Yes I'm back with the random headcanons (33 characters. That's a lot I didn't even notice)
Name Day is the type who'll force you to match with him in every game or customise his avatar to look like you in single-player games.
Moldir is the type of person who constantly takes care of you without expecting anything in return and gets very flushed when you try to handle things for her.
Medicine Pocket is the type to leave some treats around when you're in a bad mood. They're obviously doing it because it's annoying to see you frowning and not because they actually care.
Lorentz Butterfly is the type to whisper extremely inappropriate things in your ear at the worst time possible to see how you'll react.
Cheng Heguang is the type to carry you when you're tired, and he will insist even if you refuse multiple times. He'll gladly switch shoes or pieces of your outfit if you start to feel uncomfortable with what you're wearing.
Brume is the type to bring you tons of gifts and souvenirs from her travels because they reminded her of you.
Tooth Fairy is the type to make sure you always look impeccable before allowing you to step foot outside.
Paper Heron is the type to buy a bunch of desserts and sweets and ask you to rate them all with her (get ready, they're 98% pure sugar).
Aleph is the type who never gets tired of listening to you talk, even when he barely understands what you say. Bonus: he would read fanfics with you.
Nautika is the type to let you take naps on her. She will try her best not to move around and make noise. If you wake up because of her, she'll definitely feel bad.
Anjo Nala is the type who never leaves your side and over time becomes your shadow. She follows you around out of curiosity or to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
Enigma is the type who gives you his coat when he feels like it might be a bit too cold for what you're wearing. Try to complain and he'll completely ignore you.
Windsong is the type to reserve a front seat for you during her lectures. Seeing you there makes her extremely happy.
Sentinel is the type to enjoy long walks with you in places with beautiful scenery.
Semmelweis is the type who'd secretly do whatever catches your attention and give it as a surprise when you least expect it.
Hissabeth is the type to buy those flavored lip glosses and make you guess the flavor of each of them.
Tennant is the type to shamelessly slap your ass when you walk by and won't try to hide her amused face.
Horropedia is the type to wear those "I ♡ my partner" t-shirts in public and wear those with unhinged matching texts.
Dikke is the type to always open the door for you.
Isolde is the type who wears one of those necklaces with a picture or portrait of you.
X is type to hide your clothes so that you are left with no options but to wear his.
Reed is the type to give you one of her leaves to use as a bookmark and reminder of herself.
Willow is the type to decorate a whole room for you after your visits became more frequent. Now you have a place to go when she doesn't feel like seeing people.
Charon is the type who carefully preserves all the letters you send him as if they were written on the finest paper.
Beryl is the type who waits for you at the doorstep to greet you with a kiss.
Zima is the type who unknowingly holds your hand when you walk side by side. He will immediately let go and apologise if you point it out.
Centurion is the type who always stands up for you no matter the situation.
Corvus is the type who peels and cuts fruit and gives it to you during the day for no specific reason.
Kakania is the type to constantly brag about you to the point that everyone who knows her knows you, too.
Ulrich is the type to panic even for a sneeze and walk let you lift a finger if you end up getting sick.
Recoleta is the type who creates characters inspired by you in all her stories.
Getian is the type who won't eat anything you make unless you personally feed him.
Marsha is the type to play with your hair at night until you fall asleep.
ft. sentinel, marsha, brume, paper heron, vila, windsong, tooth fairy, moldir
length (per part) : short, almost 100 words each
prompt : reverse 1999 women, but they're desperate for you.
tags : implied fem!reader, slightly suggestive, pet names, kissing, making out, potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread.
sotd : human nature - madonna
art credits : bluepoch
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ SENTINEL
Sentinel's breathing is louder than usual, her jaw clenched tight as she crosses the room with short, quick strides.
"Mon cher..." She rasps, tossing her rifle aside before she grabs at your shoulders. Sentinel pins you back against the wall, mashing your lips together with a muffled groan. Her hand comes up behind your head, her tongue delving into your mouth.
