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ticci toby how he kisses you

Toby kisses you like the world’s ending in five minutes and you’re the last thing keeping him grounded. It’s not even that he’s trying to be hot about it—he’s just starving for you. Every time. Like he’s making up for years of missed affection in one breathless sitting.

He’ll grab your face like it’s the most important thing he’s ever touched. A little too fast. A little too tight. But the way his thumbs brush your jaw? Pure instinct. He needs you close—can’t stand even a second of space.

“J-Just—stay here,” he mumbles, lips brushing yours mid-sentence. “Don’t move yet. I’m n-not—done.”

He never is.

The kisses come in quick bursts, like he’s not sure how long he has before something takes you away. He’s got this frantic little laugh between each one, almost unhinged, like kissing you is the only time his brain shuts up. And if you try teasing him about it?

“You’re literally obsessed with me.”

You throw it out there half-teasing, half-smirking, expecting a flustered protest or maybe a sarcastic comeback. He pauses for like half a second, just long enough to be suspicious, then tilts his head and mumbles,

“...Yeah? S-so?” Like it's not even up for debate. Like it’s obvious.

That’s all the warning you get before he’s on you—hands in your hair, sliding under your shirt, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. He doesn’t kiss like he’s in love. He kisses like he’s desperate.

Eventually, he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes still blown wide, lips a little swollen.

“S-say it again.” “What?” “That I’m obsessed.” “…You are.” His lips are back on yours.

Chaotic, clingy, kiss-drunk mess. But he’s your mess.

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Gimme Nikto who just lets you do whatever. grab his big head like a stress ball and shake him around a lil. Patient like a big burly dog getting prodded by a kitten.

Grab his mean burly shoulders and squeeze his arms. Scratch them, hug them, draw little shapes on them with your fingertips. He melts. Blinks contently as if he had let all thoughts go.

"grabby little one". He'll grunt, bristling under the drag of your nails across his Adams apple. Your smile is sweet- so sweet he can taste it. Like jam and sugar and honey.

He nudges a few thick fingers beneath your chin, tickling softly at your neck- enough to make you squeal joyfully, but not enough to make you squirm.

"hey, you like it". You'll chide softly, and he doesn't disagree or argue. Simply guides and nudges your hand to slip into the loop of his belt to hold as he squeezes you into his big arms, nestling you against his sturdy hard chest and gathering you close. So close you can hear his heart thumping against your ear.

"we do".

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Grabbing nikto's face and just squeezing it between your hands, puckering his lips and wrinkling his nose, before pressing obnoxiously loud kisses all sticky with lipgloss against his mouth. Yeah. He takes it like a champ. He needs a good roughing up. Scratch at his undercut, scratch at the light stubble on his face. He'll melt into your nails like butter. Keening for more. More. Grumbling like a happy rottie.

The thing is he never quite matches your energy. Not that he's not affectionate- he'd happily lick and bite at any soft skin available, but there's a delicateness to his touch. Pinching your face carefully between his fingers and thumb before lightly nudging the tip of his nose against yours- eyes ablaze with adoration. Before he naturally tips his face down a little for you to bite at his lip. Closes his eyes like a little content cat, blinking slowly. Ah. That's it. Very good. His little one.

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your friends thinking your boyfriend, König, is actually your pet. you haven’t introduced him to them yet, just offhand comments about, “Oh— it’s getting a little late, I should go home. König probably misses me.”, or, “Oh, König would love this! [pet bowl for his cat]”. they hear you talk about how you have to be back home early, “He gets stressed out if I’m gone too long.”. maybe he’s a big dog breed? a poor thing with separation anxiety. “König fell asleep on my lap last night and I couldn’t get up for, like, two hours.”, your friends nodding along, they know the rules - you don’t get up if your pet falls asleep on you. “He got into my snacks last night. I couldn’t really be mad, his eyes got all wet and sad.”, awe, your pet has killer puppy dog eyes. with a little training your pet shouldn’t get into your food

color them shocked when they ask to see a photo and it’s a behemoth of a man, “Isn’t he cute? We’re going on a walk later.”

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I know u all liked the TAB Moon art i did... so have a TAB Sun version as well (: ur welcome :3 SKGJHSKJH hes quite the cuddler... you are nude cuz.......... u were doing laundry..... yes............ (:

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remember how young and scared we were?

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Saw this and I knew what had to be done.

