I'm bored at work and have too much schoolwork to do, so have some domestic relationship serotonin cuz I need to cope.
John, who is still learning how to be a romantic partner and show care in his own way looking like:
Waking you up with gentle touches first thing in the morning. If you have the same schedule, he'll wake you a few minutes early just to lay in bed with you a few minutes longer.
Brief brushes of fingers or wrists if you pass one another in the hall. Subtle enough, no one would question it.
If your schedules differ in the AM, he'll leave a cup of coffee on a mug warmer for you. He's learned how you like your coffee, nothing grandeous, but he knows it will make you smile.
If your schedules differ in the afternoon or PM, he'll find small workarounds to see you. Whether that's finishing weapons maintenance a little later, lingering just a minute or two by the mess hall, or detouring to briefly pass your work station.
If you work late nights, oftentimes you'll find a snack, whether it's your favorite chips, a protein bar, or sometimes coveted fresh fruit from the mess kitchens. A small sticker or sticky note attached with a smiley face drawn onto it.
If he's deployed and able, he'll send encrypted messages. Wishing you a good morning, sending small updates when able.
After mission debrief, he always finds you. If you're asleep, he quietly slips into bed beside you. Wrapping his arms around your waist with your back against his chest, his nose pressing against your hair to breathe you in until he falls asleep.
(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)
Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean
Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe
Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay
Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden
Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)
Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)
Here and here are websites where you can play with sand
Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods
Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails
Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis
Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)
Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites
Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)
Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3
Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm
Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests
gif not mine!
Warning for mention of body organs. (Non graphic)
“.......”
Sigh
“Anyone else bored?”
“Extremely.”
Fred and Kelly glanced around Dove’s living room, the Spartan’s eyes creating shapes out of the ceiling pattern.
“There’s plenty to do if you’re open to it,” Linda remarked from the kitchen, staring at the ingredients in front of her as if they were parts to a weapon of mass destruction.
“I’m pretty sure Dove would come back to a pile of ash if Kelly went in there.”
“Oh, like you could do better? You ONLY know how to make piecrust to feed your freakish obsession with apple pie.”
“Which you’ve HAPPILY eaten, several times—
“Now, now…”
*Dove’s voice carried softly across the room as she and John walked through the front door. Dove’s cheeks sporting a very light blush as John took her scarf. The slight chill of autumn followed them before John closed the door behind him.*
“Welcome back, lovebirds.” Kelly greeted.
“Was the apple cinnamon latte any good?” Fred questioned, the smell of spices reaching his nose. “Smells like a candle.”
John nodded, setting down the small bag of apples he and Dove had picked up on their walk home. “Wasn’t too bad. A bit strong cinnamon-wise.”
“I thought the caramel apple latte was better, but the doughnuts were absolutely worth the stomach ache I KNOW I’m going to have later,” Dove added, shucking off her coat that John then snatched to neatly hang up. Dove squawking in light protest as she turned to grasp at his earmuffs in retaliation.
“You should just get married and put us out of our collective misery.” Fred joked good-naturedly, hiding a snicker as Dove made a flustered noise and John shot him a half-hearted glare.
“What are you all doing here, anyway?” John questioned after he’d removed his coat. Kelly huffed in response.
“Forced shore leave, command must’ve had a realization that after… twenty or so years, we should be afforded some time off.”
Dove’s eyes brightened, coupled with a growing smile as she poked her head out from the kitchen, “Really??! That’s great!”
“It’s torture.”
“A bit dramatic, Kels.” John joked wryly, earning a crumpled piece of paper tossed his direction.
“I can only have so much nothing happening at once, Chief…. They're giving us two weeks… two. I’m going to end up committing a felony or eat all of Dove’s ice cream.”
“And that’s why I always keep it well stocked.” Dove chimed in.
“Fred was in charge of finding us something to do, but so far all he’s listed is to go through Dove’s movies and pick a few.”
“I’m trying my best, I’m used to organizing reports, not vacation itineraries.”
