#Link LOVES forehead kisses
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More SS Link + Zelink <33
#SS zelink have goodnight kisses everynight#Link LOVES forehead kisses#Zelda enjoys clasping her hands on link's cute cheeks#zelink#SS zelink#zelda#sslink#linksky#link skyward sword#legend of zelda#loz#loz ss#Lavdoods_vb#im so normal about ss zelink i swear#i dont know why but i hc ss link have a more catlike demeanor#not in a menacing cat way (except maybe when zelda is in danger)#hes literally head over heels for his goddess incarnate childhood friend#God if i were him id be too
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Category: Forehead Kisses
W: Two Worlds | I am not a Robot | Link: Eat, Love, Kill | Strong Woman Do Bong Soon | Her Private Life | The Red Sleeve | Legend of the Blue Sea | Guardian: The Lonely and Great God
#forehead kisses are superior#dailyasiandramas#asiandramasource#kdramasource#kdramaedit#kdramadaily#kdrama#*edits#I did this for me#w: two worlds#i am not a robot#link: eat love kill#strong woman do bong soon#her private life#the red sleeve#legend of the blue sea#guardian: the lonely and great god#asian drama
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I didn't miss valentine's day, they've just been on a date that long because she couldn't decide if she should kiss his forehead or his nose first
That's Birdie and Dove from my AU :]
#Zelink#skyward sword#sksw link#sksw zelda#sksw zelink#tloz#the legend of zelda#tloz fanart#valentines day#artists on tumblr#I struggled so hard with the colours but I'm so proud of the lines and the overall sketch#im starting to figure out clothing folds!! hhnngggrrrr#triangles#my art#(she ended up kissing the midpoint between his forehead and nose and he giggled and rolled over btw if you care)#I love them so much I need to strangle them actually#dove won't technically appear in the comic but she'll be mentioned and be in a couple flashbacks!
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Just wanna point something out rq but canonically, Sidon totk and botw is 6'9.
For context, Link is canonically 5'2 and barely reaches past Sidon's wrist in height.
Doing some math with the help of the lovely height comparison generator, I determined that no, Sidon is not 6'9.
He is 9'7.
Fic writers, do with that what you will.
#caliqueue#cal thinks#cal points#totk link#totk sidon#botw link#botw sidon#sidlink#also i will not take this yona slander she's amazing sidon has two hands#I'm polyamorous it's my job to mash any combo of 3 characters together and say kiss#i love yona I'll kiss her little forehead
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every time i get an email that someone left a comment on something i wrote i literally sit there and giggle and kick my feet it makes me so stupid happy to see people enjoy the things i write
i literally sit there like
Also I had absolutely no idea how many people on here liked my Time/Mask & Wars series on ao3. I’m so glad you guys have been liking it because I have absolutely no intention of stopping any time soon 🫶🫶🫶
#i love all you guys who comment#giving all of you a little kiss on the forehead#lu warriors#lu wars#warriors linked universe#linked universe warriors#time linked universe#lu time#time lu#lu mask#linked universe mask#jes talks#jes fic#linked universe fic#linkeduniverse#linked universe
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bye i hate twitter so much why is it SO CONFUSING
#opened my twitter for the first time in like a month probably#checked on my ONE post on there#still has only one like 🥰#but i was checking the impressions or whatever#so 16 people clicked the link to my fic but no one liked my post ☹️#staying in my lane and remaining on tumblr 💔#i love tumblr and all my moots kisses you gently on forehead#sunny yaps
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flipnote (i have never animated in my life)
#minish cap#mc link#spirit tracks#st link#st zelda#flipnote 3d#kisses flipnote gently on the forehead#i love flipnote#wyverndrawsthings#loz fanart
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meow :]]
MIAU MRRRRRRAA MIAUUUUU‼‼‼‼ HISSSSSS MRRAAAMRMG MRRRAU MMAAAAAUUUUUUU
#ask#clovitecture#wait we weren't roleplaying as cats were we /jjjj#AHA YOU THOUGHT I FORGOR ABOUT THIS DID!!! THAT I DIDNT SEE IT!!! WELL YOU'RE WRONG 💥💥#AND HOLY SKATE IN A FENCE IT IS THE THEY(TM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THE HEART COUPLE🔥🔥🔥#SHUT UP THEY LOOK SO DAMN CUTESIES AOUGHGOGHG...... 💙👑 REAL.....#everyone stop understanding my sona's design better than me. stop drawing my sona pretty challenge /j#are they linking arms or am i just delusional. LKASDFMLAMSF#FUCKING EXPLODES A MORBLLION TIMES OVER THE NECKLACES UOUEEHGHG. GOODLIRD!!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥💥#they're stupidly in love. disgusting. how fucked up is that zansu they're sick zansu /JJJJJJJ#he looks so damn smug i hate it here. i gotta punch that smirk away☝ with my m---WHO SAID THATHHUHAUHYAAAA CARBON MONOXIDE IN THE AIR‼‼‼‼#I LOVE YOU JELLY JIL THANK YOU FOR THIS. GRACIAS MIL. KISSES UR FOREHEAD SO HARD AND SO SWEATLY /P 💖❤💖❤💕💘❣💕💖❤#I hope you feel better soon 👑👍✨💖. gives you more tea (drink it. or ELSE)#a post! for me
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/Shouting from a carriage
Potatoe the Fluffy, Knight Of The Brainrot, may I ask one thing of you?
