[kavashas]

AKI ! her/shes . . . sfw twst + personal writing blog 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 diasomnia my muse

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request . . . are open! i mainly write for myself but i love to bounce ideas and talk about my fictional loves. please don’t by shy to reach out even to say hi, let’s be moots!

[kavashas]

hi mootie patootie .ᐟ

i thought of a nickname for u, how about

T-AKI

i luv takis lol

LYLA !! hehe as a taki enjoyer i am honored to have the name LMAO. thank u for thinking of me (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

i also have thought of a nickname for u; LYCHEE

bc i love lychee candies 🙂‍↕️

[kavashas]

Hai hai!! I’m head over heels for your skinship hc series ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)‼️ I was wondering if I could request Idia, Leona, & Azul! No pressure ofc!! Just love your writing!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹

Remember to take breaks and take care of yourself!! ♡

nonnie!! u have me all blushy (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝) okok i have a draft started just for u!! can’t say for sure when it will be done but i do already have something for idia here :> ty for your kind words, take care of yourself too <33

[kavashas]

DOMESTIC MOMENTS

ft. riddle, trey, ace, azul, jade, floyd, jamil, vil, idia, malleus

ps! a mini collection of some things i’ve been daydreaming abt lately !! will make a part two,,,, reader is mentioned to wear makeup (vil & floyd)

RIDDLE’s schedule doesn’t allow him much room for indulgent reprieves, but after falling for you, he finds a way to make time. he only prays you can’t hear his thumping heartbeat from where you’re sitting next to him, your knee pressed to his. “careful, it’s warm.” he slides over a cup of tea after ensuring it wasn’t too hot. you thank him with a smile and you both easily fall into a peaceful routine as you inquire about his day and vice versa. “look!” he jumps when you shoot up from your seat to the window, your palms pressing into the glass; peach and pink blend together in the sky, the sun just peaking behind the mountains. “it’s beautiful!” you smile, your side profile illuminated by the soft rays and he can feel his heartbeat race without his permission. he nods, but his eyes are still on you. “yes, very beautiful in deed.”

TREY enjoys baking. even more he loves you. baking together was evitable, his hip teasingly bumping yours when he passes you, pinching your cheek when you tried to sneak a bite of raw cookie dough. “you will get sick if you eat too much of that,” his words carry no bite, the corners of his eyes crinkling when you pout. “it taste so good.” “it will taste better freshly baked, i can promise you that.” he slides the batch behind the oven door where its safely cooking and turns to begin the frosting. he tilts his head, looking at you curiously when you tug on his sleeve and his eyes widen when you reach up to kiss his cheek. “sorry, you had some flour there,” the words tickle off his skin. he smirks, flicking some on the edge of your jaw before brushing his lips all over your face too. “my bad, you had some too.” (ever since then, you always find him with something on his cheek. “i ran out of clean rags,” he shrugs but it doesn’t take long before he thaws into a shameless grin).

thinking about dodging ACE’s kisses and how his face scrunches up all pouty in response. “okay so you think i’m ugly and you hate me.” the firm line of his lips didn’t stay for long, twitching without his permission when you cup his face and his cheeks are warm from his blush. “of course not, you’re so easy to tease, it’s not my fault.” you give him a smile he knows he can’t argue with and he visibly sags, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “you’re so mean, i even said my pleases. can i just get one?” you push up on your tiptoes to kiss the spot between his brows, then down the slope of his nose. you feel more than hear his little huff when you press your lips to the corner of his mouth instead. “sorry, i couldn’t resist,” you pressed another kiss there. his hand cups the back of your head and his nose bumps into yours when he pulls you in for a proper kiss, mumbling a small ‘mwah’. “that’s much better. but you must give me five more to make up for it, okay?”

AZUL, who claims he doesn’t feel ready unless it’s you fixing his up his tie every morning. he tries to stay nonchalant as you pat down the lapels flat against his chest, his gaze trained to the spot just above the crown of your head. he’s so close that the smell of your shampoo floats around him and when he tilts down he catches your focused, pretty face and the way your lips mouth around a small huff when you mess up. he nearly astral projects out of his body when you suddenly peek up at him through your lashes, those same lips twitching up into a smile, just for him. “you’re handsome,” you say, sending him to a near cardiac arrest for the second time that day. he hides face in your neck, relaxing a bit when your fingers scratch at the baby hairs on his nape just the way he likes. “if anyone’s the handsome/cute one here, it’s always been you.”

