#((love when i get asks to dig in him owo ))

[terrminallycapricious]

4, 5, 6, 7, 15

4: If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

i think, i dont know if id wanna be reborn? i've lived so motherfuckin...LONG. only way id wanna be reborn is if it was a good fuckin reason - that which is unknown to me right now. honestly if i fuckin do though without my choice, then i guess i'll just deal.

5: If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

i got a complicated relationship with this one. so many motherfuckin ideas of which been influenced on me when i got to earth, and what i grew up in. nature being all motherfuckin neutral, but no matter what they all have a place in the universe. i dont know if they ever think of anything other than right here in the universe - no afterthought. while i hope on some kind of paradise where everybody i knew is happy - NOT the fuckin bubbles, and or not the furthest ring where some of my alts ended up, i dont really know. i'm just holdin hope that what ive done wrong aint to bite me back on the ass. and i have a funny motherfuckin feeling, a foolish interaction with a certain motherfucker on here, might've already damned me in some ways. never was a full deal with the devil, but it was close.

6: Have you ever taken someone's life?

HAHAHAHAHA )o:

7: Are you afraid of dying?

not really, i mean, i wont know whats real out there unless i die. its almost impossible for me to fully fuckin die forever, though. but i know it could STILL happen. a body cant hold onto its stability forever, everythings gotta fuckin lie in the dirt. i feel as old as dirt my motherfuckin self. sometimes i expect how 'death' feels for me and i just deal, and sometimes it hurts cuz i got anticipation anxieties so it freaks me the fuck out. but I still get back up.

15: Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?

oh man, plenty. way back when we were on the meteor, and nepeta- i kinda wish she did succeed in killin me but yknow how I was.

then later on, fights happened with strangers, almost died, HAVE died in some of em.

attempted assassination me bein emperor a few times now.

theres more but i aint count anymore.

[occasionalsnippets]

I’m curious about Tim and MC’s relationship.

Like, is Tim grateful for the fact that MC took care of him?

Does he know that MC took his shifts as Robin so he wouldn’t deal with B’s bad days/nights?

Does he know that Jack and Janet didn’t really like MC?

How much does he resent Jack and Janet?

How does he bond/show his love for his sibling?

Also, how would the members of the Batfam bond with MC? (Before and After Damian snitched)

And what do the Batfam think of MC?

- Storm.Anon

Focusing on just Tim for this! Send another ask for other Batfam members owo because I do want to individually dig into each relationship.

Taglist: @dragondevinity, @lonely-star2044, @sheep-from-rad, @ilxandra, @thethingwiththefeathers, @star-wars-lycanwing-bat, @sackofsadstuff, @zonked-times, @paastaboi, @venfia, @fantasy-angelo, @linaisadream, @shirp-collector-of-fixations

Their relationship is both less complicated and more complicated than it should be. On one hand, you’re Tim's older sister-caretaker-parental figure-best friend- who can’t be categorized neatly into any singular category. On the other hand, none of those categories matter when you are the person he trusts more than anyone else in the world. More than he trusts himself.

Your parents do not hate you. You were an accident (huge, immensely big, giant accident) but they do care for you in some nebulous, difficult to discern, rich-people kind of way. They give you all the money you could want. They teach you the rules of high society and how to deal with the company. They try. Sometimes.

In many ways, you are their protege and student before a lot of things but you are still your mother’s child. A reflection of Janet Drake in every way that matters with a mind like a steel trap and a mouth that murmurs sweet poison. It is one of the main things Tim notes as a child when he thinks of you and mother.

The biggest mark against your parents, really, is the neglect. Their children weren’t their number one priority and both you and Tim knew. They could be worse. They could be better. C+ parenting all around.

Tim’s view on Jack and Janet are a bit fickle? Inconsistent? Complicated? He had wished for a very long time when he was younger for them to come home more often but he never really processed the whole situation until you forced everyone to get therapy. There’s quiet sadness in his feelings about his parents but not really resentment, not like you.

Not that those feelings have anywhere to go anymore. Both of you still grieved during their funerals.

Tim gives you gifts on mother and father's day and overtime the message written in the cards attached get longer and sillier. He still remembers the stillness of your initial reaction when he first presented you with a card.

He hadn't really noticed how much you did behind the scenes until he got older and realized you were internalizing a hell of a lot of things. His early days of existence are marked by your ever encompassing presence in his life. His parents leave. You stay. You always stay even as he digs himself into the pit that is becoming Robin.

He can always rely on you. If there is any truth in his life then it is that you will always be there for him. So, when you tell him with dark shadows cast upon your face that he shouldn't go out as Robin tonight, he accepts with minor protests.

You keep detailed reports on patrol to keep everyone updated when you're filling in as Robin and the ones from Tim's early days are... rough. Tim reads them because of course he does, and talks with you about it. A lot. You insist that he shouldn't have to deal with Batman because Tim is like 13 and Tim keeps saying that he chose this. So, the two of you compromise on it. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?

No one else really reads the old patrol reports. What happens during the early days stays between you and Tim and Bruce. Tim thinks Bruce still feels guilty about it, about both him and you.

Tim shows affection for you the same way you show affection. He'll go to company meetings in your stead. He learns to cook and bring meals to you when you're too busy. He orders materials for your hobbies whenever he notices you're running out.

Your relationship is not immune to normal sibling shenanigans though. You yell, you fight, he stands a centimetre away from the entrance of your room for no apparent reason, the two of you want to kill each other sometimes because "mother and father always liked you better-" and "I never wanted to raise you-"

You and Tim are so crazily co-dependent even if it isn't obvious. You're a bit less dependent than he is but you've also revolved your life around him and everything you do is basically for him so how true that statement is can be debated.

Sometimes you think you need him in order to be allowed to exist. There is no role for you except in reference to him, to your little brother who you'd give the world to.

Tim literally doesn't know how he'd survive or live without you. You taught him unconditional love. You're his favourite person. You've always protected him. He can't fathom the idea of existing without you.

You're impossible to separate from him and him from you. Aren't the two of you one and the same? Where does one end and the other begin? Who is he if not a reflection of you and who you raised him to be?

Alsjfjak so yeah. The Siblings. Them.

[ghostieyanyan]

Have you heard of the musical Ride the Cyclone? I thought of an MC who’s inspired by Jane Doe. They died and lost their head somewhere so they got isekai’d into twisted wonderland with a doll head to replace their lost one instead and they walk around with their headless doll. They have no memory of who they used to be and they’re very naive about how things work in the new world they’re transported to. If anyone of the boys goes Yandere for Jane Doe!Mc, any one of the would take advantage of their amnesia and keep them to theirselves. Which one of the boys do you think would be the most manipulative when it comes to stealing Jane Doe!Mc?

If you don’t know the musical, feel free to skip.

i havent seen the musical, but i love the idea of just some twst yandere taking advantage of amnesia mc. like they would use mc to make them their perfect little play thing or "help" them find themselves, only to hurt them with betrayal. also i know that a good handfull of the twst characters are sadistic but im gonna just list a few (cause if i went their all of them, qwq, this will be a very long post xD)

Also there’s only one drawing in this post (because it felt weird not not include one so ye) but it’s mainly fanfic and I’ll be labeled it as fanfic and not as fanfic plus art… if that’s cool owo

~Amnesia!Mc~

Yan!Ace x mc x Yan!Deuce

Yan!Lilia x mc

Yan!Rook x mc

Yan!Trey x mc

Warning: yandere, manipulation, stalking, threats, hint of murder, mention of war and starvation, hunting, displaying you like a animal(?), kidnapping,

~~~~~

Ace and Deuce

Why are these two together? cause they are chaotic together and i love how it can be wholesome at times.

In the relationship, they both agreed to help mc and also show them the ropes of twisted wonderland. Deuce, more on the side of helping mc with finding themself, because he understands how it can be very difficult at times. But he also doesn't want mc to go home so soon. Ace, more on the side of wanting mc to stay in twisted wonderland, but also help them find themself with him and deuce in mind. They basically agreed to be the opposite sides to the same coin.

They'll, of course, fight with each other on how to help you. what thing are most important for you to work on right now? but they overall want the same thing. but they are still very mischievous when they want to be.

Example, Ace will in intentional start fights with deuce to show mc that they'll be so lost without you to step in to help. or even, when they get into a situation that they need your help to solve.

"only their perfect can save them. don't leave them alone. they'd be lost without you."

But deuce, he would show you the amazing things that twisted wonderland could offer and see if you like anything or dislike it. i imagine he has a book with all your like and dislikes, your taste, favorite food and drinks, how you like certain things or your hobbies. plus if you forget anything, he'll be there to help.

if someone outside their group ask about their strange behavior with you, they will deny it all. but if this person keeps digging, ace and deuce will show them how protective they can be.

if you asked about their strange behavior, they'll just tell you that you're imagining things.

"maybe its some of your old memories coming back? but they don't make sense? strange..."

~~~~~

Lilia

"Awww what a cute little human that lost their way~ it reminds me of when i met Silver~ so cute~"

this man will 100% use your amnesia to make you into his play thing. he could mold you into a sibling for Silver. he could mold you into a great warrior for malleus, side by side with sebek. or he can even mold you to be his and his alone.

with his years of experience of life, he'll show you anything you wish to see and make your dreams come true. he'll tell you stories, a mix between fairy tales to myths to his very own experiences. he'll show you everything and anything, for the price of your name~

he's given you no reason on not to trust him. Lilia takes great care of you when you first came to his world. i mean with tweedldee and tweedledumber, plus that beast cat, you'll likely be dead by the first week.

