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Jean kirstein x reader
Just enjoy the gentle kisses and touches
Jean always kissed like that. Gently touched your lips with his own, just smearing them on the skin. While they were still dry, just touched them with the softest and lightest movements. He kissed you several times in short pulls, each time proving how much he loves you. And then he snuggled up to you again, leaving his lips on yours for a long time. He gently crushed it, wrapped his lips around yours, and all this is so gently-gently, as if he pressed harder, your tender lips might crack from this and he would have to lick your salty blood.
You didn't understand how in all the years that you were with Jean, he learned to kiss like that. Because you've been with him since you were sixteen, and neither of you had any experience. But even then, in the first kiss, he knew how to kiss like a god. Apparently, the higher being endowed him with this skill from birth, so that he would drive you crazy with his lips and tongue right away.
Of course, you adopted his skills of amazing mastery of your lips and tongue, but it still seemed to you that you were not doing as well as he was. Not that good. Not that sensual. Although you studied with him, you were excellent teachers and practices to each other. Morning, afternoon and evening, as much love as you could express with him all day.
Jean kissed too romantically. Even an ordinary kiss in the morning, when one of your couple was running away, for example, to work, could become a real event, because the way Jean was able to pull you to him, put his hands on your waist, gently squeeze while and lean towards you to reach your sweet lips, Kissing them gently-gently for long seconds, through the quiet murmurs of words of love for you, it could not be described in words. Just the feeling of how much you love this man, how you will miss him all day, how soft his lips are, and how lucky you are.
And now he is hovering over your body, holding on to your forearms near your head, with his fingertips straightening your hair lying on your forehead. Jean gently stroked your skin and hair while kissing your lips, cheeks and nose. God, how you loved it when he kissed you on the nose. It was much sweeter, hotter, more romantic and more intimate than an ordinary kiss, or passionate tongue entwining between each other, or when you or he gave each other pleasure with tongues.
His lips gently cupped your lower plump lip, and gently crushed it, tasting it countless times. Jean already knew perfectly well what your lips were like, where wounds were most often formed when your lips were chapped, what they tasted like depending on the time of day and your mood, how you liked to open them or smile through a kiss. But he couldn't get enough of it. It seemed to him that eternity would not be enough for him to stop enjoying and loving kissing you.
After the soft touches, there were more serious actions. But before that, there was always a short break when you looked away from him, just examined his face, his swollen lips, straight nose, slightly flushed cheeks, honey-colored eyes that glittered without light around, a small crease between the eyebrows, which always straightened out at such moments, because he became as relaxed as possible. You looked at him, and then you talked about how much you loved him. You will never stop loving him. You're with him for life. Until the end. Only death will separate you from him.
When your hands get lost in his soft hair at the back of his head, when you take him closer to you to feel his body and the warmth coming from him, Jean finally gets a taste and opens his lips, which gently runs the tip of his tongue over your lower lip, feeling the sweetness of your grape lip balm. Most lip balms smelled delicious, but had no taste, so you looked specifically for those that felt sweet on the tongue.
And God, how he loved it. Jean knew that your lips were sweet and without any balms, so he started practically devouring you. By running your tongue over both your lower and upper lips, leaving his saliva on them, the sounds from your lips and his became even louder. You loved it so much. It was probably one of your favorite sounds in the world. How the lips are smacking apart between you and Jean.
After another short break, while you put your hands on his neck, wrapping both hands around your jaw to gently stroke his cheeks, prickly because of his stubble, Jean finally pulls you even closer to him, opening your mouth with his lips to run his tongue inside and gently circle your inner the surface of the cheeks and teeth, play with the sky, and you quietly start giggling and pushing it away, because you always got tickled because of this action.
Letting him sit between your legs, you clamp him with your hips so that he definitely won't go anywhere, wrap your arms around his damn wide shoulders while he shamelessly licks your mouth and strokes your soft thigh with one hand.