“these shoes are doing you no good, i’m afraid.” JADE clicks his tongue with a frown, gingerly peeling off your ill fitted shoe(dress shoe, heel, your pick). his brow furrows when he sees the blisters on your ankle and it stays even when you bend down to brush your lips to the spot. “sorry for not telling you earlier, i didn’t want to ruin your night.” the tips of your fingers graze his ear as you brush his bangs back so you can see his face but he grabs your wrist before you could get too far, holding it to his lips. “my night is hardly ruin, darling. though, i do wish you had spoken up. i’m not fond of seeing you in pain.” “i can sit here until you’re ready to go back.” he hums as though in thought before his lips curl into an impish grin. before you can ask your vision tilts and you’re quite literally lifted off your feet, jade holding you so close and silently promising not to let you fall. “i— jade, i can walk on my own, really.” “i much prefer this way. what if you manage to hurt yourself again, it would pain me if i allow that opportunity to exist.” “oh you—!”

thinking about FLOYD watching you do your morning routine. “that tickles,” he’s laughs, blinking at you as you rub some moisturizer on his face when you catch him looking too hard. “and cold.” he plays footsie with you as you finish applying your makeup, slowly growing bored and twirling the ends of your hair around his finger. it wanes into a playful look when you apply your lipstick and a blissful sigh escapes him when you indulge him with a kiss. what starts as one, becomes two then three, dots of red camouflaging on his rosy cheeks, rounded by his toothy smile. “you look good,” you grin, looking at the red marks covering all over his face. “oh yeah?” he cups the back of your head, kissing you hard on the mouth. he instinctively follows your lips when you pull away, not bothering to hide his shameless smile as he traces the smudged lipstick escaping the outlines of your mouth. “it looks even better on you, shrimpy~. gimmie some more!”

JAMIL who starts to write a list of things on his arms with a pen throughout the day. you mention you’re feeling sleepy? he makes a quick note on his palm to stop by the cafe to get your favorite drink. looking a little blue? he dots down the address to the nearest confectionery spot to surprise you after class. you want to call him later to chat? the time is saved on one of his knuckles, he won’t be late. and some he writes down just cause he loves you. “huh what’s this?” you look at him curiously when he slides spoonfuls of hot soup to you. “i made it for you.” he knows it's worth it when you thank him with a round smile with sauce on your lips and he grabs a napkin to dab your face clean. “you mentioned earlier you were hungry so i put this together.” “huh..? i don’t remember that?” he pinches your cheek before you can think too hard about it because truthfully you never did, he just wanted to spoil you was all.

when you’re too sleepy to remove your own makeup, you know you can always trust VIL to take care of you. he stands between your legs from where you sit on his bathroom counter, not commenting on the way you play with the buttons of his shirt or how your forehead grazes his when you lean into him, whining about wanting sleep. “not yet, potato. if you fall asleep with all this still on, your skin will be angry with you tomorrow.” “your hands are so cold, it’s making me even sleepier,” you say around a yawn. “will you at least carry me back?” the small overhead lights catch in your eyes when you peek up at him and he leans closer to block the harsh glare. he wipes your makeup, stroking the spot beneath your eye softly with his thumb. “is that even a question?”

the idea of being direct makes IDIA’s skin crawl; his words choke up as soon as he sees your face turn to look at him, heart racing without his permission and the tips of his hairs betray him. but, instead, he finds smaller, wordless ways to show his appreciation. it’s in the way he warms up a fresh blanket, warm and toasty for when you get back from class for a nap. in the way he sneaks a couple paper dollars into your back pockets so you can buy yourself something from the vending machine. the way he charges your phone when you’ve fallen asleep slumped against him, one earbud threatening to pop out. he brushes your hair back, careful not to stir you as he helps you to more a comfortable position wrapped in his sheets and swimming in his hoodie. “cute,” he gives a wobbly smile, stuffing his face into a pillow like a lovesick maiden.

thinking about you and MALLEUS having matching tamagotchis which he sometimes refers to as your children. (though jokingly or not, it’s hard to discern over the serious look on his face… “what food do they think they would enjoy?” “like in real life…?” “yes, it’s important to know our child’s preferences.”)

