#I'M GONNA EXPLODE INTO A MILLION PIECES

[two-minute-notice]

"i love cornbread yall"

- me in a country accent that i forgot to mask

[eldritchships]

Oh god speaking of Earth Spark. I'm delighted to see Steve Blum voicing Starscream again, but I just remembered there's another guy I know of who's voiced by Blum. Who happens to be on my list. And is voiced at a similar vocal pitch to Scream.

[coollyinterferes]

"Back by unpopular demand:"

"Us!"

[friesian]

going to try to take these five-ish days before i go off on my vacation to REALLY go through oblivion. i've played it once when i was like 14 or something.... but i never really absorbed it. i LIKED it though, so i'll at least have fun going back through it. gonna install some mods through to make things pretty (i need whatever dunmer i make to look pretty lalala)

[jarchivussy]

guys.. season 2 trailer

[dude-iloveu]

noctis has a lil chicki on her shoulder eehheheeeeee

[t4tbedehopmar]

good morn-

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[scooplery]

literally all of my anxiety would be cured by a gift of ten thousand dollars

[nygleskas]

Greg's perspective of u is that ur safe..... He knows ur safe and he's comfortable with u. He knows he doesn't have to try to impress u or be something he's not when he's with u like he does with Tom or his family. And after a long day of putting up with the abuse he goes through with them he knows he can come to u and all that stress just melts away because ur comforting and warm... ur like the closest thing he has to home ever since he came to new york <3

ikept this in my inbox so i could easily read it bc it made me crazy but i'm finally replying ot this ok THIS SISOOOWJHSLGEJNL this is so so real i wjwlejhrlnhwlgjsbhf

[incomprehensi-bull]

sometimes you look up a game and find out the cheapest option is three digits and think to yourself "maybe i really should figure out how to hack my ds"

[princesskiii]

Mmmm i need new people to talk to before i explode

[graphicpepsi]

desperate (nsfw, mdni)

OR: what happens when König returns from 6 months of deployment

Opening the door to your massive boyfriend felt surreal. There he is, standing in 25 pounds of gear like it's nothing, staring at you through traumatized yet stoic eyes.

He wraps his arms around you before he even gets in the door. His strong arms place themselves on your body like they'd never left; a hand on your back, the other on the back of your neck, softly pressing your head into his shoulder.

You inhale him, shamelessly, smelling metallic blood and sweat, musk and shampoo, him.

Neither of you are inclined to pull away completely, but enough to allow room for a long awaited kiss. König tugs his mask up to reveal his lips and kisses you harshly, your teeth clashing with a delicate force.

It had been months since you and König had touched each other. Months of letters, clandestine polaroids and whispery moans over private pay phones on the rare occasion he was free.

But now he was here, and alive, and god, if he left you now you think you'd die. A kind of electricity pulses in your fingertips, dancing along every piece of him you can find.

You pull him through the door with a rough tug of his vest, and you know he's only letting you control him because fuck he's strong.

The door slams shut behind you and almost immediately he's pressed you against the wall, his grip on your waist firm with intent. Reluctantly, he parts from you momentarily to remove the more dangerous parts of his gear that could hurt you. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an hour for you.

Your whole body is hot, overwhelmed with so many feelings both physical and emotional. You're overstimulated by him in the most beautiful, intoxicating way.

His hands are back on you and your chest is about to explode into a million tiny pieces.

"I love you so much," You whisper absent-mindedly into his neck as he kisses down yours. Your voice cut through the silence but neither of you minded, and neither of you seemed to be bothered by the wordless touching, breathing and feeling of the other. He grunts into your neck, and god that's hot.

König's hand delves into your shorts, his other gripping your thigh firmly. His hand ghosts over your pussy and you whine, shutting your eyes and leaning your head against the wall in anticipation. It's all too much. It's too much but it's what you need.

He doesn't make you wait. Doesn't tease you, edge you, make you beg for it; it's been months already. You both know he'll have you crying in frustration and desperation in a matter of hours, pussy dripping with slick and spit running down your neck, mewling with the pleasure of being denied by him- but that's not what tonight is.

Tonight is for you and him to feel each other, to find each other again. Because god knows it's been too long since his hands have been on you.

His fingers press into you, softly at first but rougher as he realizes how wet you are, how your body seems to melt and conform underneath him.