Sentinel pulls back with a harsh grunt, her chest heaving with each intake of breath. Her eyes are wild while she fixes them onto your face, loosening her grip on your hair as she presses your forehead against yours.
"I've been thinking of you all day." She whispers, letting out a surrendering breath. She retreats for an inch, slowly dropping down to her knees. Her eyes flutter for a moment while she lets your fingers card through her locks of hair, gazing up at you while you do so.
"Allow me please you tonight." Sentinel insists.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MARSHA
You're looking over the map sprawled across the spacious table, rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. You hardly register the sound of the tent flap rustling when Marsha's footsteps sound behind you, the action of her bulky arms wrapping around your waist suddenly snapping you awake.
Marsha grins and rests her chin on your shoulder. "Sorry for scaring you." She begins, voice light at first. "...Can I have you?" She requests, her voice lowering with intent.
At your approval, she boldly shifts her forearms and runs her palms along the sides of your waist. Her head lifts to bring attention to your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses. Her hand trails beneath your shirt, fingers spreading out as a shiver travels through your spine at the contact.
Marsha steps forward, your hip pressing against the edge of the table. The sudden imbalance causes you to lean forward, prompting your hands to plant firmly on the rough surface. Marsha ceases for a moment, her chest pressing against your back.
"Hold still for me, alright?" She demands, slipping one hand out of your clothing to cover one of yours on the table whilst the other remains on your stomach, gradually traveling lower.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BRUME
Brume swings the door to the rear end of the car, watching you step inside with a silent swallow. With every ounce of courage she has left in her, she dives in with you and slams the door behind her. You shift to lay on your back against the seats while Brume crawls on top of you, panting softly.
"I apologize!" Brume stutters. "This is rather inappropriate, I should-" She blurts, but her words cut short as you interrupt her with your lips. Brume emits a soft whimper, pressing you further against the seats with her hands framing your face.
Her kisses become sloppy, her fingers twitching with the restraint of holding you too hard. She briefly pulls back from each kiss for a breath just to dive back in, your teeth just narrowly clashing with hers.
A frustrated groan leaves Brume's throat, forcing herself to snap her head back from the heated kisses to straighten herself. She impatiently tosses her jacket aside, moving to straddle one of your legs.
"You've been teasing me all day..." Brume’s cheeks are fainly flushed from the boldness of her own actions, yet she has no intention of backing out. She leans her head down once more, pressing a trail of kisses down to your chest while her thighs tighten around your leg.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀PAPER HERON
The sun hadn't risen, yet Paper Heron's sigh sounds from beside you before she unexpectedly rolls on top of you wih languid grace. You blink up at her while she presses tender kisses to your face.
"Couldn't sit still." Heron admits once she pulls herself away, instead pressing her face into your neck with a hoarse grumble. "I've been up for hours." She bites at your skin gently, a pleased hum leaving her throat as your hands grasping at her shoulders. Heron rolls her hips, groaning quietly while she presses her body flush with yours.
She releases her teeth from your neck to glance at the hickey she made on your neck, a slack-jawed look written all over her face rather than her usual smug grin.
The expression on her face looked almost foreign. Yet, without having the time to register Heron's face, you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach.
Heron pins you down on the mattress with her body weight, kissing your neck before straightening up. "Let's get this over with, eh?" She rasps, her hands traveling toward your hips to lift them up.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀VILA
Vila returns home, yet instead of a warm greeting like you've expected, she seizes one of your wrists and drags you toward the bedroom.
Upon entry, Vila takes no time into initiating a kiss. She slams the door with her foot, holding still for just another moment before deciding to pull away. Vila's pupils are blown wide as she gazes at you with an apologetic stare. "I apologize, I'm aware it's late, but..." She begins, but for once, she finds herself at loss for words.
