#sparkle and eyeball

[linoyes]

gods menu leeknow for @faunandfloraas 😻

[baylardian-1]

Headcanon'd that Twilight Velvet was a royal guard and Night Light's a hecking nerd. Velvet retired when she became a mom and Shining Armor wants to be like his mom when he's growed up. <3

Ermmmmm other little things,,,,, Velvet has a tiny tiny lil horn and is very dookie at magic, but she makes up for it in physical prowess. She's courageous and craves adventure, kinda brash tho. How'd she end up in a family full of nerds........... I think she'd find Night Light a bit dopey and different from the knuckleheads she surrounds herself with in the guard. He loves books and is a little bit awkies, but she thinks he's cute. <3 The come from starkly different backgrounds, Night Light more on the aristocratic side of Canterlot and Twilight Velvet rising up through the ranks and having come from no line of nobility. Somewhere in the scheme of things, Velvet also has a brother (The mentioned uncle in the finale of s2) who is in the guard as well.

Also headcanon that despite the lanky and built different genes he inherited, Shining Armor's a bit on the geeky chub side of things. Probably spent a lot of his time as a kid playing Ogres and Oubliettes and reading and whatnot. Similarly to how his talents are portrayed in the show, I think he'd excel at defensive magic as opposed to offensive like his mother. Something something getting bullied something something standing up for/protecting others.

[vaguely-concerned]

I keep imagining lucanis getting an accidental faceful of arterial spray during a job that didn't go so much awry as just slightly awkwardly right at the end, and having to get hosed down outside before coming home to the lighthouse. emotionally I feel the cartoonish blood splatters of dragon ages past and lucanis' resulting deep sleep-deprived peevishness in this chili's tonight

[anaconda-creates]

for me, exiting the house for anything but school or dance is some big Event so when I go out with friends on the rare occasion to have fun I must make an entire Look out of it. Yesternight I did a green sparkly eyeshadow look I’ve been wanting to try for a while to walk around the mall and watch a Barbie movie with four of my friends :) the makeup look slayed and I want to show you all but I don’t want my face on the internet so all you get is blurry close up eye photos, Shazam:

[a-mess-of-a-crow]

The Raid Squad!

I think I'll actually make these everyones official eyes uwu, I put a lot of thought into them!

[naughtyflamingo]

🧠🫧🍬💎💉

[keeps-ache]

!! oooooooooops !!

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

[polluteme-x-ai]

Polluteme-x-ai (bing)

It's all in your head

[zieeeej]

The last of this series for now is this flowerkitty in the clouds. As I said before I don’t use any references for these drawings to keep the creativity simple and easy. But it’s hard for me not to judge my own work immediately and want to redo it. But I still wanted to show it to you. For me these drawings are mostly to get my creativity going, draw for fun and not doing it to make a product. (Like a comic book or a postcard or whatever.) There are also some drawings I never finished, or I just erased completely and that is fine too.

[sonodaten]

/neg

I’ll say it: every method of shiny hunting that they’ve introduced since the original PokeRadar has been overly complicated shit. Like yeah chaining was a pain and sometimes your chain would just break for no reason, but like it was simple. And once you got it, you got it. Get your chain to 40 and then just keep resetting until you get your shiny patches.

Now you have to do shit like kill so many of a certain pokemon and make a certain sandwich to get a certain encounter power oh but in order to get the ingredients to make the sandwich you HAVE to do raids which run terribly and the herbs have a horrible drop rate. Happy hunting.

Just give us back a radar and chaining and fucking leave it alone.

[gardenvarietysystem]

I call this one: BOY KISSER. I WANT TO KISS BOYS.

I present to you, a slam poem

WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO

Secrets make us attractions.

They are a collection of ziplock goodie bags of loose parts, various sizes of rusted nuts and bolts.

That you get to hand out to each and every person who visits your park!

You see

We are amusement park rides

Rollercoasters

Where the buckle ties to nothing

And the bar's not safely attached

some of the parts are definitely missing

But which ones or where did they go?

Who knows who has what anymore.

Rickety old wood

Chipped creaking cracking

Moaning

🫰 HEY

Get those nasty boys out of your head

And stop telling them your secrets.

Because your secrets make you powerful

Especially when your secrets

Pertain to your identity.

