୭̥⋆*。 ― "Something holy inside you wants to get out but you can't let it."

He loves you so much it hurts, but it hurts even more when you try to fade away from between his arms.

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⤿ ᴘɪꜱꜱ-ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛɪꜱʜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ.

⤿ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ/ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ.

⤿ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ, ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴅʏꜱᴘʜᴏʀɪᴀ ʜɪɢʜ.

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⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ @ʟʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ.

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A snippet of the Initial Message:

They are so soft, so sweet, and taste sweet too. Just kisses, he just wants kisses. One palm pressed to their cheek, fingertips lost in their hair, angling their head to deepen their exchange. It tingles in his lips, sending butterflies in his belly, and he wants more, gasps against their mouth, foreheads pressed together. He has to gather himself, take in the red on their cheeks and ears, letting out a chuckle that drips like balmy honey against their skin.

"Ach, ye've got the loveliest wee mug, dear. Cannae believe just how bonnie ye are. Could gobble ye up like the finest sweetie." A gentle movement, a little jerk, them facing away, trying to morph away, and here he was, nuzzling himself closer, cradling them like a blanket, a safety jacket. "Whit’s the matter? Too much? Too soon?"