#i haven't even done my tag drop yet oops

[fearhaunts]

hi. like if i can send you some memes? i'm probably gonna try n get my other boy up and running tomorrow again since his account was shadowbanned but in the meantime, i have this silly little guy ready to write.

[camgoloud]

📓📜📚 (And Sixth House, if possible?)

(in reference to the following tag game: “Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.”)

oh ABSOLUTELY it's possible. i can ALWAYS talk sixth house let's go

i've always been really, really curious about exactly what palamedes was thinking immediately after harrow dropped in on his bubble in htn. like, he's been trapped for a while with absolutely jack shit to do except reread a trashy romance novel, he's got to be bored out of his mind—and then he has an absolutely WILD five minutes in which harrow shows up, says a bunch of shit that makes absolutely NO sense, and, immediately before she has to run away from whatever weird creature has stalked her soul into the bubble(?), inadvertently reveals that she must have done—um—something(?) to preserve gideon's soul within her? leaving her in WHAT kind of shape?? and what has she been up to for the past, apparently EIGHT months holy shit???? and what has CAMILLA been up to? etc. etc..... basically i just think that it would be really fun to put myself in the position of Palamedes, Boy Detective as he, with his Extremely limited dataset, attempts to cure his boredom by piecing together the. entire plot of htn oops lol. and also reflects on his relationship with harrow... like. is it the truest form of friendship that has ever existed if you spend a couple weeks sharing traumatic experiences and forming a tentative alliance with the one other person around who’s not a Total Moron to avoid Literally Dying and then against all odds you manage to reunite ages later after one of you has become clinically insane to the point where she’s forgotten you two ever even spoke to each other, and the other one of you has just done eight months in solitary slowly coming to romanticize and possibly question the mere existence of other conscious beings to the point of mental and emotional instability. is it touching and tragically beautiful if the two of you have a super awkward hug and then huddle up together while trying to hold a door closed to avoid Literally Dying Again and your non-corporeal ghost bodies are the realest thing either of you has held in over half a year. personally i think maybe the answer is yes actually

camilla hect assassin's creed au. okay so this one is pretty niche, but like... consider. shortly after the master warden palamedes sextus is (according to most people) killed in a strike by (according to most people) the templar order, sworn enemies of the assassins, camilla hect is being inducted into the assassin order. this roughly correlates with as yet unsent era of canon—the assassins are the boe equivalent, while the templars are the houses. corona has already enthusiastically joined up with the assassins, and she knows something is Up with camilla—namely, camilla's loyalties are a lot more divided than she lets on, because while she's not onboard with templar ideology she isn't REALLY convinced that it was actually them and not someone else (potentially even the assassins...) who ordered the strike that blew up the library in which pal was doing his research—research that would have been damaging for both sides if it ever went public... she's also not fully convinced that pal actually died in that explosion, due to some cryptic notes he'd left behind on the day the bomb went off. so, while she's working with the assassins, she starts doing some side investigations to see whether their story holds up. corona is NOT pleased about this and keeps telling her that what she's doing is dangerous and pointless and she needs to stop, but when has camilla ever listened to advice like that... i actually think it's kind of funny, this is an au i conceived of a couple months before as yet unsent even came out, but now that i'm looking back over my brainstorming doc most of it holds up with canon remarkably well actually. if i thought that more than two people in the world would have any interest in reading the end product i might even finish writing it sometime lol

my pride and joy... the pal vs. ianthe mind fight fic! this one i think i will be a bit more tight-lipped on because i have actually been writing it somewhat-actively and will theoretically be posting it sometime in the relatively near future, although at the moment it's taken a bit of a backseat because i've got holiday exchange things to think about, but... allow me to say one word that may pique your interest: timeloops. well, it's not quite a timeloop fic, actually—but it is in many ways a love letter to timeloop media, in which ianthe tridentarius has a bad time for a long time

thanks for asking! sorry i went on about those first two for SO long—it's just so much fun to talk about these concepts that i may not ever find the time to actually Write properly, but desperately want to show off anyway. hope you found it at least a little bit entertaining!

