#i just know he’s the best kisser (can confirm)
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one and only
recom miles quaritch x fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, MDNI
miles quaritch can’t help himself, he’s always had an eye for the quiet, nervous beauties; the ones with big innocent eyes that are easy to blush and shy away from everyone’s gaze.
but you can’t hide from him, oh no, you’re just the prettiest little thing he’s ever met with your sweet smile and light, syrupy voice. quaritch will make it his mission to take you and claim you in the best ways, the ways you deserved. there’s no way in hell he’s letting one of those military chumps or science pukes fuck up and taint you. because it has to be him. because he knows how to take care of sweet girls like you.
so on the occasion when quaritch catches some low-life recruits ogling you and whispering like teenagers, he steps in their line of sight, nearly snarling with how hard he’s grimacing at them; a thorough warning to back the fuck off.
and quaritch would start going out of his way, finding time to cross your path to rasp “good afternoon,” in your direction while dropping a wink at you, just to see the way your face flushed and how you tried to suppress a smile.
-miles is a gentleman, inviting you to sit with him for meals in the mess hall, wrapping you in long conversations in the recreation room. when you’re close enough he’s leaning into your space and looking at you with these bright wild eyes that never seem to tear away from you, making your cheeks burn under such a hot gaze.
you can’t help but feel giddy and flustered as this brooding yet handsome man has approached you like you’ve never experienced before.
-the first time you kiss, miles asks politely, waiting for your confirmation before crashing down on you to slot his lips against yours. it starts innocent enough, a slow, warm press of lips until he’s pushing into you and kissing you harder. it steals your breath, miles steals your breath.
“i don’t think ya’ know how much i want ya’, darlin’, feel like i’m goin fuckin’ crazy” he would breathe into your ear, his hand sliding above your knee and squeezing your thigh. “wanna do so many filthy things with ya’.” and he would absolutely thrive when your cheeks flushed even deeper.
-and he loves to embarrass you, loves the way you get all shy when he says something or leaves teasing touches over your skin.
-“you’re so shy, little one”
-“oh you sweet little thing, you’re adorable.”
-and yes miles wants to do filthy things with you, but he also respects your initial boundaries. so y’all start slow; you spend your first few times together in his lap, letting him kiss you fervently. and quaritch is a good fucking kisser okay; he will lick into your mouth, tongue running over your teeth or sucking on your own tongue. he knows just what to do to get your mouth pushing against his own, your body arching into him until you’re asking for more.
-and while he tries his hardest to be patient, miles is handsy with you, always groping at your flesh. even fully clothed, he’ll take handfuls of your chest, will run his thumbs over your nipples until they peak. let’s his fingers tease under the waist of your shorts and press into pliable muscle. miles will grab your bum, pushing your center against the bulge in his pants.
-deffff loves inexperienced blowjobs, loves how sweet you look with your big shiny eyes looking at him, your cheeks stuffed with his cock. loves to talk you through the first few times, telling you what feels good.
-“suck on the tip, yeahhh good fuckin’ girl,”
-“you’re learnin’ so quickly, darlin, such a smart an’ pretty girl,”
-“you’re a natural honey, makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good,”
-eeeeep the first time miles touches you!!! he’d make you sit in the pillows, and he’d sit at your side but he’s quickly covering your body with his own. he kisses you long and filthy until he’s got you whimpering into his mouth and he can smell the slick between your thighs.
he slows to kiss you chastely, only pulling inches away from you to whisper “open them pretty legs for me, baby.” he’d run a hand over your knee and let it smooth over your inner thigh, encouraging you to rest your weight over his hip.
from this position he can see every bit of you from your scrunched brows to your shaking knees. he watches you so intently as your muscles tense or when you gasp quietly, gauging your every reaction to his touch. he’s only rubbing you over your panties, finger pads damp from working over the wet patch that soaks the cotton.
“s’get these outta the way, hm?” he rumbles, only having the patience to hook his finger and push your panties to the side. now two of his thick fingers are on your raw pussy, repeatedly dragging from your hot entrance to your puffy clit.
“that’s a good girl, don’t that feel good?”
-and from the moment you tell him you’re ready to take his cock inside of you, every single one of his nerve endings feels as if they’re sparking like live wire.
so now you’re folded in half, got your knees to your chest and three of his fingers easing into your wet hole. all you can do is whine, your face hot with lust and frustrated tears.
“m-miles, please,” you whimper, giving him those big, watery, desperate eyes and how can he refuse you?
“think you’re ready for my cock, little one?” he grins, still pushing his fingers inside of you just to hear the messy squelch of your slick. and quaritch is so fucking hard as he watches you, his cock heavy and leaking against his thigh. he growls when your hips twitch upwards to take more of his fingers, sweet little sounds falling from your swollen mouth.
“look at you, sweets. tryna fuck my hand,” miles would chuckle. “thought ya’ wanted more than that?” he teases, giving you one last thrust before he drags his fingers out of your tight hole. his long fingers are coated in your arousal and he groans at the sight.
“clean my fingers, baby. suck on ‘em just like you suck on my cock, alright?” and those fingers are tapping your cheek, beckoning your lips to part.
“that’s it,” he whispers, bright eyes lowered and locked on your plump mouth taking his fingers, swirling your tongue around them and doing your best to take all of their length. when his digits pop out of your mouth, he’s crowding against you, kissing you hard. “god, y’r such a good fuckin’ girl f’r me.”
miles will kiss you breathless and smooth his hands over your skin. he leans back on his knees, arranges the pillows under you, wants to watch every bit of you when you take his cock for the first time. you look so cute, honestly ethereal when you’re spread out for him like this; your hair fans like a halo, cheeks tinted with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, your lips plump and slick with spit.
and god, the way you’re fucking looking at him right now- with hazy eyes and a pout on your lips in a silent beg- he just has to pump his cock in his fist a few times, groaning when the action draws your attention to his member and your jaw slacks open.
miles looks down and holy fuck if it isn’t the most precious sight. your puffy folds compared to the size of his cock almost worries him, but he’ll go slow, will take as much time as needed to open you up and make this the most pleasurable experience for you.
so he takes his heavy cock into his hand, teases the tip up and down your slit, bumping your clit and occasionally dipping lightly into your entrance. miles will keep doing this until you’re squirming, whining miserably.
“all ya’ need to do is relax, alright, sugar? i’ll take care of the rest, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing,” he whispers, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.
his lips quirk affectionately when you respond, visibly relaxing and eyes fluttering closed, ever the good listener. quaritch takes the opportunity to caress your thighs, lifting them to settle on either side of his waist.
and miles is feeling a bit affectionate for your first time together, lowering so he can kiss your collarbone, your cheeks and lips as he eases into you.
he tries to stay mindful of how he’s pushing into you, but fuck you’re just sucking him in and wiggling those hips and whining so sweetly, miles struggles to hold himself together.
and you can’t take all of his dick, not quite yet but it’s okay, he’s definitely going to work you to that point.
“stuffed full of me, ain’tcha baby?”
and eventually the slide gets easier, and miles is thrusting into you at a deep and steady pace, but too slow to bring any resolution to the building ache of your orgasm.
and he knows he’s being a little mean, but the way your whole body spasms is addicting to watch. you catch his sharp gaze and throw your arms over your eyes, unable to fathom miles looking at you with such want and ferocity.
he’s immediately guiding your arms away, “nuh uh, ain’t no hidin’ from me, wanna see my pretty girl,” he coos and he’s looking right into you, pupils blown and canines poking through his smile.
then he tucks his open palm under your knee, lifting your leg until it sits on his chest, and he’s impossibly fucking deeper into you.
something pleasurable twinges inside you, a pressure you’ve never felt that makes you jerk and yelp, fluttering tightly around his length.
“oh it’s right there, yeah?” miles would whisper sharply, gritting his teeth as he aims for your spongy insides until your moans are punctuated by each punch of his hips.
“miles!” you whine, your head pushing into the pillows as your body arches. your cries and begs are a sweetmelody to his ears, and miles can’t help but grin, a wicked quirk of his lips.
“ya’ gonna come, sweets? go on now, lemme see you.” he growls, arm flexing as he takes your ankle into his grasp, lifting your leg even higher. the position gives him leverage to thrust even deeper, his hips slapping harshly into your bum.
and that’s all it takes, a few more of his deep thrusts has you spasming, muscles strung tight with the beginning of your orgasm. you choke on an actual shriek, breath knocked out of you as miles keeps thrusting, dragging himself inside of you.
“fuck!,” miles grits, the feel of your hot velvety walls contracting viciously makes his hips stutter, but he keeps fucking you through your orgasm until you’re clawing at him, face red hot and bangs sticking to your dewy skin.
“jus’ a lil’ more, yeah sugar? keep squeezin’ on my cock,” and miles doesn’t stop, keeps up those thrusts that have your second orgasm pulling out of nowhere, causing you to jerk and yell in surprise. “oh!”
“shit-cummin-“miles groans, thrusting rabidly into you until he’s buried to the hilt, pumping hot cum against your cervix.
and then he’s nearly dead weight on top of you, lazily wrapping you in an embrace that a little stronger than he knows, but you don’t mind.
bonus:
-okay this might be crack but the aftercare goes crazy y’all, quaritch is very attentive and even a little sweet with you. kisses your skin until he works up to your lips, and then he’s climbing out of the sheets to grab a warm towel and a cup of water. sometimes he brings you a sweet if you ask him nicely.
-then he climbs back into bed, wrapping you against his chest. and of course he’s ego is inflated, he’s back to teasing you and describing quite graphically how you felt around him. he chuckles when you groan in irritation, slapping his chest.
-his nose brushes against your jaw, nuzzles into your neck. “love havin’ ya’ like this. all mine, aren’t ya baby?” and miles knows that you are, just wants to hear you say it and admit that he’s the only one.
notes: okay woooow! so much fun writing this! kinda rushed the ending bc im impatient lol. please leave some love if you enjoyed reading! 🩷
#goddam#this took an embarrassing amount of time#miles quaritch#avatar the way of water#avatar 2009#colonel miles quaritch#recom miles quaritch#miles quaritch smut#atwow#hotsingledragon#my work#miles quaritch x reader
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soulmates 2 - jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: y/n faces her new reality and makes a tough decision
warnings: smut (masturbation), hurt/comfort, yelling, emotional turbulences (?)
word count: 2.9k
author's note: I wish I knew what I was doing ¯\_(ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ)_/¯
part 1
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Three flights of stairs up and through the door you walked past your mom and fell into your bed, crying.
“Did something happen?” she asked through the closed door. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, he didn't,” you cried and heard the door open and close, a few footsteps before she sat down by your side.
“Bean, what happened?” she asked sweetly and stroked over your hair as your face was still pressed into the pillows.
“I hate the universe, mom,” you mumbled and cried some more. The only thing that made it hurt less was that JJ didn't interrupt your thoughts.
“Oh baby,” she sighed and pulled you into a hug. You sniveled and she hugged you tighter. “Tell me.”
You tried to collect your thoughts and focus on the words rather than your tears. “We were out for lunch and then- I don't know why now, why me, why him- I can't break his heart, mom, I just can't,” you cried.
“Oh, Bean, I'm so sorry,” she whispered and wiped your tears away. You were glad that she let you feel sad about it, although you knew she was probably internally screaming about how happy she was for you to find your person.
“How am I supposed to tell him?” you asked quietly, hoping for an easy answer.
“I never had to break up with someone, but I think being honest and gentle would be the best approach,” she suggested, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. She had never had to go through this heartbreak, this pain and feeling like you were betraying someone you thought you might love. For her, it had been a smooth slope from best friends to partners to the confirmation that she had always been meant for her dad.
“He wants to come over later,” you said sheepishly, unsure if it would actually be a good idea.
“Do you want him to?” she asked and brushed over your hair again.
“I don't know. My head is all over the place,” you admitted and she nodded.
“It's an adjustment, I know.”
“You already told Dad, didn't you,” you sighed, knowing well enough now that there was no way to conceal your thoughts from the other, especially when it was something this personal to either of you.
“Can't help it,” she admitted with a smile.
“Tell me about him, not Kelce, I already know that one,” she chuckled.
“I don't know that much. He's a waiter-” you wanted to keep talking, but JJ interrupted your thoughts.
‘And surfer, and most importantly a way better kisser than that Kook of yours.’
“Uhm, anyway,” you mumbled, and your mother couldn't help but smile as she saw how you were acting.
“You could invite him over, just to talk. I would like to get to know him,” she spoke quietly, as if she was scared that he would hear her, which was impossible.
“I don't know if that would be wise,” you whispered.
“You want to break up with Kelce first, I understand. I can only imagine how much that's going to hurt both of you,” she sighed and hugged you again.
‘That feels weird. What's happening?’ JJ asked.
‘I’m hugging my mom. Can you not spy on me right now?’ you snapped at him, maybe a bit too harsh, but he just chuckled.
‘I’m trying very hard not to, but your emotional turbulence is making it difficult for me to remember the orders.’
“Sorry,” you said out loud, forgetting completely that he wasn't actually next to you.
“Why are you sorry? You don't have to be sorry for not being fond of breaking the boy's heart,” your mom said before realizing that you hadn't been talking to her. “Oh,” she exclaimed and smiled.
“I'm going to talk to him tonight, explain it all, and hopefully he won't hurt JJ,” you told your mom, making sure that JJ was aware too.
“I'm gonna be here for you, and your dad too. We won't let anything happen to you,” she assured you.
‘Great, and I'll go break his ugly nose when he even tries to make you feel bad about this,’ JJ said and paired it with a memory of his fist connecting to Kelce’s jaw.
‘Don’t show me shit like that, I still care about him,’ you told him as you watched your mom leave your room. ‘I don't want either of you getting hurt.’
‘Fine.’ You could feel him rolling his eyes at you.
‘Good,’ you hissed.
‘Are you free tomorrow? We could go on a date,’ he suggested.
‘First I have to deal with my boyfriend, then I can think of other things. Now shush, I have to think clearly,’ you shut him up, and he just laughed before leaving you to be by yourself.
You texted Kelce to meet you for dinner at your place and then spent the remaining four hours in between figuring out how to explain it all without having to hurt him too much.
In the shower your mind slipped back to how JJ had looked at you, his comment about wanting to kiss you. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him, his physique, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, his voice that was even more attractive out loud than inside your head. You found yourself thrusting your own fingers into your pussy as he filled out your whole mind and being.
‘Fuck princess, I'm trying to have a conversation with my friends. Can you stop thinking about how much you wanna fuck me?’ His daring laugh echoed in your mind as the hot water ran over your body.
Instead of stopping you decided to take a step further, picturing yourself in your favorite lingerie set, knowing well enough how much more difficult that would make it for him.
‘Are you always this dirty?’ he asked, and you could feel him trying to control his thoughts, not wanting to let you see what he actually wanted to think of.
‘No, but I'm very emotional,’ you replied and he chuckled.
