#look at his EYELASHES OH MAN I WANNA SMOOCH HIM

[boy-comics]

can you write about xdinary heroes and types of kisses they like to receive & give? i feel like other types are unappreciated but showcase just as much love as lips do. thank u xx

XDINARY HEROES AND TYPES OF KISSES

── .✦ a/n; hehehe more kisses >:)

── .✦ gunil;

giving:

he loves kissing your shoulders. bare or covered, it does not matter

if you're going about your day at home, he will take any opportunity to sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and press his lips against your shoulder

maybe he'll sneak in a kiss to your jaw while he's at it too

receiving:

kiss his shoulders and biceps and his ego will go 📈📈

but if you want to turn him into a puddle? just kiss his cheek

it's just so domestic that he's smiling before your lips even leave his skin

if it's random he raises his eyebrows and goes "oh? what was that for?" every single time

(he knows why. it's because you looove him)

── .✦ jungsu;

giving:

he kisses every feature of your face that he loves, which is all of them—eyelids, nose, lips, cheeks, chin, forehead

he thinks the way you scrunch your nose whenever he kisses it is especially cute, though, so that might be his favorite

it's part of his morning routine to gently peck your nose before you wake up :) you totally don't know this and definitely don't pretend to keep sleeping so he can keep his little secret

receiving:

butterfly kisses

he just likes having your face so close to his, okay? it makes him feel all lovey when you hold his gaze and then lean in until your eyelashes flutter against his skin

holding his hands and kissing the backs of his fingers after he comes back from band rehearsal has the exact same effect (a long cuddling session with lots of nose kisses)

── .✦ gaon;

giving:

jiseok and hand kisses ... holding your hand with your fingers intertwined and then lifting them together to plant a big, noisy smooch on the back of your hand when you least expect it ... do you see my vision

additionally!! whenever he has the chance, he'll lie upside down somewhere and ask for a spider-man kiss because it's fun and you always smile when you kiss him like that

just fun n silly kisses in general, match his energy and you'll get a lot of them

receiving:

for some reason, he really likes it when you kiss his temple or behind his ear! it makes him feel loved :)

if you have to go out for the day, he'll wish you goodbye and then look at you with those big shiny eyes of his until you reach out to cradle his head and gently pull him towards you for a kiss

(don't kiss the top of his head unless you wanna tease him, though. it makes him feel short)

── .✦ o.de;

giving:

he is always always down for neck kisses (always)

that being said, as the kind of guy who likes to take care of his partner, forehead kisses are one of the main ways he shows his affection towards you

he does it a lot when you're sick and when you're sad, always paired with a tight hug

receiving:

i think he would be quite fond of receiving back kisses!

just feeling you hugging him from behind and kissing his back would bring a bright smile to his face

it doesn't take long until he turns around to peck you on the lips hehe

── .✦ junhan;

giving:

cheek kisses!!! he finds them simple and cute, intimate but not as nerve-wracking as kissing your lips (which he enjoys doing as well but not as often)

they're very soft and almost soundless, and you can feel his smile when he pulls away

sometimes he'll wander a bit and kiss your nose, too

receiving:

it's not complicated—he likes receiving cheek kisses too :)

though since he's usually not one for a lot of physical affection, you'll have to learn how to tell when he'll be the most receptive to a kiss

if he is, yay! sometimes it ends up as a competition and the two of you kiss each other's cheeks until you're giggling too much to continue

── .✦ jooyeon;

giving:

neck kisses

given that this is the guy who started the "brr" kiss tradition, a warning must be given that he will ABSOLUTELY do that against your neck

when he leans in you never know if he's going to kiss, blow a raspberry, or straight up just bite you??

if he's feeling clingy, he'll bury his face in your neck and keep his lips against your skin

receiving:

if he wants to be comforted, forehead kisses

he'll even lean over if you're shorter than him to ask for one :(

otherwise, you can turn to kiss his palms when he holds your face and he'll be pleased as punch. he loves it when you're affectionate with his hands hehe

[scoupsloveblog]

(´,,•ω•,,)♡

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴/𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦

requested by the national cutie pie @heartyyjeno​

Mark Lee

he can be a bit oblivious sometimes bless his soul꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭

so he’s kinda clueless as why tf you’re so pouty 

has he said anything stupid earlier? forgotten any important date?? or... even worse

ARE YOU ON YOUR PERIOD?? (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ  ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵖᵉʳᶦᵒᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

he’s too nervous to even prod at you rn

especially after a trainee who just happens to be wearing his hoodie passes by and you-

did you just growl?!?? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

but you’re his baby and you’re just SO deflated and he HATES seeing you anything but happy and lively so he just can’t stand by and watch you so upset cuz his lil heart hurts too (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe, are you uh alright?”

“yeah, just a little bit cold” *trying to subtly hint him*

“oh! that’s not good, you should have dressed warmer, should i go ask manager-hyung to turn up the heating in the practice room??”

 ‘maybe i should just set your ass on fire to warm up’ (►˛◄’!)

“or do you maybe want my hoodie?? it should be enough so you won’t be cold anymore, where did i... ohhhhh”

*light bulb turning on above his head* (〇o〇；)

“it’s fine mark, it’s not like you love me anyway it’s fine i should have seen this coming” *loud fake sobbing in your hands* *mark panic*

“no no baby come on-”

“let’s just get the divorce papers, mark lee!!!!”

“but we’re not married-” *sobbing intensifies* “i’m sorry, I’M SORRY!!! i didn’t mean to!! here, just a second!!” (´⊙ω⊙`)！

this specimen just took off his shirt and draped it over you in the middle of the practice room

“mark, wtf are you doing?!?? i was only kidding!!”

“how was i supposed to know, what if you were seriously upset-”

“hyung, can you help-”  *chenle slams door closed* *dolphin screams* “you’re paying for my eyeball removal surgery, you nasties!!”

“chenle NO”

Huang Renjun

my man here catches on pretty quickly what your pout is about

you didn’t make it exactly hard to notice either (；¬д¬)

“y/n, want some ice cream?”

“no, i’m cold, you can shove it up yo ass and share with dear [redacted]”

jesus i wonder why your s/o is mad renjun

he’s not sure how to approach the situation at first, worried that he might get a tube of ice shoved somewhere he wouldn’t want it to ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

he decides to just be himself read as blunt

“baby come oooon, i can ask them to give it back”

“no, then i’ll seem like a possessive bitch” (Θ︹Θ)ს

“don’t call yourself that!! but then should i just run back to the dorms and get another hoodie?”

“no, i missed you this week, i don’t want you to leave”

“then you can just come with me?” (≖^≖๑ )ﾌ

“but i’m too lazy to get up” same reader same

renjun : ఠ ͟ಠ then wth DO YOU WANT ?!!!?!!

your soul renjun

he’s a bit lost and you’re kinda under the weather too and he HATES it because you’re his kitten and he CAN’T and WON’T allow you to feel anyhting but like absolute royalty with him ೕ(⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́ฅ)

so he just drapes himself over your back, wrapping his arms tightly around you, caging you in a warm embrace and nuzzling his cheek into yours

“who needs a hoodie when they’ve got a junnie??!?!” (˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

how could anyone stay mad when a cutie like renjun just curls himself around you and pulls you flush against himself, wrapping his limbs around you and peppering kisses everywhere in reach

you’re basically purring in content at this how could you not 」(￣▽￣」)

depending on how tired the both of you are, you might qualify for a good ol’ nap cuddled up against renjun 

but don’t let this fool you

you AIN’T gona catch him making the same mistake again

he’s asking you first about absolutely anything

“no renjun, i don’t need the last of your toilet paper, why do you even- you know what, don’t answer that, just go take a shit in peace” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Lee Jeno

we all know jeno is too much of a sweetheart to say ‘no’ (๑′ᴗ‵๑)

he might be freezing himself and he’d still give his hoodie away to the first person who asks learn how to say NO kids

so now you’re both freezing and on top of everything you’re upset too

that’s a DOUBLE KILL for sweet babie jeno (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe i’m sorry how was i supposed to know you don’t like them??”

“it’s not even that, jeno, you’re literally shivering!! why would you give it if you’re cold too?”

and that’s when jeno’s bf sathelit sprung into action

“wait... ‘too’?? are you cold, my baby??!??!?” (ʘᗩʘ’)

“no, wait, i mean yes, but that’s not-”

“i’ll be back in a second” he isn’t even kidding

he comes back with a blanket AND heating pads (that he doesn’t miss a second to clutch to your cheeks and then coo at your fish face)

“where did you get these from?” *suspicious*

he tells you he borrowed stole them from hyuck by politely asking for them threatening with a flex of his arm while eye smiling the entire time hyuck stood no chance ( ⚆ ᴗ ⚆ ) *nervous chuckle*

but jeno allows you no debating time before he wraps you in the blanket like a lil cutie patootie WARM burrito and leaves a *smooch* to your forehead ( ˘ ³˘)♥

you can spend an eternity arguing with him that you should take turns since he’s cold too, he isn’t taking ANY OF IT

his bubs isn’t allowed to be cold and he wants you to forget about who he lent his hoodie to too

the only way you can get him to relent is refusing to stay cocooned in it

“y/n, wear it or you’ll catch a cold!!” ( •̀ω•́ )σ

“sorry to burst your bubble, but you can and will catch a cold too!!”

that’s how you found yourself sandwiched between jeno’s arms, suffocating from both his bodt warmth and the blanket enveloping THE BOTH of you

best sauna would 110% recommend ୧( ⁼̴̶̤̀ω⁼̴̶̤́ )૭

Lee Donghyuck

my man here knows EXACTLY what he’s doing once *that person* asks him for his hoodie with a flirty smile

he lends it over with that shit eating grin but not without watching from the corner of his eye as you deflated like a loney baloney ( ◞᷄દ◟᷅ )

pretends to not notice your pout and lack of answers to his remarks

“y/n, wanna order chinese tonight?”

sweet, but not on my watch asshole *silence* (˵¯͒⌢͗¯͒˵)

“i’ll take that as a yes, i’ve been craving some seaweed soup”

*eye twitch*

‘fine u lil booger two can play at this game’ (•̀o•́)ง

you leave the room and return... wrapped up in MARK’S sweater and plop down back next to hyuck proudly (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)

he tenses up and turns to you

“y/n” ooooh damn you’re in deep shit

*you bat your eyelashes innocently* “yes my dear?”

