@ghoulshells sent: 73 . height difference kisses where one person has to bend down && the other is on their tippy toes . / FFROM THOMA
muah muah prompts
The attempts to drag him down draw a giggle out of the demon, crimson eyes watchful and shadowed with amusement for his lover. ❝ Easy there, ❞ he jests, placing his hands on Thoma’s back as he brings him closer. However, all he does is press a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling the area with a puffy chuckle against the skin. ❝ Is this what you wanted ? ❞ Mischievous smile adorns olive features, tongue lightly running alongside his own canine as he gets closer still.
Of course, he eventually shifts his face so their mouths are finally aligned, not the best at depriving himself of what he also desired from the smaller man, self-indulgent as they both were.
But there’s a moment of thinking, a second of roguish playfulness as he suddenly puts his hands underneath Thoma’s thighs, firmly gripping and bringing them both upwards so he was now straddling his waist. An impish grin is the last thing seen before he finally locks him into a hungry kiss, voracity spurring on the roughness delivered to the other as he nips and marks and oh so dutifully takes. It’s a simple pleasure. Claws dig into the fabric of his legs, pads of fingers gently petting him as he seeks to drive him into distraction.
He wished he could look at him, but he has since learned humans weren’t exactly a fan of open eyes during kissing ( nor were other creatures ).
A smile curls against the kiss as he sucks a long before placed mark, giving a ‘hickey’ of sorts as an adieu before he pulls back from him, entirely too satisfied as he finally allows himself to look at his handiwork.
@ghoulshells : “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ” and ysin for this one ehe
❝ i know , i know . ❞ words that echoed within his mind endlessly , a sentence he carried on in his heart for as long as he could remember that gave him faith and strength to carry on , to keep on keeping on . they were absurd , the things he would do for so little in return , yet if they were given by the souls he considered ‘ beloved ’ , elidibus felt like he accomplished the impossible !
though their words carried no lies , elidibus still found himself praying they meant it sincerely , because the thought of one day losing them was heartrending . he wouldn’t allow fate to separate them — not if he protected them . they were his source of solace , his sun , and all the shiny things that lit up the sky gracefully . and as he reached over to hold their hand , a relieved sigh escaped his lips in a way to accentuate his tranquil state . please , don’t ever leave .
@ghoulshells : “ you’ve always been strong for me . let me return the favor . ” GIME THAT AZEM PAIN
❝ it doesn’t matter . ❞ muttered the younger of the two in a subtle tone , almost a whisper , as lithe palms reach for the other’s in a way so that he could have a touch of familiarity — because azem was soothing , light incarnate . the world was a better place if azem was in it .
now that small digits tenderly curled within azem’s hand , elidibus , with a softened smile blooming on his face , regarded them — and a familiar glint , almost as far as a shooting star , was perceived on mismatched hues of emerald and auburn .
❝ i know what you are capable of , and i know that you are strong . you are an unpredictable , yet magnificent phenomenon . this star does not deserve you and yet you are here . ❞
❝ my heart would ache knowing i can’t at least do something as small as a favor for you , when aware that you have climbed mountains for the sake of this star and its denizens . if you truly want to return a favor , then it’s yours : rest , azem . i will take care of everything . ❞
“ is this the part where i’m supposed to be heroic and say it’s just a scratch? ” vi testrun time (: ▸ @ghoulshells
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, & it is harder, still, to keep the smile from growing over her lips, in spite of vi’s wound staring her straight in the face. she never could keep herself from smiling or laughing at vi’s jokes, & they were never few and far between in light of peril or injury. she was like sunlight tiding over a gentle ocean horizon, just before the waves careened into the shore: radiant & mesmerizing in all of her charm, impossibly bright & vibrant, & a beacon that shines even in the darkest of skies beyond the veil of thickening clouds.
caitlyn takes their hand, while her other one trails upwards to vi’s face to give a chastising pinch to their cheek. clearly, they were fit enough to be able to spill a few jokes, but the injury is certainly nothing to gloss over.
“ sit still, ” caitlyn instructs, shaking her head. her voice is firm, almost commanding, in a way, but she supposes it’s an energy she has picked up over the years in her career. a corner of her mouth rises in a crooked turn, just as a soft sigh flitters past painted lips. “ yes, i suppose that would be heroic of you, but then again, lying isn’t so heroic. it’s more than a scratch, & you & i both know it. ”
she reaches for the small first aid kit strapped to her belt - line, grabbing gauze pads & antiseptic from within the pouch. it isn’t much, but it will do for the moment. “ you’ve lost a lot of blood, vi. ” caitlyn presses the gauze to the wound, moving one of vi’s hands over it. “ put pressure on it. i’ll tidy up the rest of your cuts. but we should get moving as quickly as possible. they’ll be back. ”
caitlyn cleans off the rest of the smaller nicks, then extends a hand down for vi to take. “ come on, we cannot linger here. what will i do if i have to put in the paperwork for your replacement ? ”
she smiles, still half - crooked, but fuller than the last. vi will be fine. she always is. caitlyn cannot imagine a world where she doesn’t come out on the other side; she doesn’t want to.
