#thinking of him

[rosemilo]

"Distance is the space between two hearts"

[miasmaghoul]

New summon Aeon is SUCH a little voyeur.

Doesn't even have to be in a sexual way. He just likes to watch. Likes to lurks in the rafters and darkened doorways, likes to skulk in the shadows and simply Observe. Watches Siblings mill about the halls, watches Imperator flit from meeting to meeting, watches Papa sing to himself on the way to practice. Watches his newly acquired pack talk and touch and exist together in a way he's still growing accustomed to.

But it is usually sexual.

He's a night owl, restless while only the moon and stars are out to keep him company, and really can't resist the urge to wander. It's not HIS fault that the others are so noisy, that their sounds pour out from under heavy oaken doors and flood his too-sensitive ears. Not HIS fault that he called feel them under his skin, every whimper and cry slithering through his veins. Accentuated by the flow of still-raw magick, a sixth sense he doesn't quite have a grip on yet.

What is he supposed to do, NOT press his ear to Rain's door and figure out what has him yipping like that? Supposed to just stroll past Dew's room, where the slow, heavy slap of skin on skin is paired with breathless grunts? Is he meant to completely ignore the sound of Swiss' headboard bouncing off the stone wall, accompanied by animalistic grunts and low, degrading words? Impossible!

It doesn't help that his vessel is so reactive, that every little thing gets him worked up. Aether reaches for something and exposes his stomach? Boner. Mountain scratches that one spot behind Aeon's ear? Boner. Cumulus jogs and her tits bounce? Boner. It's ridiculous, really, having to sneak away a dozen times a day to get himself under control, but there's a freedom at night he never feels otherwise. Makes it easier to deal with the fact that the first ghost of a moan he hears will having him fattening up immediately. Grabbing at himself with abandon, closing his eyes and imaging he's the one being defiled instead.

He's learned to be a little quieter about it, at least. Figured out that hearing goes both ways - something helped along by Mountain catching him red-handed. Wrenching the door open and finding Aeon leaning heavy next to it and tugging at himself with short, quick strokes.

He'd been too close to hold it in, spilling all over the floor with the most shocked sound while Mountain (sweaty and panting, with something waxy and red smeared all over his mouth) had stared him in the eye. Swiss' voice had sounded from deeper in the room, but in that moment all Aeon could focus on was the icy fear filling his veins.

Then, just as quickly as it had opened, Mountain vanished. Closed the door with a quiet click while Aeon shuddered through his aftershocks, saying something about his imagination. In had only taken a minute for his moans to fill the air again instead, but Aeon was already most of the way back to his room by then. They hadn't talked about it after, simply exchanged a nod. An understanding.

That little incident hadn't done a thing to dampen his need to spy on his packmates. If anything, it made it worse. The thrill of being caught was undeniable. Lit up something deep inside that did absolutely nothing to help Aeon keep his dick under control.

So there he stands, every night. In front of a door - or between two, if he's really lucky - to soak in the love and lust his packmates have for one another.

At least that's what he'll say next time someone catches him.

He really hopes it's Rain.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

[saiyanmazen]

[prettyboykatsuki]

there's something quite dark about the way getou says it. open your mouth - a soft command, a quiet one. you can barely hear over the sound of static in your brain. the feeling of being used (lovingly, for what it's worth) where you're stretched and pliant and broken. a sort of want that lingers in your bones. makes the muscles in your stretched calves feel especially tight. you feel your toes curl.

you don't know the time, just that getou started fucking you before sunset and now it's pitch black and the whole room smells like him - and that you are acutely aware of throbbing in your sore cunt after he's fucked you like you're going to run away (you're tempted to ask if he thinks that. where would you even go?)

