#but on the other it feels like he was also just getting flustered when a sincere answer was directed at him

[sweetmapple]

Communion

[pieandflannel]

I'm in a Jensen Ackles community, and someone posted that they wanted a fic about the reader liking Jensen's hands. I love your writing and think you could do it justice. If this isn't something you'd want to do, you can ignore this. 😊

They also said they wanna be tagged, @/deanwinchestersgirl8734

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pairing: jensen ackles x fem!reader

summary: jensen catches you staring at his hands which gives him a cheeky little idea.

cw: 18+ smut/fluff, soft dom!jensen, sub!reader has a hand kink, teasing, praising, breast & pussy play, established relationship (married), jensen is a teasing menace.

word count: 987

julia yaps: thank you so much @multiversefanfics for thinking about me it’s so sweet and considerate of you. i didn’t get much details about what you wanted so I hope this is okay 🥺

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“you’re staring sweetheart” said jensen with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his gaze focused on the script he was currently reading through.

you snapped out of your thoughts and went back to cutting the vegetables for dinner, your cheeks catching on a slight shade of pink, feeling flustered that he caught you staring at his hands. “sorry” you murmured.

but at least he couldn’t read your mind right? he couldn’t tell you were imagining his hands roaming all over your body in a meaningful and sensual manner, his big hand wrapped around your throat as with his other hand his fingers work you open, slowly, one finger then two, maybe three. his thumb circling your swollen clit.

he couldn’t tell you were thinking all that right?

but come on can you blame yourself? his hands are so pretty but at the same time so masculine, decorated with age, kissable freckles and veins, a watch on his wrist, tattoo on his thumb and a silver wedding band on his finger that represented his undying love and loyalty for you. you shamefully worshipped your husbands hands as if they were sculpted my michelangelo himself, and he secretly knew it despite you trying to hide it.

he glanced up from his notes and couldn’t help but smile softly as he noticed just how embarrassed you were at him catching you gawking.

an idea popped in his head, he cleared his throat, putting down all the papers onto the table and he stood up, taking his empty coffee mug and walking over to the kitchen counter. his walk was slow, almost like a predator creeping up on it’s prey.

you looked up and flashed him a smile before going back to focusing on not cutting your fingers off with the kitchen knife.

jensen put the coffee mug down by the drip machine, pressed the button to make more coffee and walked behind you, his broad physique towering over your smaller one. his front pressed up against your back.

he gently placed his hands on your hips and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, then another one on your neck and lastly onto your shoulder.

“babe~” you let out a giggle as his beard tickled your delicate skin, your cute little giggle making him smile. he gently squeezed your waist before snaking one of his hands up your shirt, moving higher up, just below your bra.

your breath hitched slightly as you tried to focus on slicing the vegetables and not his hand placement, but jensen made it real hard when he sneaked his hand under your lace bra to cup your breast. his hand big and warm.

his other hand gradually shifting lower and lower, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. “babe wha-what are you doing?” you managed to stutter out with a smile.

he hummed in your ear, a big smug smile on his face. “nothing” he replied with an innocent tone which you didn’t fall for. “mhm sure” you chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes.

his hand softly massaged your breast, his thumb brushing against your hardening nipple which made you let out a shaky breath. you had to put the knife down in order not to hurt yourself or him by accident. your lips parted as your breathing became heavier.

“you know what i’m thinking of right now?” jensen whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck which sent shivers down your spine.

“n-no?” you accidentally whimpered out. he couldn’t help but smirk at how worked up you seemed to already be.

his veiny hand suddenly leaving your breast and gripping you teasingly by the throat, his fingers wrapping round you deliciously.

“having my hand wrapped round your throat as my other hand plays with your pretty little pussy” his other hand sliding into your shorts and panties, his middle and ring fingers finding their way between your folds with practiced ease. “oh would you look at that, sooo wet, already?” he teased in a slightly mocking tone as he spread your arousal with his middle finger, using it as lube.

you gasped out as he suddenly brushed against your bundle of nerves, your hands weakly grabbing a hold onto his wrists which only made him chuckle. you tilted your head back, resting it on his muscular shoulder. his facial hair brushing against your temple.

his hand teasingly tightening around your throat as his thick digits circled your clit painfully slow, a soft moan slipping your lips. your eyes closing as your back arched leading to your ass brushing against his crotch. “j-jensen..” you breathed out his name like it was some secret.

“shhh shhh it’s okay sweetheart” jensen cooed into your ear, his fingers sliding up and down your slit. “just focus on my hands, in your panties and around your neck…you’re doing so good for me sweetheart” he praised, his words making you melt right there on the spot. he gave your cheek a soft kiss and continued to play with you.

as tension was building up in the pit of your stomach, your grip on his wrists became gradually weaker. jensen could tell that you were getting close by how your body tensed up underneath his touch.

then suddenly his phone started ringing, jensen couldn’t stop the small smirk forming on his face, he was waiting for this important call for a while now, knowing damn well he will leave you waiting, on edge and unsatisfied until later.

“i gotta get that, it’s important” he whispered with a smirk before giving you another soft kiss on the cheek and slowly pulling away, reaching into his pocket for his phone with one hand and licking off your arousal from his other.

“i’m not finished with you yet” he said, giving you a cheeky little wink before picking up the call and walking away into the living room.

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[torasplanet]

❝𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

NERD! A. ARLERT + PARTY GIRL! F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you and armin have always been close...a little too close some might say but a couple drinks and an edible at a concert makes you grow closer than before.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, fluffy(maybe??) public makeout, public fingering, emo!eren because I haven't seen that before, goth!mikasa, college au, reader can also be perceived as scene, praise, and reader skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; comeback era! i couldn't resist but write a little something after seeing this armin fanart!! creds to @musapylsa for her art!! wrote this in one night

“C’mon, wake up. I can’t do all your work, y’know?” Armin says in your ear as you raise your head to look up at him with a pout. Armin’s cheeks bloom slightly pink at the sight of your messy hair sprawled on your face with that pout.

Sitting up, you groan as you lean back in your chair. “I’m not sleeping. I’m just thinkin’...” You mutter not listening to a single word of this boring ass lecture. You’re too tired, too. All you’ve been thinking about is what to do tonight, it feels like forever since you’ve done something. I mean, yes, you have gone out a lot, but when do you not? You just want to do something with your friends because they’re not party people like you are, well, maybe Eren is, but still not the level you are.

You’ve been so busy thinking about something you all would enjoy. “About what? You never think.” Armin says with a smile as you playfully glare at him. You slowly begin to copy some of his notes as you sigh.

“I was thinking about what to do tonight.” You admit as you lean almost on the blonde’s shoulder to read his handwriting. Armin nearly bursts into flames at how close you are to him, he gets so flustered easily around you. He just can’t help it when you’re so beautiful. 

“Didn’t you go out last night? Would it kill you to stay inside for a day?” Armin asks. He doesn’t get how you can constantly go outside and go party, he’s not really a party person. It’s mainly because he doesn’t like being there when you’re talking to other people, he gets jealous, and then he gets upset because he doesn’t have the right to be jealous. Armin’s feelings for you have always been more than a friend’s feelings should be, and to be honest, you have as well.

Those blue eyes and blonde hair have captivated you since high school, and you’ve never made a move, but you can’t help but let your stare linger when he’s around. “Probably. I wanted to do something with you guys because you don’t like parties, and I was thinking about something we could do.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. You know that parties aren’t all college is about, but there has to be some balance between all of that work and the parties, because all of this work is definitely a hassle.

An idea then sparks in your mind. “Oh! We could go to a concert, there’s one happening late tonight!” You say it louder than a whisper. A concert is the perfect idea, all four of you guys have gone to countless concerts together over the years, and it’s been fantastic.

Armin blinks at you through his glasses. “How are you going to manage getting tickets this last minute?” He asks in disbelief. Over the years and all the people that he’s known over the years, you’re the craziest person he’s known; not in the terms of partying or drinking, but because you always have the craziest ideas that always somehow manage to work out.

I mean, what do you mean you’re going to find four tickets to a concert the same day? “I’ll find out somehow. What, you don’t trust me?” You say flirtatiously as you lean close to Armin’s face, watching with glee as his face brightens up with a blush. Armin avoids eye contact with you as he feels his pants getting tighter.

“No, no! I do…I just…I don’t know.” Armin stammers over his words as you just stare up into him, fluttering your eyelashes. You grin and laugh. Armin is such a cutie, you’ve always wanted to make a move on him, but…you’ve been too scared that maybe it would mess up the group. Not to sound cocky but you were sure that he wouldn’t reject you, the way he looks at you, the way he’d be so nervous whenever you were a bit close. You were sure you could have him, but it wasn’t worth losing your other friends over. You just wanted all of you to be friends and…you were waiting for this to pass.

I guess it was taking a bit too long to pass. “Then trust me. We’ll be there tonight.” You say with a grin as you place your hand on his thigh, not missing the hard-on in his jeans and definitely not missing how it gets harder with your fingers placed on the seam of his pant leg.

Armin doubted you, even though he knew that you would find some way to do it. Just when he thought you would never get the tickets for this 8:30 PM concert and it was turning 7:00, he and Eren get that call from you with Mikasa in the background screaming about how fucking lucky the four of you are and how they should get ready. He couldn’t believe his ears. 

“I think tonight, I’m definitely gonna make a move on Mikasa,” Eren says as he smudges his eyeliner in the mirror, as Armin pulls his green tee over the white long-sleeve. Armin almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to Eren. It’s not like it’s that new of a topic, he’s heard Eren drunkenly talking about how fucking hot he thinks Mikasa is but he usually assumed it’s just guy talk. Lots of guys will call their female friends hot and never want to make a move, not because they can’t, but just because he doesn’t want to date her, but Eren has never talked about Mikasa like this before.

“What? You actually are gonna like…ask her out?” Armin says, trying to figure out the right words. He’s been talking the same in terms of this since middle school, if he had a quarter for every time someone would make fun of him for that, he wouldn’t be in student debt right now.

Eren turns his head as he pauses his smudges. “I mean, yeah. You think she’s not into me?” Eren says, turning back toward the mirror. Of course, Armin doesn’t think that everyone he’s ever met has been into Eren. He just thinks that maybe this will create a rift in the friend group, like maybe they’ll start dating and just start doing things on their own and never meet up with him or you ever again.

Armin hums nervously. “No…maybe she does, but like, don’t you think it’ll kind of ruin the group?” Armin asks. Not so much worried about them but about his feelings for you, he’s thought that maybe acting on his feelings would affect all of you guys’ friendship. If Eren doesn’t care and if Mikasa doesn’t care, then maybe that’s a green light.

Eren shrugs. “No, do you think so? I think it’ll just be us but like me and Mikasa are fucking like you and [Y/N].” He says with a teasing tone, which makes Armin blush. Eren had never stopped teasing Armin for his crush on you since he found out about it. Armin always denies it, but Eren does not believe him.

Eren has not believed him since the day he woke up to Armin moaning your name in his sleep. “We’re not! I don’t know why you keep saying that.” Armin says, embarrassed as he rolls his eyes. “And I don’t think it’d be weird…” He finishes as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

The brunette turns around and faces his childhood friend with a smug grin. “Great then…Maybe, I don’t know, maybe you can start tonight. Finally show her that new piercing. Because I’m sure, and Mikasa would be relieved once you two finally get together.” Eren says, gesturing to Armin’s mouth. Armin groans in annoyance. He hadn’t been intentionally hiding his new tongue piercing, you just hadn’t noticed for some reason. I mean, you definitely noticed how in the first few weeks of getting his piercing, he would speak in whispers and barely open his mouth, but after a few excuses, you stopped pushing it.

Armin did not even want the piercing. Eren had convinced him to get it because he was getting his eyebrow pierced and didn’t want to do it alone, claiming that the eyebrow piercing pain would be so harsh, and Armin should get a lighter piercing to help him with it. Armin fell for that bullshit just to have his tongue swollen and painful for weeks while Eren walked around pain free with a new piercing.

“You are so crude. We’re just really close friends, nothing about it.” Armin says, adjusting his glasses. Eren does not buy that excuse whatsoever, but he decides not to push it anymore because it will ultimately end in nothing.

Eren pushes his hair back into a man bun before shrugging. “Whatever, we should head over there, right?” He says, and Armin nods, watching as the man digs in his drawer and slips something in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to say anything about it.

The two men walk over to the door and open it just to see the two girls in front of it with Mikasa’s hand raised as if she were getting ready to knock. “Oh hey, we were literally about to get you.” She says with a smile on her face, although Armin is having a hard time focusing on her words when he’s too busy staring at you. That skirt is so flowy, and that tank hugs you so nicely that he can’t help but stare at your chest. With how the two of you girls are dressed, he feels as though he’s underdressed with just his dark-washed jeans and his layered shirts. 

You notice his gaze on your body and grin, but you don’t say anything about it. “We got drinks. We can pregame on the train. let’s go.” You say, grinning at the boys, smiling a bit too hard at the blonde. You guys would be taking the train if it wasn’t for Eren crashing his fucking car when he was drunk-driving but instead, you’re on the train to a concert. 

It doesn’t take too long to get to the train station, and it doesn’t take long for the train to come either. “I know you’re not really a drinker, so you won’t need that much.” You say to Armin as you two sit in a two-seater on the train in front of Eren and Mikasa, who had sat in the same seat. Armin gulps as you open up the bottle before holding it out to him. From how eager you are to drink with him, it makes him think you had a pregame for the pregame. “Open up, baby boy.” You say, grabbing hold of his chin, which makes the blonde’s legs shake in excitement. His hands go to the bottom of his shirt in an effort to pull it down and cover his boner.

Armin opens his mouth as he lifts his head in the air before you begin to pour the alcohol into his mouth until half of it is gone. Your gaze lingers on his Adam's apple bobbing from his swallowing rather than the colored liquid that falls into his mouth. Armin finally swallows the last bit and lets his lips linger on the opening, seemingly drinking down whatever was dripping, and looks at you as his face contorts into one of displeasure as if he had eaten an entire lemon. “Gross. You couldn’t have found a better tasting one?” Armin mutters as he sticks his tongue out in disgust, and there’s a gleam in your eyes.

You look as if you had just seen an angel yourself. “When did you get that?” You ask, almost dazed as you point at the ball on the flat of his tongue.

Armin sucks his tongue back into his mouth as he gulps. “A couple of weeks ago, I think a month. Eren convinced me.” He says with an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck, still coming back from the awful taste in his mouth. 

You think you’ll thank Eren for the rest of your life for this. You feel your panties sticking to your body just at the mere sight of that, and all the thoughts flood through your brain about what he could do with that. “It…it looks good.” You say with a ridiculous, silly smile on your face as you down the rest of the drink. Armin’s eyes linger on your lips wrapped around the opening, it’s almost like an indirect kiss, but it is not enough for him. He needs your lips on his, he needs your lips everywhere on his body.

“You guys want edibles?” Eren says, and Armin nods a bit too fast. Armin has always been more of a smoker rather than a drinker, and by smoker, he means eating edibles. It makes him feel better than drinking because he doesn’t think when he’s high; drinking makes him think so much that he can’t control what he’s saying. He needs to be both to balance it out. “There’s only two, so share,” Eren says, handing the boy a gummy.

Armin smiles before biting half of the gummy and offering it to you. You grin at the boy before leaning down and eating the other half, biting his fingers just a little bit with the most shit-eating smile on your face in the world. Armin is about to cum in his pants if you don’t stop what you’re doing. He knows you know what you’re doing. You know it too. You smile at him before leaning on his side and resting your head against his shoulder.

The blonde has always disliked how much of a tease you were. Grabbing his thigh, lying on him, holding him, you know the things that make him tick, and you know what makes his jeans get tighter, and you use it against him. It makes him so angry, but he can never stay angry with you. How could anyone? “You got those tongue piercings for the girls, huh? Want to learn new tricks to show off?” You say, peering up at Armin, who feels as though the alcohol is already hitting him. 

He scoffs, ignoring the heat on his face. “No…I just thought it’d be cool…” Armin says, shrugging his shoulders. Armin won’t lie, well, at least not in his head, he had thought about it a lot. He had thought about you a lot since this tongue piercing. He had thought about how bad he wanted to pry those legs apart and have his fit of blonde locks stuffed between them with his glasses in your hand as the other grabs at his hair as if he’s going to send you into a coma with how the ball of piercing rolls onto your clit.

Your moans would echo into his ears as he tried to stop himself from pouncing on you and ruining you. It’s been the center of his fantasy for a while, he’s dreamt about it while sneaking his hands in his pants, hoping Eren would be out for the rest of the night. Or when he’s in the bathroom with the shower running, trying to cover his whimpers. 

