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Paul Lahote

Before Imprinting:

• Paul has trouble calming down. He can lie in bed for hours, running through memories or frustrations, fists clenched in the sheets.

• He sleeps in short, shallow bursts and often wakes with a pounding heart or clenched jaw.

• Most nights he ends up outside, pacing or sitting on the porch trying to breathe it out.

After Imprinting:

• Everything changes. His imprint is like a balm for his soul. With them beside him, his body finally relaxes.

• He falls asleep with one arm slung over them, face buried in their shoulder like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

• If they wake during the night, he mumbles, “You good?” without even opening his eyes—always attuned to their needs.

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Embry Call

Before Imprinting:

• Embry sleeps with headphones in or TV on low—he hates silence. It reminds him of how alone he feels.

• He usually curls into himself, always on the edge of sleep but never quite at peace.

• Occasionally wakes up from dreams he can’t remember, just left with the ache of wanting someone he hasn’t met yet.

After Imprinting:

• It’s like breathing fresh air. He doesn’t even need sound anymore—just their heartbeat.

• He wraps his arm around them and fits his face in their hair, whispering things he was too shy to say in daylight.

• Sometimes he dreams about growing old with them—and wakes up smiling, holding them closer.

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Quil Ateara

Before Imprinting:

• Quil’s always been a heavy sleeper, but a lonely one. He pretends to be fine, but his room’s a little too quiet.

• He sleeps curled in a nest of blankets, trying to mimic the comfort he’s missing.

• On bad nights, he lies awake thinking of Claire and how wrong it feels to be stuck in time.

After Imprinting:

• Quil turns into a human blanket. He holds his imprint like they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him—because they are.

• Falls asleep talking to them, laughing softly, sharing little pieces of his soul he hides from others.

• Wakes up smiling, fingers tangled with theirs, as if to make sure they’re real.

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Jared Cameron

Before Imprinting:

• Jared’s bed is made. His alarm’s set. He falls asleep at a decent time, but there’s no warmth to it—just routine.

• He sleeps on his side, facing the wall, arms tucked in like he’s bracing for something.

• Every once in a while, he dreams of someone he’s never met, and wakes up oddly heartbroken.

After Imprinting:

• He turns over in bed now—to face them. His walls come down slowly, quietly.

• He falls asleep later and later, not because he can’t sleep—but because he’s soaking in every second of them being there.

• He keeps one hand resting on their back or tucked under their pillow, as if memorizing their presence.

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Sam Uley

Before Imprinting:

• Sam’s sleep is shallow, burdened by responsibility. He wakes often, heart tight, haunted by dreams of what he’s lost.

• Even in sleep, his body stays tense—muscles locked, jaw clenched.

• He sometimes stares at the ceiling for hours, wondering if he’ll ever feel peace.

After Imprinting:

• His imprint brings stillness. She touches his chest and he exhales like he hasn’t in years.

• They sleep close, always. Not out of need, but comfort. As if their souls are aligned even in dreams.

• If she stirs, he murmurs her name like a prayer and settles instantly when she answers.

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Seth Clearwater

Before Imprinting:

• Seth is the only one who really wants to sleep. He’s a dreamer—curling into a ball, mumbling half-formed thoughts into his pillow.

• He sometimes sleeps with the lights on or a book open on his chest. He dreams in vivid color.

• Leah teases him for being a cuddler—even alone, he hugs a pillow to his chest.

After Imprinting:

• Seth lights up when they share a bed. He spoons, clings, tangles limbs—and smiles in his sleep.

• He’ll wake up just to press a sleepy kiss to their cheek and whisper “love you,” then drift off again.

• His imprint often wakes to find him already awake, just watching them with this soft, awe-filled gaze.

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Leah Clearwater

Before Imprinting:

• Leah doesn’t sleep so much as collapse from exhaustion. Her nights are full of tossing and turning, angry tears, and cold sheets.

• She always wakes up alone, sore from clenching her jaw or curling too tightly into herself.

• Sleep is a battle—one she rarely wins.

After Imprinting:

• She’s hesitant at first—sharing space feels vulnerable. But over time, she starts to trust it. Trust them.

• She sleeps with her face in their neck, breathing slow and steady, one arm across their stomach.

• Her sleep becomes deeper, safer. For the first time in a long time, she stops waking up crying—and starts waking up at peace.

Disclaimer:

eren

oh that man is so toxic in and out of a relationship 

and unfortunately you had to learn this firsthand 

what you two had was the definition of a push and pull dynamic

one minute he would be absolutely flooding you with love and affection and the next would be him pulling away the second it felt too serious 

because of this, eren was the one who broke things off, claiming that he wasn’t ready to settle down yet and that things were getting way too committal for his taste 

he figured he’d do the mature thing and let you go once and for all, knowing it was selfish to keep a loyal girl like you tied down to a man who didn’t know what he wanted 

but of course, at the end of the day eren was far from the selfless man he was attempting to be when he broke up with you 

he initially respected the fact that you no longer wanted to follow him on any social media, acknowledging that you wanted your space away from him while you took the time to heal  

but upon his first night without you, he was hit with the deep gut punch of loneliness. he felt cold in his own bed without having you cuddled up beside him and with your legs tangled together 

his fixation on you only grew and ultimately devolved from him borrowing (stealing) armin’s phone to watch your stories and check your posts to him giving up and just doing it all on his own phone altogether 

he didn’t bother in making a fake account either, he just simply viewed all your posts on his main account, having grown desperate for you to not only notice him but to respond to him as well 

even if it was to tell him off for breaking no contact, he didn’t care, he just needed to hear from you 

he even grew a little bolder with it too, he began hearting your stories and sending you those stupid drooling emoji reactions, always making sure to slide up on the ones where you posted a selfie 

which prompted your friends to beg you to just block him or at the very least block him from viewing your stories so that he’d stop sliding up on them every. single. time. 

but you couldn’t, no matter how much you tried to ignore him and to leave him on read, you couldn’t find it within you to remove the one last thing tethering you together 

your silence was driving him crazy, he missed you, yearned for you in ways he hadn’t for anyone else 

it even drove him to hold onto a few of your possessions that he claimed he had no idea what you were talking about when you asked for them back 

it was the first week of the break up and you two were returning each other’s items, and it didn’t take you long to realize you were missing something. you two had gone back and forth about it until you gave up and left before you allowed him to suck you back into another stupid argument 

in his defense, all that he had left of you was a pair of your favorite panties and one of your softest scrunchies, and he would be damned if he was going to let those go. besides, it’s not like they were necessities

he’d buy you dozens of each if it meant you’d spend an ounce of time with him 

but that never happened. which led him to developing a new routine that consisted of spending his nights either drinking himself unconscious or jerking off to your stories and posts, panties in hand and scrunchie around his wrist 

memories of your sweet, soft and wet little cunt plagued him like a disease he never wanted to heal from, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes and pump his cock while pretending it was you wrapped around him 

but his imagination and recollection of memories with you could only go so far, and one night his desperation spiraled further than it usually did, leading him to travel beyond his better judgment and land right back into your text messages 

from : DO NOT LET BACK IN! :  i miss u so fuckin much right now 

you <3 : eren what the fuck are you doing? 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : i can’t stop thinking about u it’s driving me crazy 

you <3 : that sucks for you. 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : please baby i need u [Image attached] 

you <3 : jesus are those my panties? 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : yea, it’s all i have left of u n i couldn’t let em go. can’t stop fucking them while wishing it was ur pussy instead 

you <3 : eren you need to stop 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! :  i can’t, i’m so hard rn it hurts i need you 

you <3 : how bad do you need me, eren? 

eren : so so bad im leaking pre all over your pretty lil panties rn, fuckin throbbing just thinking about that cunt of yours [Video Attached] 

you <3 : fuck eren oh my god 

eren : yea baby? like how fucking hard i am for u? touch ur pussy for me, i wanna hear how wet u are 

you <3 : [Audio Recording Attached]

eren : fuck u sound like a mess, send me a vid of u fucking urself on ur fingers, stretch that lil pussy out for me 

you <3 : [Video Attached] 

eren : shit i wish i had ur pussy gripping my cock like that rn baby 

you <3 : you could. 