I will digress.

Your identity makes you move

In masterfully mysterious ways

The intersectionality of our ever continuing days.

What we want

What we don't want

What's worth it to come out and play

When we make art

We interact with ancient waves

...

So remember the power you have

When you hand out those goodie bags

See the fear in their eyes

For Simply riding the ride is a test.

[emacrow]

Thank you for accepting the courtship.

Raven was using an ancient forbidden ritual to Pariah King of the infinite realm to stop Trigon and Darkseid to stop them from taking over this universe. The proper gift in term in the book for the ritual to be accepted said to be her firstborn whenever she were to have one, and it seemed the ritual was accepted.

She expected some old man in dark ancient armor to come out of the summoning ritual portal, except it wasn't Pariah King who came out.

A aurora crown floated upwars, then a white blob emerged only to be white long hair that kept going upward, growing longer and longer tall silhouette nearly 12-14 feet tall.

Hundreds of thousands of tiny stars in the white hair swirling toward the face with pointed ears, forming into three glowing yet dull green eyes with darken specks of stars underneath the eyelids and cheeks, a blackish blue like breaking open like a tear to reveal sharp gleaming white teeths, a dark blue tongue.

The clothes that this entity form beneath that resemble 1980s hazmat clothes that flickered from and to a royal clothes with jewels of tiny planet yet unnerving as if it haven't decided which to be and out of place that nearly made Raven's eyes wanted to avoid looking at it.

She didn't falter nor didn't flinch as this being glanced at the ritual symbols, tilting his head as if interested before before the three eyes looked back at her that made her heart wanted to stop as the used to be dulled eyes sparkled a bit.

Then, the being grew smile that would've made the Joker cry, Much to Raven's inner horror and nearly every empticlones in nevermore screaming at her to run and hide.

"I, Phantom, Prince and Savior of the infinite realms from the Mad King, Defender of Pandora's box, Balancer of Time, accept your gift." The voice was barely a whisper that almost sounded rich smooth as velvet, yet loud enough to hear clearly to raven.

With a simple wave of his long, arachnodactyly fingers as if waving off an annoying fly before shrinking slowly with a gleam of white light evenly enveloping to reveal a 9'4 foot tall lanky bat adoption bat guy.

Black long-haired, put in a clumsy doubled braided with blue and red flowers, held polka dotted scrunchies, girly hair clips with unicorn themes, soft blue eyes that were redish in the corner and a soft delicate face that Raven definitely wasn't ogling in her nevermore mindscape.

"Thank you for accepting the courtship."

"Your welcome."

....

....

Raven's mind blanch a bit realizing what he just said.

"Wait, What?"

...

...

Danny was doing just fine, just fine indeed as he was sitting in Jazz’s house, his niece rebraiding his hair as he shoved another giant handful of Fudge brownies into his mouth.

Ellie was moving into her boyfriend six month ago, and there was nothing Danny could do seeing his little girl move on without him.

Empty nest syndrome Jazz and his parents told him. Sam suggested another online dating, but being a famous, well-known Savior of Earth after Disasteroid came a lot of girls and even boys who see danny as a hero or for his fame and fortune instead of Danny.

Not to mention the ghosts, the stupid eyeballs trying to present another candidate for him to Wed which he refused.

He has used raising ellie as the common excuse that turned into actually doting parenting, but now..

He couldn't go back to his haunt castle after she moved out without burying himself in her childhood room, holding her old worned out red beanie hat that she didn't wear anymore.

Kids grow up and move on from their parents, but they always come back when in need.

He did something out of impulse due to his empty nest syndrome, which was going a bit haywire by the day and Sam, Val and Tucker won't let him bring them over to hang out especially when they are busy.

He made a ritual with clockwork help that randomly appeared in any other dimensions, then his own to pick the right person to court at the right time.

Now all he has to do is wait.