“Really? I’m surprised a little pervert like you hasn’t thought of anything like that, I definitely would.” You tease before looking away, but Armin does not miss how your hand lands on his thigh. He furrows his brows as he shuffles in his seat, already feeling the reality in front of him warping slightly. “Oh, we’re here.” You say as you remove your hand before standing from your seat as the train stops.

Armin says nothing as he stands as well and follows the three of you out of the train. You’ve always been touchy, but something about tonight makes him feel different than before. Maybe it’s his talk with Eren earlier and the fact that he knows that neither Eren nor Mikasa would care if anything happened between the two of you. Maybe he will do something tonight. I mean, he’s already seen Eren and Mikasa flirting not so subtly tonight. You don’t care. He doesn’t care. It won’t be that big of a deal.

By the time you four get to the concert, you’re about thirty minutes late and already drunk off your asses with all the bottles gone as well as high. “Oh my god! We got here just in time for the perfect song!” You screech as soon as you get done showing the security the tickets. Grabbing Mikasa’s hand, you drag her into the standing section, stumbling over your feet, listening to her laugh aloud. 

The two of you sing aloud with the lyrics, not caring if you can’t feel your throat in the morning or how sore your vocal cords will get. You smile at the black-haired girl as you run your fingers through her hair, which she has let down for once in a while. “You look so pretty tonight!” You scream at her as she smiles with her black lipstick stretching across her lips.

The girl stares at you with glee. “You look even better,” Mikasa says, and you giggle at her. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks to get closer to whisper to you. The girl glances a few feet in front of you at the boys, particularly Eren, and you notice this and know the secret is about him, so you nod. “I think I wanna…take Eren to bed tonight? We’ve been flirting all night.” Mikasa says with a grin as she briefly licks her lips without her lipstick faltering, not a bit, you might have to ask her what brand that is after all of this happens.

“Really? I mean, I’m not hating but…you don’t think that’ll like fuck up all of our group? Y’know what happened after that whole Sasha and Niccolo thing.” You say. Ever since you’ve witnessed how Sasha, Connie, and Jean have been a tad bit distant since they started dating, you didn’t want that to happen to you four. It’s not like they stopped being friends, but they just weren’t the same as before. That was your biggest fear.

Mikasa shrugged. “I don’t think so. I think it’ll be the same, we won’t make out in front of you all. It’ll be us, but sometimes we’ll do our own thing like normally, y’know?” She says, and you nod before smiling and laughing. Maybe it really isn’t that big of a deal, then if you do something with Armin, now you feel all silly for thinking that all of that time. 

“Then yeah. You should, I can get him for you!” You say getting excited about Mikasa finally finding someone for her. For eras and phases of your lives, you’ve heard Mikasa talking about finding her true love, and maybe Eren might not be that person, but you’re still happy for her for finding someone anyway!

Mikasa gasps. “You don’t have to, we can have our time, and then I could do that.” She says, and you shake your head at her words. You don’t take it very personally if she wants to spend time with Eren tonight, because with this newly found information, you have a new mission on hand.

You give her a sly grin this time. “Don’t worry, Armin will entertain me while you deal with emo over there.” You say, and Mikasa returns your grin before leaning forward to gently peck your cheek as a thanks for your actions. It’s not so much a sacrifice, it’s almost like a blessing for Mikasa because you can’t remember the last time she’s gotten some dick.

Slipping away from the girl, you head over to the two boys who are chatting and tap on Eren’s shoulder. “Mika wants you over there.” You say with a smirk on your glossy lips. Eren’s eyes light up with joy, and he shares a look with his best friend before scooting away toward the gothic girl, as you stay where you are watching as he does so. Once they start talking, you shift your gaze over to the boy you’re left with. It seems he had already been staring at you, not sparing a glance for his friend.

“Hey.” You say loud enough he can hear as you gaze up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. Armin stares at you as if he had never seen you a day in his life with those reddened scleras through the clear glass of his square glasses that hang low on his nose. 

'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off. Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth

“Hey.” He says more as a whisper, but you can still hear him. You smile as you hear your favorite song play; you hadn’t even realized it had been playing this entire time. It’s almost the perfect moment for it to settle in.

Oh yeah, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Armin looks so ethereal right now. The green lights from the stage flash behind him, and he stares at you whilst you walk just a bit closer to him. Your arms slink over his shoulders as you sway to the song, and his body slowly follows your own. His hands fall to your hips, holding them as if they belong there and for both of you. Armin swears that he can’t feel anything in this moment except you.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you). Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)Don't hold back, let it out

He can’t see anything except your eyes staring at him. He can’t hear anything but your lips whispering the lyrics of the song. Fuck, he can’t even hear the song. You’re the only thing he notices right now. Armin would have it no other way. When your hands fall from his shoulders, his hands fall from your waist as he watches you screech your heart out to the song, knowing that it was your favorite. It was newbie knowledge that it was your favorite. Of course, he’s known this since high school.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Oh yeah, don't hold back

Armin’s heart speeds up as he watches you, his breathing grows faster and harsher as his lips quirk up in the slightest smirk. Eventually, you notice his stare and lack of movement and stare back at him, expecting something to be wrong, but he says nothing. Armin smiles at you as he breathes heavily. The light flashes between his smiles, and almost as if it’s a movie, every time the light gets bright once more, he gets closer. Your heart speeds up as you stand frozen, watching him move.

I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year; I can't remember how it looks inside. So you can picture how my life's been

Armin doesn’t even register what he’s doing; he can barely register that he’s moving, and it’s not because of his lack of sobriety. It’s because of you. All he wants is you, and his body knows it much more than his mind does. “Can I kiss you?” He mutters once he’s face-to-face with you. He can feel your breath on his lips as he stares down at you through his glasses. His tongue pokes from his lips, and he runs it over his lips, making them soft and bouncy.

I went from staring at the same four walls for 21 years, to seein' the whole world in just 12 months. Been gone for so long, I might have just found God

For once, a man has made you anxious. Your hands are shaky along with your thighs, your panties are completely soaked as you stare at the glasses-clad man. Looking to your side, you see that Mikasa and Eren have already begun to make out. Without a thought in your mind, you turn back to Armin, who is patiently awaiting your answer, already knowing what it is. You grab hold of his fogged-up glasses and push them up into his bangs before smashing your lips into his own soft ones.

Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up

You press your lips against his before allowing his tongue to poke into your mouth. His hands grab at your hips harsher than the first time as he presses his body roughly against yours as if there’s a wall behind you that’d support the two of you. Your hands hold onto his jaw as you two make out passionately, moaning and groaning into the kiss. It feels like you’ve been waiting for ages for this, and you have. Armin has as well, and he kisses as such.

Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'. And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls

He’s hungry. Starving almost. His boner pokes you harshly as he tries to get relief by grinding into you. One of his hands falls to your skirt and slowly sneaks up it and between your thighs, which have gotten stuck together at this point. You separate your legs, giving him access to do what he pleases with you. The pads of his fingers slide over your underwear that aren't hiding anything, his finger practically drags along your slit which makes you shiver.

Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones. Probably not if my n*ggas round them up

Armin runs his tongue over your lip, the ball of his tongue ring lingering on your bottom lip before he briefly detaches his lips from yours to look at you. “This all for me?” Armin mutters into your ear as his lips go to your neck. You whine with a nod as you feel his fingers sliding past the band of your panties and sliding them to the side as if they were nothing but a door holding him back from the gift of life. “How many nights you did this to yourself, thinkin’ about me?” Armin whispers to you as his thumb circles around your clit which makes you squirm almost closer your legs on him but a bite on your neck makes you stop.

Probably not if we take 'em to my spot

“Every.” You mutter as his fingers slip into your hole immediately poking at the sweetest spot in your body as he continues to toy with your clit. This sweet spot is what Armin has wanted to poke at his entire life of knowing you. “Every…night.” You moan as he bites and sucks onto your neck rolling his tongue ring over the base of your neck. You feel your release coming closer and closer, and squeeze your legs tight.

Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night. Goddamn, I'm high

“C’mon, be good. Let me make you feel good.” Armin mutters flirtatiously to you as his fingers move faster inside of you, chasing that release almost as if it’s his own. He wants it to be his own but from how hard his dick is inside of his boxers, he’s sure he can get it just from watching your face twist and having your thighs trap his hands.

My doctor told me to stop. And he gave me somethin' to pop

You mutter apologies as you grip onto his shoulders, rocking your hips into his hand desperately as if it’s your first orgasm ever. “Armin, I’m cumming. Oh god, I love you so much. Please, ugh!”

You moan louder than you anticipated, but you’re sure no one can hear you, and even if they can, they don’t care. “Uhn! ‘Min!” You mewl into him as you come undone all onto his hand, filthying his fingers and the insides of your thighs. 

And I mix it up with some Adderall. And I wait to get to the top

“That’s it. So good for me. My pretty girl.” Armin says as he slowly pulls his hands from you, as you whine, wanting another one. You want more and more until you can’t take it anymore. Armin groans as he shows you your slick all over his fingers as it shines in the flashing lights. He ticks that pierced tongue of his out, and you drowsily gaze at the piercing and how his fingers slide onto his tongue, and your slick paints his pink tongue along with the silver ball. He sucks on his fingers moaning at your taste.

And I mix it up with some alcohol, and I pour it up in a shot. I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?

The sweetest taste he’d ever had. He can’t tell if it actually tastes that amazing or if it’s fascination for you taking over his entire body, even if his taste buds. “Tastes so nice.” He says, looking at you with those half-lidded eyes. You stare at him and tiredly shove his glasses back onto his face, missing the nerdy look of the man. He leans forward and kisses you once more with the same passionate feeling but less roughness. Less neediness because he has you.

All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke. Last week was my rough week

Armin has never been one to get what he wants in this world, and he certainly did not think he would be able to score a girl he’s had a crush on since sophomore year, but here he is. He can say he’s won at life officially. Jean, Eren, and Connie’s sex stories have nothing on this, he doesn’t care what they have to say. Armin’s lips leave yours, and you whine at the missing feeling, making him grin. “Want to be my girlfriend?” He asks, putting his hand on your waist.

I'm still drippin' down from my nose. And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high

You roll your eyes at him. “I just told you I loved you when you were fingering me, is that even a question?” You say as you huff out a breath, still coming down from your orgasm that Armin had just provided for you.

But if he goes under that 110, believe my driver will get fired. And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork

Armin laughs and hugs you with no words coming from him. “I’m glad I wasn’t just a hit and miss.” He mutters, and you smile. Armin could never be a hit and miss for you, you knew that the day you had Armin you wouldn’t desire to have anyone else and for a guy who looks and talks as though he has never felt a woman’s touch or anyone’s touch for that matter, he knows how to work his fingers pretty fucking well. Maybe all those wet dreams he had and all that porn did something right.

And I'm posted up down in Florida. Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA

He eventually detaches his form from you and just lets one arm wrap around your waist as he focuses on the concert for once this night, even though he still cannot believe what he has achieved tonight. Looking over, he sees Eren, who briefly looks over at him, and they share a look. Eren bites his lip and looks over at you with raised eyebrows, and Armin grins at him, not noticing how you and Mikasa share the same look.

Cold drinks with Grand Marnier. To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk

Mikasa gives you a thumbs-up, which switches to a thumbs-down, asking how it went, but you’re so exhausted that you cannot even lift your arm. You give your friend a sleepy smile as you lean further into Armin and watch the dots connect in her mind until she grins at you. Still, you don’t think she’ll understand what has just happened, let alone the feeling of it all, not only pleasure-wise but mentally. Maybe she’ll just have to hear about it on a rant tomorrow because you’re definitely not letting Armin leave your side until he’s under the blankets with you.

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[wemalyri]

what are enhypen members like in a relationship? jay ver.

pairing: idols!enhypen × fem!reader

w/c: 2,1k

warnings: relationship development, kisses, physical touch, smut under cut

a/n: if you liked it, likes and reposts are welcomed. //posting this while you're waiting for diet pepsi release (I'll post it in a few days I'm sorry yall). also jay is bias wrecking me tbh...

heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon niki

! remember that it's just my vision! we don't know the truth and you may not agree with me

the first meeting

Well.

I honestly feel like Jay has high standards for his woman. He respects every single one, but it’s difficult for him to find the right one. He knows his own worth and wants to find a soulmate, a partner for a life, not someone who he’s not sure of. Jay takes it really seriously and a bit too much romantically (sees romantic relationships through pink-colored glasses due to his lack of experience). I’m not saying he doesn’t know about the difficulties and responsibilities that relationships come with, but he may underestimate it because he doesn’t know how everything happens in real life. So it’s really important for him to find someone as romantic as him.

When he meets you, it’s almost obvious. Jay’s fascinated. Like really. You’re calm, collected, kind. For me, he’s one of the few enhypen members who can actually fall at the first sight. Of course, it’s not love yet, but Jay may already be thinking what ring would suit your finger the best. 

When he meets you, he’s acting like a gentleman (not like he usually doesn’t though). He pulls out a chair for you, holds the door for you, watches you through the entire evening. A little reminder — you just met. I feel like he can get carried away with his dreams, letting his romantic side take control over him.

When the evening in the company of you is almost over, Jay watches you checking your phone. Other friends, who were sitting at your table, start gathering their things. It’s time to leave. Yet, he can’t take his eyes off you, nervously thinking of what to do. Is asking for the number too cliche? What if you say no?

You catch him staring at you and look at him back. He gulps and nervously asks, “Do you have Instagram?”

You smile to yourself at his words, finding him cute, and give Jay your account. He’s the happiest alive.

friendship

It’s the only member I don’t feel like writing a friendship stage for. He’s already head over heels with you, what friendship are we talking about?..

Yet, I can say that he asks you out the same evening he meets you. Jay makes sure you don’t have anyone and starts his plan. I also can say that even though he liked you at the first sight, he won’t rush with things, wanting to make sure you’re the one. He would invite you to different places, watching how you react to certain things and listening to your stories about yourself. He laughs, worries, smiles with you. When you encourage him to talk about himself, he feels loved and heard. The way you listen to his stories from the past, paying attention to details, sometimes asking about his feelings, makes Jay melt inside. When you tap his back in reassurance, he slightly blushes, feeling flustered. 

After a while, he knows everything about you. Full names of your parents, your hometown, names of your favorite plushies from childhood, who was your best friend in the primary school, why you were scared to sleep in the dark, who broke your heart on the prom of high school, why you broke up with your ex in college and why he was an asshole. Jay makes sure to remember every single word you say and the way he succeeds in it causes your heart to beat faster.

his confession

When Jay ensures you're the one, he wants to confess to you in the most romantic way. He doesn't care how much time or money he has to spend to make his confession to you perfect — Jay's ready to spend it all just to make you happy.

However, choosing a perfect way to confess is harder than he thought. Restaurants are already common for you two, late night walks are too simple. Finally, Jay decides on the restaurant with a terrace, where you can see the night sky.

After dinner, he clears his throat to start his speech.  “Y/n, I need to tell you something that you already might know,” Jay started looking at his trembling fingers on the table.  “It was difficult to choose this place. Even though it took me a long time to find it, I still don’t feel that it’s enough for you. I want to give you more. If you asked me to, I would try to find a way to give you this sky,” he chuckled, looking at the stars, “Just for you.” Your heart melted at his words, but you didn’t interrupt him. “You’re really important to me. And I hope you feel the same way,” he took a deep breath before saying, “I like you. A lot.” The smile on your face and a warm, whispered answer made Jay awkwardly chuckle. He felt relieved. “Can I?..” he asked, reaching for your hands on the table. As you gave him a nod, he held your hands, caressing their soft skin. 

relationship

I’m going to say the most obvious thing again, but he’s a gentleman. Everything that he did while not dating you multiplies by ten, when he’s finally your boyfriend. Flowers, gifts, acts of service, his full attention — all of that now belongs to you. However, at the first time of the relationship Jay can be awkward. You make him feel things he never experienced before. He smiles at the smallest things, his world becomes brighter. Everyone around him notices it. He’s not so gloomy in the mornings, and doesn't get annoyed as easily as he used to. He’s more patient with everyone, which makes others question his behaviour. Jay reminds himself everyday to do his best with you. You're the person he wants to stick with for a long time and he wouldn’t forgive himself if messed up. 

His love for you is luxurious. Not because Jay takes you to expensive places, not because he doesn’t care about prices of the presents he gives you. It’s all about the way he feels with you. Jay’s expression of love is romantic, he takes time with you, enjoying every single moment and making sure you’re enjoying it the same way. His confidence boosts when you listen to him, pay attention to his feelings. It’s really important for him — to be heard. Jay wants to be the first person you’d come to after something happens — bad or good. He wants to be your first place the way you are for him.

