#shamless too

[mizzfizz]

you pull leon by the belt towards you and he can't stop the moan that spills past his lips

[saltnsugarbear]

you poor thing, sweet mourning lamb (18+)

summary: you trust Lip to never compel you. This being said, he wants to try something new in the bedroom

title from: "Ptolemaea" by Ethel Cain

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: could this be considered blood play?? is all vampire sex blood play? MDNI!!! afab reader genitalia, vaginal oral sex, edging/orgasm denial, vaginal fingering, TVD style compulsion (consensually), biting (surprise??)

side note: welcome back TVD-Shameless au, everyone say hi to heretic Lip Gallagher we love him

divider by @strangergraphics

"Please, baby.." Lip bites softly at your jaw. The attention to your jaw and his begging has you pressing your heel against your core to alleviate some of the pressure building.

"Lip- I don't know- I don't think that-" You're cut off with a moan as Lip nips softly at your carotid.

Lip removes himself from your neck, looking at you with wide eyes. The look he gives you is pleading, and you can feel your fight slipping.

"Please, baby... 'S the only way to be sure.. Promise you'll feel so, so good.. If you don't, we'll stop, and I won't do it again.. Even get you some vervain, make sure it doesn't happen again.." Lip's asking you so nicely, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your inner thigh.

He brings his other hand to cradle the side of your face softly as you mess with the fabric of his shirt. Lip knew you trusted him to not compel you, so there was never a need for you to hold onto vervain. He discouraged your relaxed mindset, often telling you about the dangers of other vampires who would want to compel you.

However, what he was offering tonight wasn't the usual compulsion you were worried about. The only thing Lip was suggesting was testing to see if he could prolong your own release.

The idea intrigued you, to say the least. You don't give it too much more thought before you're nodding, "Yeah... Okay, okay.."

Lip's eyes light up, gaze dancing across your face to make sure there's no signs of discomfort.

"Oh, baby... Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Lip starts to pepper your face with kisses, biting softly when he kisses over your cheek and jaw. "Gonna feel so good, I promise.."

Lip pulls away from you and brings both hands to hold your face, rubbing softly against your cheekbones. His eyes are intense as he looks into yours.

"You're not gonna come until I say so," Lip's voice is firm and authoritative, further stoking the fire in your belly. You watch the way his pupils dilate as he speaks. "Gonna tell me if it becomes too much or you don't like it."

All you can do is nod, not entirely sure if you're meant to feel different because of his words. He gives you a soft smile before he kisses you gently.

Lip guides you to lay back against the bed, his body moving fluidly with yours as you fall back. He's quick to trail kisses over your shirt and down your body, tugging your shorts and underwear down your legs as he kneels on the floor in front of you.

He starts with soft kisses along the inside of your knee, slowly trailing up your thigh to where you need him the most. You whine softly when he stops in the middle of your thigh, sucking hard against the skin before soothing the spot with his tongue.

The feeling of Lip's teeth sinking into your thigh makes you groan loudly. You can't help how you buck your hips off the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets to keep yourself grounded. His tongue traces softly around the punctures in your skin, hand squishing your thigh to coax out more blood. Lip's other hand lays flat against your stomach, applying a soft pressure as he pushes your hips back onto the mattress.

When you look down, your gaze meets his, pupils blown wide as he laps softly at the source of blood coating his lips. The view makes you dizzy and whine softly. He abandons the bite to kiss farther up your thigh. Placing a kiss right above your clit, moving his mouth lower.

The feeling of Lip's canine tickling against your clit makes you gasp. His breath is warm against your core. He's quick to replace his fang with his tongue, licking a stripe up from your slit to your clit.

Lip laps softly at your hole, bringing his hand lower to rub tight circles against your clit with his thumb. When he pulls his mouth away from you, your hips attempt to chase him. He huffs softly against your skin, the sound muffled slightly. His tongue is quickly replaced with the tips of his wet fingers, his thumb is replaced with his mouth softly sucking against your nub as he slowly inserts his two fingers.

His now free hand slips away from your body and you can only assume what he's doing based on the groans he's releasing against your clit. The vibrations of his voice and feeling of his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you his intoxicating. When he removes his mouth from you with a kiss, you feel his tongue prod at the puncture wounds on your thigh, tracing the drops that slipped down your skin.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and feel the way your walls clench around Lip's fingers. However, the feeling of your release washing over you never comes. You can't help but whine at the feeling, bucking your hips into Lip's hand in an attempt to find a way to loosen the knot in your stomach. He holds his hand still, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers, letting you get increasingly frustrated as you chase a release you can't find.

