#also theyre in love

[cloversdreams]

cheebs acquired !!

[vwwiskers]

[snkts]

[ FURTHER ]

Victor and Logan >:3c

Dealer’s choice on who is carrying.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.

They had no excuse for being like this. They didn’t need one. There was nothing to do in this place except for each other, so, hey. Why not indulge in that? And indulge they would. Right now. 

The hallway is abandoned aside from them. Nobody to interrupt. 

Victor always kisses him like he’s starving. Like Logan is the air he breathes. It’s dizzying and addicting and Logan can never get enough. He’s got his hands gripping at Victor’s short, silky hair, forcing him to continue the kiss - as if he’d pull away on his own. As if in response to the ridiculous notion, Vic digs his claws into Logan’s hips. Logan snarls. Victor purrs. Too long - they'd been apart too long. The mission had taken a whole damn week, and they’d been sent to different zones, and that was too long. 

“Fuck, Vic.” He mumbles against those demanding lips. His hands slide across Vic’s broad shoulders, to his neck, to the sides of his face. His thumbs run along those high cheekbones and his fingers scritch into Victor’s sideburns. He pulls Victor’s face closer still, and Victor responds with a heady groan and tugs at his hips again. 

“Missed you.” Vic says, dragging his mouth off Logan’s to scrape teeth against his jaw, his pulse, his jugular. Logan has never loved his fangs more than when they’re buried in his neck. He can feel skin break and blood drip and he damn near whines when Victor’s jaw clamps down harder. “Missed you so much, babe.” 

“Yeah?” Logan manages, splaying his fingers across Victor’s chest. “How much?” Without prying his teeth from Logan’s neck, Victor dips and grabs him under the thighs and lifts. The noise Logan makes is halfway between a gasp and a growl. 

“Want me to show you?” He can hear the smirk in Vic’s voice. 

“Yes.” Logan tugs at the collar of Vic’s uniform. Vic bites harder and digs his claws into Logan’s thighs and Logan arches. “Please.” Vic purrs, low and deep and rumbling. 

“Mind your manners, Logan.” 

“Fuck you.” It’s a lot harder to sound stubborn like this. Easy for Victor to look smug. 

“That's the plan.” Logan can feel him grinning even as his mouth moves to the soft skin of Logan’s throat. Logan’s breath catches. “So long as you keep askin’ nice.” Logan said nothing, only groaned as he felt his back press against the wall. Victor’s mouth is hot and wet and insistent and it makes everything else feel less important. Being apart didn’t matter. The mission didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were together now. All that mattered was Victor. Logan’s claws extend, tearing through the skin of his hands. It’s a rough pain, jagged, but it’s worth it. The way Vic hisses when Logan drags his claws down his back is priceless. Then the wall behind him is gone. Vic’s arms, sturdy and strong, keep him in place, and they’re moving. Not too far, but far enough that Logan has enough time to think to glance over his shoulder and actually do so. (That takes a lot longer when Victor’s found the pulse on the other side of his neck.) Oh. That’s the bunk door. 

Perfect. 

Logan’s had enough practice that he only fumbles a little when feeling for the door handle. He gets it open and Vic kicks it closed behind them. The cot creaks its protest when they land on it, but neither man pays it any mind. They’ve got better things to think about. Victor pushes Logan’s shirt up, rucking the fabric as high as it would go, and sinks his teeth deep into the muscle of Logan’s chest. Logan moans, but doesn’t miss Vic’s pleased purring.

“Welcome home, babe.”

Yeah, it’s good to be home.

[insertcreativenamehereplease]

Spirit x Sadako because I love them. They're both vengeful onryōs and I love them. Their ship name is Seaglass. I genuinely don't know if this is a rare-pair or not. There's no tag for them. :(

[thetoadcrow]

I need people to understand there's a difference between

covered in blood and close to death (sad)

and

covered in blood while still holding the weapon (sexy)

[mrtequilasunset]

Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[clay-pidgeon]

im of the personal opinion you can be in a romantic relationship platonically. this makes sense to me and thats what matters

[tooquirkytolose]

~The Most Beautiful Woman in The World~

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[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[ruporas]

realizing it’s mutual (ID in alt)

[plagalkey]

late night takeout (street racing au)

[coolerdracula]

saying “visual style" because, for example, if you would swap your current wardrobe for an identical, ethically made counterpart, there would be no visible change

[cthulhum]

i lied theres no sex. were gonna sit down and watch supernatural while we analyze the way almost every character is queer coded especially dean

[kazehita]

more traveler than rogue

[mirpkechi]

this is me btw . . . me when online frienfds . . . me when close mutuals . . . me talking to the silly people in my phone . . .