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soliloquics · 4 months ago

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@agcmbler : I want the k for all our ships

jingren: 7. A romantic kiss

the days seemed to brush past them, with those spent apart seeming to drag on faintly while the ones spent together always felt shorter than they should be.

blade only made his way to him when he thought it safe, and even then he had to sneak into his home, into his bed, to share precious time together. more often than not, jing yuan happily surrendered his own sleep in exchange for his touches; the way he steadily shifted beneath the covers, tangled fingers in his hair and drew his legs around himself, how they often quipped who would be given the lead, hoe he sometimes teased him even though the general was still half asleep— it was a good way to live, and a good way to love.

it came as no surprise that jing yuan's heart seemed to swell whenever the stellaron hunter was near. an old friend had returned to solemnly express his affections, half-heartedly warning him and offering him opportunities to refuse his attempts to be closer, and yet the general had chosen to leave himself wide open. he had been adamant to avoid bringing harm to jing yuan in any capacity, yet he knew his presence was dangerous and rejuvenating all the same.

what a strange love they shared, but one the general clung to with all his heart.

he had entered his home the same as usual, that night, but jing yuan found himself awake, longing quietly for his arrival, though thr chances were always slim. when his door did open, it was he who rose and moved to greet the other. dressed down and with his hair loose, jing yuan made his way to the doorway, promptly grasping blade's chin and wrapping an arm around his middle, almost against the small of his back.

he leaned closer, brushed his lips faintly against the hunter's, enjoyed the warmth of his breath, the familiar softness, and tilted his head. lips parted some more against his lover's, offering a kiss that seemed barely noticeable, a small shift that introduced it all at once, even though it was an open, slow and lingering one. the general drew his darling closer with it, too, a soft press against his lower back seeing them comfortably chest to chest, and when their lips parted they did so barely. golden eyes settled on that vibrantly crimson pair, and jing yuan smiled; softly, lazily. welcome back.

arlo jude: 11. A kiss to the neck

keeping jude on his lap was one of his favourite pastimes, second perhaps only to listening to him praise the dragon to the high heavens. it wasn't unusual that the two should end up tangled together like that, but he also enjoyed simply lazing about while feeling his fellow god's chest resting against his own.

that day, he had claimed an armchair with the intention to nap, and vine had crawled onto his lap with the specific intention to steal his focus. it wasn't unusual, and arlo didn't mind it, either, although he would have preferred, this time, if he could have instead done so after that intended nap of his.

still, he allowed him close, pushed his fingers beneath his shirt and let them boldly trace along his torso. ❛ i was hoping to doze, ❜ he complained, lightly, head tipped back to more easily watch the other. those freckled cheeks still drew a small smirk to his features; a testament to both beauty and chaos plastered right onto his face. that human form of his had been chosen well.

he leaned closer, not particularly finding anything the other may counter to dissuade his choice to lull himself to sleep through affection. his lips found his jaw first, soft and innocent kisses pressed against his skin first, growing more open but also more lethargic as he wandered down to his neck, the odd graze of teeth introduced along the way, and fingers grasping gently at his hips. ❛ incorrigible, ❜ he murmured against his throat, eyes closed and, in juxtaposition to his complaint, lips contently continuing to occupy the area.

yumia: 18. A kiss while laughing

mia seemed awfully fond of riling him up, but he had figured that would be the way of things from the very beginning, anyway.

she was cheeky, smart and riddled with audacity, all traits yulan found perfectly attractive. above all else, though, she could keep him on his toes. he was a man who enjoyed being unpredictable, who had poor impulse control and did whatever crossed his mind with little regarding for the consequences, though he was typically quite aware of them.

their time spent together was often handsy, physical and indulgent, but they also maintained engaging conversations, joked about and bickered pleasantly. it was, as such, no surprise that she should manage to tickle his sense of humour just right in the middle of his efforts to strip her down.

he had lifted her onto a sideboard and tossed his own shirt aside already, eagerly fidgeting with her blouse and bra and waging a war between want and dexterity. whatever lame joke she had murmured out struck just the right cord and just as yulan managed to undo the hooks of her underwear, he stammered briefly and broke out into laughter.

it was a rarer sound, something light and joyful from someone who was thoroughly sinister and nihilistic otherwise. he braced himself against the surface of the furniture for a moment, cheeks soon aching faintly and after he took a deep breath and quelled that laugh just somewhat, he lifted his head and offered a few kisses, grinning and chuckling against her lips.