John crossed his arms, leaning against one of the counter supports, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Dove walking over to Fred to survey the list he was slowly working on.
“Oh, there are some good ones on here.” Dove praised. “Water parks are always fun, depending on how much leeway you guys have, maybe you could take a trip to your earth and do some sightseeing!”
“I think I’d rather watch those…. Dinosaur movies.” Kelly protested, Dove chuckling softly as she watched the female Spartan.
“I think it would be cool to see what Earth is like six hundred years from now. I wonder if floating buildings are a thing yet.”
Fred paused for a moment. He, Kelly, and Linda all making eye contact with one another before a twinkle appeared in his eye.
“That settles that then.” He nodded, looking up at Dove with a grateful smile. “Thanks, Dove.”
“Huh??”
~~~~~~
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Fred.” John lightly protested, adjusting the civvie outfit he’d been given. Fred shook his head lightly.
“Why not? It’s just a bit of sightseeing.”
“And what if someone asks her for ID? She’s not from… here.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need an ID to go to a museum,” Fred assured, glancing at Dove, who was already looking at the towering, multi-layered city with wide eyes.
“Holy HELL, this reminds me of Star Wars…. LOOK at this!” Dove quietly exclaimed, taking in the sight of traffic passing overhead in what looked like perfectly synchronized aerial patterns. The streets were filled with civilians going about their daily lives, from businessmen to street vendors. It looked like something out of a sci-fi fantasy.
“I feel like I’m in some sort of fever dream.” Dove blinked, giving her arm a light pinch. Fred’s lips quirked up into a smile as he shot John a look that didn’t bother trying to conceal the smugness underneath it. John returned it with a deadpan before moving over to Dove’s unoccupied side, reaching for her hand, which he grasped gently. But the way he squeezed it afterwards told her he was feeling a little nervous. She returned the squeeze firmly, a silent assurance that she was fine.
~~~~~~
“Holyyy shiiitttttt.” Dove’s jaw dropped as she and the Spartans entered a museum. The building looked massive on the outside, but inside? She felt like a teeny ant. Right as they walked through the turnstiles, she was greeted by a massive replica of what looked like a frigate-style ship that had a wide set of stairs that led into the building. Kelly and Linda waving from their spot against the wall. Dove waved, tugging on John’s hand as she took off like a kid on a sugar high.
The museum was dedicated to the complete history of humanity, meaning that for Dove, several centuries were waiting for her to discover with wide eyes and awe as she walked through an exhibit that showed humanity branching out into the stars in the late half of the 21st century. The prototype of the very first Translight Engine that enabled humanity to leave the solar system.
“This is incredible…” Dove breathed, watching a short video of the very first test of the engine; the quality of the graphics alone was cutting-edge in comparison to the current graphics she was used to.
“I can’t even tell if this is made of pixels or some sort of ultra crisp projection.” She whispered, John’s lips pulling into a ghost of a smile.
“Still looks grainy to me.”
“Oh my god– shush, shush ALL of your face.” Dove giggled, reaching up to gently poke his cheek. “You and your ultra crisp, 35K graphics.”
John tilted away from her poke with a good-natured chuckle, his deep voice carrying in the large space they stood in. “Not my fault, I have standards.”
“Dove…” Fred called, motioning her over to a virtual exhibit where you could design….. Micro organs???
“You can grow your own… personal, tiny, organs???” Dove questioned, tilting her head, watching with riveted curiosity as Fred showed her how the exhibit worked.
“Pretty fascinating stuff.” Fred nodded, “Useful as hell in a field situation.”
“So does any Spartan walking around have their original organs anymore?” Dove questioned, Kelly stifling a laugh as Fred had to give the question some thought.
“Maybe John? Congratulations, your Spartan comes with all his original parts… a collector's item.”
Linda snickered, Kelly nearly spat her water, and John looked up from the small case he was glancing at with a befuddled, slightly questioning expression.
