❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ @nuks
she doesn't respond for a moment, but her pink cheeks say what her voice can't. her head is full of cotton, his words caught on repeat as if her mind is trying to commit them to memory: teeth... every inch of you... her heart pounds. he could, of course, mean it figuratively, but he already has her wrapped around his finger. surely he knows that.
or maybe she just hopes he means it literally.
either way, she'd let him. he could devour her entirely, and she'd say thank you and probably ask for more. maybe, comes her first intelligent thought after he speaks, if you asked nicely, he'd let you bite back. she looks up, meets his dark eyes, and smiles with a nervous little giggle. her face is still burning.
"i'm, uh... amenable to that," percy says, tucking her hair behind her ear. "honestly, i'm amenable to most things. so..."
It's just.... The phone lighting up in the dark room because Sang Zhi texted when he's having a tough moment represents the way San Zhi lighted up Duan Jiaxu's life like a ray of light in the darkness..... *sobbing*
Against all expectations, when they are sharing a bed it’s dfs who ends up as the little spoon.
It feels vaguely embarrassing at first to lay there, fdb pressed tight against his back in the too small bed. Having him hold onto him - they don’t speak of how all the times fdb has been left behind might contribute to this.
Nor do they speak of how dfs sleeps better like this than he has in years, perhaps ever. Hands free to defend himself, his back protected even in sleep.
ohhhhhh, yes please 🥺 difang cuddling is wonderful and the trust di feisheng has in allowing fang duobing to have his back is so special to me. maybe he wakes up with fang duobing's face tucked into the back of his neck, and allows himself to just lie there and let the moment roll onward, not wanting to end it. until eventually he feels fang duobing stir and a very sleepy "a-fei" makes its way out against his hair. ty for this image <3
sophitz sure has hands my demons are fighting right now (reading lodestar and I love them)
LITERALLY HOW COULD YOU NOT.... few scenes are as iconic as "red is definitely your color" like we all read that for the first time and stopped and went 🤨 hey... is sophitz actually gonna happen
lithe fingers curls around the phone, words still feeling like a foreign language on her tongue. it feels eerily wrong, like she's placing a massive target on her back by the mere task of speaking, using her timbre to express to lily that things are starting to stir out of hand, and the prophet isn't sure how to quell the bloodthirsty angels from heeding her trail. "i fucked up," odessa sighs with a defeated breath of an exhale, lowering her face into her opposing palm to press the fleshy pads of her fingertips against her forehead, where she can feel the beginning dull throb of a headache starting to bloom.
"i told the angels that i would help them, if they would leave the people that i care about alone," odessa confesses, and the mere admittance alone is enough to make her feel the saline hotness of tears in the back of her eyes, warning her of their uncharted paths to streak along her cheeks. "i'm so tired of running, lily, but this doesn't feel like i am helping a greater cause; it feels like i am reading the future into destruction." odessa looks over her shoulder, despite being tucked alone within a dingy motel in the middle of nowhere, sometimes it feels like the angels could appear at any moment and whisk her away to do more reading that makes her mind feel like it's splitting open. "i think they're up to no good."
The Tanuki now has a little cup of boba tea beside it, as well as an elegant-looking jacket complete with flowing sleeves. May as well complete the picture.