#but im shackled to it

[dog-girl-zezora]

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[meinqiwu]

initiating touch…

[stil-lindigo]

a non-comprehensive guide to my favourite characters in claymore, the best manga you've never read (more under the cut)

don't know what I'm talking about? here's a crashcourse.

[dovewingkinnie]

i feel like one of those people who used to draw sexy baldi back in 2018 except this is just how i draw men

[choccy-sippy]

gay vampy art to end the year <3

[parcoeurs]

2024 Met Gala - Dimitrios Kambouris, Dia Dipasupil

[heavtheange]

Thinking about this scene during Than-less and Coma-nos times.

[bouquetofalliums]

yeah ill be real idk what's going on between those two

rbs are v cool guys:)

[saatoruus]

summary ⭑.ᐟ your spouse/bf/etc xiangli comes home late from work (as usual) after not seeing you at all. he missed you sooooo much you wont be able to walk without wobbling for the morning after !

w.c. 900

warnings ! anypov, lovesick xiangli, no dialogue, nsfw, tame/vanilla, sex !!! mdni

a.n ´ˎ˗ just a littl one for tonighttt.... ive been 2 busy w commissions and staring at him ingame to rly write much but (batting eyelashes) its always so fun when i do !!! stay tuned for ur next installment in ???yrs

xiangli wasnt usually one for intimacy, nor did he exactly have the time to indulge in anything like that — not with countless responsibilities, the moon tree lodge, festival and his regular expected research progress. god, if anyone needed a break, it was yao.

and that's exactly what he got when he started properly going out with you, 'work breaks' in copious amounts. it was a wonder how he even kept his head on straight most days. in fact, his situation was almost entirely flipped on its head after you two were official. the both of you went at it like damn rabbits; whenever he'd have a gap in his schedule or some time to kill without it being long enough to take you out somewhere nice n' proper, it'd usually result in two tangled, out of breath bodies pressed up so close it almost seemed like you had melded together into one.

it was especially frequent when he finally got home after a lengthy day—and near night—at the academy without being able to see you briefly inbetween projects, his coat being slipped hastily from his shoulders, those soft lips pressed so tenderly up against yours, ever gentle, despite the gnawing need in his chest for you close to him. his hands would always follow that same path: starting on your hips - a gentle squeeze, a tug so you'd be pulled flush against his own - so close that the hard outline of him was evident against the crease of your thigh meeting your hip, despite clothed. up your waist, achingly slowly, as if you weren't desperate enough for him already, he took his sweet time, always, making sure you soaked in every ounce of pleasure and anticipation he gave you.

those long, deft fingers would trace every little line and section he could; as if a calculation, his quiet appreciation for your anatomy, your soft skin beneath his fingertips. after your waist it was your chest, the cold of his robotic arm sending goosebumps rising in its wake. by now, he was grinning, aptly aware of each shuddering little breath that left you, each soft gasp or feeble grasp at his pants waistband, you were just as lovesick as he was, and it made his eyes near sparkle in the dim light of your livingroom.

it wasnt long before the two of you, beyond worked up, were in your shared bed; soft orange glow from the lamp in the corner settling beautiful shadows across that pretty face of his. the way he looked at you when you were together, sex or not, had your heart swelling in your chest, drawing out a smile every time. he was infinitely gentle until specified otherwise, more than happy to give it to you rougher than normal when you wanted it. but tonight, the dull, slight sound of his robotic hand working the sex between your legs was just a quiet background element behind the two pairs of laboured, heavy breaths and mumbled kisses.

it was almost painful how good he was with that damn thing. granted, he was renown for being... practically a genius, it was unsurprising that he'd made something so seamlessly human in its motions—despite how scrambled your poor pleasure-drunk brain was as a result of the metal fingers on and around you, you were always quietly impressed by the fact, especially in moments like these when he really put it to use with you.

his free hand, the warm one with stars marked across the knuckles, was on your face, in your hair, anything close to you - he loved just feeling you, skin on skin. desperate, incoherent and slurred-together praises were mumbled against your lips and your neck as his hips rolled, meeting yours in the middle with a wet, gentle sound. you had been going at it so long, so passionately and slowly that you were fit to burst by the time he started suckling marks into the expanse of your throat, licking and babbling softly into the skin there.

he always relished in the way your legs would wrap his waist when you got close, your hands squeezing and pulling him so close it was almost hard to continue at the pace that brought you to the brink - but he always did, eager and more than happy to please his beloved, even when the tight wet of your sex held on so tight he swore he saw stars. it'd be criminal for him not to fill you up to the brim every time, how could he not? he'd watch with nothing but love written all over his face as it leaked out in a drool when he pulled back - not before peppering you in kisses and praise, naturally - his hands palming the hair from your eyes as he made sure you were satisfied and alright.

it was difficult to properly respond right away often times, with the aftershocks of your shared orgasm making your legs twitch and your entrance squeeze around what was once him nestled sweetly inside. but when the pair of you were confident the other was ready for either another round or some snuggling turned sleep, he'd oblige.

© saatoruus ! do not repost, translate, plagiarize or use my work anywhere

[magicgirlboss]

john silver - i'm your man

[tildemoe]

i made a fake katamari level

[sanjiaftersex]

Watching trafalgar law willingly form an alliance with the strawhats like dude r u sure about that cz a soul contract with the devil would probably be less binding than a friendship with luffy

[dizzybizz]

some star rail, some penacony story fuckers specifically... y'know how it is (it's bad the brainrot is so bad help me help)

[eriochromatic]

Maybe the poison drips through

Succession 4x10 “With Open Eyes”

[thornedarrow]

…because the painful words of the past have essentially nothing to do with who you are. - 2.24 if i may shed away my burden now

[lividjungle]

CARLILE ATTACK