#licky licky

[fever4theflavor69]

Want a lick? Psyche!!! 😂

[screwusernames27]

Speaking in tongues 👅

[sole-ful-scorpio]

Love that smile 💙

[athenepromachos]

Sweaty, grunty and furry......

With a side order of biceps and curls...

🥵

[missnorn]

Hey wanted to make some gifs to the licks freddy gives in freddy vs jason

[tantalizingtopi]

Amusing

Dark Urge x Gortash, first meeting

Word count: 794

Warning: blood, blades

Disclaimer: these characters are not my own, they belong to Larian Studios and Baldur’s Gate 3.

Feedback is always appreciated!

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I hold my blade to his throat, pressing it into his flesh and earning a delicious bead of blood. The scent of his scarlet is heady, and I momentarily lose focus, having to shake my head to clear my senses. “You’ll tell me what I wish to know, and I will consider letting you walk away.”

He presents his hands to me, seemingly unperturbed by the knife. “If you are who I believe you to be, I’ll tell you everything.”

I’ve only been in the city for about a year, rekindling my father’s following within the city walls as Sarevok continues to flounder. Father had told me I could rid myself of him whenever I no longer had a need. I almost dispatched him within the first tendays, but as I quickly gathered followers for father, I grew tired of baptizing the unholy assassins in blood and gave the task to the old man. It kept him out of my way, made him feel useful. Word must spread more quickly in Baldur’s underbelly than even I anticipated, since this smuggler was asking about me. Not the cult, but me. “Have your inquiries dug up so little that you don’t have a description of who you seek, or are you so simpleminded that you just don’t recognize me?”

The pile of rags down the alleyway begins to stir, the creature underneath attempting to slink away. Stupid. Always so stupid. The smuggler notices them too, his eyes moving away from me momentarily to track the movement. Disrespectful. I grimace, a flicker of guilt, before pulling another blade from my person with my free hand and with a turn of my wrist send it into the creature, the noise it makes confirms its a killing blow before it crumples to the floor.

The admiration is evident on the arms dealer’s face, as his lips part in a smile. “You are formidable, even more impressive in person than the whispers about you led me to believe.”

“Empty praise and idle chatter is a waste of my time.” I turn the blade, pressing its wide side hard into his throat, two thin lines joining the first.

“Fair enough. I merely wished to meet you and discuss, perhaps without a blade at my neck, a mutually beneficial partnership,” his voice is still calm, his expression nothing but confident and friendly. What a smug bastard. Still, my interest is piqued.

I remove the blade, but don’t step away from him just yet, an errant desire to lick the blood from his neck. It swells within me, strange and unnatural, and I find myself leaning closer to do so. I pivot my urge and run my thumb against his skin, swiping at all three lines, collecting and smearing the deep red beads and lick him off of me, savoring his taste, the sweet metallic mixed with the saltiness of his skin. Here his eyes flash in surprise as he watches me. He’s disgusting, I can almost see his thoughts turn untoward.

I watch his reaction as I repeat the motion, my thumb sliding along his neck, the crimson staining my skin, and my tongue licking it off, overplaying a little for him. Men are all the same, driven by the things in their pants rather than the brains in their heads. Still, he tastes like fine wine, and when I reach for him a third time, he grabs me by my wrist, stilling me. “I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

Cocky. Confident. Delusional if he thinks he is my equal. I step away finally, giving him his space and he drops his grip on me. My hand twitches at my side, itches to put my blade in his belly for laying a hand on me, wishes to cut his hand off for his insolence. I assess him from top to bottom, a predator deciding if they’re hungry for another kill just yet or not.

I decide not, as I already made one sacrifice to father tonight, even if it wasn’t intentional. Too many and we will raise alarm before we are ready to sow chaos, too little and father grows displeased. I turn away from him, glancing over my shoulder as I move to pull my blade from the homeless creature without bothering to look at them. “I’ll find you if I desire it.”

I feel his eyes on my back as I stalk further into the alley. He calls out after me, “So, that’s a solid possibility then?”

Insolent. Ostentatious. Conceited. Arrogant. He repulses me. Yet, as I make my way to the underground, I find myself smiling to myself. It was the most entertaining interaction I’ve had in days. I write only ‘Amusing Man’ in my journal and the date.

Part two here

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[charlie-pierzak]

Jigglypuff shows the world what a marker can do.

Something else that has been brewing and stewing. Angry eyebrows seem to make a lot of Pokémon look funnier.

[ryuji5]

Daily doodle, not a thought behind these eyes

[nashvillehotguys]

Licky lick

[ondonasand]

This Valentines Day I’ll

Your

[bengal-tigers-on-petunias]

Vote for the line not the pokemon, if the line you root for wins, then i'll put up a poll for the best pokemon of that line so just hold your rapidash/mudsdale/keldeo/zebstrika/horseas

[athenepromachos]

Porn.

Pure, unadulterated porn 🍫🤪

[pangur-and-grim]

Does belphie lick anything else or does he just really like that wall

he licks soooo much. he licks the wall, he licks tables, he licks bedsheets, and he especially likes to lick feet.

[antipodalevidence]