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tornado1992 · 2 months

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Do you guys think that Sonic has scars?

Not like Tails’, definitely not like those. Tails’ scars are from ripping fur, burning flesh, badly healed broken bones, deep cuts, and stuff he doesn’t even remember, from before he even met Sonic and started fighting Eggman. So many scars. He’s covered in them, his fur hides them, so he’s lucky that his tails are the fluffiest part of him, that’s where he has the most scars, hes not exactly ashamed of his scars, they show what he’s survived, they show that he came through all that. But still, most of them are a painful reminder that he had to survive, not live, survive.

Now Sonic… Sonic has very few scars, almost none of them from fights or Eggman encounters, his dumb bots couldn’t ever dream of hurting him, he was way too fast for that, way too strong. So they’re not from those fights, no, they’re from something completely different.

All the baby fox fangs marks in his hands, all the deep scratches from tiny little claws in his chest and the back of his arms, all the little cuts close to his face, all of them.

Sonic is proud of those scars.

He’s proud of those scars, because each and every of those scars are a reminder that he baby fox that caused them survived, because every time Sonic bled because of that kid, it was worth it.

Because he tried to bathe him when he was more blood and mud than fur. Because he forced him to take medicine when he was sick. Because he hugged him every time he had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up even if it meant he would instinctively try to hurt him in the process. Because he held him and didn’t let go even when he felt tiny claws digging and ripping in his skin.

Those scars meant his little brother still wanted to survive. Those scars meant Sonic did everything to make sure he would live.

He’s proud of those scars.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #they’re brothers your honor #those aren’t war scars those are honor scars #Sonic showing off the tiny claw marks with the same pride as if it was a huge beast what cause them #maybe even more #Tails does feel bad because they are a reminder that he hurt Sonic even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose #but Sonic doesn’t mind and even shows them of because they’re a reminder of how much he loves him #kinda mushy but it’s the true #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #please tell me this counts as wholesome I’m the angst trenches and I can’t get out

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pepperpixel · 1 year

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💖STRANGE LOVE!💖

“the lightening’s not frightening when u r w me, oh cuz love is not always what u think it’ll be!”

CROMA!!!! Croma art!!!! Cuz I forever and ever adore these two together….. they’re so good…! 🥺

#soul eater #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona #croma #doodles #the song is strange love by Karen O #it’s a very good song… I first heard it on this rlly sweet mtmte video on bilibili…#and it gives me rlly sad happy mushy feelings whenever I hear it… it just makes my brain go EVERYWHERE GHG #but I love it!!!! I love that it does that ghgh #and yeah… I thought it was fitting for these 2…#anyway. I love crona!!!! and maka!!! and I love them kissing and holding hands and loving and supporting each other!!!!#I will never get enough of that shit!!!! these 2 are living in my brain till I die!!!#o also!!! tried drawing maka without a reference this time! usually I look one up for her #cuz I don’t have her every detail permanently stamped into my retinas like I do w crona ghgh-#but! I felt confident enough to go without a ref this time! which… is why her bangs are a lil screwed up gHG #I forgot exactly how they worked so I kinda just bullshitted them as best as I could. and! I actually think they didn’t turn out bad!#but. they probably would have looked better if I just looked up a reference lol

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mosaickiwi · 3 months

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momoo auugh i had another idea a bit ago but i forgor </3 totally not self indulgent but could i request an angel who's normally very touch-aversed (with gloves n all) carefully reaching out to redacted to just hold their hand or something small without their glove(s) 👉👈 a quiet, tender moment with angel and redacted. i need the comfort lol

hope that made sense, i love your work sm!!

hiii hiiii shalls <3!!! Immediately started on this when I got it for no particular reason hehehehehe :3c happy birthday!!

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Touch Averse Angel~

“Ren?”

[REDACTED] perked up beside you at the sound of your voice. You’d been quieter than usual, milling from store to store lost in thought as he trailed not too far behind along the pier. It was meant to be a simple shopping date. But you were too distracted to even remember what you'd bought despite the bags at your feet.