Instead, Vila guides you backward until the back of your knees come into contact with the edge of the bed. You fall back onto the mattress, with Vila crawling on top of you. She kisses you again, softer. She takes her time, flicking her tongue against your lips timidly.
You part your lips, allowing for her tongue to delve within the wet cavern of your mouth. Her hand comes up to frame your jaw, moaning into the kiss the more she tastes you.
Vila retreats for a breather, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. While you take the time to catch your own breath, Vila’s lips find your collarbone, making her way downward. You blink and gaze down at Vila, her head now hovering over your stomach. She meets your gaze, smiling wryly before traveling further down.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀WINDSONG
The door to your room abruptly bursts open, with Windsong holding onto the handle for dear life. Her breathing is labored due to her sprinting through Laplace's corridors, chest heaving from the effort. She slowly shuts the door and makes her way over toward you, lifting her head and meeting your eyes.
She grasps your neck and reels you in, kissing you hard. The sudden action catches you off guard, yet you reciprocate her kiss with equal intensity. Windsong pulls away quick as oxygen became a problem, taking slow breaths while lowering her head to rest it against your shoulder.
"I didn't mean to be so sudden." Windsong murmurs, arms looping around you while she keeps her hold tight.
She eventually lifts her head again, but without allowing her to speak, your lips were already slotting with hers. Startled, she makes a sound that becomes swallowed up anyway.
You step forward until Windsong's back meets the wall, pulling back from the kiss to breathe again. You lean your head down to kiss her neck, Windsong's grip tightening on your back just enough to bruise. Her head falls back against the wall, letting out a submitting whimper.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀TOOTH FAIRY
Tooth Fairy parks her car at the side of the road, shutting off the engine. She cranes her head to glance at you, adjusting her braces while she speaks.
"Come here." She commands, and you immediately unbuckle your seat belt. You lift yourself from the passenger seat, now moving to straddle Tooth Fairy's lap. Her gloved palms find your waist, reeling you closer as a means to press your bodies flush with eachother.
"I couldn't wait until we drove back home." Tooth Fairy whispers. She starts with a soft peck to your jaw, then your cheeks.
"I've wanted you all day." She utters and shifts her position, faltering as your hips ground down against hers. "Ah!" The sound slips from Tooth Fairy's lips, a steadying exhale sounding from her afterward.
"I won't last if you tease me like this." She hisses, mashing her lips against yours.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MOLDIR
Moldir climbs onto the couch and settles on top of you, her head resting on your chest. She glances up at you while her arms loop around your back, embracing you tightly.
"Long day." Moldir did not need to say more. She props herself up with her hands planting on the cushion, your fingers working with the buttons of her uniform. Moldir watches you do so with rapt attention, her mouth agape from the underlying tenderness at the simple action.
She blinks, clearing her throat as you finish with the buttons. She removes her jacket, but was quickly dragged into a kiss initiated by you after the discards the garment.
She melts in an instant. Moldir's eyes flutter shut, a low hum leaving her throat while your fingers tangle in her hair. She tenses when your legs wrap around her waist tightly, prompting her to pull back from the kiss.
Moldir slides her hand up to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. She lowers her head, her teeth grazing your neck carefully. Moldir hums, tilting her head while peppering your skin.
Amidst it all, she whispers, "...May I please you?"