“Way to make me sound like a model car, Fred.”
“I’m not wrong though!”
~~~~~~
“I find it amusing that the first ship to leave the solar system was called the Odessey.” Dove snickered as she sipped on a smoothie. She and John stopping for a snack after her stomach had rumbled. “I wonder if that book is even still around.”
“Probably, I bet there’s an archive somewhere for old literature.”
“Damn, way to insult the classics, love.”
John gave a light snicker, glancing around the small cafe, his eyes alert and scanning. Dove glancing up at him and reaching over to loop her arm around his.
“You don’t have to be so on edge.” She remarked, holding up her cup to him, a silent offer. John lowered his head, took a sip of the smoothie, and looked like he was entertaining her statement.
“Should’ve known you’d go for the mango.”
“Don’t be bashing my…. Third favorite fruit! They didn’t have peach!”
John chuckled softly, leaning down to take another sip before brushing his nose against the top of Dove’s head.
“Don’t let the mangoes at home hear you say that, pretty sure they’ll go bad on purpose.”
Dove gave a noise of displeasure at the thought before bringing the straw to her lips. “Don’t give them any ideas, delicious little traitors.”
~~~~~
“Having fun yet?” Fred questioned as he approached John, both of them watching as Dove dragged Kelly and Linda on the meteor simulation yet again. Dove was like a kid in a candy shop; everything was new and exciting, and an excuse to explore. John hummed in reply, leaning back the entrance to the exhibit.
“She’s not gonna disappear, Chief.”
John’s hand tightened around her smoothie cup almost imperceptibly. To anyone who wasn’t a Spartan, he looked perfectly relaxed, but Fred could see the tension in his shoulders and around his eyes.
“I know.”
“You’re looking at her like she will.”
“It’s a big place, lots of people.”
Fred’s expression told John he wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t comment further as he heard Dove give an excited scream.
~~~~~~
After the meteor simulation, Dove found and challenged John to a ship-building contest…. John’s ship won.
“Not bad for a first try, Dove.” John gave her a warm smile as she watched the virtual ship explode upon launch. “Think you had too much juice headed to the slipspace drive.”
“This is a LOT harder than I thought.” Dove grumbled, “And here I thought it would be like virtual Legos.”
That got a genuine laugh out of him as he and Dove left the activity room, his arm subtly draping over her shoulders, Dove slightly surprised by the action, but didn’t comment as they continued walking through the museum.
“This was a good idea, I’m glad Fred managed to talk Linda and Kelly into this.” Dove grinned. “Honestly, I’m shocked he managed to talk you into this.”
“I’m not completely anti-social…” John tilted his head, a slight grin on his face as he looked down at Dove. “Just not my favorite pastime.”
Dove opened her mouth to reply, but paused for a moment when she saw a colorful exhibit. Ride? Something up ahead had a very short line, and it seemed to be a type of lift… like indoor skydiving, but less chaotic. John cocked his head, curious what had grabbed her attention, his eyes drifting over to where she was staring.
“Grav lift.” He explained, staring at the sign from their position. “Looks like it goes to the rooftop or some sort of viewpoint.”
John watched as the information hit her brain, seeing the very second the idea registered.
“Wanna give it a try?” Dove inquired, looking up at him with hopeful anticipation. John glanced around for a moment, taking a silent roll call of the others before giving a nod. Dove’s smile was beaming as she gently pulled John along with her. John gripped her hand a bit tighter as they entered the small line. Several people turning and staring in surprise at the appearance of someone as large as John. Dove, noticing he was slightly uncomfortable, gave his hand a single, hard squeeze. A silent question, a way to check in. John smiled inwardly as he responded with two squeezes in return, confirmation that he was okay. Satisfied, Dove went back to staring at someone who had been staring at John since they got into the line. The man very quickly averted his eyes and stared at something else.
“Rude…” Dove muttered, “Didn’t his mother tell him it’s rude to just stare at people?”