A SELF INDULGENT MEME / always accepting | @ghoulshells | ❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do / jean and kaeya
TO ERR – ? HUMAN. A fleeting mistake, as momentary as a breeze, they stand in the air that stretches between them ; acting grand marshal, with papers in her hand ; he, dutiful knight, ever her aid. ‘Tis duty that unites them more often than not, for she has little time for the flights of fancy that charm him to Mondstadt’s populace.
He is ever LOVED. For his eccentrics and flair did the people adore him.
“ I’ll not critique your methods – “ Unorthodox as they were. The Marshal had never doubted him, nor would she. In the quiet they could be honest with each other, but Jean seldom pressed further than what pertained to their missions. The wind oft hardened ice if not carrying suitable flame, and what fire dare she light to provide ? None. He was beautiful, strange and out of her reach.
But he smiles at her. She knows the mischief, knows the slight of hand, and yet she bends like a spectator to the faux sorcerer enchanting peasants for a penny.
She is human, to err is only natural. FORGIVE ? ah, she’d beg herself of that before demanding it of him – she knows better when the icy hand reaches for her cheek, knows her weaknesses when her breath stalls like a traveller taking their first step in the tundra, and knows her flaws when he lingers bar a breath away.
Unorthodox. To forsake one’s duty for just a moment.
“ Kae – “ she doesn’t even finish his name before the step back knocks the books from her desk, cascading leather and page alike as Jean winced and turned her head. The shock was like being dunked in ice ( ironic, it was, the turn of phrase ) and threw her back to sense.
“ You may return to your duties now. “ She’s thankful to be turned away from him ; he would not see how her skin burned. She clinked the papers on the desk. “ Thank you for your help. ”
@ghoulshells ➜ submitted! ( it's been a nsfw night fam )
Devilish expression reflects in his gaze when the mood hits him. Sees the way that Riku looks trying to determine what to get from the shop they had decided to venture into. There’s something in the way he’s concentrating which makes his mind start to roam in places and that’s when the plan comes to mind. The vision alone of Riku squirming against his touch, by his mouth summons pink to his cheeks but the moment he shakes it away is the moment his plan is placed into action. And it started when he’s reaching for his boyfriend’s hand, tugging him along into one of the changing rooms, slamming him against the wall and pressing his body firm against him, evil smirk paints freckled features.
He hears the startled sound mixed with confusion, the reaction alone entices Neku more. The thrill of the chase, or in this case; the excitement of risk. He doesn’t care. He’s going to be in the moment and he’s already decided what he wants and how he plans to go about it. And what he wants is Riku. Hunger stares him down when hands press to his shoulders, pushing himself up on his toes to steal a heated kiss to silence him, one hand soon slides down his body, toying with his shirt and working to loosen up the pants blocking what he’s after.
His kiss travels down his neck, teeth grazing flesh and feasts upon Riku’s taste. He’s leaving a mark behind and feels those hands reaching out for him, feels himself being shifted long enough for them to lock eyes, hunger burns for the male before him.
They’re going to catch us.
Neku presses a finger to his lips, shushing him on the spot before easing in to replace the digit with his lips for another fleeting kiss. “ Then you best watch how loud you get so they don’t. “ it’s a challenge. How far can he go until Riku either loses himself or someone attempts to open up the door to the locked fitting room they were currently in. He’s once again pressing himself against Riku, a hand slides in to take claim over what he wants.
Fingers toy against the cock before wrapping around, giving a teasing stroke while face dips into the crook of his neck. He can hear the way his breathing staggers, hand digs more, feels the way it’s growing more against his grasp.
“ How’s it feel? “ Neku edges, lips ghost near the shell of Riku’s ear when he keeps working them up, rewarding him with a playful nip against flesh of his neck. The hand currently not buried and busy in his pants reaches up, thumb presses over bottom lip, brushing light as he watches him trying to keep it together.
It’s the way he feels the hips roll against his hand which tells him what he needs to know, he might be quiet with his sounds but Neku can read his expression pretty damn well.
“ Maybe I’ll drop to my knees, think they’ll notice me blowing you off in here? “
Neku’s playing with fire but he doesn’t mind one bit if he gets burned in the process. So much so that he makes his way towards the bench, hand stopping long enough to hook against belt loops and tug him along before he sits in front of him, eyes shift to the side where he can see his reflection in the mirror while hands work to pull him out completely.
He tilts his head up, eyes lock and sees where Riku is watching with his own silent observation but Neku swears he can make out the flushed pink painting his cheeks. Another teasing stroke of his hand, positioning his cock in front of his lips, puckering a kiss against the tip before tongue slides out, giving him a teasing lick, taking in his taste.
His hand supports the base, keeping him right where he wanted when a starved look glances up to him, the flat of his tongue easing up the shaft from bottom to top before it’s finally added to his hot mouth. Neku feasts, head bobbing, his gaze shifts to see their reflection again, sees the way Riku looks mouth fucking him..
