#yorprincess2

[toyfulbox]

🍒 Twiloid (because we love Kotys♥️)

positivity meme || accepting!

IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WE LOVE KOTYS!!!

@twiloid

i'm so, so, SO glad i followed you at first (despite my shy nature and hesitance of following others first!) it was a decision that i think (in my best opinion) was the BEST thing ever! the way you write loid in our threads with anya just makes me feel so soft, so warm and like. nostalgic i guess? if that's one way to put it ^^; but you really do an AMAZING job with writing him and i can hear his voice through your writing. so im like .. UUUUU SDFGHFD (pleading emoji) (i am too lazy to copy & paste)

ooc, you are a delight to talk to, and i hope things look up for you in the near future because you deserve nothing but happiness <3 peace and love <3

[wrxthfulguard]

(happy birthday dear! 🥂)

@yorprincess2

Thanks! - Mun Phoenix

[twiloid]

@yorprincess2

Yor vc: (she barely catches the twitch in his cheek. If she hadn't been looking in his direction, she would have definitely missed it. He must still be sore from the patient the other day.) ... um. Would you like some ice, Loid?

He froze.

Did she catch anything off about him to warrant such a concern...?

"H-huh?" He forced a smile, but it came out like an upturned grimace. A bead of sweat starting a race down the thrumming vein at his temple. "Why... do you ask?"

[twiloid]

A restrained yelp escaped her lips, quickly silenced by his lips crashing into her's. The surprise fades quickly as the headband falls from her fingertips an she wrapped her arms securely, but loosely, around his shoulders.

He has point, Yor has to concede. There has only been on time when Yuri has used the doorbell or knocked. All other times he's entered as if he lived here with them. And if talking to her brother wasn't changing anything...

"Will you be alright? Acting like this right now?" She asks againt his lips, cheeks redening and warmth pooling in her chest. "Anya should be resting but if Yuri's really loud..." She silently hopes their daughter's uncanny ability to sleep through anything will continue for the moment and for after Yuri leaves if need be.

"Well... it's a little late to backpaddle now." He planted another kiss on her lips, for the purpose of encouragement. The torrent of cries and shouting would probably earn them another complaint from their neighbors, but this might be their only chance to get his brother-in-law to become a little more considerate of their space, and the hours he plans to visit.

"He'll only have himself to blame if he thinks it's a safe bet to barge in so close to the witching hour. I'll stand up to him as the man of the house if he thinks he can get away with being cocky." The thought alone prompted a devious smirk to grow and dent his lip stained cheeks with dimples, a vicious glint lighting his eyes with a craving he'd suppressed for too long as he leaned a little back to give them a bit of breathing space. "Do I have your permission to yell at him?"

[twiloid]

There's a faint click behind her back and she lifts the tube of lipstick into view. "I can always reapply. At least until he gets here." She answered before leaning in and pressing her lips once more to flesh. The thrum of a pulse meets her lips just under his ear before moving down his neck just a bit to place another.

Between each mark she scrutinizes it and by the fourth kiss, she has to reapply the paint. But no matter how much she's enjoying this...she knows that the clock is ticking. The fun will end once Yuri gets here and she can hear him coming down the hall.

"There's his footsteps," She pulls away and rips her headband from her head, black tresses swinging to her waist. "Sorry I got carried away."

Always the resourceful one. Though he's once doubted it, he was quickly disproven to think she was less prepared than he was. And as usual, she surprised him. She was as meticulous as he was, but her personal brand had the sort of creativity that wasn't unlike anything he'd experienced before.

His eyes closed when she linked her lips to his skin, a breath exhaling with a need he silenced in himself as he bit his lip. She tickled his skin with her breath when she inspected her work and he smirked from the occasional release of the steaming buildup of amusement that caused his entire body to become attuned to his budding sensitivity.

He wanted the intimacy to continue. Head tilting upwards to increase the space for her canvas to be painted on but alas, not being able to fully give in to their shared experience. He could hear his footstepts gaining ground on them... it was making it hard to focus.

Dejection upon parting from his wife lead to the stifling of a whine he didn't permit to fully manifest as he clamped his teeth shut to cage it in. Interruption was inevitable, but his activated hunger sought to hook an arm around Yor's middle and hoist her against him, mouth crashing against mouth in a tight lipped kiss that smeared the rest of her lipstick over the natural edges of their lip lines. "The door hasn't stopped him from barging in before. We should put our acting skills to the test and give him our biggest gasps when he sees us like this."

[twiloid]

Yor's face morphs a bit, eyes becoming a bit more steel, less the wife, mother and sister most people saw her as and more the Thorn Princess that stalked the night. Ruby turning more crimson, teeth showing through her painted lips, she met his blue gaze. "Of course, dear. Do you have a preference?"

Her eyes flick towards his right ear, but if he has a better idea than his neck, she'll follow his lead.

The shift caught him in a chokehold. Fascination rumbled with the need to self preserve which had his entrails dance to the beat produced by a couple of thousand butterfly wings swathing against the inner lining of his thoracic cavity. He's always found meeting the princess exciting, but the few instances in which she became manifested for intimacy purposes turned his knees to jello.

"I have a hunch you've already picked a starting point. Do you think we have enough lipstick to cover a round?" His fingers stroked a couple of raven strands up the frame of her face before tucking them behind her ear.

[twiloid]

She's long since stopped flinching when he touches her unexpectedly, though giving the context, she really should have expected he would reach out and stop her from pulling too far away. Though the shiver as he touches her mouth is a little harder, but she managed.

"I saw Yuri up the road coming for a surprise visit," she explained softly, meeting his gaze sincerely. She's sure Anya isn't listening in, but it's better to play it safe. "And I can't deal with his shenanigans right now. So... I thought it might be a good idea to remind him why I've asked him to call before he comes over."

(future verse works wonderfully!)

He listened patiently and acknowledged her woes with a silent drop in his shoulders. "Then I ought to be careful not to smudge it," he lowered his tone just above a whisper as he leaned in, hand releasing her jaw as it pressed in a feathery touch against her submental to angle her face upwards and have their noses brush.

"It might not be enough, though... think you've got a little more you could use on me to properly send the message?" His lashes slowly lifted with his gaze eventually departing from her lips to meet her ruby eyes.

[twiloid]

kisses his cheek (well it's more like the corner on his mouth, but most of the mark is on his cheek) with the brightest shade of red she has to piss her brother off.

(help she's being a menace in my head)

He catches her jaw in an underhand grip, fingerpads pressing into the plumpness of her cheek at the uppermost reach of her mandibula. "What are you doing?" He inquired in a flat tone, but the gentility in the velvet notes was as unmissable as his delicate hold on her.

Though his gaze seems unphased, there is undisputable intensity burning in their depths which he only reserves for her. It travels down to the petals smeared with an unnatural tint of red, and without sparing a thought, his thumb obeys the temptation to brush across her skin from her cheek to rest under the edge of her painted bottom lip. "That's a transferable liptstick brand and your choice of placement was a little farther than I'd expected or hoped for. I'd like an explanation."