#firstkiss

Another Soccer Saturday video meant only that Alfie could get pissed and call it work. This time, the group had migrated to Manchester, since Haaland had scored a screamer not two minutes after kick-off.

There were the usual jokes and games, pints and pouches of snus after he'd caved and accepted one from a fan. Peer pressure would be his end, he could see it now. But hadn't it always been like that?

Even before he was built like a brick shithouse and found a trim that didn't make him look like a complete melt. He hadn't been thinking much of before, or after, until he cast his eyes over the bar the group currently occupied. He was up at the bar, the rest of the lads back at the table with Chris. They settled on you and widened in an instant.

His feet moved before he could think to let you enjoy your night, the five pints he'd already had certainly not helping his intention not to interrupt.

"Reader," he huffed. "Funny seein' you 'ere."

Swiveling, you were faced with a wall of chest muscles, heavy cologne and YoungLA merch. Pulling your eyes up, you could only stare at him for a moment.

"...Alfie?" You could scarcely scrape your jaw off the floor.

"Mhm," he smirked, nodding. "How you been, girl?"

Your brows furrowed slightly as you watched him lean agaisnt the bar. "Uh... fine. Why..?"

"Why?" he laughed. "Fuckin' hell, just asking."

A scoff left you, eyes roving his face for any glimpse of that smugness he'd bore in sixth form, for the teasing glint that would appear as he'd sauntered up to your table and nicked the chicken off your plate, or stole your tie in the corridor, or kicked your foot under the table during geography.

"What you doin' in Manny?" the words snapped you back to the present and you blinked. "Um, sister's hen do."

"She's getting married?"

"Yep."

"Am I invited?"

"The fuck would you be invited?"

"Worth a try," he shrugged. Then he dragged his eyes down you. Slowly. As if not to waste a second, to soak in all of you. Your little skirt, your pink corset, the bow in your hair.

"Don't say anything," you said quickly. "It's a themed party."

"Wasn't gonna say owt. You look good, though."

"Mm," your eyes narrowed a little, naturally. At school, you were a far cry from pretty, but not quite ugly. Just.. you, whatever that meant. To him, it seemed you were a target. At least, when he was around his mates, who always seemed to change him in some way; away from them, he never pinched your arms or flicked your ears, or laughed at your expressions, he was just Alfie.

But with them? It was like Mr Hyde had come out and Dr Jekyll was tucked away.

You'd been cursed with a shit seating plan in the last year of GCSE geography—being well-behaved and getting good grades apparently meant to your teacher that you should be tormented endlessly. She put you on a table with him and Alex, the worst of his mates.

Learning about longshore drift was a death sentence, constantly on the receiving end of countless jokes, either entirely unfunny or bordering on sexual harrassment: "I've got a groin you can check out, girl,"

"It's a groyne, you twat," you'd scoffed at Alex, while Alfie just laughed.

But while he wouldn't stand up to you against his mates, he'd happily invite himself over to yours for study sessions and actually try to learn, to your surprise. He rocked up on a skateboard one day and the session turned quickly from learning about tectonic plates to how to ride. He'd held your arm and walked alongside you, chuckling at your squeals each time he tried to ease off even slightly. The cunt.

"You good?" he hummed, when a rowdy group of boys shoved passed you, heading for the toilets, likely to snort a couple lines or pop a few pills, knocking you forward until you collided with him.

His large hand came to rest on your waist and he smiled softly.

"Sorry," you muttered, shaking your head softly.

"S'alright," he was still smiling, a little wider, his lips parting and his fangs on show. "Come on."

Before you could protest, he was guiding you outside, one palm hovering just a few inches from the small of your back, watching as you pulled out a pink vape. "Cute," he hummed, earning a side-eye.

"What are you doing here?" you hummed, pulling it away from your lips.

"Just filming."

"Eh?"

"YouTube," he said, and watched your face go a little funny. "You didn't know?"

"Know what?"

"Jesus-fuck, do you live under a bridge, girl?" he laughed. "I'm in the big leagues now."

"Sure you are," you mused, rolling your eyes.

He huffed a breath, pulling out his phone and opening up YouTube to show you his channel, "I am, actually, thank you very much."

