#suggestive tw;

[hydrvs]

IMPERIAL SERPENT

(is cropped teehee)

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

@wild-pineapple-butt continued from here

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Something had to be said about the gentlemen – men – of the Gotei, it was rather unfair that the majority of them had been blessed with such physiques. Strong, broad shoulders, chiseled chests and abdomens, powerful arms. Beautiful to look at, but while all that time had been spent crafting their illustrious forms, their personalities had been forgotten. Well, she couldn’t quite say that about all of them, especially not Renji. Yes, he could be a bit of a dimwit – she swore it was a curse that befell anyone who spend even so much as a week within the Eleventh company, and the longer one remained the more the curse affected them. Just look at Ikkaku.  But that dimwittedness was somehow charming in its own special way.

She wouldn’t lie that she had been staring, watching as he went through rep after rep of different workouts. First had been general exercise, some warmup stretches – she had contemplated joining him but seeing as how their taichous and most of their two squads had gone off to run the joint drill in the Rukongai, she didn’t see the need to feign the pretense. Then he had started the zanjutsu drills, that was what had really captured her attention. The way his body moved with each step, thrust, slash of the practice sword. It was only then that he had discarded the upper half of his shihakusho.

She had drawn in a sharp breath, the fateful – and supposed to be whispered – words having reached his ears at that moment. She had been caught. It was usually the other way around, her catching someone eyeing her from across a room, or courtyard; how odd it was being on the receiving side of being caught. She sauntered a few steps closer, rolling her eyes as Renji upped the ante. She hadn’t exactly anticipated that…even as she allowed her gaze to drift down to the revealed hipbones.

A sly little smirk tugged at the corner of her hips as she drew herself in closer, fingers coiled around the hem of his hakama, fingertips disappearing below the waistband as she gave a firm outward tug to the hearty fabric. Barely an inch of give gave her any really view of what was behind the fabric, but she purposefully still pretended to peer down.

“I wanted to see if the rumors were true…” She murmured, gaze shifting up to peer up at him from under her lashes. “You know…if your tattoos did go all the way down…” Her tone had a sultriness to it that she doubted present company had ever heard before. Her sly smirk grew as her fingertips retracted from his waistband before brushing over one exposed hipbone before retreating to her side. She turned on her heel flicking a small finger wave back at him. “Put your shirt back on Renji and come relax, I think you’ve done enough today.”

[deathmcth-archived]

reid's the type to go "whoa! thanks mister 🥴" right after getting cream pied

[ragingsands]

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.” ーZOYA.

Ah, much like she expected the king of everything to say.

They were ragged and breathless. The Stargazer had thrown herself into the throes of passion for the person who had her desires - sweet like cherry, intoxicating like perfume - in her vice grip. She was not in a position to regret anything then, not when she said it did not have to mean anything.

But what if, to the diviner, that it did mean something?

One thing at all?

But not all things in this world were made mutual. In pairs, perhaps. But mutual, and exclusivity - such things were luxury.

Her legs which had wrapped themselves around the legion leader's waist, immediately supported her upwards so she could look into Zoya's eyes. Their gaze often met, but often, the silver-haired woman would avoid the windows to her soul be unraveled like threads.

Of course, she would not. That was why they were both so incompatible.

But the raging desire to hold her accountable for their lips touching, and the daring, subtle lick in between - almost overcame her before she pulled back anyway.

If anyone were to practise restraint, it would be Anarkia. Because Zoya always had her way.

"Very well. It does not have to mean anything."

Though she said so, her index finger traced against Zoya's middle, the bare skin that she shows. Lightly so that she would shiver against her touch, lightly so she knew what words weighed.

Their lips were only inches away, and her mauve-tinted lips were a mess. But the smirk on her face showed nothing but confidence that her dancing partner for that night would relent.

The same hand that traced her stomach would then raise, linger just a moment underneath her breast, before brushing against the firm mound and lastly, to wrap around her neck.

"Nothing, then."

[starjynx]

I see a lot of kissing & hugging be asked of / requested. But what if my muse just wants to bite yours? Is biting acceptable?

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[gamesoft]

[shepscapades]

I wish you coulda seen the look on my face when I glanced at Bdubs’ comment section for his wild life ep2

[beccadrawsstuff]

Couldn't decide if I wanted to put this on tumblr or not but oh well life's short put old men on a leash (that's my motto)

more Mr. Bill Pines AU by Honeqqu

[bamsara]

A 'post-trod' scenario where Narinder gets cursed after a slip up on a crusade (death erasure is no longer a permanent threat because of plot secrets I won't spoil :P )

The Lamb can't go get the necessary crystals to cure him so Kallamar is sent instead so Lambert can focus on keeping Nari from eating/attacking people

Dw he's not gonna eat the Lamb. unless😏

[sm-baby]

Shout out to the halloween special on the NSFW blog while I wait for the week to pass

[cranberrycore]

Y’all like lesbian monster yuri?

[deathmcth-archived]

ayalon makes an apology video about destroying all your mens' holes. he's definitely going to do it again. but he's sorry he fucks and trucks so hard :(

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

Please reblog if you vote!

[wolfertinger666]

Boys night

(HE/HIM) 👿🏳️‍⚧️

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