And when it becomes difficult to kiss, your lips tingle from what Jean did to them, and your chin is slightly scratched because of his stubble, he just lies down next to you, pulling you to him, with his own hands laying you right on top of him, on his chest, which rose steadily high when breathing. You snuggle up to him as close as possible, trying to absorb the warmth of Jean's body into yourself, and give him your own warmth, whether it's not physical, but only mental, because his body has always been warmer than yours. Sometimes it seemed to you that he was just a constantly working stove.
You liked touching him. Hug him, lie on him, hold his muscles, run your hands over his skin, over his facial features. Now you can safely take Jean's hand at any time, hug him, kiss him, or just poke him when you want to feel him. You used to miss all this so much. But now you have it. You have everything you wanted. Well, almost everything, but so far you've had enough.
Lying on him, you just enjoyed life and breathed deeply. You gently stroked the joint of the muscles of his chest and shoulder, feeling his warm skin under your fingers, gently touched his collarbone with your nose, feeling his home T-shirt smell of his own smell and the smell of the new conditioner for washing that you found in the corner store. And Jean's hands just held you tightly, not letting you run away anywhere, just move if you suddenly felt uncomfortable in such a position. Sometimes he began to move his fingers along your shoulder in circular movements, which caused the warmth of pleasure to spread through your body, as if there were some unknown streams of energy in the tips of this man's fingers, which began to flow right inside her, through your body to your soul.
This guy is a hopelessly romantic. Therefore, he will talk to you about love forever. It doesn't matter how, whether it's how he talks about how much he loves your food, or he likes your mole on your shoulder, it will be. Always.
āGet ready with me to breakup with my fiancĆ©-ā
āBUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!ā
Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaroās booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.
āTHE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WEāRE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!ā Socked feet barrel down the hall and youāre quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. āYou got something you want to tell me?ā
You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, āno. I donāt think so. I didnāt even know you were home.ā
āOh!ā He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. āSo youāre just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?ā
āOnly in my fantasies,ā you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, ābut if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise youāll be the first to know.ā
This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. āListen to me.ā
āRinnie!ā
āNo. Shush. Listen to me.ā He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. āI have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. Weāve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when Iām showering, you text me and ask me if Iāve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when Iām sleeping.ā
āYour point?ā
His nostrils flare, āyou so much as THINK this relationship is ending, Iām going to tattle on you.ā
āOh, please-ā
āTo Komori.ā
This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, āno, okay, youāre right, youāre right baby, Iām sorry.ā He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, ābut in all seriousness-ā
āOh, Iām serious, too.ā
You snicker, āin my seriousness, Iām never going to leave you.ā You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. āwho else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why weāre returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?ā
āThankfully, Iām the only one who will.ā He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. āWeāre locked in?ā
āYeah baby,ā you giggle, kissing his nose. āWeāre locked in.ā
hbd leona!
The Bed's Too Small
Rating: SFW Leona Kingscholar x Ramshackle!Reader
The knock comes just past one this time. Later than usual. Youāre already half-asleep, blanket tangled around your legs, when you drag yourself to the door. No words needed. You open it.
Leonaās there, as always, hood up, tail twitching, that sandstorm voice laced with annoyance and something softer.
āYāreally live like this?ā he grumbles, eyes scanning the peeling paint, the crooked chandelier, the suspicious chill in the hallway.
āDid last night suddenly raise your standards?ā you yawn, stepping aside.
He snorts. āTch. Got snowed on just walking here. This dump needs insulation. Or an exorcism.ā
You flick his arm as he stalks into your room like itās a five-star suite and not a glorified closet. He peels off his hoodie and slumps onto your bed like heās folding himself into a too-small suitcase, limbs dangling off the edge, tail flopping over your pillow.
You shut the door. Not like ghosts are gonna snitch.
āā¦Yāknow this bed aināt meant for two,ā you murmur, sliding in beside him. Your backās against the wall. Heās everywhere else. Warm. Solid. Smelling like warm musk and faint cedar.