“you stink, can you move further away?”

you... did not... JUST HEAR THAT??!?!!? (ﾉꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ﾉ彡┻━┻

but you get up and walk with your tail between your legs to the other side of the room and curl up in a ball of failure

you both do your own things insilence until-

*sniffle* *hiccup* *SNIFFLE*

“y/n?” *silence*”baby??” *hiccup*

oh no oh no NO NO, hyuck’s baby ain’t crying on his watch (╯’□’)╯

he DASHES to your side and envelops you in his arms while cooing apologies and sweet nothings in your ear

“come on baby, you know i didn’t mean it, i just want your attention and your attention only and i only meant that mark’s hoodie stinks, never you, you’re my baby, you can’t-” ヾ( •́д•̀ ;)ﾉ

and then your shoulders start shaking and hyuck starts to actually worry until your sobs turn into... giggles?? hold up, WHAT??

he turns you around just to see you in a fit of giggles, the only tears present are the ones building up in your eyes from laughter

“oh you think you’re smart, don’t you??” (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)♡

ATTACC OF TICKLES FOR YOU

Na Jaemin

another sweetheart tbh who wouldnt be able to refuse out of courtesy

but he just KNOWS he fcked up the moment you turn away when he leans in to kiss you (︶︹︺) ╯ ( ് દ ് )

but he ain’t giving up so easily

no matter how upset you are, depriving him of his dose of kisses? federal crime!!!! CRUELTY!!!!!!! ╰[ ಠ ��̯ಠ]╯

so he keeps on pushing his affections on you

a clutching back hug, a rushed kiss wherever he is able to land it considering your struggle to avoid him, a nuzzle against your cheek, a pinch to your cheeks, a failed attempt to lockyour hands together

my man here tries not to show disappointment whenever you succesfully escape his ♡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♡   

jaemin, grumbling: “you and jisungie, a couple of hooligans, i’ll leave you on the welcome mat tonight for this” (҂⌣̀_⌣́) he won’t he loves you too much, he can’t fall asleep if he’s not 110% sure you’re well fed and happy

but he still babies you to no end

“come on my baby, what should i do so you forgive me hm?”( *¯ ³¯*)♡

you, an entire baby: *huff* “so now you care huh? go ask or no, go TAKE CARE of [redacted]” 

jaemin’s last braincell performing swan lake on thin ice male version 2020 be like ₍₍ ◝( ･’ω’･ )◟ ⁾⁾

so he sighs and leaves the room

so NOW you’re worrying that mayyyybe you pushed him a bit too far

but before you even get the chance to walk down the hallway in your mighty search for your boyfriend, everything suddenly goes black

no you didn’t pass out or did you

jaemin just creeped up on you and ENGULFED you in a blanket hug for which he DEFINITELY didn’t run a marathon to buy༼つ ் ▽ ் ༽つ

when you finally manage to worm your head out of the fluffy cocoon he engulfed you in, your words were still muffled

“nana?? how did you even-???”

he just hugs you tighter and cuts off your questions

“shhh, all that matters is that you are ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and i am maybe perhaps forgiven??”  ◕ ‿ ◕ 

how could you ever refuse this precious soul

Zhong Chenle

so i can see one(1) scenario in which he would lend his hoodie to someone he SPECIFICALLY knows you don’t fancy

if you had a let’s say disagreement before and we all know he can be PETTY big time sooo basically he’d do it just to spite you ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

and the lil shiz looks SO PROUD of himself

but you’re not letting the brat win we ain’t no losers _へ__(‾◡◝ )>

so you just creep up behind him and stick your glacier hands up his shirt and rest them on his warm back

when i’m telling you he broke the record for the highest jump and most likely shattered any windows in the vicinity ༻(〃ຶ⌂〃ຶ)

“y/n!!!! keep your ice cubes to yourself!!”

“but i’m cold”

“your cold, your problem”

“watch me say the same thing when jaemin’s chasing you around with a wooden ruler” （；¬＿¬)

things settle down after that

or so he thought!!!!! (งಠل͜ಠ)ง never let your guard down lele sigh

another sneak attack to make sure chenle gets a SOUR taste of absolutely pure pettiness so he gets sick of it himself lol

this time a bitch ain’t joking

you shove your entire head under his shirt and then slither yourself so the top of your head pops out of chenle’s shirt collar let’s hope chenle made the wise choice of wearing a loose shirt so you both won’t suffocate

so you just blink up at him like (◕ᴥ◕)

and chenle is shrieking the entire time sigh

and while you’re too cute for him, its not exactly comfortable for either of you so he pats your head and begs asks you to get out of his shirt(?)

“am i getting your hoodie then?”

“i can’t just barge in and ask for it back”

“alright them i’m suffocating you FUN” (╯✧∇✧)╯

“i’m buying you an entire store of hoodies, JUST GET.OUT!!!”(;≧皿≦）

you have to restrain him for actually going on a shopping spree cuz he LOVES spoiling you but he pays in cuddles while you’re snuggling in your favourite hoodie of his

Park Jisung

confused babie /(@ﾟﾍﾟ@) a mood 

he probably lent his hoodie cause he was too shy to refuse and didn’t even know you don’t like the person he gave it to

and then he’s clueless when you’re pouty ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

jisung: “do you want some water??”

you: *grumbling visibly upset* ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

jisung, at a safe distance away from you, scratching his head, rethinking life choices: “...okay, maybe not. how about choco milk?”

he keeps an eye on you but other than that he’s LOST lol

that’s when the ✨𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼✨ kick in

emergency contact momma jaemin is the first person jisung calls once he escaped to the ‘bathroom’

“jisung, you know i love you, BUT ARE YOU DUMB?? HOW COULD YOU- blahblahblah” my man is listening to an entire rant about how to treat your partner well 101 (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

now that he knows the theory, he needs the practice

but you might already worry that he fell in the toilet with how long he’s been gone for god forbid you fall into that dark void

so he calls chenle

“chenle, i’m treating you to hotpot if you bring me a blanket or hoodie in less than 5 minutes”

“add in some steak and it’s a deal” ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

“i’m so selling your soul for a piece of gum, FINE!! just be quick!!”

THIS BOI RIGHT HERE!! A TREASURE!!!! he would step on his honour just to make sure his bubs is hapyy ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

so after he excuses himself again to retrieve the blanket from chenle

he BURRITO WRAPS you in it and then sits down next to your confused but undeniably happy form and pats your head nervously while he rambles you’re still his most sought after for of comfort no matter what

“i’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend, i should have realized you’d be cold too and that i should always put you first and i-”

you cut him off with a chaste kiss to his cheek which definetely doesn’t leave him speechless and tomato red in the cheeks (๑♡⌓♡๑)

“it���s okay, i was just being dramatic, you should always put yourself first tho, okay baby??”

baby is malfunctioning but he still nods mindlessly and kisses your cheek back ( ᵅั ᴈ ᵅั;)

[strawberryvanillablast]

Lyrical Dissonance (Giorno X Female!Reader) (Slight NSFW)

For @bebeplum​ 

Sorry, I couldn’t find any other gif that matched :’D

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When he first met her, Giorno thought of her similar to a fairy or a pixie. Delicate, tiny, and innocently adorable with her (e/c) eyes shining. It did come across as a little odd as to why she would want to join the mafia, but Giorno chalked it up for her own personal reasons. After all, he was the same way. But when she joined, he promised to protect her from those who were willing to harm her. Just like he was when he needed to protect Trish. After all, she was a sweet, innocent, cute, and lovely girl lost in a sea of wolves (and Trish). 

Not that she’d ever know, of course. 

After all, it wasn’t as if he had a crush on her or anything. 

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It was a beautiful summer day in Naples and Bruno decided that they would all head out to Libeccio’s for lunch. As they made their way down the brilliantly hot highway, the radio was playing out a tune to occupy their while. Giorno gave an extremely small raise of his eyebrow at the song currently playing. It had some, ah, interesting lyrics to put it mildly. 

I’ll make you hot Make you rock I’ll leave the world in shock  He chanced a glance at Trish who was lip-synching to utter perfection along with Narancia trying desperately to follow along. But as he turned his glance to [Y/N], he blinked in slight shock. She was lip-synching as well and was just as good as Trish. As she continued to sing (or rather lip-synch), Giorno focused on her. 

Lip gloss and lollipop. The way her glossy (h/c) (h/l) hair bounced in time.  Let’s rock I wanna pop. Her plump lips, covered in a gentle pink lip gloss. Can’t take your eyes off of me. The little crinkle of her nose dotted in freckles.  I’m all that you see. The sparkle in her eyes that managed to take his breath. 

“Giorno,” Fugo’s voice whispered. “Giorno, you’ve been staring at [Y/N] for quite a while now. Are you alright?” 

Giorno blinked and turned to Fugo, who raised an eyebrow. Feeling a slight heat to his cheeks, he nodded and turned to look out the window, hoping that nobody would notice. But Narancia and Mista did and they looked at each other with the most devious of smirks. Narancia whispered something in [Y/N]’s ear and [Y/N], bless her heart, nodded with a happy smile.    It was about ten minutes that Giorno’s emotions cooled down some that another song began to play. This time, Narancia, Mista and Trish were singing quite loud at the chorus, to which Giorno and Fugo looked at each other in confusion. Now what was going on? Suddenly, the scent of coconut shampoo made itself known to Giorno. 

“H-Huh...?” 

My lips like sugar.  My lips like sugar.  This candy got you sprung. This candy got you sprung.

Her voice, soft and rich like velvet, was whispering in Giorno’s ear and down his neck. Immediately, his eyes widened and he turned to see starry (e/c) eyes. The plump pink lips that were begging to be kissed smiled in a purely wonderful way. 

So call me your sugar. So call me your sugar.  You love you some.  You love you some. 

She leaned in and whispered in a breathless hush, “I’m sweet like sugar~.” 

Giorno’s heart was racing as that beautiful face neared his, teasing him as those long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in his face. As his mind overloaded a mile a minute, he felt sweat run down his body and heat flush his face and neck. 

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Everyone, sans Bruno who was driving, watched as the Don of Passione himself was turning redder than a hot raspberry pie in the oven. His expression was that of a flustered man who had absolutely no idea what to do in a situation like this. 

A far cry from the stoic boy that brought Passione back to its heroic roots. 

“Giorno,” Fugo waved a hand over the Don’s face. “Giorno, are you okay?” 

“Oh my gosh,” Mista put a hand over his mouth in awe. “I think he’s in shock.” At that, he looked to Narancia who had a similar expression on his face. “I think we might have actually broke this poor man for the very first time.” 

“This just in,” Narancia chirped. “Giorno.exe has crashed for the first time in like ever! Put this down in the calendars or something!” 

 “No need,” Abbacchio smirked, holding a camera. “I recorded the whole thing.” 

[Y/N] frowned. Broke Giorno? She didn’t want to break Giorno. She thought that it would be a great bonding exercise for all of them. Determined to right this, she gently placed her hand on his cheek and caressed it. Oh, it was so smooth! She looked into his eyes, which were in a new dimension. 

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“Giorno,” [Y/N]’s sweet voice chirped. “Giorno, can you hear me?” She pulled her bottom lip out in a pout and her eyes sparkled. “Oh, Gio. I’m so sorry! I thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.” 

“O-Oh, um,” Giorno blinked, looking at [Y/N]. They arrived at Libeccio now. “It’s fine, I promise. None of you meant any harm by it.” He gave a reassuring smile. 

“Thanks, Gio,” [Y/N] smiled. “It means the world to me!” 

And then, she finished it off by giving him a nice, deep smooch on the forehead. 

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Bruno couldn’t see what was happening, but he heard everything and couldn’t help but smile. Even though Giorno was the Don of Passione, he was still just the same age as Trish and [Y/N], so there was no helping some boyish crush. He hoped that one day, Giorno would be comfortable enough with his emotion brain that he could tell [Y/N] about his true feelings. 

But for now, it would have to wait. Maybe there could be a chance at an internal self-discovery of the romantic heart. 

“A-Ah! Giorno, are you alright?” 

“Quick! Get some water!” 

“Buccellati, Giorno’s brain performed an illegal function and needs to reboot! He fainted!” 

...Or maybe there could be an intervention. That works too!

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I always headcanon Giorno at someone who is very new to the world of romance and thus has no idea what to do. He may be adept at fighting. Romance on the other hand...

[gemstoneconstellations]

Pretty Pretty Princess

Summary: Kaminari’s daughter wants to play dress up, so he becomes a princess for the evening.

Wordcount: 1808

“Mommy, can we play dress up?” You wave a tired hand at your daughter, who was following you around the room. You could feel her tugging onto your dress as you laid out paper plates and plastic silverware.

   Today was a special day; it was the baby shower for the unborn twins inside your belly. Lucky for you, they have been calm so you can get things done, but now your six year old is demanding your attention. “Miuko, I can’t. I’m setting up the party for your siblings. Today we get to find out if the babies are boys or girls.”

   Miuko puffed out her chubby cheeks, pulling on her dirty blonde pigtails. “But I wanna play princess tea party!” Her hair started to become staticy and her strands started to stand on end as she crossed her arms, pouting on the couch.

 “Heheh, now she looks like her dad when she does that. She’s so cute all the time, you forget her dad is Denki.” Kyouka came into the room, holding the cake for the party. Momo followed close behind her with balloons. Oh thank god, the other adults are here to help.

