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princenotsocharming · 7 months
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✨ Dressing up for the occasion ✨ (Really want to color this, just can't decide on the outfit color and detailing...) UPDATE: Colored version HERE
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kimjiwoong · 1 year
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SOOBIN / Opening Sequence, MAMA 2022 extremely lq gifs of a moment that changed us
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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welcometogrouchland · 13 days
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[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post
#dc comics#dc#damian wayne#dick grayson#talia al ghul#batfamily#dc robin#nightwing#anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther#like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it#they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc#but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself#anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did#it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios#also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul#you will always be famous to me#son of the demon origin...bwahhh#anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic#but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up#so go look at that as well#anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy#i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!)#so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!)#when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself#it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on#I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue#i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :]#idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups#so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat#(it's me they should hire me. please DC i have ideas listen to my red hood pitch PLEASE-)
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midcaptain · 6 months
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ENVER GORTASH + talking with his hand(s). bonus: the stupid fucking hand clasp that I find extremely endearing.
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eloquent-edits · 2 months
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🗡️ “That time of the month again?”
because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions
Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)
B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand
A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)
B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)
Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows
B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine
Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)
A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain
B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache
All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)
A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A
B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)
A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)
“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”
B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)
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rakkuntoast · 2 months
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bolas leader phil love you forever
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themeeplord · 4 months
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I just wanna,, I just,,
I want to hold,,,,
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diurnalvl · 4 days
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seven years ago, they used to be friends. almost.
1 / 2 / ?
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gatalentan · 8 months
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Lisa Ann Walter 📺 Jersey (2020)
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ominouspuff · 29 days
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I love rebel fox's ridiculously big sleeves
So glad you do — I dearly love them too. So many opportunities for flourishing and swishing from a man you would expect to do exactly neither and never
Also. You have given me the opportunity to EXPOUND and I’m taking it
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The sleeve is not only aesthetic, but so EXTRA
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CW mutilation: Fox’s right hand index-finger: “Ahsoka’s Gift” - In the arc where Fives (appears) to get shot by Fox, enraged by this and by her treatment by the Coruscant guard during her trial arc, Ahsoka takes revenge on the offending digit that shot the gun. With her teeth, btw — it gets a bit wild. Side-note: It factors in for the other clones that Fox is not right-handed, but that’s the hand he uses to shoot Fives. Then again, most clones are trained/raised/adjusted to be ambidextrous, so — it’s just odd all around, from the outside.
GAR armor: In keeping with the AU title and inspiration (Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith — A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant), Fox has kept his GAR shoulder-guards, a cutout of his chestplate, and knee-guards (plus one shin-guard), though the paint on them has been adjusted or worn.
Oversized sleeve: Beneath the batwing sleeve and dramatic flair, Fox is hiding whatever the rebellion uses instead of the Mandalorian Whistling Birds, in addition to an elbow-mini-blaster that fires a max of four shots, and extra ammo. (Also the sleeve is removable — think detachable bridal train)
CW self-destruction: On the reverse side of his chest-plate piece, Fox has an explosive device with multiple ways to rig it to explode. While it is detachable and likely could be used to explode OTHER things, the primary intent is a last resort gesture of defiance should he run out of other options.
Fox also has a replaced tooth (which he makes use of, but no spoilers here) and a metal plate protecting the surgery point for when his chip was removed. Since Fox is Fox, he prioritized speed over care at the time, so it is permanent vulnerability due to how his skull was treated and recovered afterward.
Do you see the knifes on his thigh they are small but they are important
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st4rch1ld404 · 7 months
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dis a wip.. anyway- u cannot tell me this mans has a six pack after a massive heart break and a year in his tower bro... he is soft,,,
says he isnt father material.. u can have a dad bod instead ig
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yea-baiyi · 1 year
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i keep thinking about the odyssey i am THINKING about wei wuxian as odysseus. you were dead. its been years since you’ve seen your family. the child you left behind is almost a man. you wear a face they don’t recognise, you sneak in through the back door. the dog gives your identity away. the world knows it’s you when you draw your weapon. the person you love recognises you by the original symbol of your love—a secret that no one else in the world knows about, still, because they kept it safe for all these years. you get the chance to go back and despite everything, you found home waiting for you; he kept your place and raised your son and he was still there waiting for you when you got back. tell me o muse, about a complicated man i am extremely not okay
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wrecked-fuse · 2 years
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Heatwave 🥵  This years Hawkins summer is especially hot.
