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maiuoart · 5 months
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Memories are sweet...
But having you now is sweeter ♥
Inspired by my mini note from Russ here;
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tronuskip666 · 21 days
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He became a pet after finding a script from a script writer LMAO
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Bred
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happybird16 · 1 year
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I'm going insane!!! imagine your fav doing THIS
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loveackermannn · 7 months
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last req for today, "you look gorgeous. stunning. jaw-dropping. breathtaking. do you see what i'm trying to get at?" from the love promprs w erwin ? ( maybe w insecure!reader if you want to :3 )
💌 – a/n: thank you for your sweet request love! this will be my first ever erwin x reader attempt so i hope i write him well for you here TT
– (IMPORTANT!; mentions of; physical insecurity and some suggestive content! however nothing explicit ><)
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It's happening again.
You swore this feeling would've passed sooner or later – But, it had been well over a week since you had any desire to do anything with yourself. You simply had no energy to move to fix a meal in the dining hall nor could you even brush through the tangled knots in your hair.
What was the point anyway?
It felt awful to even look into a mirror for more than a few seconds before you repulsively turn away in pure disgust – You couldn't understand why you started feeling this way about yourself, yet all you knew was that this had lingered for far too long.
Perhaps, your relationship with the Survey Corps Commander had something to do with it; He was intelligent, tall, handsome and popular amongst many women, civillian and enlisted. Perhaps, it was the way there were so many women out there who have a much better chance at winning his heart than you – Perhaps, you didn't feel good enough.
Why even be with someone like me?
You were spiraling and you knew better than to try and handle it alone, but in this moment, you couldn't help but shroud yourself away from the world. You hadn't left your room since the morning dawned on the horizon and by now, Erwin should've noticed by now – It didn't seem like he was anytime soon. He had his own duties outside of his interpersonal relationships, you figured as much.
Maybe if you just take deep breaths, this will all go away. It will be okay.. It will be fine..
"Hi my love, I'm sorry I couldn't wake you this morning. I thought you were-"
The familiarity of a voice that called your name as easy as it was breathing, his voice that pulled you out from under your linen covers to reveal your disheavled state that you so desperately tried to mask from your now concerned boyfriend.
Upon seeing the fatigue from your dark undereyes and the hollowed way you looked up at him, he was quick to settle at your bedside, embracing you in a blanket of warmth and security. He earnestly held you close to him with a hand detangling through the roughness of your neglected strands.
He didn't know what to say nor did he think he had any place to bombard you with a million questions all at once. Instead, he simply asked,
"Are you okay?"
That was all it took for you to completely melt into him, to give all that you had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Your arms curled around him, tears cascading onto the front of his uniform (Though he didn't seem to mind at all). You buried yourself further into his chest, pressing yourself as close as you could to him, almost as if you weren't close enough. You needed this beyond what words could explain and he understood full well.
"Shh shh, it's okay love. Deep breaths for me, take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
You heeded his word, inhaling and exhaling as he continued to stay by your side without interrupting the process. He patiently waited until your frantic breaths were reduced to a gentle rise and fall of your body against his. He then briefly pulled away, brushing the hairs that stuck to your tear-dampened face. You slightly chuckled to yourself, you probably looked ridiculously unkempt in front of him, but for all that's happened you couldn't find it in you to care anymore.
"Mind telling me what's on your mind? Full honesty, I'm not here to judge," He pressed softly, still continuing to brush out the stubborn knots in your hair.
You thought for a moment now knowing that there's no point in trying to hide anything from him. The appearance of you already gave so much away.
"I.. I don't feel the best about myself. I don't feel like I deserve your love nor do I feel... beautiful. I haven't for a while and I don't know why. I never told anyone because I thought this feeling would go away on its own and I didn't want to burden you with my problems. But, it just got out of hand to where I didn't want to tell you at all. I guess I got caught up in my head too much," You explain hesistantly, wiping the leftover tears that streamed down your face.
A part of Erwin was in disbelief that you had felt that way about yourself when he felt the complete opposite. He thought you were the universe itself, his everything. And he would rip the sun and moon out of the sky just to give you the world. You would be the first and last person he'd say good morning and good night to and the first and last person he'll give his heart to. He loves you more than life itself because you are his life.
And the entirety of Erwin wanted to make sure you knew just how much he truly cherishes you.
His lips passionately meet yours in a need, a desire to convey his love in any way that he can. He hopes that this is more than enough to speak volumes to you, he hopes that he's reaching you in this moment.
