i’m the type of person that if we’re roleplay partners and i really enjoy your writing i’ll follow you anywhere. seriously. you mention you’re starting a new blog? gimme that url. you have this new OC you want to try out? come at me bro. i may not know who the hell your character is, or a damn thing about the fandom, but i’ll still follow. i don’t care what character you play, i just want to write with you.

I want him in my bed next to me, on top of me, beneath me.

I want his arms wrapped around me, touching me, making contact with me.

I want his lips pressed against my lips, my neck, my wrists.

I want his warmth around me, surrounding me, filling me.

I want his love, passion, lust.

I want him.

The thief grinned, swooping down on Hakuba the moment the blonde returned home. Hands grasped the detective’s cheeks and before he had a chance to protest or move away, lips descended upon lips, softly, firmly, gently, for but a few moments, before they pulled away, just slightly, breath ghosting over Hakuba’s mouth. “I just thought I’d drop by for a quick visit,” KID snickered quietly and winked. And then he stepped back as pink smoke covered his form and not even a second later, he was gone.

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The detective practically swooned where he stood in the wake of that phantom thief, letting out a long, contented sigh. There was never a way to really predict when he’d strike; apparently, heist notes were only stealing precious stones, not hearts.

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“God damn that Kaitou KID.” ~<3