Lilia takes every opportunity to take you away to diasomnia and cares for you. with a high secured castle plus luxury food, he tried to feed you his meet one time and you fell into a coma for a week... maybe the vegs were bad?

if you had an issue with this arrangement, he'll gladly show you the dangerous of this world without his aid. he'll show you a small unimportant war that was just west coast of the main land. all the deaths and threats, the horrors in peoples faces. how some people became mad and turn against their own kind for a glimpse of hope in their future, only for it to be ripe away when they get caught. Lilia will also show you the horror that are not necessarily violent like war. hungry starving kids and families that had to turn to stealing just to make sure they're guaranteed a place in tomorrow. he'll tell you that the cycle repeats whether people like it or not.

"That's why its safer to be with me. the world is a cruel place, a place that a sweet angel like you doesnt belong. this place also has a good handful of cueal people aswell. youre not even garentee that crowel will find a way home for you, he doesnt even know that place! thats why its safer with me. ill keep you safe. now rest... youve had a very long day..."

~~~~~

Rook

the beauty of it all! To Rook, you are like a blank piece of paper waiting for a poet to spill their silk words on you. you're like a caterpillar waiting for some leaves to turn into a chrysalis and then to your turn form as a beautiful butterfly~

Rook doesn't have any ill intent for you but he merely aims to preserve your pure innocents. in his words, keep your angelic wings white from the impurities of the world. he will not hesitate to strike down anything or any one that wants you to fall, or cover your wings in their mud.

he admits, its difficult to learn anything about you when you don't even remember who you are, but in a way its beautiful for him. like a bird learning how to fly.

if you ask him about his view on beauty, he'll gladly show you all the beauties in the world. hell show you how some things look scary or mysterious can look enchanted. but if anything ugly comes in your way, he'll shield you from it and make it disappear on the face of twisted wonderland.

if you dont like what hes doing and you try to run from him.. lets say Rook loves a good hunt. He will not stop until he finds his butterfly. of course, he doesn't want to hurt you, or even dirty you in any means, but he will threaten you. Rook would say that if anything bad would happen to you, to not have the light in your eyes that he loves so much, he'll display you like those beautiful insect display in a museum. you'll forever be part of his display from his hunts.

but you dont want that to happen right? he wants you to live! to fly with the other butterflies.

but maybe Night Raven College is no place for a fragile butterfly like you to be in. he doesnt might taking you away for only his eyes to see. he'll take great care of you.

"what do you say~?"

~~~~~

Trey

Whether Trey likes it or not, he takes great care of his dorm, like a big brother or even a dad for some. so when he saw you, his instict took over and he immediately was worried for you.

"did you eat yet? how's your day? anyone giving you a hard time? are ace and deuce causing trouble for you? you look pale! come on, follow me. we have some treats in Heartslabyul that will make you feel better"

to say he spoils you with sweets is an understatement, and if you are craving sweets then he'll gladly make you something else. don't worry about repaying him. you're smile and well being are perfect payment.

even though Trey has a very busy schedule, being the vice housewarden, being part of the science club, taken care of his house, plus riddle, he still makes time for you.

a lot of people wonders how but like magic, he makes it works. for some, its a little creepy. Trey starts to show up, like he knows your schedule like the back of his hand. always with treats and a drink in hand.

if there are people causing you trouble, or in trey's eyes, people he does not approves of. he'll tell you in a "im just looking out for you manner."

Trey will get you, sit you down, hands you some treats and talks to you about his "issues" with your friends. he might just say some things that make you see your friends in a different light. the type of light that makes you not rely on them too much. But you can rely on Trey if anything comes up.

