#spiritlantern

[tealbeats-archived]

@spiritlantern sent: ❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

Green locks; vibrant verdant; splayed underneath his head like a holy crown; light skin coloured in vibrant shades of violets and reds; hips decorated with similar bruises from sharp claws that had dug into his supple flesh. Bare of all clothing; his flesh was all presented for the spirit to see and to use.

Ezreal’s voice echoes from every thrust that is slammed into him. He can feel those claws now dig into the supple flesh of his legs as their pushed back for the spirit to his deeper within him; Ezreal’s hands bound above his head by chains; cold against his warm skin and tight enough to keep him from wriggling free. There were several attempts to speak; always seemingly cut off when Thresh managed to hit such a sensitive little spot and cause all critical thinking to leave Ezreal’s mind if only for a moment.

“F—fuck—“ it’s difficult for him to get his words out; skin flushed crimson and heart pounding so hard in his chest that he could feel it wanting to leave it’s confinements. His teeth grit down; he’d let the spirit consume him ( metaphorically—or perhaps it was literal now? He didn’t know. ), but that didn’t mean Thresh was immune to Ezreal’s behaviour.

“I s—said—“ the youth sputters out his words as his body trembles from movement, gritting his teeth down to suppress a whine that managed to escape anyway as his body writhed and arched underneath Thresh’s own, citrine gaze half lidded as he stared up at him; exhaling shakily through his nostrils.

“T—this is nothing—“ Bratty behaviour was not uncommon, even when his body had already submitted to the Spirit; evident by the way Ezreal’s inner sanctum squeezed tightly onto Thresh’s cock; or the way that Ezreal’s face was contorted in pleasure—they both knew he now belonged to Thresh—but Ezreal was still willing to try and keep up with his little game, regardless of how close he was to his second orgasm or however many more were to come. Moans cut through the silence between any words that the smaller tried to sputter out; knowing his resolve was breaking.

“Y…y’can do…haaaah—way better then this, Thresh—“ he taunts him; half lidded gaze glossed over. “S’nothing…I could…fall asleep—nnngh—right h-here—“

[armafidelium]

your name: Thresh Romantic or platonic?: Hm. For you? Romantic.~ A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Night in. I would much rather spoil you myself than share the view. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate covered strawberries. What's your perfect date?: A night picnic , able to view the sky and lands , drinking a nice blush wine and eating your favorite foods. Would you cook for me?: I will try , alas , i am not the best cook. Would you let me cook for you?: While i do not have to eat , i will eat anything you place before me. Can we make-out?: Please. Make out in private or in public?: If you are not shy about it , either or. Do you like to cuddle?: Heavily. Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Blankets. Couch or bed?: Bed~ Why do you want to be my valentine?: Who else for the Moon Guardian than someone like me? What makes you a good Valentine?: I have dedication and experience. And , of most , I hold a certain charm.

(i am so sorry)

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION // @spiritlantern

IF he could speak, aphelios would be speechless. his eyes narrowed reading over everything and to make matters worse the teasing of his twin in the back of his mind made it all the worse. for once he was glad the numbness was in effect. just what sort of emotional response would his body even give him? would he be flattered? it was hard to tell with his sister's jeering laughter and teasing tone. it was rare she got to do anything of the sort so he'd allow her this luxury just this once, but when his mind was his again he would be more than certain to have a delayed reaction. though he would have to admit he admired the determination and pride in this application of sorts. this . . . individual was interesting to say the least.

[deadn30n]

Name: Thresh Age: Rude question. Do you like to cuddle?: Anything for you. Can we make-out?: Yes please A night in or dinner out?: Both. I will extend the day to many. Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: Both! What is one without the other? Chocolates and roses?: Chocolates What makes you a good Valentine?: I tend to be all about my partner. Would you cook for me?: I am not the best cook , but i can learn for you. Would you let me cook for you?: Sure! Though , i dont have to eat , i wont turn anything you put before me down. Where would you take me on a date?: There is a beautiful garden that I think you would look fantastic in. Who’s paying?: I am taking you out. Me. What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: A crystal that shines a beautiful soft blue (it may or may not be a soul he encasted)

(thresh to yone :D)

while;  admittedly,  somewhat  embarrassing,  Yone  won't  deny  the  gesture  is  appreciated.  his  life  here  in  the  world  beyond  had  been  something  only  described  as  chaotic  with  little  rest  to  be  had.  so...  a  nice  evening  together  with  someone  did  sound  tempting.  he  won't  proffer  a  response;  instead,  the flushed  look  on  his  face  should  be  answer  enough;  he'd  love  it.

[jesstylerart]

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[asianleaders]

This picture of me was so fresh I had to make it my avatar

I follow back similar! :) 

[armafidelium]

offers himself as valentines ~

THERE is a stare. a blink. a tilt of the head. his mouth opened then closed and all he could offer as a response was to stare with pure confusion. he wasn't going to answer properly because how did one answer properly? just awkward silence and stares. that was how he answered.

// @spiritlantern

[tealbeats-archived]

“W—wait, huh? Why do uh—you of all people wanna be first in line, huh?”

"Whose gonna kiss me, huh? Start linin' up!"