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ps! ik malleus part is the shortest one but it’s also been the one i’ve been thinking abt the longest. i have so many thoughts but i wasn’t too satisfied when trying to write it TwT

[kavashas]

feeling really sleepy today, currently thinking abt cuddling w my favs

[kavashas]

Hi :D if you ever make another part of the skinship hcs, could you do one with ruggie?? ty!!! ^_^

yes yes yes, i was just thinking about him recently, how did you know :o

hehe okay so i think when i make my next skinships one, im planning to write for epel, deuce & ruggie 🙂‍↕️ i can try squeezing in one or two more so if u have any suggestion lmk („ᵕᴗᵕ„)

[kavashas]

I love love LOOOOOOOOVE how you write ace trappola thank you so much for the skinships fic mmwaah

nonnie hiii!! hehe thank you so much, i’m sending you forehead kisses right back 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[kavashas]

NAPPING WITH HIM . . . ft. silver

ps! i’ve been in a huge silver mood lately, i made so many drafts for him. he’s one of my favs, i wanna give him sm love :<

it should go without saying but he offers you his shoulder to rest your head against.

(though… given the nature of his curse, more often than not he would be the one laying his head on your shoulder).

silver used to be fine without a blanket but ever since you began keeping him company, he started carrying a thin sheet, tucked neatly in his bag just in case(he can fall asleep in the most buzzard of conditions, but what if you get cold? he can't allow that to happen).

he used to find it vexing, but, ever since you’ve started offering your lap as a pillow,,, he supposes it comes with its advantages.

it also grants you a opportunity to play with his hair. if you scratch the backside of his head with the blunt if your nails, he’s out like a light.

but while hes awake, he holds your hands between your own, flexing and playing with your fingers. occasionally he tilts his head to press his mouth to your thigh, his soft hums of satisfaction vibrating off the skin.

being the gentleman that he is, he always asks to see if you’re alright and comfortable, appearing mildly unconvinced when you tell him it’s fine. he’s feels a little bad that you’re sitting in the same position for so long, supporting his weight without any complaints but he makes for it by spoiling you later.

he quickly gets addicted and now everytime he’s sleeping alone he bitterly presses his face against his pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines it being you instead.

there are some days, however, when he does try to fight against his curse. he’s normally the first to fall asleep and wake up, so he often misses out on seeing you sleepy. it makes him a little forlorn; he wonders how you would look, if your hair would be knotted when he runs his fingers through it or if your face would scrunch up as early rays of sunlight begin to pool.

“silver,” his name bounces off his skin from where your lips are pressed against his forehead then down the slope of his nose. “if you’re sleepy, you can sleep,” you say before finally kissing his lips.

his face doesn’t seem nearly as serious when he nods, his eyes lidded and cheeks warmed from being held between your hands. you’ve already caught him a few times, his head lulling before shooting upright, face squinting in focus.

“not yet,” he says around a sigh, pressing small kisses to your wrist. “i want to keep looking at you, you’re pretty/handsome.”

when he wakes up you’re always greeted by the cutest sight; his hair fanned out and lips parted in small breaths. he has a velvety morning voice that can melt butter and his words slur slightly towards the end.

you once teasingly kissed his lips when he began to stir, saying how a trues loves kiss would bring him back. if it were coming from anyone else he would think they were being ridiculous but now he can’t start his morning without it.

he’s a bit greedy, keeping his eyes closed long after he’s woken up by your sweet affection, wondering how many kisses he could get away with before you notice. you very quickly pick up on this after a few times though, he’s not quite subtle… it’s in the way his lashes twitch slightly and the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkle when you brush his hair from his face.

“how long have you had me figured out?”

he shivers when you stroke his cheek with the back of your thumb and you don’t bother to hide your grin. “since you woke up, but you looked cute sleeping, i didn’t say anything.”

