea stared up at him helplessly for a moment before kissing him deeply, satisfied, her head fuzzy, all the tension in her limbs bleeding out. It had been a long while since she had gotten laid, and longer still since she had come so hard, crashing through three in a row.

He pulled out, grabbing one of his pillows and tucking it underneath her hips, tilting them up. “Look at you, he hummed, dragging two fingers through her folds, gathering a mixture of their cum and gently fucking it back into her slick, puffy cunt. “Don’t want to waste a drop, do you?” he asked, answering her unspoken query when she picked up her heavy head to look at him. “Want to make sure it takes, don’t we, sweetheart?”

She dropped her head back to the bed, trembling from over-stimulation. “Okay,” she said weakly. “If you say so.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to her knee, his whiskers twitching with his smile. “That’s right, honey. I do say so.”

And honestly? Who was she to argue?

She collected herself enough to stumble into the washroom once John had determined that his seed was as fucked into her as he was going to get it, and came back out with her pink hair braided back from her face, the fine hairs around the edges wet from her scrubbing her face. She crossed her arms over her stomach, not hiding, but certainly looking shy now, like the reality of what they’d just done had finally settled in. "Did you see where that shirt ended up?" she asked. "Or, um, could I borrow another one, maybe?"

Hesitant to ask him for something, like he hadn't been between her legs a few moments ago. She could have asked him for the moon in that moment, and he’d get it for her without complaint. He grabbed her a clean shirt and collected the sweatpants from the floor, offering both. "Of course. You want some water, or anything to eat?"

"Yeah, water would be-- I can't believe we-- do you feel weird about this?" She pulled on the clothes, hiding all the soft, freckled skin that John wanted to map with his lips and tongue.

"Weird? No. Just something to adjust to." He put on a pair of sweats too, leading her out of the room, sliding a hand around her waist. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Chelsea laughed. "Definitely, yes. You really know your way around a vulva.”

He pulled her close and planted a kiss on her temple, humming. It felt so nice to be close, to take a few little liberties, to stop holding himself back so much. He would still have to hold himself back some, for now at least. She was still skittish about relationships, about getting too close to him, so he would have to be patient, and careful, and let her call the shots. “In that regard, I’ll gladly put my skills to use whenever you’d like. Doesn’t just have to be just for this.” He filled a glass of water and handed it over.

“I’ll um, consider it.” She gave him a shy smile.

It was cute, but he couldn’t afford to let her put distance between them because she was feeling shy about what they’d done. He wanted her comfortable again, no putting so much focus on the sex part of what they were doing.

"Chelsea," he said sternly. "Stop that."

She blinked, a little wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. "Stop what?"

"Thinking so much. We're both adults. You've been clear about what you want, and I'm tellin' you that I'm available to you, whatever way you need, so long as I'm not seein' anyone else." He didn't add that he had no intention of seeing anyone else-- aside from his boys. He could ease her into that situation over time, after she was pregnant. "I don't get a lot of chances to spend time with gorgeous women. Really like spendin' time with you. Doesn't have to be more than that."

A little tension bled out of her posture. "You're right. I'm just being…"

"Cautious?" he suggested. "You're a sweet girl, peaches, but don't worry about me. I can handle myself."

"Of course you can. I don't know why I'm so anxious about it."

"Because you're sweet, and you don't want to hurt me or lead me on. But you don't have to worry. If I can't deal with somethin', I'll let you know." He pulled her in close, humming happily. "I hope that you'll let me be soft with you. Feels pretty nice, doesn't it?"

She smiled back, relaxing into his touch. “Yeah. It really does.”

“You want to spend the night? Figure I can give you a few more rounds before the lads come sniffin’ around in the morning. Stack the odds best we can.”

“I don’t know, John. It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow, and I’m used to sleeping alone. I already know I’m going to be sore.”

Understandable. A bit disappointing, but he knew better than to crowd her this soon. Giving her the space to come to him had worked well so far, and there was no reason to believe that it wouldn’t continue to work.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. Up to you. Just want you to know you’re welcome.”

“Thanks, John. Knew you’d be a good person to do this with. I know a proper donor was an option, but I wouldn’t want my kid growing up not knowing half of where they come from. Doesn’t seem fair. It was like that for me— My bio dad was never around. Still don’t know anything about him, aside from the fact that I look more like him than I do my mom. It’s weird, growing up looking like some stranger.” She touched her jaw absently, feeling out that inherited structure. Did she still see a stranger when she looked in a mirror? Or did she only see herself now? “Think it would be nicer to know.”

“Depends on who your parents are, I guess,” John said. “Some people aren’t really worth knowing, even if they gave you the foundation blocks for whoever you turn out to be. But I’m still glad you asked me.”

“Me too.” She smacked his bare chest playfully. “And not just because you’re a good fuck, I swear.”

“Watch it, peaches,” he growled, catching her hand and trapping it against his skin. “If you’re not careful I’m going to take you back upstairs right now, and you’ll have to stay the night because you won’t be able to walk after.”

“Threat or promise?” she asked.

“Both, if you keep it up.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, considering it for a moment. “I’d better not keep it up then,” she said, the sensible side of her winning out. “Too much to do tomorrow. But maybe next time.” She set the glass on the counter, a note of finality in her words.

“You know where to find me.”

“Yeah. I’d better get going, John. Long walk home and all.”

“Alright.” He followed her to the door, watching as she slipped on her shoes. “You get home safe, understood? Text me when you get there,” he teased.

“Yeah yeah. I will. Goodnight John.” She popped up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She stepped out into the fine, drizzling rain and grabbed her bike from where it leaned up against the stairs, and half ran across to her own house. She glanced back and waved once before disappearing inside.

The house was too empty with her gone. He wished he'd tried harder to keep her there— maybe next time he'd cuff her to the bed and not let her leave. Keep her tucked into his side through the night, wake up to her pretty face in the morning, make her breakfast, kiss her senseless, until she stop trying to fight it and let herself fall in love. It was hard to be patient when he’d been waiting on her so long.

But he would be patient. Things were already going just how he wanted.

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