Making Out - Tumblr Posts
i’m in college right? so today is the last day of collage for me and mf’s in the back of of room are making out! like bitch-
Thanks @hopelessartgeek for this beautiful Stucky as cops on a stakeout making out!
Art by @elgrajaz to remind you of where things started between his oc Creepy guy and my oc Trouble. Catching and caring for your own cryptid is no easy task, and Creepy is doing his very bestest. Check out ch 14 of Overcome and see what happens when Trouble gives his captor a nudge in a different direction.
“What’s the longest you’ve ever kept someone alive while you fed off them?”
“I don’t know. A week? Maybe a little more?” Trouble sighed and ran a finger along F’s jawline. “What does it matter? In the end, I always kill them, and I haven’t had to hide from search parties ever since.”
“What if they couldn’t get away and you could feed off them forev--”
“Eff.” Trouble put his hand over F’s mouth and turned his head until their eyes met. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Mm?” F shook off Trouble’s hand. “I’m tryin’ to figure out how to take care of you. You have to tell me this stuff.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Trouble whined, hiding his face in F’s shoulder.
“Why kill them if you don’t need to in order to feed?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped, sulky again, “why do you wolf down raw chunks of bodies out of a pile instead of cooking it and using a knife and fork?”
“...that’s how I eat?”
“Exactly my point, Eff.” Trouble’s irritation faded enough that he leaned his head back on F’s shoulder. “I won’t tell you how to eat, so don’t do it to me.”
“But how do I feed you if you don’t tell me how you eat?”
“Hmm.” A corner of Trouble’s mouth lifted as ran his palm down F’s chest. “I could show you...”
me when i make out and give hickeys to one of my close girl friends at someone's birthday party after getting high with an absolute shit ton of other people🎀🎀
(i enjoyed it a lot n so did she what's happening)
I’d rather focus on you
Nancy x gn reader
A/N: I’m definitely manifesting something like that to happen to me in the future hahah
Summary: secretly making out on a schooltrip to the museum
You and Nancy were documenting the schools field trip to a local museum for the schools newspaper. While you took photos, she made notes in a little red book, which you got her for Christmas and she refused to use a different pane for anything.
“You’ll have free time to look at the paintings now, we meet here again in twenty minutes.” The teacher called out. “Ok Y/n lets go over the notes for a second-“ Nancy hat a frown on her face, which made a crease between her brows pop up. Before she could continue to ramble on, you garbed her shoulder for her looked up from the notes and into your eyes instead. “Relax, take a deep breath,” she turned her eyes, but did as you told her, “ok and now listen, we have time. Don’t stress.” You chuckled at her annoyed expression. “If you insist. But we can’t make photo’s later so lets do that now.” You thought about the way she couldn’t let one moment go to waste, but it was ok. You loved her for the passion she put into all her projects.
While you were taking photos of the pictures, and the architecture of the building your eyes always seemed to wander back to Nancy. So just for fun you decided to focused your lens onto her and before pressing the button to take a picture you called out to her “Smile.” She laughed, as she looked in the lens. “Stop that! Focus.” “But I much rather focus on you love.” You whispered into her ear. Nancy’s head dared in your direction, in order to make eye contact. Making a quick glance across the room you ginned at her, no one noticed the two of you. While putting your finger over your lips, to gesture Nancy to be silent, you intertwined your Fingers and sneak her out of the room with you.
The room you where now in had a lot of partitions, making it similar to a labyrinth. Winking at her you took one of the four ways, making multiple turns till stopping at a dead end.
Locking eyes with Nancy she bit onto her lower lip making your eyes focus onto them. Before you could say something she put her and onto your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. Your hands going automatically onto Nancys lower back pressing her body against yours. Her hand bury itself in your hair and your tongue slipped into her mouth. While pressing her agains the nearest wall, a small moan escaped her mouth making you smile.
