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skztext · 2 months ago

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Hwang v. Hwang

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝑰𝒏 ❣︎ 𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒏

< Messages: Forbidden Young Love

Recipient: Hwang Yn & Hwang HyunJin

Contact Name(s): Jeongin [Iyenah 🧡] Hyunjin [#1 Hater] Seungmin [Seungmin (Jeongin’s Boyfriend)] Yn[Weirdass kid]

Username(s): Yn [not.your.hwangynn] Jeongin [i.2.n.8] ʎǝɾ︎ı̣(yeji)[thehwanggirl] Seungmin[miniverse.___ (private account/ toptierhater)] Felix[yong.lixx (private account/ justice4bbokari)] Minho[t.leeknowsaurus] Changbin[jutdwae] Chan[gnabnahc]

a/n: insomnia and boredom makes me creative. all for kicks and giggles. apologies if i misrepresented the group and the members. enjoy this mini series based off of hyunjin’s message in Brother SKZ: You’re dating who? enjoy the tiny story at the end app social maker ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢs 🫂 ʜᴏᴍɪᴇ sᴍᴏᴏᴄʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ💋

warning (s): sassy kings// top tier haters// profanity// pet names// friends being friends// loving bullying// sibling clashing with sibling// siblings fighting// tiny bit of violence// tiny angst// ALL fictional

tag(s): @avilio-is-dead @chuuyaobsessed

word count: 1118

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The Instagram post came as a surprise not only to the rest of the group, the fans, and the group’s media team but to Yn as well. The younger Hwang looked at her phone with tears in her eyes, she wiped away the few that rolled down her cheeks before getting out of her car. Yn sniffled putting her phone back in her sweater pocket, she made sure her car was locked before walking up to the apartment. When she knocked and the door opened she was greeted by the freckled blacked-haired Aussie.

“Hey Ynn!” He stepped aside to let her in, Felix was as welcoming as ever, he was always sweet to Yn. He treated her like a sister since she was close to his younger sister and Yn treated him a brother—better than how she treated her brother.

Walking into the apartment she was rushed by Jeongin, who picked her up swiftly into a tight hug. Yn hugged his neck, “You could get into so much trouble with that post-Innie.” Her voice cracked as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“I don’t care, I’m not hiding you anymore. You’re my girl, you’re my world and I want to be able to show you off.” Jeongin assured her as he pulled away slightly to look at her, a hand cupping her face to caress her skin lightly.

“Gross. Go do that in private,” Seungmin chimed in as a greeting to Yn, walking out of his room. He nudged his head to his room, “Don’t do anything weird.” He teased sitting down on the couch and grabbing the controller to continue the game the maknae was playing. Jeongin smiled small, thanking his puppy hyung, and held Yn’s hand to lead her into the room.

Once the door was closed Yn hugged him tightly, crying into his neck quietly mumbling out the conversation between her and Hyunjin. Jeongin clenched his jaw, stopping himself from speaking ill of his hyung. He just apologized for causing her so much drama, he comforted her, “It’s going to be alright princess. I promise,” he kissed her forehead sweetly. He moved them to the bed, sitting down on Seungmin’s bed with Yn beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her waist, leaning his head on hers, “No matter what happens Yn… I won’t ever leave your side.”

“And I won’t ever leave yours..” Yn reassured him, hugging his waist and hiding her face on his shoulder.

In the living room, Seungmin and Felix played Tekken, being anything but quiet and respectful while playing against each other. At the end of their match banging on the door filled the living room, Seungmin looked at Felix with a blank look, “Bet you your next paycheck it's the dumpling boy looking for Romeo and Juliet.”

“As if I’ll take that bet,” Felix joked getting up to open the door for their new guest. Opening the front door Felix saw Hyunjin and Changbin, who stood in front of Hyunjin.

“Hey, Bokki.. Can we come in?” Changbin in a hesitant tone. Felix glanced over his shoulder at Seungmin before sighing and stepping aside, allowing the two in. As expected, Hyunjin stormed past him, his jaw clenched and eyes burning with fury. Changbin followed quickly, his hand gripping Hyunjin’s shoulder in an attempt to hold him back.

“Where are they? I know Yn and that little shit are here, so where are they?” Hyunjin demanded, his voice sharp as he scanned the apartment, shrugging the hand off of him.

Seungmin sighed, pausing his game and setting the controller down. “Relax, drama queen.” But Hyunjin wasn’t in the mood for Seungmin’s teasing. He turned toward the closed door, his fists clenched. Before anyone could stop the quick little ferret, he stormed forward and swung the door open.

Yn and Jeongin, who had been in the middle of a hushed conversation, jumped at the sudden intrusion. Yn flinched, gripping Jeongin’s sleeve tightly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Hyunjin’s voice was like a blade, sharp and laced with venom as he glared at Jeongin. “You thought posting that was a good idea?”

Jeongin stood his ground, his expression hardening. “I’m not hiding her anymore, hyung. She’s my girlfriend, and I’m not ashamed of that. I love her! My love just won’t go away by your say so!”

Hyunjin let out a bitter laugh, stepping forward aggressively. “You think this is about hiding her? Do you seriously think just because you think you love her is enough?! You just made her a fucking target, dumbass!”

Yn pushed herself between them, placing her hands on Hyunjin’s chest to keep him back. “Stop it, Hyunjin! You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?” Hyunjin looked down at her, his expression darkening. “Do you know how much shit this is going to bring you? To him? To us!? Do you have any idea what people are going to say? What they’re going to do?!?”

Yn’s eyes welled with fresh tears, but she stood her ground. “I don’t care! I’ve been so desensitized to all the hate you don’t even see it!! I’ve been putting up with it all of my life Hyunjin!! And I’m tired of you always interfering with my life when it comes as an inconvenience to you!”

“You’re being reckless and fucking stupid, Yn,” Hyunjin snapped. “This isn’t just about you!”

Jeongin had enough. He grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, yanking him back. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

That was it. Hyunjin swung.

Jeongin barely dodged the first hit, but the second one caught his jaw, sending him stumbling back. Yn screamed for them to stop, trying to push her brother away, but to no avail.

“Hyunjin!” Changbin was the first to react, wrapping his arms around Hyunjin from behind and pulling him back. Seungmin grabbed Jeongin before he could retaliate, holding him in place. “Don’t,” he warned, voice firm.

Yn stood between them, shaking with anger. “I hate you, Hyunjin,” she spat, her voice breaking.

Hyunjin froze.

Yn wiped at her face aggressively, breathing heavily. “You always act like you’re protecting me, but all you do is suffocate me. And make everything worse, I’m done.”

Hyunjin’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with something unrecognizable before he tore himself from Changbin’s grip. Without another word, he turned and stormed out.

The apartment was silent except for Yn’s shaky breaths. Felix, Seungmin, and Changbin exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke.

Jeongin reached for Yn’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Hey… it’s okay.”

Yn swallowed hard, shaking her head. “No. It’s not.”And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t sure if things between her and Hyunjin would ever be okay again.

“So are we telling mom and dad—?” Seungmin spoke up referring to Chan and Minho. Earning him soft glares from his fellow group mates, Felix shook his head, silently reminding the puppy that it wasn’t time for jokes.

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deepestnightcolor · 5 months ago

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✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 8th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: Day eight, are you still around? I would be excited for you to be, and the next person behind the door is, too, I am pretty sure of that! Thank you so much for your time, I appreciate it! Do you like the holiday season, by the way?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alex (SDV) x Fem!Reader

��ᴄ: 3649 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: it is very domestic until its not, dirty talk, free use, degredation, teasing, manhandling, creampie, pining for you, mentions of exhibitionism.

Decorating your home with you had something so entirely domicile about it that it pulled at his heartstrings. Seeing you walk around in a Winterstar Sweater made by his beloved grandma, lovingly decorating the windowsills and the fireplace, even hanging up little ornaments all over the house – it just did something to him. The house smelled like hot cocoa and pine needles from the tree he had just set up in your living room and he heard Winterstar music play in the background, only adding on to these already strong feelings. Your eyes were shining so sweetly, making him sigh out loud. Yoba, he was in love with you. He had always thought that he was the happiest working out, and then you had come along, taking his emotions and giving them a good swirl. He remembered the day he had realized that he was in love with you – Granny Evelyn had been worried because he had had refused his breakfast. And now, look you, look at him. He was wearing a matching sweater, following you throughout the house with a box of decorations like a dutiful puppy.

You loved the winter holidays. Alex did, too, but even more so did he love you being absolutely in love with the season. He hadn’t minded sitting on the couch for hours to cut out some DIYs you had seen on Pinterest, had watched every soppy movie that had made you swoon, and now he was helping you place ornaments on the tree. “You sure chose a big one this year,” you chuckled, looking up at the tree. Alex puffed out his chest in joy, grinning at you wiggling his eyebrows. “Well, you’ve got a big living room and a big boyfriend. It only made sense that you get a big tree, too,” he grinned, reaching into the box to pick out a new ornament, just for his hand to come back empty. “Seems like we are out of decoration.” “Only the star is missing,” you told him, cradling it in your hands with such a care that it made his heart swell. You held it toward him, nodding to the tip of the tree. “Can you put it on? I won’t be able to reach it,” you smiled, eyes catching the fairy lights wrapped around the tree. Oh, Yoba. He just loved you. “I know a way to fix that,” he cooed, not allowing you to inquire about his hint, instead wrapping his big arms around your legs, lifting you high enough in the air for you to reach the top of the tree. The squeal that left you made him chuckle, pressing you firmly to his body – there was no way in hell that he would drop you, after all. “Can you reach it?” He asked when he didn’t feel you move after all, cheek pressed against your bare legs. Another nice perk of visiting you at your house, you didn’t usually bother wearing pants, especially when your top was long enough to cover your crotch, like the sweater did. Don’t blame the maker, though! She only had had Alex as a reference, which meant that the sweater reaching your thighs had been accepted with a hearty laugh. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, making Alex’s eyebrow quirk. What had gotten you so shy all of a sudden? His head tilted upward, and that’s when he saw it. You weren’t wearing pants, yeah, he knew that one. And it had seemed like you hadn’t bothered to put on panties, either. The way blood rushed to your boyfriend’s cock should have made him feel ashamed – the grey sweats that had been comfortable just moments before suddenly feeling like a prison. “You are…” “I know,” you laughed awkwardly, brain not taking long to realize what he had seen. Something else that didn’t take long was you finding yourself pressed against a wall, Alex’s muscular arms boxing you in with ease. “You did know that I was comin’ ‘round today, didntcha?” “Y-eah,” you murmured, lower lip caught between two sets of pearly whites, still a little breathless, too, with how fast you had been man-handled into this new position. “And you still decided not to wear panties?” He asked on, his thick thigh urging yours open to comfortably take position between them. “I-“ you began, swallowing thickly. Alex tilted his head, his fingers having found your nipples through the wool of the sweater, giving the nub a gentle pinch. Fuck, you were so hot, and you being flustered only added to it. “You?” He asked, his hand on its way to trail down further, hooking under the fabric of the hoodie, finding your clit with ease. Throbby little nob made your hips buck for the attention, you sweet little thing. Had you been waiting for this? He was pretty sure you had been waiting for this because the moment his finger traced through your folds, collecting wet and slick on the pad of his finger. Definitely waiting for this, huh?" He asked lowly, the tip of his dick tapping against your folds again, making your thighs twitch around his hips a second time. “Yes…,” you pouted, kissing at his jaw, wanting to add something else when suddenly, you could finally feel his thick head press against your needy fuckhole. “To do things like this?” He breathed, pushing his hips forward, urging your gummy walls to open for him. Fuck, yes. Exactly this was what you had been hoping for.

