#sender: gray ♡

[grimmweepers]

omg….5’3 gang ???? 🩷

YESSSSIEEEEEE 5’3 GANG 💞

[intcritus]

∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . for sage ♡

❝ ━ Dante, ❞  his name is breathed out, a smile curling twitching at the corners of her mouth as she takes a step back as he stalks toward her. It makes her want to giggle, her heart thumping wildly from adrenaline, charcoal gray twinkles with mirth. It feels silly to feel like prey, but look, it’s not her fault that he chased her around the house for the last ten minutes ( only because she avoided her needy husband and his kisses, he did pout so prettily ). The heel of her foot hits the wall and she doesn’t dare look back, keeping her eyes on him as he closes the distance. His body presses hers into the wall, nose brushing over hers as she grins cheekily, ❝ ━ Oh no, I’m trapped.❞ 

His smirk makes her stomach flip, tongue peeking out to lick her lips and gods, her knees nearly buckle at the hungry look in his eyes. Lips part to say something else but his lips cover hers, licking into her mouth as he presses himself further against her, his thigh slotting between her thighs. Hands slide up his waist, a soft noise in her throat as lashes fluttering shut as he practically devours her.

There’s something about the heat of his body sinking into hers, the way he kisses her turns her brain complete mush and she moans quietly into his mouth, hands grasping the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. Sage will always adore kissing her husband – all she wants to do is crawl into his skin, letting the world melt around them as she turns to utter putty in his arms.

And she absolutely falls in love all over again at how greedy Dante is, every kiss lingers and lingers until she has no choice but to pull away, breath panting from her lips and he kisses along her jaw, teeth nipping along her throat. Breathless laughter escapes her, one hand combing through his hair, mouth brushing his temple. And the second she’s caught her breath, she guides his mouth back to hers, something soft and tender, ❝ ━I..❞ Several kisses as she smiles against his lips, ❝ ━love…❞ Sage brushes her thighs over his cheeks, kissing his chin before placing a final kiss to his mouth, ❝ ━ you. ❞

when they're both greedy for kisses. | @killerhubby

[inxspacetime]

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. - for jason vorhees

♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  ;

Jason’s life was routine at that point. He stalked the woods, talked to the animals, ate when he could, and whenever there was a new set of intruders visiting the camp, he was told to take care of them. And he did, going above and beyond (the voice of) his mother’s requests and massacring each bunch worse than the last. But, as anyone would be in this almost endless loop of death and rebirth, he grew a bit bored of the repeated motions. And he really didn’t quite know how to fix that at first, so he just went on as he did. But then he saw the blond, standing tall and proud (and a bit terrified because of the giant wielding his friend’s corpse like a gym bag), and it was almost enough to forget what he was doing. . .

Convincing Ryder that he actually didn’t mean him any harm wasn’t easy in the slightest. And if Jason had put some thought into it, he’d understand why. He was covered in the blood of his friends, the hands he used to reach for him were the same he used to mutilate them one by one. If he did it to them, no doubt could he do it to him. But murder was the farthest from his mind as his eyes found the other pair, shiny blues almost mirroring his blueish grays. Intimacy was a world unknown to him, a blindspot in life he’d only gotten glimpses of but never the full picture. But one thing he knew for sure, whatever it exactly meant in its full context, was that he wanted Ryder.

But then his mask had been kicked off, and he thought it was all over. It was the closest thing he had to an insecurity, the thing he’d been teased about right up till his very ‘death’. But when the survivor saw the face of his pursuer, saw the way he cowered with his features now exposed, something happened that stunned even the slasher. Jason expected him to use this as an opportunity to run, to put some distance between them while he scrambled to find the hockey mask but no, quite the opposite happened actually. He watched in disbelief through the slits of his fingers as the blond crawled over, climbing into the open space of his lap.

His hands slowly lowered, admiring the other’s features now that he was up close to him. He felt all the right feelings, but his execution in expressing them was sloppy, at best. But he’d seen enough counselors canoodling throughout the camp to at least have an idea of what he was supposed to do next. He dug deep into his memories and did his best to mimic what he saw - cupping Ryder’s left cheek and pulling him into what would be Jason’s first kiss.

@contradictivs

[grimmweepers]

hi sweet ryuuu ~ im here for your cute game pretty please! ♡🧴

i admit i have been sooooo curious about you possibly analyzing my blog or even me for a fragrance assignment because it’s such a fun and interesting little gift you have ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა so im very excited !!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 smells romantic and nostalgic - like velvety rose, warm musk, creamy vanilla and polished wood. it’s the smell of aged leather and timeworn books of poetry. like sinking into a loved-ones warm embrace after being without them for a period too long. 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 in a bottle would be a timeless looking thing, textured yet soft, replicating silk flower petals. It’s designed to look like it came straight out of an oil-painting, with hardly any straight lines to its structure. How darling!!

ASK GAMES WITH RYU: CLOSED!