‘You really wanna fuck yourself while thinking about me before you break his heart? Do you even understand how hot that is?’ He sounded way needier than he had intended and a picture of his hands roaming your body, pressing you into the wall at the Country Club and kissing you appeared in your mind. But it wasn't your thought, no, and that made it even worse.
‘I bet you taste even better than I can imagine,’ he growled, and you lost control over your own body. Your orgasm washed over you as you panted, your head leaning against the baby blue tiles.
‘Did you just-’ He couldn't even finish his sentence as you cut him off.
‘I trust you to never tell anyone about what just happened. No one! Ever!’ you urged.
‘Why would I ever let anyone know?’
‘I’ve never done that before, not like this,’ you admitted.
‘I could make you feel even better, princess,” he mused, and you had to laugh.
‘You can pick me up from school tomorrow, but only if tonight goes to plan. I hope it does,’ you thought to yourself and then a wave of warmth spread through your body. ‘Are we even now?’
‘Yeah, next time you could warn me. I don't know how to explain that one to them,’ he said, and you could feel your heart beating a bit faster.
‘You haven't told them yet?’
Instead of replying JJ just showed you a memory of his:
He was sitting on a couch on a porch, looking out onto the march; a yard with hammocks hanging from an old tree, a hot tub and a pier with a small boat docked to it were in his eyesight before he turned his head to look at his friends.
“I never really believed in it anyway, are you sure?” JJ asked the curly haired boy.
“Am I sure?” the boy laughed, and a girl looked at him slightly disgusted.
“Yeah, are you, because I think it's bullshit. Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess? Be for fucking real John B!” she snapped at him.
“Do I look like I have a choice? She's with Topper, you know how much that hurts?” You could hear the pain in John B's voice.
“You had a crush on her for years, it just seems too convenient to be true. It seems too perfect, and we all know the stats, okay?” Another boy, tall and dark skinned, spoke up.
“Pope is right, the odds are so low, you can't blame us for doubting it,” JJ said, and you could feel that he had wanted nothing more than to believe his best friend, but the other two brought up good arguments.
“You just don't get it, none of you will until you experience it yourself,” John B sounded angry as he got up and walked inside.
“Pretty slim chances,” JJ mumbled and the memory vanished.
“Oh,” you sighed out loud and got the immense urge to hug him.
‘Yeah, I don't want them to tear you to pieces,’ he admitted.
‘But they don't know me,’ you thought, yet the unsettling feeling that they would hate you didn't leave you alone.
‘I shouldn't have told you about that, not right now, not before- I'm sorry,’ he apologized. ‘Can you feel me hugging you?’
You had to laugh, because even though your connection with him got stronger with every single thought you shared, it was still not more than a cute phrase, yet it gave you hope.
‘JJ?’ you asked after some time, and while trying to figure out what to wear.
‘Yeah?’ he replied, while still only picturing himself holding you tightly.
‘How does one break up with someone else?’ you asked and hoped he knew the answer.
‘If it were me, I wouldn't want you to lie about it. I mean, it would be easier, but he's gonna find out anyway. You should tell him all, not just half of it,’ he was so calm about it that it made you not be as scared for what was to come.
‘My mom wants to meet you,’ you let him know just to distract yourself while putting on your clothes; a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
‘All right, but maybe not that quick. I think we should start slow,’ he told you, and you had to agree, it was all so very fast already. Just this morning you hadn't even thought about ever meeting your soulmate, and now you were about to break up with your boyfriend for said soulmate; it was all quite fast, actually.
‘I will leave you to it, if you need me just call,’ he let you know before your mind went quiet again.
You sat at the dinner table and watched your parents cook. They always cooked together, not losing a single word as they were inside their own bubble.
You admired them, how easy everything always seemed. They rarely ever fought, and you finally understood why, you could finally understand why your parents acted the way they did. And you hoped that you could be like this too, one day, to have a complete understanding between JJ and you, to never have to question your love because you could be certain he felt the same.
The knocking on the door ripped you out of your thoughts, and you jumped up, your parents turning around and giving you a warm, encouraging smile.
“Hey,” you sighed as you looked at Kelce. He had brought you flowers, and you felt your heart breaking a little.
“I didn't know what to bring,” he said nervously. You had never seen him this nervous. “Are you feeling better?”
You nodded and let him inside, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase as he greeted your parents.
“Thank you for letting me have dinner with you, Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n,” he thanked them politely before taking his usual seat at the table.
“It's always a pleasure,” your dad replied, and you could see your mum hit him in the side and wondered what he might have thought about to cause her to do it.
‘I don't know how to do this,’ you cried out for help and hoped that JJ could help you.
‘I could come over, you just have to tell me where you live,” he suggested, and you were so lost in him that you didn't notice the water overflowing the vase and running down the drain.
“Honey,” your mom ripped you out of it and started taking care of the flowers for you.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
‘If you were in his shoes, would you want to eat before or rather after someone trampled on your heart?’ JJ asked, but you didn't have an answer for him.
“Before,” you whispered to yourself, looking down at your feet and Kelce looked at you confused.
You walked over to him and looked at him, feeling your heart squeeze at how horribly it would hurt to have to tell him the truth.
‘All right, that hurts,’ JJ sighed.
‘Sorry,’ you let it slip while trying to find the words you wanted to tell Kelce.
‘Kelce, I have to talk to you about something important,’ JJ helped you out, and you simply repeated the words out loud.
“Is everything okay? You've been acting weird all day, sugar,” Kelce noted.
“Maybe we should go to my room,” you mumbled and walked to the back of the small flat and into the small room that you called your own. He followed you and placed himself on the edge of your bed after you had sat down in your desk chair.
“I don't- You have to understand that I didn't mean for this to happen, it was a mistake really,” you started talking and JJ interrupted you.
‘You’re making it sound like you cheated on him. Very bad idea, princess.”
“I mean, I had no say in it and I want to tell you before anything happens, before-” Your throat felt like it was closing up as you looked into his confused face.
“Y/n, what are you trying to tell me?” he asked quietly.
‘Don’t forget to breathe, love,’ JJ whispered in your head, and you had to close your eyes to focus on the words.
“We have to break up,” you pressed out before opening your eyes and looking at the confused boy in front of you.
“What?” he asked.
“I can't be with you anymore, I'm sorry,” you said with a monotonous voice.
“Why?” Kelce was completely caught off guard. “I don't understand-”
“It wasn't my choice, you have to understand-” you tried to explain yourself.
It seemed to dawn on him what had happened, and he got up and started pacing. “Who?” he suddenly snapped at you, and you flinched at the anger he had in his voice. You didn't want to tell him, not after he had just reacted like this.
“It doesn't matter who,” you whispered.
‘I’m gonna kill him if he hurts you,’ JJ hissed because he could feel that the fear you were now experiencing was a different one than before.
“I think it matters a lot,” Kelce barked at you and you flinched again.
“It's no one's fault. If I could change it I would, please believe me,” you told him but the way he was acting made you question what had ever made you feel drawn to him at all.
“Who!” he demanded and got closer to you, your heart racing as your father ripped the door open.
“Step away, Kelce,” he told him calmly and the boy did as he was told.
“I deserve to know who it is, that's the least you could do,” he said in a broken voice.
“You will hurt him,” you whispered, and a tear ran down your cheek.
‘Tell him. I can take care of myself. He won't let you go unless you tell him, and you can't lie either,’ JJ told you and your heart felt even heavier thinking about how much could go wrong.
“Promise me to not hurt him, please Kelce,” you begged and he nodded.
“Fine, I promise,” he rushed out the words.
“JJ-” You had barely managed to say his name as Kelce's fist found the wall and punched a hole into it.
“Out!” Your dad barked at him and pulled him away.
“JJ fucking Maybank? Are you kidding me? He's a fucking thief, y/n! He's nothing but a dirty Pogue!” he yelled back at you as your dad kicked him out.
“I'm sorry,” you cried out before falling into your mother's arms. “I'm so sorry.”
‘Are you okay?’ JJ’s words melted into the ones of your mom.
“No,” you replied, and she hugged you tighter.
“Never liked him anyway,” your dad huffed.
“George!” your mom admonished him, but you had to laugh about it.
“What? Am I not allowed to be honest anymore,” he chuckled and joined into the hug. “I'm sorry, Bean. That wasn't as smooth as you had hoped.”
“No, it wasn't,” you mumbled, but your tears had already stopped flowing.
“I only made enough pasta for three anyway,” your mom whispered and the three of you started laughing.
‘All right, what's happening? This is confusing me,’ JJ asked and instead of replying you just pictured yourself kissing his cheek.
‘I guess I'll see you tomorrow after school, cupcake,’ he chuckled, and then he left you alone to have dinner with your parents and try to reconcile with all the feelings that you had had to deal with that day.
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part 3
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can you do a part 2 to the nico tik tok pranks
👆🏻 GIF of you killing Nico with your pranks and shiz.
A/N: This one had to be the wiping off kisses. Nico Hischier and his beautiful brown eyes so sad and devastated by your awful pranking. HOW COULD YOU MAKE HIM SO SAD?!?!?! but then when he gets a little sassy at the end.
Nico is packing his bag for his road trip. You’re sitting on the bed, legs crossed, watching every pass of him between his bag you’re sitting next to and the dresser he’s grabbing clothes from.
“So should I get in now or after you put the clothes in?” You ponder innocently.
“Hmmm, maybe after? That way I know exactly how many clothes I need to remove for you to fit.”
“Okay.” You grin, watching him toss his socks into one side. He comes over to you, leaning his fists on the bed next to your knees so he can give you a smooch. He pulls back, happy as a clam, going back to packing as you wipe his kiss off. His eyebrows immediately come down in concern. His brown eyes go to the side in shock before returning to you.
“What was that?” He asks, grabbing a couple t-shirts and tossing them in next.
“It was just a little wet.” You shrug. “Try again.” You pucker your lips up at him. He places his on yours again, then watches as you do it again.
“What… is going on?” He laughs awkwardly.
“Nothing!”
“Was that one also too wet?” He wipes his lips off, looking at his hand to see the moisture.
“A little.” You nod in agreement. “Third time is the charm?” He pauses, looking down at you with hurt brown eyes. Then he leans in, kissing you again. You wrinkle your nose, wiping it off. Nico pulls back fast, scoffing at you.
“Babe, what the hell? That is mean. If I did that to you, you would be a puddle on the floor sobbing. Get up and kiss me and don’t wipe it off.” He has his captain serious voice going. You stand up on the bed, wrapping your limbs around him. He brings his hands to your butt, squeezing as he holds your weight up.
You place feathery kisses all along his mouth, savoring the way his tongue licks and probes at you. It’s so good, you forget you’re ruining your TikTok video across the room. When Nico sets you down, he’s pitching a tent.
“Confirmed, world’s best kisser.” He chuckles, adjusting himself and going back to packing.
“And here I thought I ruined my video.” You laugh. Nico turns, confused, as you cross the room to where your phone was propped up.
“When does that TikTok ban go into effect here?” He grumbles, throwing his underwear into his suitcase.
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“It might in this household if you keep this shit up.”
“You love it!”
“No I don’t. And don’t you dare post my boner on there.”
You snicker, already editing the last few seconds out.
That part is only for you.
#Nico Hischier#Nico Hischier blurb#Nico Hischier x reader#my writing#hockey writing#nhl fan fiction#nj devils
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Lloyd Garmadon Headcannons
warnings: none😋
General
He's been doing graffiti since he was 9
he started when he saw a guy doing it while Darklys was on a field trip in Ninjago City
he thought it was really cool and left the group to talk to the guy
His Tag is either Neon Dragon or Neon Echo
He decided it had to have Neon in it because he uses neon in all of his works
People speculate that he's Neon Dragon/Echo but it's not confirmed, not even the other ninja know
He has a graffiti account on Instagram that has 37.8 million followers and is verified
He also really good at painting and sketching
He's just good at art in general
He watches personal attention ASMR to fall asleep
He's good at sewing
He pretty much never posts on his socials, but when he does they get more likes and views than the other ninjas posts
he's the quote "short guys have the prettiest faces and the sassiest attitudes"
he's so sassy
when the Ninjas do interviews people always talk about his sass attacks
there are compilations of him being sassy on tiktok, Instagram reels, and YouTube
Kai's the fan favorite for his looks and how often he posts, but lloyd is the fan favorite for personality and level of cuntiness
Literally everyone in Ninjago loves Lloyd(except the badguys but yk)
Out of all the ninjas he has the 2nd biggest arms(Cole has the biggest)
Girls go crazy for his arms
He's so respectful towards women
He can start a conversation with anyone about anything
He is SO SO SO good with kids
A mom of 2 will be taking the bus home from somewhere, her youngest kid is a couple months old and her oldest is 4 years old
The older ones throwing a tantrum and the youngest is crying and the moms stressed and embarrassed bc this is happening in public and she can't get her kids to calm down
Enter Lloyd "do you want some help?" Garmadon to offer his services
the mom gives him her oldest and in a matter of seconds the kid is happy and smiling
he's not even sure what he did to get the kid so happy
THEN, bc one is never enough🙄, "I can help calm that you down too if you want"
So the mom gives him the newborn and again in a couple seconds the newborn isn't crying
kids just love him🤷♀️
He has really unique insults
"your personality is like a wet napkin at a party"
"your fashion sense if like a blindfolded toddler picking out clothes"
"Your ideas are so dull, they make beige look vibrant"
"Your sense of humor is drier than a desert in a drought"
"You're as useful as a screen door in a submarine"
and you best bet they all make it into the Lloyd Garmadon sassy compilations
He has FAST comebacks, he never misses a beat with an insult
Dating
He does a HARD launch
people will be chilling thinking he's single and then one day BAM
he posts something on Instagram announcing he's in a relationship
its 10 pictures of you, him giving you flowers, you guys kissing, you guys cuddling
it's like if you searched relationship goals on Pinterest
and the caption is something like "Happy 1 year babe🫶🫶 I can't imagine my life without you"
everyone in the comments is shocked that he kept your relationship secret for a year
Except the ninjas
who are commenting things about being happy he's finally announced it
I know for a fact Kai would commet "I'm glad you finally announced this, I have hundreds of pictures of you two I've been needing to post🙄"
You're his muse
He does graffiti pieces inspired by you
He also tells you he's Neon Dragon/Echo
He tries to teach you how to do graffiti
He's the type to read and annotate books you like
Collarbone kisser
Helps you figure out fits
MATCHING OUTFITS.
