#I wanna give him a lil kiss. just a lil smooch on his forehead that’s all I ask

[lovelesslittleloser]

I have a little Güli,

Gü-lie-dis-to-di-ez

And he is such a cutie,

I want to kiss his head

Oh, Güli, Güli, Güli

Gü-lie-dis-to-di-ez

Oh he is such a cutie

I want to kiss his head

[https-florals]

daydreamin' and i'm thinking of you - j.m.

summary: jj returns from a day of surfing and devotes his night to you and a lil bit of weed.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smoking weed, a lil suggestive, but mostly super fluffy and full of sweetness

author's note: back from the dead pookies!!! i just wanna say how incredibly grateful that none of yall have come for my wishy-washy ass! this year has been vcery hectic and rough, and i am so thankful y'all have let me be MIA. here's this little blurb smooch ily (i was too scared to flesh out the smut at the end IM SORRY ITS BEEN A WHILE)

JJ smells like a perfect, heady blend of sunscreen and salt when he and the boys get back from surfing. You’re waiting on the porch like a little 1950’s wife, and he runs up and hugs you as soon as he gets out of the Twinkie, acting like its been months since he’s seen you instead of a few hours.

“J!” You’re giggling as he swings you around, smacking loud kisses all over your face and neck. 

“Missed ya, pretty girl,” he murmurs into your neck.

John B slaps JJ’s back, surprising him so he lets go of you. “You literally just saw each other.” 

JJ’s jaw drops, hand over his heart like he’s been deeply wounded. “You’re just mad your woman isn’t out here to greet you,” he counters, squeezing your side and giving John B a sympathetic look.

“Wrong!’ Sarah says as she pushes open the screen door, giving her boyfriend an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek. 

John B grins back at JJ, and follows Sarah back inside. 

“You still up for that boat date later?” you ask, fingers intertwining with his.

You swear his eyes sparkle. “Um, duh!” 

A few hours later, the sun is sinking into the horizon, sky turning the prettiest pink and orange. You are toting a basket full of picnic supplies: a tupperware full of elote salad, another with some grilled chicken, a speaker, and of course, a little cellophane baggie and some rolling papers. JJ’s job is to carry the fishing poles and bait (raw hot-dogs because why would he spend money on crickets when there’s hot dogs in the fridge?), and the six-pack of mini Dr. Peppers you’ll split (JJ will inevitably drink two of your three). 

“Where are you going?” You hear someone call from inside the house, but both of you act like you can’t hear it. 

HMS Pogue is sitting pretty at the end of the dock, and you practically skip onto it. The rev of the engine is like the call of an old friend, thrumming through you, bare feet on the deck.

You sit cross legged at the bow while JJ drives, your hair flowing behind you. The spray of freshwater is perfectly refreshing. 

It’s dusk when the boat reaches a little secluded spot on the marsh, and JJ announces it. “Gorgeous,” he says, the sky purple above him. “And no one around for miles.” He plops next to you, sticking his nose in your neck and sighing. You’re sitting pretty in a bikini top and jean shorts, and he plays with the tie at your back.

You laugh and push him off, getting up to get your basket of food. He helps you unload it, mouthing a silent yes as he pulls out the sodas. Then comes the tupperware, and he sticks two spoons into the corn. “Cheers.” He holds his out.

You tap your spoon against his, and gasp in fake shock when he knocks the food of it.

“Gotta be ready, babe,” he deadpans, snatching up your bite after he eats his. “Danger is waiting at every turn.”

You shake your head and laugh, scooting the tupperware closer to yourself. “You’re so weird.”

“You love it,” He grins, and you can’t argue with that. 

After you eat, JJ pulls out the package of hotdogs and starts to prep the rods.

“There’s no way you can catch fish with those,” you question, wrinkling your nose at them. You frown, turning on the puppy-dog eyes. “Do we have to fish? I wanna smoke.”

He copies your expression and sticks his bottom lip out. “Poor bunny,” he mocks, but shoves your fishing pole in your hand all the same. “Catch a fish, I’ll roll you a joint, ‘kay?”

You sigh. “ ‘Kay,” 

He grins and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You got it, babe.” He gives you a chunk of hotdog and you slip it onto the hook. JJ comes up behind you to guide your cast and you let him, his breath warm on the back of your neck. There’s the whir of the line, and the satisfying plop of the bobber in the water. 

“Now, we wait.” He takes the rod from you and drops it into the holder, and works on casting his own line. 

You’re bored before he even puts his down. “I have to catch a fish before we smoke?”

“Yeah, crybaby.” The two of you sit on the bow, feet dangling over the water. His ankle knocks against yours.

You let out another dramatic sigh, but you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “This is the worst part. I hate waiting.”

JJ laughs. “Yeah, honey. I am well aware.” He pokes your side, and you yelp dramatically. Reaching over you, he pulls the speaker out of your basket, and turns it on. You watch as he connects to it and goes through his spotify, thumb skimming over the screen as he looks through his playlists. JJ clicks on one of your collaborative playlists, titled “songs for slow dancing.”

He stands up, reaching out to pull you up as the hauntingly pretty piano intro for Aretha Franklin’s Daydreaming begins to play. “Wanna kill some time?”

You smile, and let him pull you into him. You think you could slow dance with him until you dropped dead, until you collapsed into each other and turned into intertwined fossils. Maybe that kind of thing is a little too poetic for the two of you, but you don’t really care. He starts to sing along, and you press your ear to his chest to hear his voice thrum through his chest.

daydreaming and i’m thinking of you, daydreaming and i’m thinking of you…

One of his hands splays on the small of your back, fingertips sneaked under the waist of your shorts, callused and all too soft. The other one is holding yours as you sway back and forth to the beat.He twirls you out fast, and back into his grip, your back to his chest as he squeezes you.

No one would ever know it, but JJ absolutely loves to dance. A little after you started dating, you dragged him to some swing dancing classes at the community center, and expected plenty of pushback, but you were met with absolutely none. The two of you fell in love stepping on each others toes and falling all over each other. It’s always a fun party trick to pull out at the fancier parties. He’s always wanting to dance with you, whether it’s learning how to shag in the living room late at night, or spinning you around on the boat.

He stops you mid-step, asking, “Can we try the dirty-dancing jump?”

The dirty-dancing jump has only been successfully executed by the two of you once. All other times have ended in someone being injured (usually JJ). Your jaw drops open, and you lightly shove him. “Absolutely not! You wanna fall off the boat?”

He gives you the biggest eyeroll, but immediately switches to puppy dog eyes when you cross your arms. “Just like, a lift? Pleaseeeee,” he drags out, taking your hands and acting like he’s going limp. 

“Fine! But if you drop me in this water, I’m actually going to have serious beef with you, Maybank.”

He laughs, maybe an itty-bit manaically, and grabs your waist. “Okay, I’m gonna count you off, and you’ll jump, ‘kay? So, one, two, three-”

You hear your fishing rod rattle in its holder and jump away from him. “My line!” Scrambling after it, you grab the pole right as it looks like it’s going to leap out of its holster.

“Get it babe!” JJ practically shouts, darting behind you and placing his arms around yours to give you a little support. 

The whir of the line rushing out makes you jump, and you hurry to start reeling it back in, furiously turning the handle. JJ’s mouth is by your ear as you lean into him and he talks you up as you fight the fish. “Come on, baby, you got it. Keep going, keep going, you almost got it!”

He’s pulling half the weight, you know that, but you don’t mind the help when you can watch the cords in his forearms tense and pull.

Finally, the line leaps out of the water, and soon a big scaly body is flopping on the deck of the boat. “Atta girl!” JJ shouts as you snatch it up by the lure, holding it up proudly. It’s pretty heavy, probably a little over 14 pounds. 

“Look at that, baby! Got yourself a bluefish.” JJ is smiling so proudly as he fishes out his phone, and makes you pose for a picture like one of those Tinder frat guys. The flash is harsh and you know you look crazy, but he grins at the picture all the same.

“Can you throw him back in? He’s too pretty to eat,” you ask as he messes with something on his phone. You’re still holding the fish as you try to lean over and see what he’s doing.

“Here, yeah.” He drops his phone on the boat deck and takes the fish from you to fling back in. When you look at his phone, you see your face staring back up at you from his lockscreen. It was some picture of the two of you from a party, but now it’s you and your fish. He immediately changed his wallpaper after he took the picture. In your opinion, it’s definitely not a knockout photo, but you almost tear up at the sweetness of it.  

“You looked cute,” JJ shrugs, seeing you looking at it. 

You just smile, shaking your head, and lean against him. “Can we get high now?”

“Damn, you waste no time, huh?”

Soon, your fishing rods forgotten, you’re watching JJ roll you a joint to share. His fingers dance along the rolling paper, tucking and smoothing all gentle. He’s mesmerizing. When his tongue darts out to wet the paper, you swear you start salivating.

He catches you staring, hitting you with that heartbreaker grin again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up and light up,” you sigh, reaching for the blunt in his hands. 

“Can’t light up if you don’t hand me my lighter,” JJ frowns, expression sarcastic. He puts his hand out, waiting.

You reach into your basket and pull it out, smiling when you see it. A few months ago, you had decided to buy JJ a custom lighter. You got him one off Etsy, a cheap Bic lighter with your face printed on the plastic. Of course, the image didn’t translate correctly, so the picture is heavily distorted, your smile big and wide and eyes even bigger. 

It’s probably his favorite possession. 

He lights the joint, letting it smoke for a second before raising it to his lips.

“Hey,” you whine, reaching for his hand. 

“So needy,” he chides, taking a hit, gripping you by your neck, and blowing the smoke into your open mouth. Your breath hitches as you try your best to inhale, try to not think about his lips just ghosting over yours, his calloused fingers hard on the sides of your neck.

“Good girl,” he exhales as you successfully breathe in without hacking up your lungs.

The frogs are peeping and the wind is slow and soft, pushing the smoke around the two of you and enveloping you in it. You’re talking mindlessly as the joint passes between you, staring at the way moonlight shines through JJ’s hair, turning it platinum. His irises catch the light just right- bright, icy blue. 

You’re sitting cross-legged, knees knocking with his. All you can think about his how much you love your boyfriend, even with the edges of your mind soft and your senses fuzzy. JJ takes your hand, pressing the pads of your fingertips against his. 

“It’s like I can feel your fingerprints,” he comments, fingertips lightly rubbing yours. He pulls your hand as he leans back, so you’re both on your back, looking at the stars.

