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[shinobinvku]

@woodblxssomcrowned sent: Heated Hot Springs (Kaname & Shinya)

It's a peaceful night with cicadas chirping and a gentle breeze sweeping through the trees, offering relief in the sweltering summer heat. Fireflies dance above the tall reeds surrounding the hot spring. Their light is magical and fleeting, like the stars in the sky when night turns into day.

While bathing in the hot spring, Shinya gazes up at the night sky with Kaname resting on his arm, the smoke from his kiseru dancing from his lips. After sharing two blissful nights at an onsen, miles away from the Hidden Leaf, he cannot help but dread tomorrow when they have to leave. Knowing that they have to return to their roles, knowing a potential suitor awaits her.

"Let's make the most of tonight, hm?" Shinya says, removing his kiseru to plant a soft kiss against Kaname's cheek. "I want to commit every part of you into memory before the night is over."

If he had it his way, they would never leave this onsen.

[sylviareviar]

🤏 DO LANCE -- THESE ARE HILARIOUS

"One second, I need to prepare for this one."

She jogged into her room, closing the door. Several minutes later, she walked out, clad in a pastel pink crop top shirt with a low cut and rhinestones, and a pair of hot pink booty shorts with glittering hearts on the rear. The confidence with which she strutted far outdid any of her other previous impressions.

She struck a pose, showing off the hearts on her shorts, and slid down, running her hands down her legs and spreading them before standing back up, acting as sexy as she possibly could before turning around and pretending she hadn't done or seen anything.

"Mmmpf, hola rosalita. Lo siento, I didn't see you there~~"

[crownshattered]

|| me: *quoting that one song from the extra Lion King movie* QUICK BEFORE THE HYENAS COME~

My sister: Before the hyenas what?

Me: come….?

Me: fuck you.

[intxication]

[ofluminance-a]

Cute. Hanma watches Takemichi's ears flicks backwards and rat him out. But his vague intrigue sharpens at the sudden and unusual expression that appears on Takemichi's face. That was new. Gold eyes brighten with surprise and then his darkens with interest as he lets Takemichi reach up and unbutton his shirt, seeing how far this brave act might go.

This was all such a bold and new change that it instantly perked his interest into a sharp level of intensity. He wasn't even stuttering - it was like a whole new person. He grins at the comment and hums approvingly beneath the chaste kiss to his throat. But as if someone like Hanma would simply observe.

Hanma cranes his his head down and then tugs on blonde hair (careful to avoid his ears) enough to pull him back so he can crash his lips against Takemichi's in a bold kiss, skilled and demanding all in once. " Sure, kitten ~ " Hanma murmurs against his lips, playfully licking Takemichi's bottom lip. " We can find out all sorts of noises you can make. How's that sound?" He grins, pressing forwards again for another demanding kiss.

takemichi often forgets how tall hanma is, when he's not slouched. reaching the buttons wasn't that hard, but continuing to stand at that height and reach his neck? takemichi's poor tip toes were going tp be aching later, surely. thankfully, hanma assisted him with their little height problem, closing what space remained between them, if any at all.

long fingers slip into blonde waves and takemichi feels the breath hitch in his chest. the tug is what gets his attention, making his ears flatten once again when hanma pulls takemichi back, to kiss him. the kiss is.. well, takemichi hadn't kissed anyone before, so he had nothing to really judge it against. but, all he did know, was that he liked it. in return, takemichi was in too much shock to do much of anything. that, and -- he wasn't quite sure how too. still, he'd attempted, and that had to count for something, right?

when hanma's lips left his own, takemichi's bottom lip trembled against hanma's tongue, blue eyes lifting to search hanma's. slowly, takemichi's ears lift back up, twitching at the new .. pet name he'd been given. " k- kitten ? " swallowing thickly, takemichi can't stop the red radiating into his features. " i -- " he can feel his adam's apple bobbing. a shy smile. " haven't been called that since i was a kid.. " with his thumb, takemichi brushes it along hanma's strong and chiseled jawline. then, he gives a nod of approval. " but -- coming from you? i.. like it. " takemichi liked a lot of things about hanma.