He would embroider a little heart in your favorite color, or your favorite flower into the cuffs of all his hoodies
He doesn't care if you're taller or shorter than him, just don't be the same height as him and ur good
After what happend with Harumi he would struggle to believe you actually like him for a while
Even after you prove you really do like him, he still struggles to express how he feels about you and be completely honest with you
Secret or forbidden relationship trope
he fell first and harder
also soulmate trope
he pays attention to everything you do and knows ur needs, wants, and actions before you do
(yk when Elenor anticipated Chidis sneeze in The Good Place, yea he's Elenor, you're Chidi)
"No I have a partner" instead of "Sorry, I have a partner"
he has awful abandonment issues so he's either really clingy or he pushes you away and doesn't talk to you
He doesn't do sass attacks or insult you(to often)
Kai will be recording a vlog to post to YouTube and you'll say something stupid, Lloyd will look at you like he wants to insult you but be doesn't
The fans see that clip and go crazy
"Lloyd holding back his insult is how you know he's in love"
The ship edits go HARD
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Since Harry and 1dbandmember!reader didn't shy away from being close, did any of the fans suspect them to be dating or shipped them during their one direction days? Was there any specific event that occurred that made people question it?
oh for sure bestie. they've been shipped together as earlier as their XFactor days. And she was also shipped with the rest of the boys too, especially Louis since that whole childhood best friends to lovers trope was too good to just not believe in.
Of course interviewers would have no shame in asking inappropriate questions and comments towards the band, especially YN:
"Out of all the boys in the band, who would you want to sleep with, YN?"
"But there's obviously intense amount of sexual tension in the band, right? I mean, look at you guys."
"Alright YN, here's the question that everyone is just dying to know: which 1D boy is the best kisser?"
20% of the time, (non)fans hated on her for being so close to Harry and the rest of the boys, calling her a slut for thinking she slept with all of them and things like that. But the other 80% percent of the time, the fans would ship the two with such a passion that the fandom begun to believe it with no actual confirmation from the band members.
But there were a couple of times during their One Direction days where the two's actions was all the confirmation they needed:
During a show for their Up All Night tour, the two have been talking, making jokes, and laughing all night on stage. Like during one of Niall's short speeches, YN would quickly walk over to Harry, take out his ear-piece, leaning up on the tips of her toes to say something close to his ear that would leave him squinting his eyes shut in a laugh.
Or while they all sit on the couch in the middle of the stage (YN sitting down on one of the cushions and Harry sitting on top of the back of the couch) he would tap her on the shoulder and beckon her with a small curl of his fingers. She would already be taking out her ear-piece to lean closer to his bent figure. She would roll her eyes with a smirk at whatever he said and would lean her head back further to reply to his ear. And the fans would just have to stand at their seats with a burning desire to know what they were talking about; it killed them that they couldn't hear their conversations.
But one talking interaction that had the fans scream their heads off was during an interlude before I Want. They get all excited at the sight of Harry drifting over to where YN is leaning against the fancy dining table on stage. He's coming to her from her right so it was a natural instinct to want to speak into her right ear. But with all the ear-piece pulling, YN's skin started to feel irritated. So as she turns to her head so he can say whatever he has to say into her left ear instead, their noses bump together unexpectedly. The fans that captured the interaction pause, zoom in and screenshot what looks to be the two going in for a kiss. The picture circles the Internet for a while and it becomes the first of many fan fiction cover titles.
Another fan favorite interaction fans died over was the infamous human pyramid for their Take Me Home Tour. So at the bottom it was Liam, Harry, YN with Zayn and Louis for the second layer, topped with a blonde Irish lad. Forget the sexual jokes and innuendos thrown YN's way (she would find them kind of funny at times) from the way her face cringed and laughed at the weight of Louis's knee digging into her back.
All the fans cared about was the time when Harry discreetly spread his long fingers over hers in a way of comfort, encouraging her to keep strong, and letting her know that he felt the same pain. The fans who were at the B Stage's barricade zoomed their cameras in on their hands. They were able to capture the way YN's index finger hooked over his pinky and they way Harry's fingers curled to grip hers the best way he could from their position.
And when the Night Changes music video behind the scenes feature for Harry's dates came out, it easily became the most liked bts video from all their music videos for one very specific reason: YN. For the boys who didn't use their actual significant other to film the "you" parts of the video, YN was the stand it. The bts cameraman had filmed a side of view of Harry actually tying the laces of her skates up and bringing her onto the ice with him. Before they actually started to film anything for the official video, the two can be seen slowly circling around the ice as they chat and smile at one another.
There's another shot of the two talking with Ben Winston on the ice and out of nowhere, YN almost loses her footing and Harry's quick to grab onto her forearms. She bursts into a fit of laughter and Harry can't help but join her in it. It's not long before their competitive sides get the better of them and the two start to challenge each other on the ice: who can skate from one end of the rink to the other the fastest, who can do a cleaner spin, who's able to go from skating to a sliding sitting position the fanciest.
And it was stubble things too: the way they glanced and fully looked at one another during interviews, when they gave each other a five high when passing each other on stage, even promotional pictures of the band when they had an arm around one another for a group photo.
Other times it was deeper, look for hidden meanings situations: One Direction songs, tattoos, possible PR stunts.
But one of the major events that happened that made the fandom and other social media outlets question the two's relationship was when they went on a holiday together with their families and friends on a yacht in 2015.
Why was it just those two band members and not Louis if the Tomlinsons were like family to YN?
It had only been two and a half months since YN ended her engagement with another man before the trip, was her relationship a cover up for her actual relationship with Harry?
Are the two band mates actually merely friends by the way they lounge together on a single pool side couch in their bathing suits?
And then when Anne's iCloud was hacked and even more, intimate picture of the two were leaked and shared to the world, the Internet went ballistic:
YN and Harry sitting together on the back deck of the boat. She has a green bikini on and he's in simple white swim trunks. There are multiple in-actions photos: YN putting a captain's hat on his head as he smirks at her. Another one with his arm going to wrap over the tops of her shoulders and her eyes are clearly set on his lips. And one where she has her hand intertwined with his over her shoulder as she looks out to the water while he stares fondly at her.
A picture of them two napping on one of the huge couches on the main deck. It's a side view photo so Harry's figure is the one mainly being seen but her body is still visible from being in between him and the blue couch. He's laying on his back, ankles crossed while his other arm cuddles her body to his. Fans second guess that it's her until they notice the butterfly tattoo on the hand resting his chest.
YN and Harry sharing a towel after a dip in the water. He hugs her from behind so that the big yellow towel covers the both of them.
A photo of YN sitting criss crossed next to Harry's laying figure in the "living room" area of the main deck. It looks like she's explaining something to him by how her hands are up by her chest. He looks very interested in whatever she's saying and has his hand resting on her knee.
Various group photos of the families with the two snuggled up in one another.
A couple of pictures of them sitting together after a few drinks. Harry's in a Hawaiian button-up shirt with matching shorts (a set YN gifted him before the trip) and she's wearing a matching set of her own. They share a single seat in the entertainment area of the boat: while Harry man-spreads the majority of the seat, YN sits in the tiny space to his right. It's enough room for her bum to touch the cushion so her legs are draped over his thigh.
Tipsy from their drinks, they don't notice Anne taking a few photos of them: a drink in both of their hands as they talk with one another, there's one where YN lazily rests her arm over his shoulders and their faces are significantly closer. Much like the picture that broke the Internet from the band's first tour, their noses brush against one another with soft smiles on their faces. There's another photo of what looks to be them getting caught, Harry brings his glass to his lips to cover his smile to the camera and YN's eyes squint in a giggle.
And the last photo from that scene is the two straightened up with picture ready smiles, his arm possessively laying over and hugging her legs on his thigh.
Since 2010 masterlist
So when their relationship was officially exposed in 2020, there was a good amount of disbelief, a little bit of anger in finding out both were officially taken, and a lot of "I KNEW IT!"
But the question still remained: when did they actually start dating?
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Liability Part 4; Finale
Pairing: College Student!Rafe Cameron x Cousenlor!Reader
Summary: Rafe wakes up the next morning feeling extremely sorry and awkward, so much that he pulls himself out of his hangover to be on time to his therapy session with the reader. She's pretty shocked to see him but after a cathartic conversation, they talk more over dinner and things take an interesting but well awaited turn.
Warnings: S*M*U*T (fucking finally), swearing, trauma, angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol, MINORS DNI.
Word Count: 7.4k
A/n: I love this chapter. It took me so long to write because IT'S SO LONG and I think it's very much worth the wait. This one is directly dedicated to @tee-swizzle cuz she needs this more than anyone😌
Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3
Rafe,
I know my couch is uncomfortable. Please don’t make fun of me if you wake up with a ton of pinched nerves and sore muscles. I work at a public college, I don’t get paid enough for a good couch. I also wanna say, please drink water as soon as you get up, I’ll leave a bottle next to you just because I really don’t want to have to clean up a ton of throw up when I get home.
I’m also gonna go ahead and cancel your appointment this morning with me since I think you’ll probably have a pounding headache and an overwhelming hangover. I don’t want you to feel rushed or like you’re obligated to come, especially with what happened last night. I’ll write it on the report that you’re sick and spiking a fever, no one will ask questions.
Speaking of last night, we should probably never talk about it again if you think that’s for the best. You might not even remember (I hope you do though because that would be really awkward for me to have to explain why I’m so jumpy). I don’t want you to feel embarrassed because I know you were drunk and I don’t want you to feel bad or like you took advantage of me. I don’t regret bringing you home and hearing you out or giving you a place to crash. Please don’t be mad at yourself for being honest with me, I really appreciate that you came clean about some things and I’m hoping that you’ll start to do that more.
You can text me when you’re up, I’ll be back at 2:00. If you wanna stay on the couch all day, that’s okay too.
I never would’ve thought Rafe would be a snorer.
When I left this morning, he had an arm draped across his eyes, shielding the sun that was shining through the curtains from his face and his chest was rising and falling in simple breaths. He had shed his shirt in the middle of the night- which was a pleasant shock to wake up to- so the snoring wasn’t the only shock. I was shocked to see his sweaty, glistening chest in the sunlight, strong pectoral muscles twitching with every move of his body and it didn’t take me long to make the connection that he is an athlete and that I shouldn’t have needed the confirmation of seeing him without a shirt to realize that he’s, well, hot.
It took everything in me to look away from him and pry myself out of my apartment, wanting nothing but to call off and baby him the whole day, ask him questions about his childhood, his mysterious daddy’s girl of a sister, his dad. I also fought the urge to go through his phone and pull out Josh’s number so I could chew his ass out for leaving Rafe in my care.
Or maybe I should be thanking Josh.
I have no clue if Rafe will actually want to talk about what transpired between us, the way he looked at me- held me- and the way that his lips fit so comfortably against mine. I genuinely thought I was a bad kisser until he pressed his lips against mine and I felt myself giving up complete control, allowing him to guide me and, with the mindset that his control put me in, I would’ve allowed him to guide me all the way to my bed. Or the nearest flat surface. I want to know what he thought about it, what made him actually want to kiss me and if there’s more to our relationship than our professional one, even though that’s sort of a given at this point.
It was hard to focus on my clients all morning, checking my phone every once in a while to see if Rafe had finally woken up (and didn’t asphyxiate in his sleep) and read my lengthy note but even now, as noon approaches, there’s no messages from him, zero.
In a small moment of weakness, I decided that I wasn’t going to cancel his appointment, wondering and silently hoping that he would crawl his way to the campus and stumble onto the couch in front of me in time for his meeting but I’m starting to lose hope with every ticking minute of the loud, obnoxious clock behind me. Is this how Rafe always felt waiting for meetings to end?
My phone loudly buzzing beneath me has me jumping, waving one last time to the student leaving my office before immediately checking who the notification is from. A wave of relief washes over me at the realization that Rafe didn’t die of alcohol poisoning in the last few hours and my heart aches as I watch a plethora of messages come through from his end.
Rafe: I’m so fucking sorry.
Rafe: Please don’t hate me, I need you to not hate me right now.
Rafe: I’m such a fucking idiot.
Rafe: I remember everything after we left the bar, but it’s all still foggy.
Rafe: What did I do? Are you okay?
Rafe: I see you reading my messages, please fucking reply.
My fingers shake as they hover above the screen and I try my best to type out a half-assed reply, knowing it won’t help but it’s all that my brain can piece together right now. I all of a sudden can’t stop thinking about him sitting in my living room, looking at the spot in the floor where he had me pressed against the wall and hands exploring my body. I too can picture him there, laying on my couch, biting at his lip while staring, wide-eyed at the screen in front of him.
I’m not mad. I don’t hate you.
I press a hand to my chest, trying to ease the searing pain that sits right where my heart pounds, watching the bubbles appear and disappear on the screen. I can feel my heartbeat in my stomach as I lean back into my chair, attempting to get comfortable and try to calm myself down, telling myself that I’d be okay if all of a sudden he left my life but I’m not so sure I know if that’s true or not.
Rafe: I kissed you.
“Fuck.” I mutter to myself, looking up from my phone and at the lava lamp in the corner of the room, trying to steady my breathing as I think of something to say, something that’ll be vague enough to dismiss that is happened but that will also give him the clear to talk about it if he wants to.
I think it was mutual Rafe.
I feel like a middle schooler with the way that I’m giggling to myself, folding my legs underneath me in my chair as I shove my notebook off of my lap, reaching up to rub at my forehead. We could’ve gone on and acted like it never happened, that we didn’t slip into each other last night, almost too far. We would’ve continued our sessions and he would eventually be cleared to move on and never see me again. It could’ve been simple and we could’ve kept it professional.
So what is it about each other that makes it impossible to stay away?
My heart has to be going fast enough to kill me or at least send me into cardiac arrest, chambers pumping way faster than the rest of my body can keep up with and I feel my head wobble on my shoulders, finally resting my head against the wall for a moment with my eyes closed, waiting for the next buzz of my phone which comes shortly after.
Rafe: You kissed me back.
I snort, letting myself type the first thing that comes to mind but before I can, another message comes through that makes me laugh even louder, earning some looks from the students passing by my open door.
Rafe: Enthusiastically.
Mhm.
I was more than enthusiastic to kiss him, especially once I realized how badly I needed to kiss him once his lips were on mine. It’s amazing that we didn’t fall into each other sooner but maybe there was something deep down in me that realized that there would be no going back and it’s true. Now that I’ve kissed him- that I’ve tasted him- I never want to know a day where I don’t fall into his arms and give into him.
It feels like an addiction.
Rafe: And you’re not mad?
No.
Rafe: Are you just dismissing it because I was drunk and not in my right mind?
I pause, a chill running down my spine as my mind spins, wondering if he’s going to tell me how much he regrets how he got so drunk that he kissed me and how he never would’ve kissed me if he wasn’t so upset and vulnerable. Is this it? Is this the moment where my chest caves in and I have to end our professional agreement because I let a kiss make me feel so attached to him?
Were you not in your right mind?
Rafe: I wasn’t but, even when I’m in my right mind, I think about kissing you.
There it is.
The confirmation that it’s not in my head and that he wanted me as much as he’s always wanted me, alcohol aside. The same thing that brought him to the bar last night, the feeling that made him open up to me in the car ride home and the feeling that finally gave him the guts to kiss me. I could go with it, assuming that he doesn’t regret it and that he’d do it over again the same way if given the opportunity but there’s this annoying, nagging feeling that suffocates me to the brink of typing out my insecure question.
So you don’t regret it?
Rafe: Nope. Do you?