🔪🔪🔪 в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪  
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welcometogrouchland · 2 months
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I've been binging Batman Beyond recently (Terry ily so much) and thought about how- bc of the JLU twist which I think isn't even canon to the comics BB verse but shhh bare with me- he'd technically be Damian's half brother??? Which is just so ridiculously soap opera to me. I need them to interact in a silly time travel adventure so bad you don't even understand (ID in alt)
#dc comics#damian wayne#terry mcginnis#batman beyond#batman and robin#mine#also feat the mild damian uniform redesign i like playing around with. it's fun i like her. i love u classic robin colours#the backstory for this image in my mind is that Terry knows of Damian/has maybe met him#in the future (whether we're going w the rebirth ''damian rejoins the league'' angle that i. don't love conceptually but can't judge-#-bc i haven't read. or if we go w/ some other potential future route for damian) and Terry is like. experiencing whiplash at meeting him-#-as robin. like you are 5 feet tall why r u so bossy. where is your dad good god. this is why i don't have a robin (?this is pre matt-robin)#but Terry's in an unfamiliar time trying not to cause a paradox so he puts aside his indignitude(?) at being bossed around by a kid#just long enough to make sure nothing goes horrifically wrong. hence this image takes place#<- i could've been a lot more eloquent explaining this but it's very late and i should've been asleep ages ago#anyway. absolutely crazy to me that Damian has had multiple flavours of secret brother plots and terry is a potential addition. rip damian#(also in my ideal future damian took up the nightwing mantle (EVERYONE READ NIGHTWING MUST DIE!!!) before retiring(#idk what his future career is. lowkey hes a webcomic artist in my brain but that's so horrendously self indulgent i can't condone it#also i decided to try my hands at lineart again. evil. how are you so stiff looking and difficult to do. waughh#anyway if things look weird. no they don't
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softmangoes · 8 months
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night visits | brahms heelshire x reader
18+ only
summary: you've been having trouble sleeping a month after you started working at the heelshire manor. it's time to figure out why.
includes: fem domme! reader, face sitting, teasing, a very subby and needy brahms
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You felt it again. The hands. In the dream, they roamed over your body, tracing the curve of your shoulder, gliding over the smooth expanse of your abdomen, slowing only once they came to your inner thighs. You shuddered as icy fingers crept closer to the warmth there as if they wanted to gently pry you apart, make you pliable. What would happen, you wondered, if you were to spread your legs?
Before you could get an answer, your eyes snapped open to the emptiness of your room - which was quiet save for the usual rustling within the walls. In your groggy stupor, you realize that your blanket had been cast aside, leaving your legs bare to the cold winter air. Was the heater acting up again? You wondered, slightly annoyed. Sooner or later, you'd have to ask Malcom to find a way to get it checked.
But for now, you brought the covers over yourself and fell back asleep.
The dreams had started at the end of your first month at the manor. The Heelshires had just left for their vacation, telling you that they would be back soon once they had enough of the coastal air. By that time, you had just started to get used to the strange routine they had set for you, so your days would be spent lounging on the divan with a book in your hands as the sound of a piano floated from the record player across the room.
But on that first night, you could have sworn you felt someone touching your hair. It started out as a gentle prod, a delicate brush over the stray strands that had stuck to your cheek that soon turned into what felt like someone slowing running their fingers through your hair.
In the morning, you simply dismissed it as a dream. You were alone in the house, after all. Still, you squinted at yourself as you brushed your locks in front of the mirror.
It's an old house, you told yourself. Strange things happened all the time in old houses.
You looked at the doll sitting on the chair across the room. And this house was certainly no stranger to the unusual.
"Maybe it's sleep paralysis," your friend said, her voice crackly over the bad reception. "I used to get it all the time in college. I'd feel breathing on my neck and things trying to grab me."
Your eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. "You think so? I guess it makes sense - it's a little creepy being along without the old folks around," you said, tapping the spatula against your mouth. Malcom was due to stop by at any time with the weekly delivery of groceries and you still had to plan for dinner. "Well, what do I do, then?"
"You try to open your eyes," she said. "Or move your feet. It's your body that's asleep, so shifting yourself should wake you up."
Later that night, you kiss the doll to end your daily ritual.
"Good night, Brahms," you murmured, wrapping the blanket around him. "You better not be up to any trouble."
Maybe you were going crazy. Maybe it was sleep paralysis. Maybe it was all because you hadn't slept well in a while.
Whatever it was, sleep found you nestled in your blanket and took you easily.
Sometime, somewhere amid the realm that separated consciousness and slumber, you felt a hand slip between your thighs.
You stirred at the sensation of a palm sliding over your vulva and what felt like a thumb pressing against your clit.
Something strange was happening.
You opened your eyes slightly and saw the shape of a man outlined in the moonlight.
It's a dream, you thought, shutting your eyes. It's only a dream.
After a minute, the hand removed itself from your shorts and you heard a faint creaking and then the familiar rustling within the walls.
In the morning, you slid your hand under your panties and found yourself sticky with wetness.
"I don't know what's going on," you lamented, leaning back against the pillow. "For fuck's sake."
Your thoughts wandered to the man from your dream. His broad shoulders. The curls in his hair. His large hand grasping you, his cool fingertips pressing against your seam.
You had no idea if what you were going through was just a dream, but perhaps it could be your fantasy.
Slowly, your fingers moved through the slick and your core embered as you made gentle circles around your clit.
Perhaps moving for this job had been stressing you. Perhaps you weren't prepared for how weird this position turned out to be. Perhaps you were just in need of some sort of release.
"Fuck," you gasped as your hips bucked against your fingers. Your other hand fisted the sheets as your climax shuddered through you, sending little shocks from your clit to your thighs.
Satisfied, you rolled over and sighed, chest heaving from the exertion. Your eyes fell to a crack in the wall. In the back of your mind, you wondered whether or not you were truly alone.
Curious, you slipped your shorts back on and walked to the wall. You pressed your ear against the old plaster and heard the familiar creak of wood along with an exhalation that sounded a lot like breathing.
Smiling, you decided that you were going to try something new that night.
After you capped off your daily routine of taking care of the doll, you brought the covers over your chest and closed your eyes.
Instead of drifting off to sleep, you waited.
After a while, you heard a rustling sound come from near the dresser across the room and the creak of footsteps padding against the wooden floor.
There was a man in your room.
Fear would have been the expected emotion to come over you in such a situation, but you could only feel the static of anticipation dance across your skin.
His breathing was soft, as if muffled by something. Within just a few moments, you felt goosebumps prickle your arms as your blanket was moved aside, exposing you to the cool air.
You felt a weight shift the bed. He was trying to come closer to you - perhaps he was testing how bold he could be. Fingers tentatively slid beneath your shirt, feeling the expanse of your abdomen before settling to cup your bare breast.
You fought against an inhale at his touch and instead, you wrapped a hand around his wrist and opened your eyes to find yourself face to face with a porcelain mask.
Surprised, his eyes went wide and he let out a muffled yelp. You thought he would have fallen back to rush to whatever hole he had crawled out if you hadn't tightened your grip on his wrist and pulled him closer.
"More," you demanded. "I want you to touch me more."
You watched as his eyes flicked from your hand to your face as if nervous. A gulp resounded from his mask as he nodded quickly, squeezing your breast as you worked to unbutton your shirt.
"There," you said, the sides of your silk shirt draped haphazardly over your chest. "You like what you see?"
As if in reply to you, he moved closer to you. He was tall and strongly built, the fibers of his work shirt clinging to lean muscle. You figured that he could easily overpower you.
Maybe he would, if you told him to.
"Good boy," you said, shivering at his thumb grazing your nipple.
So this...must have been Brahms. The real Brahms. Somehow, you couldn't bring yourself to feel shocked. All you could feel was the hunger for him to lay his hands on you.
"Can I touch you?" You asked, looking at the soft curls that fell over his mask.
He paused before giving you another nod. You raised your hand and ran your fingers through his unruly curls, causing him to pant.
"Mmm," he rumbled, his eyes rolling back at the pleasure of your touch.
"You poor thing," you cooed, dragging your fingernails down the length of his nape. "How long have you been wanting this?"
With a swift motion, you wrapped your legs around him and flipped him onto his back. He gasped in surprise, his hands holding your thighs to steady him.
"How long, Brahms?" You pressed, raking a hand across his chest, eliciting another delicious groan from him. "Tell me."
"Ev-every night," he croaked, his voice hoarse with underuse. "Aft...after the first month."
With your palms pressed against his chest, you lowered yourself so that your face hovered just above his. His eyes, wild with shock, scanned you nervously.
"Every night," you said slowly, giving weight to each word. "I tucked you into bed. And for a month, you kept me from having a good night's sleep."
You moved to the shell of his left ear and whispered, "I'm going to take back everything you took from me. Do you understand?"
He nodded, this time even more quickly.
"Please," he said quietly, his eyes squeezed shut.
"First things first," you said, tucking your fingers underneath the edge of his mask. "I want to see more of you."
His hand curled around your wrist as he shook his head.
"Bad," he said, almost panicked. "Very bad."
"Don't you want to be good for me?" You teased, sliding a thumb across his smooth porcelain cheek. "A good little boy - just for me?"
"Mm," he said, his voice high with excitement. "Good," he continued, hooking his thumbs beneath his mask to lift it from his face. "Yes, good."
Malcom had told you that years ago, that there was a fire at the Heelshire house.
You saw the flames in the rippled scar tissue that was spread across the right half of Brahms' face.
"Bad?" He shook beneath you, eyes welling with tears. "I look...bad?"