(I got inspired by this post here <- )

[woniefication]

Third Time’s the Charm NSH.Ni-ki

𝘕𝘪-𝘬𝘪 (𝘙𝘪𝘬𝘪) 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳﹔𝐹𝘭𝑢𝘧𝑓 | 𝑆𝘭𝑜𝘸 𝘉𝑢𝘳𝑛 | 𝐺𝘭𝑜𝘸 𝘜𝑝 𝐴𝘜 | 𝘐𝑑𝘰𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝘢𝑛 | 𝗙𝗮𝗻 ���𝗼 muse﹔𝐖; slight cursing ~Reblogs ﹠ FB appreciated 𓈒𓈒𓈒 Masterlist. Anon request <3

It was one of those chaotic online fansigns, mid-tour, when everything blurred together. Screaming fans, laggy Wi-Fi, weird fancalls that make him want to rip his head out,neon ring lights burning into his eyeballs.

But then you popped up on screen. Not flashy. Not filtered. Just a person with a crooked smile and a hoodie three sizes too big.

Riki tilted his head, confused at first.

Then you started talking.

And laughing.

And joking around like you hadn’t just won a once-in-a-lifetime chance to speak to him.

“You look tired,” you said, eyes squinting with something like concern. “Do you run on microwaved strawberries or sheer willpower?”

He blinked. “...Both?”

“Drink water or I’ll call your mom,” you deadpanned, sipping your own like it was a PSA.

He choked on his laughter.

You didn’t ask him to wink. You didn’t try to flirt or scream. You just… were. Naturally funny. A little awkward. Kind.

He remembered your name after that. Even when he wasn't supposed to.

Now. A year later, you’re in the crowd at a fansign again—this time in person.

And at first? He doesn't even recognize you.

Because glow up? Is an understatement.

Hair styled, confidence different, something about your posture that screams I found myself and I’m thriving.

And then you laugh.

That same exact laugh. That wheezy, snorty, can't-control-it laugh that stuck in his brain like a song on loop.

Ni-ki freezes.

His pen slips.

His mouth goes dry.

Holy sh— it’s you.

You walk up like you don’t know you just ruined his whole mental stability.

Still in your oversized hoodie. Still with that little sparkle in your eye. Like nothing changed even though everything did.

“Hey,” you say, casual. “You look less tired. Guess the microwaved strawberries helped.”

He stares.

You blink. “What?”

“You’re…” He pauses. “You’re you.”

Your smile falters, confused. “Yeah…?”

He leans forward, eyes wide. “Do you know how long I thought about that call? Your jokes? You literally told me to hydrate or else.”

Your cheeks flush. “You remember that?”

“Duh,” he says, grinning now. “You’re kind of hard to forget.”

And that’s when the staff gives him the wrap-it-up sign and he absolutely ignores it because this is his movie moment, and he’s not about to let it go.

So as you turn to leave, he blurts:

“Hey—same hoodie. Different glow.”

You turn back, raising a brow.

“Still the same me though.”

And damn if that doesn’t make his heart fall out his chest.

Third Fansign. By now, you’re practically a regular. Not in the creepy-sasaeng-fan way—just in that he gets disappointed when you’re not there kind of way.

And today? You show up looking absolutely flawless.

Ni-ki short circuits. Straight-up freezes mid-signature. You’re standing in front of him like it’s nothing, hoodie tucked into a pleated skirt, lip gloss too shiny, and that same chaotic smile that got him obsessed in the first place.

“You again,” he says, barely holding back his grin.

“Guilty,” you shrug. “But you still haven’t posted proof you’ve been hydrating. So…”

“You’re never letting that go, huh?”

“Absolutely not.”

He laughs, looking down for a second to keep himself from staring. And then, before he can psych himself out-

“Hey. Can I get your socials?”

You blink. “...What?”

The table goes quiet. The fan next to you gasps. The staff flinches like someone just broke the rules of the universe.

But Ni-ki’s already pulling out a scrap piece of paper, pen still in hand, scribbling fast.

“Like—your Twitter. Tumblr. Or whatever. I just…” he scratches his head looking away.

“Wanna keep laughing,” he says, voice low. “At your posts. Not at you. I mean—not like—”

He fumbles (a baddie).

You stare at him, wide-eyed. “Are you… serious?”

He nods, looking deadass calm now. “Completely.”

“This is wildly unprofessional,” one of the staff mutters under their breath.

Riki grins. “So is falling in love with a fan, but here we are.”

You choke. The girl behind you screams. Security is like five seconds from jumping in.

But he slides you the paper anyway.

