#[ vi desires ] — you are hot ; cupcake .

[ferinehuntress]

[ vi visage ] — i am willing to fight for that . [ vi attire ] — nice jacket . [ vi interactions ] — what makes you different makes you strong . [ vi answers ] — you have to let them think you have what they want . [ vi aesthetics ] — nothing is ever going to change that . [ vi headcanons ] — i cannot lose you too . [ vi character study ] — the undercity is gonna eat you alive . [ vi attractions ] — you are sweet ; like a cupcake . [ vi desires ] — you are hot ; cupcake . [ vi skillsets ] — you have always been a part of this . [ vi scenery ] — this city is gonna respect us . [ vi playlist ] — i am gonna bring your empire down . [ vi games ] — you talk to much . [ vi body study ] — you did what you had to to survive .

[valiantthearts]

[ vi visage ] — i am willing to fight for that . [ vi attire ] — nice jacket . [ vi interactions ] — what makes you different makes you strong . [ vi answers ] — you have to let them think you have what they want . [ vi aesthetics ] — nothing is ever going to change that . [ vi headcanons ] — i cannot lose you too . [ vi character study ] — the undercity is gonna eat you alive . [ vi attractions ] — you are sweet ; like a cupcake . [ vi desires ] — you are hot cupcake . [ vi skillsets ] — you have always been a part of this . [ vi playlist ] — i am gonna bring your empire down . [ vi games ] — you talk to much . [ vi body study ] — you did what you had to to survive .

[feraldames]

[ vi visage ] — i am willing to fight for that . [ vi attire ] — nice jacket . [ vi interactions ] — what makes you different makes you strong . [ vi answers ] — you have to let them think you have what they want . [ vi aesthetics ] — nothing is ever going to change that . [ vi headcanons ] — i cannot lose you too . [ vi character study ] — the undercity is gonna eat you alive . [ vi attractions ] — you are sweet ; like a cupcake . [ vi desires ] — you are hot ; cupcake . [ vi skillsets ] — you have always been a part of this . [ vi playlist ] — i am gonna bring your empire down . [ vi games ] — you talk to much . [ vi body study ] — you did what you had to to survive .

[lookingvisexually]

➸ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ-ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ

pairing: Vi x f!Reader

synopsis: just me thinking about cleaning up vi’s wounds and changing her dressings because she never does it for herself

wc: 430 words

warnings/notes: mostly fluff, mentions of injury, blood, allusions to smut, that's pretty much it, we're starting off slow

a/n: omg my first ever non-avatar piece and first ever writing for a female character i'm so nervous arghhh :((( anyway, i hope you enjoy this drabble, i can't get vi out of my head and i needed to write something for her asap. i will probably be starting to outline a series i have in mind soon, bc i don't think the hyperfixation's going anywhere anytime soon x enjoy besties x

“You’re crazy, you know that, right?” 

You watch as Vi rolls her eyes at you, small smirk refusing to stay hidden. She can’t not smile, not when you look so good, nose scrunched in unrelenting focus as your hands find hers, gaze trailing over the fresh wounds that no amount of soiled wraps could ever hide or absorb. She can’t not raise one of the said hands to your cheeks, brushing the hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear before her index finger moves to trace your jawline, settling underneath your chin, raising it so you’d look in her eyes, bright blue and glimmering with desire and amusement. 

“Have I ever told you you’re hot when you’re angry, cupcake?” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes, smacking her lightly over her arm, biting harshly on the inside of your lip to stop you from smiling as her laugh filled the room, a sound which sounded more like music than a voice, more like a love song than just mere vibrations leaving her throat and hitting your eardrums. 

“Only every time I’m angry.” 

No matter how easy you find it to be content in her presence, a sigh, sad and worried, still finds a way past your lips. You slowly remove her once-pearly white wraps, cringing when she winces softly as soon as you unwrap the bandages over her cracked and bloodied knuckles, where the material clung tightly to her open wounds. Still, she didn’t complain, just closed her eyes and frowned, her cut eyebrows furrowing together, her canines digging holes in her plump, rosy lips.

“You need to be more careful, Vi.”

The antiseptic stings as it makes contact with her skin, and you find yourself trailing the fingers of your unoccupied hand over her bare legs, massaging her inner thigh with your thumb in a comforting gesture. Your eyes shoot up to meet hers when a small moan escapes her lips, and the look that meets you stills both your hands and the breath in your lungs, but makes your heart gallop in uneven, drunk steps, and all you want to do, all you can think to do is ki-.

"Don't stop, cupcake. This is helping me heal."

Your need for her, that has never diminished through time, but only increased with the intimacy that drove you closer together each day, was enough so that you resumed your ministrations, finding your hand inching upwards, until it found a slightly damp spot on her black, cotton panties.