"No," you said, cupping his scarred cheek. The silvery skin was smooth. Even with the burn, he was handsome. The soft curls. His bright eyes. The strong jawline. You brushed your mouth against his, feeling his warm breath on your face. "You've been a very good boy."
At your praise, he crushed his lips to yours - the action hungry and desperate as his wet tongue probed your mouth.
"Been," he panted in between breaths, bunching his hand in your hair. "I've been wanting to taste you."
You rocked your hips against his groin, causing him to moan against your mouth.
"Well?" You said, sinking your teeth at the hollow of his neck. "What do you think?"
"More," he gasped, his hands moving to the waistband of your shorts. "I want, ah, I want more of you."
Quickly, you slipped your shorts and underwear, tossing it aside.
Once you finally discarded your shirt, he marveled at the sight of your naked form.
"Please," he begged, his fingers pressing into your hips. His eyes were glazed with desire. "I want to...taste you."
Not wanting to deny him, you lifted yourself so that your thighs hovered above his face.
"Thank you," he said, his strong arms wrapping around you before pulling your pussy to his mouth.
You grabbed the headboard for stability as his cold tongue desperately lapped at your clit. When you tried to pull away, shuddering at the intensity of his hunger, Brahms only tightened his hold on you.
"I want," he stammered against your wetness. "I want you to, ah, say...say my name."
"Fuck," you grabbed his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth.
He groaned, his tongue exploring your slit. Thighs shaking, you had his name pressed against your teeth.
"Brahms," you whined, fucking yourself against his tongue. "I need more."
"Mm," he nodded as he traced small circles around your clit, your core tightening as the climax shuddered through you.
You moaned his name, thighs twitching with aftershocks until you leaned back and fell over beside him.
Next to you, he wiped at the slick on his face and licked it off his fingers, relishing the taste of you.
After a moment, he rolled to face you.
"The sounds you made," he murmured, hands roaming to your thighs. "So pretty," he continued, making the pads of his fingers wet with your honey. "Let me hear them."
You gasped as he slid two fingers into your warmth, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate him. It had been a long time since you had been touched like this, and all you could do was rock against him, your body still sensitive from the orgasm you had a few minutes earlier.
"Brahms," you clawed at his shirt, panting. "I want to make you feel good."
"Okay," he said softly, leaning back against the bed.
"Take off your shirt," you directed. Obediently, he slipped off his cardigan and top, revealing a lean chest covered in dark, curly hair.
"Cute," you said, straddling him, feeling the length of his excitement against your thigh.
"You think...I'm cute?" He blushed, raising a hand to cover his face.
It was so strange to think that he was almost frightening earlier this night, but so pliable for you now.
"So cute," you took his hand away from his face so you could kiss him deeply, your hips rocking slowly against his.
Against your mouth, he whimpered at the friction.
"It feels good," he groaned. The sound of it was almost guttural, like a growl. "More," he begged. "Please." He dug his fingers into your hips, grinding you against his cock.
"Brahms," you took his hands in yours. "Be a good boy and take the rest off."
With a nod, he slipped off his pants, revealing a rock-hard erection.
"Oh," you said, marveling at the size of it. "What a pretty thing." You teased, rubbing the tip along your seam. "Can you feel how wet I am for you?"
"Please," he panted, almost whining. "I'll be good. Just...let me take you."
You groaned as his head met your slick clit. "But you're being so good for me right now," you told him, bracing yourself against his chest as you teased him near your entrance.
"Please!" He cried, taking your hips and slamming you against his cock.
You gasped at the length of him, but you could barely brace yourself as he started bucking into you hard.
"I've been bad," he said, wrapping an arm around you to secure you to his body. His breath was hot against your chest as he bounced you.
"But I can be good for you," he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it gently as he worked at it with his tongue.
"Brahms," you moaned, grabbing his curls as he fucked you relentlessly.
"I want you," he licked. "I want you all to myself." His arms tightened around you.
You couldn't help but churn your hips against his. Fuck, it felt good.
You bit your lip as your core tightened. You were about to come.
"Kiss me," he growled, and you brought your mouth to his as the climax rocked through the both of you. Thighs shaking, you could feel him twitch inside of you.
With a sigh, he loosened his hold on you and you leaned against his chest.
"Was I...good?" He asked once his breathing began to slow, his voice quiet.
"Did I do good for you?"
You gave him a peck on the cheek - although from the look on his face, it seemed like he wanted more.
"It was amazing," you told him.
Eyes wet with tears, he wrapped his arms around you. "D-don't ever l-leave me," he said. "I don't...ever want you to leave me."
"Shush," you pressed a finger to his lips. "I don't know where you got that idea," you said, bringing your mouth to his neck. "I think I'd like to have you to myself for a long time."
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