intense kiss

Kissing Styles...

James Potter: Very… very eager, but trying really… really hard to restrain himself. Knows how to do fun things with his tongue… has had a lot of practice. All in all… he’s what people like to describe as “fun”… 8/10 

Sirius Black: Knows how to adapt. Can pretty much match anyone’s kissing style, but likes deep, intense kissing the most… Also likes biting and hickeys. As talented as he is pretty. Down for basically anything… An enjoyable experience all the way around. 11/10

Remus Lupin: Nervous. Starts off slow… then kisses like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss someone because he always feels like it’s the last time anyone will ever want to kiss him… 6/10 when he’s nervous… 9/10 when he relaxes and let’s go. 

Peter Pettigrew: Sweats a lot… too much tongue… 4/10  

Lily Evans: Expert kisser, knows her shit… at least as far as technicalities go… but lacks spontaneity. Get’s flustered when she doesn’t see something coming like James’ tongue tricks… also gets distracted easily (”SHIT! That’s due tomorrow!”)… Overall, needs some work. 6.5/10

Frank Longbottom: Handles you like you’re made of glass… very gentle… very sweet… enjoys kissing the spot just beneath your ear. Hates biting because he’s worried he’ll hurt you. Often stops to stare or chat. Worships the ground you walk on… 8/10 for kissing… 20/10 for making you feel like a goddess. 

Alice Longbottom: Kinky as fuck. 9/10

Dorcas Meadowes: Kinkier than fuck. Kisses like she owns your ass. Also hella gay. 10/10

Marlene McKinnon: Also also hella gay… less kinky. Uses a lot of tongue… but does it right. 9/10 

Mary Macdonald: Mary sue to the max… every kiss is like a reenactment of “The Notebook”. Disney-esque. 7/10

Regulus Black: Untrusting. Tends to panic if things go too quick… or too slow… or not exactly how he planned it. Perfectionist… and a bit of a control freak… doesn’t really know how to adapt to other kissing styles. 4.5/10

Narcissa Malfoy: Reserved… until between the sheets, then she will eat you alive. Mother fucking queen. Savage. Always tops. 10/10

Lucius Malfoy: Fun to look at… Terrible kisser. -5 stars. Two thumbs way down… would not recommend…. 0/10……………. alright… 2/10 for being pretty… Also… submissive af.  

Bellatrix Lestrange: Will rip your goddam lip off. 0/10…. unless you’re into that.

Fenrir Greyback: Will rip your goddam head off. -54/10

Severus Snape: Ew. 

How to Animate a Dog Intensely Kissing a Man

Step 1: make contact with human

Step 2: initiate suction

Step 3: begin lip transformation

Step 4: morph into anteater

Step 5: allow the ‘shrooms to kick in

Step 6: oh goodness here it comes

Step ∞:

  6o͝h͜ ̧̛̀w҉o̵̕͢w͞ i̶̫͕̲̘̱͆̽̇̀̕͢ c̵̹͎̞̰̳̙͚̄̀̆͑̀̐̿̎͘͜å̧͙͔̺̈͛̄̚͟ṋ̶̛̺̦̤͓̹͍͆̇͒̽̚͜ s̴̘̮͕̦͔̻̾̉͒̂͋̉̚͜ͅe̛̛͚̪̪̘͕̘̜̺͔͐̈́̔͂ę̛̞͍̹̤̗͉̦̹͒̎̀͒͟͠ ev̵͞e̢ry̛͞t̶͡h҉̧i̡̧ng̢ ͏a̧̧n̢͝d̨ ̡f̵̕e̸͝ę̡͜l͡ ͘n̷ot̡hi̶̛͟n̕g͜͜ ̷̨̛b̵̵̶u̷̶t̵̕͜ ̴̢t̨h̨͜e͠ ̶͢i̧͝n̵f́͞in̸̷i̵̕͢t̸̀͞e̴̸ ͏͞c̴̪̼̟͙̙̖͙͆̓́̃͒̉ơ̧̡̨̺̭̯̱͍͖̆̽̊̈͋̋̀̎͜͠s̶̢̹͙͔̪̭̋̍̈̀̾̈́̏m̡̰̙̝͙͖͕̳͚̼̑̆̏̒̀̃̕͝͠͞o̸̡͇͍̯̔̉͒́͒͟͠͞ş̷̺̝̟͈̝̟̙̟̰́̈́̐͒̑͡ ̵of͟ ͡͝͠ẗ̴͉͍̰͖̪̹͚̣́͋̇̈́̿h̨̡̻̣̫́̓͊̆̂͠͝͝ȅ̸̡̱͚͙͇̮̖͌̆͆̚͡ s̺̟͎͖̄͗͌̂̔̄͌͢͠͠c̴͇̯̣̞̮̄̊́̿͊̃̓͊̕o̲̦̩̭͓͈̭̻͌́̾̾̐͡͠ơ̥̳̦̩̭̜̤̠͌̆͆̿́̈́̕͟ͅb̸̡̹͈̠̲̱̽́̎̾̀̕̕̕̕ỹ̭͔̳̦͓̓̀̂͂͜ ś̯̹̹̠̮̾̈́͐͑͜n̷̨̮̮̥̻̞̉͑̈̎͑̎̕͞ȧ͇̣̼͉̥̆̑̍͂͐̏̕͞c̢̛̞̗̼̘̾̋̃͛͂̋͐k̴̨̨̘͎͔̺͔̙̘̔͗̀̿͡s̴͙̖̪͇̻̎̋͆̐͒̃̽̚ ̵͠.
.ó̡̫͈̩͈̟̤̐̃̇̆̓̿͑͝͡n̢͉̥̭̘̓͌̂̓̓̓̽͠ t̙̝̹̰̲̾̍̾̀́͜͞͡h̙̟͕̤̺̦̗̃̇͂́̿̈́̓͢͜͢a̲̖̥̞̰̥̔̈́̾̓̀̆̈́̕̚͞t̰̬̭̹̃̇̌̄̈͂͑̐̕͢ ţ̵͚̟̻̥̣̮̯͛͂͊̊́̐͑͝a̞̳̖̥͇̺̳͆̒͗͒̑́̀̕͢͞͞b̷̜̖̝̜͙̣̙̦̔̈̃̓̌̉̏͑̓̅ͅl̷̨̧̼̜̞͎̻̩̥͒͐͛̅̅̀̊͒͘ͅȩ̛͍̩̳̙̱̋̂̉̿͠͞ o̷͇͉̣͙͓͓̭̪̟̤͑̔̏̀̆̕͘v̷̡̛̘̖̻̙̪͇̎͋̈́̈̉̍ể̵̤͉̯̰̹́̃̾̕͡ŗ̷̫̜͕̳̉̇̽̾̀̾͌̿̆̿ ́͞͞t̶̴̨he͘r̸҉e҉ ̨̢͟l̕͝i̷͠t͟t̶̵͢ĺ̵͢e̷ ̢͘͜o̵͘v̵̶͝e͠ŕ̛ ̕t͡ḩe͢ŗ̧e҉͘͢ ̶sm̡a͢͠ll ̕a̛ǹd̨̡ lu͝sci̸͢o̸̶̡ų̢s͡ ҉g̸̢ŗ͟o͏w͝i̢n̨̢g͞ ̷̸b̶i̡ģ̸g̨͝er̡ ҉f̡͜͝a̵̢s͟͡t҉e͝r̶͞ ̀͝a̴̢̨ĺ̴l̶ ͡.t͙̺̲͇̳́̇̒͗̔͞h̸͉͔̰̱̘̓͐̐͐̏̃̇̕͢͜͞ę̸̗̪̪̜̬̝̠̀͂̂̋̉̅͟ ẅ̸̧̮̳͍̱̻͕͈̼͂͑̽̍̿̈͑̚͟͞ḣ̵͈̪̳̻̮̰̃͐̄̅̇̒̅͛i̷̖̬̳̼̝̖̟̮̟̅͋͒̌̀̿̌͆͢l̴̼̖̩̯̬͐̊̅̄͐͒̃́̓ë̸̘̪͍͈͚͍̟̱́͊̅̃̓͟ f̶̡̛͎̘̯̖͆̔́̇͂͐͜o̙̯̜̯̥̱̓́̌̅͒̆̆r͍͖̮͔̝͛̿̄̋̽́͌ ̶͢r͞ę͠a̧̢s͜ó͟n̵͟ş͜ ̷҉u҉n̸k͞n̨o̷̴̡w͡n̷ ̴͝m̢y̷͠ ̧͞t͢҉ǫ͘͞n̶̛͟g҉̡u҉̢e̸̴͝ ͞f͝e͢͠el̸͘s͞ ̷l̀i͠k̷̛e ̷ą͝ ̸̸w͞in̢͘͟dmi̷̷l̸l҉ ͡͝a͡g̵͟a̢͘in̛͜҉ ̴ye̕͞t҉ ͜.