“It’s so pretty,” you whisper in awe. With absolutely zero light pollution, the sky is a myriad of deep black and blue hues and so, so many stars. You’d decompose while trying to count them all. You snuggle up against J as he takes a final hit. From your perspective, the rising smoke almost looks like it’s weaving through the stars, netting around them and sparkling right above your head. JJ tosses the remnant of the joint into your grocery bag of trash. 

“C’mere,” he sighs, propping himself up and running a hand down your torso. When he kisses you, he tastes like smoke and sweat, and a wave of heat rushes through you just from the taste. You’re pulling him on top of you by the loops of his cargo shorts, pressing yourself against the firm plane of his abdomen.

“God, you’re needy,” he laughs, pinning your hips down with a heavy hand. 

“You made me this way,” you squirm, and it’s true. He’s too generous with his touches and too sugary with his words, and you chase him like he’s a hit of the purest cocaine. 

He shifts on top of you, a knee between your thighs just like you like it. He presses his knee up just to see you gasp and grind down on him. JJ’s laugh is a little mean as snaps the waistband of your shorts. “Okay, honey, what do you want?”

There’s no shame in your voice as you blurt out, “Fuck me.” You’re whining out a plea before he can even answer, with no care that you’re out in the open… no care that the cops patrol at night.

JJ fakes shock, but the hardness of him against you gives him away. “You wanna get fucked, huh. Out in the open?”

“Don’t act like this wasn’t your whole plan, smartass,” you counter as he pins your hands down right above your head. 

He just laughs in response. “Dirty, dirty, dirty,” he tuts rebukingly, but he’s pulling apart the tie of your swimsuit top all the same.

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[sumiire-creates]

▍𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙁𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙏𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐 *ೃ༄

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𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: fluff.

𝘍𝘛; amber, kaeya, lisa, jean, diluc, venti, albedo, rosaria, eula, mika.

𝘊𝘞:

‣ gn!reader [mentions of female anatomy] | slightly suggestive(?) [on kaeya, venti, and albedo] | a ton of kisses | a ton of fluff/a bit of comfort.

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▏𝘈𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙;

- amber loves to kiss your face.

- amber is so sweet about it too

- like if she has the chance, she’s take your face in her hands and just smother you with kisses until you’re both all giggles

- she enjoys pecking your cheek or nose or forehead

- she ADORES goodnight forehead kisses. like, she gives you one EVERY. NIGHT.

- she’s so gentle with her lil smooches

- she’d kiss you any chance she got

- when you’re cuddling in bed? smooch

- pass by each other when you’re doing your own thing? quick kiss on the cheek

- training? hell yes.

- if you were a fellow knight, she’d spar with you and like get so close just to give you a kiss and hit you so hard you fall to the ground

- but like it's okay

- because if you tell her it isn't, she gets really disappointed and sad and pouts about it for the rest of the day

- you better make it up to her

- like later when y’all are going to sleep, trap her in a hug and return the favor! she’ll cheer right up

▏𝘒𝘈𝘌𝘠𝘈;

- kaeya loves to kiss your lips.

- flirt.

- tease.

- he’s such an ass with it

- like he knows what he’s doing and he loves to just make you feel those annoying little butterflies that make you happy

- but then like

- he’ll also get super close, and you just wanna kiss him really badly

- and then he pulls away.

- like SIR??? >:(

- i'm not done come back here

- his kisses are soft and loving

- with gentle lips on yours, he’ll kiss you anytime he finds the moment to be perfect

- he’s the definition of romantic

- like your first kiss was probably on starsnatch cliff at sunset and looked so damn perfect

- gentle breeze and everything

- this mf couldn’t have timed it better

- he likes romantic kisses

- he also likes to just peck your lips

- but that's only if he can’t snatch you away and make out with you

- straying a little off topic but

- kaeya fucking LOVES cuddling you at night and making you face him so he can just smooch you right there whenever he wants

▏𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘈;

- lisa loves to kiss your hands.

- such a gentlewomen <3

- she’s, like, so fucking sweet

- she’ll take your hands in hers and kiss your knuckles and it's just so soft and UGH

- when handing you books, she’ll snatch your hand and give it a quick kiss before waving you goodbye

- literally just

- i can’t stop saying this but,

- she’s SO SWEET.

- lisa would hold your hand tightly as you two walk down the street, occasionally bringing it up to her mouth as she’d kiss your knuckles and give her a smile

- she’ll never pass up a chance to kiss your pretty hands

- she’ll never pass up a chance to kiss you in general, honestly

▏𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕;

- jean loves to kiss your forehead.

- goodnight kisses on the forehead as she gets in bed beside you >>>

- she’s probably taller than you so its like the most easy to access place for her tbh

- jean is so sweettttt

- so gentle and loving with her partner

- she’d kiss you and give you a small reassuring affirmation afterwards

- “you’re doing great, love, keep it up.”

- “i love you so much, you know that, right?”

- “i’ll never leave your side, even in death.”

- “let me know if you need anything, okay?”

- it’s just

- so goddamn cute

- she’d only do it when she felt like its needed though

- taking her face in her hands as she pulls you in so she can kiss your forehead when you’re stressing out before embracing you and hugging you while gently rubbing you back-

- she even gives you the option to shove her away if you want, and she won’t get offended or upset or anything

- she’s just so comforting with her kisses <3

▏𝘋𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘊;

- diluc loves to kiss your shoulder.

- first off, this man isn’t too big of a fan of PDA…

- so kissing in public is a no no unless nobody is looking

- then he often slips you a quick peck

- but he much prefers to kiss when he knows you’re alone

- his favorites are when he’s cuddling you in bed and just kinda kisses and sucks on your shoulder bc its soft and feels nice to him

- he’ll trail up your neck, to your lips, and then back down

- he’s super gentle about it AGAIN

- also i imagine that he’s just super duper warm

- he already wears that heavy ass coat

- but the pyro vision automatically makes him warmer to the touch

- he’s fine, i promise, just really warm

- so like imagine being held in his warm, strong arms while he gently gives you shoulder kisses

- its so cuteee

- diluc also likes it when he’s doing paperwork at his desk and you come to pester him. he likes it when you start whining and get in his lap to distract him

- because then he’ll just trap you in his arms

- “is this what you wanted?”

- and then, if nobody else is inside or if the maids have a day off, he’ll probably just kinda slide your shirt off a bit and smother your shoulders and neck in kisses

▏𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐;

- venti loves to kiss your neck.

- VENTI.

- its so bad

- especially when he gets tipsy

- he’ll literally just kinda blend bodies with you and his lips never leave your neck

- also he knows where your soft spot/sweet spot is so just be warned, he’s gonna target it

- he’ll hold you from behind and find your favorite spot, sucking and kissing it before slowly trailing off… and then he comes right back to it, 2x the effort.

- he gets really handsy when kissing

- like he’ll probably grab at anything

- so yk

- be warned

- you can also bribe him to give you more kisses

- just promise him a drink and he’ll endlessly kiss you

- but like uphold your promise

- because you’re not getting anymore kisses until he gets that damn wine

- he’ll kiss you in any situation

- he prefers to kiss your neck from behind, but he can do it from the front too

- he also likes the back because he can just bury his face in your hair and it smells good so

- why wouldnt he want to ?

▏𝘈𝘓𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘖;

- albedo loves to kiss your chest.

- “its for science”

- no its not.

- he just likes to kiss your chest.

- he’ll only go as far as your clothes allow

- tbh it's probably because they’re warm

- he isn’t particularly gentle or anything, actually

- he’s more rough with them tbh

- albedo likes to run his tongue along your skin before suckling on it

- then he’ll actually kiss it

- he’s a weirdo

- tbh he probably doesn’t kiss you that often

- it's more like

- spread out

- unless you ask specifically for him to kiss you more

- which he may or may not do

- he may just give you a look because he’s busy

- or he’ll indulge you

- who knows

- tbh i can’t tell with this man

▏𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘈;

- rosaria loves to kiss your cheek.

- she definitely doesn’t kiss often

- or like

- at all

- but when she does, she kisses you like a ghost

- as in you almost can't feel it

- she much prefers to kiss your cheek, as its a soft and simple gesture that she can do at any time

- but again, she doesn’t kiss often

- so when you do find this blessing upon you, don’t hope for too much

- she won’t give you the proper kiss to the lips that you may want, because most of the time she’s busy and doesn’t have the time or feel very deserving of sharing such a nice moment with you

- so a peck on the cheek will do and then she’s off again

- tbh she hates the church and protecting mondstadt

- because she doesn’t have the time to kiss you like the wants

- but dw

- she’ll make it up to you

▏𝘌𝘜𝘓𝘈;

- eula loves to kiss your knuckles.

- she was raised by aristocrats

- so like

- kissing is a thing

- she won’t do too often

- until you’re married

- because why waste her kisses on someone who’ll break up with her?

- no

- she’ll take her vengeance if you leave her

- so like

- don’t.

- anyways

- eula likes getting down on one knee and kissing your knuckles

- because it's romantic

- and she’s a knight

- isn’t that what the night typically does for his princess?

- as far as she knows, yes, yes it is

- so she’s gonna do it for you

- as a greeting

- and a farewell

- and just because she can

- of course in private she won’t make such a big deal about it

- she’ll just kinda snatch your hand (regardless of what you’re doing), and press her lips to your knuckles

- she really really enjoys doing it because it reminds her of those little stories about a princess and a knight

- you’re her prince/princess and she’s your loyal knight <3

▏𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘈;

- mika loves to kiss your nose.

- shy.

- shy.

- shy.

- again, does not kiss you often

- but it's more often than like rosaria or albedo or eula.

- he’s just really really really nervous to kiss you

- like what if he messes up???

- he doesn’t wanna mess up!!

- so instead of kissing your lips

- he kisses your nose

- why?

- because he thinks your nose is cute

- but also because it helps him a little

- concentration wise

- this way he cant mess it up!

- right?

- right..?

- he’s telling himself that

- he just likes to kiss your nose

- mika thinks it's soft and cute but so is your whole face!!

- he’d pepper your face in kisses if he could

- but most attention kissing-wise is given to your nose

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thank you for reading !

have a great day/night !

Requests: OPEN

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

hello !! if it’s not too much of a bother can you write another piece featuring Lion 🫶 maybe another angsty piece, maybe a lil lion + farah combo or something else like lion and gaz getting separated from the 141 during a mission and having to fight their way back to the extraction point (?). totally up to you !!! also thank u for keeping us well fed 🙇‍♀️

Lions and Ibexes

PAIRING: John Price x Wife!Reader 'Codename Lion'

SYNOPSIS: Impulsive was what John always called you - affectionately, of course. But he sure does worry when you disappear without him.

