#sending hugs and all the love 💕💕💕

[hanniebaeee]

I can't thank you enough for the sweet things you say to me 🥹🥹🥹 It means the world to me to know that you love how I write jinnie 😭💕

I love and admire him so so much 💖 And I'm honored that you'd give me such a compliment 🥹🫶

I love you and I love your work so much too!! We'd have to keep sending channie hugs back and forth at this point 😅😅😅 But I'd do it all day if I have to 😁😁😁

Lots of love and hugs for you kitten 🤗💕

Call Me Yours

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: established relationship, soft fluffy smut

Summary: Just you and your boyfriend needing each other on a quiet night.

a/n: I think I may be experiencing a writer's block. Please forgive me if this is a mess! Also I love my frat boy Jinnie from Call It What You Want, so this is the same couple from that fic. You can read it here:

Call It What You Want

It was a quiet night, and your bedroom was bathed in the golden glow of the fairy lights hanging above the headboard. You were lying on your bed, propped up on pillows, wearing one of Hyunjin’s shirts - a little too big for you, slipping down your shoulder. Your eyes were fixed on your phone, occasionally glancing up to peek at your boyfriend, who was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, sketchbook in his lap. The charcoal pencil in his hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes - he was drawing you, as he often did, his eyes flicking between the paper and your form with a soft smile that made your heart ache.

“You’re staring,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

Your voice was teasing, but there was a flush creeping up your neck under his gaze.

“Can’t help it,” Hyunjin replied, his voice a low hum, like he was confessing a sin. 

He bit his lower lip, and looked back into his sketchbook, hair falling into his eyes. And it made him look like a damn dream.

“It’s literally your fault for being so beautiful.” 

You rolled your eyes, but the compliment settled in your chest, warm and heavy.

“Flatterer," you quipped. 

“Truth-teller,” he countered, setting the sketchbook aside.

The pencil rolled onto the bed, forgotten, as he crawled toward you, slowly. He stopped when he was hovering over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other reaching to trace the exposed curve of your shoulder where his shirt had slipped. His fingers were warm and featherlight, and you shivered despite the heat in the room.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered, your hands finding his chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

He was so close that you could feel his breath, sweet from the peach tea you two had shared earlier.

“I love you,” he said, simple and raw, the words slipping out smoothly, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours - not quite a kiss but a promise for more. 

And that little smirk on his face was all it took for you to close the distance, kissing him softly. His lips moved with a gentleness that stoked the heat building between you. The kiss deepened, unhurried, his tongue brushing yours, coaxing a quiet whimper from your throat.

Hyunjin shifted, guiding you to lie back fully, his body following yours until he was half-draped over you. The weight of him is comforting, grounding, but the way his hands roamed, sliding under the shirt to trace your ribs, grazing the sensitive skin just below your bra - set your nerves on fire. His touch was soft, like he was mapping every inch of you. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then down the column of your throat. “Like you were made for me.”

He kissed the hollow of your collarbone, lingering there, his breath warm against your skin. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, fingers splaying across the smooth expanse of his back, feeling the subtle flex of muscle as he moves.

“You’re so sappy,” you teased, but your voice was shaky, betraying how much he was unraveling you.

“Sappy?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, one eyebrow raised, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m romantic, babe. There’s a difference.”

Then he kissed you again, deeper this time, swallowing your laughter as his hands slid higher, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra, making you arch into him. He took the cue, his kisses trailing lower, following the open V of the shirt. He nudged the fabric aside with his nose, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on your breasts - and it was like he was worshipping you, like he was painting you with every touch. 

“Jinnie,” you breathed, tugging gently at his hair, and he groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. He looked up at you, eyes heavy-lidded, lips pink and swollen from kissing, and the sight alone was enough to make your stomach flip.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice husky but laced with that same tenderness, like he’d give you the moon if you asked. His hand rested on your hip, fingers dipping just under the waistband of your shorts, pausing there, warm and patient.

“You,” you said simply, because it was the truth, and it was enough. His smile was radiant, soft and sharp all at once, and he kissed you like he was sealing a vow, his body pressing closer until there’s no space left between you.

His hands slid down, cupping your ass to pull you closer, and you whimpered as you felt the hard outline of him through his sweatpants. 

You were too gone by that point, lifting your hips just enough for him to shove the shirt up, and pull your shorts and panties down.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, fumbling with his own pants, and sliding into you in a single push, stretching you completely. You both moaned with pleasure, but then, neither of you moved.

Because for once, this wasn't about sex. It really wasn't. It was about the comfort of being together - you felt him pulsing deep inside you, like he was home. And he pulled you closer, chest to chest, your legs tangled, his lips brushing your forehead.

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, sighing as you nuzzled into his neck, mumbling a “Love you too.”

You inhaled his scent as your walls clenched lazily around him. No orgasm-chasing, no urgency. You both were just there, so warm and intimate as he filled you so perfectly - like you were made for each other.

You could feel the slow, unconscious rocking of his hips, your clit brushing his pelvis, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through you, and you held on tight, just feeling him and it was the most safest you've ever felt. 

Hyunjin’s hands slid under your shirt again, squeezing your breasts, thumbs grazing your nipples, and you gasped, your walls fluttering around him.

“Sensitive,” you whined. 

“Good,” he slurred, kissing you again, all wet and sloppy. “Wanna stay inside you forever. Just like this.”

You were both drifting, so cosy in each other’s arms. This moment was too perfect, and you smiled as he whispered a sleepy, “Love you.” 

“Love you too, baby,” you said, fingers carding through his short hair. 

And you fell asleep like that, bodies joined, hearts entwined, wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten.

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @hwangjoanna @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan @hansmic @emilyywhyy @inlovewithstraykids @my-neurodivergent-world @nightmarenyxx @channie4lifeee143127 @lezleeferguson-120 @silly250 @pansexual-and-eating-pancakes

[thatzombiecat]

RT APPRECIATION WEEK

✨shout-out post to the fandom friends and the community���~

Still in the process of slowly going through my inbox (dw guys you've all been seen, Ilysm, and I'll reach out to everyone <3), but I want to shout out all wonderful creatives and friends, all the amazing people of Rogue Trader CRPG community.

