#Suggestive tw

[aventurineswife]

In the quiet, galactic space of the Astral Express’s observation room, you find Dan Heng standing alone, his form ethereal and strong, back turned to you. In his Vidyadhara form, he appears almost otherworldly—a being of dragon heritage with sharp features, midnight-black hair that fades to teal, and curled horns casting shadows on the walls. His clothes, a blend of warrior regalia and quiet elegance, reflect both his heritage and his inner conflict.

You hesitate at the doorway, admiring the serene yet guarded figure before you. He knows you’re there—Dan Heng is never unaware—but he says nothing, his gaze fixed on the stars beyond the glass. In the silence, the space between you feels almost sacred, as if speaking would shatter it.

Taking a deep breath, you step forward, daring to approach him. “Dan Heng?” you say softly.

He glances at you, eyes a striking, vivid green that glow faintly in the dim light. For a moment, his gaze flickers with emotion—something raw, buried deep within. But he holds it back, as he always does, his face returning to the composed expression you know so well. “You should be resting.” he murmurs, though there’s no admonishment in his tone.

You can’t help but give a small smile. “I couldn’t sleep. And… it seemed like you could use the company.”

For a moment, he says nothing, but his silence is answer enough. Slowly, he nods, turning his face back to the galaxy. Encouraged, you come closer, standing beside him as the two of you gaze out into the void. His presence is calming, yet electric; you can feel the restrained power within him, the weight of his lineage and the memories he hides.

“You don’t talk about it much.” you say quietly, unsure if he’ll answer.

He tenses slightly, but doesn’t move away. “There isn’t much to tell.” he replies, though you sense the reluctance in his words.

“Even if it’s just with me?” you ask, heart pounding as you reach out to him, your fingers brushing against his hand.

For a moment, he remains still, as if deciding whether to let you closer. But then, slowly, he turns to face you fully, his hand slipping into yours. His eyes are intense, searching your face for something, perhaps reassurance or understanding. It’s as though he’s teetering on the edge of something—vulnerability, maybe, or trust.

“Being here, with you…” he murmurs, voice low and filled with an emotion he can’t quite conceal, “makes me wonder if there’s a part of myself that I could share, that isn’t… tainted by the past.”

His words stir something deep inside you, a mixture of empathy and a need to bridge the chasm he keeps between himself and everyone else. You reach up, your fingers lightly tracing his cheek, his skin warm beneath your touch. “You’re not defined by what’s happened. You’re allowed to want more. To want someone.”

Dan Heng’s eyes search yours, his breathing shallow as he lets your words sink in. Then, his hand lifts, his fingers ghosting over yours as he draws you closer. His forehead rests against yours, a sigh slipping past his lips, as if he’s finally allowing himself to let down his guard.

The moment stretches, filled with a quiet tension. Then, his lips meet yours, soft at first, cautious. But as you press closer, a new urgency fills the air, the kiss deepening as he lets go of his restraint, just for you. His hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers gentle yet firm, drawing you in as his lips part, inviting you further.

It’s then that you feel it—a faint, unfamiliar sensation against your tongue. You realize it’s his split Vidyadhara tongue, a delicate, serpent-like touch that’s both unfamiliar and thrilling. A shiver races down your spine as he explores, his breaths growing unsteady. The unique feel of his split tongue intertwining with yours is mesmerizing, an intimate act that seems to bare the quiet vulnerability he keeps hidden from everyone.

Dan Heng’s hands settle at your waist, his hold tightening as he pulls you flush against him. Each movement is tender, filled with a longing he rarely lets himself indulge. His lips trace yours, slow and deliberate, as though memorizing the shape, the feel of you. His breath mingles with yours, each exhale carrying the unspoken desire he’s kept buried.

For a moment, he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours once more. His vivid green eyes meet yours, softened by an emotion that words can’t quite capture.

“You make me feel…” he murmurs, voice barely audible. He trails off, as though he can’t bring himself to finish, but his expression says enough. In his gaze, you see it all—years of solitude, of battles fought and regrets carried, all melting into the gentle warmth he shares with you now.