Tell me where can I see lmk season 5 withsubtitles,Ibegofyou
/carriage crashes
OF COURSE DEAR MAIDEN!!!
so there’s two channels i’m using rn but this one only goes up to ep5 and the other is at ep2
will they update more episodes? i hope so bc i am so feral rn help me i am bouncing off the wall—
#these links were given to me by some lovely mutuals (kissing y’all on the forehead)#Now…..GO FORTH DEAR MAIDEN AND ENJOY ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDING THIS SEASON#lmk#asks#lmk s5
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i miss deviantart so so so so so fucking bad rn
#oyaspeaky#like . i dont miss the niche drama stuff#but i DO miss being able to generally easily sell designs n comms & the ability to just... Be Around other artists#without having to fucking hunt for them constantly on every new social media i join .#i miss passing around the same $30 between a circle of like 5 artists comming each other...#before it went to shit deviantart was probably the most comfortable ive ever been on a “social media” type site#and tbh! while there r many alternatives trying to fill the void! none of em hit right for me ):#none of the ones ive tried anyway!#it's not worth trying to go back now though bc the site itself scrapes everything posted for ai (unless u opt out. ig)#and theres tons of people just posting ai “adoptables.” with the site's . Built In ai feature. <3#love that. thanks#being an Artist on Social Media outside of deviantart feels a lot more . like . pressured?#it feels more like even hobbyists get treated as Content Machines and not . like. someone just drawing bc they want to...#idk! im rambling . i just have a lot of thoughts abt it... i miss what deviantart used to be#even though i met some of the worst ppl ive ever met over there. i also met some of the most important ppl in my life#thats just how itd be on any site ever i think.........#the real bottom line here is i have got to get more comfortable posting abt ocs in public i feel like a shaken bottle of soda#<- thats related. i promise . im just very tired and im not gonna explain the mental link . haha byebye#if u read all of this . i give u a BEEG forehead kiss. thank u
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✦ When someone tries to imitate you or take your place
Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone
(tw: general mentions of violence and intimacy, swf. Old ask suggested by the lovely @pandaquick, better late than never)
Your position in the Fatui is a much more personal and delicate matter. You are not just some high-rank advisor or soldier idling within the Zapolyarny Palace, nor can you be defined as another Fatuus. You are someone of a different echelon - a Harbinger’s beloved, safeguarded with the utmost honor conferred by Her Majesty the Tsaritsa. It is no secret your significant other would utilize a whole army to protect you, but what happens when someone, in their foolishness, forgets that?
✧ Pierro was the first to notice that someone tried to imitate you. An individual of high status endeavored to emulate your work and areas of expertise. Subsequently, this individual began to adopt aspects of your appearance, from hairstyle to clothing. However, the breaking point occurred when this foolish person attempted to purchase an identical jewelry brooch to the one you frequently wore. It was a similar piece, one gifted to you by Pierro.
Except that imitator missed one important clue - Pierro orders you custom-made silver adorned with deep-cut sapphires that would put the Tsaritsa’s crown into shame. A one of a kind piece.