Heavily breathing you broke apart and she put her forehead against yours, “what if they catch us?” Kissing her nose you looked into her eyes again “They won’t.” She giggled and shook her head at your careless attitude. Than gave you another kiss her hands on either side of your face now.
The two of you broke apart as you heard the teacher explain something about an artist only a few aisles away. You both fixed yourself again and Nancy had to wipe away some of her red lipstick that was smeared onto your lips. Putting her hand away just the moment the teacher turned the corner. “Oh here you two are, make sure to keep track this time.” The teacher explained while smiling. You almost broke into laugher at how oblivious she was, but Nancy coughed and shoot you a death stare.
I once knew a lady like this one here.
KISS THE DEER!!!!!!!!💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘💋😘
um hi! can I request an embarrassed Al with s/o who likes to kiss on him repeatedly? :))
Hey there Anon! I hope I got it right? =D I just needed a bit of fluff and sickly-sweetness! ❤️ Thank you for your suggestion!
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Pandoras Box
“You are looking grumpy today, my love.”
“I’m not grumpy. “
You and Alastor sat on the sofa next to the fireplace in the salon, a common occurrence that you had developed over the past few months. Whenever one of you had some time to spare, you'd find yourself on this very sofa, with the other magically appearing to keep you company. Sometimes your read together, sometimes you listened to music, most of the times you talked, about this and that, about light and heavy things, whatever came to mind.
One fateful time, you had told him that you loved him. and a few other times later, Alastor had told you he loved you too.
Everything could've been perfect if there wasn't the huge difference in need for physical affection. While you were a very touchy-feely person when it came to the people you liked (much less, loved), someone who loved to hug, kiss and cuddle - Alastor was reserved, to say the least.
You understood, he came from another time, another culture, his tight-wound manners and gentlemanly behavior deeply ingrained in his personality. You loved him because of it, wanting to give him time to maybe someday get used to the idea, but sometimes the wait frustrated you - seeing Charlie and Vaggie lovingly hug each other every day on their way to the kitchen before breakfast, or Husk and Angel sneaking around the hotel (like no one would see them), making out in dark corners. You wanted to be respectful of his boundaries, but that didn't mean you weren't longing for more - or any - PDA.
“The little wrinkle between your brows says otherwise, little doll.”
He looked up from his newspaper and rubbed the space between your brows with his long, slender fingers. You swatted them away and huffed.
“I'm not grumpy. I'm…”, you searched for the right words, feeling Alastor's worried gaze on you. “...restless.”
He tilted his head in confusion, his smile more tense than usual. you knew him well enough to know he was worried. “And why's that, dear?”
You decided that the time has come where honesty was the best measure.
“Because I want to kiss you.”
He stiffened, his fingers dug deep into the newspaper he held. You fiddled with the edges of a throw pillow - now pandoras box was opened, so you had to see it through. You lifted your eyes to look at him. His ears were folded back on his head, his smile seemed strained… and from under his collar, you could see the beginning of a flush.
Oh. That was interesting.
“Right now, here? That's a little... inappropriate, don't you think?”, Alastor said quietly, smile still tapered on but his eyes quickly scanning the empty foyer.
“No one's here Al… besides, I just… Sometimes I just want to kiss you, or hug you, without care where we are or who might see it.” you say softly. “But I know you don't like that, so… I repress it.”
Alastor sighs, the redness creeping from his neck up to his jaw.
“I suppose,”, he starts, voice slightly distorted - he's looking away from you, fixating on the double doors of the entrance, “since we are indeed alone, I could allow… “
Before he could even end the sentence, you darted forward, taking the vague opening he gave you, and pressed your lips on his.
Different than the kisses you shared in the 'secrecy' of your bedroom, this kiss felt daring, exciting and oh-so-sweet. You could taste the way Alastor was flustered by your sudden brazeness, although he reciprocated. Hesitantly at first, but when you sighed into his lips he visibly and audibly relaxed, his hand tenderly weaving into your hair, scraping your scalp and pulling you closer.
