If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe please write about force kissing with Ithaqua, Andrew and maybe Antonio? Your headcanons are just delicious and you seem to have a really good grasp of the characters. Keep up the good work!
Finally answering my asks... I PROMISE I DIDN'T FORGET YOU GUYS I'M JUST SO SLOW!!! More forced kissing! Ask and you shall receive <3 and a reminder I did say I was changing how i would write these to make it easier on myself :) CW: forced kissing, forced touching, stalking, alcohol, predator/prey
Andrew has always been a yearner, fantasizing himself with you and watching before ever actually approaching.
His fear of losing you outweighs his fear of rejection in time. When Andrew confesses to you, you try to let him down easy. He finds himself unable to accept it, begging you almost pathetically on his knees, gripping at your waist… his grip is rather strong.
Stronger than you thought.
Clouded by emotion and desperation Andrew overpowers you, looming, grip too tight, body too close and breathing ragged.
His heartbeat thrums through his whole body as he presses his mouth against yours, slotting his lips against your own. It's wet and forceful and unpracticed… and he shivers, squeezing his eyes shut.
You feel so soft and wonderful and warm- Andrew doesn't ever want to let go or pull away but you start to struggle, your face getting wet with tears. He feels his head get light and hes forced to pull back, panting for breath…
Ithaqua is not one for romance, losing pieces of his humanity over time and becoming more of a beast than a man.
It's taken its toll, he acts more on instinct, so when his heart quickens upon seeing something small, helpless, vulnerable he feels the need to hunt.
You're like a small bird, something he easily catches and pins to the ground, trying to squirm your way out to flee.
He has no desire to kill you though, no. He sniffs up your neck, licking at your skin. He surprises himself when he pushes your lips together, another instinctual act, it's a messy, weak attempt at a kiss, all teeth and soon tongue, no finesse, but a kiss none the less.
He pauses when you cry and turn your face away, panting and studying you for a moment, it's a brief respite before he captures your lips with his own once more, gripping your jaw now so you won't turn away again. Ever the astute hunter, he doesn't want his prey to escape so quickly…
Antonio longs for the romance he once had, easily finding some small feature you had shared and projecting that love onto, letting it turn into obsession.
He corners you while drunk, all lingering touches and playing with the ends of your hair- it’s a mockery of intimacy.
Hair slithering across flesh, chilling breath against your mouth before he kisses you, almost hesitant for the briefest moment.
It’s all forced passion and teeth, Antonio’s lost his tenderness, you can taste the wine on his tongue as he forces it past your lips to deepen the kiss.
Long fingers tangle into your hair, tightening when you squirm and whine. He groans, a perverse and eerie sound that reverberates against your lips before withdrawing and retreating, as if he were never there only leaving a lingering chill.