After some time, Jay gets used to you by his side. He still treats you the same way, but now your presence in his life feels more comfortable. He doesn’t get overwhelmed easily anymore, yet your smile makes him feel like he’s in the right place. 

Another obvious thing — he’s husband material. He’s a grown man — not the one who yaps about it, but the one who shows it through actions. He’s mature. Yet, he loves when you let him be childish sometimes. He’s responsible. Yet, he feels wanted and loved when you suggest cooking for him, taking care of him without a reason. Just because. Just because you want him to feel safe and loved with you.

When the relationship develops, Jay learns a lot of things about himself and relationships. He finds out that sometimes it can be even more difficult than he thought. But he’s ready to overcome those things for you, for both of you. 

I can also imagine him introducing you to his parents… (I’m sobbing rn) When Jay finds out you have to spend winter holidays alone, he immediately invites you to his house. His parents greet you warmly and at this moment when you’re surrounded by love and affection from him and his family, you feel like you’re finally home.

first kiss

The type to prepare in advance. Yet, he’s nervous as fuck. 

Jay makes sure to be attractive enough for you — brush his teeth, use a lipbalm, stare at you for the whole date (not like he doesn’t do it all of the time). He wants it to be romantic, memorable, perfect. He wants you to feel comfortable, wants to make you feel loved and cared about. 

Jay invited you to the restaurant where he confessed to you months ago. The night sky was covered in stars, the moon illuminating everyone and everything. As you were admiring the view, leaning on the railing, Jay was admiring you. “So pretty…” you mumbled, not looking away from the sky. “It is,” Jay answered and you turned to him with a small smile, finding him looking at you instead of the night city. Your cheeks went slightly red, but you prayed it would go unnoticed in the darkness of the night.  Jay brushed away a strand of your hair. The tension between you was evident, making you feel a bit heated. Jay leaned closer to you, stopping to give you a chance to pull away, his presence intoxicating, yet not forceful. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he breathed out heavily, “Can I?..” you nodded and he slowly leaned closer, softly pressing your lips together. So there were — only two of you and your flushed cheeks hidden in the darkness of the night. 

18+ UNDER CUT

first time

The type to plan it, but not forcefully. It’s like he can feel something’s coming by the way your lips press to his each time longer when you say bye after your date, or by the way you look at each other in silence, tension evident in the air. You’re both careful, communicating without words, yet both of you know what’s coming. That’s why Jay bought condoms and started carrying them around every time you go on a date, that’s why he started telling members that there is a possibility he won’t be back to the dorm tonight. Just… in advance.

When it finally happens, it’s so natural and expected that you don’t even talk about it first. You just make out, slowly like you have all the time in the world, but emotionally, putting your feelings to each other in the kiss.

Wet sounds of the kisses feel your apartment even before you make yourself close the door behind you. Jay presses you to the nearest door — not roughly, carefully. His hand flies to your hair, making sure to hold you close, another one settles on your waist. You hold onto his shoulders, making his stomach flip.  “You should tell members you won’t come back to the dorm today,” you whisper when Jay pulls away to take a breath.  “No need,” he hungrily presses his lips to yours again, “they already know.” You pull away with widened eyes, “Did you plan this?” “No,” Jay chuckles, looking into your eyes, “Just was waiting.”

I feel like Jay is the type to control himself during sex. He mostly focuses on your needs, forgetting about his own even when his hard cock clings to his pants.

His lips traveled down your neck to the collarbone, exploring your soft skin and making you arch your back already. “Gosh, you’re so responsive,” Jay whispers when his mouth is already on your tits. You feel his hardness pressing to your thigh and you make an attempt to tell him about that. “Jay, you-” he interrupts, spreading your legs, clearly understanding that he was already leaking.  “Don’t worry about me. Forget it,” his lips suck on your skin making you gasp for air, “Just let me make you feel good. Focus on yourself.”

When Jay slides inside he’s really careful. He goes slowly even though it’s hard and the way you clench around his dick only makes him more sensitive. 

“Shit, sweetheart,” Jay groans, throwing his head back (did you see that one clip btw—) His dick deliciously hits your G-spot and you whine at the feeling.  “You’re so tight…” Jay groans again, leaning closer to your ear. It makes you even more aroused and your legs wrap around his waist. He needs some good luck. After all, he’s just a down bad man…

+bonus

When you get used to each other, Jay still makes sure to please you in all the ways possible. Sex for him is a chance to express his dedication to you (most of the time), so he’s careful with it. The only thing he wants from you is to be honest with him and open about your needs. You want him to be rougher? He’ll do it. You want to add some spice? He’s up for it. You want to recreate your wet dream? He’s already there. 

He’s that type of man who knows he’s a pleaser for his woman and he’s proud of it. He doesn’t get shy about it as long as he knows you have everything you wish for. 

(you can tell how much jay bias wrecked me by the w/c to the fic (just look at other members' w/cs...))

[butteronabun]

i think i read this concept somewhere before but imagine f! reader swooning with the other ladies of mondstadt abt this one particular romance novel that has been getting popular as of late. diluc gets word of this ( maybe it’s because of elzer, or probably even kaeya, the tease ) because don’t tell anyone this but he kinda likes you.

( “. . . kinda? what are we, twelve?”

“shut it, kaeya.” )

and he wonders what the fuss is all about—

“it seems that lady,” adelinde calls your name fondly, as she stands beside the master of the house eating his dinner. “has been involved with a book club. some of the maids are members, and they told me that it had been a joyous time. they would discuss the books over delicious cups of tea and pastries that she and her friends had made.”

diluc is happy to hear this, of course, that a delightful woman such as you is having the time of her life in mondstadt. his heart skips a beat in his chest as he imagines you, the ever beautiful, endearing you, sharing anecdotes. he tries to hide the growing smile on his face as he remembers how you focus into the small and tiniest details—it is no doubt that the people in your book club are always entertained by your presence.

they’re surely lucky to have you. diluc, if only he wasn’t so busy, would actually really love to be part of that book club as well. ( “eyeing something, master diluc?” lisa winks, when diluc finds himself in the library. ) but alas, it was only reserved for ladies, and he was too shy to actually be in it.

— not until this one fateful night. not until he finally understands why.

of course, the abyss is up to no good again. diluc does his daily patrols on the outskirts and even outside of the city.

then, he hears it.

( a cackling abyss mage approaches your quivering form. you have books in your arms, tightly clutching them to your chest. you bought these for the new members of your book club as gifts since some of them can’t even afford it, and like hell you’re gonna lose them to some monster! these are expensive!

and since gods do really like tampering with fate ( or is this just destiny? ) before the abyss mage gets to throw its icicle at you, it disintegrates, and you blink upon the arrival of a familiar figure.

clad in black and donned in a mask, your lips part in shock. the smell of burnt wood and grass reaches your nostrils. the figure—the man, turns around, and you can’t help but feel a little clumsy. “t–thank you so much, um—!” some of the books fall to the ground, and you yelp. the man kneels down to grab your novels, and you feel your cheeks begin to steam. “um, wait—!” )

after rescuing you from a pesky abyss mage, diluc is really happy to get to interact with you again. last time he did was when you were in the tavern, drinking out with your peers. there, he realized how low your tolerance is, and there, he also realized how actually weak he is for you. you had been so friendly and sweet to him—you included him in your conversations and was always so understanding. how can he not like someone like you?

or maybe the cherry on top was when you invited him to go stargaze at the starsnatch cliff ( how did you not know what that meant? is it because you’re from fontaine, and you’re still getting used to mondstadt? ) and requested for only diluc. no master of the house diluc, nor wine tycoon diluc. just diluc. just himself.

he’ll do everything for you, as long as it is okay with you.

as he descends to the ground to retrieve some of the novels that you carried, diluc lifts one. he listens to you stammer— and he wonders why you’re so flustered, not until he sees the front cover.

it’s an image of a man. he’s wearing a dark getup: a dark brown tunic, black pants, and a midnight cloak. diluc ponders over why he’s getting deja vu.

then, he also has a a bird mask, and red hair peeking out from his hood. wait, red hair?

on his muscular arms, is nothing but a damsel in distress looking at him with so much adoration. much like to the expressions you’ve had with the ladies whenever you ramble about the popular book that diluc has been curious on ever since forever—

oh.

diluc raises his head slowly, and sees you fumble over you words. “mr. darknight hero, i apologize—!”

oh.

[yukioos]

what love languages do you think izuku, bakugo, shoto, shinso, neito, touya, keigo, and tenya give and would want to receive from their special someone? ♥︎♥︎♥︎

what love languages he would give and like to receive

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, toya, keigo, tenya

izuku midoriya

izuku shows his love in so many different ways, as in all of the love languages. he can’t keep his expressions to a minimum, he can’t help but show his love to you in every way! you’ll get compliments, gifts, hugs, favors, and time with him every day!

he doesn’t care much about how you express your love either. all he knows is that however you show your love, is a representation of it. he does prefer receiving physical touch though, as it makes him feel so needed and comfortable in your arms.

katsuki bakugo

katsuki shows his love with words of affirmation. he tells you you’re doing great, you’re improving on something, and that you look good in a certain outfit. it comes naturally to him, so he doesn’t always consider it flirting. he just loves you, and also gives acts of service. if you can’t reach something, he’s right behind you, and he’ll reach up and grab what you want and put it in your hands. he’s natural with it.

he loves to receive words of affirmation as well. he knows he’s amazing at almost everything, and he hears it on a daily basis, but it’s different when it comes from you. you make katsuki more flustered, and he also likes physical touch. when you hold onto his bicep in public rather than his hand, it makes him feel protective and so loved.

shoto todoroki

shoto sometimes struggles to show his love to you because he never saw it when he was a child. he gives you gifts because he has enough money, and most things remind him of you. when he goes on long missions across the country with his dad, he brings back souvenirs for you.

he likes to receive quality time because he just wants to be in your space, not necessarily talking. one of you could be doing homework and the other could be sleeping, but at least you’re in the same room. he craves silence sometimes and knows that actions are enough. shoto loves it when you praise him, as he didn’t receive much as a child, your words make up for what he missed.

eijiro kirishima

eijiro shows his love in so many different ways! he loves having his hands on your body, whether it’s guiding you with a hand on your back or an arm wrapped around your shoulder. he showers you with compliments every day, and loves just being in the same room with you. he loves cuddling with you in silence, sleeping together seems so intimate to him. he gives you gifts when he’s reminded of you, even if it’s a little trinket he sees from a stand. eijiro does so much for you, carrying stuff for you because he wants to make things easier, although he knows you can handle things yourself, and to show off his strength.

he loves receiving words of affirmation from you. sometimes, he still thinks he’s weak and that he could have done a lot more to save people from death or even from being hurt. your words make him feel better. when you run your hands along his scars or give him a hug, it makes him feel like his scars aren’t a reminder of how weak he is, but rather how strong he is.

denki kaminari

denki shows his love to you with words of affirmation and half of the time, he doesn’t even realize it. he can’t help but compliment you on how pretty you are, or how cool your style is.

he likes receiving physical touch, feeling your arms wrapped around his waist or neck makes him feel so warm and loved. he can’t help but have a soft, genuine smile on his face when he’s with you.

hitoshi shinso

hitoshi is quiet except when he becomes closer to someone, like you. he shows his love by acts of service and gifts, always texting you ‘this reminds me of you’ maybe it was a plant you were wishing for, and suddenly it was in your dorm the next day. when you’re thirsty but comfortable in bed, he walks down to the common area to get a glass of water for you.

he likes to receive quality time because he isn’t much of a talker, but rather a listener. he’s willing to stay silent and respond sometimes while you yap, it’s just something he enjoys. he loves hearing you speak about your day, whether it’s good or bad.

neito monoma

neito gives quality time. he feels like being able to be silent around each other with not much interaction is such an intimate thing. he’s alright with physical touch but it’s not his go-to way of showing you he loves with.

he loves receiving words of affirmation because it feeds his ego, and it makes him feel different when you compliment him, rather than a teacher.

toya todoroki

toya absolutely sucks at expressing his feelings, so sometimes he does it in unhealthy ways. he’s willing to kill for you, so he gives acts of service. he’ll also bring you stuff without you asking if you’re sick or simply not feeling well. if he sees you improving for something, he’ll give you a subtle compliment, so words of affirmation as well.

he wasn’t highly praised as a child when shoto came along, and he was always trying to be the best. toya loves to receive words of affirmation because it makes him feel cared for and as if he matters. it makes him feel like he’s progressed in life.

keigo takami

keigo is probably the touchiest motherfucker on earth. he almost always has his hands on you, so he gives physical touch often. if you don’t like physical touch, he’ll shower you with gifts. he’s rich, after all!

as a hero, he hears praise from people all the time, telling him he’s handsome, powerful, polite, etc. he loves receiving words of affirmation from you because he sometimes falls into an unhealthy headspace if he can’t save someone. he also loves to randomly be hugged from behind or holding hands, so he likes physical touch as well.

tenya iida

tenya doesn’t always know how to show his love to you, but researches the best ways how to. he likes acts of service like helping you out on homework or studying with you for tests, so also quality time. he just loves to do things together.

he likes receiving words of affirmation so he knows he’s doing something right. sometimes he has to double-check or look to you for reassurance, though he won’t say it. he just likes to know if he needs to correct his behavior, and if you like the way he’s doing something. he won’t change it.

sorry i haven’t written this ask quickly. i have been replying to singular characters in an ask rather than multiple because this takes more time. i hope you enjoy, this is just how i personally perceive the characters. all of these are just my opinions

[littlemissrbf]

Summer Lovin’

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Fem!Reader

Y’all I am so late to the Bob Floyd hype train but I can’t stop thinking about giving him the full SoCal experience (Also is Bob actually from Montana or is that just a widely accepted hc ?)

(No use of y/n, fem!reader, reader is a SoCal native, language, for the purpose of this fic Bob is from Montana, reader has an annoying but loving uncle, I think this is gonna end up being a multi-part fic)

(Note: okay I made a lot of changes again because turns out, my memory is kinda shit and I completely forgot to add the parts with Maverick and the Rooster piano scene)

Part 1 [Word Count: 3.6k]

Meeting a man like Robert Floyd had to be a moment of pure fucking luck.

The drive down to San Diego was a complete bitch. You were on your way to Naval Base Point Loma for your uncle’s retirement ceremony and of course, when you got there, you were stuck at the main gate because of your lack of military ID or spouse card. You needed your uncle to basically confirm that you are family and let you in. You grabbed your phone off its stand and snickered to yourself at the contact name from when he had this ridiculous mustache that he refused to shave

“Hey siri, call Wannabe Tom Selleck.”

After a few rings, he picked up,

“Ohh guess who finally decided to show up. Lemme guess, you need me to come buzz you in?”

“Yep.”

“Well what’s the magic word?”

You let out a groan and tried again,

“Can you please come get me, I’ve been driving for two hours and I feel like if I don’t stretch my legs in the next five minutes I’m gonna lose it.”

“Relax kiddo, I’m on my way.”

The ceremony started promptly at one and was over by two, your uncle spent the next hour showing your family around the base then you took family photos on the beach for a bit. At dinner, your relatives gave you the interrogation of a lifetime: asking about your school, work, and relationships. The last topic had you flustered as it had been a while since you’d actually dated anyone. Sure, you had some flings here and there, but nothing actually serious or worth bringing home to meet your family.

“You really ought to find yourself a military man just like your aunt, that way you only have to deal with him for about half the year, and you’d get the whole house to yourself while he’s away.”

Laughter erupted around the table, and your uncle smiled over his glass before speaking,

“Well that’s the case for about 20 years or so, then he retires and you’re stuck with him and his loud-ass snoring forever.” He lazily threw his arm around his wife, who rolled her eyes and smiled.

You reached out to hold her hand and asked, “Seriously Auntie, how have you put up with him for this long?"

She gave your fingers a squeeze and replied, “Well sweetie, he’s the love of my life, and I just have to remind myself of that sometimes. Especially when I’m thinking of smothering him with my pillow.”