WORDCOUNT: 4.0k

WARNINGS: Blood, death, canon typical violence, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, banter, no connection to 'I'll Take the Night Shift' except codenames, protective!Price, suggestive jokes, etc.

A/N: I wanna give Farah a big smooch on her forehead.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

“So this is the woman that the Captain won’t keep quiet about,” you smirk and place your hand into Farah Karim’s, eyes shimmering as you both share a tight grip. 

“Commander,” greeting the black-haired woman, your light gear hangs off of you easily and efficiently; clean and well-taken care of. 

“Lion,” she nods, smirking back. “A pleasure.”

“Please,” you huff a laugh, “I wish it could be.” Expressions dim as you instantly get to work, the hot sun and dry air sticking to your flesh like a second skin of humidity. Releasing Farah’s hand you sigh and look around the old town, skimming over the forms of other Urzikstan Liberation Force soldiers. 

Farah does the same, breathing lowly. 

“On that, I believe you’d be right.” Brown eyes flick to yours, looking you over before the woman nods. “Come, we have much to discuss.”

“Lead the way,” your feet push you onward, following behind the Commander as your wedding band clinks against your chest. Held on that long chain, a hand comes up to brush it carefully, letting the man who wears the mirrored piece bring you comfort even from so far away. 

John was set to ship out in two days—there were some other important operations that had taken precedence. While you could have stayed behind with him, as you had wanted to do, a plea from one of the far-distant operators of One-Four-One had caught your ear. The name Farah Karim was known. 

If you didn’t offer assistance, you’d never feel right with yourself. One call to Laswell and it was all set up. 

“I’ll be there in two days,” John had muttered into your scalp as you both lay in bed, tight to one another; lashes fluttering. “Wait for me, yeah? No running off.” 

Your smirk had made him sigh a chuckle. “No stunts of heroics, my Love? Please, do you know who you’re speaking to?”

“You’ll be the fuckin’ death of me, y’know?”

“Well,” the words are uttered into his neck and John pulls you tighter into him. “I think that’s just about the most romantic thing to happen to someone.” 

Smiling to yourself, you bring the ring to your lips and kiss it lightly before letting it drop. In your head, John is still in your shared flat in London, and you’ll be back by the hour. If only. 

“You contacted Laswell and said you had encountered more of Barkov's remaining cells?” Your voice carries easy authority; ingrained confidence. 

Farah looks back and nods firmly. 

“They’ve taken over a town in the mountains, my forces can’t break the line.” She sighs aggressively and you stare with a sliding frown. “Even dead, Barkov cannot leave my people alone.”

In the back of your throat, you hum, “Well, parasites tend to be resilient.” Farah leads you into a home with maps on the tables and low talking of strategies from others. They pause when you enter and you nod politely. Many here knew your husband as the Commander did—all those years back when he was still only a Lieutenant and had broken Farah and her brother Hadir out from the Russian’s jail; labeled as prisoners of war. 

John had told you about it during one of the many late nights in your joint offices. Eyes tired and his hands playing with your hair.

“What do you need me to do?” You ask genially, standing near the table and placing your hands down on it—standard M4A1 resting over your chest and your secondary weapon strapped to your thigh. Unlike most, you’d opted for lighter gear to allow you to move faster. 

Fewer packs sit on your vest, and the gleam of the knife on your shoulder was a testament to your preference to close, silent, encounters. Though you liked to use your silver tongue to get out of situations, unfortunately, that wouldn’t work in this instance. 

“Captain Price told me you’re one of the best undercover agents he’s seen.” You perk at this, looking over with raised brows.

“Hell,” your chuckle echoes, “when you said he couldn’t keep quiet I thought you were exaggerating.” 

Farah smiles cheekily at you before pointing to the map of a mountain town surrounded by red Xs.

“My soldiers have marked off choke points all around the area. They’re the only pathways to the town, but heavily guarded.” She glances around the room and you hear her sigh heavily. “I wouldn’t have asked for assistance unless I knew I needed it. I’d prefer to leave foreign fighters out of this conflict, unlike my enemy.” 

“I understand,” your head shakes. “It’s your home—I’ll go where you need me to. John should be here in two days to assist.”

Farah’s face flashes with surprise, her full brows rising on her head. “Price is coming?”

You shrug and laugh, “he’s stubborn.” 

The woman chuffs before moving to fold her arms over her chest. “I think perhaps he’s more of a smitten husband, hm?” At the sheepish expression on your face and dipping eyes, Farah barks a laugh.

The band around your neck clinks into the stock of your gun as you stand to your full height. 

“Is it that obvious,” you tease, tilting your head to her. You knew it was.

“I believe the simple action of asking is proof enough, Lion.” The commander looks at her work on the table, smiling easily but focusing still on her plan of attack. “But, regardless, I give my thanks for flying out on such short notice.”

“We help our own.” Resting your hands on the body of your weapon, you smile fondly. “Now, who do I need to kill?” 

—

As it turns out, killing was the very baseline of what you needed to do. 

Shuffling into the dark armor of the dead Russian soldier at your feet, you grunt at the slick spread of blood on the ground as you strap arm braces to your limbs. 

“Heavy as all hell,” you grumble under your breath, picking up the large helmet and shoving it over your head with a puff of air. 

Farah was going to lead a distraction on the far side of the western choke point while you slipped into the ranks, placing packs of C4 in some of the large-stocked weapons buildings. Easy enough for you, you admitted. You’d done things like this a million times over. 

When all was said and done, slipping your knife into the new belt at your waist, you gaze down at the dead man with a huff of air; seeing the blood still pooling from the very obvious signs of a slit up the left armpit. You blink and stuff your wedding band down your shirt. 

“Bad day, buddy,” grabbing his legs, you bare your heels and drag the body behind a large outcropping of rocks—long streaks of crimson left behind. “I’d hate to be you right now.” 

Grunting, you drop the limp flesh with a thump like a paper-towel roll meeting the counter. 

Shuffling back into the open, your feet make tracks to get you closer toward your targets. You hike the small pouch Farah gave you farther up your back without a word more. 

John had always said you were quick-witted, but when he got here he’d lose that hat of his in disbelief. The truth was that you had forgotten what little of the Russian language you’d initially known, and the situation you found yourself in now was frankly not ideal.

C’mon Lion, you think to yourself, just pick up social cues and you’ll be good. 

Oh, your husband was going to lose his shit.

—

“Come again?” The Captain barks. “What do you fuckin’ mean she’s in the base?!”

“I just explained it,” Farah levels, raising a brow. Blue eyes narrow with a growl until the Commander's lips flicker in a smirk. “We just had word three minutes ago. She’s fine, Captain.” Fingers find John’s nose bridge, digging deep into the flesh in large exasperation and worry.

He had caught a C17 and came here a day early after he’d gotten a bad feeling—internal wife radar going off as it usually did when you placed yourself in danger without him. Which was more often than not.  

I told her not to be impulsive. 

John sighs long and low, shaking his head. “Farah…you sent her in alone?” 

“She is quite capable, Price.”

“I fucking…” He stops himself and puts his hands on the table in the center of the building. Men and women were snickering from the corners, sending amused glances. “I know.”

Farah sends a glance to her soldiers and they turn away to cover their smiling mouths. Enjoyment was in her tone as she grabs the walkie-talkie from the table top and clips it to her vest. 

“There were more men than we anticipated—she had to be more careful when placing the charges. Captain,” John glares up at her when his eyes leave the maps. The Commander teases, “She is fine.”

As if on cue, the radio fizzles with your voice. Farah looks down with surprise and the Brit's eyes snap to it immediately; body tense. 

There’s a moment of garbled static where the Captain feels his heart beating out of his chest. The panic that had snapped through him when you hadn’t come out to greet him when he’d landed was primal; genuine fear stuck in his bones like spiky grass. The bond the two of you had was closer than anything on this plane of existence. It was rare to not see one without the other.

Your voice cuts through and John’s shoulders sag under a non-existent weight.

“You should tell your men to move unless they want to be scorched, Farah!” The woman in the room smiles ferally and raises a smug brow as she looks at John. 

“Copy, Lion. You have my thanks.” 

“I didn’t know you could improvise Russian—it’s like the Slavic blood just entered my body!” The Brit covers his eyes with his hand and groans at the base of his throat. 

“Tell her to get her arse back here before she gets bloody shot.” John takes off his bucket hat and tosses it to the table with a gloved hand, punching his hair back from his forehead. “Giving me gray hairs,” he grunts. 

Farah laughs and says eagerly into the walkie, “Someone’s here to say hello.”

“...Oh, fuck.” Your panting breath clears and after a long glare at the device, John hears you say in a slow and awkward tone, “Hello, my Love!”

Farah tilts the radio closer to him and looks highly pleased. 

“Get back here. Now.” John grunts out, fingers digging into his arms as he crosses them. “I told you to wait for me.”

You laugh nervously, deflecting, “...did you, Dear? I guess I misheard you.” The Brit’s jaw clenches but Farah can speak before he can.

“Lion, are all the charges set, then?” You seem thankful for the distraction, sighing over the line.

“All good over here! I just need the O.K from your men and then it’s about to get a whole lot brighter.” 

“I’ll relay the news—get away, as far as you can.”

“Already on it,” your breathy chuckle exits and you pause before saying. “See you soon, Love!” 

Tiny blue eyes bug, “Wait–!” The line clicks off and Farah is already tapping into the frequency for her soldiers, turning slightly away to converse in quick Arabic. 

—

Evening rolls around and you jog back into the Liberation Force’s base, greeting the guards stationed with a breathless sigh; utterly sweaty but happy you’d gotten half a ride back from some locals. You’re back in your original gear, sear marks on your cheeks and hair slightly burned, but nonetheless unharmed. 

Everyone welcomes you back with handshakes and pats on your shoulders—brushes to your arm as people pass. You guide yourself back to the main building with chuckles and deep smiles of achievement. 

“Someone’s happy.” John’s voice freezes you halfway into the home and you cringe like a leaf. After a moment your eyebrows slide up with a cheeky smile.

“John,” you draw out his name and turn, seeing him leaning against the house with his arms crossed and legs stiff. He looks unimpressed in all of his handsome glory. “Well, don’t you look nice—did you trim your beard before coming out?” 

Walking slowly towards him, you loop your hands around his waist and press kisses into his neck sweetly. The man sighs long and you feel his large palms rest on your hips heavily. You blink innocently into his orbs. 

“Your silver tongue won’t work on me, Love.” The glint in his expression eggs you on as his nose tints down to touch yours. You smile brightly, seeing the wrinkles on his forehead dim as he melts into you easily. 