You broke the kiss, radiating happiness, it must've shown on your face because Alastor chuckled quietly, cheeks now as flushed as his neck.
“My, that wasn't half as bad as I thought it… “
Another kiss cut him off again, like an addict you moved onto him, straddling him while you couldn't stop yourself, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his temples, searching for any spots that haven't been covered by your lips.
Alastor had no chance in stopping you, mumbling things like “Enough dear!”, “Silly girl, you!”, even coming as far as “Give you an inch and you take a mile!” while you attacked him with feverish pecks.
With a last, soft and long kiss on his lips, you slid your arms around his waist and let yourself rest on his chest, giggling content into his lapels.
“Are you satisfied now, little vixxen?”
You nodded happily, still tightly pressed into him.
“Good.”, he mused, wrapping his arms around you.
“And you.” his voice fell an octave, and you lifted your head to see Angel, Husk and Niffty standing not too far at the end of the foyer, visibly shaking with - in order - suppressed laughter, horrification and morbid curiosity, “will cease that memory from existence if you value functioning organs.”
You couldn't help but laugh and kiss his nose as he sent death glares to the retreating demons, his ears flicking and cheeks still painted in the sweetest shade of red.
I asked for adorable steamy fluff and you DELIVERED IT❤️🩷🥰🩷❤️🩷🥰. Thank you for doing my request @fraugwinska .
I swear your stories make my heart skip beats❤️🩷❤️🩷 I need some soft spicy Alastor x Female Reader. Maybe a Morning After scenario with Alastor and the reader (waking up together, being soft and cute. Kisses and stuff and maybe a slight continuation of last night😏😏)
After the last stories I was EAGER to write your request, my dearest @alastor-simp. I've accepted my rank as fluff fairy, and I oh-so-love to write these cute, tender moments!!! Thank you for this ask, I hope I did it justice!
For the best experience, I suggest to listen to Ingrid Michaelson's "Love is', which I imagined the radio to play in the story (and listened to while I wrote it)
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We only have Forever
The birds in hell weren't like anything on earth – their songs were not sweet and melodic, but rather ominous and melancholic.
Which is why, when you were woken by an unusual, bright chirping sound, you thought for a split second you were alive again, waking up from an intense, unusually immersive dream.
You shifted, cheeks still pressed into the white, soft pillow and body messily wrapped in cotton sheets, too drowsy to realize that the chirp was not coming from birds, but the little, vintage radio that sat beside the bed in. It quietly came to life, the search for a channel resulting in high, pitchy squeaks and fuzzy static feedback. Which was always the tell-tale sign of a waking Alastor.
The arm around your waist twitched, causing you to sigh peacefully. Your lids fall close and you let it pull you back into the center of the bed, into a warm, waiting body - a soft chest, thinly covered in silky taupe fur that tickled your nose, an underlying, hearty scent of wood and vetiver and the familiar rhythm of another heart drumming against your ears.
You left your eyes closed, relying on the most comforting senses of touch, hear and feel, the latter came into use as the sensation of sleepy, light kisses on the crown of your head that caused your lips to pull into a blissful smile.
"Mornin' my buck."
"Good morning, my doe."
His voice was nothing more of a mumble, still lazy and half asleep, hoarse and slightly deeper than when up and about. When he finally seemed to have picked a radio station he liked, the room was filled with a soft, dreamy song which suited the very same ambiance that was present - happy, in love, slow, silent bliss. It was one of your favorites, and one of the few more modern ones Alastor tolerated.
He ran his slender fingers up your back and shoulders, through the disheveled masses of hair, stroking it gently with his sharp talons, scratching ever so lightly on the scalp. He pulled himself a little more forward, tangling his legs even more with yours in an effort to maximize the connection of your bodies and minimize the space that span between you.
"Hey, easy now or I'll think you're afraid I'll jump up and leave as soon as my eyes open." you teased playfully, as Alastor nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, taking in deep breaths, inhaling your scent and humming in content.
"I had hoped after all my efforts tonight you wouldn't be able to even if you tried, darling."
