#claimed-souls

[parksinn]

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[daddyxpark]

♔ (please take your time with this one. answer whenever you're free~) --Hoon ♥

♔ My muse finding your muse wearing their clothes [drabble]

Chanyeol comes home late from work, covered in dog fur, annoyed as hell. First a client cancelled, then called back and demanded their slot be re-opened after Chanyeol had closed it; he’d tried to patiently explain that he can get her into a later slot, because the one she cancelled was already filled. She demanded that time slot, and Chanyeol had gotten so irritated with the woman he told her to take her business elsewhere if she couldn’t act like a responsible adult, and maybe that other place will kick out another customer just for her.

The second thing was... a very big dog. Very. Big. Chanyeol doesn’t think he’s ever seen a Mastiff in real life, let alone groomed one. That was a hoot and a half; it took three employees to hold it down and another two to clean it and honestly, Chanyeol feels like he’s been hit by a train.

By the time he gets home, he’s ready to take a shower, have a beer, and hit the sack. But he smells... something totally different when he walks into his apartment. It smells soft, clean, and feminine-- ah, that’s right, he’d given Hoon a key to his place. The kitten must be around. 

Chanyeol makes sure he doesn’t get distracted, stripping off his dog-hair clothes and tossing them in the washer immediately to be added to tomorrow’s load. He takes a quick shower to relax his sore muscles, and then he wraps a towel around his waist, padding to his bedroom. When he opens the door, he sees Hoon curled up on the bed, fast asleep, wearing one of Chanyeol’s hoodies; smiling fondly, he walks into the bedroom and moves to the side of the bed, brushing back Hoon’s hair gently, fondly. He presses a kiss to the kitten’s forehead, and then pulls on a pair of sweats, climbing into bed behind Hoon and spooning him, drawing up the covers and settling in.

For the shitty day he had at work... this is exactly what he needed to come home to, he thinks, nuzzling into the back of Hoon’s neck and settling down for sleep.

This is heaven.

[96yhd]

/climbs up onto your lap and snuggles close, purring/

(/pets the other lightly, drawing little designs with his finger as he goes along) 

[myheavenlyhells-blog]

/curls up/ Morning.

Good morning, love. How are you doing? 

[lokixxxwolfram]

claimed-souls​

The android wasn't allowed to leave the apartment for much other than going to the office therefore he was resulted to finding small pleasures online, including hacking gaming websites to get better scores. Probably not the best place to be investing his talent but then again it was rather minor compared to the stuff that he usually did. It was especially fun when he managed to encounter one of those truly passionate gamers that didn't like losing, like the one he was playing against currently. They played each other a couple times a week yet the other had never managed to win a single time, causing him to lose his mind just a bit.

He had no problem turning on his webcam for the other though he didn't quite see how that would soothe his budding rage, he complied anyways moving to a more secluded part of the apartment so he didn't get scolded. It took a bit but eventually both their cameras were on and they could properly face each other. He was about to give the man a proper greeting by something wasn't right, Hoon seemed highly distracted by something as they stared at each other yet he couldn't place what would cause it. Therefore being the piece of shit he truly was, he shifted his hand away from the mouse and quietly tapped a few things into his keyboard while the other seemed occupied with whatever. "You really should learn to play better" He snickered at his reaction, smirking playfully. "Maybe if you weren't so angry all the time, you'd be able to focus better"

[sisenboi]

☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻

Everything, of course. That tail, your eyes, your lips, your neck, your hands, your chest, your butt, your thighs, your legs. YOU are what I find sexy.

[sisenboi]

Mine now~!

*he can't hide his smile as he nods* I'm yours for three days.

[paradoxvm-blog]

♪ ((King to Satae.))

                          send me ♪ and i’ll write a short starter using a line from a song                                                              i’ve listened to recently.                                                   ( ♪♪♪ — pound the alarm ; nicki minaj )

          it’s a typical night for them. satae covered in bites and bruises, and king beside him, glazed in a layer of perspiration from the heat that had been radiating off the both of them in lustful waves — and all that had done was rush them to a climax that they had been fighting. he couldn’t count on a single hand how many times his head had banged into the headboard, or his eyes had rolled back because the other had gone so deep inside that satae was sure he’d be split in two by the end of their session. 

          and miraculously, he’d made it without that happening. he’d never been a quick one to hit his climax, but with king, sometimes it was just so damn hard not to cum.  he’d want it to last until he choked on his own breath and suffocated in the psychotic desires that tore through his body like pain, and the pain was so good that all satae could do is gasp and moan and beg for more, and beg for it harder. 

          but this is the end for tonight. they are quelled, beside one another. they’re not touching, their bodies are about a few feet away from one another due to the size of king’s bed, they’re able to lay here without being intimate. 

          but satae is an insatiable little creature. and in a moment his body heat is right up against king again, as if he wasn’t sure he’d last just a mere hour ago, he’s pushed up against his master once more, long nails trailing down the shape of his bicep. it isn’t like they have anything to look forward to in the day that will follow, so why not spend the entire night indulging in the pleasure’s the other’s body has to offer ? 

          his lips manage to reach the other’s ear, and with a coo tucked finely into his usually hostile tone, he whispers hotly,  ❝ i wanna do it like you like — come get me baby, we’re not getting younger. ❞