"Lip.." You whine softly, lifting your hips off the bed, his arm following the motion of your body easily.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks you, feigning innocence, tilting his head to the side.

"Please- Need to-" You're cut off by your own moan when Lip leans forward to suck gently on your clit. He's gone as quick as he was there, slipping his fingers out of you gently.

Lip pulls away from your core to tug off his shirt, tossing it somewhere towards the end of your bed. He brings one of his hands from your hip to hold your jaw, keeping you from looking away from him as his rolls his hips against your own. Your eyes roll back, not containing the way your hips rut into his own. Lip takes advantage of your open mouth, bringing you into a sloppy kiss.

The kiss is tangy with blood and your slick, coating his lips and tongue as he explores your mouth. He can't help the way he groans into your mouth, rutting his hips against yours. The kiss is quickly broken as you moan into his mouth, both of you panting against the others' lips.

Your brain is dizzy, your body jittery, and on edge as it holds back your release.

"Lip.." You whine, tugging at his shirt and trying to bring him impossibly closer.

"Feel good, baby?" He asks you, breathing heavily above you.

"Mhm.." All you can do is nod, moving your hands down to tug at the waistband of his boxers.

"Look at you.." Lip chuckles softly. "Got y'all turned around, don't I?"

You nod again, not really taking in any of the words he's saying. You can't help but whine when he moves back from you, mourning the loss of his warmth against your skin.

Lip tugs off his boxers, kicking them to the floor and pushing up your shirt to expose your chest. He's quick to kiss along your chest, placing a sharp nip over your heart. Lip pulls back when you gasp softly, watching droplets of blood slowly roll down your chest. The feeling of his tongue has you arching your chest into his face, breathing heavily.

Lip places a soft kiss to the broken skin, kissing along your collarbone and up to your jaw. The open mouth kisses he places along your skin make you whine, turning your face to capture his lips with yours.

"Gonna feel so good, I promise... Just gotta hold out a little longer, baby.." Lip kisses you shortly before lining himself with your entrance.

"Promise you're going to feel so, so good.." He tells you gently as he starts to slowly push in.

It's going to be a long night.

[ysaefinn]

domming mommy!sugu (sexually and non sexually) and just fucking up a little with his brain (just a little 🤏) and you know being a teeny bit toxique

heh :3

(this is big for me, i don't usually get stmuttu thoughts)

Holy shit it is 😭😭😭 the way I ran to answer this THE LINE WILL HAVE TO WAIT

This is actually very much possible, hes too indulgent for his own good

TYPICALLY he wouldn't let you since he likes you better on the receiving end, but with a switch partner he really has no choice but to deal with it and let you take the lead.

HOWEVER!!!!!!!!!! This is a standard you'll have to set at the beginning of the relationship, otherwise, he'll just keep coaxing you into submitting to him and he's really REEEAAALLY good at executing his tricks (if all goes to shit for him he'll just grab you and throw you on the bed no problem 😭😭)

Although the "you always take care of me but who takes care of you" method will work at the beginning, the whole time he's telling himself that he's doing this for you, that HE's taking care of YOU (<- cope lmao) with time, (and the right execution) he falls into the routine you set for him, and it does seep into your daily lives as well, his end of the codependency pact goes from mostly needing to be needed to just needing a LOT more, this is a good way to train him to depend on you honestly, although it's not healthy for him AT ALL

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Please continue the megastar g1+ LL comic it's so great omgggg

Aaaa thank you! :D dw the comic was always going to be finished but my job, the election, and Comp Sci courses really put me through the ringer 😭

[gouthepro]

Hellooo Horizons community, long time no art post!

[solar-halos]

not to make the sotr haymitch abernathy announcement about myself but this is prob gonna fuck with the mr and mrs everdeen story i wrote so bad 😔😔

[moneysyan]

Dreamlike

[asbraveships]

Hello people with the gift of gif making!

I was wondering if anyone watched Shameless?

If you did. Please say you did! Could you make a gif set of Mickey telling Ian "not everyone get to blur out how they feel" with Buddie's divorce era 1 at the supermarket where Eddie says something similar?

if someone did this already please direct me to them. Thank You!

