#suggestive.

[subedared]

found my first ever toki

[seawattgaming]

One night stand with me now

Stand... where?

[marchsfreakshow]

"well, would you prefer a real knife to your throat? Learn the exalirating feeling after fear?"

The sharpest and longest blade he could find, swirling around in his hand.

"decide, yes or no my dear. And I will hold off on killing you."

A thick gulp, and a nod.

"you would? Of course you would want a blade such as this pressed against you. It is one of the things I admire the most about you."

The cold, silver blade pressed quickly against their neck, and a shudder. But a gasp at how icy the blade was.

"no my dear. You should be angry. That is what your character is feeling yes?"

A nod again and sudden furrowed eyebrows. Lines being spat out as the both of them moved and acted around the words.

"wonderful! You will do brilliantly on the stage tomorrow evening love! You remember the deal yes?"

Yes, the deal. Sneak a means of recording the play into the theatre, and then show the killer ghost the performance afterwards. Then, a killing. Maybe the most theatrical and romantic killing of their lifetime, and his undead time. Having the time of their life on a stage, just for all the work to be undone.

"I'm so proud of you my bird. Killing you tomorrow evening will be,, the most erotic."

A sigh both leaving them before a kiss.

[devilvette]

on the topic of kinks today, i just think that velvette should be allowed to step on someone. extra points if you're taller than her

[feathertailedcentipede]

all my life's a panic trip

a rocket ship to planet schizoid

[hee-blee-art]

very normal sketchbook heisenbergs

[image ID: five sketches of lord karl heisenberg from resident evil village, most of them busts. in the first, he is wearing his full in-game outfit, toting his giant hammer, and talking with a smirk. in the second, his hat, jacket, and sunglasses are removed, his hair is put partially up, and he is smiling. in the third, he is shown from the side, brow furrowed and only his glasses removed. in the fourth, he is shown in a seated position cropped from the hips up, jacket and hat removed, shirt sleeves rolled up and gloves on, and is leaning forward while smiling and holding a cigar. in the fifth, all of his outfit elements are removed except his tank top, sweaty and flushed, and saying, "tapping out already, buttercup?" end ID.]

[bloodwr4th-a]

nsfw for this.

haha kol has a new kink ...........; @wickedslip's hand around his neck.

[pitgritted]

➤ a  capture  of  essentially  the  different  settrigh(s)  (  in  their  individual  designated  verses  )  differentiating  them  from  the  category  of  top  /  dom  /  bottom  /  sub  grid  .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 , 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . [ reference links [  :  ] 1 2 3 ]

settrigh  ,  at  least  within  the  confinements  of  his  original  verse  ,  is  a  very  emotionally  refuting  man  .  marginalized  as  a  boy  from  both  his  ancestral  forms  ;  human  &  vastaya  ,  leading  to  the  unsavory  upbringing  of  a  very  tumultuous  pandemonium  .  stirring  of  emotions  &  hatred  transfixed  onto  taking  it  out  on  others  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ dom / bottom ; UNLABELED ]

i  say  this  because  settrigh  in  this  verse  does  not  have  a  preference  ,  but  emotionally  conforms  to  being  the  "  dominant  partner  "  simply  because  of  his  fear  &  paranoia  subjecting  him  to  being  unwilling  to  relinquish  control  .  if  he  does  ,  he  risks  being  manipulated  .

settrigh  in  the  modern  verse  ,  plotted  with  @./  windchaser  yone  ,  he's  more  emotionally  grounded  compared  to  his  classic  variant  .  while  he  still  suffers  a  handful  of  mental  consequences  ,  he  has  a  better  way  to  deal  with  them  (  than  he  did  before  honestly  )  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ half dom / bottom ]

it  ultimately  depends  on  the  situation  ,  his  emotions  at  the  current  moment  ,  &  if  he's  feeling  up  to  squandering  his  dominance  .  but  he's  the  type  to  sit  back  &  enjoy  .  sit  on  his  lap  &  mess  with  his  body  ,  he's  a  sucker  for  it  .  even  if  he's  a  "  bottom  "  in  a  situation  ,  he  doesn't  hold  that  label  for  long  .  he  just  doesn't  .  always  finds  a  way  to  get  what  he  wants  through  his  strength  . 