also whether he sees you in the light of a sibling or a partner, you're not 100% sure which one. but all the things he does for you... is coming from the heart..

~~~~~

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies about recent posting, but also FINALLY some general twst-related replies! Musing about possible birthday cards themes, talking about Lilia's seiyuu spicy past work, discussing Ace being a little loser, twst boys enjoying others' tears, some elements of draconian anatomy aaand some other stuff that I'm forgetting,

Anonymous asked:

Sorry for bombarding your askbox with praise lately but I cannot help it. Your drawings are such treats to me LMAO

There's such few gidefellow in the world and I will gnaw on every fanart I see 💚

Never be sorry for that! Praise me more!! \owo/ Hehe thank you so much.

I am very happy you’re enjoying these two; I love drawing them a lot. It’s a shame they’re not more popular.

Anonymous asked:

Every time you post a woman, I am reminded I am no better than a man. Thank you.

Thank you, Anon! And I’m sorry for making you feel that way 😭 I feel the same way when I draw them… love the ladies…

Anonymous asked:

Girl, you know what i feel when i see those skin?

I’m cackling, thank you...

Anonymous asked:

Well it's good that Epel is in the clear but I felt that he might despise Vil for using his family apple juice as the murder weapon that could lead to his family into trouble. Sometimes I feel like if that Vil murdered Neige happened, Epel might ended up being upset at Vil given how deeply care about his family and their farm and he use the apple juice for a contest that Vil wants to prove himself. Ironic how if Vil didn't try to attempt on that, he could have won given how votes are almost tied and would have earn more votes if he didn't overblot which would made the VDC members not exhausted from the fight as stated in chapter 6.

Yeah, Epel’s feelings regarding this whole situation is an interesting topic, it would probably take a lot of time for him to understand what was going on inside Vil’s head back then, if he ever would understand that. He might also never forgive him, and forget pretty much everything Vil had taught him, but also start antagonising all the “girly stuff” more because now he has this negative association.

It’s also interesting to think about what would’ve happened if Vil didn’t overblot… maybe they really would have won, but also maybe Vil was already too deeply into his own head and wouldn’t express the passion needed for Rook to give him the vote. But anyway, even Vil himself accepted that it was his fault that they didn’t win, and that his overblot really exhausted everyone and made the dance worse.

Anonymous asked:

YOU SIR IS ON FIRE

Thank you!... God it’s burning!!

Anonymous asked:

You are really spoiling us with legs and thighs ☺️💚 Thank you for all the arts you draw 🫡

As you've said before 'peak male performance' So true btw

This also made me think(and hope) about ショタ birthday cards. I mean, it could be a great birthday series for personal stories (for me at least). I can just imagine funny and wholesome moments lol.

Sorry for babbling in your askbox lmao. This is just me huffing on copium fumes 😭. But I think Yana would get it though 😂

Thank you so much, Anon <3 I really enjoy rendering legs and thighs lately hehe, I’m happy you like how it looks! It really is peak male performance…

Oh god, that theme for birthday cards would be insanely fun… and it’s not entirely unthinkable! Maybe I’m huffing on copium too, but I know Prince of Tennis mangaka did something similar once, and Yana used to be super into Prince of Tennis in her pre-Kuroshitsuji days, so who knows.

I just wanna see cute designs..!!

Anonymous asked:

Hi, did you know Hikaru Midorikawa (Lilia's voice actor) voiced in a ridiculous amount of r18 bl drama cds both as uke and seme or are you normal? Anyway, for all the horny people out there, if you dig deep enough you can find dozens of them for free on old fujoshi blogs. This is the flilthiest and most absurd piece of knowledge I own and I had to share it with you thirsty weebs

Yes of course I know, Anon! I also know that he spent his active blcd years joined at the hip with Koyasu Takehito, so when we learned that he voices Sebek’s grandpa we completely lost it – this man follows him everywhere! Too bad they’re not a ship for us this time lol

So yeah, please, if anyone didn’t know about this, feel free to look it up, you should be able to stumble upon some interesting stuff.

Also also, Ace’s and Deuce’s VA also did a bl drama together a couple of years ago, and theirs was so popular that it broke some kind of record… because you know, woah, ADeuce fucking…

Anonymous asked:

I just wanna say how much I adore how you've made Ace a struggling failure of a top XD he just cannot catch a break ever and I LOVE it! Even when he does manage to make some progress (finally confessing to Deuce, kissing Epel) it's not satisfying (Rook popping in to ruin the mood, failing to make Deuce jealous). Please keep it up.

Thank you, Anon! <3 I love teasing Ace a little bit lol He has a lot of feelings and desires, and also a lot of inner conflict and wanting to look like he isn’t all that interested… One would say the universe would reward him for taking all those brave little steps, but somehow he really does always end up failing somehow… is it his karma for being a douche??

But honestly, I want to balance it up a little bit every now and then; I think even Ace-the-failure has his cool moments sometimes. Sometimes… But for every cool Ace moment there are a couple of moments of Ace wanting to be smooth but not being smooth at all.

It’s okay, he’s a baby top, he’ll learn…

Anonymous asked:

Azul would force his lover to deep throat his tentacles, just saying

Absolutely, Anon, that’s a fact, not even a question.

Anonymous asked:

I'm sure there's a lot of criers

Anyone who licks the the tears away and goes like "Hm, salty" or some shit

Absolutely, Anon.

I feel like every Octa-trio guy would do that lol Can’t quite put it past any of them. Azul, however, would drink his enemies’ (victims’) tears from a martini glass, he is more classy than those two~

I can also picture Lilia doing that, but to him it’s a much rarer occasion these days; he used to do it more often though…

Rook as well, but to him it wouldn’t be a malicious gesture, just a slightly creepy one. Whenever he sees someone crying, he genuinely wants to taste the saltiness…

And you know what? Jack. Even less malicious than Rook, just some intrusive thoughts winning over this pup’s mind. And his “Hm, salty” would sounds very earnest. Of course it’s salty, you silly…

thestarlightfae asked:

Do you think Malleus has nipples? He is a draconic fae. Dragon are famously reptiles which do not breast feed, and while I have admittedly not confirmed it I would assume that means they do not have nipples. So is it the same with Malleus? Maybe he tapes fake nipples on to blend in better with the humans 🤔 Food for thought!

You know it’s a good question because I know he probably shouldn’t, but I still can’t help but draw him with both nipples and a bellybutton. Like, Lilia is a different story, he is a bat and a mammal, but Malleus… on the other hand though, Malleus’ mom has boobs for some reason, so…

Now you made me think about Malleus having fake nipples noooo~ Maybe it’s magic.

Anonymous asked:

They say dragon have 2 dick. You make me think that malleus waste both his dick when he the bottom.

Exactly, Anon, this is the hot part!

I can’t believe I’ve never drawn Malleus with two dicks before… there is another character from another title that has two dicks (not officially, ofc, just a headcanon of ours), and he is a bottom to us as well, so Malleus should absolutely be drawn with two every now and then.

He could squeeze his man’s dick with his two swords, you know…

[arrancxr]

32. "I don't care if it takes all night, you will submit" with Nnoitra please. I love him so much, but he does need to be put in his place sometimes. Especially in a pleasurable way owo

32. “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

You dig your nails into the back of his neck, just hard enough to sting. Nnoitra’s Hierro is down, leaving his skin vulnerable and soft— but it still takes a significant amount of force, by your standards, for him to feel it.

Nnoitra growls in the back of his throat at the pressure. His body tenses, defiant even while bent forward with his face shoved into your sheets, spine curled, thighs angled just far enough open to give you access to the soft flesh between them. Instinctively, he’s expecting a fight. That reflex won’t go away just from knowing you have different plans. 

“Relax,” you say, in a firm, steady tone to go along with your tightening grip. “We’re not moving on until you calm down.”

Nnoitra snarls something too muffled to properly make out, save for the all-too-common fuck you. The corded muscles under your nails go even tenser, somehow, until it feels like you’re gripping at steel wire, pulled taut.

You sigh, then lean in close enough for him to feel your breath on his nape. “I don’t care if we have to do this all night, Nnoitra. You will submit.” The urge to say I won’t hurt you is strong, but you force it back. Anything that sounds too much like pity will only make this more painful for him.

Little by little, the tension starts to seep away. Some prey-minded instinct, leftover from the time before he was the one ripping other Hollows’ throats out, kicks in as you hold him there. The inhuman growling quiets, then dies down altogether, as his bony fingers curl to clutch at the fabric underneath them. Tentatively, you bring your other hand to his hip, anticipating a flinch— and Nnoitra stays entirely still. No visible response.

It’s not quite enough to qualify as relaxed, but with Nnoitra, that’s as close as you’ll likely ever get. Even when your hand moves lower, palm pressed against the flat muscle of his abdomen, his only protest is a quiet hiss of breath through gritted teeth; wary and uncomfortable, yet still allowing the touch. Not fighting you— and that alone says plenty.

His surrender means you can continue, though, so you don’t let your hand linger for long. Nnoitra is already half-hard when you take his cock into your grasp— perhaps just because getting pinned beneath you makes this feel like a fight. As always, even here, his skin feels cold against yours.

“Don’t,” you scold, when you feel his muscles going tight again under the hand at his nape. “If you try to be stubborn, I’ll stop. You don’t have to ask for this, but that means you have to stay still, and take it.”

It’s a precarious bargain, but the only way he can stomach non-violent touch at all, as of now. Not having to beg makes intimacy more bearable.

Despite muttering another nasty remark (again, nearly too muffled to hear), Nnoitra obeys. The creeping tension fades, and you reward his compliance with a slow, indulgent stroke that has his cock jerking under your palm; a sufficient distraction from the bitter death of his pride.

[miusmusings]

thank you for tagging me ! i just hope that i have enough time to dig into my WIP XD

and i really want to know more about AutoNubneung baking fic

Thanks for the ask!! <33

This is actually one of my fav fics but i've gotten distracted while writing it and now i can't get back :')

it's is a very silly, very fluffy one where Nueng teaches Auto how to bake because being a talented chef, Auto has never baked anything. He was always too busy taking care of his family's chinese restaurant, and is now scared to bake cause he feels that he *will* mess it all up. part of his insecurity comes from how Nueng can bake so, so well, and also pull off a more than decent savoury dish when need be—Auto feels like a one trick horse.

anyway, Neung shows his around the kitchen and helps Auto to bake a simple cake for Chef Oab's bday. Auto is sure he will mess it up and why is he the one baking when he has a baker bf?? but they both know oab will love it more if it's from Auto's hand cause that grumpy chef likes to pass cooking skills to ppl who love cooking owo

Auto does mess up, and his icing skills are horrible, but with Neung's help and his own efforts, they end up with an edible (downright delicious, if you ask Nueng) cake with amateurish icing.

Ofc, they make a mess with the leftover icing and get it all over the place! (Nueng smears icing on his lips and says he needs help cleaning up. Auto rolls his eyes but ends up kissing him in the end!)

[phantasmiafxndom]