[angelagiarratana]

can’t stop thinking about Angela’s arms help what do I do 😭😭

read my fic called finally…

[alteregozowie]

Heyyy! It's me again. Here you go!

This, my dear, is a genuine RCA 44BX, velocity microphone from the 1930's. You might want to note the *checks notes* bi-directional figure-eight pattern. I have heard it was a hotshot back then, and even by today’s standards, it’s a highly sought-after item by collectors and audio enthusiasts. The prices of authentic, vintage pieces, such as this one, wage from around 5k to 15k. (However, don't ask me how much this specific one costs because I don't know.)

Well, since you didn't ask, I'll tell you the story of how I got this item. My grandmother was a fan of this local radio star when she was young. She listened to the broadcasts religiously, and one day there was a little challenge. The station played a couple of seconds of a song that was popular at the time and listeners were challenged to call and guess the song. The winner would be brought to the station to be a guest at the next broadcast.

As you probably guessed, my grandmother called and won, and the next week, she got to meet her idol. And somehow they became sort of friends, and started hanging around. Despite how perfect it would be for them to have a romance story and be my grandparents, they were only friends, but he did gift her the microphone, because she was a radio enthusiast.

Years later, I am born, and as the precocious, ever trouble-loving child I was, I often borrowed it to play singer, because I was tiny and kids do that ig. And after seeing how I adored that little trinket, even though I wasn't even supposed to touch it, my grandmother gifted to me. And now I'm gifting it to you.

Why, you may ask? Well, for one, I have no use for it. I'm not a collector of vintage items. Frankly, I had forgotten about it prior to yesterday. It's a gem, and in my hands it's sinfully underappreciated. Plus, I have multiple other things from my grandmother that I make use of and appreciate much more than this. And Lilith's upset with me for "harassing" you so you can consider it an apology gift too.

The best part is that it's still fully functional! I know you prefer using your cane, but in the unfortunate case that it gets damaged again, you could use this as backup. Hope you like it!

"Oh I very much like that, I accept~"

He loves to collect things from his past, what a peace offering indeed!

[akechis-special-case]

Found this out just now and while it might not seem like much, seeing this means a lot.

Perhaps a push to continue and soon finish the 3rd semester fic + the several confidants. I write these mainly for fun (& personal reasons) so seeing other people enjoy the story (and want to see more / keep up to date) means a lot to me.

Thanks to everyone who takes their time reading my works, big or small. I always appreciate it. I hope to create more others can enjoy too.

For those interested in the sona + ship lore, I am working on a full synopsis. I get that it's a lot and not everyone has the time. So I will do my best to do a comprehensive summary of both stories.

[catontreat]

someone at work said that the uk shameless is better than the us one.. ARE YOU OKAY..

i mean im british but cmon be fucking for real.

[angel-bitch-boy]

Mashwood realness

✊✋✌️!

based on the fanfic Feeling of Desire When You're Left With the Taste by @mydetheturk

[darlingyus]

distraction ݁݁✦ ⌇ na jaemin

GENRE: high school au (they both attend a prestigious school), enemies to lovers (if you squint), badboy!jaemin x overarchiver!reader WARNINGS: kissing/making out, very heavy tension, suggestive themes, jaemin being a shamless flirt as usual, mentions of academic pressures. WORD COUNT: 610

You knew the second you were awarded a full-ride scholarship to South Korea’s most prestigious high school that nothing about this chapter of your life would be easy.

You were prepared for the long nights, the rigorous expectations, the subtle stares from students whose tuition was paid in full by generational wealth and who wore designer clothing from head to toe. You were ready to be ten steps ahead—always—just to be seen as their equal.

What you weren’t prepared for was Na Jaemin.

Na Jaemin, with his lazy smirk and sharp tongue. Na Jaemin, who always strolled into class five minutes late (or, more often than not, didn’t show up at all), looking like he owned the world and couldn’t care less if he failed it. The same Na Jaemin who managed to worm his way under your skin and stay there—smug, infuriating, and entirely too pretty for your peace of mind.

You almost considered yourself lucky for successfully avoiding him.

Until now.

“If you’re not going to listen, then what’s the point of me tutoring you?”