   You sigh happily as the girls came over to you and gave you side hugs. “Hey, Kyouka, that’s rude!” Speak of the devil, your husband pouted as he walked over to you. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he showered your face in loving kisses. “Hello my beautiful, darling, glowing, light-of-my-life wife. How are you feeling? How are the little lightning bugs?” His hands wandered down to your belly; the twins seemed to sense their father, as they shifted inside you...

   “We are good, don’t worry. Just worried about getting the party together in time for everyone to get here…” You looked back down at your daughter and then motioned your husband closer to whisper in his ear. “I think Miu is feeling a bit left out. She’s been begging to play princess all morning.”

   Denki looked down at his pouting little girl and then winked at you. “Oh man honey, I don’t think I can help with decorating. I’m really bad at it! I guess I have to keep myself out of the way. Hey Miu, do you know what daddy could do while we wait for the party?”

   Miuko gasped, jumping up and down on the couch. “Princess tea party!”

   Denki let out a dramatic gasp as he grabbed his daughter's hand. You giggled at his ‘excitement’ as you mindlessly rubbed your belly. “Princess tea party?! That sounds like sooooooo much fun! Let’s play in your room!” The two of them skipped down the hall; your daughter’s bubbly voice could be heard all the way to her room.

   “Man… that was cute.”

   “Makes you want a child of our own, Kyouka?”

   “M-M-Momo!”

   ~

   The party was still being set up when the guys showed up. Sero, Kirishima, and a Bakugo being dragged via headlock by Kirishima. Which meant they were sent to see where Denki was since they couldn’t be trusted to help or keep fingers away from snacks. “Holy shit! Pwahahahahahah! What the heck Kaminari?!” Both Sero and Kirishima fell to the floor, laughing at the sight before them.

   Denki had bows, clips, and glitter in his hair with random braids everywhere, as well as messy sparkly pink eyeshadow that didn’t stop at his eyelids and Barbie pink lipstick. Denki was sitting at his daughter’s play table, squeezing his large body onto one of the mini child chairs.e.

   “Is that an effing tutu, dunce face?” Bakugo, who was filtering his words in front of Miuko, pointed to the frill around Denki’s waist.

   “Yes, yes it is. And my name is Princess Dazzling Unicorn Sparkle.” Denki stated his new title proudly, taking a pretend sip from a very small plastic pink teacup, pinky out and everything. He is not ashamed that he plays with his daughter or that he lets her use him as a dress-up doll.

   Miu hopped to her feet, dressed in one of her princess costumes from Halloween. She ran over to the men that were more than triple her size. “Uncle Ei! Uncle Hanta! Uncle Suki! Are you here to play too?!” She grabbed Kirishima’s and Sero’s hands, pulling them and forcing them to sit at the table as well. It was amusing to see someone as big and bulky as Red Riot sitting in a chair that was smaller than one of his calves.

   “Uuuhhhhh…” The men looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Miu was looking at them with big puppy dog eyes; there was no way they could fight it. They both gave reluctant nods, but were rewarded with one of the brightest smiles they'd ever seen on Kaminari’s daughter’s face.

   “Eff that. I’d rather help with the dumb baby shower.” Bakugo tried to turn away, but small hands glued him to where he stood.

   “Pleeeaaasssse Uncle Suki? It won’t be as fun without you. I wanna play with you too.” Bakugo flinched at the tears starting to flow out of her eyes. Small sparks of electricity buzzed around her. If there is one thing Bakugo learned over the years from being around the small Kaminari child is to avoid any possible tantrum, at all costs. There is no way someone who didn’t have an electric quirk would survive. The moment he let go of the doorknob, she knew she’d won. “Yay, you are going to be Princess Butterfly Glitter Bomb!”

   ~

   You sighed from your spot on the couch; all the energy you’d had before had been sucked away when the twins decided to switch spots inside your stomach. “Alright, everything is set up. We just have to lay out the snacks and wait for everyone to show up. I’ll get the boys and the princess to come out and join us.”

   Walking down the hall, you could hear your daughter telling the story of how her prince in shining armor came to rescue her. “That’s stupid. Why would you wait for some dude to save you? You can do it yourself.” Ah, that was Bakugo talking.

   “But I want to be saved! My prince will give me a kiss!” Slowly, you opened the door; the first thing you see is your daughter being pampered by two pairs of hands. One was skillfully putting winged eyeliner on her, while the other was delicately placing flowers inside her French braided golden hair. Your eyes widened as you opened the door more; you immediately placed a hand over your mouth to hold back a snort.

   “You can fight some dragon on your own with your quirk, why wait for some dumb prince?” Bakugo, who was applying makeup to your daughter, had a butterfly clip holding back his bangs, a large amount of bright sparkly pink eyeshadow and neon pink lipstick. The makeup must of have been from her princess makeover kit that Denki had bought her for her birthday.

   “Katsuki, you are missing the point. She wants to be swept off her feet. To be romanced. You did that for me, bro.” Kirishima, the manliest and largest man of the Bakusquad, had many different assortments of colorful sparkly costume bracelets hooped around his spikes, flowers drawn in what you assume is the same red lipstick that was currently on his lips on his cheeks, and is that… your eyelashes from your Halloween costume last year?

   To the side of him was Sero, who was holding his hands out to Kirishima. “Shut up and focus on Soy Sauce’s nails. Anyways, you don’t need to be saved to be smooched, especially not from some random prince.” Sero was frowning down at his nails as Kiri continued to paint. The tape hero didn’t look much different to the redhead; his hair was in numerous ponytails that were being held up by beaded hair ties and bow; he had been given the purple lipstick.

   Your daughter held up the toy that she was clutching to herself right into Bakugo’s face, interrupting his work on her eyes. “It won’t be a random prince! Ingenium will save me!”

   “Glasses? Really?” Bakugo grabbed her face again, finishing the last bit of her eyeliner wings.

   Kaminari placed the final flower in his daughter’s hair. He was the most put together out of the rest; most likely he’d put his makeup on while your daughter did the rest of the guys. “She could do worse than our old class president. As long as she’s happy and he treats her right, I’m happy.”

   “All done.” Kirishima cheered as he closed the bottle of nail polish.

   Sero held up his hands to look at Kirishima’s work with an exasperated look; he was obviously not enjoying this as much as the others. “This is going to be hell to take off… why sparkles… I can’t imagine having a daughter who makes you dress up like this…”

   Kirishima leaned onto an open palm perched on his knees. “I don’t know bro, I feel kind of pretty.”

   With a straight face, Bakugo looked up at the redhead without any hesitation and said, “You are always pretty. Homo intended.”

   “Awww bro.”

   Now that no one was holding Miuko’s attention, she looked over to see you and excitedly stood up pointing to her face. “Mommy! Look! We princesses!”

   You giggle as she ran around the room, presenting each man and describing what she did to them with glee. “I see. Will your highnesses please join us in the living room; the party should be starting soon.”

   Sero sighed with relief as they all got to their feet. “After we get this makeup off…”

   That was the wrong thing to say. Miuko stomped her feet standing between Sero and Kirishima. “No! Princesses can’t be seen without their makeup! What if your prince comes? You have to look battle ready! Let’s go Princess Shiny Rainbow Bubbles and Princess Strawberry Sunshine Sugar.” She took Sero and Kiri’s hands and you watched as your six-year-old pulled the full-grown pro hero men out of the room.

   Kiri reached out and grabbed Bakugo’s hand, pulling him along as well with a cheeky smile. “Lucky me, I already found my prince…er, princess.”

   “Shut up, you sap.” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he let himself get dragged along.

   You were giggling to yourself as you could hear people gasping in surprise, soon followed by loud laughter. Denki came up beside you, offering his arm for you to take and escort you. You couldn’t help but chuckle and make a comment on his appearance. “You look beautiful, honey.”

   Denki flipped his hair dramatically with his free arm as the two of you walked. “I know, right?” You are sure the children in your stomach did somersaults due to your muscles flexing from how hard you laughed that day.

[write-place-write-time]

Keeping It

[ Can be read as a sequel companion to “Lost It” and “Found It”, or as a standalone ]

“Silent night, holy night….”

Molly sang softly to the curly-haired head of her boyfriend where it was settled over her heart, her fingers sifting through the strands soothingly. The Christmas tree was tall and willowy, sitting in the corner by Sherlock’s favorite window. Its soft twinkling lights cast warmly over the mound of presents (most of which were labeled “To: Rosie”) and spilled over the floor to meet the blazing glow of the fireplace.

A rumbling sigh accompanied Molly’s sotto voce performance as Sherlock’s long legs shifted under the down comforter. Where she was sitting propped up by pillows and John’s old chair, he was sprawled, bare feet poking out from the end of the comforter-pillows-and-quilts nest they’d made on the floor after wrapping all of Rosie’s and their friends’ gifts. He settled against her, arms shifting around her waist as he enjoyed her singing and hair-stroking.

Molly ended the carol with a smooch to Sherlock’s forehead. “I know you just got comfortable, but I need the loo.”

He lifted his head to mock-glare at her. “Inconvenient.”

“My bladder?” she chuckled. “Yes, well, transport and all that.”

With a melodramatic groan, Sherlock rolled away, letting the pathologist escape their cocoon. He watched her in her over-sized tartan pyjama set -- last Christmas gift from her late father -- go to the bathroom and close the door before he scrambled to his own feet. He watched in the mirror and kept an ear out for her as he carefully lifted the Santa hat and reindeer antlers headband off of “Billy” the skull, and plucking the small wrapped box from atop it. Carefully, he replaced everything, settling back down in their Christmas Eve nest where Molly had sat.

Sherlock studied the small present: it was wrapped in an iridescent blue-green paper with silver trim (subconsciously matching the giver’s eyes), the size of the box and the care with which the wrapping was done indicated high-value gift within, likely an engagement ring. With a self-indulgent smirk, Sherlock mapped out his plan.

Molly would come out of the loo, all pink-faced and smiles, and return to be cuddled by her boyfriend. Sherlock would hold her tight, and murmur his deductions of the holiday (the frankly appalling romanticism, the snow outside the window, the silly traditions of what they were doing for this pagan celebration, etc) before sauntering into his best deduction yet -- that Sherlock Holmes wanted to be Molly Hooper’s husband.

He had the plan. He had the ring. He had the nerve. He just needed his pathologist.

Right on cue, there was the sound of water, the squeak of the door as it opened, and the shuffling of small bare feet. Secreting the present away in the pocket of his pyjama pants, Sherlock looked up to find he was off to a good start: Molly’s face was indeed smiley and pink. 

“Oooh, switched places?” she giggled, kneeling to join him. “Right, so you’re gonna sing my favorite Christmas song and stroke my hair?”

“You will not hear me sing ‘I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas’, I’m afraid,” he smiled at her. “Hair-stroking is however more than available.”

“Mmm, good,” she scrunched her nose as she leaned in to kiss him. What should have been a swift kiss of affection soon became a clinging, heated, low-laughter affair -- Sherlock pulled away reluctantly when the insistent digging of the gift box into his hip won out. Starry-eyed and well-snogged, Molly shifted to lean back against him, pulling the comforter over their legs.

They were content to just sit for a few moments, Sherlock holding her to him with one arm around her waist.

“Molly,” he murmured, deciding this was it.

“Sherlock.”

“You realize what we are engaging in is horrifically stereotypical of the romanticism that plagues this pagan celebration?”

Molly smiled, nodding. “Oh my, yes.”

“The Christ-child -- if he existed -- wasn’t even born in December. The star the shepherds and wise men followed would have been seen in that particular part of the night sky in spring--”

“Suddenly you know astronomy? It’s a pagan celebration miracle!” Molly giggled, pulling his hand from her waist and kissing its palm.

Sherlock couldn’t even roll his eyes at her jest; they’d come so far since Sherrinford in January, and her ease in taking the mick out of him only made his Yuletide decision more concrete.

“Tell me,” he said, switching gears, “when is the correct time to open Christmas gifts?”