Hmm, for the Test Subject AU, could I ask for some headcanons of Head Scientist Reader whipping TWST Vil? (Officially, it’s to ‘test the regeneration/healing properties of individuals who possess Magic’ but in reality Reader is just sadistic lmao)

Reader just completely destroying his back and his chest, and then mocking him about how “it’s such a shame that the scars will ruin your once perfect skin”. If you wanna be really cruel, afterwards Reader could even dig their fingers into the wound and talk about how ugly the scarring is going to be, how not even makeup will be able to cover the scars up, and how no one will ever want to even see his hideous body, let alone touch it by the time their done with him.

Oooooooh, fun. OwO I always love a chance to make Vil miserable~

. . .

• Vil liked to think he had a decent pain tolerance. Maintaining a good image even under discomfort is something he used to pride himself on... but since he's been taken in as a subject, he's learned what real suffering is. When you announce this particular experiment, he knows it's going to be bad. While you make a fancy excuse as to why you need to beat him bloody, Vil knows you're doing this just because you want to torture him. And of course, there's not a thing he can do to stop it.

• The whipping is agony. It's not the most painful thing that's happened to him here, but he's still fighting back screams with every hit. And of course, it's made much, much worse by the damage he knows it's causing. Since he's been here, he's gotten scars— ones that are never going to go away. But they've been small, subtle. This is the exact opposite. With how much blood he can feel running down his back, they're never going to heal neatly. That's the part that hurts the most. Even if he gets out of here someday, he'll never be free of the ugly remains.

• Your taunting only makes it worse. The whipping is bad enough when he can bear it in silence, but as you start to laughingly remind him of all the ways you're ruining him, Vil hits a breaking point. He doesn't want to listen to you. Normally, the opinions of someone like you would mean nothing. But helpless as he is, in so much pain, every word feels like a stab wound. Eventually, he's in tears, sobbing as he bites his lip so hard blood fills his mouth, and just trying, trying not to listen to the way you're taunting him.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Can you do some hcs of kuroo with a breeding kink \\\OwO///. I saw that he was one of the honorable mentions in a previous hc you did. If its not too much could you do it with Ushijima as well?

Yeeees I can. Also first time doing Ushi gushi so let’s see how well I do

Breeding headcanons [Kuroo, Ushijima]

Kuroo

> I feel like he’d have one because of his home life. With his absent sister and absent mother, he grew up introverted until he met Kenma basically. He’d probably want to have kids and give them the life he wished he had and prove that he can be a good dad.

> He has the moolah to spoil you and kids so like... you’re his housewife. Before kids come in the picture, you’re being trained to be his housewife and if you’re good at it? You get a treat!

> A treat AKA his thick cock pumping you full. He may not be actively trying to get you pregnant but he loves the feeling of filling you up and watching it drip out of you. Only for him to push back in while you’re whining cause you’re so sensitive.

> He is the best at overstimulation because he knows exactly which buttons to press that has you creaming on his cock in seconds. You’re in your fourth orgasm and he’s finally spilling his seed into you. This is slightly in relation to his breeding kink, but I just felt like adding it.

“Mm, Tetsu,” Your whines reach his ears, your hands threading through his locks. Smirking down at you, he nudges your nose with his, pressing a sweet kiss to it.

“Yes, kitten?” He asks, although he knows why you’re whining. Your legs are shaking and you’re overly sensitive, but he’s still rock hard inside you. Bent over the kitchen table wasn’t something in your day schedule, but when you just so happened to be in nothing but panties and your husband’s t-shirt? Kuroo couldn’t help himself, practically ripping your panties off to fuck you.

“I’m too sensitive..” you trail off, mewl coming from your throat as Kuroo’s hips start thrusting again. He doesn’t answer, instead deciding to just pick up the pace as you moan and mewl. With his hands on your back and his spilled loads leaking out of you, he thinks you just might get pregnant this time.

Ushijima

> Ushi Gushi™️ is one of the few that probably has a breeding kink because his partner has one lol I honestly think he doesn’t understand a lot about sex until he actually does it (or Tendō tells him about it).

> Maybe Tendō mentions about some girl he fucked or his girlfriend having a breeding kink and Ushijima is like “explain that to me.” Once it’s explained, he’s probably still confused, maybe sees an appeal. Maybe.

> But when it comes to you? His adorable little girlfriend who he adores? He understands the appeal. It’s not a maybe, he can understand wanting to fill you with his cum. He especially loves when he holds you down and you whine like a baby because it’s always too much for you.

> So when you tell him to go raw one day, he feels a mixture of excitement and confusion and a touch of fear. You explain since you’re on birth control, he can come inside of you instead of having to pull out or use a condom. Even though the risk is low, it’s not impossible to get pregnant.

“T-Toshi,” Your hands are digging into his biceps as he fucks you relentlessly. Your tongue is hanging from your mouth as you feel his fat cock nudge that special spot inside you. With his endless stamina, you’re always fucked dumb by the time he’s had his fill — it seems like he’s even more revved to go than before.

“You’re doing well, my love,” he grunts, rutting his hips against your ass as he spills another load into you. With how heavy and virile his cum is, it’ll be a miracle to not get pregnant. When he presses on your stomach, you whine as he moves his hips, feeling his cock inside you. “Again,”

“Again?” You moan, feeling his thumb flick your clit, your legs twitching with the motion. His hands dig into the flesh of your thigh, keeping you spread open while he pumps his cock into you, slowly, while he watches his seed ooze around his girth. Taking his cock completely out, you feel a sense of relief only to feel his fingers push into your cunt.

“Don’t spill a drop,” is all he says. Once he gets tired of pushing it back in, he sighs and lines himself back up. Your walls squeeze him like a vice as he sinks back in, as if you don’t want him to leave.

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Childe NSFW Headcanons

May not make sense 100% due to mind still clouded by sickness lmaooo

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Sex is a drug to Childe that has the same ecstasy as that of a good fight, a less threatening and less deadly alternative. It makes his heart pump in excitement, his muscles strain the same way as reflex, stamina challenged to the max against an opponent.

And honestly, in his eyes, the bed too is a battlefield. There are a lot of things taken into consideration when in the bed with this man:

He likes to wrestle for dominance and his stamina is that of a lion in heat. While he lives in the sensation, he also revels in the pleasure of his partner. It's a two-way battle, and every moment in bed will not be dull when you deal with him.

Clothes are off his back everytime, no skips. Doesn't matter if you're not taking yours off, even if it's much appreciated if it wasn't on you, but he's keeping his back out on the open— yes, back.

He prides himself victorious whenever you dig your nails into his back, the sensation tingling him and the pain edging him with thrill.

With that in mind, Childe pays CLOSE attention to your fingernails before every session. If they're long and sharp, that's cool, spicy. If they're trimmed down and filed tho, hoho, it's gonna be a loooong night.

He will make it his mission, an added challenge, for you to scratch his back DEEP with those dull fingernails and he will pound you into oblivion until you manage that. If not— well oopsie, the sun is shining now.

You may despise the scars on his back but he loves the heck out of it. Able to pleasure you like that, he'll definitely go around the house shirtless just to flex for a bit over the good night you had.

Speaking of being shirtless, he keeps his gloves on for a short period of time during your woohoo. Uh, why? Because the graze of the material when he runs it over your supple skin gives you the slightest yet most delectable shiver he savours watching.

The way you writhe under his grasp just like that, intensified too with how dim the lights are and how unexpected his fleeting touches would be—

Then he'll toss it away because he wants to finally grasp your flesh fully under his touch. Good shit.

Aftercare for child is,,, dependent. This decision lies mostly on you, criterias such as: a) whether you're conscious after sex, and b) whether you're conscious that you're clean after sex.

If you're too lazy or tired for cleaning up, he's uhm he's actually staying in you. Knotting. You're sleeping with a piece of him in you, so too uh totally prevent your juices from spilling hehe.

If you wake up aroused because of your circumstance, he'll happily indulge you. But he's honestly satisfied as is, so you don't have to worry about working so early in the morning.

Frustrated sex/hate sex barely happens, or doesn't happen at all. Tartaglia excels in strength in more ways that exceed your own, a huge chance he can punt you to the ground easily. And this knowledge, although thrilling, scares the man a lot.

Frustration, stress and anger is dealt off by finding someone to fight. He will not risk hurting you beyond what is pleasurable in bed.

Because to him moments together with you should be done out of love and nothing more.

He wants you to sleep in the bed remembering good memories, to dream in a blanket of positive thoughts and no remains of such horrible fragments.

It's always either top, bottom or switch right. So I present to you: all of the above. Childe likes to be on top, and if you try to dominate, he'll gladly be bottom— power bottom. Sorry honey, it's a battlefield, man's not backing down.

And finally, hands. He likes to either have your hands joined together during sex or your hands ALWAYS on him. Your squeezes and grips can ground him and he uses it to look out for his strength a lot: he uses your grip and noises to measure whether he's going too strong or too slow and will adjust accordingly.

Scaramouche NSFW Headcanons

Didn't see this one coming, did you? owo

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Scaramouche is into show and tell a lot, and even before the game itself, he's making things slow and sensual in the rare moments that he has all the time in the world tonight.

He'll slowly take off his pieces of clothing one by one while maintaining solid eye contact, making sure you watch. And after his, it is his obligation to the same to you, hand gliding over the buttons and undoing them with slow yet precise movements.

He acts like a predator seducing his prey before pouncing. Urging. Manipulating. Soon enough while your senses are overwhelmed with the tingles of his hands brushing against your skin ever so slightly, you'd already found yourself on your back on the bed, fully undressed.

No, Scaramouche does not wear his fuckin hat in bed, don't ruin the mood-

Sex is like therapy to him especially with you. He uses it to get away from the world's heavy burdens and cruel machinations by drowning himself in pleasure enough to pull him away. And with this he brings you the gentleness he only ever uses when he muses or ploys under the enemy's nose.

He will divulge himself in all the details, run his hand over your ecstatic flesh: how your blood flows through your body, the bumps appearing as he passes by it, how your pulse quickens during such moments. If you look at his eyes, he looks distracted and far away, but he'll notice you staring and you'd know he's still there.

As one of his moments of relaxation, just like Childe he doesn't get violent or abusive during it. But it's not entirely impossible either, for he has moments where the frustration comes with him and he just needs a better, more brash distraction. Hot, steamy woohoo comes around when his idiot workmates do him under like the usual fuck-ups they are, lol.

Scaramouche... finds the most pleasure in overstimulation, from both sides. Short darling does not like to choose sides but he is very easy to flip over and top especially when he's still coming down from a high—