you saw his chat bubbles appear then disappear and you frowned, your fingers stilling inside you before pulling them out altogether 

the burn of rejection and embarrassment flooded you overwhelmingly at his lack of a response and tears prickled your eyes when you realized you’d humiliated yourself for his benefit all over again 

you laid there in shock that you let yourself get sucked back in so easily like you promised yourself you wouldn’t, stuck with the feeling of having been used and discarded like a toy that finally broke and was no longer fun  

when you finally stood up to head into the bathroom to clean yourself up, you heard a knock at your door 

“in a minute!” you called out, rushing to wash your hands before you answered the door 

the knocking was aggressive and incessant and you huffed, marching down to swing it open and curse at the unlucky person who caught you after embarrassing yourself in front of your ex for the last time 

except the person at your door was your ex, and he didn’t give you a moment to react or speak with how quickly he rushed to lean in and kiss you 

he was moaning into your mouth the second your lips locked, kicking the door behind him shut before his hands were all over you 

he was hungry for you, starved more like it as he roved his palms across your hips, and under your ass, gripping you tight until it hurt 

he cupped your cunt and latched onto the side of your neck, licking a wet pane over your pulse before kissing a bruise into it with his fingers drawing up and down your soaked folds 

“couldn’t just stay in bed,” he had finally breathed out, mouthing over your throat as his fingers sunk into your tight hole, the corners of his lips perking when he felt your lower half tremble from the intrusion 

“while knowing you were wet for me and i wasn’t there to take care of it.” he groaned, rutting his aching cock up against your hip 

“th-thought you were ghosting me when you didn’t respond,” you whimpered, bucking up into his touch and nearly collapsing when he began to thumb over your clit 

“never that baby,” he panted, kissing his way down your collarbones as his wrist curled between your thighs 

and when you finally stumbled into your bedroom he took you with your face smushed into a pillow and your ass flushed against his hipbones

he fucked you with a fervor you didn’t even know he had in him, his hard and toned sweat sheened abdomen curled over your back with his teeth sunken into your shoulder, marking you up while his heavy cock dragged in and out of you 

he’d already pulled two orgasms from you, however he wasn’t quite satisfied with just two measly climaxes, not after how long he’d gone without you. he wanted you limp and borderline non responsive after he was done with you 

he needed you to feel how the lack of your presence had affected him and how much he’s needed you during your period of no contact 

“fuckin’ gushing all over me baby, you do that for anyone else while i was gone?” he grunted in your ear, unlatching his teeth from your flesh to press kisses behind it 

“n-no ‘ren,” you sobbed, your lungs clawing for breath as he continually fucked it out of you 

“no? you didn’t give this pussy up to anyone else?” he hissed, raising a hand to smack the side of your ass, pulling you apart to spit between your cheeks and watch it dribble down to his pivoting cock 

“no!” you wailed, your pleasure induced tears soaking through the pillow beneath your cheek

your bed was slowly becoming drenched with what eren was doing to you, he had your mixed arousal drooling down your thighs and onto your duvet, as well as both yours and his sweat imprinting into the fabric 

“good.” he exhaled, completely guttural and primal as he shoved himself inside you

his balls hit your clit and his large hand came around to encase your throat in a tight grip, his lips attached harshly to the side of your neck 

“you and your pussy belong to me, no one’s gonna fuckin’ change that, you understand me?” he nudged deeper, his fat cockhead bruising into your cervix with his free hand nestled between your grinding bodies, rubbing your all too sensitive clit 

“y-yes — haah — yes!” you sobbed mindlessly, rendered an utter incoherent mess as he drew another orgasm out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over relentlessly with his index and ring finger tracing hard circles over your clit until you spasmed beneath him 

he guided you through your third orgasm with a rough and possessive hand, leading you through a wave of sensations no one else could provide for you 

“keep fuckin’ gripping me like that baby, juuus’ like that,” he groaned, his parted lips panting warm breaths into the sweaty crevice of where your throat and shoulder met, using your poor abused cunt to drain himself completely inside you 

he pushed your body into prone bone, laying you flat onto your tummy as he fucked you, burying himself deeper than anyone had ever gone before his thick and leaking cockhead twitched and out came his own orgasm 

long and plentiful spurts of his cum oozed inside you, filling you to the brim and then some 

after his hips came to a halt, he laid on top of you like a weighted blanket, his heavy cock jerking like an electrified muscle inside your tight cunt 

when he pulled out he attempted to be as gentle as possible, shushing you lovingly with delicate kisses sponged to your shoulder blades 

he slowly inched down your body with a kiss to your back, to your spine, to your sides, your hips, until he reached your ass, palming the round flesh in his rough palms adoringly 

he spread you open, exhaling with a deviant kind of awe at the sight of your well used pussy dripping full of him

pride struck him in the chest upon seeing how much cum he filled you with, never having seen a sight more right in his life 

he kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way back up to your pretty and panting little flushed face, gathering you up until you were laid against his chest securely 

“you okay?” he murmured, his lips pressed softly to your hairline 

“mmm, my left leg can’t stop twitching,” you mumbled, completely exhausted but still capable of joking with him 

he laughed and held you closer, tracing the curves and contours of your back with his fingertips, feeling your heart beat thump against his until it slowed into a calmer, less rampant thud

“we can’t do this again, eren.” you murmured sleepily all while making no effort to slide out of his arms, continuing to lay curled into him despite your promise of continued severance from each other 

anyone else would’ve felt deterred from your statement, but eren knew you like the back of his hand and felt no fear from the feigned finality in your words 

“okay baby.” 

safe to say he was back at your house the next night and you may or may not have been bent over at least three different pieces of furniture 

🤷🏻‍♀️

armin

your friends did not like armin in the slightest 

due to the fact that they were the only ones who could see how tightly wound he had you wrapped around his finger 

you were like his little doe, following him blindly and naively believing every single one of the fake explanations he’d conjure up to make his shitty actions seem reasonable 

but unfortunately he’s a smart man and he used that to his advantage over you, knowing that you’d trust him and whatever new thing he threw your way 

he definitely utilized therapy lingo to get what he wanted, stating that him trying to limit how often you went out with your friends or even on your own, was just him establishing “boundaries” 

oh and that deciding what was “appropriate” for you to wear was one of his boundaries too, that having you go out in something he deemed as too revealing was “triggering” 

it was astonishing how much you let slide with him, too blinded by love and the belief that he was only looking out for you to see his actions for what they were; pure control over you

and after an intervention held by your friends, you made the decision you never thought you’d have to make, and you broke things off with him 

he was caught all the way off guard by your choice, partially because of how sudden it all felt but mainly because he didn’t think you’d ever have it in you to leave him, let alone be even able to conceptualize a life without him 

at first, he figured you’d regret it the second you were left to your own devices, giving you a week — two weeks tops before you came crawling back 

but when the weeks turned into months he panicked, feeling the hot sting of fear course through his veins when he realized that the odds of you coming back were practically nonexistent, whereas the permanence of this break up began to feel more and more concrete the longer he went without hearing from you 

he knew he had to devise some kind of a plan to get you back and to keep you back by his side for good 

he reached out, relieved to see that you hadn’t blocked him yet 

he spewed some bullshit apology for how he treated you, claiming that he regretted ever doing anything to hurt you and that he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or even a response from you at all, but he doesn’t know what to do without you and he’s scared to be alone because he’s not sure of what he’ll do to himself

with the fear that he’d harm himself you didn’t even think to run it by any one of your friends, you just tip toed out of the dorm you shared with them and went over to his place to make sure he didn’t hurt himself 

when you arrived he was pinched with pink, his eyes watery and irritated from rubbing at them behind his glasses and his lips swollen with soft wracking tears 

he nearly fell in your arms when you reached out for him, going up on the tips of your toes to accommodate him practically latching onto you while he sobbed