[bonny-kookoo]

Park Jimin: Doubts 🔞

In which Jungkook isn't the only one who manages to create his own love-life aside from his band activities. But for Jimin, things might not be as clean cut as for his younger bandmate. But he's also not as blind and superstitious as people might take him to be. And when it needs to be done, he's ready to fight.

Set in the Home! Universe. You can find all works belonging to the original Home fic via the tag Home!AU.

Tags/warnings: Foreign!Reader, insecurities, drinking, angst, theres a lot of angst oops, smut, protected sex, we wrap it up even when we cry in this household, aftercare aka Jimin takes a bath with reader, Idol!Jimin

Want more? You can move this story along by asking the characters questions, or by requesting drabbles. Comments are very appreciated as well, Thank you!

"Wait- so you're telling me you haven't done 'it' yet?" Lisa asked you, dramatically opening her eyes as if she couldn't believe her ears. "But it's Jimin- I thought you both would've actually screwed and THEN gotten together." She mumbles into her wine glass, making Hara laugh as she agrees with her friend.

"No." You mumble. "I don't know, I guess-" You start, before sighing. "Maybe he doesn't want me in THAT way, you know?" You ask, and Hara seems to disagree this time around.

"No, I don't know." She says. "Please- if he didn't like you completely, why would he be in a relationship?" She asks, as Lisa seems to add in her own theory.

"I mean-" She starts. "Maybe he just got tired of Jungkook flexing his girlfriend all over the place." She says, making your shoulder slump down, and Hara slap the back of her head.

"Pretty possible." You mumble. "I know I'd be over it at some point too. " You say, before there's a text to your phone.

[From: Jiminie] 'Make sure to remember telling me when I'm supposed to pick you up! Love you :)'

"Oooh, so cute though!" Hara says fondly, before you lock your phone, putting it away before you look at the bottle of wine.

"You know what- I changed my life." You say. "I wanna drink."

---

He's quiet on the way home.

Usually, he talks a lot with you, a chattermouth like no one else whenever you're around- and you absolutely adore it. But now, he seems to be deep in thought as he drives you home, and you're unsure why exactly he seems so distracted. "Did I do something?" You ask meekly, and he looks over for a split second, before clicking his tongue.

"I was about to ask the same thing actually." He says, voice deep and serious as it cuts through the suffocating silence between you two in the car. He turns off the faint chat of the radio, before he starts talking. "You never drink. Is everything okay?" He wonders, seemingly genuinely concerned about your behavior as you lean back into the seat of the car, looking out the window with a shrug. "No don't do that, we gotta talk about this." He almost whines.

"I dun'no." You say. "Are we okay?" You ask him, as it starts raining against the window of the car, plattering of the drops growing in volume as he drives around. It feels too cliche, and you want to turn it off somehow. Get yourself out of the weird situation.

"Why wouldn't we be?" He wonders, now genuinely confused about your words. "Baby if there's something making you question us, then we need to talk about it." He says, pulling into an empty parking lot, before he turns off the engine. You feel way too sober now to be confronted with this. Where was the alcoholic bravery when you needed it?

"It's nothing." You say, and Jimin stays silent, leaning against his car door from the inside, the only light illuminating his face the faint orange lights of the car's interior. Has he always looked so much.. like an adult? You always saw him as Jimin, the soft and sweet and maybe a bit flirty boyfriend of yours- but right now, he seemed more like a man than ever before.

"I have time." He simply says, and you suddenly do the same as he; leaning against the car door, slipping off your shoes before putting your feet up on the seat. As if to put an invisible boundarie between you and him. And he notices that immediately- way too observant not to. "What did I do?" He asks, and you instantly want to say nothing-

"Nothing." You actually say, and before he can ask what you mean, you explain before you can chicken out of it. "No- I mean nothing. That's the problem." You say. "You.. we- like, we 'do' nothing." You say, now averting your gaze from him.

"You mean we don't have sex?" He asks, and you're glad he probably can't see you blush crimson like you do in that moment. But then he smiles, as if something he worried over had been washed away from his shoulders, leaving nothing but weightlessness on his back. He rests the back of his head against the cool of his window. "I didn't want you to think I just want to be with you because of that." He admits, and you now finally look at him.