While you're a creator or not, or just being there silently smashing the like button / reblogging the content we make, constanly popping in the activity feed (yeeeees guys, I know your handles, I appreciate you A FREAKING LOT) please know YOU'RE ALL BREATHTAKING, YOUR PRESENCE IN THE FANDOM IS IMPORTANT, WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL💖💖 Vincent also sends yall a warm regards ;3

Some shout-outs for my dears and dearests under the cut:

Rogue Trader was definitive for the entire last year of my carreer, most of the works been featured in this fandom space, and most of my clients, friends and acquaintances been one way or another involved in the fandom life. So this amazing fandom is dear and special to me, it's was there that I've met a WHOLE BUNCH of ABSOLUTELY LOVELY INCREDIBLE AND TALENTED FRIENDS AND MOOTS

So special shout-out to my beloved fandom besties met along the way:

@maggotknight, @skolas-a, @holylustration, @redbatchedcumbermayned, @fenlirias, @indigo-scribbles, @tiasmox, @unsupervised-threat, @shieldsnspears and all peeps from the Owlyfans gang (iykyk) ��‿¬ MY DARLINGS LOVE YALL SO MUCH🫂 💖💖 HUGS AND KISSES TO EVERYONE MWAHHH

Wonderful community writers and contributors:

@hazelderiva, @redstairs, @theevilscribbler, @pheedraws, @pycnolite, @cawyden-gaming, @jaal-ama-daravv, @gingerfan24, @pallysuune, @vitanithepure, @icasticonoclast, @vossn, @fourraccoonsinacoat, @noelle666, @amasec, @lordcaptains, Thank you all for keeping our fandom creative spirit lit up and going with your magic <3

Glorious artist moots and fellas:

@annahenriart @sotc, @misscoet, @revivisection, @infernaldaydreams, @arcandoria, @solanj, @raeb33s-art, @nahoba, @sanzosin, @nananarc, @natchart, @morvvn, @hamaqiu, @mayoonrices, @tumbgert, @blue124th Thank you peeps for gracing the fandom space with your sparkling creativity!

And more personal shout-outs for my belovedst pals:

@ederadnt while you're not a part of the RT fandom (yet? >;3), I still wanna shout out you too my dear! Thank you for being there and patiently listening to my consant Warhammer brainrot ramblings and OC lore dump. There will be more. This is a threat. SCREAMINGGGGGG LOVE YOU SO MUCH DEAR AAAAAAAAAAA💕💕💕💕 (also folks yall should go follow her NOW she's an absolutely amazing and talented artist)

@roastedribbz I think I've already said my part earlier (many times) and there's little to add, but I'd never tire tell that I'm so incredibly happy and proud sharing the space with you here, thank you so much for being around <3

I'm really honoured to be a part of this 🫶 Cheers everyone and happy RT appreciation week 💖💖

[msookyspooky]

I need to know what your headcanons are on modern dating of Billy, Stu and or Randy 😊💕

Oooh nice ♡ (I hate modern dating sm and will be single for life before doing dating culture. lol I was designed for dramatic darkest soul proclaimtions, letters of yearning and long drawn courting that last a season before even dating and even dating we're not dating long if I know ur it. I wasn't designed for 'what's ur snap' and was made to send Polaroid nudes in letters with dried flowers and my perfume and...Other things not 'showering? without me?' text... Lmfao but I'll try! 😅💖)

Modern 2025 Dating HC's for Scream Guys

Characters: Randy Meeks, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis

TW: Sex Mentioned, Modern Sexism/Discourse.

Randy Meeks

♡ He's sadly a Reddit user but not in an incel 'niceguysforum' way but in a Dad jokes and we arguing with a 15 year old with a big titty anime pfp on a thread over the symbolism in Hellraiser kind of way.

♡ May also be into the Softmaledom and GFD groups on there and gets ideas from it (He gives nerdy but sweet kinky boy once yall are doing it ya know he does)

♡ Met in Fandom Spaces or at a Horror Con (Dare I say...He'd also be into anime too? 👀 If he was it would be Monsters or Hellsing or anything by Junji I'm JS.)

♡ Would send you horror movie merch/buy it and it arrives on your doorstep. Expect matching couple merch.

♡ Sends you voice notes randomly of "Oh my God, babe. These freaking assholes don't understand that The Babadook was a fucking metaphor-" and it's embarrassingly long before he tries to delete and when that fails he acts like he was talking to himself and accidentally pressed record

♡ Constantly finds new horror movies to watch even cheap ones and FT you to watch it with him till you fall asleep

♡ Definitely FT nightly if you're long distance till one of you falls asleep

♡ Would have a YT channel, Tiktok channel or Podcast on Horror Movies or Crime

♡ Would call you something cringe but meme like pookie bear ironically (and unironically) also calls you 'kitten' as a joke because you both think it's funny acting like a discord Daddy and his kitten girl for the disgusted reactions

♡ Has you both hugging as his pfp and rubs it in other nerdy redflag incels faces like 'Oh no one loves you? 🥺 Damn, someone does me-' in internet arguments when he gets told 'She wont let you hit bro' when defending someone

♡ Became a damn germaphobe after Covid and makes you put your hands out to put sanitizer on. Flinches still when someone coughs w/o covering their mouth cause he had it and doesn't ever want it again

♡ Plays Outlast with you and you both are screaming and laughing hard all night long over the headset

Stu Macher

♡ Stu Macher too bad you died in 96; you would've thrived online

♡ Met you on an app like Tinder, Insta or Snapchat (Or asked for it)

♡ FT you doing random shit in silence + random dumbass noises to fill the silence like boy why tf you fting me while boiling water???

♡ Is so much harder to murder now so either he won't do it but be oddly fascinated by it or he will and is just extra careful

♡ Is such a troll with a keyboard. Only refers to women as bruh, bro, bby, baddie, bih, bop. Uses terms like fine shyt to describe you. Just over does '*xyz* Ahh', 'The huzz are watching', 'What the Sigma??', 'She mid' in comment sections just because he likes attention and knows ppl will be like 'sybau'...He'll even do it to you as his S/O just to rile you up.

♡ Giant troll even when dating. He sees a prank on TikTok? He's doing it and might record your reaction too

♡ Will send risky texts all day everyday. You've seen his dick at every angle. You've seen every surface from tailbone to tip. He always asks for pics in return and constantly pushes his luck wanting your face in them or video

♡ Uses emojis and reaction gifs

♡ Texts you good morning and it's Russian Roulette...Sweet or Surprise Morning Wood?

♡ Netflix and Chill Regularly

♡ Takes Selfies to send 24/7. He just messaged himself eating a McChicken to you...Probably some nasty sex joke in there somewhere somehow istg

♡ Likes when you borrow his clothes and take selfies to send to him. Is like '😍' at you in his oversized sweater for bed

♡ Surprises you with shit he saw on pornhub/horny side of X and sometimes its fun and other times you're like 'Hey, no. Nuh uh I don't bend like that.'