a/n : im so freaked out and exams are literally a day away. heh take this before i dissapear again... p.s. do we fw the new layout 🥺🥺
If you okay to receive more yandere r1999 drabble request, l would - I love Laplace guys and girls, so l requset More passionate than hope far deeper than despair (darling loves them no matter what/just the way they are) for Lucy, Regulus, 37, Windsong, X, Enigma, Medicine Pocket
𝆹𝅥 darling loves them no matter what/just the way they are
Lucy
For Lucy your love is what has to be and what has to happen, to be with her darling is the right path and she normally doesn't really think about if her darling may like her or not because that is something that it is suppoused to happen, she just doesn't doubt it and yet Lucy finds herself basking on the acceptance of her darling, even if she never doubt it once she has it it becomes something precious. Since in her mind this is just the normal of how things must be, when her darling finally starts accepting her it is something not directly acknowledged but is something that brings you two together, that you don't push her away and even are willing to walk at her side makes her feel encouraged to love you and express that same love even more
Regulus
Dealing with her can be quite dificult, after all she will not accept a 'no' from her darling and that will just lead her to be really demanding and clingy, she will have her darling's love even if it is by forcing it out with the pass of time. Regulus is deeply in love with her darling, she needs them in her life and there is no way she will not have her darling so at the end her darling falling in love with her is is expected, something that it must happen, the moment she realice you have finally not only accepted her but grew to love her she will just say that it was what had to happen so she will not make a big deal out of it, however relief she feels in her hearts and the way a great pressure has been lift from her shoulder is still there
37
By the moment she has fallen in love with her darling it was like if everything simply made sense, she never doubted her love nor the intensity of that same love, it just made sense that it was the way it had to be, that is why the idea of her darling not liking her back never really crossed her mind, after all that is not how things must be, so, at the end, her darling growing to love her just the way 37 loves them it ended up being more for benefits and even the sake of her darling rather than herself, after all only by this way you would began to underestand her own way to see this relasionship, to make sense of her ranting about how this is how things must be because you two are meant to be together, you two just fit with each other and there is no way around
Windsong
Dealing with her own obsesive love has been incredibly difficult for her, after all she loves so much her darling that it even hurts, it makes her doubt herself and bring out all her insecurities and fears, if she has never managed to be respected and accepted as scientist how she even dare to think that she will be able to win her darling's affections? But, at the end, somehow, her darling has grown to love her too, she doesn't understand it and even at first was too scared to believe it, it sounded too good to be true, and even when she began to believe it her heart was too hurt to let herself enjoy being loved too, so for the longest time she was too scared to mess things up, she will need a long time to pass from believing that she is not enough to fully accept that her love is reciprocated but in that process her feelings will grow and be twisted in a more dependant and need way, she needs too much reasurance to heal her broken heart
X
Falling in love the way he has fallen for his darling is quite interesting, he is well aware of the the unhealthy extent of his feelings but he couldn't care less, he will just follow his feelings and see how far he can go with his darling, how more he can grow to love you and to what extreme he can push you. At first it was nothing but curiosity but as his feelings grew to the wish of having his darling liking him back has grown too, he didn't expected to be this way not did he knew if he wanted to feel this way, it makes him feel conflicted and even hesitant, but realicing that his darling has grown to love him back despite the fact that until now he haven't taken his feelings too serious, despite that until now for him this was nothing but a game it is quite shocking, it makes him happy in a way he has never expected and even makes him stop, he doesn't know what to think or even if he deserves it, but since you are so willing to love him then it wouldn't be much of a problem if he allows himself to truly love you too now
Enigma
He is well aware that he is only a human researcher at laplace, nothing more nothing less, that is why he has been worrying a lot over his darling's opinion on him for the longest time, after all his obsesive love has already grew and goes farder deep than he would like, its not like he can't stop feeling the need of your presence and love, and he even has been trying to win his darling's affections in a rather awkward way even when deep down he is pretty sure he probably will not be able to do as much as catch the eye of someone like his darling. That is why the moment he noticed you have grown to love him despite everything Enigma was in shock, he would never guess that his darling would ever love him too, and yet, now that it is truly happening it, it is making him feel even more at edge because he should not mess up the things between you two now
Medicine Pocket
They don't need their darling's recognition nor acceptance, even if they are in love with their darling they will not stop being who they are for their darling, you are stuck with them as much as they are stuck with you, and yet the more time it passes the more Medicine Pocket grows to adapt to you, to include you in his life in a more gentle and caring way, trying over and over again until both's lifes fit perfectly fine in each other's, so winning your acceptance it makes them somewhat happy, no matter how much they insisted that is something they don't need having their darling actually loving them, despite how rude they may be at times and how dificult they can be to deal with (something that he is more than aware of) the fact that still you accept them and goes as far to even love them it makes them stop and actually think on you for once, it makes them think carefuly before growing to love you even more, in a kinder way
she first meets you while exploring more concepts on leylines, you two met waaay before she was considered an 'expert' that's for sure. but what made you interesting? what got her hooked?