You were staring out at the ocean, trying to work up the courage to hold his hand. It had happened a couple of times before. Only with your gloves on, once you'd mentally prepared. Never for too long, either. You wanted it to be different this time.

It took a second to realize they were still waiting, patient for whatever you wanted to say. The silence had lasted longer than you meant it to.

“Can we...” you began, unsure if you could even say it. You weren't prepared just yet as you turned to look at him. “...Can you go get me something warm to drink?” you asked.

Their response came with an amused smile, snake bites tugging up with the corners of his mouth. “Sure thing, Angel. Guessin' you want the usual?” You silently nodded. “Be right back.”

He obviously knew you meant to ask something else, but he didn't pry. Instead, he sauntered off towards a brightly patterned stall further down the pier.

You immediately fussed with the fabric of your gloves, hurried to pull them off and shove them away in a coat pocket. An embarrassed huff escaped as you turned to lean forward on the wooden railing, arms crossed to stave off the cool breeze that came to brush at your fingertips.

Maybe you were overthinking it. You didn't need to announce that you wanted to hold their hand. They'd get the message loud and clear if you just went for it.

The old wood of the pier barely creaked under his boots as [REDACTED] came back. A tall cup was set on the railing next to you, scarred fingers wrapped far at the bottom to hold it steady.

“Thanks,” you said as you reached for it. He let go as soon as you securely grabbed the top.

His blue eyes seemed to zero in on your hands. They took a sip of their own drink before asking, “Gloves bothering you?”

“Something like that,” you mumbled as you mustered up the courage again. Steam from the drink wafted into your face as you took a few sips to warm up and think it over. He wasn’t quite in reach anymore, but you’d take the next opportunity as soon as—

“I have another pair if y'need ‘em,” he said softly.

The dark-haired man pulled a set of gloves out from his jacket. They weren’t in his style, nor his size. You watched as he placed them on the railing, just as he did with the drink. Had he always been carrying around an extra pair for you? He wasn’t even wearing any of his own.

“Um, thank you,” you repeated and fell silent, a little caught off guard. You took the gloves and fiddled with them for a moment. The fabric felt softer than your other ones, and a lot warmer from being hidden away in his coat. It was comforting.

The gloves had to be stashed in another pocket for now. Yet again he didn't question your actions, despite how odd you were being—how odd you'd been all day. You drummed your fingers on the styrofoam cup as you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.

For once, he wasn't looking at you. He was leaning back, one hand dangling off the edge of the railing while the other held his drink close to his mouth. Every so often he was biting his lip as he swallowed with a tiny wrinkle to his brow.

You shifted closer and began to reach for him.

They were quick to notice once you moved, eyes widening and darting between your face and your hand—your bare hand—that was slowly inching towards theirs on the wooden surface. There was clear anticipation in the way his fingers curled and uncurled, though he otherwise held still. Somehow his patience to let you take your time helped calm your nerves. It took a few more seconds until you eventually felt the warmth radiating from their hand.

His skin was a little rough in some places. You delicately traced over the faint veins running along the back of his hand before tucking your fingers in to touch the softer side of his palm. The angle seemed awkward, but you were determined to see it through. They slightly turned their wrist to make it easier for you to hold on.

Neither of you spoke while you settled into the feeling for the first time.

Everything about it felt different without the barrier you normally had. It was new, but comfortable. You didn’t mind how cold [REDACTED]'s fingertips were compared to the rest of him, or the way his thumb draped loosely over your unsteady knuckles. A silent sort of reminder that you could pull away whenever you needed to—except you wanted to stay like this.

If it wasn’t for the rather hasty swig of his drink that he took once you carefully tightened your grip, you would’ve seen the beginnings of an uncontrollable smile on your partner’s face.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo reqs #yippeeeeeeeee!!!#i rly liked writing this 😭#precious to me #cause it's a different kinda mushy <3 #hyper aware not to touch you ever at all unless you initiate #bringing extra gloves all the time in case something happens to yours #silently thinking they messed up somehow until you are suddenly trying to hold their hand!!!#i lub

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didderd · 5 months

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i had a sleep paralysis nightmare this morning.

so i decided to make content out of it 👍

but really, sometimes if i'm not feeling well, i daydream about one of the characters i simp really like helping/comforting me.

n this time i started daydreaming about Nightmare comforting me. bc this was the worst sleep paralysis i ever had, and it left me feeling on edge for a bit after waking up. (i don't usually get nightmare-ish sleep paralysis)

n so i decided to make it into a little Nightmare x reader drabble where reader has a sleep paralysis nightmare, based on the one i had this morning.

this goes from horror to fluff real quick lmao. hope yall like it! :>

if you want to skip the sleep paralysis, go straight to the pink sentence!