John snickered softly, rubbing small circles on the back of Dove’s hand as they moved up the line. At some point, Fred, Kelly, and Linda joined them. All of them sipping on smoothies or some type of drink.
“Oooo, this will be interesting,” Fred remarked, sipping his milkshake. “Haven’t been on a grav lift for fun before.”
“Probably just some short tourist attraction.” Linda scoffed, sipping her tea.
“Hopefully… this will be interesting.” Fred corrected.
*When John and Dove got to the front of the line, the person working the lift gave them some basic instructions on how to avoid injury, not to do any crazy flips or movements, and that the entire thing would take about ten minutes, and they’d reach the observation tower that overlooked the entire city.*
“This will be fun!” Dove declared with enthusiasm as she and John stepped up. John paused for a moment before stepping into the lift.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dove questioned once the lift started, the weightless feeling making her stomach flip-flop at first as they began to ascend. John glanced over at her, noting the concern in her eyes.
“Just not used to this. You, being here outside of appearing on the frigates—
A few beats passed between them.
“I know I have no reason to worry, but I do. This— you’re more vulnerable here. Can’t help feeling like I’m breaking some form of time travel law, bringing someone six hundred years into the future…. It’s risky. Don’t want to put you in a risky situation is all.”
Dove’s gaze softened further as he explained. Here he was, out of his element, trying to have fun, but worried about her safety, being, technically, out of her time.
“It’s okay, John.” She assured, reaching for his hands, grasping them in hers. “Though I appreciate you watching my back.”
John grunted in reply, bringing her hands to his lips in a rare show of semi-public affection as he brushed a kiss to her knuckles. The silent: ‘I love you’ filling the space between them as the gravity lift continued to send them upward.
“Wowww!! The energy changes color??!” Dove exclaimed as the particles took on a paler shade of blue, the lights of the museum fading as the light of the outdoors began to greet them. The two light sources began to mix to create a misty sort of—
“It looks like cotton candy… I desperately need this lighting in the apartment.” Dove marveled, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of a light, rainy mist beginning to settle over the city.
“It’s so beautiful…” Her voice was quiet, a little too quiet. John glanced over to see her hand resting against the light particles. “I’m kinda sad I’ll never live to see any of this.”
“You don’t know that,” John replied a little too quickly. “Things could change.”
“I don’t think cities could go from how they are in the early 21st century… to this in my lifetime.” Dove chuckled, her voice holding a slightly melancholy undertone. “But at least I get to see a small glimpse of it now.”
~~~~~~
The mist had settled into a light rain by the time Dove and John reached the observation tower, the sudden swell and stopping causing Dove to be a little wobbly at first as she leaned against John.
“That made my bones feel like jelly.” She snickered, glancing back at the exit. “Do they all do the little push at the end?”
“Only the impolite ones,” John replied, giving her a slight smile as he steadied her. “I’m surprised you didn’t get sick.”
“Me too, if I’m being honest.” Dove agreed, watching as a small number of people milled about the observation tower. “On second thought…. Can we get some air??”
John nodded, leading her out to the larger observation deck. The mist kissing their skin with light precipitation as Dove took a moment to breathe, looking up to see the glow of the city underneath the curtain of light rain. The sounds of a small food stand with clinking bowls and muffled chatter from dining patrons faded into the backdrop as Dove made her way to the railing. John, who had been checking on the status of the others and how soon they’d reach the observation tower, turned back towards Dove. His eyes landed on her smaller form leaning against the railing. The noise of everything around him began to fizzle out and slow as he watched her reach out with an open hand, gently cradling a wisp of mist hurried along by a small gust of wind that tousled her hair gently. John’s mind suddenly became quiet; everything else around him insignificant in comparison to the person just a few feet across from him. The person who reached out to tenderly cradle mist and stare at colored lights like they were the stars themselves. The worries and underlying anxieties of earlier fleeting with the sound of the breeze as he simply stared.