This cheap attempt to imitate you and usurp your spot was what forced The Jester to abandon his silent observation. His gaze has long caught the envious glances directed towards you whenever you accompanied him on meetings, whenever he linked his arm with yours, whenever he generously kneeled beside you to put his coat over your shoulder and keep you warm from Snezhnaya’s cold - the same individual, always seething with resentment. Thus, it was time for the Director to silently act.
He kept tabs on this person via a network of spies, gathering intel on their behavior and intentions. And with the most skilled spies raised from the House of the Hearth, it didn't take long to have a whole pile of evidence right on his desk. And with the simple snap of his fingers, he effortlessly orchestrated the apprehension and subsequent banishment of the culprit, sparing no unnecessary words. Hearsay will not be tolerated in the Fatui, but to see some lowly scum tarnish your reputation by cheap mimicry then it’ll be his responsibility to weed out.
“Pierro, dearest, What's wrong? You seem so deep in thought.” - Your gentle murmur broke The Jester's train of thought. As he lay in bed, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over you, he reminded himself that he was in the comfort of your love. He doesn't have to mull over the bloodied ordinances when he feels the warmth of your skin underneath the covers.
“Apologies, my divine. It seems my mind was drifting to troubling thoughts. But it no longer matters when you're here.” - Thus, he gently planted a kiss on your forehead and tucked the covers around your body which harbored marks of his devotion earlier that night.
✧ Il Capitano clutched the hilt of his sword in resolution. Something was wrong and he could see it. The Harbinger was in the middle of his morning spar with you, a regular training session where you and the Captain warm up as a routine. He stood in a defensive stance, his movements fluid yet measured as his sword received blow after blow from your weapon. You, on the other hand, moved like a silent tempest, your strikes precise yet frustratingly urgent.
It was unlike you to be so unsteady, noted Capitano to himself, especially when fighting. Despite the unspoken patience, an undercurrent of concealed despondency and anger laced your body language.
“Alright, my dear, I can feel your unease. What troubles your heart?”
You shook your head, panting as you almost faltered. You insisted on continuing the training session, but it was clear your brave facade was almost crumbling.
“It would be foolish to continue. And I care about your well-being. Please, confide in me, my beloved.”
You tried, you really did. But before you know it, your lips pursed into a thin line and a flood of tears escaped the moment you shakily lowered your weapon. Now the Captain was on full alert, rushing towards you and gently supporting you before you could hide your tearful face in shame. With an arm around your trembling form and much persuasion - you relented and shared the source of your frustration. A newly enlisted soldier had undergone thorough training under the tutelage of Il Capitano, and their impressive advancement was unmistakably evident in their unwavering dedication. However, this individual began to devote more time to the Captain, delving into military intelligence and climbing the ranks. You genuinely felt joy for the new recruit, truly. Yet in timid humiliation, you had to confess you felt obsolete as if your power alone wasn’t enough for a harbinger of his caliber and ranks.
“Ah, my dear, you are far from weak. My time with the trainees is merely a duty, a part of my job as the 1st Harbinger. But when it comes to you, my dear, your might and wisdom are incomparable. You don’t deserve my ranks, you deserve my life laid before you.”
But whatever gentle words of affection were coming out of the Captain, your next words of truth made him halt at once. “... At least, that’s what the recruit told me when we spoke. That I'm weak.”
“...What did you say?”
The gentle armored hand on your shoulder now tightened in restrained anger, fury flaring within his chest. Capitano now understood: your tears, your sudden insecurity, your doubt, your silence… It wasn’t coincidental. This recruit who was so conveniently rising in the ranks made sure to aim not just for the Harbinger. Specifically, you; to sow self-doubt onto you and hinder your precious relationship. Someone was deliberately bullying you.
You looked up at Capitano’s dreadful silence, asking him what was wrong.
“It… seems, my dear, someone has crossed an unforgivable line. One that would cost them their life dearly. And I am to blame for not noticing when harm and doubt came your way. I must amend this transgression for your forgiveness.”
You blinked in response, not having time to comprehend the severity of his words; It’s hard to respond when your beloved suddenly kneels and bows like a knight on duty. In the end, Capitano ushered you to take a day off and let your mind rest easy.