(tw: sleep paralysis. sleep paralysis demon.)

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You're laying in bed, with half of your vision blocked by the hood of your jacket. All you can see is your bed.

You go to lift your hood.

But you can't move.

But you feel your arms move.

You feel yourself move to grab your hood. As heavy as it may feel, you're sure you did it.

But your hood is still there.

You don't see your hand.

Panic wells up in your stomach. You can't move. You can't see.

Gathering the little strength you have in your groggy state, you try to push yourself into a sitting position.

Again, you feel yourself scoot up the wall behind you.

But you don't see anything change.

Your vision feels frozen.

Closing your eyes, you try again to push your hood up.

When you open them, you can see your hand grabbing your hood.

But your hood is still there. and your hand is frozen in place. even though you feel it at your side again.

It's like your vision is broken.

But closing your eyes helped?

You close your eyes, and attempt to push yourself up again.

Opening your eyes, you think you're sitting up now. at least a little bit.

You close your eyes again and attempt once more to push your hood off your head.

It's off your head. You feel it on your neck.

When you open your eyes, you're laying down and your hood is blocking half your vision.

You try again.

You're sitting up. You can see your room.

You can see your window.

Something passes by your window. A shadowy figure. It looked humanoid, but were those antlers?

You're scared.

It happens again.

Your mother is in the room now. You're trying to ask for help, but she seems confused, and you can't get the words out.

She's standing near the window. Not too close, but you're scared.

Something. someone. appears at the window. but not outside it. They're inside.

Their eyes are wide, and they have an unsettling smile. Something about them seems deeply wrong.

You try to scream, and point at them to alert your mother.

Nothing but air comes out.

When your mother turns around, she only seems more confused. She doesn't see them.

Are you hallucinating?

You see something else in the corner of your eye. A dark figure.

You turn your head to look at it.

... Nightmare?

It's Nightmare. He's standing at the foot of your bed. Looking at you with a calm, yet concerned expression.

You remember you'd been living in his castle for a while now. This is your room in the castle... So why is your mother here?

Looking back, your mother and the unsettling person is gone.

Everything seems clearer. You feel like you can move better.

You look back at Nightmare as he walks closer. "Nightmare?" You spoke. You can speak again.

He stops next to you and places a hand on your head, comfortingly petting your hair. "You are safe. It is only sleep paralysis." His tone is soft, made to comfort you, and it works. You feel some of the fear melt away. You feel protected.

"Sleep paralysis?" You remember what it is, and it makes sense, but you ask anyways.

"Yes." He leans down and places the hand not petting your hair on your chest, just below your collar bones. "You should wake up now."

Everything fades out.

And you open your eyes.

Nightmare is sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a hand on your forehead. He'd pushed the hood off your eyes while you were asleep.

He opens his eye a second after you, and smiles warmly. "There you are."

You blink up at him, but immediately decide not to do that again, as the fear of falling back in runs through you. Instead, you decide to sit up, and Nightmare retreats his hand as you do, looking slightly more concerned, as he likely noticed your fear.

He places the same hand on your back to rub soothingly, and leans a bit closer, using the other to gently guide your chin to look at him. "Don't worry. You are safe.. I'm here." His words are firm, but so gentle.

Your face is warm at how intimate his hand on your chin feels, and his very smooth and handsome voice in your ears, yet it also helps so much to relax you and make you feel safe.

Half to distract from the warmth in your face, even though he's definitely noticed, judging by how his expression turns more smug than concerned, and half out of genuine curiosity, you finally speak. "Um... was that- was that really you in my dream?"