♡ Can be sweet in a funny way using heart eyed reaction images to ur selfies or 'Oh mmyyy Shaylaaaa! 😭💘😫' to something he finds cute

♡ Will text you at 1am 'you up?' or 'I'm bored :(' and if you answer and he lives close he will be at your door with food

♡ Would think all women are either bops/thots, femcels or baddies (srry I fear misogyny is somehow worse/more open now like wtf happened)

♡ Claims Human Centipede or Tusk was hilarious and he might actually think that but he could also be lying bc he knows it will get a reaction from you

♡ Constant reaction pics to what you say like he's on X comment section

♡ Is rich enough he'll get those heartbeat rings/bracelets then forgets to wear it with you

Billy Loomis

♡ This mfer is a pretty boy edgelord incel (Travesty rlly) I am sorry; sad but true

♡ Still kills or has fantasy of it but would have to be way sneakier

♡ Met you organically because he doesn't like apps and claims it and hookup culture have destroyed society (...He says as he's scrolling X/Twitter)

♡ Will randomly send you sad qoutes and ur like 'oh god are you okay???' thinking he's in danger and he acts like he accidentally sent it

♡ If you're a girl; he constantly claims you're 'not like other girls' madonna whore complex kicks his ass everytime

♡ Will get petty if you miss his text or don't respond right away

♡ Talks to you about movies but is like 'Sorry...You probably never heard of it' then quizzes you bc he refuses to believe you *understand* an artistic *masterpiece* like Clockwork Orange (Sarcasm on my part)

♡ Would either listen to 90's grunge, Indie Rock or like $uicideboy$ type stuff

♡ Never sends you a selfie of himself smiling its always him looking tired or mad or blurry

♡ FT you at the worst angle ever like a 50 yr old man

♡ Doesn't use emojis except 🖤 if ur lucky

♡ Gets so pissed at Stu who pisses him off on purpose like 'WHAT THE HELL IS SKIBIDI TOILET I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU-"

♡ May have moments where he genuinely lets his walls down by sending those reaction pics with words on them like you see on Pinterest and that's the only way he knows how to say stuff w/o saying it, ya know?

♡ Does have Spotify playlist that remind him of you and Pinterest boards too but wont admit it

♡ If you text him and use a petname he's like 'shut up' while ttly smiling at his phone since you can't see

♡ Wants to know ur location on ur phone or when u get home safe (...He's hiding outside ur house, babe.)

♡ Will fully let his walls down talking for hours to you about movies but his taste can get dark

♡ Surprisingly is more honest/open through text than in person

♡ Total Agoraphobia and uses his phone for dopamine escape while acting about it all. Only time he feels content is you in his bed or arms

[lazyjellyfish300]

Hiya hiya Jelly! here to drop some questions for you and your honeysss <333 you don't have to answer these if you don't want! I was just returning the loveee back to you cuties hehe 🫶🏼💗💗

How do you lovelies spend your days off together?

Do you guys normally say "I love you" as is, or is there a more specific, intricate/special way to telling (or showing!) it to each other? Are they or you poetic with the words?

Any place in mind you would love to live out your days (settle down with them) with them? if not both, then where and for whom?

Do you have any specific songs that remind you of them? and vice verse?

What is the most thoughtful/romantic thing they have ever done for you?

AHHHH MY LOVE! 🥹🥹 so good to hear from you! Thank you soooo much for this 😭😭🥹🥹💕💕 ofc I'm always down to yap about my loves! 💕 (And there's a lotttaaa yapping ahead lolol)

1. How do we spend our days off together?

nanamelly-with Kento, it depends on the weather. It's almost always rainy where we are, so if our day off coincides with a rain shower, then our morning is filled with warm coffee and cuddles in our attic nook. He almost always wakes up before me and has coffee ready to go, so I'll return the favor by cooking a hearty breakfast of quiche or french toast by the time he comes back inside from tending to our animals, giving me kisses by the stove while his hair is a little damp and he's covered in that delicious rain smell. 🥹💕 Then if the weather permits we'll take walks arm and arm to watch the ducklings, otherwise we'll take more naps in our bed or go back to the attic and do some reading and writing. 💕

We'll cook dinner together, usually a hearty soup with vegetables from our garden or a comforting casserole. We'll get our animals tucked in for the evening, then we'll play board games like scrabble or checkers and rounds of Super Nintendo in our living room with whiskey and wine and a nude soak in our hot tub to wrap up the evening. 💕

shiuelly-with Shiu, at this time of year we're almost always at the golf course. I'm the golf cart queen and his best caddy. I love to admire how handsome he looks in his attire while he takes strokes off his golf game and in return he makes sure I have plenty of cocktails to keep me happy. (Although at some point he does lovingly take over driving the golf cart). 💕After lunch at the country club we'll head home.

Despite having days off, Shiu almost always gets work calls. I'll use that time that he's busy to feed and cuddle Stella, or go to my office to work on my interior design plans for a bit. If he takes a long time then sometimes I'll pay him a little visit in his study and bring him a sandwich and coffee. 🥰🤭

For dinner, with the pleasant weather we'll bake homemade pizza in our new fire brick oven on our patio, paired with our favorite wine. Then, we'll sway together in our living room to our favorite R&B album on vinyl. We both have two left feet but we love to just stay pressed against one another and drink in every bit of closeness we can until another work week begins. 💕

2. Do we say I love you or have a special/intricate way of expressing it? Ohh man 😩 in both my self-ships the I love yous are extremely liberal between us 😭💕

nanamelly-kento isn't one for grand gestures most of the time, and so besides saying it, he demonstrates it in all the little things he does for me. The pot of coffee that awaits me every morning without fail, the kiss he has for me every time he sets foot inside our house from when he's been outside, the soft massage of his fingers on the nape of my neck when he comes up behind me and asks how he can help me in the kitchen, the endless flowers he surprises me with.💕 The letters he writes to me on special occasions are always so eloquent. I'm always astounded that he's not a writer as well with how emotional and thoughtful he is with his writing, and he never fails to make me weep. We always say I love you, but when I'm reallyy sappy I tell him that he's the stars that line my soul. He's not just my soulmate he's the very thing my soul is made out of. 🥹 So for him, I'm his moon, pulling at the tides of his heart. Because he's the sea, of course. 💕🌊

shiuelly-ughh, with Shiu, we're extremely physical with one another. We can't get enough of one another and burn quite hot at all times. 💕Our love feels intense and all consuming because of the ultimate loss and tragedy we've both gone through. Me with losing my first husband, Kento, and him with losing his first love when he was young. It results in ultimate devotion to one another. He tells me he loves me in so many ways. He calls me beautiful like it's my name. 💕 He's an imperfect man. He considered himself doomed to damnation but he considers my love his salvation, so he's always calling me his angel. 💕 I consider him my soulmate too and I'm a fiend for romance novels so I'm always superr sappy and poetic with him but he reads them behind my back for *cough* inspiration and so he matches my energy. 🙂‍↕️ His eyes are such a beautiful dark brown that border on a deep noir, like a night without any stars. He tells me I have stars in mine. So I tell him he's my starless night, chasing my cosmos. 🥰