"open your mouth, baby," he says, and it's not unkind. but it's demanding. impatient (they're so alike in that way, both suguru and satoru) like he hasn't had his fill (any longer and you'll really be gone)

but you open your mouth anyway and getou purrs like a cat ready to eat. he sinks his thumb into your mouth and cradles your cheek. his hands are so much bigger than yours. his thumb is salty and a little callous. you feel him on the wet of your tongue, the plush of your inner cheek. he shivers more than you do, cock twitching in a throb so deep inside you don't where you're feeling him anymore. where he starts and you stop.

"sweet thing you are like this," getou says, though it's not particularly to you. maybe to himself like he's trying to commit every inch of your mess to memory "suck, sweetheart. rest your pretty head."

and you do. somehow it feels dangerous but you want to give in so bad and you do. getou rewards you with a punctuated thrust and a kiss to your temple and you let out a hollow whimper.

"exactly what you needed. something to fix your mouth on, right? i always know what you need."

and he does. somehow. in a way that you're sure is dangerous. but don't mind succumbing to anyway.

[madnessofthespirits]

raita cu alter my beloved

[dr-morbidcuriosity]

I love making my boyfriend learn new things and broaden his palette and horizons actually!

He’s so nervous about taking a strap because his Pretentious Ego but I feel like that makes it even MORE rewarding when he does

Wanna get him relaxed and comfortable enough riding it so that I can lay him down flat on his back and pull him over to the edge of the bed and spread his thighs apart to see how excited he is, and just barely edge and tease him with the tip of it. Enough that he’ll actually want me to put it in again because he feels empty without it

And then getting to finally hold his waist and thrust into him GOD. I wanna watch him be at a loss for words where he can’t even comprehend making any noise, he’s just focused on the way his body is rocking back and forth and the feeling of being filled before I get to lean down and kiss him tenderly holding both thighs open for me and ask him if it feels good, despite his face already told me the answer

Oh to cock train my stubborn top leaning boyfriend and let him take a walk in MY WORLD

[wonfii]

Him.

[marydarkblacknoir]

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

Virginia Woolf

[belzrgr]

I love the idea of Law having a really affectionate s/o whose love he's really not used to but it makes him feel so happy and loved and cared for. So he's just quietly letting them give him kisses, not knowing what to do himself but if they think he just doesn't want to hurt them by rejecting them and try to stop, he's grabbing them to keep them close, keep them in his lap or reciprocate the kisses. If he didn't like it, he would make sure you knew but half hearted complains about how he should be doing something else aren't actually serious. Law wants to stay in your arms, wants you to tell him you love him out of nowhere and drown his face in kisses - he just can't bring himself to admit it. But that's ok, because you know from his hand tugging you back by your shirt shyly, from his arms wrapping around you just a bit more tightly to tell you he wanted you right there, from the way his eyes softened and his cheeks warmed with a gentle blush from all the attention he got from you and from the way he would search you out himself to silently hug you from behind when you haven't found the time to see him a lot in a while

[splendidbadger]

Starscream 💖

[moggie-bear]

I called him pookie and he said "that's weird"

:((((

I HAVE NO RIZZ, BOYS ARE WEIRD. Why can't he just like me

Also his code name is giraffe lol

[sexymen80]

Thinking about him 😘

[dinoserious]

godspeed you! wet idiot

[theblazedpup]

I wanna to be edged til I can’t think, til my words are nothing but whimpers and moans leaving my mouth in some form of semi coherent sentences as I can’t take it anymore and then am finally able to release and cum then the overstimulation starts where I’m forced to cum over and over stuck on your dick as I eventually soak you with my cum til I fall over off of you and my mind is blank and words can’t be used.

[ladyrosesblog]

Happy 59th Birthday Slash Have A Wonderful Day! What A Talented Man! Thinking And Praying For His Family Right Now That They’re Well. Genuinely Hoping That He’s Doing Alright Considering Recent Events And He Can Find Some Token Of Happiness Today Despite What’s Happened & How Upsetting It Is. Such An Inspiration And Such An Incredible Person, Love Him Tons.