“Christmas morning, at least in my family.”

“Mmm. We always did either stockings or one gift on Christmas Eve,” Sherlock mused, a faint memory distracting him off course. “I vaguely remember receiving my first violin… and Eurus smiling.”

Molly squeezed his arm and hand. “Good memory?”

He thought about it, seeing the small girlish smile as he unwrapped the gift she’d no doubt been a part of procuring for him. The glint in her crystalline blue eyes was so merry. The memory fizzled as he nodded. “Good memory.”

Molly smiled. “Well, we could do a gift each tonight? Revive an old tradition? Make a new memory?”

Not the plan but it works nicely, Sherlock thought. “All right then.”

Molly whirled around in his lap, straightening up, and grinning wildly. “Yay! Um, who should go first?”

Sherlock blinked at the sudden shock of enthusiasm, recovered, and smiled. “I can guarantee I have the more clever gift--”

“Wanna bet?” She smirked, determination and confidence in her dimples. “I hid yours from you for weeks!”

“I hid yours too, Dr. Hooper, so there.”

Molly turned her elfin nose up at him. “Well, Mr. Holmes, I’m not a consulting detective. You may be slipping in your abilities.”

Seeing his opportunity, he leaned in and let his voice growl. “Not at all, going by my most recent and most brilliant deduction, Molly.”

The air was heady between them, and Molly’s pink cheeks flushed darker in the firelight. “Oh!”

Sherlock kissed her briskly. “Enough stalling. I have your Christmas Eve present.”

He pulled it out of his pocket, rearranging the slightly bent silver ribbon. If his hands shook at all, neither mentioned it.

“And I have yours!” She held up a long slim gift, the wrapping paper a cheery gold. They switched parcels.

Sherlock held onto the gift from her, refusing to deduce it, and focused instead on Molly and that little box. She was admiring the wrapping paper, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Clever boy, matching your eyes,” she teased. “It looks too pretty to open.”

“I shan’t open mine until you open yours, so….”

“Oh, all right then.” With the precision found only in the hands of medical examiners and surgeons, Molly peeled back the paper to reveal the small velvet box.

Her breath caught, and Sherlock’s nerves got the best of him, the words tumbling out giddily.

“It-it occured to me recently that I am not exactly who I thought I was. I have been a pirate, a graduate chemist, an a-addict,” he stammered, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “I have been a fugitive, a prisoner, a dead man, a resurrected man, a consulting detective. I'm a newly realized middle child, a pain in the arse, a friend, a godfather, a boyfriend. I’ve been tortured, I’ve told horrible, hurtful lies, and nearly destroyed all that I have been, am, and could be.”

Molly’s eyes, shimmery with emotion, lifted to meet his. “But you didn’t destroy it. At all,” her voice shook.

“But for the grace of a God I am afraid might actually exist,” he smiled, “and the grace of my friends, family, and you, Molly.”

She shared his smile, a tear threatening to fall from her lashes. Sherlock set his own gift nearby, and took her hands and the unopened ring box in his.

“What I have been, I cannot change. What I am, I have realized, is more than I ever thought to be,” his voice grew softer. “Which then begs the question: what do I want to be?”

Together, they opened the box. The simple white-gold ring sparkled with the modest sapphire flanked by two yellow topaz gems. Simple, clean, and ultimately Molly.

Sherlock swallowed thickly. “Molly, I have deduced that I very much want to be your husband. Would you -- may I -- can I be your husband?”

Their eyes met, and Sherlock felt like he was hurtling off the roof of St. Bart's again -- the air was sucked from his lungs and impact was inevitable.

The tear on Molly’s eyelash did the fall for him as she blinked rapidly, head nodding fiercely as she croaked, “Yes. Yes, please.”

They laughed goofily at their nervous bumbling around the proposal and acceptance, hugging and kissing through tearful smiles. Sherlock slid the ring on her finger, happy that she liked it and that it was sized to perfection. He kissed the palm of her left hand, then kissed her lips and held her to him.

After a blissful, affirming moment, Molly pulled away. "Oh! Your gift!"

Sherlock chuckled as she searched the tangled quilts and comforter, finally finding the gold-wrapped present. She situated herself to sit practically in his lap, holding the rectangle in her hands.

"Sherlock."

"Molly."

"You have been many things. And you are many things." Molly's smile grew wobbly but she bit her bottom lip and handed him the gift.

Sherlock lifted a brow in confusion to her face, then proceeded to tear open the wrapping. He pulled a curious white and pink plastic stick out -- his breathing stopped as he turned it over to read the small screen on the stick.

Pregnant.

A numbing silence rang through his brain as he whispered the word. Molly shifted in his lap and he instinctively looked to her.

"I know you've just asked to be my h-husband," she stammered, "but would you also like to be a daddy?"

Sherlock laughed, shouting "Yes! Of course! Oh, can you imagine the brilliance of our progeny? How far along are you? Oh this explains your preference of sparkling cider to wine tonight! And I thought it was just holiday weight, but no! You're carrying our baby!"

Well, he did so in his head. In reality he was staring at Molly, mouth soft and slack, silently weeping. Molly, not a stranger to Sherlock's buffering, cleared her throat and touched her hand to his cheek, swiping a tear with her thumb.

The touch worked and Sherlock blinked back into the tangible universe.

"Baby?" he whispered.

"About eleven weeks now, yeah," she smiled. "I suspected a couple weeks ago. John confirmed it for me."

"John knows?" Sherlock chuckled. "Explains his smug attitude all week."

Molly kissed his cheek. "When I took this test, I panicked at first. Just for a second. Then I thought of you, how much I loved you, and decided that no matter what, I was keeping it."

His smile grew -- Molly was a modern woman and of course would be responsible. But to know that she’d still want his child….

“Forgive the hyperbole but I am the happiest man alive, Molly.”

They shared another smile, Molly falling into his arms. She took his hand in her newly be-ringed one and placed it low on her belly where a small solid bump was growing. Sherlock’s heart pounded, and he sank his free hand into Molly’s hair, stroking softly.

After a few moments, he began to sing softly to his fiancee and their unborn child.

“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas…”

[derireo]

claude - fixation

uh ya i think i got carried away with this one. i love me some needy byleth and a claude who delivers.

CLAUDE x F!BYLETH

also this is kind of my first time writing true lemon so be nice pls.. also this is a repost lmao don’t judge

with a muted thud, claude's shoulder guard fell to the dirt while his other hand untied the belt that was around his waist. he grinned crookedly at a disgusted leonie, who had a training lance in her hands, and pulled his regal top off before taking a few steps back to return his training bow and quiver to the weapon rack, felix sharpening his sword with a whetstone beside it.

"is that really necessary?" leonie complained and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. claude could only shrug with a grin and pull off his gloves before mirroring leonie's gesture of wiping his forehead dry with the back of his hand. felix rolled his eyes at the two and stood up from the stool he was sitting on to take his leave, nodding at byleth who had silently walked in.

"i've got to cool down somehow." claude shrugged his shoulders as the corner of his mouth lifted up into a smug smirk, which caused leonie to scoff and roll her eyes before whipping around to return her training lance to its rack. the smile on claude's face didn't leave, and he folded his arms behind his head smugly as leonie didn't dare look at him.

"whatever. pretty sure you took your shirt off because you knew professor was gonna walk in at any second." the girl sighed apathetically and shook her head, following after felix and leaving the training grounds after sending a small wave to byleth who was still wandering in, her footsteps silent against the dirt as she headed in claude's direction.

"why, hello, my pretty lover." claude winked, letting his arms fall to his sides in a gesture that invited byleth to walk into them. it was only the two of them since leonie and felix left already, and so the former professor sighed deeply, making herself small against claude's bare, and sweaty chest, the man's arms curving around her small, but terrifyingly strong body. "somethin' up?"

she shook her head and removed her face from claude's chest to pout up at him, her doe eyes fluttering prettily as she tucked her chin against the spot between his collarbones, "i missed you." she said quietly and wrapped her arms around the man's bare waist, her breeze kissed skin cooling his body down.

"well isn't that just sweet." he cooed in response, leaning down to print a feather light kiss to his lover's nose. the smile on his face becomes genuine as byleth leans back up to return the favour, her lips barely grazing his chin as claude reaches one hand down to pry byleth's arms from his waist, his large, calloused hand finding her own while his free hand automatically tangled itself in her soft, mint green locks, claude's body towering over her as he leaned down once more to press another loving kiss to her jaw.

the woman shivered under his touch, causing him to chuckle and continue trailing his lips against her skin, the hand holding hers intertwining their fingers while byleth arched prettily against claude, who was gently tugging her head back by the hair so that he would have more access to her unmarked throat.

byleth's other hand moved up to claude's chest, her joints curled against the sparse hairs that tickled her fingertips. the woman giggled breathlessly when the man's beard scratched against her neck, and the angelic sound only spurred claude on, causing him to sink his teeth into byleth's neck to make her squeal.

"what're you being so cute for, hm?" he teased and cradled byleth's head in his palm, his head moving away from her neck to get a good glance at his lover's flushed expression. he raised byleth's hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles when she didn't respond, and it only made her skin flush even more.

seeing such a shy expression on her face had claude's mind screaming with joy, and the man kissed her forehead once, twice, and then a few more times until the girl was squirming and laughing against him.

byleth's pupils were slightly dilated when claude gently pulled her hair after to get an answer, "your beard tickles." she admitted bashfully, her hand squeezing claude's as she tore her gaze away from his to instead stare at his solid chest, her nose lightly brushing against his collarbone.

claude's facial and body hair wasn't bad, no -- it was far from it, actually. byleth actually loved the beard and the sparse hair that spread from his sternum out; she thought it made him much more attractive, and she loved the feeling of beard burn on her body. when she had awoken from her five year slumber and reunited with claude at the monastery, she was surprised to see a matured claude, and felt her heart flutter when claude smiled at her in the sunlight.

still in her daze, claude untangled their fingers and pressed his warm palm against the small  of her back, once again causing byleth to arch in a way that had the man drooling. "you.. there's something about you today." claude wonders aloud, his gentle eyes boring into byleth's, who was practically purring in the back of her throat as claude wrapped his arm around her waist next. "what's got my girl so needy on this particular day?" he laughs, and it's soft, because byleth is currently smooching at his sternum, and claude swears he might cry despite the teasing he cast upon his lover.

the only response claude received was a pleased hum before she began sinking her teeth into claude's skin, her tongue lazily brushing over to soothe the bite before she's finding another spot to mark with her mouth. claude can only wince a little as he watches on in adoration for the woman, making sure to pet her hair as she continues to do whatever she's doing. "hey, kitten," claude chuckled to try and get her attention, and sighed adoringly when green eyes met his, her eyelashes fluttering prettily as byleth dragged the tip of her tongue from his sternum, up to the dip of his collarbones.

claude's breath stuttered, and he bit the corner of his lip to calm himself.

he quickly regained his composure, "you wanna go back to my room, pretty girl?" he sang sweetly, to which byleth nodded; her the light in her eyes becoming hazy, "want me to make you feel good?" he cooed, and byleth nodded again, her arms reaching up to wrap themselves around claude's neck as the man reached down to take a good grasp of her muscled thighs, hooking them above his hips.

"somebody'll return my stuff later." claude chuckled breathlessly to no one in particular, byleth too busy scratching her lips against his beard to really care about what he said, and so the man stares up at the ceiling for a brief moment to collect himself before quickly heading out of the training grounds with his hands firmly holding byleth to his body, doing his best to head back to his dorm room with as little people bearing witness to the couple if possible.

"byle-- ow, sweetheart," claude could only wince with a fond smile as the woman gave a sharp bite to his pulse while he was heading up the stairs, and opted to gently pinch her waist as punishment for being naughty, "play nice, okay? i know you can." he murmured as she peered up at him from his neck with a shine to her eyes, making claude automatically kiss her forehead as he opened the door to his room and locking it.

