a cigarette pressed between her lips (pt.1)
ft. vertin, sonetto, recoleta, marcus, isolde, kakania, windsong, vila
length : VERY short, about 100 words each part
prompt : kissing reverse 1999 girls / women while they're busy / distracted! (inspired by @/xilurs on tiktok!)
tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, use of pet names, potential ooc, grammar errors
a/n : hello everynyan first time posting one of my works here... waow... this is from the tiktok slideshow but i've made a bit of changes since i'm not limited to the length of the original slide 😛hope yall enjoy!
Vertin - "The Timekeeper."
With careful precision, you gently grab the collar of Vertin's clothing and pull her closer, your lips pressing against hers. You can feel the other girl's body lock up, gasping into your mouth before she eventually finds herself melting.
When you both part, Vertin's brilliant mind short-circuits when she realizes what had just happened. She touches her own lips with a sound of awe, still parted from your intimate gesture.
Her face begins to warm up and she's quick to hide it, tilting her hat down timidly. Her eyes dart around before she takes interest in the floor, her monotone voice having the faintest bit of a tremble.
"At least warn me next time..."
Sonetto - "An Outstanding Graduate."
Sonetto, long lost within her thoughts, barely processes the moment when you careful fingers began carding through her hair gently. She lets out a soft noise of surprise when your lips slot with hers, but she closes her eyes and warms up to you.
Her hands squeezes your hip a bit too tightly, a sigh of disappointment leaving the other girl's lips when you pull back too soon. She fumbles with the glasfeder held in her other palm, twirling it within her fingers.
She hesitates, the word just on the tip of her tongue when she figures out what to say. With an ounce of courage, she finally brings herself to speak. "Can we do that again, please?"
Recoleta - "Gaucho Rider."
Recoleta leans back against the cluttered couch whilst scribbling something in her notebook with a grunt of frustration. You gaze at her, eyeing the way the poet's lips purse tightly in focus. You carefully move closer, grazing the corner of her mouth with your lips.
You revel in the way she ceases her writing immediately, and without giving you a chance to admire her dumbfounded expression, Recoleta boldly kisses you properly with her lips pressing flush with yours.
When the both of you pull away, you're met with the sight of her grinning with a light in her eyes. "Sorry for not paying more attention to you, mi cariño."
Marcus - "Angelotti."
Marcus' finger trails across a page, her eyes darting from each individual word. She snaps the book shut, taking a glance toward the bookshelf in front of her. She had went through most of the literary works shown to her, but she hadn't found with satisfactory to her tastes.
Marcus closes her eyes in thought. Amidst her spiraling mind, she feels you planting a chaste kiss to her lips, the unexpected gesture drawing out a sound similar to a squeak from the reader. Her eyes open again when you pull away, watching Marcus pull her scarf over her mouth.
Her face is warm, and when she speaks, words tumble out in a shy, muffled mess. "Your lips are... soft..."
Isolde von Dittarsdorf - "Vienna's Star."
Isolde's body seizes the moment your hands frame her cold face, a pleasant noise of surprise exiting her throat when you bring her closer and kiss her slowly. Her eyes initially widen before they eventually flutter close, finding relax in your gesture.
Her lips tremble against ours ever in the slightest, hands scrambling for your waist and keeping you held close. Isolde reciprocates, her grip on you tight as if your body was her only anchor in a sea-tossed storm.
When you pull back, she emits a quiet huff of dissatisfaction. Isolde's clutch on you loosens, chest heaving with each breath she takes as a warm flush colors her pale futures. "I've been waiting so long for you to do that."
Kakania - "Klara Vingler."
You grab a fistful of Kakania's clothing, making the other woman pause from whatever psychological point she was making and cut her off mid-sentence. She gasps as you drag her down, body pressing flush with yours when she collapses. Her figure pins you down on the couch, her weight crushing.
Your kiss leaves her sharp mind blank for once, the therapist at lost for words. She melts, eyes closing with a fond sigh. The moment you both part away, Kakania catches her breath whilst adjust her glasses that were perching precariously on the tip of her nose. There's a soft pink color on her cheeks, suiting her flustered expression.
"I believe," she begins quietly, voice breathy. "we take this somewhere more comfortable, yes?"
Windsong - "Ekaterina."
Windsong trips and falls back against the bed when you push her down lightly, straddling her hips and leaning down. You kiss her awake, the other woman responding with flustered, lazy intensity. Her hands skim across your back, holding you against body and keeping you right where you are.
A gasp from the researcher rang through your ears when you nip at her bottom lip, eliciting a quiet whimper from her throat. She makes an attempt to retaliate, only to melt further when your kisses grew more deeper, more passionate.
When you pull away for air, Windsong tugs at your clothing with a needy look in her eyes. "Wait... don't leave me yet."
Vila - "Daughter of the Wine-Dark Sea."
Vila nearly drops the handful of art supplies she's holding when your arms warp around her midriff, your lips finding the rusalka's neck and cheek. She giggles softly, setting the tools aside before turning in your embrace, closing the distance between the both of you.
Vila's gloved fingers slide from your chest towards your shoulders when she kisses you slowly, her fang just barely touching your lower lip. Her tongue flicks against your mouth, your lips parting on instinct. Before she lets the situation grow more heated, she pulls away and gives you a fond smile.
"Allow me to remind you that we are not at home." She speaks whilst her thumb traces the skin beneath your lip, voice lowering to a promising whisper. "Let's continue this later, alright?"
a/n : reached the image limit huhu... dw, pt 2 is coming asap 👅