You flicked his ear in fake indignation, but chuckled and raked your fingers over his back in soft, tender streaks, your fingertips gliding over his spine and sides. He shivered under your touches and melted deeper into you. A rhythmic, shuffling sound joined in with the faint tune from the radio, and Alastor groaned when you purred in lofty pride.
"Damned, traitorous thing...", Alastor scowled, trying to evade the hand that reached for his wagging tail under the sheets.
"Don't you talk like that about my precious friend.", you cooed and caressed the plush fur on his lower back, scratching with nimble fingers close to the base of his tail, the very spot where he was extremely... responsive. Alastor just growled again, missing any angry or mad edge, his tail continuing to thump louder and even quicker and causing him to whine as he failed to stop its excited sway.
"It betrays me."
"No, it only tells me that you're happy."
Alastor tilts his head to brush his lips over your own, almost not touching, a tiny, bittersweet distance between his and your mouth.
"If it's that much more of a conservationist for you, maybe I should stop talking then."
With a faint, sighed chuckle he finally closed the agonizing gap, lips met lips in a slow and flowing embrace, moving almost at the tempo of the song, it's calming beat guiding the cadence and harmony of his kiss. You felt him smile, more relaxed and at ease that his usual signature grin, even though your eyes were closed shut in drowsiness and enjoyment. The slow, lazy, fullness of this morning's intimacy, of your bodies so closely pressed together in ruffled sheets while hell's sun was only slowly rising on the horizon, making out and embracing each other without the need to rush or be somewhere in another hour or so was a rare occasion and therefore worth savoring.
His hands traveled over your hips, up your waist to settle in a gentle, cradling grip around your neck, fingertips grazing the outer edges of the delicate bite mark still there as a reminder of the contrasting feverish passion you both shared last night. With Alastor - It was war and peace, in a circle - hard, unforgiving, passionate desire at the beginning of dusk, and soft, tender and sensual love at the break of dawn. A clash of burning flames and gentle streams, all on an even ground of equals.
You sensed the slight change in the mood, the licks over your parted lips with the warm tip of his tongue soon turned to be deep and demanding, less lazy and more eager movements from his tongue - exploring the insides of your mouth, playfully flicking yours and circling around and between your teeth. His large hand left it's spot in the crook of your neck and pulled on the base of you head, sinking his digits in the tuft of your hair. You moaned softly into the kiss, more of a wanton, sloppy sound rather than anything else and you started to grow flushed, your skin tingling pleasantly under every touch and lick and nibble.
You deeply enjoyed the roughness and depravity you shared in the nights, you really really did. But this, this was what you loved. It was when Alastor wasn't starved for you, endlessly hungry and hasty to devour you but when you were a well prepped meal, slowly cooked and seasoned with care and love that you felt the most powerful connection of your souls - his touches were careful and secure and when he held you in his arms like this, kissed and adorned you like that, every and any gesture or caress spoke so clearly the sentence he had captured your heart with - you are mine and only mine.
"You are saying an awful lot with that body language for someone who wanted to stop talking, my buck." Alastor laughed fondly at your husky breathed words, rolling you on top of him, sheets sticking to the planes of your bare bodies. You threw a leg over him to sit in a straddling position, your face a mere few inches above his as he rolled his hips and swayed your body against his growing length.
“That's the beauty of a loophole, my doe, for no spoken words could express me quite as honestly as this."
Alastor kissed you once more and, now grinning as devilishly as you were used to, let his hands find rest on your hips, ready to start one more of those heavenly nonverbal conversations before you both had to ready yourselves for the hellish world outside of your bedroom.
Again, thank you for suggesting this. And a big shoutout to @minkdelovely, who made my heart skip with her article on 'Pictures of you'. The fluff fairy had you in mind with this, too ;>)
Um
Why did no one tell me that making out could be like that?!?!?!
Like it can actually be good?! And enjoyable?! EXCUSE ME?!
WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN DOING?!