#*exhales loudly*

[ekleipsi]

Tongue (Bibi&&Vydel)

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

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--- Ever since Bienna and he had started to take their relationship to the next level, Vydel had found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off of her. In so many ways, from things as simple as touching and brushing knuckles...to the much more risque gropes every now and again. She was intoxicating, the smell of her and most especially when she was awash with his scent; Bibi was kind and understanding and stubborn and beyond that, he adored Gemma as well.

--- She was a good mom to her pup, and Vydel had all but adopted the little girl as something as a protege, teaching her about all the things he did in his forest home. Tanning, leatherworking, blacksmithing, anything that had to do with working with his hands, he loved and made attempts to show Gemma...not that it always worked, but she was usually excited, all the same. Tonight was different only in that Gemma was staying with a friend overnight for a playdate, leaving Vydel and Bienna in the warm comfort of his home.

--- Fireplace crackles, heat from it envelopes the house comfortably as he and the petite femme are curled up on the couch. Television is playing a movie he hadn't paid an ounce of attention to, nose buried gently against the side of Bienna's head as he nuzzled at her temple, though she giggles at the faint tickles along hairline, squeezing Vydel's hand in the process. The wolf is quick to lace their fingers, bringing hers to his mouth and kissing across them until he can almost hear the way her heart accelerates.

--- Cheeks were already beginning to flush by the time she turns her face to him, gaze full of thought and gentle hunger before she leans in for a kiss. He's quick to meet her halfway, the press of lips slow and lingering, like a deep seated burn that only causes his skin to ignite and fire to crackle over synapses while she leans further into him. Arms circle thin frame, easily and smoothly pulling her into his lap with a low grunt and a huff before her arms are lifting to curl around his neck.

--- ' Yer' kissin' me like you've been wanting to for a while... ' she whispers the words against his mouth, warm breath tickling skin until a fang catches at her lower tier and he gives a small nod. A man of few words, he only grunts his acknowledgement before capturing her mouth again, fingers pressing into the small of her back while the other lifts to cradle the back of her head. Kisses are sweet at first, chaste and brief, promising tenderness until Bibi herself sinks teeth into his lip and a surprised widening of his eyes follows the gesture.

--- It only spurs the animal in him a bit further, his own mouth growing more insistent and hungry in its devouring of her. Chaste kisses turn into lingering ones, open mouthed and filled with fire, as tongues tangle in messy rhythm, flicking and dancing against once another before a low growl rumbles in his chest, claws digging gently against her skin as desire builds. ' Bienna... ' a deep mutter of her name, separating only for air, both of them with flushed features before her digits and pressing into his chest.

[a-very-fictional-girl]

think i need a break from fanfic to touch some fucking grass because i just caught myself giggling, loud high pitched girl kinda giggle, at some romantic dialogue a

my standard laughter is *exhales harder*

my friends even tried that old tiktok trend a few years ago to find your "true laughter" and mine was just *heavy breathing*

[endeavvor]

It is not the explorative hands of their youth that find their way beneath the light fabric of his shirt. Pulling it free from where it is tucked into his belted waistband to slip beneath and leave in its wake heated flesh.

It is weaponized, deft presses of hands desperate to claim. How easily they could destroy him. How easily they could end him here and now.

Spock knows every scar that maps his pain. Has seen them, traced them. The worse being a deep gash across his torso that starts just beneath his left collar bone and sweeps across and stops just beneath his ribs on the opposite side. It is an ugly thing. A self-conscious thing that stills him as he feels the tips of the Vulcan's fingers against it now. But he finds no judgement, only greed.

His challenge is met with equal fervor. His mouth hidden beneath Spock's own and his lips part to it. Kirk's groan is devoured beneath it and the subtle tease of his tongue. He aches with anticipation for the press of their skin to come together, chases the heated tasted of him. Chases it as if afraid it will be fleeting. As if it will be insubstantial. As if it will abandoned him too.

Too long Kirk has held the other at arms length for his own fear of losing him. Afraid that his touch would be acid, tainting and burning. Destroying the very thing he coveted most in this universe. Too long has he denied his feelings, but there is no denying them now as he is clings to Spock desperately, a single thought threatening to drown him.