His lips find yours again, this time with a sense of urgency, an unspoken promise. His split tongue brushes against yours once more, sending a thrill through your senses as he pulls you closer, his hands sliding down your back, grounding you against him.

In that moment, the walls he’s built around himself crumble just a little more. Dan Heng, the stoic guardian, allows himself to be vulnerable, to be human, if only with you. And as he holds you, lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, you realize just how deeply he feels for you, even if he may never find the words to say it.

[hmshermitcraft]

Scott has ice magic. Tango has fire magic. They are boyfriends.

It's steamy whenever they decide to have fun in bed. Literally.

They've also had to put protections in place for the poor bed. It isn't built for this kind of action! Scott explained exactly what they needed to the craftsperson whilst Tango hid behind him, burying his face in his hands.

[dantelionwishes]

bro was speaking the gospel and i was their scribe

[adreaminmyheart]

This is admittedly, more fun than he'd had in a long time. Seems the ideas instilled in him by his father were wrong. Everyone was just having fun, feeling the beat, there was this wild, chaotic energy within the feline. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before. It wasn't until he felt that touch on his chest, that a warmth ignited in his heart only accentuated by the rhythm his soul.

It was a strange feeling. Not unpleasant. Just unusual. No one had ever done that before.

When dancing with someone, he was used to things being one on one. Not a crowd of people, unless it was a big choreographed dance number. It was a good thing his fur was so orange, or the redness might have been more noticeable. Danny wasn't much for drinking, other than cast parties, so he was a total lightweight.

"You're really good at this!"

Words spoken, before he breaks out in laughter. There was no way to deny, 2D had beautiful eyes. Or, eye sockets, whatever you would call them.

2D isn't exactly coordinated, but this comes naturally after decades of clubbing away the stress of his job and the pain in his head. If his entire body hurts the morning after, it's harder to think about his head. Better a hangover than a cluster migraine. He interacts with others, sometimes quite boldly, and a laugh breaks from him when a stranger's hands flirt a little bit too closely to his ass. A swat to the bicep and a shouted word makes it clear they know each other. He's not offended or worried.

He has a drink at some point. His eyes are blazing white, a near strobe light in the darkness, and the more he sweats and the more at home he feels, the closer he's drawn to Danny. There's no accounting for those eyes. Questions lobbed his way about them are brushed off with jokes and half-answers. The reality? Hyphemas heal...unless continued trauma prevents them from doing so.

He's got stamina for a guy so scrawny, that's for certain. The MDMA in his system doesn't hurt, either. He gets by with a little help from his chemical "friends" and the equivalent of applied liquid skin and some WD-40.

"Alright then?" He shouts over the music between songs, a hand ghosting near Danny's ribs for just a moment too long to be an accident.

[lokh]

THUMB IN MOUTH.sai

[pinksugarberry]

Heatstroke Mizu 🌊💖

Full below the cut tumblr please don’t kill me

She means everything to me, my pookie

[triona-tribblescore]

Something something they are in love uvu <3

[retrograderesemblance]

"What is it?" the words come out as a rasp when Anne pushes herself up so she's above him; he can see the tears welling in her eyes and for a fraction of a second, he worries that her soft laugh, that her smile, that it's all a ploy; he worries that he's hurt her.

But then she says, "Mrs... I like the sound of that. I'm too happy to have thoughts right now. My mind is clouded with love," and reliefs floods through him; he inhales sharply, trying to prevent himself from shivering where she's tracing shapeless patterns into his chest.

Exhaling shakily, his tired smile matches hers, "I think mine is too," a brief pause, just long enough for their lingering exhaustion to weigh in the space between them, and then whispering, "If we're going to sleep, can we get under the quilts?"

Disappointed to be apart, John makes the slow work of untangling himself from his wife only to find himself met with their forgotten articles of clothing strewn at the bedside. Lifting her crumpled shift from the floor, he wordlessly lays it on the bedding beside her in case she wants to cover herself. Quick work's made of drawing the blankets and quilts back and then he's crawling into the bed, left waiting for Anne to join him.