The next day, Capitano returned home early but was eerily silent once more. He stayed with you the whole day, like a hawk overlooking his nest, his arms crossed but his touch gentle. Although he claimed nothing was wrong, you received news that certain recruits were gone, and any upcoming soldiers that would come into his care would receive even stricter training from now on. That day, you wondered why some Fatui soldiers feared talking to you. Not to mention the armor around Capitano’s knuckles seemed faintly red-tinted.
The Fatui organization was a constant battle of powers and ranks. But to climb the ladder and meddle with the life of The Captain was a personal offense, one that would result in quick and unapologetic bloodshed. Nevertheless, he made sure to remind his soldiers about that.
✧ When one of the folks working under Il Dottore as a lab analyst approached you, you didn’t expect them to call you names so suddenly. You stood there, confused and apprehensive at the sudden barrage of insults from the stranger. But they explained:
“You don’t do anything when helping during research, you know! I don’t even know how The 2nd tolerates you when you’re this useless. I’ll tell you what, quit your special-treatment act, and don’t come back to the lab. The Doctor is better off with someone of his level of intellect.”
You didn’t fight or defend yourself, you didn’t even insult the assistant. Instead, you smiled simply - “Very well, I won’t. Good luck.”
That day, you turned and left. The frustrated lab analyst was left in confusion but thought they succeeded in eliminating the only obstacle left to get closer to the elusive yet powerful Harbinger. After all, what the hell do you even do at his lab? You exchange a few words with Dottore, maybe sporadically point at what to do, and remain seated in the back, resting as if you were the Tsaritsa herself. The audacity. How come Il Dottore never kicked you out?
Well, it didn't take long for this person to find out.
The next day, naturally, Dottore couldn’t find you when he proceeded with work. You were neither at his study, nor at the lab, nor at your favorite corner of the library. It was barely noon, and receiving your warm greetings was his routine. And the Doctor always follows the agenda.
“Where are they?”
His question was brief but pointed, and his subordinates knew exactly who he was referring to. They could sense the tension in his voice. The only individual privy to the reason for your absence smirked smugly and responded.
“Hmph. It seems they decided not to come, Lord Harbinger Dottore.”
That was their first mistake because The Doctor caught on to the haughty smirk coming from his new analyst.
“And you know so certainly how?” - he quickly gestured to a nearby Fatui servant with a flick of his wrist. “Send in servants to check in on my behalf. I wasn’t informed. If my darling is feeling tired or unwell, bring their preferred refreshment immediately, and ensure it is warm.”
However, this displeased the new lab assistant, as even while you were away, Dottore was still dotting on you as if it was his second nature to do so while he was busy with work. Thus, they cleared their throat and spoke up:
“They… barely accomplished anything in your presence, doctor. So I advised them to leave, to which they agreed. Pretty straightforward, s-sir.”
“Oh? Did you, now” - A burning rage, like never before, flared up within Il Dottore. With clenched teeth and a rigid jaw, his voice oozed with venom. But any seasoned lackey working under Dottore knew that this was the calm before the storm. Because soon, an echo of shattering vials and slammed objects would ring out from the laboratory. And in your absence, nothing would prevent the doctor from showing a bit of despotism.
Much later that evening, after everything was set and done, the servants informed him of your whereabouts. Il Dottore briskly made his way through the Zapolyarny Palace to find you. Spotting you tucked away in a secluded nook of the palace, he hastened over, anxious to ensure your well-being, fearing you might’ve withdrawn due to the influence of some blabbering lowlife.
“Dear! There you are… No one has the right to speak to you like that ever. Are you alright? My dearest, why did you not tell me immediately?! I would’ve-”
Dottore’s frustrated rambles come to a halt when you place a finger on his lips to shush him. You didn’t look despaired, in fact, you looked calm - “Zandik? Did you have another tantrum in your lab while I was absent?”
The doctor gulped, remembering his place. Calming his senses, he placed his hands on your waist and ushered you closer to his arms.
“... Perhaps. But I had to. How could I be certain that no one had harmed you? Why did you comply with that impudent fool? You should’ve gone to me first.”
“Well, it was unpleasant to hear the insults, sure. But…" - you glanced apologetically and a knowing smile returned to your lips. "I knew you'd find out and deal with the issue very quickly."