licking his lips as his ear flicks in anticipation at the unhinged smile. yet, just when takemichi is going to answer hanma's question, the reaper surges forwards and takemichi gives him the answer he more than likely had been looking for with a gasp of air followed by a pleased squeak of surprise. " !!! " on this second kiss, takemichi tries to match hanma's movements, though it's all sloppy and a bit experimental on his side-- but, when he can slip his tongue into hanma's mouth, takemichi finally figures out he can purr. & that stirs a whole other side of him.

pushing against hanma's chest, takemichi backs him against the nearest wall and breaks the deep kiss to breathe. eyes half-lidded, the hand beneath hanma's chin has settled with his other behind his neck. there, takemichi continues his previous string of kisses against hanma's collarbone and then down his throat with another purr of excitement. " i've -- never done this. any .. of it. " the blonde whispers between kisses. " but you.. " takemichi pulls back with a soft smile, and a little laugh. " brought it all out of me. you're.. so special to me, s-shuji. " takemichi wanted to say it once aloud, as if tasting something for the first time to see if he liked it ort not. he'd liked everything else hanma had given him, and the smirk on his lips, spoke for him. takemichi playfully nipped at hanma's ear, and then grinned into the next rough kiss he gave hanma shuji.

[crownshattered]

|| I love it here, we all have a bunch of laughs.

[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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the next morning, erik tiredly takes the twins down to the kitchen, providing them a breakfast of orange juice, apple slices, and toast with butter. he drinks three cups of black coffee and eats a single apple slice. without him there, and with charles in a state, hank has forgone actual coffee for instant like a savage. it might as well be mud as far as erik is concerned.

"i hate toast," pietro tells him and briefly erik wonders how anyone could hate toasted bread.

erik sighs beleagueredly, "when i was young, i'd be grateful for any meal- wanda, do not turn your brother's toast into something else."

"yeah, i don't if i can do that again," she admits sheepishly, pulling the hand that was about to tap her brother's toast away, "i kinda don't know how i did it to the cookies."

"you're young. i didn't know how to master my own mutation till i was older and even then, sometimes i still needed help," erik assures her. wanda happily munches on her apples after that. pietro rolls his eyes.

he cleans up everything, wondering just how to start this day. it wasn't as if his children were full grown adults who he could toss into the danger room. he did not know where to begin training seven year olds. most mutants didn't even manifest until puberty... but his kids were early bloomers.

as he picks up breakfast, he hears footsteps coming around the corner. at first, he assumes it's hank. perhaps the other actually decided to emerge out of his lab at a reasonable hour. but hank walks with a heavy footstep from his mutation. these steps are light, stilted.

"oh!" he hears charles say, "well, uh, hello you two."

"you're the guy who punched dad!" laughs pietro, "you got 'im good!"

erik turns, "pietro-"

charles kneels down to speak with the children at eye level in their chairs, "he told me you have mutations of your own. what can you both do?"

"i run fast!" pietro exclaims before dashing out of his chair, leaving charles' hair whipping against his face. after a mere moment, he comes back with an empty glass which he offers to erik, "here, dad, you can wash this too."

"very impressive," charles tells him and pietro beams.

erik takes the glass as charles stares at it briefly before turning his attention back to the children. most likely it had come from his room. he turns and smiles at wanda.

"and you, little one?" he asks her.

"my powers are kinda funny," she admits, "i usually just use them to hold pietro in place or make things float when i get upset. but i turned snicker-whatevers into chocolate chip cookies yesterday."

finally, charles looks at erik, clear realization of just why erik has come to him finally dawning on him. pietro would grow to be an ordinary mutant, one who would need training and would excell, but not right away. wanda was like nothing they had ever seen before. charles turns back to her, nodding, and squeezing her little hands.

"that's very special. you both are," he tells her and then turns to pietro before moving back to look at both of them, "how about you two go and play in the yard? i have a tire swing out there you might like."

they both cheer and wanda looks at erik, "can we, papa?"