The sound of laughter bounced around the restaurant, and you laughed along too, but your mind was still stuck on the idea of 'finding yourself a military man'. Of course, you wanted to find a good man to settle down with but it wasn’t that simple, it felt like literally every part of dating was a struggle for you, even meeting people was hard. And then there was the other thought, if you were to be with a navy/army/whatever guy who was deployed half of the year, is that something you could realistically handle. You'd never been in a long-distance relationship and you've heard the stories about military spouses who's partners cheat while away. Or what if he's perfect and you love him and everything is great- and then he gets stationed in another state. Then you would have to choose between staying close to your family or moving to stay close to him. Your uncle must have noticed you spacing out, or maybe he saw the way your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you pondered the hypothetical relationship with a military man. He took a piece of his napkin, rolled it between his fingers, and flicked it at you from the palm of his hand. It hit you right between your brows and you turned to him with a (greatly exaggerated) open-mouth face of shock, with a hand over your chest 'clutching your pearls'.

He threw his head back as he laughed at you,

“Geez Louise kiddo you’ve gotta lighten up a bit, maybe live a little.”

You scoffed “Gee thanks for the advice, any more suggestions on how to ‘live a little’ old man?”

Before he could respond to your sarcasm with his usual quips or a clever joke, a brilliant idea hit him like a brick, and you swore you could actually see the little lightbulb appear over his head.

“We’re going to the beach.”

The “beach” in question was actually a military-access beach on the north part of Coronado Island called “Breakers Beach”. Since it was a part of Naval Air Station North Island, it was only available to military personnel and their guests. You had given your keys to your aunt, who was ready to go home after a day in heels and her second glass of wine, so your uncle drove the two of you in his truck. Turns out, your little field trip to the “beach” was actually a little field trip to a bar called the “Hard Deck”.

You’d heard about it before in one of your uncle's stories, about two years back, he was arm-wrestling another officer at the bar when a man at the other end accidentally knocked over a drink. The wet counter caused his elbow to slip, he lost the match and got stuck paying for his buddy’s tab. Of course, he then grabbed the man from the end of the bar and dragged him outside by his collar (at least he had the "decency" to take him outside before bashing his face in). Turns out, the man was a Rear Admiral and the head of some program for fighter pilots, so maybe bashing his face in was not a good idea and probably would’ve resulted in a lifelong ban from the bar. They apologized, shook hands, and then did some shots together.

Your uncle pulled up to the gate with his ID ready, the man in the booth took it and looked your way, and you handed over your driver's license. He looked between the two of you and asked for your "relation?" Before you got the chance to respond, your uncle smiled at the man and clapped his hand on your shoulder like he was showing off a new car at the dealership,

“Oh, this young lady right here is my beautiful niece who just so happens to be single.”

Then he fucking winked at the officer and brought his elbow up in a “nudge-nudge” gesture.

You felt your heart stop. The son of a bitch was actively trying to get you a man.

“Oh my god please no” you begged with your face now buried in your palms, but he was still going at it with the poor guy who just stood there dumbfounded.

“I’m just saying if you’re single and she’s single-”

You cut him off, “Sir, I am so sorry please ignore him.” But he just couldn't shut the fuck up,

“See? Look how polite she is, son I’m telling you this is honest to God girlfriend material right here!”

Finally, the poor man spoke up,

“I uh- already have a girlfriend sir.” he gave a little shrug as he handed back your IDs and opened the gate.

Your uncle didn't miss a beat.

“Well in that case, son, you just dodged a bullet cause she’s actually a handful, you have a good night.” he said with a grin, then slowly pulled through the gate.

You waited until you were out of earshot,

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

After a few minutes of driving in complete silence, you made it to the bar and he pulled into a spot. Realizing that your uncle was about to go boyfriend hunting for you in a bar full of Naval officers you pulled down the sun visor’s mirror to check your face and hair. You had dressed up and done a bit more makeup than usual because it was his damn retirement ceremony and you knew your family was going to take pictures. You picked one of your nice dresses, a blue short-sleeved one that cut off just above your knees and was perfect for the warm weather, you wore some ankle boots with a small heel and a purse to match. You had no idea if you were overdressed or underdressed, and honestly, you don’t really know which is worse. Your uncle had changed out of his dress whites before dinner and now he wore just jeans and a polo shirt, so between the two of you, you definitely looked overdressed.

Your uncle made his way over to you as you hopped out of the truck, and put both hands on your shoulders,

"Here's the game plan kiddo, we're gonna go in there, get some drinks, and have a good time. I don't wanna hear any complaining. You're gonna go put yourself out there and meet some guys and get their numbers. And if anyone starts giving you trouble, I'll take care of it."

You looked up at him, nodded, and gave a small smile. Despite all the jokes and embarrassing moments from the day, it was nice to know that he cared and would protect you no matter what.

You sighed and turned towards the bar, thinking 'fuck it, I've got this'

Dear lord, you did not 'got this'. You did not 'got this' at all. The bar was completely full of patrons and it wasn't even six yet, and it was loud. All the conversations, the multiple pool games going on, and the music playing in the background layered on top of each other.

Your uncle agreed to stay with you for a bit while you worked up the nerves to go out on your own, you sat together at the corner of the bar facing towards each other. Your uncle strategically sat down so that he was facing the TVs, and you were facing the other end of the bar where the pool tables were. There was a group around one of the tables, all in their khaki uniforms, there were about ten or twelve of them in total, but a smaller group of five stood closer to the table chatting. A woman at the center caught your eye immediately, she was shorter than the men around her, but she carried herself with no less confidence. She was talking to two men standing together, probably good friends, and another two stood next to her, probably her friends.

Your uncle turned around to follow your gaze, then turned around once he saw the group you had been watching

"Someone's interested, alright which one of 'em is it?"

"Calm down, I was just trying to figure out what their uniforms are for."

"They're probably pilots."

"How can you tell?"

"Bunch of little nerds, just look at the one with the glasses over there."

You raised an eyebrow, there were about ten faces you skimmed over and absolutely none of them had glasses.

"On a stool, to the right. Look but don't be obvious."

You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze past your uncle to look for the "little nerd" and sure enough, there he was. He was sitting on a stool with a cup of peanuts, watching the conversation in front of him. His hair was sandy blonde and styled nicely, he wore the same uniform as the rest of the group, and he had some huge fucking glasses which would've been ridiculous had he not been so good-looking. He's pretty cute- but of course, it's the one your uncle makes fun of that would catch your eye, you smiled as you thought to yourself.

Then he turned, and suddenly he was looking straight at you.

You immediately looked down, startled by the sudden eye contact, after a beat you looked up to see if he had turned away yet. He didn't. When he caught you staring a second time, a small smile crept up on his lips, and raised his hand to give a little wave. Damn it he's cute. You smiled back, but instead of waving back you looked down again in embarrassment and started fiddling with your hair. Your uncle did not miss the interaction,

"Seriously, him?"

"Dude stop he's gonna hear you."

"I mean, you do you kiddo but he's probably only gonna ever want to talk about Star Wars, and video games, and books."

"I like those things."

You peeked over and sure enough, he was looking too.

"You like 'em little nerds."

"Okay stop saying 'little' and 'nerds' you old man or I'm gonna start introducing you as my grandpa."

"Ya know what, just for that you're on your own, I'll be over there watching the game and you're gonna go socialize."

He grabbed his beer and slid off his barstool, giving your shoulder two taps as a 'good luck' before making his way over to a booth near the TVs where he joined a group of patrons he recognized.

When you turned again to see if the man with the glasses was still looking he was now talking to the group of pilots around him. You watched as he stood up from his chair, took the cue that was being handed to him by the woman from earlier, and began to set up a game of 9-ball for the group. You were a bit disappointed that his focus was on something else but relieved that you didn't have to immediately go and strike up a conversation, you wanted to prepare a little.

The sharp sound of a bell ringing snapped you out of your thoughts, and suddenly everyone was cheering and thanking this man sitting at the other side of the bar. You have no idea what the hell that was about but before you could question it, the woman behind the bar was looking straight at you,

"Can I get you something to drink hun?"

You looked down at your empty glass, considered a second drink, then thought better of it. If you were actually gonna go talk to Mr. Glasses it was not gonna be while inebriated. You smiled back at her and asked shyly,

"Could I actually get something without alcohol?"

"Of course, sweetie. I can get you water, soda, or maybe a Shirley Temple."

You hadn't had one of those since you were a kid. It's ginger ale with some grenadine and maybe a cherry, nothing special, but the nostalgia hits you like a truck.

"Can I get a Shirley Temple please?"

"Sure thing, hun. It's on the old man's tab"

You laughed thinking she'd overheard your conversation, calling your uncle an "old man", then you noticed as she gave a cold look towards a man sitting at the other end of the bar. So that's what the bell means.

You thanked her before turning again towards the pool tables to see if Mr. Glasses was playing but instead, a tall blonde man held the cue and Mr. Glasses was off to the side next to another pilot with a buzzcut. The second you locked eyes again you smiled quickly, so you didn't seem rude, and then turned away.

'Every time I look at him he's looking at me.' you smile to yourself as the lady comes back with your drink. She's absolutely gorgeous, piercing blue eyes and a pretty smile, and the way she calls you "sweetie" and "hun" makes your cheeks heat up. You introduce yourself, shaking her hand and she introduces herself as 'Penny'. She asks what brings you to Breakers Beach and you tell her about your uncle's retirement and how he brought you here to basically find yourself a husband. She chuckles at this and tells you to 'be careful with those aviators' before shooting another glare at the man on the other side of the bar.

"What do you mean?"

She shrugs, "It's a long story."

Then she rips a long receipt from the machine, and winks.

"Watch this," she says, with a devilish grin plastered on her face and she walked back over to the aviator that had pissed her off so much, that she'd warn you to stay away from them altogether.

Someone had pulled the plug on the music and the sound of groans and complaints filled the silence, you saw a tall man wearing sunglasses and an aloha shirt make his way over to a piano and sit. He had the same kind of ridiculous mustache that you'd picked on your uncle for but somehow this dude pulled it off. He started playing when the sound of the bell filled your ears again, this time more aggressively. The patrons cheer and start chanting "overboard" and three of the pilots from earlier make their way over to the man, two grabbing each of his arms and the third picking him up by his legs. They carried him to the door as Penny shouted after him, "It was great to see you, Pete!" When the men made it to the door they literally threw him "overboard" out of the bar, you hoped that maybe the sand cushioned his fall.

When you turned back to the pool tables Mr. Glasses and everyone else had vanished, you scanned the bar and found them huddled around Mr. Mustache on the piano who began to play a song from that old movie "Jamboree". Damn it that man could sing, and play. The whole bar lit up, everyone singing and dancing along to the music, and you just watched from the bar, as if you were glued to your seat. You steal another glance at Mr. Glasses as he sang along, when you locked eyes you began to copy his little dance of bouncing his shoulders up and down, he tilts his head and a huge, boyish grin spreads on his face.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted with howls and applause, and Mr. Mustache began to do this funky little victory dance as the whole bar chanted the word "Rooster" over and over again. Mr. Mustache is apparently Mr. Rooster now.

The crowd begins to trickle back to their tables and you notice the group of pilots that had previously staked their claim on the pool tables now decided to make their way toward the bar for some more drinks. But Mr. Glasses decided to stay at the pool tables, he picked up the cues and began cleaning up a bit. You feel a little tug on your heartstrings, he must be awkward, he has to be. You had hoped he'd come up to you at the bar and strike up a conversation, you're pretty sure any other man would have by now with the number of times he's caught you stealing glances at him.

You thought back to your uncle's little pep talk, looking through the crowd you could see him chatting with a group of people, all of them smiling and laughing with each other. He was right, you're on your own this time and it's time to stop worrying and go live a little.

"Fuck it" you thought, you're just gonna walk up to him and introduce yourself then try to have a good conversation and hopefully get his number. If it goes well, great! And if it doesn't, then at least you know that you tried. You gather up the last bits of courage you can muster and you finish the last few sips of your drink. You wave a quick goodbye to Penny, slip off your seat, and start walking over to finally go meet Mr. Glasses.

He looks genuinely surprised when he notices you make your way over to him, when you're a few feet apart you manage to get out a small "Hi" which comes out way higher than you intended. Before you can introduce yourself, his eyes light up as he asks,

"Oh did you want to play?"

He smiles and extends one of the cues to you. You couldn't help the little sound of confusion that slipped out of your mouth,

"Huh?"

"Well, I noticed you look over a few times and I thought that maybe you just really wanted to play billiards."

"Oh"

Oh? Are you fucking kidding me- you'd just spent the last hour stealing glances and blushing at this guy from across the room, and he thinks it's because you just 'really wanted to play pool?!' You literally haven't played pool in years but now that he offered it would be too awkward for the both of you if you declined. But it's too late to turn back now, you decide that making yourself look like a fool in front of him is a price you're willing to pay if it means you can actually get to know him.

You smile sweetly as you take the cue from him, softly brushing his fingers with your own, and you introduce yourself.

"Oh I'm Bob. Bob Floyd."

"Bob?"

"It's uh- short for Robert."

"Robert Floyd" you repeated.

You thought for a second, then tried your luck,

"Would you mind if I called you Robbie?" you asked, tilting your head.

"No, not at all." he shook his head and a pink blush spread to the tips of his ears. He looked down and fixed his glasses with nervous fingers before looking back up at you. "I don't mind."

You smiled as you had your own little lightbulb moment.

"Tell you what Robbie, let's play 9-ball and whoever loses has to buy the winner a drink."

He stared at you for a moment, mouth hanging slightly open, then he swallowed and looked down quickly to pick up the cue chalk. He met your eyes again (oh god he has gorgeous eyes) and he smiled, confidently now, and replied

"You're on."

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

(Author's Note: oh this is already wayyy longer than I had planned. I've never really written a fic before and I kinda just use the dividers when I don't know how to move from scene to scene. Let me know if you have any writing tips or suggestions! - update: I just went in with a whole bunch of edits to fix the grammar and dialogue + added some scenes to make the fic a bit closer to the movie scene)

[xxchumanixx]

First Date 1/11

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: Reader has a certain eye color (just because of a reference), but feel free to change that whilst reading, improper thoughts mentioned, fluff, Bucky being sweet and a bit overwhelmed.

Word Count: tba as always

Authors Note: Hello, my loves! I wanted to make this a one part thing, but I don't want to keep you waiting even longer, so here's the first part of this. I hope you'll enjoy it! Also, for the sake of this, Bucky has a car and can legally drive it.

Also this is not proofread yet. I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Love yall!

It took all his willpower not to cancel the date and leave you hanging.

He still wondered how on earth you had agreed to go on a date with him.

You knew each other for a while now, being introduced by Sam. Part of his past self - the one from the forties - had flared up when he saw you.

You had captivated him the moment he'd laid eyes on you. Beautiful seemed too dull of a word to describe you.

And after months of flirting and pining, he'd finally made a move and asked you out.

Of course, Sam had to give him the last bit of courage, saying there was no way in hell you'd not agree.

Which brought him back to his initial thought: Why on earth did you agree to go out with him? You were smart, courageous, kind, soft, and caring. Not to mention your beauty.

And him?

He was just a poor excuse of the man he once used to be. PTSD and nightmares included.

Standing at your door, he wondered if it was ridiculous to bring you flowers. Was that still a thing? It was just a casual date - no fancy restaurant, no suits and dresses. Something casual, something easy.

Something he could handle.

He was nervous, thoughts running haywire as his nerves stood on end. How would you react to the flowers? Would you like them?

He once heard you mention lilies as your favorite, so he brought a bouquet of them. Was it too much? Was he going overboard with this?

But it was too late to turn around now. He wanted to go on this date. And maybe it was a bit selfish, but he needed it. He liked you - more than that - and he wanted this to work.

And you had already agreed.

With a smile so bright, it could have rivaled the sun.

So it hadn't been out of pity, right? God, he was overthinking again.

Just knock, Barnes!

So he straightened his shoulders, swallowing the lump in his throat, and knocked.

When it knocked, you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself.

You couldn't believe he'd asked you out. You'd never have had the courage to do so, no matter how much you wanted to.

You walked to the door, hoping you looked good enough before you opened it.

Oh lord have mercy was his first thought. You looked beautiful - as always. So beautiful he almost lost his ability to talk for a second.

He mentally slapped himself, hoping he didn't look as flustered as he felt.

Say something, idiot!

"Hey."

Smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.

Bucky mentally facepalmed. This was how he always got when he was nervous, and he knew it. He hated it. "Those are for you." He extended the bouquet with a hint of a smile, hoping it wasn't as awkward as he felt.

Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly as you took the bouquet from his hands, fingers brushing his, sending a shiver up your spine. "Wow." you breathed out, smiling. "Those are beautiful, thank you, Bucky."

His nerves settled a little when he saw your eyes widen and your smile. But his stomach still did somersaults, his heart raced in his chest.

He was glad you liked the flowers, he'd spent too long standing in the store for them.