"Well, whatever I can do to help you heal, my Violet."

[gaunletxrifle]

Vi/Caitlyn; PWP, ABO.

Warnings: pussy spanking, vi with a cock, kind of dom/sub dynamics, maybe discipline kink, alpha vi, omega caitlyn.

A naked Caitlyn spread her legs a bit more, giving more access to Vi's hand between her legs, skilled fingers rubbing just the way she needed it. She was soaking wet, kneeling on bed and leaning back against her girlfriend, mumbling nonsense. Her mind taken by need, desire, her body by the heat.

"You're so irresponsible, Cait. Going out to patrol when you knew your heat was close." Vi purred in her ear. "We have talked about this before..." She ran her fingers between her soaking lips, just as she had done before, and pressed against the swollen clit.

Caitlyn moaned, her back arching as she shivered. "Vi, please..." She whined, pushing back her bare ass and feeling Vi's rough clothes, a bulge under them. She doesn't (can't) think much, but knows a bulge in Vi's pants it's a good thing, so she moves her ass again, wanting to tempt her girlfriend.

"Hey," a sudden slap lands on her labia, making Caitlyn whimper. "I never gave you permission to move, did I?" Vi almost growled, and took Caitlyn's earlobe into her mouth, sucking on it, knowing that it would make her squirm in pleasure. "Or maybe you planned all this because you wanted to be punished?" She asked, spreading her lips with one hand, before slapping her clit with the other.

They had been dating for too long, and Vi had always loved to explore all of Caitlyn, in every sense. She knew every weak spot, every little detail that would make Caitlyn scream in pleasure, that would make her see stars. It was no surprise that by now, Caitlyn's pussy was dripping down, making a mess on the bed.

She slapped her cunt again, feeling how Caitlyn's hands tugged her hair. Those slender arms had been wrapped carelessly around Vi's neck, but now she could feel how she was growing desperate, wanting more, needing it.

"Vi, I'm sorry," Caitlyn panted, and Vi could hear it in her voice, she really needed it.

She wasn't going to make her wait, she had been trying her best to be patient, even if Caitlyn's delicious scent had been filling the bedroom from the very beginning, making her cock completely hard.

"Vi, please, I need you--"

Those wet fingers that had been between Caitlyn's folds moved up, pinching a hard nipple and making the girl gasp and whine. Her other hand worked hard in undoing her pants, freeing her throbbing cock.

She stroked it once, twice, before she would sit back and lower Caitlyn slowly, guiding her girlfriend's throbbing hole to her cock.

"Sit right here, you'll feel better, cupcake."

And she did. Caitlyn lowered down her body, the fat tip of Vi's cock pushing slowly, spreading her open and making her moan loudly as she begins to get filled with her.

Two rough hands grabbed Caitlyn's breasts, squeezing gently before they would get busy with her nipples, pulling, pinching, and her pussy couldn't help but tighten around Vi's thick, long cock.

She always felt so good whenever she is full of Vi.

Caitlyn was so desperate, she couldn't wait to get used to her girlfriend's size, and began to move, bouncing on her lap, fucking herself, feeling that pain and pleasure combine, and Vi didn't know if she could stand it. Caitlyn was so deliciously hot, tight and good. It was driving Vi's crazy.

Those hands that were on her breasts moved away, and in a moment, Caitlyn was face on bed, hips being pulled up by strong hands before she began to get pounded by Vi.

"Cait," she panted, licking her own dry lips before leaning down to kiss her girlfriend's back, hips moving erratically, feeling so close. "You feel so good, you smell so damn good. Fuck--"

Underneath her, Caitlyn whimpered and moaned, her lips dry, her pussy dripping wet. She held from the blankets, letting her girlfriend, do whatever she wanted with her. Warm hands went back to her breasts, squeezing, caressing them, and pinching the very tips, the echo of their fucking making her feel so good.

Vi kept moving, shoving her cock with force inside her, and whenever she pulled out, she could feel and see her cock coated with Caitlyn's juices.

The abrupt orgasm of her omega took her by surprise, her wet, soft walls clenching hard around her cock, the intense scent drowning her, and in a desperate chase, she came too. Came inside her girlfriend, cock twitching, emptying herself in the deepest part of Caitlyn, marking her, making the enforcer hers.

"I love you, Cait," she whispered against her warm back after a few moments.

Caitlyn, who was still not fully back from her intense orgasm, hummed back with a smile. "I love you too, Vi."

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hhhh, ok. After stopping my heart like a virgin with the 2p FACE headcanons, can we see some aftercare? Do they spend any amount of time checking on the aftermath?

