#bye )

[crosaidi]

anyway yes hi happy sunday, he'll go down on his partner all day and quite appreciate the return favor 😏😏

[ronekos]

❝ okay if you smile at me like that one more time i’m going home you smug little shit. ❞

the perpetual dim lighting of the Fortress of Meropide lends an eternal twilight to its rooms, a comforting ambience that persists no matter the hour. / the underwater world's peaceful sounds serve as a wake-up call, rousing Wriothesley from slumber with great gentleness. upon waking, he stretches his arms upwards ( lazily ) while still in bed ; his thoughts unhurriedly gathering the threads of all the tasks and the responsibilities awaiting him for the day.

shifting slightly, he turns his gaze toward Clorinde : her form still & peaceful as she, too, seems to be waking up beside him at the moment. they lie proximately close to one another beneath the unassuming sheets, their mutual lack of clothing proving a speechless yet undeniable connection between them. after that : the flashes in his head are replaced by the memories of their shared moments from the previous night, the soft whispers & Clorinde's most wonderful sounds ... oh, how it was a welcome respite from their demanding roles in the fortress. ⸻ the faint bruises on her shoulders & back made the administrator laugh ever so slightly.

one hell of a respite indeed ...

& while a faint smile graces his lips as he admires the delicate contours of her semblance, the effortlessly graceful cascade of her hair over the pillow & the marks he & his mouth & nails left on porcelain skin … in this serene moment of intimacy, the weight of his duties seem to retreat, replaced by a profound sense of contentment. ( how incredibly rare. )

unable to resist the temptation to tease her, Wriothesley leans in closer, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek ; voice, still rough with sleep, shattering the otherwise tranquil dawn. ❛ Good morning, love, ❜ he murmurs, the tone at the tip of his tongue brimming with unsung tenderness. with a playful smirk, he pulls her closer, tightening his embrace around her slender form. / flushing his chest against her back & placing his open palms on either side of her hips.

for a while : he revels in the physical closeness, his lips leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along her exposed arm, continuing upwards to her shoulder before pausing at the delicate juncture of her neck. his breath, warm & inviting, dances across her skin as he responds to her threat with a husky, ❛ You wouldn't. ❜ & his words drip with confidence as he leans in further, capturing her lips with an intensity that challenges her to respond in kind.

& if she's not going to stop him while at it : Wriothesley continues to lose himself in the enchantment of their proximity, he leans further in ( as if humanly possible ). as their kisses deepen, he bites, he groans & pants. ⸻ the outside world, then, fading into oblivion, & their connection growing more fervent. with calloused hands that roam the soft skin of the duelist with the full intent to draw soft gasps from her, he notices how each & every kiss becomes a testament to the deep affection he holds for the woman who has found her way into his once-guarded heart.

[rv118a]

@swallowedblood​ & i are breaking up :/

[godsweep]

im really trying to save money rn but these uber eats/doordash promos that they keep sending really do be tempting me.

[reflectingchaos]

lowkey wanna toy with my honeyboy verse for prompto but i’m too freaking shy.

[shieldworn]

@thisforgottenlore​ | smooches : 17 . a kiss to kiss to hide from pursuers / blend in . ( from bruce (shrug emoji) )

❛ ——— WHAT ? ❜

The word is hissed with a certain stunned incredulity, though there’s not much room for argument given that those after them are practically on their tails. 

This —— hasn’t gone sideways, not really, but it’s a complicated extraction and normally he would be doing this by himself, but the lab down in the basement that held the information they needed required a more knowledgeable hand than his own. That part of the job’s done, but sometimes the getting out part is more difficult than the getting in, and it’s been a harrowing last hour. 

These streets are bustling, filled with people who certainly shouldn’t become involved in their troubles, and Steve was even loathe to come this way to begin with in case a fight broke out. Sometimes, though, one doesn’t always get what they want, and so straight through the back alleys it is. 

But before he can argue, one of the guards is rounding the corner, and before he can have much of a chance to protest or ask many other questions, he has a hand wrapped in his clothes and he’s hauled down into a kiss. 

And if this is all for the mission, then why the hell does it feel like the earth stops spinning for a minute? 

He’s —— stiff at first, startled and a little bewildered, but he’s aware of everything going on around them to an almost goddamned preternatural level, and their pursuers round the corner  —— and so he half-turns into it, returning the kiss and if it lasts a heartbeat longer than it was supposed to, it’s for the mission, right? 

It breaks. It breaks, and they’re getting a couple looks, but mostly people are ignoring them. Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable, Nat had once told him; God, did everyone get a primer on evading arrest in creative ways while he was out one day? 

He meets Bruce’s eye briefly, and there’s that —— faint awkwardness that settles on him, and he clears his throat.    ❛ Right, ❜   he says, finding footing.   ❛ Right, good —— call. Good call. ❜  Onward, Rogers, onward. His fingers flex, a deep breath is drawn in and exhaled shortly, and he taps Bruce on the shoulder.   ❛ Way’s clear, let’s go. ❜

[waywardsignns-moved]