melt in a puddle of love

devilishrianna  asked:

Well,, I'm writing down stuff about Atoms now,, it's honestly awesome. *whispering* gods I love science.. *normal volume now* hey Lo? You should totally tell Patton a periodic table joke..😂

Very well. Patton? - Logan

Yes, Lolo? - Patton

Did you hear oxygen went on a date with potassium? - Logan

…no? - Patton

Apparently it went… OK. - Logan

*patton thinks a moment and then chuckles.* oh I get it!! I have one!

What did the photon say when he checked into the hotel and they asked if needed help with his luggage? - Patton

…what? - Logan

No thanks! I’m traveling light! - Patton

*logan looks like he’s gonna melt into a puddle* … v-very good one, Patton. - Logan

what can i say? I like my katsudon spicy…

(my vision of next season, during which Vitya has been teasing Yuuri endlessly about who will be kissing whose medal after the finals, and of course, whenever Yuuri gets sassy and gives as good as he gets – Victor melts into a smitten, supportive puddle).

*Russian – Yuuri: “Vitya”. Victor: lyubimii - “My love”.

I love the ships when
  • Person A: is a total badass. Doesn't need no one. Kicks ass and takes names.
  • Person B: *touches person A*
  • Person A: *melts into a puddle
The Signs and Love:

Aries: You love closely and warmly. Everything you love is forcibly wrapped in tin foil with the power of your will alone.

Taurus: You are a nervous lover. As in, you are a lover who has a nervous system, you know synapses and all that.

Gemini: You have a heart of gold and a face of gallium. Your face melts at room temperature into a glistening silvery puddle. 

Cancer: It can be difficult to make you smile, but when you do its gorgeous. Consider not sewing your lips shut every morning.

Leo: A bold and passionate lover. Just make sure that what you’re hitting on is in fact alive. 

Virgo: A dangerous lover. A lover on the edge. Someone who can only feel affection while on an adrenaline high, like when skydiving. 

Libra: When it comes to love you think too much. If they said they like you, they probably like you.

Scorpio: Tsundere.

Ophiuchus: A clever lover. While you may think you have a good solution for every problem, too many of them involve systems of pulleys. Its freaking your significant other out. 

Sagittarius: You are a true and loyal lover. Treachery is met with a swift death.

Capricorn: You love like steel toes. Thrilling, dramatic, and often a source of testicular pain.

Aquarius: An elegant lover, all fall before your mere voice. Thats when you tie their shoes together and steal their wallets. 

Pisces: A cute lover. Adorable really. Ignore the hunting knife.

What it would be like to date Shin Hoseok/ Wonho:

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

  • shy smiles whenever you look at him, there is nothing more precious than his shy smile.
  • he flexes his muscles at you, but you call him cute… he melts into a wonho shaped puddle on the floor.
  • the amount of bunny teddies that are around his room makes you wonder if he loves them more than you
  • you never ask for a jumper, he gives you them.

“I always make sure that I buy more than I need when it comes to jumpers, because I know you would steal them”

“but then they wont smell like you”

“Oh, I sleep in them when I buy them and then hide them for you to think that you found them”

“oh, smart”

  • He toys with your fingers when your sat together. Your legs over his lap with your body turned towards his. he’ll lace his fingers in yours and just play with them.
  • hes cringey cute.

“Baby? Have I told you how beautiful you are to me?”

“yeah, at least four or fi-”

“you’re beautiful”

“Six, six times”

  • he likes to work out, when he’s at home with you. But… Depends if you do or not, you’ll help him. either clinging to his back like a koala while he does push ups.
  • you take secret candid  photos of him when he’s laughing. His laugh, a the way he laughs is like watching butterflies fly.
  • You save every single one of his selfies.
  • You sometimes read his fanfiction, while trying to keep a straight face but you can’t. it’s too much and he sits across from you with a werid look on his face.

It’s about to get NSFW:

  • he’s sweet, tentitve to you.
  • but, hot and passionate at the same time
  • surprise Saturdays, maybe freaky Fridays; you know, to keep it interesting.
  • he teases you, leaning into kiss you. slightly brushing his lips against yours, but pulls away to do something else
  • you love how dirty minded he can get when alone


