#this one is for you *kiss emoji*

[buttdumplin]

I’m still on the latine reader train and fucking of course I had to do one of their baby’s ears getting pierced. The boys all react a little differently, but boy, are they amazing fathers.

cw: poly 141, gn!reader, latine reader, piercing mentioned but not described, baby is nicknamed Bug word count: 3k

It’s not something you’d spend a lot of time thinking about, getting your baby girl’s ear pierced. Hell, it wasn’t something you had a hard opinion on even before she came into your lives. But one day, something stirs in you. She’s around 5mos old, trying her hardest to roll over in the center of a nest of pillows her fathers have piled up around her, when you make the call. And while your partners are all understanding and loving, Kyle is the one you approach.

You plop down on the couch next to him, pulling his arms around you to make him hold you. Testing the waters, you spread small, quick kisses on his cheek. It’s a clear gauge of his current mood, and it has him squinting down at you. Not judging, more curious. He knows you’re about to drop something. 

“I’m thinking about getting Bug little golden studs.”

“That would make a lovely heirloom for when she gets older, something she can keep on her.”

“No, I mean la voy a llevar down to the piercer this week.”

His arms stiffen around you, and his lack of immediate response makes you turn to look at him. Kyle’s eyes are locked on the baby, his face perfectly neutral in a way you know he’s mastered for his job, like this was also somehow a threat to national security, to life as he knew it to be.

 “Vida mía… are you sure?” concern finally creeping in to scrunch his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I’m worried arracadas would snag on something as she’s learning to move more.”

It’s his turn to look at you, and all Kyle finds on your face is the stillness of peace that comes with having made a decision. 

“We’ll wait to tell the others,” he knows better than to ask and it has you throwing a big, beaming smile his way. All he can do at this point is return your kisses and ask you to share a link to the shop you want to take your baby girl to. 

You got to bed excited that night, thrilled by Kyle’s support. He, on the other hand, stays up late hidden in the bathroom, digging up as much info as he can on the shop to make sure it’s a reputable place. He’s reading every single review folks have left on both the individual piercers and the place itself, and he’s pinching in on every picture to zoom in and look for even the smallest sign of something wrong. A single picture of misaligned piercings would be all that it takes from him to call it all off. But he finds nothing. No skeezy people in the shop, no questionable client pictures, and the shop even has their health and safety certifications on proud display. Well, at least it seems like you chose a good shop.

The next day, Kyle is driving you down to the shop, hands tight on the steering wheel. He wants to be there. He has to be there. Pleased with all his digging and research on the shop, he holds Bug and coos down at her as you run through the details with the piercer. He’s straining his ears like never before, just to try to catch the piercer saying a single thing that sounds off so he can haul you both out of the shop and back home. But again, everything checks out. 

His voice is low and rough as he says, “I’d like to hold her as you do it, if that’s alright.”

You know he’s just trying to look out for Bug, trying to maintain some type of control in this terrifying moment, so you just kiss his shoulder and nod at him. Kyle doesn’t say much else. He sits still with his little girl in his arms, eyes wider than usual, taking in every detail he can.

Are the needles and jewelry sterile? The piercer’s pen marks look even on her little ears. Are the piercer’s hands shaking? This close to her little face?

It all happens quickly and nearly painlessly. You’re pretty sure Bug only cried out from how tense Kyle’s arms got as the needle came closer, scared just from sensing his fear. As the piercer finishes cleaning off your little girl’s ears, you hear Kyle release what must have been a held breath. The strain around his eyes immediately warns you of the blistering headache he just gave himself. 

You take his hand gently, “All done.”

He nods shakily and presses a kiss to the top of Bug’s head.

He’s never been so proud of his baby girl before. She faced off with something sharp and pain, and she barely batted an eye. Even after, it was almost like nothing had happened. Bug went back to babbling away in an attempt to talk to the piercer, who was kind enough to carry on a short conversation with her. It makes his heart swell with an unbelievable amount of hope. She’ll be able to face the entire world itself by the time she’s grown.