[ reference photos ]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ top / dom ]

i  say  this  because  settrigh  is  the  spirit  of  challenge  &  really  isn't  all  too  keen  on  losing  ,  lest  getting  close  to  somebody  .  he  would  be  damned  to  surrender  his  body  to  anybody  ,  &  if  he's  really  aching  to  have  sex  ,  he's  taking  the  initiative  . 

he  literally  has  no  emotional  troubles  quite  literally  hindering  his  vulnerability  .  he  has  a  healthy  friend  group  &  can  strive  for  his  passion  without  needing  to  hide  anything  from  his  mother  .  he  has  better  coping  habits  &  he  knows  how  much  he's  loved  .  he  can  emotionally  be  a  switch  .

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ top ; sub / dom ]

like  HEARTSTEEL  ,  sett  is  emotionally  happier  &  like  modern  ,  emotionally  grounded  .  he's  more  happier  with  himself  &  the  people  among  him  ,  &  it's  actually  one  of  the  verses  he  is  expressively  a  fucking  himbo  .  he's  more  accepting  with  his  emotions  &  his  abilities  ,  &  thus  expects  that  out  of  others  in  turn  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ sub / bottom ]

[cigsaftersuh]

when they tiredly tug their tie off !!!! rolling their head and rubbing their neck with a raspy groan !!! pulling it over their head with a breathy sigh and throwing it to the side, a complete contrast to your loving hands that tied it just a few hours ago . . . though it doesn’t even get a chance to plop onto the ground before they begin unbuttoning their dress shirt, one tailored just for them & enough to leave you envious of the silk material that gets to hug their body throughout the day, in a manner that has you squeezing your legs shut ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა they go through each button with sharp, impatient movements, their jaw clenched as if every second spent undressing is another second wasted away from you, their hands tremble slightly, but they refuse to let it slow them down <3 the fabric is peeled away with the same urgency, landing somewhere unimportant, their chest heaving as they finally close the distance between you

[askganon]

My lord, you don’t realize how much I need you to violently rail me from behind while grabbing my hair and making me scream “my king” as a prayer.

Nor do you.

[vessmar]

pirate vess.

[mielmoto]

yes, yes, i know, i'm EXCRUCIATINGLY babygirl*. but you're only allowed to call me that out loud if we're $@&#ing.

[ikarosxflight]

In response to x leading to x || @vahrutasgrace

For the first time in an eternity, Pit experiences a fleeting moment of authentic happiness in Hyrule's vast and often somber land. This joy, however, is a rare and precious gem amidst the looming shadows of the impending Calamity. He mustn't forget his role as Palutena's Captain, even in these brief moments. Yet, he can't help but be Pit, the friend, the champion… He's aware that he's deceiving himself and everyone else, allowing the illusion of belonging to their group to take hold.

The Captain was pleasantly surprised when Mipha agreed to spend time together. Their bond, which had grown stronger amidst the tribulations of battle, had come a long way since their first meeting. The Captain had humbly asked the Zora Princess if he could accompany her on a tour of Vah Ruta, the Divine Beast she was destined to pilot. Both Champions cherished every moment of the day, starting with a rigorous training session in the morning, followed by a gratifying dinner with Mipha's father and younger brother. As the day drew close, they found themselves alone on top of Vah Ruta, watching the breathtaking sunset. Pit presented two goblets filled with a bottled beverage gifted to him by Urbosa earlier that week.

As they gathered for their usual evening gathering, the surprise of Mipha's alcohol patience became evident. Despite being accustomed to Urbosa's high-quality liquor, Mipha seemed to be handling her drinks quite well. However, the subtle signs of intoxication began to emerge, hinting that the alcohol was starting to take effect. It was evident that the Captain had not reached that point yet, but it seemed likely that after another cup, he might begin to feel the alcohol's influence.