"Fuck, Köni," You whisper, hands flying up to grab at the back of his neck. He hoists one of your legs over his arm, giving him better access to your pussy. He has 3 fingers in you now, curling them and fucking them into you roughly, eyes staring at you frighteningly lovingly behind his mask.

He loves seeing you like this. He's missed it. He can't hear the noises you make in a polaroid.

"König, Kö- I'm gonna-" You can't even form words when he hits that spot in you. His rough fingers fuck into you relentlessly and you come for the first time, legs vibrating around him. You're completely relying on him to support you but you know he can.

Your head falls onto his shoulder, mouth panting as it presses sloppy kisses to the collar of his uniform. You haven't came like that in months and he hasn't even fucked you proper yet.

He lets you come down from your orgasm, looking into your eyes fearlessly.

In a matter of seconds he picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, laying you on the bed like you're made of silk. He cares so much about you it makes you want to cry.

You're about to take your shirt off when he stops you.

"I want to," He says plainly, pulling his mask and shirt off in one movement.

You could worship him like this easily. You haven't seen that lovely, handsome face in so long- god, you can name every scar on it, every crease-

His shirtless figure towers over you and it only makes you even more wet. The curve of his giant shoulders, his chest, the soft abs that litter his core-

You don't realize you're staring until he snaps his fingers, a playful smirk on his face. (God you've missed that smirk."

He strips down to his boxers and you can tell he's rock hard. His dick slaps against his stomach with every movement and you want to touch it so bad, wanna please him as he's pleased you.

His cold hands send shivers up your spine when they trace your waist to take your shirt off, and again when they unclip your bra. He tugs your shorts and underwear off and you're completely exposed in front of him.

Instinctively, you go to cover your pussy, but he grabs both of your wrists with one hand so fast he almost seems angry.

"None of that." He grunts, meeting your eyes. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, f'so long, Köni,"

"Sh, I know, me too. God, me too. I'll take care of you, love." He says, climbing on top of you and kissing your bare skin sloppily. Your skin is so fucking hot, you don't want his cool mouth to ever leave it.

He thrusts a finger into you, then two, but quickly realizes your pussy is practically begging him to shove his dick into you. You could be embarrassed over how wet you are, how much you're pulsing for him.

He throws your legs over his shoulders and positions himself so that his forearms rest on either side of your head, your noses so close they could touch.

And then he starts to enter you, all 8" of him.

"Fuck- shit, König, so big-"

"So fucking tight, schatz-"

He thrusts into you roughly, mercilessly, fucking you deep into the mattress and studying your eyes as he does so. Your hands grab at his back, clawing at it to the point where you're sure you're leaving marks. But you can't help it, and he wants you to mark him.

All you can think about is his dick, and how his skin feels on yours, how his breath feels on your face, how his grunts sound in your ear.

Fuck you've missed this dick. Stretches you out so good, hits you so deep, so rough and thick.

He's fucking you so good, and when he reaches a hand down to slap and play with your clit you know you're gone.

"König, Kö I'm gonna-"

"Come, love. Come on my dick."

You come with a shudder, and for a second you think you've gone to heaven with the way your body feels. Warm static fills your entire body.

Moments later he comes as well, pulling out at the last second to spill his come all over your tits and stomach.

He collapses on the bed next to you, pulling your shaking body onto his. He'll clean you both up in a matter of minutes, but he doesn't want to leave you just yet, too obsessed with the way your small body feels on his. Too caught up watching your bare chest breathe sporadically, trying to catch your breath.

God, you've missed this.

A/N: This is my first time posting on here I'm an ao3 veteran but I loveeee this man so much like fr wanna blend him up & drink him like a smoothie. If u like my writing that's super cool and i'll take ideas or wtv from y'all for sure. Hope you enjoyed :)

[george-weasleys-girl]

Act Like You Mean It

Start here:

Chapter 4

Summary: George and Y/N are oblivious idiots in love who agree to fake date in the attempt to drive away Y/N's unwanted suitor.

Warnings: allusions to sex, underage drinking, cursing

~•~

George Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

Y/N tasted of firewhiskey, and of the toffee she'd eaten just moments before they stumbled onto the dance floor, drunk and lovesick. Kissing her wasn't meant to happen, and George wasn't entirely sure how it happened. Nor did he care that it might be a bad idea as he melted into her embrace, her hands sliding up his behind his head to pull him closer. It was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be and more.