❛ you fucking idiot, ❜ he huffed out amusedly, _affectionately_. ❛ you're throwing off the foreplay. ❜

wriolette: 12. A kiss along the collar bone

the iudex was a startlingly fast learner. in fact, wriothesley had been entirely sincere when he had told him that he would overtake him in the future when it came to well-placed touches, with ease.

to some, it may seem odd that the duke toyed with the sensation of surrender. trust was a difficult concept for a man who had been betrayed so thoroughly multiple times in his life, most notably in his youth, but neuvillette was the closest to earning his sincere faith.

given his quiet reverence towards the dragon, such should come as little surprise.

he had waited for him in the chief justice's flat, had drawn him closer and chatted away gently, teasing and quipping about this and that, and eventually nudged him to the sofa, where he could comfortably straddle his lap. neuvillette's hands tended to move with purpose but inquisitively all the same; he enjoyed touching him and once he grew confident in certain areas, wriothesley found that he quite easily stole his breath away.

that evening, he had peeled him out of his shirt skillfully, delicate fingers roaming his body as they had many times before, and still the warden shuddered under the odd touch, grew warmer and needier. his own fingers sat at the back of his lover's neck, pushed into that long, silken hair of his as they kissed.

his heart beat heavily in his chest, his breath grew shallow and the longer his dear offered such intimate, slow affection, the more he found himself softly lost in warmth, lulled into complacency. he must have realised that the duke's breathing became slowly unsteady, as the iudex shifted his lips to his jaw somewhere along the way, gifting him with soft, open kisses that grew wetter as he moved towards his neck. ironically, that shift only seemed to make breathing more difficult.

a deep inhale allowed for a drawn sigh afterwards, neuvillette's name mixed airily into it, but the dragon continued his gradual exploration along his skin. by the time he found his collarbones, wriothesley had canted his head back slightly, pressed as close to his beloved as he could without obstructing him, and felt sparks travelling up his spine, bubbling hints of anticipation and pleasure alike.

❛ are you... teasing me, monsieur neuvillette ? ❜ he questioned, audibly out of breath but playful nonetheless, and inhaled deeply afterward, only to feel goosebumps forming along his arms. ❛ it feels like you're trying to rile me up. ❜

zhongchi: 39. A tentative kiss

that childe would be injured was nothing unusual. he often returned to him with plenty of bruises and scrapes and typically saw the consultant patching him up in his time spent by his side. it usually didn't cause him to stay his hand, either, although he had to admit that a split lip did not particularly lend itself to affectionate displays.

he sighed softly, silently, wistfully to himself as he watched his darling. he spent most of his time away from liyue, away from him, and not making the most of their time spent together seemed a waste. still, the thought of his blood on his tongue did not particularly strike him as appealing.

while zhongli was finishing his tea, ajax carried the dishes to the kitchen, a perfectly normal and domestic course of events, and one that only had him more mournful of his split lip. he had resisted kissing him thus far, pointed out that it would be bad for his injury, that it would sting and he did not wish to cause him discomfort, and had been pouted at sufficiently for it.

... still, he thought it wasn't fair to hold back when he so seldom enjoyed his company. as such, the former archon abandoned his cup and pushed to his feet, followed after the harbinger and gingerly caught his hand first, and his cheek second, turning him towards himself and canting his head back slightly. then, he leaned closer, hesitated for a moment and ever so faintly pressed a kiss as far from the injury as he could, and another against his cheek.

❛ let's see if doctor baizhu had a potent remedy tomorrow, ❜ he suggested, kept him close and offered an apologetic, softly sheepish smile. ❛ i miss kissing you too much to sit idly by. ❜

kavetham: 15. A kiss along the hips

kaveh enjoyed it when alhaitham initiated most of anything, really, and while the scribe was typically simply too lazy to take the first step, he was not immune to bolder moods.

such shifts were more rare, and he tended to be content with holding him close and exchanging their usual, albeit gentler bickering, but his partner was beautiful, and alhaitham most assuredly aware of it. he loved to pamper him every now and again, to draw colour to his cheeks and leave him with messy hair and out of breath, and that day was one such occasion.

typically, the scribe moved swifter. he did not care too much to tease for too long and liked to offer the architect what pleasure he could, although some days saw him indulging in a more lethargic fashion.

that day, he had laid him on his bed and took his time drawing his clothes from him, often returning to kiss him in-between, until there was nothing left to strip him off. his fingers wandered liberally, but as they traced smooth skin he inevitably thought his lips ought to follow their paths, too.

his lips travelled lower, occupied themselves with his chest first, his stomach after that and eventually settled on his hips. he felt him shift faintly beneath himself, one of his hands buried in that grey hair of his, and teeth worrying a soft mark against his pelvis. he heard him exhale his name and glanced up, reached for his free hand to tangle their fingers and hummed contently against his skin; maybe he really would end up teasing him a little, just for once.