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Some cuddle session full of yap:]

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"what." moon's voice is a low drone somewhere beneath you, vaguely amused. "are you doing?"

"nothing," you respond, a hint of a laugh in your voice as you press your cheek harder against him. you'd just gotten out of the shower, and the coolness of his smile is a stark relief against the warmth of your face.

"this is not nothing," comes his flat reply, and you feel the way his face tilts slightly. your head moves with the motion. slim, metal fingers come up to grab at your hips, pressing into the softness of your flesh. you can feel the way they flex slightly against you and have to suppress a snicker.

"i don't know what you're talking about," you say, arms wrapping tighter around his slim shoulders. you are precariously perched atop him, knees keeping you upright from where they are positioned on either side of his thighs. your chests are nearly pressed together, a breath of space between them.

he huffs. "your hair. is in my mouth."

"no it's not." you huff back and only press your face even harder against his static smile. "you can't even open your mouth."

"says who."

"says me." your voice is slightly muffled, yet his rings clear even with you splayed over him. echoing slightly in the moonlit space of your living room.

"will bite you one day," he retorts, and you can feel the way he sinks back into the armrest of the couch you're both on. it makes your own body lean deeper into his own, causes you to eventually sit atop his slim abdomen.

"will bite you one day," you mimic his voice, then decide his smile is not cool enough anymore to bring you relief. you pick your head up slightly and move upwards before resting your cheek back down on his faceplate. better.

"ow," moon immediately says without emotion. you bite at the inside of your lip to hold in a laugh. "my eye. ow."

"oh stop being such a baby," you say, squinting your eyes down at him—or what you can see of his face, anyways, with how close you are to him. "you can't feel pain in your eye."

"ow," he only repeats. "can't see. big head."

"you're the one with a big head."

moon makes an indignant sound. "unbelievable. first you obstruct my mouth. then my eye. now you say i have a big head? unforgivable."

"you'll survive," you giggle out, and moon only grumbles incoherently in a manner that you know is lighthearted. he gives your hips another gentle squeeze.

a silence—comfortable, relaxed—elapses between the two of you. it's fitting, with the late hour. you are growing ever more tired with each minute that ticks by, soothed by the quiet whirring you can hear coming from moon's internal fans. the way his face presses reassuringly back into your own. the warmth of his palms. a content sigh escapes your lips.

"do you think," you eventually murmur sleepily, dancing between consciousness and unconsciousness, "if i press you close enough, i could absorb you into my body?"

moon snorts and you smile with the absurdity of saying that question out loud. and yet, he indulges you.

"not doing it right," he tells you in a quiet voice, no louder than the ticking of the clock you can hear in the distance. you make a questioning sound. "here. like this."

and before you know what's happening, you feel your entire world flip.

your back comes into contact with the cushions of the couch, your eyes snapping open from where they'd been half-lidded. you are pressed into something soft yet firm, held tightly within sturdy arms that wrap firmly around your back. your legs automatically hook around his waist, ankles crossing.

you grin up at moon, the way he has pressed his face against yours—except, it's a little strange, with your nose poking up between the two of you. there's barely any contact between your faces apart from the tip of your nose and your forehead that he tilts his faceplate forward to meet with his own. it's silly, but you do not find yourself minding. ruby light washes over your cheeks from his optics, warm and all-encompassing.

like this, moon's lithe body covers your own completely, your arms dangling over his shoulders as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "see? now i can absorb you."

"yeah," you breathe softly into the minute space between your face and his, a grin mirrored back at you. you give him a gentle squeeze back. "just like this."

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REPOST OOPSIE I forgot to add

Sorry the demons were calling to me.

Also yes..Sebastian in a bun..I can't resist that man..

I have no excuses for myself, I am feral man. This was supposed to all be lined and colored and shaded but..shhh I’m impatient and wanna share this :3

Some Closeups too :3

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Aha its silly hours.

Nikto who holds you so tight when he feels himself losing that his nails claw and dig into your back because that's what he's doing. Clawing, the pads of his fingers stretching your skin because even as close as he is to snapping his own spine he wouldn't try to intentionally hurt you.

Hands wrapped around your waist and chest so tight it makes breathing just a bit harder. Your face pressed up against his chest as he heaves, fast, shaky, like his heart was trying to burst. He would cry if he wanted to, if he could. But no, he's not even there.