✧ You and Pantalone were an odd couple. You didn't hail from a rich background, nor were you well-versed in the art of business and finance. You were more proficient in adventuring, your travels taking you to all sorts of journeys and commissions, a polar opposite from your beloved Pantalone. This led to raised eyebrows among the aristocrats of Snezhnaya. How can the richest man of Teyvat, who lives and works in prestige, be associated with such a simple person as you? For some, this gave the impression that they had a better chance of winning him over.
Thus, once upon a night, Pantalone was invited to a luxurious soirée. Here he was, clad in his finest suit, silver rings complementing his equally expensive optics. But to the Regrator, the jewelry adorning him was the least of his concerns - because you were the most precious gem in this gala. You accompanied him, although reluctantly, feeling out of place amidst the grand assembly of extravagant guests and the languid orchestra.
“Pantalone, do we have to…? I know you said this is not a business party, but there are so many guests already lining up to talk to you.”
“Oh do not fret, my sweet. Evening galas like these are where the real negotiation and connections entail. But I know the details bore you, so I promise we won't stick here for too long. Besides, I get to introduce you as my one and only!”
That's exactly what you were afraid of. As a company of some esteemed noble ladies adorning elegant gowns, you had difficulties matching Pantalone’s polite smile. Overwhelmed by the scrutinizing gazes of some guests, you politely excused yourself to the bathroom. Pantalone was concerned, thinking of following you, but that was exactly what the guests wanted.
You spent a long while by the hallway alone, trying to stabilize your breathing. The muttering of guests enjoying drinks and strolling was faint, but you could hear some people nearby:
“How can the 9th be with someone like them…? Surely it’s a joke.”
“A charming, rich man like him, and he can have anyone he desires. Yet he wastes his time on a simpleton?”
“Someone was definitely in it for the Mora, maybe he hasn’t seen real class. Quick, let’s go talk to him while he is alone.”
You stood with your back to a wall, and for the first time, uncertainty crept in. With fists clenched by your side, you reprimanded yourself that you are not alone. You came here with your significant other - and he, above all else, knows that gossip has no place in your shared private life. Hence, gathering up your courage, you raise your head high and strode back into the gala.
Pantalone, unfortunately yet expectedly, was surrounded by the same foul-mouthed nobles who wished to impress him. They prattled on about his financial success, while ladies fanned their folding fans and stood too close for his comfort. While they humored him, The Regrator cast hurried glances around the gala in search of you. Where are you?
“Lord Harbinger, may we offer you more champagne? I am sure this expensive bottle is up to your taste.”
The 9th attempted to hide his frown at the woman's tone, his stomach unwilling to ingest any drink some excessively elaborate name. “No thank you, I’d rather decline. I am waiting for my dear. I promised her a dance later this evening.”
“Oh, please sir, I insist. The night is young and there is plenty more for-”
Before the woman could continue, your voice cut through the air; calm, yet unmistakably firm. “He said no. Simple enough to understand.”
A hush fell over the gathered guests, the weight of your words settling like a sudden gust. Only Pantalone beamed with a genuine smile. “Ah, dear! There you are,”. The Harbinger was about to step back towards you, when the same lady suddenly blocked his path, her back facing him while her tone edged with defiance.
“I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid the question is directed towards Lord Harbinger Pantalone. I am sure you wouldn't know the pleasure of tasting a 500,000 Mora champagne from Fontaine.”
You recognized the snark in her tone directed towards you, and you couldn’t deny the anxiety twisting in your gut as eyes narrowed in your direction. However, with a shake of your head, you reminded yourself who you truly are and simply said: “Sheesh, lady, you spend that much on a drink that tastes worse than sparkling water? To each their own, I presume”
Her smile vanished. The guests stared in stunned silence, but it was Pantalone’s genuine laughter that pierced the tension. The sound was rich and real—because only he knew how adept you were at humbling an overconfident aristocrat with a dose of blunt truth. That’s how Pantalone managed to push through the crowd and circle his arm back around your waist, leaving the astonished onlookers behind.
“Ah dear, you’re a savior. I apologize I dragged us into this unpleasant company…” - he confined to you apologetically as you two walked away. “You always knew how to be sincere in your honest way.”
“It’s not like I meant to pick up a fight…" - you sighed. "I simply couldn't bear the humiliation, Pantalone. I'm aware that some people give me strange looks when I'm with you. They regard me as if I'm some peasant standing next to a powerful Fatui harbinger. That I'm nothing. That's why I couldn’t just hide, I had to step up to defend myself.”