“Fuck, thank god.” I let out a breath of a relief that seems to pull the plug on all of my anxiety, my shoulders rolling as my chest deflates. All of the tension I’ve held onto all morning oozes out of me and I no longer feel the tension sucking the life out of my lungs.
No. Do you regret telling me things about yourself that you would’ve normally kept to yourself?
I already know that his answer will be something along the lines ‘of course I’m mad at myself but whatever’, knowing that it’s for the best if I have as much information as I can, especially if we’re still on track to getting him help and figuring out what’s made him such a loose canon. If I had any guess, I’d say his dad is the flame and Rafe’s always been the loyal moth who gets burned when he gets too close. But, like anyone who wants validation from their abuser after years of abuse, he’d do anything to impress his father.
Rafe: I’m a bit mad at myself but the cats out of the bag and I know you’re not gonna let it go.
You know me so well.
His side goes quiet for a moment, bubbles popping up and disappearing again until everything stops and I huff, a frown tugging on my lips. I expected more banter, more playfulness or teasing about how willing I was last night but based on the desperation hinted in his first few messages to me this morning, his attention must be elsewhere.
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A knock on my now closed doors has my eyes flying open, drool on my chin being quickly wiped off and I take a second to look around, realizing I must’ve drifted off for a bit. I stumble up to my feet with a groan, running a hand down my face before opening the door.
I can barely process Rafe standing in front of me before his arms wrap around my waist, tugging me up and into his arms in a bone crushing hug. My hands hover for a moment over his back, processing the fact that in just a half an hour, he’s here, in front of me, clinging to me like he needs me.
He needs me.
In seconds of response time, wrap my arms around him tightly, fingers dragging up and down his back as his back rumbles in quiet cries. I try my best to bite back all of the questions- ‘how did you get here’, ‘why are you crying’, ‘what took you so long’- and instead, I press a simple kiss to the side of his head with a pained sigh.
“I needed to see you.” He mutters, head tilting so he can tuck his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in as I do the same, finally feeling the tips of my toes touch the ground once more. He reaches back to shove the door closed with a loud thud, his hand cupping the back of my neck as I arch my body into his. I can feel his racing heartbeat and how his breathing mellows after a few moments of being in my arms but he doesn’t make any move to let go of me.
“I’m here.” I tremble, feeling his shoulders droop at my confession. He sniffles loudly and his arms finally slack from around my waist, settling me completely on the flat ground and he leans back to look down at me. His cheeks are flushed cutely and his beautiful eyes are lined with tears and an angry shade of red tints the whites of his eyes.
“I’m on time for our appointment. Did you cancel it?” He asks, reaching up to rub at his eyes.
“No, I was hoping you’d still come. Didn’t expect to be swept off my feet though.” I giggle, feeling him let go of me completely before taking a hefty step back, linking his hands in front of him as he awkwardly sways, suddenly recovering from showing such blatant emotion.
“Sorry, I just-”
“No, it’s okay.” I smile as softly as I can, hoping that he won’t take my surprise as disappointment and run out of here as soon as he gets the wrong idea. “Why do you look like you’ve been crying?” I ask softly, sitting down in my chair as he plops down onto the couch with a huff, running his hands along the top of his head with a sad laugh, sniffling loudly as I pass him a box of tissues. I had him in my arms and now he’s feet away from me. Too far from me.
“I was a mess in the taxi on the way here, poor dude didn’t know what the fuck to say to me.” He looks over at the lava lamp briefly and for a second I think he’s going to start crying again just at the realization that it’s lit and shining brightly beside him. Before he can break down again, I call out his name calmly.
“Rafe-”
“I need to talk to you.” He pleads, cutting me off, and his voice hints with a bit of desperation and I can hear that he’s so close to breaking. He looks up at me with a pitiful look that has my heart aching painfully in my chest. “I just need you to listen, no notebook, no snarky comments.”
“Okay.” I nod immediately, leaning back in my chair to get comfortable but he holds a hand up to me, swallowing deeply before a bashful look passes through his expression with a shy smile.
“Another thing-” He sighs, scoffing internally at himself as he scoots over on the couch. “Can you not sit all the way over there?” I can’t fight the excited beat of my heart as I think about being so close to him again, my body heating up and my thoughts running painfully fast but in all the best ways.
“Off the record talk?” I ask with a teasing grin.
“God, please just get over here.” He begs, and my body lifts immediately to step around the table that was separating us, lowering myself down beside him. I gulp at the way that his arm extends on the back of the couch beside me and I instantly turn my body and curl my knees up to my chest so I can face him. “I don’t really know where the fuck to start.” He rubs a hand over his face and, to help, I reach out to place my small hand on his bicep, capturing his attention and seemingly calming him down.
He takes a deep breath before speaking.
“When I was 10 my doctor thought I had bipolar or BPD or some shit. When they talked to my dad, he shut them down because he didn’t want them to know that the most well known guy in our town was actually beating the shit out of his eldest kid.” I can already feel the bile rising in my throat and I can tell that this talk isn’t going to be easy on Rafe but it’s also going to be nearly impossible for me to hear about him being hurt for so many years on end without any help or advocacy. “I knew that there was something wrong with me, Rose made snarky comments about it all the time, I asked my dad for help a lot- I told him that something wasn’t right. I was just so fucking angry all the time at everything.” His hands shake unsteadily in his lap and without thinking, I reach out to take his hands in mine, gripping them tightly as a reminder that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. “I’d key cars, I’d smash windows, I’d break shit, I’d beat the living crap out of people and there were always reasons but not that justified that big of a reaction.”
“You were lashing out because of how you were being treated. You would’ve rather gotten negative attention than no attention at all. It makes sense, it’s valid.” He nods at my words but doesn’t seem to let them process, his chest rising and falling in a strained breath and I can tell he’s trying to muster an appreciative smile.
“I started cocaine at like seventeen. My dad knew, he bailed me out a few times when I’d fucked up and forgot to pay dealers. He didn’t get me help, he didn’t offer me help. He just wanted me to shut the fuck up and stay out of his way. I could do anything I wanted if I just stayed out of his way.” Fuck he’s way worse than I would’ve anticipated. This boy needs years worth of trauma therapy. “Sarah hated me because I did such bad shit to her friends, things that I should never have wanted to do and she swore that I was just taking advantage of my dad. What she didn’t realize is that, every time he took his shit out on me, he wasn’t taking it out on her or Wheezie. They never saw it, they never saw how badly he had me fucked up. Rose did and she just didn’t care.”
“Rafe you were dealt a shit hand from a young age and, though you claim to have done horrible things, you still protected your sisters no matter how they felt about you. That takes courage.”
“I did everything in my capability to help without it being a nuisance. I did the bare minimum, I was lazy. And my dad was just getting so sick of dealing with me and getting me out of trouble so he told me, I had to apply to colleges and that he would pay for it but I had to get out of his hair and his house. I didn’t have an option.” He gulps, eyes meeting mine in a disheartened, broken look and I find my heart cracking in my chest. He looks so small, so helpless as he scoots impossibly closer to me, his arm now closing in around my back to rub between my shoulderblades. “It’s why I do the bare minimum to stay here to avoid making him mad but I never wanted to be here. When he found out about our sessions, he got afraid that I would open up to you about him and that a case would be opened up against him because Wheezie is still a minor and you’re a mandated reporter.” Dots connect in my head, dots that I should’ve put together before but I didn’t. “He wanted to beat it into me that, to keep the family together, I had to man up and suck it up.” His voice wobbles and cracks as a few stray tears escape his eyes, my hands immediately reaching up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing his tears away. He sinks into my touch, shoulders relaxing a bit as he leans into me. “Stop looking at me like that.” He mutters with a gentle, boyish pout.
“Like what-”
“Like you’re sorry for me.” His hand reaches up to rub at the back of my neck, thumb brushing beneath my ear, the touch soothing him.
“I’m not as sorry for you as I am sorry for your dad when I stick my fist down his throat.” He cracks a smile finally, eyes fluttering shut in a brief moment of relief and I allow myself to finally relax against him, the tension in the air soothing a bit.
“I think that’s adorable.” He whispers, fingers fisting the back of my shirt as he leans completely into me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck once more. I rub his arm soothingly, hesitantly pressing a comforting kiss to his temple, lingering a bit against his skin.
“You didn’t deserve any of it. Maybe you deserve to be in counseling, maybe you deserve some rough love- I don’t know. You don't deserve to lose a parent and then get the shit beat out of you for years on end.” He nods but I’m still not completely sure that it’s something that he believes. It takes years of trauma therapy to undo all of the abuse that he’s gone through and I highly doubt my words of encouragement will do much in the grand scheme of things. But if I need to be the first one to tell him that he’s loved and cared for and deserving of all the good things in life, then so be it. “I don’t know about any of the bad things you did, I don’t want to know. What matters is that you make a conscious effort to not be that person anymore. If you need help, you get it. If you need to talk, you talk.” He nods once more and I can feel damp drops falling onto my collarbone but I choose to not say anything. “Are you still doing, uh…”
“No, not in a while, maybe a year.” He replies, reaching up to rub the tears from his eyes, sitting up with a loud sniffle. “I know I need help, I’m just not ready yet. Not until I know that I don’t have to go back to my dad, that I don’t need to rely on him anymore because if I try to get help now while I’m still so attached to him, it won’t help.”
“Okay. We’ll get you there when you’re ready.” His brows furrow briefly, confused at my words and my lips part, wondering if I said something wrong but before I can apologize, he speaks.
“We?” He asks, a little breathless and taken back, a slight red dusting to his cheeks.
“You think I’m gonna run away now that I know you’ve got some skeletons in your closet?” I tease, reaching out to pat his cheek sweetly, thumb brushing against his collarbone.
“You don’t even know half of it.” He scoffs, eyes lowering to his lap in a bashful look.
“Are you still that person?” I ask and he shakes his head almost immediately.
“No.” I shrug and he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re not freaked out?”
“Am I still here?” I ask him and he smiles softly, realizing the point I was getting at. “I’m still here, even after you cried and almost threw up in my mouth. My mouth, Rafe.” The memory hits him like a ton of bricks and he buries his face in his hands with a groan and a small laugh.
“I would not have thrown up.” He mumbles into his palms and I can see the red blush crawling down his neck and beneath his shirt. “You’re such a tool sometimes, god.” He reaches out to playfully shove me but I catch his hand, pulling him back towards me with a wicked smirk.
“You love it.” I whisper, holding his eye contact in my gaze and I can almost see his eyes clouding over, eyes flickering down to look at my lips. The memory of kissing him last night floors me and I fight the strong urge to lean towards him and kiss him senselessly.
“Yeah I guess I do.” He whispers breathlessly, swallowing roughly before blinking out of his haze. “Are you almost done here? I could, uh, buy us take out?” He offers with a bashful grin, his fingers slipping in between mine.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
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“You’ve never had wonton soup?” Rafe asks me, shoving a wonton into his mouth with his chopsticks, giving me an incredulous look from across the couch. I shake my head with a simple smile, taking a bite of my sesame chicken, humming at the delicious taste. “You wanna try?” Rafe asks, holding a wonton out to me by the ends of his chopsticks and when I reach out to take them from him, he backs away with a small tut.
Shit.
I bite back a wicked smile, leaning forward and parting my lips so he can feed the wonton to me with the most inappropriate look in his eyes, his gaze getting completely caught on the way that my lips enclose around the chopsticks.
“Shit.” He mutters, watching me intently as I chew and hum, nodding my head with every bite.
“It’s really good.” I nod, reaching out with my fork to stab a wonton out of his soup, plopping it into my mouth with a giggle. “Like really good.”
“Glad you like it.” He grins, bashfully looking down at his soup as the TV noise fills the empty silence around us. I can’t stop watching him, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips like and he does the same when he’s regained confidence to look back up at me with wide, eager eyes. We’re both completely and utterly enthralled by one another and, like a spell has taken over us, we set aside our food, acting like we’re done but we both know it’s because we’re ready to move on. There’s an awkward moment that passes both of us wanting to make a move but unsure how to and I know that it’s going to take him making the first move for me to feel his lips on mine.
When our lips meet after a few moments, I can already tell that I won’t stop kissing him until I’m out of breath. I just want to be close to him, feel him on me, his lips, anything. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me firmly on top of him as I gasp quietly. The kiss is messy, needy, like we had been needing this for weeks and we have, the kiss last night was barely anything to hold us over. The minute his lips left mine last night, I’ve been waiting and dreaming of the moment where he’ll finally kiss me again and, given the hungry urgency behind his lips, I can tell he feels the same way.
Like I need air, water, I need him against me.
I moan quietly as his hands slip down, winding around my thighs to hoist me further on top of his lap before flipping us over on the small couch. I squeal with a giggle, my head falling back as he drops down on top of me, strong arms caging me in.
He’s on me in a minute, his body sliding on top of me as his lips find mine. I grip the back of his shirt, feeling his lips parting gently to deepen the kiss and I whimper as his lips leave mine just seconds later, trailing down to my neck as his hands wander under my shirt, cold fingertips making my arch up into him. He curses against my skin as his eyes flutter down to my parted legs that he fits so perfectly between, his fingers skimming against the material of my leggings. I watch him with parted lips, the room suddenly feeling ten times more heated.
“I can’t stand you wearing these.” His hands slip under my shirt to splay across my lower stomach, pushing up my shirt right under my breasts. His fingers dance against the skin of my abdomen, a shiver running down my spine as I arch into him, begging for him to do more of anything other than this simple teasing. His fingers gently slip lower and my head throws back in frustration as he dips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, slipping beneath them completely as I let out a pathetic gasp. He moans quietly, my eyes dancing down to watch him palm himself gently and he looks back up at me, his eyes needy and his cheeks flushed. Without a second thought, he pulls his shirt over his head, a huge grin breaking out across my face as I tug him down to me. “I forgot you're a needy one.” He chuckles against my lips as I pinch his side, earning a quiet hiss from him.
“Shut up and fuck me, Rafe.” I whisper simply, his head pulling back to look at me with wide, teasing eyes, blue hues nearly completely taken over by his blown pupils, lined with lust and adoration. I shrug playfully and slowly at him, his head dipping in a quick head shake. Keep him on his toes, right?
“Are you sure you can handle it?” He taunts, his lips lowering to press against the hollow of my neck and I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers reaching up to grip onto his shoulders as he sinks his teeth into my skin. “You’re kind of loud.”
“I was pretty quiet thinking about you the other week.” I whisper, lying through my teeth but I know it’ll drive him crazy and it does, his kisses stalling as he sits up, his eyes dark and mischievous. In one fluid motion, my leggings and shirt are off and on the ground. My hands help him slip out of his pants as he laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead, loving my greediness.
When he makes his way back between my thighs, nestling in so the outline of cock is pressing against my core, I moan, the feeling of him against me has my mind spinning and his hand gently reaches up to rest on my cheek, bringing me back to him, and his lips press against my other cheek, the skin heated beneath his lips.