~•~

George's lips were warm and soft against hers, sending her into a dizzy spiral that had nothing to do with the alcohol surging through her veins. A little voice in her head screamed that she shouldn't be doing this, but the blood pumping in her ears drowned it out. She'd gladly suffer the consequences just for this one brief euphoric moment of bliss. The chance may never pass her way again.

~•~

"Fuck." Y/N shielded her eyes. The blinding sun pouring through the window stabbed relentlessly into her brain. 'I'm never drinking that much again.' She flopped back down on the pillow and heard a muffled snore. Y/N slowly turned her head to see George sleeping beside her. 'What -' She lifted the blanket, and her breath caught in her throat.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The kiss. She could only remember the kiss. How did this happen? She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything beyond that kiss. What have we done?

Hangover forgotten, she took in her surroundings. They were in George's dorm. Her eyes immediately darted to Fred and Lee's beds. Empty and obviously not occupied all night. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips.

'There's that, at least.'

Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, landing on the trail of clothes leading from the door to the bed. 'Fuck. Quite literally.'

"Y/N?" George's voice was rough with sleep."Wait, what...?" He noticed her bare back and immediately looked at himself under the covers. "Did we...?"

"I - I think so," Y/N's voice trembled.

"Shit. I, uh, I don't remember anything past-" George began.

"The kiss," Y/N finished.

"Yeah." George replied. "Do you - I'll avert my eyes - if you want to get dressed."

"Um, yeah," she mumbled.

"Ok," George looked away.

Y/N jumped up, searching for her clothes, throwing them on as she went.

"So, uh, I'll just go out now," she fumbled. "So you can get dressed. And then, we should, you know, probably talk." Y/N spared a quick glance at George and then hurried out the door.

~•~

They sat face to face on the sofa in the common room. Confused and scared, George blurted out first thing that popped in his head, that he thought might salvage their endangered friendship. "I was really drunk last night and I had no idea what I was doing. I'm so sorry."

"No idea..." Y/N looked down. "Yeah... same..."

George nodded. "Right, right. So, um, yeah... last night was a mistake. It should've never happened."

"Yes, of course," Y/N kept her eyes downcast. "As you said, a mistake."

"We should just, you know, pretend it never happened," he stammered.

"Pretend. Yeah, just keep pretending. Good idea," Y/N's voice could've frozen the room. "Listen, I'm not feeling so great. You know, hangover and everything. I'm gonna go have a nap."

"Ok. Right. Good plan. So, um... I'll see you at dinner, yeah?" He asked hopefully.

Y/N stopped but didn't turn around. "Sure. Yeah. Dinner."

George watched her ascend the stairs, struggling to keep his heart from exploding into a million pieces and overwhelmed with the horrible feeling that he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life.

~•~

Fred stared at his twin. "Are you fucking kidding me? You told her to forget you had sex? What's wrong with you?"

"I - I don't know," George raked his fingers through his hair. "I just thought it'd be best. I didn't want her to think - "

"That you actually like her?" Fred cut him off. "That you didn't just fuck because you were drunk and horny and it didn't mean anything?"

George shrugged and stared at the floor. "What do I do?"

"Hell, if I know," Fred threw his hands in the air. "I'm not even sure if telling her the truth would do any good now."

~•~

Y/N didn't go down for dinner. How could she even look at George right now, knowing that last night was nothing more than a drunken escapade to him? It didn't matter that neither of them could remember it. They both knew it happened.

And it mattered to her.

She rolled over, covering her head with the blanket. It was over. Their "relationship," their friendship, everything. All she wanted to do now was to just sleep until the jagged edges of her shattered heart healed. Or turned to stone. She didn't care which. She would've welcomed either one happily.

~•~

George knocked on her door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

Still no answer.

He opened the door a crack. "Y/N? Are you in here?"

Y/N rolled over and sighed. She should've locked the damn door. Because of course he'd come looking for her when she didn't show up for dinner.

"You ok?" His voice shook. "You didn't come down for dinner."

"Not hungry."

"Oh. Um. Well, would you like some company?"