"go ahead. just don't go past the tree," he says. they promise, not that he trusts pietro to abide by that promise. but they both take each other's hands and dash off at wanda's speed.

charles stands, moving to make his own coffee, "they're lovely children… you never told me."

"i didn't know," erik replies, "magda didn't want my life for them."

"doesn't surprise me. vengenance, death of humanity and all that," charles murmurs as he pulls out a mug.

erik notices that he did shower at some point between their arguement and now. his hair lacks the grease and the smell has disappated in favor of the soap charles prefers. even years later, he could smell that soap and know charles was near.

"i don't understand her power," erik cuts to the chase, "i assumed she was telekinetic. and then one day she changed the color of her shirt by wishing it. and now the cookies."

"…you're scared of her," charles says, looking at him again. erik wants to die beneath that gaze.

"i'm scared of what others might do to her."

charles digs out one of the chocolate chip cookies from the pantry, erik resisting his desire to glibly remind charles that those are not a breakfast food. he sniffs it, stares at it before taking a bite and nodding in odd approval. at least his daughter didn't turn them into cookies that tasted bad.

"i suppose we shouldn't be surprised considering just how powerful her father is," charles says absently.

"perhaps only surpassed by a child of yours," hums erik, tiredly. imagning a child with equal or greater telepathic ability to charles is rather insane. he is perhaps the strongest telepath they know, even more powerful than emma.

charles laughs dismissevly, "that will never happen. i was careful before and i don't want one. i never did."

"you opened a school."

"yes. for school aged children with mutations like your children," he reminds erik, tone clipped as he stares at the coffee carafe filling up, "not babies. i shouldn't- it's one thing to teach children, it's another to raise them."

erik goes quiet. that he at least agrees with. at least he had a good example, but he knows a little about charles and raven's upbringing. mostly, frustratingly, from raven. charles knew everything about erik, yet charles hid his life, his pain from him constantly. even raven didn't speak much on their life outside of their inattentive mother who charles loved deeply anyway.

"hank invited me to stay the night after wanda changed the cookies," erik explains, quietly, too awkward. it's so strange to lack the helmet, but have charles in his arm's reach, yet not feel the other sharing his mind, knowing his thoughts. he would never let anyone else do that, "but we can leave."

charles shakes his head, "no. clearly we at least need to figure out what wanda's mutation is. do your- does raven know about them?"

"no," erik explains, "i haven't told any of them. to be honest, i've gone totally radio silent on them. i need to rectify that. give them some lie to keep them passive."

"you're the one who divided us," charles huffs, "it's not like they can tell you no. are you telling me you don't trust angel and raven with your kids?"

"i do," erik assures, "but we have other things on our plate. riptide is… missing. i had him investigating some possible mutants in vietnam and he's disappeared."

"disappeared?" reiterates charles, "should i be concerned? sean and alex were deployed early into this mess."

erik feels his heart speed up, "deployed?"

"sean got drafted," charles explains, "alex decided to enlist so he wouldn't have to go alone."

"and you let them just go? with the military?" erik snaps, "well, of course you did. you would. you and your peace."

"don't turn this into something it isn't," huffs charles, "i hadn't been taking the serum them. i asked sean if he wanted me to try and get him rejected. he told me no. they wouldn't be in any danger if you hadn't turned a million missiles on the government in cuba!"

"what you have always failed to see charles is that we were always in danger!"

charles turns on him rapidly, "not every human is the kind that hurt you."

"it is only a matter of time before they become them," erik snaps, leaving the dried dishes in a rack so he isn't tempted to throw them.

he can feel every knife in the shelf. their fields pull at him. the fridge feels like an atomic bomb, each little component awaiting his command. feeling the push and pull of the fields is his life, its his very nature. just as minds were charles'. but he's shut them out. where normally his feelings would be blaring loudly in charles' mind, he imagines himself as a giant black void to the former telepath.

how can it not be like losing a limb? then, of course, charles lost his legs. erik has lost so many things in his lifetime. his home, his safety, his parents, his autonomy… even charles himself. but he has never lost part of himself. even if they put him in a plastic cube, he could feel the push of magnets where the could not reach them.