“i’m so sorry,” he sniffled and you shook your head, rubbing his neck comfortingly 

“it’s okay, don’t be sorry, i’m here now okay?” you said softly, and if you saw the shit eating grin that spread across his face as he pretended to sob into the crevice of your neck you would’ve allowed him to collapse on the floor and walked out 

but you didn’t. and he made sure to sell the act of falling victim to possible self destruction and utter depression from the break up the best he could, nearly wrapping you entirely in his limbs as he cried and squeezed you as if you’d evaporate the second his arms loosened around you 

after the first night you spent consoling him and promising him that he’d done nothing wrong (he had) you told yourself it would be a one time thing, that making sure he was okay was important but prioritizing yourself was more so

however you’d quickly find yourself doing the exact opposite 

you’d spend the next following weeks sneaking past your friends and roommates late at night to meet up with him in his solo dorm, sitting on his futon while he cried in your arms over how much he missed you and still loved you 

some nights he’d lean in and kiss you and you’d let it happen

a part of you knew you shouldn’t have been alone with him in the first place, let alone kissing him, but the other part was an amalgamation of feelings too intense to ignore and deny 

you missed him so fucking much, missed his presence, his affection, his comfort, the way he seemed to always take care of everything for you no matter what it was, including the ache he instilled deep within you

making you cum was something like a sacred act for him, getting to pull you in his arms and bring a large palm between your thighs to soothe the throb thumping in your clit brought upon a feeling no one before him or after him could replicate 

however your friends promised you that armin arlert, the nerd who’s hunched over his laptop at any given point in the day and whose prescription glasses are thicker than a phone book could not possibly be the only person on planet earth who could make you finish, and that surely down the line there’d be someone else who could make you feel just as good if not better 

and in the peak of your grief from the breakup, you found it hard to believe their reassurances but nevertheless, they stood by your side as your anchor in staying logical and far, far away from him

they tried their best to have you recognize how shitty he was to you and how he veiled it behind sweet words and illusions of boundaries and the goal of strengthening the relationship 

but what they didn’t take into account amidst their defenses against him was that he was nothing if not perseverant. he knew quickly that he had to sever the rope between the anchor and your ship, acting as the lighthouse that brought you back to shore, with the intent on never letting you drift away again 

your friends had zero clue you were sneaking off nearly every other night back to his dorm, cuddling in his futon or his bed, comforting him on things that were 100% his fault to begin with, but to see him so torn up and devastated, it had you feeling as though perhaps you were in the wrong the entire time

and with the last time you had stopped by his dorm, he figured it was the best as any time to act before your friends caught wind of what you were doing and forbade you from seeing him again 

not long after you arrived at his dorm, he had you spread out on your back in his bed, and you laid there beneath him knowing that it wasn’t right, knowing that you were only burrowing yourself further into a situation you shouldn’t even have been touching with a ten foot pole 

you should have been making strides towards getting over him, not under him with his hand curled between your legs rubbing firm circles over your clothed clit with the heel of his palm

you knew his dorm was the furthest place you should’ve been in, let alone in his bed  allowing him to be back on top of you with his fingers drawing up and down the quickly dampening gusset of your panties

he hadn’t touched you like that at all throughout the nights you had spent with him post break up, and while you knew you should have pushed his hand away from your cunt and him off of you altogether, you didn’t – you couldn’t 

you just spread your legs further and rolled your hips up into his touch, asking and pleading without words for more  

“missed this so much, no one makes me feel the way you do,” he panted above you, his breath wavering into your parted bitten lips, his eyes trailing down your face 

“me too,” you whimpered, his fingers sliding up and flush against your clit, tracing circles through the material

“do you still think about me? about us, about this?” he slid his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and met your pulsing clit with two long fingers, taking his time to draw deep swirls over it, taking your bottom lip between his teeth when it dropped open and outcame a shaky gasp 

“y-yes, yes — fuck ‘min,” you breathed out, swallowing hard when he released your lip and trailed down to your jaw, trickling hot kisses across your neck 

“god,” he whimpered, pressing his bulge up against the side of your thigh, his warm breath fanning out into the side of your throat, his lips ghosting over your thumping pulse 

“tell me you missed me,” he begged, his voice throaty and just a breath above whiny, his cock leaking pre into his boxers as he dragged his hips against your side and rubbed your clit 

“i missed you so much, i miss you whenever i’m not with you, i always miss you,” you said, air lacking in your words with your heart racing within the suddenly tight confines of your chest, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to kiss and bite 

with that, you heard his breathing fall into something more ragged, more desperate and soon the sound of a zipper coming undone followed suit, pausing the rapid thud within your chest 

“wait min,” you rushed, placing your hand over the wrist he had down below his hips, palming himself 

“we shouldn’t, we’re–” he cut you off with his lips against yours, moaning softly into your mouth as he replaced his fingers with his bare cock, pushing your panties to the side to feel your dripping cunt envelope his blushing tip 

“i just want to feel you, please, it’s been so long angel, i need it,” he whimpered, bucking his hips up closer to yours, choking on a groan when he slid up and down your folds with the underside of his shaft

“you feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whined breathily, tracing over your hole with the head of his cock, dipping just slightly inside without ever fully putting it in 

“m-min you’re not wearing a c-ondom,” you protested weakly, your soaked cunt betraying your words by nearly sucking him in 

“i know b-but just the tip, please angel? that’s it, th-that's all i need, please?” 

your logic had fully eroded away at that point, and all you could do was arch up into him with every swipe of his wet tip across your clit, physically aching for more 

he was at a half plank above you, a forearm supporting his weight on top of you as he leaned down to crush his lips into yours, using your soft and pliant cunt as a grinding pad for his cock, sliding the heavy shaft of himself up and down your folds, nudging your needy clit with his cockhead and teasing both himself and you by never pushing his full length inside of you 

“fuck – fuck,” he panted, his movements having grown more rushed, more urgent, and he could no longer help himself before he pushed forward all the way in and felt himself cum inside of you 

you choked on a strained gasp, your brows drawing together from the stretch you hadn’t felt in awhile, slowly looking down to watch the way he shoved his cock all the way in, the way your bodies fused together like they were meant for each other specifically 

“m-min,” you whimpered, your thighs tightening around his waist 

“i-i’m s-so so-orry, i-i don’t know what came over me, i just – fuck don’t move,” he cried, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, squeezing you tight as he bucked up into you more, panting as he felt your pussy swallow him whole, sucking him in and draining him completely 

“oh, angel i–i, oh god,” he whimpered, using your pussy with every slow and deep push and pull of his hips, rocking into you back and forth, feeling your soaked hole encase him like nothing else could

he rubbed your sensitive clit, kissing you hard as he pushed you into an orgasm, groaning into your mouth when you came and clamped down around him, squeezing another weak load inside of you 

he slipped out inch by inch, exhaling at the sight of how you left his cock utterly soaked in your cum, a milky ring of what he did to you left as evidence dripping down to his balls 

he slid his tip over your cunt, collecting the cum he fucked into you and smearing it back over your buzzing clit, suppressing a cocky smile when you gasped and struggled to twitch away from the sensation

he took mercy and pulled away, laying beside you and not hesitating for a moment to pull you in closer, allowing you to melt into his chest

“we shouldn’t have done that,” you finally spoke after a few passing minutes, slightly pulling away as you looked up to him with watery regretful eyes, like even you knew your words held no real weight, just guilt 

he sighed and held you by your lower back, keeping you close with no room to inch away 