He let out a little "You're welcome." as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, not sure what to do with his shaking, trembling limbs. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, fidgeting for a moment.

Get a grip!

"I'll just put them into water. Come in."

Bucky's eyes followed every move you made. The fidgeting, the nervousness - God, were you nervous too? He was tempted to ask, but he was scared that he'd embarrass you with that.

He entered your home, taking the time to take in his surroundings. It was... homey - a lot more lived-in than his own. "You have a nice place."

You smiled softly, walking into the kitchen to take a vase and fill it with water. "Thank you." you said. "It's not much, but it's home."

The little smile tugged on Bucky's heart strings. He followed you into the kitchen, watching you put the flowers in a vase. It was cute, and the sight warmed his heart.

Everywhere he looked was some part of you. The cookbook on the counter, partly covered by a towel, haphazardly thrown onto it. The little toy dinosaur on the windowsill. Blue, with green dots - it reminded him of your eyes.

He remembered you talking about a niece. It was probably hers then.

Whilst Bucky took in his surroundings, you admired the flowers for a moment longer. Had it been a lucky guess? Or did he remember your favorites? Smiling, you straightened a bit. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

"Good."

Smooth, Barnes, again.

Bucky mentally rolled his eyes, cursing his awkwardness. God, he wished he was as smooth as his past self had been.

He felt his shoulders tense a little again, but managed to keep the nerves from showing. He gestured to the door, silently asking you to go first.

You walked ahead, grabbing your small bag and a jacket, slipping into your shoes by the door. Your nerves were skyrocketing, stomach fluttering.

How on earth did you get this devastatingly handsome man to ask you out?

Bucky was glad you went first so he could take some time to calm down. Following you out the door, he took notice of how you walked, the way your hips swung from side to side.

He was only a man, after all.

He was tempted to reach out for your hand but didn't dare to. What if you thought it was too much? What if you thought he was too forward?

So he kept his hands to himself, stuffing them back into the pocket of his jacket.

The both of you walked to his car, Bucky opening the door for you like a perfect gentleman. He was still nervous, and the nerves were gnawing at his stomach, but it wasn't that bad now.

Just act natural.

Bucky got into the driver's seat, fumbling with the keys in his nervousness before finally starting the car.

He still wasn't sure what to say, the silence in the car weighing down on him. "You look beautiful, by the way." he blurted, glancing over at you as he reversed the car.

Great, now you probably thought he was an idiot.

You smiled softly, cheeks heating up a little. "Thank you." you said. "I wasn't sure what to wear. I've never been on a casual date before. Always these fancy restaurants and stuff. I'm glad it's not like that."

"Me too." he admitted. Taking dates to fancy restaurants had been the norm in the forties. But to Bucky, that felt so formal and stiff. He wanted this to be casual, to be comfortable. And he was glad you seemed to feel the same.

His lips tugged upwards in a smile, his eyes on the road, but the tension visible in his shoulders decreased noticeably.

Sam had warned him not to make it overly fancy. He knew you like the back of his hand, and he'd heard enough of you complaining about how stiff everything felt sitting at a fancy restaurant, surrounded by people that were so unlike you.

It felt wrong - you felt wrong.

Out of place.

This, on the other hand, felt nice.

It felt right.

You looked out of the window for a moment, not knowing what to say. You were nervous, trying not to act weird by doing god knows what.

The nerves were gnawing at Bucky too, the silence in the car deafening. Should he say something? But what? God, he was pathetic. Back in the forties, he never had any issues talking to women. Sure, his past self was a total flirt, but at least he would have said something and not just sat there with the silence in the car suffocating him.

He swallowed hard, cursing his own awkwardness as he drove.

"Did you see Sam lately?" you asked the first thing that came to your mind. Great. Just bring another man into this conversation. But it was something easy, something to break the ice.

Right?

Bucky's shoulders relaxed a little. He was glad you broke the silence, but his breath hitched when you mentioned Sam. Bucky would have never in his wildest dreams thought he'd ever be jealous of Sam, but here he was.

What if Sam had said something?

No. Not possible.

Bucky knew Sam would never do that. If you were on this date, it was because you wanted to, and not because you felt obligated to. Relax. You're overthinking this again. "Yeah, he was by last week." Bucky eventually said.

You nodded faintly, glad that the conversation seemed still easy. "That's good." you gave back. "He said he'd bring his sister's cookies next week."

The mention of cookies made his stomach growl, and Bucky had to bite back a laugh. "That'd be great, I missed her cookies last time." he replied.

If there was one thing he missed about the forties, it'd be good food. These days, everything tasted different. But Sam's sister, Sarah, made the best cookies he's ever had the pleasure to taste.

You hummed with a small grin. "Yeah, only because Sam ate half of them before he even landed." you told him. "I told him to bring you some, but he only had a handful left and insisted on giving them to me. I wanted to share, but before he went home there was only one left. Wonder how."

A laugh escaped Bucky, picturing the situation in his head. He could hear Sam denying eating half the cookies with a mouth full of said cookies. "Yeah, that sounds like him." he said. "I wouldn't have shared, honestly." Bucky added teasingly, a grin tugging at his lips.

You shook your head, still with that small grin on your lips. "I mean I wanted to share them with you." you explained. "Because he had none for you left even though Sarah instructed him to bring you some, too."

Bucky's heart fluttered, the grin on his face widening without his consent. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the fact that you had wanted to share the cookies with him. Not with Sam, not with anyone else.

Him.

And that made him happy. Happier than it should, probably. "Thanks," he said. "Although I don't blame him. Sarah's cookies are irresistible."

"Yeah." you agreed, mouth watering at the thought of the sugary sweetness of them. "I'm gonna make sure you're gonna get some next week, though."

"I will hold you to that." Bucky replied, giving you a smile. He felt the tension leave his shoulders more and more. Talking to you became easier every second. The silence in the car wasn't as heavy anymore, not as suffocating. But it did make him more aware of his heartbeat, of the way his palms got sweaty.

Just... have some trust in yourself. Ugh, yeah, right. Who am I? Dr. Raynor?

You smiled softly. You'd definitely make sure there were cookies left for him that Sam wouldn't eat up. Even if it'd be the last thing you'd do.

Bucky felt so giddy, and it was a strange but welcome feeling. He didn't remember the last time he had felt this way. He hadn't thought he was even able to feel like this anymore. The feeling left a warm, fuzzy trail through his entire body, making his toes curl.

God, he could not stop grinning like a lovesick fool.

"We're here." he said after a few more minutes spent in silence, parking the car. He got out, walking over to your door and opening it for you, holding out a hand to help you out.

Your smile widened as you shook your head slightly, taking his hand to get out of the car. "A true gentleman." you said, teasing.

He would have shrugged your comment off, but the smile you gave him left him speechless. Bucky swallowed hard, trying to keep his nerves in check.

The feelings and sensations that flooded him whenever you touched him, even if it was just the simple touch of your hand in his, were overwhelming him in the best possible way.

He closed the car door once you got out, still holding onto your hand.

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the small, cozy looking café before you. Bucky's heart was racing when you didn't let go of his hand, even after he gestured towards the café.

"Yeah, let's go." you gave back, still smiling, though the feeling of his hand holding yours was doing things to you. It sent shivers up your spine, his warmth spreading through you.

The café looked cozy, nothing overwhelming. Just right.

The nerves Bucky thought he had managed to calm down were back in full force. He was certain you could feel his pulse through his fingertips. But he still didn't let go. If you didn't want to let go of his hand, he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to do it first.

Bucky's heart did another somersault. He never expected you to be so... soft. There were no other words for it. You looked like a literal angel. Everything about you, from your looks to the way you smiled... it was intoxicating.

He hadn't realized he was still staring until you turned your head to give him another one of your smiles, only this time it was wider and more radiant than before. He averted his eyes quickly, feeling his face heat up as he cleared his throat.

Bucky couldn't remember the last time something had affected him the way you did.

He felt your hand in his, it was soft.

So soft.

His mind drifted off for a second, wondering what other parts of you were soft. He scolded himself internally.

Jesus, Barnes. Get a grip.

He shook his head, opening the door of the café for you. The scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air, the cozy chatter of the other guests the background noise as Bucky guided you to a table.

You looked around, taking in the different sensations. It was perfect. Cozy but lively, freshly baked goods wherever you looked. Coffee in different varieties, but not too much. Not too modern. Too overwhelming. It was just the right amount.

It screamed Bucky.

Old-fashioned, neat, simple.

Warm.

Bucky pulled out a chair for you as the two of you reached an empty table, giving you a smile before taking the seat across from you.

He watched you look around, taking in the café. "You like it?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty coloring his voice. He was nervous, worried you might find the café dull. He knew it was silly, but there was always this tiny voice in the back of his head, telling him his ideas were dumb.

Damn self-deprecation.

You looked back at him with a soft smile. "It's perfect." you told him. "Nothing too fancy or over the top. I like it."

And you did, really. It was a far cry from the places previous dates had taken you, which had been a far cry from you.

This was perfect.

Your words made Bucky relax the tiniest bit. The tension fell off his shoulders, the little voice in his head grew quieter. He knew you meant the words, didn't just say them to be polite. And that thought meant everything to him.

A smile tugged on his lips. "Good." he said. "I'm glad you like it." Bucky was surprised at the relief he felt that you approved of his choice. The tension in him kept fading, bit by bit. He couldn't get that stupid grin off his face.

The café was a bit hidden, something you more stumble upon than seek out actively. "How did you find this place?" you asked, curious as you folded your arms on the table.

It was this typical place you'd see in the movies and shows.

Bucky cleared his throat, his fingers idly fidgeting at the table, tracing the pattern on the wood. "Ah, I kinda just stumbled upon it on one of my runs." He answered, a sheepish, awkward smile on his lips. He didn't tell you he had spent days finding the right place.

He was glad he had found this one, it was perfect. It wasn't too crowded, and it wasn't too small. Just right. Just the place he had imagined for your first date.

You hummed in acknowledgment, still smiling softly. "I like it." you told him once more as a waitress approached.

Bucky felt warm all over, the smile you gave him and the way you said you liked the café making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

He was glad you did, he had spent days going to cafés and restaurants trying to pick the right one. And when he had found this one, he had just known it was perfect.

The waitress came to the table, and Bucky ordered himself a black coffee. He glanced at you when you ordered a hot chocolate. Of course, you liked sweet things he thought, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Any goods I can bring you?" The waitress asked with a smile. She seemed to fit right into this place. You tilted your head slightly. "Do you have apple pie?"

Bucky couldn't take his eyes off you as you ordered the apple pie. The way your eyes sparkled when you did, how you tilted your head. He felt his stomach fill with that warm, fuzzy feeling again, and the butterflies in his stomach did somersaults.

There was no denying it anymore.

He was head over heels for you.

God, he hoped you'd want a second date after today. He didn't know what he'd do if you'd turn him down. The thought of never seeing you again, of never getting to hold your hand again... it terrified him somehow.

The waitress looked at Bucky expectantly. He'd completely missed when she asked him if he wanted a piece of pie, too.

You had to bite your cheek not to chuckle.

Bucky's eyes snapped up to the waitress, his ears heating up in embarrassment as he met her eyes. "Ah, yeah. Sorry." he said. "I'll have some too, thank you." He gave her a shy smile, hoping she wouldn't mind his inattention.

He was simply too distracted by you to pay attention to anything else.

She jotted it down on her notepad before she headed back to the kitchen.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to fight the goofy grin. He'd been too focused on you to listen to the waitress, and it gave you that fuzzy feeling you read about in books. It made your heart flutter, the butterflies going crazy.

Bucky's ears were burning when he looked at you, seeing the grin on your face and how it made the corners of your eyes crinkle. That grin had him melting, and he had to fight the urge to kiss you.

God, the date had only started and he was this far gone.

The warmth and fuzzy feeling spread in his stomach again, the butterflies in his belly going crazy. This was it. This was the feeling that poets wrote about. That singers sang about. He had finally been hit by cupid's arrow.

Get your shit together!

"So..." you broke the silence, grin softening into a smile. "She said their apple pie's the best in town."

Bucky had been so lost in thought and in his own feelings that he hadn't even noticed he'd been staring at you. He felt his face heat up, his body tensing with nerves again.

Get a grip, Barnes, he mentally scolded himself.

"Ah, yeah." he replied, clearing his throat. "I hope it's as good as she proclaimed." He tried to sound casual, but Bucky was certain he was failing.

Miserably.

"I'm sure." you said, humming. "This place seems like the one you read in books about. Hidden, but famous for their apple pie."

Bucky smiled, a soft look in his eyes. He loved how observant you were. The way you took in and processed the things around you, your attention to detail. He was certain there was nothing you'd miss, no small thing you didn't notice.

It was one of the things he loved most about you.

"Yeah, kinda does." he agreed, a soft smile still on his lips. Bucky was more and more amazed at how in sync you were with one another. Everything was just... right.

"I like it." you said again, this time quieter as your finger followed the pattern of the wood on the table.

The quiet tone in your voice was soothing, and the way you traced the pattern on the wood captivated Bucky for a moment.

He stared at you intently as your finger followed the pattern of the wood, a soft smile on his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice just as soft. "I like it too."

He was so, so happy.

The date wasn't even halfway through but he was more than happy with it so far. Everything was just... perfect. And he hoped it would stay that way.

A silence fell over the both of you, not awkward nor tense. It was comfortable. Homey.

Bucky just stared at you, taking in your features. The curve of your nose, the way your lips turned up, forming a small, soft smile. The way your eyes lit up when you smiled, the way you tilted your head ever so slightly when you were intrigued.

He never wanted to stop staring at you.

The small dimples on your cheeks when you smiled, the slight curve of your jaw, your long lashes - he was addicted to every single thing about you.

A few moments later, the waitress returned with your orders.

A smile tugged at Bucky's lips as he watched the waitress put the apple pie on the table. It smelled delicious and looked even better than it smelled.

God, he couldn't wait to take a bite.

He glanced over at you as the waitress left the table and was met with that gorgeous smile once more. He could look at you all day, he was certain of that.

The way your eyes lit up, your smile, your dimples, he was in love. He was certain of it.

Wow, Barnes. Slow down. Bucky mentally scolded himself, clearing his throat to distract himself.

Meanwhile, you hummed in content, pulling your piece of pie closer. It smelled heavenly.

Bucky took a bite of the apple pie, and good lord he was in heaven. It was the best apple pie he had ever had, just as the waitress had said - no, it was even better.

The smell, the taste, the texture... he took another bite, feeling the warm, gooey filling and the apples in the crust dance across his tongue.

The flavors made him groan quietly, and when he glanced over to you, he saw the satisfied expression on your face, your eyes closed, humming quietly as you took a bite of your own piece of pie.

You couldn't help the way you swayed your upper half in delight. "Wow." you said once you'd swallowed, staring at the pie. "I need this recipe." It was perfect. Literally.

Bucky's smile widened, the way you savored the pie and the expression on your face made his heart flutter like a teenager having their first crush. It was cute, the way you swayed yourself in delight, it was endearing.

"I have a feeling they won't give it to you." he teased, taking another bite of his own piece.

You sighed dramatically, pouting. "Yeah, I think so, too."

Bucky laughed at your dramatics, finding it endearing. It was fun, teasing one another like this. It was a far cry from the nervous, awkward Bucky from the start of the date.

You were loosening him up in a way he hadn't experienced before, and not once did he think you were pitying or mocking him. Your teasing was playful and genuine, and it made him feel... normal.

He liked it.

You smiled softly, eating some more pie. "I'll just have to come back for more."

Please do, Bucky thought.

The thought was so loud, it bounced off the walls in Bucky's mind. He wanted you to come back, to come to this cafe with him, to eat apple pie and sip coffee.

But the cafe wasn't the only thing he wanted to come back for.

His thoughts drifted off to a second date. And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... He was in way too deep. He was in trouble, but he didn't really care. "I think that's a good plan," he replied, taking another bite of his own piece.

Taking a sip from your hot chocolate, you hummed. "It is."

The sight of you taking a sip from your hot chocolate left his throat dry. He took a sip from his black coffee to stop himself from gawking at you when your lips wrapped around your cup, your tongue darting out to lick away the bit of whipped cream that had gotten on your upper lip.

He swallowed hard, averting his gaze.

Get. A. Grip. Barnes. He mentally scolded himself for the thousandth time. But how could he, when you sat there, looking nothing short of an angel?

The more he took you in, the more he found himself falling for you. He was in love - the butterflies, the way his heart fluttered, the way his heart raced in his chest, the way he couldn't focus on anything but you.

This was what those old love ballads were about, the ones about cupids arrows and being struck by them.