You breathing becomes erratic again, but this time, in the way that felt right, that felt safe. You leaned back as he continued to hold you tightly against him, your back meeting the mattress of your bed.
"You look gorgeous," He breathes, kissing up your neck and pausing in between to continuing his affirmations.
"Stunning," Another kiss follows below your ear lobe.
"Jaw-dropping," And another kiss following down to your chest.
"Breathtaking. Do you see what i'm trying to get at?" He concludes, kissing his way back to your face where its now contorted of pure bliss – You've missed this so much.
You could only manage a nod, but no – He wanted to hear you say it yourself.
"I want you to use your words, my love. You're my pretty girl aren't you?"
"Yes.."
"Tell me how beautiful you are hm?" He says, advancing his way back to your navel and looking up at you before continuing.
"I'm.. I'm beautiful, I am," You whisper, tears silently welling up again in the corners of your eyes. Erwin immediately took notice and wiped them away before they could stream down any further.
"Don't you forget it okay? I am yours as you are mine and there's nothing in this world that could change that."
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sanguisarcana · 3 months
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@infernaliscor || continued from 𐕣
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Astarion’s lips slanted, wry at every angle in cynicism and poise alike.
Spoken letters? To add insult to injury, of erotic calibre no less. 
It was hard not to break into fits of laughter at the absurdity of it all. A visceral, hoarse peal of sound characteristic of that riffing tenor the vampire would often carry. Fangs exposed and head falling further back. A high not so easy to come down from without Karlach’s face souring to cushion its landing.
“Ah, ha ha ha! You’ve got to be joking.”
No trace of mirth was found in the steep dip of Karlach’s frown.
Shit.
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“Oh,” The vampire baulked, all melody and merry falling from his form. Brows low and leery. “You’re serious?” It took clearing his throat not to fall back into laughter, though nothing kept the spawn from secretly humming a private chuckle to himself. "Karlach- the fury of avernus, seeking to be touched by pillow talk and whispered obscenity?"
Astarion couldn't help himself when impulse took over. That impounded cruelty that came in frustration's tow was like a clot ready to be spewed. Karlach's condition, after all, manifested itself as a two-way street. Because he, too, couldn't touch her... Couldn't act on his usual modus operandi to secure one powerful ally. Couldn't drink from her either when the tiefling had been more than willing to let him share in her blood.
It was awful, really.
And it brought out the worst in him too.
"How the mighty have fallen..." Rather like his own predicament, none of it had been her fault. Not that it would stop him from rubbing salt to the wound, of course.
The hurt, the acrimony- the damage laced in her features, however, just might.
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peppy-jester · 3 months
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@grccdwcb // cont. here
"Ooh kinky~ .. but hold on that thought for a second my good sir" finally reaching out to show the photo Asmodeus to Mammon.
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"Picture of my cock" eyebrow wiggles. Time to cover his own d now.
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bxd-kxrma · 2 months
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“You can call me sloppenheimer with this atomic head im about to give.”
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raiy-yn · 1 year
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Gay sex
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mencnfire · 1 year
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(( wasn't sure which to upload so a bigger one is under the cut. i love kaz with all of my heart c.c ))
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humanforthis · 1 month
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@impercre CONT FROM HERE
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It wouldn't have had happened this way if he was stronger. If he had been smarter he could have kept himself safe.
When he was younger there was no fighting back, but now he and his Uncle both knew what he was capable of It didn't matter if his Uncle was a thousand pounds of flesh, Feyd only needed to be stronger than the suspensors that kept him upright. He could safely say he could lift that man and given his time participating in the fighting pits, Feyd knew he could kill him. It wouldn't be hard to commit that treason.
That's when the Baron began to be invested in his health. He didn't like it when anything was out of his control or ended without his say.
He began forcing 'vitamins' and 'vaccinations' that luckily grew on Piter's nerves. That was when Feyd thought to educate himself on the nature of those poisons that were being forced in his body.
He felt foolish for thinking that even Piter's way of caring and his spiteful nature towards his Uncle might keep him safe.
Feyd-Rautha was learning how to protect himself, but it was not enough. He was getting stronger and becoming more aware of poisons and other drugs. He had to, to safely combat them. Piter always said that only the ignorant fool was one who stopped trying to learn .