You let out a sigh that was very well bordering on a moan, but Alex wasn’t done asking questions yet. “Ready for me at all times, that’s what you fucking want? To be stuffed to. The. Brim?” He hissed, taking you by surprise as he suddenly sunk balls deep inside of you, cruelly stretching you thin with one swift movements. You squeaked out loudly, your fingernails digging into Alex’s broad shoulders, as you tried to at least adjust a little. “That’s what you had in mind, wasn’t it?” He whispered dirtily, pressing a short kiss into your neck, before letting your lips clutter together. He was kind enough to stay still for a moment, but brats like you needed to learn a lesson, right? You had been keeping this for Yoba knew how long, after all. Making him find out when decorating the damn tree, too. Your lips accepted his greedily, your tongue tracing over them in a silent apology, but the man wouldn’t take it. Not just yet. Not even when your pussy felt so good around him, clinging and sucking him off already, and he hadn’t even started moving yet. He would show you that he hadn’t been the only one missing out, he decided, pulling back his hips a little, just to sink forward again, stretching you just as thin as before. He messed around with that feeling a little, allowing your pussy to relax just a little before having to wrap around him completely again. The little moans and whines you gave him, combined with those little begs for more fell on deaf ears as Alex kept fucking you like this, the only difference he had started to make was pulling out further, his lips finding spots on your neck to suckle hickeys into. “Just decided to fucking run around without panties and didn’t tell me…fuck, babe, you are a fucking brat,” he snarled, making you pout again. “I just-“ “You just?” He hissed, hazel eyes finding yours again, and he finally, finally picked up speed. His pelvis snapped against yours as his cock bullied your wet walls open, your butt smacking against the wall whenever his crotch smacked against yours. Your eyes rolled, the ability to speak being replaced by moaning throatily. He was rougher now, too, pounding your little fuckhole with those precise, hard fucks that had the room spinning.

A grin had found its way on Alex’s face – he just loved watching you falling apart on the length of his dick. “Can’t fucking answer today, can you? Slutty enough to not wear panties around the house but not able to answer, is that how it goes? I will give you a fucking reason not to answer,” Alex growled, hands falling onto your hips to pin you tight against the wall as he thrusted into you, stuffing your cunt with hard and bullying thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself – not when you looked so beautiful when he bottomed out inside of you, not when your eyes rolled like this when he gave you another quick snap of his hips. Not when you sounded so, so good together, with your cunt squelching sloppily, not when you took him so. Fucking. Good. A small groan left his lips as he tucked his face into the safety of your neck, his fingernails digging into your hips. You just felt so fucking good, it was fucking breathtaking, making him pant into the crook of your neck. Your moans sounded so pretty, too, all high-pitched and needy, like he wasn’t pounding you hard enough for the frames next to your head to shake. Like you weren’t already struggling to fucking take it. But what he loved even fucking more was the fact that your moans matched the pace of his thrusts, falling from your lips in an endless flow when he fucked you fast, slowing down when he did. You were just perfect for him, weren’t you? Person and cunt – made for him.

“A-a-aleeeeex,” you whined out, your head bumping into his as your teeth found his shoulder to bite into, tearing a groan from him. Oh, you always played him dirty like this, just knew that biting him riled him up more, made him take you harder, and he fucking did. Balls smacking against you roughly as his dick bullied into you, the brunet making sure you felt. Every. Fucking. Inch. Of. Him. “Fuck!” You cried out, your toes curling, legs kicking as if you attempted to get away fro, him. The athlete lifted his head to take in your face, seeing that mouth hang open, those eyes absolutely dick drunken. Yeah, you were his, drunk on his cock, and he would make sure it fucking stayed that way.

“You like this, huh?” He panted, one of his hands leaving your hips to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling back your head to force your throat to be exposed, “being fucked against the wall like this? Fuck, you are so hot, baby. So pretty. Show me those tits, baby, come on,” he ordered, low moan making his throat vibrate when you lifted your sweater almost immediately. Your tits were bouncing so nicely for him, making him dip down his head and lick over one, then the other. You tasted like sweat and that Christmas cookies lotion he had gifted you, and Yoba, he could have drowned in your taste. Never wanted to taste anything but you again as his lips latched onto your nipple, shuddering at the lewd moan that filled the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If you kept up being this fucking perfect, he would cum. Fill you to the brim, make you take it fucking all. The thought alone made him moan again, the sound bleeding into the one that left your throat, all high-pitched and bumpy. “Alex, fuck, please, I am gonna cum, Alex-“ You yapped, your hand gripping the other tit, holding it toward Alex almost desperately. The brunet looked up at you with those dark green hazel eyes, the look in them were enough to make you whimper. “And you think I am gonna let you cum?” He breathed, letting his tongue drag over your other nipple before sucking it into his mouth. “Unghhh- please, yes!” You rambled, sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth when you felt his fucks growing just a tad slower, forcing you to really, really, take every single centimetre. “Mhhhh, didn’t hear you,” he murmured, spitting on your tit before, lips sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin. “Sounds like you don’t really wanna cum.” “Fuhuuuck, Alex!” You whined, gasping when an extra hard thrust bumped you into the wall. “Please! Please, pretty, pretty, pretty please let me cum! I need to cum, Alex, pretty please! I am going to be a good girl, promise! But please, please, pleaSE let me cum!” You sobbed, hands running through his hair as if it would do anything to convince him. “Hmmm,” Alex started, but he just couldn’t resist. He needed you to cum, too. His hips resumed their pace from before, crotch meeting your cunt in those sloppy kisses. Your back arched of your walls, hand finding your lover’s back again to hold onto as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. You were so, so close, and the stimulation to your nipples certainly helped you get closer to that edge. “Need you to cum ‘round my cock, baby. Need you to make the biggest mess around me, yeah? So I can fuckin’ pump you full, baby. Yeaaaah, clench ‘round me, I fuckin’ know that you love it when I pump you full. That’s it, baby, that’s it, damnnn, you are so… so hot. Gonna cum for me? Come on, baby, cum for me,” he coaxed against your chest, his bullying thrusts never ceasing.

“Al-alexxxxxx- Alexalexalex.” Your thighs were squeezing, legs twitching in an attempt to push away when you were finally pushed over the edge, but there was no fucking chance to get away from your boyfriend who held you with an iron grip, his eyes fixated on your cunt gushing creamy rings around his cock. Yoba, his balls were tight. You just always managed to drive him crazy, didn’t you? He was absolutely love-sick, dumb for you and your pussy. “That’sssss it, baby. Making a fucking mess f’me, that’s fuckin’ right, oh my Yobaaaa,” he groaned, his own head finally falling back. Your body felt so fucking hot, so prickly and gushy and warm, you were pretty sure that you were seeing stars already.

You were whining still, Alex’s thrusts slowly bordering on becoming too much, especially now that they were becoming less precise. A sloppy, rough mess, rutting away, riled up by greed and a nearing orgasm. Suddenly, your boyfriend’s body tensed up, low groan bubbling up his throat as he bottomed out inside of you, dick twitching as his dick drooled fat globs of cum inside of you. Alex was panting, whimpering your man as he tried to thrust it deeper, lower lip quivering at the feeling of his cock being milked by your clenching and spasming pussy. It felt like you wanted to suck him dry, having him shudder as his forehead carefully knocked against yours. His hips were giving some lazy, sloppy thrusts, hazel eyes that you had fallen in love with years ago meeting yours, and Yoba, he was whipped. The two of you shared a tired smile, one that spoke more than any words ever could.

However, Alex did need to share on more thing. He had to make a point, after all. “Next time we will apply this free-use thing to public, too, whatcha think? To make up for lost time, I mean.”

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andy-15-07 · 3 months ago

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Hi! Maybe a Paul Mescal fix about him and his girlfriend on a day date out in London? Maybe with their puppy?

Perfectly Simple

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 927 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The morning sun streamed through the cracks in the blinds, painting stripes across the bedroom floor. Y/n stirred, blinking against the sudden brightness. Paul was still asleep beside her, his arm draped loosely around her waist. A soft snore rumbled from the foot of the bed, and Y/n smiled, reaching down to ruffle the fur of their scruffy terrier, Bella, who was curled up in a ball.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, leaning down to kiss Paul's cheek.

He mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow and burrowed deeper into the sheets. Y/n chuckled, gently nudging him awake. "Come on, sleepyhead. It's a beautiful day. We're going to have a picnic in the park."

Paul groaned, but his eyes fluttered open. "Picnic? In the park?" He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "With Bella?"

"Of course with Bella," Y/n said, grinning. "She's been waiting all week."

Paul stretched, his long limbs unfolding like a cat. "Alright, alright. But I'm making the coffee." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of the coffee machine whirring soon filling the room.

Y/n slipped out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and a cozy sweater. She let Bella out into the garden, where the little dog immediately began sniffing around, her tail wagging furiously.

Soon, Paul was back, two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands. "Here you go, sleepyhead," he said, handing her a mug. "And don't call me sleepyhead. I'm wide awake now."

Y/n took a sip of the coffee, savoring the warmth. "Mmm, delicious. You know, you're a pretty good coffee maker."

Paul grinned. "I know." He ruffled her hair playfully. "Now come on, let's get this show on the road. Bella's getting antsy."

They packed a picnic basket with sandwiches, fruit, and a bottle of wine. Y/n threw a light blanket into the basket and grabbed a frisbee from the drawer.

"Ready?" Paul asked, slinging the basket over his shoulder.

"Ready," Y/n replied, grabbing Bella's leash.

They walked through the streets of London, the morning air crisp and invigorating. Bella pulled excitedly on her leash, eager to explore. They passed bustling cafes, quaint bookshops, and flower stalls overflowing with colorful blooms.

"Where are we going?" Y/n asked, curious.

Paul winked. "It's a surprise."

They finally arrived at Regent's Park, a sprawling green oasis in the heart of the city. The sun was shining, the air was filled with the sound of children laughing and birdsong. They found a secluded spot under a large oak tree and spread out the blanket.

"Perfect," Y/n said, laying back on the grass. "This is exactly what I needed."

Paul unpacked the picnic basket, laying out the sandwiches and fruit. Bella, sensing the impending feast, whined excitedly and pawed at the basket.

"Patience, girl," Paul chuckled, giving her a scratch behind the ears.

They ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the sunshine and the peaceful atmosphere.

"This is the best," Y/n said, sighing contentedly. "Just us, the park, and Bella."

"I know," Paul agreed. "It's perfect."

After lunch, they played frisbee with Bella, the dog chasing after the flying disc with joyous abandon. They laughed as she tumbled over the grass, her tongue lolling out.

"She's having so much fun," Y/n said, watching Bella with a smile.

"She loves it here," Paul said. "It's the perfect place for her to run around and burn off some energy."

They spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the park, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing easily.

"So," Y/n said, turning to look at him, "what's next?"

Paul shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Y/n admitted. "Maybe we could go for an ice cream?"

"Ice cream sounds perfect," Paul said.

They packed up the picnic basket and headed towards the ice cream stand. Bella, exhausted from her frisbee-playing, trotted happily beside them.

They each chose a scoop of their favorite flavor and sat down on a nearby bench.

"This is the life," Y/n sighed, licking her ice cream cone.

"It is," Paul agreed. "I wouldn't trade it for anything."

He reached across the bench and took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers.

"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too," Y/n replied, smiling.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's company.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Paul asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," Y/n said.

They strolled through the park, hand in hand, Bella trotting happily beside them. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the grass.

"This was the perfect day," Y/n said, looking up at him.

"It really was," Paul agreed. "Thank you."

They walked back to their apartment, feeling content and happy.

"I can't wait to do this again," Y/n said, as they unlocked the door.

"Me neither," Paul replied, pulling her close for a kiss.

Bella, sensing the affectionate mood, nudged her head against Paul's leg, demanding attention. He chuckled and scratched her ears.

"You too, girl," he said. "You too."

They spent the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa, watching a movie with Bella curled up between them. It was a simple evening, but it was perfect.

As they drifted off to sleep later that night, Y/n felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She had the perfect life: a loving boyfriend, a happy dog, and a life filled with joy and adventure.