'Yes, I'd love some company.' She thought. 'I'd love for everything to go back to way it was. But that's not going to happen ever again.'

"No," she said. "I just want to sleep."

"Oh. Right. Of course," George cleared his throat. "I'll stop by and check on you in a bit?"

"No." Y/N sat up but still refused to look at him. "I think we need to spend some time apart."

"Apart?" She heard him move toward her, and she held up her hand.

"Just go, please. I - I can't talk about this right now. I need to sort some things out." She lay back down and covered her head again.

~•~

For a few excruciatingly long moments, he simply stood there, watching her, before she finally heard his shuffling footsteps leave the room. It was only then that she let her tears fall.

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[papakhan]

I'm gonna explode Boone into one million pieces

[bunnakit]

Oh, Milord, now I kind of want to know your opinions on the nc scenes in kiseki xD bc I totally get what you mean on the emotion before spice part, but I would love to see how that would apply for you in kiseki

okay whoof im sober now and can piece together coherent thoughts for the most part (i was gonna grab gifs and make gifs for this but im so sooo lazy im so sorry)

so if i sort the kdtm nc scenes for emotional value over spice i think my sorting would be -

Fan Ze Rui and Bai Zong Yi Reunion 🌸

i mean this is one of the most emotional nc scenes i've ever seen and i've already said my piece on how much i love crying sex. then you add in the lighting and the soft "kiddo" and i'm done, i've exploded into a million pieces into the atmosphere.

Ai Di and Chen Yi's First Time 🌸

i could talk about this scene all day but just. ai di crying because he knows he shouldn't be doing this but he's selfish and this might be the only time he can ever have this, the only way he can ever have chen yi is if chen yi thinks he's someone else. and then the fact that chen yi knows it's ai di and realizes he wants this too, you can see the realization on his face all the way through. UGH. one of the scenes of all time.

Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Rui's First Time 🌸

i will NEVER be over the way ze rui climbed his man like a cat tree. ze rui's babygirlism is everything to me and kai conveyed it so perfectly in everything ze rui did.

from here on the scenes are all kind of equal to me so i won't really go into them much but kdtm has some of my all time favorite NC scenes and just in general favorite intimacy scenes. i think it really highlights all the different ways people find intimacy in one another and shows how sex isn't always some heated affair driven purely by lust - or even love. it can be something complex and layered.

[freddieslater]

I’m not sure if this counts as rarepair rowboat but what about a drabble of Klayley with three daughters? (maybe Hayley’s pregnant again and this time it’ll be a boy) I just love the little family of Hayley, Klaus, and Hope and I think it would be so nice if they choose to have more kids.

As an apology for how dreadfully long this has taken me to answer, I have done my absolute best to write something worthy of this beautiful concept. Klayley with more kids, building a family, is just my bread and butter, so thank you for gracing me with such an idea <3

*

The sound of feet moving so swiftly, almost silently, around his home would usually unnerve Klaus. It used to, in the past. It meant danger. Trespassers, people who were stepping where they did not belong, trying to catch him unawares.

Especially when he can hear the quick beats of their hearts. Growing closer to him. Sneaking up on him, his back turned to them. It would be very reasonable for him to act on instinct.

He closes his eyes. A smile curves his lips as the wolves pounce.

"Got you!" two voices scream at the top of their lungs as tiny arms wrap around his neck and legs, entangling him in a trap of limbs. They break out into laughter as they use all their might to wrestle him to the ground.

Once he's on the floor, growling, defeated, the two little wolves celebrate their victory whilst sitting on top of him. It's then that he breaks character and laughs along with them.

"Daddy!" Rikki scolds him, giving him a kick in the ribs. "You're not supposed to laugh! We've taken you prisoner, remember?"

He quickly tries to rearrange his features into something more sullen and angry as he nods swiftly, clearing his throat. "You're right, love, I'm sorry. I'm a prisoner."

At that, Astrid groans loudly and flops to the floor. "Dad!"

"What? What did I do?" he asks, eyes darting between the two of them.

"You know, prisoners don't usually call their captors 'love,'" another voice chimes in, almost sing-song-like in her smugness. He cranes his neck back and looks at her upside down as she walks towards them, arms folded and a smile on her face. "But then, you never were very good at playing prisoner, were you?"

He grins up at Hayley. "Just not my nature, love, you know that."

