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shima-draws · 4 months
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Hiiii I come bearing another OC design WIP, this time it’s YA BOY, the one and only protag boy (from this post!)
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He’s a darkness/dragon elemental, the black on his hands and arms is permanent and happened due to an incident in his childhood. He was a bit self conscious of the way his arms looked at first but now he’s totally chill with it (and. When he uses his powers dragons scales sprout on his arms and glow and it’s sick as hell.) He is everything to me and I would die for him and he doesn’t even have a name. WHICH IS WHY I’m letting you guys pick since I’m settled on an “N” name but I’m indecisive <3
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bluwus-art · 5 months
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KAITOBER DAY 31: HAPPY HALLOWEEN
(Full cast :) ) Guest charas by @geragerawarau & @your-local-introvert
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johnmalevolent · 11 months
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[ID: Digital fanart of Vash from different installments of Trigun with heart-shaped elements. In the first one, the design is similar to the 98 anime. He's drawn and colored in a cutesy style, leaning forward with both hands on his knees. His buttons and glasses are heart-shaped, and the bottom of his cloak has heart-shaped holes. His gloves and prosthetic arm are pink. His face is circled, and an arrow points from it to a face close up of kid Vash from Trigun Stampede. The colors are vibrant and the eyes are very detailed. His pupils and beauty mark are heart-shaped. There is another drawing, lined in red but uncolored, of Vash from Trigun Maximum with heart shaped glasses making a heart with his hands and winking at the viewer. End ID]
@princess-of-purple-prose i attempted three times and each piece doesnt want me to finish it so i mishmashed them in one image. thank you for being the biggest lovecore vash truther
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hunkydorkling · 2 years
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Hello, friends and followers! I'm opening up emergency commissions to help fund my people and keep them safe in the streets while they protest for our rights. If you want to read more about in detail, read further.
From today until May 12, I am offering 3 SLOTS FOR FICS and 3 SLOTS FOR FANART services for the fandoms I'm in. Refer to the photos above for more deets!
If you're interested, feel free to DM me here or otherwise on Discord (which I will freely give in DMs to those to ask).
☕️ Ko-fi link:
https://ko-fi.com/cornybabe
OTHER TERMS NOT MENTIONED ABOVE:
Payment will be upfront as I will immediately donate it to different organizers.
I will message you once I start working on your piece, but because of my loaded schedule, it may take me time.
All commissions will be tracked in a dedicated spreadsheet.
I have the right to refuse a commission.
WHY I'M HOLDING THESE COMMISSIONS
I and my fellow Filipinos are currently in the midst of a creating a pivotal moment in history as we expose the unjust and corrupt election day that occurred last Monday, May 9, 2022.
As I write this, my people—some I know personally, most of whom I share the same principles and thirst for justice—are camping out in the streets in front of the Commission on Elections, protesting peacefully yet strongly against the blatant disenfranchisement and electoral fraud that occurred yesterday: from broken vote counting machines to corrupted SD cards, people had to wait in line for more than six hours only to personally feed their ballots into the machines. A day after the elections, we've learned of additional anomalies that contribute to the spread of misinformation that contributed to Marcos Jr.'s win by (alarming) landslide. This has been the nastiest election day that I've ever encountered, and it will keep going.
Keeping us in your thoughts will matter to us taking a stand for our right to democracy. And whether you're a friend, a follower of mine, or even some random internet passerby, know that there are millions of us—millions—who are woke enough to take a stand to fight the powers that be.
P.S.: There will be Opinions circulating around news outlets; if you read World News, it's impossible to miss. But let me assure you that the last thing I would want is to identify with the red-and-green clad, misinformed masses who resist the change we've been promised by a dream candidate. There's only one president and for me and that's a woman—enough said. I hope you take a chance on me as a tool for my country's democracy.
Thank you for reading all this wall of text—I am eternally grateful you took the time to do so.
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speakercrab · 1 year
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three types of assistant
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thexianzhoujade · 2 months
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How to describe you: BESTIEEEEEE <3
BESTIEEEE !!!
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ominousmotion · 11 months
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Today is such a good day I woke up happy cuz Eurovision then I get a call telling me that a plastic surgeon will be contacting me for top surgery and the final I didn't study for went really well
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archonfurina · 5 months
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🎶,🎄,💘?
🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?
I wanted to answer these about a non-fantasy oc but it's harder than I thought. So here's what they'd like in modern times:
Veera: instrumental music from video games
Kai: pop/rock, epic adventure music
Selanna: kpop girl groups
🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?