"Well.. good for you," you gave a shrug and watched him laugh as you took another few pulls on your vape. Your eyes darted over him for a moment, skimming the figure he had filled out nicely. He mentioned it once or twice, that he didn't want to be a 'skinny little gimp' anymore, and was going to the gym, but you never thought he'd end up looking like.. this.

Taking a small step forward, he tilted his head and plucked the vape out of your hand. "This is bad for you."

"I'm aware," you scoffed, reaching up to snatch it back.

"Ah-ah," he laughed. "Y'gotta earn it, girl."

"Fuck off, it's my vape."

"Yeah, and if you want it back... you gotta give me a kiss."

"Piss off." He took a few steps back until he was on the curb, holding it over a drain. Eyes wide, you lunged forward and grasped his wrist, "Don't you fucking dare."

"Just one.. s'all you gotta do."

"This is coercion." He only laughed at that, earning an eye-roll and a whine, "Oh my God, you are such a dick."

Then you were reaching up for his shoulders to pull him down toward you, pressing your lips onto his. Taking in a breath, his lips curved up against yours, but as you moved to pull back, he cupped his free hand at the nape of your neck and held you against him, flicking his tongue between your lips until they parted slowly.

Your face was on fire, and your stomach might just have exploded when you moaned softly into the kiss, but you didn't care much anymore, your fresh set sinking into the his shoulder and neck as you kissed him back as if to prove you still hated him.

When he finally pulled away with a rough breath, you gave his chest a little shove and watched him wobble on the curb, giggling as you snatched your vape back and turned around.

"Oi! Girl!" he called after you, reaching up to scratch at his mullet. "You still got the same number?"

You laughed softly, turning to look over your shoulder at him as you flipped him off.

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AN: hii anon, i hope you like this🫶🏻 i took a few creative liberties in making him a bit less of a cunt so i hope thats okay!!!!

summary — you get a bit too drunk at the work christmas party and spencer has to take you home, but you and alcohol clearly don’t mix very well.

genre — soft/fluff + angst

cw — reader is drunk, teeeeeeeny bit suggestive if you squint, spencer is sober, spencer and reader get into an argument at the end bc i can’t write a fic without angst oops, reader mentions her ex boyfriend.

wc — 1.6k

It was all Penelope’s fault.

That’s what Spencer decided.

She’d suggested the team go grab a few drinks after work now that they were hopefully finished for the holidays—if they didn’t get called in. Whilst Spencer isn’t a very big drinker, he still decided to go for an hour.

Until you showed up.

You came rushing in, shivering from the freezing temperatures outside in a black mini skirt with tights and a red long-sleeve turtleneck on. Not to mention the black heels you were walking in too.

Who knew he found turtlenecks sexy . . .

After greeting everybody and grabbing yourself a cocktail, you sat down next to Spencer in the booth you were all sharing.

“Hey guys,” You greeted.

“Pretty girl,” Morgan exclaimed, “How come you’re so late?”

You sighed, leaning forward so he could hear. “I dropped some yoghurt on my top earlier so I nipped home to get changed!”

Morgan smiled and nodded before returning to his conversation with Hotch.

“Hey, Spence,” You said, turning to face him. “What you drinking?”

“Uh—it’s just a club soda. Nothing fancy.”

You offered him one of your loveable smiles. “Are you not drinking tonight?”

“I—no, no I’m not. What about you? What are you drinking?” He asked, wiping the growing sweat on his hands onto his trousers.

“It’s really good, it’s a Bloody Mary. You want a sip?” You asked, holding out the drink to him.

Spencer shook his head. “That’s okay.”

“Oh, sorry! I forgot about the germ thing for a second.”

“No, no don’t worry. Plus, i’m pretty sure i’ll be the one getting Derek home tonight so I best stay sober.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What makes you think that?”

Spencer nodded his head to Derek’s side of the table. 3 empty beer bottles already.

“I see,” You giggled. It was music to his ears. “Well, don’t worry. I’m only planning on having one or two so i’ll keep you company.”

He smiled, all the nerves of the night disappearing. “I’d like that.”

It’s safe to say, that didn’t happen.

After the first drink, you went to head to the bar to order another, but Penelope intersected you on the way.

“You have to come do shots with me and Emily!”

How could she say no?

You had started to form a great relationship with Emily in the few weeks she’s been here since Elle left. Shots seemed like a perfect bonding moment.

. . . Until it wasn’t.

