#them... them

[gabisart]

powerpuff grls

[thatnamelessbutler]

Just wanted to share this fan art I made of chapter 16, don’t mind me–

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(ooc: MADE A LEGITIMATE SURPRISED ENDER NOISE AT THIS, GHGDAHGDS OH MY G OS H , , , THEY’RE SO GOOD I LOVE THEM,,,, THE ART STYLE, THE ENDERIAN LEGS, THE DETAILS ON THE OUTFITS, THE MASKS,,, JUST REALIZED BU HAS POINTY EARS LIKE THE ENDERMAN DOES, OH MY GOSH I AM CRYING THIS IS THE BEST THING I COULD’VE GOTTEN RIGHT BEFORE BEDTIME,,, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, LEMME JUST *happy cries so hard my glasses break* T H E M , , ,

[ingolds-archived]

@indeath.  —  18. a  kiss  during  combat .

     he’s far from stupid. time has taught him to be clever, to push his luck and back off when the situation is right. they know with the surety that the moon affects the tides that they are given a lot of freedom in terms of what they are allowed to get away with. nour turns something of a blind eye to their behavior, their attention, the adoration theo feels burn hot in their heart. they’re too old to be coy, and they don’t try to be. playing hard to get is a young man’s game.

     they’ve learned by now, however, that being direct is just as likely to scare nour off as it is to bring him closer. theo ponders, considers, comes up with ideas that they toss aside instantly. nour comes calling, and it suggests: bonding. like pack mates used to do, like soldiers did between advances.

     it’s unclear to them, still, how wolf expects this to go, all the way up to the point nour arrives. the wolf perks up, ears forward and hungry. they don’t let him get far; once the door is closed, theo backs him up against it, brackets him in with little more than their shoulders and their stature. a hand lands just to the right of their heart, fingertips placed on the warm skin above the neckline of their shirt. there’s a question in pupilless eyes, and then - testing, toying - nour pushes, an attempt to read, and theo bends with the movement. nour dimples sly, jumping ahead. wolf wants to play. wolf doesn’t expect nour to knock theo out at the knees, leg sweeping graceful and sightless, to dump them on their back.

     oh. that can’t be allowed.

     theo kneels, bracing large hands, and stands. he snaps forward, agile and quick, takes nour out at the waist. they’re not gentle; don’t have to be, with him, pain a fantasy and nothing else. nour’s back hits the carpet, and theo works fast, forearm braced across his shoulders, legs outside nour’s to arrest. their beast gloats, victory held between jagged teeth; the role reversal makes them arrogant. foolish. prone to failure, prone to usurping.

     a hand brushes their throat, their carotid, fingers tucking into the hair that curls at their nape. theo startles, not expecting such a soft touch, and nour’s leg bends at the knee, pressing to theo’s inner thigh. high up enough to be purposeful, low enough to allow a meager scrap of plausible deniability. their eyes dip, just for a second, to where neat, white teeth show between parted lips. nour leans up, the tendons in his neck flexing mesmerizing, strong, and theo’s eyelashes flutter just as that cold mouth brushes his. the contact is so soft they think they must be imagining it, must be dreaming, and when theo’s mouth slides warm, pushing firmer, nour allows it - for a moment.

     they’re on their back again. theo blinks up at the ceiling, tips their chin down to look at where nour is seated neatly in their lap, hands holding theo’s wrists down by their sides. his smile is curled triumphant, the edges teasing. the wolf is deathly silent, still stuck on the ghost of winter imprinted against theo’s mouth. nour only gives them two words:

     good try.

the overwhelming desire to kiss / accepting

[crimedealt-a]

@strawberryxdreams​ — "El cariño..." Ari coos sleepily, having studied the word for darling just to impress him. "Stay...just ten minutes longer." she shifts under the covers, pressing against his side, one leg hitching up on Juan's hip as her arms move to wrap around him. As if she was strong enough to stop him if he really wanted to get up. Lips press a sleepy trail up his neck and across his jaw, nibbling up to his ear. "It's cold out there and warm in here. With me."

a soft, sleepy rumble sounds from him, almost like a whispered chuckle, hand quickly dismissing his morning alarm. he feels the warm embrace of ari, and even without it, he knows he’ll remain anchored to their bed, even his life depended on getting out from under warm blankets, soft pillows and his beautiful partner. his lazy hold on her tightens, shifting so any small spaces between them disappeared. smile never fades from his lips, he falls asleep and wakes every morning with it now, knowing that she is by his side.

❛  well, i’m sure the gang wouldn’t mind if i took the day of to spend time with you, mi amor.  ❜  a hand roams to gently caress her leg, resting on his lip, before trailing up to her thigh, a soft squeeze as a subtle tease.  ❛  ... and if you’re cold ... well, i can certainly think of a way to warm you up a little more.  ❜

[shigashimura]