[grimmweepers]

Happy Halloween my darling Ryuuuu 🖤 im sorry you’re feeling like a zombie !! hopefully you can get some rest asap (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

i was just dropping by to tell you that for Halloween, Diluc and i are dressing up as Captain Hook & TinkerBell !! ✨ we actually end up opening the Dawn Winery to hand out candy, caramel apples, as well as warm cider and greet the little families of Mondstadt! 🎃 after i go to bed however he goes out to make sure there’s no tricks being played hehe ;)

hi gray!!!! that’s okay because this crumb of grayluc would be just the lil boost of energy i need!!!

you and him are the sweetest and cutest! the ragnvindrs are always so generous and i imagine the vibe to be excitingly festive!! i’ve always considered captain hook and tinkerbell such a cheeky pairing 🤭 i can picture all the kids who are passing by the winery looking at the both of you with starry eyes! ✨

diluc and his pretty fairy—but once he beds you, the only thing fluttering won’t be your wings ;))

tell me your selfship halloween hcs

[grimmweepers]

i assume that you prefer a lipliner + lipstick combo over lipgloss ! ✨

gray you’re so right!!! i’ve always got at least one lip liner and lipstick in my purse !!

but lately i’ve been getting into the lipliner + lipgloss combo just to change things up and wow i forget how much it makes my lips so juicy - i can see why it’s one of your favourites 💞 it’s perfect for smooches

anonymously make an assumption about me

[grimmweepers]

ryu i cannot with this tag oh my goodness aahajdixjshshxh (so true just the visual put me in my grave)

oh gray i looked at that hairy arm and saw the size of that tit and my mind immediately went wriothesley wriothesley wriothesley 💡

[grimmweepers]

RYUUUUUU hi sweetness, i would love to hear any fun or cute tidbits about your self ships with Alhaitham and Lucifer :3c

ooouuu hi hi gray!

i may have something for both rubs hands

as someone who also walks around wearing earphones/headphones everywhere i go, for one of my birthdays alhaitham makes me a pair of headphones that matches with his own. mine is a bit more minimalistic and discreet, the colour palette leaning more towards silver, maybe with some simple pearl/crystal embellishments as well. it’ll be very vivienne westwood-esque if that makes it easier to visualise hahaha. and when we go about our day, everyone makes note that we’re always glued to our headphones except for when we’re with each other 🥺

for lucifer, this one's a little spicy 🤫 but also kind of funny… i rarely leave the house unless i’m looking decent, which means hair and makeup has to be put together. now, i hc that lucifer and i like to sneak in cheeky quickies when our schedules are too crazy to fully enjoy each other. after it's over, i’m pretty good at going back to my day, covering up my tracks like nothing happened. however if you’ve got a keen eye, you might catch that i’ve been up to no good— maybe i a stray hair out of place or my lipstick slightly smudged.

the first to notice? of course, it was asmo. one day, he just gasped dramatically, pointed at my fringe that wasn’t quite tucked in right, and said, “you little minx! you were with my brother!” i neither confirm or deny, but he totally knew. asmo always does 🫢

[ferinehuntress]

◈　 ⇢  @faerunscursed　 ⋯　 blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! ♡ 　　⸻　sender stitches up receiver's wound (isobel/Aylin)

The room in Elfsong had such a subtle sandalwood scent, soothing to the mind as a clatter of iron hit the ground. Flittering wings rustled as she stretched them out, a few feathers floating down to the ground as Aylin tugged wearily at the breastplate on her chest. The light of eventide soaked the room with a dim orange hue mixed with purples and pinks. It would be a weary night for Shar, with the full moon on the rise and the destruction of her conclave. The cloister would no longer exist in Baldur’s Gate, at least for now.

Honey sweet hues of brown and gold glistened in the room, saturated with red velvet blankets and cherry wood post that she dropped down onto. Barely a creak could be heard as Aylin finally relieved herself of the breastplate and removed her gauntlets and dragon scale chain mail. A deep breath filled her with aromatic musky incense, that of sage that gave such a pleasant warmth to the room.

Finally, the last bit of her armor fell to the ground, leaving her in a sweaty white tunic clinging to her skin and some dark black trousers. Her feet were bare as she took another breath, only to lead to an ache in her side. Relief often allow pain to surface and she noticed the dark gray spot on her tunic ripped through. It didn’t even take a few seconds and Isobel had settled next to Aylin. “My healing is spent, but I still have a steady hand,” Isobel responded, and Aylin could only smile down toward her young lover. Blood seeped from her wound but Aylin didn’t seem concerned by the fact, and could only sit there and watched as Isobel prepared for the needle and thread.

“My love, ever the watchful protector,” Aylin opened up her wing and wrapped it around Isobel’s body and silenced her voice as the cleric started to stitch the wound. Silver blood coated her fingers with each needle prick and the pull of thread. Yet, Aylin did not cry out nor ask her to stop; in comparison to the torture she had had before, this pain proved to be child’s play for the aasimar. Steady hands finished the stitching as her shirt lowered down and Isobel cleaned up her little kit. Before she had a chance to move, though, Aylin pulled the tray down and dragged Isobel into her lap. “My darling,” she whispered as she pressed her hand up against her cheek and pulled her into a tender kiss.

“It reminds me of the olden days, when I would return to you after a hard won battle, gloriously beaming in sweat and blood, and you tend to my every wound despite my boisterous words of invulnerability,” Aylin teased but allowed her lips to soften. "Your gentle touch and healing hands have my eternal gratitude. Selune graces me with the most generous of loves.” Her fingers brushed through her silver hair and then leaned forward to kiss her once more.

“My heart yearns for you, my Moon Lily.”