“I haven't had my first kiss either.”
“Hmm... what about if we gave our first kisses to each other?”
had to as soon as i saw this prompt by @creweemmaeec11
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The villain raised a single brow.
“Are you really willing to do that?” They murmured, but their voice was flat and it didn’t seem as though they were all that bothered by the hero’s proposal. Hero, in turn, seemed visibly eager, shuffling closer to them with a small grin.
“Well, won’t it be a good opportunity?” They pressed. “Then we’ll have good experience for our lover, right? We can help each other.”
The villain picked at their nails nonchalantly. It didn’t seem like they were willing to put up a fight, or deny the hero’s proposal. “Yeah. Alright.”
Hero’s eyes lit up with a strange sort of excitement. “Great.” They turned their body so they were facing them, shifting even closer towards them. The villain’s eyes found theirs and their hands fell back into their lap.
Hero swallowed. They hadn’t realised what a pretty colour their eyes were.
“Okay.” This time their voice wasn’t so confident. “So, shall we just...?”
The hero gently grabbed their wrists and placed their hands on their shoulders. The villain didn’t fight or even make an attempt to pull their arms away, letting the hero do the same.
“Like that, right? This should be fine.”
The villain sighed and their brow kicked up. “Hero, I know you haven’t kissed anybody, but you’re proving you have never seen it either.”
Their cheeks went a blazing red, face wrinkling into a grimace. “This is just practice! It doesn’t have to look good.”
Villain averted their gaze and shrugged. “Whatever you say.”
Huffing, the hero squirmed into a more comfortable position, an inch closer, and their eyes darted down to the villain’s lips.
“I’m going to lean forward now.”
“Stop commentating and hurry up. You’re making it awkward.”
Before they snapped a fustrated reply, the hero gingerly leaned closer, tilting their head, their lips pressing against the villain’s. It was softer than they had imagined, and they quickly pulled back, ears pink.
“How was that?”
The villain stared at them in disbelief. “Hero, that was a peck.”
“We touched lips. It’s still a kiss.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance to kiss back,” they murmured, sliding their hands closer to their neck. The hero released a sharp sigh and waved their arm.
“Okay. Fine. Let’s try again then,” they demanded, squeezing their shoulders. “For longer, this time.”
They both met in the middle and the hero was as surprised the first time when the villain pressed their lips against theirs, a little firmer. They squeezed their eyes shut.
“Move your lips,” the villain whispered against their mouth. The hero hummed in response and they shyly obeyed, making the villain smirk devilishly.
The hero’s eyes snapped open in surprise when the villain’s hand gripped the back of their neck, pulling them closer, and their lips moved more feverishly against theirs than before. They were moving expertly against theirs, making shivers roll down their spine.
Heat burned their cheeks as they clumsily tried to match the villain’s movements, feeling more like they were being devoured than practicing innocently.
When the villain pulled away, the hero gasped for breath, their stomach fluttering with butterflies.
“I thought...” They were breathless and weak in the knees. “I thought you’d never kissed anyone!”
With a smirk on their lips, the villain merely chuckled. “Well. Maybe I lied.”
But before Hero could scold them, Villain was already kissing them again.
What do you call this brand of man?? Local idiot gallant trying is best?? I need to know. :V
yoo did anyone hear about that special place? i think men can go there to emancipate the tyranny and bloodlust of their rulers or something idk
(happy two years o7)
id: a drawing of the original L’manberg caravan, surrounded by green grass, lakes, and the black and yellow L’manberg walls. end id
Wishing for some august snowfall
(got distracted and end up spending too much time on a painting about me just hating summer and heatwaves haha)
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Post-apocalyptic where Tommy has been the only human for years and he's singing to fill the scilence.
Tommy: He's in your bed and I'm in your twitch chat! Buh duh duh duh duh!!
His voice echos down the street and up the abandoned buildings. He continues to sing, getting louder and louder as the scilence still fills his ears.
Tommy: Your new boyfriends an asshole!!!
A voice from up on the buildings: Woo!
This is literally one of my favorite place on the dream smp. It has such a calming, conforming vibe.
I have been technically working on this for a year, I was working on it on Niki’s art stream for those who remember. It took me a while, but now more than ever I thought this deserved to be finished. And I absolutely love the result.
Here have some close-ups
It’s not a lot, but this does make me feel a bit better, and I hope everyone can find a bit of home within this ♥︎
ok but hear me out,,,,,,, them as qpps
“I love you”