It seems to work to distract him as he answers. Moving his hand from your chin to tuck some hair out of your face as he does so.

"Darling, that wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare." His expression regains a bit of concern for a moment as he pauses, but it's gone before he speaks again. "But yes, that was me. I'd felt your fear as I was passing by your room, and when I came in, I saw that you were having a nightmare, so I decided to lend my aid." His hand had moved from your hair once he was done righting it, and is now resting on the bed, next to your thigh.

"I'm sure you know of my ability to enter and control dreams and nightmares. Sleep paralysis is no different. I was happy to help you out of yours, little shadow." His smile is fond as he raises his hand once more to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it, leaning a little closer as he does.

Your cheeks feel warm again, at how close he is, and how gentle his hand is on your cheek. You can't help the urge to lean into his touch, and so you don't even try to fight it, placing your hand over his as you lean into it.

Even though you know you weren't in any real danger, you still feel like he saved you. You're grateful to him. You're not sure how to repay him, but you do know what you so badly want to do in this moment.

Placing your free hand over his collar bone and lightly grip at his sweater, you lean a bit closer to his face, and look down at his mouth. but you stop there and look to the side.

You retreat that bit you'd just leaned in, your face feeling much warmer now. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe your lack of good sleep gave you too much confidence. As if The Guardian of Negativity would want to kiss you. What were you thinkin-

Nightmare chuckles. You look back at him with widened eyes.

His smug expression is mixed with that of fondness... You sometimes forget that he can basically read your mind... Fuck.

You look away again. Your face feels like it's burning.

But you quickly look back when he gets much. much closer. His hand moving from your cheek to the side of your neck, and brushing into the hair on the back of your head, while his other hand slides down your back to the lower half.

He chuckles again, no doubt at how red your face is, and your shocked expression. "Darling, if you thought I wouldn't want to kiss you just as bad as you want to kiss me right now, you'd be sorely mistaken.~" He just about purrs, inches from your mouth.

The hairs on your neck and arms stand as he speaks, and both your hands ball into his sweater over his chest. You didn't think you could get warmer, but you do.

His cheeks are looking a little flushed too as the lid over his socket lowers, and he looks down at your lips, before slowly, and gently closing the gap.

It's a very tender and loving kiss. Not what you were expecting coming from him, but it's amazing.

You lean into it the moment the shock melts away. You feel like you're melting in his arms.

After another long, blissful moment, he pulls away, before picking you up to move you over and make room for him on your bed, and climbs in next to you.

Once he's laid down, he pulls you close again, and combs through your hair, nuzzling your face, before sighing into your cheek, and then kissing it. "You make me soft..."

You're so full of warm feelings right now, it's almost overwhelming, and you hope it's not overwhelming for him. It's all so hard to believe, but seems so genuine. More genuine than you'd ever seen Nightmare. To think he'd let his guard down so much with you.

You almost let out a giddy giggle as you bury your warm face in his sweater, just under his chin, and he wraps his arm tighter around you, using one of his tentacles to pull your blanket over both of you.

As you lay comfortable and warm in his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall against you with his breath, you start to feel yourself falling back to sleep. You forget you even had that nightmare before all this.

The last thing you hear and feel before you're asleep again is Nightmare placing a kiss on the top of your head and speaking, almost in a whisper.

"Goodnight, little shadow."

#had to hold myself back from turning this suggestive lmao #wanted it to jus b fluff so ppl who don't like suggestive can enjoy it to :>#nightmare feels a bit out of character here #but that could just be bc out of context. him being super soft to someone seems vry out of character lmao #reader makes him feel soft and mushy inside #n he's finally letting that out wif cuddles :3 #i thought abt making it rice bc this feels more in character for him #but yall barley know rice lmao if at all #don't even have his design out. so ye #nightmare x reader #i rly like the 'little shadow' nickname for nightmare's reader -v-)#nightmare sans #dreamtale #undertale #undertale au #sleep paralysis #didderd writes #the person in the nightmare with the unsettling smile actually looked kinda like chucky the doll but with like. an adults body #i was gonna kinda describe that. but this felt like it kept the pacing better :p