May wanna have 🚨emergency 🚨 on speed dial because you’ll have a humming bird heartbeat 💓 from this one .

🚬2p France 🚬 : The one who takes the most time himself to recover but he does make sure that you have everything you need and then some. I hope you like long luxurious bubble baths complete with smooth rain lofi, wine, or a hot beverage, a novel or magazine if you want, or he’ll even turn on a podcast. If all you want is silence he will happily oblige to your command. He wants to make sure you are comfortable as you decompress. He will go outside for a few cigarettes and will do his own time to unwind. Also, don’t be intimidated by his elongated silence and nothing more than one-word answers. He’s not angry just he’s 100% has a whole conversation going on his mind about seeing you in such an intimate capacity he… needs time to process.

He’s fallen in love and that’s not really a thing for him.

You now belong to him and eventually, he will come and join you in the bath and make sure that all of your needs are being met. He’s in a state of pure bliss while he gets to stare at your bare form. So enjoy the lavender and rose-scented air that romance has bloomed in.

🕶2p America🕶: Sucks at it but he’s learning. He’ll get it right eventually. And yes, I referring to the way that he’s not so good about romance. He does make sure that you are okay and will offer to help you to the bathroom and get you some water so that you can begin to stabilize yourself. He does make sure that during the act you’re okay and that he isn’t seriously injuring you. He does keep a first-aid kit stocked near the bed that has slings, an AED machine, bandaids, painkillers you name it he probably has it in the dresser. He’s that rough during the in-the-sheet shuffle.

He will gently apply Neosporin to your love bite, scratch, and bruise he gave you. He’ll praise you for surviving.

“Good y/n you’re as tough as the nails in my trusted bat.”

“You’re so eloquent with words.” You say sarcastically.

“I’m hot so what doll.” He will squeeze one of the areas he just finished mending just to be a dick. You’ll punch his arm playfully and call him an asshole. Next thing you know you’re making out again. And you’re going for another round. (Yes, in my previous post I did forget to mention that roughhousing / play fighting appeals to get you in the mood for lovemaking. He’s the only one and maybe Canada that can pull that move off well and put the stamina to keep it up.)

🍁2p Canada 🍁 : He’s a good romantic if not better in his 1p version. That means his aftercare is also top-notch. He’ll kiss you on the forehead and linger and his hot breath adds more condensation to your soft skin. He will look at you directly in the eyes and ask

“Tu vas bien ma feuille d’érable?” in his French Canadian accent he likes to use from time to time.

He’ll help you out of the bed so you can get to the indoor sauna that he built in his log cabin that is deep within the Canadian wilderness. He will offer to massage your hands, feet, and back. Matthew will also make sure you’re relaxed, clean, pampered, and fed.

He will make your favorite comfort food or if you let him he will make some classic Canadian favorites, like butter tarts, Montreal-style bagels, or his favorite Halifax donair. He will even spoon-feed you so you really won’t have to lift a finger.

🧁2p England🧁 :He will always finish by kissing your face all over and saying over and over “I love you” like an addicting harmonic song.

“Are you alright poppet?” He will lower his head to yours and gently ask: “Breakfast in bed with cupcakes to finish.” Once you confirm with him what you desire he cleans himself up so he can do so. He draws you a bath and lights cotton candy scented pink and yellow candles. He trys to keep a romantic but peaceful vibe long after you two are done for the day. He then headed down into the kitchen to help you recover.

“Make sure you’re hydrated by the way poppet.” He leaves a glass of sparkling water next to the bath as he came to check on you while he was cooking. Once your clean and he’s brought up the food you watch a movie together and doze off while snuggling one another.

[techmaturgy]

season 2, and he becomes more of the jerk he is in LoL? i'm really just trying to reconcile Arcane jayce (who i like) with LoL jayce (who seems rather unlikable) lmfao 3/3

Based on what you sent me before, correct me if I'm wrong but the gist is 'What do I feel about Arcane Jayce and LoL Jayce?" right? xD

UUHHH well i'm not the best person to ask bc tbh I greatly prefer Viktor. I disliked LoL Jayce bc ur right, his lore is terrible lmao but Arcane moved Jayce up to indifferent or 'okay'. I much like Arcane Jayce better and am very happy with the changes!! I'm really happy Viktor and Jayce got to be a forefront and that Arcane was able to fully highlight Viktor's positive qualities and allow everyone to give him his love : D

I don't know how Arcane is going to connect to LoL lore since so much has already been retconned, even with the original nature of their relationships (distant rivals to best friends!) and even Stanwick stuff was changed LMAO. I love that Jayce's mistakes and flaws stem from his desire to do good, when LoL Jayce basically just thought he was hot shit lmao. Even Vi's cupcake nickname was a sort of metagame taunt, not a genuine term of endearment (way better), so I doubt they'll try to make it run in line with the game. I would greatly prefer Arcane to be the 'canon' lore, but the games and the animation are so different it seems useless to compare them too much. I personally just see Arcane as the new and improved version of LoL lore condensed into a proper story, but ofc it's all up to how you choose to derive your enjoyment from it.