Love at first sight? He thought it was nonsense. But now he knew it was real. He was falling, head over heels for you. Bucky Barnes, a hundred and six year old man, was a fool in love.

When you sat the cup back down, you didn't notice the bit of whipped cream on the tip of your nose.

But Bucky did.

He couldn't resist the urge, and he reached out with his thumb, gently brushing the bit of whipped cream from your nose. You were so, so precious, and Bucky couldn't get enough of you.

"You had whipped cream on your nose." he said with a soft chuckle, showing you the bit of cream on his thumb.

You blinked a few times, a hot feeling crawling up your spine at the sudden, though short proximity. "Thanks." you breathed out, clearing your throat quietly before you sent him a small smile.

A smile of his own tugged on the corners of Bucky's lips as you blinked at him, a soft blush spreading on your face. The way you blushed was endearing, it made him feel all fuzzy inside.

Every time you looked up at him and smiled, his heart fluttered, and his stomach did somersaults. Your smile could light up a whole room, he was certain of it.

Before he could have stopped himself, his lips wrapped around the tip of his thumb, licking the whipped cream away.

You heart stuttered as your gaze fixed on his thumb between his lips. Was he doing this intentionally? Did he even know what he did?

Swallowing, you quickly averted your gaze to focus on the remnants of your pie instead.

But Bucky couldn't miss the way you blushed harder when he licked the whipped cream from his thumb. Your reaction did something to him, made his blood race through his veins in a rush, his heart rate picking up.

God, you looked so cute, the way you blushed and looked away.

He felt his own face heat up, the blush spreading to the very tip of his ears. His stomach was tying itself into knots. Smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.

"So, um..." he said, trying to get his mind off of the way you had blushed and looked away, trying to get rid of the nervous flutter in his stomach. "I kinda have a second part to this date." he admitted, his voice sounding less steady than he had hoped it would.

No matter how nervous and anxious he was, he wanted to show you this as well. He was praying you would love the little place he had found for the second part of the date.

You tilted your head slightly, curious. "Really? What is it?"

Bucky smiled, his heart beating out of his chest with nervous anticipation.

Would you like his idea? Or would you think it was cheesy? Would you think it was a bit too much?

He mentally slapped himself for getting so worked up. It was just a small thing, but the idea of you not liking it was too much to handle. "It's a surprise," he finally said, the grin on his face widening as he saw the intrigued look on yours.

You pushed your lip out before biting it. "A surprise? Well, I'm intrigued."

Bucky had to fight the urge to lean over the table and kiss you. The way you pouted and then bit your lip, it made his knees weak.

He was so, so gone.

You could have asked him to run through hell with his butt naked, and he would have if you had batted your eyelashes at him in just the right way.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, tilting his head as he studied your face.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "What did you plan?" you asked, laughing quietly. "Well, yes, obviously I do trust you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

The laugh you let out made his heart flutter again. His chest warmed at the sound. He could listen to you laugh for days and never get tired.

The sight of you laughing, with the corners of your eyes crinkling as your smile widened. The slight, almost unnoticeable dimples you had, your eyes lighting up when you laughed, the way you bit your bottom lip...

Bucky swallowed hard, pushing away the thoughts that came flooding back into his mind. Get your mind out of the gutter, Barnes. "You'll see when we get there." he said, smiling.

You hummed, smiling yourself. "I'll patiently wait then."

When you hummed, it sent all his blood south, straight to the lower parts of his body. God, the things you did to him. It was as if you knew you drove him crazy, made his blood race through his veins in a rush.

His heart did somersaults in his chest as his face heated up again, the blush he had managed to will away earlier returning with full force.

He took another sip of his coffee to get rid of the dryness in his throat. Get. A. Grip, Barnes. His inner voice scolded again.

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[solviae]

⸻ ও brat tamer rafayel.

notes. if i am to be known for one thing, let it be my switch rafayel agenda.

Teasing Rafayel is fun. He gets flustered easily, and his cheeks and ears tint the cutest shade of pink. It’s no secret that you’ve made it somewhat of a side hobby of yours. Sometimes he loves it, sometimes he hates it. Usually when he’s not in the mood, you pick up on it and leave it at that. But on certain days, for some reason, you’re aiming to be particularly defiant. 

On those days, you're relentless. You poke him, squeeze him, almost grope him. You touch his hair, his hands, his cheeks, his chest, wherever your swift fingers can reach, really, never caring that you guys are currently at the exhibition of his newest collection, never caring that you’re currently conversing with some posh collectors. 

But he, for once, does.

Only because there’s nothing he can do in such a situation. 

Nothing, except nod along to whatever that boring old person in front of him is saying, and pretend he doesn’t feel the never-ending need for you threatening to consume him whole the longer your fingers roam around his body. 

It usually happens after it’s been a while since you guys have been intimate (usually it has been week at most, but Rafayel always acts as if it's been an eternity) and each little touch, no matter how innocent it might look to untrained eye, makes him want to drag you to the back and bury himself in you until he's balls deep.

But he couldn’t. 

So, instead, he grabbed your hand when it reached for him again. He smiled and held it, nodding along to whatever the old man in front of him was saying—and he did so the entire evening. 

Cleverly evading your attempts, using his superior strength to firmly hold your hand in his to prevent it from wandering. Making sure your other hand was occupied with a glass of champagne, claiming he cared much for your hydration. He does, of course, it’s just that he also has an ulterior motive this time. 

Those evenings are the longest evenings of his life. 

He snaps as soon as you guys get home. 

The door isn’t fully shut yet, you’d barely uttered your goodbye to Thomas, and Rafayel would already reach for your wrist and start tugging you towards your bedroom. He isn’t gentle, isn’t delicate like he is normally (though, his grip never seeks to hurt you), but he’s firm, commanding; and there’s little left for you to do except follow. 

You’re on the bed before you even realise you’d entered the bedroom. The starry night sky meets your line of sight, a brief respite before a ticked off Rafayel takes its place. You always gulp, surprised by the look in his eyes. The look of fury, of desire, of unfiltered lust and frustration. 

It gets you going like no other. 

“Do you know what it feels like to constantly be touched but not in the way you want, hm?” He’d push out, as if it physically hurt him to prolong the things he wanted to do. With a shake of his head, a slight chuckle that lacked any sense of humour, and the words that he gave you next, there’s little left to do but mentally prepare you for the night ahead. “…You will soon.”

Rafayel as a brat tamer isn't outwardly strict, or mean, or cruel, but he finds a way to torture you and make you atone for your behaviour regardless. It's a mental game that he loves to play, to see how often he can push a certain button, how often he can coo a certain phrase, before your desire for relief makes you recalibrate back into behaving. 

He twists and turns his words in such a way, it convinces you that you are at fault and he'd never ever have done this if you hadn't misbehaved. You could've gotten everything your heart desired, and he'd tear the world apart to give it to you, but, sadly, you felt the need to act out. You have no one to blame but yourself. 

He will claim he's doing this for you. To show you the importance of manners. To teach you how to behave properly in social settings. To get it into your pretty little head that teasing him in public will end up with you writhing underneath him, begging him to fuck you while all he does is deny, deny, and deny you of the one thing that you truly want.

Rafayel is so mean when taming you, but he acts as if he's an angel that graced the earth and you're the devil trying to corrupt him.

He edges you to the point of insanity, of desperation, until you beg and scream at him that you’ll behave next time, and the time after that, and forever more if he’d just let you have his cock. His fingers, while absolutely perfect, don’t feel like enough anymore. 

“You don’t appreciate my fingers? My, how ungrateful.” He’d utter, and you’re back at square one. You try to explain that’s not what you meant, but he knows, he knows, but he loves playing with you, and he loves watching you beg for him to fuck you. 

Again, you promise him you won’t do it again. Again, you promise you’ll behave next time. 

Rafayel doesn’t believe you. 

But you look gorgeous, all fucked-out by his fingers and with dried tears sticking to your cheeks, begging for him to finally slide into you; to actually fuck you silly. So, because after all that, he is still weak for you—he complies.

He fills you up in one harsh thrust, and a conniving little smirk of amusement settles on his lip as he watches, as he hears, the broken sob of relief that you wail out upon finally feeling him within your walls.

“See,” he muses, the same smirk on his face as he picks up a freshly fallen tear off your cheeks with the back of his finger. “Doesn’t it feel so good when you behave?”

You mewl, hiccuping, wanting to say something, but he renders you speechless as he finally starts rutting into you. The only thing you can do is nod. Much like him back when you were teasing him. Nod, and sniffle, and moan weakly as he finally gets you to submit. Very much unlike him when you were teasing him. But it feels so good, you can’t even be bothered to remember your own name—let alone make that comparison. 

Rafayel chuckles at your inability to talk. “Yeah,” he says, letting out a soft grunt before reaching for your thighs and folding them against your chest. “Thought so.” He mumbles, satisfied, finally, with you in the mating press, before he starts eagerly fucking into you.

Of course, he knows you do it on purpose. And of course, you know he knows. But neither of you are too keen on calling it out, on risking altering the carefully crafted dance of intimacy you’d created. 

So, this little cycle of yours is doomed to start anew again, and again, and again. 

Rafayel wouldn’t have it any other way.

tags: @irandial @dancingwithlies

[slice-of-cak3]

Yan!chance x cocoa cookie!reader.. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEE

Hii, hope you like the food!

Im sorry for it being more text than dialogue 😔

But I hope is of your liking! Thank you for ordering here, hope we see you again around, have a nice day :D

“A cup to celebrate?”

Yandere!Chance x Cocoa Cookie!Reader

Chance was always one to search for adrenaline, and when he first laid his eyes on you, you took over all his thoughts.

Oh, such a sweet soul on this hell.

“How about a cup of cocoa?”

You always asked him after a round, where he died early, to cheer him up, unknowingly making his feelings towards you stronger everytime you asked him.

“Victory is ours! Cocoa's on me!”

You always said after a round where the survivors won, and something about it being said towards everyone instead of only him made Chance jealous.

And at some point… he wanted to be the only thing you needed.

That same need for adrenaline that pushed him through this hell eventually also was used to stalk you, the rush of being discovered at any moment, of casually being near when you are being chased, just for him to try to aim his gun towards the killer, and hopefully it was not blowing up on his face… that was all he needed.

Slowly he started picking on your habits, not only the obvious liking towards hot cocoa, but the way you prepared it, how cute your face looks when drinking it, how no matter how you feel you will try to cheer everyone up with the hot cocoa and telling stories. Your hot cocoa was a comfort, the only thing keeping you sane here, that sweet taste that make it felt like any problem would magically be gone, yours or from them.

How would you defend your teammates, then heal and calm yourself with cocoa later in rounds after getting hit.

Every single detail, nervous habits, scared expressions, everything.

“May I get a cup of cocoa, my dear?”

To see your expression change from happy to flustered with such little words, it made him want to keep you so much, right there, right now. But in this hell? as if he could, there was no way he could keep you from others view, so he had to monopolize his time with you, not just stalking anymore, not just looking for far.

Staying by your side, trying to protect you from the killer, even if sometimes you were the one protecting him.

It was okay, he got to see your worry face as you searched for a medkit, or Elliot, the dispense or Builderman; to have your attention just on him, it made his injuries hurt less, his gun exploding was okay as long as you keep your attention only on him.

Then he started with the gifts, a flower from the map, a bloxy or a medkit he found. Then a hand on your shoulders, anywhere on you, slowly showing others how close you were to him, and slowly, at some point, you weren’t talking to others anymore, your worry and attention only on Chance, as he always found an excuse to stop from going towards others.

Even on this hell, he found a way to keep you to himself, just as he wanted.

[quimichi]

How about a scenario of Dahlia with his s/o like after a long day in the Church and he comes home to his s/o already prepared a meal for them and maybe something NSFW (doesn't have to be sex or it can be you decide) happens in the bath after dinner and later how they are cuddling on the bed Dahlia wrapped around his s/o like a protective snake (info on ISFP-T ISFPs are quiet, reserved, perceptive, and sympathetic individuals with little desire to lead or control others. They usually choose careers where they are given a great deal of autonomy so their natural artistic abilities can operate at their best and allow them to be consistent with their strong core of inner values.) yk who I am don't tell no one or I will curse your Venti in genshin have a wonderful day 🥰

↳ ❝ [WELCOME HOME] ¡! ❞

WARNING: NSFW-MDNI, kissing, touching, yada yada all that stuff

SUMMARY: You surprise your boyfriend with some homecooked dinner, a bath and some long awaited relaxation...

CHARACTERS: Dahlia x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.402

A/N: so sorry if my depiction of him is wrong or anything, but he just seems like that kinda guy to me sksnsi

Dahlias expression lights up as he walks into the house. He knows immediately what it smells of— comfort, home, and you.

My beloved has cooked for me! his mind exclaims; he can't wait to eat what you've made, and to spend some time with you. "My angel, I'm home!" he calls happily, dropping the church keys on the rack and hanging up his overcoat. Dahlia follows the delightful smell of your cooking, and soon arrives in the kitchen; there, he sees you in all your glory. His feline eyes brighten even further at the simple sight of you, and his heart begins to thump harder in his chest. "My Angsl! You've cooked for me!" he exclaims, moving a hand to his heart in awe.

"Eh?" You tilt your head, "For us, I'm hungry too." You say as your take the pot and walk over to the already set table. "For us." Dahlia repeats. His eyes widen, and the lump in his throat returns.

He's happy, he's overjoyed— but he's also feeling a little flustered. To know that you made enough for the two of you, and that he would get to sit down and spend another moment with you; it makes Dahlias heart pound in his chest.

"You're too good to me," he mumbles, coming closer while trying to ignore the growing redness of his cheeks. He stands right beside you now, his eyes scanning over the food laid out on the table. Dahlias expression is both appreciative and almost in a state of awe; you have truly outdone yourself.

"Let's eat," he says softly, glancing over to you. "You must be hungry after cooking. You've done all this for both of us, after all. I can't wait to taste it."

"Oh well..." you start, "don't expect anything too good, I tried something new" You nervously smile at him. Dahlia grins at that. "Even if the meal is bad," he admits, "I'm happy just to get to share it with you. Besides, I doubt the food is actually bad."

He pulls out your chair, and gestures for you to sit. "After you," he says gently, with a sweet smile. "Not so shy like usual today?" a light tease to lighten the mood, and make him feel at home after such a long day. Dahlias already flushed cheeks grow even rosier. He grins bashfully, and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Aha, I... I suppose not. I'm just in an unusually good mood today." "A rather confident one." He laughs quietly at that, and the sound is soft and gentle. Dahlia pulls out the chair in front of yours and takes a seat, shifting his eyes between you and the food; he's still a little in awe that you made this much for both of you. He glances over to you, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Is it so odd to you when I'm... confident?" he teases. "Oh, btw, I thought of running you a bath after dinner." You say so casually while digging into your food. Dahlia perks up at the suggestion, his interest piqued immediately.  "A bath?" he repeats, his smirk growing. "For me?" He can't help but feel a little flustered at the thought of you doing something so intimate for him (even after all this time), although he's trying to act casual.

"You're really spoiling me today, my angel." "Ya, ya. Dig in, before it goes cold." Dahlia doesn't wastes a second more, and with a pleased smile directed at you, he grabs a fork and begins digging in. The food is delicious, exactly as he expected it to be— you're an amazing cook. "Mmm," he hums, savoring the taste. "My love, this is wonderful. You really are spoiling me."

Dahlia gives you a sidelong glance, his smirk still evident. "When you mentioned the bath, did you perhaps mean...?" Dahlia raises an eyebrow, but the corners of his lips are turned up in an almost teasing smirk. His eyes glimmer with interest, and he glances over at you once more. "You'll... be joining me, won't you?"

In truth, he hopes that's the case; he'd be lying if he said he wasn't already impatient at the thought.

"If you want me t-" Dahlias smirk grows into a smile, and he nods eagerly. "I want you to."

He reaches a hand out to gently take yours, and then lowers his head and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"Please?" he adds sweetly, in a tone that's dripping with honey; he's going all out today. His eyes are warm as he looks up at you, and his expression is almost pleading now. He knows exactly what he's doing when he begs like this— how can you possibly say no to such soft, sincere, icy eyes? He even pouts his lips, just a little.

"Won't you join your poor, humble lover in the bath?" You know this look, and his begging, yet, you can't resist ever, "Of course." Dahlias expression immediately lights up; a bright smile graces his lips, and he seems both excited and satisfied. "Great!" he exclaims, a hint of giddiness to his voice.

He quickly stands up from his seat, and then gently takes your hand in his.