"if that's true, then it is because you believe it so," charles replies, taking the carafe and pouring it into a mug.

instead of going for sugar or cream, charles grabs whiskey, angrily dumping it into the bitter drink. erik snatches it fromt he counter.

"i think you have had enough," erik tells him before dumping the entire mug down the drain.

"erik! goddamn you!" charles growls, shoving him almost childishly. his punch had been lucky and he never really had the stomach for true violence.

he takes charles' wrists, holding them tightly as he glares, "i said i think you've had enough."

"you do not get to waltz in here and pretend like we're still friends," charles writhes his wrists angrily, "you stopped being the erik i knew the minute you killed shaw!"

"shaw had to die!" erik replies, baring his teeth. sean had once teased him for his smile being shark-like, but he certainly feels it now. he feels like an angry animal with prey between its jaws, "you will never understand! do you think an absent mother compares at all to things he did to me?!"

charles attempts to kick him in the knee, but erik is stronger and while he doesn't let go, he does fall forward, pressing himself against charles and the counter. as he goes to start shouting again, he notices charles is shaking. he does not look like a frightened doe as one might expect from a doe-eyed man.

instead, he is defiant. there is fear in his eyes, something old, something that has nothing to do with erik. but in the face of erik's anger, charles does not waiver. his body betrays him, but he holds a brave face, a stalwart indignation like an immovable ship, anchored to a seafloor.

the first time erik had kissed charles, they had been sharing a bed as they went to meet sean. all of the two-bed rooms had been booked which left them with either one of them on the floor or both in the bed. originally, erik had planned to take the floor, but charles had pulled him up into the bed.

"you don't think about me the way most people do," charles whispered, the only light coming the street lamps flickering outside, "i don't mean to pry. i can't help it sometimes."

"what do you mean?"

charles smiled softly, rolling his eyes, "you'd think it very silly i imagine. but you always think my eyes are a different shade of blue. it's like you can't decide how to describe them. but you notice them when you think i'm being particularly clever."

erik had blushed, his very obvious feelings being laid bare by the telepath in bed with him. he had admired charles from the minute they had met. how could he not admire the first man to tell him he wasn't alone? the man who had saved his life?

"it helps that you are usually particularly clever when you're not being particularly foolish," erik managed to reply.

this time charles blushed, looking away. his teeth pierced those already pretty red lips slightly. oh. that bastard. he knew what he was doing.

"are you going to do anything about it if i am?" charles asked, apparently not realizing he was reading erik's thoughts. or, if he did, he clearly did not care.

they were so young then. their powers still felt so fresh and untrained, even when they had more control than most. a few items shuddered at that moment when erik did.

ignoring them, he ran a hand up charles' neck to cup his cheek, "i think i'm going to kiss you."

"oh, i very much hope you do."

kissing charles xavier had been so soft. both of them had considered sex that night, but had instead enjoyed the gift of exploring the other's mouth. later, erik would realize charles had been hoping for this because he tasted particularly like gum. he had pressed kisses along soft lips, nipped until charles' lips were swollen, they had gone for each other until both were breathless.

charles had let out soft little gasps and moans. erik had worshipped his lips, his cheeks, his neck. they were like two demigods, entangled, high priests of the other's temple. erik had wanted to devour charles whole. he'd been smooth, kind, gentle, but mischevious. that moment was a fairytale.

this is not like that.

this was a nightmare. from the minute erik's teeth had clicked against charles' own, he knew that it was. there was none of their old kindness to be had. erik hated charles' scratchy beard. he hated that charles clearly no longer knew what he wanted, instead fighting for dominance of the kiss. erik had at first pulled away only for charles to pull him back, bruise his lips, bite his tongue.

erik presses charles back harder, taking back his tongue and shoving it down charles' throat. he wants to choke him with it, he wants to make sure he can't breathe. their teeth click again when charles mirrors the tilt of his head as they both try to deepen the kiss.

did charles want to suffocate as much as erik hopes to do so?

erik pulls back when charles' breath doesn't stop despite that, tugs fiercely on his lip with his teeth. those paled lips look almost back to their former glory, but he even such ferocity has not revived their blushed hues.