“look, why don’t i clean us up and we can talk about it after, ‘that sound okay?” he murmured, clearing away the sweat at your hairline 

you frowned and nodded, laying back when he rose from the bed and padded towards the restroom, not without swiping your phone from his nightstand 

he closed the door behind him and scoffed at all the texts and missed calls from your friends, setting it on the counter before he wiped himself down

he paused, chuckling under his breath when he decided to snap a picture of the cum stained tissues to send to your groupchat, adding the message : “she’s a little indisposed at the moment.” along with it 

he shut off your phone completely as soon as he saw the text bubbles leap into action, hurriedly tucking it into his back pocket before making his way back into his room with a damp towel and a list full of ways he’d convince you to stay with him 

jean

jean is a self proclaimed ugly duckling who turned handsome later on in life, and he would be the first to admit to that as well as the fact that he wasn’t very popular in high school nor with the ladies for most of his adolescence 

he didn’t have his first kiss until his senior year and he’s about 85% sure it was a dare on the girl’s behalf 

it wasn’t until college that he grew into his looks, started working out and focusing on becoming the man he was content with, not the man that he thought other people would like 

due to this, he received an influx of attention hurdled his way at a level and rate that felt extremely foreign to him, but was welcomed all the same 

he loved meeting up with the kind of girls he never thought he’d be able to score and he loved being the kind of guy men looked up to and women wanted 

but when you entered his life, he was almost instantaneously smitten with you and you only, maintaining a slight sense of disbelief throughout the relationship that a girl like you could ever want him 

but what you weren’t smitten with was watching your boyfriend get hit on and have him laugh it off and offer a response that wasn’t necessarily flirty, but way too…friendly for your liking 

he never cheated on you, never would have dreamed about it in a million years and beyond, but you could sense he liked the attention, liked being wanted and gawked at by men and women alike 

he was hypocritical about it which infuriated you to no end, because when the inverse would occur, he’d grow green with jealousy and fume at the thought of another man taking you away or looking at you the same way he did 

but when you would express your concerns about the amount of attention he was receiving, he’d almost be sort of dismissive of it, like he either couldn’t see what you were seeing, or he’d wave off something borderline inappropriate and say it was all jokes and that he was yours and only yours, that no one else could compare no matter how hard they tried 

but you grew sick and tired of the same song and dance, the same arguments, the same dismissive comments and most of all, you were drained from seeing so many people fawn over your boyfriend and have him not see an issue with it at all

so as much as you didn’t want to resort to it, you broke up with him 

you didn’t think it would’ve affected him as much as it did, but it just about ruined him 

you figured he’d hop onto the next girl who was spamming his dms but that was the furthest thing from reality 

he got annoying real fast about everything, he unfollowed every single person except for you, uncaring to the fact that you had unfollowed him the second you two broke up 

he changed his pfp to “i heart my ex” changed his bio to “i miss my ex, baby come back home!!!!!” posted about you on his instagram notes, reposted the most depressing things known to man on tik tok, and publicly yearned for you like no other 

it was an embarrassing sight to behold for sure, but not to him, nothing was too embarrassing if it granted him at least a sliver of a chance in getting you back 

your friends clowned on him in the groupchat, sending screen recordings of his stories where he was learning how to play your favorite songs on guitar, or how they caught “bot” accounts liking their posts that only featured you under the username “imissmybeautifulex3000” or “comebackhomebaby”

and you’d laugh and join in on the fun, all without mentioning that you actually  missed him too, just as much as he missed you, except…maybe less publicly than he did 

or how sometimes you actually would respond to his texts and late night facetimes, or how on occasion you allow him to pick you up from your dorm at one to three in the morning and let him eat you out in the backseat of his car 

you didn’t think it was worth mentioning, not when you had no plans of actually getting back together with him

you just missed him, and who didn’t miss their ex? 

especially when they could go down on you the way he could 

he never expected anything in return either, he was always just more than happy whenever he had you lay back and spread your legs open for him, granting him the privilege of feeling your warm, wet and perfect cunt in his mouth 

“fuck my mouth baby, jus’ use me,” he breathed out between your legs the last time he had you in his car, his hands gripping indents of themselves into your thighs as he forced you open, tickling your soft skin with his facial hair when he went back down 

he branded his tongue across your clit and buried his face far between your legs, moaning as he humped the carseat beneath him, nearly cumming in his pants when you yanked on his hair and forced him at just the right angle for yourself, using him like a toy with the way you fucked your clit between his lips 

“f-fuck, suck on it ha-arder, jean,” you cried, pressing his mouth deeper onto your clit, rolling your hips against his tongue 

he moaned into your cunt, pushing you back into his backseat the more he devoured you, sucking on your clit with two fingers coming up to slip inside your hole, pinning you down when you cried out and tried to squirm away from it 

he just couldn’t leave you alone, couldn’t help himself from doing anything to please you or to sway you back into giving him another chance, and a part of him hoped that with you giving him this kind of access to you, with letting him eat your pussy until you were sobbing and writhing, making a complete mess of his face in the process, that maybe he was well on his way of making you his again 

and when you had tapped his arm, whimpering for him to stop and to come up to kiss you, something you usually never allowed him to do during nights like this, his hope only increased, especially when your hand found his aching bulge and began to palm it 

“f-fuck,” he panted into your mouth, pulling apart just to look at you, admiring you in all your beauty before he ducked back down and kissed you hard, thrusting into your hand 

his cock twitched with anticipation when he felt you undo his jeans, moaning shakily above you as you fished him out of his boxers and began to pump him in your soft hand, gripping him just right at the base of his shaft 

“oh god — baby,” he nearly whimpered, trying his best to not collapse on top of you 

“i need you to fuck me jean, please?” he could have came right then and there, looking down at your beautiful, breathless figure, your eyes lined with pleasure induced tears, smaller hand jerking him off and brushing his fat cockhead against your clit as if he needed anymore convincing

“yeah?” he breathed out, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating your needy, honeyed words, thrusting involuntarily into your hand, clenching his jaw to swallow down the shaky moan that threatened to slip out 

“yeah,” you nodded, slowly sitting up, prompting him to do the same 

his back was slick with sweat and clung to the leather seat behind him, his face buried in your chest, kissing and nipping into your soft skin as he guided your cunt onto his cock, reveling in how fucking good you felt wrapped around him 

“you feel so perfect, jus’ like that, don’t stop squeezing me – fuck, please don’t stop,” he gasped, sinking his teeth into the side of your breast, groaning around your warm flesh his arms tightened around you, his hands slipping under your ass to drag you up and down his cock 

“shit – jean,” you cried out, hiding your face in his neck, huffing his cologne as you felt him hit deep inside your cunt, his soft thatch of pubic hair grinding right up against your clit with every downward slam of your hips 

but that wouldn’t do, he needed to see your pretty face as he fucked you, having gone far too long without seeing it 

he snuck his hand behind the nape of your neck and up the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair before tugging down, forcing you to crane back and expose your throat and pretty little teary eyed face 

“don’t fuckin’ hide from me, ‘wanna see how good m’making you feel baby,” he groaned, latching his lips onto your chest, staring up at you from under his lashes as your pussy gripped him, pulsing all around his twitching cock at the way he spoke to you and took your cunt 

“say you love how it feels,” he grunted into your skin, sending a hard thrust deeper into you, taking your bouncing breast in his mouth as you spoke 

“l-love it jean, love your cock,” you cried, your head rolled back with your hot moans fogging the windows 

he brought his fingers to your clit, keeping you firmly in his grasp when your body jerked from the feeling, nearly unable to handle the feeling of him ramming into your g-spot at such a repetition while feeling his fingers circle over your clit at once 

“tell me you love me, please – fuck i-i wanna hear it, say it for me,” he panted, losing himself in the feeling of it all, of you 

“lie if you have to, jus’ lemme hear it baby please, i’ll let you cum once you say it,” he pleaded, kissing desperate kisses across your chest up to your throat, cradling you by the back of your head until your foreheads touched 

“please?” he whispered breathily, his fingers toying over your clit gently, withholding the pressure you needed to cum 

without any hesitation you said it, your lips brushing over his with every word, your breaths intermingling as you spoke 