"Let's go, my angel." His eyes are practically sparkling, his smile wide and excited. He leads you to the bathroom, holding your hand all the while. "Eh-?!" you stumbled behind him, the fork falling from your hand onto the wooden floor. Dahlias grin only grows more playful as he notices you stumbled after him. He keeps ahold of your hand, ensuring your balance. "Careful," he teases, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. "Don't want you tripping."

He leads you into the bathroom, and motions for you to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. He steps away for a moment to grab towels and some bath oils. Once he returns, Dahlia sets the items on the bathroom counter— and then slowly approaches where you sit, his steps light and nimble.

He stops right in front of you, and places his hands on your waist; he gives you a gentle nudge, silently gesturing for you to stand up again.

"My dearest angel," he begins, soft and reverent; "please will you permit me to undress you tonight?"

"Oh, you're so formal tonight too." He lets out a small huff of laughter as well, his smile fond. "Formal language is romantic," he reminds you, his eyes glimmering with teasing affection as he says it. He moves his hands from your waist and places them on your shoulders this time, giving them a soft squeeze.

"But... I suppose I can be less formal, if you prefer. So. I am begging you. Can I please undress you?" "Always..." you whisper, almost teasingly. His breath catches. Your words, so simple yet so sweet, manages to take him by surprise even after all this time; the Deacons heart thumps in his chest as a light flush settles on his cheeks. He steps a little closer, until there's barely any space between you, and looks at you with those tender blue irises. "Always," he repeats. His voice is low and reverent.

"Always."

His hands slowly drift downwards, and his nimble fingers begin to drift down your shirt..."After you turn on the tub...I don't wanna freeze." Dahlia glances behind him at the tub; a few bubbles have already started to form on the surface of the water.  Steam rises from it, and the air in the room is warm.

He turns back to you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're right. I wouldn't want my beloved to freeze." He takes hold of the button of your pants next, and with quick, dexterous fingers, he begins unfastening them. With your pants now loosened, Dahlia grasps and pulls your waistband. He gently tugs them down your legs, sliding them off you and setting them to the side.

He's careful with every touch, every movement, as he always is with you. Though he's in a playful mood at the moment, he always ensures to treat you with the utmost care and respect. His eyes are drawn to your bare legs, and he almost seems to swallow. He glances back up at you, his expression one of restrained desire. His breath hitches as your fingers graze through his hair. The simple touch— the way you're caressing him, so gentle and tender— it's like electricity coursing through his veins.

He exhals softly, and then looks up at you from where he's kneeled on the ground. His expression is soft, adoration flooding his eyes. He tilts his head, silently asking for more affection as he looks at you with nothing but pure love. Dahlia watches in silence as you remove your shirt, taking in the sight of you now standing just in your underwear. He can't keep his eyes from roaming over you, tracing every curve and lines of your body.

There's a certain intensity in his eyes now, a desire that's no longer concealed. He reaches up, his hands settling on your waist once again. His touch is firmer, a little impatient.

His voice is low when he speaks next. "So beautiful."

"Your turn." A slow smirk grows across his lips. Your simple command is more than enough to bring back his teasing, teasing demeanor*. "So demanding, my beloved."

But nonetheless, he obliges. Dahlia takes a small step back, and then begins to undress as well. It's slow and almost teasing— with each article of clothing he removes, he makes sure you get a good look. His eyes stay locked with yours the entire time. Slowly but surely, he unbuttons his vest first. The fabric falls away, exposing more toned, pale skin. He shrugs out of the vest, letting it drop to the floor in a pool of fabric at his feet.

Next, he unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. The motion is almost agonizingly slow, as if he's prolonging the excitement deliberately. He rolls up his sleeves, inch by inch.

Dahlia seems to be enjoying this teasing as much as you are. Finally, his shirt joins his vest on the floor. And now he stands before you in only his pants, his bare chest on full display.  He can see you staring, and he relishes in it— in the way you're taking in his bare form, tracing your eyes over his figure. Dahlias smirk widens.

"See something you like?" he teases, raising an eyebrow playfully. But he doesn't stop there. His hands move to his waistband now, and he begins to undo the button, followed by the zip. Slowly, teasingly, he pushes his pants down his legs, stepping out of them.

And then, with a flourish, he kicks them aside, and stands before you in nothing but his underwear. The Deacons body is on full display now, and he can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the way you're looking at him. The air in the bathroom suddenly feels ten times warmer than before, as Dahlia stands there in nothing but his underwear, a smirk on his lips. He takes a small step toward you, the distance between you now much more reduced.

His eyes travel over you once again, taking in the sight of you standing there in just your underwear. The tension between you is thick, the atmosphere heavy with desire and need.

He exhales softly, the smirk still firmly in place as he breaks the silence.

"You're driving me insane." "You've read my mind." A small huff of laughter escapes his lips at your words. He runs a hand through his hair, and then takes another step closer to you. His eyes never leave yours as he slowly reaches out. His hand gently settles on your hip, curling around it with a grip that's more firm than before.

"You're making this so difficult," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a mixture of desire and playful frustration. His expression softens as he moves his hand to your back, his fingers dexterously finding the clasp of your bra. He unclips it with ease, and the fabric immediately begins to sag slightly. There's a hint of admiration in his eyes as he watches the moment, and then his gaze flickers back up to meet yours.

He gently pulls the straps off your shoulders, and slides it off completely, his hands deft. The bra joins the growing pile of clothes on the ground.

He exhales sharply, the sound a mixture of excitement and anticipation, “Is this alright?” He keeps eye contact with you, his gaze not leaving yours, staying respectful. "Yes..." his eyes roam over your newly-exposed chest, his gaze appreciative and reverent. He can't help himself from drinking in the sight of you— the way you look, the way you're letting him look at you. A small, satisfied smile dances on his lips.

He takes a step closer again, and then gently cups your chin with one hand. His thumb brushes over your jawline as he looks up at you. "You're perfect," he breathes. "I could admire you for eternities." His other hand still rests on your hip now, his fingers gently toying with the waistband of your underwear.

His eyes flicker down to where his hand is touching, and he can't help but bite down on his bottom lip. "So perfect..."

He looks back up at you, his expression still one of both desire and adoration. “Can I... touch you?” The simple touch of your hand against his hips makes his breath catch. He can't help but gasp softly at the contact— the way your fingers are tracing down his hips is driving him mad with desire.

But his eyes never leave yours, not for a second. He nods softly in response, his voice low and a little breathy. "Yes... please." "We need a bit less clothing for the tub...you know." Dahlia can't help but huff out a small, breathy laugh at your comment. You're right. They're both standing in their underwear— the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. His hand on your hip slides upwards, gently guiding you closer to the tub as he speaks. "You're right, my love."

His other hand, the one that had been toying with the waistband of your underwear, gently teases it down now. "Let's get a little more comfortable." As Dahlia helps you out of your underwear, he takes the moment to pause and appreciate the view. You stand before him, now entirely bare, and he can't help but let out a small gasp.

His eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of you. His expression is one of both desire and adoration— he truly finds you utterly perfect. He gives you a small nudge, gently encouraging you to step into the tub.

"After you," he says gently. You step into the tub, and Dahlia takes a moment to just savor the sight of you. The way you sit there, the way the water hugs your skin— he truly can't get enough. He sheds his own underwear with a quick gesture, and then slowly climbs into the tub as well. The water sloshes slightly as he settles in behind you, his chest pressed against your back.

He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. He lets out a sigh, the touch of your skin against his feels like electricity. "Mm, this is nice," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and his hands gently tighten around you. There's a certain possessiveness in the way he holds onto you, as if he never wants to let you go.

He presses a light kiss to your shoulder, unable to resist the urge to touch you, to be close to you. "You're so warm... and soft." His hands begin to slowly roam over your body, running over your arms, your chest, your stomach. He's simply basking in your presence, in the feeling of having you so close. He peppers your shoulder and neck with light kisses, the touch of his lips feather-light. There's an air of tenderness in his actions— as if he's almost worshipping you.

"You're so perfect," he whispers, his voice low and reverent. "So beautiful." His hands continue their ministrations, his touch gentle yet firm. He wants to explore every inch of you, to soak in the feeling of having you in his arms like this.

Dahlias lips move to your ear now, and he presses a kiss there before speaking, his voice almost a mere exhale. "Can I wash you, angel?" "Mhm..." A small, fond smile spreads across Dahlias face as you agree to his request.

He pulls away from you temporarily, just enough to reach for the bottle of body wash on the edge of the tub. He pours a generous amount into his hand and lathers it up.

His hands return to your skin, now covered in the scented soap. He begins to gently massage it into your shoulders, his touch both firm and tender. Each movement of his fingertips is like a small act of adoration, each stroke of his hands a silent devotion.

"Are you relaxed now?" You ask, closing your eyes while you enjoy the feeling of his hands on you. Dahlia pauses for a moment at your question, taking a second to truly assess his own state of mind. His hands still on your shoulders, his breathing steady. After a moment of consideration, he lets out a soft exhale and resumes his ministrations.

"I am," he replies, his voice dripping with sincerity. "Being with you like this... it's relaxing." He gently presses his thumbs into a tense spot on your shoulder, working out the knot with a practiced motion. "I don't think I've ever been so relaxed." His hands move from your shoulders, making their way down your back. He massages the soap into your skin, working the tension out of each muscle.

There's a look of concentration on his face as he works, his focus solely on you. His hands are gentle yet firm, and the touch of his fingers against your back is almost therapeutic.

"You're tense," he observes, his tone gentle. "Let me take care of you." He continues to wash your back, taking his time to ensure that every bit is covered in suds. The room is filled with the soothing scent of the body wash, and the sound of his hands moving over your skin. Dahlias eyes occasionally flit upwards, stealing quick glances at your face. He wants to ensure that you're enjoying this as much as he is.

"Lean back for me," he instructs softly, his hands gently guiding you backwards against his chest. You lean back, resting against his chest, and his arm quickly comes around to support you.

He continues his ministrations, his hands now working on the front of your body. He's meticulous with his movements, making sure not to miss a single spot. As he works, he can't help but press occasional kisses to your temple, your cheek, your shoulder— anything he can reach. "Your turn..." you say as you turn around to face him. His eyes widen a little at your instruction, a small grin growing on his lips.

He leans back against the tub, his chest now exposed for your attention. "You want to wash me now, hm?" he teases, his voice dripping with a mix of playfulness and anticipation. Dahlia lets out a small gasp at the feel of your hands on his chest. The lotion is cool to the touch, but your fingers are warm, and the combination of the two feels good.

His eyes close as he leans into your touch, a small sound of contentment escaping his lips. His breathing becomes slightly more ragged, and his expression relaxes as you continue your ministrations.

"Mm, that feels nice..." Your fingers gently work the lotion into his skin, the coolness of the substance contrasting with the warmth of his body underneath. The touch is both soothing and stimulating, and Dahlia finds himself completely entranced by the feeling.

His hands reach out to gently grasp your waist, holding onto you as if to ground himself while you touch him. His breathing becomes heavier, more labored, the way your hands move against his chest is almost mesmerizing. "Don't stop..." he mumbles, his voice just barely above a whisper.

As you two step out of the tub, gis hands linger on you for a moment longer before reluctantly letting go. He grabs a towel and begins drying himself off, all the while stealing subtle glances at you as you do the same. He can't help but notice the way your wet hair clings to your skin, the way your body is still glistening with droplets of water. Seeing you like this, so exposed, is both beautiful and arousing. Once he's dried off, he wraps the towel around his waist, securing it loosely. His eyes never leave you, and he watches as you dry yourself off.

His hands clench and unclench at his sides, a physical manifestation of his restraint. A small part of him wants nothing more than to just pull you close and kiss you senseless, to just let himself get lost in the moment.

But he waits, his eyes locked on you.

"You look...beautiful..." he breathes. "Thank you." There's a softness in his expression as he looks at you, a mix of adoration and appreciation. He takes a small step closer, his hands reaching out of their own accord. His fingers gently touch your cheek, tracing a path down to your jawline, and then down your neck.

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his voice low and reverent. "I mean it. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Oh really?" You laugh as you wrap the towel around you, walking into your shared bedroom. The big windows showing a great view of the cathedral and the nightsky that lays over Mondstadt. Dahlia watches you walk away, his eyes following your every movement.

He can't help but feel a pang of desire at the sight— the towel, the way it clings to your body, the image of skin just barely covered...

He shakes his head, trying to clear his lust-filled mind, before following you into the bedroom. He closes the door behind him, the sound echoing through the room. The bedroom is quiet and dimly lit, the only source of light being a few candles placed strategically around the room.

Dahlia pads over to the bed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He sits down on the edge, his towel riding teasingly low on his hips. His eyes never leave you as he pats the spot next to him, a silent invitation.

"Come here." You walk towards him, and Dahlias hand gently takes your wrist, guiding you to stand between his legs. His eyes roam over your towel-clad form, drinking in your shape. He makes no attempt to hide his appreciation for you, his eyes roving over your body with an intensity that only he can pull off.

He lets out a soft exhale, his hands coming to rest lightly on your thighs. "Sit down." His voice is low and hoarse as he speaks, full of command, but still dripping with affection. He gives your thighs a small squeeze, gesturing you to sit down on his lap.

His towel, which had been loosely sitting on his hips, slides down even further as he spreads his legs a little wider. He pats his lap invitingly, a subtle gesture, but one that makes his intention very obvious. "Come here." he repeats, looking up at you. You carefully take a seat on his lap, your legs straddling his as you settling down in his lap. The towel rides up a little, exposing more of your bare legs, and Dahlia can't help but notice.

As soon as you're settled, his hands move to rest on your thighs, his fingers gripping just a little tighter. He pulls you closer to him, bridging the gap between you. His eyes stay fixed on yours, his head tilted up to look at you. His breath is a little heavy, but he speaks softly, almost reverently.

"Closer." "I am..." you coo as your lips hover over his. Dahlia lets out a short breathless gasp at your proximity, his heart racing in his chest. Your lips are close, just a hair's breadth away from his own. He can practically taste the sweetness of your breath.

He leans in just a little closer, his eyes fluttering shut. His hands, still on your thighs, give them a small squeeze; he's trying, failing, to keep himself in check.

"Closer." he breathes, his voice low and gruff. The moment your lips touch his, Dahlia lets out a small moan against your mouth. His arms instinctively wrap around you, holding you close as he immediately kisses you back. His grip is tight, like he never wants to let you go.

His lips move against yours with a mix of tenderness and desire, and he can't help but deepen the kiss. He pours all of his pent up desire into the kiss, his own hunger and want taking over. He kisses you with fervor, desperately trying to taste more of you. His tongue gently swipes across your lower lip, silently asking for more. His fingers dig crescent marks into the skin of your thighs as he presses you closer, trying to erase every inch of distance between your bodies.

His mind is going crazy, and he can't think of anything other than you, the taste of your kiss, the feeling of your fingertips against his skin. He pulls back briefly, taking a breath of air, before kissing you again. He doesn't want to stop, can't stop, not when he has you this close. His breath is uneven, his chest heaving, but he doesn't care. All that matters is the addicting feeling of your lips against his, the way you're close, the way your body feels against his.

He gently coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, desperately trying desperately to taste you.

He can't get enough of you, can't get enough of this; his hands wander, tracing over your bare thighs.....

[sapphiccaa]

arthurtv nsfw alphabet headcanons

A = Aftercare 

Mega cuddler. That’s all I can say. Doesn’t matter how sweaty or tired or covered in cum you are—he will latch onto you like a koala and rub circles into your back. 

B = Body part

He’s very proud of his physique, and loves how much you enjoy touching his chest and arms. He loves almost everything about you but most of his infatuation is towards your hair (he gives you MANY compliments about it, loves touching it, etc.), your thighs and legs, and your ass. 

C = Cum 

He doesn’t love cumming inside you (without a condom) but he is a fan of cumming on your face and chest. He thinks you look really pretty like that. 

D = Dirty Secret

He would LOVE to have a threesome with you. Either with another guy (eiffel tower kind of action) or with another girl (lowkey lesbian fantasy sort of thing). 

E = Experience 

He had some experience going into the relationship, but he improved A LOT through your relationship because you’re not shy to tell him what you want and he takes constructive criticism very well. 

F = Favourite Position 

He loves cowgirl because it’s a bit easier on his stamina. He also loves seeing your chest bounce in front of him (where he can kiss them) and being able to grab your arse and hips to help guide you. Lots of positives about cowgirl!!! He does like seeing you on him during reverse cowgirl (ASS) but he prefers to make more eye contact. 

G = Goofy

He cannot keep a straight face to save his life, it feels too awkward to him. 