Three rounds of shots and another cocktail later, you were officially drunk. There was zero hiding it.

Spencer clocked it from across the room.

You began swaying on your feet like Bambi and your filter had completely gone. Your laugh ( which Spencer still adored even drunk ) could be heard across the room. It was during the last round of shots that Spencer wandered over.

He came up behind the three of you just as you tossed the last of the shot of vodka down your throat.

You slammed the glass on the table. “Spencer!”

Suddenly, you shuffled over to him, placed both of your hands on his cheeks and pecked his nose. Completely speechless, he stood there as the heat rushed to his face.

“You should do a shot with us!” You exclaimed, only rallying up Penelope and Emily even more. They joined in, agreeing with you.

“No, no! Really, I’m fine,” He protested, pushing away the shot you had grabbed off a tray that the bartender was handing them out on.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it instead!”

Just as you grabbed the glass, Spencer stopped you.

“Maybe you shouldn’t. Why don’t I take you home?” He suggested, slowly moving the shot glass away from your reach.

You let out an exasperated laugh. “I’m fine! I don’t need to go home!”

“I think you do,” He said, “C’mon, I brought my car I can drive you home.”

It was the pleading look in his eyes that changed your mind. Even drunk you couldn’t resist those puppy eyes and boy did you let him know the whole way home.

“You have such pretty eyes, Spencer. Like a puppy’s.”

“If you were a dog, you’d be a daschund.”

“. . . a really, really, reallyyyyy cute dog.”

After the twenty minute drive back to your apartment, Spencer helped you out the car. He wasn’t entirely sure this was even your building since you struggled to give him directions in the car—you couldn’t form a coherent sentence without going off topic.

Once you were in the building, he leant you against the wall next to what was presumably your apartment.

“Can I have your purse please? I need your keys,” Spencer asked, holding his hand out.

“Are you trying to steal my purse?” You giggled, your voice slowly getting louder. “You’re an officer of the law! You should know better!”

Spencer knew that at any moment one of your nosy neighbours you had mentioned to the team would come out of their apartment to see what’s going on. In a panicked attempt to keep some of his dignity, he pressed his hands lightly against your mouth to keep you quiet.

Your giggles softened as your eyes met his.

You were pressed up against the wall, Spencer towering over you by a few inches. His hand slowly fell from your mouth, pulling on your bottom lip.

He leant in ever so slightly, completely entranced with the flush of red across your cheeks from the alcohol and the haze in your eyes that stopped him from doing what he really, really wanted to do.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside,” He said, pushing away from you. He grabbed your bag whilst you caught your breath and took your key.

You exhaled deeply as Spencer unlocked the door.

What the fuck.

Once your door was open, Spencer guided you in and shut the door behind him. You could still hear every beat of your own heart as you swayed in the middle of your apartment—still tipsy. You could visibly see Spencer take a deep breath, like he was claiming himself down, before turning to face you.

“Uh—okay so,” He mumbled, “Are you going to okay? Or do you need anything . . .”

You drop your bag on the kitchen side. “Have I ever told you about the first time I saw you at work?”

The silence in the room was deafening. Spencer ran a hand through his hair before he shook his head.

“When Hotch was introducing me to everyone, you were in the kitchen making a coffee,” You began saying, “Morgan caught me staring at you. He told me that we’d get along well because we were a similar age. He said you were feeling like the odd one out because you were the youngest.”

Spencer smiled. As much as Morgan annoyed him, especially about his crush on you, he was always looking out for him.

“But I didn’t want to be friends.”

His smile dropped a little.

You kicked off your heels and walked towards him, your height difference now more drastic. You stopped when you were so close that you could feel his breath dusting over the top of your head.

You looked up to him. “I knew I liked you as more from the first look,” You kissed his left cheek. “The first smile,” Then the right. “The first conversation,” then the tip of his nose.

You pulled back, waiting for his reaction.

Spencer subconsciously leant down until your noses were grazing against each other. You could see the turmoil in his eyes. You couldn’t understand why he was holding back, you started to get an inkling he liked you after he spilt coffee on you at work. Plus, Morgan may have hinted at it earlier in the night after a few drinks.

So, you took the plunge.

You kissed him so intensely that he stumbled back until he was against the door. Your hands ran through his chocolate brown locks as his were placed firmly on your waist.