Kyle spends the drive back home in the backseat, looking for any signs of discomfort as your little girl sleeps, her little hand locked around his finger, his smile completely stuck on his face.

~

Simon is the only one home when you get back. He sits in the living room, putzing around with all of Bug’s toys and rugs, clearly waiting for you to get home and preparing for some play time. There aren’t any Baby and Me classes that day, at least as far as he knows. So it must have been something else that pulled you from the house.

He greets both you and Kyle with a soft kiss and a little hum, then reaches for the carseat, “How’s our sweet girl?”

Her gurgles answer him, and she gives him a big gummy smile as he pulls her from the seat. You and Kyle slowly move to put the key and car seat and jackets away, keeping a careful eye on Simon. He lays his baby girl down in his lap, helping bicycle her little legs with big, tender hands. And everything seems fine. Simon is clearly happy to be spending time with Bug again, and you and Kyle both let out a not-so-subtle sigh of relief. The sound of it, unfortunately, is bigger than it should in the room, taking up all the space left open by Simon’s absolute silence. Your eyes go wide and meet Kyle’s, his own reflecting the slight worry in yours, and you both sit on either side of Simon.

“Cariño, are you alright?” you plant a kiss on his cheek, Kyle’s arm finds its way around Simon’s back.

Now that you’re next to him, you can see the little quiver of his lower lip and the tears gathering on blonde lashes, eyes locked in on the little golden studs. His stuttered breathing is the only thing to break the silence.

“She’s so little,” he chokes out, “It must have hurt her so bad.” His tears finally fall as his fingers hover near the baby’s ears. 

Kyle presses himself against Simon’s side, “Oh, sweetheart. She’s alright, just look at how happy she is to be with you now.”

“Le dolió más a Kyle than it did her, and he just held her through the whole thing.”

Simon immediately remembers all the times he’s held his baby girl as she’s gotten her shots, how she’s squirmed and cried til she was purple in the face, and he takes another stuttering breath, “What if it makes her scared of jewelry, what if she comes to associate it all with pain?”

You can’t help but smile a little at the stark differences of the picture before you. Simon’s big frame hunches over the baby and his large, scarred hands gently hold her, his face growing ruddy as more tears fall and he starts to sniffle. Meanwhile Bug is wiggling away happily as she lays against the warmth of his thighs, little fists swinging around, feet kicking excitedly at the sound of Simon’s voice. 

“I think she’ll be glad she won’t have to heal those piercings as an adult,” you say, carefully wiping his tears away. 

Simon chuckles at your comment, taking a tissue from Kyle to clean up his nose, “Yeah, I suppose it is easier now since she’s still sleeping on her back.”

“Plus think of all the jewelry we’ll get to buy her as she grows, toda chipleada.”

Simon gives a full laugh at that, his hands returning to bicycling Bug’s legs. His chest moves with the deep breaths he finally allows himself, his little girl’s infectious smile catching on his face too. What a beautiful, softhearted man he is. He turns to give you each a kiss on the forehead as you and Kyle lean against him, “I’ll have to start tucking away some more money for that then.”

By the time he’s bringing Bug down to the ground to get her moving and playing with her toys, his tears have stopped. A few sniffles pop up every now and then, but he’s smiling, his big, brown eyes warm with love as he plays with her. Simon slowly moves to lay down next to her, mimicking her as she lays on her tummy, his head resting against his folded arms. His eyes flick to her ears every now and then, as if he’s trying to keep an eye out for a potential reaction. But the more pressing matter turns out to be how hard her little hands grab at his face, pulling at his lip until he’s giggling too. He doesn’t flinch a single time. He never will, not with his loved ones. They’re the people he trusts with his entire being. 

~

Johnny’s the next one to come home, arriving just a couple of hours later. He comes in the door to find you’re all working on setting up lunch: Kyle is on table duty and sets out drinks, you’re finishing up shoving doritos into the sandwiches, and Simon is still in the living room with baby Bug. Johnny smiles so big his face hurts a little. There are few things he loves as much as just seeing his little family. He could have the single worst day at work, but coming home to yall? That fixes his entire world. 