3. Any place in mind you'd love to live out your days/settle down?

nanamelly- with Kento, I can't imagine living anywhere else than we do right now, in our little slice of rainy eternity in our farmhouse. If we have grandchildren, we would want to try to stay as close to them as we can. But, I think when we are both much older and unable to look after the farm, we would relocate, possibly to the seaside village and live out our days there and entrust our farm property to one of our children, or to one of our dear neighbors who we would trust would look after and tend to the land. We also have a place in Kuantan, and, depending on our health, we would fulfill Kento's ultimate dream and live out the rest of our lives there, in a house on the beach. 💕

shiuelly-with Shiu, we'll most likely grow old and die together in our Victorian house surrounded by cherry blossom trees. 🌸It was his wedding present to me and we've made it our own in so many ways that we couldn't see ourselves living anywhere else. 💕

4. Do you have any specific songs that remind you of them and vice versa?

So manyyy 😩😩 Buttt

nanamelly- Come Away with Me by Norah Jones is one that always reminds me of him and the lyrics describe the life we share together in our little universe to a tee. 💕 Songbird by Fleetwood Mac is the song that reminds him of me, and also was the one we danced to at our wedding. 💕

shiuelly-Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex is always gonna be the biggest one that reminds me of him and our life together. Like the lyrics are eerily on point haha. 🙈 Your Song is the one that makes him think of me, and was also our first dance song at our wedding.🥰

5. What is the most thoughtful/romantic thing they've ever done for you?

nanamelly-it's like almost virtually impossible to choose something that Kento does for me bc it's every damn day 😩 but, when we first fell for one another, him being such a man of order and reason and taking this leap with me and literally going back to Tokyo and quitting his job, rearranging his entire world just so I could be a part of it was the most romantic and thoughtful thing he could have ever done for me. 💕 He changed the trajectory of his life just so it could align with mine. He's always revered and put me above himself but I could never thank him enough for taking that leap of faith to be with me, because we both knew what we found and created here in the countryside together in just a little less than a week was something that only comes once in a lifetime, only by a fleeting brush of fate, explainable by none else than divinity that could have caused our paths to cross one another. 💕

shiuelly-the most romantic and thoughtful thing Shiu ever did was buying me a house. He took me there on our honeymoon and told me it was actually our permanent home where we'd start our lives together. 💕 The simple gesture of being in a gorgeous home all alone with him was all I could have asked for. With him being gone so much for work, simply being together made it paradise. 💕He took all my tastes and preferences into account and literally picked the perfect spot for us to live out our days. It was big enough for if we wanted kids, it had room for his study and aquarium, and mine, and a beautiful backyard for us to entertain friends and family. It was out of the city and tucked enough in the suburbs that we could have our privacy. There were only 2 other times in our relationship where I felt like I couldn't love him more than I already did, and that was when we shared our first kiss and confessed our love on our first date in a moonlit graveyard by the sea, and on our wedding night when we pledged our lives to each other in front of all the people we love. 💕

[yoonstudios]

kooberry! 🫐 | for -> @pauls-mccharmly ↳ run bts: ep. 143

[triona-tribblescore]

**JUMPS AT YOU* TRIOOOOOOOOOOOONAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'VE MISSED YOUUUUUUUUUU HOW ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

KREDENAAAAA AHHHHH I MISSED U TOOOO!!! HOW R YOU?? My fav big fluffy moot 🤭🤍

[mobius-m-mobius]

🫂

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

As the year 2023 comes to end, I'd like to thank you for being here with me, even though I haven't been *that* active online. Happy new year lovelies, I hope you stay healthy and that the new year brings happiness to you 💕

in no specific order, thank you all for being awesome 💝

@hansungiee 🤍 @jcismycopilot 🤍 @danhalen 🤍 @fangirlinglikealoon 🤍 @heiskasmiro 🤍 @sepastian-ahoey 🤍 @lieutenantbradley 🤍 @ambivartence 🤍 @chanstopher 🤍 @thejawsoffate 🤍 @sirjaybobobka 🤍 @lily-blue-blue-lily 🤍 @juhollamago 🤍 @joel-farabee 🤍 @washyourdamnhands 🤍 @reedskz 🤍 @suklaakuppikakku 🤍 @yjbg 🤍

and YOU, who is reading this, I wish you a good new year 💕

[rillils]

RILLLLLSSSSSSSSS

ITS BEEN SO LONG HOW R U

YOUNG ROYALS.

SEASON 3 IS DONE 💞💞💞💞💞

SEASON 3 IS DONE 💔💔💔💔💔

ALSO THE NEW SEB PICS??????? BEEFY BUCKY WITH THE LONG HAIR 😍😍😍

ive been watching the last season if merlin 15 minutes at a time because i am not about to lose me sweethearts rn oh my lord

OMG SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE GJDHDK

Okay, first things first, HELLO MY BABY 💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖 I've missed you a lot around here, honey!! I'm doing alright, just the usual amount of stress - but let's be real, that's my default state of mind xD I hope you're doing well, my dear 🥰🥰🥰 Hopefully school is over (or will soon be over) so you can rest and enjoy your vacation 💕💕💕

NOW: HOLY PATCHOULI RAGU AND RAVIOLI, I JUST SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT AND EDVIN AND OMAR'S VIDEO MESSAGE AND AHDJAGDKSLDJK *SCREECHES* I'm getting a bit emotional here ngl 🥺🥺🥺 I can't believe that the show is actually over now, even though it's probably gonna be a while before we can watch s3, since they just finished shooting 😭😭😭 I'm hoping with all my heart that s3 will give us what we desperately need!! A happy ending for the boys pls!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