“I am listening,” Jaemin replies, his tone coquettish and unbothered as he leans back in his chair. The sharp lines of his face catch in the silver-diffused moonlight spilling through the classroom windows. For a moment, you’re distracted—his piercings shimmer in the light, his lips twitch with amusement, and you almost forget why you’re here.

Almost.

“I am listening,” he repeats, grin widening. “You’re just too pretty and distracting for me to focus.”

You close your eyes, desperate to summon an ounce of patience. You seriously begin questioning whether the extra credit is worth it—worth him. Because this is Jaemin, the same Jaemin who doesn’t care if he fails every subject as long as he gets to watch you struggle to keep your cool. He knows someone like you—an overachiever with something to prove—won’t pass up the extra credit, even if it means being tethered to him for two hours after school.

"Seriously, do you even know how to use your mouth for anything other than to talk back to me?" you burst, growing visibly frustrated by his antics. You stare at each other for a while, the air becoming tense and thick. It isn't until Jaemin's lips twist into a full-blown smirk that you realise that there could be a different interpretation behind your words, but unfortunately for you - it's too late.

"What else would I use it for?" Jaemin murmurs, his dark eyes dancing back and forth between your features like he is memorising every single detail, trying to imprint this flustered image of you on the back of his eyelids.

"To do this?" he questions, his tone now husky and low as he lets his lips brush against the side of your neck, slowly dragging it upwards towards your jaw.

"Or this?" His lips are now on the line of your jaw as he increases the frequency of the wet kisses he peppers across your skin, the warmth of his mouth a stark contrast against the coldness of the night. You close your eyes as a reflex, the action making Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

“You’re not gonna tell me to stop?” he whispers, lips now barely ghosting over yours.

You don’t say a word. Just tug him forward by the drawstrings of his hoodie, closing the space between you.

And that’s when he laughs softly against your lips. A warm, wicked sound that curls right into your chest.

“Well,” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse, “if you’re going to kiss me like that… I’m not sure two hours will be enough.”

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I'm half delirious from lack of sleep.

And I love you guys.

So please accept these smutty headcanons about what that mouth do as a token of my appreciation.

This is a direct result of an anon ask reminding me about a previous mini-headcanon thing and me being completely unable to get it out of my head.

And maybe also a little because of that little tongue thing that Peter keeps doing like sir if you do not put that back in your mouth this fcking instant—

Going Down

Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Buggy, Crocodile, Mihawk (OPLA or anime) x AFAB!Reader,

Absolutely shamless NSFW smut

♫♬Me and the Devil— The Fratellis♬♫

Call my name when the line goes dead

I'll be fire, I'll be rain, I'll be joy I'll be dread

Zoro

Goes down on you like he's been lost in a desert and you're the only source of water he's seen in weeks.

A little clumsy, but more than makes up for it in enthusiasm.

Genuinely wants to make you feel good but gets so turned on by your moaning that it's hard to focus.

His hands wrapped so tight around your hips that its almost painful, his breathing just as shallow and uneven as yours.

Letting out a little growl of satisfaction as he brings you over the edge, so hard from building you up that he has to have you right now.

Sanji

Oh so slow and tender, worshiping every last inch of your folds.

Brushing soft little kisses against your thighs and outer lips, caressing your stomach, lacing his fingers with yours.

Massaging your hips and your thighs and slowly as his tongue brushes back and forth across your clit, letting out quiet moans to match yours.

Slowly taking you to the pinnacle of physical pleasure, making sure you enjoy every last segond of the slow build-up.

Expelling a slow sigh when you cum, moving his tongue in rhythm with your throbbing clit, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible.

Shanks

Complete and utter tease, master of edging.

Pulling back and smirking at you every time you get close, commenting about how adorable you are when you're oh so desperate.

Revelling in how you push your hips up and tug at his hair, how you whine and beg for more.

Ever so lightly flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit when you're right at the edge and chuckling at how you whine and writhe under him.

Laying his cheek against your thigh, gazing up to watch you struggle to breathe as he slowly circles a finger around your entrance.

Giving a low purr and smirking when he finally lets you slip over the edge, rubbing his hand across your breasts, squeezing your ass...

...But not letting up, continuing with the same slow and teasing pace after your orgasm until you're building toward another. And another.

Won't stop unless you outright tell him to, honestly; he's having too much fun making you squirm.

Buggy

Kinky, kinky. No point in having detatchable limbs if you don't know how to use them.