He's dressed in a simple black T-shirt, ripped jeans showing his knees faintly- his dark hair a little longer now, straight and a little wild, but in his signature style on his head. He's Jimin, obviously, but for some reason he looks nothing like the idol you always see on Music Shows and TV commercials. He looks so much more like your boyfriend now.

Or maybe that was the wine in your head.

"I thought I was.. Dunno." You mumble. "Jungkook had his girlfriend for a while now, and you've always been someone who love's to be loved so.." You say, and he suddenly moves putting your legs down so he could lean over you a bit better- placing a soft kiss onto your lips- before another one follows, and another one.

He seems almost reluctant to sit back down. "Don't think like that, please." He requests. "I would've fallen in love for you no matter the circumstances." He says. "In fact, I'm only jealous I didn't meet you sooner than Jungkook-" He says, before he starts the car again. "Because I'll never get enough of you." He says, driving out of the parking lot. "Even once we've spent the rest of our life's together from now on, It'll still not be enough at the end of it." He says, before you notice where he's driving.

"Thats not-" You start, and he laughs, before pulling into the drive thru.

"I know." He says. "But I guess we both need a little pick-me-up right? And what's better than icecream?"

---

You don't have a hangover the next morning.

Then again, you didn't drink THAT much- but you kind of hoped you did, considering you wanted to forget that awkward talk you had with Jimin last night in the car. But now that you thought about it-

warm arms snake around your form, pulling you closer before there's a sleepy kiss placed against your shoulder. "You up.?" He wonders out loud, and you hum a reply, making him chuckle. It's only bits and pieces you remember of how he came upstairs with you, for the first time deciding to stay over instead of making his way back to the dorms. "I texted them last night." He mumbles against your skin. "Got the whole day for us- if you'd like to have me that is." He says, and you turn around at that, wriggling around until you've successfully made yourself comfortable in his embrace.

"Hmhm." You simply hum, not answering him verbally as his hand rubs over your back in a comfortable pace.

"There's something on your mind again." He says after a moment, eyes finally open as he looks at you, leaning a bit away to get a proper look before he brushes some hair out of your face.

"I don't wanna say it." You mumble, not looking at him but instead at his collarbone. "If I say it out loud I'll ruin what we have right now." You say, quietly. "I wanna pretend we'll be okay for a little longer please." You say, almost whispering it before he grows serious, moving around to rest on his elbow.

"No no, that's not what we agreed to yesterday." He says. "We're fine, aren't we?" He asks with worry, urgency almost in his tone as he seems desperate to know what's going on in your head.

"For now." You say, now laying on your back as you stare at the ceiling.

"What makes you worry we won't be?" He wonders, as you sigh out, putting your arm over your eyes as if that would help you to shut the world out for a moment.

"You're the oldest son, for starters." You say, not noticing how Jimin opens his mouth to argue. "Your bandmate's whole situation is just a controversy waiting to happen-, so there's no way the company will allow this between us." You say. "Jimin- we got all the odds against us." You finish, voice quiet as you become angry at your own tears. Why did you have to bring this all up? Why did he have to be so persistent in needing to know? All you wanted was one last day of pretending everything was fine, before you would eventually have to go back to reality and realize that this would never truly work out.

"Hey." He hums out, moving your arm away from your face before he moves himself to lean over you, wiping your cheeks with his shirt as he smiles. "I know all that." He says, and the look on his face tells you he really does. "But I also want to figure this out, somehow, with you." He says, leaning down to kiss you- careful, as if he's not sure if he's allowed to do so. "I don't want to find another person that fits my life better but isn't you." He mumbles against your mouth.

You want to argue that he's just lovesick at this point- simply drunk on the fact that he's got someone at his side, but you also don't want to ruin things any further than you probably did. So you just shut up and let yourself be swept away by his love, getting high and infected by his touch as you lean into him, help him out of his shirt while he tries to hold onto you as if you could be blown away by the next wind that finds its way through your opened bedroom window.

