@lunaetis / subtle smut / byleth & sumayl ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜
he doesn’t move for a moment, head still resting on her shoulder even when the words cause something to stir within; even when they drag his mind into that unfamiliar space he doesn’t quite know how to handle. he shifts, finally, until his face rests comfortably ‘gainst the crook of her neck. byleth just seems to possess the uncanny ability to get him out of his shell with little to no problem, as if she knows precisely what to do to to rile him up just enough where he is willing to leave behind the bounds of his self-control. moments like these are no exception, even when his breath ghosts over her skin, even when he places a light kiss on her neck right before he bites down just hard enough to leave a mark. there is a rough noise that leaves the confines of his throat like the rumble of an earthquake & sumayl finds that his voice comes out short of a growl. ❛ that’s a dangerous request you make, my love. ❜ it leaves him like he’s making a threat when really all it truly is is a statement. he’s already in that mindset where he’s tempted to make sure she regrets her choice of word ‘til there’s not a single thought left in her head except for the way he feels. but he holds back, for now, places another kiss on her neck before one of his hands travels from her back to her hip, as if to hold her in place. his leg shifts, finds its place between hers while he bends his knee just a little. ❛ ‘cause it sounds an awful lot like you’re asking for my worst here... ❜ he begins, free hand trailing just on the edges of her shirt. there’s a little smirk playing on the corners of his lips when his fingers slip underneath the fabric, almost innocently dance over her skin. his head tilts until he’s able to just barely graze his teeth ‘gainst the lobe of her ear, exhaling with a low chuckle. ❛ ... and i can’t guarantee for anything if you are. ❜ it’s an offer out, kind of.
he waits, still like someone lost to prayer. but instead the hand on his chest doesn’t push, only grabs at his shirt. he smirks, lets his hand stray further up until calloused fingers can tease around the skin of her chest while the other traces over exposed exposed skin just above the hem of her pants. his knee shifts again, presses up a little while he offers yet another chuckle. paying no mind to the way his pants feel too tight, too cumbersome, he places little bites all over byleths neck as if to leave traces on him everywhere he can. his thumb grazes over a nipple before he gives it the lightest pinch, soaking up the little sound that escapes her at the action and feeling another sound rumble deep in his chest. there’s some twisted pride that swells in his chest, knowing that he’s the one that gets to do this, that gets to see her reactions and burn them into his memory. his other hand moves to take one of hers, slips it underneath his own shirt until he can press it against his chest so she feels the way his heart thrums in his chest. the way it races to the point he feels it’s near ready to leap out of his chest and into her hand. ❛ i don’t think i’ll ever be able to convey how much i missed you, even if i tried. ❜ the admission comes out almost softly, as if he is whispering a prayer. his gaze turns fond, affectionate when he gives a little nod. that’s true, even if he tried to he wouldn’t be able to no matter what he did; even leaving as many marks on her skin as he could until he was satisfied wouldn’t stop the burning ache in his chest every time he had to watch her leave and wait for her return. as if his soul left every time byleth did. but when he feels the lightest scratch of nails on his chest, watches her expression falter for just a brief moment he feels the burning need to do his worst anyway.
he may never be able to convey how much he misses her, but he certainly can leave proof of his existence on her skin so that every time she has to leave she is reminded that he will be here, waiting. and maybe he just might. his hand leaves hers, leaves it to do whatever she wishes to do before his head pulls back, before he carefully rests it against her throat. there’s no sign of discomfort even as he rests his thumb against her jaw and applies just enough pressure to tilt her head up towards him. even if his hand is as gentle as he can, when he wants to ensure it is obvious he wouldn’t do any- thing she doesn’t want his kiss is the exact opposite. he’s greedy, hungry in that way, tongue barely coming out to ask for entrance before he groans into it all, moving his knee in little circle motions. his other hand is still busy, still trying to coax more reactions out of byleth when he pulls back from the kiss, lips still hovering over hers when his breathing grows heavy. as if he’s scared of putting any sort of distance between them. ❛ but if you let me i’ll make sure to put proof of my existence on every inch of you. ❜
the neurodivergent urge to cut off every single person who has ever perceived you
vi!kasey | jinx!adel
Anubis is a twink and has definitely fucked Nyarlathotep once or twice
Sobek is the only one that got Nyarlathotep to bottom for him
While we're at it, Yog-sothoth is a sub and Cthulhu is a dom
I love when ppl ask why I don't shave Mischief. (I would and do strip her on occasion but only shave when needed for medical)
We went in thorn patches today and she got multiple thorns in her fur but none got to her skin. And sooo many burrs. Quick brush and she is good to go.
Anyway not saying wire coated dogs are the best dogs... Just that they are my favorite.
Looks like another 4k words of smut are coming your way soon...
do NOT separate them
its almost 2am, i have a german test today at school and i definitely did not study for the test i am absolutely screwed
Going outside and touching grass ain’t working no more, so Imma need for y’all to eat it…
Being stranded between London City and somewhere greener, walking down a blazing hot street looking for cellphone reception isn’t how Rottweiler had pictured his Sunday going. But after they’d rented a car rather than taking his own (the loud, obnoxious yellow coating of his Subaru is more sacred to him than he’d care to admit, and he didn’t feel like risking scratches from gravel flying up on unpaved roads), here they are nonetheless; they didn’t even make it halfway through their trip before the red Nissan Micra decided to break down and subsequently hasn’t moved an inch since. Opening the zipper of his track jacket because the unusual warmth makes him sweat like a beast, he’s sure that by this time, Poodle must be nibbling on his damn Cadbury Starbar that he just bought or drinking their lager even though they only have a sixer, but he’s come too far to turn back now. When he suddenly spots someone out in the field, plucking cherries from a tree, he believes it’s a mirage for a good second.
“Oi, mate!” he finally raises his hand to wave, then jogs toward the cattle fence. “Y’got a phone? A workin’ one?”
thinking about one (1) Bandana Man
this art is coming out strange style wise I like it tho
if they ever write hiromi out of the show for a few eps so he can go visit his mom they should make a travel blog for him where he teaches more words from miyagi prefecture
I haven’t played Delta Rune (would like to wait until it’s all out) but the utter leaps some will take to make it look like Kris isn’t actually non-binary. Oh so now you believe in cis people can use they/them pronouns? How conveniently progressive of you.
Nonblacks using Boondocks audios on TikTok that don’t say nigga in them gettin too comfortable
i am so fatigued.