#suggestive.

[subedared]

found my first ever toki

[hee-blee-art]

angelo & keelie, two monster high teachers I came up with in a dream (they're roommates)

[image ID: several digital drawings featuring angelo (he/him), a thin living statue with grey stone skin and hair, dressed in layered grey robes and a laurel; and keelie (he/they), a short thin vampire with pale skin, dark red curly hair, stubble, and glasses, dressed in earth-toned layers. the first image shows the monster high crest and the text, "monster high characters I came up with in a dream." the second image is angelo's character sheet, showing a full body drawing of him with the following text: "angelo marblearch. living statue. art teacher. made entirely of marble. likes to make himself clothes and costumes. passionate about creativity. encourages students to be themselves and experiment. easily distracted. very self-confident." the third image is keelie's character sheet, showing a full body drawing next to the text: "keelie dearg. vampire. lit teacher. irish. writes poetry. likes to sing but avoids it unless alone, (can hypnotize people by singing). very kind a sweet. very old, grandpa vibes. mistaken for a student if clean-shaven. has a quote for every situation." the fourth image is of both of them, keelie blushing and shielding his eyes, saying, "angelo! will you please put some clothes on?" to angelo, who, fresh from the shower and wearing only a towel around his neck, points to his head and calmly replies, "I'm wearing a laurel, aren't I?" with a censor bar over his butt. the fifth image is of them standing side by side with the text, "outfit swap." angelo is dressed in a vest, collared shirt, slacks, and glasses of keelie's, and keelie is crumpled on the ground under the heavy layers of angelo's robes and laurel, shaking and sweating as they say, "ow ow ow, please help," with a little text label that reads "stone clothes" with an arrow pointing at the robes. end ID]

[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.

[feathertailedcentipede]

all my life's a panic trip

a rocket ship to planet schizoid

[pitgritted]

thinking more critically since I’m not serving anyone rn, but like—- getting suggestive here, but classic sett , I don’t think , is super driven by sexual desire ( at least in terms of generality !! ) — imagine being drunk , super sore & aching all over , constantly bad tempered & short with everybody because of irritation .,,, he’s also just simply afraid of getting intimate physically . hes scared of letting down his mental barriers — because he also has super fucking bad coping habits ( drinking , violence , clawing out fur from his ears / hair ) ,,,

sett doesn’t easily get “ into it “ because of these things . even if he is actively in it , he’s the type to be awake even after the events of it , sitting on the edge and trying to calm himself down ,,, super anxious and ears all pinned back . one night stands make him feel fucking irritable and terrible , & he’s usually the first to be gone after & just not speak with that individual again … many men & women he’s slept with ( on his volition if not inebriated usually ) are always blocked off by Smeek telling them off because Settrigh does not have the mental to deal with it or makes excuses that he has to be there for a match he’s not too interested in .

[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.

[drhenryblack]

I awake from my slumber to feed my people

WHERE MY ABSTRAGEDY SHIPPERS AT!?

[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."

[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.]

[caelcstis]

❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞ (from Mrithun bc yes)

SUGAR &&. SPICE. // @r3dblccd currently accepting !!

his chest felt so tight with every kiss shared. every touch of their lips, every breath shared. his fingers were quickly wound up in mrithun's soft hair, playing and pushing stray strands away from his face. he was so greedy for these affections, and mrithun always fed him. he never denied this overwhelming gluttony for his kisses or to touch him, even if it was just to hold hands or give the tightest, spine-breaking hugs just because raphael would squeeze him any tighter if he tried to leave him first.

even while the angel needed a small break to breathe, mrithun's lips still remained on his flesh. raphael inhaled sharply feeling those soft feather-like kisses trail the slope of his jaw and down his throat. his fingers curled tighter into mrithun's hair, though he hadn't pulled on it just yet.

don't stop, don't stop . . .

his entire body had been pliant in his lover's gentle grasp, arching every time his hands rubbed up and down his sensitive back, right into the warmth of his sturdy frame. he'd been so wound up, so excited that he didn't realize his desires were spilling from his mouth. " don't ... " lord, don't stop.

even as teeth gently scraped against his clavicle, raphael was begging for more. his head was spinning with lust and want that mrithun's words merely shoved him off the edge of whatever self control he had. he had been rougher than his usual behavior, pulling the fallen angel back up to his lips. mrithun wanted to taste every part of him, but raphael just wanted his lips, his tongue, teeth scraping together. this was something so deeply animalistic that even he couldn't afford to understand. he moaned into that mouth that spoke nothing but sweet praises and love when it came to raphael.

even now, when he was so messy and desperate for him that he had pulled mrithun's hair so tight to push his head back and raphael was now pressed atop him. his hips were pressed firm against mrithun and the friction of his jeans were driving him insane. the one damn time he had worn them -- it had him reeling.

if his lungs hadn't been so tight and demanding for air, he felt like he might have swallowed mrithun whole. he was gasping for it, pressing his body as close as he could to the man beneath and him it still wasn't enough. he could be ground to dust just pressing into mrithun and it still wouldn't be enough for raphael.

" i plan on keeping you all night, " his voice was raw and low, so filled with love and desire. " so i suggest you take your time in savoring me as much as i plan on savoring you. "

[fr4sell]

sinday thingy: dorian loves to gives.

[gothampiremoving]

MELT INTO ME / NSFW SENTENCE STARTERS. currently accepting. ( @spinwebs said: i needed a distraction. and here you are. )

THAT IS ALL THIS EVER WAS. a moment of mutual distraction from the demands of an ever - turning world: an escape from the watchful eyes of expectation that will forever fall upon these women. SOFIA KNOWS IT, AND ACCEPTS IT WITHOUT PAUSE. KNOWS HOW QUICKLY SUCH VULNERABILITY WILL GET YOU KILLED IN THIS CITY — yet even gotham cannot quell the desires of the body. nor can it deny the lulls of temptation that has led her into the beautifully deadly embrace of red. CAUGHT IN A WEB THAT SHE HAS SO MASTERFULLY AVOIDED AS THE FALCONE DON: but this is not a trap that weaves her, nor is it one that sofia has perpetuated out of a desire for power. IT IS SOMETHING BEYOND WHAT THE CITY EXPECTS OF THEM: AN UNSPOKEN NECESSITY FOR NOTHING MORE THAN A NIGHT OF RELEASE.

... it's why her hands are free to wander, and why lips are delicate as they latch on to the flesh of red's neck: the gentle lapping of a tongue intent to leave the lightest mark. DISRUPTED ONLY BY A SOUND OF AGREEMENT, AS WORDS INTRUDE UPON THE SYMPHONY OF SOFT SIGHS AND DELICATE MOANS. ❝ we both know what it's like to need something that will distract us. ❞ a statement that causes her to pull away, to meet red's expression with the softness of her own — unashamed by the way that lids have fallen heavy, and blown pupils focus on the flesh of her lips. NOR IS SHE ASHAMED BY THE WAY HER OWN REACH OUT FOR THEM: as fingers curl around the woman's hips. DARING TO PULL HER CLOSER. ❝ now, tell me what you want. ❞