Whispering, you utter to the air, “I’d say you like my tongue, you brute. Tell me often enough.” Not a beat is missed, but you feel his cheeks go slightly red.

“Keep it on a leash and maybe I’d like it more, yeah?” You snort loudly, head dipping only to feel his lips press into your scalp; his smile is teasing as his beard drags against you. 

John breathes you in along with the scent of sand. One of his hands travels up to lock into the back of your neck, playing with the chain of your necklace. The one that mirrors his own down to the very dents and scratches. 

“You alright?” The words are a murmur into your flesh. You let him play with your wedding band as your smile softens to the same sensation of warm pelts on a wooden floor. 

There was no use telling you to stop your crusades, the Brit knew that. You did what you wanted and damn the consequences; John was stuck with damage control but knew you had the skills and know-how to break all odds. You still held that same fire that the woman he married wore like a crown of fangs without fail.  

“Always,” you reassure him, hugging his waist tighter and staring into his eyes.

The both of you lapse into a delicate hold. John’s arms cage you in and you’d have it no other way as fingers drag over warm flesh, never mind the brutal dig of gear or the stain of blood. Neither could keep you away from the other. 

“When will you stop making my heart rip out of my chest, Sweetheart?” John asks, smirking down at you. “Trying to give me a heart attack before forty, eh?”

“Oh, please,” you whisper against his lips, eyes alight with mischief as he watches you closely—pulse pounding against yours. He could never be angry at you. “We both know that if you have one, I’ll be having one too. We’ll end up being brain-dead at the same damn time, no doubt.” 

He laughs against you lowly, having to pull back to shake his head at your bland confession. “You’re fuckin’ mental, Love.” He breathes in soft puffs of breath. You gaze up at him, laced with affection and care, as he rests his forehead on yours. “Ah, but that’s alright, isn’t it? We’re all a bit crazy.” 

“You might be a little bit higher on the metaphorical scale,” you tease, face serious but eyes betraying you. They always would when it came to John; the only person to break through that ‘cunning nuisance’ that everyone always mentioned in your file. 

“Really, now?” He blinks, smirking and rubbing at your hip absentmindedly and leaning closer—pushing your neck to the side. 

“Just a bit,” you huff, not even realizing. 

Before you can utter another word, firm lips capture you like a beast in iron bars, bulky forearms stuck at the curve of your spine. You chirp into John’s mouth in surprise but melt into him as his large purr resonates into your bloodstream. Singing, you bring your hands to his cheeks, digging through those bristles to feel the burn on your hands. 

Humming, your husband nuzzles his nose into your cheek like a dog would, letting him take in your scent as you feel your legs go weak. You enjoy the worship he gives you; always would. Your body is tightly held against his own and you gladly would have shown him how much you enjoyed him being here if only for the small fact you needed to talk to Farah. 

With one last pass of his reddened lips, you slip back and kiss his bristly cheek with a chuckle. 

“Later.” 

He groans into you. “Tease.” 

“I didn’t even do anything!” You laugh loudly, moving out of his hold to walk into the house as he follows at your heels. John’s hands go to the top of his vest collar to rest. 

He leans down and whispers, “Don’t need to, Love.” 

Your face burns for him and only him as he grumbles out chuckles at your blown pupils. Huffing, you turn and roll your eyes, trying to dispel your flaming blood. Farah waits for you and with a happy glance up she comes from around the table and claps you on both shoulders. You grunt in surprise but grip her elbows with a laugh. 

“Barkov’s remaining cell was wiped out—my soldiers are hunting down the remnants as we speak.” She squeezes your gear and you sigh in relief. “Thank you, Lion, for coming out when you did. The Captain was not wrong in his assessment.” 

You turn your head to the side and glance back at John. “Hear that my Love, I’ve heard you talk about me. That’s so precious.” 

His face goes red under his beard, and his feet shuffle as you and Farah share a joking glance. John releases under-the-breath grumbles before the Commander addresses him. The woman releases you but speaks past your person.

“Some of my younger soldiers wanted you to mentor them with the use of their weapons, do you plan on staying the night?” You and John share a look, a seeming telepathic communication going on. 

He nods at you and you smile. “Only tonight, we ship out at first light. I’ll do what I’m able.”

“Then you also have my thanks. They’ll learn much, I’m sure. Lion,” John comes and gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving. You watch him go for a moment before rubbing at your dirty neck while you listen to Farah. “Come with me, there’s fresh water on the roof.” 

“Oh,” you perk, suddenly realizing the fatigue in your bones and the dryness of your throat. “Thank you, that’d be great.”

As you both ascend the stairs to the roof, there’s a still silence that falls, a calm nothingness. When you finally stand on the flat roof, you look over the vast land as Farah hands you a chilled water bottle from a mini-fridge. You take it with a small nod in thanks. 

“Nice view,” you motion with the bottle before taking a long sip—downing half of it in one go. 

Farah smiles and hums. “Urzikatan is a beautiful place,” you listen and wipe at your mouth; seeing people walk the streets below as the red sun grows even lower. In the wind, your nose twitches to sand and dust, with some hint of floral notes and arid cleanliness. Farah’s face seeps with a low sadness when she looks out to the land and you pause your drinking. Brows pulling in, you watch her. 

“Farah?” You ask, carefully. It’s a moment before she responds.

“I…” She crosses her arms and sets her feet. “I wonder if this place will ever see its freedom. We’ve been fighting for so long already. My family has known war more than anything else.” Brown eyes drift to you from the side of her eye. 

There’s a tightness in your chest. You can’t imagine what Farah feels right now, what she has felt. Years of this…and still her home is under foreign subjugation. A frown grows on your face and you put the half-full bottle to the small wooden table near the roof’s corner. 

“You’ll get your sovereignty, Farah.” You try your best to speak your mind to the woman but remain truthful to your belief. Farah stares out as you sigh lowly. “Maybe not now—maybe not in this generation—but someday the sun is going to set on a free Urzikatan. You’re plenty strong enough to assure that and you’ve done a proper job so far. The frames are already set.” 

The Commander hums and gazes at her soldiers below as they mull about, laughing with each other and enjoying the company of their fellow countrymen.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like?” Farah asks you, and you study her genuine interest in her own thoughts. “Who we would be if nothing ever happened to us.” 

You stare for a moment, skull tilting down to gaze at the top of the roof. It’s not an easy question to answer. 

“Sometimes,” your lips admit. Farch eagerly pivots to your form like you hold the greatest answer imaginable. She’s been through so much—losing her family, and her home. Humming, your eyes shift to the setting sun; blinking at it. Against all of this, your lips flinch up into a smile. “But not often.” 

Farah’s eager gaze turns confused, her brows furrowing deeply with a scrunched face. 

“Because right here, right now,” John walks down the street below, and your eyes fall to him as easily as a leaf dances to the ground. The expression on your face eases. “It couldn’t have happened if there were never bad days.” Your husband looks up, and you see him pause among the ranks of other fighters. You chuckle softly, head tilting to the side. 

John stares at you as if you’re the only person to exist, moving one hand from his vest to jerk two fingers in a subtle greeting. Farsh watches the interaction closely, tension loosening from her body. Your head nods slowly to your husband and you say to the woman, absent-minded, “I’m right where I need to be…And the sun has never looked brighter.”

Farah huffs a laugh, eyes running back and forth between the two of you. 

“He loves you,” she says, “deeply.” 

“God,” your laugh echoes, “I sure hope so.” The both of you laugh. 

It felt easy to speak to the Commander, truthfully. Being surrounded by four men all of the time can get catty even with such a strong bond as you had with One-Four-One. 

You dare to share more.

"In my mind, John and I are still in Hertfordshire for our wedding,” The words come out of you slowly, unwrapping emotions one layer at a time as if swaddled in a dark veil of internal nostalgia. You watch John as he walks along, oddly sad but filled with something that makes you want to take him up into your arms with a wet laugh. “Sitting back on the grassy hills outside of town in my gown and him in his tux. The wind is cold…but neither of us can find it in ourselves to shiver. The sun's setting on our heads and making everything glow gold. His fingers are running through my hair…” You pause and hear Farah’s soft breath in the air, but you don’t look at her. Your eyes stay stuck on one person only. “When I die,” your words continue, “I can't ask for anything more than just a glimpse of that again. Just a flicker of that hill. Of those blue eyes looking into mine. I don't think it would be all that bad if I could live in that moment for senseless eternity. If I could live in it for only one second." 

John looks back at you from over his shoulder, your form shrouded in the setting sun as he slowly walks away from you. You gaze with melted eyes, the ring around your neck shining all the brighter. 

“I’m right where I need to be,” finishing, you turn your glossy eyes to Farah, who stares with a wide pull to her lids. “And you need to believe that even if you never get to see that freedom—that hill—you’ll make sure someone else can climb it just an inch farther.” 

It’s a long moment before Farah answers.

“The both of you will do this until one of you dies, hm?” You blink before you shrug. 

“Not one.” Your tone is easy, and John’s shadow turns a corner; out of sight. “I’d never let him go without me.”

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

okay like i know we all joke (?) about kafka's kaiju form being a biblical need but at the end of the day i just love human kafka and his lil stubble and his cute tummy and his adorable grin. he's just so boyfriend material i wanna smooch him 😭

A/N ::: Good God, Bri. You don't know what you've started with this ask. I went a little off script? Unhinged? Idk ... somewhere along the lines of quite unwell for this man. Like, it's not cute anymore. It's getting really close to psychiatric intervention (at my request) 🤣

I would look forward to the times I got to wake up in the morning, hopefully next to him because nothing in the night pulled him away from me. I'd be so happy to get out of bed and do morning stuff with him. Maybe showering - and it doesn't even have to be anything sexual (but hello???). Just that closeness.

And yeah, his soft, wet tummy pressing against your wet body. Both of you sliding against each other as you talk about silly, inconsequential things like what you dreamt about or what you want to have for lunch today. While you're shaving his chin, prepping him for the day, he is already thinking about showing up where you're at and surprising you with something that you said you were craving a week ago, but you haven't mentioned since because things have been so crazy that you barely have time to breathe, let alone think about what you're going to eat that day.

When he does show up with food, you see him walking across the parking lot and you run out to meet him and jump into his arms. You both just stand there on the sidewalk, clinging to each other. Talking about how much you missed him and how lucky are you to have such a great man that listens to your blabbering and takes notice of when you say something that you want/want to do.