Veera: vibes with Halloween, but with the real spirit of it, not the tacky fake decorations and spending way too much money. (In Finland we remember those who have passed and bring candles and flowers to their graves. It's a somber occasion).
Kai: midsummer. It's a joyful, romantic and beautiful celebration of summer.
Selanna: Christmas brings her peace and happiness, reminds her of her family who spent that time together (the only time of the year).
💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?
Veera: nature, her past, where she came from and the people from her Circle that survived the goblin attack that killed her family. They have a keepsake from their mother that they hold very close.
Kai: Astarion.
Selanna: herself and her innate magic abilities.
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pirogieses · 1 year
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Mario movie predictions bingo (inspired by this post by @surskip )
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9. Favourite OC?
10. OC you most struggled to make?
Thanks for the ask! From this ask game ✨
9. Favourite OC
I think Kai is my baby, obviously. He’s been with me a long time. Almost… Actually, more than 10 years now! He started off as a side character, just a boy, one of Algebal’s reincarnations. Destined to die. Except that, well, then he met Kyriel. And Kyriel had other plans.
It was a struggle, because of this, for a long time to think Kai as an active character - a lot of things happened to him, rather than him making them happen. That’s not the makings of a good protagonist, so a lot of work had to be done for it - and I fell in love with him in the process. His goodness. His bravery. His stubborness. Because of it, this version on tumblr is much more violent than how he was originally - a pacifist, choosing always the good thing, no matter how that led to him being hurt. But pacifists get eaten, and Kai wants to live. Hence.
10. The OC I mostly struggled to make
Hands down Ashe. Ashe still gives me trouble. Oh, so much trouble. Because you see, Kai does need someone to save him from Kyriel during his first captivity. He’s bloody cursed, there is no get away from it, and he has to die and then come back for at least one of the layers of his seal to break. But but but then he’s an undead, and there is no undoing that, isn’t there?! Except that somehow Ashe saves him, brings him back.
So she needs 1) a strong enough motivation to go after Kyriel, who I hope we have successfully established as the fucking terrifying nightmare that he is; 2) the capacity to bring Kai back to life (How?! If anyone wants to brainstorm this with me, I am begging you because fml if I know); 3) a fucking PERSONALITY that does not revolve around being the saviour and love interest only of my male protagonist. Because ugh, no. Just no. We can’t have that. Which thus begs the question… Who is Ashe? What does she want?
This, ladies and gentlemen and otherwise defined, I am not quite sure yet. I am writing more about her here on Tumblr than I ever have - but there is a reason why Kyriel cannot stand to even look at her or have her mentioned. He’d happily erase her from the story. And as you might have guessed, the fucker is quite rather loud in my head - which makes this hard, because I too don’t have her very clear inside me. Who is this madwoman that indeed dared going against the angel to steal his weapon out of him. Why did she do that - what overrode her honestly fair enough human sense of self-preservation so much? It cannot have been love. They weren’t in love then - they grew up as siblings, for fucks sake (Ashe was taken in by Kai’s mother when she was little, and oh boy if they quarrelled, I am pretty sure I have it canon in my head that she tried to straight up kill him once). And besides, the world is full of siblings that wouldn’t lift a finger for one another, forget going against the immortal necromancer that rises monsters feeding off human flesh for fun. Even if she cared about Kai, to bring him back to life is a bit much even to ask to the bestest of sisters. Lovers now. Whatever.
See? Confusing!!!
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fakrichie · 1 year
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my friend's brother looks just enough like assad (something which my friend and i have both discussed btw because the resemblance really is So uncanny) for my cousin's boyfriend to feel the need to question why he came over yesterday when they were going out and i was staying home. this is kinda funny but also HEY
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kraniumverse · 2 years
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good morning im glad spending 22 and a half hours on that was worth it
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ruins-in-vanity · 1 year
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My Prince,
 
I did not believe the Page when he handed me a letter bearing your seal. The parchment sat heavy in my breast pocket for days before I could steel my nerve to break the wax. My supposed courage and bravery fled in anticipation of what your letter would contain. I expected dismal, dismay, or disgust, but to read your words returning my cautious feelings were more than I could ever have hoped for.
I have reread your elegant words so many times, and I am aghast as to how I missed your straying gaze when you are always the focus of attention.
You say you are not strong but I see the strength in your compassion, your kindness and your sacrifice. You do not hear how the people speak of you. You are their brave Prince, setting a shining example to the kingdom of the future that is inevitable under your care.