Anne watches him from beneath heavy lids, a smile on her lips. She never thought she would be here, in a moment like this. She never thought she would be married, and much less in love. She never thought she would be happy, but there's no other word to describe this feeling. A light flush lingers on the apples of her cheeks and she lets out a soft giggle. Anne rolls to her side, leaning on her elbow to look at him, tears welling in her eyes.

"Mrs. Simcoe. I like the sound of that." She reaches forward and lightly grazes her fingers across his chest, tracing circles across his skin. The fatigue of passion still weighs heavily, but she fights the waves of sleepiness, wanting to look at him for as long as she can. She doesn't want to fall asleep, she doesn't want to have to wake up from this dream. When she opens her mouth to speak again, her voice is low, almost a whisper as she offers him a girlish grin. "I'm too happy to have thoughts right now. My mind is clouded with love."

[calisources]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.

I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You're still looking.

You make it hard to look away.

I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.

If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

How long are you going to make me wait?

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.

You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.

You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?

We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?

They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?

You're too soft.

Can we go back to making out now?

You sound jealous.

Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.

If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.

Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?

And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?

You're wet, aren't you?

You drove me mad.

She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.

I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

I'm all yours to look at, you know.

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.

Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.

. . .I hate you.

Say it again.

Grind it. Nice and fine.

I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.

Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?

Is that a challenge, Feyre?

Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?

Move with me now.

Touch me anywhere you please.

I want you to make love to me.

Do you know what that truly means?

You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?

I want you inside me.

You have three minutes to get ready now.

I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.

What was I doing in your dreams?

Someone is watching us through the window.

All the more reason to put on a good show.

You're not in a position to make demands.

The best things are found in the most secret places.

And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.

When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.

You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?

I thought you were all about self-control.

I remember how powerful those thighs are.

You are more beautiful than I imagined.

And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.

I'm naked underneath.

Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Please, don’t stop.

Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?

I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.

I’ve never been with a man before.

You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.

And you, Miss, are no lady.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, in Reader’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night?

Reader, knocking Aventurine off: WHAT THE HELL?!

Aventurine: Ow—

Reader: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor!

Aventurine: I had a nightmare.

Reader: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old?

Aventurine: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there-

Reader, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL!

Aventurine: That is not what I meant—

Reader: Silence in the presence of your ruler, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!

Aventurine: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too.

Reader: Yeah, okay-

Aventurine: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night?

Reader: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while.

Aventurine, gasping: The ruler slept comfortably with a peasant in their bed!

Reader: I did not consent to this-

Aventurine, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden!

Reader, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s five-foot-six, he’s got blonde hair.

Aventurine: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it.

Reader: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me.

Aventurine: Oh, maybe together we could—

Reader: NO.

Aventurine: Just to save water—

Reader: No!

[zu-is-here]

Cross is too shy! (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) Overwrite it? :)

Much better. ♡

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

and his (almost) anonymous infected harem ;D

designs inspired by this

[imaginariumwanderer]

Did someone ordered sus shadowvanilla? Cause, ummm... Here it is.

⚠ WARNING: suggestive as advertised, some licking, cookies being blushy and sweaty.

No blood nor violence here, but PLEASE do not click read more if you're uncomfortable with such themes, thank you.

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[marshmallowpuffcat]

When you're kissblocked by your own eyes 😔

[infizero-draws]

bf and gf operate at a level of horniness the rest of the world simply cannot comprehend

[cryptidcanid19]

see i was gonna draw this with espresso and madeleine with their theoretical cat that i gave them but the shadow of the destroyer update gave me an actual cat that i could use for an arguably funnier version

[cheatsykoopa98]

maybe this is a little bit too far on the nsfw scale? im sorry, if it is I might remake this comic but they're both on their pajamas

TADC DAD AU 81

So this is how it started, with a promise to be together when they leave the circus

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