He stands by the door, where he can see all of you, and throws his arms out, “My loves, my dearest ones, I am home.” 

You all turn to smile at him. Normally, you’d all come up to greet him with a kiss. It’s a cute little ritual he’s come to love. But you’re all understandably occupied, so it’s his turn to make rounds. He steps to you and Kyle in the kitchen first, pulling you both into his arms so he can place light, lingering kisses to your mouths.

“Feeling your lips against mine once again has righted the world,” his big declarations of love will never truly end, but yall well know just how ecstatic he is to be home again. He’s quick to steal a couple of chips from you, shoving them into his mouth before you can reprimand him. Kyle receives a quick swat to his bum and he chases after Johnny a couple of steps, mirth lighting both their faces.

Johnny jogs over to join Simon on the floor, giving him a careful kiss as well.

“Our sweet Bug, trying so hard to roll. What a perfect little-”

And you know he’s clocked it. The sunshine gleaming off her little studs catches his eye.

“What’s this?” he rises back to his feet, eyes darting to each of your faces.

 Simon is the first to try to address his concern, “She’s alright, love. Watch, she’s moving about like nothing happened.”

“No. No. She’s too small to be dealing with this,” Johnny’s pacing the room, hand in his hair as his eyes continue to bounce between your faces. He keeps looking down at his baby girl, the little gold in her ears still shining, her happy little babbling only stopping as she tries to pull Simon’s finger into her mouth. And still, Johnny paces. 

 “It’s perfectly safe for her age, and the shop was of the highest quality,” Kyle says, stepping into the living room as Johnny continues to wear a track into the carpet. The technical reassurance has him pausing for a moment, the hand clenched in his hair relaxing a fraction. 

“But why?” Johnny’s voice climbs a little higher. He’ll never shout at any of you, but the emotion has to come out somehow. “She’s so young. This could have waited.”

More and more questions and rationalizations sprout from his mouth as his pacing picks back up. He brings up his sisters, he brings up his ma. None of them got piercings until they were much older. Then they could pick what they wanted and where. He briefly mentions consent, worried that this means he’s also overstepped as a father. And at one point he just says the word “baptism” and lets out a long groan. Still, he paces. His eyes turn electric with the sheer need to understand. He’s spiraling.

“Johnny, it’s cultural,” you cut through his rambling. It stops him in his tracks. 

“Cultural?”

You give him a nod, and his shoulders ease down from their tense clench. 

“Well, why didn’t you say so? We’ll have so many cute options for her once they heal,” he says with a smile once again adorning his face, plopping down to join Simon and Bug. “Is there a sandwich for me too, or should I make my own?”

 You let out a breathless laugh, the boys look up at you from the floor, smiles toothy and proud.

Kyle covers his face with his hands for a moment, mumbling something to himself before going back into the kitchen, “Yeah, we already have one for you, you brat.”

~

When Price arrives home, he lingers by the door for just a moment, taking in all the sounds of his family chattering and giggling away. He’ll never say it out loud, at least not unless he’s directly asked, but the sound alone of all of you happy and healthy and safe rejuvenates him, adds another 5 years to his life every time. He smiles a little to himself as he puts his shoes into the rack, mindful of where he stores his pack too. You’ve been kind enough to help figure out a system to keep all their shit straight and easily accessible for coming and going, and he tries to reinforce it so much with the other boys that he’s not about to fuck it up.

He’s still smiling as he joins the rest of you in the living room. Price is expecting the usual big smiles and lunging for hugs, but instead, he’s met with all of you trying to talk over each other. Kyle’s on the floor with Simon, both with a hand to help Bug sit up, and you and Johnny are shoving and trying to push the other behind. He can make out Johnny saying the word “cultural” over and over again, but the rest is jumbling together. 

Price raises a single hand, immediately silencing the room, “You can all explain what exactly is going on, one at a time, but first I will make my rounds.” 

He makes his way around the room, carefully bending for a kiss from each of you. Truly, of all the rules yall have put in place, this is one of Price’s favorites, the greeting smooches for everyone when they come in the door. It gives yall a chance to reconnect, and it really helps him settle back into the peace of his role as a father and partner. He gets to focus on his family in these moments, and he wouldn’t trade that for the fucking world.