So while you top him and pound him while he's still sensitive, he's a writhing, begging mess. He's sputtering because of overstimulation, and you can do this over and over again until you know he's satisfied. How do you know he's done?

Ah, well, he flips you over and topping you for one last time with such a violent pace and a dangerous glint in his eyes. You dare make him putty, he'll do it ten times worse to you.

Scara likes bite marks on the first phase, the foreplay, or the slow and sensual phase. He doesn't like going to your neck, biting while on the peak of the sex, because it's both distracting and hard to crane so damn low like that.

The way he bites is like this: he'll first softly nuzzle his lips to your neck (his go-to spot for chomping), plant a lingering kiss, give a tentative lick then bite down. He will suck on it depending on how long he wants that hickey to stay, but there will always be ONE that stays for days. Sorry, citizen, standard procedure.

Another thing, Scaramouche is awfully quiet during sex. He doesn't hold back his noises but he ends up paying attention to yours more, aaaand he barely talks, whether it be sweet nothings or bitey remarks.

When you ask him about this the first time, the Harbinger would be pleasantly surprised because he himself didn't notice. But he could only offer a shrug and brush away the talk with a blush, stating something along the lines of 'pillow talk shouldn't be done in broad daylight.'

And so you made a hypothesis: he could be silent because he usually can't shut up like what the others said, right? Whether he quiets down from exhaustion or from guilt, you'll never find out.

After sex, he rests by leaning his ear on your chest, burying his face between your breasts. The sound is a nice lullaby enough to send him to sleep peacefully.

We all have our own interpretation of NSFW headcanons and this is just a personal thought upon breaking down their character deeper in a more psychological way lololol. May or may not be experienced on lewd stuff kek-

[violetarks]

Hello!! I saw you were asking for fictif requests and was wondering if you haven't already, may I have some general fluffy headcanons for Felix? I hope you have a wonderful day💕

General Fluff Headcanons

Game: Fictif

Character: Felix Iskander Escellun

Most definitely craves physical contact

But its that kind of thing where he thinks the more he desires it and stares at you, the more of a chance the universe will tell you to walk over and hug him

It takes you a while until you turn your head, bc you feel like someone is burning holes into your head :))

But all you see is felix flipping the page of his book

Felix: "is something wrong?"

You: "do you... need something?"

Felix: "pardon? no, i dont need anything."

But you know better

He's blushing, embarrassed that you caught him or nearly did

And you can see it as he adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat

Anyway, you do hold his hand, hug and kiss him if he feels comfortable

You hold his hand through portals and in market, bc he doesnt want to be separated from you

Kissing him in public is fORBiddEN bc he'll get all flustered and not be able to function right, resulting in glaring your way and pouting

Hugging him is okay, as long as you dont see his face, so youre usually hugging from behind or digging your face into his shoulder

Speaking if which, it takes a while for him to get used to it all

The first time you grabbed his hand out of the blue, he jolted and squeezed your hand really hard, making you pull away

He apologised over and over again as anisa looked over your hand to check for any injuries (none)

Anisa only did that bc of how much felix was overreacting

He felt so bad that he avoided you for some time

After that, you walked up to him and held his hand again, just casually and this time he didnt freak out, just staring at you

Love :)))

Calls you darling or dear, bc he's old timey like that

But that only happens every once in a while

He'll be distracted or so relaxed that he doesn't notice, but everyone else does

First time, went like

Felix: "love, are you finished with my spellbook?"

You: "i... uh..."

Anisa: "what did you say, felix?"

Felix: "hm? I asked about the spellbook y/n borrowed from me."

Sage: "oh my goodness, you're so bold, felix. i supposed youre different behind closed doors, huh?"

He's so confused??

And you just hand him the book and dont talk about it until after dinner

He's blushing wildly before announcing his return to bed and hiding under the covers

His sarcasm is limited to sage and anisa, and only sometimes you

Bc he usually uses his sarcasm to show how annoyed he was

But with you, its more or a joking matter

Sage gets sad bc you get some privileges over him :((

You two do get up to some mischief tho

Like you both go ahead and make felix blush owo

But sage once convinced you to steal felix's giant coat, and you two ran around the building just playing around

Anisa and felix found you two on top of on of the highest balconies, trying to see if sage's spell for making objects levitate would work on just felix's jacket

Felix: "what do you think you two are doing???"

You, standing on top of the railing as Sage is about to push you off with only Felix's coat above your head like a blanket: "nothing"

Felix then cast a spell where sage becomes invisible to you and you cohldnt hear him at all

Anisa told felix to rake the spell away since sage was weeping in the corner

Sleepy felix :(((

He's at his desk and doing stuff when he falls asleep

You either drag him to bed or pull up a chair to sleep next to him

Although he is a night owl, he goes three days without sleeping and passes out for nine hours

Felix likes to sit next to you at dinner

Sometimes you use your magic to prank or tease felix

But it really never works since he's taught you all you know

He'll be looking for his spellbook and then sigh,, looking your way and just raising a brow

Felix: "drop it this instant, my darling."

You: "fiiiiiine..."

The book drops from the ceiling, right into his palm

Another thing

Felix feels the need to return the gestures

So he will kiss you on your forehead when you get giddy for completing your spell just right

And then look away hastily

Or he'll grab your hand and pull you away when youre about to bump into something

And he just wont let go

Sleeps next to you and once he knows youre asleep for sure, he kisses your palm or kisses your cheek

There are times when he doesnt know what to do

Like when youre upset

Maybe you felt extra sad this morning, or you were feeling homesick, or just not that great at all

Felix does not know how to deal with other people's emotions

The best you'll get is

Felix: "are you feeling well, my dear?"

You: "oh, yeah. i'm fine, felix."

Felix: "alright."

And he's screaming inside bc he cant ask you again now, he's embarrassed to

He knows for sure that something is dead wrong when you go to bed

Maybe your grip on him is too loose, or youre not holding him at all

And he's just thinking about what he can do

Sometimes you start crying and felix cant take it anymore

He turns around and digs his face into your shoulder, arms around your torso and pulling you close

He's holding you so tight that he thinks you'll break if he lets go

You slowly hug him back, crying into his hair

Felix: "... i dont know of what has happened, but you are free to tell me whatever it is that is bothering you, my darling. i... i can help, in some way..."

You: "thanks, felix. i appreciate it."

N e way :))

The most common thing to happen between you two is probably for felix to brush against you a lot

He's trying not to be suspicious so you dont see it, but its when he doesnt watch where he's going that he messed up

Felix, hitting his hip on the corner of the table in an attempt to step closer to you: "my lord, oh my goodness..."

You: "felix, you can just ask me to stand next to you."

Felix: "... i dont know what youre talking about."

Out of everyone in the group, he probably trusts anisa to take care of you the best when he's away

Sage and you almost always get into trouble and he can not handle the energy you two bring out to open

Anisa keeps you contained and helps felix feel at ease bc she can definitely beat a bitch or two

Felix likes having your head on his lap when he's reading

Its one of the only ways you can be close together like this once someone is busy

He's running fingers through your hair and up and down your arm, other hand holding his book as he reads through it

Felix: "are you already asleep, my darling?"

When you don't respond

Felix: "I love you..."

...

You: "I love you too, Felix"

Felix: "i knew it"

You play with his glasses sometimes

He'll be looking for another book or something and you steal his glasses from his desk and just play with them

Or if they're around his neck and you're sitting in front of him

You'll tug him from the chain of his glasses to give him a quick kiss

He burns red and then pulls his glasses on to continue reading

Wrapping your arms around his torso makes him putty in your hands

He immediately leans into you

Kiss him when he's annoyed

Just a quick smooch on his cheek

He' calm down and just dig his head into his hands

You're so warm and so kind to him

He feels like he doesnt deserve it but you assure him that he does, he deserves the world :))

[lurkerviolin]

Romantic prompts 1 & geraskier? OwO

Your romantic prompt, my dear Red. I slammed this out faster than I thought I would omg

“I thought that we… well. I guess I was wrong.”

*

The season turns over with creeping slowness this year, the cold trying to break through in fits and starts that keep losing the battle to the end of summer. Even so, it’s cooler, now, pleasant enough that every town they pass through is filled with open doors and windows. The windows in the rooms they rent stay cracked at night, even though Jaskier shivers and complains when he gets up in the morning.

It’s a flimsy excuse to get into bed with Geralt every night, but be it far from Geralt to call the bard on it. He causes far less trouble twisted up under Geralt than he does climbing the skirts of all the married women in town.

…That’s a flimsy excuse, too, but if Jaskier isn’t getting called out, Geralt isn’t going to start analyzing himself either.

Then again, maybe Geralt should’ve done a little more examining of their relationship, because something is obviously off.

Jaskier has been flitting about all week, talking about getting better winter gear, sturdier boots, weather proof casing for his lute, magical hand warmers—can’t well play a lute with numb fingers, dear witcher!—and Geralt has let him without any more comment that usual. Now, though, they’re standing outside a shop and Jaskier is about to spent half his coin on things he has never needed at Oxenfurt.

“Jaskier, where is all this going?” Geralt asks before he can hand over the coin for the little ceramic figurine, blessed to stay warm for a week—a generous estimation—once filled.

“Oh, hush, I know Roach can’t carry my things, I won’t be bringing anything large,” Jaskier assures him, patting his chest soothingly. “Or superfluous! I’ll be selling my perfumes at our next stop. As much as you complain on the open road, I can’t imagine your brother witchers would enjoy being closed indoors with it all winter.”

It clicks then and Geralt rears back some. “Why would you be going to Kaer Morhen?” he asks, confused.

Jaskier is a man of motion, constantly, even at his most peaceful, even in his sleep. The stillness that slams through him makes Geralt’s hair stand on end even before he catches the look on Jaskier’s face, the faint sting of hurt in his scent.

“I…” Jasker shakes his head. “I thought that we… well,” he laughs, but it’s not at all a funny sound. He puts the trinket back on the table, watching his hands far more carefully than is really needed. “I guess I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?” Geralt asks, stepping into his way before he can bolt from the shop, but Jaskier is already smiling at him, so wide his eyes crinkle shut. Geralt’s heart sinks like he’s missed a step. He’s made a horrible, horrible mistake if Jaskier is so obviously hiding from him, but he doesn’t know what it is.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jaskier is quick to assure him. “My heart got ahead of my heels, is all. A common bardic ailment if ever there were one, don’t worry.”

His heart got…?