It shames me to compare how they see your grace and beauty with the feelings I hold inside. I watch the flicker of torchlight reflect the passion in your eyes when you speak for your friends and I almost lose myself. I find myself straying from my tasks to track the curve of your jaw and neck, longing to replace the shadow with my touch.
Returning from duty and laying eyes on you safe and well relieves every sore and ache in my body, though I admit to it frequently being replaced by another …
If I were able I would place myself always at your side, guarding you in the quiet of the night, protecting your Grace eternally, though I know the closeness would make me too vulnerable to a lapse in concentration.
That being said I am here at your beck and call, for whatever you should need. And anything you ask of me I am happy to provide.
As always,
Your knight.
Dearest knight,
To reach out across ages, across fields, towns, courtyards and councils, only to offer your gentle words to me, how could I ever reject your boldness? And bold it is, brave and welcomed. I'm afraid you've crossed my mind more than I ought to admit, I find my pen urged to parchment when you cross my mind and I've had to request more than once for more ink. I know not what I should say when I've returned to find you're battalion still away.
I'm afraid, my knight, you see more of me than most choose to. My heart isnt so easily hidden and yet I learn of your attention and it swells higher than the castle's spires. You are beautiful for the work you do, without you I would be nothing but a place for a crown to rest, it is you who does good for the people. You and your hands so steady and sure.
But when I listen to what they have to say, my heart wavers. I...am afraid of many things I could never admit to, but I find my strength in those I care for, in the hopes of brighter days, even if the wait is excruciating.
You honor me so deeply, my knight. So few would bless me with knowing their thoughts, I'm happy you'd admit your discretions as you may not be the only one to dream of the moments when you lead me up the steps or into a carriage. How you fingers linger just beneath my own and the way the leather of your gloves grasps my fragile skin, almost unwittingly willing me to remain in your grasp for a second longer. I wonder if I may ever be the one to sooth your scrapes and bruises, if I may be so lucky to be the one to care for you instead.
Should our roles ever reverse even for a moment, know that the firelight that graces your unarmored form would be holy to me.
By the time night falls and I am tucked away in my chambers, I consider your presence, whether away or just beyond my door, and a single moment of feeling your hand rest ever so briefly upon me. Upon my hair, agaisnt my cheek, even a slight touch to my ankle, I'd rest knowing I am safe. Perhaps even cherished.
I long to see you train again in the gardens, dear knight, to admire in you what I do not possess myself and so much more that is so wholly you. The way your hair clings to your forehead and your grip never wavers. Please, never lose your drive as you have become my hope as well.
Yours always,
your prince
#thank you again dear knight this makes me so happy (sorry for taking some extra time Rosy had another mishap)#ask#knight and prince#original writing#kay-sir-knight#princecore#knightcore#i cant wait for the day i get to use my pretty inks to write to someone for real#i still hope for my true knight#its fall and my heart is so lonely this time of year and i want my Beautiful someone to be with me so badly#fall dates and apple cider#maybe not apple picking since i cant carry the basket and literally wished i had a husband when i couldn't get my grommets to fit into my#corset properly because i APPARENTLY cant swing the mallet hard enough#but if he could carry it for me id make so many pies and tarts and crumbles#my person is gonna be so chubby because of me.....i cant wait#stocky boys 🥰💚🥴💚#anyway what was i rambling about#i cant wait to find my someone#it was supposed to happen by now and i just ..am struggling#but these letters help so much to keep me hoping#for now i binge horror and pray that he'll come along soon#beautiful and brilliant and smelling like the woods and sea salt with gorgeous sea glass eyes#some day#even if my cards keep telling me to reevaluate... i know what i need and i need peace and security and to know ill be fought for#until then i have this darling knight to keep me hopeful and content#and maybe some ice cream to numb myself back to reality#is it pathetic to want so badly for my mr darcy?#i dont know anymore. i just know i cant settle or i would have by now#but god i wish i didnt have a type#that would make it so much easier 🫤
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yunymphs · 3 days
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droppin this . . . did yall miss me !!!
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔… hates it when you cry.
glistening, chunky tears that stream down your soft cheeks. he hears the little sniffle that indicates a bigger sob brewing underneath the surface, tears bubbling to your eyes and he's already whispering soft "no, no, no, no no..." as if he can plead the tears away... plead the pain away. when you cry, any sort of teasing or sarcastic remarks is washed from his handsome expression, and your lover immediately takes you into his arms in an attempt to ease your cries.
it hurts you, and it hurts him too.
gojo has always been like this, but when you cry during sex—
its all different.
he has you in his arms for a different reason tonight. gojo's weight pushing your body into the mattress of the bed as he shamelessly hits it from the back. fuck, the two of you have been at it like rabbits for the past four hours. every time you think you're done, gojo finds a new way your body stretches for him. he eases himself inside of your gummy walls, lips hissing the most heinous words into the hot shell of your ear.
he's got you in a head lock. your nose is pressed into the meaty muscle of his forearm, strong bicep supporting you so you don't entirely collapse as his hips rut into your own. you can't help crying out, lip quivering and brain entirely rotted with how fucking good he fucks you.