“i love you jean, love y-you s’much,” you slurred through the pleasure, gasping and tensing in his arm when he resumed rubbing your clit at the intensity you needed, your nails sinking into his back as you came all over his lap, sobbing into his neck as you did so 

“fuck,” you sobbed, raking down his back as he fucked you through it 

“i love you,” you cried, not a single trace of a lie in your words 

he shivered at your admission, choosing to believe you meant it even with the permission he gave to lie, squeezing you tight as he panted your name, fucking you through his own orgasm 

“love you so fucking much baby, love you w-with everything in me, i–fuck,” he hissed, gripping you tight and slamming you down on top of him, feeling himself twitch and grind right up against your g-spot as he came, spurting thick loads of his cum deep inside of you

he thrusted a few more shallow pivots inside you, lazily pressing kisses to your collarbone as he caught his breath

it was quiet save for the mutual struggle shared between the two of you attempting to ease your heart beats down from the heated and urgent act of intimacy you both engaged in

after a beat you slowly raised your hips to let him slip out of you, wincing at the sting that came along with being empty  

you remained quiet even when taking the napkins out of your purse to clean the cum that came drooling from your well used cunt, heat finding your face in a strong wind when he plucked it from your hands to clean you up himself 

“there you go,” he murmured, patting your clit down gently with the napkin, and you hated noticing his gentleness in that moment, hated how loving and caring it felt. so you forced yourself to ignore that observation 

he then went to fold the tissue in half to swipe off the residue of your mixed arousal off his softening cock before he tucked himself back into his pants 

“thanks,” you mumbled quietly, trying to clamber off of his lap 

but he was quicker than you, he rushed to cage you back in on top of him, forcing you to look at him as he craned his neck down to where your eyes dropped 

“you okay?” he asked softly, taking your chin between his index and thumb, guiding your gaze towards him

“yeah,” you nodded, trying to not melt into his touch

it was silent before he slowly released you, relief thudding in his chest when you still didn’t look away even without his hand keeping you in place

“did you mean it? when i said to…” he trailed, sighing when your eyes diverted once again 

“i know i said that you could just lie, and it's okay if you did but –”

“i wasn’t lying,” you said quickly, finally flickering back up to meet his eyes 

“i wouldn’t lie about that.” you added, settling onto his lap with your arms over your chest 

he smiled through his teeth that sunk into his bottom lip, and he had to try his best to act accordingly, scared he’d ruin the very delicate fabric you both were inching over onto 

“i wasn’t either.” he replied just as softly as you spoke and you returned his gentle smile, nodding faintly 

“i know.” 

reiner

you loved reiner, you still do, it’s hard not to love someone like him 

however it’s even harder to be around someone who constantly suspected you of cheating, no matter how much you loved them

to be clear, you never did, and after you left, it took experiencing your absence for reiner to finally believe you 

he was good to you, probably the only boyfriend you ever had who treated you that well 

but almost like a caveat for being loved that much, there was one thing you hated 

you hated how he allowed his insecurity to get between you two, how it made him question things and overthink everything, how he just couldn’t seem to trust you completely due to his inability to accept that someone like you could love someone like him

it wasn’t fair, how he’d inadvertently take those insecurities out on you. it was far from his intentions to do so but sometimes one’s actions override their original intent 

you thought maybe the arguments would lessen the more you each found your footing within the relationship, but as it progressed, so did the back and forths of you pleading with him to believe you when you said you loved him and only him 

it was exhausting having to promise over and over again that no, you weren’t fucking your friend, coworker, peer, professor, boss – you name it

and then you realized that as much as you adored him, you didn’t have to stay and endure being forced to unnecessarily explain yourself time and time again. 

so, you left. 

when he came home to a half empty apartment and a letter explaining why you left, nearly everything in him broke that day 

he really truly believed he almost died within the first few weeks of the breakup, the pain from losing you was so severe he couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t do anything but either sob or stare blankly at a wall and dissociate 

it was hard on you too, the last thing you wanted was to leave behind what you two had built, but you also couldn’t stay in a relationship where you weren’t trusted 

and it wasn’t even reassuring him that bothered you, reminding him of how much you loved him was never a hassle, it was the disrespect that wounded you

the disrespect of being told over and over again that despite having proved yourself to be a loyal, loving person you were still a lying cheater no matter what you said or did 

things grew especially difficult when he began sending you flowers to your door every week 

the air in your dingy little apartment had suddenly grown crisp and fresh with how every inch and crevice was littered with flowers from him 

he’d also try to venmo you money every now and then and would want to die all over again every time you’d send it back 

but the flowers kept coming and each little note attached to the bouquet never failed in making your chest hurt 

it filled you with a cocktail of emotions; regret, guilt but also resentment 

you hated how sweet he could be, like he was guilting you into regretting your decision, and it worked, but it wasn’t fair 

you couldn’t understand his inability to stay sweet like that in the first place without accusing you of cheating on him every other day, couldn’t understand why it couldn’t just always have been like that. sweet words and no arguments 

and then one day when your doorbell rang, you sighed with annoyance, figuring it was yet another fucking bouquet with a heartfelt note attached to it that existed to ruin your day and make you feel like a bitch for having enough of someone who couldn’t trust you enough in spite of their unbased insecurity 

but when you opened the door and readied yourself to have to lug another obnoxiously large bundle of flowers, your heart sunk when you saw reiner himself standing before you holding them in his arms 

“reiner wh-what are you doing here?” you asked, defeat and shock mixed within your tone 

“i-i know i’ve been an idiot–”

“no shit.” you huffed, walking away but not bothering to shut the door, a silent concession to allowing him in

he sighed, not harboring an ounce of the urge to argue or disagree as he shut the door behind him, trailing in after you like a nervous puppy to your couch 

he sat the flowers down on the coffee table he helped you pick out for your place before you had moved in with him

he swallowed hard, blinking away his tears with his thumb gently swiping a dust bunny off the edge as he looked up at you

he eyed the space next to you on the couch and you nodded with slight exasperation, motioning for him to sit, pretending that seeing him before you wasn’t making you feel weak all over 

“i’m sorry for showing up unannounced like this but…i-i don’t know i just…i thought me delivering the flowers myself would be more meaningful, th-that apologizing face to face would be more meaningful.” he explained and you tried to hide the way you softened, feigning a look of indifference as you listened 

“okay.” you tilted your head, folding your arms across your chest. “go ahead.”

but when he began, you held a hand up, prompting the words in his throat to waver in place 

“on your knees.” you instructed, jutting your chin towards the space on the floor just in front of your feet 

he paused, allowing your words to settle into his brain before he ultimately obeyed, slowly sinking to his knees before you 

“i’m sorry, i-i’m so fucking sorry for how immature i was, how i constantly blamed you for my shortcomings despite you telling me that i had nothing to worry about, that i just couldn’t overcome my insecurities about being inadequate and would take it all out on you and project these fears that you were cheating on me,” he took your hands into his and squeezed them, staring up at you with big blue teary eyes 

“i’m sorry my love, i am truly and utterly sorry and i don’t expect you to forgive me but…i just needed you to know how much i regret hurting you and pushing you away.” 

you sighed, frowning as you gently slid your hands out of his, leaning down to cup his cheek, your heart thumping with adoration when he leaned into your palm with zero hesitation 

“you’re sorry?” you murmured, swiping away a stray tear that trickled down his cheekbone 

“i am,” he confirmed, sniffling quietly below you 

“why don’t you show me how sorry you are, reiner?” you whispered lowly, and immediately a pink flush found his cheeks, even tinging the tips of his ears as he eyed you from below 

“sh-show you?” his voice cracked and you shrugged, leaning back into the couch and watching him follow after you immediately 

