#something something intimacy

[enniewritesathing]

although I didn't do this at the time bc I didn't think about it in the slightest, but I wish I could've included a few shots of Brian wiping blood off of Were!John.

Were!John's looking a little pitiful (but observant -- his mate's hands are soft) and Brian's looking at him like "ah, my sweet husband."

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

demanding a series in the same vein (heh, vein) as Dexter/Hannibal wherein a prolific serial killer plays cat & mouse with the police--except the serial killer in question is a preteen schoolgirl. this would make for compelling television due to the fact that middle school frequently causes girls to become deranged, and more media should reflect this

[critter-wizard]

you are all I have, you are the eyes that see, the air that breathes, how can I worship anything else?

[timethehobo]

Not even death will do us part.

[ninety-two-bees]

sometimes james thinks about carving regulus’ heart from his chest just to prove that he can hold it gently

[iysure]

i think enid and wednesday should solve mysteries together in season two and get up to all kinds of funky, tropey hijinks 

[mrsoharaa]

"Miguel...your hand please" you smile wittily, shifting a bit from the lower placement of his large, warm palm grazing over the small of your open bare back. His long fingers hardly skimming over the sleek material of your open back dress that snugs around you oh so perfectly.

He simply huffs out a steep grunt, eyes skimming over through the crowd of formally dressed people amongst the ballroom, gradually glimpsing down at the inviting, tempting tender flesh of your back.

"What about it?" he keeps his trance solely on your lower back, admiring and sinking in the delectable curves of your lulling body. Fighting back every elusive thought and scandalous idea perplexing his wandering mind.

Your heart stammers against your chest, heat resonating amongst your cheeks and shoulders as you feel his fingertips delicately trace over the exposed flesh of your open back. Instinctively arching forward towards the bar from his lingering, simple touch.

He grins cockily to your little adjustment to his grazes, follows over to the obvious tint of deep rose staining across your cute puffy cheeks.

"W-we're on a mission right now..." you'd shakily murmur, tilting the short clear glass of alcohol to the crimson tint of your plush lips, your eyes rolling back to meet his sternly focused gaze.

He keeps his coy smirk on his face, tracing soft, slow circles along the lower dip of your back. Leans a bit closer towards you, as his full lips nearly brushes inches away from your ringing ears.

"What? I can't admire my beautiful wife wearing such a gorgeous dress?" he'd tease with that smooth, rasp voice of his. Lowers his baritone a bit (the very same tone he knows that gets you all hot and bothered), traces the back of his fingers up along the prominent indent of your spine with such ease and steady caress.

Chuckles softly at the way your body responds to his simple touches, selfishly indulges in the way your back arches ever so sexily to his tracing. Has to choke back the reformed growls and deep groans of arousal when he listens to the soft hiccups of lowered gasps and sweet hitches of your breath sputtering off from the tip of your tongue from his taunting action.

Your grasp around your half consumed beverage tightens, legs molding together as immense heat begins to brew in between your quivering thighs and the pit of your fluttering stomach.

Oh.

"M-Miguel O'hara, compórtate" you'd hiss firmly under your breath, your nails clinking against the glass of your cup as your knees gently hit the underside of the bar from the jolt that he reels out of you from his wooing touch.

Again, it takes every morsel of his being to contain his arising hunger for you and your sweet little reactions, from taking your there and then. Right on the spot.

His head nooks a bit to the side, lips gently pressing against the shell of your heated ear, his wide palm gliding back down to the lower of your tensed back.

"With the way you look cariño, it's hard too"

♡

[momochanners]

Yes, YES; This one gets it.

[edelorion]

alot of robotgirl posting is stuff like "imagine having a virus installed in me slowing my cpu down" and "getting sticks of ram pulled out of me while in the middle of telling you everything i enjoy" and part of that is appealing...

but if i were a robot girl i'd rather you be careful with my components. my insides are of wires and metal and glass but it's delicate nonetheless. my consciousness is also fragile. i can still get overstimulated. i enjoy your touch as you stroke my head, my cheek, as you work on me, as your fingers trace across my motherboard. but please be delicate.

my entire life is at your fingertips and it makes my fans spin at full speed, but i trust you to preserve it

[avephelis]

local loserboy under the impression that skin grafting is when you sew your flesh together (wrong) (homo)

[tzarrz]

This came to me in a dream - PART 2

[lorelune]

speaking of jing yuan’s refractory period, the first time you fuck, he has the utmost trust in himself that he will fuck you for as long as you’d like (stamina and all. he’s good at pacing himself too.) he assures you of this, multiple times.

he’s a little over confident when he slides inside you (you’re soaked, you’re a mess between your legs and so so warm and jing yuan knew it would feel good but it’s so good—) and comes after only a minute or two. he’s downright embarrassed at the sound he lets out when he does, but you feel so good when you come and he’s inside you— he can’t help it. genuinely. he hides his flushing cheeks against your neck as he goes soft inside you, panting out apologies (which you do kindly accept). 100% makes it up to you by going down on you as long as you could stand

[celestialowlryx]

THE DRAGON PRINCE ↳ 6.03 "The Frozen Ship"

[crime-wives]

sometimes i think about the fact that regina has literally held emma’s heart in her hands. the intimacy of soft fingers slipping under layers of skin and bone and blood and pulling out the muscle that keeps emma alive. cradled in the palm of her hand, glowing, still beating. regina having to be so gentle so as to not hurt her. and emma allowing regina to have that power over her. and then i think about the fact that regina’s fingers were bare and not gloved. the way she could feel every vein, every groove. the way she was not limited in her ability to see all of emma. something about the way regina handed the heart back to emma. placed it into the palm of her hand like an offering. look, i kept it safe for you, i love you, do you trust me?

[katabay]

ALAN WAKE

god GOD what a fucking game. easily game of the century. to me. its so much better than I ever could have imagined it being, and I have been thinking about Alan Wake daily for thirteen years. so so so many thoughts turning around in my head about it, but I wanted to get a drawing of Alan down first because I Cannot Contain My Enthusiasm for this game. holy shit. what an experience.

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