He feeds you the first bite because he wants to see when the flavors hit your tongue and your face lights up (he moves his hand away a lot faster than you do when you take a bite of something). The look on your face is nothing short of orgasmic - but he just laughs at the joy you're expressing over something as innocuous as a bite of food. That's what makes him the happiest - when something so simple can bring you such contentment.

And when it's time for him to go, you walk hand in hand to where he's parked, and he pushes you against the door of his car and he smooshes himself against you and puts his forehead against yours and thanks YOU for letting HIM bring you lunch. He talks about how much he loves that he can do little things like this - ok, too far? Idk. I'm in complete Lala-land over this man.

And he wraps that discussion up with a sweet, slow, soft kiss to your lips that leaves you kind of breathless. It's not the usual kiss he gives you when you're saying goodbye in the morning or hello in the evening - unless he's trying to sway your disposition.

But this kiss is almost a promise that better things are to come.

Staying true to his unspoken word, you walk in the door and all of the lights are off. In electricity's place, there are candles lit and scattered all about the living room. Something smells really good but it's not food.

It's Kafka. He's wearing a cologne he tried a couple of weeks ago when you were out at the mall. He tried it and wore it very well that day - really, for the next 8 hours after he put it on.

In those hours, you couldn't keep your hands or mouth off of him, much to his surprise/pleasure.

He heard the front door close, and you call out hello to him and he came from down the hall. Your eyes met; you noticed right away his brow was quirked in a suggestive way.

You were on him like white on snow and you had the best end to an already amazing day.

I WOULD GIVE UP SO MUCH TO HAVE THIS MAN BE MY BOYFRIEND. Goddamn it, I love him so much.

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[rzyraffek]

Due to lack of affecion in my life I gladly wanna say that I made another

Slashers hugs and kisses headcanons

It's fully swf! Pure fluff! They/them Somone hug me pls. Request open

Brahms Heelshire

How his hugs look like: he either goes romantic and hugs them very gently OR just grabs them and holds them as close to him as possible. Loves hearing heartbeat too (when laying in bed )

He loves any kind of physical contact with them! Any handholding, hugs, cuddles ANYTHING this guy loves. Especially grabbing their hips or dhoulders when they are cooking or doing chores

Laying in bed together before staring day and morning routine is a must! He needs to wake up with good mood or he will stay grumpy for whole day

Also pls give him little kisses! On cheeks, forehead, hand, neck HE LOVES THOSE

Billy Lenz

Hugs on couch, him on top cuddling like his life depends on it, like they gonna evaporate in his hands if he stops hugging

Also he is going to say a lot of weird things (wow no way billy lenz saying weird stuff??) And he will inform them that he is plannin on doing the nasty with them later (respectfully)

But he enjoys the moment

Everytime he sees them after long day (assuming that s/o works/studies outside their household) he will just keep one of his arms around them till they go shleep really

Also he stares, a lot, if they aren't in huggy mood he will just stare without any emotions on his face, hes not mad he just misses the warm feeling of somone loving him :(

Also he bites

Asa emory

I swear this little prankster will pretend he fell asleep on couch while yall be watching movie, just to hear them react and take care of him. Also he melts when they give him little kisses or turn tv off so he can peacefully nap.

Or when they are tired after long day and have nap on him while he monologues about cool bugs. Playing with hair and lil massage included

He doesnt really like hugging while he just stands, it feels so akward, so he rather go lay on couch/sit on armchair while yall wanna get phisical

Every cuddle session ends with one of you falling asleep and other one really hates waking the first one up

Jason Voorhees

I dont really write for Jason but oh boi

Cuddling before sleep is so goofy, this guy is huge, like HUGE. If s/o prefers being smol spoon he will cover them completely, he is one of those people who put their leg on their partner so they are closer. But if s/o prefers being big spoon, he will giggle, blush even, he loves it! Also good luck with not being squshed at night

This guy really goes 'a mimiimi ah mimimii zzz' when sleeping btw

He will pick them up while hugging and hold hands 24/7, especially after that one event when s/o got lost in Forest once. No. No more of that pls there are degenerates around

Bear hugs

Micheal Myers

No

Just no

He won't hug anyone really, its uncomfortable for him. I mean after really long time spent and enough trust given, he will let them hug him, or grab his arms and hands and give him lil smooches

But he won't really give those back, no, even if they are very upset or in bad mental situation, he won't. Respect that

Again-if he knows them well and likes them, he will pay no mind in them giving him smooches or hugging him. He gets that that's how they find comfort, but don't think he will do it too

Vincent Sinclair

This one is very hugable bean

He will be akward due to his lack of social skills but oh boi isn't he very meow meow?

When they kiss his head or hug him while saying something nice. Guy will be soso happy

He gets very shy when Bo sees yall hugging. Like he did something embarrassing:(( somone needs to explain to this poor baby that hugs and comfort is okay and valid :(

Bo Sinclair

His hands are all over them

If yall aren't holding hands, he has his on their hip, or on they shoulder

He also kinda ??? Sniffs you??? Idk he likes how they smell?

He likes when they lay on top of him or when he's big spoon

Will say some goofy level stuff, wacky even

And bites them a bit, not hard tho

Also vincent once walked in room while yall were cuddling and laughing and he thought yall were doing the nasty and now he has (another) trauma

Boioioioojgn 3am here yall have great day bai

[savepc2023]

kuhdkuhkhad Hi, welcome back, love! I got a hc ask for the school LIs. What do you think their favorite types of kisses are? Like cheek kiss, butterfly kiss, forehead, hand, French-

Kisses can be cute, kisses can be hot, I wanna smooch my beloved-

me asking chatgpt what types of kisses there are at 5:00 a.m: 💻🗿

Robin: Ohh they wanna attempt a spiderman kiss so badddd.....But till they eventually find a way to surprise you while hanging upside down, their current favorite is kissing the corners of your mouth. It's so sweet and chaste, yet so intimate. One lil peck and it makes way for a smile to come on your face. C'mon nowwww, how can they not like it when you ask for an actual kiss on the lips huh? And how can they not like it when they sassily respond back that they're technically kissing your lips, aren't they? UGH. I WANNA VFRHEF8RIDKJOI💥💥💥💥

Whitney: Contrary to popular belief, it isn't actually french kisses. It'sssss neck kisses babey. And unlike Robin there's no cutesy romantic reason for it, no. Most people just have sensitive necks and basically crumple to the floor when they're kissed there. Gives Whitney a huge ego boost, yk? Probably leaves some hickeys on exposed areas too, that bastard.

Pure Sydney and Corrupted Sydney: Both love cheek kisses. Sure, the bolder they get, the more lip action takes place but there's just something so.....breathtaking about cheek kisses for them. Like it's just on the move, yk? They're mostly given when there's a rush, like when you have to go somewhere real quick but you also wanna give them one little display of affection before you leave and that just has a really special place in their heart.

Kylar: Mouth to mouth, tongue in your throat. Bro is moaning into you and when you pull away for air they are babbling about how much they love you and how much you love them and how everyone should see how much you love eachother before they go in for ANOTHA one that leaves you even MORE breathless. They just loves showing the other students at school that yes, you are their partner and yes you love them very much, thank you.

Bonus because I couldn't help but think of him:

Darryl: Hand kisses. Because you take it slow, just as he asked you to. Because you don't get mad when he says he doesn't think he's ready for an actual kiss yet. Because your lips are so gentle on his calloused hands, so much so that he feels his heart melt. Because after he drops you off at Domus Street, and the door of the orphanage closes as you give him one last quick smile, he exhales shakily and stares at his fingers, slowly pressing them against his lips.

[spenglersweetheart]

OK OK OK OK HEAR ME OUT:

What if reader, who loves sweet things and is a bit in the chubby side, adores Ray. Best friends science high school and they are so scared of screwing up and confessing, one night Ray brings them back after a ghost incident in their apartment complex and they are so sleep deprived they confess and Ray has a massive grin on his face and gibs them a lil smooch

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE OFC I WILL WRITE THIS ONE !!

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Sleep Deprived Confession

Ray Stantz x chubby!Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU AND RAY HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE high school. You two were pretty much tied to the hip since day one. with an equal love for science, you two bonded, even over stuff like the occult, since it was something that he was interested in and something that you already knew way too much about, so that bond technically made itself.

But, your feelings for Ray have grown a significant amount since high school. You were scared to even admit it to yourself. But you definitely weren't going to admit it to Ray. You were scared to ruin that friendship, and something like that would definitely do it. You've seen it happen. Not only that, but the insecurity you've had since high school always kicked in, not to mention that you were picked on for it. And that was being a bit on the chubby side.

Now you didn't mind this, it was just that people who did mind it that always said something. You would say something back, not letting the people win. But sometimes, they did win. But you weren't going to tell them that.

You hadn't slept in about a couple of days, mainly because you had been away from home. Your apartment complex had been haunted. You were staying at the Firehouse because of it. And you couldn't sleep there because you missed the warmth of your own bed. But luckily, Ray and the other ghostbusters had fixed that problem for you.

Ray was the one who took you back to your apartment. You fumble for your keys, but you're even too tired to unlock the door. You even dropped the keys a couple times. It took Ray to grab the keys from you and unlock your door that you could finally enter into your apartment.

You didn't even make it to the bed. You pretty much laid down on your couch because you couldn't make it far enough. You're slightly sitting up, your arms are folded on the end of the couch, your head resting on your arms.

Your eyes are about to close, but they stay open just enough for you to speak to him as he was about to leave.

"Can you just stay? Just for tonight," you say tiredly, "I just wanna make sure that the ghosts are actually gone."

Ray turned around. "I assure you that they're gone, but sure! The guys won't mind if I'm home for one night," he replies back.

"Thanks ... I 'ppreciate it," you tell him, "you're always there for me when no one else is."

"Well of course," Ray says, "You're my friend. I care about you."

"Friend ..." you sleepily trail off, "Friend is such a vague thing ... I wish we could be more than friends."

You had barely even realized what you have said. But Ray definitely heard it. He looks at you, eyes softening. But, a massive grin appears on his face. He tilts your head up to face him before giving you a small kiss on your lips.

Your face is red. Beet red. You weren't expecting that. It even wakes you up a little bit. You look up at him, embarrassed that what you said had even come out of your mouth.

"How come you never asked to be?" Ray asked, "I thought we could tell each other everything."

"I didn't wanna ruin our friendship," you simply answered, a yawn escaping your lips.

"Well, I wouldn't mind. We can totally be more than friends," Ray told you.

"Yeah ... That would be nice," you said back. Another yawn escaping from you.

Before Ray can respond back, you were already asleep. The only thing he could do was gently rub his hand through your hair before giving you a kiss to your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N ..." he whispers.