mozeqiu: 31. A kiss to the inner thigh

he was startlingly gorgeous. jiaoqiu had always been beautiful, of course, but moze had not had the capacity to appreciate such beauty for the longest time.

his features were delicate, his hands warm and voice soothing, his skin smooth, enticing, distracting. he had kissed his way down his torso, slow and inquisitive, tracing lips and tongue across his chest, his stomach, his hips, and still he found his thigh to be particularly captivating.

he could watch that vibrant blush from there, could feel muscles straining not to twitch, arousal slowly growing. he looked good, too good, and it had the assassin shift his leg comfortably over his shoulder, one hand settling atop it before he leaned closer and pressed and open, wet kiss against his skin first. his eyes unwaveringly lingered on the foxian's features, focused entirely on every little shift in expression he might gift him.

moze wondered whether he could draw more sounds from him, whether his diligent attention could coax his name from his lips more and more, and earn him praise he usually did not care much for but lapped up when it was offered while he lingered between his legs. strange, that he should find such comfort in freely offering another pleasure.

he couldn't help himself but to allow a flash of teeth. they grazed his skin gently at first, then lingered as he nursed a mark into it, though his were never too dark, never meant to linger too long but often rather slips of composure. ❛ jiaoqiu, ❜ he murmured lowly, fingers grasping more firmly at his leg, though careful not to cause discomfort, and merely another, indulgent hum offered as he placed another few kisses along the inside of his thigh.

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sk3tch404 · 6 months ago

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Yandere Donnie Darko Hcs

A/n: I finally came around to watching Donnie Darko while I was styling my hair this morning. It was so good and omgg HIS CHARACTER!!! Love it 💜 What he voices in where he rebels against authority resonates with me in the most honest and straight up sense, it's crazy.

CW: Characterizing of psychosis without research (I am in no way claiming this is how individuals who suffer some psychosis or with schizophrenic symptoms act or feel like. This is simply a work of fiction and how I see Donnie's mental state affect the scenario), Donnie is actually very tame here except for his obvious criminal record and acts of violence, and YALL HES A MENTALLY ILL TEENAGE BOY so he's a lowkey soft okay. Y'all see him with Gretchen? So caring and passionate ugh, love him sm. <33 I try to write as close to canon as possible, but sometimes that leads to really soft yans and I kind of doubt my writing. Despite that. I like to think that not all yanderes need to be possessive killing machines in order to fit into the troupe. Everyone's got their own way of dealing with obsession, and so I think I did decently with this one lol.

Proof read a few times, so sorry for wordy/run on sentences and possible wonky grammar.

I feel like Donnie is very observant and patient with his darling. He's quite analytical for a teenage boy which leads him to take time to consider the variables that weigh within your possible relationship.

Donnie is still an awkward kid, so dont be surprised when you accidentally find him staring at you for a considerable period of time in class. In school, he doesn't approach you, seeing as the setting is already suffocating enough. He'd try to catch you after school or when you two have a little bit of privacy.

He's kinda shy and clumsy at first glance--- too talkative in his speech and self-aware of his minor fuck ups. Over time, he'll be more open to what he wants with you. Donnie might not really understand how to handle love and all of its complexities, but hell try really hard to make it work.

Yeah, y'all saw how fast he dived in for that kiss in the film?... Embarrassing, but it's true that he's quite excited to show his affection for you. He'll be "so chill with it," and he is to an extent--- not too clingy at all--- but when he's around he gives you guard dog privileges. Stays at your side and defends you from any brain rotting comments made from the guys around the neighborhood. Donnie isn't much of a fighter, but he's damn well capable of planning and executing a crime if it calls for it. One count of arson, another unaccounted for, severe property damage, and murder? Don't doubt it for one second that he won't consider further acts in the future to come.

His psychosis affects him directly when it comes to you--- as it also does with most things. He already feels so shitty with how things are going in his life, Frank voicing the many thoughts he has about you day to day stresses him further. Sometimes Donnie is scared Frank will convince him to hurt you as the countdown progresses. Despite that fear, he can't keep away from you.

This distress causes Donnie to rebel more often. As he spirals down the rabbit hole Frank keeps digging for him, the anxiety that follows with what will happen to you once the world ends lingers late at night in his bed.

Donnie's main love language is quality time. He walks with you from school and chills with you pretty much wherever. He's pretty book-smart, so he'll pitch in with your projects and homework assignments. His parents don't really seem like they care what he does most of the time, so if he's given the chance, he'll crash at your place for a few before they think he's off sleepwalking or some shit.