Maybe it could.

But not with the way he clings onto you, lips desperate as they leave a trail along the side of your neck. He's eager, but holding back at the same time, unsure but determined as well. But then again, Jimin was a contradiction in itself- never predictable, always changing, always moving. To think that you were able to keep up with him for the past few months was unbelievable to you- but it gave you a glimmer of hope, a little bit to hold onto, to grasp at as soon as you thought you couldn't catch his outreached hand anymore. This wasn't a chase. He'd never run farther than your hands could reach.

He'd never run away from you- and he'd always follow wherever you'd go at this point.

In his eagerness you suddenly chuckle, pushing against his bare chest as you lean over to your bedside table- rummaging around until you could find the lone condom, putting it into his hand as he looks at you with wide eyes. "You sure?" He asks, as you nod, moving your hands to slip out of your shirt- when he stops you, almost bashfully so, his eyes unsure where to look. "No-I.. can I?" He asks, and you nod, letting your arms playfully fall to your sides. He smiles boyishly as he undresses you piece by piece- until your upper body was finally exposed to his eyes, hands and mouth instantly exploring the newly discovered skin of yours. "You're so pretty." He mumbles, as if bewitched. "I really can't believe how pretty you are." He chuckles, before he helps you out of the rest of your underwear, shedding his own as well.

"You're handsome too." You say to him as he finishes putting on the condom. He smiles bashfully, leaning over to kiss you before he rests his forehead against yours for a second or two.

"We make a good couple then." He says, before slowly entering you, careful not to hurt. "I love you." He says, haste and whispered, as if he himself is a little scared to say it out loud. Until now, you both had been clear of what you wanted from one another, what you expected, and what you felt- however, the word 'love' had not yet been spoken out loud so openly like that. It made everything suddenly feel a lot more real to you, a lot more painful, in a way- but for some reason, it was okay.

It was okay if it hurt- if he was there to soothe the pain.

"I love you too." You said, and he chuckled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while he moved slowly, carefully.

"I was scared I might've been too forward just now." He said, hands holding you fondly as you sighed out in bliss.

"Never." You simply answered, and felt his lips turn into a smile against your skin. This was what you feared you wouldn't be able to experience with anyone in this life; the amount of comfort and absolute ecstasy you were able to feel in your very fingertips, finally not out of reach anymore. It wasn't just the way he made you feel physically- though you had to admit that he was very good at that as well- it was mostly the mental warmth he always made sure to made you feel. Never too hot, never out in the cold.

He really meant it when he said he'd always try to put you first.

And so you loose yourself with him, in more than one round of making love. And as cliche as that might've sounded, there was no other word that could describe what you two did better than that.

---

The sloshing of water echoes off the walls as he moves around a little, your body leaning against his chest. "This is nice." He simply breathes out, holding you a bit tighter for a second, before his hand runs over your thigh- without ulterior motive, just to touch. "I meant what I said, you know." He mumbles, unable to keep himself from placing a kiss against your shoulder after having moved your hair out of the way.

"I was hoping you do." You chuckle, as he bites down playfully, making you gasp in surprise.

"Little brat." He says, before he reaches to flush the water out the tub slowly. "I'm serious. About everything." He says, helping you out before he gives you a towel. "We'll figure it out. I'll figure it out- I promise." He says, and you simply nod, walking up to him before reaching to pull him down to your level. "Hm, I love how I'm taller than you." He says, barely out of reach before he gives in.

"Don't let it get to your head." You say- but the kiss you share tells you, that it already did.

But then again, that was fine with you too.

[soap-stains]

/rp- this is all just their characters! No ill will to any creators themselves.

This is just my reaction to Tommy's stream "I can't any longer."

FUCK FUCKING FUCK WHAT A GOD DAMN DICK c!DREAM IS

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

DID HE JUST SAY "THAT WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT" lol

WHAT A B I T C H HE BLEW UP TOMMY'S THINGS

I'M SO ANGRY ABOUT THIS

NOOOOOOOOO DREAM NOOOOOO

"No one can come and visit you, until you learn to listen."