"i hate you," charles whispers, voice cracking, bitter, "i hate you."

"the feeling, old friend," erik snaps mockingly, "is mututal."

they dive back in anyway, charles finally breaking a hand free to claw down erik's back. nail marks redden beneath erik's shirt. the action also earns him a hardening in erik's pants, making him smirk against the larger man's lips. instead of giving him what he's asking for, erik wraps a hand around charles' throat.

"if i did not need you," he snarls before trailing off, "do you know how easy it would be?"

it would not be easy. erik isn't even pressing down against charles' neck. all he is doing is holding it, the grip barely there. but- but it changes something in charles' expression. the fear that had disappeated returns. suddenly nails claw at his hand.

"let go, erik, let go."

"i thought you hated me. didn't you expect this?" asks erik, voice mournful as it settles in once again that charles simply does not know what he thinking. how he could never hurt charles like that again.

"please," charles suddenly begs, voice desperate, "please, erik, let me go."

erik backs away like he's been burned, charles turning quickly on his heels as he gasps for air as if erik had been truly choking him. he's running as best that his legs, still stilted, still obviously not walking the way humans with functional spines walk, can take him. without meaning to, he shoves past hank who has finally emerged for breakfast.

hank looks at erik, "what the fuck did you do?"

[odessafamex]

Odessa's mind was going crazy for him. As he gave her lip a tug, her hands moved from his biceps down to his butt and gave it a squeeze. She went to move her hips against him, but he was holding them down. She wanted to feel him already. She felt her body heat up as he slid his hands under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra due to her lazy day at home. She got a flashback of their night in Vegas and reality smacked her in the face. "Drew," she whispered, not wanting to stop fully. She didn't want to do anything till she knew if she was carrying his child or not. She wanted a pregnancy test, but not enough time has passed. "Babe, Drew, I need you to stop," she whispered a little louder. She moved her hand to his chest to apply a little pressure to indicate she needed him to pause what he's doing. "we need to stop."

Drew gave Odessa's bottom lip a light tug as they met before his lips moved with hers, hands moving to hold her hips. He loved the way her hands felt against his body, he was heating up, he was completely consumed with love and desire for her. "You're fucking hot, Des." He slid his hands up her shirt, "God, I love you." He muttered between kisses along her jaw down to her neck. "I missed you so much.." He kissed back to her lips. "

[dick-meister]

It was time for him to make a bold move, her words struck his heart and made his features soften. Those hands on her cheeks stayed there as she spoke, the little nip to his thumb made him smile lightly but soon that smile would drop once again as he listened to her.

She had every reason to believe he hated her and deep down, there was still resentment and distrust for her. But there was still that part in him that cared for her so much more than she knew, a part of him that was terrified to show that. Lilith was all about control, he knew that, he felt it time and time again, if he told her how he felt, that would be giving her control and… That terrified him. His heart was broken by her once before and even now, as she was trying her best to mend this bridge between them, it was hard to believe all that she was telling was the truth.

His hands move to her sides and with a sudden movement, he changed their positions. Having her below him, Adam hovered over her now, gone was his silly expression or even the submissive air he gave from her teasing. Their hips were close together, pressing against one another and he let out a hitched breath.

“Lilith….” He looked into her eyes. What should he say? What did she want him to do? “…I have, for so long, wanted nothing more than to be close to you like this. Fuck, ever since we started seeing each other again, without fighting every other minute, I’ve felt this pull to want this… It’s hard to talk about because I’m scared of you. But… I still care deeply about you. If I didn’t… I would have fucked you already.”

It was the truth, if he didn’t have respect for her or Lucifer he would have been able to just shut off his feelings about it all and just let the both of them go wild. But it’s not how he wanted to go about it. Using each other’s body’s like animals. They weren’t in Eden anymore, this was different… so much different.