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blue-jisungs · 1 year ago

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shotaro would be one of those aesthetic couple goals boyfriends who always has cute matching outfits to film tiktok dance covers in </3 (yeah this is huge brainrot for me, fic req if you want 😍)

shotaro as a bf

author's note. crying i love him sm ☹️☹️ i hope you like it zanzan teehee

ʚїɞ taro is definitely the type of bf to have matching things with his partner!! whether it’s clothes, phone cases, jewellry, bags, key rings… he’d love them to be cute n adorable :( kuromi-my melody, minnie-mickey, mario-daisy… you name it :( have you seen his clothes?? like taste,, i want his closet btw. but what i wanted to say is that he’d be down to buy a pink sweater in a millisecond just to match with you ☹️

ʚїɞ he’s so so thoughtful ohmigosh:( whenever he’s passing by a shop and sees something that he knows you’d like (or he just likes hehe), he’ll buy it right this second. same with food, too!! always brings you leftovers when he’s out with the boys or buys you souvenirs from the places they went to when filming content :(

ʚїɞ a big sucker for filming tiktoks and challenges with you, even if you’re not a dancer. he’ll be willing to teach you and guide step by step even if it takes the whole day. and ahhh this cute tiktok’s like yk,, leaving lipstick stains on his face, jumping at each other n all of that… his (and yours) drafts are filled with that. and taro watches them when he’s away from you <3

ʚїɞ he’s a human battery charger. taro is literally sunshine itself, vitamin c and happy pill?! so it’s only normal that when being his partner, he’s spreading that energy around him and it’s kinda… impossible to be sad or mad about anything when he’s here, next to you… smiling like :] and being so adorable… squishable…… cries. but he’ll go to the ends of the world to make you cheer up, everything in his willpower to make that frown upside down hehe >.<

ʚїɞ not a moment is full with him!! taking a spontaneous trip to japan during the weekend? he’s dragging you to the airport. craving a very specific meal that’s all across the town? already hopping in the car. something caught his eye during a walk? he’s running there like an excited puppy. you have a sudden outburst of energy and want to play basketball at 11pm? he’s already ballin’. taro also kind of gives me that vibe of someone who’d order silly stuff online so yeah… on some days you’d wake up to a package at the front door… it being the cat-shaped phone holders, a set of spoons looking like shovels, ice-cube makers in a shape of a lego man… and… more… ㅠㅠ

ʚїɞ speaking of japan, he’d love to talk to you in japanese (even if you don’t understand it) and flirt with you hehe~ he’d definitely try and teach you if you wanted because,, as someone said – the best way to practise your language skills is having a partner who speaks it lmao but yeah he loves when you speak japanese, even tho it’s not perfect it warms his heart <3 and the other way around too, he’d love to learn your native language too!! pls teach him >:)

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

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lying-on-floors · 7 months ago

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Ymir and Marco sibling headcanons:

Ymir is 2 years older than Marco

They're very close, like twins

They got matching undercuts when Marco turned 18. Ymir said it was a "right of passage" because she didn't want to admit that she wanted to match hair with her little brother before he left for college, even though it was only 2 hours away.

Speaking of college, Ymir visits him as often as she can, she'll pick him up from class and they'll go out to eat or to the mall or something, just to spend time together.

Ymir lovingly teases him for his taste in men, especially since he's currently dating Jean, his best friend since middle school, but she can't really talk because she's always been a simp for Historia.

Historia sets up double dates for herself, Ymir, Marco and Jean.

They were both called freckles by their cousin because he genuinely could not tell them apart for the longest time. Eventually, he was able to realize who was who.

They both tan very easily but their respective partners DO NOT.

Ymir always protected Marco from bullies and he would always treat any wounds she got.

Ymir is openly a little shit and it surprises people that Marco and her are siblings because they seem so different, but catch Marco on an off day, and he sounds just like her, profanity and all.

Ymir taught Marco to wrestle and fight growing up. He could easily knock out anyone who tried him, but he chooses not to.

Ymir and Marco has matching braided yarn bracelets they made as kids.

When Marco told Ymir that he and Jean were dating, she said "finally" and threatened Jean to not hurt her brother. He mentally shit himself, he was so scared.

Marco is one of the people Ymir respects and would do anything for.

Marco will call anyone out on their bs and Ymir will back him up. Marco is the talk and Ymir is the walk.

They're both kind of bitchy.

Ymir was always taller than Marco growing up but once theh hit puberty, they pretty much evened out their heights. Until, Marco grew a few inches during his Junior year. She was stuck at 5'8 and Marco shot up to 6'0.

Marco joked about majoring in law and order and becoming a criminal defense lawyer so he could keep her out of life jail sentences. He is now going for his nursing degree.

Ymir is a housewife to Historia and she is quite happy. Marco teases her about it bc Ymir used to always claim, "no one will tether me to house work," yet, her she is. Turns out she's okay with being a home maker as long as it's with her lesbian lover.

Ymir and Marco made a sideshow to convince their mom to get them a dog when they were little. It worked. They got a golden retriever puppy and named her "Bowie," because she had a bow on her collar.

Marco had a situationship gone bad when he was a freshman in high school. Ymir enlisted the help of Jean to get revenge.

Ymir and Marco share their closets back home. People think they have matching shirts or sweaters but no, they just steal em from one another, back and forth.

Marco got called "brace face" one time in middle school and Ymir beat the kids ass so bad that he had to get braces. She was suspended and sent to anger management, but no one bothered Marco again. Anyone who did would be unfortunate.

Marco got into a fight one time and beat the guys ass so bad. He didn't even let him get up. Ymir was so proud.

Marco and Historia have "scary guard dog privileges" during their outingd with Jean and Ymir, but they can handle themselves just fine.

Marco had Reiner as a classmate in his English class during high school and Ymir bullied him so bad because he used to date Historia, before she came out as a lesbian, that is. Marco feels bad because he only had two friends and Marco is just a sweet guy.

Jobs Ymir quit = Jobs Ymir got fired from. She would tell Marco what places were worth applying for and which ones weren't.

They have the same nervous twitch. [Scratching under their right ear]

They're both not leaders, but they are good at organizing, revolts in Ymir’s case, and general crowds in Marco's case.

Ymir used to do ballet. She still does, but only in her spare time.

Marco taught himself to play electric bass because he had a crush on Pete Wentz, Fall Out Boys bassist.

Marco and Ymir are both huge into civil rights and are advocates.

Marco is good at comforting people, and Ymir is not. It's a running inside joke between them that no one else gets.

They watched Little Miss Sunshine together when it came out and they sobbed during it.

The AU

More headcanons

The siblings

#aot modern au #attack on titan #attack on titan au #aot au #historia x ymir #ymir freckles #ymir aot #marco bodt #jean x marco #jeanmarco #marco bott #marco and ymir are siblings now #shingeki no kyojin #siblings #aot fanfiction #i love them so much #the siblings ever

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luckyroll3 · 8 days ago

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Down Puppy Chapter 2: Barks & Sparks

Masterlist and Summary

Warnings: This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only. Includes explicit sexual content, graphic language, etc. Author chooses to not extensively tag in order to preserve some elements of storytelling.

Word Count: 4,611

You step out of your car, the sound of barking and laughter drifting from the nearby building, your pulse a curious mix of excitement and panic. You're ready for this—at least, that's what you keep telling yourself as you smooth your designer jeans and sweater for the hundredth time. It's a far cry from the tailored suits and polished heels that have become your armor, but this is the new you. Incognito you. You hope it’s casual enough. You take a breath and head inside.

The shelter is a whirlwind of noise and activity, a blur of fur and color that makes your usual corner office seem like a distant planet. You're intimidated and thrilled, the smell of dog food and the sight of haphazardly stacked crates a jarring shift from mahogany desks and designer coffee makers. This is where you want to be. You think.

"Hey!" Patty's voice pulls you from your reverie, and you turn to find her smiling with the warmth of someone who hasn’t spent her life buried in spreadsheets. She throws her arms around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug. "Still sure you want to dive into this madness?"

You nod, feeling a flutter of anticipation and something that might be the beginnings of an anxiety attack. "I'm ready. But, um, remember—just introduce me by my nickname, okay?"

Patty laughs, a sound like a familiar hug. "Got it. Our major donor undercover. Love it!"

She leads you through the chaos, pointing out various rooms and introducing you to the blur of volunteers, all while dodging a parade of dogs that weave around your feet. It's a mess, a glorious, barking mess, and you feel an odd thrill at the thought of being part of it.

"This is Tisha," Patty gestures to a woman who seems to be wearing the entire rainbow, a flurry of scarves and jangly bracelets. “Tish, meet our new volunteer.” She gives Tisha your nickname.

Tisha beams, instantly pulling you into a hug that leaves you smelling vaguely like patchouli. "Welcome to the circus!"

You're introduced to more dogs than people, and your head is spinning as you try to keep up. You barely register when Tisha says, "And here’s Seungmin! He’s going to show you the ropes."

He turns to greet you, and it's like everything else fades to a blur of insignificance. Tall and boyishly handsome with a dangerous edge, he’s all disheveled hair, honey-toned skin, and rolled-up sleeves, his grin a mix of charm and mischief that feels like it was designed to make you forget your own name.

"New volunteer, right?" He extends a hand, his voice teasing. "Hope you're ready to get your hands dirty."

You take his hand, and the contact is electric, a jolt that leaves you blinking. "Absolutely," you say, breathless against your will.

He gestures to your outfit, eyes dancing. "This is cute. I bet you won't last a week," he teases with a chuckle.

You fire back with a grin, "And you think you're going to survive training me? Many others have tried and failed."

“They weren’t me.” He winks and finally drops your hand, but his gaze never leaves yours.

Patty and Tisha exchange a look. “Play nice Minnie,” Patty says.

"Don't worry," Seungmin says, his grin softening into something almost sincere. "I'll take good care of her."

You think he means the training, but there's an undercurrent to his words that makes your stomach flip. This is dangerous territory, you know, but a part of you—the part that’s tired of playing it safe—wants to dive in headfirst.

Tisha interrupts, “We know you will, Seungmin. You’re the best.” She turns to you, her enthusiasm almost dizzying. “Seungmin’s been with us for years. He’s like part of the furniture now.”

“Just here when I can be,” he shrugs modestly. “Work keeps me pretty busy these days.”

“Oh yeah? What do you do?” you ask, genuinely curious and maybe hoping he’s something ridiculous like a male model or an actor.

“I’m a code monkey over at NextGen,” he says casually.

“I don’t know why he’s always so modest. He’s more than a code monkey; he’s a software developer,” Tisha says exasperated. “For one of their major products.”

Your heart skips. Of course he is. You study his face, waiting for the moment of recognition that must be coming, the awkward realization that will spoil this little fantasy before it even starts. But it doesn’t come.

He has no idea who you are. And it’s refreshing.

You seize the moment and say, “NextGen? I hear they're a pretty great company.” Patty chuckles at your attempt to casually get compliments about your own company as she walks away to speak to another volunteer.

He runs a hand through his hair, making it stick up in a way that should be stupid but is somehow devastating. “Yeah, they’re all right I guess. I do enjoy working there. The CEO just took a sabbatical though, so things will be... interesting.”

You bite your lip, considering your next move. If he doesn’t know who you are yet, this could be your chance to see things from an employee’s perspective—unfiltered and raw. It could also be a disaster if he finds out.

“How about you?” Seungmin asks, tilting his head with genuine curiosity.

“I actually just got hired a few weeks ago at a new startup,” you lie, hoping your face isn’t as transparent as it feels.

He pauses, studying you with those dangerously perceptive eyes that seem to peel away layers. "What kind of start-up is it?"

Shit. You hadn't thought this far ahead. "It's… a tech company. We’re developing a..." Your mind scrambles like a hard drive on the verge of crashing. "... a new app for dog lovers. Something to help them find pet-friendly places and connect with other owners."

His eyebrows lift, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head. "Sounds like a cool project. So you're a coder too, then?"

"Something like that," you say, noncommittal, trying to steer the conversation away from this perilous cliff. "I’m actually a software engineer and used to code a lot more in the past. Now I mostly handle operations, the business end of things. It's a big change from what I'm used to, but I’m great at it."

"Change can be good," he says, and there's a softness in his voice now, an empathy that makes you wonder if he’s been through a similar upheaval. "So, this is all just temporary for you? The startup, the volunteering?"