“i wanted some more,” he huffs. he pulls himself up by the elbows and flips your positions so that your head is against the pillow, your nose nudging against him. “can you pretend to go sleep?” he asks so seriously but his lips fall into pout when you just look at him in confusion. “it’s my turn to kiss you awake now.”

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[kavashas]

Hi Aki! I was wondering if you can give your 5 cents with Riddle and sleeping/napping with his partner? I keep thinking about his PJs card and he looks so dreamy! Not really a request, just picking your brain

NONNIE ur so right, im going to be thinking abt this all night now

i just know he would be super nervous and shy at first, probably even putting a pillow between the two of u the first time. but he loves holding you so ofc he gets addicted and can’t sleep unless you’re there with him!! he kinda just squishes his face into your chest, holding you in anyway he can,,,, maybe he’s a little scared he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone :< his heart feels so full when you kiss him all over, promising to be there.

ohhh he would hold your hand in his sleep, nuzzling closer and intertwining his legs with yours (≧◡≦). he wakes up when you do and follows you around, looking all sleepy until ur back in bed, in his arms and he’s right back to plopping his face into your shoulder <33

he would have the cutest bed hair too (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝) so soft, i’m imaging combing through it and waking him up with kisses

[kavashas]

not a req, but wow your characterization is lovely. it feels true to the character and lets their quirks shine. hope to see more of ur writing soon! xx have a good day 🫡

WWWW thank you so much nonnie 🥹 that’s so reassuring especially since i tend to overthink it sometimes (⸝⸝⸝╺﹏╺⸝⸝⸝)

hehe i have a couple drafts i’ve been thumbing, some are request but a good amount are self indulgent things i keep daydreaming about. i hope to share some very soon 🙂‍↕️

[kavashas]

hellooo!

I read ute skinship fic and omgg its so cutee i love how u characterize them ahdhd

May i request the same thing but whith silver, deuce, epel and kalim plz? (Idk if u have a chara ter limit, if u do feel free to take deuce out!)

hello nonnie (,,> ᴗ <,,) this one is for u!!

i ended up not including epel & deuce bc i already had some things drafted for idia & jamil and i didn’t want it to be too long :< but!! id be happy to make a part 3 too and add them there if anyone is interested.

i hope you like it, you’re my first request hehe mwah!!

[kavashas]

SKINSHIP . . . in which ways they show physical affection.

ft. kalim al-asim, jamil viper, idia shroud, silver

p.s! my first request, i hope this finds u anon!! part one here

KALIM AL-ASIM

he’s sticky like glue, always needing a reason to be next to you.

honestly, you could be doing whatever and he’ll be happy just to sit by your side and watch!

he’s the type to play footsie with you beneath the table while you study, the one to brush your hair back from your face when it gets in your eyes. during dinner time, his food is the first to get cold, much more focused in feeding you, his fingertips skimming your lips with each bite. “say ahh,” his grin is contagious and he happily takes the opportunity to be fed by you as well.

(also the type to make a mess of crumbs from the desserts on the corners of his mouth, hoping you will kiss it off)

it should go without saying that he adores cuddling and sharing blankets with you. his arms spread wide like an invitation and he beams when you jump into his embrace.

even when it runs hot during the day he can't find it in himself to complain, not when you're curled up into his side, no space between your bodies. if you wear an oversized shirt, somehow, in his sleep, he sneaks beneath the helm. you wake up to his hairs tickling the spot beneath your chin, his cheek squished into your chest.

he’s especially clingy during the early hours, stubbornly tightening his arms around you when you try to get out of bed. it always ends up with him sleepily following you around your routine, his nose pressed into your neck and arms loosely holding you around the waist, opening his eyes just enough to watch you brush your teeth.

when it’s his turn to get ready, he purposefully raffles up the collar of his uniform just so he can have the excuse for you to fix him up.

as much as he enjoys you holding his face, he also undeniably loves to hold yours too. he squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pucker before he presses his mouth to yours with an exaggerated mwah.

it rarely stops with one kiss, quickly leading into two then three, pressing his lips every part he could reach until you’re physically prying him off.

“sorry, i can’t help myself!” his words vibrate off the curve of your cheek and you feel more than hear his giggle when he nudges his nose against yours. “just five more?”

his fingers curl beneath your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he can scatter more kisses.