You don't need to look up to tell that his eyes are wide, pupils almost fully dilated as he stares off into the wall, where there would be a distance. Hands clutching and cradling you so close it's like he never wants to separate. And right now? He feels like he's going to shatter if you try to.

It's silent save for the sound of his heavy breathing. Even as you take off the mask for him, his breathing doesn't change. Like a man drowning, he's suffocating himself.

And he shifts. Slightly, the movement after hours of stillness is like a dam breaking, trying to get back to reality as he slows his spiral. Changing positions to clutch around your chest and shoulders in a death hold. Trying to forcefully calm himself down as he pulls you up and forces his head down on your shoulder. Actually suffocating himself in your skin to slow his breathing. Unhealthy.

Nikto who comes back a little more empty. Still voiceless as his eyelids finally relax, grip relaxing the smallest amount as he finally wraps a leg around yours. Smudging his lungs with the scent of you before he lets out an exhausted sob. Not crying, just sobbing until he stops feeling like he wants to tear his nape apart.

It's been three hours and the only word he has ever said is a singular, "Stay."

Nikto who forces you to stay with him in his small empty apartment from a day to a week, delivering your clothes and paying for your food as long as you stay still when he holds you tight enough to squeeze your stomach. Everything staying quiet is the best thing for him mentally, barely even having the energy to talk some days as he just gives you the phone in the evening for you to order whatever your heart desires. Do not disturb on.

Nikto who finally speaks a full sentence a couple hours later, "You should move in."

And so a week turns into a month. Mismatched clothes against each other in the closet. Two widely different shoes near the door each day. Multiple toothbrushes in a cup and another cup just for you.

He's quieter when he's just with you. But he's at peace.

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Hello, wizard

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Hii

Sebastian x Reader where they don't have enough data so they just ask if they can pay w/ a kissy?

zomg this is so cute???

{reader is GN}

So far, the totality of this expedition sucked.

Signing up to fetch some stupid crystal for your freedom sounded like a flawless idea, sure. If you dismissed the plethora of creatures making an effort to kill you along the way. (Not like the people who sent you here cared, mind you.) You were chastised for any mistakes, even though they refused to even inform you about the opposing dangers to begin with. It was more of an…inconvenience if you happened to fail.

Regardless, between having to avoid possesed lockers, shadowy figures, and whatever those god-awful anglers were, you thought you were pretty damn good at this.

You’d managed to stay alive so far, approaching yet another door, this one marked “43.”

Hopefully this one would be easier than the last..

Gently slipping a thin, blue keycard inside the reader that had been installed into the door, waiting for it to hiss open with a scowl on your face. The door parted and swept aside, revealing yet another dark hallway before you.

Dammit, You thought with a groan, fumbling around in your bag to retrieve your flashlight. It was already low on juice, and of course, you had no batteries on you. Just your luck. Shaking it awake, the warm golden light illuminated the absolute mess of the corridor; large crates looked as if they’d been violently thrown across the room, one even appeared to have left minor damage to one of the many thick pipes lining the walls to your left.

Plus the considerable ragged clawmarks that laced the floor, but it was better to ignore those, no?

Taking a few deep breaths, you forced yourself to stray deeper into the space, your light scanning over each and every crevice. You weren’t about to risk letting anything jump out at you.

Except for the vent grille, apparently.

An earsplitting smash reverberated throughout the chambers as it rammed against the nearby wall, bouncing back for a mere second before collapsing onto the floor.

“What the hell-?!”

Out of shock, you dropped your flashlight, the generous amount of light you’d been given now gone as it rolled away from your feet. As you scrambled to pick it back up, a voice echoed through the vent opening.

“Got something for you.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small gap, quickly realizing who it was with frustation bubbling in your gut.

Sebastian. That 10ft sea monster that lingered around these areas, offering you useful supplies in exchange for data. You rolled your eyes with a sigh as you got on your knees, wincing with discomfort as you made your way through the vent to see him.

Of course it was him. Who else would it be? As much as he annoyed you with his unwarranted attitude and sass, he was still…nice to be around. Made things less lonely.

“Ah, you, welcome back.” He greeted, though of course laced his voice with sarcasm. “Really thought you’d be dead by now.”

“I’m more capable than you think, Seb,” You retorted, crossing your arms as you glared up at him, almost actually insulted he doubted you.

His long, grey, scaly tail sat curled against the wall, his selling items neatly attached to it. He scowled right back at you, demonstrating his usual toothy grin as his fins twitched slightly. “Sure.” He hissed softly.