"Well, you have to be the prisoner," Rikki says stubbornly, still sitting on his chest. "It's the only way we can play the game, and you and Mom said we're not allowed to do any magic unless Hope's here, so there's nothing else we can play."

"Aside from the millions of toys you have upstairs in your rooms," he says, raising his eyebrows at her.

She glowers back at him. It's a familiar expression, strikingly like the one occasionally worn on her mother. Right now, though, Hayley can't do anything but laugh at the situation he's gotten himself into.

To his luck, Astrid has already grown tired of the game and his lack of cooperation, unlike her big sister. She gets off the floor and climbs into Hayley's arms, her attention turned, as usual, to the constantly growing bump. As the youngest, she's fascinated by the soon-to-be baby, though has taken to scolding it when it causes her mother any kind of discomfort.

"Does it feel weird?" she asks, moving her foot along it and looking up at Hayley with big brown eyes. "Like, a worm wriggling around in your stomach?"

Hayley smiles and tucks a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear with a nod. "A bit like that, yeah. But it's good. It means he's healthy."

Rikki and Klaus' heads both snap up. Klaus sits up, wrapping an arm wound Rikki as he rearranges to sit her in his lap as he stares up at Hayley.

"He?" Rikki repeats, taking the word right out of his mouth. "It's a boy? So, we're gonna have a little brother?"

Hayley glances from her to Klaus, her eyes lingering on his as her smile grows to bursting point. He can feel it in his chest, ready to explode, until, finally, she nods once more.

"A boy," he breathes out. Then he hugs Rikki, pressing a kiss to her head as a grin splits his face in half. "Hear that, sweetheart? A little brother for you and your sister. How does that sound?"

It isn't only Hayley's features he sees in his daughter, as her smile creeps into his heart much like his dear little sister's did when they only had each other. Her dark blonde hair only makes it more striking.

"I like that," she says.

Astrid, however, makes a face and prods Hayley's stomach lightly with a toe like it suddenly contains a flesh-eating beast. "Will he be weird and gross like the boys at my school?"

The three of them laugh, and Hayley strokes her cheek. "No, sweetheart, he'll be kind and sweet, and he'll adore his big sisters."

"Like Uncle Kol," Klaus chimes in.

That lights Astrid up like a Christmas tree. It's a little annoying how Kol has managed to worm his way in as the favourite despite living halfway across the world, but Klaus supposes he cannot begrudge him the love one niece as Rebekah firmly remains Rikki's favourite.

"Oh, come on, don't lie to her." They look across the room to find Hope standing by the door, back slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face. "He's part of this family. It would be impossible for him not to be a total freak like the rest of us."

The kids are uproarious with joy. Rikki is gone in a blur, colliding with Hope and nearly sending her crashing, and Astrid has never looked more like a tiny wolf as she loses her footing halfway out of Hayley's arms in her haste to join her sisters.

Hope laughs as she crouches down to hug them both. "Oh, my god, can you two stop growing? You're going to be taller than me soon."

"Wouldn't be hard, love," Klaus says, getting to his feet. She tilts her head, her mouth falling open to gape at him, and he grins. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're a short-arse. I truly don't know whose side of the family you got that from, maybe Rebekah."

"Wow, Dad, thanks a lot," Hope says through laughter as Hayley swats him lightly for swearing in front of the kids. She walks over to them and into their open arms, hugging them both tightly. Muffled, she quietly says, "I missed you."

Klaus plants a kiss on top of her head and Hayley strokes her hair, softly saying, "We missed you, too, sweetheart. But, hey, you're here now and you can tell us all about school. Anything exciting happen?"

Pulling back, Hope makes a face. "You could say that."

"Caroline might have mentioned something about, what was it... a dragon?" Klaus says uncertainly, as if he doesn't already know every dangerous detail his daughter seems to have miraculously forgotten to mention recently. "And, I swear, there was something about a boy. What was his name again...?"

She laughs nervously now, realizing just that. To her great fortune, Rikki and Astrid hear the word "dragon" and take control of the conversation with a bombardment of questions. Hayley catches Klaus' arms and motions to the side. They step away from the girls as Hope is dragged to the couch.

"Let her settle in, at least, before we start grilling her about a possible boyfriend, alright?" she says quietly.