“Oh, darling… My sweet, precious darling.” - The two of you left the manor that hosted the soiree, the chill night breeze muting the faint sound of guests and replacing it with a symphony of cricket noise from the garden nearby. Pantalone's fingers intertwined with yours.
"You are not just 'nothing' - you're my everything. You did not come from riches, and neither did I. You of all people know that. Would I really hold respect for some rich fool who didn't know an ounce of hardship when Mora was all they had since birth? No, dear, I wouldn't."
With a tender hand, he rested his palm on your waist, gently guiding you along the cobblestone path as if leading you into a slow waltz by garden roses in the night.
"Besides, you should never be ashamed to seek out my help. Although I must admit... Your tone earlier - oh my. Use it on me more often, darling. I wouldn't mind."
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jjk men twitter links (NSFW)
pt.1 nanami, hiromi and choso!
pt.2 sukuna, toji and gojo.
Kamo Choso
Fucking you nice and raw
Giving him a titty job
Fingering you while you wear a buttplug
Duties as his all time fleshlight
Handcuffed while he slams into you
Higuruma Hiromi
Pounding into you till you drool
Fucking you till you're braindead
Spanking you while drilling to in the bed
Forehead kisses while he's balls deep in you
Burying you in the mattress
Nanami Kento
Making love with him
Releasing stress after a long day
Coming home to fuck you on the kitchen counter
The size kink is kinking
Valentines night
note: restarting the nsfw jjk men series!!
#jjk#anime men#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#p links#twitter links#nanami kento#nanami smut#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#higuruma hiromi#toji fushiguro#hiromi jjk#hiromi higuruma#jjk higuruma#higuruma smut#kamo choso#choso kamo#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk choso#toji x you#jjk toji#fushiguro#toji smut#choso smut#jujutsu choso#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk gojo#choso jjk
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my turn
warning: fluff + comfort — it is finally your turn to return your devoted love and affection to soft!sylus 🤍
a/n: hi anon! many thanks for ur sweet words and request, i hope you enjoy <3
anon’s request / link: click here
hmm.
you’ve never seen sylus this quiet before.
you’ve always known sylus to be the confident one—the serious, bold, intimidating man who always seems to have everything under control. he’s the one who teases you with his smooth, elegant words, who pulls you close with a charming smile that makes your heart race. but today, you decide it’s your turn to change things up.
he’s sitting quietly in the living room, reading a book with that focused expression he gets when he’s deep into something. you take a moment to watch him, admiring his handsome face and the way his silver hair falls over his forehead. you’ve never seen him look so calm, so peaceful. a playful idea forms in your mind, and before you can second-guess it, you move closer.
you slip into his lap without warning, wrapping your arms around his neck. his eyes widen, his crimson gaze meeting yours with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
“what are you doing?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, the usual edge of authority still there. you smile and lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“nothing,” you say softly, your lips brushing his skin. “just loving you.”
before he can respond, you kiss him again—this time on the other cheek, then on his jaw, your fingers threading through his silver hair. you can feel his body tense beneath you, his posture rigid like he’s not sure how to handle your sudden affection.
“you’re being... very forward,” he murmurs, his deep voice wavering slightly. clearly, he’s trying to keep his composure, but you can see the blush creeping up his cheeks, the way his eyes are flickering with uncertainty. it’s just so unlike him that it makes you giggle.
“i can’t help it,” you say, tightening your arms around him, your lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. “you’re just so handsome.” your voice is soft and sincere, and you watch as his confident mask slips just a little.
he swallows, his crimson eyes wide as he stares at you, clearly not used to you being this bold.
you decide to push him further, to see just how flustered you can make him. “i love you,” you whisper against his ear, your voice sweet and affectionate. you press a kiss to his temple, then his nose, then his lips. he freezes, his breath hitching, and you can feel the way his heartbeat racing against your chest.
“what has gotten into you?” sylus asks, his usual smooth tone cracking just a bit. he looks genuinely taken aback, his elegant words faltering as you continue to pepper his face with soft kisses. you giggle again, your fingers tracing small circles on the back of his neck.
“just loving you,” you say again, more firmly this time.