āIt is now.ā
The night is quiet. Except for the creak of wood and his heartbeat under your ear.
bokuto first loves you by instinct before will.
before he even knows he loves you: heās leaning in when you talk, putting his hand over your head so you wonāt hit it, tying your shoelaces when they come undone, filling up your empty water bottle, walking on the outskirt of the sidewalk when taking you home on later nights, and opening every door you walk into.
yet when akaashi comes up to him one day to ask him if he likes you, all he can say is āwhat? why?ā because arenāt those reasonable things to do? model citizen acts? part of the good samaritan rulebook?
but he dissects them slowly, runs through it all in his head, a replay reel of each tiny, unconscious act lined up in neat little rows. he doesnāt remember when it started; canāt pinpoint the moment it stopped being āmy friendā and became āmy person.ā
he realizes that maybe, akaashiās right.
he starts doing things more deliberately, more carefully, scared of being caught in the act. scared you will catch him, and he wonāt know what to say.
heās clumsier with his affection now that he knows itās affection. holds the door open too early. brushes your hand and jerks away like it burns.
he tells himself itās just who he is. warm-hearted. attentive. his mother raised him right.
but when he sees you laughing with someone else, head tilted back, eyes squinting in the way heās learned means youāre genuinely amusedāhe feels something tighten in his chest. something unfamiliar. something that doesnāt feel make him feel like such a good guy.
I wanted to make something like a centipede on his tail
hatred? or something more?
kaiser x gn!reader (1.3k words)
sitting in bed with kaiser, watching a movie when a dirty scene comes up. the both of you watch the scene for a couple of minutes before you speak, āyou know, i never know what to do when something like this comes up. i mean, when iām watching with another person, yknow?ā.Ā
you turn to kaiser and see that he has a pillow over his lap and watching the screen. your lip quirks up and you lean closer to his ear. āare you..enjoying this, kaiser?ā. he scoffs and turns his head away, replying, āshut up, itās just good camera work.ā. his actions contradict his words as he grips the pillow over his lap more.Ā
Why does every building in twst LOOK LIKE ROOK HUNT??
It's Rook's world and we're all just living in it....
thinking about thorfinn and askeladd again. sorry just. like. what if he murdered your father and you swore to take revenge at six fucking years old and followed around the murderer in deranged attempts to kill him ā and that's the thing, you can't kill him outside of an honorable duel, you refuse to. so you take the bait he dangles over your head and complete task after task after task like a feral dog bounding towards a reward it'll never receive. your father's murderer says, achieve something honorable on the battlefield and maybe I'll let you kill me. you're a nordic warrior, aren't you? and if nothing else, nothing else, without even realizing it: you trust him to honor his promise. is it because it's an oath made by a warrior (but he isn't even a warrior, he's a filthy murdering pirate (you're murdering people all the same how many fathers and mothers have you killed how many children have you orphaned how manyā)) or is it because you know he'll have your back on the battlefield the same way you have his? is this because you've known each other for eleven years now? is it because he's essentially raised you? is it because you understand him better than even his only friend? you could kill him. it'd be easy. you're on even footing with him ā maybe on higher footing. but you won't. you never will. because at the end of the day, no matter how skilled a fighter you are? you're just a brat who rises to the most obvious of baits and loses because of your temper. what hope does a seventeen year old brat have against a man with decades of experience on you?
he killed your father. he destroyed your heart. you destroyed your own life. he dies, and you're set adrift with your life's purpose lost and ruined. what was he to you? did he care? did you care? what do you do when the only constant in your life just disappears like that?
what do you do when you wake up and realize you're drowning in a sea of blood?
HƤschen II
i want to be a kinder, gentler person
were are the Jean fans at
he would be such a cat dad
Book 7 Game Admin Idia full live2d
i dropped my ipad on my face reading the chapter he showed up like this in
cant stand his ass
everytime I see you pfp pop up I think itās a microwave with doughnuts inside lol
(love ur theme <3)
aww thank you i love ur new doctor theme as well!!
the way i read ur works all the time
vanrouge family youāll forever be dear to me š
idea that has been sitting in my drafts ever since i read that chapter wherein Silver mentions Lilia would take pictures of them together over the years and that got my heart like AUEUEUEUE THATāS SO CUTE š ( me likes to think mama zigvolt introduced it to them and ever since, lilia got that tradition ātil he ran out of polaroid film lmao
hereās a vers. without mama bekky
ohhhh my stomach hurts