Klaus sighs. "Fine. But if that's Landon she mentioned last year, I will not be held responsible for what happens to him."

"You are terrible," she tells him, smiling. "Can you please just try to be happy that our daughter is living her life?"

Deep down, the words hit him with an almighty force. His eyes dart back over to where their three little girls sit together, laughing away. The truth is, he couldn't be happier. Seeing them all. Seeing Hope so grown up. God, she's changed so much since he saw her last, it actually almost breaks him, how quickly time seems to be moving. But it's also a feeling of relief, one that forces him to take a deep breathe as he realizes that Hope is no longer that tiny, helpless little creature in constant danger. Perhaps the last part hasn't changed, but the rest has.

And it's a good thing. How strong, how independent she has become. She looks up and catches his eyes, and she sticks her tongue out at him just like Astrid does. A glimpse of his little girl in this new, wonderful form.

Hayley touches his chest and his eyes are drawn back to her. "Alright," he says softly, "I suppose I can... live with that."

"And not kill her boyfriend."

"And not... kill her boyfriend," he repeats through gritted teeth.

Hayley rolls her eyes at him, but she still kisses him like he's deserving of it. Like she somehow loves him all the more for it, the stubbornness, the wolf inside of him despite its sometimes animalistic nature. It makes him ache in some way, wanting to be able to do more, do better by her somehow. All he can do is kiss her with everything he has and hope it's enough. Somehow, impossibly, it always seems to be.

She pulls back with a smile, caressing his face gently. In turn, his hands and gaze fall between them, both softening upon her stomach.

"So, we're having a boy," he says again.

"Mhm. Poor kid's going to be severely outnumbered, but I suppose it was about time to start evening the numbers out a little." She turns stern as he lifts his gaze back to her. "But I swear, Klaus Mikaelson, if you even dare try to suggest we name him after you, I will kill you."

He laughs at that but tries to look offended. "Well, frankly, I think it would only be fair considering our oldest daughter is named after you."

"Oh, it's her middle name and you chose it," Hayley retorts, poking a finger into his chest. "You're not getting away with that. No way."

"Then what do you suggest?" he asks, knowing that he was never actually going to burden the poor little thing with his own atrocious name.

Hayley looks away. "Well, actually, I was thinking... Henrik."

His heart seems to stop as the last of the air in his lungs escapes in a quiet gasp of shock. She looks up at him, a smile as gentle as her fingers flitting across her lips as she raises a shoulder.

"Henrik?" he repeats faintly. It makes him dizzy just to utter the name, his heart and mind bombarded by everything attached to it, and yet also oddly soothed by letting it be heard. Just, he imagines, as Hayley might have felt when he revealed the piece of her own self forever tied with Hope in the form of her middle name.

"It just feels... I don't know, right, I guess?" she says, shaking her head. "But if that's too much for you, then we can..."

"No," he interrupts. He presses his lips together, composing himself. "That's... No. It's perfect."

He stares at her, sighing softly, and he pulls her close, a hand on the back of her head as he presses his lips to her temple. "Thank you, Little Wolf." He pulls back, cradling her face between his hands lovingly, and looking deep into her eyes as he makes up his mind. "Our son's name will be Henrik. But, if I may, I want to give him his middle name."

Hayley nods. "Yeah. That's fine."

"Then our son will be called Henrik Jackson Mikaelson."

For the two names open messy, unhealed wounds in both their hearts, and Klaus knows that Hayley feels that same burst of emotion, followed by the odd relief at hearing the names said aloud. Never to be forgotten, even though they never could be for they live on in their heads.

Eyes glassy, Hayley takes a shuddering breath and nods. "It's perfect," she agrees.

"Just as he will be absolutely perfect," he says. "Just like his big sisters, and their strong, beautiful, amazing mother." He shifts her hair out of her face with a finger as she leans into his hand against her cheek. "You, Little Wolf, are the best thing to have ever walked into my life. Thank you"

"For what?" she breathes out, and jokingly says, "For getting just drunk enough not to ask myself if it was a bad idea to sleep with you?"

He swallows thickly. "For everything. For this." He glances back at the girls, then returns his gaze to her with full sincerity. "This family. Our family. For allowing me to be a part of it. Thank you, Little Wolf, for giving me a reason to never run again. You are my home."