You hesitate, not sure how much to reveal. "I'm not sure yet. I'm trying to figure things out."

He nods, as if he understands the unspoken complexities of your situation. "Well, figuring things out can take time. Just make sure you enjoy the process."

Enjoy the process. The words linger in your mind, echoing with a truth you're not ready to confront. This whole thing—the sabbatical, the shelter, even this flirtation with Seungmin—is supposed to be a break from your real life, a temporary detour. But the way he says it makes you wonder if you’re missing the point.

"Thanks," you say, and you mean it, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re thanking him for.

You try to look away but you can’t, trapped in those gorgeous brown eyes of his.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly as the two of you stare at each other. “You’ll do great here.”

You're going to like it here. Maybe too much.

You and Seungmin are lost in each other's eyes, the silence stretching just long enough to become loaded with unspoken words. Neither of you moves or speaks, as if any sudden action might break whatever spell has been cast.

Then, chaos.

A small, scrappy terrier mix comes barreling down the hallway, a blur of brown fur and manic energy. Someone yells, "Peanut! Get back here!" but it's already too late. The dog skids around a corner on tiny paws, making a beeline for the front door.

"Peanut's loose!" someone calls, but the pup is already halfway to freedom, tail wagging like a flag of victory. The whole shelter seems to react at once, dogs barking their support, people scrambling to cut him off.

“That little shit,” Seungmin mutters with sigh, but there's a glint of excitement in his eyes as he springs into action. "Peanut’s an escape artist. Come on." He grabs your hand and pulls you along, the sudden contact sending another electric jolt through you.

You stumble at first, but quickly find your pace alongside him. The rush of adrenaline is a welcome distraction from whatever the hell was brewing between you two. You run together down the hallway, weaving around volunteers and stacks of crates, your heart pounding from more than just the exertion.

Peanut’s little body moves with the precision of an Olympic hurdler. He’s fast, darting under tables and slipping past grasping hands with gleeful abandon. The chase is on.

You have to admire the dog's sheer willpower; he's like a furry missile locked onto its target.

Peanut takes a sharp turn into what looks like a break room, and Seungmin slows just enough to peek around the corner before lunging in. You follow close behind, nearly colliding with him as he tries to block Peanut's path with a chair.

The terrier skids to a stop, eyes wide with canine glee, then makes a beeline for a stack of boxes in the corner. He leaps onto them with the agility of a cat, sending the top box flying, Then he turns and runs directly towards you.

"He's all yours!" Seungmin's voice is breathless with excitement. You try to grab Peanut, but he wiggles right through your fingers, between your legs, and out the room. Seungmin laughs. His grin is infectious as he vaults the stack of boxes and pushes past you, trying to catch up with the dog. You follow, not willing to let him show you up, the thrill of the chase making you forget everything else.

Peanut jukes left, and you both swerve to follow, nearly colliding as you skid around a corner. It's more exhilarating than anything you've done in ages, the chaos a stark contrast to the orderly world you've left behind.

"Get him, newbie!" Tisha's voice cheers you on from somewhere in the mayhem, and you feel a surge of determination.

Peanut slips under a fence, popping out the other side like a jack-in-the-box on speed. You drop to the floor, lunging for him, but he's already out of reach, and you find yourself laughing, breathless and alive.

"How is he this fast?" You gasp, sharing a disbelieving look with Seungmin.

"Years of practice," he quips, dodging a pile of kibble that spills in Peanut's wake.

You're almost out of breath, but you're not about to admit defeat. You follow Seungmin down a narrow hallway, Peanut just ahead, a flurry of ears and enthusiasm. It's wild and exhilarating, a stark contrast to the meticulously planned life you're used to.

Seungmin makes a sudden move, diving low, and Peanut veers straight toward you. It's the opportunity you've been waiting for. You reach out, scooping him up in a flurry of squirming paws and yips.

"Gotcha!" you shout, triumphant and panting, as Seungmin skids to a halt beside you.

The two of you are doubled over, breathless with laughter, Peanut wriggling between you like the world's furriest trophy as he alternates licking both of your faces. There's a spark in the air, something unspoken but undeniably there, as you catch your breath and share a look that says this is just the beginning.

"Told you you’d do great here," Seungmin says, eyes dancing with mischief and something more.

"Didn’t think I’d have to outrun you to do it," you shoot back, feeling a thrill at how easy this banter is.

Peanut sneezes, as if in protest of being captured, and the two of you dissolve into laughter again. You're winded, a little overwhelmed, and more alive than you've been in years.

You think you could get used to this.

****

You’ve checked your phone so many times it’s a miracle the battery isn’t dead, the little screen a lifeline to the world you’re trying to escape. The barrage of emails and texts sits unanswered, a siren song of responsibility that pulls at you even as you try to ignore it. You take a deep breath and force yourself to focus on the chaos at hand.

Running a company is one thing, you think, but running from dogs? Entirely different. You're covered in a fine layer of dog hair and drool, the exact opposite of your usual pristine appearance. But beneath the uncertainty, there's a thrill, a burgeoning sense of freedom that battles with the gnawing anxiety in your gut.

"You're going to wear out your thumbs," Seungmin teases, coming up beside you with Bear, the gentle Saint Bernard who looks more like a small horse.

You tuck your phone away, as if ignoring it will make it disappear. "Just checking in," you say, trying to sound casual. "The new start-up is, um, chaos."

"Seems to be a trend," he replies, gesturing to the noisy scene around you.

Bear leans against your leg, a mountain of fur and friendliness, and you scratch him absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to NextGen. Is Chris handling things? Has the business fallen apart in your absence? You’re not used to not knowing, and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying.

The three of you start walking.

"So, who’s funding the startup you’ve joined?" Seungmin asks, his tone light but curious.

You scramble for an answer, but before you can spin another lie, your phone buzzes loudly. It's Felix, and you have a sinking feeling that always comes with the sight of his name in the middle of the day.

"Hey boss," Felix's voice crackles through the speaker. "We have a crisis here. I need your input on—"

"Can't," you interrupt, casting a sideways glance at Seungmin. "I’m, um, kind of busy."

"Busy?" Felix echoes, his disbelief palpable. "We’re on fire!"

You hesitate, the pull of your old life strong and insistent. You catch Seungmin watching you, an unreadable expression on his face, and you know the web of your lie is unraveling fast. This is your chance to choose.

“Things here are bananas. And Chris—,”

You cut Felix off. "Can handle it," you say, the words escaping in a huff. "I trust him. And you need to, too," you say in a quieter voice.

Felix sighs, a sound like the end of the world. "If you say so, but—"

"I do. Gotta go." You hang up, staring at the phone like it's a grenade about to explode.

Seungmin raises a brow, clearly impressed by either your decision or your ability to end a call quickly. "Seems like you’re trying to… give up control?"

You shrug, the uncertainty a knot in your stomach but mixed with a strange lightness. "New year, new me?" You grin.

The doubt and disbelief in your voice is hard to miss, but Seungmin's expression softens, his admiration taking you by surprise. "Bet it'll be more fun than you think. Letting someone else take charge."

Bear huffs a great doggie sigh that makes both of you laugh, and in that moment, something shifts. You're here, in this messy, unpredictable world, and maybe it's exactly where you need to be.

****

Max regards you with eyes full of mistrust and an air of dramatic betrayal, his scruffy body barely fitting in the plastic tub. You can't blame him. You're not feeling particularly trustworthy yourself as you stare at the hose, the bucket, and the array of canine shampoos like they're conspiring against you.

This is nothing like running a company. You’re woefully underprepared, like you’ve shown up to a board meeting in pajamas, and Max seems to know it. He squirms, and you miss the shampoo entirely, squeezing half the bottle onto your shoes instead. This is not going well.

"How hard can it be?" you mutter, trying to ignore the growing puddle at your feet. "It's just a fucking bath."

Max lets out a yelp, more indignant than scared, as the first splash of water hits him. He shakes, drenching you in a flurry of droplets, and the whole thing quickly devolves into a scene worthy of a slapstick comedy.

"Stop!" You laugh, not sure if you want to cry or join him in the wet chaos. The hose has a mind of its own, and you're just trying to survive.

Seungmin appears at the door, taking in your drowned-rat appearance with an amused smirk. "Need a hand, or do you have this all under control?"

You attempt to glare at him, but it loses something with water dripping down your nose. "I don't suppose you know anything about shampooing a dog that won’t sit still?"

"I might," he says, rolling up his sleeves and getting down next to you. His presence is warm and unexpectedly comforting, and you wonder if he has this effect on everyone or if it's just you.

His hand brushes against yours as he reaches for the hose, and there's a moment, a spark that tingles and spreads, until Max decides to add his two cents with another well-timed shake, a cascade of water droplets hitting Seungmin in the face.

"Guess I deserved that," Seungmin laughs, grabbing a second bucket and turning this into more of a team effort.

Max has other plans, though, and as the two of you juggle the hose and shampoo, you find yourself caught in a splash war, water flying everywhere, laughter filling the gaps where words usually go. It's messy, uncontrolled, and exactly the kind of chaos you're learning to love.

"You're soaked!" you gasp, dodging a spray of water and managing to splash Seungmin in retaliation. "And you thought I wouldn't last the week?"

He grins, eyes alight with mischief. "You're full of surprises." His eyes flick down to your heaving chest, the damp fabric of the t-shirt clinging to you, outlining your breasts. You feel your nipples harden under his gaze.

There’s something under his words, a recognition that this is more than just playful banter. The splashing slows, the space between you shrinking until Max finally manages to steal the spotlight again, bolting from the tub in a victorious burst.

You're both dripping, a soggy but victorious mess, and the laughter that follows feels like it's about more than just the moment. You meet Seungmin's eyes, and everything else seems to blur out of focus, leaving just the two of you and the undeniable connection that's growing between you.

"So," you say, breathless and grinning, "who do you think got more water—the dog or us?"

Seungmin shrugs, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "I think we're going to need a bigger tub."

There's an unspoken promise in the way he looks at you, a hint of what this could become, and it's as thrilling as it is terrifying. The chaos of the shelter seems suddenly manageable, the mess a backdrop to something much more intriguing.

And for the first time, you're not thinking about work or crises or responsibilities. You're thinking about him.

****

The gallery is a kaleidoscope of light and color, but none of it compares to the way Hyunjin looks at you, as if you're the only piece of art worth seeing. His smile is a dare, an invitation, and you're already buzzing with the anticipation of what the night will bring.

He moves with fluid grace, hair catching the light as he weaves through the crowd to meet you. The way his eyes rake over you, taking in the dress you picked out with him in mind, sends a shiver of expectation down your spine. He knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you.

"Thought you might've gotten lost," he teases, pulling you in for a kiss that's a little too long and involves a little too much tongue for public decency and just short enough to leave you wanting more.

"Never," you reply, breathless and grinning, your fingers brushing the soft fabric of his shirt. He's dressed like he knows he's going to end up taking it off, and the thought makes your pulse quicken.

The art is an afterthought as you wander through the exhibit, more aware of his hand on your ass than the paintings on the wall. He leans in close, whispering sly commentary that has you stifling laughter and heat rising to your cheeks.

You find yourself backed against a column, his body flush against yours, his lips grazing your ear. "We could just get out of here," he murmurs, voice as smooth as velvet and just as decadent.

"Or we could stay," you counter, your hands roaming under his jacket, "and find some trouble here."

His eyes darken with something wild and thrilling, and you're both moving before anyone can notice. The bathroom is deserted, and the second the door closes, his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding, igniting something reckless in both of you.

You're pressed against the sink, the hard edge digging into your back in a way that only heightens the urgency of your need. His hands are everywhere, lifting your dress and pulling you close, and you respond with equal fervor, unbuttoning his jeans, your fingers a frantic blur.

"Hell," he groans as you slip your hand inside, finding him already hard and ready. "That feels good."

You don't have the breath to respond as his mouth crashes against yours. When you feel him step forward in between your legs, you gently push him away. “Condom,” you whisper in his ear.

He nods, hand moving to his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. He pulls out the small black square and rips it open with his teeth. He quickly rolls it on.