He just didn't think his Uncle would have let gas into his room. Feyd had barely smelt the slight off tinge of the gas before he hit the floor. He couldn't move, couldn't react. The horror of it was that his Uncle didn't want him entirely unconscious. He just wanted what he wanted without worry of his own bodily harm.
Now, there was no where to hide from him. Gas could be anywhere.
He still couldn't feel his hands now, and felt so ashamed for Glossu to find him the way he did. He hated the thought that he had needed help after all that. He despised and regretted hat Glossu could see how dirty it all was.
How could he even look at Feyd now after finding him like that? He should have been smarter. He should have been stronger.
If he was not as grown as he was, he might have cried. He certainly heaved when offered water earlier, still somewhat paralyzed within, but if he was not grown he would have tried to hide in his brother and begged to be taken away.
But he was not young. He was nearly a man and he could do nothing.
Like a child he dared to whisper, "You promise?"
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tronuskip666 · 6 months
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Going both goth and punk, because all of it is black, and idc I love mixing my style of clothes.
Tw: Suggestive
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Also get jumpscared by doodling butts and booba PPFFT-
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cwarscars · 2 months
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❛  all i can think about is how good you’re going to taste.  ❜
🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.(  nsfw.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )
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he'd gotten her cornered in a storeroom cupboard; his looming self engulfing her in darkness, any and all escape blocked by his towering form. all he'd needed to hear was that desperation, the crack in her voice when words become begging. how terribly she'd teased him; every look, an inviting one - words, so deadly in their proposition. when she'd blown his phone up earlier; a barrage of wanting texts, he'd known that this had needed to happen.
now, her words see his hand caressing the soft of her cheek - a movement so gentle, quick to turn harsh when fingers grip her chin and force her eyes to his.
"oh-?"
he eyes lips damp with the lash of her tongue - leans in close as if to taste her for himself. and yet despite the gesture, he barely kisses her - only brushes his lips beside hers, breathes hot breath against her skin.
a wandering hand curves around her waist; her body pressed close to his own - the slip of fingers from the curve of her form to between her legs. up her skirt, he can feel the silk of her panties; barely enough to justify even wearing them and yet, he can appreciate the tease.
his touch is unrelenting- the tip of fingers massaging warmth through silk; fangs grazed across skin; words breathed in a breath, hasty. he urges for her heat with the repetitive tease of fingers.
"then tell me-" he growls, kisses edged into bites; his love, a harsh sort. "why are you not already on your knees?"
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loveackermannn · 2 years
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‗ ❍ 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞?
.ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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➺ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲! 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞??
➺ !! 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢��!
➺ 𝐚/𝐧; 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 >< 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞!! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 <𝟑 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Levi didn't care for big holidays, even his own birthday was quite bland for him ever since he was a child – that was until you came along.
You always had to make a fuss out of the days that seemed so insignifcant to him, yet he never minded and internally found it endearing to see your innocent eyes light up in conversation about these things. Today in particular was no exception.
In the approaching weeks of Halloween trailing along, you discussed with him on numerous occasions about what the two of you would be for this years' "couples' costume" craze that almost every one of your friends would participate in with their boyfriends. It was tradition and this year you had wanted to take it seriously.
Though, with Levi being stubborn as always, refused right off the bat.
"No way in hell am I dressing up for some stupid costume party Y/n." he affirmed with no malice and simply continued flipping through the channels on the TV at random.
You fought the urge to nag and whine at him as if bringing out your childish antics to get what you wanted, but you held back and folded your arms over your chest.
"Please Levi? Just this once?" you pleaded with a soft tone as to not seem forceful in your request.
He spared you a side look, temporarily halting his movements and trained his eyes back to the TV screen.
"What would I even be?"
"I was thinking... you could probably wear one of those scream masks? And just wear an all black outfit?" you responded quietly, almost anticipating for it to be shut down again – but as soon as you heard him sigh and Levi patted his thigh enticing you to come closer, you knew he had given in.
You rounded your way to his lap and lowered yourself comfortably onto him. He extended his hand to thread through the locks of your hair and twirled a strand between his fingers.
"I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea..."
"You know you don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought it'd be fun for the both of us to go out and have some fun?" you say,voice slightly muffled from the barrier of his muscular pectoral meeting the cushion of your cheek.
Tilting your head up by your chin, his gaze seems to speak for his words. It's like you knew what he was going to say next.
"Why don't we have fun right here? Forget the party."
You could almost feel his breathing pick up the moment he spoke and it ignited something within you that felt feral.