...believe it or not, but it's the fact that you recognized her, and her work, and highly values your opinion whether or not you actually had any background knowledge on what she was doing.
bless her soul, she just loves praise
and what got her to stick to your side was really the fact that people all around you were telling you not to spend your energy on windsong because she was too... detached from anything else other than her work itself.
but you disregarded those rumors, and you stayed. that's what made her care in return.
oh my god are her cheeks really on fire for this beautiful woman who stayed despite the odds?!!??!?
yeah
she doesn't even realize she's started to research less and less on her actual work and now kind of is remembering your favorite dishes to eat, and desserts to make.
not to mention how random it is when you come over to help her with her studies, there's just like three cats, two dogs, a horse outside, and 2 sugar gliders.
the only odd thing there are the sugar gliders because its already insane you have one.
but honestly, by seeing how much her surroundings just as easily start to revolve around you, her feelings start to ache in her head because you're the only thing she gets to think about... you are her new purpose.
you were one to give her courage to not just survive this cold, merciless world, but to live beyond her studies.
tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, (slightly suggestive on isolde's part?) potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread
sotd : limit by cece natalie
a/n : hello everynyan i finally posted something 🥹🥹 part two is already coming heh
Kakania - "Klara Vingler."
Kakania's breath stutters when your weight settles against her lap. The hold on her quill begin to loosen as her fingers pause briefly. With a calculated shift of her hips, she returns to her work.
The faint sound of ink scratching unpleasantly against paper is the only sound present within the room, save for the slight change of Kakania's measured breaths warm against your ear as she carefully leans in slightly. Her chest presses up against your back, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder. Kakania's eyes remain downcast, her focus weakening with each passing second.
When she gives in, she'll press her lips against your neck, trailing up to your cheek. Kakania's hand travels from quill to your chin, tilting your head toward her direction just to feel your lips slotting against hers once more.
Isolde Von DIttarsdorf - "Vienna's Star."
Isolde remains collected when she finds you settling in comfortably atop her thighs. It was as if she was expecting this, a gentle yet unreadable smile playing across her lips. Her pale fingers run along the skin of your legs deliberately, her expression unchanging.
Beneath her impeccable exterior, Isolde's eyes relax once her hand finds its place on your hip. Her grip is almost possessive, the tightening of her hold hinting at her true intentions. She watches you with rapt attention, inching closer until her mouth is level with your ear.
"What is on your mind, dear?" She whispers. Isolde sounds eerily pleasant, a hidden undertone evident within the way she speaks. You can't put a finger on it, and within your train of thoughts, Isolde's palms are already wandering.
Ekaterina - "Windsong."
Windsong nearly jumps in her seat when you occupy her lap. It didn't take long until heat rose to her face, her gloved hands hovering just above where your hips are. With a steadying breath, she deliberately leans in close with her chest now pressing against your backside. Windsong's eyes dart between the papers scattered across her desk, yet she doesn't even read a single word.
Her chin brushes against your shoulder, prompting you to turn your head toward the woman behind you. Windsong snaps her gaze toward the floor, hiding her flushed expression poorly. Her legs quiver beneath you, her breathing growing uneven.
The moment your hand snaps up to force Windsong's head toward you is when she eventually gives in, giving you the attention you desire.
Vila - "Daughter of the Wine-Dark Sea."
Vila's smile unwavers as you clumsily settle atop her lap. She quickly adjusts, shifting in the slightest just to bring you comfort from where you’re sitting. Her gaze falls upon your face first, her eyes curiously searching your own.