It was pure bliss. You could’ve stayed like this forever, but Spencer had other plans.

“W-Wait,” He said in between kisses. You pulled away from him slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

Spencer wet his lips. “I-I shouldn’t have done that. You’re drunk and I really like you. So, if you’re just going to forget this in the morning then I don’t want it.”

You stepped back, giving him some space. “Spencer, you didn’t do anything. I’m the one that kissed you. And I’m not even that drunk anymore, I know what I’m doing!”

“That’s not true,” He argued, “Alcohol stays in your blood for up to twelve hours and the legal limit until you’re classed as drunk is 0.08%—which you are definitely over.”

You stood in silence for a moment to gather your thoughts. Was this rejection?

Spencer dropped your keys onto the table next to the door. “I-I’m going to go. Please drink some water before you go to bed.”

“What?” You laughed, “You’re just going to leave? I thought you wanted this!”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. “Did Morgan tell you something at the bar tonight?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “What?”

“Did Morgan tell you that I’ve been wanting to ask you out since I met you?”

Your face paled.

“Y-Yes, but that has nothing—”

He scoffed. “He is unbelievable.”

You moved closer to him again. “That’s not the reason I kissed you, Spencer.”

“No, alcohol is.”

“No,” You stated, “I told you, I liked you from the first time we ever spoke. But, well, I was in a relationship with Chris a-and I didn’t want to be disloyal to him.”

Spencer sighed. “I’m going to give you some time to think and sober up. If you want to talk, we’ll talk another time.”

Before you could protest again, he quickly opened the door and left as if nothing happened. Now, you were stood in the middle of your apartment, pissed off and confused.

How were you meant to face him again?

until we dock

miles morales x blackfem reader | summer cruise AU

wc :1.8k

synopsis : seven days into summer cruise you've found yourself tangled up in a group of twelve teeangers, late night adventures and and a boy who seems to appear beside you no matter where you go. somewhere between shore excursions, arcade trips ,sneaking into the pool after hours and sunsets over the Atlantic, seven days suddenly doesn't feel long enough.

now playing . . Slide - Frank Ocean , Migos & Calvin Harris

resource tags // @cafekitsune // @honeyluvsw

the ocean was quiet at this hour.

not empty—never empty, but softened, like the world hadn’t fully decided to wake up yet. the waves moved in a slow soft rhythm in view of your balcony catching the morning light in thin strips of gold that shimmered and disappeared just as quickly as they came.

you’ve been out here since 8:30

now it was almost noon

your book was already halfway through its fourth chapter, pages slightly warm from the sunlight kissing the pages. breakfast had been served hours ago—6:30 sharp, your mom insisted on sleeping in but you couldn’t resist getting some peace and quiet with the sunrise before the staff started blasting a playlist through the speakers again.

you loved mornings like this. quiet ones. ones where nobody expected anything from you.

inside, the suite still, air conditioning humming softly, curtains shifting whenever the ship moved. but you stayed outside anyway, legs tucked beneath you reading with your hair pulled into what was supposed to be a high pony but slowly fallen from the friction of your head on the chair, thoughts far away from anything loud.

that’s how your mom found you.

“Girl.” she said, stepping into the balcony with an easy smile, sunglasses perched on her head, “you’ve been reading out here all morning, you okay?”

“oh—yeah.” you said softly

she leaned on the railing nearest to you, peeking at the cover like she was genuinely curious, even if she wasn’t going to read it. “mmm-hmm,” she hummed glancing back at the water then back at you with a fond smile. “Your dad and I are gonna head out in a bit,” she said “little excursion thing. probably gonna get a drink or two …or three.”

you smirked softly into the pages and gave a small nod, as a moment too long passed without her saying anything you looked up to see her look at you with a soft yet concerned smile.

"and you," she began, pointing slightly at your book " are not staying locked up in here the whole time."

"I'm not "locked up" I'm just, relaxing." you countered softly.

"Sweetie, when's the last time you've actually interacted with people your age hm?" She said now joining you in a seat on the balcony "I didn't book this whole cruise just for you to turn into a decorative plant." she said "I want you out there. having fun. meeting people."

a soft wrinkle between your eyebrows formed "I have people."

"Who?" she asked immediately leaning closer, intrigued.

"...people."

