#s-soft

[nightincrow]

[hawnks]

tits or ass babe

//owo// Salem coming into my good Christian home to ask me this :0

ass

[slvrbnd]

@iterte​​​     /     gets a smooch     /     accepting

damp grass beneath bare feet, a scene repeated for more times than either had cared to count. always the same in the bigger picture. always different in its details. death willed it so. if one had to suffer death by her sister’s hands again & again & again, the least they could was lift the fear of the act itself.

dying was only easy if death wanted it to be.

they knelt down next to the body, broken & bruised & uninhabitable. not suitable for a soul a minute longer, little more than a cage. death scoffed. a cruel joke, stuffing souls, valuable & beautiful & breakable, into a vessel as unpleasant as the human body. a restraint they disliked & yet had to accommodate themselves with. 

but this was no time to reminisce. they had work to do & better start before the body beside them began to rot. it was such a simple act, too, leaning in, a gentle press of lips against lips & then - the body was left behind, but their friend, in her essence, was still there. not for long. soon she would be torn apart yet again only to begin the cycle anew. 

but in this moment, they had a few precious moments all to themselves. 

❛❛   come   .   ❜❜   death said, extending a hand & took pearl’s in theirs.   ❛❛   you still have much to see, my dearest.   ❜❜  

[bloominghands]

Casually blows her a kiss and waves at her from a yard away.

    A hand blooms on his shoulder from a yard away to gently boop his nose affectionately 

      // @freedcmwished

[demacianmage-a]

The assassin wandered over to the mage sitting on the ground by the small pond. Without a word, he sat beside her for a moment before laying his head in her lap, closing his eyes. This was a nice place to relax for now.

The moment of peace was all she wanted, and having him so close only made it better. He must’ve gotten through training acolytes for the day since he was here. Lux smiled and brushed her fingers through his hair, letting him find comfort in her grasp. “You have good timing. I was just about to head inside.” She chuckled and leaned in to kiss his head.

[atlaslain]

So maybe 'constant hugs' isn't what Materia and Spiritus meant by fighting for the safety of the world. 'Canoodling with the enemy' or whatever probably isn't a great look to the others. But who really gives a damn about this world, anyways? All that matters to him is Zack, the fact he's here, real, and they're together. For real, this time. So yeah, Squall's going to take every chance he gets to hug Zack, creep up behind him and wrap around him. And hope he doesn't open his big mouth about it.

squall thats gay     /     @revolverized​

          he can practically feel spiritus’ disapproval. it sure was an experience to be summoned up in front of an eldritch god for the ‘you do understand you’re fraternizing with the enemy, right?’ talk. zack imagines he’s lucky not to have been fried to a crisp for blithely responding that he’s not done nearly as much fraternizing as he’d like to, yet. 

so, yeah. he gets it. he knows they’re on opposite sides and even the gods are eyeing them with confusion. and, frankly, he doesn’t give a shit. nobody asked the gods to drag him into their war and nobody asked zack if he wanted to pick a side. he picks squall, and all the constant sneak-cuddles that come with him.

( zack’s had to get accustomed to differentiating between enemy attacks, and squall creeping up behind him for a quick bout of affection. )

“hey,” he greets as arms wrap securely about his waist and squeeze. his heart flips and that’s how he knows it’s squall: nobody else provokes these feelings in his chest. he’ll turn around in a moment and see about stealing a few kisses. now, he does precisely what he promised himself he would at every given opportunity, and takes one of squall’s hands. holds on tight. “did ya miss me that much?”

[kimjoongs-main]

you know that cute thing boys do where they sling their arm around your shoulder and kiss your forehead?? yeah that just happened and idk how to function anymore

[lumoire-archived]

✉   —  unprompted send by, @hatefueled

he brings both of the foxians hands to either side of his face. content in the feeling of his palms against his skin. its smooth, well… smooth enough, a bit rough where his jaw curves up to meet his ears. and at the right, there is clear marring beneath where his hair covers his eye. jiaoqiu has seen his face, briefly- but boothill is certain he remembers it… remembers enough. all the ranger gives him is a low hum, a note that rumbles deep in his chest. and after a moment, his turns his head- to nuzzle his face into one of jiaoqiu’s hands. it’s not like he’s never shown affection before, however brief. but his smile can be felt, just before he pushes a kiss to the center of his palm. as if he just cant help himself. / kisses for the fox ✨

                      jiaoqiu doesn't resist in the slightest,  allowing both his hands to be guided up to boothill's face. his palms settle there,  cupping cheeks that are surprisingly soft,  especially compared to the rest of the cyborg's frame.  there's a bit of roughness there,  but the foxian doesn't seem to mind.  he leans into it,  lips curving upward in a fond smile.  his gaze lingers on boothill's face.  though it flickers briefly towards the side where hair obscures one of his eyes.  jiaoqiu had seen what lay beneath it before.  it didn't change how he looked at him.  he had seen far too much in his lifetime to be unsettled by a thing like that.

                      his thumb brushes over boothill's cheek in a soft motion.  only softened further by the affectionate little chuckle that escapes him when boothill presses a kiss to his palm.   ❝   did you miss me that much,  boothill ?   ❞   jiaoqiu teases gently.  yet the subtle movements of his ear and the soft sway of his tail betrayed his own emotions.  he had clearly missed the cowboy just as much.  maybe even more.   ❝   i missed you.   ❞   he admits in return.  forehead pressing against the other before he slowly pulls back again.   

                      ❝   now tell me what you've been up to while you were gone.   ❞