“i can’t breathe, are you trying to suffocate me?” he can hear the grin in your voice and he matches it.

“of course not,” he’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. “do you want to switch spots? i want to be kissed a little too.”

kalim likes to rest his head on your chest. it not only grants him the opportunity to be as close to you as possible and but also, maybe worm his way into getting his hair played with too. he nearly falls asleep on the spot the first time you scratched at his scalp softly with the blunt of your nails.

so, it’s not surprising when he develops the habit of randomly grabbing your hands and plopping them into his head when he wants his hair to be played with, giving you a grin as though he was trying to convince you. “we can take turns,” he promises, already fitting into your lap when you don’t pull away.

it’s also probably one of the few times you can get him to sit still. that or offering your hand for him to play with, flexing and unbending your fingers as he rambles about something jamil told him earlier that day.

big or small, he appreciates any and all opportunities for skinship. he matches your energy and will also gladly settle for holding your hand, drawing hearts on the back with his thumb instead if it’s ever too much <3

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JAMIL VIPER

sorry jamil fans this might be a little ooc

not the touchiest.

but he has a way of subtly showing off as your partner; it’s the way he presses his hand to your back briefly when he passes you, shoulder nudging yours. he holds your hand— fully holds, fingers slipped through the dips, squeezing, when the hallways are crowded, silently promising not to let go. when he sits next down to you, he places a hand on your thigh, grounding him to your presence.

can be a bit of a tease: flicking your forehead, pinching your cheek when you get sauce from the meal he cooked for you on your face. when he kisses you, he nips the bottom part of your lip before he pulls away. quite assertive really,,, holding you by the jaw, curling a finger beneath your chin if you’re shorter than him to lift your gaze. he sometimes sneaks his hands beneath your shirt, not bothering to hide his grin when you squirm.

but he also has his softer moments too. when it runs cold outside, he cups your hands, pressing hot puffs of air to warm them up. he absently adjusts your clothes, folding the cuffs for your sleeves or straightening your collar(even when it’s already straight).

easily gets absorbed just tracing your arms and palms. he draws out the bone structure beneath your skin with his finger, tracing out the faint veins and scrunches in your palm. when he reaches the spot above your knuckles, he presses down with the flat of his thumb, squeezing gently. he’s so mesmerized he doesn’t even realize he’s subconsciously reaching out for your hand to play with when he’s sitting to next you.

it takes some time before he lets you touch his hair. it’s so soft and silky, evidently treated with care.

he’s a bit shifty when you brush along his head at first, touch not belonging to him so foreign and rare. he struggles to suppress the tiniest of shivers when you trace his baby hairs, the cool of your fingertips like balm to his tensed figure.

ohh yeah he’s addicted.

when it’s time to sleep he wordlessly tucks his face into your neck, a secret code that he’s ready to relax for as long as the universe would let him and his sigh gets muffled into the cotton of his shirt when you brush back his bangs.

he won’t ever admit it out loud but he has a soft spot for when you hold his face between your palms. “it’s like i’m holding my whole world on my hands!” you would give him a bright smile and jamil short circuits lol.

being taken care of by you is a guilty pleasure really; brushing out his hair for him, messaging out the knots in his shoulders, momentarily taking his mind away from the noisy routine.

critical hit if you pepper kisses all over his face. he rolls his eyes as though bothered but it quickly falls into a pout when you try to move away, his arms stubbornly tightening around you. “that doesn’t mean you should stop.”

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IDIA SHROUD

the smallest of touches make him fluster.

you once asked him to compare hand sizes with him, and he nearly astral projects when you slip your fingers through the cracks. he opts to hold your pinky instead for the time being as he builds up his confidence for hand holding (so scandalous)

though, you catch him on occasion ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand against yours, glancing at you from the corner of his eye before doing it again, mirroring off a scene he vaguely recalls watching. he chickens out before you could get hint and messily shoves his hands into his pockets instead.

truthfully, he’d like to touch you. he often catches himself in his head, daydreaming scenes of his favorite anime and imagining him and you in place of the main characters. his hair sparks a familiar pink when he wonders how soft your lips would be on his or how nice it would be to hold you so close that there was space between your bodies. he promptly smacks himself on the forehead when his thoughts start to become indecent.