Donnie already knows he's slipping off the rails, placebo medication or not, Frank stays to stir the pot. He's almost scared, scared to death that you'll think he's an insane lunatic and he'll scare you off. But at the same time, why be scared if it's the truth? He has evidence, the book, and his own visions. That anxiety doesn't go away when he rambles on about the six-foot-tall bunny rabbit and how that thing has led him to the method of time travel.

You're just left there dumb founded as he stares on at you with that deadpanned look. Too late to back out now. World's ending and you don't got a boyfriend. Well, you got Donnie... and Frank's there too sometimes, but either way, you're all each other's got. You don't want to be alone do you? Donnie knows he doesn't.

He trusts you more than anyone else. Yeah he's on meds, and sure he's loony, but everyone knows that already; not that they seemed to care too much anyway. He feels like he can just exist with you around. All that pent up frustration with the looming guilt of his actions festering inside can be washed out like waves on a cold shore. Of course, it's not a cure-all, but it's damn nice compared to the bone headed friends he got and the tense dinner table back at home.

He has scratch paper in his drawers that are just filled with messy sketches of you. Not sure if he'd be the type to use sketchbooks, but he is pretty organized in his own room. Donnie just finds you so easy and beautiful to draw. Art block has nothing on this boy. He hates it when his sisters barge into his room and see any unfinished piece of you lying around. They tease him so bad about it, he wishes they'd just leave him alone.

"Ooo, is this the girl you're always wasting your time with?"

"No, gimme it. It's none of your business, and get out of my room."

"Geez, fine. Not like that's the freakiest thing you got in here anyway."

Donnie wouldn't be the extreme stalking type, but if he caught a glance of you, he wouldn't be able to look away. He'd also take into account what your daily patterns are as well as your likes and dislikes. He notices your little habits like if you constantly apply too much pressure to your mechanical pencil, making your lead break. He's always have had a passive opinion on the school uniform, but you made it look good, great even. Donnie likes it even more seeing you in street wear. He takes note on your style and even thinks of taking some inspiration from it to feel closer to you.

He's sensitive in places a teenager would be in most. He's irritable and closed off much of the time, even to you if it gets bad enough. Of course, it's not your fault usually. It only makes sense to be defensive in the case of anything he may perceive as a threat, even if that means any possibility of you breaking his heart.

Donnie may be a bit shy in his advances, but what he isn't is hesitant. He's quite bold in his thoughts and feelings. While he is afraid of your judgement in particular, he doesn't mind doing many things in front of you. Your collar is crooked, so let him just fix it up real quick. Talk about something that's got him thinking? He's letting his thoughts pour out like it's happy hour. He sees no issue in doing what he wants to, so if you're feeling unsure or nervous about something, he'll be the one to do it for you. Not many questions asked unless it's got his serious attention.

Kisses are passionate and deep. (Tbh when I first watched the movie I was like, "DAMN dont eat her face- shit.") I dont know if Donnie has had previous experience or not, but he's definitely got the enthusiasm. He tries to match your rhythm if you seem to have trouble following. Not too much tongue, but best believe he's devouring your lips like it's the last 6 hours in the universe. His hands are roaming around your body, feeling the dips and curves so cautiously because Jesus, you're just rocking his fucking world. If you tell him to slow down, he will. Donnie never wants to force you to do anything you wouldn't want to.

Words of affirmation aren't really a thing for him. If he says something to you, it was probably on his mind anyway. If you say "I love you" to him, he'd be almost stunned but wouldn't have a problem reciprocating that energy. He just felt like that connection between you two was already clear enough. No need to say it so directly. Although, it's nice. He really loves and cares for you. Would take a bullet for you--- cross his heart till he dies, all that sappy shit.

If you reject him, let's just say Frank and Donnie will be speaking more often. It pushes him off the edge. Frank isn't in Donnie's head just to do evil shit, but it's not like his presence doesn't perpetuate Donnie's behavior further. He wouldn't go on a killing spree or anything excessively violent like that. He'd be hyper-focused on the time travel aspect of his situation and become more forceful in his methods. He'd demand answers to make sense of all of it. To cope with the fact you didn't want him like how he needed you. Why didn't you like him enough? What didn't he do? Actually, what did he do? His mind feels like its on the brink of breaking as he tries to rationalize all the negativity in his life. He's already done too much, his world feels like it's collapsing in on itself before the actual day could even come. You were a majority of that world, and now it's just broken.

Donnie is so distraught and confused about his adolescent experiences, he almost doesn't know what to do. The only thing to do from then on is to focus on the countdown. Time travel, and how to fix it all. Otherwise, not only would he be left alone, but you would be too. Donnie wouldn't want that for you, not ever. Even with all the pain and frustration stowed away inside his still beating heart, he would never wish to hurt you; one of the only people on Earth who didn't suck so much as everyone else did.

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