Hands all over you the whole time, smacking your ass, squeezing your tits together, finger-fucking you while he worships you with his mouth.

Might even detatch his dick and let you use it as a toy, if he's feeling generous.

Pulling back every so often to rub your clit and talk dirty, to tell you in detail what he plans on doing to you.

But making damned sure to lower his head back down before you cum so he can feel your clit throbbing in his mouth and your pussy clench around his tongue.

Sir Crocodile

Doesn't waste a single second teasing you, just dives right in, intent on making you scream.

His hook wrapped around your waist, sucking your clit into his mouth, pushing a finger inside to rub against your g-spot.

Pulling back now and then to tell you what a good little slut you are, but never quite long enough to let you catch your breath.

Feeling you squirm in his grip, hearing you moan and cry out his name over and over, is really the ultimate ego trip.

It's doubtful he's going to stop after getting you off once unless he's incredibly wound up. It's far too fun having you at his mercy.

Mihawk

Full, unrelenting focus, turning you into an absolute mess within seconds.

Kowing exactly what you like, exactly what makes your eyes roll back and your soul leave your body.

Keeping his gaze turned up to yours the entire time, keeping a steady and unrelenting pace.

Holding your hips down with one to keep you from grinding against his tongue, controlling every moment of your building pleasure.

Bringing his other hand up to brush across your nipples, to grasp your hair and make sure you can't look away for even a moment.

Making sure you're incapable of forming a single coherent word or phrase or thought, that you're unable to do more than moan incoherently or stammer out his name, that you're barely even able to breathe.

May not stop until you outright pass out from oxygen deprivation, and he's definitely going to tease you about it afterwards if you do.

[sugardollcurse]

could i maybe request something with body worship and ringo? maybe the two of you had to go to an event and when you get home late that evening, he keeps hovering then helping as you're working on getting outta going out mode and dressing down for being at home and you're a flustered mess cause god he's absolutely shamless about how into you he is??

𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

꒰ pairing ꒱ ringo starr x reader

꒰ contains ꒱ body worship, nothing explicit till the end but very sensual

꒰ summary ꒱ ringo can’t stop looking at you, touching you, adoring you. even after the night should be over, even when you’re just trying to get undressed

꒰ note ꒱ hiiii angel!! i love this.. this man would follow you to the ends of the earth just to hold your shoes while you undressed mwah mwah hope you like reading it!!

The hotel door clicked behind you like the final chord of a too-long song. You exhaled slow, shoulders slumping under the ache of hours spent under harsh lights and small talk, your skin tight from makeup, your hair too neat to be yours.

Ringo followed you in, still humming under his breath, blazer over one arm, already undoing his cufflinks. He hadn’t stopped watching you all night, hadn’t stopped touching you, either. A hand at the small of your back in the elevator, fingers brushing your wrist when you passed him a drink, his thigh pressed snug against yours under the dinner table like he couldn’t get close enough even when it was inappropriate.

You could feel his eyes now too. Heating the curve of your neck. The sway of your hips as you bent to unbuckle your shoes. The soft grunt he made when you kicked them off with a groan of relief.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low and fond, already close behind you.

“Fine,” you said, a little breathless. “Just tired. And stiff. And sticky. I need a bath.”

He hummed, then added, “You looked amazing tonight.”

You turned, cheeks warming. “Yeah? Even with half of everything coming undone?”

His eyes traced your face, head tilting slightly. “Especially like that.”

Your stomach did something stupid and swoony.

“Stop,” you murmured, stepping around him toward the bathroom, but he caught your hand, spun you gently back to face him.

“I mean it,” he said, voice soft and solemn. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night. And not just 'cause of the outfit, though, Christ, the outfit.”

Your face burned. “You’re doing it again.”

He grinned, all dimples and adoration. “Can’t help it. You’re all I see when you walk into a room.”

You made a sound of protest. Flustered, almost bashful, and he took your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your jaw. He kissed you slow, like he had all the time in the world, and when he pulled back he didn’t go far. Just rested his forehead against yours and breathed.

“Let me help you get comfortable,” he murmured. “Yeah?”

You nodded, throat tight.

He took your hands again and drew you toward the bedroom, dimly lit, all hush and shadow, quiet now except for the buzz of the city outside and your heartbeat in your ears.

You moved to reach for the fastenings at your back, but his hands were already there.