As for one Sebastian Mcfreakin' Stan, I simply can't look at those pics and videos without WEEPING, HONEY, LIKE I'M TALKING LEAKING FAUCET, OPEN BAR, LEMME CRY IN YOUR COCKTAIL REAL QUICK KIND OF WEEPING HERE

he looks. so good. my brain cannot comprehend it. I look back and then back again and the little lightbulb in my skull keeps flickering on and off because?? Is this a real human??? Does anything remotely similar to This Man truly exist??????? With those arms that look like they could engulf you so sweetly and protect you from all harm, and those boobs- sorry I mean tits- sorry I mean chESt, that CHEST that looks like it was only made for your cheek to lie upon it, and be the firmest pillow you ever slept on? and the hair??? The stubble?? The high-waisted pants?? I've seen people slander those pants, right, but as far as I'm concerned they just enhance his whole I'm Too Hot, Hot Damn™ vibe these days. make the tiny waist look even tinier and the broad shoulders look even broader and omg I can't think about this for too long or I will spontaneously combust 🔥🔥🔥

Should I also mention that white tank tops never really did anything for me until this man came along?? AND THE RINGS. THE MUMMERFUCKING RINGS. It's like. Every now and then Mr Stan-Lookin-Good-There-Man decides to accentuate his long, nimble fingers with pretty glinting metal and my brain fucking short-circuits like "NOPE - WHAT DIS - CANNOT COPE"

I feel he has awakened a monster in me *flies into the sun*

As for Merlin, oh babe, I feel ya 🥺🥺 Take your time with it, honey, I'm sure your heart will thank you for it 💖💖💖 I love you very much bby 💕💕💕 I hope you have a super nice day 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

[napping-sapphic]

<3 storm hugs 🫂 (if u want em)

Thank you for the storm hugs!!! 🫂🫂🫂😭😭❤️❤️❤️!!!!

[thatpinkbetch]

i love you dearest

Omg 🥺💖💖💖 Birbieeeee!!!! I love you too 🥺💖 I hope youre doing well!! And i hope you want a kiss, because: Mwuah!! 😘💖💖💖

[justabigoldnerd]

Doing this to all my friends, mutuals, and followers I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH 💕💕💕💕💕💕

[shy-nightmare]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile! Add a heart so we know how long the chain's been going! ❤️🖤💖🤍💚💛💗💙🩶🩵🤍🤎💟💜❣️❤️‍🩹💝🫀💖♥️💘❤️‍🔥💕🩶💜💛🫶💕💖💖💓💞🩷💚🧡💕💙💜🩶❣️❦💑🥰🏩😻❣️🫀🧡♥︎🧡💚🫀💌🩵

I know i haven't been great with replying back to you. It is unfortunately still a tough time on my end 😔😅 but I promise you, I see all of it and I'm so grateful you like me as much as you do 💖💖💖 you're an awesome person and I wish you so much motivation to keep being as creative and positive as you are! ^^

First of all, hi @marinerainbow! 😁😊👋

Second of all, it's OK! 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 I know things are tough right now, and I understand 😊. Take all the time you need and get lots of rest, it's OK 🫂🫂🫂 I'm just happy you're able to see the stuff I tag you in when you have the chance! 😁

Third of all, OH MY GOD!!! YOU CHOSE ME AGAIN?!?!?!?!?!?! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

You are so sweet and kind, it's shining bright in my eyes!!!

Thank you so much, but why??? 🥺 All I did was hop into your inbox and make you smile with my silly nonsense 🤣🤣🤣. I can only imagine how busy you are, that's why I'm practicing posting only ONE chapter a month. For you, @slashingdisneypasta and everyone else who's interested in my story 😊.

If anything, I should be grateful that YOU like me and think I'm awesome! You, Slashing and Just-Kit-Ink are practically my idols! 😁😁😁 You have been so unbelievably nice to me, I HAVE to repay your generosity in any way I can.

I wish you so much luck, love, and positively in your life! ^^ 💖💖💖

[gojoest]

I'm here to confess my undying love for you!!!! I love u sooo much :((( idk I had this sudden urge to say this. You are such a good hooman heh from what i have seen 🤧💓 you deserve all the love- I gotta go before I turn full emo🦸‍♀️

[😿❤️‍🩹]

AHHHHH MY BELOVED I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 🥹🤍🤍🤍 you have no idea how grateful i am to have you here with me 🤧🤍

[rowdydevs-nhl]

Another sexy thought: getting your nails done and jack enjoying the way you leave scratches on his back. And then next day in the locker room the boys seeing it ;)

Or like fans seeing hickeys or sumn on him which we have never seen publicly 🙂‍↕️🥝

🥝 anon giving you the biggest digital hug for blessing me with all these asks 🥹 keep them coming please 💕🩷🤭 good luck on your test tomorrow!!!!!!!!

+18 -> smut | marking up Jack + helping him relax

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: jealousy, ownership, swearing, pet names, scratching, marking, sucking fingers, fingering, massage, sexting, exchanging nudes.

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You look up at the TV, watching as the camera pans across the ice, catching glimpses of players skating through drills with their usual intensity. And then, as expected, the focus shifts to Jack. He steps off the ice, his damp fringe falling across his forehead as he bites and slides off his glove, breathing heavily.

The stunning reporter steps forward with her microphone, her smile practically gleaming under the bright arena lights. “You’re going for the big win tonight. How’s the energy in the locker room?” Her voice is sticky-sweet. She tilts her head when she looks at him, her interest in the handsome Center bleeding through her thin veil of professionalism.

Jack, to his credit, is polite but unmoved. “Energy’s good,” he says, his tone cool, efficient. “We’re focused.”

“And if you guys pull off the win, any big plans to celebrate?” Her lashes flutter as her body angles toward him more, hoping for a little extra charm.

Jack gives her a small, polite smile. “The usual,” he says simply.

The reporter blinks, clearly hoping for more. “Well, there’s a lot to do in Vegas. The usual? Do you have something you usually do when you’re here?” She prompts, laughing lightly.

“Just hanging out with my girl.”

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Jack had just finished showering, his hair curling at the ends as he walks over, already reaching for your hands. “Lemme see,” he murmurs, taking your fingers in his own. He turns them over, inspecting your fresh set like it’s the prettiest thing in the world. “Pink? I love it.”

“It’s the color–”

“Of my tip?” He chuckles, putting two and two together.

“How did you know that?” You tease as you run your hands down his chest.

“Well, I’ve looked at it a few times, princess,” he rasps, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Approved?”

“Definitely,” he mumbles, and like clockwork, he starts rolling out his neck and his shoulders, wincing in pain. You raise your brow at him, trying not to laugh at his predictability.

“Yeah, baby?”