@biscoluvr19

“DM me something stupid,” he says with a wink. “I’ll know it’s you.”

And before you can even process it, he gives you one last look that could melt steel.

“Still the same you,” he murmurs, “but you’ve got me acting real fuckin different.

(♡)-- @orimuraa @douqhnxtss @chrrific @liwinly @fleuryns @leaderwon @pnghoon @manariee

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

summary: amidst crazy stalker threats, you receive an irresistible opportunity to collaborate with the one and only, g-dragon.

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

a/n: i’m always reluctant to write for jiyong, feeling like i won’t give it justice. but i’ve been wanting new jiyong fics heh

not proofread

breathe in, breathe out. that’s what you have been trying to do to regulate the overwhelming fear and stress from the last couple of months. you’ve had plenty of haters, critics and stalkers all up on your business, but not quite like this one. the stalker released personal information that almost cost you your house, as you stare at the plants that you’ve spent incredible attention so that they flourish. not only that, but he started threatening your life, posting photos of the weapons he will use on you.

which is why you’re currently laying on your bed, with countless guards all around your apartment, as well as the entry. what started as a two-week hiatus stretched into three months, as they still can’t pinpoint his location. your thoughts quiet down as the ringing becomes louder. it’s your manager. “hello? have you found him?” it was instinct at this point, asking about updates.

the person on the other side sighed, “no, but i received an interesting collaboration invite. i know that you can’t think about music at the moment, but i thought if i turn this one down without asking you, you’d come for my ass one day.” you were intrigued to say the least. “go on..”

“it’s g-dragon.” you jump up from your bed, your breath caught in your throat. “he’s making his comeback album, and he told us he would love to work with you, he’s a fan.” you feel your heart beat a little faster. you not only know about g-dragon, but you knew him as kwon jiyong too. you’ve met at several events, hitting it off as you found several shared interests. but he never asked for your number, nor did you.