a̸̧̛̝̰̫̬̲̥̖̓̓̀͠ͅg̴̖̻̖͎̺͎̰̯̈̏̀̿̌͡͡͞a̵̧̟̙͚̪̺͎̣̟͐͆̎̏̽̕͡i̝̲͔̝̖͗̇̈͗̕͢͡n̵̛̬̲̰̣̭̄̓̃̓͝ o̶̞̘̳͊̒͒̽͒̓͜͢ń̖̜̣̮͔̓̔̽̕̕ç̴͎͔̫̦̬͈̔̈́̍̒͋͜è̶̫͉̖̜̦͚͚̦̄̾̔́͊̀̚͜ ȃ̡̘̩̹̹̻̻͈̃͐̅͘͟͡g̨͉͖͉͇͍͎͋̀͊̇̀̕͘͠a̷͙̲̹̮̜̩̞͊̍̃͐̍͢ͅi̧̼̩̜͙̜̙̹̥͖͗͑͑̍͒͌̂͌͘n̢̬͉͕̣͎̫̝͐̓̋̎̌̐͢͡ņ̴o͏̀ n͡o͡ ̷̀͡í͏t́ ̡͠s͏ļ̶i͢p͠s ͏̢a̷w͞a̢̕͜y ̕u̧p̨͘on̸͡ t̷͞he͢͠ ̵͜͢s̵̶h́o̢͜ŕ̷͠è̕ś͝ ̶̡o͏f ̷s͘͟d҉̴̷m-́͜sęc͜͡re͡t͏s.̨̧͟t̛u̵̢͟m҉͢bl̡r.̢̛͟ç̡ơ̷m̢͜ ̷̀f͢͝òr̢҉ ͢r̶͝e̶͢as͠o̵͞n̷͟s̀͏̧ ͢.u̶̘͔̭̞̙̪̣̫̐̈̀́̔̈́̽̉̅͜͝ņ̦̗͔̫͕̪͈̟͚̀͑̑̑̈́͘͝ḵ̷̢̡̢̡̛̫̻͎̳̲̿͑̅̑͐̋͛͊͞n̷̨̠̩͎̩̺̦̠̤̂́̆̀̈́̍́͘ó̳͓͙͖̩͒̓̑͢͝ẘ̧̝̬̪̩̥͙̭͓̓́̊̍̿͋̋͐̿n̡̻̲͈̟̲̰̠̣͆͊̃̐̊́ͅ f̶̡͉̰̟͓̳̹̞̂͆̾̎̈́͐̕̚͡͡ì̱̥͍͇̯͇̝̮̔̂̊̊͞n̶͔͎̜͇̼͉̤͚̲̺͋̈́̊͂̏̒̚͝ď̙͉͉͎͈̱̬̃̔̈͘͘ĭ̷̡̛͕͓͇̲͈̫̱̀̽̓̚͟n̴̢͙͍̹̬̻̈́͆͂̈́̈̀̒̇g̢̧̗̱̘͔̭̹̏͌͑͐̈̐̎́
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. .t̢̧̨̢̙̪̗̱̦͔͗̀̎̿̌̇̈͌͠͡ḧ̨̩̮̤͇́͗̓̍̌͜e̸̛̛͚̲̝̠̮̟̰̙̎́͊͂̆̂̐͢͟ ṡ͙̜͎͎̙̩̪̺̆̒͗̏͛̋̚̕͟͜c̵̢͇̬̭̖̥̱̯͛̌͐̊̃͋̐̇̆͜͞o̴͉̫̦͎͇̩̰͈͑́͐̄͑̽̓ͅó̴͎͈͍̝̲̭͈̓͋̈̓̂̒̚͞b͖̜̙̘̲̞͑̒͊͑̕͜͜y̝̯͔̼̼̝̻̱͇̮̑̄̏̓͛̃͒̿̕͠ś͝na͡҉c̨͏k҉̢͟ś ͏o̶̜̟̰̻̯͐̔͒̎͌̔̚͠͞f̨͉͔͔̘͚̜͊̉̋͒͛̓̈́͟͠ͅ t̢̰̤͕̱̙̮͎͖̎̊͛̀̚͢͝ḩ̵͖͙̖͙̤̊͂͒̅̋͆͗̚͠ę̧̛̤̪̣̐̍̏͊̈́̈̓̏̿͢ c̷̟̠̠̟͖͙̦͗̅́͊̈́̒͒͋͜͝ȍ̢͙̼̠̺͌̐͋̄̅̋̍̀̚ņ̸̛̞͕̥̖̙̩̄̓͛͘͜͠͞s̸̞̬̯̩̟̥̰͉͂̇̍̾̃͌͂̌̀̇͢c͕̻͚͓̰̙̳̦̤̿͑̈́̃̒͑͜͡ï̛̤͓͕͍̝̈́̏͘ě̸̢̢͖̮̲̤̈́̔̅̕̕͟͞ͅn̵̡̺͉͉̮͔̏̄͗̓̆̎̎͌͞͝c̛̲̳͔͓̦̘̓͋̚͢͡ͅȩ̛̖̲̦̱̳̋̃͂̌̊͘͘̕ͅ ͟.c̴̞̻͖̹̼̼̀̈͐͐̀́̀ͅö̢̨̧̥̩̘͇̐̈̂͜͝͡n̵̛͈̲̲̣̞̫͙̍̋̃̉́̿͞ͅs̡̢̟͇̣͒̀̉̏̂̌̕͠c̵̖͎̣̰̩̞̠͖͉͐̉͑̉̓ȋ̛̖͔̟̟̖̃͂́͑́̇͗̉͜ͅe̵̡̛̦̮̤͉̹͍̬̟͍̓̀́̇̄͌̂n̡̢͕̗̟̫̍̒̈́͛̀̓̏̋͜͝͡c̡̢̜͔̉͋͂̒̔͐̽͢͟e̵͉̬͓͕͈̓̃̓̔͂̓̀͞
. ̢͘c̡o͏ń̢́ś͡t̛an̡t̕s̶͢͞ ̴i̸͟͟n̴҉ ̴̨t̶h҉̢é͡ ̀e͡q́̀u̢̢at̶̀͢i̸o̸n ҉͠a̷͝r͠e̵̛ ͏as͜ ̵̸.
.f̯͈̤̼͔͔̅͊̑͛̽̀̚ṑ̴̧̤̖̭̙͎̭͖̲̈̑͊͌͟͞l̡͈͓͓̦͓̯͖̆́̐̀̄͘͞l̷̢̛͔͎͍͈̼̠͓̻̀̈́̉̿͟͡o̡̧͓͎̩͙̞͆̏͐̔̆̏̓͘͜w͇̲̗̘̱̰͔̿͆̊͐̍ş̝̝̙̥̭̇͊́̊́͠͠f̸̨̹̖͚̣̀̂́̒̾̾͛͂̕͜o̷̖͇͕̬͕̥͈̽̓̓̊͐̽͒̋̎ŗ̧̺̘̮̯̩͚̲̌́̀̓͠ͅ ŗ̢̼̟̭̱̦͕͒̓̊̎͋e̢̺̝͖͛̎̈̉̐͌͘͟a̷̱̩̲̟̺̺̠̥̭̱͑̎̒̅͝s̵̼̟̤̙̩̥̏̍͗̈͠ỏ̧̙͔͔͍̳͊͆̓͑̈́̅̏ń̴̗͖̣̫̈́̎͒͂͆̽͆͠͝ͅs̷̗̥̟̞̜̥̠̗͇̎͒̋̑̽̃ u̗̫͖̹̻̇̊͛͗̐̑̀̃̀͜n̯̩͍̞͇͌̇̕̚̚͝k̴̼͖͓̰͕̝̺͋̍́̔̌͡n̶̻͎̣̼̫͊̈̓̒̄͗̐͜͡o̙̙̝̖͒̔̅̋͟͞ẘ̸͈̺̥̻̟̲̳̾̎̑̿͝ṉ̵̡̨̠͙͔͉̼̺̿͊̿͑̑̄̽ͅ ą̡̬̯̣̯̀͐̄̊̃͆͡͠͡͝s̸̥͇̠͍̘̄͒̉̇͑͛̏̚͟ͅͅ w̠̤̯̟̦̘̍͊͆̍͘͟͝ȩ̵͓̣̘̙̱̾̈́̾̅̅̾̈́͘ c̷̡̢̨̯̪̻͔̐̈́̇̏̓̍̑͆͜ͅa̵̩̼̫͕͓͇̾̉̌͠͠n̸̙͈͉͓̦̉̓̾́̇͛͢͡ ǫ̶͙͙̖̍̂̑̚͘͟n̬͕̖̞̺̍͗̉̅̃͒̅̾͒̕l͕̣͓͖̺̪̗͋̐̂̍̅͒̈́͞͝ͅͅͅy͔̻͇̤̜̹̺͉̩̋̅̍͒͋̒͂̿̔ a̴̦̝̩͕̮͗͆͊̔̍͑̆̋͜͜͠͞ͅs̴̨͎̖̝͓̮̆̃̋̆͒̇́s̴̛͍͔̲͕̮̞̻͍̦̎͂́͒͂̆̚͜͞ų̴͙̤̙̠̔́͊͊͂͟ͅḿ̤̝͍̩̙̩̣̮̳̉̑̑̃e̷͚͙̬̜̜̫̘̙̐͛̉̀̕̕͟ ủ̖̭͈̜͙̙͙͉̟̟̓̀͑̈̚͘n̻̗̜̻̭̱̞̈̏͊̃͒͐̄͜͟͡i͙̫̝̝̦̭̪̅̎̃̃̃͌ḻ̫̫͈͉̱̫̤̐͌̾͋͌̀̏ ĩ̢̼̫̟̖̟͇̈́̍̌͑̏̋̓̚̚͢n̡̻̖̜̳͕͉̅̽̃̈̆̋̆̂ͅḟ̡̲͈̺̤̥̞̔͌̓̂̿͌̓͆̿ỉ̴̧̙͔̲͔̹̝͙̏̈́̂̌̀͟͞ǹ̳͚̮̤̙̩̀̐̄̃̒̑̚ì͉̙͔̦̭̥̺̻̰̈́̋̌͌̈̓̆͐̈́͢ţ͙̠͉̰̯͇̮͈͌͂̈̔͆͂̓͂́ͅy̜͇͙̩̅̅̐͛̾͑̐̅͞ͅ

