also no i do not think the cullens are repeating high school forever LMAO GET THEIR ASSES IN COLLEGE MAYBE also yes bella does go and get a degree in library sciences with a focus in archival studies
the days seemed to brush past them, with those spent apart seeming to drag on faintly while the ones spent together always felt shorter than they should be.
blade only made his way to him when he thought it safe, and even then he had to sneak into his home, into his bed, to share precious time together. more often than not, jing yuan happily surrendered his own sleep in exchange for his touches; the way he steadily shifted beneath the covers, tangled fingers in his hair and drew his legs around himself, how they often quipped who would be given the lead, hoe he sometimes teased him even though the general was still half asleep— it was a good way to live, and a good way to love.
it came as no surprise that jing yuan's heart seemed to swell whenever the stellaron hunter was near. an old friend had returned to solemnly express his affections, half-heartedly warning him and offering him opportunities to refuse his attempts to be closer, and yet the general had chosen to leave himself wide open. he had been adamant to avoid bringing harm to jing yuan in any capacity, yet he knew his presence was dangerous and rejuvenating all the same.
what a strange love they shared, but one the general clung to with all his heart.
he had entered his home the same as usual, that night, but jing yuan found himself awake, longing quietly for his arrival, though thr chances were always slim. when his door did open, it was he who rose and moved to greet the other. dressed down and with his hair loose, jing yuan made his way to the doorway, promptly grasping blade's chin and wrapping an arm around his middle, almost against the small of his back.
he leaned closer, brushed his lips faintly against the hunter's, enjoyed the warmth of his breath, the familiar softness, and tilted his head. lips parted some more against his lover's, offering a kiss that seemed barely noticeable, a small shift that introduced it all at once, even though it was an open, slow and lingering one. the general drew his darling closer with it, too, a soft press against his lower back seeing them comfortably chest to chest, and when their lips parted they did so barely. golden eyes settled on that vibrantly crimson pair, and jing yuan smiled; softly, lazily. welcome back.
arlo jude: 11. A kiss to the neck
keeping jude on his lap was one of his favourite pastimes, second perhaps only to listening to him praise the dragon to the high heavens. it wasn't unusual that the two should end up tangled together like that, but he also enjoyed simply lazing about while feeling his fellow god's chest resting against his own.
that day, he had claimed an armchair with the intention to nap, and vine had crawled onto his lap with the specific intention to steal his focus. it wasn't unusual, and arlo didn't mind it, either, although he would have preferred, this time, if he could have instead done so after that intended nap of his.
still, he allowed him close, pushed his fingers beneath his shirt and let them boldly trace along his torso. ❛ i was hoping to doze, ❜ he complained, lightly, head tipped back to more easily watch the other. those freckled cheeks still drew a small smirk to his features; a testament to both beauty and chaos plastered right onto his face. that human form of his had been chosen well.
he leaned closer, not particularly finding anything the other may counter to dissuade his choice to lull himself to sleep through affection. his lips found his jaw first, soft and innocent kisses pressed against his skin first, growing more open but also more lethargic as he wandered down to his neck, the odd graze of teeth introduced along the way, and fingers grasping gently at his hips. ❛ incorrigible, ❜ he murmured against his throat, eyes closed and, in juxtaposition to his complaint, lips contently continuing to occupy the area.
yumia: 18. A kiss while laughing
mia seemed awfully fond of riling him up, but he had figured that would be the way of things from the very beginning, anyway.
she was cheeky, smart and riddled with audacity, all traits yulan found perfectly attractive. above all else, though, she could keep him on his toes. he was a man who enjoyed being unpredictable, who had poor impulse control and did whatever crossed his mind with little regarding for the consequences, though he was typically quite aware of them.
their time spent together was often handsy, physical and indulgent, but they also maintained engaging conversations, joked about and bickered pleasantly. it was, as such, no surprise that she should manage to tickle his sense of humour just right in the middle of his efforts to strip her down.
he had lifted her onto a sideboard and tossed his own shirt aside already, eagerly fidgeting with her blouse and bra and waging a war between want and dexterity. whatever lame joke she had murmured out struck just the right cord and just as yulan managed to undo the hooks of her underwear, he stammered briefly and broke out into laughter.
it was a rarer sound, something light and joyful from someone who was thoroughly sinister and nihilistic otherwise. he braced himself against the surface of the furniture for a moment, cheeks soon aching faintly and after he took a deep breath and quelled that laugh just somewhat, he lifted his head and offered a few kisses, grinning and chuckling against her lips.
❛ you fucking idiot, ❜ he huffed out amusedly, _affectionately_. ❛ you're throwing off the foreplay. ❜
wriolette: 12. A kiss along the collar bone
the iudex was a startlingly fast learner. in fact, wriothesley had been entirely sincere when he had told him that he would overtake him in the future when it came to well-placed touches, with ease.
to some, it may seem odd that the duke toyed with the sensation of surrender. trust was a difficult concept for a man who had been betrayed so thoroughly multiple times in his life, most notably in his youth, but neuvillette was the closest to earning his sincere faith.
given his quiet reverence towards the dragon, such should come as little surprise.
he had waited for him in the chief justice's flat, had drawn him closer and chatted away gently, teasing and quipping about this and that, and eventually nudged him to the sofa, where he could comfortably straddle his lap. neuvillette's hands tended to move with purpose but inquisitively all the same; he enjoyed touching him and once he grew confident in certain areas, wriothesley found that he quite easily stole his breath away.