Jack just shrugs, feigning innocence. “You know how it goes,” he says through a boyish smile.

“Mhmm…” You hum, reaching for the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as always.

Jack’s skin is still warm from the shower, his tight muscles melting already from the slightest touch from you. As soon as he hits the hotel bed, he lets out a deep, contented sigh, sprawling out on his stomach.

His beautiful blue eyes follow you as you crawl onto the bed; his smile spreads wider as you move closer and closer until you’re climbing on, running your fingers down his strong back, watching as goosebumps spread across his dewy skin. Jack shivers, letting out a groan that sends heat coursing through you.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans at the slightest touch.

“You’re so easy,” you tease, dragging my nails over his broad shoulders before pressing them into the tight knots you knew you’d find.

“Shittt,” he chuckles, exhaling sharply as you nail that perfect spot, working out the tension. “Feels so fucking good, pretty,” he mutters, voice muffled against the plush comforter.

You let your finger drift into his damp brown hair, scratching your manicured fingers against his scalp. “Fuck me,” he groans, turning his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “I love when you get your nails done,” he murmurs, voice drowsy, utterly relaxed beneath your touch as he lets out a little yawn.

You smile as you twirl your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he sighs, letting his heavy eyes fall closed. “Shit, princess, they’re kinda sharp. You should keep ‘em like this forever.”

Leaning down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, feeling his slow, leveled pulse thump under your lips. “I’ll think about it.”

Jack hums in reply, already halfway asleep, completely at peace. “Gotta keep me up, princess,” he huffs. “I’m gonna pass the fuck out.”

You press your nails a little harder into his back, making his muscles tense for a second before he softens into the mattress. “Too much?” You ask, pausing slightly.

“No–No, keep goin’,” he murmurs, voice rough with contentment. “S’perfect.”

You smile as you watch the faint red marks appear where your nails drug down, the contrast between his skin and the marks leaving you oddly satisfied. Your mind drifts for a moment as you glance up at the TV, watching some highlights from the last Devil’s game, before the camera throws back to the reporter from this morning.

The interview from earlier plays again on mute—and the way she’s leaning in is just a little too much; the way she practically preened when Jack gave her the slightest smile boiling your blood.

Would she try again after the game tonight? Probably.

“Fuck,” Jack hisses as you find yourself so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize how hard you had dug into his skin until it had already happened.

“Oh, shit–” You gasp, but Jack just laughs, shifting slightly underneath you as he cranks his neck a little more to look back at you.

“Don’t stop,” he assures, his voice dazed out but amused nonetheless.

You chuckle and shake your head, letting your nails trail more deliberately over his tight skin. Your pointer finger traces from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, following the place where HUGHES usually sits on gameday.

You scratch your nails into his skin–digging your initials in–watching as they shift red. Jack lets out a deep, knowing laugh, his voice vibrating through his chest. “I know what you’re doing, baby,” he teases.

You giggle breathily, leaning down until your lips brush against the shell of his ear, tits pressed against him. “I got a little jealous today,” you admit.

“Really?” He drags out the word, completely aware.

“Yeah,” you whisper against his hot skin, trailing soft kisses down his neck. Your fingers continue to work the muscles in his shoulders, kneading out the tension as your mouth moves lower. You hit the perfect spot, sitting right above where you know the collar of his sweater will sit.

He doesn’t stop you, instead slithering his hand behind his back, slipping under the band of your shorts and panties, finding your clit.

You suck down on his neck as he rolls his fingers on top of your sex, groaning when he feels just how wet you are; knowing this close to the game time, he’ll have to wait to sink his thick dick deep, but he loves to tease.

“Roll over,” you whisper, watching as Jack obeys without hesitation. His fingers find you fast, slipping your little shorts to the side this time. He dips the tip of his rough finger in your soaked hole, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your body, so warm and wet.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his, slow and deep, savoring how he immediately wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer.

He sighs against your lips, his fingers pushing deep, soaking his digits with your essence. “I don’t know why I do this to myself,” he chuckles as he continues to torment himself with the thought of ruining you before his game.

“All night long?”

“All night long, princess.”

You pull back, resting your hands on his firm chest. Jack looks up at you as you trace your fingers higher, circling the hickey forming on his neck.

“You know,” he starts, his voice low and rough, “you always tease me for liking to mark you up…”

“Because you do,” you giggle breathily, watching a smirk spread on his kiss-swollen lips.

“Yeah, I do. And now you’re over here claiming me like you’re territorial or somethin’.”

“I am,” you smile.

Jack chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “I love it when you wear my jersey,” he murmurs, one hand drifting up your back again. “You think it’s just because I like how you look in it, but nah… I love marking you, too. Anyway, I can.”

His fingers slid down your arm, slow and deliberate, before reaching your hand. He lifts your hand, pressing soft kisses on your fingers, slipping your middle and ring fingers in his mouth as he looks up at you.

“I’m gonna put a ring on this finger on day,” he murmurs, his voice warm and confident. “Mark you up some more.” Your heart swells in your chest, thudding at his words as he gives them one last kiss.

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The locker room was buzzing with post-game energy—sweaty jerseys half-peeled off, the scent of ice and sweet hanging heavy in the air. The boys were loud, buzzing over their win as the media caught their post-game celebration.

Jack steps closer to his stall, pulling off his jersey, aware–more than usual—as the cameras linger. He peels off his compression shirt, dragging it over his head slowly and deliberately. The cool air hits his skin as he drops the fabric to the bench beside him before turning around fast–thin, perfect lines left behind by your nails shamelessly shown.

He runs his fingers through his hair, smiling at something someone said before tossing a wink their way; one of the players in the locker room no doubt saying some shit about it already. The second the red light on the camera cuts and the reporter and crew leaves, the chirping starts.

“Jesus, Rowdy,” one of the guys laughs. “You get in a fight we didn’t see?”

Another voice chimes in, laughing. “Nah, those aren’t from the game, boys.”

Jack rolls his eyes, reaching for a towel as another teammate whistles low. “And the hickey?”

“Enough, Jack,” mumbles smugly.

“Blushing like a slut, bud.”

The whole room erupts in a mix of laughter and groans, somewhere between teasing and outright jealousy.

“Settle down, alright?” Jack laughs.

“The placement—someone sending a message?” Luke adds as he gives him a knowing glance. Jack smiles, shaking his head as he wipes his face, trying to hide it. “He fuckin’ loves it—”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Jack mutters, but he doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t even bother because Luke’s right. He fuckin’ loves it.