He hikes your dress higher, yanks aside the lace of your thong and lines up his cock against your pussy in a way that makes you gasp at the audacity of it. He thrusts into you, sudden and deep, and any pretense of restraint goes up in flames.

The slap of skin against skin echoes in the small room, the rhythmic pounding against the sink mingling with breathless pants and the sinful sound of slick bodies in motion. You're past caring if anyone hears, lost in the raw heat of him fucking you with abandon.

He's relentless, driving into you with the kind of determination that has you clawing at his back, legs wrapped around his waist as you chase the white-hot edge of release. "Hyunjin," you gasp, voice strangled with need and just enough desperation to make him grin against your lips.

"Say it again," he demands, pounding into you so hard the world blurs into a single point of breathtaking pleasure. “I like hearing your voice moan my name.”

His name becomes a mantra, spilling from your lips as you come apart, his thrusts prolonging the high until you're shattered and spent, clinging to him like he's the only solid thing in your universe.

You feel him stiffen, his rhythm faltering as he grinds deep and stays there, groaning your name like a benediction. It's reckless and messy and everything you've been craving without knowing it.

He holds you there, the aftershocks shuddering through both of you, and you feel a wild sense of exhilaration and freedom that rivals the intensity of the climax. You're laughing, breathless and a little bit scandalized by how hard you went for this.

Hyunjin kisses you, slow and savoring, a stark contrast to the urgency of before. "You're insane," he says, admiration in every syllable.

"And you love it," you reply, still tangled together in a way that feels dangerously addictive.

He's grinning, wide and bright, as he disentangles and pulls you back to your feet. The mirror reflects two very satisfied accomplices, and you think maybe, just maybe, this carefree side of yourself is one worth keeping.

The gallery outside seems tame, the art a little less provocative compared to what you've just done.

****

The shelter is alive with its usual symphony of barks and chatter, but it feels different today, the chaos no longer a threat but a thrilling promise. You find yourself at the center of it, surprisingly calm amidst the whirlwind, thinking about how much your world has shifted in just a week.

A week of catching dogs and dodging emails. Of getting in over your head and getting out of it by the skin of your teeth. A week of Seungmin and his knowing smile, interspersed with Hyunjin and his boundless energy. It's exciting and terrifying, and for the first time, you're not sure which you like more.

"You look deep in thought," Patty's voice brings you back to the present, and you find her watching you with a knowing expression. She's covered in more dog hair than usual, and it suits her.

"Just thinking about this," you admit, gesturing to the mayhem around you. "I'm not used to being so... out of control."

She nods, leading you to a corner of the room where you can hear each other over the din. "That's part of the adventure, isn't it?"

"I'm not sure I was ready for it," you confess, your honesty surprising even yourself. "I thought it would be easier to let go."

Patty smiles, and it feels like she's handing you a gift. "I used to be like you, you know. High-powered job, couldn't let anyone else take the wheel."

You blink, caught off guard. "Really? How did I not know this."

She nods, her eyes full of the kind of wisdom that only comes from experience. "And then I realized I was missing the point. Life's a lot more fun when you let it surprise you."

Her words settle into you, warm and reassuring, and something shifts. You've been clinging to control, afraid to let it slip, but now you wonder if that's been holding you back more than anything.

You think about Seungmin, his chaotic energy and the way it makes everything feel less rigid and more like an invitation. You think about Hyunjin and the wild, reckless freedom of being with him.

Maybe letting go isn't as scary as you thought. Maybe it's exactly what you need.

"You really think I can do this?" you ask, the vulnerability in your voice a sharp contrast to the steely confidence you're used to projecting.

"I think you already are," Patty replies, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Her words echo in your mind, a mantra that drowns out the doubts and replaces them with something thrilling and new. You feel lighter, the anxiety giving way to excitement as you dive back into the fray.

This time, the chaos doesn't overwhelm you. You throw yourself into the shelter work, the mess and unpredictability a challenge you're more than ready to meet. The prospect of the unknown fills you with a sense of freedom you've never let yourself have.

You're smiling more, laughing at the things that used to frustrate you, and feeling a joy that's as unexpected as it is invigorating. It's a new way of living, one that's less about plans and more about possibilities.

The month ahead stretches out, an adventure waiting to happen, and you're ready to see where it takes you. It might be messy and unpredictable, but for once, that's exactly what you want.

You’re determined to embrace it all—dirt, chaos, and the unpredictability of it all. It's a freedom you never knew you needed.

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I saw Crimson Peak on your list and got excited because Charlie Hunnam's character often gets overlooked! I wonder if you'd have some little fluff about him (fall/gothic aesthetics would be most welcome)

I'm so glad to find another Alan fan! He's really an underrated character in the film. I'm a little brain dead due to some health issue flare ups at the moment, so hopefully a list of headcanons is okay:

Alan loves your spooky/gothic aesthetic when it comes to your clothes. Even though other people thought it made you stick out like a sore thumb, it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place.

When fall rolls around, he 100% helps you go all out with the decorations and proudly wears matching cozy sweaters with you (were sweaters a thing in his time period? Not sure, but we're gonna roll with it).

I'm not 100% sure when Halloween became close to the thing it is now, but it's my fav holiday, so again, we're gonna roll with it. He loves watching you put so much care and love into either choosing or making a costume and loves to match you once the holiday approaches. He'll help you dress up the outside of your house or porch to draw trick or treaters, dresses up with you, and loves helping you pass out candy. In between trick or treaters, he's so happy to just sit on the porch and talk to you.

If you'd rather throw a costume party, he's completely on board for that too. He's helping you hang the decorations that go up high and insists on lifting anything heavy for you. If you're a handmade decoration/costume kind of person, he's showering your work in compliments and will be over the moon if you make something for him.

Speaking of costumes, he lets you go all out on any spooky facepaint/makeup that will complete his look.

He loves taking fall walks with you and thinks it's adorable when you purposely walk on the fallen leaves to get that satisfying crunch and will do it with you. Anyone watching might think you two are being childish, but you're too busy having fun crouching leaves and giggling with him.

He's always making sure you bundle up enough - he is a doctor after all and wouldn't want you to catch a cold. But of course if you do, he's there to the rescue and insists on taking expert care of you. If you don't have or didn't bring a good enough coat, he'll offer up his (never mind the fact that he's risking a cold himself; "don't worry, I'm a doctor, I'll nurse myself back to health in no time").

He becomes an expert hot chocolate/tea/coffee (whatever your preference is) maker just for you and will make the coziest set up by the fireplace with hot drinks, blankets, and whatever books/hobbies you two enjoy together.

I can totally see him also being the type to plant some apple trees in his backyard pre-relationship specifically so he can learn to make cider and bring it to you as a way to impress you.

If you know how to knit or crochet and make him some gloves or a sweater for the incoming cold season, he gives you the biggest puppy eyes when you give them to him. He'll treat them like gold and hardly ever has them away from his person.

He never knew much about the gothic aesthetic before he met you, but is fascinated by it once you introduce it to him - especially if he visits your house and it's designed/decorated in that style - and thinks it's gorgeous.

If he sees something in a shop that he thinks you'd like that would match your love of all things fall and/or goth, he'll buy it for you without hesitation and be so cute and bashful about giving it to you.

He won't hear a word if anyone tries to insult your style and reminds you he thinks you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.

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Dorian, Kinslayer, and Ollie.

Contents warnings for occasional swearing and brief mentions of sexual situations.

Left to right: PotatoLord's Persona Creator and commissioned art by rosieartsie

Dorian St-Ange

They/them

Human

Sagittarius 🏹

Nonbinary

Demiace/biromantic

Strengths: Dauntless optimism, social, charismatic, curious, talkative, always prepared, protective, compassionate, not easily intimidated

Weaknesses: Self-sacrificing peacekeeper, head gets lost in the clouds sometimes, blames themselves when things go wrong, way too comfortable bossing vampires around

Likes: Vampires, dinosaurs, romance, coats/jackets/sweaters, mangos and pineapples, snow (until they have to shovel it)

Dislikes: the Coven, mosquitos, minimalism, snobbery

Hobbies: Going to museums, reading trashy vampire novels, daydreaming, cooking/baking, keeping in touch with family and friends, distributing subversive literature/materials

Emotional Baggage: 6/10 for some Coven-related trauma. But strong family and community ties have helped Dorian become a well-rounded person

Affection: Touches creatures they shouldn't honestly 10/10

Friendship: Makes casual friends by the truckload, and will happily deepen a connection when interest/effort is mutual. Will always remember your birthday and is an amazing friend to have in your corner 10/10

Flirting: Interprets subtle attempts as friendliness, so being upfront is encouraged. Strongly prefers romantic gestures and being wooed. Is uncomfortable with spicier banter until they've established both emotional and physical attraction. 8/10

Left to right: PotatoLord's Persona Creator, commissioned art by colinarcartperson, Windswept OC Maker

Kinslayer (no it's not their real name, but if you play your cards right they just might tell you what is)

Any/all pronouns

Psychic vampire (class one)

???

Genderfluid

Pan/look, the romance thing is hard to gauge with half their soul torn out so let's not worry about labels

Strengths: Unstoppable killing machine, mind-reading, supernatural power/speed/abilities, no reflection/can't be filmed under normal circumstances, long lifespan full of experience, savior of the broken, beaten, damned, etc.

Weaknesses: Difficulty controlling destructive urges because of the whole tattered soul thing, cursed with a terrible fate, really hard to floss when they can't see themself in a mirror

Likes: Tacos, creators who leave a piece of themselves in their work, good tobacco, the little sounds humans make in their throats when someone pulls their heads back by the hair and kisses them

Dislikes: Hierarchies (esp divine ones), pearl-clutchers, the way history tends to repeat itself, bacon that isn't crispy

Hobbies: Mind-melding with animals, reading, music, avoiding their fate, adding to their motley assortment of unlikely friends now and then

Affection: They'll definitely pet somebody who's willing. Whether it could be called affection is a matter of perspective. Or taste 6/10

Friendship: It takes no small amount courage, but if you can pull it off Kinslayer is equally fantastic as protection from other monsters, a giver of sound advice, or somebody to just vibe with. 9/10 due to the lingering fact they'd want to eat your soul even more after becoming closer

Flirting: 10/10 if your thing is a) being a tad scared + turned on, b) a lover who could actually read your mind, and/or c) a dom who can do masc, femme, and more. They can go through the motions otherwise, but their hmmm heart won't be in it 6/10

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Oleander "Ollie" Blume

She/her

Bloodborn

Scorpio 🦂

Trans

Lesbian/homoromantic

Strengths: Getting away with murder, survival, succeeding out of pure spite, pretending she doesn't care, shutting Renato up

Weaknesses: Misplaced loyalty, self-destructive, thinks she has no purpose outside of being a weapon, just all-around mean

Likes: Devil music, black lipstick, kittens/puppies/ducklings, being left the hell alone, making Mergus proud, outclassing Renato always

Dislikes: Cultists, patronizing shitheads, goodie-two-shoes, anyone who dares to disrespect Mergus

Hobbies: Learning new ways to kill things, video games (RPGs mostly), drawing, checking up on her sisters Violet and Lily's descendants

Affection: On par with a rattlesnake 2/10

Friendship: There are people who are useful to her, and those who aren't. Go ahead. Prove her wrong. She dares you 2/10

Flirting: 10/10 if you're into being yelled at by metal/goth girls. She can usually be civil long enough to pick someone up in a bar otherwise though 7/10

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bunnyyamor · 2 years ago

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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ shower sex

having simon away for so many months has made u lonely and miss him. but all of a sudden; he’s home, tired and exhausted. u know exactly how to make him relaxed.