“I didn’t mean to presume, though I suppose I should’ve asked,” Jaskier continues in a flurry, waving his hands about as he side steps Geralt. The smell of his hurt wafts up with every motion and Geralt aches to think he caused it. “It’s okay if you don’t want me along, it won’t change anything for us, alright?”

Oh.

If Geralt were even half as callous as people accused him of being, his life would probably be much simpler. But he’s not callous, he’s just incredibly stupid.

“Jaskier.” Geralt catches his arm gently to stay him. “You want to come with me?” he clarifies, because his head is spinning.

It’s Jaskier’s turn to look confused. “Wh…? Of course?” His brow pinches as he turns to face Geralt squarely. “Whyever would I not?”

Geralt’s eyebrows raise sharply. “Why would you give up a winter spent doing what you love for hard labor in the cold?”

Jaskier’s face clears immediately. “Oh.” he says, and Geralt thinks he’s finally gotten it, finally understood what he’d be in for, but then Jaskier swats him on the arm, his scent suddenly sharp with anger and heavy with relief. “Oh, you bastard fool, you damn near broke my heart!!”

Geralt reels from the change of tone. “What—?”

“I do love teaching and I’m certain I will have an opportunity to teach again,” Jaskier says, jabbing a finger into Geralt’s sternum. “Likely once I’ve gotten too old to hack The Path with you, but what I love,” he continues quickly, over the flicker of alarm Geralt always feels about Jaskier’s aging, “is a thickheaded witcher who’s going to be up a mountain, doing hard labor in the cold.”

“…Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Jaskier replies a bit crossly. “Honestly, Geralt, I know I make for a pretty song bird, but if hard work scared me that much, I’d have taken up with some vapid little lordling, not a witcher. I know I’ll need to earn my keep, same as always.”

Geralt almost rushes to assure him this wasn’t a commentary on his weakness—he’s had years of learning the strength under Jaskier’s frills—but his tongue gets tied up around too many words. Around the idea that Jaskier loves him, genuinely, enough to trek up The Killer for him, knowing full well there’s still going to be more work to do at the top.

Jaskier loves him, has loved him for ages now and demonstrated it plainly, but it took the equivalent of a blow right to the nose for Geralt to get it.

Thickheaded, indeed.

“No, I—It… You weren’t wrong,” he blurts, eloquently. “About us.”

Jaskier’s shoulders come down a fraction, expression softening as he reaches out to squeeze Geralt’s wrist. “Thank you, dear heart, I gather that, now.”

“I’ll… I could spend some winters near the university,” he presses, because Jaskier is about the only thing on the continent worth a winter locked away from the keep. In years future, he could see the idea of returning to Oxenfurt as… a home away from home.

Jaskier has always been his home away from home.

The words earn him a genuine smile and an alarmingly public kiss to the side of his mouth. “I’m sure you will,” Jaskier replies, but stands taller, head held high. “But I’ve got youth in me yet! There’s work to be done this winter, no?”

“Hm,” Geralt agrees. Turning back to the shop, he picks up the warmer Jaskier had been eyeing, returning it to his hand and digging out his own purse. “What else do you need?”

“Besides you?” Jaskier teases and Geralt graces him with a fond eyeroll.

“You already have me, Jask.”

[lovesanmotion]

Hearts Awakened, Live Alive - Jeong Yunho

A thank you gift for the 700 follower milestone!

summary: in which yandere!reader takes her sweet time killing yunho's s/o

cw: violence, physical assault, blood, gore, murder (this is by far the darkest yandere content i have written), very descriptive information of character violence and death

tags: @lucifer666icy (special tag owo)

Ooh you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen

A girl screaming resonated all over her home while the radio plays ABBA's Dancing Queen. Toppling on the wooden floor, the girl slowly backs away as stilleto heels clacked on the floor. As fear was evident on her face, you on the hand, had a sweet and pageant winning smile, twirling the tip of the kitchen knife around your index finger.

Friday nights and the lights are low, looking for a place to go Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come looking for a king, anybody could be that guy

You hated how Yunho never paid any attention to you. Thinking that what you two had is special, he chose to be with his girlfriend. His girlfriend, now cowering away from you on the floor. You wondered why Yunho would ever settle for someone like her, unlike you, having everything. But of course, no science could ever explain that and you didn't understand why. But you do know, that everyday kills you to see him with her. Something had to be done.

Night is young and the music's high, with a bit of rock music Everything is fine, you're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance

"I told you that I would come for you, didn't I?" You smiled sweetly at her, continuing to walk toward her. lowering the knife down to your side. "I wouldn't be here if only you broke up with him" you said, slowly sitting down on your legs as you sickly smiled toward her. "but you didn't" you finished your sentence.

"Why are you like this?" She spoke, the fright evident in her voice. Tilting your head to the other side, jutting your lower lip out to pout a little at her. "Like what?"

"Like a bitch?" She then questioned. But your nostrils flared, jaw tensing and your hand gripping on the knife. Out of rage, you took a hold of her left ankle, swiftly swinging it at an irregular angle to break her bones. A loud, yelping scream elicits her mouth as her foot now stuck out at a weird angle. Mustering a few of her strength, she kicked your black lace gloved hand with her right foot.

"Ouch! Bitch....these are gucci!" You sneered at her, inspecting your five hundred dollars lace gloves.

You are a dancing queen, young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen, feel the beat of the tambourine, oh yeah

Grabbing a hold on her right foot, you forcely laid her foot back down on the floor despite her wriggling it out of your grip, raising your right hand and swiftly embedding the knife down on her feet. A blood curling scream and cries escapes her mouth, watching her grey socks get coated by the oozing blood. With a devilish grin, you take out the knife from her foot.

Standing back up on your feet, situating her between your legs before dipping down, feigning a sad expression on your face as you followed the structure of her jaw with your blood stained knife.

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen

"Will you be a good girl, and finally listen to me?" You ask her in a sweet voice. She, on the other hand, shook her head. You didn't like her response and therefore brought the knife down, stabbing her on her neck, blood oozing out of the wound and pooling on her collarbones and out of her mouth.

"When Yunho was with me, he says he loves me so much that he promises to marry me." You smiled at her. But the look in her eyes held doubt. "When you two didn't get along, Yunho would come for me. And I always welcome him with open arms." You dreamily sighed as you smiled at her. "One night after we made love, he told me 'Y/N, why didn't I fall for you? You're so much better than her.'" You chuckled darkly, the sounds echoing around her hallway of her house.

"I'm going to ask you one more time" you spoke dangerously, holding the base of the knife that's still pierced on her neck.

You're a teaser, you turm 'em on Leave 'em burning and then you're gone, looking out for another Anyone will do, you're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance

"Are you going to leave Yunho? Or not?" You asked her. However, she was no longer able to speak due to the neck stab. She could only move her head and let out grunting sounds. But with the last of her strength, she shook her head.

Taking the knife out of her neck, you stabbed her.

One, two, three, four, five

You are a dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen

Blood squirted out of the stab wounds and clung onto your dress, gloves and hair. The white wall staining red and a pool of blood dripping out from the stab wounds.

Sixteen, seventeen

You tossed the knife away from your hand, watching the girl before you bleed out from seventeen stab wounds brought by you. Standing back up on the floor, the only thing you can hear are the clacking of your heels on the wooden floor and the church bells between you and Yunho.

(gif is not mine! credits to the rightful owner!)

[sunnysviolin]

Please more Kel/basil/sunny fluff please please please please please please

Sunkissed my beloved!!! I love them sm too so take some good food!! I hear your please and here’s a thank you for the ask!! I went with a specific theme of gifts, but I have other stuff if you want to hear more OwO

Kel is the person who gets his partners lots of gifts. He’s a very outwardly person, and that translates to their relationship. Kel is very touchy feely and tells them he loves them all the time, and he also gets them small gifts almost constantly. They have no idea how or when Kel will dig through his backpack and pull out a misshappen lump wrapped in newspaper. 

Sunny moves away, so they only see him on the weekends. He spends every single weekend with the two of them though, and they have a little routine. Basil or Kel will sleep over at one anothers house on Friday, and on Saturday morning they will wake up early and make breakfast together, then go to the train station to wait for Sunny’s train to come. 

Kel always brings a little gift for Sunny. Always. Even when Sunny tells him he doesn’t have to he says he likes to. 

When Sunny gets off the train he gives each of them a kiss, and then Kel hands him his gift. It’s never anything big or flashy- a little trinket he bought at Hobbeez, a bar of Sunny’s favorite chocolate that he got for working for Miss Candice after school for a few hours, a tiny cat plushie he won at the arcade that week. 

Just little things he knows Sunny would love. It never fails to make Sunny blush, and he treasures every tiny gift. It helps him to decorate his new room, which at times feels a little barren and empty. 

Kel also gets little things for Basil a lot. He treats to most of their ‘dates’ he buys Basil succulents and new pots for his plants. Kel doesn’t have a ton of money, but he always tries to do little things to make them feel all of his love

They already do, and they tell him that, but it’s not enough for Kel, 

For every anniversary they have Basil makes a collection of all the photos he’s taken that reminds him of each of them that year and makes a little photo album. He makes one for Kel and one for Sunny with some of the same pictures, but different themes and placements. He also writes a special little note in the front cover for each of them. Sunny and Kel both treasure their albums but they don’t show one another. It’s not necessarily a spoken secret, but something that personal sometimes demands to be shared only with yourself

He had only planned to do it for their first year anniversary, but in the month leading up to their second anniversary both Kel and Sunny mentioned how all they wanted as a gift was another photo album. After that it became a tradition

Sunny isn’t big into displays of affection in any way. He’s always been a silent type, and that doesn’t change. He gets very specific, very expensive gifts. 

Neither Basil or Kel are sure where Sunny gets the money for some of the things he buys, nor how he knew what they wanted, but they’re both very appreciative. 

For gifts Sunny usually likes to get a person an experience of some sort rather than a physical gift. For Kel’s eighteenth birthday he got them all tickets to a basketball game with his favorite team. Kel demanded to know how he got them such good seats, and Sunny shrugged. Neither he or Basil really knew what was going on, but they liked it all the same. 

One of his special gifts for Basil was a trip into the city to the Botanical Gardens. They stay the night on the floor of Sunny’s new bedroom and see all of Kel’s gifts strewn about his room. Then the next day bright and early they take the train to the gardens and spend the whole day walking around and listening to Basil happily ramble on and on about every plant and flower they see

Then Sunny drags them to a secret nook where a whole dinner has been set up for the three of them. There’s fancy chairs and a table in a hidden section of the gardens and they eat all of the best foods. They don’t know how Sunny managed this, but he never reveals his secrets. He just likes to make them happy in the ways he knows they would enjoy. 