“You’re mine...” He whispers, his hand slipping down my thigh to hoist it over his hip. I nod with a grin, my arms wrapping around his neck tightly. I’m not in the mood to play or tease him, I just want to feel him and to know that his words are true. “You’ve been mine. You’re all I think about.” He whispers, his lips skimming against my neck as I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders as an anticipatory anxiety fills my belly. His hand gently ventures under my bra, his fingers kneading my breast as my hips twitch up against him and I pray he’ll get the hint to stop teasing and to get on with it. Getting the hint, he moves away from me momentarily as I take the time to catch my breath, listening to him fumble with his boxers that are discarded onto the floor in a moment.
He’s slipping in me almost instantly, his hips stilling as he bottoms out and all I can do is whine.
“Fuck, Rafe- so good.” I whimper, my eyes fluttering shut as I cling onto him, hugging him tightly as his fingers reach around my back to unclip my bra, yanking it off of me as he breathes heavily. His lips move to focus on my breasts, lips skimming and tongue swirling around my peaked nipples, alternating back and forth between breasts as I whine and writhe against him. I tuck my lip between my teeth as his hips start moving, a small sigh leaving his lips as he thrusts. My hands find his cheeks so I can look up at him, wanting to capture every image- every smile, every blink, every whimpered gasp that escapes him- I want to engrain it in the parts of my mind that I can tuck away and keep with me forever, needing him close and needing to comfort that he offers me for the rest of my life. His eyes flutter closed from pleasure, head falling to rest on my collarbone and my lips press against his cheeks in quick, reaffirming kisses.
His thrusts are steady and controlled but he’s ever so deep, my walls hugging them like he was made to be inside of me, fitting my body like his lock to my key, and I can feel him slowly opening up with every thrust. His body relaxes a bit against mine, shoulders slacking as he drops a bit of weight onto me and I take it willingly, loving and memorizing the feeling of his weight on me. I love the sound of his moans and breathy whimpers so much that I feel myself biting my tongue to listen to him.
“Don’t be quiet.” He whispers, his lips capturing mine in a brief kiss and I nod, realizing that I wanted to hear him but didn’t even think for a moment that he might want to memorize my moans, the way my body moves- I’ve been depriving him. Poor man. I contemplate saying something snarky in return but instead I feel his fingers slip down in between us so that he can rub sensual circles against my clit as I squeal, his hand flying over my mouth with a chuckle. “C’mon, loudmouth- I know you can do better than that.” He taunts breathlessly, his hips snapping against me with such power it has me seeing stars, possibly from the lack of oxygen or just from the intensity of his thrusts and the electricity that’s sparking between the two of us. Between that and his skillful fingers, it wouldn’t be long before I was completely done for, him following closely behind I’m sure. “Fuck, so wet.” He groans, finding my lips in a messy kiss as I feel every vein of him thrum against me, arousal-filled blood pumping through us at an unholy pace. “It was so hard not to just tear your clothes off and fuck you dumb on that stupid couch at your office.” I mutter a quiet ‘oh my god’ at the thought of him sitting there across from me, wondering what it would be like to touch me because I was doing the same. I was sure I was going to hell for it but… “You wanted me just as bad didn’t you?” More, I wanted you more than you could ever imagine. I want you more than you could ever possibly imagine.
“Yes, Rafe.” I moan, fingers skimming up his back and all the way up to his hair, dragging my fingers along his scalp which draws a long, drawn out moan from him, his hips snapping harder into mine as his hands grip my hips, slamming into me full force. He leans up onto his knees so he can look down at me, spine straightening as his eyes widen, watching my breasts bounce with every filthy drag of his cock.
“Yeah? Tell me how much.” He orders and I blank, dirty talk coming up completely and utterly short just when I need it. For all the times I imagined this, I wondered if I would take control and have him completely at my mercy- I was so off because I can barely form words as I watch his abs tense and his jaw grind as he gawks at me.
“I wanted to ride you- fuck.” I get cut off by a firm slap to my thigh, core twitching around him at the sensation and he chuckles, hand soothing up my stomach and past my sternum, fingers gently wrapping around my throat in a simple move that has me clenching hard around him and it almost has me spiraling towards my orgasm too soon.
“Go on.”
“Wanted you to choke me, call me yours.” It’s as if he reads my mind because he lets out an incredulous laugh at the position we’re already in, fingers tightening their hold just the slightest bit as I gasp, eyes rolling to the back of my head and I struggle to find the right words. “I just wanted you- want you. Fuck I can’t think.”
“You just wanted me to take care of you, huh?” He asks, suddenly slowly his thrusts drastically and I feel myself trying to chase the speed he once maintained, hips wiggling to find any sort of friction. “Take care of you like you’ve taken care of me?” He slides back down on top of me, hands caressing my cheeks as his lips press gentle, bashful kisses to my cheeks, my nose and finally my lips. “I’ll take care of you, baby- I’ve got you.”
The pace that he takes next is brutal, snapping against my hips in a calculated way as shameless squeals leave me, his deep grunts only spurring me on. “Rafe, shit, I’m close.” I whimper, tears pricking my eyes as I throw my head back, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as much as I can to help myself stay grounded firmly to the couch, fearing I’ll twitch and tremble right out of his grasp. His fingers don’t stop against my clit, rolling it gently, as his thrusts slow drastically once more, his movements subtle and deep as my thighs tremble. “Please.” I plead, my jaw dropping in a silent moan as his nose nudges mine.
“Was that a please?” He asks with a small laugh and my head bobs in an obedient nod. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me up and towards him as I squeal at the new angle, the new feeling taking me over completely. He swallows my loud moans with his lips, messy, open mouthed kisses that leave me hurtling towards the burning heat pooling in my abdomen and his own groans increase as my walls flutter around him. “Come on, I wanna feel you cum.” He whispers breathlessly, my chest heaving out a breath as I topple over the edge, my lips detaching from him as I mumble incoherently.
I tuck my face into his neck as I tremble, feeling him fill me up effortlessly and quietly as he falls over the edge soon after, the feeling of him seeping out of me- dripping down my thighs- it makes my whole body, my mind too, feel so warm and fuzzy. Complete. I feel as if my whole body is vibrating and I cling to him, his weight resting onto me as he catches his breath. He stays inside of me, warm and safe as his arms wrap around me, hugging me nearly as tight as he did earlier when he surprised me at my office. I smile softly, my hair sticking to my cheeks as I press a simple kiss to his freckled shoulder, never wanting to leave his side again.
I love the feeling of his bare skin against mine.
I can feel it lowering my heart rate, calming my mind and my once rapid breaths. I could get used to this hazy feeling of being pressed against him, his cock softening inside of me as we made a mess of my couch, not caring for one second that we’d have to address our feelings later on.
He pulls away from me gently, a bashful smile on his lips as I giggle, reaching up to cover my face out of embarrassment. He lets out a similar shocked laugh, his forehead resting on my collarbone as we laugh together. I shake my head, the fact that we just did that shocking me to my core. “Fuck.” He whispers, his eyes flickering around the living room as he looks down between us, licking his lips as he thinks for a moment. “Stay still, don’t make a mess baby…” He trails off, both of us suddenly aware of the feeling of a familiar substance dripping out of me and onto the couch beneath us. “Bathroom?”
“Uh, yeah, over there.” I motion to the door on the far side of my wall, a quiet sigh of relief leaving his lips as he picks me up in his arms, cradling me to his chest without slipping out of me.
As we get cleaned up, I watch him intently with a soft smile, leaning back onto the cool counter beneath me as he cleans himself up, occasionally looking over at me to toss me a playful wink. There’s something so domestic, so wholesome about this moment right now, both of us in our most vulnerable forms with bright, flushed smiles on our faces. He catches my watchful eyes every once in a while, a shy smile on his lips but, even under my heated gaze, he's managed to pull his boxers back on and hand me his shirt to put on, his back muscles flexing as he rests his arms against the counter beside me. I urge him to step between my legs and he does, back in the same dangerous position we were in on the couch nearly twenty minutes ago. I wrap my arms around his neck, linking my ankles behind him as I smile softly, giving him a playful tilt of my head, almost saying ‘what next’?
“You good?” He asks, lips pressing against my forehead and he lingers, breathing my closeness in.
“More than good.” I whisper, my eyes fluttering away from him as I chuckle bashfully. “Fuck that was like really hot, wasn’t it?” I ask with heated cheeks and his eyes rolling playfully at me as he scoots me towards the edge of the counter, his hips fitting even closer between my thighs as he grins.
“Yeah, really fucking good, doc.” He whispers, the nickname forcing my eyes to roll but my sass is quickly disregarded at his lips pressing against mine in a short kiss. “You’re mine.” He adds once more, more sternly than the last time he said it but it only makes my smile grow wider and I nod my head quickly, knowing every word is true. “Say it.” He orders against my lips, my hands cupping his cheeks as he waits patiently.
“I’m yours, Rafe.” He snakes his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug and, smiling like an idiot, I hold onto the happy man- my happy man- in front of me, both of us just happy.
Both of our paths led us here, right now, to this moment. All of the fights with his dad, my troubling college days, getting harrassed at the bar, Rafe being shipped off to a college he thought he’d hate, keying a professor's car- it led us to one another so how could we possibly complain?
Rubbing his back gently as he holds me, I can’t help but to throw all consequences, giggling to myself as I whisper, “so how about that pay raise?”
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You know nothing. *Wearing a shoddy trenchcoat and fedora*
Anyways, it's hard to come across x reader content for the inky boy. I just wanna kiss his teef, is that too much to ask? I am a teef kisser. Sean Crisden himself confirmed he's flirty.
Being what he is, charm either comes naturally, or he learned it. Either way it'd be hilarious if he fumbled when the flirting is returned, or he actually isn't that smooth. (At least not face to face.) The best he can do in toon form is a charming smile, finger guns, or leaning against something like he isn't 3ft tall, except he probably ends up slipping and falling over, as toon logic demands it for comedic effect.
The urge to write only random thoughts lolol
Bendy x Reader- Teeth Kisses.
Kissing his teeth in his larger form makes him purr.
No, not purr. Vibrate like a machine.
The first time you did it and he started purring, you sat there for a long moment with him and Tom just kinda stared as you two vibrated lol
If you do it when he's mad, jealous, or overall upset, he'll probably tackle you and lay on top of you? Kinda like a hug.
No, it doesn't matter that you can't breathe. Big man needs cuddles.
Kissing him on the teeth in his smaller form makes him so flustered his eyes disappear under the blush
Then he asks for more kisses, he loves it too much.
Flirting, Bendy is NOT smooth. In his larger form he's blunt that he just wants something more, and in his smaller form he's so goofy his flirting only makes you worry as he falls over.
Definitely perfers your flirting with him lolol
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if gin and sanji crossed paths again what would happen........ would sanji figure it out.. would gin confess ...... who would move first or would it even be either of them?? do they stay in mayne pining forever?? would they ever have a first kiss???? shaking and trembling on the ground i miss them so much. oh fellow ginsan believer please share your visions 🙏
sanji would have no choice but to figure it out because IM HOPING when they meet again Gin is at least slightly less mangy and hobo-esque.
Sanji having an avalanche of Oh god Right you had Feelings for me and i didn't hate it 😳💘
Having someone who is so focused on YOU gotta made you feel some type of way. And Gin still calls him "Sanji-san" and no way that doesnt make Sanji tingle you know....thats a scary older man..
Confession comes from Gin but its not direct he is just very "ah yeah ive thought of you the whole time and never forgot what you did for me, meeting a kind man like you changed my life" but hes kind of subtle-ish about it - expressing those things as compliments that Sanji can be like thanks and move on - Gin very maturely giving Sanji an out (and it kinda pisses Sanji off because if Gin had been more persistent - Sanji would have an excuse ^^ But noo Gin is being annoyingly mature about it while not hiding his obsession at all...what the fuck
Gin feels crazy that he has Sanji within reach but he holds back because Sanji is amazing and important and he cant just jump him so Sanji has to....oh it makes him so mad to have to be vulnerable and confront Gin like "Are you done messing around or we will decide this like grown men" he cant Not recognize how Gin makes him feel - Gin is the only one who have ever been truly His and of course he is attracted to him (despite his best efforts. Gin couldn't be further from being a beautiful woman if he tried) but he is more shocked that this connection they've made in the brief time after they met, is still there and strong, stronger somehow because it's been tested.
my vision is that Gin kisses Sanji first once he confirms that Sanji does reciprocate his feelings somewhat (Sanji just got done bitching at him about acting like a vague weirdo) and of course all hell breaks lose because after Gin puts his hand on the back of Sanji's neck to kiss him - theres no stopping - Sanji's surprised faceis too cute and Gin waited too long for this - he held him in place cuz he didnt want to slam their mouths together suddenly and having their teeth clash - that'd ruin it! (he thought about it a lot) but holding Sanji by the nape is so intimate Gin is worried for a second he is about to get a rejection and a beating. But Sanji braces himself and allows it but starts kissing back few seconds later. Gin is trying his best not to rush, worried if he's a bad kisser (he is, Sanji will undoubtedly tell him so later) he waits for Sanji (who's got plenty impatience in him as well, it turns out) to take the lead while he wraps the other hand around Sanji's waist and admires his strong and lean body, knowing how deadly it is (getting hard cuz its SANJI!!! He is holding Sanji!!!! holy shit!!!)
When Sanji leans away to catch a breath he calls Gin a bastard and Gin is more in love than ever
#i love sanjis 'why is it you and not a pretty lady' sorry boy you gay as shit and this greasy bastard is your perfect match#anonymous#ginsanji
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Hi Gina,
I wanted to comment about Ben Winston.
You used (or you do) to have a tag of Ben saying all sort of negative assumptions… It is imposible that we know what are their real relationship type, neither with Harry nor with the rest of the boys, but I don’t see how it is so unconceivable to picture Ben as at least a key role in their lives.
He literally was there from really early since 1D was created, such as James C was too, they have witnessed everything going on behind the scenes and Ben have worked up his cover up for Harry with his attic fairytale (not many we’re trustworthy enough to be “partners in crime” when these things were needed). I am not a fan of Ben or James particularly, but sometimes these affirmations that you deliver comes from your dislike for these people than from a honest view about it.
Count the number of times Harry has been involved with the LLS vs other shows, he nows what he achieves for them when he attends. I don’t mean this is an altruistic move from any side… but how weird is that Harry is this girl’s godfather but you categorically confirm that you “don’t see them being friends… not at least from Harry’s ends” then why did he accept it?
Who are Harry’s friends according to you criteria?
Thank you
Saying that I don’t see Harry thinking of Ben as one of his closest friends is not me “categorically affirming” anything. Unless you don’t understand the difference between “I don’t think” and “I am absolutely sure”, that really should be quite obvious. And yes, that guess is absolutely coming from my dislike.
But my dislike comes from observation. I didn’t just wake up and decide to like him. Ben Winston gives off the worst vibes to me. He comes across as a self-absorbed, talentless, ass kisser who’s happy to use his proximity to Harry to further his own career.