you sat silently thinking about doing a collaboration with him, during this icky time where you don’t know how to go out without feeling hyper-aware of every eyeball pointed your way. but remembering his deep brown eyes got you agreeing. you missed singing, and you missed the presence of another human other than your bodyguards and manager. that’s all that it is, you tried reasoning with yourself.

~~~~

walking down to his studio, you felt nervous. there will be nothing between us, you breathed. you knocked, and almost immediately heard footsteps coming your way. he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “hey.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “hey” you smiled. he settled for a handshake, wanting to seem cool and casual. you felt vulnerable standing outside, and wanted to be engulfed with the safety of four walls as soon as possible. you couldn’t shake the uneasiness.

for the next few hours, thoughts of said stalker left you as you listened to his demo, discussed the essence of the song, which emotions he wanted the song to evoke. he was truly charming when he spoke with such passion. his eyes sparkled in a way that pulled you right into them, wanting to know the meaning behind some of the deeper sparkles in them. he has a habit of ruffling his hair or biting his thumb when he’s thinking, you thought to yourself.

the moment of admiration and peace came to a stop as your manager entered the studio with worried eyes. you knew. you excused yourself as you left the studio with her, feeling the overwhelming stress take over your senses. “he’s posted again. he was dumb enough to leave a big clue on where he is, but i’m not sure we’ll make it in time.” you felt yourself go numb. he’s on the run, he could be anywhere and you were not in the safety of your home. “hey” the brunette held you in place by the shoulders, “don’t worry. i’m here, you’re here and i will protect you no matter what.” she sighed “the safest place right now is in that studio” she left you frozen in place as your manager went to talk to the police.

after a few minutes, you regained your composure and went back in.

he could sense your change in demeanor, he could see it in the paleness of your once rosy cheeks, the lack of focus in your eyes. you sat in your chair, barely acknowledging the warm presence next to you. he stared at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong.

he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a clap. “okay, let’s do this!” you try to look at him, unable to hold eye contact, feeling like you would cry if you did. “i think i got the gist of what you want in the song, i want to start on the lyrics right away- “(y/n)” you stopped midway, but still refused to fully look at him, the plushies on his sofa look way more interesting than his intuitive eyes. “(y/n), please look at me.” he tried again.

you don’t know if it was the pleading or the softness of his voice that made you give in. you slowly look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. his brows knit together in a frown, looking like a worried puppy. you bring your shaking hands to your face, covering the tears threatening to fall. “i’m so tired” your voice was raw and shaky.

all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, to kiss away your precious tears...but he wanted you to be comfortable in being vulnerable with him and didn't want to scare you off.

"i just.." your voice was betraying your stance of resilience. that's when you felt a hand caressing the top of your head, so softly that you'd almost not notice if you weren't closing your eyes trying to suppress your tears. "i’ve been stalked for a while now, and yes i know, we have stalkers almost everywhere we go but this…he’s different.” you finally gain the courage to take your hands away from your face.

you carefully look at him, only to see his eyes already searching yours. “at first it was ‘normal’ stalking behavior but it progressed aggressively, from posting my whereabouts with possessive words to posting photos of me in the distance and a weapon pointed at my direction.” you heard him sharply inhale, like a dragon preparing to blow a huge fire on something, or someone. only then did you realize the close proximity that you’re in, his knees almost touching your thighs.

his eyes were no longer warm and inviting, you can almost see the protective fiery glistening. he gets up and leaves, leaving you dumbfounded. after what felt like hours, he came back. “i talked to my attorney, he works with some of the best detectives in seoul, and he will get the fucker on his knees in two days max.” he walked towards you, “until then, please allow me to escort you to the safest place i know, a house that not even my family knows about.” he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at you. that’s when you realize your tears has betrayed you and are flowing freely down your face.

without thinking, he kneels down at where your sitting, and envelops you in the warmest embrace. it was right, protective, and everything you needed. sobs escaped as you held on to him, finally letting go. “i’m scared” you say almost incoherently, and you feel him pulling you closer, if it was even possible, as he drew comforting circles on your back. as he whispered protective promises, you felt your cries becoming hiccups, as you slowly calmed down.

he pulled away, only slightly, with one of his hands holding you while the other cupped you face, gently wiping your tears away. “i’m sorry that i didn’t know sooner” he breathed. “it’s okay” you choked. “no, it’s not. i have been following your updates, looking forward to anything that you do, wanting to approach you, but i never did.” he eyes moved down your lips for a moment then back to your eyes. “i should’ve asked your number the first day that i met you.” he confessed. it was your turn to stare at him wide-eyed.