As he picks Bug up to give her her own little smooch, the commotion starts again, making him raise his hand once more. He looks over his sweet little girl, taking in her excited little noises and smiling in return.

“Gold looks beautiful on you, Bug,” he murmurs as he gives her another smooch, enjoying the little squealing his facial hair causes. 

You let out a little whoop and the rest of the boys give a joyous little cheer as well, immediately launching into how they can use this new development to best spoil their precious Bug. And that’s all there is to it. At least in that moment.

Later on, as you’re all getting ready for bed, you notice Price is still in the nursery. He’s messing with the baby monitor, turning it on and off a couple of times to check the battery, bringing it in as close to the crib as he can. All he needs to do is tap on it to check the mic to complete a full system check. And just as you’re about to call him to bed, he does just that. He turns at the sound of your chuckle, his face so pink you know it’s spread all the way down his neck.

“You bought the top-of-the-line monitor, remember, corazon? Todo ese dinero on fancy walkie-talkies,” you press the words against his chest as he holds you close.

“Can never be too sure.”

A couple of hours later, you’re trying to untangle yourself from the too-warm cuddle puddle and all the entangled legs when you notice Price is no longer in bed. But you hear it before you get too far in your search for him, his gravelly voice humming a song through the baby monitor. 

You walk into the nursery to spot him on the big rocking chair, his legs up and reclined as possible, Bug sleeping against his bare chest. 

“She’s wounded,” he croaks as you run your fingers through his hair, “she needs her daddy to heal.” 

You don’t bring attention to the way his voice is choked up with tears, “Claro que sí, papi.”

“You were her age when you got yours?”

“I was younger.”

“And it didn’t hurt?”

“Never.”

He goes quiet, relishing the feeling of her little back rising and falling under his hand as she breathes.

“Can we take her to the guest room? Sleep with her? At least for tonight?” his nervousness seeps into his voice as he asks.

You grab the baby monitor with you as you walk him towards the guest room, just so the boys don’t panic when they wake up. Thank god yall regularly maintain the guest rooms, it makes settling the pillows and bedding much easier this late at night.

Price shakes his head when you motion towards the center of the bed for him to lay Bug down. Instead, he climbs in alongside you, keeping a sleeping Bug on his chest.

“Just for tonight,” he whispers, “Just for tonight.”

In the morning, Kyle’s voice wakes you, “I don’t know how Bug does it. She sleeps better through his snoring than any of us.”

AN: Once again, HUGE fucking shoutout to @mikichko for encouraging this and also giving us Price's precious line of "she's wounded, she needs her daddy to heal." I can't thank you enough, Kiko.

[wodania]

Finally… JonRhaegar has been cooked

[space-gutz]

*looks at smudged writing on hand* hello from the algae bee tree community

I drew this like 2.5 months ago and never posted it?? I think I intended to do shading and then never did 👍 so i’m posting it now … i’ve really been struggling to settle on a way I like to draw spark

[thecanvascreature]

is split a banana?

can i kiss you

[dynamitekansai]

Sonny Kiss' contract with AEW has expired and is now a free agent

+ bonus: just a SMALL portion of the overflowing love in response

[jiji-was-here]

Doodle dump :33

been drawing stuff the last few days so blehh bleh here it is. Not any proper drawings cause school is BAD but yknow someone'll like them

[disasterinbound]

cat prince souyo hehehe... save me cat prince souyo..

maybe yosuke saves a cat from being run over on his way to work, and a new person shows up in town. those two events are definitely not in any way related.

yu is the cat prince who comes to inaba to experience what life is like to humans and how to blend in. dojima and nanako are cat royalty as well so he gets sent to live with them for a bit. yes they can turn into cats.

yosuke saves cat!yu from being run over by a car or something. the next night after, theres a knock at yosuke's door, and yu shows up, thanks yosuke for saving his life and tells him that he wants to show his appreciation.