Yes, Harry has known him forever. That doesn’t mean he thinks of Ben as one of his closest friends. He may trust Ben. But to me, trusting someone enough to be friends, and thinking of someone as one of your “closest friends” takes two very different set of criteria.
Honestly, I don’t know why this is a hill you wish to die on. I don’t really care if they’re best friends. If they are, I feel badly for H because Ben comes across as the kind of person who wouldn’t return his call if Harry wasn’t a huge star. But whatever, it’s my opinion, and while I stand by it, I really don’t care about it. You can believe Ben and Harry are besties. It’s no skin off my nose.
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The Devil’s Lawyer 2
Part 2 of Matt Murderdock x Nice Lawyer Reader. Part 1 here
They didn't talk about the kiss.
To be honest, they mostly didn't because Y/N was trying to avoid Matthew Murdock at all costs. It was not easy.
He was always at the courthouse, waiting to greet her. He would meet her 'by chance' in the street. He would come at the office to talk about business. But nothing else. It was kind of nice of him, if he was capable of being nice.
And she was sure he came multiples times in her flat when she was not here or asleep. But he didn't prepare breakfast again for her.
A shame, he was a good cook. And a good kisser.
No, Y/N didn't want to think about that.
Foggy didn't ask. Well, he clearly wanted to ask, but he knew better.
Don't mess with Matthew Murdock. Number one rule.
He only wanted to know if everything was okay. Which was a bit the same thing. If she was okay, than the kiss was okay, and Murdock was not going to kill them all. That was all he needed to know.
Yet, even if he was mostly on her side, Foggy liked to tease her a bit with that from time to time. Especially when he wanted something.
"You're boyfriend is here."
"Not my boyfriend."
"Can you do the Rodriguez case ?"
"I already told you that I was too busy."
"I'll do the Brooke case. Against your boyfriend. So you won't have to be near him."
"... Fine. And still not my boyfriend."
"By the way, we need to call Karen to tell her we broke the coffee machine."
"You broke the coffee machine. You call her."
"Oh your boyfriend is still here, we should say 'hi' to him."
"I'll call her."
Karen was mad of course, and Karen didn't know about the kiss and Foggy being a little shit about it, so Y/N accepted to buy a new one with her own money.
Difficult to know how since he was too far away to hear anything, but Murdock heard about it and a very expensive coffee machine was delivered to the office in the afternoon.
While drinking what he called the 'best coffee he ever had', Foggy decided that even if he was creepy and dangerous, her boyfriend was not so bad at the end.
Y/N refused to use the machine and bought her own.
She received a sad emoji face on her phone. How old was Matt Murdock exactly ?
And how did he know everything ?!
Once, Y/N asked Nelson if Murdock was not just the Kingpin's lawyer, but the Kingpin himself. Foggy made a face. She had her answer. They never talked about it again.
They didn't want to mess with Matthew Murdock.
That was with this new knowledge that they got another case related to the mafia. Karen didn't want it, Foggy believed everything would be fine, since they were just going to lose again anyway, and Y/N just wanted to know if the Devil would take care of it.
After confirmation that it was indeed Murdock who would do the pleading, she took the case.
Ready to fight. And win.
In the courthouse, Matt offered her a happy smile before sitting next to his client. As always, it was a game to him, a game that he was playing alone, but he still liked to let others thinking they had a chance. He wanted to know what they would do.
Remembering the last trial, Y/N let Foggy talk first, to observe the jury.
Once again, some of them had been paid. It was awfully obvious. But this time most of the people who were not listening were scared.
Meaning they could still change their minds. If they decided to listen. If Y/N was able to find the right words to convince them.
It was not much, but it was something. She could work with that.
During the first break, she didn't explain to Foggy what she was going to do. Murdock would hear, somehow. She just asked him to let her speak next and to trust her.
"... You are not going to do something dangerous, right ?"
"Define 'dangerous'."
"You are not going to mess with... You know who. You are not going to irritate him."
"I can't promise you that."
Foggy let her speak. It was not simple to find the right words to reassure the jury. God knows what Murdock promised to do to them. To their loved ones.
But she talked about justice. She talked about hope. She told them to not be afraid, that if this man was falling, all the others would fall next, and they won' t have to be afraid of anything again. She talked with her heart, and she meant every words. She believed them. For ten minutes, she didn't stop.
Now it was up to them to believe it. Y/N saw some eyes shining. Maybe it worked, a bit.
She didn't dare to look at Matt. She could tell he was staring. He was always staring with his non working eyes, even when she went back to her sit. Foggy gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Even if we don't win, it was beautiful." he told her.
The jury left to deliberate. The last time, it wasn't really long, since they already knew what they were going to vote.
This time, it took two hours. Y/N's heart was beating really fast.
When the woman announced the verdict, she almost faint. She could see Foggy moving next to her and taking her in his arms, but not hear what he was saying.
"The jury finds the defendant guilty."
They won. For real. Murdock was certainly pretty pissed right now, but she didn't turn to look. He followed his clients who was taken by policemen. According to Foggy, he was odd. A bit off. Acting like a robot. But now he was gone, so it was not important.
A victory !
Karen called them to say they needed to celebrate all together. It was huge.
Of course they ended at Josie's. The beer was shit but they didn't care, they were too happy for that. They didn't want to think about the assassins who might be waiting for them at the office or at home. Or that the mob boss was certainly going to find a way out of jail soon. They wanted to enjoy this moment.
It didn't last long.
"May I join you ?"
"... Murdock."
"Hello Karen. Long time no see. You seems to avoid me, I'm sad about that. Foggy, you were good today, congratulations. And Y/N... Dear Y/N. You were... Magnificent. I knew. The moment you started talking, I knew it was lost for us. I would like to say that I am impressed, but I already knew that you were very talented so it's not really a surprise."
"Thank you Matt." she said politely. "And yes, you can join you, I guess."
"You're a darling. Next drinks are on me."
It would have be stupid to ask him to leave. And after several drinks, Matt was not that bad. Not that bad at all. Foggy laughed at his jokes and Karen blushed when he flirted with her. As if they were all friends and not sharing beers with the Devil. The Kingpin.
They only started to remember that he was dangerous and that they more or less humiliated him publicly when it was time to go home. Foggy proposed to take Karen and Y/N's to their place safely, but Matt raised his hand.
"It's a nice feeling but a waste of time. You can take care of Miss Page. I'll drive Y/N."
"You're blind."
"I have a driver Foggy, don't be ridiculous. Now you can go."
"... Y/N ?"
Foggy didn't move, waiting for her to say something. He didn't want to leave her alone with Murdock. At the same time, he didn't want to die.
"It will be fine Fog. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Promise ?"
"Of course Foggy." answered Matthew while taking Y/N's arm. "Good night."
In the car, they didn't talk, the silence being a bit awkward but not tense. Y/N was hoping it was a good sign. She really didn't know what he was going to do. But he more or less told Nelson that she was not going to die so that was that.
As Y/N guessed, when they arrived in front of her place, she followed her out of the car, smiling like the Cheshire Cat while she was going to the door.
"... You want to come in ?"
"So nice of you to propose darling, I'll love to."
Not taking her for a fool, Matt had the decency to not act like it was the first time he was coming, putting his coat on the sofa and joining her in the kitchen when she was making some tea.
He complimented it, even if it was not as great as the one he had in Japan. She didn't ask about that.
"You seems a bit nervous darling."
"I'm 'darling' now ?"
"Why not ? Aren't you a darling ?"
"I was not before. So now I'm wondering if it's a good thing or not."
"What do you think ?" he purred, coming closer.
She didn't move. She was not a coward.
"You really appreciated my indictment ?"
"Darling. When I said you were magnificent, I meant it. It was hard to stay calm and not move from my seat. The more you were speaking, the more it was difficult."
"You wanted to jump on me to make me shut up ?"
"You can put it that way. But I don't think you really understand what I mean darling."
He moved again, his breath on her neck, his nose on her cheek, his hand on her hips and his... Oh. He meant this.
Like a wild animal in rut, he started to smell her, shaking dangerously, his mouth moving near hers. But he didn't kiss her. He waited. Patient. Intense.
He had remove his glasses. Y/N never saw him without his glasses. She knew he couldn't see her but his eyes... They were staring into her soul. And she wanted to fall into them.
A moan escaped her. And it was all it took.
Matthew Murdock was a passionate lover, it was for sure. He didn't care about the broken cups while putting her on the kitchen table. He didn't care about his coat when they moved on the sofa. Y/N had no idea how he was strong enough to care her in the bedroom, and without bumping into any wall.
It was not sweet, but it was not painful. Matt knew what he was doing, as always. And for once, he certainly was not selfish.
One hand around her neck, he didn't leave her lips when she was reaching her climax.
"Will you work for me ? With me ?" he groaned.
"No."
" Do you love me ?"
"I... I don't know."
"My good girl. My brave, clever girl."
He let her came, finishing almost at the same time, before falling on her.
With the tiredness and alcohol, Y/N felt asleep right away. At some point, she was sure he talked to her, but she didn't know what he said. She couldn't say if he stayed with her during the night, but the next morning he was gone.
Breakfast was waiting for her in the kitchen where the cups were still on the floor. Matt must have loved this reminiscence, proud of what had happened. Or he was too good to clean up.
After putting the broken pieces in the trash she ate. He sent her a smiling emoji. What a kid.
Foggy hugged her. He didn't ask anything, not even when he saw the marks on her neck.
He stopped with the boyfriend jokes too. He was not sure it was really a joke anymore.
Y/N wasn't sure either. Maybe it was just another game.
But since she was having breakfast every mornings after this day, and Matt was coming in her flat when she was here and awake... It was better to not joke about that.
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Scenario: Levels of Intimacy
Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif
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Diluc
When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.
Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.
Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.
You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"
When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.
People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.
People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.
Will give heaps of forehead kisses.
Kaeya
Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.
Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.
When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.
If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.
People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.
Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"
When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.
Albedo
Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.
When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"
Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.
Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.
When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"
When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."
Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating
When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"
Childe
Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.
Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.
Would glue you to his hip if he could.
Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.
People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.
Hand holding a must.
Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.
When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.
Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"
Zhongli
This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.
Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.
Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.
Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"
When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"
When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"
When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.
Xiao
Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.
However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.
When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"
Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."
Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.
Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.
When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.
Chongyun
is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.
will gain confidence along the way.
“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway
Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked
When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”
Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.
Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.
When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.
Venti
“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!”
Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.
loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.
When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”
Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”
Dainsleif
the definition of protective is this man
is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.
loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.
Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.
While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.
Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,”
loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.
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88 w/ micah x reader pls :)
88: kisses in which ‘I’ll kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything for you’ but kissing each other, they prove the exact opposite
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“Shut up” you scoff, shaking your head as you look away from him.
“Oh c’mon,” Micah chuckles, swaying closer to you “I know you got a thing for me, only a matter of time before you can’t hide it no more”. You scoff again, this time more dramatically in the hopes he sees just how much you reject his viewpoint.
The ambience around camp is full of joy and celebration. Finally, after what must have seemed like an age of worrying for Abigail and John, Jack is back at camp and in good health. The majority of camp gathered by the campfire, cheering along as Javier sings when Jack first arrived back. You on the other hand, slipped away from the main area of camp when the party began, preferring to keep your distance from the loud and drunken hollering. It was this decision that made you spend the majority of your night with Micah by your side. You were both more introverted people, the only time Micah ever coming out of his shell to insult half the gang.
By now you’re used to his personality, the way he provokes people completely unprompted and flirt with you any chance he gets. As much as you hate to admit it to yourself, Micah has somehow become a close friend of yours.
“Don’t get it confused, Mr Bell” you warn him playfully “You’re the one who has a thing for me, not the other way around”. Micah sips at his drink, not denying your claim but not confirming it either. A chorus of laughter comes from the campfire and you glance over at them, peering forward from your seat on the back of one of the wagons.
Micah, who preferred to rest against the wagon than sit, asks “What? You wanna go over to them?”. “Nah, I was just curious why they were laughing” you dismiss, getting comfortable again and taking a drink from your beer bottle.
“Hmm so you’d rather be over here with me…” Micah thinks aloud, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips “probably cause you got a thing for me”.
“I do not have a thing for you” you say slowly, hoping the words would get through to him that way.
Knowing he’s getting under your skin, he continues “Do you keep denying it out loud cause you think you’ll eventually believe it?”. You shake your head again, staying quiet as an idea pops into your head. It might not be the best idea but it’ll quite literally shut Micah up and who knows, maybe it would be a good idea to finally set the record straight and prove to him there’s nothing between the two of you.
“Ok then, c’mere” you say, setting your beer aside and pulling your legs up from the ground and on to the wagon. Micah watches with a raised eyebrow as you sit on your knees inside the wagon so you’re level with him. “What?” he grunts, unsure what exactly is going on.
“We’re gonna kiss” you reply, reaching out to put your hand on his shoulder. “We are?” his expression changes from smug to weary, obviously not believing you.
“Yeah, let’s kiss and then we can both acknowledge that there’s absolutely no chemistry between us,” you casually explain before jokingly adding “and I can call you a bad kisser afterwards too so it’s a win-win situation for me”. Gaining back some of his confident, Micah grins “Sorry to disappoint but I ain’t a bad kisser, sweetheart”.
Though Micah comes closer to you, he’s still hesitant. No one has ever taken the lead with him before nor has anyone been so confident in wanting to kiss him, even if it’s just to prove him wrong. A part of him feels as though you’ll pull away at the last second and laugh at him for ever thinking you would actually kiss him. He’s well aware that he flirts with a lot of people but Micah never thinks he’ll actually get anywhere, being rejected so much that by now it’s what he expects from everyone.
You rest both of your hands on either side of his neck, waiting for him to lean in further but he stops. Micah gives you a quick look, trying to decipher why you’ve decided to suggest this. You meet his gaze and whisper “If you don’t want to kiss me then you don’t have to”.
“No I want – ugh, let’s just get this over with” he cuts himself off before he can say too much and leans in closer to you. Micah doesn’t meet your lips, stopping once his nose brushes off yours, unsure if he should continue. Taking the lead, you let the feeling of his nose against yours linger for a few moments before pressing your lips to his.
Kissing Micah is what you expect, the taste of alcohol on his lips, his mustache tickling your top lip and his hands moving over yours hips before subconsciously pulling you closer. It goes on for longer than you anticipate, neither of you wanting to end the kiss just yet.
Eventually you pull away, waiting for a moment before sitting back down on your knees and creating some distance between you two. Micah takes a deep breath, licking his lips as he leans against the wagon again. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the kiss was a lot better than you imagined. A warmth spreads to your cheeks as you think about his lips on yours, though you blame the alcohol for that. Micah can’t help it as a smirk spreads across his face again once he sees your slight blush, letting out a shaky breath as he realises you must’ve liked the kiss too.
Breaking the silence, Micah hums loudly, drawing the sound out for as long as possible. You look at him expectantly, wondering what he’s up to now. He shakes his head “No, don’t think that kiss proved anything to me”. As much as you denied the feeling, your heart winces at his words. “What do you mean?” you ask, you voice quiet.