Her lips against mine felt incredible. My heart pounded in my chest, as the intensity if our lips and bodies pressed against each others grew. The next thing I knew, she was on top of me this time. My hands slid up her back as the bare skin of my palms ran along the bare skin of her back. Our lips were wet, and she tasted so good. I kissed her harder, as my fingertips dug into her back, and I pulled her into my body.
We breathed heavily, and I didn’t want to stop kissing her. I knew she was resisting making any sounds by the way she breathed, but so was I.
Finally, we sat up and pulled away. I was on her lap, my legs wrapped around her as she kissed my neck. My nerves were going insane. Electricity shot throughout my body as she left pecks at my neck. My arms that were wrapped around her suddenly hugged her closer, as well as my legs. She kissed a sensitive spot on my neck, as I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, hoping she didn’t hear it.
—  Tigris
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My favorite part about this kiss is how intense Dylan/Stiles’ face is. He’s kissing her like she’s his lifeline, the air he breathes. He’s so consumed in this moment, in this kiss, in Lydia. You can feel how much he loves her and how much this moment means to him. This is everything Stiles has spent the past 10 years building up to, and the intensity with which he kisses Lydia is like none I’ve ever seen. Lydia holds onto to Stiles, kissing him back just as forcefully, and we get this incredible moment that seems to stop time. I just can’t get over how much you can tell that this is quite possibly the most important day of Stiles’ life just by the expression he makes when kissing Lydia. It’s gentle and intense and heartbreaking all at the same time. You can feel the gentleness he possesses for Lydia, but it’s also this intense fire that burns hot enough to consume them both. It’s so amazing that these two completely opposite things can exist simultaneously in just one expression. Dylan never ceases to amaze me with how much he understands Stiles as a character and his unconditional love for Lydia.