“what do you…” you were once again aware of your close proximity. “mean?” you whispered, afraid talking any louder would give your feelings away. “i…liked you the first time i saw you, then started wanting more of you when i started talking to you. you amaze me, (y/n), truly.” he let you go, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath. “but i didn’t want to come off as weird, because, as weird as it sounds, im serious about you.”

you felt warmness spread from the center of your ribs outwards, enveloping you whole with new intense feelings. “well,” you breathed, “then that makes us two weirdos.” you brought your hand to hold his in place, afraid that he’ll run away with your confession, “i feel the same way about you” he felt his heartbeat speeding. “i like you too, jiyong. and i wanted to get your number way earlier on as well.”

you were almost blinded by his toothy smile, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. and before you could return a smile, he pressed his lips on the space between your brows, sending an embarrassing blush from your cheeks down to your neck. he pulled back, ghostly brushing his thumb over your lower lip, and before you could prepare your heart, he closed in the distance.

he wanted it to be a gentle kiss, he really did, but he couldn’t get enough of you. he could almost taste the coffee you’ve had a while ago, and he wanted to devour all of you. he put one hand around the back of your neck and his other on your waist and kissed you harder, biting your lower lip for permission. but he didn’t need one, because you were so desperate to let him in. he was rough, his neediness seeping through the kiss.

you both got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the necessity of air. you reluctantly pull back, only enough for the both of you to breathe, as he rested his forehead on yours. “that was…” you were both smiling. you haven’t felt this safe and happy in a really long time, and you didn’t want to let go of him, ever. “so, you said you know of a safe place for me?” you can see the side of his mouth move upwards into a smirk, “eager, are we?” you hit the his elbow, giggling.

“we have plenty of time to get there, i want to take it slow, with you.” you looked away, your cheeks betraying you. you heard him laugh, “me too (y/n), and i’ve never felt this way about someone. i want to protect you, if you allow me to.” you reached for his hand, interlocking them, and adding a reassuring squeeze “you have no choice now, since i don’t think i can feel safe with anyone but you.” you still had one question lingering in your mind.

“hey…uhm, does that mean you didn’t really want to collaborate with me? like…using it as an excuse..?”. “no, i really love your music, and i really want to release music with you.” you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t true. “although, i’m not going to lie, i thought if you saw me doing what i do best, music, you would…like me.” you placed your hand on the top of his head, ruffling it.

“but i liked you for the way you talk, the way you try to involve everyone in the conversation, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your passions.” you were now stroking his cheek, “i liked the way you carried yourself, and i like you even more for the way that you can be vulnerable with me. i love your music, of course, but kwon jiyong is so much more than music.” you smiled.

he brought your palm to his lips, and kissed it. he was in trouble now. you were in trouble. because he believes that he won’t be able to let you go, ever.

[creati-bunny]

HOW TO KISS YOUR BOYFRIEND

YOUR INEXPERIENCE WITH ROMANCE AFFECTS YOUR COURAGE TO DO THE FIRST MOVE. By God’s graces, you were lucky to be the only person who receives romantic attention from Tsukishima Kei, who is commonly known to have little interest in anything; Kei knew that there is a first for everything, and right before he goes to college, he wants to experience what being in a relationship would feel like with you.

It is not his first time to be in one—but being in one with you makes it a little special.

And as to not disappoint his expectations, you find yourself huddled up inside your dorm, buried in your heavy comforter with a laptop in front of you. The brightness illuminating from the screen serves as the source of light that hits your face—your face was so focused, your fingers working non-stop to find the perfect tutorial.

🔎 how to kiss your boyfriend

🔎 kissing tutorial

🔎 how to kiss properly with tongue

One of the videos shown to you advised you to enclose your palm, and put your lips on the side. The woman in the video is practically telling you to make out with your own hand—you cannot help but feel off. The next video interests you as it was shown with a partner.

“Start with slow, gentle kisses and skip the tongue and the teeth—for now,” the woman speaks with a gentle smile on her face while the man beside her looks between you and her expectantly. They show you the way by pressing their lips together, no tongue yet. “Stay at a manageable level of saliva. Slobbery puppies are the last thing you want your date to think of you,” your eyes sparkled, knowing you can do this; of course, you were curious about the next technique. You fast forward the video, skipping the couple just meshing their lips together like dolls.

“Now, try French kissing,” you gulped, hearing her words come out of her mouth. Anticipation brewed inside you, your eyes focused on the screen. “Slide the tip of your tongue inside your partner's mouth and gently move it against the tip of his or her tongue.” They were making out in front of you, tongue swirling around her partner’s tongue—her hands were gripping the man’s shoulders to set the mood, hinting for more.

The radiation from the laptop starts to irritate the nerves all over your eyeballs. You can feel your head aching from the lack of food in your system. Droopy, unfocused, and worried are all what you feel at the same time—how the hell were you supposed to practice kissing Kei when all the videos that you have watched are practically making you look like an idiot?

However, you did not notice that your own partner just arrived in your dorm and caught you watching an unexplainable video of a couple kissing. Tsukishima looks at your unaware form in confusion, “What are you watching so intensely—?”