“yeah, show me. why, you don’t want to?” you posed teasingly, cocking your head at him

and well, you were a fool to assume he wouldn’t have taken the bait as well as assume that he’d hold back in showing you just how remorseful he truly was 

he had you bent over your couch with his cock impaling into you from the back, completely dwarfing you as he laid hunched over your figure 

he humped you from behind like he was in heat, whimpering and sniffling into your neck over how much he missed you, over how sorry he was and how if he had you back he’d be better for you, how he’d be a good boy for you

“‘promise i can be good for you, p-please believe me,” he cried from behind you, his large hands groping at your breasts as his cock stretched your cunt out 

“d-dunno if i believe y-ou,” you struggled to speak as you laid nearly folded in half over your couch, poor little aching clit bumping over and over again into the armrest 

“please – hoah – f-fuck,” he choked out, pulling back just to slam into you and push all the way in, nearly suffocating you with his full body weight on top of you

he hiked a leg up on the side of the couch and slid his hands down to your sides, taking his time to feel your curves and sweat sheened skin in his palms before landing on your hips, tugging you back towards him and keeping you still for when he slammed himself right back up against your ass, lodging himself deep inside you 

“o-oh god,” you choked out, your eyes rolling back from how hard he was going, never missing your g-spot with his fat cockhead with every thrust he sent into you 

“m’s-so close,” he panted shakily, growing sloppy and sporadic behind you, and you whined, shaking your head as you pushed your ass up against him, craning your arm back to clamp your hand right at his hips, forcing him still inside you 

“n-no don’t cum yet, i’m not ready,” you breathed out, and he shuddered, your instructions making his cock twitch and grind right up against that little sensitive spot inside you 

“f-fuck okay, yes ma’am,” he nodded, his adams apple bobbing with a thick swallow, his hands grappling nervously around your waist 

“just go slow, i’ll tell you when you can pick up the pace,” you exhaled, inching forward to create enough room for you to begin rocking yourself on his rigid, leaking cock, showing him the pace you wanted 

he watched you for a moment, his brows having drawn together and his cock threatening to spill his load in you before you allowed him to at the sheer sight of you fucking yourself on him 

he slowed his pace and began to thrust into you nice and easy, groaning with his head thrown back at how you squeezed him tight and nearly lured his cock back inside from how utterly soaked you were 

you felt just about every vein on his shaft inside you from how languid and fluid his hips were, the new rhythm forcing you to focus on just how far his cock was stretching you open, molding your cunt to form around his entire girth 

he spread you apart to watch the way your pussy took him in, how with every forward push you’d cry out softly and dig your nails deeper into the cushion below you 

“it’s hypnotic,” he breathed out mostly to himself, losing himself in the vision of his cock disappearing inside you, how your little hole could take all of him, how no matter how far he pushed in you managed to swallow every last inch 

“fuck, o-okay now rub my clit for me,” you shakily instructed, grasping at his forearm from behind

he was quick to obey, he snuck a hand between your pussy and the armrest and circled your clit, matching the tempo of his hips grinding into you from the back

“you feel so fucking good like this,” he whined in your ear, leaning down to trail messy kisses along your shoulder and up to your neck, letting his words fan against your sensitive skin 

“yeah?” you breathed out, curling into him as you began to meet his thrusts with more energy, your cunt gripping tighter the closer you grew to your orgasm 

“yes,” he panted, rubbing your clit harder 

“f-fuck me faster, i’m about to cum,” you whimpered and he of course, obeyed once more and picked up his speed

his head fell into your shoulder and his hips came slamming down again, his cock twitching inside you with an eagerness to cum

“please cum for me, please fuck i wanna feel it,” he begged, flicking his wrist and turning his gentle swirls into rough and firm circles as he pounded into you

“sh-shit, i-i’m – fuck,” you wailed, thrashing beneath him as you came, burying your face in the bicep he had around your head to muffle your sobs 

he wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts grew sloppy all over again and he gasped sharply, grunting with a rough forward push inside you, fucking his cum deep into your cunt with a few jerky pivots, hissing at how tight you were gripping him 

he helped you ride it all out, grinding against your g-spot and massaging over your clit until you could no longer handle the paired sensations, real tears of overstimulation streaking down your cheeks and onto his arm 

when he pulled out he carefully laid you on your back, resting on his knees beside your head with a heavy lidded adoring gaze, clearing away the invisible strands of hair by your sticky forehead 

“you still with me?” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes lightheartedly, chuckling airily with a curt nod 

“yeah.” you sighed, shuffling onto your side with your arm supporting the weight of your head, peering at him as he remained eye level to you in his kneeled position on the ground 

“do you want to…be with me…again?” he whispered, having inched closer, his nose gently nudging your cheek and eyelashes tickling your skin, his warm question fanned over your lips 

you paused, taking a moment to inhale a deep breath, exhaling softly and quietly 

“do you think you can stay good for me?” you half teasingly asked, mostly to cut the tension that was making your heart race, cupping his cheek with your free hand 

he nodded with earnestness in your palm, holding your hand in his large one, dragging his thumb over your knuckles 

“let me think about it, okay?” you answered softly but more seriously, your eyes flickering between his 

Liu Kang; 

A lover. He will hold you close, taking you in, memorising your every crease and curve, every bump and scar. 

He’s gentle and patient while also being full of zeal and desire. 

He’s not one to ask for it per se, he won’t be so blunt about it. It more so happens when one of you will deepen a kiss or shift when cuddling.

He loves you. Your pleasure is his. Seeing you satisfied, not just in bed but being with him, brings him great pride.

Kung Lao; 

Likes to give, loves to receive. A 69’er at heart, but enjoys seeing your face more; he takes pleasure in staring you down.

High sex-drive. Can be multiple times a night.

Loves building tension during the day. He’ll teasingly throw slights and jest at you all day; replying to all your questions with sarcasm. Adores back-and-forth banter. 

More domestically, he’d love to watch you. No matter what you’re doing, even if you’re just brushing your hair, he’ll be watching you intently. 

Raiden; 

Slow and steady, almost hesitant. He needs time to build confidence and try out new things. 

I feel like he’d want to keep your sex life private. Where Johnny or Kung Lao might brag, he’d rather have only the two of you know. It feels more intimate. 

Gentle with you, but can squeeze your skin when he’s close.

Big on aftercare. Will take care of you so well. Food, water, fresh clothes, a warm shower, clean sheets and cuddles.

Bi-han; 

He’s not big on sex. He’s too busy, and there are other, quicker ways to relieve stress.

HOWEVER, it’s different with you. He could look at you for hours, studying you, trying to find a reason why he feels this way about you. 

Takes you like you’re slipping from his hands. Grips you, hard, anywhere he can; arms, legs, hips, hair, throat, he doesn’t care, he’s grabbing it.

Incredibly spontaneous. You’re almost exclusively bent over something, if not you’re against a wall.

Kuai Liang; 

Gives you everything you ever wanted. You will always be satisfied.

90% love-making, 10% fucking. It’s rare, but sometimes just really needs you.

Soft grabs and deep kisses are his go to. 

Will let his hands glide up your thighs or your arms, often leading to the removal of clothing. 

Tomas Vrbada; 

He worships the ground you walk on, would do anything for you without a second thought. On his knees for you.

A begger. “Please” is his favourite word. 

Lets you take the reins, giving you the freedom to do whatever you want to him, but is down to take control if you get tired.

Will become an illegible, whiney mess. You make him loose his mind. He loves you, no one else could ever make him feel the way you do. You’re his soulmate.

Johnny Cage; 

As much as he loves himself, he reveres you like a deity. Of all the people he could be with, you’re the one he fell for; and he fell hard.

Needs to be able to see your face at all times, but isn’t opposed to doing it from behind, as long as there’s a mirror. 

Big fan of you being on top, with him thrusting, he gets to see himself and you at the same time, plus he can control the pace, it’s a no-brainer. 

He’s an “anytime, any place” kinda guy., you just have to say the word. Pool, Janitors closet, dressing room, toilets, he’s in.

Kenshi Takahashi;

Loves to feel you close. Skin-on-skin contact is an absolute must. He’s obsessed with your body.