“Let me,” he whispered, fingers brushing the small of your back. “Wanna take care of you.”

The zipper slid slow, the fabric loosening under his touch, the cool air of the room kissing your skin inch by inch. His mouth followed the path of the zipper down... neck, shoulder blades, the base of your spine, pressing reverent kisses as he peeled the dress away. You shivered.

When your clothes puddled at your feet, he didn’t step back to ogle you. He dropped to his knees.

“Ringo,” you said, your voice a little tight.

He looked up at you from the floor, hands resting lightly at your hips. “Let me look at you.”

You swallowed hard.

He kissed your stomach, soft and slow. Then the dip of your navel. Then your ribs, mouthing over the fabric of your underthings, sighing like he’d found the meaning of life in your body.

“You’re so, God, you’re so bloody lovely,” he whispered, voice shaking. “D’you even know what you do to me?”

You exhaled shakily, carding your fingers through his soft hair. “You’re making me shy.”

“Good,” he murmured, nipping gently at your hip. “You’re stunning when you’re shy.”

He kissed down one thigh, then the other, trailing his hands along the backs of your knees, your calves, your ankles. Then he looked up at you again, eyes heavy-lidded, awestruck.

“Y’stand there like you don’t know,” he said, voice rough with wonder. “Like you don’t know you’re a fuckin’ miracle.”

You tried to laugh it off, but the sound caught in your throat when he pressed his face to the inside of your thigh and just breathed you in.

“Could stay down here forever,” he murmured. “Just touching you. Just being near you.”

Your legs trembled. He felt it and hummed, pleased, slipping his hands up your thighs to steady you. His thumbs brushed along the line of your underthings, teasing, but not taking.

“Let’s get you into bed,” he said, standing up, guiding you gently. “Can I undress you properly?”

You nodded, dazed. Let him peel the rest of your clothes off, slow and deliberate. Every motion filled with care, like unwrapping a gift. He didn’t grope or paw or pull, just touched. Kissed every new inch of skin he revealed. Spoke praise into every curve.

When you were finally bare, he sat beside you on the bed, fully clothed, looking at you like you were art.

“Lie back,” he whispered.

You did. He leaned over you, bracing himself on one arm, and ran his fingers down the length of you, from collarbone to hip, barely touching, just tracing. You arched into it without meaning to.

“Perfect. How’d I get so lucky?” he muttered.

You reached up, pulling him closer. “Ringo, please-”

He kissed you again, deeper this time. His hand cradled your face, his knee nudged between yours, and his whole body pressed to yours with slow, sweet weight.

“Just wanna be close,” he breathed. “Wanna worship you.”

And he did. All night. Lips and hands and words.

But never rushed.

He didn’t want your body like a prize. He wanted it like a home.

And when you shivered beneath him, he held you tighter, not to stoke fire, but to still the tremble. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking under your eye as if to say, You’re safe now. You’re here.

He sighed, nosing along your temple. “Can’t believe I get to be the one,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and awe. “There’s a thousand people out there tonight who looked at you and thought, ‘That one’s outta reach.’”

You huffed something that could’ve been disbelief, but he caught it. Pulled back just enough to look at you, earnest and wide-eyed.

“No, really,” he said, softer now. “I’ve known glamour. Seen it all, haven’t I? Flashbulbs, fast talkers, glittery things that vanish when the lights go out."

Your throat bobbed. You didn’t have words for that.

“That too much?” he added sheepishly, lips twitching into a grin. “I get a bit soppy when I’m knackered.”

“It’s not too much,” you said. “It’s just…”

You trailed off, but he didn’t press. Just kissed your shoulder gently, one hand stroking your chest, slow and soothing. His rings were cool against your skin.

A long silence passed. The kind that doesn’t ask to be filled.

Outside, the traffic pulsed like a heartbeat. Inside, the two of you breathed in time, legs tangled, warmth shared.

Eventually, you reached for the edge of the cover and pulled it over both of you. He grinned and helped you tuck it around your shoulders, fussing like you were made of glass and silk.

“Comfortable?” he asked, curling in close. “Need a tea or somethin’? I’d run down and nick one for you.”

You smiled against his chest. “I think I just need you.”

“Oh, that’s good,” he said brightly. “’Cause you’ve got me. In full.”

You yawned, and he lit up at the sound like it was the loveliest thing he’d heard all night.

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