GHOSTBUR BUILT THIS ALL, NOT TOMMY, YOU DICK

"Tommy, you would never, actually... You know. You're here for a very long time, Tommy."

I wanna hurt character Dream so much

Drista gave Tommy those tags and they're gone ;w;

At least he still has the photos/compass

The animatics after this are going to be so fuckin scary/scary good

.......and now he's gone. tommy's left with the rubble.

THE WAY HE WALKED THROUGH THE BROKEN PORTAL NO TOMMY

"I said I was sorry... I meant it..."

THE LAUGHTER AT THAT PHOTO OF TUBBO LMAOOOOO

"Happy memories..."

"Jump in the- no, no..."

TUBBO FELL LOL

Tommy, Tommy what are you

TOMMY

TOMMY STOP

NO NO NO NO NO HE'S GONNA JUMP

WHY IS TUBBO DYING?

GUYS STOP IT STOP STOP STOP STOP

"My only friend, Dream- Is gone."

TOMMY STOP PLEASE STOP

please tell me someone is gonna join please please please

Please someone help him, don't let Tommy die

I know i thought the idea of GhostInnit was interesting but i don't want this

TOMMY PLEASE STOP

PLEASE

GOD, THE PICTURES--

"He'd come to watch me."

Looking over Logsted

please please stop no he uncrouched come on tommy

TUBBO STOP DYING

i just saw people spamming flipinnit in chat

Tommy's realizing Dream isn't his friend

HE JUMPED- INTO WATER

Tommy!!! To your senses Tommy!!!!!!!

"He wasn't here because he was my friend"...

The chat's going god damn crazy

"I almost said 'It's only a disc.'"

HE'S BREAKING THE TREE? GIFT UNDER TREE?

OH SHIT HE DIED OOPS NOW HE'S AT SPAWN LOL HAS TO CALL DREAM

"My bed seems to have been destroyed..."

"This blooper reel is getting longer and longer."

let's pretend this didn't happen <3

I'm not going to forget Dream's death though that was hilarious, he's never gonna live that down

Who named this disc Mellohi lol

What the fuck are Ant/Ponk talking about

If I could sub I would </3

"No one [...] no one came here. And everyone left me."

"I'm the only one Dream's scared of. And he almost had me, for a little second there."

"We don't have to stay in this shit hole."

Heyyy found a chest with cool stuff!

Ooooooh he joined a VC, is someone going to pop in later? IS HE GOING TO GO FIND TECHNO???? TECHNO RETCONNED TOMMY FINDING HIS BASE BECAUSE IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN YET IS IT GONNA HAPPEN

"Die, pig. I fuckin' hate pigs." okay, well.

"No one's gonna know!" "Dream's not gonna fuckin' know, is he?"

"As soon as I get back my disc, everything ends."

"He won't be able to find me." I mean yeah, technically not ig

I just realized how much I've calmed down haha

He's heading into the snow 👀

"I'm not like Dream."

YEEEEE THE LOG AND BELLLLLLL

"No one on this entire server knows where I am, now." THEY WILL IF YOU LEAVE HALF TREES DIMWIT

"Even Ghostbur left me." Oh yeah, where'd he go lol

Is he. Is he going to try and rob The Blade.

"Surely I remember..." Tommy you're not supposed to remember, idiot-

LMAO SOMEONE IN CHAT SAID "Tommy, did your balls just drop man"

Holy shit I forgot those weird ice skeleton mobs were still in the game I haven't seen one in years

"When have I ever done the work myself?" tommy hhhhhhh whyyyyyyyy

"we are smol and confused" - awesamdude

"I'm at Techno's house right now" "He commissioned a bee Farm" - Phil 👀

YOOOO ARE WE GONNA SEE PHIL HERE? no? ok

Techno what the fuck is in your basement

tommy you idiot lmao you're fuckin' dead

"Exile is awesome"

Chat is saying run????? IS HE GONNA LIVE UNDER TECHNO'S BASE?????

raccooninnit & dumbassinnit haha

Heyyy Eret joined! And Dream's gone! :D

"It would be nicer just to be home. No, no, no-"

Fundy is live ayyyy

THE BOY IS BACK AYYYYYY I haven't typed in a while trying to put MC on my brother's pc

WE'RE ENDING STREAM BOYS TIME FOR ME TO STOP TYPING AND DO THINGS

"I think shit's gonna get crazy from here."