~~~~~~
“Well, I have to say, this wasn’t too bad.” Fred later remarked as the Spartans made their way back to the rendezvous point. Glancing back over his shoulder to see John who had a sleepy Dove on his back. Her smaller form hanging off him like it was second nature.
“It was…. Fun.” Linda agreed. “Dove ran herself ragged today. I’m shocked she wasn’t asleep by the time we thought about food.”
“It’s Dove and food,” Kelly stated, sipping her tea, the drink still warm, her gaze betraying the fondness her voice lacked as she took in the image of John giving her a piggyback while she napped. Fred slowing his steps to match Kelly’s gait, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Did you get the shot?” He questioned, keeping his voice low. Kelly replied with a smirk as she pulled out her phone, showing him the picture she’d snapped when they’d gotten to the observation deck. The moment captured and cemented in memorium of Dove reaching to cradle a wisp of fog.
“That’s going to be his lockscreen for the next decade.”
Rules - put your spotify repeat on shuffle, list the first ten, then tag ten people.
tagged by @future-dregs thank you!
Also I'm calling it now, at least half of these are just Arcane soundtrack.
Harley Fvcking Quinn - Sarah De Warren, Biometrix, Marcus McCoan
Darkside - Neoni
Wild Horses - Grace Power
Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan
Paint the Town Blue - Ashnikko (Arcane)
Angry Too - Lola Blanc
Sharks - Imagine Dragons
Wait for Me (Reprise) - Hadestown Original Broadway Company
Sucker - Marcus King (Arcane)
Game of Survival - Ruelle
I have been listening to the Arcane soundtrack on repeat for at least three weeks now so clearly this is not entirely an accurate summary of what you listen too XD
It's the first thing you say when you see him on the 25th. He doesn't want to observe his birthday, but you put the present down with his coffee.
"It's just something I thought you'd like," you explain.
He picks up the coffee and ignores the present for a moment. By the way his mouth curves up, he seems to be pleased. After he takes a sip, he puts the cup down. "I told you not to get me anything."
"And I didn't..." He shoots you a sharp glare. You protest more, "No really! Open it and see! It's not from a store."
His eyes stay narrow. He's suspicious as he pulls at the bow and tears open the paper. Then a laugh almost bursts free as he pulls out the frame. He turns it to face you, even though you're very familiar with the picture of him astride a Blue Eyes White Dragon. "Is this a joke?"
You hold a hand to your chest for dramatic effect. "A joke?"
"Where, exactly, do you propose I put this... charming, portrait?" He tries to sound disdainful, but a grin keeps sneaking onto his face. His eyes scan the picture.
"On your desk," you suggest. "With the pictures of Mokuba and me. Your prized possession and favorite people together."
He arches his eyebrow at the suggestion. "How did you know that you're my prized possession?"
How the Boys from Yu-Gi-Oh Would Kiss Their Partners
No one asked for this, but I couldn’t resist writing about how the boys from Yu-Gi-Oh! would share sweet, heartfelt kisses with their partners. These were my very first fictional crushes back in the day, and I think they deserve a little spotlight for their romantic side!
Yugi’s kisses would be gentle, sweet, and full of affection.
Yugi’s shy and thoughtful nature means that his kisses with his partner would be deliberate and meaningful, often starting with hesitance but growing in confidence as their relationship deepens.
First Kiss:
His first kiss would be tentative and a little clumsy, his nerves evident. He’d pause to gauge their reaction, his violet eyes wide and searching for reassurance. Once he feels their response, he’d relax, the kiss becoming soft and heartfelt.
"I’ve… never done this before," he might admit afterward, his cheeks burning as he glances at them nervously.
Everyday Kisses:
Yugi’s kisses would often be quick, like a brush of his lips against their cheek or forehead, especially in public. In private, he’d take more time, savoring the closeness and letting his love for them shine through.
"I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me," he’d say, his voice soft and full of sincerity.