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bestomato · 1 month

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i am a celebi appreciator first and foremost. second of all i love MS Paint

#my art #pmd #pokemon #pokémon #pmd explorers #pmd eos #celebi #dusknoir #and a very small spiritomb running away #ft. grovyle's eyeball #i will draw grovyle at some point ok #replaying with the intent of seeing more of her dialogue bc my brain is so mushy and forgor #played this for the first time in the span of a few months ago so everything feels scattered now LOL #and tbh i don't remember much #what i DO remember though is that celebi deserved to be onscreen more #also front face celebi is kinda cursed. love them.#been a while since i post MS paint doodles too.. damn..

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the---hermit · 6 months

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I showed my mom my progress with my mushroom cardigan and she was like "you'll look like a gnome in the woods" tis precisely the goal mother.

#i am so excited!!!#i finished the second sleeve and attached it #and i started sewing all the mushies #it's still kinda formless because i have not finished sewing it but i will wait when i am done attaching the mushrooms #and then the only thing lift will be making a nice ribbed border #it turned out to be not baggy as i had originally planned but it will look adorable with a simple turtle neck under it #cris speaks #the---hermit

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vrieseasees · 2 months

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Ginko

#kinda of a redraw from.. forgot the episode title uhhhh #One-Eyed Fish #with young Ginko #i loved the fish design a lot and that scene #ended up trying the pattern brushes #kind of* oops grammar typo #mushi shi #mushishi #ginko

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gyunikum · 9 months

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Käärijä is ready to let cha cha cha go, I hope he can soon. Let Häärijä wear the yellow or green bolero, so that Käärijä can put more focus on his usual music, while also having the opportunity, time, and creative freedom to experiment to his heart's content. That way he can compartmentalize cha away into its folder, still perform it because it is the song that rocketed him into fame, and not grow to hate it.

(P.S. My liege, pls feed me I crave your bangers)

#ngl im getting bored of it too #i need NEED more music from Käärijä i need the bangers that slap me around #and i will return to cha cha cha sometimes and welcome it like an old friend #i mean he did say that they listened to it a million times and still found it fun and thats (also) why they chose it #but he's allowed to get tired of it #just hope he can have a say in it -- he's at his best when he does what he wants but this type of freedom is not common in the mainstream #there are a few paths ahead of him #i want him to choose the path that will make gim the happiest #he found his audience who will fiercely support him through all because they all want the best for him #käärijä #it is morning i have a migraine im hot and i havent had my coffee yet #i like Käärijä is all #seeing all the videos from last night made me mushy even though some made me kinda uncomfortable lmao #im a back row bitch

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lemonmatronics · 3 months

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I only have 10 episodes of Jem and The Holograms left before I finish the series what’s the point of being alive after that

#I’ve been enjoying this show so much is genuinely upsetting seeing myself so close to finishing it #I know there’s comics from the reboot I can read #Which I’m gonna #But it’s not the same #I’ll get more mushy about it when I’m actually through but man #I’ve REALLY liked this show and have gotten so attached to the characters #Finishing the show and knowing there’s no chance of seeing those versions of the characters again is kinda sad #jem and the holograms

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roboobin · 9 months

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i love being aromantic because it lets me love everyone with my whole heart instead of reserving space for a partner

#roboobin #i have been awake for too long im getting mushy and dumb #but i think about love a lot #not in a romantic way #but i am very love motivated #i say I love you too easily and that's kinda sad I suppose because then people don't know how much i mean jt!! i mean it every time #aromantic #aroace #aromantism

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daftpatience · 11 months

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guys if i did acrylic standees in shape of a pen holder/pen rest would it be cooler to do original art or like. fanart of something (i dont have a poll to poll so tell me if u wanna tell me and if u have a suggestion of a media)

#personally im thinking something nice and timeless like mushi-shi #or ghibli but idk it feels kinda sellouty to do ghibli fanart idk #maybe im being too hard on myself #im also thinking wouldnt it be easier to do these as ceramics instead of acrylics #but im so set on making unique and interesting acrylic standees grr #if its acrylic it has to be pretty enough to work as a standalone piece of decor #but i want to be sure it still reads like a tool as well #if its just a pretty standee that you CAN put a pen on top of or in. it doenst feel the same as something cleverly designed to fit one yknow

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divine-misfortune · 1 year

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Mushy May, day 8. First time.

