Reblog if you agree that dropping sesame seeds on your floor is a show of kindness to the rats.
go on reblog.
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A rat sketch I did cause I’m avoiding my school work
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mat's cursed dagger is so fucking funny to me every time. like oh no i have fallen unconscious into your arm s yet again because of my And i cant stress this enough. Cursed dagger. mat's cursed dagger the cursed dagger belonging to mat. yeah if i have it too long it starts corrupting my soul and if i lose it i die so it's a real comedy of errors over here :/ just, fainting, falling deathly ill etc. wuh oh im getting real moody and bitchy. Cursed dagger time of the month i guess :/ hey did you know i have this cursed dagger yeah. It’s cursed
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13. linking hands together during sex
Hand Holding
Exactly what it says on the tin, there’s smut here
Sleep hasn’t come easy to either of them tonight. Both of them too wound up for a variety of reasons.
So, why not do the next best thing?
Ronan’s hand grasps at expensive sheets, Fingers pressed into their hip, firm but gentle as Ricardo keeps them where he wants them as Ronan squirms under his attention. He’s going slow, not lazy, just deliberate. Intent on trying to draw out each shudder, each moan as long as possible. The gaps between the moans occasionally punctuated with his own. The occasional roll of his hips against the bed, the sensation of friction between himself, pyjamas and the bed also pulling himself ever closer to the edge. Enough so he has to stop once in a while to catch his breath.
All the time in the world right now, the wee hours of the night have their own rhythm and it’s theirs to do with what they wish. They’re not in pitch black this time, the lamp is on but is is low, just enough light to see by, but by this point there’s no secrets between them and they could probably trace each others forms in their sleep, every line, every mark, every scar.
Ronan twists slightly, shirt riding up even more in the cool of the night, further sending shudders down their spine. Ronan was tense before this, part of why they couldn’t sleep, but there’s a perfect little ball of tension within them as their breath does that distinctive little shuddery, stuttering thing that tends to happen when they’ve been held on the edge like this for a while.
Close.
His fingers press in a little harder, not enough to leave marks and Ronan grips at the sheets tighter with one hand as the other seeks out Ricardo’s, his hand warm in theirs, soft skin contrasted with the hard lines of the emitters in his palm as Ronan’s fingers shakily link with his, squeeze hard as they finally tip over the edge. Shuddery moans spilling into the darkness.
Ronan’s still holding onto his fingers, hand shaking a little as he moves back up their body. Lips seeking out theirs as he gently rolls them. Ronan resting on top of him until they slowly move down his body, one hand loosely buried in Ronan’s hair and the other linked with his as Ronan returns the favour.
By the end when sleep finally takes them, tension mostly gone their hands are still linked.
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