with time he loosens up a bit—> key word a bit.

you’re talking to him but he’s struggling to understand your words when he spots a stray piece of your hair sticking to the corner of your mouth. wait…. he doesn’t mean to look directly at your lips!! though,,, it’s very nice,,, it just happens to be in his line of sight, he swears.

he’s internally screaming, his thoughts frazzled and it doesn’t occur to him that he's reached out and thumbed it away until you're thanking him with a smile. and. his. fingers.are. still. pressed. against. your. cheek. FAHH

before he could erupt into a concert of stutters and reel back, you hold his hand with your own, holding it in place. “i like this, you should do it more.”

“i— huh?? oh.. o-okay.”

playing video games with him is a must! … though he's a bit distracted, admittedly. he doesn't mind it too much when he's missing a couple points, not when all he can think is how close you are to him and if he so much as twitches his knee it will bump yours. that’s how it was initially at least, his younger self would die if he knew the way you would drape your legs over his lap, playing with the long ends of his hair while he muses about a game and his terrible teammates. (he’s grateful you’re not looking directly into his face but his hair, having a mind of its own, isn’t doing him any favors either).

it takes some convincing and small pleas but he eventually relents, letting you paint his nails. you have to hold his fingers still because he’s so nervous he’s shaking, the spots beneath his nose hidden behind the pillow he holds to his chest.

“did i do a good job?” he nods but he's not really looking, more focused on watching the way you’re cradling his fingers between your own. or the fact that’s he so close his knee is grazing yours or if he looks up he might head bump you or if he breaths too hard you might hear it and, wait, does that mean you can hear his heartbeat too— or if—

“p-p-perfect! thumbs up!!!” he says, immediately flinching when his voice comes out shaky and loud.

he appreciates your small pats of support when he curls up in himself, burrowing into his bed for the rest of the day.

he’s still learning, but he’s willing to try, for you.

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SILVER

the epitome of a gentleman

you could be dating since the crib and he’s still going to ask before kissing you or initiating anything too intimate.

silver’s the type of person to be satisfied in just being around you; he doesn’t need to be physically touched or showered in platitudes… though he certainly wouldn’t mind if you do.

you can ask him to kiss you anywhere and he’d be more than happy to indulge you, but, if he had to pick a favorite, it would be the ones he can see your face, his heart racing without his permission when you thank him with a smile he adores so much.

his favorite spot to be kissed is anywhere; if it’s coming from you that’s enough. more often not though, he enjoys when you brush your lips against his forehead. it gives him an excuse to hold you and maybe sneak some more kisses too.

you know he wants one when he looks up at you, sweeping his bangs back to expose the spot between his brows.

“now i know i will have a good day,” he says it so seriously but he pats his bangs back down like he’s shielding your kiss for himself.

silver’s the one to wordlessly offer his hand or elbow to you, always accompanying you to class despite his own being across campus. kisses the back of it before letting go; his smile is shy from behind your skin, cheeks rosy as he mouths a quick promise of finding you after class into your knuckles.

sleeping against you, it’s a given.

his sleep spells can be frustrating but it’s not too bad when you offer your lap to him. he wanted to say no at first, it might not be as comfortable for you as it would be for him; but you give him a look he knows he can’t argue with and he relents.

he can’t suppress his blissful sighs when you card your hands through his hair, and the hairs on his arms rise when you scratch the sensitive spot on the back of his neck.

he’s grateful, and he tries to tell you as much while his eyes grow heavy and his sentences curl towards the end, telling you he’s falling asleep. his kiss to your thigh is little more than a weak thump, his “i love you, you know that,” fading into soft inhales and exhales.

he’s a little dazed when he wakes up, his cheeks warm when you hold it. he won’t question if you styled his hair in his sleep or slipped on any clips, he won’t even bother to remove them, basking in your visible affection as long as he could. “you okay?” he asks because of course he’s always thinking of you first.

“mhm, just want to hold you like this a bit.”