"bed. lay down." she commanded sharply, to which claude could only bite his lip and again look up at the ceiling helplessly, his body going into autopilot and obeying at the sudden authority laced into his lover's voice. when he was on his back on the bed with his upper body propped up against the headboard, byleth suddenly shot the man a pretty, flirtatious smile, her body lazily straddling his as she prints a chaste kiss to his lips. "good boy."

and if claude was still the young teenager he was all those years ago, he would've cum in his pants.

no cap.

and, oh, claude is in love. just absolutely in love. he swears, byleth is so cute, with the way she's so leisurely laying across his body, her head tilting whichever way as she marks his chest again, her lips red and swollen from the friction against his beard from earlier. she is so cute, he thinks to himself, with her surprisingly soft hands curled against his waist, and her silky hair cascading over her shoulders.

and then, hear this, byleth starts peppering kisses lower and lower down his body. "oh, sweetheart.." he had whispered under his breath, his hands coming up to rake through his hair in anxiousness, his lip caught between his teeth as byleth gazes up at him through her eyelashes, the corners of her mouth lifting up slightly.

claude might just die if she keeps this up, because byleth keeps flicking her tongue out against his abdomen, and-- and she's tracing the the outline of his midriff with her tongue and claude can't bear the hot sensation it sends through his body. he covered his face with one hand then, each area of skin that's been touched by byleth trembling under her lips as she drags her fingers down claude's body, her hands tugging the waistband of his pants down along with his small clothes.

the man can only heave a breath when the tip of his lover's nose brushes against his v-line, her mouth pressing lazy kisses to the happy trail as she continued to pull his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out, the tip swollen and leaking precum onto his defined stomach just from the light teasing from byleth.

the almyran stuttered out a sigh when byleth kissed the tip, happily lapping at the precum with a hum. "oh, baby.." he mumbled, his hands automatically coming down to gather her hair in his hands so that he could properly watch how her pretty little mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing just the slightest when she gives an experimental suck, claude's eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure when she deliberately drags the tip of her tongue through the slit.

before he can push her head down lower, byleth's already popping her mouth off with a pleased smile on her face, and claude feels like he's dying because next she's dragging the underside of her tongue down the length of his shaft, her teeth just barely grazing along the vein that protruded there, causing the man underneath her to shiver in delight.

"you're killing me here, by." claude chuckled under his breath, but byleth ignored him, her mouth printing wet kisses along his throbbing cock as she pulled her coat off her body with her unoccupied hands. she glanced up at claude to get a nice look at his flushed expression when his hands fell from her hair, and her eyes squinted into that rare smile he loves as she straightened her back to remove her body armour. "i want you to cum in me tonight." she pouted all of a sudden, and it made claude sputter in amusement despite the woman was stripping off her shorts, tights, and whatever else she had on in his moment of distraction.

"i came inside you this morning, honey." claude laughed; helpless, as byleth pouted even more and moved back up to straddle his waist, her now bare body pressing deliciously against his. his smile was full of adoration as he wrapped his arms around her middle and kissed her lips when she leaned down, his head knocking back against the headboard when she bumps her nose against his chin. "but i want more." she grumbled, and reached a hand back to grasp the base of his cock, making claude jolt at the sudden contact.

claude kissed the crown of her head and let his eyes fall shut when byleth teased her fluttering entrace with the head of his cock, lazily slipping it in with ease, her walls lovingly clenching around him when she slowly pulls him out, "i like it when you fill me up with your cum," she whispered sweetly, a soft gasp and then a giggle following after when she rocks her hips back against claude's erection, her hand again guiding him into her entrance, "you can't tell me you don't like it too." and then she's pouting again, and seriously, claude could die right now, because byleth just pulled him out again.

"i love it." he confesses weakly, and he's trying so hard not to buck his hips because the girl's got her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and she could easily change plans if he decides to go against the current authority she has over him right now.

"then what's the problem?" she grinned prettily and finally, finally, rocked her hips back just enough while sliding his cock into her entrance once more, until he was pushed to the hilt. it was byleth's turn to have her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her tongue nearly rolled out at the pleasure of being stretched open once again, her hands scratching at claude's chest.

claude nearly choked when he felt byleth's warm, wet, walls enveloped him, and all that came out of his mouth was a guttural moan as his hands flew out to grasp his lover by the hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. "oh, byleth, do i love you." he groaned, byleth's raspy laugh filling his ears while she dragged her hips around in a circle before rolling back to try and take claude in deeper, and the man can only hold onto her for dear life as she starts a rhythm; and she's using him -- oh, sothis, is she using him.

"i am so in love with you." claude gasped out, the hot drag of her walls along his shaft nearly unbearable for him as the woman leaned down to spread kisses along his jaw. he could feel her smile against his skin as she's puffing out gasps and whimpers near his ear, her lips mouthing the words right back once claude takes the liberty and bucks his hips in a near violent manner, byleth letting out a high pitched moan when he hits a spot inside her that makes her see stars.

seeing her throw her head back, claude decided to change their positions because he wanted to, and with the adrenaline that ran through his veins, knocked byleth onto her back with his hips still pressed against her ass, his hands finding their place under the bend of her knees and spreading her legs apart, her thighs slightly pressing against her chest.

the man loved the way his dark skin contrasted with her pale body, and it positively sent him into overdrive, his hips resuming byleth's pace earlier as words of love and adoration fell from his lips, byleth's reaction to the attention mesmerizing as tears of pleasure are slipped from the corner of her eyes, her nose a cute shade of red.

"my baby," he cooed and propped her legs over one shoulder, using the free hand of his opposite shoulder to gently wrap around the base of byleth's neck as he leaned down to smother her pretty face with kisses, a heat slowly beginning to form in the pit of his stomach as he continued to split the girl apart with pleasure. "my sweet girl," he praised against her sweat slick skin, his thumb adding slight pressure to the column of her throat as he rested his forehead against byleth's, his wolfish grin wide when he connects his gaze with hers; loving how slightly cross eyed she went while her brows furrowed together, her mouth left hanging open as she lets out gasp after gasp in tandem with his erratic thrusts.

byleth was barely breathing properly, and she nearly swore to the skies at the change of angle when claude changed the position of her legs, his arm propped by the side of her head. with how rough his hips were moving against her, byleth's legs slipped off his shoulder and managed to fall into the crook of his elbow. her vision was getting bleary as tears leaked from her eyes, and the sight made claude groan.

"more." byleth begged helplessly, her body trembling underneath claude as he kissed away at the flood on her face, his lips soft and caring as they caressed her skin with fervent ardour.

her mouth fell open once more when claude pinned her down to his bed by her throat, his hips punching the air out of her with each thrust he sends through her body. she's whimpering and squeaking all over the place, and with one particular thrust that has the head of claude's cock press against her most sensitive spot, byleth's body is arching off the bed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in blaringly hot pleasure.

her orgasm pulses through her body when claude releases her throat, and she gasps in a heavy breath then, her walls still spasming around her lover's cock. she's lightheaded when her lungs fill with air again, but she's still trembling as she finds her fingers buried deep in claude's messy hair to anchor herself to something as she regains her breath, chest heaving.

claude's burying his face against the crook of her neck once he cums, his teeth sinking themselves into her pulse with a throaty growl as byleth kept milking him for all he's worth. she's whimpering out of sensitivity when he pokes his tongue out from his lips to lave at the last bite mark he leaves on her, and he gives one last thrust into her slick heat just to hear her gasp his name in a weak scolding voice, a private grin on his face as he does so.

"ah.." byleth's thighs squeezed together once claude slowly pulled out, her whine breathy.

claude leaned back on his calves with a stuttering breath while his hands found their place at the bend of her knees again, the sound of his chuckle shaky as he raked his eyes over the pretty display in front of him. "i think i'm in love." he said after a moments pause to catch their breaths, and when byleth lazily wiped away at her unshed tears to properly look at him, claude was obviously admiring the way his cum was dripping out of her entrance.

she flushed a deep red and flailed her legs to get the man to release her. "you pervert.." she laughed tiredly, but still watched in curiosity when claude started to scoot down the bed with a lazy glint in his eyes, once again letting her legs fall back onto her shoulders. the man's beard scratched at the sensitive skin of byleth's thighs when he kissed them, causing her to flinch at the jolt of electricity that drove up her spine. "stop that." she grumbled, her hands finding their home in claude's hair as he continued to bite his kisses into her milky flesh.

byleth started to feel her body sink deeper into the mattress as her eyelids fluttered shut, the gentle press of lips against skin relaxing her. but, she underestimated her lover's mischievousness, and again, her body twitched in surprise when claude flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, his hands around her thighs to prevent her from crushing his head.

"c-claude! you filthy -- ugh!" she tried to tug the man away from her sensitive heat by his hair, but claude simply refused, his chuckle pleased as he carefully dipped his tongue into her entrance to scoop out the cum that didn't leak out. byleth went slack against the bed, the warm, wet feeling of his tongue slightly fucking her forming a fuzzy feeling that even travelled through her fingertips. her hold on his hair was loosening as the lewd noises of claude's mouth sucking at her clit reached her ears, and she cried out, her eyes nearly rolling again.

the scratch of his beard sent a fiery heat through her body, and byleth could only call out claude's name through freshly shed tears, her whimpers a sweet symphony to his ears. he gave one more kiss to byleth's clit, which honoured him with another whine, before he tilted his head to the side to press his cheek to her thigh, a crooked smile playing at the corners of his lips, "you can give me one more, can't ya?" his almyran lilt made a small appearance and caught byleth's attention, but she only pouted.

"don't use that charm on me." she huffed, stretching her arms above her head while slightly arching her back. claude's eyes were elsewhere, and he licked his lips silently before meeting his gaze with byleth's once more. "i know you can go one more time, my sweet goddess." he cooed sacrilegiously, nudging his nose against her thigh, "shouldn't your most devout worshipper receive blessings?" he teased.

byleth's blush didn't seem to go away, so she covered her face with her arms, her whine again making an audible appearance.

"oh, my lovely byleth." claude grinned, his fingers tracing indecipherable shapes into her skin, his breath a warming sensation across her body, "your throne is waiting."

[tenderdorks]

Sugar

Notes: Howdy, folks! It’s me, @justapalspal / @ryoubandwagon, taking a crack at writing some tendershipping on a sideblog I’ve finally given purpose to just now.

And y’all know me, I live, breathe, and eat goofy tendershipping, so have some post-canon tenderdorks while I stretch my writing muscles! Bakura buys Ryou cookies, then pretends he didn’t.

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: Save for two vague innuendos and Bakura having a semi-sailor mouth, nothing that goes above a T rating.

Ao3 Link: Here!

Oh, gods, I hate sugar, Bakura grumbled, fourth cookie crammed in his mouth. He wasn’t going to touch frosting for a month. Two months. Four was enough of them, he figured; that would be convincing.

Everything in his mouth was too creamy, though; Bakura made it to their floor and grunted, when he wasn’t crushing his teeth together. His jaw burned. His cheekbones stung a little from the force of it, too. By the time he made it to the door he was almost ready to swallow the damp lump, and he paused a second to give himself enough time to do so and scrub crumbs off his face so it wouldn’t look bad. Or suspicious.

Okay. Cool, cool.

Bakura stuck the key in the lock and pushed the door in. “Hey, Ryou.”

No response.

“...Ryou?” Bakura called, louder.

“Huh?” Ryou’s voice was loud, airy. Sounded like he was in the craft room, too; probably working on miniatures again.

“I’m back,” Bakura called, shutting the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and pushed them into some semblance of order next to Ryou’s, just lying about. Messy, but hell, the rest of the place wasn’t any better.

He shrugged his jacket off—as much as he could, anyway, while keeping the box clutched to his chest. The jacket he threw on the couch. He stared at it. He stared at the walls, the unfolded laundry strewn about. He stood there.

“From work,” he said, blankly. Gods, he sounded like a damn fool.