Please don't leave me too.

Breaking the kiss, coming up for air, he breathes deeply the intoxicating scent of the desert that always radiates from the Vulcan's skin. He buckles beneath it as his lips find the perfect point of one ear. He nips, tracing away the hurt with his mouth, and as he speaks his command, his teeth continue to graze the soft shell of it. "Take off your clothes, Spock. Let me see you."

@fasciinating

THERE’S NO REFUSAL, NO PROTEST BUT a matching hunger, and Spock’s fingers are bolder for it, playing at latches, curling under fabric and pulling at the slip of warm skin he finds there, as much tenderness as it is greed.

Gone is the careful exploration of their youth, when their hands were only teasing, curious, and eager if only for its newness. Then, they possessed every moment the desert allowed them, nestled together on cliff sides facing endless sands—

—now, their enemy has become the minutes they have found themselves in this room with. Kirk seems to acknowledge the danger in it, shifting beneath him to grip and throw his blade like an obstacle for passerby and time.

Spock pays it no mind; he cannot.

He could not possibly—

Not when his attention is here, fixated on the rise and fall of Kirk’s hips, watching Kirk’s mouth open, the tuck of a grin at his cheek. It is a curve of challenge Spock recognizes, recalling its meaning during battle and every lesson accompanying Kirk’s tenacity to coax Spock out of logic, inspire him beyond control.

He rocks down in an effort to silence it, his eyelids fluttering as he leans forward to steal the smile off Kirk’s face. The kiss that follows is deep, and although Spock is well aware that it is a molecular impossibility, every atom in his body oscillates and spins and hums in chorus.

@endeavvor

[mvmnbnv]

This mf really told ambessa

A. You say a whole lot of nothing

B. Yo breath smells like ass

C. Stfu

My champion istg

[goosesartblog]

truly the colour combo ever

[doubledyke]

🎶 my girl eddy used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep 🎶

[calamitoustide]

just remembered what the next chapter of the band au is... fuck my life

[abbey-abdominal]

Things I think chaggie would do if they were New Yorkers:

— Charlie really enjoys subway performances and only carries around cash to give tips. Vaggie didn’t really care for them until she saw how happy it made Charlie. She also has cash now and started to genuinely enjoy it.

— Vaggie explains to Charlie that not every corner store is a bodega, but every bodega is a corner store. Charlie pretends that she doesn’t understand because she likes how passionately Vaggie will re-explain. They do this a couple times every year.

— Keekee was a street cat that Charlie planned to only foster, but could not bring herself to get Keekee adopted. She doesn’t foster cats very often anymore. Vaggie fosters injured pigeons sometimes, or she brings them to the Wild Bird Fund (they know her there).

— Everyone thinks Charlie is a transplant because of how fascinated she is with everything. Everyone thinks Vaggie is a NYC native because of how exasperated she is with everything. Charlie was born and raised in Lower Manhattan and Vaggie was born and raised in California. They never correct anyone’s assumptions.

[shalpilot]

tanking and healing in bardam's makes me feel like i could be shattered into ten billion pieces by a slight breeze why are the first few pulls THAT beefy. i grinded it for a glam piece i ended up not using and it literally never got easier so i know i am not the problem here 🫵

[defeateddetectives]

[flinging myself into the sun] i'm fine :)

[ihavestrongopinionsaboutbatman]

Imagine being whacked by a flamingo.

[darkpoisonouslove]

17, 008

Please let this be the longest one, not simply the longest one yet.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

if you find this nerd please return him to me

[goosesartblog]

i was hit with a sudden rush of inspiration and ended up finishing this after all

also i technically cheated and brought it into an external editor for the sake of effects so. here's the raw jspaint version

[v1-kisser]

I hope my blog is a nice fun place to scroll through

[exghul]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

orestes. you are orestes from the oresteia by aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. you try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. you have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.

tagged by @jokethur, @banschivs, @hexsreality ♥ tagging @pr1deful @nightvow @wayneloved @roysenal @lgbtcorp