I hope Arcane Vik's robot form is gets a resign... I can't wait to see it!

[santastic]

the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

navigation || skz masterlist

Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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[aliayildiz9]

A Clumsy Introduction

Hello my hot cupcakes! 

(Lol I’ve been watching Arcane, and Vi telling Caitlyn “You’re hot, cupcake” lives in my head rent-free now HELP, I wish I was between those two in that scene—)

Not to get sidetracked, Hi, I’m Alia! And it’s a pleasure to meet you :3 My online personality is somewhere along the lines of “aggressively wholesome” so fair warning, it gets worse from here lmao, run if you want to now. 

I thought an introduction post was necessary, otherwise knowing me, I’d never make my first post at all. My ancestors could be turning in their graves and yeeting me around in a coffin dance before I’d have the courage to finally write something and hit “post”. So ig you’ve learned 2 things abt me so far:  1. I simp over animated bisexual women  2. You’ve entered my blog now and I won’t let you leave (check your door, maybe it’s locked >:3) because my writing anxiety à la perfectionism has already stopped me from starting this project an UNCOUNTABLE number of times

Don’t believe me? Woolgathering is brought to you by the haunted souls of 14 tumblr themes and 26 articles that got trashed, fired, or banished by me to the land of Unpublished & Fuck-This-I-Can’t over the last 11 months. I made this url 11 months ago and it’s taken a whole year to finally set aside my fears and go ahead with this overdue baby called my blog. 

She’s imperfect and she’ll always be, which I realized a little late, but I hope you love her as much as I do.

“Lazy” is that favorite boomer word which old people practically bust a nut at when accusing us of it (deeply sorry for that visual btw). My client – this blog – objects to that idea >:)   

We’re not lazy. Or spoiled, or weak, or lying about mental illness. We’re the heartbreaking product of a modern world where more is possible than ever before, yet our curiosity, individuality, and self-image are systematically murdered in our childhoods and teenage years and over and over again as adults. For the first time we’re not suffering from disease, poverty, or war…. but we’re carrying generational trauma and we’re only becoming brave and sensitive enough now to admit that we’re locked up in cages of our own minds, struggling to wriggle free and pursue what lights our wings on fire. 

As kids we were all handed those wooden toys that taught us how squares go in square shaped holes and triangles go in triangle shaped holes, etc., right? If a particularly stubborn or dum-dum sibling (me LMAO) tried to force the blocks into differently shaped holes, our parents would say, “that’s not where that belongs, you’ll damage it.” So why does it come as a surprise that when the world around us has changed so much yet we’re forcibly living with the outdated rules and structures of the previous decades, we can’t be happy or satisfied despite having so much?

But old systems aren’t the only one to blame. Not a single one of you can tell me that you don’t live 100 out of 300 days in a year handcuffed to your phone or laptop, scrolling and clicking and tapping and reading and typing and watching until your soul has bled into its microchip and soldered your existence there. We don’t have unique lives anymore - everyday is the same and too many of us sleep through it, held back by ignorance, fear, doubt, anxiety, expectations, stress, responsibilities, whatever it may be. The screens dazzle and distract us from this truth long enough to forget and bury it under family vacation pictures and school trip selfies on Instagram 13 times a year that prove to others that we too, have a life.          

It’s my belief that if people could push aside the dense veil of oblivion and shame from their eyes, they would enter a state of freedom and endless possibilities. If we all dared to reflect, repair, apologize, and awaken, then we could let our deepest desires steer the boat, challenge toxic thoughts that stands in the way, and work together to make this world a beautiful place of acceptance and belonging. 

If you share my vision of a healing world, Woolgathering is for you. But even if you’re just a dreamer like me, sighing at romantic k-dramas, taking sunset and moon pictures regardless of shit camera quality, and writing limitless alternate endings to your main character story all in your head… then this blog will suit you like pandas to bamboo. 

I’ve spent 19 years feeling more alive in my daydreams than reality. This is my personal blog, a sanctuary for me to pen my thoughts, express my ideals, comfort those who are wronged for being different, and reblog lots and lots of cute cat pictures. You’ll be safe here, I promise. And if you can learn something and take it home in your heart, even better. 

That’s enough for this chaotic post. Keep collecting those cottony clouds, fellow dreamer.

Head kisses for everyone, I hope you have a nice day :))

Yours,

Alia 

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