[rene-hl-trashcan]

The gremlins quirks and habits. I wanna know them on a more personal level so I wanna see their cute lil quirks

The Gremlins' Quirks and Habits

I don't think they're particularly quirky people but they do have some habits. Most are normal but some are....eccentric. 🤣🤣

Sylvan

He likes flavoured milk/sweet fruit juice and would get absolutely whiny and annoying (poor Sylvia RIP girl) if he doesn't get his fill of sugary drinks for breakfast. He also has a habit of carrying sweets/food everywhere because he gets hungry so easily. Sylvan has a serious case of lack of boundaries since he tends to live by the rule 'give affection first, ask permission later'. Chaste kisses, bear hugs, head pats, handholding, arm-cling (yes, doesn't matter if you're like, half his size, if he feels like it, he will cling to your arm and put as much of his weight on you as he thinks you can handle) and hair ruffles are his way of greeting 99% of the time. He will only show restraint if his (typically ignored) internal social alarm alerts him that a person is aversed to touch. He has a horrible, terrible, and utterly shameless habit of biting anyone he thought cute. Cute aggression is real with this boy. You could have a totally normal conversation and accidentally do something he thinks is cute and if it's too much cuteness for his non-existent social restraint to stop him, he will just randomly...chomp. None of that bruising marking bite tho (he reserved that for private requests only), but just a light nom. This boy is so oral-oriented.

Sylvia

Tea, and later as they grow older, alcoholic beverages. Sylvia has a habit of casually conjuring a cup/glass and proceeds to pour a cup/glass of her beverage of choice if she feels exasperated but knows that she couldn't nope her way outta there (98% of the time it's because of Sylvan's shenanigans lol). The world could be burning around her but she will still prioritise her drinks first. She stress-workouts. She needs physical activity to cope with stress and anxiety, and this includes the thought of having to socialise. Sylvia is extremely introverted when it comes to socialising. She could command, present, and debate with intimidating charisma but the moment she is asked to socialise in a casual setting, this girl needs her push-ups/laps/any physical activities (and drinks) first. Even then, she will still hide behind Sylvan/Mildred/Riz and avoid interactions at all costs. Has an endearing habit of puffing up her cheeks and scrunching up her face if she couldn't figure out something. She never realised it but every time she is stuck and can't solve/figure out something, she will do it and the next thing she knows her arm just got nommed by her brother; or she will get a random forehead kiss from Riz; or have her puffed cheeks being smooshed and smooched by Mildred. 🤣

Riz

Riz is a creature of routine and habit, and it's all for a good reason. Since he doesn't feel hunger pain, he charmed his pocket watch to vibrate every time he is supposed to eat and drink so that he doesn't forget to do so. However, he does have a habit of needing to have his coffee in the morning, his black tea any time after 3pm, and his chamomile tea/warm milk with honey before attempting to sleep. Among the squad, he might be the best at self-care. Of course, there's the routine self-check for injuries and healing procedure he conducts every time he gets to a safe place after a fight or when he gets home after spending time outside, but he also has other self-care habits that he indulges in. He likes scented things and that transfers to his habit of lathering his hands in lotion almost hourly, adding fragrances to his daily evening bath, and his need for lighting scented candles before he attempts to sleep. Also, around the squad, Riz has an automated habit of giving forehead kisses if he thinks they're acting cute. Since the gremlins have established their boundaries with each other early on, Riz is comfortable approaching them, gently tilting their chin with his hand and giving them a forehead kiss (and a soft 'thank you' for making him smile).

Mildred

Mildred needs her milk tea every morning. She also doesn't like breakfast because she feels the urge to throw up if she eats a full breakfast early in the morning, so she will pack her breakfast and snack on it at smaller time intervals throughout the morning. At Hogwarts, this is right in between classes, and for smaller food items, she would sneakily eat them in class. At home, she would spend at least 15 minutes before starting her day talking to her horse (Orion). While at Hogwarts, she does this with Hazel the Unicorn. If she's in any situation where she can't have Orion/Hazel to talk to, she will resort to her plushies to talk to. She also has the habit of conjuring her plushies and squeezing them whenever she gets nervous or needs a courage boost. Mildred is so attached to her plushies that she makes a plushie resembling everyone she has come to love in her life (yes, she has plushies of the squad.) Similar to Sylvan, she also has an outwardly affectionate habit she practices with everyone she likes. Mildred will smoosh and smooch. If she feels someone in this circle is acting cute, she will giggle and proceed to squish their cheeks in her palm before proceeding to kiss each of their smooshed cheeks (Permanent victim: Sylvan; Favourite victims: Sylvia and Ominis; 'Golden Pokemon victim': Riz 🤣)

[l0ve-persevering]

Hermitcraft Drabble :D

long post ahead (i sure hope it does) 

 whooo boy this ones kinda weird but here we go:

TikTok Has arrived on Hermitcraft! As well as other trends that take Season 9 by storm, one has particularly caught on: ‘I kissed my best friend’. 

feel free to continue/continue this au, (though please tag me i wanna see) 

it was just a concept that I HAD to write out cus it was eating me alive. Enjoy :)

contains:

Mumbo/Grian (but platonic), Etho/Bdubs, Cleo & JoeHills (PLATONIC.), Ren/Doc, Keralis/Xisuma and Grian/Scar

Fluff. All fluff. 

Lil smooches but not very detailed. 

MUMBO AND GRIAN

Its the first thing Grian does when seeing Mumbo back on the server

Literally. the first.

Mumbo climbs out of the server portal sipping a lil milk tea boba with tapioca cus duh.

Scar (subtly filming) and Grian are waiting for him at Spawn when he climbs out, a sideways smile on his face

and Woah!! music starts playing!!

And Mumbo’s smile drops because music and grian are never good signs.

He still has not forgotten that mumbo for mayor song.

And as the beat drops, grian leans forward (pinching mumbos cheeks) and gives him a nice big peck on the lips.

Mumbo is in shock.

And promptly spits out his drink.

Right into Grian’s face.

Grian, to his credit, is not at all offended and rolling on the floor laughing, propped up my scar’s legs who is pretty much bent over, yelling about how he got it on camera, whilst Mumbo is apologising profusely (his moustache is quivering) which makes Grian laugh even more.

ETHUBS :DDD

Bdubs quickly catches onto Grian’s antics (who has been around the server kissing… pretty much everyone (he has been punched multiple times) and then shows Mumbo’s reaction.

So, as he starts playing the song, he’s not surprised to see the sheer unbridled terror in Etho’s eyes as he rapidly turns around, scanning for Grian.

He squints his eyes suspiciously when his eyes land on Bdubs.

Who is simply beaming.

Bdubs slowly approaches him and- devs why is Etho’s face on fire??

On the beat drop, Bdubs leans towards him, all puckered up and-

“Thats when you’re supposed to lean in, too y’know,” He squints at Etho, who’s just standing there.

“Want me to shut my eyes? I can close my eyes.”

So he stands there. Eyes screwed up, pouting. Etho takes a picture and walks away (he later sends it to Iskall (threatening him on the stakes that he would never base near him again to not send it to anyone else).

He can hear Bdubs shouting in the distance.

So later, when the sky is dark and the mask is traded in for bunny slippers, he creeps up the stairs of Bdubs’ monolith (obelisk? i cant remember) and gives him a kiss on the forehead, only letting out a groan when firm hands pulls him into bed, and when Bdubs spoke, his voice was think with sleep.

“You’d better kiss me proper this time, because if you woke me up just for that you’d best start runnin’”

Oh, and what could Etho do but oblige.

JOE AND CLEO

Cleo was sick of the music. Also sick of the remixed music that included several punching noises, grians yelps and cleo’s swear words that seemed to just play around her base whenever Joe was near.

But one day, Joe appeared around the corner with a little less pizazz than she was used to, and as he looked at her, he hit a button on his com, and a softer, sweeter cover of it started playing.

“You now? Really?” She tsked at him, though held out her arms for a slow dance. And though she rolled her eyes when he kissed her on the cheek, she allowed it, twirling him out and dipping him just like they used to in their season 8 castle.

(and if she kissed him back, then no one really needed to know, did they).

REN AND DOC

Doc bites the inside of his cheek, brow furrowed, as he stares down at the quest shard.

<Do the TikTok Trend With the King!>

This was one of Grian’s fake priority quests, no doubt.

A quest that would make fun of Ren, take diamonds from him and make him all flustered all in one go?

He hums thoughtfully, pocketing the quest (and the hefty diamond prize.) Though Grian had never explicitly said he was against the king (yet), Doc had been on enough seasons with him that he know he was up to something.

And it wasn’t like he was even a citizen, so could he really commit treason? Nope.

It was more like he was waging war.

Besides there was always… something going on with him and Ren. They’d never done anything, per say, but it had always felt like a bit of an inevitability.

He met Ren outside the crastle, who scowled at him as he arrived.

“Doc,” (his tone cold and harsh)

The creeper didn’t say anything, simply throwing Ren the shard and tilting his head.

“I didn’t write this-”

“Pretty desperate, huh?”

“Why are you even doing this quest then?”

“Maybe I need the diamonds,” Doc almost chuckles from his own defence. (Of course he doesn’t need diamonds)

Ren doesn’t seem convinced (as in he sees right through him)

Doc blushes clears his throat because he cant believe he's stooped to this level but he sets up his comm anyway, offering Ren his hand.

“Who says we can’t have that enemies to lovers arc, huh?” Ren smirks as Doc kisses his forehead.

They dance to no music for longer than Doc cares to admit.

KERALIS AND X SHESHWAMY

The music starts playing in the middle of the shopping district, as though someone (probably Brian) had rigged a network of jukeboxes under the very streets and lay in wait for their unsuspecting victim(s). Keralis grabs X’s gloved hand, dragging him behind as he sprints for a safer place to take off

“C’mon, Sheshwamy, we gotta get out of here!” He hisses.

X, with surprising strength, pulls Keralis under a bridge, and they crouch there, listening for any telltale fireworks.

Keralis eventually creeps out, and though the music is still playing, he doesn’t see any Brians flying about looking for kisses, so he goes back to let his Sheshwam know.

Who has his mask off, cheeks pink and grinning lightly at Keralis’ wide (wider) eyes and agape mouth.

“I know its not something I’d usually do,” He says nervously, (and wow Keralis forgets how gorgeous Sheshwam is without his mask (not that he isn’t gorgeous with his mask), his eyes needing to adjust to the beauty. “But-”

Keralis interrupts him by wrapping his arms around Sheshwamy and kissing him hard. X resiprocates happily, moving his arms down to hug Keralis’ hips.