A few clunking sounds, a door creaking, and Ryou poked his head out the hall, breathing just a bit hard from the rush. “Ah, right.” Holy shit, Bakura was going to die. Ryou was casual as hell and yet—his face? Rosie-red? His dark eyes glimmering a bit? His torso, all fluttering with life? 

“Some idiot left cookies at work and I thought you and your whole sweet tooth syndrome would devour these if I brought them home.” That idiot being Bakura and work being a euphemism for I bought them on the way home from work to give to you because I am a sap holy fuck.

He held out the box. Four were missing. It would totally look like Bakura just grabbed them from the break room, he was sure.

Ryou only cocked his head. Then, walking closer, he snorted. “Did you steal someone’s food?”

“No, it was—” Fuck. “They left it for people to take, so I took them.”

Ryou flashed a toothy grin at him. That didn’t stop him from reaching out to pop open the lid.

Bakura’s heart jittered a little, inside him. “Really.” Was that too firm? Too desperate?

“I know, I know, relax.” He held it in some, but not all, of his fingers. The cookie, that is. Ryou did. “It’s just usually when someone leaves food around it’s a ‘take one’ type of deal, not the whole thing.”

Fuck, fuck. “Ryou, five people work there, tops.”

“Take two, then.” Ryou didn’t even nibble; he went straight for cramming it into his mouth, and Bakura had no idea how he managed to make chewing with his mouth open look attracting. Or reaching for another when he hadn’t even finished that first one yet.

Take two, take two. Cocky little—

Bakura didn’t want to think too hard about the warmth twittering up in him. Twirling, and flowing, like warm smoke, seeping into his ribs. So he just watched Ryou, and in watching him, realized he had been watching Ryou far too long. Much too long to be a normal, in-passing look.

Eyes lit up, Ryou grinned at him, with that damn cookie partially obscuring his teeth. “I’m messing with you.”

Hell. “Yeah, sure.”

“Did you have an alright time at work, at least?” Ryou crunched some more, the sounds soft, and took the box out of Bakura’s numb grasp. “Tolerable, intolerable? Yay, nay?”

“It was something, I guess.” Stay cool, stay calm. Everything had gone good. It’d gone great. It was okay, Bakura, really, Bakura, why were his fingers and toes so fidgety, his head so seepingly bleh—

He clenched his hands and then his toes. Ryou hummed as he walked to the kitchen, and without thought, Bakura followed him. It was as natural as being, this mindless tug toward him. So when Ryou set the box down and opened the fridge, Bakura sat down in a chair, filtering the mechanical buzz of it out.

“Is it a good something?” Ryou didn’t turn from the fridge’s contents; his head did, though, skim and flick about, and Bakura really needed to stop watching him this much, fuck.

“Uh.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good something.” The milk carton, ah. Bakura should’ve expected that. He just didn’t expect the chocolate one to be the one Ryou wiggled by the handle, and pop open with that crispy crack—  

“I—oh! Fuck that noise, my legs are ripped from all the biking. You wanna see?” Bakura grinned so wide his face burned, and reached for his pant leg—pulling it up before smacking his leg on top of the table. “Look! Feel my calves, Ryou, they’re rock hard.” 

Ryou burst into snorty sounds. “Bakura.”

“Seriously! Feel my legs. I could crush a man’s head with my thighs.”

“What, and you have men’s heads there often enough that you’d need to?”

There was no way he’d heard that right. Bakura blinked blankly, still smiling. “Y—what?” 

Good gods, at this point, Bakura couldn’t tell if those doe eyes were Ryou playing clueless or messing with him. “What?”

“Uh.” Cup. Ryou had a cup in his hand now, he was coming toward the table, he had that—the milk—Bakura’s eyes darted to the cookie box and his brain jolted hard to connect straws together. Anything together. “You. Oh, hell, are you—”

“Am I what?” The chair made a small, skidding yell as Ryou dragged it back to plop into. His cheeks tugged up in a lopsided grin. Bakura groaned, shutting his eyes.

“You are. Why do I even…”

The milk glugged and popped and dribbled noisily as Ryou poured it. When Bakura opened his eyes again, Ryou had a brow cocked up at him. And a grin. Cocky—

“Yes?”

Bakura’s nostril twitched. “No.”

Ryou laughed, and it bubbled through his chest. “What, Bakura?”

“Oh, you know what. You’re disgusting. You’re mixing chocolate milk with frosting?” 

“Yeah?” Ryou dunked that half-eaten cookie into it, not even blinking. “And? Coward.”

Bakura scoffed. He scoffed loud, hard, enough to send his nose high and his head shaking, but it flittered into a quiet giggle, a smothered grin. Grunting, Bakura rubbed his fingers along his brow, down his eyelids. “You’re an absolute monster,” he muttered. “Gods.” 

“You’re telling me this is worse than pepperoni pizza and chocolate chip ice cream.”

“I’m saying I get you sweets and you wreck them beyond any recognition.” And—okay, Bakura couldn’t help it. He giggled, and snickered, skin tingling so warm that it blazed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Ryou kicked him from under the table. “You eat raw garlic. What the hell’s the matter with you?”

“We’ll see when I don’t have tapeworms and you do.” Bakura kicked him back. Then he leaned far over, hunching on his elbows and arms. “You wanna try garlic, if you’re going to be nasty about food?” 

Ryou jerked back like he’d been physically startled. “What? No. You are not making me eat that again.”

“It’s good.” Bakura licked his own teeth, very slowly. Very deliberately. “Zingy.”

“You look like a buffoon.” Ryou pushed his head away hard, and Bakura snorted. Maybe cackled a little. Fell back in his seat, even, giddy, as Ryou gave him a deadpan look and said, “Your tongue’s supposed to stay in your mouth.” 

Bakura stuck it out at him.

“Imbecile,” Ryou muttered, dunking his cookie again.

And without a single ounce of filter Bakura tipped his own chin up and grinned and said, “If you want it to stay there so badly maybe you should make it stay, nedjeb nefer.”

”I’m...” Ryou’s eyelashes fluttered fast from how many times he blankly blinked. “I’m not sticking my hand in your mouth, what?”

Hand. Bakura snorted, lightly, out his nose. “You’re not?”

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes?!” Ryou’s torso jerked a moment, before sputtered, half-muffled sounds spewed out. Laughter. What a fucking dork.

“You’re really sure.”

“Yes I am really sure.”

“‘Cause you can kiss me anytime you want, I’m not gonna bite.”

“What?” 

“What?” Oh holy—well alright then. For a second, Bakura lost the ability to feel. Then everything throbbed at once, shooting into a nauseating spike that made him want to get up and jig and shake his fingers and feet out until they undeniably hurt.

And all Ryou could focus on was that dang word. “Did you just say—?” 

“Stuff your hand in my mouth? Yes, I did.” Put it right next to Bakura’s whole-ass foot, gods be—

“You said I can kiss you anytime I want.” Was Ryou red? Was that a flush on his face going down his neck or was Bakura hallucinating from the lightheadedness? “You did, I heard you—”

“No shit, really? How’d you get that from ‘stuff your hand in my mouth please, Ryou, just smash your fist into my esophagus?’” 

Leaning in on his elbows, Ryou squinted and said, “Do you want me to kiss you?” 

Yes?! “Pff—ha! Ha!” Bakura contorted into some sort of human spring, legs going one way and torso the next. “No? Why would—it’s a joke, holy crap, people joke about stuff all the ti—”

“Because here I was,” Ryou said, head cocked now to one side, “about to give you want you want and smooch you, maybe. You know. If you wanted.”

Bakura had to choke down a squeak; it sounded like some odd, aborted burp. And then he went very very quiet. 

What was—what was happening? 

“And I finally looked up nedjeb online,” Ryou went on, swirling cookie in chocolate milk concoction like a tea party guest might stir a spoon. “Have you really been calling me ‘sweetie’ this whole time and expecting me to think it was an insult?” 

Dry, thickening throat. Bakura had to swallow the gunk away to speak. “Uh.”

“‘Cause I thought you were calling me pretty boy or something at first, but.” Ryou shrugged, eyes rolling upward, head making a few idle movements. He nibbled on his cookie thoughtfully. “Eh? That’s a bit sweeter, I guess.”

“I—uh—r… right.” Right. Some of the tightness was his spine locking up, Bakura realized. Ah, that was it. He sunk down in a vain attempt to relax it. Then he just plopped onto his arm, leaning all his weight on it. Buzzing fingers started tapping. 

And kept tapping.

Tap tap, tap tap.

All he could hear was Ryou’s chewing.

“Maybe a peck on the cheek,” Ryou mumbled, sounding aimless. “Take this nice and slow.”

“They got nedjeb up online?” Bakura didn’t usually squeak, but this one was a bit hoarse, so it didn’t count. At all. He winced and sunk lower anyway. 

Ryou puffed a laugh out his nose. “One of the few words from Ancient Egyptian they got up that’s easy to find, yeah.”

“Fuck.” Bakura dug his face down into his arm, then the table. End him. End him now. He felt too exposed, like eyes bored into his back, like every ounce of his skin had attention on it and he was a tingling display— 

“It’s a cute word, now that I know what it means, not gonna lie.”

Bakura breathed deeply, noisily, in through his nose. Okay. Okay. He rocked a bit, trying to psych himself up, because come on, holy crap, he could deal with this, what was even happening though he could deal with this—

He shot his head up, blinking the imprint of lights from his eyes. His vision wasn’t blurry, per se, but he could definitely feel his ability to process it wither.

“Are those—any good?” Bakura flapped a hand at the box. Good, yes. Carry on like nothing happened.

Something about it made Ryou’s brows furrow. “These?” He turned his head to eye them. One side of his mouth tugged up. “Would I be eating them if they weren’t?”

“You eat shit combinations and then have the gall to say you can cook.” The itchiness spread up Bakura’s neck. Behind his ears, tingling, buzzing. He scratched at it hard, digging his nails into his roots. “But. You like them.”

“Yeah?” Ryou punctuated this by reaching over for the whole box.

“Cool. Cool, good, right. Yeah.” What the hell. All this nodding was going to snap Bakura’s neck in two, he was sure.

“Thank you, I don’t think I said that.”

“No problem.” Bakura rocked his chest a bit with the nodding, now.

Ryou laughed a bit, definitely awkward; not meeting Bakura’s eye; turning his head one way, then back the other while putting his mouth into his palm. His arm balanced him just barely on the table. “No, really. That was really nice of you to think of me, when you saw the—”

“Eat the goddamn cookies,” Bakura wheezed. 

Ryou scoffed. It stayed muffled in his palm. “Well alright, sourpuss.” 

And then they… sat like that. Nothing special. Perhaps too much nothing special, even with the hum of the air conditioning blaring, and the faint chatter in the background from other apartment goers drowned out by the walls and halls. 

Eventually, Bakura’s foot started running a mile under the table, bouncing so hard his ankle burned.

“Bakura, do you like me?” Ryou asked, out of absolutely nowhere, except only a little not, and Bakura couldn’t even fathom how to respond anymore. “Because I’m absolutely oblivious, most of the time. I used to think crushes mean basically stalking because of my high school fanclub, and I don’t always pick up on the cues—” 

“Holy crap, what do you think I mean by getting you sweets when I hate them but you don’t? Gah!” Bakura scrunched his face up. His eyes crushed shut.

“Oh! Good.” Through the numb pounding in his chest, Bakura cracked a slow eye open. Ryou smiled at him, lips closed, mouth full, crumbs on his cheek. “I think I like you too. You’re fun to be around now.”

Oh. Oh, well okay. Bakura eased up the rest of the way, but a layer of tension kept him stiff.

“Especially with how funny you are when I tease you.” Ryou leaned over to pinch his cheek and gave it a good tug. All Bakura felt was the soft stinging yank at his gums and cheekbones, and Ryou jiggling it again, again, and Bakura stared—well, gawked—the whole time, because Ryou’d just said— 

“Ahh yuu—fuhk, leggo!” Bakura scrunched up as much of his face as he could then, which was just his nose really, and shook him off. 