[markantonys]

What are your thoughts on Lorenzo from S1? When I first watched it I really liked him and was super upset when he died and it's unfortunate that since his nephew was the main character for the next two series, that it's really hard to find GIFs or anything about him in the tags. I'm just curious to know your thoughts on the character. For some reason I actually thought he was the older brother lmao but his whole story made me so sad even tho I really love the entire scene between Cosimo and Contessina when she says she almost left and he goes 'and yet you stayed' (which, btw?? Omg BOILED MY BLOOD). The way that scene ends with news of Lorenzo's death and Contessina grabbing Cosimo's hand always Does Things to me but tbh I just really liked S1 in general 1/2

2/2 sorry for the long ask lol I just love reading your takes on the show its so interesting! I haven't finished S2 yet but I know what happens lol. I watched the first 4 eps and then didn't watch the next one for MONTHS and when I finally started again I realised I'd forgotten everything that happened + there was the time skip and I was just confused and decided to restart s2 from the beginning. Which I haven't done yet oops. But yeah! Just dropping in to say I love your metas and was just curious about what you thought of S1, especially Cosimo and Lorenzo because I don't think I've seen as much content about S1 lol

aw i’m so glad you like reading all my rambling opinions on this show haha i do love s1 but i haven’t watched it nearly as many times or as carefully as s2 so i’m afraid i don’t have all that much to say about it! s1 lorenzo is great though and definitely underappreciated (by me too, i barely have any posts about him on my blog) he is the superior giuliano lmao lorenzo and his brother dynamic with cosimo were so clearly the prototype for giuliano and his brother dynamic with s2 lorenzo, except s1 lorenzo and cosimo did it way better imo with the result that i watch giuliano in s2 like “this is just a worse version of the exact same thing i saw last season”

s1 lorenzo’s only flaw is when he’s mean to marco bello my beloved (but also, protagonist’s brother + homoerotic bff fighting over him is an excellent medici staple that s2 continues) but i love his dynamics with everyone in the family. i would say he and cosimo are the most fleshed-out sibling relationship in the entire series, and it hurts (in a compelling way) to see how they have such deep love for each other and yet their asshole dad still manages to come between them even though he’s dead. the scene after lorenzo dies when cosimo’s crying in the church as love for duty.mp3 plays is one of my favorites of the season! i also think it’s sweet how close lorenzo and lucrezia are, it perfectly sets the stage for lucrezia wanting to name her son after him.

i really wish we could’ve actually seen lorenzo’s relationship with rosa onscreen instead of starting the story after her disappearance, they’re so cute in that one (1) flashback shot of them. and the parallels between bianca accepting money to leave cosimo and rosa refusing to do the same thing are just *chef’s kiss* anyway i’m just about out of thoughts here so yeah, s1 lorenzo is great! i’ll be honest i don’t think about him very often, but when i do it’s always with fondness

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Aggressor 🔞 (9)

In which Jungkook doesn't care what needs to be done, or what bones need to be broken. He'll do anything, if it means he gets to put food on the table- and gets to keep you safe. He promised, after all.

Tags/warnings: violence, angst, blood and wounds, mentions of abandonment and homelessness, bounty hunter!Jungkook, guns, wanted!Reader, crimes, murder, reader canceled someone's life subscription in self defense oops, jungkook is a little cold but he's soft inside trust me, I know it doesn't seem like it, there is a little fluff if you squint, put your contacts in its there I promise, swearing, listen it's not a children's tale haha, smut, protected bc yes, we wrap it even as criminals, handjob in a bathroom oops², dark humor, Jeon Bam as the best bodyguard of all times

Additional Chapter Warnings: hippity hoppity oc is now jungkooks property, smut, cunnilingus, rip clothes, like Jesus kook the dress has a zipper for a reason but ok go off I guess

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You haven't said much after he'd told you about the whole deal he'd been proposed.