When they finally broke apart, Keralis’ grin matched Bdub’s and X was flushed.

“If that was just for fun, Keralis, I will-”

“Sheshwam, look into my eyes and ask yourself that question again.”

SCAR AND GRIAN

They were at Scar’s starter base when It happens.

Grian’s over, hanging out with (pestering) Scar as he sketches out blueprints, only occasionally giving him actually useful feedback.

(Others are slightly more questionable, such as holding a contest to see who the best princess would be and rigging it so Doc would win)

(he's pretty sure Doc would win anyway)

He’s simply sitting on Scar’s desk, swinging his desk and choosing songs at random to play as Scar works, and he suddenly lands on a song that’s not been heard on the server in a few weeks for no reason.

after an intervention was called.

Scar just smiles, drumming his fingers along to the beat.

“This is where people run y’know,” Grian jokes, a blush coating his face.

Scar smiles along, still engrossed in his work, though the tip of his ears were bright red, “I’ve never ran from you before, have I?”

(This, Grian could correct plenty. Every little skirmish they’ve had had usually ended with Scar scampering off with his tail between his legs.

But. but, not in Life. Not when it got Real. Not when he felt sick, not when Scar was busy - because he’d make time for Grian. He didn’t run when Grian joined a cult last season (albeit for not very long), he didn’t run when the earth beneath them flung itself in the air. He never ran when Grian needed him.)

Did Grian need him now?

(His fingers grazed the underneath of Scar’s chin and he finally looked up.

Scar and his emerald green eyes.

He shuffles closer, tilting Scar closer and he can feel his breath on his nose and see his smile - dazzling - closer than ever, and-)

yes. Grian needs this.

So he closes the gap, and Scar’s grin only grows wider.

BOOM there you go, I know people aren’t written great but I’m busy and don’t have time to watch some hermits so am kinda rusty haha 

[chipswsalsa]

Thinking about being in a relationship with both Danny and Josh. The almost nonstop intimacy. The kisses. The lingering touches. Sleeping all wrapped up in each other. But also, the domestic moments. Making breakfast together in the morning. Going grocery shopping. Doing housework quicker because there are three of you living together. 😭 Why was I put on earth if I wasn't meant to be in a relationship with Danny and Josh??? 😭 And for the record I'd be down to share the boys with you if you'd be okay with that.

stop omg😭 I'm such a whore for domestic life ideals, especially when thinking about the gvf boys

you get them Sunday/Tuesday/Thursday, I get them Monday/Wednesday/Friday, we share Saturday?

like let's just jump into our pretend-land for a moment, shall we

josh

you and josh just sitting on the couch after a long day and you have a couple drinks or a glass of wine and you're all bundled up in cozy blankets and pj's and you're listening to him talk about whatever movie is playing that he's probably seen million times but you agree to watch it bc you know it's a favorite of his, "and when they filmed this scene, the director really wanted to emphasize the theme of the movie so he had the actors all do XYZ," or like, "they heightened the score during this scene because the director wanted to amplify the suspense factor" and you're just nodding along smiling because he's so annoyingly cute with his little never-ending factoids about film, and you lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek and he just smiles and looks at you, “what was that for, mama?” “no reason, you’re just cute.”

jake

living a domestic ass life with jake and you're both bouncing around the kitchen because he agreed to let you (try to) help him cook whatever meal he insisted on making you after he got home from a long run of shows, and you're not the best help ever but he's letting you try your best and chuckling at you when you lose track of where you are in the recipe or something and he just gently ushers you away from the stove, "okay baby, why don't you get the drinks ready and I'll finish up here," and you give him a little pout like, "but i wanna help you" and he gets some lighthearted sass, "you've been a great help, but you'll be even more help away from my stove"

danny

danny and you just sitting up on the couch after he gets home from tour talking way too late into the night about life and checking in with each other and he notices you start yawning so he grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom but instead of laying with you, he grabs a guitar and sits against the headboard while you're fighting to keep your eyes open and he just smiles at you and, "want me to play you something to fall asleep?" and you give him a quiet little "yes please" and he strums a nice gentle lil tune until he sees your breathing even out and hears little snores coming from you, so he leans down and gives your forehead a little smooch before setting the guitar down and snuggling up to you

sam

watching a movie with sam that you know he hates but he watches it because he knows you love it and you're laying with your legs across his lap and he's got his hands roaming up and down your legs, and the whole time he can't keep his comments to himself, "this movie is so unrealistic! you would absolutely notice if someone replaced your face cream with foot cream!" and you just sigh and laugh a little before he ultimately decides to get up and make a drink and spend some time with rosie before you catch him standing in the doorway to the living room watching the movie intently until the credits roll and you look at him with a smirk and say, "thought you hated this movie, sammy?" and he rolls his eyes and tells you to shush before he plops down on the couch to choose a new one, "your movie picking privileges are provoked the rest of the night. I'm picking the movies now."

[l1tw1ck]

he's just a silly little boy!! the most precious angel!!! god i want tobakdhlwdlwhdowhe i want to hold him close qnd kiss his cheeks and make him smile and smooch his lil forehead

right!!! i just wanna give him the world 😭 i'd do anything for him,,

[slttygeto]

Hear me out, satoru and suguru boyfriend headcanons 👁 👁

boyfriend headcanons !!

response: say less mommy.

synopsis: how are they like when you're dating?

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru

warning: nsfw content

author's note: happy suguru day<3 i love my lil ballistic mass murderer so much

reblogs and replies are appreciated !!

gojo satoru

sfw

in my eyes he's literally the best

as an individual, gojo likes to have fun

so you can imagine when he has a partner

he's very big on pda, but if his partner is uncomfortable with it he will drop it in a second

your comfort when he's around means the whole world to him, he knows he can be a little bit annoying and obnoxiously loud but once the sun sets he's a complete different person (i make it sound like hes some kind of mystical creature)

beach dates! park dates! visiting that one restaurant that's owned by a nice old couple kind of dates!

he loves it when you ask him to do stuff for you, it makes him feel like you actually do want him in your life

nose kisses and big smooches on your lips are his favorite thing in the whole world I cant even begin to describe how much he loves to just hold your face and go "mmmmwah" just to see your face scrunch in fake disgust but your cheeks redden a bit at how much he likes to show his love for you

he will never admit it but one time you two were cuddling and you randomly said that you loved him

he did say it back but when he went to the bathroom it wasn't because he wanted to pee but because he shed a few tears and was too embarrassed to show you that part of him

he's never the type to get emotional quickly but being reminded that in his most vulnerable state, you'd still find him amazing made him a little bit overwhelmed

he loves you<3

nsfw

a giver, such a huuuuuge giver

seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pushes three fingers inside you makes his heart swell with pride and dick throb in his pants

he just can't believe what he's staring at

this is the same person who refused to let him grab the peanut butter jar for her because she said she didn't need him

but now her legs are folded to her chest and her pretty cunt is glistening with arousal, wanting him to stuff it full

his kinks aren't the wildest but if you suggest something, hes down to try it, he doesn't think any kink is weird which can be concerning

but as a gojo fucker and a gojo kinnie myself, i headcanon him as the biggest fan of giving head

he loves receiving it obvious but giving head? oh god sign him in

the feeling of your throbbing clit against his tongue and your juices down his throat makes him feel dizzy

he can't help but push your legs back to expose your pretty pussy for him even more before he's devouring it again

won't stop until you're crying pretty tears of overstimulation<3

oh but when receiving? so mean

oh my god he becomes so mean and rough because he cant get past the fact that your hot mouth feels so good around him

grip your hair, makes you choke on his cock, sometimes fucks your throat if you let him and makes it so messy. he loves the sight of drool and tears on your face and down his dick

he curses so much when he receives, you'd never think he has such a foul mouth

"god- fuck, you're so fucking good I can't believe your mouth feels this good, makes me wonder just how amazing your cunt will feel" "cmon pretty, you can take it, such a pretty thing sure can take cock down her throat, right?"

but as one of the kings of aftercare, he will make sure to hold you, kiss you, clean you and calm you down while reminding you of just how much he loves you.

i love him</3

geto suguru (happy geto day!!!)

sfw

where do i even start

he might be a little intimidating at first that you wouldn't wanna approach him

but after you two start dating, you think that him being intimidating is actually a good thing because literally no one looks at you when you two are outside together

this sweet baby loves intimacy so much

he loves loves looooves forehead kisses, especially if you push his hair back and kiss his forehead and call him pretty

it's not like he's never appreciated but coming from you? fireworks are going off in his stomach

big boy has such huge hands (like gojo tbh) so they're always either resting on your thigh or on your head, he likes to feel like he's close to you without actually invading your personal space if you know what i mean

as much as he enjoys forehead kisses, nothing sends him more than knuckle kisses. he will actually melt into the ground and rise again from the dead looking like a new man

oh and car dates are his favorite :) playing music while driving at night with you next to him makes him feel full.

nsfw

have mercy on me i faint whenever i think of how GOOD this man would be in bed

ok first of all i do see him as a giver just like gojo but the difference between him and his boyfri- best friend, is that he actually lets you do what you want at first

in other words, gojo would never let you go down on him before he does

but geto? honey, he's ready for you to kiss the tip of his dick and worship it like the world is about to end

he's a good receiver, he will make you feel like you're doing a good job and will guide you through it very nicely

holds your hair back, caresses your cheek and asks you to maintain eye contact while saying stuff like "just like that" "you make me feel so good"

daddy issues go brrrrr

but when it's time for him to give? oh good god does he not hold back

takes his time, he likes to spread you open and stare at you until you're literally asking him to do something because you start to feel a little self conscious

once he goes down to business it's over. he enjoys the way you taste so much it drives him crazy

but his favorite part of having sex with you? bullying his cock inside you

nothing gives him so much more than watching you struggle to take his cock

and when he drags it slowly against your walls and you're literally near tears because he feels too good? he thinks he won the lottery

he loves it when your emotions are all mixed up and you dont know how to react to the tip of his dick kissing your sweet spot, you cry out and hold onto him and you hold in a scream all while throwing your head back

once he decides he really want you to lose your mind, he just pushes your knees to your shoulders and starts ramming his dick inside you mercilessly

he will make sure to treat you with so much love and care after, dont worry<3

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[second-star-to-motunui]

Do You Want to Put Your Mouth on My Mouth?

Feat. Ace Trappola, Cater Diamond, Floyd Leech, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge, and Malleus Draconia

Yuu asked “do you want to put your mouth on my mouth?” in a very sad attempt at flirting. Let’s see if they succeed in getting a smooch!