And Ryou just giggled, low and bright and giddy. “Awww, but your cheeks are so cute!”

“Are you serious? I’m going to—fuck!” Bakura stomped once, twice, three times with all his weight and both feet, before throwing his head up and back. “Aaaaaah!”

“Neighbors, Bakura.” Now Ryou spoke in faux-whispers. Cheeky ones. He smirked, lopsided and just as goofy as any time he did. “And save that for later.” 

He was one hundred percent messing with Bakura. Those doe eyes were a farce and Bakura balked at him anyway, body burning, face tingling, the skin of his nose buzzing—and damn it all to hell, he reached over and yanked Ryou in by the shirt so he could get a kiss for himself.

Ryou’s mouth was soft; his hands warm, and getting warmer from how they started patting frantically at Bakura, before settling down steadily on his chest. Ryou kept laughing out his nose and puffing air on Bakura’s face. Fucking hell, Bakura thought, leaning into that smile. I can do sugar, if Ryou’s the one tasting like that.

“Did you—” Ryou muttered, not even breaking away. Fucker just talked right on his mouth. “Did you eat some of these? You taste like them—”

“Please just kiss me, oh gods.” It was wonderful, how Ryou’s laughter filled his mouth and ears.

-

[verritytorres]

calron fake dating au - unfinished outline

THROUGHOUT ONE MONTH (OCTOBER 2017)

·      still not fully clear on why they fake date but we getting there

o   call announces it for shits n giggles at a party on Thursday night (drunk? to celia the gossip queen?) then morning after everyone’s like “oh congrats on finally dating aaron btw!” “what”

o   aaron’s pissed at first cause that’s actually a shitty thing to do also he’s been pining for going on two years now do u have any idea what this does to his Heart

o   that is, until something happens that convinces him

§  some bully fuckers in the locker room after soccer practice like “who we gonna get today, chad?” “well everyone in here is off limits so--” aaron chimes in “what do you mean… off limits” “look youre a respectable guy so we treat you right, always have. teammates honor and all that. so we get at other people instead” (cue Dark Aaron) “and who are these other people” “that scrawny guy hunt for example” “oh, you mean call hunt my boyfriend?” “your…what?” “you heard me. if you fuck with him, you and I might have a problem. and nobody wants that.”

§  later, aaron texts call “I’m in.”

§  “sweet. what changed ur mind?” “That’s not important.”

·      the only person that knows is tamara bc helou its tamara they don’t keep secrets from each other

o   STUDY SESSION AT THE GABLES FRIDAY AFTERNOON (they all in the same regular algebra class cause theyre gay and therefore not great at math):

§  t: yo btw have you guys dealt with the whole “youre dating” rumor? if anyones been giving you a hard time tell me so I can eliminate them off the face of the earth

§  c: actually, aaron and I are just gonna roll with it

§  t: wait. youre actually gonna date?

§  c: NO no no no we’re gonna fake date. scam the fuck outta the school also it’s a bit too awkward to go back on it now for me so

§  t: (turns and gives aaron a Look cause she knows this fuckers been pining forever) are YOU on board with this?

§  a: (busies himself with his hw to hide his blush) yeahsurewhynot

§  t: (looks up and shakes her head) this is gonna end badly, calling it now

o   t: math is acephobic. im asexual and its inconveniencing me

·      Saturday! aaron goes over to the hunt household to hang out like he usually does

o   alastair loves him

o   alastair: so when did this happen?

o   call, who is sitting knee-to-knee w aaron on the couch like he always does: when did what happen

o   alastair: (gives him a Look) the watsons came in this morning. Brenda told me the news, im just surprised you didn’t tell me

o   call:…..what news…….

o   alastair: you two are dating, right? which im totally fine with btw, i had a boyfriend back then too, and im really happy for you, youre both mature enough that I don’t have to give the whole speech—

o   call and aaron are looking at each other in Horror

o   call: OKAY THANKS DAD WE’RE GONNA WALK HAVOC NOW BYE (nyooms outta the house with aaron and havoc in tow)

o   out in the park

§  c: so I guess we gotta find out how to sell this whole (gestures between himself and aaron) thing

§  a: (snorts) thing?

§  c: yeah thing. if my hermit dad knows, then we can assume just about everyone in town knows too. which is not the idealest

§  a: why’s that?

§  c: cause then we gotta act all coupley to everyone or else they’ll be like “wait a minute…are they really dating??”

§  a: well, not with everyone. tamara knows

§  c: yeah, that’s one person in a whole townful of people

§  a: we spend the majority of our time with tamara though

§  c:….point. we still gotta sell it to everyone else

§  a: it cant be that hard, just hold hands a little here, drop some compliments there

§  in reality aaron doesn’t wanna do Big Couple Things or else he might literally spontaneously combust. its possible, hes read abt it

§  c: oh come on, no one gonna buy that. we gotta pull out all the stops

§  a: (cursing silently) like?

§  c: hugs. general lack of personal space. kiss on the cheek, maybe. pet names.

§  a: (calming his crazy heart) oh. I see.

§  c: as long as youre alright with it, of course! I don’t wanna do some creeper shit and like accidentally assault you

§  a: nonono I get it im alright with it. (pause) we should uh..have some signal, though

§  c: signal?

§  a: in case one of us goes too far or something. nothing too obvious, but just obvious for us to notice

§  c: hm. ok, how bout asshole?

§  a: (bursts out laughing) asshole????

§  c: (grinning) yeah, asshole. I never call you an asshole, you never call me an asshole. so if you say “youre a bit clingy there, asshole” I know I should back off

§  a: that- that hardly sounds affectionate

§  c: well duh you gotta say it in an affectionate way. like this (sticky sweet voice, batting eyelashes) “asshole”

§  a: (still laughing) okay. asshole it is.

§  theyre both quiet ntil aaron speaks up. “I do have one request”

§  “which is?”

§  “this is gonna sound weird, please don’t ask but…don’t kiss me. not unless I tell you to.”

§  call looks at him like ??? then says “sure, man. nix on smooches. you wish you had a taste of these bad boys, though.”

§  aaron turns away bc hes a blushy boi. “youre making it weird.”

·      Monday rolls in

o   call is in Zombie Mode making himself coffee on his antique expensive coffee machine (the best Christmas gift ever thanks alastair)

o   alastair, making pancakes: shouldn’t you bring an extra to school today?

o   sleepy call, pouring himself a solid triple shot of espresso: whaddya mean

o   alastair: if youre gonna be dating aaron, you gotta treat him right. bring out the big guns, you know

o   call, suddenly wide awake: what????

o   alastair: I will not have that boy deprived of real boyfriend privileges

o   so call leaves his house with two coffee cups

o   he walks over to where he knows aaron is at the time (music room, playing piano)

o   before he heads in he looks inside and just. stares at aaron playing the piano. gay descriptions galore

o   aaron hits a wrong key and swears

o   c: well that’s a big word

o   a: (practically jumps out of his seat, swearing again)

o   c: and that’s an even bigger one

o   a: oh, its you. good morning, call

o   c: morning, snookums

o   a: (smiling tentatively) snookums? is that really the best you can do

o   c: that’s just scratching the surface, and also its Monday morning so im not at my peak. anyway i brought you coffee

o   a: thanks. already “pulling out all the stops” I see

o   c: I plan to be an especially doting boyfriend (glances at the door, sees a few people staring at them) I..gotta get to my locker (kisses his cheek, aaron goes rigid, call whispers at his ear) we got an audience. see you at lunch

o   aaron sits there for a while after call leaves staring at the ceiling and asking himself why

·      lunch in the magisterium high caf

o   jasper: I JUST—I STILL DON’T GET IT

o   aaron, biting calmly at his sandwich: what don’t you get

o   jasper: there are at LEAST a dozen guys in this school ready and willing to go out with you and you go with CALL

o   call, resting his head on Aarons shoulder, much to Aarons chagrin: its ok dude you can just say youre jealous

o   jasper: YEAH A LITTLE. Aarons like…the best catch out here. the golden boyfriend. the guy that would tell your parents “yes sir ill have him back by nine thirty sharp :)”

o   aaron: I wouldn’t say that to alastair

o   call: yeah you would (turning back to jasper) who are these dozen guys? I gotta know whos planning to fight me so I can know their weaknesses beforehand

o   jasper: kai hale, for one

o   aaron: hmm. he is kinda cute

o   call: HEY

o   jasper: definitely cuter than hunt

o   aaron: is there something particularly wrong with call?

o   jasper: OPEN YOUR EYES HES A TRASH MAN

o   call: takes one to know one

o   aaron, shrugging and finishing his sandwich: maybe I like trash men

o   call laughing his ass off, jasper groaning: youre killing me, stewart. youre literally causing my cells to stop functioning

·      study hall w aaron and tamara

o   t: (has been frowning at him for the past 10 mins)

o   a: okay you clearly want to talk about something so out with it

o   t: are you sure about this thing with call?

o   a: what, the dating thing?

o   t: the fake dating thing

o   a: right. its fake. yeah im fine

o   t: we both know that’s a lie, aaron. we don’t lie to each other

o   a: (sardonically) yeah well. ive been lying to him since we were freshmen

o   t: having a crush isn’t lying, per se, but that’s besides the point. im worried about you, man. I don’t want call to hurt you accidentally, and then consequently be hurt himself by not knowing how he hurt you, cause then ILL be hurt by best friend collateral drama

o   a: I get it, tamara

o   t: then I reiterate: are you sure about this?

o   big internal monologue

o   a: yeah. im sure.

·      INSERT SLOW BURN

·      CARNIVAL

o   it’s the fall festival since its October theres pumpkins everywhere and haunted houses and candied apples and hay bales and rides and its lit

o   the iron trio+jasper go always

o   theyre walking around, aaron looking at the decorations, tamara call and jasper arguing abt which haunted house to visit first

o   c: the mansion is the obvious choice just sayin

o   j: but theres a haunted hospital ffs

o   c: ive been in enough hospitals to know for a fact that they are all haunted so that doesn’t excite me as much as a MANSION

o   t: how bout…we happy medium at…the graveyard one

o   a: how bout we don’t go to any of those and just go to the roller coasters instead

o   t: aaron, I love you, but youre a weenie sometimes. you can wait outside if you don’t wanna go

o   a: im not leaving you guys alone! (catches calls eye, glances at jasper, call nods a lil, aaron drapes his arm round calls shoulders) who am I to let my boyfriend into that scary place alone?

o   c: (smiling and rolling his eyes) its not that scary, but I appreciate the offer, sugar

o   aaron? oh yes he is dead

o   j: (GAG) youre going to give me diabetes with all these sweets

o   t: (mischievous smile) I dunno, jasper. ever since they started dating they’ve been acting kinda the same as always

o   aaron Tenses, call raises an eyebrow at him then turns to tamara

o   c: what were you expecting, rajavi? showers of pda everywhere?

o   t: oh come on, if any one of us is going to be That Couple its you two.

o   a: LOOK THERES CARAMEL APPLES OVER THERE (nyoom)

o   turns out the haunted whatevers are not open yet, they open at nightfall, so they head to the roller coasters

o   surprise surprise call hates roller coasters

o   “if I die I want you all to know that you are not written into my will therefore I owe you nothing”

o   hes clinging to aaron the whole ride and aaron is like if theres a god up above…….

o   then they reach the hay bales and jaspers like “im gonna head over to the bumper boats w tamara you guys can wait here or do whatever I guess”

o   “we’re just fine going with you guys??”

o   jasper looks at call weirdly and says “um, no youre not. you lovebirds need some alone time. get your 10 things I hate about you on in these haystacks.”

o   they get redder than the ripest tomatoes

o   t: UHHH HES RIGHT BYE GUYS (N Y O O M)

o   they just stand there awkwardly for a while when call says “wanna head over to the carnival games” “please”

o   they walk over to the game area in a kinda uncomf silence until aaron breaks it

o   “what did jasper mean by 10 things I hate about you?”

