Hi!! Since you’re taking Date Everything requests, could you please do some cuddling headcanons for Jean Loo, Cam, and Tony?
[I will try my best, I sadly have only gotten Cam's Friendship route and the other two I have gotten the hate routes sadly ú^ú But I am confident that I can write something up for all of them, especially our dear Trashcan!]
Cuddling Time 2 [Date Everything x GN Reader]
[Feat; Jean Loo, Cam & Tony] [Divider Credit]
🗑 Cam 🗑
- He acts rough and tough, even leaning on mean on some occasions but once you two get to know each other? He's a real cuddle bug, he loves having you close by and on hard days he asks to be the little spoon for the night. Don't tease him about it, it's a sensitive topic for him to be vulnerable just hold him close and enjoy having him there
- He pulls you on top of himself, arms wrapping around your hips as he lets you use him as a personal mattress. Which is the perfect opportunity to play with his face or poke his face, he will huff and playfully try to bite your fingers until you tire yourself out
- He smells quiet nice actually for someone who's a Trashcan, he would never admit it but he is a bit self-conscious over his smell. Especially since some others be it in your home or outside would complain about it often, so he always makes sure to get some perfume or get a shower if Johnny lets him
- If you ask him about it he will answer honestly, though it might take some time to convince him even a little that you aren't that bothered by his natural smell (which is often a mix of take-out, papers & the occasional deodorant/perfume bottle, it oddly enough smells quiet nice actually?)
🚽Jean Loo 🚽
- He's very busy with his rapping career, be it from working on another rap for his album or because of an upcoming performance but do not fret, Jean Loo always makes sure to have time for you even if it means sneaking in when you've already fallen and asleep and cuddle up to you, holding you from behind until you wake up the next morning to find him drooling onto the pillow
- But when he has time get ready to sit somewhere comfy and have him between your arms as he tells you his upcoming rap ideas for hours on end. If you wanna stop it just kiss him on the cheek and watch the master of crap freezes up for a minute but be prepared, Jean Loo never goes down without a fight, especially if it's a fight of affection and love
- When he's a big spoon he will take off his jewelry, even his trusty necklace with the Ballcock. He wants to make sure his muse is comfortable in his arms as you both hold onto the other, eyes closed as your foreheads gently collide against one another with a shared short laugh, he will whisper sweet nothings in french to you
🛠 Tony 🛠
- He thought for sure that he would nail your first cuddling session but to keep it short, he got a bit too excited and confused a gentle hold with an intense bear hug, say what you will but his arms truely are strong and muscular
- And speaking of them, he will carry you to a spot to cuddle with you if you even so much hint at it, nothing will stop him to share some quality time with you (except maybe if someone needs fixing immideantly and even then it's only if it's an emergency. But while he reluctantly goes he will make sure everyone hears his long sighs as he promise to come back soon as fast as he can)
- Tony in general is very muscular, his arms aren't the most comfortable to rest again but his chest? A perfect spot, especially when his arms snake around you and he holds you in such a secure grip. You ever need a slight, gentle squeeze? He can give you it and it feels almost like a weighted blanket but better since you can hear his heart speeding up whenever he hears you sigh and relax further into his hold
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hello! i love reading your writing! i've seen this prompt in other fandoms but haven't seen it in Date Everything and thought i might request it. Can i request how Tony, Kristof, Washford, Artt, Luke, and Dorian (if there are too many characters you can take one out) would react to their s/o (player) who sneaks up on them and playfully smacks their butt? hopefully this will cheer you up!
(just reading that has me cackling, thanks for the cheering up, anon :))
Tony, naturally, flirts and touches you pretty much all the damn time. A point to his cheek for a kiss, small cheeky comments on how fine you look walking around the house, and the occasional mild slap on the butt as you're walking out. All normal stuff to do in a relationship, but his flirtatious attitude often got you wondering how he'd react to having the same done to him.
So, you peer into the Breaker Box closet, watching as Tony whistles to himself some tune Rainey must've been playing earlier, attempting to nail a blueprint into the wall in order to see it better, oblivious to you behind him. You smirked deviously and slapped him right on the behind, watching as his eyes widened and he looked towards you in shock as you stopped next to him, hand lingering where it had landed.
