#awkwardxmon

[eldunea]

      “she’s just as ugly as a woman as she is as a man.”

[panickypaladin]

Too late, Hunk, he's already doing it. "I'm sorry." His eyes are burning. "I hold the team back. I'm incompetent and unworthy and I'm...I'm /sorry/." And he's gone, just as quickly as he appeared.

“Lance! Nnnooo! Don’t listen to that jerk!”

[bloody-little-lullaby]

Seguin sighs, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls Aeduuard closer. Gently carding his fingers through the others hair and leaving a soft trail of kisses up his neck. Licking the skin there and hardly suppressing a shiver. Whether it's more just the taste of his knight or the feeling of a pulse against his tongue is difficult to tell.

"Alright love, I know you aren't weak," he hums in response, a purr rumbling in his chest despite his reservations.

His bite is neat, and the release of pleasurable venom and the calming touch of his power are a bit more intense than normal. He can't really help it, no more than he can help the relieved groan that escapes him. His beloved's blood is second to none, and he doesn't really know why. It makes him feel good. Stronger than drinking from any stranger he'd tricked in a bar.

He doesn't want to think right now, just enjoy the hot rush of life flowing down his throat. His grip tightens just a bit, and he's a bit reluctant to pull away. Lapping at the punctures to close them, nuzzling Aeduuard and purring loudly.

"Thank you love," he murmurs "Let me...get you something to eat and drink. I took a little more than normal. Do you want me to carry you?"

Truthfully, he doesn't want to let go. His thumbs rubbing soft circles against Aeduuard's hips, face still pressed against the other's neck. But...with that amount venom, and the blood taken his knight would need something.

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@awkwardxmon

[victorlimadelta]

//slaps a golden star on ur face <333 i luv u

WHAT

[rynuk]

@awkwardxmon​ || xXx

Oh no, that would not fly with the tyrak.

“I’ll stomp on their entrails!” Oro snarled, wings spreading above his back as he bared razor sharp fangs. He was already sniffing the air for any remainder of the culprit’s scent, no one hurt his friends and got away with it! “No one will lay another hand on you as long as I breathe.”

[changeandmovingon]

                         —— » [ @awkwardxmon​ ] said:      

         Lance is just going to cup Shiro's cheeks, pull him down a little bit, and /kiss the hell out of him/. He's in some desperate need for attention and affection, so sue him. Besides, kissing Shiro is always good~

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⌈  —   The moment that soft touch caressed his face, silver eyes turned towards his love. At seeing Lance, Shiro smiles softly, letting himself leaned to enjoy the kisses and attention the other provided, and of course, reciprocating it just as much intensity as it was given to him.

He let out a soft growl, not helping himself as he just loved kissing Lance. But feeling the desperate need from him, Shiro carefully broke the kiss but not before giving him a quick peck on the tip of the Cuban’s nose.

         “Whats wrong, baby? Need some attention? Sorry, I guess I had been working a bit too much for you liking, huh? Don’t worry, I’m all yours now.”⌋

[stylesofh2o-a]

🚿 //yoichi would totally do this on purpose just saying uwu

Send 🚿 or ‘Whoops!’ to walk in on my muse in the shower!     The warm spray was welcomed, cleansing him free of copper-tasting crimson and dirt. Having minded his own business in the interest of other affairs, Izaya wandered about the wrong side of Ikebukuro when he encountered the brute of the city. Having miscalculated his steps in his escape, he got snagged by the coat and met with an elbow to the nose. Mind still a bit foggy, Izaya simply finds himself standing in the shower as hands angle palms up to cup some of the warm spray before it slips between fingers.      He doesn’t shift much when the shower curtain is nudged open. “Noisy,” Izaya murmurs, letting his eyes fall close as his head dips under the spray. “I heard you come through the front door,” he says, tipping his head over to note the mob boss close behind him.     “Mm, don’t pay mind to the bruising, I’ll ice it later,” a smile threatens his lips as he turns to face the other. His hands reach out, pulling the other male closer. His face dips into the crook of the other’s neck in an attempt to avoid the other’s analysis of the damage to the purpling tissue beneath his eye. His arms wrap around the other, hands coming from the back to grip at the Yoichi’s shoulders as he pushes them towards the cool tile of the shower.      “Stay tonight?” 

[strongest-conviction-archive]

continuation from here: x

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⌈ —  Shiro chuckled as he held Lance in his arms, seeing how happy the other was. He then proceeded to ruffle the cuban’s hair.

           “Rough day, huh?”⌋