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#poppy monro x drew kingston
loserwitchbitch · 2 years
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my kingroe playlist grows by one more song
another one of those songs where i tried to pick a favorite lyrics or who's perspective it's from. it just works for both of them.
like! if this were a movie because it would make a damn good series of movies. but it's so very like.
The First Time.
just like hard heavy kisses that get softer the closer they get to the bedroom. all the clothes on the floor kinda thing. all eye contact and shit. like a hannibal vibe but not, ya know? maybe a little talking. i dunno. but i see it so vividly. just him looking down at her during love ain't nothin' to lose
it's palpable man. i love it so much.
alright. that's the end. i hope you liked my ramble!!!
okay so this happened while i put this song on repeat i hope you’re proud of yourself 😤 which you should be bc you’re the best and ily
drew kingston x poppy monroe; somethin to prove
warnings: mild smut, oral (female receiving), fuckin Feelings man, mentions of murder/violence, not proofread, just a short lil drabble bc i’m Rusty af
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Drew’s gazed fixed down on his own hands where they traced over the newly bared skin below him. Hands that had taken so many lives. Been covered in blood, sometimes his own sometimes not. Usually not.
Years of therapy had made Drew highly self aware. Often to the point of discomfort. Regardless of how he had justified it to himself, how much he felt the relief of seeing his charges into safer homes away from the abusers he had eliminated, the facts didn’t change. His hands were the hands of a killer. And yet here they were, caressing soft flesh and tracing the outlines of scars that she had kept so carefully hidden until now.
He wondered if she would let him touch her like this if she knew what he was. If she knew what he was capable of. If she knew that he had killed time and again and that he liked it. Perhaps it would make a difference if she also knew that this moment right now as he tore his gaze away from her body to catch her in another breathless kiss was the first time he had felt something stronger than the thrill of taking a life.
The taste of her lips intoxicated him the way nothing else had before. The soft sighs and panting breaths she took between kisses made all the pleas for mercy he had heard over the years pale in comparison. How had he spent so long without her in his life?? The question plagued him as the last of their clothes were scattered and they fell to the bed.
His world shifted. His whole purpose realigned. Before now he had already known that Poppy was the only one for him. No one else had made him truly feel again the way she had. But now, as his head dipped between parted thighs and tongue ran up slick folds until he found that bundle of nerves, he became irrevocably intoxicated with her. Somehow, he would find a way to make sure he never lost this. He would make sure she kept choosing him, because to return to a life without her was something Drew could never even consider anymore.
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