You ignored him, browsing his wares with tired eyes. You approached his tail, ripping off a silvery flashlight and examining it. Without a second thought, you stuffed it into your bag and began to leave.

“Where are you going?” Sebastian scoffed. Abruptly, his wide tail clasped over the vent opening, preventing you from leaving. “You haven’t paid. You must actually be stupid, huh?”

“You owe me!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms into the air. “You scared me and made me drop my first flashlight. Now its’ broken, thanks.”

“Oh dear, really?” Sebastian hissed, feigning concern in his voice.

You groan in frustration as the sarcasm hit you, yanking your bag open to find any data you’d collected along the way. You were hoping to get this interaction over with, if he was going to be this sassy.

“Oh..damn..”

You stared into your palms, which held a few scraps of data, some of which were even broken during your travels. Whatever it was, you definetly did not carry enough to afford anything.

Sebastian laughed softly, seemingly observing this as well. “Too bad, then. That’s really embarrassing, I might add.”

“Wait, seriously?!” You clamored, desperate to leave here with something. “I can figure something out!”

“We had a deal. One you agreed to, in case you forgot. Either you pay, or you get nothing, sweetheart.” He added the taunting nickname with a scoff, reaching to take your bag from you.

You leapt away, knowing he’d tear it to pieces with his claws, even if he was trying to be gentle. Which he wasn’t, of course, but still.

“Wait, wait, I can-” You protested. An idea struck you suddenly. Not a very easy one, but it was something, at least. Oh well, what did you have to lose besides your life and freedom?

Sebastian pulled his hand away, narrow eyes boring into you as he waited for you to finish.

“How would you feel about some sort of…romantic gesture? Like, I don’t know, a fucking kiss or something?” You offered, preparing to be screamed out of the room.

But, to your surprise, that didn’t happen. He simply kept that narrow-eyed glare. At first, you thought he might not have heard you, so you drew in a breath to speak again. “I mean, come on. You think I can’t tell you at least like my presence a little? You’ve given me discounts and let me just sleep in here whenever.”

It was silent for a minute. The events you’d listed were true, however. You could recall moments when you’d just been so drained that he reluctantly allowed you to use his tail as some sort of pillow to rest with, along with the discounts on items he claimed were just him being in a “good mood” at the time.

“That desperate, are we?” Sebastian laughed, his voice yanking you out of your daydreams. He thought on your proposal for a few agonizingly long seconds before letting out a deep sigh. “…Fine.”

You let out a breath you didnt know you’d been holding, practically gripping your newfound flashlight as if it were your only lifesource. (It might as well be, considering your conditions, honestly..)

You opened your mouth to continue, though all that escaped you was a startled gasp as Sebastian lifted you off the ground. Cold, sharp claws grasped onto you with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of as he held you, level to his scaly face.

Your hands grabbed onto whatever part of his claws you could in order to keep yourself from falling as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“So?” He remarked with a frown. You cleared your throat with a deep breath. “Right..”

You leaned in further, pushing your hands against the side of his face as support before pressing your lips against him. Your body seemed to heat up as you did so, finding an odd sense of comfort as you let it linger for a few extra seconds.

“Mmh.” A satisfied hum escaped Sebastian as he gently curled his claws further around your body. Though the fear of falling wasn’t an issue for you right now. All you could seem to think about was the current situation, and the way it made you feel.

Eventually, you pulled away, wiping your mouth as you cleared your throat. You stared up at him, taking in the slight smirk being thrown your way.

“Good enough for you?” You asked, your voice softer than usual.

“Very,” He sighed, placing you down carefully. Your legs trembled as your feet finally touched the ground, due to the being held midair like that, and also maybe the fact that you had just kissed a sea creature you were told to avoid at all costs.

You tightened the hold on your flashlight as you stared off into space, thinking on your recent actions. Of course it earned you something, but holy shit.

In an attempt to take your mind off this, you sat down, arms wrapped around your legs as the lack of energy finally got to you. Sitting against the wall, you let out a sigh.

“Could I stay for a bit?”

“…For a few hours.” Sebastian exhaled, arms crossed as he glanced down at you.

You smiled, a silent ‘thank you’ as you let the well-deserved sensation of rest overcome you.

This was going to be an odd story to tell when you got back.

so sorry if this is shit, /gen , I haven’t written in forever , plus im much better with hcs 💔

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