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you stared out the window, sipping coffee in your sweater as you reminisced on memories of you and your simon. your eyes landed on a tree, sensing the wind picking up. you loved simon but loving him was hard and you knew he struggled as well. lovers were meant to be together, to see each other, holding, kissing, conversing. you missed that when he was gone and you knew he missed you too from letters and just knowing simon so well. you knew he was doing what was best, fighting, he was the one sacrificing but you felt you were sacrificing as well. you were sacrificing your man, sacrificing the feeling of always, all the time being comforted. instead, you embraced loneliness as your friend. and yet all of those ups and downs, you still needed simon, you still wanted to be his girl. you didn’t want it any other way.

you fogged up the window and drew a heart on it, putting your initials and simon’s. “i miss my baby.” you pouted as you took your phone out and saw the wallpaper on it was you kissing his cheek. he was so rough around the edges and you were his escape. your personality was sweet, happy go lucky, that is probably why you two meshed so well together. you were the misses that brought him back down to earth, that made him feel safe, loved. he was the bull and you were the china shop.

“hopefully daddy can be here soon,” you patted your puppies ears. every time you saw your dog you saw simon because simon had him trained so he would protect you when he was gone.

simon was said to be back in a couple months. for some reason that seemed like years to your ears. you were always wanting that maybe he could get back sooner, the door opening to him all dirty, dusty, needing a shower but here, present.

outside was finally raining. it was a gloomy day and for some reason that made you feel more alone. “i sometimes hate the fuckin rain.” you muttered. you thought about what you said and laughed out loud to yourself. boy did you sound like your man. he was rubbing off on you already.

you read the time and saw it was getting late. you still needed to shower and do your 10-step skin care routine. the memory of simon teasing you about your steps made you smile. how you missed your brit. you wrapped yourself in your sweater and was about to head into your room when you heard the door to your home creak. the doorknob jiggling. your dog ran straight for the door, making sure you were behind him as he barked non-stop. the person at the door wouldn’t stop. if this was someone trying to sell something or a stranger they wouldn’t be so persistent on getting in. quickly you head to your wardrobe and from the drawer you retrieve your handgun. simon had gifted it to you a couple months into you two dating. legs apart, gun pointed straight for the door, you waited for the intruder to get in. they were about to have a bullet between their eyes and meet their maker.

finally, the door opened, and in quickly stepped-

“simon?” you questioned.

simon wiped his boots on your welcome mat, he was drenched from the rain. his eyes hadn't met yours yet but when they did you could tell he was smiling under his balaclava from the way his eyes crinkled. “good girl.” his voice sounded tired.

“oh baby,” you dropped your gun and ran to him. everytime he came home you cried. cried that he was safe and really in your arms. simon always said you were very emotional. even though simon was tired he still accepted your running form and picked you up in his arms. “hello, love.”

“i missed you.” you embraced him, not caring if he smelled of sweat and dirt. you kissed his masked covered cheek. then, gently, you lifted it up and took it off him. to think you were the few people to see his beautiful face. his eyes softened. you could tell there were so many things he wanted to say but there wouldn’t be enough time. “i’ve missed you more, baby.”

your clean, soft hands caressed his stubble that was growing perhaps because of the length of the trip back home. your plump lips landed on his rough ones. it felt so perfect kissing him. something you were missing was finally here again. you didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. you wanted him to truly know how much you loved him. you wrapped your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. your tongue lightly licked his lips and you felt a pinch on your side. “oww,” you chuckled, knowing what simon was talking about.

“naughty girl,” he growled, making you throw your head back in laughter. “you know what you do to me.”

“you’ve been a good boy right?” you joked, hopping out of his arms and leading him back to the room.

“if you’re asking if i’ve cheated on you, my love, the answers no. i couldn’t, haven’t gotten the time.”

your smile disappeared and instead you wore a scowl. “ha ha very funny,” rolling your eyes.

simon smirked as he gave a deep chuckle, “i knew you would get mad. i like seeing you lose your temper.”

“yeah, don’t have much patience nowadays. besides, i get grumpy if someone were to touch my man.”

“don’t worry, darling. i’m all yours.”

you felt this happiness deep within your heart. the whole that was there when he left was filled now just seeing him. you felt bad however to see him so tired.

he stood before the mirror, ready to take his uniform off.

“no babe. let me.” your eyes looked up at him through your lashes. “let me take care of you.” you immediately started to take off his boots, so gingerly. his eyes never left yours. it expressed so much love for you. he was a man of few words but his look said enough. he appreciated you and cherished you so much.

you finally were to his uniform shirt. half lidded, having to feel his skin, you gently lifted it above his head. he always caught your breath. he was very fit, and had chest hair. you could feel your body warm up as his chest was inches away from your face. simon put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up. your eyes flashed to the scars he had on his chest. they made you worried because each had a story, a story that might have ended so differently. your nails delicately grazed each one.

“it’s not as bad as it looks,” simon said jokingly.

each deserved love. so you kissed one scar, then the next. eyes closed as you gave a peck to each scar.

you noticed simon’s breathing was quickening and he was groaning. both of you were touch starved and were in need of each other. “fuck,” simon mumbled, as his head hung back. “i need you, love. i don’t know how long i can hold back.”

“i know, baby. i want to show you i appreciate all you do. let me take care of you. relax.”

“that’s easier said than done. especially when you’re kissing me like that. you know how many nights i dreamed about you. nights where i wish i was between your thighs, or i was inside you. this feels like a dream right now.”

you kneeled down in front of his already excited cock. you could see the tent in his pants. “you poor thing. and that’s why i promise you, i’ll make sure you get me on the daily.” you winked.

you got him to take his pants off so now he was just a dusty simon with his briefs on. you gulped at seeing his thick thighs. you loved to sit on that lap, they were so strong his legs, and made you weak.

“eyes up here, darling.” simon raised a brow.

you stuck your tongue out. “i wasn’t looking at anything that wasn’t mine.”

“possessive aren’t we?” simon’s hands raised and caressed your hair.

“now, since you haven’t had a proper, deserving shower in a while, with warm water. i am going to give you a bath, so get fully naked while i go put on some candles.”

“love, you don’t need to do all that. i just want you.” simon was almost begging. he loved how you were particular with detail and you wanted to do so much for him but he didn’t need none of that. he has been non-stop thinking about you. his hands made grabby hands for yours.

“don’t worry. i’ll be quick.” you sprinted to the bathroom. putting a robe and soft comfortable matching pajamas that matched with yours on the counter for him. you put the candles on that smelled like vanilla and turned the shower on so it was warm for him. you played some slow, sensual music on alexa. “ok, this looks good!” you smiled big.

you turned around to see simon leaning against the door frame. he was watching you the whole time. you felt a lump in your throat however when your eyes drooped down to his hanging cock. it was thick just like the rest of him. seeing him like this made you want to forever lock him up and never have to share him.

“don’t worry. he misses you too.”

you licked your lips, simon always made you speechless. you opened the shower door for him. with a walk you always loved, so manly, he walked inside. you took a good look at his ass, thanking god he had cake. he was so fine!

the moment his skin made contact with the warm water he groaned. all the black grime was dripping down his skin into the drain. little by little his skin was showing, clean. his eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling as his hands wandered all over his wet skin. your eyes widened, entranced. he noticed you were staring so he decided to play with you. his thick fingers wrapped around his cock, shaking it and stroking it. “fuck, i wish someone would help me out with this. any volunteers, love?”

you knocked out of the trance and rolled your eyes. “make room in there. i’m coming.”

“i was anticipating that.”

as you entered, fully naked, you walked into the water. shower head drenching your hair. you got wet first then got some soap that smelled like perfume. you knew that simon was watching so with an evil idea you lathered the body wash all around your breasts. each stroke causing them to jiggle. you rubbed circular motions around your nipples and picked each breast up cleaning under. you squished them together, really cleaning them. your could swear you heard him curse under his breath, “yeah, baby just like that. fuck me.”

you dragged the soap down to your pussy, playing with your lips. you then gathered that and went to your ass, spreading your ass apart, playing with each cheek.

“mmmm,” you heard his grumble and heard him playing with his cock. you loved playing for him.

you moaned as you bent over to reach your legs. you knew he was behind you , getting a good look at all of you. he thought you looked like a siren. your skin was wet and your hair was soaked. eyelashes thick from the water. you looked like a beautiful vision. you were his dream girl.

he couldn't take it anymore. he needed to touch you. he put more of your body wash on his hands and stood skin to skin behind you. you felt on your ass his standing cock. it was sticky with pre-cum. “oh hi baby. i forgot you were here.”

“sure. i really don’t find it fair that your fingers are getting more action than me.”

you giggled but then it turned into a moan as his soapy hands reached to your breasts. “i’ll help you clean.”

“n-no. that’s my, job.” you bit your lip, trying not to let him take control as you wanted him to relax.

“listen baby, i like pleasing my woman. let me.” he breathed into your ear as his fingers played with your nipples. pinching them and rolling the bud then dipping lower to your cunt. his thick middle finger delicately tickled between your lips. it was light but made you get excited. “even with this shower blasting on both of us, i can still feel how wet you are.”

“fuck,” you huffed.

simon spread your pussy lips apart and traced your clit. rolling it then flicking it. “nnnn, simon. i-fuck-i want to make you feel good.”

simon couldn't take it anymore. he had been away from you for so long. he needed to be inside you.

he forcefully turned you around. the height difference was so much that he towered over you. his fingers cupped your cheeks as he dipped down to take your lips into his mouth. his tongue came out, lashing against yours and your teeth.

“mmmm simon. fuck me.”

“i love you so much, darling.” simon said between kisses. “fuck, i don’t know what’d i do without you.”

you were on your tiptoes as your tongues fought. you licked the inside of his mouth. simon became feral, growling like an animal as he lifted you up by behind your knees. your legs against his head so you could not go anywhere and you were opened up for him. without even preparing yourself simon entered into you. you hadn't had him this whole time and no toy could equal up to his size so you felt your tightness being ripped.

“good girl. i can tell this pussy missed me. it hasn’t had me in a while.” he chuckled.

“fuck me simon. oh fuck.” you breathed as he sunk into you. you slowly took him all the way in. you felt so full, missing him, missing each crevice and feeling of him. simon nodded as he lifted you back and then slammed into you again. “ahhhh. shit! mmmm feels s’good.”

your half lidded eyes saw his biceps strong, his muscles moving with each thrust. his tattoo entranced you. “ooh baby.”

“that’s it doll. give it to me.” he grunted with each pounding. he lifted you up and down, his cock dragging inside you, wetting you each time. you felt each vein, felt him so fully inside you. his movements and making you bounce went faster each second. his balls coming up to slap your sensitive pussy. he was so strong to carry you and fuck you. you just held onto him, not able to move as you took each beating your sensitive pussy could handle.

“you like that, darling?” simon gritted between his teeths. his forehead rested against yours as he switched and put you against the glass window. “that pussy taking all of me. what a good girl.”

“ugh, m’fuck! that’s it baby.” your arms came up to hold onto the glass. the feeling of the cold glass shooting up your back. both contrast of his hot body entering into you. simon grabbed onto your hands up high, pinning you against the glass as he powered inside you. non-stop, wanting you to scream on his cock.

“ahhh simon, i’m not gonna be able to. i’m gonna fuckin cum!”

“ooh, you sound dirty. who taught you how to speak that way?” simon smirked, already knowing the answer.

the way his cock angled to hit your g-spot. he reached so deep you thought you felt him in your stomach. his hips rolled with each thrust. you felt your pussy lips stretching to take more of him. his white cream producing more as it mixed with your juice. his cock dripping with your cum. it was making a white ring at the base of his cock. “fuckin shit. fuck, fuck, fuck. that’s it y/n, take my cock. take it all. i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

you held his head still and looked into his eyes, “fuckin cum for me simon. i want you to cum inside me. please fill me up, mmm.”

that’s all simon needed to hear. he was exhausted and just emptied inside of you. seeing his veins protruding from squeezing out his seed and hearing his hearty moan made you also come undone. he fucked you still as your pussy pulsed around him, clenching around his shaft as you came. your juices dripping down your legs. “fuck, baby.” you gave a tired smile. you were sore now and we're definitely going to feel it tomorrow.

“you felt so good, darling. so tight for me.” simon kissed you again.