Passionate Kisses:
When the moment calls for it, Yugi’s kisses would be surprisingly deep and intense, fueled by his growing confidence in their relationship. His hands would gently cradle their face, his thumb brushing their cheek as he pours his emotions into the kiss.
Joey’s kisses would be passionate, spontaneous, and filled with warmth.
Joey is bold and expressive, and his kisses with his partner would reflect his fiery personality and his deep affection for them. He’d kiss them like he has something to prove—because to him, they are everything.
First Kiss:
Joey’s first kiss would likely be impulsive, happening in the heat of an emotional moment. He’d pull them close suddenly, his lips capturing theirs in a kiss that’s slightly messy but brimming with emotion.
"Sorry if that was too much," he’d mutter afterward, scratching the back of his neck and grinning sheepishly.
Everyday Kisses:
Joey’s kisses would often be playful and teasing. He might sneak a kiss on their cheek or forehead when they are not expecting it, laughing at their reaction.
"Couldn’t help myself," he’d say with a wink.
Passionate Kisses:
When Joey’s emotions run high, his kisses would be all-consuming. His hands would grip their waist firmly as he leans into them, the kiss full of fiery passion and unspoken promises. He’d pull away slightly, his forehead resting against theirs as he murmurs, "You drive me crazy, you know that?"
Seto’s kisses would be intense, deliberate, and deeply intimate.
Seto’s reserved nature means his kisses would be rare but meaningful. He wouldn’t kiss his partner lightly; when he does, it’s with purpose and a level of vulnerability that he only shows to them.
First Kiss:
Seto’s first kiss with them would be slow and measured, as if he’s testing the waters. His hand would cup their cheek or the back of their neck, his touch firm but tender. Despite his usual confidence, there would be a moment of hesitation before he leans in, his lips brushing theirs in a kiss that’s surprisingly soft.
"I don’t… do this kind of thing often," he’d admit afterward, his voice low and slightly vulnerable.
Everyday Kisses:
Seto’s kisses would often be subtle, like a light press of his lips against their temple or a kiss on the top of their head when they are not looking. These moments would reveal his quieter, softer side.
"Don’t overthink it," he’d mutter when they teases him about his affection, though the faint smile on his lips would give him away.
Passionate Kisses:
When Seto allows himself to let go, his kisses would be intense and consuming. His hands would frame their face as he leans in, his lips moving against theirs with hunger and devotion. He’d pull them closer, leaving no space between them, his actions silently saying what words cannot.
Yami’s kisses would be deep, reverent, and filled with emotion.
Yami’s commanding presence and strong emotions mean that his kisses with his partner would feel almost sacred. Each kiss would be a blend of his intense love and his unwavering devotion to them.
First Kiss:
Yami’s first kiss would be deliberate, his amethyst eyes locking onto theirs with a smoldering intensity before he leans in. The kiss would start slow, almost hesitant, before deepening into something that speaks of his soul’s connection to theirs.
"I’ve wanted to do that for a long time," he’d whisper afterward, his voice low and filled with emotion.
Everyday Kisses:
Yami’s everyday kisses would be thoughtful and meaningful. He might kiss their hand in a gesture of chivalry or press his lips to their forehead as a quiet reminder of his affection.
"You are my greatest treasure," he’d say, his tone reverent.
Passionate Kisses:
When Yami’s emotions run high, his kisses would be powerful and all-encompassing. He’d pull them into his arms, his hands moving to their waist or cupping their face as he kisses them with fervor. His kisses would leave them breathless, his devotion evident in every touch.
"You are everything to me," he’d murmur against their lips, his voice raw with emotion.
Kenshi Takahashi is no stranger to violence and you knew that. Despite his character, Kenshi was actually very dangerous and not one to be messed with. You didn’t care and he liked that you didn’t. He’d watch you yell at him and granted, he deserved it because he didn’t do what he needed to do. As attractive as it was seeing you like that, sometimes he would zone out because all you would do was talk. When you realized he wasn’t listening to you, that’s when you smacked him across the face. It took you two a second to register what you had done. Kenshi felt his mouth some before looking at you. “You didn’t tell me you could hit like that. I kinda like it.”
