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|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version

“I’m fine–I’ve had worse.”

          Falling off of Sitron when he first
             tried riding him had given him
             much worse.  He didn’t think that
             this was so bad.

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

❂ –– ❝ If she pokes me with the stick one more time– ❞

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

❂ –– “Your naivety is adorable but oh so infuriating most times.”

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know 

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❂ –– It was all somewhat of a blur how Hans and Kristoff ended up where they were, the smaller of the two sitting on the kitchen island counter.  The larger had his hands on his waist, trailing his lips down his neck and working soft moans from the redhead.  Hans’s hands gripped at the blonde’s shoulders, fingers pressing into the fabric in response to the other’s actions.  There was a slight stubble along Kristoff’s jaw, and feeling that brush up against his neck with every kiss and nip could have almost brought a laugh to escape.  

           But he was focusing more on what the other was doing, toes curling in slight frustration when the blonde pulled back to ask him the question.  Hans raised a brow and looked to the other, thinking of where would be best for them to continue.  One hand moved from the Kristoff’s shoulder to cup at his face, thumb running along his jawline before a smirk spread to his lips.

                              ❝ Unless you’ve got what you need on you, I think the shower’s a good place to go. ❞

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❂ –– ❝ Well of course–It’s much more fun to tease you. ❞

        Hans had spent the past five minutes delivering only kisses, nips, and laps of the tongue to Anna’s neck and chest, one hand trailing along her side as the other cupped her breast.  Fingers fingers danced along the skin and squeezed, toyed with her nipples and did everything he could to have her moaning underneath him.  She could see it as him being an asshole, teasing just so she could squirm about.  And honestly, if he had to come up with an excuse why, it was just that.

                It was only harmless, though.  He was just having his fun.

      A smirk spread to Hans’s lips as Anna rolled her eyes at him, the former prince leaning up and catching her lips in a heated kiss.  Anna got to have her fun with him whenever she chose to, whether it be them playing around or in bed as well.  Why couldn’t he do that as well?  In his own way, of course.

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❂ –– ❝ I wonder why. ❞

         He actually was.  Why would they be looking for the both of them?  With Hans, it was to be somewhat expected.  Banished prince, knows things about his kingdom that could be very useful to opposing forces, it was to be expected that he would have people looking for him.  And maybe that was just it, that those people were just looking for him.  Or they had seen Kristoff around him, had seen them talk to each other, and thought that he would know some things as well.

           Whatever it was, Hans wasn’t sure.  But he knew that they should probably go elsewhere and hide for a bit.  Try and get those looking for him off of their trail.

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❂ –– ❝ They’ll find out that you’re harboring a banished prince–
                        –the same prince that tried to kill you whilst under a spell–
                                             –sooner or later.  But such facts will not pass from my lips. ❞