that evening, he had peeled him out of his shirt skillfully, delicate fingers roaming his body as they had many times before, and still the warden shuddered under the odd touch, grew warmer and needier. his own fingers sat at the back of his lover's neck, pushed into that long, silken hair of his as they kissed.
his heart beat heavily in his chest, his breath grew shallow and the longer his dear offered such intimate, slow affection, the more he found himself softly lost in warmth, lulled into complacency. he must have realised that the duke's breathing became slowly unsteady, as the iudex shifted his lips to his jaw somewhere along the way, gifting him with soft, open kisses that grew wetter as he moved towards his neck. ironically, that shift only seemed to make breathing more difficult.
a deep inhale allowed for a drawn sigh afterwards, neuvillette's name mixed airily into it, but the dragon continued his gradual exploration along his skin. by the time he found his collarbones, wriothesley had canted his head back slightly, pressed as close to his beloved as he could without obstructing him, and felt sparks travelling up his spine, bubbling hints of anticipation and pleasure alike.
❛ are you... teasing me, monsieur neuvillette ? ❜ he questioned, audibly out of breath but playful nonetheless, and inhaled deeply afterward, only to feel goosebumps forming along his arms. ❛ it feels like you're trying to rile me up. ❜
zhongchi: 39. A tentative kiss
that childe would be injured was nothing unusual. he often returned to him with plenty of bruises and scrapes and typically saw the consultant patching him up in his time spent by his side. it usually didn't cause him to stay his hand, either, although he had to admit that a split lip did not particularly lend itself to affectionate displays.
he sighed softly, silently, wistfully to himself as he watched his darling. he spent most of his time away from liyue, away from him, and not making the most of their time spent together seemed a waste. still, the thought of his blood on his tongue did not particularly strike him as appealing.
while zhongli was finishing his tea, ajax carried the dishes to the kitchen, a perfectly normal and domestic course of events, and one that only had him more mournful of his split lip. he had resisted kissing him thus far, pointed out that it would be bad for his injury, that it would sting and he did not wish to cause him discomfort, and had been pouted at sufficiently for it.
... still, he thought it wasn't fair to hold back when he so seldom enjoyed his company. as such, the former archon abandoned his cup and pushed to his feet, followed after the harbinger and gingerly caught his hand first, and his cheek second, turning him towards himself and canting his head back slightly. then, he leaned closer, hesitated for a moment and ever so faintly pressed a kiss as far from the injury as he could, and another against his cheek.
❛ let's see if doctor baizhu had a potent remedy tomorrow, ❜ he suggested, kept him close and offered an apologetic, softly sheepish smile. ❛ i miss kissing you too much to sit idly by. ❜
kavetham: 15. A kiss along the hips
kaveh enjoyed it when alhaitham initiated most of anything, really, and while the scribe was typically simply too lazy to take the first step, he was not immune to bolder moods.
such shifts were more rare, and he tended to be content with holding him close and exchanging their usual, albeit gentler bickering, but his partner was beautiful, and alhaitham most assuredly aware of it. he loved to pamper him every now and again, to draw colour to his cheeks and leave him with messy hair and out of breath, and that day was one such occasion.
typically, the scribe moved swifter. he did not care too much to tease for too long and liked to offer the architect what pleasure he could, although some days saw him indulging in a more lethargic fashion.
that day, he had laid him on his bed and took his time drawing his clothes from him, often returning to kiss him in-between, until there was nothing left to strip him off. his fingers wandered liberally, but as they traced smooth skin he inevitably thought his lips ought to follow their paths, too.
his lips travelled lower, occupied themselves with his chest first, his stomach after that and eventually settled on his hips. he felt him shift faintly beneath himself, one of his hands buried in that grey hair of his, and teeth worrying a soft mark against his pelvis. he heard him exhale his name and glanced up, reached for his free hand to tangle their fingers and hummed contently against his skin; maybe he really would end up teasing him a little, just for once.
mozeqiu: 31. A kiss to the inner thigh
he was startlingly gorgeous. jiaoqiu had always been beautiful, of course, but moze had not had the capacity to appreciate such beauty for the longest time.
his features were delicate, his hands warm and voice soothing, his skin smooth, enticing, distracting. he had kissed his way down his torso, slow and inquisitive, tracing lips and tongue across his chest, his stomach, his hips, and still he found his thigh to be particularly captivating.
he could watch that vibrant blush from there, could feel muscles straining not to twitch, arousal slowly growing. he looked good, too good, and it had the assassin shift his leg comfortably over his shoulder, one hand settling atop it before he leaned closer and pressed and open, wet kiss against his skin first. his eyes unwaveringly lingered on the foxian's features, focused entirely on every little shift in expression he might gift him.
moze wondered whether he could draw more sounds from him, whether his diligent attention could coax his name from his lips more and more, and earn him praise he usually did not care much for but lapped up when it was offered while he lingered between his legs. strange, that he should find such comfort in freely offering another pleasure.
he couldn't help himself but to allow a flash of teeth. they grazed his skin gently at first, then lingered as he nursed a mark into it, though his were never too dark, never meant to linger too long but often rather slips of composure. ❛ jiaoqiu, ❜ he murmured lowly, fingers grasping more firmly at his leg, though careful not to cause discomfort, and merely another, indulgent hum offered as he placed another few kisses along the inside of his thigh.
also if were talking twilight, renesmee did not happen. to me. like bella NEVER expressed interest in wanting kids. ever. not once. i feel like the idea would be incredibly horrific to her. she very much desires agency over her own body, hence why she always argues with edward that its HER CHOICE to be turned or not. pregnancy does not allow you to have that agency so 🤨