o   call stares at him “are you serious right now”

o   aaron looks at him meaningfully

o   “oh my god. oh my god. have you never watched 10 things???”

o   “no?”

o   “oh my god. dude. its just like star wars all over again. we’re watching it, no excuses.”

o   aaron smiles at him “okay. whats it about?”

o   “well if I tell you that ruins the whole goddamn surprise, doesn’t it, pumpkin?”

o   he laughs. “it does, doesn’t it.”

o   they get to the carnival game: the hammer game. the biggest prize is a huge stuffed monkey

o   aaron turns to call grinning and calls like “you do know this game’s rigged right. theres no way you can win.”

o   but of course. aaron wins.

o   call is just gaping at him and whispers “you fucking beefcake you.”

o   aaron says “here’s your prize, boyfriend” and fucking winks

o   is call dying? we don’t know this aint his pov

o   c: it looks like you

o   a: thanks

o   call suddenly looks behind aaron with wide eyes and grabs Aarons hand so Aarons brain goes like WHAT…..

o   “heads up,” call whispers, “group of classmates at eight o clock”

o   AY ILL KEEP WRITING LATER GOTTA ACTUALLY START OR ELSE I NEVER WILL

·      call and tamara have always attended every one of aaron’s soccer games, but for some reason this one felt different

o   theyre cheering frm the side with their banners as always (banners say STEWART FOR SOCCER GOD and LUCKY NUMBER 8 and most recently THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!! maybe that last one makes this different)

o   its also rainy as heck the banners had to be laminated this time (do not underestimate being friends w a rich kid)

o   they both in they raincoats while Aarons in full soccer gear in the RAIN rifp

o   but the team is falling behind so theyre like FUK OUR CHEERING ISNT WORKING WHAT WE DO

o   at halftime

§  t: lets get the fuck down there we gotta give him a pep talk

§  c: what r we gonna say

§  t: HELL IF I KNOW LETS JUST DO IT

§  so they head down to where aaron is sitting, drinking from his water bottle

§  c: cant you just tilt your head back and stick your tongue out in this weather

§  t: shut up. aaron we are here to peptalk you. (INSERT PEPTALK IDK HOW TO PEP)

§  exit tamara

§  a: (wince) we’re that bad today, are we

§  c: yeah youre kinda sucking

§  a: well that’s not the supportive boyfriend comment I expected

§  c: doting. I said I was going to be doting, not supportive. and definitely not a liar

§  a: whatever. tamara’s pep talk helped, so I guess ill get my head in the game

§  coach rockmaple blows his whistle for the team huddle. aaron salutes call with two fingers before standing up to go and then call blurts “ice cream. on me. if you win the game, that is.”

§  aaron stares at him and then smiles. “you’re on.”

§  TEAM MAKES A HUGE COMEBACK AND WINS THE GAME!!!

§  everyones celebrating and grinning and cheering and call catches aarons eye and theyre smiling, smiling, smiling, and suddenly call finds himself right in front of aaron and aaron is cupping his face and its raining and it sounds like something out of a movie and his face is so close and aaron’s freckles are covered in droplets and so are his lashes and call never really thought about it but if he leaned in, tilted his head just a bit, they would be kissing, and call could pass it off as having an audience—

§  aaron pulls call’s face towards him and kisses his forehead, leaning his head to call’s ear to say “you owe me an ice cream.”

§  and call’s heart all but leaps from his body, he feels lightheaded, and aaron looks fucking beautiful like this, his eyes alight with triumph and joy and something else

§  he doesn’t think till he gets home that wanting to kiss aaron for real wasn’t part of the plan.

·      they first kiss at a party cause everyones like KISS KISS KISS so call (lightly drunk) cups Aarons cheek and leans in. aaron.exe has crashed is not working holy fuck this is the best thing ever and all those gay ass descriptors. everyone cheers in the bg

o   call is dronk, aaron is driving him home, call is being supper chattery and super flirty (think: drunk Laurent)

o   alastair is sleeping so aaron has to make sure call is quiet when going to his room

o   a: (a lil breathless cause hes basically carrying call) be quiet, your dad is sleeping right there

o   c: (winking with both eyes) what do I get in returnnnnn

o   a: oh my god

o   aaron finally gets him to his bed, drapes him on it and tucks him in, hes about to lean away when call grabs his shirt collar to keep him there

o   “aren’t you gonna give your fake boyfriend a proper goodnight?”

o   AARON.EXE HAS CRASHED HE IS DEAD HE IS GONE GOODBYE

o   “youre drunk. i—we can’t—youre not yourself right now. goodnight.”

o   “mm. alright. you owe me a kiss, though.”

o   aaron huffs. he cant breathe right. and just because its 3 am and hes feeling reckless after kissing him tonight and call’s just about asleep and he probably wont remember this in the morning, he whispers, “sure.”

·      THE BREAK

o   Aarons leaning on his kitchen counter, trying to look casual but ultimately failing. call has a sneaking suspicion as to why hes acting this weird but by god he will not say it. its too embarrassing on its own.

o   “so.” aaron says. “you kissed me last night.”

o   fuck. dammit. “did i?”

o   “yeah, in the middle of the party. everyone was watching.”

o   call spots himself a loophole and hell if he doesn’t take it. “sweet. looks like drunk me was up for a show.”

o   “what do you mean?”

o   “well, it was a full party. this whole thing is build on other people believing we’re together

o   “’sides. it’s all just fake anyway.”

o   aaron stops, his hands fists. “right,” he croaks. “its all fake.”

o   “dude…you okay?”

o   “yeah. yeah im fine.”

o   “don’t lie to me aaron, i can see youre upset. spit it out.”

o   aaron takes a deep breath and quickly says “is it really all fake?”

o   call freezes. his mind replays last week’s game, and the subsequent breakdown he had because he likes aaron. and fuck. fuck. he swore he was being quiet about it.

o   “yeah,” he says after a while, forcing the words out. “it was always fake, that’s the idea.”

o   “lately, it hasn’t felt fake.”

o   call’s stomach drops. “if you ever needed to stop you could’ve just said—“

o   Aarons eyes are closed. “last night didn’t feel fake.”

o   because it wasn’t, because im a shitty human who fell for you and since I did this has all been horrible self indulgence, because I like you and you don’t like me.

o   “well it was, so I don’t know why youre making such a big deal out of it.”

o   call hates the things that come out of his mouth.

o   something in aaron seems to catch fire, his eyes fly open and he’s angry, call has barely ever seen him angry at him. “it’s a big deal for me, you kissed me”

o   “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to!”

o   “then if you didn’t mean to, why did you!”

o   calls head is spinning, he doesn’t know what hes doing at this point. “I was drunk, aaron, people fuck up when theyre drunk”

o   “I told you not to kiss me, but you went and did it anyway, do you have any idea how that felt—“

o   “I don’t, aaron, because I don’t feel the things you feel!”

o   aaron freezes completely, his eyes wide

o   “right. I forgot. sorry. right.”

o   theyre quiet, and call knows he fucked up. he doesn’t know exactly how, but he knows.

o   “I…I gotta go. bye.”

o   aaron slams the door behind him, call hears the car door slam and aaron driving away before he manages to whisper “wait”

o   but its too late. hes alone.

o   well, not alone. havoc noses his waist and looks up at him with huge, worried eyes.

o   “come on, boy. lets go for a walk.”

o   he ends up at the park—the same park he first discussed the thing with aaron. he sits down under a tree and rests his head on his knees, havoc cuddling up to him.

o   he kind of drifts off, loses track of time. his mind is kinda blank right now. he knows that’s probably a shitty coping mechanism but what the fuck can you do.

o   he doesn’t want to do anything right now. he doesn’t want to deal with anything or anyone right now.

o   he doesn’t want to feel anything, because feeling is what got him into this mess in the first place.

o   he’s so wrapped up in his personal void that he doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him until he hears jasper say “you look miserable.”

o   call doesn’t look up. “fuck off, jasper.”

o   he does not fuck off. instead call hears leaves crunching  as jasper sits down next to him.

o   “he’s at tamara’s. been there for the past hour.”

o   “didn’t ask.”

o   “but you wanted to know.” calls quiet at this.

[thedoodlezoo]

When You Get Hit On HCs (DEH x Reader)

Connor:

-Lowkey pissed. Actually, highkey. He flips his shit.

- “Can I help you?”

- Connor was positive that you date him out of pity, and would much rather be going out with a dumb jock.

-He moped until you managed to convince him otherwise

-At first, he’s all offensive and angry, but as the relationship progresses, he finds a better alternative

-When anyone even thinks about approaching you, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and kiss your neck, or gives you a rough smooch. He wants people to know who you’re taken by.

-“Hey, man. Do you like my boots? How do you think they’d look kicking your ass?”

-Once, a jock smacked your ass, and after pummeling him, he bought you a dozen roses that fell out of your locker the next day.

-Sometimes he’ll just say he loves you really loud as you walk down the halls

-Connor left hickeys where he knew people would see them. He wasn’t messing around

-Loves the idea that only he can do what he does for you

Jared:

-Jealous asf.

-He’ll see a guy talking to you, and he swAGGERS OVER like

-“That better have been a drug deal I just witnessed I swear to God”

-Definitely hacks a nerd’s Wizard 101 account after they talked to you

-“Yeah, I get it, but I just don’t see why he had to get chem notes from you specifically. He could have chosen anyone in the class!”

-Generally dramatic but is fully aware of it and shows zero signs of stopping

-“Did [name] invite you to their barbeque? No? Then why the fuck are you all up in their grill?”

-Jared just wants you to himself and wants to love you a lot because he feels like the luckiest guy ever

-Definitely the type of guy that would get you jewelry with his initials

-Wants to reassure you that he’ll fight for you

Evan:

-Not very assertive

-Will kinda tug on your shirt or something if you’re talking to another guy, like when you wanna leave a family party early and need to convince your mom.

-He starts being more public about your relationship.

-Like, he’ll start posting more pics with you on social media, or kissing you before you part ways for class.

-Also LOTS OF BIG HUGS

-Often gets Connor or Jared to scare/fend off people that hit on you because he’s too nervy to do it himself

-Won’t get angry when people hit on you, but rather, is all giddy

-It’s bc he knows that out of all those dudes, you chose him, and that just makes him all the more grateful for you

-You hate when dudes hit on you, and Evan always uses it as a chance to shower you with admiration.

-“I mean, you are the cutest, smartest, most beautiful being in the entire multiverse”

Zoe:

-A lot like Connor, she’ll be grumpy when someone hits on you.

-She’s a lot better with recognizing a flirt vs a friend, though

-She also tends to figure out when they’re flirting vs being nice, and is almost always right

-Very cuddly in public, and isn’t afraid to hANG on you when you’re chillin

-Very polite but sassy when someone tries to get with you

-“Hi, um, excuse me? They’re with me,” and she just kinda bats her eyelashes

-Nonchalant hand holding. Everywhere.

-Gets you two matching bracelets bc cute shit

-If a really pushy boy keeps trying to get with you, she’ll come up to you and be like, “Oh, hi babe!”

-And she’ll just be v gay with you until they leave

Alana:

-Very busy, so she isn’t usually around when you’re hit on

-Even so, if you bring it up, she’ll ask you about the details constantly

-When you insist it isn’t a big deal, she insists that you at least give her a name. You usually don’t hear from that person after that.

- Takes pride in all of her titles, but she’d take being your girl over being president of any club

- Like even tho she isn’t huge on PDA she loves you more than anyone in the galaxy and wants to scream it from the rooftops

- “What do you need from [name]? I bet I could get someone who can help you” *death glare*

-She is so ready to fight at all times, but rarely shows it

-Asking your permission first, writes her name on your bag with little stars and hearts

- “Now everyone will know better than to try and get with my love”