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[witchywithwhiskey]

Ok for the Sweethearts Game I'm going with Ransom and true love! 💕💕

Happy Valentine's babe! 😊

skincare routine

pairing: boyfriend!ransom drysdale x female reader

summary: your boyfriend is in a dark mood when he gets home from work on valentine's day, but you're prepared to spend the night pampering him and showing him how much you love him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), emotional hurt/comfort, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, bathing together, ransom is emotional and vulnerable, ransom's family has issues, non-sexual and sexual intimacy, fluff, emotions, pet names (beautiful), kissing, established relationship

word count: 2.7k

a/n: ahh thank you for sending in this request/prompt Kes!! i wasn't sure at first how to tackle "true love" with Ransom, but then i had this idea and i'm so so so happy with how it turned out!! i love taking a big mean man and making him soft—and who needs some pampering and emotional support more than Ransom?? 🤭 thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

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You could tell from the way the front door of the Boston townhouse you shared with your boyfriend opened and shut just a little bit shaper than normal that Ransom Drysdale was in a mood. Truthfully, you’d known it since he texted you that he’d be late coming home, his frustration clear in the tone of his message. 

So, when he trudged into the living room, kicking off his expensive leather loafers in the doorway and tossing his wool coat haphazardly on a chair, you were well and truly prepared for the scowl on his handsome face. It made your heart lurch, wanting to take all his pain and anger away, and you were more than certain you’d made the right call about your Valentine’s Day plans that evening.

Your boyfriend didn’t even greet you before he collapsed on top of you on the couch, burying his face in your chest and curling his larger body around yours. His strong arms banded around your waist and dragged you so close, there wasn’t an inch of space between your bodies. Only then did a modicum of tension ease from his shoulders.

A soft laugh slipped from your lips at his grumpy demeanor and you carded your fingers through Ransom’s soft, brown hair, pushing it back from his face and raking your nails over his scalp until he let out a groan of pleasure. The tense bunching of his shoulders began to soften and you smiled down at the top of his head. 

You kept up the soothing motion of your fingers, making soft cooing sounds to your boyfriend while, slowly but surely, he finally relaxed. After a while, he turned his face to the side, his cheek pressed to your sternum so he could mumble out the first words he’d spoken since he got home.

“Just gimme a few minutes, then I’ll get ready for our date,” he said. His voice was so heavy with exhaustion that you couldn’t help but hug him a little bit tighter. 

He hadn’t even opened his eyes, but you knew his normally sharp, intelligent blue irises would be dull with fatigue and frustration. You could see the evidence of his annoyance in the two little furrows between his brows, and you smoothed them away with your thumb. 

Ducking your head, you pressed a featherlight kiss to his hairline at the top of his forehead, watching with no small degree of satisfaction as even more tension drained from his exquisitely handsome face. It was a reminder that you were Ransom’s safe space, and you felt honored to be that for him—just as he was your safe place.

“I cancelled our reservation at Ostra,” you began to say, but your words were cut off on a startled sound when Ransom suddenly pushed himself up, his face twisted into a glare.

There was very little heat to the expression, though, and you noted that his eyes did look as dull and exhausted as you’d suspected they might. It was hard to take the glaring man seriously when he looked so tired and had been cuddling you so sweetly just a moment before, so you gave him a challenging look in return.

“I made that reservation six months ago,” Ransom bit out harshly, even as he was making obvious pains to soften his tone because he knew you didn’t deserve his ire. It was an admirable effort, but it didn’t matter, Ransom couldn’t ruffle your feathers that easily. “I wanted our first Valentine’s Day to be special,” he said sullenly, dropping his head onto your chest again. 

You gave him a moment to take a deep breath and calm down, and then you pulled him up for a kiss. It was just a soft brush of your lips against his, but the rest of the anger drained out of him just as quickly as it had come and he sank into the kiss. His mouth pressed more firmly to yours as your lips slanted together. You could taste the apology on his tongue. 

With a sigh, Ransom pulled away and lay back down on your chest, squeezing you tightly as he relaxed back into your body. Your fingers kneaded his shoulders lightly before returning to his hair, smoothing through the strands and pulling another, more contented exhale from your boyfriend.

“As I was saying, I cancelled our reservation, but Ostra agreed to deliver some food to us,” you said, biting back a laugh when Ransom made a grudging sound of encouragement. It was little more than a grunt, but you’d long since learned how to interpret his wordless sounds. “It’ll be here a little later. I thought we could take a bath together while we wait.”

There was some grumbling reluctance from Ransom, who didn’t seem to want to leave the couch, but you finally managed to coax him up and dragged him upstairs to the master bathroom. Once inside, he stared dumbfounded as you flitted about, lighting candles and drawing a bath, adding rose petals and a luxurious bath bomb to the hot water. 

A little while later, the two of you were submerged in the blisteringly hot water filling the extra large clawfoot tub Ransom had put into the bathroom for the exact reason of comfortably fitting two people. The tiled room was quiet and dim, with only the softly flickering flames of the candles lighting the space.

“Do you want to talk about today?” you asked gently, your lips brushing against the shell of Ransom’s ear, smelling his freshly washed hair and letting the comfort of the familiar scent soothe your own aches and pains.

The two of you were laying entangled in the tub, your back against the cool porcelain while Ransom’s larger body was sprawled between your thighs with his back to your chest. You’d washed his hair and taken a loofah to every inch of his skin, scrubbing him clean while he’d relaxed. 

You’d already refilled the tub once, and neither of you seemed in a rush to leave the bath, so your fingers were tracing idly up and down Ransom’s smooth chest while his big hands stroked your thighs beneath the warm water. 

It was so pleasant, you almost never wanted to leave—or talk about what had bothered him that day. But you’d needed to ask, in case he did want to talk about it.

Ransom was quiet for a long moment before he heaved a heavy sigh, sounding like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. You ducked down and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, feeling his muscles loosen beneath your lips. 

“It’s the same old bullshit,” he said heavily, his eyes closing as he sank deeper into the water. “I’ll never live up to my family’s expectations, I’ll never be… good enough for them.” 

His voice cracked a little on his last words and you wrapped your arms around his big body, squeezing him tightly and giving him the comfort you knew he needed. It broke your heart to see the way Ransom’s family treated him, especially since all you could do was support him and remind him that you cared about him. 

“I love you, Ran,” you whispered in his ear before pressing a kiss to his temple. “I love you exactly as you are—you’ll always be enough for me.” 