  • You don’t keep pyjamas at his place, you just wear his clothes
  • he plays with your hair
  • he souts NEOYA around the flat because NEOYA
  • you love seeing his bed head on a morning, with his sleep puffy face.
  • whenever your near something with heights, you hold his hand and his grip is deathly.
  • He does cry easily, but to you, it’s sweet. He’s passionate with his emotions.
  • He talks with his emotions, he doesn’t hide them very well and this for you, is easier to be able to decipher him
  • he sulks
  • WONHO AND SWEATER PAWS
  • he sings in the shower, but its off key
  • his singing is more sweet when hes bein cute, it’s soft and barely audible
  • he’s the type who will do anything you want, mainly because he want to do it too
  • you like seeing wonho after he practices or works out because he’s sweaty.
  • he texts you every night before he sleeps. Not the cringey type where he says “I love you baby” with a thousand heart emojis. It’ll be something endearing like, “ I love you, you little nerd” with one heart emoji or something
  • he’s protective, but not overly. He doesn’t mind if you rough house with boys but as soon as he hears you whine with a pain, he’s by your side in an instant babying you
  • he isn’t possessive, he gets a little jealous sometimes; but he trusts you.
  • random compliments for dayss
  • he does the heavy lifting after you have tried and struggled a few times, you know, before you admit defeat.
  • he phones his parents everyday, hour long conversations where you do weird stuff to make him laugh.
  • the man just always smells nice??? he could be sweating profusely and still smell like an angel that wiped their ass on cotton candy
  • hug from behind, his muscular arms enciricling you into a warm embrace.
  • after a long day, he would fall asleep on you. Head on your chest and his arms around your waist.
  • when just chilling together, he lays with his head on your lap.
  • you find it hilarious when he gets cocky or over confident
  • though his confidence does actually give you quite the heart-boner
  • instead of you being the one wanting to adopt, like, a thousand doggos (you do) but he’s the one that never stops talking about it.
  • you join in on his activities, you can do them so why not
  • when crossing the street, he subconsciously grabs your hand.
  • skinship is strong with this one.

you should watch this tho  ( WONHO LAUGHING FOR FIVE MINUTES )

Bygones of the Sun | 04 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 4.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Vincent Phantomhive is one, if not the best, character in kuroshitsuji, “dorky Vincent” sometimes just makes me want to squeeze him so tight and protect the shit out of him

and yet here we have another side of this baby, “the Queen’s Watchdog”

well… the second one is pretty intimidating if not for

this one is free to interpretations… I guess.

but can we talk about how caring Vincent is? When he’s with Rachel or Ciel he literally melts into a puddle of joy and pride, he’s so proud of his little family and will do anything to protect it, even if “anything” means wearing a pretty apron (stolen from a servant?) to cook something nice with little Ciel for his wife, who isn’t feeling well

there are so many things to say about Vincent and I’m so in love with him that I just hope we’ll have more flashbacks of him and Rachel in the future

Also, they were such a cute couple, literally meant to be:

Calls with Daddy: I can’t sleep

*Kept falling in and out of sleep, so I call Daddy*

Me: Daddy, I can’t sleep

Daddy: What’s wrong little one?

Me: I think my anxiety is really bad? I did my anxious habit and I’m all wiggly…

Daddy: Awww, baby, you will be okay. Daddy is here for you

Me: Thank you Daddy! Did you know I love you?!

Daddy: Anything for my cute little princess

Me: *melts into a gushy blushing little puddle*

Daddy: No matter what you do, it’s always cute

Me: I meannnnnn…

Daddy: It’s true

Me: *evil face* I could stab someone. Would that be cute?

Daddy: You wouldn’t because I wouldn’t let you, and you wouldn’t want to disobey Daddy, would you?

Me: *internal screaming* NOOOO!!! NEVER!!!! I GOTTA MAKE DADDY PROUD OF MEEEEE!!!!

Daddy: That’s my baby girl ♡

Me: *starts giggling and uncontrollably blushing while hiding my face* Hehe! I love you! ♡

Daddy: I love you too ♡

Ambivalent [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [ M ]

Length: 7.1k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: They say the gap between love and hate is thin, but it was a lie. In reality they were thousands of miles apart, you’d just never realized how fast you were at running.

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Originally posted by exo-stentialism

You hated running, hated how loud your feet sounded as they pounded into the slush below you. You hate how hot you got, how even with the air near freezing and ground dusted with snow you felt like you were trapped inside an oven. You hated how out of breath you were after a few minutes, how your lungs felt like someone had flattened them into paper thin pancakes in your chest. You hated how the surroundings weren’t enough to drag your mind away from the screaming thoughts locked up inside your brain. Most of all, however, you hated how all you could stare at was Sehun’s back, and your most coherent thought was how much you hated when he was angry with you.