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Okay I love this scene and I want to wax lyrical about it for a mo.

Because it’s so gentle.

So often in media, when (on those rare occasions) you do see two men kiss, it can be rough, or aggressive, or fiercely passionate. Which is fine, depending on the circumstances (although sometimes it is jarring if the intensity of the kiss is disproportionate to the scene.)

But this is so soft and warm and lovely.

And they easily could have played it different. We’ve seen the badass that James can be, the strength and violence he has in him. They so easily could have turned this into something fierce, something possessive and manly.

But it’s not. It’s gentle and slow and full of joy and relief. And that’s such a wonderful thing to see in a series that is so often full of pain and blood and violence.

I just love this scene a lot okay?

anonymous asked:

Scenario where S/O's quirk is speed, and uses it as advantage when they are sparring with Todoroki to kiss him on the cheek or fluster him during it? thanks i really like ur blog lol <3

Yayyy more fluff! Thanks for requesting and for being adorable! And sorry if it’s a bit short, I ran out of both time and ideas XD



Smooch!

Todoroki turned around desperately, his face red, his dignity shattered.

Smooch!

Your classmates’ giggling only helped to distract him even more, as he uselessly tried to catch you…or at least catch a glimpse of you! You were so fast he couldn’t even see you!

Smooch! Smooch!

It was humiliating, damn, you knew just how easily flustered he was by PDA…why did you have to do this at school grounds?? In the middle of training?? It had been already five solid minutes since All Might announced the fight began, and all the contact you two had had…were your quick, uncontrollable kisses! His cheeks, his chin, his forehead…quite a detailed work you were pulling yourself through! It wasn’t easy to beat someone like Todoroki, let alone shaming him! You knew better than anyone which his weaknesses were, and it had nothing to do with blind spots, frailty or flaws. His one and only weakness…was you.

And you were going to take advantage of that till the very end.

Smooch! Smooch!

“[name], please” your opponent sighed, impatient “let’s get this done already!”

“Nope!” your voice came from out of nowhere and he literally shrieked, causing you to laugh even louder “first you need to catch meee”

How??? All he was able to see was the moving, blue blur of your uniform and the cloud of dust you left behind! It was impossible, how could he even…

Smooch!

He blushed even harder, since this time you had dared to assault his nose. How did you even do that!? Your quirk was surely amazing, you had basically appeared right in front of him and he couldn’t predict it!

“Come on, Todoroki!” Kaminari yelled from the crowd “hurry up already!”

“Yeah, you can’t lose to a girl! You need to be a man!” Kirishima added, but immediately retracted his words “but wait…isn’t it bad for a guy to hurt a girl?? What is the manly answer??” he grabbed his head, exasperated “Hell! Manliness is confusing!”

Indeed it was…but you were even more confusing! Also, Kirishima was somewhat right…he didn’t want to hurt you! And he knew you didn’t want to hurt him either, that’s why you were pulling all of that “kissing warfare” in the first place. None of you wanted to hurt your significant other, so what could he possibly do??

Smooch! Smooch!

“Come on, Shoto” you cooed into his ear and disappeared yet again into the endless cloud of dust “don’t you want to fight? Don’t let the chance slide”

Slide?

Without thinking twice, he suddenly stomped his right foot on the ground and froze the dusty surface, turning it into wet, slippery ice your hurried feet weren’t counting on. You gasped as you inevitably slid on his creation, falling forwards into his ready, expectant arms. And, when you hadn’t even got the chance to get over the shock yet, he pulled you into an abrupt, sloppy kiss right in the mouth that got you onto cloud nine in no time.

He was going to fight fire with fire.

The whole class entered into a turmoil, half of them cheering for love and the others turning away in embarrassment or disgust, as they saw the class’ top hero devouring your mouth in a slow, potent kiss you totally weren’t ready for. Your knees buckled, your heart drummed and your hands were lost and disoriented as they didn’t know where to settle. The speed with which everything had happened stunned you, and lets just say was at least three times harder to concentrate with his lips gently moving between yours. You had been totally defeated.

“I win” Todoroki said, pulling away, and easily yet carefully pinning your already tired, flustered body into the ground.

“Uhh??” you were way too confused to even react “what the hell…everything happened so fast I…!”

“You are going to complain about fast??” your boyfriend arched a brow, offering you a hand to pick you up from the ground “such an hypocrite”

You laughed, accepting his help and standing up, cleaning the dust away form your clothes.

“Don’t act all assertive when your face is as red as a fresh ripe tomato” you pinched his cheek, earning a disapproving glance “Well played though, you are a worthy rival”

He couldn’t help but smile, holding your hand fondly, and guiding you away from the ring.

“I should probably say the same thing…those kisses were quite potent”

4

“[…] and to see to her needs just as thoroughly as you have mine.
But in a different way, of course.”

“Of course.”

- Peter Cushing in The Curse of Frankenstein (1957)

4

this is a totally straight anime

I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way her lips locked perfectly with mine, the way I felt when I kissed her, how intensely we kissed each other, everything. She tasted amazing, too. My breathing had grown heavier when I had tasted her mouth and such. She was an absolute masterpiece, an angel. She was unbelievably stunning. She was on top of me and as we kissed, I put my hands on her waist and pulled her close to me. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I had decided to kiss her harder. I couldn’t help but run my hands under her shirt and up her back. Her skin was soft, and at the same time her body was absolutely perfect. I can still remember that night vividly–we kissed each other so intimately and hard, our lips were wet and my love for her had increased majorly. Her body was soft and oh-so perfect. She is my everything. She is mine, and no one else’s. I truly am the luckiest person on this planet.
—  I love you.