Moving to sit down next to you, Micah sighs “Well before I could decide if I felt anything or not, it was over… so how’s about we kiss again, hm?”. You laugh out of relief, rolling your eyes at his shenanigans. Trying and failing to seem nonchalant about it, you shrug “Fine then, kiss me again”. Holding back a smile, Micah leans in to kiss you for a second time. You pucker your lips, ready to feel him again but Micah stops when his mouth is a mere few inches away from you. “Knew you were eager” he comments, looking down at your lips. Before you can respond, he closes the gap and kisses you.
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Pentagon Reaction - First Kiss
❧ Anon asked: Hey~ tysm for all the scenarios you are sharing. I really enjoy them! I know you already wrote abt the first kiss with Hui and it got me wondering about the other ptg members. If you're up for it: would they initiate or wait for their date to make the first move? Would they kiss you on the first date or wait until later? Would it be clumsy or soft or passionate?
❧ A/N: i need kith pls
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Jinho
Jinho would kiss you on the first date if he thought you were okay with that or if you gave him a verbal confirmation that you were okay with it. He’d be quite a firm kisser but not overly passionate. He’d love to kiss you a lot only if you were okay with it.
Hui
You can find Hui’s here!
Hongseok
Hongseok would wait for the first date to make the first move. He’d wait for the perfect moment to lean in and press his lips to yours. He’d be quite soft, not wanting to scare you off by being too passionate. Tbh he’d make out with you on the first date if you were down.
Shinwon
I don’t think Shinwon would kiss on the first date. I do think he’d be okay with kissing on the first date but he wouldn’t make a move first. If you want to kiss him, you’re gonna have to make the first move. He’d be so gentle while kissing you and the kiss wouldn’t last very long.
Yeo One
Changgu would kiss you on the first date if he felt like you were okay with that. He wouldn’t want to overstep any boundaries. He’d be so gentle when kissing you like feather light kiss. If you wanted to kiss more, he’d wait for you to give him the go ahead to do so.
Yanan
Unless you kiss him, Yanan isn’t going to kiss you. He’d be too shy to kiss on the first date. If you kiss him, he definitely wouldn’t mind but it’d be a bit of a clumsy mess. His nerves would get the best of him and make the kiss a bit awkward but after he calms down it would be pretty good kisses.
Yuto
Yuto is gonna kiss on the first date. I can just feel it in my bones. It would be executed very well but it may be a bit more passionate than you were expecting. It will definitely be passionate if he really likes you. He doesn’t mean to come off too strong but he just can’t help it.
Kino
I feel like Kino would want to kiss you on the first date but would he actually do it? I’m not sure. I feel like he’d get too caught up in his own head about making it a good first kiss that he’d syke himself out. You may need to just kiss him to get him out of his head.
Wooseok
Wooseok would want to kiss you but he’s a bit shy about the whole thing. He’d want it to in a smooth and suave moment but he’d fumble on the execution. He’d be a bit clumsy but overall it’d actually be a really sweet kiss. It wouldn’t be too much but not too gentle.
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❆ Mistletoe - Oikawa Toru
A/N: Another one I’ve thinking of for ages. I hope you enjoy it. Love <3 ~ Sar-chan
Warning: flirting, cursing and kissing I guess…
NOTE: It’s a College AU and F/N = Friend Name
“Fuck… Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Don’t you fucking fall,” you said to yourself as you were carrying two boxes of lab equipment. “Almost there,” you make your way to the door pushing it open with your back. You let out a sigh of relief as you rest the boxes on the table. “Frick… that’s the time already. I’m late to meet F/N,” you tuck your phone back into your pocket as you rush to the door. You rush your way down the stairs to and almost out the door when you hear… “Hey Y/N-chan ! What are you up to,” Oikawa jogs over to you. His towel from freshening up still around his neck.
“Hey Kawa. I was just dropping some stuff at the lab and I got to go meet F/N for drinks. You?” You ask trying to hurry along the conversation. “I just got back from practice. I haven’t seen you all day. Did your presentation go well?” He asked while drying his hair. “Yeah yeah, I gotta go I’ll call you-“ you’re already one step out the door but he pulls you back by your wrist. “Hey I missed you,” he looks at you pout visible. His signature move to get you to ditch everyone else. “I know Toru but I promised F/N. We can hang out tomorrow,” you try to explain. His hold on you is gentle, it makes a blush find it’s way up your neck.
“Fine fine no time for your best friend. At least… at least hold up the tradition,” he looked shy saying that which only made you more puzzled. “What? what tradition Toru?” He just looks up and you see it hanging right in the center of the doorway. “No No No. What if someone sees. And plus we’re best friends. And the - them. Your fangirls will murder me. You know how long it was before they let go the fact that i hugged you once. I just-“ he cut off your nervous rambles by tilting your chin up and holding your hips against the doorway. “No one gonna know. Come on I haven’t gotten action in ages. Plus rumor is you’re a good kisser. Just one kiss don’t be so nervous. We’re best friends aren’t we?” He asked looking in your eyes for confirmation. His gaze was soft as you nodded, starry eyed and cheeks flushed.
It was gentle, his lips were soft as his lips molded against yours, just as you tried to deepen it he pulled away. “They were right Y/N-chan a good kisser,” he smiled as he pulled to walk away but you pulled him back in. Your hands tangled in his locks this time as he pulled you against his body, tongues dancing together, perfect. Both of you pulled away breathless. “Yo- you know that was my first kiss. You didn’t need to lie,” you pout unable to meet his eyes. He tilts your chin upwards, ‘You are a good kisser love. My good kisser right? Only kiss me from now on?” He looks at you a bit worried. “Well I don’t know … maybe Iwa wants a test- “ he cuts you off with another kiss, “Nope. Mine.” He hugs you close. “Yes your Toru. Always have been. Merry Christmas.”
Hope you enjoyed it. Merry Christmas 🎄
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Brother’s Best Friend
Context: Your brother’s best friend happens to be the popular basketball player, Lamelo Ball. And no matter how much you say you don’t feel anything for the boy, your body says otherwise after every encounter/game.
Includes: Smut, Oral sex, masturbation, teasing, swear words, hint of degrading.
Word count: 4040?
My POV.
“We can’t keep doing this Melo.” I whimper as his cock starts plunging deep inside me. Stuck in the locker rooms where he dragged me in there. His celebration for winning the game started early.
“You say that a lot for someone who’s obsessed with my dick.” He tells me. Before I answer him, he picks me and slams me onto his locker. Arms wrapped around his neck as he picks up the pace. “Melo! Oh god!” Gripping his hair as he relentlessly pounds my g-spot. Making it his absolute goal to have me cumming all over his cock. He needs to have me walk out the Spectrum Center with your hole stuffed with his liquids. “Take it baby. Fucking take it!” He groans. Sucking on my neck as he desperately tries to leave me as many marks as he wants. He loves how well I tighten around him. I love how no matter how hard I try not to fall, I still end up in his arms. Begging him to fuck me senselessly over and over again. Rolling his eyes back as I grip his hair yet again. Usually he would say some stupid sarcastic comment about leaving him bald like his head, but my pussy felt so good he couldn’t even muster up the words to say anything.
Omniscient.
Your moans were absolutely beautiful. Something he needs to hear on a regular basis just to even function. Having you fucked out until you could barely stand is what he was striving for. But it was all cut off short when he heard the locker room door open. Pulling out of you, you two quickly dress up.
“Melo ? Are you there?” Your brother Miles calls out.
“Hide!” He tells you. Signaling the shower room, you run inside quickly.
“Yeah I’m here!” Melo stated composing his breath.
Walking from around the lockers, Miles’ eyes brighten up, “Oh there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to get out of the locker room. Hey, have you seen y/n by any chance?”
Melo scoffs, “Do you see her around here?” A nervous chuckle leaves him but covers it up by a huff.
“Asshole. I was just asking.” Miles says as he rolled his eyes. Miles grumbled “I can’t reach her-“
“Well she must’ve been tired. Probably went home.” Melo interjected him mid way.
“Yeah you’re right. Oh I know!” Miles claps his hands that startles Melo.
“What?” He furrows his brow.
“She’s hooking up.” Miles says with stars forming around his eyes.
“What?!” Melo says, taken aback. How did he know? And just when Melo said that, you too did as well in the shower room. Heart racing as you waited for yours and his name to fall out of your brother's mouth.
“Yeah, she once mentioned about this crush she has on Nate” Miles says looking back at his memories.
“Nate? My friend Nate?” Melo says surprised
“Yeah-“
“Nate, my teammate? Number 30 Nate?” Melo says again trying to confirm if what he heard was real.
“Yes! Nate Darling. She’s had a crush on him since I came here. Well I don’t know if she still likes him but she has been running off lately so I won’t be surprised if she comes out of a room with a large hickey on her chest. He’s very goofy.” Miles states while searching around the locker room.
“Yeah well I’m goofy too.” Melo mumbles. Shoving his stuff in his bag.
“What was that?” Miles asks him.
“Nothing! Now shall we get going?” Melo says as he gathered the remaining items and stuffed it in his duffel bag.
“Oh yeah, let’s go, You hungry?” Miles said as he gave up and went to the door with his stuff on hand.
Making his way out, you peek your head. Looking at Melo who merely glanced at you and walked out after your brother.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.
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“Melo, please call me back.” You say to the voicemail. It’s been three days and ever since he found out about your old crush on his friend he can’t even talk to you. Not even look at you for that matter.
You didn’t understand. You two weren’t anything. You guys weren’t dating and on the occasion he’s made it very clear that you two are nothing more but fuck buddies.
“Hey you okay?” Your friend asks you. Taking a seat next to you after grabbing her lunch.
“Oh yeah I’m, I’m okay,” trying to mask your emotions.
“You sure? You know I’m good at telling when one is lying.” She says giving you the look that was so tempting to have you spill out all of your thoughts.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stated while I tried to divert my gaze to the floor.
“Okay but you know I’m here when you’re ready yeah?” Nodding, she smiles and hands you her green apple. The only kind of apple you like. Appreciating it, you take it and take a bite out of it. As she told a story about something, you couldn’t focus on anything but his table. He wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Including Nate.
“Oh my god.” Your best friend gasps.
Averting your eyes from the table you look over at her. “What?”
“Can’t believe it.” She said with her mouth hanging open.
“What? What’s going on?” You said as you look around.
“He said he was done hooking up. I swear if he brings another girl home I’m going to lose it.” She said, glaring her eyes. You see, she is Gelo’s girlfriend and they are both staying over for the week before going back to Cali.
Turning around to meet her gaze, your eyes widen when you see Melo enter the cafeteria with a girl around his arm. No no not just any girl. The captain of the Hornets cheerleading team. You couldn’t tell what shocked you more, that Melo already replaced you with some girl days after he continuously dodged you, your texts, and your calls. Or the fact that he was able to pull the head leader of the cheerleading team. The CHEERLEADING TEAM. You expected one of the nurses which could’ve made more sense. Usually everyone in the cheerleading team tends to take their work very seriously and never have time to not even hook up. Now this, this was truly a shocker.
Walking past you. He ignores you yet again and plants a kiss on her temple. Arm around her as she giggles and holds his hand. What a brat. Following their movements until they reached their table, where the boys greeted him. Cheers burst when he introduces them to her. Who looks to be his new girlfriend.
“Shocking right? Psh wrong.” Your best friend scoffs.
“Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with that,” you say genuinely.
“Yeah I feel sorry too but boys will be boys that’s just the sad truth.” She shakes her head and continues on eating her lunch.
“Yeah…” you mutter watching as he converses with his friends. His arm is still around her neck. “You’re right.” You finish off, looking down to the barely eaten apple.
For the next few days you ignored Melo completely. You didn’t know whether you should confront him or not. I mean it is his loss if he wants to push you away. But also another part of you wanted an explanation and maybe to seek salvation of the last bit of what you two have. If you guys even had anything in the first place. But Melo seemed serious. He had her with him at all times. And any time he saw you, he would get all cuddly and affectionate with her and it would get too repulsive to even stand being in the same area as him. What sucked is that both him and his little girlfriend shared the same afternoon as you. Workouts. The two of them sit in front of you which is worse because he’s constantly baby talking to her. Asking her if she needs any help and never lets her lift heavy weight. What an ass kisser really.
And you couldn’t really understand why you were so bothered by it. You never saw Melo anything other than a fuck buddy. There were times where you would ask yourself if you could see yourself dating him and it always ended with you gagging and having to eat a snack to clear your head. Yet here you are, wishing that this girl would walk off the face of the earth. While you were too busy sulking, you didn’t notice someone taking a seat next to you to use the weights.
“Hi y/n!” Nate says cheerfully. His boxy smile facing you as he set his stuff onto the table.
“Hey Nate-“ and then it hit you. Oh why did you not think about this sooner? Think y/n, think! Turning your head to face the bubbly boy, you tilt your head and smile at him. “Heyyy Yangyang,” you said again trying to be flirtatious.
Furrowing his brow, he looks at you oddly. “You okay?…”
“Totally!” You say nervous laughing it off.
Melo before you who was once cuddly to his new girlfriend was now tense. “Say Nate, how come we don’t hang out as much?” You ask him.
“Oh well I’d like you to hang out but you don’t like getting body slammed onto the court huh?” He said elbowing you.
Giggling, you shake your head. “We should hang out someday.”
Melo scoffs as he rolls his eyes. His girlfriend giving him a confused look.
He sends her a fake smile and signals to the coach who has now entered the training facility. As if his reason for scoffing was the coach entering. Picking up his large water bottle, he spins the cap off and goes to take a sip.
“So like a date?” Nate asks you genuinely.
“You want it to be a date?” With this, the boy in front of you who was once taking a sip from his water bottle, is now choking on it. The training facility silences as they stare at him curiously.
“You okay Ball?” The coach asks him. Not answering with words but rather with a thumbs up, he nods and proceeds to start the lecture.
“A date is then babe.” Nate says, using his index finger to bump your chin lightly.
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“I knew it! It was about time you two finally got together.” Your best friend claps her hands.
“We’re not getting together. It's simply a date, nothing else.” I say to remind her.
“Please you two will be dating in no time. Now let’s see what we can have you get dressed in.” While she went through the pile of clothes I brought for her to piece together an outfit. The front door opened and slammed close.
“Geez I bet it’s Melo, another sucky practice.” She shakes her head.
Chuckling, I nod along. “Right. Hey can I go grab a bottle of water real quick?”
“Yeah go ahead, it’s gonna take me a while to make an outfit with these clothes. Your wardrobe isn’t the most stylish no offense.” She said while still looking at the clothes.
“None taken” you shake your shoulders. Leaving her room, you go down the stairs and into the kitchen. In there was the boy you wanted to see. Ignoring him, you walk past him who was seated on the stool chair.
His eyes following you as you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Jumping back when he was standing right next to you once the door was closed. “My goodness Melo what the hell?-”
“Why didn’t you tell me about Nate?” He said while his breath fanned against your neck:
“What about him? It’s none of your concern-” You turn around looking up to face him.