A rough sound came from deep in Ransom’s throat and he turned his face, pressing it into your arm. You knew from the gentle shaking of his chest and shoulders that he was crying and you buried your face in his neck, holding him tight while he let it out. 

All the while, you murmured your love into his skin, feeling his pulse beneath your lips and wishing you could pour your love straight into him. You wanted him to know your love wasn’t conditional like his family’s; you wanted him to feel your love with every beat of his heart.

When Ransom quieted, you sat up and rearranged the two of you in the tub. Some water sloshed over the edges as you moved to sit in his lap, your legs circling loosely around his waist. 

Your handsome boyfriend’s cheeks were pink and his eyes were dull and watery, and you couldn’t help but love him all the more. He was having trouble meeting your eye, but that was fine. It had taken a long time for him to feel comfortable crying in front of you and he still struggled with it, so you appreciated every bit of vulnerability he allowed you to see.

You held Ransom’s face in your hands and kissed the remaining tears from his skin with featherlight presses of your lips. Even once you’d gotten them all, you kept brushing kisses all over his face, until he was laughing, the sound rich and deep and pleased, sending shivers of delight racing down to your toes.

“What’re you doing, beautiful?” he asked in a rough, rumbly voice that had sparks zinging beneath your skin. You made a mental note to make Ransom some tea to soothe his throat after you got out of the bath, even as you kept kissing his face.

“Skincare,” you answered sweetly. Your lips caressed his forehead, cheeks and chin with even more kisses, making him chuckle deep in his chest. “Kisses from your true love are the best skincare routine, didn’t you know?” you asked matter-of-factly, unable to keep the silly smile off your face.

Another laugh rumbled out of Ransom and his arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer until his half-hard length was trapped against your soft belly. For the moment, though, the two of you ignored it, content to bask in the intimacy of your bodies pressed together, skin to skin while you held each other.

Ransom’s mouth found yours, stopping you from continuing with his skincare routine, and he kissed you slowly, tenderly. Heat bloomed and unfurled from the depth of your core as your lips parted for your boyfriend, allowing him to slip inside and deepen the kiss. 

In every sweep of his tongue and soft groan, you felt his love, and you returned it in kind, showing him how much you cherished and adored him. You loved Ransom Drysdale and you wanted him to know it, to be certain of it on his darkest of days. 

“I love you, too,” Ransom murmured after pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours. His mouth ducked down and captured your lower lip, nibbling on its plump plushness in such a way that your body grew warmer than the bath water, desire for him rising within you. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

“Oh, you’d definitely be way more miserable without me,” you quipped, your voice a little breathless from his kisses as you tried to lighten the mood. 

But Ransom was somber as he brushed a kiss to your cheek and agreed, “I would.”

The seriousness of his tone had you squeezing your arms tighter around his shoulder, your mouth seeking his for a deeper kiss. With so much of your bare skin pressed against Ransom’s, it wasn’t long before the mood in the bath shifted, and turned into something desperate and craving. 

“Ran,” you whined softly when he pulled away to press hot, suckling kisses to your neck. Your hips shifted restlessly beneath the water, rubbing against the stiff length trapped between your bodies. It was so close to where you needed him, but so far away, too. “Ran.”

“D’you need something, beautiful?” Ransom teased in his deep, rich voice, nipping at the skin over your fluttering pulse point. A moan tumbled from your lips as your head fell back, lolling to the side to give him more room to kiss and suck on your neck.

“You,” you moaned, when you managed to formulate a thought and answer your boyfriend’s question. “I need you.”

Ransom’s big hands slid down your back, palming your ass and lifting you up with the help of the water. Eagerly, you reached between your thighs and lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance. He lowered you back down slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thick length impaling your body.

When you finally settled back on his lap, you felt perfectly full, a blissful smile curling the corners of your lips as you let out a sigh and let your head fall against his shoulder. Ransom settled back against the side of the porcelain tub, the two of you getting comfortable in the bath so you could stay connected in the most intimate way possible until the water cooled.

For a long, long while, the two of you held each other, fingers dancing idly over warm, slick skin while you enjoyed being together. You told Ransom about the book you were reading and he chuckled at the mob boss romance, scoffing at the male main character’s antics. But he also shared stories from his day, updates on the manuscripts he was excited about at Blood Like Wine Publishing. 

Eventually, the bath grew cold and the heat that had been building in your body from keeping Ransom’s cock warm in your pussy for so long grew impossible to ignore. Gradually, your bodies began to rock together, first slowly and then picking up speed as your mouth found Ransom’s for a blisteringly searing kiss.

Ransom fucked you hard and fast in the tub, the two of you having used up all your patience and needing to find completion together. With his big hands kneading your ass greedily, Ransom bounced you up and down on his cock, uncaring of the water spilling from the tub while his face was buried in your tits, licking and sucking and marking your body as his own. 

As for you, all you could do was tangle your fingers in his still damp hair and hold on while he pounded into you from below, filling your cunt perfectly, stretching you exquisitely, and hitting a spot deep inside you so deliciously, you were rocketing toward your release. Your boyfriend knew just the angle to make sure your clit ground against the base of his cock with every thrust, and he used his hold on your ass to hit it perfectly. 

Ransom worked your pleasure higher and higher until it finally snapped and you came with a shrill cry that bounced off the tiles of the bathroom. He held you tight while your body trembled and clamped down around his cock, groaning his own release into your skin as he pumped you full of his cum. 

Your boyfriend held you close as you came down from your highs, his hands skimming up and down your spine soothingly. But when you shivered at the cooled temperature of the bath, he was quick to help you out of the tub and bundle you up in a fluffy towel. 

Together, you cleaned up the bathroom, drained the tub and blew out all the candles, moving into the bedroom and stealing kisses from each other as you dressed. Ransom insisted that you wear one of his sweaters, because he loved seeing you in his clothes, so you happily pulled one on, along with some comfortable shorts while he dressed in a tee and joggers.

By the time you made it back downstairs, your dinner had been delivered from Ostra and the two of you ate the expensive meal on the couch, watching some mindless TV and cuddling in the Boston townhouse you called home. 

It may not have been the Valentine’s Day your boyfriend had planned, but you couldn’t help but notice how happy he looked, his face relaxed and an ever-present smile curling the edges of his mouth while he buried his head in your chest and snuggled into you. It turned out to be the perfect night.

All you’d wanted was to spend the evening with your favorite person in the world, to make him feel better and bring him the comfort he’d sorely needed. And the fact that, as he was falling asleep in your arms on the couch, you got Ransom Drysdale to admit that your true love kisses were, in fact, the best skincare routine was just an added bonus.

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