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Maybe time running out is a gift Iâll work hard till the end of my shift And give you every second I can find And hope it isnât me whoâs left behind [x] this has been sitting in my sketchbook getting smudgy for a few months I have a lot of softness for them comforting each other post-Weirdmageddon and grappling with trauma, their own mortality, the whole nine yards
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The smoke drifts sensuously around him as his whiskey eyes appraise you.
You shiver as his lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, your jaw.
You gasp.
He grips your hips, pulls you back into his.
He turns you to face him. You watch him appraise you as you appraise him.
He caresses you and kisses you into bliss.
â Make you mine â | kan-z-z-z-aki {pixiv}
You stare into his eyes for a long time, a smile on your lips. Both of you seem content, staring at one another and taking in every detail. With a playful smirk his lips touch your cheek and then your nose, your forehead and your chin. He kisses all over your face repeatedly causing giggles to erupt from between your lips. Finally he places a last kiss on your lips, soft and slow.
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Imagine his nails scratching your back as you make out. Heâs careful- he wonât leave marks and he makes sure it doesnât hurt. The sensation changes as his hands reach your sides and he tickles you.
He canât be serious for too long, it seems... and you love that about him.
Imagine his fingers lightly drawing patterns across your back as you lay against him, your head on his chest as you both drift to sleep...
Soft brown eyes silently appraise you as you both lie in bed on your sides facing one another. You can still taste his lips and feel his touch from just minutes before.
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers, âyouâre bodyâs beautiful.â
Your heart does a pitter-pat in your chest and you hide your face in his chest and thank him quietly. You can almost hear him smile at your reaction- heâd caught you completely off guard.
He gently pulls you closer to him, a quiet sigh exits his lips as he closes his tired eyes.
He was exhausted and yet he still spent this time with you and you felt treasured.
You play his words in your head over and over throughout the next few days and you smile each time.
His calloused hands caress your sides as he gazes down at you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, already anticipating the taste of his lips. Warmth touches your bare skin and urges your body to press against his in surprise.
The smile on his lips being overly pleased with himself at your reaction makes you chuckle quietly. His lips gently press against yours and you donât hesitate to kiss back.
"My love." Stanford breathes between kisses. He praises you in tongues you don't understand and don't even sound familiar. At one point you ask what it means and he smiles a little- more to himself it seems- and replies, "I think I'll keep it to myself." You whine a little, complaining about how unfair it is and he relents. "I'll tell you one... your love takes my breath away." Poetic- just what you'd expect from the old romantic. You can't get the dopey smile off of your lips and he leans down and kisses the smile, taking your breath away.
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âLeaving so soon?â Ford asks, a disappointed pout on his lips as you finish putting on your work clothes. You confirm that yes, youâre leaving for work... much to your disappointment. Honestly you would much rather stay there with him, cuddled close.
âCan I convince you to stay?â
Heâs close, hands wrapped around yours and big brown eyes nearly breaking your will.
You regretfully shake your head and say that you have to get to work.
Thankfully he releases you, but not without a soft peck on the lips and a quiet, âHave a good day at work, darling.â
Falling asleep on Fordâs chest with his arms lightly wrapped around you. He gently moves your hair from your face and presses a soft kiss to your forehead and tells you itâs time for bed to which you whine that youâre fine here. He chuckles in amusement and agrees that- just for tonight- you two can stay like this and sleep.
Yâknow what I think Iâm gonna take requests from now until forever. Itâll give me more inspiration for my self-indulgence.
Okay so @veusin made this a while back and I just canât get the second picture out of my head...
Stanley Pines was never a man to relax or sit still. He was always scheming or thinking- not something youâd expect from the brash and abrasive conman but thatâs just it... heâs still a conman. He had to think several steps ahead of those heâs scamming in order to make whatever heâs doing seem believable. His shoulders were never relaxed and even with that easy smile on his face it was too tight- too closed.
Looking at him now you wouldâve never thought that this was the same man.
As you stroke his cheek he looks down at you with warm brown eyes and lets out a breath that leaves his shoulders slumped. That soft smile- damn that smile for making you so weak.
Stanâs hand comes up to hold yourâs there and he leans into it, eyes closing. It was rare to get him to be this relaxed- he hardly ever closed his eyes unless he was about to take a nap. Youâre in awe of him- his normally stern features softened but losing none of itâs strength.
He pulls your hand gently so that your hand goes behind him and pulls you closer with a quiet whisper in Spanish- or is it Italian heâs using at the moment? He tended to use his multi-lingualness to get to you and you couldnât find it in yourself to mind at all.
His forehead rests on yours and hands settle on your waist. Your arms are wrapped around his neck loosely and you canât help but grin as his forehead gently presses against yours. These soft moments were your favorites- not many words had to be exchanged and not much had to be done... they just needed each other.
And you were fine with that.
You ever get hit with such a rush of affection for Stan that you canât help but smile dumbly? That the thought of him being soft and affectionate and relaxed around you makes you feel like youâve got a grade school crush?
... yeah, me neither.
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How many times could he say that he had moments when the sun kissed his cheeks until they were red? Until he begins to sweat from exertion?
Being out in the sun is like making love- hot and exhilarating (depending on the tasks). He quite enjoys himself working outside.
You have to admit you enjoy him working outside as well.
He often wears a white button up shirt with the sleeves purposefully rolled up to show off his forearms. The top button is usually undone before he even gets to work and it shows off a bit of his collar bone. As he goes on two more will come undone to show off his barrel chest just enough to see the line and get a peek of chest hair.
He will pause every now and again to wipe the swear from his brow to continue to see what he is doing. The swear glistening on his muscles would all but hypnotize you as you watch them move with each task.
And he knows you watch so heâll glance at you with that smirk you both love and find irritating at the same time.
While you arenât one to cuddle up to a sweaty person seeing the sheer strength in each movement leads you to want to feel his arms wrap around your waist as his lips press against your forehead- sweat be damned.
As he finishes his task you walk out with a glass of ice water for him and canât help the smile on your lips when he perks up seeing you.
âThanks, hun,â he says with a kiss to your forehead.
âI think you earned it,â you say as you hand him the glass.
âEnjoy the show?â He asks with a mischievous smirk.
As he drinks his water you feel a little heat on your cheeks and you do that thing you always do when he catches you in a bluff and mutter, âWhatever.â
He laughs and shakes his head at you. âYouâre adorable, yâknow that?â
You open your mouth to argue, but you squeak as he pulls you into a hug.
He chuckles quietly at your inability to argue.
Itâs your turn to shake your head. You rest your forehead on his chest in defeat, but you canât stop smiling all the same.
âDo you mind if I do an experiment?â Stanford asks.
You note that he does experiments without your permission anyway and that causes his face to flush at some sort of implication you havenât picked up on yet.
âNo, I mean⌠an experiment on you,â he grumbles.
âIs it bad?â
âNo, and itâll be brief,â he assures.
You give him permission and he has you close your eyes. Heâs much closer by this point as you can feel his body heat. For a moment you feel his breath on your lips and excitement and apprehension fill you simultaneously.
After a moment of hesitation he kisses your cheek, stubble ticking your face and then he quickly backs away. When you open your eyes and find him a few feet away with a bashful flush to his face.
âThank you,â he mutters and scurries away before you can get a word in.
Absentmindedly your hand comes up to touch where his lips did and smile to yourself.