“It is!” He says, flying his arms around in frustration.
“Shhh keep it down Melo!” You said as you patted his upper stomach because that’s all you could reach.
“Or what? Afraid your brother will find out huh?” He says while he took a step forward, you took one back. Doing so until you were up against the counter. “Afraid your brother will find out how desperate you are for me. How I’m I able to get you begging for my cock over and over again mm?” He tells me slowly. His head lowering closer and closer to my lips. Pulling his head and smashing my lips onto his. He immediately responds, pulling me closer to him. Picking me up and resting me on top of the counter. A nice grip on his hair as I kiss his lips until I am sure they’ll be swollen. His hands roamed up my shirt. Already missing my soft skin against his hands. Leaning in more and more, wanting - no needing more of me. It’s been almost two weeks and he really missed me. Yet he would never admit to it. His growing erection began to tighten his shorts. And I knew this.
He groans and curses when I lay a hand on his crotch. “Missed me that much?” I ask him tauntingly. Chest heaving as he looks down at my hand softly stroking the outline of his dick. Softly thrusting forward, needing more of my touches. But he was surely mistaken if he thought I would give in easily. Pushing him back, I get off the counter. Shock written all over him. “Don’t think I forgot the shit you pulled on me. I was over Nate a long time ago. It was barely even a damn crush. But because of your stupid stubbornness, you no longer have a shot at having me anymore Melo. Enjoy your time with your precious girlfriend.” Taking a step forward, on tippy toes, I got closer to his ear and whispered, “Bet she doesn’t make you cum like I do.” Biting my lip, I grab my water and walk away.
Watching as I walk away, he shuts his eyes close and shakes his head. “Fuck.”
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“It was nice hanging out with you Nate. And sorry for any wrong intentions I might’ve given you in the training facility.” I said getting up after the date with Nate was over.
“Don’t sweat it. I’m not dumb I know that you and Melo have been having sex for a while now. Just didn’t know it was this serious.” Nate said following my lead.
“It isn’t serious.” I restated.
“Really?” He asks, raising a brow at me. His smoothie in hand as we walked around the downtown mall. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Nate sighed looking up at the sky.
“What do you mean?” I asked curiously
“Doesn’t take Einstein to know we have feelings for one another.” He said laughing seeing the dumbfounded expression on my face.
“Woah! Hold on, feelings?! Psh I don’t have feelings for him.” I said defending my self.
Nate scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s so obvious.”
“It’s not-”
“It’s so!” He said again standing his ground.
“You have completely lost it, Nate Darling.” He laughs, taking a sip from his drink.
“Please, I knew something must’ve gone down. I had my guess when he started arriving at our training all gloomy and silent and not even having the same energy. But then when he brought Natalie to our table I knew something was definitely up. Then you ‘asked’ me out. You two aren’t doing this simply to get back at each other or get on one another’s nerves. You guys are doing this in hopes one of you two will snap out of it and confess!” Nate said spilling it all out.
I stayed silent. I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I asked Nate out in front of Melo knowing he would be listening in hopes that he would talk to me. Confront me, tell me how stupid I am and that I am his. I also wanted him back. Even if he wasn’t entirely mine to begin with. Now if I were to ask that very same question that had me gagging at the mere thought of it, it didn’t sound so bad of a question. Can I see yourself dating Melo?
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Omniscient.
“I bet by the end of the date, it’s going to be official.” Your friend beams. For a good fifteen minutes now she hasn’t stopped talking about you and Nate getting together after so many years. It’s annoying the hell out of him. And what makes it worst is that Natalie is sitting next to him smiling at her squealing at your potential relationship with his teammate.
“You okay baby?” Natalie asks him. “Mhm? Oh, uh yeah I’m alright.” He fakes a tight smile and goes back to being on his phone. Looking at the date, he sees that he has yet another game tomorrow. A part of him was wishing you would come to his game. What was he thinking of course you will just not for him but rather for Nate. The mere thought of it already has him rolling his eyes.
“Someone doesn’t seem in a good mood.” Your best friends voice brings him back from his thoughts.
“Just tired it’s all. Gotta game tomorrow.” Melo said Turing off his phone.
“Oh yeah that’s right. Aw man I wish I could go but I have my thing going on with the modeling agency.” Your friend stated cleaning up the kitchen.
Natalie pouts. “It’s alright.”
“Well I guess I better start heading up to my room. Imma text y/n how her date went with her soon to be boyfriend.” She wiggles her brows.
Fighting the urge to scoff. “Yeah I should get going too.” She smiles at him and says her goodnights.
Natalie left a few minutes later, getting on her tippy toes, he got the sudden Deja vu from when you did that to him not long ago. Moving his face so that her lips connected with her cheeks. She waves him goodbye and leaves. Closing the door, he sighs and his head gets rushed with images of you. Very naughty things of you. Once again feeling that tightness in his shorts begin to grow.
“Fuck y/n!” He hissed. Fisting his cock as he teases his tip. Getting off to the thought of you sucking him off. Your pretty lips on his tip, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him as you try to pleasure him. Remembering how even when he’s finished cumming you still don’t pull away. Turning him more at how you have an oral fixation that you found out because of him. Biting his lip as he concentrates on jerking himself off. Memories on how overstimulated he once felt when you just couldn’t pull his dick out of your mouth. Whining when he tried pulling you off him. “God baby. You take my cock so well shit.” He mutters. Tilting his head back as he rubs himself faster. His hand jerking himself quicker as he felt the familiar need to release begin to bubble up.
Thinking about having you bounce on his cock as you beg him to continue fucking you until you’re sobbing. Telling you how much of a slut you are for his cock. Your hands gripping his hair as you suck hickies all over him. And just like that, his warm fluids were shooting all over his bed sheets. Catching his breath as he was consumed with the darkness of his room.
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Omniscient.
It was the day of the game. People started filling up the bleachers but no matter how much people were entering through the metal doors you still haven’t shown up.
“Hey Nate, where’s y/n?” Melo asked curiously.
“How will I know?” Nate said with the ball in his hands getting ready to shoot.
“She’s practically your girlfriend, you should know by now if she’s planning on cheering for her boyfriend” Melo says. Tone harsh when saying boyfriend.
Nate stares at him and later laughs. “What?” Nate shakes him and pats his shoulder. “You’re funny dude.”
Walking away, with a puzzled look. He sighs and takes one last look at the bleachers. His eyes met yours. Trying to hold in his smile. But you caught it. After thinking back on what Nate said, he was right. You wanted his attention and if he wasn’t going to do something first, you would. Smiling softly at him as you give him two thumbs up. He chuckles and nods. Eyes looking down and freezes when he sees Natalie. He forgot the cheerleaders are taking a break for 2 weeks. Holding a poster with his jersey number in it. Looking away quickly, as he hurries back to the rest of his team.
By the end of the game, the crowd was loud and rowdy. Anxious as it was a tie once again. Melo , who was now with the ball, rushed until he got near the net and dunked the winning point. The crowd roared as they clapped and cheered for him and the team's victory. Standing as you cheered for him too. Going down the steps to congratulate him. Looking for #1. You smiled warmly at him as you walked up to him. Freezing when a familiar figure walks the aisle before you calls out for his name. Rushing down the steps and enveloped him in a tight hug. Smile dropping as his eyes never left yours. He was still with her, and a part of you felt stupid. Were you really going to confess? Especially since Natalie is such a sweet girl and really likes Melo. She couldn’t ruin that. Couldn’t ruin what they have. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe he doesn’t have the same feelings for her and has some for you.
“Surprise!” She tells him excitedly. But you were certain that wasn’t true when Natalie pulled Melo down for a kiss.
Scoffing, you felt stupid. Embarrassed really. Turning around, you make your way out of the Spectrum Center. Melo pulls away quickly, keeping Natalie at arms length. “Melo? Baby what’s wrong?” Natalie said, looking up at him with her arm around him.
“Natalie, I'm sorry. But I can’t do this, I know it’s sudden and you deserve an explanation but I can’t keep going on in a relationship I don’t want to be in. I’m really sorry but I have to go.” He said as he broke the contact, heading to the door.
“Melo? Wait- Melo!” But he was already out the doors. Rushing after you.
“Where are you?” He says under his breath in search of you. Looking through every hallway and room and still no sign of you. “Dammit y/n where are you?!” He slammed his hand on the door and went inside of the locker-room.
“I’m here.” You said silently.
Turning around, there you were before him.
Staying silent as you two suddenly didn’t know what to say anymore. After much contemplation on what he should say to you, he starts taking small steps towards you.
“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He tells you softly. Meeting him in the middle, you grab his face and pull him in. Gripping your waist as he kisses you desperately. The kiss was no longer the same old one that was filled with lust and need. It was now filled with passion, love and want. Pulling away, leaning your forehead on top of his.
“Can’t go another day without you.” He said underneath his breath.
“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.” You said, with tears threatening to fall.
“Never baby.” Melo said, looking down at you.
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“You two were what?!”
Your brother exclaims in pure shock. Both you and Melo are standing before him, hand in hand. Standing behind you and he plants soft kisses on your temple. Rubbing your arm for comfort, comfort for the burst of your brother who is now finding out the truth of you two. But no matter the outcome, he was just glad he now has you. In his arms once again. Only this time, he’s got you locked in. And you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
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I hope you liked my first imagines, I know there are some errors with the POV, but I’ll fix it later!
Thank you for reading 😊😊
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to the dearest anon who requested 3 letters for eren before i was struck down from my blog like hephaestus was struck down from olympus: i dont remember exactly which ones they were? but i'm pretty sure it was these three. im so sorry anonnie. (if youre seeing this, send an ask confirming/correcting me pls <3 i wanna make sure i got your request correct!) also this is the last one i received so if you requested something please send it over this way instead of my old blog.
hc game
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He is so very affectionate. Eren feels like he needs to constantly remind you he loves you. It makes him feel safe and comforted, plus Eren has like... an excess of love for you that he needs to get out and the easiest way to let it out is by hugging and kissing you. Kinda like a dog when they run around because they haven't been walked.
Everyone knows you two are together because he is no stranger to PDA. The only people he kinda tones it down in front of is Mikasa, Historia, and maybe Annie (this annoys Armin to no end, he has to watch Eren snuggle you and do all this embarrassing stuff and the most Mikasa has to see is hand holding). He still tells every story of his love life to Historia though, and in exchange he has to listen to her talk about how cute Ymir is.
Honestly his affection levels start to go down the longer he knows you because he learns to become more subtle. Like when you first start dating he's throwing an arm around your waist and clinging to you like a koala while you study so you can pay attention to him (except he's not a koala he's a 6 foot something ripped dude and he's heavy!!!! And annoying!!! Bro chill!!!!!) but once you guys have been dating for a while he can just lay his head in your lap or be near you while you study in silence. He still loves you he's just less loud about his affection, more subtle and personal.
Eren likes routines and normalcy in his relationships. If you guys always hold hands to go to the dining hall for lunch, he expects you two to do that. If you forget he is freaking out. Kinda like how no matter how much he loves Jean he acts like he doesn't. The guy is like a brother to him but he feels like it's weird for them to stop bickering.
Also has a tendency to brag about you. Social media posts, casual conversation, showing someone something on his phone and making sure to unlock it in front of them so they can see a cute photo of you two, bringing up "my partner did-" in every conversation. Lowkey annoying but at the same time everyone finds it cute.
Kinda off topic but he is so annoying about you not saying I love you back or calling him like bro or anything that doesn't denote affection. If he says I love you and you don't say I love you back he will act like you stabbed him right there. If you call him bro or dude (he makes an exception sometimes if you kiss him after you say it because that is not like... bro, bro, that's like, bro [romantically]) he will not respond. He is your lover! Treat him as such. It also helps him stay grounded in the fact that you love him back.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Always there for you, no matter what you need. Selfless in his own very Eren way, which usually includes excessive amounts of impulsiveness and stupidity.
"You like so and so? Well why haven't you told them? I'll tell them, they like you back I just know it!"
You have to rush to get him to stop because he does not think before he acts. He tends to think in the long term which can be really irritating, but it's also quite adorable and honestly 99.9% of the time it works out, disregarding a couple bumps in the road.
Will listen to you talk about things you like even if he doesn't care for them. He finds it kind of his duty.
Good at keeping promises, he just takes a long time to do them. If he promises you french fries you'll get them it'll just be like 3 years later.
If you are Eren's friend and you like him don't even try to like... guess if he likes you back because he does not change at all when he starts to crush on someone. If you relationship starts off as flirty and he decides he doesn't really like you as much as he thought, he still flirts with you, it's just joke flirting now. If you guys start off as normal friends and he falls for you, he'll never try to flirt with you or anything. His life is already hectic enough, so he relies on his friendships and relationships for a sense of serenity. Despite this he has a tendency to fall for his friends so he's got it real rough.
Will never confess to you if you guys have a friends to lovers sort of arc. You've got to bear that burden. He can't even imagine losing you or making things awkward between him.
Enemies to lovers with Eren Jaeger means he will call you an idiot on your wedding day and then say I do 4 seconds later.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
god this is my shit
I feel like I'm just a broken record at this point but he's so passionate in his kisses. Like his love for you is all flowing out at once and he cannot stop it.
Kinda like fireworks. Fast and loud and colorful and one after another.
Teeth clacking. If you wear glasses they're gonna poke him. Awkward nose bumping that he laughs about before kissing you on the nose to make it all better.
He's kinda a rough kisser but it feels anything but rough. Like he's not particularly gentle with you or anything but it doesn't hurt at all it's just a lot all at once. Also he's a biter. They're not hard or painful bites but like he will chomp you on the neck while kissing you.
Likes neck kisses, literally just sit in his lap and let him nibble and kiss your neck while he hugs you really tight and his day is complete. Also likes kissing you on the lips but that's just a given. Those two are his go-to spots but honestly he will kiss you anywhere. Your chest, forehead, cheeks, thighs, stomach, whatever. He's not picky.
Likes to lay his head between your thighs and lean over and kiss them or blow raspberries on them.
Often says "I just wanna kiss you right now." or "Kiss me, dummy." or "Gimme kith." So so kissstarved help the poor man.
When you first start dating he tries to like plan out how to have an amazing first kiss with you and then it's just like completely ruined by his adrenaline and impulsivity. Like he was gonna take you out for dinner, walk you by the pier, kiss you by the moonlight, yada, yada, yada, but actually he just like got really excited at winning in an arcade game and went for it.
When he forgets to shave his stubble is so scratchy but unless you seriously get annoyed with him he will not stop kissing you just to shave you just have to deal with it. The more you complain the more he will bother you with it. He tends to stay clean shaven though.
Even as he grows "less affectionate" the longer you guys are together he will still take solace in kisses, they just become a bit slower and longer. He still has his moments of his inner fire sign coming out to just smother you but he's mellowed out quite a bit as you guys continue to be together.
EREN JUST REALLY LIKES KISSES OKAY I REST MY CASE
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