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            out of force of habit, he's pulling his sweater up a little just to show off his thighs knowing just how much daddy loves them and the only thing on his mind is how to please him in the best way he can. so he kicks his legs around a little just to make the muscles more apparent, head resting on carter's shoulder with a small and sleepy smile playing on his lips. "mhm, that sounds like fun. can we get ice cream after, too ? i'll pay, i promise."

      he smiled as his hand started to grip the smaller boy’s thighs. if someone were to ask him his top three favorite things on his boyfriend’s body, it would be a very simple question for him; his face, his thighs, and his bum — and his tummy, if it were top four. his skin was just so soft and pretty, especially on his thighs. “you wanna go out, then? we can go out to your favorite place.”

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            his absolute favorite seat in the house would just have to be carter's lap, all nuzzled into his chest and giggling sweetly as he just draws little shapes into the man's skin, humming lightly as he did so. “hang out with you, duh,” his tone is sarcastic but light and playful, bringing his head up so he can press a small kiss to carter's lips, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. "are you hungry, daddy ? we can get somethin to eat, if you wanna."

      he smiled, taking a seat next to michael. "i’m sorry i kept you waiting for so long, baby." he said, pulling the boy into his lap. there wasn’t a moment when the two were around each other that carter didn’t have his hands on michael in some way. he couldn’t get enough of his boy and he wanted to make sure his baby knew — as if the dark marks he left all over his body weren’t enough. “what do you want to do tonight, sweetie?”

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who should i make a moodboard for ?

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      it's asking a lot of him. it's asking him to give up a tradition with his brother just for this boy that he loves oh so dearly. it sucks. bennett is the only brother he has and if he doesn't spend christmas with him, then who will ? surely not his mother, she hates the holiday's. but dexter knows out of all people, this is the only holiday bennett enjoys. ' no. no, i can't. i can't leave bennett behind. he's the only brother i have, ian. i can't spend the holiday's without him, ' he mutters, shaking his head in frustration as his eyes close and he wheezes in a deep breath. ' my brother is all that i've got and i'm staying here for him. '

      oh, and that little smile is replaced with a frown, a sad look taking over his soft features as he watches dexter. darn it! that’s not what he wanted. he knew it was their first christmas together and he knew how much this meant to dexter and ian just feels like crap. as much as he wants to spend this christmas with dex, he knows he can’t let down his parents. after all, they’re paying for his school and his apartment and if they decide to stop? well, he’d be a homeless, mute college dropout with no future. so he thinks for a moment, looking down his lap before grabbing the phone from dexter. ’ maybe you can come with me? ‘ 

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  it's a stupid fight anyways. words are being thrown that mean nothing to either of them, but yet they're still coming up without a second thought. and no matter how safe stacy has ever felt, she's never thought he would ever lay a single finger on her. but, oh boy, was she wrong. she's pushed to the floor, head hitting the wall behind her, but she just takes it. her eyes go wide and she wraps her arms around herself, not daring to look up at him before she's grabbing onto whatever shows she can find, taking off right out the front door and not even thinking of looking back.

  marco rarely ever gets mad. both of them know not to make marco mad. it’s just a common rule that everyone should really abide by but this argument has hit a few too many nerves close to home and he’s practically fuming. until his hands push her and then everything goes quiet for a moment. ” o — oh my god. ” he could practically feel the repressed parts of him — the ghoul part of him — beginning to try to make it’s appearance. “ no, no, no. “ 

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home is wherever i’m with you — ( marco and anastasia ) invxgorate

for two restless hearts that just won’t ever stop loving.

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i have been awake since 9:30 and have been doing things all day and i am pooped so it's bed time for me !