“We wanted to start over, right? So… being with you like this… it is something I want. But is it worth being drunk to do it? Or to cry over? Fuck no. We’ve… Got a chance to do things different…” He leans down, kissing her on the lips before pressing his forehead against her own.

“Fuck I don’t wanna screw this up a second time…”

He was confused. The alcohol made his critical thinking hard, were they still having fun? Why did she seem so… Hesitant? Or maybe… Hmm… What was going on with her? Did she not like him slapping her? Wasn’t that something she liked?

Slowly, his eyes open and he watches her take another shot. There was something weird going on and when she leaned back down to speak to him, there was something in what she said that concerned him but he couldn’t understand. However, without the additional consumption of alcohol, he was slowly, very slowly starting to sober up.

“Wait…” He spoke in a hushed whisper. His hands moved from her body and to her cheeks, laying calloused hands against her smooth skin and he looked in those eyes of hers with rare innocence long since thought dead.

“Somethings… Wrong. But I’m not smart enough to get it…” He frowned slightly, his head tilted to the side, wanting to know what was going on in that head of hers. Adam brushes a thumb along Lilith’s lower lip. “Talk to me. We never talk anymore…”

[chazzltup]

"You have 5 seconds to bolt."

[diverse-hearts]

It wasn't as though he wasn't used to these sudden cries for attention, but something about this time just felt different, placing him slightly on guard as he accepted the claiming kisses, slightly surprised by how breathless he was by the time that Childe had pulled away and started marking at his neck, Diluc sighing slightly, wrapping his fingers within Childe's hair and tugging him slightly away, "Seriously?", he frowned slightly, watching him for a few seconds longer, before grabbing hold of his wrist, dragging him towards the door that lead down to the cellar of the tavern. If he was angry or not, was a little difficult to tell, but his grip was rather painfully tight, and as they made it down to the cooler floor, he'd soon pinned Childe against the wall, biting hard into his neck in return for his own marks, as he shrugged free from his overgrown jacket. Fine. If Childe wanted attention, he'd earned it. Now let's see if he could keep up with him - or if he'd end up burned to cinders before the night was out.

@diverse-hearts inquired: a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . - Diluc / Childe

⁕| Kiss & Tell |⁕

Was this just how their relationship was going to be? Was this even a relationship at all?? In the beginning, it was fine to keep things casual and fun. Enemies with benefits, so to speak, and Tartaglia adored that push and pull. But feelings were becoming real. It wasn't just about a frustrating attraction anymore. Tartaglia genuinely wanted him...and he wanted him to know that.

And so, he made sure to convey that in his kiss. The way he grabbed the other's collar, yanking him closer as his lips came crashing onto his, held more than enough heat to convey his feelings. To Tartaglia, this wasn't just a game anymore. Diluc was far more than that to him. Tartaglia wanted him for himself, not just for the banter they had.

He moved lower, placing a few kisses mixed with bites on Diluc's neck. Would he be angry that the Harbinger was leaving such marks? Tartaglia didn't care. He deserved to be a bit selfish over this. He wanted people to see the marks and know Diluc was taken. He wanted Diluc to know Tartaglia was serious.

[randall-lloyd]

bad news guys. this is the best thing I've ever drawn.

[lonelydemon-rp]

Headcannon

Ruby finds her scars ugly so if she is bare and in the act of intimacy with someone and they start kissing her white marks and telling her how beautiful she is even with those scars it would cause her heart to melt. If her partner is telling her that her scars are beautiful even if she views them as deplorable it would make her see the scars that she has in a whole new light.

[dick-meister]

@indulgentnine @alteregozowie

“You heard me, Al already got his rectum rammed by my pelvis poker. Ain’t no reason you can’t either. Ain’t nothing like kissing over my cock and making up.”

[chazzltup]

Did someone say pillow pri-

[shinobinvku]

@ethervelvet sent: 8. What attire do they feel most attractive in? - for Chitose

Chitose has a habit of wearing an article of clothing belonging to her lover, such as a shirt or tunic, in addition to her usual attire and preferences. She finds the scent of her partner comforting and attractive, and wearing their clothing gives her a sense of intimacy.