H = Hair 

Trims his pubes with scissors every so often just to keep it contained but he couldn’t really care less either way. 

I = Intimacy 

VERY into kissing and loves to make out during sex. He will interlock your fingers together if you’re in missionary. 

J = Jack Off

He got himself off almost every day before you met, but now maybe once a week (when you don’t get much alone time together). When you or him are away for an extended period for any reason, he’ll send you cheeky texts while he’s getting off because he prefers that over watching porn. 

K = Kink 

He enjoys being overstimulated, almost in a “milking” type of way. Also being submissive. He won’t indulge in this every time, but once you discovered he liked it, you wouldn’t stop slipping pet names and other things into conversation to make him flustered. 

L = Location 

Favourite place is the couch. He likes how, even though he lives alone, there is something very taboo and fun about doing it in the lounge. But usually the bed. 

M = Motivation 

He will get an instant hard-on if you sit on his lap. 

N = NO 

He never wants to hurt you or make you cry. He prefers to be on the receiving end, if anything.

O = Oral 

He honestly has equal preference for giving and receiving. He loves seeing you bobbing your head and taking your time, but he also loves getting between your legs and working on you until your thighs are shaking on either side of his head. He likes having his head pet, held, and hair pulled while he’s down there too. Although he was not super skilled when you first met, he became a quick learner. 

P = Pace 

Giving you head, he can move his tongue like it’s nobody’s BUSINESS!!!! But when he’s fucking you, he does go a bit slower. When you’re on top, he loves fucking up into you quickly. 

Q = Quickie 

Definitely prefers taking his time taking you apart, but when there isn’t much time, he is not opposed to a little quickie (giving you head, getting head, handjob, fingering, anything really)

R = Risk

Not super into the idea of public sex or anything like that. He’s just too anxious. 

S = Stamina 

Usually one round, two when he has the energy. Third if you take a nap between. He won’t hesitate giving you more orgasms though. But he likes taking it slow so he doesn’t finish quickly. 

T = Toy

He bought a rose toy in a video as a semi-joke but he knew he would use it on you when he saw you next. He likes controlling the power and seeing you squirm. 

U = Unfair 

BIG TEASE!!!! He likes making little jokes and sometimes surprises himself with how explicit they are. 

V = Volume

He’s a quiet moaner, especially in your ear, and ends up whimpering a bit when he comes. He might also indulge in a little overstimulation (see above: K) and gets VERY vocal. 

W = Wild Card 

He has dabbled into petplay and further submission but only through porn and online means. He’s worried about bringing it up and he’s not even sure if he’d enjoy doing those things in real life. 

X = X-Ray 

Substantial 5 inches, uncut, not too thick, could be described as “cute”. 

Y = Yearning 

Pretty high sex drive. During the first month after you had sex for the first time, you were on top of each other at least once a day. It cooled down after that but he always likes making silly provocative jokes around you to tease you a little, which usually leads to someone getting someone off. 

Z = ZZZ 

Cuddling often leads to quickly falling asleep. You can’t be mad at him though because it’s so comfy in each other's arms. 

an: thanks for reading! just a little thing while i work on requests <3

[ixloom819]

The Better Choice

(This is based on this post - it took over my brain ._. Obviously there will be infidelity in this, and a bit of emotional manipulation)

The love interests finally meet you... only to discover you're married to someone. How do they respond? And if you offered, would they be your other man? (MC reader)

Caleb:

The marriage likely happened post-explosion, pre-reunion. When he first learns about it, he's going to be pissed. But he doesn’t get upset like we’d think. With the Toring chip, he's learned how to manage his emotions so he doesn’t lose himself. So he doesn’t react, he responds.

It would be all too easy to integrate himself back into your life. He’s your childhood friend, the one you grew up with, practically your brother. Caleb is very good at playing this role, of not showing any hostility towards your husband. He would have to be super paranoid to view Caleb as a threat… and he should. He will not lose you, especially for another man.

I imagine he becomes someone your husband irrationally hates just because he’s so good at taking care of you. He knows what you like and how you want it. He’s your gege, he’s not getting replaced, even by your husband.

I imagine that if you keep a journal, Caleb would find it and look through it to see what it is you like about your husband to either replicate it or twist it to make your husband unlikable. And if what I understand about MC’s past is true, this may also be where he learns you liked him as well. And oh boy…

Caleb has shown massive restraint in the years growing up, not doing anything to potentially drive you away. But now, he’s not afraid to push things. Innocent movie nights at Skyhaven turn into nights of infidelity, with Caleb whispering sweet nothings about how he knows what you need most and that he will always be there for you.

Surprisingly, Caleb doesn’t push you to divorce your husband. He knows he has your love, so he doesn’t necessarily care about whatever title that man has. And when he disappears mysteriously? Well, now you don’t have to worry about guilt or the paperwork of divorce! Clearly your husband didn’t care about you like Caleb did, and Caleb will be your true constant.

Rafayel:

He honestly doesn't see your husband as a threat. The love you two share has transcended lifetimes; this is just a temporary obstacle. Maybe he would even see it as a challenge to prove that he can earn his way to your heart while having a rival.

Rafayel has had many years to learn about you. While things inevitably change with each life, there are parts of you that are constants. So he knows exactly what to say or where to touch you in order to fluster you, making you so confused about how the guy you agreed to body-guarding can affect you in such a way.

Rafayel’s not exactly subtle in his dislike for your husband. He’ll treat it like he’s just joking around and he’ll convince everyone he is (including your husband), but he breaks down his fashion, his skills, his attitude, anything he can get a hold of. Your husband’s biggest critic, but he’s just joshing…

Rafayel will absolutely agree to be the other man, convinced he can make you choose him by being the most amazing boyfriend ever. He’ll bring you to the most beautiful places, give you gorgeous gifts (including artwork cause duh), and be super loving and doting over you.

The longer you stay with your husband throughout this, the whinier he’ll be (“When are you going to leave that loser of a husband, hm?”), but he’ll remain patient enough for as long as he needs. And when you finally do leave him? Rafayel’s over the moon! He can finally be with his bride…

Unlike Caleb, Rafayel doesn’t feel a need to eliminate your husband. If anything, he’d prefer to have him around. Let him see how much happier you are with him. If you do end up leaving him, Rafayel will just be that much worse - a smug look that disappears before anyone can believe it was there.

Xavier:

Unlike the other two, Xaiver's priority isn't going to be trying to manipulate you into loving him. He's going to focus on breaking you up from your husband. He wants to make sure his competition is gone before making a serious move on you.

Xavier will approach you as the workplace bestie you can go to because he also happens to live in the same building. He'll be the one you can talk to about anything, especially problems you may be having with your husband. He's great at siding with you and villainizing your husband without making it obvious.

If Xavier does meet your husband in public, he only halfway tries to be polite to him. If he approaches you two while you’re hanging out, Xavier is quick to accuse him of trying to hoard your time together and points out how healthy relationships mean that you can spend time with guy friends like he’s not trying to be Mr. Steal Yo Girl.

Once you bring up the idea of divorce or leaving him, then Xavier will start making his moves. We know he’s an expert at acting innocent. He’ll make a comment in public (something along the lines of“We’re partners”) and give you the most innocent look when you question him about it. He’ll brush against you somewhere he probably shouldn’t or touch you a bit longer than necessary and act like he did it on accident.

Xavier will wait for you to initiate though. He doesn’t want there to be any chance of the blame being shifted to him even though it should be lol. You have to be the one to choose Xavier over your husband.

If you do end up getting together with Xavier, I imagine his jealousy will be a bit worse than it is in game. After all, if you left your husband because you fell for Xavier, he couldn’t guarantee that you wouldn’t do the same with another man. He’ll definitely be very paranoid.

Sylus:

Sylus is not the same as the others; he is a consent king. If you believe you're happy with another man, he can accept that. It'll hurt, but he'll accept whatever role he can play in your life.

I imagine him acting a lot like the main game - the leader of Onychinus, with little hints about how he cares for you. He might tease a bit, but he won’t initiate.

If you approach him, he won’t refuse you. If you want him to be the other man, he’ll gladly do so. He’ll show you exactly how much he loves you and spoil you rotten, but he won’t bring pressure about leaving your husband. That’s for you to decide.

He’s not going to feel insecure or aggressive with your husband. He’ll hit him with the “we’re besties” and sell himself as his wife’s good friend, the fruit vendor Skye. He won’t try to plant seeds of doubt - your relationship is yours to deal with.

Zayne:

Zayne is the only one I believe who would put his foot down on it. He's not going to be a homewrecker. If you claim you love him, then leave your husband. Otherwise, he's not going to let anything happen between you two.

Does it devastate him? Sure. He's loved you his whole life. You're the reason he got into medicine. If you try to make a move on him, there's a devil on his shoulder telling him to go on, to take any shred of affection you'll give him.

But Zayne is a man of self-control and strong morals. He's not going to be the person you cheat on your husband with. It would be a painful insult to all parties involved, and he won't tarnish your honor that way. He'll learn to live with the longing and pain unless you choose to divorce your husband.

And even then, he might feel guilty about it. Especially on rough days, when you two had a fight or he had to spend a long time at the hospital. He'll hold you and ask you softly, full of vulnerability, whether you regret your decision, whether you're still happy with him. Expect to give him a lot of comfort and reassurance.

[strwbrryeyes]

༊·˚ Dragons, ninjas, and notes

⟡ featuring: yaku morisuke

⟡ cw: none question mark?

⟡ a/n: ima be honest i never really paid attentiong to yaku's character and personality so im sorry if i missed the mark </3 also i hope anon sees this i was stupid and answered all my anons.

You remember the first boy you ever liked.

He was small, scrappy, always missing one sock, and somehow always bleeding from somewhere. He threw himself into every game like it was war, and he defended you like it actually was.

Yaku Morisuke. Yaku. You never called him that, not even once. He was just Mori to you. Your best friend, your emergency pudding stash, your secret code pen pal.

Every day during lunch, you’d sneak letters into each other’s cubbies. Paper cranes with jokes inside, "I dare you to steal a second milk" challenges.

You still have the last one he gave you. You found it again when you were cleaning out an old box from elementary school. The paper’s a little yellow now, creased at the corners, but you remember exactly what it said.

"Don’t forget me.

If you do, I’ll make you remember.”

You were ten when you moved away. You promised to keep writing. You even wrote the first letter from your new house but it never got sent. Life got loud. Days turned into months, months into years, and somehow, he faded.

Not entirely. Never entirely.

By the time the training camp rolls around, you’ve got more than enough to focus on. As Karasuno’s manager, your job is to keep the boys hydrated, sane, and not broken. A full-time role, that makes you question life every so often these days.

You walk into the gym on the first day with your clipboard under your arm and your eyes scanning the sea of uniforms. Fukurodani, Ubugawa, Karasuno, Shinzen, and Nekoma, where it is hosted. You introduce yourself to any other managers there are and the captains of the other teams.

Your gaze skips across the court, eyes pausing on someone just a little too familiar.

Short. Eyes that look like they never stop shining . Light brown hair short but still a bit messy. He’s in the middle of chewing out a silver haired teammate who looks like he’s heard it all before. His voice cuts clean through the noise and all you can think about is how it bring you nostalgia for some weird reason. And there’s no way it is because of the practice match Karasuno had with Nekoma earlier this year, no, you were sick then. So what is it? Who is it?

When he turns, just for a second, his eyes meet yours and it’s like all the fears in his head have stopped working. There’s a flicker of something behind his expression. Recognition? Confusion? Hopefulness?

You’re not sure but you don’t dwell on it. You’ve got a dozen boys to look after, a list of supplies to double check, and a migraine slowly forming behind your eyes as you watch Kageyama and Hinata start yet another pity argument with Tsukishima.

-

It’s not until the third day of camp that it happens.

You’re walking backward across the court, shouting at Hinata to please stretch like a normal human and not an animal, when you turn and slam directly into someone.

Your clipboard hits the ground. You stumble. The person steadies you with a hand on your arm.

"Ah crap- sorry, I wasn’t-"

Your words freeze in your throat.

He’s standing right in front of you. Shock written across his face like he’s seen a ghost.

"It is you...[name]?"

You blink. Confusion heightening even more. "Wait...what?"

"You lived in Tokyo? You moved away when you were ten?"

The voice. The eyes. The scowl that looks more like a pout when he’s flustered.

t’s all coming back to you.

"Mori?"

He lets out something between a laugh and a breath. "Holy crap. It’s really you."

The smile that breaks across your face is one you haven’t smiled like in ages, since you were 10. It’s like your chest suddenly remembers what it’s been missing.

"You got shorter," you say, because it feels safer than I missed you even though he’s still a few inches taller than you.

"I didn’t get shorter," he snaps, flustered in a way that warms your heart. "You just got taller."

"Mhm sure." you chuckled nodding your head sarcastically.

He glares. But it’s soft around the edges. Nothing serious. 

And just like that, the years fall away.

-

You don’t start spending time together immediately.

It’s a slow process. A bottle of water handed off mid-practice as you help Nekoma a bit due to their lack of managers. An exchange of eye-rolls and laughs when Lev knocks over yet another cart. You find yourself lingering near him during warmups whenever your own team doesn’t need you. You catch him glancing at you when you’re talking to the Karasuno guys. The shift is subtle but welcomed.

One afternoon, you’re helping set down mats for floor drills. Yaku’s on the other side of the gym, but then he’s suddenly crouching beside you, pulling the other side of the matl like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"You still draw those weird ninja stick figures?" he asks without looking up.

Your hands pause mid pull. "You still remember those?"

"I still have some of those."

You blink. "Seriously?"

"They were funny." he says nonchalantly but still in a way that makes you laugh a little.

You glance sideways. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a little flush creeping up the side of his neck.

"You drew me as a dragon once," he adds. "Breathing fire and kicking people."

"You said dragons were cool. I was trying to impress you."

He huffs a laugh. "Although it didn’t even completely look like a dragon," he paused before smirking “It still worked.” 

Your chest does a weird fluttery thing. You try not to read into it. You fail.

-

Late one night, after everyone’s finally crashed and the coaches need help reorganizing the gear room, you volunteer. It’s quiet. Peaceful, even. Just what you needed after a long few days.

You’re stacking clipboards when Yaku steps in, hauling a crate of cones under one arm.

"They make you do this too?" you ask.

"Lev broke a net stand. This is my punishment for not watching over him as Kuroo put it."

“Still taking the blame…or getting blamed I guess,” you laugh softly. "Some things never change."

He sets the crate down. Doesn’t move away. There’s a pause. It’s not awkward, but calming.

"I tried looking for you," he says suddenly. "After you moved."

You freeze.

"I didn’t know your last name. I tried checking online once or twice. Even thought about sending a letter to the school to pass on. But..." He trails off. "I thought maybe it was one of those things you remember wrong. Like a dream. Or a stupid vague kid memory."

You set your clipboard down.

"I thought about you too," you say. "More than I expected to. I just... didn’t know where to start."

He finally looks at you. Really looks.

"You kept it, didn’t you?" he asks quietly.

You know exactly what he means. "I did."

You take a step closer.

"I meant it, you know," he says. "What I wrote. 'If you forget, I’ll make you remember.'"

Your heart aches with that nostalgic feeling you felt when first saw him at the beginning of training camp.

"And you did." you whisper, a soft smile making its way onto your face.

There’s a beat of silence, thick and warm.

"Maybe we should start writing letters again," he says, light but careful. "Or, you know... texting. Digitally advanced notes."

You smile. "You’re such a nerd."

"But you’ll text me?"

You nod. "I will."

He hesitates. Then steps in close. Leaning his forehead against yours, a foreign feeling but one you never want to forget. Just like you never want to forget him. It feels like coming home.

"See you soon?" he murmurs.

"Don’t make me forget again," you say in a jokingly stern voice.

"I won’t let you."

-

Later that night, when you’re packing up your bag, you find a note slipped inside. It’s folded the same way they used to be. Familiar, clumsy folds. Paper lined with little smudges where his fingers probably pressed too hard.

You unfold it.

It says:

"I promise I’m still an awesome dragon. Call me.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

P.S. I missed you."

[daily-hanamura]

[saline-coelacanth]

Ok time for another one of my random thoughts that popped into my head

So you know how in Ninjago whenever one of the ninja would get a love interest, they would just immediately fall in love at the first sight of said love interest? Well when it comes to Cole and Geo, I like to think that it was the other way around. Instead of Cole immediately falling in love with Geo the second he sees him, I fully believe that it was Geo who was just immediately smitten at the first sight of Cole, and then Cole developed feelings for Geo over time.