“i don’t think i can walk,” you laughed as you tried but your legs were wobbly.

simon stood behind you and held you still, holding you up. “i’ve missed you so much. i missed feeling you.” simon was vulnerable with you. his hands went around your torso from behind and kissed behind your neck. “i never want to leave you, my love.”

angel’s little words - this man literally makes my kitty into a knot like he has it purring. my mind is flooded w him and all that cake! It’s my first ghost fic so pls don’t hate me if u hate it ok! i was nervous to post about him bc idk if I got him correct but I did rlly enjoy writing him. Also bc he has so many edits of him w the song wine pon you by doja I wrote this w that song on repeat teehee.

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You, Always You: Part 10

There was a pausing break between the knock on the door and your daughter babbling as she reached for the simple strings woven through the seam of the hood of your sweater. Her soft sounds were mirrored by your own as you cooed softly at her, bouncing her on your hip as you waited for the door to be opened.

You’d taken an uber to the Brooklyn home Steve’s mom lived in after Mrs. Cooper had informed you that she had a last-minute opening for a doctor’s appointment, and she couldn’t watch Noelle. Of course, in that same breath and with a bubbling, bursting smile on her face, she informed you that in her stay, Sarah Rogers would be watching Noelle while you and Steve went on your date.

It wasn’t a surprise that Mrs. Cooper and Sarah Rogers were mischief-makers. However, this seemed to be a new level of connivery, even for the two old friends.

“I know, baby.” You hummed, tightening her little jacket around her front, just managing to fix the zipper when you heard footsteps coming from your right.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you know you don’t have to knock.” Sarah Rogers preened as she came around the side of the house instead of the front, as you anticipated.

“Mrs. Rogers,” you turned your head, and watched her approach in a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain cotton shirt with the logo of your old high-school splashed across the front, “hi. I’m sorry if I had known-“

“Don’t worry about it, honey. Come into the garage.” She waved her hand, dismissing your worry. You had shifted Noelle to the other hip and rest your hand upon the tail for balance before you turned to the left and stepped off the path and onto the driveway.“God, she’s beautiful.”

“She is.” You spoke with pride bouncing her lightly on your hip as you brushed her wispy hair behind her ear. “She’s talking a bit more. She knows a few words.”

“Are you talking, sweetheart?” Sarah cooed and clapped her hands, the sound pulling a giggle from Noelle. “I bet you’re saying, mama.”

“Ma-ma.” Noelle grabbed the sides of your sweater and yanked, her wide eyes boring into yours and her smile growing wide, the few teeth she had poked through her gums.

“Yeah, mostly mama.” You rested your hand on her cheek and brushed your thumb back and forth in a soft circle. “She can say puppy too.”

“Ma-ma,” Noelle spoke again, some drool spilling from her lips onto her coat, her hands reaching for the strings of your sweater again.

“She’s teething,” Sarah commented, watching Noelle let go of your sweater to reach for her, her fingers curling and relaxing as she made the motion for ‘grabbing.’ “Sweetheart, you’re so pretty.”

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked again, jolting her gently as you readjusted her on your hip. You would ask a dozen more times before you left, you were sure, and any answer you got, that was likely a yet, would still make you doubt your decision.

It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have trusted Sarah Rogers to watch Noelle because Sarah Rogers was a woman who was remarkable in every sense of the word. However, you carried a sense of guilt by asking her to watch your baby so you could go out with her son. The whole situation was as complicated as it was convoluted, and the lingering sense of anxiety that you harboured, the guilt you felt from leaving your baby to enjoy yourself was thriving.

It had stemmed from the relationship with your ex; even before you had Noelle, he would make you feel terrible about spending any amount of money on yourself. He would chip away at any pleasure you got from going out with friends, from even considering picking up a paintbrush and doing what you lived. Your past had to be about him and him alone.

John always had to be the centre of attention, the focus of your whole world. You were the one who had to work and provide food, rent money, beer and smokes. You were the one who had worked yourself to the bone while he sat around being an ass, and the idea that you couldn’t have fun had stuck with you.

“Absolutely! Go and have fun! You don’t have to worry about a thing! Noelle and I are going to have fun.” Sarah had flashed you a smile and reassured you with her hand resting on your shoulder. “I have everything I need to take care of her. Don’t worry about a thing, alright?”

“Are you sure? I mean…diapers? A change of clothes besides what’s in the diaper bag? A sookie? A-“

“Y/N, I have got this, alright?” Sarah reached out and squeezed your hand, pressing her thumb into your palm

You could see him in the driver’s seat messing with a box, the furrow of his brown alluding you to believe he was frustrated. Your gaze lingered for a moment before he lifted his head, and your eyes met; the spark of electricity, even with the small amount of distance between you two, had your stomach flipping end over end.

“I don’t know….” You looked away from Steve’s vehicle as soon as he had gotten out, and you heard the door shut.

You could hear every step he took, each step matching the thrush of your blood pumping in your ears. Your hands had begun shaking, your nervous system feeling fried and had only increased tenfold when you felt the weight of his hand on the small of your back. Warmth had burst in you when his chest grazed your back, and the subtle notes of his cologne had tempted you to turn your head and muzzle your face into his broad chest.

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s voice yanked you from your mind blip, and your mouth had opened and shut with a snap, temporary panic ailing you when you realized that he had been speaking and you weren’t paying attention.

“What?” You tilted your head and looked up at him, then his mom. “Did you say something?”

“Have fun.” Sarah enunciated, reassuring you by squeezing your hand. “Enjoy yourself. When’s the last time you had a night off?”

Again, you had opened and closed your mouth with a snap.

“That’s what I thought. Go. Have fun.” Sarah shifted her attention from you to Steve, her lips twitching a tiny glint in her eye stemming from their shared penchant for mischief. “Don’t bring her back too early, Steve.”

“I promise, ma.”

“Wait,” you hesitated, “I should…I should leave you my number in case something happens. And if you need anything. And she’s teething-“

“Honey, honey, stop. Stop.” Sarah was gentle as she shushed you. “It’s okay. Noelle is going to be okay. You are going to be okay.”

There was a catch to your throat, and the struggle to breathe without crying was weighing on you. It has been so long since you had gone out for a night, to have fun or drink. Or go on a date.

You supposed the last time you had gone out was for those few hours when Mrs. Cooper watched Noelle so you and Steve could talk. Other than that one time, then those few hours, you had been so consumed with trying to work and parent, to pay off your mom’s medical bills and your student loans, you had left no time for yourself.

Steve’s hand had settled on your waist, his large and expansive palm radiating warmth. He had urged you with a single touch, with a soft and affectionate prod to pull you away from them both. You had glanced back at him, your eyes meeting over a long silence. His blue-green eyes had crinkled slightly in the corners as he smiled and prodded you again.

He was waiting for you to decide; he wasn’t pressuring you. Steve had kept contact with you, and you shivered against the warmth that was radiating and delightful in so many ways.

“Noelle will be okay.” He reassured you and then reached into the pocket of his double-breasted pea coat to pull out his cellphone and waved it twice. “I’ve got my phone; you have your phone. It’ll be okay.”

“Steve…” your hesitation lingered, and you had shifted your weight from foot to foot, glancing at your daughter as she leaned into Sarah.

“Trust me, okay?” He slipped his phone back in his pocket and grasped your hand in his, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. “Everything will be fine.”

Noelle looked just as comfortable with Sarah as she had you or Mrs. Cooper. She looked at ease as she played with Sarah’s shirt, her fingers gripping and grabbing the collar and twisting, her happy little sounds genuinely indicative of how content she was to be there.

And so had his patience. It hadn’t waned despite your split second, almost decision, to split and change your mind. He hadn’t held back his ability to coerce you into something you needed, and you had needed it.

“Come on, baby. We’re going to have fun. We’ll drink beer, eat fried food.” Steve motioned to the vehicle at the end of the drive with a turn of his head and shifted the hand at the small of your back, to your hip, his fingers flexing against your jeans. He was still waiting; he was still holding out for you to make the decision he knew you eventually would.

“Okay.” You sighed, still unsure about the idea of leaving for such a long time. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s go.”

The tug was gentle as the man who had led you away from the driveway to the vehicle at the end. The gentle prodding of him and his mom to get you to go out and enjoy yourself was something you greatly needed. You hadn’t turned back; you promised yourself you wouldn’t turn back and look at Noelle because the moment you had, you would change your mind again.

Instead, you stopped shy of the passenger’s side. You gazed at the interior of the vehicle, studying the onyx black leather and red stitching sprinkled throughout the vehicle's features and the touch screen that had been on and displayed the time and the current radio station he was listening to.

And beyond that, you had noticed a small wrapped gift sitting in the front seat, the delicate red bow atop a black box, with your name scrawled in gold ink.

“Are you getting in?” Steve questioned, peering over the top of the vehicle at you.

“You got me a gift?” You hooked your fingers under the handle and pulled, the latch clicking and the door propping open. You gently tugged on the handle to give you enough room to get into the passengers’ seat, and before you had sat, you’d picked up the black box with red ribbon from the seat and cradled it in your left hand. “You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to.” Steve cleared his throat and shifted in the driver’s seat, his blue-green eyes bouncing back and forth between the box in your hands and you, the subtle bite of his bottom lip as he leaned in closer and reached his hand across the console to rest against your own. “I’m not doing anything half-assed.”

“You never have.” You quipped, your lips twitching as a smile had been threatening to take the place of your pursed lips. Steve’s gaze roamed your face as he studied you, as he looked at every single one of your features and the contours of your face as if he was looking at you for the first time. He swore that every time he looked at you, every time he had cast his eyes upon you, it was as if he saw some breathtaking sight that he had never seen before.

It was as if he had been seeing in black and white his whole life until he met you.

“You have to wait until we get to the arena.” Steve glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, watching you draw your thumb and forefinger against the red bow, humming softly to yourself.

He had cared for you with great adoration until he had to turn away and start driving. When he had fixated his attention back to the windshield and had put the vehicle into gear, he had stolen another glance at you. You were beautiful; you were breathtaking in the simple attire you’d chosen for the casual date. The hoodie bearing the team colours for the NY Rangers and the matching toque had been ordinary and usual, nothing extravagant or elegant, and yet in its simplicity, it had made Steve even more attracted to you.

He would always be driven wild by you, whether that was in the office while you were dressed for the job or moments like now while you were dressed in something so innately casual with no makeup on and your hair pulled out of your face. He would always think you were the living embodiment of Aphrodite or some other perfect being because it was you.

His very heartbeat for you.

The drive to Maddison Square Garden was quicker than he anticipated. It had been filled with small talk as he drove the hour from Brooklyn to Manhattan, the lull kept at bay by the tiny snippets you’d tossed in about Noelle and her love of anything banana or the mess she had made when she got a hold of some talcum powder.

Steve had been happy to listen to you talk about her; he was eager to hear about the little girl who was your whole world, unbeknownst that you were Steve’s natural world. And when the hour had passed, and he at the arena and found a space, Steve had shifted into park and cut the engine before he turned toward you, and watched you glance out the window, the present still in your lap.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” He swallowed hard and drew his fingers across your cheek, revelling in the feeling of your skin against yours and the delightful beauty that surrounded you.

You were perfection in its entirety.

“Sure?”

“If you don’t, I will.” Steve brushed loose hairs behind your ear and trailed the pads of his fingers down your jawline and back again.

“Okay.” Your smile was small, and you had yanked once on the red ribbon, undoing the tender bow. As the sides had fallen into your lap, you lifted the box and removed the ribbon, tucking it into one of the cupholders of his vehicle, then lifted the top of the box off and set it to the side on top of the ribbon.

When you had looked back at the box and the contents inside, Steve had watched your face change entirely. He could see the subtle shift between emotions and the tremble of your bottom lip as you had yanked the sleeve of your hoodie over your hand and used the sleeve to wipe some residual tears before they had fallen from your eyes.

“Steve,” You bit down on your bottom lip, a sound mixed between a whimper and a cry had become trapped in your throat, “you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” Steve reassured you with three little words, and then he had brushed away your tears with the back of his forefinger as you tilted your head and leaned into his touch. “I remember you wearing that out senior year. Your mom got it for your birthday before you graduated and-“

“I lost it.” You gazed down at the bracelet in the box; the sleek and linked chain bracelet already had charms dangling down, the delicate and prettily coloured decorum each hailing a special meaning to you.