Rating: Mature (no outright fucking...yet-)

Pairing: Zephyr/Ifrit

Words: 741

Summary: Zephyr can’t be subtle, it’s not working.

If the breath wasn’t almost entirely knocked out of him when his back hit the mattress, Ifrit would have burst into a fit of nervous giggles. He could feel the grin splitting his face, a little crooked but wide enough his cheeks were going to start hurting. He moved to sit up but Zephyr stepped between his knees and braced a hand flat to his chest to keep him in place.

“Stay right there,” the corners of their lips curled into something cat-like. “I like the way you look like this.”

Color had already been present in his cheeks, and it had been since Zephyr first dared to touch him, but hearing that made his face nearly glow red.

They’d chosen the spot on the couch beside him when the pack had settled in for movie night, and dragged the quilt from the back of the couch to their laps. He was used to Zephyr cozying up to him, they claimed it was only because they liked how warm he was and usually Ifrit was inclined to believe that, but their hand found its way under the blanket and settled briefly on his knee. They drifted further and further from the initial contact and the idea of paying attention to whatever was on the TV was quickly forgotten when they squeezed his inner thigh.

Ifrit spent the entirety of the movie trying not to outright squirm from the gentle touch toying with his inseam and damn near fell on his face when he got up. He wasn’t casual in his exit from the living room, making a rather clumsy exit the second the credits started to roll. He owed Aether an apology for stepping on his tail.

But the apology was something to worry about later. His attention was entirely focused on the air ghoul and the pressure of their weight settling in his lap. Zephyr’s ears perked a little when they finally sat, and they laughed softly. The sound was familiar like the brass wind chimes in the garden, a sweet noise that trickled in and lingered in his head.

“You’re this hard already?” Zephyr hummed, seemingly pleased with themselves.

“Hard not to be when you spent the last two hours feeling me up.” Ifrit snorted. His hands came to rest on Zephyr’s legs but the air ghoul guided him to their waist instead.

“Candle light…You’re pretty but you’re oblivious, I had to get bold.”

“I am not oblivious.”

Zephyr made a low noncommittal sound in response before leaning down and Ifrit’s grip on their waist went tight, thumbs pressing into their hips. He held his breath. They were almost flush against his chest and he could almost feel the pitter patter of their heartbeat filling in the spaces between his own pulse. Always filling in the places Ifrit left empty, and he loved that about them.

“And yet you haven’t noticed I’ve been dying for you to kiss me for months.” They whispered it like a secret, words not meant to escape the space between them. Even if they were alone, it was a confession in earnest that was meant for his ears only. Not even the Unholy Father.

Their eyes were hooded, silvery gaze focused on the slight part of his lips. He could feel his brain struggling to keep up with them so close, with them in his grasp, with them sat just right in his lap. Did they know they were wearing away at his restraint by simply sitting still? His cock ached in desperation, so close to the tight heat of their body but confined by layers of fabric.

When the fire ghoul didn’t immediately respond, Zephyr whined. They fucking whined. It was low and needy in their throat, and the prettiest sound he’d ever fucking heard in his life. They shifted their hips and Ifrit’s dick twitched. He breathed a curse, wondering if they consciously curled their tail around his calf.

His mind raced with a thousand and one images, he wanted to give them everything. Ifrit wanted to learn every inch of their body, what made their toes curl and their eyes flutter, what words he’d have to whisper to turn them as red as the sheets he’d have them splayed out on. He wanted their body to ache with pleasure, until every nerve ending in their body burned with his devotion.

“Don’t make me beg Iffy…I want to be engulfed by you, wildfire.”

#mushy may #void writing #writing #the band ghost #the band ghost ficlet #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #zephyr ghoul #chair ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephyr/ifrit #ifrit/zephyr #spicy tag #kinda

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