yosuke is of course really confused, and he's like what?? so yu goes into his cat form and stands up on his hind legs. yosuke is starting to think that this is a dream and he really should start saying no to taking those extra shifts if this is the dream he's gonna get

also yosuke being yosuke is like "nah man s ok it was nothin" and yu is like "no, no, i insist" before he leapts off and yosuke's left wondering why he's dreaming of a hot guy turning into a cat

like a day later a basket of fish appears in his kitchen and he's like ??? where did this come from until he remembers what happened. he then starts going FUCK ok ok first of all the fish. i need to give it back to him because i don't like fish. then he hops on his bike and realises FUCK where does he live. so he keeps it in the freezer for the time being until he can figure out what to do

yu then shows up at JUNES going did you like the fish :3 and yosuke is like "im so sorry dude but i actually don't like fish..." but yu looks so crestfallen like a cute cat who's sad and yosuke is about to pat him on the back until he perks back up and goes "wait for tomorrow :3" and speeds off as yosuke realises that he never asked where yu lived so he can give back the fish

cue the next few days becoming extreme tomfoolery when yu gives him gifts that cats like because he doesn't get how humans work yet and he didn't ask nanako and dojima, cats who have been more accustomed to humans and their behaviour for help. smart move bancho.

until yosuke's had enough and just tells yu that he really doesn't like the gifts but yu just looks so sad like a wet cat that yosuke goes what if you took me out to eat or hang out because he's been affected by yu's charms.

after that surprisingly fun date outing, yosuke thinks that's the end of it, until yu shows up the day after like "hi lets go out :3"

and then??? he just shows up everytime??? and they both have fun together??? and then yosuke begins to fall for bancho (and vice versa) as they both get to know each other more??? (i mean, you do seem pretty good with your hands) astounding, brain. bravo. maybe yu tells yosuke more about the cat kingdom and how he doesn't know that much about humans

one day, yu decides to confess via courtship, and starts becoming really touchy with yosuke. like in his cat form he rubs up against yosuke more, and in his human form, he purrs a lot around him and links their hands together. And yosuke's like ??? (flushed) but he's not saying no because maybe its just a normal thing in the cat kingdom. definitely not cuz he likes yu or anything.

but yu thinks yosuke is giving out a lotta mixed signals to his courting, like shying away sometimes (he's embarrassed because they were in public) or accepting it but not leaning into it, so he goes to dojima for advice.

dojima: did you ever tell him you're courting him. he probably doesn't know what you're doing.

yu: ...oops :3

and off he goes to fix off his mistake! dojima sets him a few things straight and awkwardly tells him about dating and stuff before he goes to meet yosuke on the riverbank.

funnily enough that's also when yosuke decides to confess to yu, so when yosuke goes "I like you!" all blushing and after yu also reciprocates he's like "is this a good time to mention that I've been courting you"

yosuke: you've been WHAT

yu: :3

and so they became official boyfriends!! (and maybe cat husband kings but thats for later)

yosuke gets to tease yu about it for a week until yu kisses him til he's dazed and yosuke promptly falls into a trash can.

[cashweasel]

Kissy faced 💋💋💋💋 daemon always has lipstick on his face that’s just how he lives

These blorbos have very little art, a crime I needed to solve— daemon beloved belongs to @night-triumphantt (also beloved djdjdjk 🫶)

[plugnuts]

an outlaw tweekee for u <3

WHATAGT OHBYYM GOODD IM!! RIVER YOU CANT JUST ATATCK ME LIEK THIS 😭 ILLYYY🥺🥺 /POS

[paralien]

The worst thing in the entire world isn't waiting for a planned Talk™; It's having waited for A Talk™ for days and then less than 24hrs before it, the person who planned it asks if you can do a rain check and take it another day

[kithtaehyung]

Do you have a 💋 anonymous person? If not, I'll be that person. Since I have messaged you before.. I realized that I never had an alias either.

(I'm not the swan person! Just to clarify that. So you're not confused, since they just messaged you right before I did.)

omg i don’t so 💋 is yours!!🥳 welcome welcome (even though you’ve messaged before, this is our formal greeting ehehe)

[krytus]

a week ago i was ready to give up on kings blood and today i just finished outlining each new chapter of the restructuring/rewrite im doing 😌.....