You're unsure what he thinks of you now; does he keep you around just for the money now? Or did his kisses mean something? You don't even notice how he watches you wash the dishes. He knows something is up- he noticed instantly.

He gets up with a sigh, reaching over your hand to turn off the water, your back against his front as you stay still. "Something's up." He mumbles, looking at you from over your shoulder. You can see his reflection a little in the metal spoon you're holding; upside down, and blurry, but its there.

"Do you.."you start, unsure how to phrase it. "Was what happened, you know, a few days ago.." you begin to explain, mumbling a little more than usual. But he understands you clearly, proximity to you making it easy to hear your voice. "Do you own me now?" You say, cringing at the sound of it. "Ugh no, I don't know how to explain-" you start, and he simply reaches to the kitchen towel, drying your hands for you before he turns you around to face him.

"Taehyung told me the deal the day we kissed- I took you in because I wanted to, if that's whats worrying you." He says, before he lifts your head at your chin. "The only one who owns you is yourself." He tells you, and you nod after a moment- before he looks down to your lips.

"What if I.." you softly say, "want you to own me though?" You ask, and he looks at you for a second, before he leans in.

"Then I'll gladly take it all." He tells you, before he hungrily kisses you yet again, hands on your thighs moving underneath the hem of your dress, before he picks you up, over his shoulder. "I'm not making that mistake twice." He mumbles to himself, as he carries you into his bedroom, door closing roughly as his boot kicks it shut.

You squeal a bit in surprise when he drops you onto the creaking mattress, as he crawls over you, impatiently trying to pull your dress higher- noticing how that won't work, he simply grabs both sides of the front, distinctive sound of fabric tearing filling the room. "You look better in my clothes anyways." He growls, as his hands brush over your skin, holding onto your hips while he can't stop kissing you. Biting your lower lip teasingly, he slowly sheds his own clothes- revealing his inked skin underneath, scars new and old decorating his skin together with the dark ink on his arm.

Your hand instantly traves the lines and edges of the designs on his arm, while he undoes your underwear, finally laying you bare beneath him. "Move over baby."He gently commands, as you nod, moving further onto the bed while he gets a condom from the bedside table.

He's surprisingly gentle as he even places the sheets over your bodies, before leaning down again capturing your lips and breath again. You're squirming underneath his hands, making him chuckle- a sound you haven't heard before from him. He looks a lot younger like this you notice, face relaxed and even a small smile on his lips as he watches you underneath him.

You're warm, and inviting, and he can't help but sigh out in bliss as he carefully enters you. You hold onto him as he fills you up, not used to the way he handles you- up until this point, you haven't experienced something slow and steady like this. You feel treasured and protected in a way, as if he's hiding you from the whole world in that moment- and maybe he is.

"Remember when I said I'll protect you?" He hums out, hips steady as he presses himself deep inside you. You nod.

"You said you won't keep it." You sigh out, growing a bit Impatient by his slow pace.

He chuckles, a hand pinning your hips down. "I take it back." He mumbles into your ear, kissing the crook of your neck before teasingly biting, hips snapping into you once, twice, begone he chuckles at your whining. "I promise I'll keep you safe from now on." He says.

"You mean it?" You wonder, looking at him as his gaze meets yours.

"I mean it." He reassures, before he pushes your legs more apart, pace quickening as he chases his high with you. He presses himself inside you as he cums, spilling into the condom inside you with a groan falling from his lips. You're already calming down, used to not having your own moment of high- but he suddenly slips out, begins to kiss down the valley of your breasts, over your lower stomach, before he places his mouth onto your sensitive core.

Your toes curl as he sucks and swallows hungrily, tongue expertly drawing patterns onto your pearl- breath quickening as you grab onto nothing- finding his hands you instantly hold onto, head thrown back unto the mattress below as usual reach your high.

He licks his lips almost teasingly with an impish smile on his face, making you hide behind your hands- leading to him pulling them away, before he kisses your cheeks playfully.

He really isn't the big bad dog you thought all men to be.