Needs your wrapped around him, his head buried in your neck.

Pillowtalk KING. Cherishes being wrapped up in the covers with you, just holding you, reminding you how much he loves you.

Trusts you fully, you see him at his most vulnerable, he loves not having to be on his guard. Has a small kink for letting you take complete control.

Syzoth;

It’s a weird situation with him, you being warm and him being cold. He cannot get enough of entering you, feeling that warmth, it drives him crazy.

Lasts a long time. Big on edging. 

You tend to get caught up in laughing with each other, you’ll just look at each other and giggle. Enhances the feeling tenfold.

Can sandwich you between his cold body and a cold wall, he loves the way you heat up. 

Shang Tsung; 

You serve him. Seeing you on your knees gets him going. 

He never does it laying down, he’s always sitting or standing. You’re either bent over, on his lap, or on your knees.

Crazy for hair pulling, loves pulling you back and staring at the mess he made of your face. 

Will reward you, loves when you beg for him, show him you yearn for him.

Reiko; 

Post. Fight. Sex.

His adrenaline is high, his chest heaving - still trying to catch his breath, covered in blood, his only thought is you.

Absolutely feral. 

From behind, your hair is being pulled, your waist gripped, throat choked, your ear bitten.

Havik; 

Likes to be served, 100%. 

An exhibitionist. Likes to humiliate you, but also show you off. 

Youre HIS. Everyone, from outworld to the neatherrealm to earthrealm, will know about how good he makes you feel.   

Will degrade you but simultaneously tell you how good you feel. 

Smoke

...loves that you love to kiss him. It caught him off guard at first because it happened so frequently but he got used to it quickly. This man would even pout if you didn't give him the same amount of kisses as before. Yes...he counted. It didn't take long for him to return the favor too. Random times of the day he'll walk up behind you and just copy what you did with his own touch. Oh, and believe me when I say he'll be expecting it every time he gets home. Literally every. Time.

Sub-Zero

...didn't like it at first. He thought you were being overbearing or maybe just teasing him, but after a good while he slowly warmed up to it. Don't do it so often cause he might get sick of it again. But when you time it just right? He melts. It was a long day at the Lin Kuei for the esteemed Grandmaster, and that familiar crinkle around his eyes when he's scowling and silently asking you to make him feel better has him getting attacked with kisses in seconds, and he smiles to himself every time.

Raiden

...also loves it, but it takes some getting used to. Zero issues with affection, it's just that at first he didn't really see why you were kissing him so much. Eventually he just stopped questioning it and would hug you tighter. Don't think he doesn't return the favor too, maybe not as intensely but he has his own way of letting you know just how he feels. And if Kung Lao asks why there's faint marks of redness on his skin, he just blushes and changes the subject.

Kung Lao

... can't get enough. Speaking of the charming, cocky, dimpled man, he immediately got used to it. Knowing him he probably joked about coming home to that and you were like BET. It fuels him. Fuels his ego but most of all his love. He's like damn, my s/o loves me so much, who's getting treatment like this before leaving the house? Coming back from missions? Training? Even when he was all sweaty and tired? He's on top of the world!

Johnny Cage

She's demisexual in my mind, but that's not really important for these Headcanons. I just feel that this is only something she'd have any interest in with a long time partner.

sex is a very intimate thing for her. Very affectionate and loving.

Donna is so careful with you. She treats you like your porcelain.

She's a switch but very soft about it.

Like if she's topping, it's soft and sweet and affectionate. She's the type to spend ages appreciating how gorgeous her partner is.

If she's getting topped, she gets overwhelmed easily. She's very eager to please though, and will beg to be allowed to touch you.

Overall, I wouldn't describe Hannibals behaviour as clingy. Orbiting is probably a better word for it

You'd notice it in the way he always seems to be near in some capacity. If he isn't occupying the space around you, then he finds a way to inject himself there like gifts, letters, food, someone you know mentioning him, etc

There's a quiet danger in how easily he integrates himself into your life, like ivy

He's a very hands-on lover in private

He'll stand behind you and correct your grip on the knife if you help in the cooking (even if your method is completely fine)

He'll help you moisturise, casually spreading thick cream over your back and up your legs with this slow languidity, like he has nowhere else to be but with you

Brush a hand over your shoulder when he walks past

Offering you a taste of something from his plate

Insisting on organising and administering your medication it you take any

Reading to you in bed is one of his softest habits for sure

These moments are more about communion than being helpful.

He's always touching you in public spaces.

Not excessively as I don't think he is fond of PDA, but I think he likes to show his claim on you

Think things like having a hand on the small of your back to gently nudge you around, or taking a moment to adjust the collar of your coat, or resting his hand on your thigh

It's sweet in the moment, maybe even grounding- if not occasionally possessive

Depending on where you guys are in this stage could elicit different feelings however

His eye contact is very intense at times

You could almost confuse it as him undressing you with his eyes

He's doing more than that

He's literally dissecting you with his eyes.

Imagineing and appreciateing your bone structure and musculature

Wondering what flavour would go best with your flesh- its odd because he never plans to eat you, not really

But I imagine his brain goes there almost unconsciously, habitually

Rest assured it means very little to him

If you don't know that he's a cannibalistic serial killer:

His way of affection is intense but pretty explainable

His clinginess reads less menacing and more like he's protective of you, that he's unable to verbalise his feelings for you

Now if you know he's a cannibalistic serial killer and approve:

His best case scenario because it allows him to be more indulgent

He'll be more physically attentive, more warm, because he feels like he can trust you better

Not necessarily because he believes that you two are alike, just more confident in your relationship

Cooking becomes much more collaborative and more honest. He'll crave your opinion of flavour combinations. He'll allow you to have more power over the menu. He doesn't hide certain ingredients (though I don't think he'd take you down to his butchery downstairs even if you did know)

If you know he's a cannibalistic serial killer but do not approve:

Good luck

He's colder, but he cannot bring himself to truly distance himself from you even if you promise not to tell the authorities

If you stop living with him or attempt no contact, he's hoing to beviaing for your attention in any way that is possible: flowers at your doorstep with no sender information, notes that arent signed off, he'll show up in places you frequent, people you know will mention him fondly in your presence

If you choose to stay with him but openly discourage his behaviour or show disinterest or even disgust its much more complex

Physical affection increases during conflict because he wants to draw you back in

He'll want to hold you

His touch is firmer, not aggressive, but less optional

He'll lower his voice to a gentle rumble

He will NEVER yell at you. Ever. Never ever forever. Not his vibe.

He won't bully you unless you force his hand, but he keeps initiating touches you'd associate with the romantic relationship the two of you share/d as a way to distract you or remind you of how good he can be to you specifically

It doesn't matter how deeply you've caught him in a lie, he will do anything to flip the script in any way to keep you closer

He doesn't beg, he doesn't grovel, but he doesn't let you go either

He'll reframe your morality to make you seem in the wrong

Question your perspective

Dismantle your discomfort or fear piece by piece

His clinginess increases like crazy, but cause he can't trust you, not in the way he used to, not in the way he hoped he could

He doesn't follow you around like a lot puppy per say, but you can definitely feel the weight of his presence wherever you go

After all, he has so many connections, he knows so much about your personal life, your routines, and even down to beibg able to anticipate your next moves

You do NOT want this guy as your ex fr

Clinginess in the sense of jealousy it a toughy

It's not that he doesn't trust you, on the contrary, he doesn't trust others

He may attempt to isolate you, if you don't know, as a precaution from whatever others may say to you. We wouldn't want you shifting priorities of course...

If people openly flirt at you in front of him he doesn't blow up on the spot or pout later

He'll stew on it. Stew on your reaction. Stew on how he's going to punish such absolute blatant insolence in his face.