"I'd have to disagree-icus, Princess. The term you're speaking of is Hubris. Where I'm from, Pride is knowing what we have accomplished and freely acknowledging that we have done it. Regarding matters of the Heart-icus, I think you'd be surprised-icus... if you gave this prideful person a chance."

His response contained no hint of snark or smugness, only an air of confidence forged over centuries of adventures, failures, dangers, and victories. Pit recalled Mipha's father speaking about Zora's extensive lifespan during dinner… maybe she'll understand what he means one day. As the night pressed on, both exchanged thoughts, feelings, and memories cup after cup… Pit couldn't help but find himself captivated by every word left from such soft, kissable lips. He enjoyed conversing with the Princess. She challenged him, and he challenged her, yet they always seemed to come to an understanding, a connection that transcended words. Her beauty was a sight to behold, and he couldn't help but admire her from outside and within. Pit knew this feeling—it was the equivalent of falling in love, knowing it would end in heartbreak.

Despite this, he let Mipha trust her vulnerability to him as she cuddled against him. It was enough to make Pit's heart dance. The blush reaching the tip of his ears was not from the firewater. Her body grew heavier, and he adjusted, allowing Mipha to comfortably fall asleep against him. He wrapped a wing around her and his arm, keeping her close and safe. He really wanted to kiss the top of her head.

The Captain of Angels had not anticipated Mipha's unexpected slumber induced by the lingering effects of the alcohol. Despite this unforeseen circumstance, he carefully guided both their bodies to the concert surface of Vah Ruta. Concerned for Mipha's comfort, Pit spread a large wing onto the floor beneath her, ensuring she had a soft and protective space to rest. As he gazed upon her peaceful visage with his Caribbean blue eyes, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. Her skin felt incredibly soft to his touch, and he found himself captivated by the allure of her lips. Each time he swallowed the lump in his throat, he fought an overwhelming urge to lean in closer.

In his homeworld, any opportunist would have taken advantage of such a moment, claiming it an uncontrollable act of passion. They might have stolen a swift, seemingly innocent, and romantic kiss. But to Pit, such an action would have been a disservice to someone as wonderful as Mipha. He believed that she deserved a heartfelt and passionate embrace that was earned the right way, not through easy or impulsive means. His internal struggle was tangible, yet he found contentment in simply watching her, his gaze filled with tenderness and adoration.

'Your hands in mine till it's overTake all of me; it was never mine I can finally breathe when you're close cuz-'

"You're like a breath of fresh air on a summer night..."

He whispers love confessions she'll never hear as he gently reaches out to caress Mipha's flushed cheeks with his knuckles. Unbeknownst to the Twitterpated Captain, Mipha is caught up in fantasies that exceed his wildest dreams.

"... P-Pit... P-Please...!"

....Huh?

Was Mipha having an erotic dream… and was it about.. him? The way she is breathing heavily, with the most beautiful hymns escaping from her delicate lips, causes Pit's entire body to blush. Goosebumps on his arms trailed to his wings, fluffed up in surprise. This seemed to be a test from Lord Eros and Lord Priapus, taunting and teasing his will as if giving signs to take her. The thoughts come flooding in, with images reeling in his mind—enticing seduction and alluring desires cause him to breathe heavily as well while watching Mipha writhe in dreamy, wanton need.

One look from you is all it takes My lips on yours, no better taste Let's not throw it away Your skin is perfect to the touch I can't get enough

Cuz baby, I’m all in If you really want it I'll give you everything I got Your hands in mine till it's over Take all of me; it was never mine

Captain Pit gently removes his hand from Mipha's warm cheek and swallows hard as he uses his other wing to cover himself. He groans as he feels his shorts becoming uncomfortably tight. He silently concludes that he will have to deal with this alone later tonight, maybe after a cold shower, as much as desire begs otherwise. His breathing remains heavy, but he jolts when Mipha abruptly awakes.