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      he has to read the message on the phone a couple times before it actually hits him. no. no, they were supposed to just spend christmas together. bennett would be coming over but that was because they both didn't appreciate their mother and their dad didn't have enough cash to fly both of them out to france to spend christmas together there. so, christmas with ian was his only hope. and now he's leaving. ' but — but we had plans. our first christmas together, baby. it was going to be so special. i have everything planned and i— no. no, you can't go home. it's not in the plans ! ' uh oh, he's upset. he needs to be calmed down before he goes off on a short fuse.

      a rosy blush begins to inhabit his cheeks and ian quickly shakes his head, pressing his face into dexter’s chest and drawing his plump, lower lip between his teeth. and in all honesty, ian doesn’t really want anything — everything he needs is right here. he’s got the best boyfriend, a roof over his head, clothes on his back and food in the kitchen. what more could someone need? but, oh… ‘my parents want me to come home for the holidays.’ he taps out on a new note in his phone, handing the device to dexter with a hopeful look. 

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      ' i don't think i've told you just how cute you are in a while, so this is just a little reminder that you're cuter than cute, ' and since when is he this sappy about things ? it's weird, really. he's usually having to put on a facade for everyone else, following the footsteps of bennett is not an easy thing to do when he's being all cutesy and giggly like how he is with ian. oh well, a little relief every once in a while is always healthy. ' you never did tell me what you wanted for christmas, ' he nudges the top of the boys head with his nose, kissing at his hair sweetly.

      it’s so warm and cozy in here right now — ian can’t imagine any other way to spend the afternoon. and so he lets out the smallest of giggles, barely audible as he reaches up and swipes at dexter’s upper lip with his lip, sucking the chocolate off his thumb before settling back into his arms. he’s pretty sure dexter’s learned to appreciate his little noises, considering they don’t happen often. and only if you’re close with him. if you’re a stranger or he’s alone in the library or the supermarket, there’s absolutely no way he’ll utter a sound and even after you befriend him, it takes him a long while to become comfortable with making any noises. so he settles back into dexter’s chest and nods, taking a small sip of his cocoa.

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      ugh, it's snowing. it's not that he hates snow, he just hates having to stay inside while it does snow. but, everything's okay. know why ? he's got a sleepy little cutie sitting at his side and everything is just okay right in this moment, so he doesn't care about much right now. with cup of hot chocolate cupping in two hands and two big marshmallows popping out at the top, dexter's taking slow little sips every once in a while, leaving him with a little chocolate stache and a smile on his face. ' if it wasn't for you, i'd be freezing right now. i don't know how to start fired. my mom didn't let me play with matches as a kid, ' he pouts, setting his hot chocolate to the side just so he could wrap an arm around the boy as he's seated right beside him, a happy hum vibrating his throat.

      with a mug of hot chocolate in both hands, ian’s stepping back into the living room, blowing on the hot liquid as he sets them down on the coffee table. what a cozy afternoon — just the two of them, some hot cocoa and a warm fire to keep them company as the snows continues to lazily drift down outside their window. when he finished tending to the fire, making sure it had enough material to keep a nice & steady burn for at least the next hour, ian clambers back over to the couch, plopping down and cupping the warm mug in his hands as he turns to the other, a sleepy smile on his lips.

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            the voice gets him to jump a little, hiccuping and quickly meeting his eyes to the wonderful sound. oh, now he's blushing because carter's basically naked and oh, it's not like he's never seen it before. hell, he's seen him naked more times than he can count, but it still doesn't mean he won't blush every time he sees it. "yes, i did ! very, very much," he pouts right up at him, hands up and grabby, beckoning carter over to him with a soft little whimper. oh, he just wants attention and he'll ask for it like he was a puppy dog. "i even got so bored that i tried to watch tv."

          he just stepped out of the shower. he still had little drops of water cascading down his body, his hair was still wet, and he had a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. he walked into the living room, seeing his sweet little boyfriend sitting on the couch in one of carter’s sweaters and cute christmas socks. fuck, when did he get a boyfriend that was literally sent down from heaven. there were so many things that carter loved about their relationship. he loved the fact that the smaller boy was so submissive, he loved that he was cuddly, and he absolutely loved the fact that he was referred to as ‘daddy.’ “hey babyboy. miss me?”

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( text ➥ kitty. )

josie: you won't protest?

calum: you get punished either way.

calum: it's up to you to make it worse or better for yourself.