A hand rests against Riku's hip to make sure he keeps him exactly where he wants him, feels the way those hips snap forward, pumping to the back of his throat. Neku's created a rhythm, teasing him with light vibrations of his lips here and there as he maintains his goal to work Riku up to the point that he has no choice but to swallow his release whole.
He tastes the precum and it’s a tease to his tongue but licks it up all the same, relaxes the back of his throat to ensure he can take him in, feeling the tip hit the very spot he’d been sucking him into. He’s on a mission and with the noise he hears that escapes from Riku’s lips, with the way he feels those hips shove forward, he knows he’s close to getting his reward.
And the moment he does, he stills himself, feels hands drop to the back of his head, thrives off the feeling of his hair being pulled when his mouth is flooded with Riku’s climax, ensures to keep himself attached until he’s swallowed every last drop and only then would he pull himself back, licking over his lips and giving him a proud smirk.
“ You did so good, you know. “ he praises, leaning back against the wall the bench had been attached to so the other could have time to process what had happened and fix himself up. Neku’s smug. Mission accomplished. He licks his lips again and enjoys the aftertaste Riku has left behind.
@ghoulshells , childe ; [ tuck ] sender tucks in receiver’s shirt, hair behind ear, etc.
she cherishes moments like this. the soft touches, the lack of witty banter. not that she minded childe’s quips. it always kept her on her toes not knowing what would come out his mouth at any given moment. but these moments where they didn’t need to exchange words and he let her see a softer side to him were always her favorite.
as he tucks strands of hair behind her ears, keqing places her own hand over his own to keep it in place as she presses her cheek against his palm. she allows her eyes to fall shut for a moment. he may not know it, but that small gesture is important among any feline. in spite of everything, keqing feels comfortable and safe around him.
a content sigh escapes past her lips and after a brief moment, she’s glancing up at him again with a gentle smile. she takes in every detail she can — the warmth of his hand, his calloused fingertips against her cheek, the way her heart picks up its pace any time she’s near him. all these little details she wants to keep ingrained in her memory.
push and pull : hands that grab at strong hips , matching every roll of theirs with his own . lips that trail throat . he could tear it out with his teeth , could kill them right her . could bleed out if they decided to do the same . pulse quick , teeth catching on the soft flesh beneath her jaw .
gods , they could kill each other right here if they wanted . open and vulnerable . tartaglia finds thrill in this , in them , with every matching grind of their hips that makes him breathless .
fingers work , lifting tsume up and off of his lap . pushes down soft cloth , wishing to free of her of the remaining confines of their clothes . they feel too distant . he wants them closer , against him , in him . to mark tsume up in every way possible and perhaps consume them , this violent cacophony in his head that craves flesh and bone and iron .
❝ 'm gonna fuck you now . ❞
@ghoulshells : unprompted : always accepting.
𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙱𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼, &. suddenly tsume finds themself befalling to ravenous teeth &. hands that awake the feral yokai from all those moons ago. the bakeneko hungers, it is starvation that draws them to him despite knowing how easily the infamous bloodhound could fillet soft belly open &. string their guts across the floor as if they are naught but ichoric rope. they should be terrified of how childe growls into their ear; paws at lithe frame all greedy &. void of any mercy to the point where his touch is leaving bruises in the shape of palms &. fingerprints o’er the canvas that is tsume’s skin. kagekiri never feared him back then, why start now ? not when the urge to flash pearly white fangs just before tearing out jugular proves to be a primal one lurking wild in gut. he should know better than to sleep with a creature whose teeth are just as sharp as his own, foolish little boy. low will the growl ripping forth from vocals be, all the while clawed digits hook into shoulder blades &. killer hips rock against his own. taunting, silently begging him to pin them beneath &. ravage this unholy vessel. pant, pant. lips find refuge in the column of the harbinger’s neck &. when not peppering with kisses, they are sucking, biting, bringing forth florets of bruises sure to linger over the next week.
“ childe. ” tsume moans simply for the sake of saying his name, a particularly hard grind &. torque of hips being enough to momentarily numb their mind. heat pooling in gut, all encompassing warmth leaving them yearning for more, more, more. let me be greedy. let him be mine. they pull away from his neck, only for hands to grasp strong jawline in one hand, fervent lip - lock accompanied by tugging of his lower lip with canine fang. gods. the way he makes them crave him is annoying, but it is an urge they cannot resist no matter how hard they try. as if childe would let them in the first place. tsume’s hands are carving communion into his skin, red &. bloody ‘fore their frames shift &. suddenly they’re under him with a less than gentle THUD.
want, want, want. in the most carnal fashion. challenge sparks within blue - gold eyes as they peer up at him, lids heavy with lust, a leg coming to rest on back. the other will find it’s place there soon enough too; they know childe will make sure of it. “ show me just how rough you can be with me, pretty boy. ” bakeneko demands as wan digits work into his pants &. pump hardened length. it’s a taunt, to entice him further. if he’s going to fuck them, then he better make it the best both of them have ever had.