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anonymous asked:

hcs for the paladins's + coran's and allura's reactions to their s/o saying "i love you" in their sleep?

okay bye coran?? gotta love the guy jsjddjsfhgh can’t believe i’m writin for him


Coran

  • okay he be like… what
  • did you just…  dID ANYBODY ELSE HEAR THIS????
  • so he rolls over and you’re asleep and he’s like??? excuse me???
  • you just spoke???
  • and then he realizes that you were asleep and he’s like !!!! they did that !!!
  • they must really love me !!!! jdfjh;kd
  • bye boy is over here having his own party like yasss my whole life has led up to this moment
  • probably wakes you up accidentally jdhsfkjsh

Allura

  • girl can we just…. picture this, you guys were supposed to cuddle but she took a little too long to get too bed
  • when she comes you’re asleep and she’s all pouty like aww srsly
  • because yo girl was hyped she was like yay cuddle time
  • but it’s no longer happening?
  • anyway she kinda just huffs a little and crawls into bed anyway
  • and then she just hugs you and then wow it’s a miacle!!!
  • you snuggle up into her and just hold her close and she be like wow okay cuddles after all
  • and then you say i love you
  • and she be like iS THIS HOE ACTUALLY ASLEEP 
  • but it would seem so
  • so she just kinda melts into a puddle because woow that is so cute
  • kind of brings it up when you guys are brushing your teeth or something in the morning

Keith

  • okay but picture tHIS ok he was training
  • and you wanted to be with your lovely boyfi god i hate that word
  • you wanted to take a walk or something but he still wanted to train
  • so you took his little jacket thing and curled up in the corner
  • “i’ll just wait for awhile” yeah right 
  • so when he’s all done, and you’re asleep wearing his jacketand he’s like what a pain but he’s a blushing mess ok
  • so he picks you up - hes strong ok - and then you snuggle yourself into him and he’s like “cute” n he’s really blushing
  • and then you just take a deep breath and mumble out i love you and he just???
  • he stops walking and he’s on fire ok
  • so he just walks you back to your room while blushing and puts you on your bed and then he stands there and he’s all should i??? ehh whatever
  • and so he cuddles with  you
  • and tells you he loves you too

Hunk

  • okay but iMAGINE THIS you guys are just lounging around the room, hunk is trying to figure out this digital thing and you’re just laying down by him, your elbow tucked under your head, facing his thigh. you just wanna get him to finish n then hit the hay
  • and he’s saying things outloud like “oh this is interesting” and “so if we connect this wire,,,” and it’s rlly calming
  • so you start falling asleep
  • and then you snor a little and he turns to look at you n you asleep and he’s like ‘y/n bro don’t leave me’ 
  • and then you snuggle INTO His thigh 
  • okay like your face is kinda pressed against it and then you tell him you love him and he’s like
  • ‘rEALLY’ and he’s so happy because wow!!!
  • if you say it in your dreams, it means you’re thinking of him
  • n your think abt your love for him while you’re dreaming
  • hunk is so happy he can’t focus anymore so he goes to tell lance because pshttt what good are friends if you can’t tell them what your s/o is yet to know jsdhjdkfh

Pidge

  • bye okay she’s working late, and you guys are doing that cuddling thing 
  • where your head is on her back and your arms are around her
  • and you fall asleep while she’s working because hello that girl stays up too late
  • so you fall asleep and then you get your throat caught on a small snore ish- and you snuggle closer into her
  • and then you just kinda mumble i love you katie
  • and wow she dead
  • like she seriously dead okay because wow you sound so cute like that
  • and !!!you used her real name!!!!
  • she is so embarrassed because you are too cute she’s just dslkjkjfljewds
  • She tried to slow her heart beating and continue but i mean
  • it’s you….
  • and you’re cute

Shiro

  • okay this happened to shiro a lot
  • him falling asleep way after you
  • he usually just holds you there and tries to drift off
  • yeah well today he was doing that and absentmindedly rubbing patterns into your back
  • and then you snuggle really close to him and just mumbled in a really sleepy voice that you loved hm
  • but your eyes are closed so he’s like srsly bro is asleep??? agh
  • but he thinks it’s so cute
  • he blushes a lot and just holds you there for a moment before mumbling he loves you too
  • he’s still so embarrassed though
  • like i mean were you awake were you asleep, he doesn’t know
  • so he asks you abt it
  • “i-i’m sorry? i must have been asleep” that makes him rlly happy okay dlkjdfjlfjglk 

Lance

  • okay so it’s been a long day, he’s tired you’re tired
  • everybody is tired
  • so he does his skin care routine, puts on his face mask and gets to bed
  • where your butt is long asleep
  • he huffs a little because well no fair
  • but then he kinda just goes wHATEVER
  • and he slides into bed and you notice the shift right away
  • he just moving to get to your guys most comfortable position
  • and then when you get in it, he smiles because this really is comfortable
  • and then you hug him and start moving around and then he’s just watching you with that smile on his face
  • and then you say it wow
  • lance baby is so bLUSHING HE IS SO RED OKAY
  • LIKE HIS WHOLE FACE EXPLODES INTO RED
  • AND HE’S LIKE YUP ME TOO
  • god he loves you so much???
  • tomorrow he will tease you about it
  • but rn he just holds you closer
The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.