[t4tstarvingdog]

back to being the smiler and the grinner btw.

[nikidanger]

I feel like three thousand pounds have been lifted from my chest right now.

Baby steps make life so much easier lol. Gotta keep that in mind!!!

[melancholymirth]

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❛ gary again... !!!!!!

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If only that were possible, and if only Garrett would allow him to offer the same—but he'd never want V to hurt himself, much less to be hurt by another. By him. But, perhaps more than anything, V wanted to prove his heart true, and he wanted to prove the depth of those emotions; he wanted to prove how full, how complete, how devastating it all was, beneath flesh and muscle and bone where he harbored the most of his pain, his joys and his love, where he had Garrett and where he'd kept him safest.

The words were breathy, hot, moist on his skin as Garrett spoke them between kisses. He made a trail from V's collarbones to the base of his sternum, and onward from there. Lips would stray to his ribs, reminding him of how little meat he had on his bones. However meager his flesh, he had forgiveness in him in spades. He wished Garrett to know it; he wished that Garrett would make love with him now not because of the principle, but because of why they always would. Simple whimsy, hearts gone too far, urges immutable; but something about it now, when it came like this, was deliberate beyond making love.

It almost felt like proving it.

Fingers came upon his thighs and held them apart, and when Garrett mouthed down, down, V sucked in a sharp breath. Hips twitched, hands were brief fists beside him. He'd almost forgotten that he had cried. He wasn't sore or brokenhearted anymore. Garrett made it up to him before they'd gotten here, starved for each other's faith; he had simply been there and breathed, and supported V's weight, and held him like nothing else existed, and kissed his brow and made promises about hearts never failing and things never changing. It was enough to comfort V, but not enough in the grand scheme—for either of them. And, now, here they were, moved on from words to action, to touch and feeling and instinct. They needed this, just to fill whatever cracks remained. And if V could make a good man feel whole again, forgiven and valued and loved, he was only happy to be here, seated on the sofa without a lick of clothing on in the middle of the day, for the sake of mending hearts. Kissing and petting, groping and nipping, Garrett on his knees before him, like a sinner in the throes of repentance.

It ultimately didn't matter what Garrett had said to him; and bless that man's heart for wanting to make up for it at all. He had done no real wrong, intended no harm, and only because V crumbled in front of him with childish tears moments ago, he felt the need to fix and heal, and to remind all over again that his love was worse than any plague, any wildfire, any god-awful, stupid thing he could say. And when words of devotion weren't sufficient, his body did the talking.

My love. Shallow, fast breaths and a pounding heart were nothing V felt ashamed for. Lust-fogged eyes were torn between a steady gaze that was fiery, hungry, and a tongue that was deliberate, teasing, making his hips squirm and his voice small with little gasps and moans.

V listened, always. Always ready to forgive because he didn't have the heart to bear a grudge, no matter how petty, against the man he loved like nothing else. He might have been driven to foolish tears before, but they were dry now. Now, he was the one who wanted to tear himself asunder for the benefit of his husband and himself. But perhaps this—letting Garrett pore over him, wash the hurt away with kisses, worship every pale inch he so much liked to—would satisfy them both, for today. V quieted down when Garrett pulled away to kiss a hot trail up his chest, more words of ardor and fealty burning through V's ears, until teeth nibbled on collarbones and hands came to his sides to squeeze. The biting, the swearing of sacred oaths; Garrett's mouth was hot on his throat, fixed over the pulse point while his mate whimpered beneath him, vocal again, brows tight, a flame in his belly, happily at his mercy. Were he any more a wild, carnivorous, unbidden beast, he may have begun his feast there—and V would have allowed it if it meant all of his soul would be bared and made plain to a man hungry for affirmations he'd never spoken for. But here was the insatiable demon, wanting to be the one ripped open instead! And V would only be happy to dive right in. Peel the flesh, bust through the ribcage and—

Ah, but that is a ghastly thought. To love another so strongly that a hellacious appetite digs itself out of the recesses of every scruple known to man was a dangerous thing to evoke, to even imagine, even on a playful, teasing whim. And the desperate devotion V and Garrett had shared was anything but a playful, teasing whim. V might have feared it, a little; but he feared worse a fracturing of ties, and so he both allowed and gave himself up more than willingly to the demonstrations before him now, enduring every heated breath, kiss, caress and tease that gave him gooseflesh, made his hips buck and his back arch and his legs squirm with indecision.