He's insulted that anyone would be so bold to think they can take you from him so... inelegantly

Reassurance is good when these moments happen

He'll absolutely melt if you suggest an activity together, cooking, reading, a hike, even if you just silently do your work in the same space

It won't extinguish that spiteful flame in him, but it'll quieten it

But if YOU go out to try make him jealous? Wow. He's NOT impressed

It will not make him want you more, you will not get anything good from it besides a petty Hannibal Lecter (and that's never a good thing)

If you have a nightmare?

He's very sensative to what goes on around him wo there's no doubt he'll know when you are having one

He may watch you for a touch longer than he probably should once he realises you're having a nightmare, morbid curiousity yk

As a psychiatrist and likely someone who also goes through his fair share of night terrors, he has a certain method he uses to wake you up and settle you back down:

He speaks lowly, touches gently, reassures slowly

He doesn't ever intend to wake you up violently

And once you do wake up and he's gotten you calm (if you weren't upon awakening) he'll likely ask what you remember

If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine

Now, best believe you'll get the big spoon of your LIFE these nights. You'll fall back asleep knowing comfortably that NOTHING is getting past him

If Hannibal has a nightmare

I can not imagine this man not having some freaky dreams that make him at the very least very uncomfortable upon waking up

Its rare he ever has a violent reaction to his nightmares, the worst you'll likely come across as his s/o is waking up to him staring at the ceiling like it just ripped up his favourite tie

It looks more like am intense sadness or numbness than fear

He will not explain what he saw, not until much later into the relationship

But if you offer to hold him?

He will not refuse. He'll bury himself in you as if hoping your very body heat will scorch away whatever unsettled him

He is at his most vulnerable, and that is where he is the most clingy

He never mentions those nights in the mornings

After the relationship began, it was rough for you at first. I mean, dating two people is already a lot to manage, and their personalities are so different that you had to adjust to each of them. Adjusting to Hannibal wasn’t so difficult, but Will was a different story. His random outbursts and seizures were challenging to handle initially, but you figured it out in time.

Hannibal spoils both you and Will with gifts and love. He doesn’t care if you didn’t ask for something; he’s going to get it for you anyway. His love language is definitely words of affirmation and gift-giving. As for Will, well… does he really have a love language? He loves both you and Hannibal, but he’s not big on public displays of affection or that sort of thing.

You guys do share a bed, but if you ever need some personal space, there’s always an extra bedroom where you can sleep and relax. The same goes for showering—if you need some privacy, you’ve got it! They completely understand that. Even though Hannibal can be a bit clingy at times, he will set that aside for you.

Arguing is quite rare in your relationship, but it does happen from time to time. The main person who initiates these arguments is Will. If he wakes up in a bad mood, you can expect him to express it. If you comment on his grumpiness, he'll respond with something like, "I’m not mad!" even though it's obvious he is.

Cuddling while Hannibal reads a book happens at least four days a week. Hannibal is definitely a book nerd. Will, on the other hand, is completely different; he just lays in bed and watches TV before falling asleep or stares at the ceiling until his eyes feel heavy. It's something that worries you.

When you go out in public, they never leave your side, always ensuring your safety. Will loves keeping an eye on you; you’re his favorite (after Hannibal). Their obsession with protecting you is unusual and goes beyond what is considered normal, but given that they are not typical human beings, it doesn’t really matter.

You always have to wear the best clothes. As I mentioned earlier, Hannibal spoils you rotten! You receive the newest pants, shirts, and other items the day they are released. Hannibal loves watching your reaction when he gets you something new; he truly appreciates your laughter and smile. He just enjoys being there with you!

The two of them bring you flowers each morning (if you’re not allergic) with a card that says how much they love you. It’s so cute. They are so in love that, in a way, you changed them without knowing.

You like when she teaches you how to play tennis. At first she didn't want to do it because she felt like she was obsessed with it before and it would ruin your relationship. When she finally gives in, she's the most gentle trainer ever. Delicately adjusts your posture, softly points out mistakes and how to fix them and gives you lots of praise. You make tennis feel like fun and not competition.

Cuddling (How do they like to cuddle?)

She loves cuddling while on the sofa or bed. In the beginning of the relationship she was always the big spoon but she eventually found comfort in being the small one from time to time.

Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She definitely wants to settle down. Insists on buying a house or at least a flat when the relationship gets more serious. She wouldn't let you clean and she wouldn't like to do it either so she would get a maid. If you like cooking, she's in love with it and the sight of you in the kitchen always makes her heart melt. She doesn't mind, if you don't.

Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

She's the dominant one but gives you a lot of space and is much softer than she was in previous relationships.

Fight (Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

She doesn't scream or throw hands when she's mad at something. She tends to say rude things or point out things that aren't necessary true. Once she notices she has hurt you she immediately tries to fix it. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what it was. I don't mean it, you know it.". She will try to hug you but if you need some time she will leave you alone.

Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

She loves giving you gifts. Matching jewellery!!! Anniversary? A ring. Got a promotion? Pearl earrings. Birthday? A diamond necklace that's more that you thought she can afford.

Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often? What are their hugs like?)

Quick hugs and a peck on a check in public. In private, every evening there's a cuddle session that ends in you two falling asleep.

I love you (Who said it first? How often do they say it?)

She said it first. You were the first person she had ever said it to. You were already dating for more than half a year and you knew that her not saying it didn't mean she didn't feel it. When she said it she felt very vulnerable but it's a sign that she trusts you endlessly.

Jealousy (How jealous do they get? Do they get jealous easily? What do they do when they are jealous?)

She gets jealous very easily. You usually notice it and calm her down. She would be very obvious - would tighten her grip on you or change her tone towards the third person.

Kiss (Do they like kissing? How often? What is their favorite type of kiss?)

She wouldn't say she enjoys kissing but she does. From small pecks to heated make outs. She loves your lips and would gift you lip balms to make them even softer. Her favourite thing is when you kiss her neck - it makes her melt.

Love language (What’s their love language?)

I think it's either quality time or gift giving. She's usually busy so when she gets a moment she loves to spend it with you and no distractions.

Morning (How are mornings spent with them? What’s their morning routine?)

Definitely slow mornings. Yoga or stretching together, a healthy breakfast and some time spent on the couch.

Nickname (What do they call you?)

Doesn't like nicknames but will call you love from time to time.

Obvious (How obvious is it that they like you?)

Very obvious. She changes her whole tone when she's around you. She becomes more soft. Big hearteyes. People can easily notice it.

PDA (Do they brag about you? Do they gatekeep you from others?)

She is very proud of you and will show you off all the time. Won't be really affectionate in public tho as she thinks it should be something between you two.

Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

Usually the mornings and evenings are really calm and quiet. You both have you routines that consist of some activities that you do together and some that you do alone. You two like to have soft music playing in the background.

Romance (How romantic are they? Cliche or creative?)

Very cliche. She would bring you flowers every week. Candle lit dinners are definitely something that happens regularly.

Security (Are they protective? How?)

Very protective and very jealous. God forbid someone looks at you in a wrong way, they are done. She won't leave you for even a second. If you get injured by any chance, she is more stressed than you are.

Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

She doesn't like talking about tennis. She feels like it ruined her relationships in the past.

Understanding (How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

She can usually sense something is not okay but can't really tell what. She doesn't always fully understand you but tries her best and believes in communication.

Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Depends. If she's going out than she always tries to make herself look good. But when it's only you two she doesn't mind not being the prettiest. She loves matching outfits with you.

Warrior (Would they fight for you?)

Definitely. Maybe not always with hands, but she would for sure scream or say some pretty rude things if someone hurt you.

X-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

Like I said, she tries but prefers to ask you rather than assume how you feel.

Yes (Would they and how would they propose?) 

She loves the idea of her and you creating a family. She would buy a diamond ring and have it hidden for months. She wouldn't make a big deal out of it and plan it. She waits for a good, calm moment and one evening while you are in the garden she just pops the question.

Zen (What calms them down?)

When she can lay her head on you chest and feel your heartbeat. She loves to listen about your day as you lay and caress her back.