“I tried to get as close to the original-“ Steve had been silenced when you leaned over and gripped the front of his jacket and yanked him toward you, your lips crashing into yours.

The moment he felt your lips moving against his, he had groaned into the kiss and slipped one hand behind your head to rest at the nape of your neck, and the other was trying to push up the hem of your sweater.

His fingers danced across the expanse of your stomach as he had traced the waistband of your jeans, his fingers fiddling with the button until there was a subtle pop, and the loosened restriction granted him a little more access. Another groan had been ripped from his throat when he felt your tongue dragging across his bottom lip, and a surge of heat shot through him.

He had pulled you closer, making you lean over the console, and as you tilted your head to grant him more access, he had shifted once more, jerking to free his foot from where it had been caught on the peddle, and as he freed his foot, his elbow collided with the steering wheel and the horn had blared from the contact.

The two of you had jerked away from the intrusive sound, and you had fallen back into your seat in a bought of laughter, your hand covering your mouth to hide the quiet snorts as you reacted verbally to the moment. The two of you had been so busy feeling each other through a kiss, so oblivious to the world around you and the space you were in; it was only natural that something like that would have happened.

“Oh my god!” You laughed into your hands, the visceral amusement bringing you to the point of tears, and you had waved your hands in your face in an attempt to dry the remaining unshed salty drops. “Are you okay?”

Steve had rubbed the back of his neck, second-hand embarrassment rippling within him when a few people passing had glanced toward the vehicle and smirked at the two of you and the sound of his horn that had broken the moment.

“I’m fine.” He blushed deeply when he witnessed you holding your fingertips against your lips, clearly feeling the same spark of electricity that had surged through him. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” A laugh had escaped you again, and you had turned your head to watch him as he watched you. Your eyes met, and you were captivated by each other. There was such an ease between the two of you that made every interaction seem perfect and blissful, despite the long period that kept you apart.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” Your compliment reduced Steve to a puddle in the driver’s seat and he had to avert his gaze, that same powerful blush as before dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had reached for the keys and yanked them from the ignition and slipped them into his jacket pocket, stealing a glance at you.

“You wanna go in?” Steve questioned, watching you put the lid back on your gift before you leaned forward and shoved it under the seat out of view.

“I haven’t been to a game in a long time.” You chirped, yanking your purse from the floor, and rested the strap on your shoulder before you got out of the vehicle and closed the door behind you. “Beer, fried food and a bunch of pro athletes skating around a rink chasing a puck.”

“We can go somewhere else?” Steve suggested, clicking the lock on his keys, then walked around the vehicle's front and walked beside you.

“No. I want to go. It’s perfect.” You brushed your hip against him after he had snaked his arm around your waist and had begun walking with you toward the front door to the building. “I would…even consider not going home tonight.”

Steve stopped walking and looked down at you, his eyes searching yours, that same rush of heat shooting through him.

“Are you sure? Noelle-“

“Your mom said she’s already sleeping. She sent me a text. And they say…you shouldn’t wake a sleeping baby….” You rubbed your hands together, bashfully suggesting the date go further than just the game.

“Baby, we don’t-“

“I don’t do anything half-assed either. And I…trust you.” You had lowered your walls again, letting him in piece by piece. “I want to.”

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Neufmode Han

This pensive cutie is inspired by an airy and atmospheric photo shoot, for Neufmode Style Magazine.

We're lucky enough to have a video from this, so let's roll the footage:

Here's the photo that inspired this fig:

This shoot is like a soft, breezy Parisian spring morning. I really love those green drapey pants of his - I would totally buy those. They look elegant and flowy and very comfy. The watercolor jacket looks beautifully soft and almost impressionistic with the rest of the outfit, especially with the light ombre sweater under it.

Zhehan always has such a presence in his modeling shots. I don't know how to describe it except by saying there's a lot of soul to it - you never get the sense that he's just a pretty face, or simply "model as coat hanger" that some designers employ.

This shot is still up on Neufmode's official Instagram page (dated May 9, 2020), but it looks like they gave up on the gram after posting a couple more shots (of purses) sporadically after. Might as well quit at the top!

The set arrived with the two pieces separate. This chair is a bit bigger in scale than say, the tiny folding Adirondack chair Zhehan has in the camping figs set, so it actually worked out better than I thought it would.

The fig maker went with kind of a dashed line pattern for his jacket, which seems a bit scratchy of a look but probably makes sense given the difficulty it might take to replicate what is a surprisingly involved pattern.

And here he is! Sitting pretty. I put a little bit of putty on the seat and it's all level and sturdy and works out beautifully.

Tousled hair is always a good look on Zhehan, and the fig maker captured it really nicely here I think. Previous to this fandom, I've always thought men's toy figures and dolls were sadly limited and rather boring with just plain short hair (says a person growing up seeing GI Joe and He-Man figures as a kid), but as in many things, my eyes have been opened.

These shots have good views of his silver earring as well. This angle also highlights how well proportioned this fig is in terms of modeling - the chair looks just right, and he's leaning back at a casual but not sloppy angle. Zhehan has such exquisitely beautiful posture that even when he's slouching a bit, he still looks quite elegant.

I'm really pleased with how well this fig sits in this chair. Fig physics! I wish I was anywhere nearly approaching the level of Chinese ability (as I look forlornly at my Master HSK Level 1! workbook) that would allow me to interview a fig maker / fig factory.

I like how you can actually still see the casual-but-elegant lean even from this angle.

I do really enjoy these new three-quarter side shots! I feel like I'm taking a tour around the fig.

There we go! I must admit I like Zhehan's original black hair the best, but the colors are also a fun change-up. He looks great in everything.

The tousled mop of hair! A nice view of his casually resting hands too.

I love the box card with the playful puppy! We all know who that jumping pup is.

And, you're getting a spoiler for the rest of these figs in this (individually sold) set! What fun. I'll do them next.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 238

Scene Count: 18

Rating: Relaxation for the soul

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

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writersblog20 · 4 years ago

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Love at first sight underneath the fairy lights.

Henry Cavill x reader

Not my gif! Creds to maker!

Summary: it’s your third date with the famous Henry Cavill and he gives you the best date in the world.

Warning: fluff! like serious cheesy romantic fluff.

Words: 1500

A/N I’m a sucker for romantic stuff.

Love at first sight underneath the fairy lights.

You got ready for your third date with the famous Henry Cavill. You always had a crush on the bear of a man and now you’re going on your third date! You couldn’t really believe it and yet here we are. He had asked you to put on some comfortable clothes like sweatpants and a sweater or something so you were really curious what he had in store for you.

The first date was a walk in the park with coffee and a picknick. The second date he took you out to a restaurant. And now you would go to his house. You took everything you needed with you and left. You knocked the door slightly anxious. You really liked Henry and it made you very nervous. He opened the door with a big smile which immediately calmed you down. He pulled you into a hug. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a sweater with slightly scruffy hair but you loved it.

“hi, come in, please.” He told you and took a step aside for you so you could get in. “I brought snacks” you said while holding up the bag. He chuckled and let you into his kitchen so you could put it down. “I love your house.” You looked around with big eyes. Kal came running into the kitchen to say hi. You crouched down and petted the Akita. Kal seemed to like you a lot which made you smile. “Okay Kal, don’t steal the gorgeous lady from me now.” Henry told the Akita and you felt your cheeks heat up and gave a shy smile.

“I got a surprise for you” he told you slightly anxious. “Do you trust me?” he asked while slightly chuckling. “I don’t know what you have in store but alright.” you answered. He placed his big hand in front of you eyes and let you, apparently, outside. He smelled his cologne and felt him close to your back and it made your heartrate speed up. “Almost there love. I’m going to remove my hands but I need you to keep your eyes closed” He let go of you and you already missed the warmth welcome of his body but did as you were told. “okay you can open your eyes now sweetheart.” You heard nervousness coming through his voice giving him away.

You opened your eyes and they immediately grew big. You looked around in awe. He put a couch outside with a tent over it and fairly light lit up his entire back garden. In the tent there was a tv and fairly lights in it too but a little more dim. It looked extremely romantic and cozy at the same time and you couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that someone would do this for you and yet there he was standing. You looked at Henry in surprise and he shuffled form one foot to the other, seeming a little nervous. “Henry…. This is amazing!” he looked up and you saw all the anxiety leave him as it got replaced with a big smile.

He stepped closer to you. “so you like it?” he teased with a big grin. “I love it!” he led you inside the tent and you saw snacks on the table and two beers. “I wanted you to feel special because you are.” You looked at him and he immediately corrected himself. “I mean in a good way of course! I eh am making a fool of myself right now.” he chuckled, looking a little embarrassed. You wrapped your arms around him and it took him by surprise but it calmed him down and he held you tightly. You looked up into his eyes. “ Henry this really is amazing. Nobody ever did something so romantic for me. Thank you!” you could see that he started to relax and he gave you a kiss on top of your head. “you deserve the best sweetheart.”

You both sat down on the couch and he got two blankets from his side. He placed a blanket over your shoulders tucking you in which made you chuckle and it gave him a warm smile on his face. he started the tv and you both decided on a movie but it was more as background noise since you only had eye for each other and talked a lot throughout the movie. You were fairly close to Henry. At one point you laid against him, the you were between his legs resting against his back with your head on his chest, then you were face to face and you had a good conversation about how you both saw relationships and it all the things you talked about grew you both so much more closer to each other then you already were.

At one point you both stopped talking and just looked at each other. He came closer and his big hand rested on your cheek. You felt your heartrate go up again and then you felt his soft lips against yours and at that moment it felt like the storm in your head calmed down instead of picking up. It felt like it was just you two and nothing else mattered. He picked you up and placed you on his lap which wasn’t so hard since you were already so close to each other. You placed your legs around him and he held you close while the kiss started to become more passionate and full of love. His hands went underneath your shirt but not sexually, his hands just rubbed your back softly and you felt your stomach do flips no rollercoaster could.

You both got out from the kiss and just looked at each other. “I really like you. Like really like you.” he told you looking you deeply into your eyes. “I really, really like you too.” You told him back with a smile which you got returned by Henry. He kissed you again and this time you got a little more bold and softly grabbed his face in between your palms while he kneaded your side and tried to get you closer. You both stopped before it got too heated. “would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked you chuckling at the childish sentence. “I would like that Cavill.” You told him and gave him sweet pecks before pulling away.

He chuckled while he looked at you and you frowned but still had a smile on your face. “what?” you asked him. “I’m just so in love with you and it grows with every minute.” You chuckled. “Well, in that case we’re in the same boat.” You told him and he smiled brightly. “please do tell me when things go to fast.” He told you. “the last thing I want is to scare you away.” You looked at him adoringly. “I will if you promise me you’ll do the same thing.” He nodded and he laid down with you on top of him wrapping his arms tightly around you.

You felt so serene and full of peace, like you’ve never experienced before. His hand went over your hair messaging your scalp and you felt yourself grew tired by the loving gesture of Henry. After a while you both flipped so this time Henry was on top but not crushing you. His head rested on your chest this time and you did the same thing Henry did. You went through his soft curls, messaging his scalp and playing with his hair. He took multiple deep sighed to let you know he felt serene as well. You smiled looking down. His arms were draped around your waist and legs intertwined.

You saw that he grew tired as well as he tried his best to keep his eyes open. He looked so relaxed, it was like a puppy on your lap falling asleep and you wouldn’t dare to get up because you don’t want this moment to end. You saw how hard he tried to stay awake that it filled up your love but the bear of a man deserved some rest. “Close your eyes love. It’s okay I’ll still be here when you wake up.” You told him and gave him a kiss on the top of his head he let out a deep sigh of relaxation. He looked up tiredly at you. “Promise?” he asked you which made you smile at him. “I promise love.” He gave you a tired kiss and laid his head back on your chest and grabbed you just a little tighter but it made you feel safe. It didn’t take long before you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. And of course as promised, you were still there.

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