"Hey." You said casually, giving him a mischievous grin. Tony raised a brow, a smirk of his own slowly forming on his lips.
"Hey." he responded, glancing down at your hand, snorting. "We gonna ignore your hand on my ass, or what?"
"Oh that," You sniffed dismissively, taking your hand off of him and shrugging. "You do it all the time, I thought it was just a thing we had."
"Ohhhh, okay, I see how it is."
He drawled, leaning on the wall next to the numerous bent nails that looked to be doing just about everything other than what they were supposed to. He propped his head up on his hand.
"Can't say I blame you, doll, I'm well-endowed everywhere."
"Oh, everywhere?" You questioned, letting your eyes narrow at his rebuttal, which his smile only widened at. "Care to prove all those big words...?"
Your hand had been trailing up his shirt as you spoke, until your fingers had reached his collar, tugging him gently but firmly towards you.
Tony's smug look turned wicked as he scooped you up off your feet almost instantly, moving to shut the closet door behind him. You yelped and immediately grabbed onto him, laughing as he kept you in his hold.
"Tony, stop, it was a joke-- keep it in your pants."
"Nahhhhh...." He responded, shrugging as he looked over at you in his arms with a nasty grin. "That little stunt you just pulled was my thing, y'know, and by the time we're done here, you're gonna know that."
Luke:
Your boyfriend was very...unusual.
Oh, he was sweet, and he cared about you deeply, and you returned the feeling. He treated you well, he wasn't gaslighting-- the only gas-related thing about him was his radiation.
But he was...slightly paranoid and jumpy. And by slightly, you meant very. Which you probably should have remembered to take into consideration.
You'd seen videos online about people catching their boyfriends off guard by slapping their behinds as a joke, and you had to admit it was hilarious. Deciding you'd try it on Luke, you'd done so with no second thought at all until he'd let out a scream and rounded on you, immediately pulling his microwave-gun-thingie on you.
"FREEZE, SWA-- OH!"
His eyes met yours and he instantly retracted the gun, and his yelling ceased, though his volume was, as always, just a teensy bit above necessary.
"Ranger! I'm so sorry, I mistook you for something else--something very dangerous! I did not know the enemy dare use such inappropriate tactics that should only be used by US on battlefront!"
You had to stop yourself from cracking a smile, tilting your head innocently and batting your eyes as he spoke, seeing how long you could fool him for.
"Really, an enemy?"
"Yes, Ranger!"
"What did they do?"
"I-- well...." He spluttered a bit, unable to word what you'd done to him, obviously not wanting to outright declare he'd felt someone smack his ass.
"This enemy sort of...of course, must have been aiming to destroy The Magnetron! Naturally! But...they...must've missed..."
You put on a puzzled frown, knowing full well what he was talking about.
"Oh, it's good they missed. Where did they hit, then?"
Luke didn't respond for a while, simply staring at you as his mouth opened and closed, trying to speak it in a non-specific-way.
"Well, my...my body is still intact and fine, and that's all you need to worry about, Ranger." He insists, adding quietly at the end. "...they hit my...blind side."
You couldn't help the laugh that finally broke free from your lips as he muttered that last part with such utter embarrassment in his voice.
“Luke-“ you spoke past a wheeze. “I’m sorry, I did that. You can just say I hit you on the butt.”
Luke’s eyes looked ready to pop out of his skull.
“That was you, Ranger??”
“Yup. Are you mad?”
“I- well…” Luke paused, attempting to give an unbothered shrug. “…I’ve been through rough and hard war, Ranger, it takes a lot more than a simple whack on the behind to get the best of me.”
“Soooo…what I’m hearing is I can do it again?”
“RANGER—“
Kristof:
How exactly does one flirt with a hardcore Viking-esque trainer turned on by threats of battle?
Battle, probably.
But, you’d thought that even a man as broad and muscular as Kristof must have some kind of thing that could make him want to do something a little more than just battle. So, of course, in the name of science…
Kristof was in corner of your home gym, talking to poor Dunk, who had a bit of a strained smile on his face as Kristof spoke. You swaggered over with ease, taking your hand and giving Kristof a firm slap to the back.