"f-fuck..." he chokes out. "you cryin' again?"
but truth be told, he isn't mad. he isn't mad at all or sad.
the sight of you crying simply makes him wanna fuck the tears right out of your body.
"mmh... s-sorry—" you wail, a sloppy line of spit falling between your lips onto his hot skin. "'ts not my fault you're s-so big...! agh!"
"oho, so it's my fault now?" he chuckles deeply, slowing his pace.
snowy white pubes brush against your thigh, a hard vein cruelly swiping itself against the plush of your cunt. he's so mean.
it's nasty, but he loves it. in any other scenario, the sight of you crying would break his heart... but witnessing your tears in bed only makes him eager to fill your guts and fuck a baby right into the tummy bulge he gives you.
"fuuuck... 'm gonna cum again," gojo chuckles, almost as if he's amused with his own intense sex drive. "gonna cum in ya. finally gonna give you that baby you want."
"pl... please...!"
"now stop your cryin', 'kay?"
you nod, a strangled "mmhmmm..." into his skin, panting against his forearm.
his hips click into yours once more, finally spilling his milky white seed into the heaven between your thighs. your vision goes entirely black as you come down with him, flopping onto the cushions with a face entirely soaked in an aftermath of drool and tears. gojo pulls out and nearly collapses on top of you, head tucked into your neck. the only sound that fills the room is a symphony of labored breaths and the raindrops pattering against the window.
after a moment of silence, he speaks.
"are you okay?" gojo asks softly, tone changing entirely. you giggle at his duality— this is the same man who was trying to fuck a baby into your guts five seconds ago.
a slender hand comes up to wipe at your wet face. he doesn't care of your remnants of mascara dirty his fingers; he'll clean it later.
"yeah, 'm fine. thank you..." you reply quietly, shifting so that intense sex can slowly turn into a quiet cuddle session. gojo holds you like that and stares up at the ceiling, angelic eyelashes fluttering with a tired exhale.
"i get scared i'm hurtin' you whenever you cry, you know that?"
"i promise it's not like that..." you urge, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"you promise?"
"promise."
and he knows its just an instinct. you happen to be a crybaby, and that's completely fine with him. he prefers that anyways.
"fuck."
"what?" you perk up.
"my dick is hard again."
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dark-twist-fairytales · 9 months
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can we see all your sets
So, unfortunately, I don't have but one set built. That one set is Cole's Dragon Cruiser, along with its characters. (4 mini-figs total)
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I have, however, many sets and booklets form the past. I have characters and mixed up parts, and it's honestly saddening how many can't be completed due to the amount of Legos missing over the years.
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But, let's go by set by set that I KNOW we have by release order (Fandom Wiki)
-Epic Dragon Battle (season 2)
-Kai's Fire Mech (season 2)
-Cole's Earth Digger (season 2)
-The Golden Dragon (season 2)
-Kai Fighter (season 3)
-Sky Shark (season 6)
-The Vermillion Attack (season 7)
-Desert Lightning (season 7)
-Vermillion Invader (season 7)
-Cole's Dragon Cruiser (season 15)
It's honestly really upsetting that I'm not able to build a lot of these from missing pieces. I believe there is another box somewhere of legos that got misplaced, but.. Yeah, this is all I have salvaged from every single bit of lego.
As a note: I have the stickered and special printed lego pieces for a lot of these, as well as all of the dragon heads (excluding one jaw from the quad dragon)
ANOTHER NOTE: Nya did NOT come from a set, she came from my character encyclopedia (pictured below with Nya in place), that unfortunately now has a rip on one of the pages (by accident from my niece, no blame on her, just still upset by this because it's a brand new book)
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ervotica · 4 months
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please don’t go, i love you so
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pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey
note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!
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Coriolanus is possessive.
It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.
It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.
It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.
He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.
There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.
You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.
“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”
His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.
“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.
He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.
“Nothing. I have you.”
“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”
He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.
“Coryo,” you pant.
“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.
“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.
You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”
The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.
“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”
“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”
“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.
“Wanna show me just where you belong?”
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