Kung Lao likes to piss you off. Not only does he find it incredibly attractive but he just thinks it’s funny. You’re the only woman that can get him rock hard just by yelling at him. He pulled another prank on you and you were beyond mad. You started to go off on him and Kung Lao just stared at you like he was having a dream. He’ll tell you the prank wasn’t that bad and that’s when you slap him across. He stands there, a little stunned that you did that. Then he looks down to his erection. “Why did that make me hard?”
Johnny Cage is more so turned on by you being mad at him than you slapping him across the face. He finds it incredibly hot when you curse him out. (Especially if you happen to speak a second language and you start swearing in that one.) There’s just something about you yelling at him and swearing at him that makes him hard. You look so sexy when you boss him around or command him to do something. He’ll say something regarding how hot you are when you’re mad and because he was not paying attention to anything you said, he gets a smack on his face which stings but it’s worth it seeing you mad. “Jokes on you. I’m into that.”
Havik is into all of it. From seeing you mad, to you cussing him out, to you slapping him across the face. He loves it when you get out of control and lose yourself. Especially by his own doing. You were mad because of other things going on in your life and when Havik had a sarcastic attitude towards you, you started to take your anger out on him. He didn’t even say anything. He just watched you. You were even threatening to kill him and that just turned him on even more. Just him staring at you pissed you off. That’s when you slapped him. He started to laugh at it and he grabbed your hand to place it on his right cheek. “Do it again.”
MORTAL KOMBAT 11 CHARACTERS
Kano would never hit you but he loved when you did it to him. The two of you would get into a fight because you believed he was flirting with another woman. As hot as you were, he didn’t appreciate getting accused. He rolled his eyes as you went on your big long rant. He was not flirting with another girl. You just happened to walk in on them having a conversation and you took it the wrong way. (It sounded like he was gaslighting but it was actually true.) Kano rubs his temples, annoyed. He’ll ask you if you were done. Oh, that pisses you off. He receives a good hard smack on the mouth. He clicks his tongue showing no reaction. He finishes the beer in his hand. “Now why you turning me on like that, love?”
Shao Kahn is more proud of you than anything. He is the Emperor of Outworld. A tyrant. Nobody crossed him but here you were, sticking up for yourself at him. Nobody would dare do what you would do or say. That’s what turned him on about you. It was cute that you thought your words mattered to him but he’d let you rant to him about what he considered to be absolutely nothing. Then he would threaten one of your friends and that’s what causes the slap across the face. You waited for him to hit you back but he doesn’t. In fact, he licks his lips and stares at you hungry. “I like strong women.”
Erron Black more so likes the fact that he’s the one that can make you that mad, it gives him all the control. Seeing you curse at him for something so simple is just amusing to him. This time you were mad because he didn’t do the dishes. He liked his women crazy so when you started to throw glass plates at him, he liked you even more. He was ducking plate after plate. It made you mad that you didn’t hit him one time so you ended up just smacking him across the face. Erron feels his face before looking at you. He just grabs you by the hips and pulls you in for a kiss. “Damn, you’re so hot.”
Kabal(pre burn) likes his women feisty so seeing you lose your cool did wonders for him. He loves it all. How your eyebrows forward. Your eye twitching to keep it together. Your teeth gritting against each other. Kabal sometimes would just piss you off on purpose. Well, this time he had actually done it on accident. You were mad at him because he wouldn’t let you in where he hung out at with the Black Dragon and your thoughts immediately went to him cheating on you. It annoyed him that he was being accused. He’ll ask if do you ever shut up and that’s when your slap him. His hand’s immediately go to his belt and he starts to take them off. “Bend over the table. We’re bout to have a fun night.”
Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...