Dunk’s jaw dropped.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?” You said casually, as though nothing at all had happened. Dunk looked at you like you were crazy, eyes flickering over to Kristof to judge his reaction.
Kristof looked entirely undisturbed, the only implication that he noticed your little move on him being the large smile, toothy and wide, that he had plastered on his face as he met your gaze.
“Ah, you’ve noticed how strong and chiseled my glutes are? Have another go at them, see they are hard as rock.”
You raised an eyebrow at his words, amusement creeping up on you fast as you thought ‘what the hell’, and once again, slapped him on the ass. This time, he barked a laugh triumphantly.
“Yes! The true glory of warrior glutes. You will have them one day, yes, if you train so hard that tears and blood alike run down your face in victory!”
Dunk visibly cringed.
“Silence, Duncan!”
“Dude, I didn’t-“
“SILENCE!!” He exclaimed rather loudly. “Let the human admire my form in peace without your interruption.”
Dunk didn’t really love the way he was being talked to, but the whole situation to him was more than a little funny, so he swallowed down a laugh, covering it with a smile, mouthing the words ‘have fun’, with a thumbs-up to you, before walking off.
You turned back to Kristof, smiling coyly and tilting your head.
“So…since you know now how much I love those glutes of yours, why don’t we—“
“Of course! THE BATTLE IT IS FOR THE ACQUIRING OF WARRIOR GLUTES!”
He pounds a fist into his other palm roughly, grinning at you. You will admit, while this is more than hot to look at—
“Oh, no— see I was thinking about something else…” you said sweetly, looking to the side. “Something that would involve me admiring much more than just that a— glutes. Those glutes.”
Kristof did not respond to your proposition immediately, a bushy blonde eyebrow lifting in the slightest at your words. At first, you were slightly worried he would say no, or worse, you’d have to elaborate, but instead, the bodacious man said,
“Well, a warrior must always be prepared for intimacy.”
And scooped you up by the legs (how did he yank them up from under you so fast?), hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, proudly carrying you out of the gym.
Dorian:
You really hadn’t meant to do it.
That’s what you insisted after Dorian had let out a very undignified squawk from you slapping the door with your hand to close it.
Now, you stood with him, as he stared down at you with that stone faced expression, arms folded over his chest in disapproval.
“…all I’m sayin’, love, is in the future, don’t go and touch that part of the door.”
“Yeag, sorry…it’s just- I mean, most of the door just looks the same, I didn’t know each and every part of the door was a whole different part of…well, you.”
“Eh, well now you do, don’t you? So no funny business in the future.”
You nodded sheepishly, but a few lingering questions still sat in your mind.
“…why was it so flat.”
“…Pardon?”
“It literally hurt my hand to slap. Iron fucking ass. Tungsten booty. Flat as hell.”
Dorian’s cheeks heated up at the crudeness of your words, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“I’m a door, love. I’m designed to be flat.”
“You’re killing me here.”
“Why are you so hung up on my arse?” He questioned, though it sounded like he didn’t exactly want the answer.
You shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s cool. Epic ass, dude.”
His lip twitched slightly. “Welcome back, Hank number 7.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Despite your promise to him to keep your hands off that very specific part of the door, Dorian noticed that instead, it was almost like your hands were always looking specifically for that spot on the door to lean against or use to close the door.
And the most entertaining thing?
He didn’t stop you at all.
BONUS (Washford):
You’d initially thought it would be hilarious to give Washford a cheeky spank, because you thought he’d react quite like a Victorian widow might, but your expectations were disproven…quite dramatically, as he hadn’t even turned around, and had only muttered a:
“Not now, Drysdale.”
The silence that occurred directly after stretched on forever, you keeping silent out of shock, and Washford keeping silent out of the realization that he’d said that out loud to someone who couldn’t have been Drysdale, due to the prolonged quiet and lack of response.
He didn’t look you in the eye for a week, even though you and Drysdale had cackled over it about five minutes after the fact.