Vila embraces your waist and pulls you tighter, her lips suddenly finding your neck. She peppers your skin with feather-light pecks that level as quickly as they came. The occasional brush of her fang as she kisses you sends a pleasant shiver within your spine. Vila feels you shudder within her hold, but would rather not comment on it.
She moves her way up until she's level with you. Vila is close enough that her breath just barely mingles with yours. Without giving it much thought, she quickly captures your lips with her mouth and slides her palms across the expanse your back.
Adèle Tavernier - "Brume."
Brume nearly jolts from her seat when you pull the door of the driver's side. She hardly gets a chance at retorting when you find you place on her lap, seating yourself comfortably.
Brume's hand subconsciously reaches for your hip as a means to ground herself whilst the other picks up a macaron. "No destination yet, I presume?" She begins before she lets herself bite into the French delight, chewing as quietly as she possibly can.
Your weight on her legs makes her feel more anxious than usual. Brume is rigid, as if one wrong move will get herself into another squabble. Her palm hesitantly snakes around your waist with a deliberateness that unexpectedly sends a shiver traveling down your spine. Brume sucks in a breath before slowly planting a kiss to your neck.
i'm still unemployed. hi. also my brother wouldn't stop playing multiple variants of the bakushin umamusume song while i was writing these.
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 👅
Vertin fears that her darling would get caught by the storm. As the Timekeeper is her work to face the storm, she has the ability to be there and survive despite the danger of the storm but it is also because of that same reason that Vertin has experienced the horror that is the storm, all that is lost in it and she has already lost a lot of people because of it so even if it is her job she can't help but fear that the storm will take you away the next time it happens
Scheider
Scheider fears that her darling go somewhere is unreachable for her. She has been doing her best to keep up a facade, carefully doing her work while keeping her worries and anxiety deep down, putting a brave facade even for her darling but most of the things are out of her control, she is just a pawn for someone else so she never forgot about the posibility of losing her darling, the thought of her darling disapearing, of being taken somewhere she will never be able to see nor reach them ever again terrifies her to her core
Jessica
Jessica fears that her darling will get tired of her and leave. She has been abandoned and left alone, for the longest time what Jessica has been craving more than anything is company, someone to be there for her in her overwhelming monotony and after finding her darling she has been incredibly ecstatic! Every day felt like an new adventure and a bless and yet she is terrified of the day things aren't as exciting as the start for you, she will do everything in her power just so you never left her all alone again
Windsong
Windsong fears that she may just be a disapointment for her darling. She has already failed more times that she likes to remember, her passion did bring her nothing but troubles for the longest time and that have left her with doubts and insecurities, have left her wounded and scared so when she found someone to love with the intensity she loves her darling she can't help but think that she will end up being nothing but a trouble for her darling too, Windsong is so scared of not only messing up but bringing troubles to her darling to the point of making you be disapointed of her, and even if she wouldn't blame you for it it will still hurt her deeply
Vila
Vila fears that her darling may don't feel the same. She loves her darling as much as she loves Rayashki itself, there is no way she would ever be able to choose between both because both mean the world for her, thats why in her mind there isn't space for the idea of her darling don't liking Rayashki nor her, even if her darling shows clear signs of the contrary the panic will make her deny it completely with the excuse of you needed just some time to warm up! She will not accept it otherwise, she is terrified of that posibility but because of that same fear is that Vila will make sure it never becomes a reality
Isolde
Isolde fears that her darling will turn their back to her. Despite her beauty and talent that simply would not erease the fact that she is sick, neurotic, her beautiful voice has never stopped others from having mixed feelings about her, from pushing her to even the point to go for a electroshock therapy just so she could be cured, just so her family won't go throught another misfortune, people has insulted her, turn their back to her but she can endure all of that as long as you are at her side, as long as she have you Isolde knows she can keep going and if you ever turn your back to her too she will be completely broken and lost