You can see it now – Your already godsend boyfriend wearing a mask that does little to cover his intent behind his eyes. It excites you to think about him pouncing on you at any moment with that fucking plastic barrier that hid the majority of his face from you.
However, you memorized every speck and dot on his face that you didn't need to see it to know what he looked like.
Fuck, you could feel your heartbeat everywhere just thinking about it all unfolding.
Part of you couldn't wait for Halloween to get your sweet treat and another part of you wanted to see how long this desire would last before you cracked.
Time will only tell at this point.
"So you wanna do the costume?" you finally choked in response, hoping he wouldn't notice.
Of course he did. He always did.
"Give me the laptop and my wallet. Let's pick it out yeah?"
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ssolessurvivor · 3 months
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just a thing for the beautiful rot that is @respondedinkind
It had started out waking from a nightmare, the cold seeping into his bones causing him to pull on a threadbare long sleeve shirt, holding himself when the door opened. He hadn't meant to wake up his houseguest, hoped he wouldn't. Had this one been that bad? A blush of embarrassment tinged with frustration blooms along Logan's cheeks as he scoots toward the side of the bed but pauses when he takes a closer look in the dim room...at him.
There's something almost animalistic in how he moves, the way he's so silent. Those eyes devour him even in this moment of uncertainty, for they can't speak yet. Logan will still talk at him all day, but he doesn't feel like words are needed right now. Maybe in a minute, when he can find his voice, when his heart stops fluttering. It's in this moment Logan registers just how lonely he's been. Even with another warm body in the house, someone to share in the chores (quite on accident the blonde noticed one day), it just didn't really quell that feeling of wanting to have something more.
He's roused from his musings when the other draws ever nearer, and mismatched eyes find themselves glancing up into those ones so clear like glaciers, wondering at the hidden secrets just waiting to be thawed out. But touch will suffice: a hand cups Logan's cheek and the veteran inhales quietly, barely resisting leaning into it, that palm and those fingers. It's only now he's realized...just how long he's even wanted to simply be touched. But he has no time to think: those lips fall to his own and Logan's world stops. The kiss itself is sweet in nature, hesitant almost, but far too soon, it's done.
They remain in too close to even see one another, Logan's nose bumps his cheek and he makes a split second decision even if it might bite him later. A quick flick of the eyes upwards and it's all over, another kiss to those lips and this one is a little deeper, more tender but also...more hungry. A yearning so deep Logan trembles as each kiss ends and another begins, sending his world up in sparks. Even if this is dangerous...laying with an alien, a predator, potentially a killer...if the blonde has let his doom in from the bedroom door, then so be it.
He wouldn't take this back, not now. Not as they almost claw at one another, crawling further into the bed for a more comfortable tryst. Their eyes meet again and again in the transition: the blonde pinned to the bed beneath a body carved of marble. His silent guest is the one who descends for more kisses, how it starts out slow, timid, but now seems as if they create fire between them, the smoke dancing through their fingers and twisting through tousled strands of hair. Wandering hands rustle shirts and eventually slide beneath the cotton fabrics, little sighs escape when their lips have a moment to part before they're sealed again. This man knows what he's doing, rendering Logan breathless and deepening their kisses, making the veteran's mind go utterly blank in the moment.
Is it strange that Logan hopes to hear a muttered word on an alien tongue in the dark? Is it strange he yearns for this man even if he could end up killing him? In Logan's nightmares, the one from tonight...this shadow of a man crept in through the cracks of the Mimas station, but now that image is being torn apart by the way they seem to mesh in place: there is no space between them. Not that Logan would want any now, not when his hands slide up into that raven hair and tug ever so softly. Not when a blonde head leans back with a smack of their lips parting to expose his neck that mouth traces.
They come to level their eyes to one another's in the moonlight and simply stare a moment, the blonde trying to catch his breath, to right himself and not get lost in the throws of unexpected passion. But he bites his own bottom lip, leaning up for the gentle grace of their lips together to quell the racing of his heart. Even if he didn't understand what was happening and why it was coming to pass...he did know he didn't want it to stop anytime soon.
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bxd-kxrma · 2 months
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@achercn Replied: Shouldn't it be flashbang-
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“Ah yea, I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Sampo Koski has you covered!”
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“Flashbang!”
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prideraiised · 7 months
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|| Honestly gamers, 'can take charge' on Golds bimbo sheet was just me trying to find the most sfw way to say 'will be the dom' , it's sunday now so I can admit that.
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