#the chest hair the chest hairrr i miss her i miss her so much please come home. @ chest hair. i mourn her everyday

[mlm-blues]

her: you better not be mika with his tongue out when I get there

my unregulated ass:

youre too silly and quirky for this world 🔥

[azrasclaw]

can u imagine e/g making out with you and always biting your lower lip and sucking on your tounge🥵 and running their hands through your hairrr. ughhh🤤 imagine please xx

thank youuu for sending this innn<3

im always soft for e so... heres some soft e i guess 🥰😇

you're laying with your back to his chest on the couch, watching a documentary and winding down after a stressful week. burrowed underneath a fluffy blanket and with his additional heat against you, you quickly become drowsy with sleep even if you'd prefer to enjoy his company rather than fall asleep.

it's clear that he doesnt want to waste his hours with her on sleep either. he becomes fidgety behind her; changes his position a few times until he settles with supporting his head with his hand to hover above your face. his hand under your shirt starts moving, his blunt nails scratching your belly slightly, bringing a smile to your face from the tickling sensation.

he sighs, a first attempt to gain your full attention. then he huffs a bit louder. when that fails he whines.

"babyyy. are we seriously going to watch a documentary right now?"

you chuckle under your breath, having expected this outburst already, but still dont look away from the screen.

"you suggested it." he rolls his eyes.

"i didnt mean to watch it all the way through, obviously. its just. you know. meant to set the mood."

his knee nudges yours and then he kicks at your ankle slightly, playfully.

"what do you mean?" its so much fun to act oblivious.

he groans lowly before you suddenly feel his fingers on your chin, his thumb pressing into it and pulling it towards him. your head turns under his control to face him.

your plans to act outraged at this are ruined as his face descends quickly, settling his soft lips against yours. he pecks your lips a few times, your's stretching into a smile at the sensation; like clouds.

the scent of his cologne always lingers around but this close to him it mixes with the musky smell that's indescribable, it's just inherently e.

he sighs, nudges his nose against your nose in a sweet eskimo kiss before he leans his forehead against yours. his thumb rubs against your cheekbone in circles, then his hand smooths your hair away from your face. e turns his head slightly to reach your mouth better and you feel his tongue on your lips asking, seeking. with the opening of your mouth your tongues tangle in a warm hug. he groans into your mouth and buries his hand into your hair at the nape of your neck, wrapping it in his fist and using it to maneuver your head to his will.

your neck begins to cramp so you turn around to face him and he pulls you against him again frantically, as though the moment of separation was too much. he sucks on your tongue and feel his hips arching into yours at the resulting moan that leaves your lips. his hips remain glued to yours but there's a slight rubbing motion, like his unconscious is looking for friction and he cant completely halt his movements, small as they are.

you pull your head back, breathing in harshly the oxygen that you've missed in the haze of his kiss. e's mouth follows yours only to scrape his teeth against your swollen red lips before he latches onto them, biting and pulling it. he releases it to smooth over it with his thumb.

you watch his eyes open slightly, his lashes fluttering, his pupils blown and the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. ugh, you're so in love with this man.