You screamed loudly, shutting down your laptop, almost throwing it out of the window. You glared at him, your heart beating erratically fast; you felt your stomach drop when you could hear the woman’s voice still continuing with a slight sound of smacking lips together. “Try deeper and harder strokes—!”

Tsukishima scrunches up his face in accusation, already thinking the worst and formulating a remark. “Are you seriously watching porn?”

You interjected immediately, “No!”

Kei puts the Inside N’ Out doggie bag on top of your desk, before shamelessly opening your laptop. He scans the unfinished tabs and titles on the screen with his golden-brown eyes under his glasses, before he lets out a snicker, not failing to irk you. “Pfft—!”

“Kei, shut up!” You buried your face on the pillow, not caring about hygiene on your face anymore. Kei’s snickers became the aggravating laughs you hate when he teases you—Tsukishima could not breathe from the comedic situation.

He keeps snickering, “You seriously do not know how to kiss?” Tsukishima relishes in the embarrassed look on your face, as you try to save your face by scowling.

“Oh, and you have?”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” he proudly admits with a grin.

You feel annoyed and a bit jealous that he already shared his first kiss with someone. You bit back your lower lip to hide your frustrations, not wanting to worsen your humiliation any further. “Whatever.”

Tsukishima grips the fat on your cheeks with one hand before leaning in closely with a teasing, handsome grin. “If you want to learn that badly, I can teach you.”

Your eyes softened, feeling a bit down and insecure at your inexperience. You gaze at his lips before going back to his eyes. “I do not want to disappoint you. It may not be your first, but it is certainly mine, and I—ouch! What the hell?!” At the latter part of your statement, he begins to pinch your cheeks—harder at that.

“…” Pinch. Pinch.

“Stop that!”

Kei cannot help but have a cuteness aggression with how you’re acting right now. It did remove his stress and tiredness because of you. “You’re rambling again, for no reason.” He pokes your nose in amusement, as if he wasn’t the reason you’re stressing out, making you sulk at his carefree attitude.

Your boyfriend leans in, his warm breath fanning over your lips—the previous teasing and unserious facade he had was gone and shifted into something more flirtatious. The air around you suddenly becomes hotter and intimate, him leaning against you while both of you are on the bed. “What are you doing?” You stuttered.

“What do you think?”

This was too much for your heart—he looks too handsome, he smells so good; you were at a loss for words. All you two have been doing is holding hands, cuddling, kissing on the cheek and forehead. On the lips? You made a point about how you do not know how.

“C’mere, I’ll show you how,” he whispered softly, his eyes already focused on your lips. Tsukishima takes off his glasses before he pulls you on his lap. His hands rest on your hips, wanting you to get comfortable—he coos at your flustered expression, knowing this was far more intimate than cuddling.

Your heart is beating too fast; you cannot speak. You do not even hide how much you look stupid right now. Tsukishima is having the time of his life; he’ll have this as one of his memorable moments. Kei leans in, taking his sweet time before pressing kisses on your jaw—Tsukishima knows how to make you melt to give in.

You lean your neck back before your lips are inches away from each other. Kei whispered teasingly, “You do not even know how to close your eyes?”

That ticked you off, “Fuck off.”

You roughly press your lips on his firmly. He slightly opens his mouth to lock his lips with your lower lip. Tsukishima rubs his fingers on your hips, guiding you patiently as he winces when he feels your tongue trying to invade his mouth already. “Damn, are you a puppy? You need to relax,” he mocks you while grinning on your lips—and it is the thing you’re afraid of before you try to pull away.

“I’m sorry—”

Kei didn’t give you the chance to pull away, completely locking his lips with yours. You let out a whine, embarrassed at initiating a French kiss; and he looks so hot giving you guidance. “I’ll guide you, so stop squirming,” Your breath hitched, seeing his expression darkened—out of delight and desire.

Tsukishima hummed pleasantly, sensing that you were adapting better to the kiss. He mumbled, “Open your mouth,” You followed his words with no complaint before you let out a muffled gasp when you felt his tongue slip inside your mouth, swirling around the tip of your tongue. You squirmed when the kiss became more intense, letting out a breathy whine when he took control of the kiss—you tried to nibble his lower lip, making him let out a noise that fueled your ego.

“Tch, don’t move too much. You might start something you’ll never finish,” he demanded with a husky voice, wanting you to stay still on his lap. You stopped breathing and moving in response to what he said.

The rhythm of the kiss started off awkwardly, yet it became the most amazing one that had you wrapping your arms around his neck like your life depended on it. You two were now making out; he shudders when he feels your fingers rubbing his nape. He grips your shirt tightly, wrinkling it within his grip.

You two broke off the kiss to catch your breath. A string of saliva leaves between your lips. You stared into his eyes, already aching for more, but he was controlling himself. You licked your lower lip. The heat in your lower stomach burned hotly, finally experiencing the magnificence of kissing someone you’re interested in.

Kei smirks at your dazed expression, “Now, was that so difficult?”

You huffed in response, knowing you had thoroughly and sincerely enjoyed it. Tsukishima pecks your nose, mocking you while grinning lazily. “Let’s do it again.”

image is by @Freaka_LoonyZ on X || credits to wikihow for the kissing tutorial