The other things that Sunny gifts is drawings. He never keeps any of his own drawings of them, they always go to either Basil or Kel

[utxpri]

Can we mix the abo au and the harem au and get scenarios where alpha reader finally mates and marks them during their heat after they’ve been asking for it for a while? For omega amakusa, ren, natsuki, and otoya?

OwO Nice~ And just to note, in my A/b/o stuff, all three dynamics have both “parts”. 

. . . 

Shion

Because he can’t meet your eye like this, Shion insists that you take him from behind. The idea of you seeing his flushed, desperate, drool-streaked face is just too embarrassing to take. 

But like this, your cock hits every spot that has him squeaking, and your mouth finds the back of his neck with ease. 

“You feel good,” are your words. Shion moans. 

“F-For you,” he whimpers. 

His heart is pounding. His lungs feel too small. Being fucked is nothing new, but the tenderness with which you rock in and out of his willing body definitely is. Shion shakes all over and bites his lip. Everything feels good, and that’s the hardest part. 

He’s getting everything wet. Shion soaks himself when he’s turned on, and the feeling of your cock sliding through his slick makes him shudder. He’s a filthy, lewd mess, but you’re still being kind. 

Gently, you start to nip at the base of his neck. Shion yelps and squirms. This makes him fuck himself back against you, which in turn draws another sharp, needy noise out of him. 

“You like that?” you ask with a giggle. Shion whines with shame. 

He wants to be good for you, but the heart-pounding feeling of anxious nerves won’t go away. His body is melting, but his head won’t shut up. 

Please, he thinks, fuck him until he can’t think. 

Ren

Ren’s been trained for this. He’s a slut, a whore, and should like it. That’s what he’s always been told. He’s spent his life expecting to be a fuck-toy for an Alpha, and you should be no different. 

Instead, you’re leaning over him, buried so deeply that Ren swears he can feel it in his stomach, with one of his legs around your waist. You’re making perfect eye contact, and the look you have is one of pure softness and adoration. 

It’s too much. 

He can’t take it. You rock back and thrust in, and an awful keen leaves Ren’s throat. His eyes flutter and roll. 

With his heart pounding, you lean down, curling your warm body over his. It presses your cock in even deeper, which makes Ren moan like he’s dying. He’s not a virgin by any means, but under your careful, tender touch, he feels like one all over again— helpless and confused. 

Your teeth find his neck. You leave a kiss against the skin. 

“I love you,” you say, and Ren feels like he could either cry or break into a thousand little pieces. 

He was supposed to seduce you, to be mated within weeks and become just one of your possessions. Instead, you took the time to reduce him to a broken, pleasured mess in your bed. 

Gently, you bite down. 

Natsuki

He hopes he’s cute enough. Natsuki’s big, strong body has always felt awkward and wrong for what he is, but at least you seem to like it. 

The Heat is making his head funny. As you fuck into him, one of his legs hitched up around your waist, Natsuki can’t stop whining. Like an injured bird or broken toy, the noises won’t stop. 

This was scary, at first. But you’re gentle. 

You waited until he was needy and trusting to do this, and for that, Natsuki is so, so grateful. He doesn’t have to be afraid of you. Your cock buried inside where he’s hot and slick feels good instead of the usual sharp pain. He can’t find his breath around it. 

“Love you,” you smile. Natsuki’s heart is warm to bursting. “Can I leave a mark?” you ask, licking at his collarbone.

“P-Please,” is all he can manage. 

His voice isn’t cute at all. Pretty, but not what he wants to sound like. Being a sweet, small Omega is always out of reach, but with you— he feels a little more like what he wants to be. 

Even dizzy from his Heat, Natsuki whimpers at the feel of your teeth nipping at his skin. Or maybe it’s the Heat making it worse. Either way, with a head full of cotton and warmth all through him, Natsuki never wants this moment with you to end. 

Otoya

Heat makes Otoya dizzy and strange. He doesn’t know if he likes it or not, but since he met you, you’re the only thing on his mind. You waited. Because you wanted him to be ready, to trust you, you waited. 

“Pretty thing,” your voice murmurs in his ear. 

Otoya is in your lap, your cock buried deep inside of him, and the feeling of pressure and stretch is driving him crazy. 

You rock your hips once, barely enough to matter. It’s enough to drag a yelp out of Otoya’s lungs. 

“Haah...” 

His breath leaves him in unsteady pants and whimpers. It’s all he can do to stay still. Your teeth have found a tender spot on his neck, and all Otoya can hope is that you’ll finally dig them in and make him yours. He wants that so much he could cry. 

The sharp sting of your mouth makes him shriek and buck his hips. Otoya tries to breathe, but all he can manage is more helpless sounds. 

His cock is achingly hard, and his cunt clenches around you in the hopes that you’ll finally move. “Please,” he whines. You laugh where your teeth are buried in his skin. You’re probably drawing blood, and Otoya has never wanted anything more. 

Squirmy and too-hot, all he can do is smile dazedly and cling to you. 

[sloppy-butcher]

Jealous David king and jake park headcannons I demand of you (in the least demanding way possible uwu) 🥺❤️

haha don’t you worry anon. i got you owo. thank you for the ask and thank you for waiting for so long <3 hope these are good enough for you <333

its kinda nsfw? its only kissing but like.. yknow..

Headcanons for Jealous! David King and Jake Park

David King

Don’t let this guy's tough exterior fool you, deep down inside he is really a sensitive fellow. You can tell when his mood shifts merely, by the way, he looks at you or by the way his hands flexes on your knee. He has a keen sense of all others around you, watching like a hawk for any signs of trouble or danger even if you were only surrounded by friends. He acts broody and unbothered - he has to when considering what labels life has put on his because of the masculine physique, but truly, he is smart and knows when your graze lingers on another for a suspicious amount of time.

David is naturally friends with all other survivors - he’s the dedicated bodyguard. An intrinsic desire to protect those weaker than him (which happens to include almost every other survivor) drives David to befriend all other survivors and instinctively they flock to him. He is safety, he is light and all things good. So when David notices that you start to hang around another person more than you would with him, laughing more and touching their shoulder as you talked, it takes a lot for him to get angry. Sure, his chest puffs out and he marches over to you, draping his beefy arm over your body and leaning into your conversation, but he never actively pushes the other person away or even throws them a glare. He hopes that through these simple gestures you will understand what he is so upset about.

If by some miracle, you do not pick up on his souring mood, David would shift his tactics into overdrive. He’s a big guy and he knows it and he certainly knows how to use it. When next you are in a trial with him and the other survivor in question, David arrives shirtless. You lose blood at the sight alone, feeling weak in the knees and light-headed. He was heavenly, glowing in pride, and god-like beauty. He was foolishly brave for exposing himself in such an indecent (but not unappreciated) manner, and you made sure to scold him every chance you got. “Why are you doing this?” You whisper-shout at him from the other side of a gen. David shrugs, passing a cool eye over the third party member who shuddered under his gaze. He stretched his chest and tensed his arms accentuating the glorious muscle. “No reason.”

He would become overly-protective of you to the point that it was self-damaging. He’d throw himself recklessly between you and the killer, going in for risky hook saves without a care for the killer's whereabouts. It was you he only cared about - only you. He had just unhooked you from your second stage and had led you to the corner of the area to heal. Though your clothes grew red with blood, you bit back the whimpers of pain and instead looked up at the man you loved. You knew something was wrong. “David,” You called, a small hand reaching up and cupping his bruised face gently. At your touch, he softened and hummed, leaning into your palm, seeking your comfort and warmth. “Why are you acting like this?” For a moment he debated where to ignore your question or not. But at the look in your eye, the desperately sweet and tender embrace of compassion, he relented and sighed, feeling horrid guilt crawl up his spine like sickening spiders. “You do love me, right?” He asked, attention downcast. Had you not trying to be quiet you would have gasped in disbelief. “David, of course! A thousand times, of course! How could I ever love anyone else when you exist?” You lift your other hand to his face and careful brush back stray strands of brown hair. Still, he refuses to look at you. Of course, you loved him. Yet he still allowed himself to doubt you - he felt ashamed. You lean forward and press your forehead to his, trying with all your might to radiate your love for the stupid man. After a moment he smiles and finally brings his eyes up to yours - they were filled with tears.

“Oh, my love.” You coo closing the distance and kissing him tenderly. He gives in to you, pushing back with force restricted, he had much more to give you but restrained himself and allowed you to lead. A large hand finds its way up to your back and offers you structure as the embrace deepens, tongues flickering about and dancing in each other's mouths. David feels heat replace shame and love replace jealousy. There was no way this was not real love for if it was then you were the greatest actor in all the world. After a few minutes, you break apart, a trail of saliva connecting your two lips. He's panting hard, trying to remain aware enough to hear you speak. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you, bleed into your love like how the sun breaks the evening sky. “I should get you jealous more often,” You hum, feeling him chuckle in response.

Jake Park  

Jake is a most peculiar case. He acts aloof, floating above all other humans and their mortal troubles in an untouchable manner. To be jealous of another person is a complete waste of energy and time for him. He looks down at melodrama and scoffs at things so simple. But if you can get Jake to open up, to get him to take you in and love you, then his whole previous attitude changes.

Jake is never overly clingy, never the first to initiate any form of physical affection - in front of other people that is. In the quiet woods when the only eyes are yours and his, he reaches for you like a child with fingers twitching and expression desperate. Do not shun him away and he will bloom under your light. He is a thirsty man, always in need of your watering embrace. While you are in the presence of other people, however, Jake is more reversed, only ever standing near you and only occasionally holding your hand. He watches you constantly and notices immediately when your gaze shifts to another survivor and stays there for much longer than his liking.

He wouldn’t call it being jealous - it’s more like he’s being overprotective. If you are found sitting alone at the campfire, he practically sprints over and sits beside you without a word or a look. If you are on-hook, he will drop all previous activities to travel across the realm to save you before anyone else has the chance. It is sweet and enduring, to be doted upon so totally and devotedly, but you start to realize his true intentions when one day you catch the look he gives the other survivors.

Never had you seen such a dark expression on your man before, the lines around his gentle hazel eyes growing incredibly heavy and dirty. He glares pure poison at anyone near you, spitting at them with nothing but a mere downward twitch on his mouth. The others would react violently, hands raising up in a defenseless gesture as they backed away from you and your fuming partner. You’d feel pressure on your shoulder and looking over you’d see Jake pushing himself into you, his attention following the retreating survivor. Jake was digging a trench between himself and the others, isolating himself in the saddest and heartbreaking manner.