“you always take care of me, so now it’s my turn to show you how much you mean to me.” you smile, your eyes shining with warmth, and he blinks at you like he doesn’t quite understand what’s happening.
and that almost makes you burst out laughing.
keyword: almost.
“you’re... ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice low and unsteady, but there’s no real irritation in his tone—only a soft, shaky vulnerability. his hands settle on your waist, holding you like he’s afraid you might disappear. “you’re supposed to be the shy one, not me.”
you smile wider, leaning in to press your forehead against his. “maybe i’m tired of being shy,” you tease gently. “maybe i want you to be the one who blushes for once.”
his eyes narrow slightly, like he’s about to say something clever, but the words seem to catch in his throat. instead, he just stares at you, his crimson gaze searching your face, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep his usual composure. you feel a surge of affection for him—this strong, confident man who’s so easily undone by your love.
so you kiss him again, long and slow, your hands framing his face, your thumbs brushing over his high cheekbones. this time, he doesn’t resist. he melts into the kiss, his hands tightening on your waist, squeezing your flesh gently and you feel him shudder against you. when you finally pull back, his face is flushed, his breathing uneven, and he looks... shy. truly shy, like he’s never been before.
“you’re... unbelievable,” he says softly, his voice a little hoarse, his eyes half-lidded and warm. you can see the struggle in him—wanting to regain control, to be the calm and composed sylus that you know, but your gentle touches are making it impossible for him to act like his usual self.
and it drives him nervously crazy.
“so are you,” you reply, kissing his forehead. you can see him fighting the blush that’s spreading across his cheeks, his eyes glancing away like he’s embarrassed, and it makes your heart swell with warmth. you cup his face, guiding his gaze back to yours, and you can see the way he’s holding back a smile.
“you really are beautiful, you know that?” you say, your voice gentle and sincere. “i don’t tell you that enough.” you lean closer, pressing your lips to his ear. “you mean the world to me, sylus. i love you so much.”
you feel him tremble beneath you, his grip on your waist tightening, and you pull back just enough to see his expression—completely soft, completely open. he’s not trying to hide anymore, and there’s something incredibly sweet about seeing him this vulnerable, this undone by your love.
“you’re going to make me go insane,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, and there’s a rough, raw honesty in his tone that takes your breath away. he’s not used to being the one overwhelmed, but he’s not pushing you away, either. instead, he leans in, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closing as he lets out a shaky breath.
“then let’s go insane together,” you say softly, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. he makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, and kisses you back—slow and deep and so full of emotion that it makes your heart skip a beat.
you pull away just enough to see his face—his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks a warm shade of pink, and his expression so soft it makes your chest ache.
“you don’t have to be perfect with me,” you whisper, brushing a strand of silver hair away from his forehead. “i love you just as you are.”
he’s quiet for a long moment, his gaze locked on yours, and then he smiles—a real, gentle smile that makes his ruby eyes shine. “i love you most, sweetie.” he says softly, his voice steady and sincere, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.
you smile back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, and you hug him tight, burying your face in his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and you can feel the way he’s finally letting go of that careful, controlled exterior. he’s just sylus now—your sylus, the one who loves you with all his heart, who isn’t afraid to show you his softer side.
oh, he’s so in love.
only with you.
just you, forever.
while you’re lost in the warmth of his hug, you suddenly feel his lips touch your shoulder. there’s a small, teasing pause, and then he gently nibbles at your skin—a light bite that makes you shiver. you gasp quietly, your heart fluttering with surprise, but before you can even react, he follows it with a soft, gentle kiss, pressing his lips where he cutely bit you. the touch is warm and comforting, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“sylus,” you whisper his name, a little surprised but mostly filled with affection, and he laughs quietly, the sound low and sweet. he’s still holding you close, his breath warm against your neck, and you can feel that he’s smiling—like he’s happy to share this new, tender closeness with you.
and deep down, that makes you giddy.
“i couldn’t resist,” he says in a soft whisper, his voice gentle and playful in your ear. his tone still carries a hint of his usual confidence, but it’s softer now. his arms pull you even closer, and you can feel the steady, comforting beat of his heart as you lean against his chest.
“you’re just too tempting,” he adds, his lips brushing your shoulder again. you can’t help but laugh softly, holding him tighter, your arms wrapped around his neck. you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling warmth spread through you—a feeling of love that fills every corner of your heart.
