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[mytavruin]

Ruin has been busy banging random elves in the woods.

Aodhán belongs to @shandoratheexplorer

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[seospicybin]

SATURN.

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Hyunjin x reader. (s,f,a)

Synopsis: Realized that Hyunjin's true love will always be his art, you decided to move on with your life to only cross path with him once more.

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"Let's just go home!" He said.

And by home, he meant your bed, your soft skin, and the beating heart inside your chest.

His hands painted your body with slow, gentle caresses. A canvas that was so divine he would only use the best colors but he couldn't think of any color that would match the blush on your cheeks.

He sure could get the color of his cum making streaks on your flushed body, pearly white glistening under the hazy afternoon light.

He placed kisses on your bare shoulder as you lay face down, "how are you so soft all over?"

You smiled in response, turning your head just enough to give him a quick peck on your lips.

Hyunjin took a pen lying on your bedside table and uncapped it, biting the pen cap between his teeth as he started to draw on your back shoulder.

You stayed still for him, watching him through the reflection in the full-length mirror, eyebrows knitted as he focused on the drawing he made on your skin.

After a few minutes, he finally stopped and capped the pen back. He rubbed over the skin to place a gentle kiss on it.

You didn't waste time to see what he was drawing, turning it to face the mirror and saw the drawing of flowers.

"They're not going to wither or die," he told you, placing his hand on your waist, not letting you out of his reach.

You turned to face him, "yeah but they'll be washed off when I shower tomorrow," you said.

"Then don't shower!" He joked, pulling you back to lie down on the bed again and hovering above you.

He kissed you so deep you got breathless even though the kiss only lasted for a few seconds. He then looked into your eyes, intensely yet they held sentimentality in them, "I'll make a flower field for you," he promised.

You ran your hands up on each of his arms and joined them on the nape of his neck, "I'd love that."

Just like any fairytale, there was one thing that you shouldn't do, it could be pricking your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel or one bite of an apple but for you, it was the one question that you should never ask: What are we?

There was this temptation to ask and the hope that things might turn out different from what you expected or it could be that, falling into a deep slumber and never waking up again.

What you were having with him was nice, being with him, not having to name, it was all nice but the uncertainty of it all made you the slightest bit worried about what the future holds for you both.

And you wanted to be with him for as long and as far as this heart takes you.

What are we? You muttered in your head as you stared into his dark brown eyes.

Am I yours?

You asked in your head but didn't dare to let it out to the world, for him to hear.

Are you mine?

You turned over on the bed, having him pinned under you while you sat on top of him. Placing your hands on his chest to lean closer, you chose to bind him in another way.

"Promise me!" You dared him.

He got up to sit up, looking at you with unwavering eyes and long fingers trailing the shape of your jaw, "I promise."

You put your lips on him to mark his words and sealed his promise with a kiss.

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[foxifly]

*ahem* New spicy piece over here since tumblr sucks.

[shierak-inavva]

so here’s some quick stuff from the past few days--second one’s a preview for something spicy you can find on my twitter or instagram ( but again, 18+ only please guys !! )

need some softness in my life rn ; ;

[freddy-eynsford-hills-cuck-chair]

I swear I am working on the other prompt and I really will get back to finishing Stutter Shook and Uptight. Here is a spicy little preview of what I am working on right now. I hope it will be enough to keep you through this content drought we are now facing, dear Jopperinos.

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Jim tightened one arm around Joyce, while his other hand drifted aimlessly up and down her back, uncertain of where to rest as she sighed her breathless sighs in between dizzying kisses. She tasted like toothpaste and chamomile tea, and smelled vaguely of his Irish Spring soap and El’s coconut shampoo. He hadn’t seen fit to shower after their ordeal, and he felt vaguely guilty of it, in the face of Joyce’s clean, mildly intoxicating scent, but if she was put off by his aroma, she didn’t show it - she kissed him like he was the air she breathed, licking into him with a hunger and passion that he hadn’t realized she possessed. The idea that she might’ve wanted him even a fraction as much as he wanted her, went straight to his cock, making it ache uncomfortably within the confines of his jeans.

“Good,” she finally gasped out when they paused to breathe, the sound of it hot and melodic against the shell of his ear, causing the hair on his arms and the back of his neck to stand on end. “Good,” she repeated as she wrapped her legs about his waist and allowed herself to be pressed against the wall so he could ravage her mouth once more.

Jim grew painfully aware of the fact that the only thing preventing a frantic coupling on his front porch was denim, and the thin cotton barrier of Joyce’s panties - neither were really a deterrent, not when he could feel her heat radiating despite the layers of clothing between them.  His mind flew to the house filled with sleeping teens and preteens, and the profound embarrassment that would befall all parties, if one of said teens or preteens would happen upon the scene.

“I don’t want you to sleep in the guest room tonight.”