“Why are you so angry, Jake? What has happened to you?” You ask him one evening while the two of you sit alone in a forest clearing, earning nothing but a soft ‘hmm’ from the man as his hands worked masterfully on repairing his toolbox. You sigh and shuffle closer, knowing full well that he could not deny you if he felt you so near him. He visibly stiffens as your hand overlaps his, fingers snaking into his own. “I have never seen you so angry before. Has anyone hurt you? Want me to go beat them up?” He laughs at your suggestion, finally relenting to your advances and passing you a soft side-eye. At the comfort of your furrowed brow, Jake felt his jealous boil and seethe and eventually soothe - you were so calm and understanding and he felt terrible for harboring such negative emotions.

“I have seen how you look at the other survivor. How you... long for them.” Jake falls despondent and quiet, retreating back into himself where nothing could hurt him, sinking down to a place where would he be safe. Just as the total blackness would threaten to take him all, you grabbed his hand and pulled his head out of the murky water.

“Jake. You are the only one for me. The others come and go but you,” You cup his cheek in your hand, “, are forever.” All the world leaves his body at your words and he leans into you. “You must stop shutting yourself away from everyone else,” You scolding tone failed as it barely had the strength to stand on its own as he distracted you with his expression and Jake closes his eyes and covers your hand with his gloved one. He moves it over his mouth and you feel him start to kiss your palm. You shiver at his butterfly touches. “I’m sorry.” He breathes in between kisses, talking directly into your skin. His other hand moves towards your head and suddenly he’s pulling you towards him, facing you completely. Gaining confidence he glides up your arm and to your eagerly offered neck. His lips are cold and there is hard stumble on his chin that tickles your sensitive neck wonderfully. You gasp as he bites down, teething you until he left a red, sore spot. He grins at your reaction. Jake then spends the next few minutes branding you with his mark, awarding your skin with the sign of his presence there. You were his alone and though you may wonder and gaze out the window at passers-by, you would always return to him.

[alovesongshewrote]

Kiss Me | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  A fight between Douxie and the reader attracts some unwanted attention, and the only way out is to kiss.  At least in your opinion.  [Hisirdoux Casperan x Gender Neutral! Rival!Rreader]

Word count:  1,734

Warnings:  fighting, rivalry, tension (owo),  a lil’ spicy (bc rivals to lovers, so you know how that goes), swearing

A/N: I used some dialogue prompts from the blogs corvidprompts and dialogue-prompts because witty banter is hard to write

Magic was weird.

It was colourful and glowy, and it lit up the night.  Magic was super pretty, but also super noticeable, and that made it really hard to fight your arch-rival in the dark of the night without anyone noticing.  That didn’t mean you weren’t going to try.

And try you did!  With a blast of blue light, your back collided with a tree, ripping the breath from your lungs.

“Oh, come on Casperan,” you wheezed, “I know you can do better than that,” you paused again to violently cough, supporting yourself with the tree you had hit.  The tree was loose.

“Seriously (L/N)?” Hisirdoux emerged from the tree line, “Now is not the time for witty banter,”

“This isn’t banter, it’s flirting.  Now keep still, it’s harder to hit you when you move around like that,”  

He groaned as you steadied your hands, taking aim at the wizard.  He did the same.  The two of you moved against each other in sync, letting your magic fly towards your opponent.  Red and blue collided in the air, illuminating the night sky with a purple glow for the briefest of moments.  Your hits landed, and you were both blown back.

“Ugh,” you groaned, making your way up from the ground, “You… suck,”

“Oh, what, no more witty banter, darling?”

“Ok, you know what?  Fuck you, fuck this, when I’m done kicking your ass I’m going out and buying white flowy shirts and tight pants and we’re doing this like proper rivals!  You wanna insult me?  SEND ME A LETTER,”

“You talk too much,”

“Shut up,”

Red magic threw him back this time, you ran to his body, eager to kick him while he was down.  And you did.  He groaned, “Ugh, harder dadd-”

“Jesus, Casperan, you could at least buy me dinner first,”

“Cheeky,” he laughed out.  You allowed him to rise from the ground, getting yourself into a combative position.

“You’re so strange, you know that,”

“Yeah, I’m not the only one,”

You ran at him, throwing punches and spells in his direction.  Red and blue mixed, turning the world around you purple.  Eventually, it was enough to knock him onto his back.  Unfortunately, he took you with him.

You also landed unfortunately, straddling his lap, “Like I said emo boy,” you exhaled, “Dinner first,”

He made a noise between a groan and a screech, flipping you onto your back and jumping off of you, “Bold of you to assume I could afford that,”

“Oh god, do they not tip in this town?”

“Nope,”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,”  you let your guard down for a moment, relating to the hell of retail all too well.  Douxie, of course, used this against you, taking your legs out with his staff.

“Ahhh, ow.  That hurt, you bastard,”

He sighed, kneeling next to you, “You know we could avoid this if you just did as I asked,”

“Never gonna happen,”  You sprung up, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to the ground.

“I will smite you,”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, struggling to your feet, “You couldn’t smite a paper towel if it set itself on fire.  Get some perspective,”

You threw another spell at him, the red light threw him back a few feet.  He crawled to his knees.

“Awwe, Doux you’re on your knees in front of me.  Looks like you’ve really hit rock bottom,”

“It might, but I’ve brought a shovel and I’m ready to dig!”

“You really didn’t understand what I meant,”

You lifted your fists, red light surrounded them, Douxie did the same, still on his knees.  His frame was illuminated with blue light.

“I should’ve left you on the street corner where I found you,” he said, preparing to curse you. “BUT YA DIDN’T,”  you wasted no time, springing at him from your spot.  This time it was Douxie who hit a tree.

“C’mon now Doux,” you stalked over to the wizard, “Why do you hate me so much?  Is it really you?  Or did Merlin tell you I was a big bad bad influence and you instantly believed him?”

Douxie growled,  “That’s enough.  Get out of Arcadia (L/N),”

“Awe, but I was just starting to like it here,” you smirked, “Just tell me,” you dragged out the last word,  “Why do you want me gone so badly?”

“Because you’re a threat!”  the wizard sprung up and threw a spell your way.  It just missed you, but there was no time to celebrate.   Another curse was headed your way,

“You have no morals!  You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”  Douxie’s magic shot out at you.  With each spell, his control lessened, the blue light becoming more and more chaotic, and more and more of a threat.  

You too were losing control of the situation, and now you were struggling to regain it, mostly through banter.

“That’s not true!  I care about my dog,”  Your response only enraged the wizard further, making the situation worse.  More spells came your way.  You did the only thing you could and kept dodging, backing up and away from Douxie, who advanced on you.  It was becoming more and more clear that Merlin was not a card you should have played.

“You don’t take anything seriously!  You’re cruel and unusual, and,” Douxie stopped talking.  You took the moment to catch your breath, staring down your opponent.  Usually, the rivalry between you and the wizard was light-hearted, but the look in his eyes told another story.  Your heart sunk as you realized he might actually hate you.

The thought made you sick.  Did you even want to keep fighting if that was the case?  

You didn’t.

So, when Douxie came at you, you did nothing.  You just stood there as he advanced, backing you into yet another tree and pining your arms above your head.  You gasped slightly, feeling your heartbeat pick up speed in your chest, the sound of it roared in your ears.  Could he hear that?   You hoped not.

He leaned closer to you, his lips beside your ear.  You pressed your eyes shut.  If he hated you, what came next?  This was a very strange way to kill someone.

“You’re cruel and unusual, and you keep distracting me,” “What!?”

“I said, you keep-”

“Sorry to interrupt,”  Archie’s voice nearly drew a scream from you, “But someone is coming!”

You took a moment to curse the light show that was magic before looking around.  You could see bushes moving nearby.  Someone was definitely headed your way.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“Archie, hide,”  Douxie’s familiar did as he asked while you pondered what the hell to do next.  If anyone found you and Douxie in this position it would raise a lot of questions.  There was only one thing you could think to do.  It would also raise questions, but hopefully, there would be fewer of them because there were no other options.

“Kiss me,”

“What?”

There was no time.  Whoever it was was only moments from finding the two of you.

So, you broke from the wizard’s hold, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his.  The kiss was soft.  His body was warm.  Your eyelids fluttered closed as you moved a hand from his face to the back of his neck.  His hands moved too, finding their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

The two of you moved in perfect sync as if the universe had made you for each other.  The kiss became more passionate, stealing your breath and making your heartbeat even faster than before.  Sparks ran through your body, demanding more, more what you didn’t know.  Every nerve was on fire.  Your body burned like an ember smouldering in the night.  

Unfortunately, you couldn’t focus all of your being into the kiss, as much as you wished you could.  You stated alert, listening for whoever had come to investigate the bright lights in the forest.  You said a little thank you to the gods when the person missed you entirely and disappeared back into the trees.

And then you cursed them because that meant you had to separate yourself from Douxie.

Your lips came apart, leaving both of you breathing heavily.  You shut your eyes again and brought your forehead to rest on his chest.  He didn’t let go of you.  If anything, he only brought you closer to him, burying his face in your hair.

“So,”

“So,”

You looked up at him, “That was nice,”

“It was totally nuclear,”

You smiled slightly, before moving your hands from his neck to encircle his waist, “I’m sorry.  For what I said about Merlin, I’m sorry,”

“I’m sorry too, love.  For everything, all of this.  I-I didn’t mean-��

“I know,”

“And I know you care about the world outside of you, and your dog and-”

“Douxie?”

“Yeah?”

“Just shut your mouth and kiss me again,”  

The wizard did what you told him.  This time, you let yourself melt into it.

The kiss was too short in your opinion, but you had more questions, “So, I guess you don’t hate me, huh?”

“(Y/N), darling, I could never hate you.  I think you’re amazing.  You’re so strong, and fearless, and you’re one of the most skilled magic users I’ve ever met.  You distract me because you’re just so-”

“Beautiful,” you cut him off, not talking about yourself, but rather to yourself about Douxie.

“Yeah, that,”  

You kissed again, this time, the length was more satisfactory.

“So, what do we do now?”

“I still wanna go to dinner sometime.  And I’m getting the bill because the tips in this town suck,”

“I-”

“No, seriously, I got it.  I invested in Apple back in the day,”

“You’re brilliant,”

“Thanks, I know,”

The two of you shared a smile, reveling in the moment until a small cough came from one of the bushes.

“Oh, yeah, hey Arch,”

“Hi, Douxie.  (Y/N),”

“Hey Archie, how are you?”

“I’m just fine, but right now Douxie and I need to get back into town.  The bookstore won’t guard itself,”

“It literally will with warding, but ok,”

“Go home with your familiar emo boy, your bookstore needs you,”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be around.  I’ll pick you up sometime on Saturday for dinner?”

“Nuclear,”

You giggled again, pecking him on the lips one more time before letting him go.

“Goodnight. Casperan,”

“Goodnight, (L/N),”