As though it'd been too long, too necessary, starved lips crashed and bit and sucked, obsessed with one another and only getting greedier. No space for even an amorous word here or there; wet, swollen gates allowed none to pass. V's heart beat against its bony cage, calling on a heat from deep within to make him flush and his belly roar with emptiness. Desperately, he hooked his arms around Garrett's neck, begging without voice to be consumed, or set ablaze, or redeemed, or saved from his own foolish mind. But he found a precious moment for words, speaking without breath. "I wish... I wish you could see inside, how rich and thick my blood, how hot my heart." He reached out to Garrett's cheek, a simple, fond touch, thumb rolling over moistened lips. "But, if you can feel it, when...our roots together join..."

Hungrily, he claimed his mate's face with both hands and pulled himself in for a another bout of kisses that were abyssal. His mind wasn't so fogged that he didn't know he was standing himself up, arms around his waist helping, eager to meet Garrett at full height without an ounce of shame about him. His fingernails caught on the fabric of Garrett's shirt, clutching like it didn't belong. He'd do away with it yet. To bite at the flesh there, hard enough to mark like he meant to eat his way through—

Most he did was slide his wanton hands under the garment, feeling up tight muscles and then lingering over hardened nipples.

A part of this, maybe a lot of this, was plain insatiable hunger. Mouths heatedly broke away, only for V to fix him with knitted brows and eyes that wanted to mist for the second time that day. But, he shook his head, denying that and any more gloom to breach his safe haven.

"Oh, please, let have me a chance. If you want to be torn apart, devoured, then let me." A flicker of light in sweet, green eyes. He had forgiven; now he wanted to give. Gently, he pressed his lips to Garrett's jaw, starting a trail of his own that took him down his throat. "I love you enough for this," he whispered between kisses, breathy and warm on ink lines both bold and fine. "And never any less." And then you can try me. As if in response, he felt larger hands reach for generous handfuls of his derriere, pulling him impossibly close as though there remained any room. V whined dryly when he felt fingers reaching between, and for that little bit of encouragement he dragged his own nails down wonderful, delectable abs. Ah, Garrett—a feast of a man.

Fuck, they had appetites.

[caseythebunnyboy]

youreeffujcksvs the cutest bunnyboy wver me and my boyfriend have been going ape over u together holy shif its amazing

hello there, dear anon! 💜 or anons, maybe? since your boyfriend might see this as well :D first off, thank you so much!! 🥹 being called cute makes me so flustered and happy because i love knowing that people see me as a cute bunny, i really wanna be known as a cute bunny! 🥹🥹 and knowing that some people consider me the cutest bunny means so much to me!! 💜💜

(more under the cut because i have a lot to say, since i find this really nice, but dont wanna take up too much dashboard space!)

ive been an nsfw blog owner for a little bit now, so ive heard many things in my time, but this is a pleasant first!! 🥹 i never thought id be so cute and appealing to both of you that youd talk to each other about me, thats so flattering and interesting in my eyes!

im a very very curious guy, so i really want to know the stuff you guys say in conversations about me 💜 maybe through dms if one of you is comfortable enough with the idea messaging me? :> but only if you guys want to!! im just happy knowing ive achieved something like this 🥹

you both are very much free to continue talking to each other about me, i highly encourage it!! 💜 i just think you two must be such a nice and secure couple that youre both comfortable going ape about another man together! 🥹

thank you two for enjoying my blog and posts as much as you do, i really do appreciate it 💜💜 i hope to maybe hear about you both again soon, if youre comfortable with that :D but even if you are or arent going to, i hope you both have a wonderful day! 😊💜