“and you,” you say softly, your voice full of love, “are absolutely perfect.”
he makes a quiet, happy sound, gently nuzzling his face into your neck. you can feel him smile against your skin, his warmth so close and comforting. his fingers start to trace gentle patterns on your back, moving slowly, and you can tell he’s calm and relaxed. his breathing slows, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and you feel safe and happy in his arms.
you stay like that, wrapped up in each other’s embrace, for a long time. the room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing, and it feels like the rest of the world has disappeared. his strong, big arms keep you close, and you can feel every bit of him—the warmth of his chest, the softness of his breath, the way he holds you like he never wants to let go.
you lift your head slightly, just enough to look into his sweet eyes. there’s something more softer in them now, something that’s just for you.
only for you.
you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, slow and warm, and he kisses you back, his hand moving up to cradle your cheek. you feel his thumb gently brush your skin, and he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.
when you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, his eyes half-closed and his face relaxed. he looks softer, more open than ever before, and it makes your heart ache with love.
you give him one more quick kiss on the tip of his nose, making him chuckle softly. he tightens his arms around you, holding you so close that you can feel the warmth of his body all around you.
“i love you,” you whisper, and you say it again, over and over, softly against his skin—each “i love you” gentle and full of emotion. he closes his eyes, listening, and you feel the way he relaxes even more, like each word you say fills him with warmth.
he lets out a quiet sigh, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, and you can feel him melt into your touch. his strong, protective exterior has softened, and you can see a slight blush on his cheeks, a sign that he’s a little overwhelmed by all the affection you’re giving him. but he doesn’t move away. he just stays right there, holding you tightly, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, soaking up every bit of your love.
you don’t let go either. instead, you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling his warm breath fanning your skin while his fingers continue to gently stroke your back.
you’re both wrapped up in a safe, warm bubble where nothing else matters except the two of you, and you know that this—being with sylus, being this close—is all you’ll ever need. and you know, in that moment, that this is exactly where you belong—right here in his arms, loving him with all the warmth and affection he truly deserves.
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nah, i`m gonna need a link or smth. where can i watch There She Goes (2018-), the 414 special? started watching the show ~48hrs ago and i need this special to complete it
or if oomfs have a vpn that can say that i'm in the uk, i'll love u 5ever <4
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˚ · . ༉‧ ⋆ kiss me until my lips fall off.
┊͙ This song reminds of Katsuki is such an odd way, I can’t explain it and I will be taking no criticism of my nonsensical rambling about it, thank you. ꒦꒷ FEM READER ꒦꒷ (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
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Katsuki, no matter the circumstances, finds time to kiss you.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you when he arrives home late into the night after patrol.
The cicadas sing redundantly outside your window and the stars are the only guiding light in the otherwise pitch black sky. The hero presses a lingering, chaste kiss onto your cheek when he climbs under the blankets with you. He noses along your jaw affectionately, smoky voice quietly dancing in your ear with an “I love you pretty baby,” until you hum in your sleep and he tugs you into his chest.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you whenever you leave home.
He snatches your wrist as you pass by him in the hall, eyebrows pinched with agitation until you press your thumb between them and smooth it out. You rest your hands on either side of his neck and kiss him sweetly, lips meeting over and over until the tension bleeds from him. You pull back just to admire his softened features and the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you when you shower together.
Firm, calloused hands eagerly find your hips and press you into the opposite wall ruthlessly. His body is one long, lean line of muscle as he pushes to leave no space between you. Steam curls in the air while the spray hits his back and Katsuki kisses you as if he means to devour you, biting your bottom lip and letting his hot tongue slide against yours.
You give as good as you get, sinking your nails into his biceps until you almost draw blood, eating him alive until his cock thickens and twitches incessantly against your belly.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you when you need him as an anchor.
Whether it’s because he’s got you folded in half, thighs pressed to your chest and the only sensation you can hope to focus on is the delicious drag of his cock in and out of your pussy until you cry out his name and he swallows it — or because you’ve been sobbing as stress threatens to drown you and he kisses your forehead and holds you in his lap until the tears slow and your breathing evens out.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you, because he loves you.
There are a million and one other reasons he does this, but you can be certain Katsuki will kiss you until he starts to rot.
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