They/Them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu.

Likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated

“I thought you’d never fucking ask!”

Ace smashes them into the most ungraceful kiss ever. They bonk foreheads, both their cheeks are puffed up, man, it’s just a disaster.

Ace however, brags about what a fantastic kiss it was.

“LOL, Heck yeah!!!”

Doesn’t matter if he’s dating Yuu or not, that was the funniest way anyone has ever asked for a kiss. Cater adores the way Yuu blushes after!

He takes a pic for Magicam to advise his followers on the new, trendy way to ask for kisses!

“Eh? Shrimpy’s being bold~”

Floyd starts flashing those sharp teeth as he grins. Yuu needs to run. Like now. Run.

He’s not gonna let them live that down. He’ll teasingly ask if they wanna “lock mouths” just to bother them. Of course he tells Jade and Azul too! This fish mafia trio about to make Yuu regret everything.

“Huh? … Oh, OH, you mean a kiss?!”

Epel gets super flustered but he’ll still give Yuu a kiss! It’s just a quick lil’ peck on the lips but it’s still enough to make him blush. It’s become an inside joke between the two of them now.

He playfully asked Yuu the question once, not knowing that Vil was listen. Epel was firmly scolded on manners and the proper way to ask a lover for a kiss. chill karen it’s a joke

“EEEHHHHHH?!?!?!!???!”

Idia.exe has stopped working. He bluescreens on Yuu so hard he straight up sprints outta there. Poor baby.

He of course feels bad about it, after getting hella scolded by Ortho, so he tries to make it up to Yuu… by awkwardly asking is they still wanted to put their mouth on his mouth. He runs away again rip.

“Oh! You’re adorable one, aren’t you?

Lilia gives Yuu a little kiss on the cheek to humor them. Such a silly way to ask for affection! This cute human cracks him up!

Yuu gets sneaky kisses very often now, starting on the hands, to their cheeks and eventually on their lips.

“Is that how humans ask for affection? How odd. I’ve never heard about it but very well.”

He gives Yuu the most loving, sweet, romantic, mind blowing kiss they have ever revived. They didn’t think they would get something so damn good from such a stupid question.

Malleus does of course ask Lilia if it’s normal for humans to ask “to put your mouth on my mouth”. Lilia tells him it is and proceeds to laugh for 5 hours.

[poisonouswritings]

Smooches :(

I'm going to assume this is a request about the Last Legacy M4 since that's what I write the most of. Mayhaps this is your way of saying you want a smooch, in which case I say 'same'. But I'm not actually sure. So while I appreciate you thinking I'm smart enough to get this, I am actually Very Very Stupid and taking a swing in the dark here. Hope you enjoy!

GN!reader, fluffy fluff

Felix

I think Felix is a very big fan of casual smooches. He's been studying or working on experiments for nine hours straight and you just swoop in out of nowhere to kiss his cheek. Instant Dopamine Boost. Instant energy.

In as much as I like to joke about Felix being Easily Flustered, he's also the only Starswon (Rime notwithstanding) that's been in a canon long-term relationship. He's definitely get a lil embarrassed hehe blushy blushy man but he keeps his composure fairly well. Sometimes makes a little noise, sometimes shrinks up a little bit, the tips of his ears turn pink. But he'll look at you and pout and ask if That's All He's Getting™

If you sit with him while he's reading, I think he smooches you a lot. Doesn't even pull his eyes away from the page, just kinda leans over and kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, whatever's close enough. He's Focused™ but he still wants to worship you a lil

When he's not distracted by studies, he's a bit more flustered but he still gives you a lot of little kisses and smooches and pecks

I think especially when something reminds him of Rime. I feel like we don't talk enough about Protective!Felix being afraid of losing MC. So anyways when something makes him think of Rime, it kinda automatically makes him think about how Rime died, and that stresses him. Even if it was Unavoidable, he still worries about that happening to you. So he'll randomly pepper your cheeks and lips with little kisses and hold your hand. Kisses the back of your hand too.

I feel like all of Felix is very soft,, includes his lips,,,, do with that info what you will,,,,,,

He do Big Spell. Head Hurty. When he tries to sleep, smooch his temple. Makes him feel better.

Anisa

Heheh...ehehehe.....cat wife kisses

Gods i miss her

I feel like she loves all types of smooches, but especially sneaky ones! She's spent such a long time following the rules and being The Model Citizen™ that she likes the thrill of it. She's also incredibly proud to be your Knight In Shining Armor!! And as long as you guys aren't doing anything too dirty she doesn't care who sees a bit of PDA.

I think she'd like being kissed on her hands/wrists, tip of her nose, and collarbone. If you wanna be cute and kiss her chest where your heart is, she'll be super flustered but like it (as long as you guys aren't in public at that point).

Her favorite places to smooch you would probably be,,, your forehead (she uses her hands to smoosh your cheeks a lil whenever she kisses your forehead) and the spot below your ear. Maybe nips at your earlobe a little bit when she's feeling flirty but probably not in public

I feel like she hugs you from behind a lot!! Possibly sneaks up on you to give you surprise kisses.

She comes home after a long day of work,, she's so tired,,, help her pull her armor off,,,, give her a lil kiss on the shoulder,,,,,, she melts,,,,,,,,, and when she has nights when the memories are too much for her to deal with and she can't sleep, cuddle her. In between stories and jokes and dreams you two shares, smooch her hand/wrist. Makes her very calm.

I think if you guys are laying around and just kinda relaxing and you suddenly start kissing her, she would purr a little. I don't even know if half-ilephtas can purr, but damnit, she does.

Sage

I was gonna say that I hc that the only source of wholesome smooches Sage ever had before you was probably like, when he and Tulsi were younger and say she was afraid of a thunder storm he would probably kiss the top of her head or whatever (which is something my older sister still does to me a lot when I'm upset) but after That Post from the Insta I feel like that'd be inappropriate,,, which is really shitty because siblings should be allowed to show affection for each other without people being freaks about it,,,,,

But anyways

I think Sage is used to making out and whatever, but soft lil smooches??? Foreign concept.

The first time you smooch his cheek out of nowhere he just bluescreens. He's dead. Gone. Vanished. Slain. He tries to be flirty to hide his embarrassment but you give him this wholesome little smile and he just puts his head down because he needs a second

He's a bit of an attention whore so once you start he doesn't want you to stop. If you're busy studying he 10,000% does the lil headbutt thing.

Definitely likes kissing your hands and nibbling on your fingers a lil but also your forehead, the top of your head, and the crook of your neck because he's trying to hide his face a lil cause he's blushing

Ooh big strong cat man blushing like a tomato because he's being sweet on his loving partner

I also think Biting Is A Love Language! You will get nibbled on often!! Obviously when he's flirty he's messing with you that way but even when he's just being a blushing dork, he gives you a lil love bite. Though I have a thing for marking so porhaps I'm projecting but I'm sure you don't mind

Loves it when you kiss his head/ears, his cheeks, probably his chest too. And if you kiss his scars? Especially while mumbling a bit of praise about how big and strong he is? He simply Ceases To Exist.

Purrs a lot. Is grumpy about it. If you tell him you like his purring then he isn't grumbly but he's still flustered. And going from intense making out to soft little smooches? He's putty in your hands.

Rime

The least visibly affected but probably the most internally screaming. During/after his redemption he feels a lot of guilt for the stuff he's done and, therefore, like he doesn't deserve anything so soft and sweet and loving. In fact the first time you lean in to smooch him he probably jumps a lil cause he wasn't expecting it.

But when you do manage to plant one on him? He does this slow blink and then smirks at you. Makes a catty comment about, gee MC, if you want him so bad you can just say so. But his ears give this little flick and he can't quite look you in the eye and You Know You Got Him

Did you guys knows that deers tails swish around when they're content? You nuzzle up against him and smooch the side of his neck and his tail does a little dance.

Yes I know that horns are keratin and therefore not really sensitive but I think if you kiss at the base of his horns he'll get flustered. Mostly because it's an intimate spot. You might have to gently hold him in place so he doesn't accidentally whack you with his horns or whatever. Otherwise he likes when you smooch his palms or nose.

For some reason I feel like he'd kiss your chest a lot, like where your heart is. Maybe as a lil apology for trying to kill you several times. Always very soft and delicate about it, like he's not entirely sure if he's allowed to do it. Encourage him and he'll calm down, but it takes time.

He has ice magic so I feel like his skin is always cold. Offer to heat him up and he rolls his eyes but his cheeks do get warm. So you've already kinda made progress. Yay you!

[spidcysenses]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐲𝐞

just some fluff hc’s i thought of for both andrew & tasm!peter for just staying in nye ( or really at any time )

𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 —

would make a ton of snacks to literally fill a coffee table, so you can cuddle up and watch movies

i feel like he loves board games ?!? would bring out a STACK that you wouldn’t even end up finishing

BLANKET FORT.

probably tell you cool stories about spider-man things ( that he’s definitely already told you multiple times )

feel like thered be a lot of face flirting? if that makes sense? just like looking at eachother in silence & smiling or just making faces to make the other one blush

“why are you looking at me like that” defINETLY WITH HIS FACE RED AS H*LL

or if you say that he just responds with “because you’re beautiful” ..k word me right now.

lots of forehead kisses specifically in the blanket fort ✋

looking up videos of spider-man on youtube just to brag and show you how cool he is but in a cute way like youd actually say how cool he is and he’d blush and get all shy

doing a lil photoshoot taking pictures of you :P

will just whisper happy new years before you go to sleep giving you a soft lil kiss ahhhh

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 —

has atleast 10 candles lit in the room

reads you parts of the book he just finished with you laying in his lap

karaoke… probably.. maybe i’m just projecting because i wanna sing karaoke with him but i can just feel it in my bones he’d make you sing with him

making stupid faces when he catches you looking at him

telling DUMB jokes out of nowhere to make you laugh

cuddling under a big fluffy blanket, he plays with your hair & u play with his fingers

absolutely let’s you do his makeup.. like that picture of the two people laying on the bed, exactly that

will also pose for pictures you wanna take after the fact

“you look so prettyyy” “yeah i think i look prettier than you” it would be time to throw hands.

he’s probably laugh so hard at himself but apologize so fast & just keep repeating that he’s kidding

just randomly bursting out serenading you with some random song giving you a jumscare probably

kiss attack all over your face, like squishing your cheeks so you cant move jdjdjfjf

will look at the clock and cheer at midnight giving you a big fat smooch

extra hc for both —

play fighting but he’s scared he’ll accidentally hurt you so he makes sure you’re okay every 5 seconds