"..... P-Pit...? Are you... a-alright?"

Gods, she's so beautiful; even when she's adorably embarrassed, she's still putting others before herself... He slightly flinches, feeling a painful throb between his legs. He mentally thanks Palutena for covering himself with his wing before she woke up. Pit nervously bites the corner of his lower lip, struggling to find the right words. Despite feeling most of his blood flow shifting from one head to another, he clears his throat and sits up next to her. He keeps himself covered, his face flushed and sweat dribbling down his neck.

"Y-yeah. I am," he lied. "Um, we should probably head back. I'm sure your father is wondering where you are. Y-you go on ahead; I'll catch up."

[flugelmann]

Koto steps behind him with slow & certain footfalls, fingers reaching to rest 'pon his upper arms as she leans, slow, close to his ear. ❛❛ Be still. Just for a moment. ❜❜ Fingers slip beneath the fabric binding throat & all at once, she bites down, hard enough to crack open the skin but nothing to bring damage beyond belief. She's just simply keeping her promise, she did swear to nibble him after all. //unprovoked. @dayscorch

–  quiet  evenings  were  oft  the  ideal  time  to  wind  down  from  the  pains  the  daylight  brought;  from  kicking  the  recruits  into  bed,  staring  into  the  room  of  his  squad  until  they  silently  dressed  down,  to  having  his  first  (  and  now  last  )  cup  of  tea  without  the  stack  of  paperwork  looming  off  in  the  corner  of  his  eye.  It  had  been  pleasant  at  least,  very  little  to  disturb  the  peace  until  he  could  reach  his  room,  but  of  course,  another  little  annoyance  came  to  burden  his  thoughts  before  that  blissful  sleep  could  take  him.

Koto  was  something  of  an  anomaly.  She  neither  feared  nor  seemed  to  respect  him.  She  was  constantly  at  his  neck  with  something  ridiculous.  Climbing  into  his  space,  invading  his  thoughts  at  the  worst  moments.  Never,  never,  had  anyone  ever  outright  bitten  him  before.  Why  he  thought  she  wouldn't  have  followed  through  on  her  threats  –   

“  Crazy  ass.  ”      he  kept  still  at  her  demand  but  the  moment  she  was  done  he  was  hooking  her  leg  with  his  foot  and  tugging  –  tripping  her  up,  catching  her  in  one  arm  as  before  she  fell  backward  onto  the  dirty  floor.  How  could  he  let  her  get  away  with  touching  him  without  permission?  How  could  he  let  her  do  whatever  she  wanted  without  consequence? 

He  pulled  on  her  wrist  and  turned  his  head  so  that  his  mouth  could  easily  come  into  contact  with  her  neck,  biting  down  just  as  hard.  Neither  pleasure  nor  chasteness  behind  his  actions,  only  the  need  to  keep  her  on  her  toes,  still  wondering  what  her  face  would  look  like  when  completely  red.  When  he  finally  let  her  go,  he  rubbed  his  thumb  under  his  bottom  lip  before  again  turning  toward  the  direction  of  his  room.    “  Keep  it  up  and  I'll  show  you  just  how  hard  I  can  go.  ” 

[caelcstis]

So is it true that Raphael likes collars? Seeing a lot of that going around *wink*

unprompted. // anon. always accepting !!

" i'm not sure... how it's any of your concern. " he weakly argued, but his cheeks were deep red and the heat was spreading up to his ears and down to his neck. little did anyone know that he recently put away a soft satin collar he'd found in a rather . . . intimate shop that he would otherwise stay away from, but the beauty of it caught his eye.

or that he might have found a new accessory he'd found that matched his beautiful collar. the shop keep explained its uses, that it was used to supposedly tease your partner - or yourself, by pinching the nipples. they could be tugged at, flicked . . . and unless the pressure was eased, they would still continue to pinch. it both sparked a small curiosity in him and the desire to try it himself - even if he wasn't one to really try things by himself. " my preferences are for me and my partner, not a stranger dangerously curious about them. "