“okay,” he sags into your touch, his nose grazing your palm. “if you insist.”

in the rare instances he’s awake and you’re asleep he is always attentive. when pooling rays of sunlight make your eyelids twitch, he shifts to cover the glare. he holds your hand as you sleep, stroking the curves and indents of your knuckles and he only lets go to peel off his coat as a makeshift blanket.

he’s also not against carrying you (on his back, by the waist— whichever you voice preference to) to a better spot if necessary. he lingers for as long as possible until his duties pry him away and he kisses the spot between your brows, whispering how he will be back later.

and he always keeps his promises to you

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[kavashas]

RULES + BYI/BFY

before you follow . . .

i have inconsistent posting schedule and will probably take prolonged breaks in order to focus on school and myself <3

i take requests but i mainly go with my own flow and what i want to write, but please don’t let that from discouraging you to leave something in my inbox! i also encourage you to drop your own hcs too, i’m always happy to bounce back random thoughts i have throughout my day (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

i do not write the following content: smut, incest, explicit details of abuse & trauma and i made add more to this list in the future.

i also will likely not write for requests that are overly specific or yuu with a certain personality :<

that said, i am always writing for myself first, hence some of the mannerisms & tiny details are small reflections of myself(reader w long hair for example). i try to keep it as neutral as possible but it slips in there sometimes.

i have no character limit but i may pick ones to write about depending on strongly i feel towards an idea.

before you interact . . .

i am notoriously awful at replying sometimes so pretty please don’t take it the wrong way if it takes me a couple days to respond to an ask :((

my dms are always open if you ever want to chat !! i also made this blog in part to meet new ppl within the twst community so pretty pls don’t be afraid to say hi!

this blog is also my personal diary so you might catch me musing randomly. i will make a tag system (hopefully soon TwT) which u can freely look at & filter out what u don’t want to see.

pls don’t trauma dump in my i box without warning, i will delete it

[kavashas]

i have a couple thoughts i really want to write about but im stuck in class for the day (￢_￢)

[kavashas]

got out of class just now but lecture went in one ear and out the next. all i think about right now is making breakfast with jamil (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[kavashas]

i have a couple thoughts i really want to write about but im stuck in class for the day (￢_￢)

[kavashas]

thinking about doing skincare with riddle

every morning you have been noticing something interesting about your boyfriend. as he lazily brushes his teeth, his elbow nudging against yours, he peeks an eye open, watching as you cup running water in your palms and bring it up to your face. his gaze lingers even long after he’s dressed, watching with a curious look as you apply the rest of your skincare.

conversely, you’ve found yourself a suitable test subject.

“it’s cold,” riddle’s brows scrunched together. “and it tickles.”

“you get used to after a while,” you nod. he looks so uncharacteristically cute with your hairband pushing his bangs back and exposing his handsome face. he shivers when you brush your fingers to spot beneath his eyes, gently kneading the cream until it disappears into his warm skin.

he follows you to the bathroom, standing between your legs when you sit on the counter. his arms fall loosely around your waist, downcast gaze watching with sleepy eyes as you undo the lid to another product.

“this one is supposed to help open up your pores.” holding his chin with your fingers, you tilt his head to side and apply a lather a line down. his brows scrunches up again and you resist the urge to press kisses to that spot. “but it also give the skin a nice glow.”

“how long does it stay on for?”

“that depends,” you smile, tapping your chin as though in thought. “how long do i get to see you pretty like this?”

riddle huffs, eyes rolling as he takes the container from you but even with a layer of product, his blush was unmistakable. “do not be ridiculous," his voice is only a little shaky and he ignores your whine as he thumbs a gumdrop of moisturizer across your cheek. “the pretty one here is you.”

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ps! feeling kinda sleepy but ive been thinking abt this all day :< m.list

[kavashas]

I'm not gonna request anything weird I just want to know the rules for requesting in case I accidentally cross any boundaries like let's say parenting headcanons, 'can you write the reader as this character's personality?' so on so on

I couldn't find your rules page so I'm assuming you haven't made one yet, ( this isn't a dig at you, I just want to get to the point )

hello nonnie! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

ouu good question, i didn’t really think of that, ill probably make a quick rules post sometime today or tomorrow !!

but generally im not really picky with request, i more or less use it for inspiration & tend to write for whatever interest me 🙂‍↕️ feel free to send anything you like, no judgement here and ill clarify on my rules hopefully soon!