She squinted at you "That's not a person."

You sighed softly, faintly embarrassed because if it wasn't for your strong academic career and involvement in your hobbies you'd probably be viewed as a child who reads romance novels all day giggling to herself eating tubs of ice cream in a week.

She softened a little then, her voice shifting.

"listen," she began "when I was your age, I had boys lining up to even talk to me. And you—" she tapped your cheek lightly "you got it from me. you're gorgeous! you just act like you don't know it."

"Momm.."

"I'm serious," she smiled. "Find yourself a little fling, a boyfriend. some gal pals. something—literally anything. you're about to be a senior, After this, life moves fast."

You looked down at your book again fingers tracing the edge of the page that you've re-read four times to avoid eye contact. "I don't really..do all that."

There was a pause after that—heavier, quieter

Then she added, "I just want you to be okay. When you leave for college. when you're not right down the hall anymore."

You glanced up at her because you knew once she started mentioning anything about school or future-wise things she got emotional. You chuckled softly scooting to her chair now sitting in her lap like you were still 6 years old. "I'm still here you know."

She gently cradled your head against her chest, her thumb grazing your cheekbone and temple repeatedly "I know," she smiled, but it wobbled a little at the edges." come on. go get ready. I'm taking you somewhere."

you showered slowly, letting the warm water blur your thoughts until they didn't feel so sharp anymore. when you stepped out, the mirror fogged slightly as you wrapped yourself in a towel and stood there for a moment, just staring at your reflection like a blank canvas mentally sorting through your luggage for an outfit.

your hair was already a statement of its own—boho french curl braids, small and detailed, falling perfectly in soft layered swirls and ringlets. Your skin was warm toned and glowing from the trip already, faint tan lines beginning to settle in like proof of every hour you'd spent near the sun.

you pulled on your bikini first—simple white clean against your skin—then layered an off shoulder cropped top over it. soft fabric, breathable in this tropical weather. beige linen shorts followed. you kept your jewelry simple but intentional—gold bangles that made that satisfying clicking when you moved.

your makeup was light, a slightly brighter concealer under your eyes soft sweep of blush across your cheeks and the tip of your nose, enough to feel dolled up, but not too much to give you insane face dysmorphia when you take it off later.

and when you were finally done you looked up and paused.

Okay.

you looked beautiful.

as you stepped out of the bathroom awkwardly, knowing that your mom was probably perched up on the bed waiting for you, she saw a mythical creature of sorts.

"okayyyy," she said, pointing at you like she'd just won something. "that's my daughter."

"stop." you whispered, but your smile gave it away

"okay okay." she said her hands lifted dismissively, she got up, grabbed her bag and room key card. "come on beautiful."

you rolled your eyes but followed her out.

The ship was much louder now. people were awake. music drifted faintly from somewhere you couldn't see yet. laughter echoed off polished floors and opened decks. everything felt bigger than your room had.

your mom walked beside you, chatting easily pointing out random things like she'd been here a hundred times.

"and over there is the pool," she said. "Which you're going to use. Don't look at me like that."

"I wasn't—"

"you were."

You didn't argue further.

instead, you just followed her through corridors that smelled like saltwater and sunscreen and whipped cream.

Eventually, she slowed.

a set of wide glass doors came into view.

above them, neon lettering glowed softly:

TEEN CLUB/ ARCADE

your stomach shifted slightly.

"oh—" you said quietly.

your mom smiled like she'd been waiting for that reaction.

"yeah," she said. "this is you"

"it's... a lot" you admitted.

"lottttt of opportunity!" she sang pinching your side before turning to you fully her soft hands cupping the sides of your arms. "Listen, I'm not gonna drag you in there, or stand over you. I just want you to try."

you looked at the doors again. voices, movement. sound.

"just one hour." she said gently, the tone you couldn't say no to. "if you hate it, text me. I'll come get you."

You hesitated "..alright."

Her face lit up instantly.

"that's my girl," she said squeezing you softly before letting go. "Go on."

You took a breath and stepped inside the shift was immediate. cool air, bright lights. music low but constant. the clicking of arcade buttons and the soft hum of conversations overlapping like waves.

It wasn't overwhelming but it was loud. you stood just inside the entrance for a second too long, and slowly walked in.

your eyes awkwardly scanned for an untaken seat before sitting down at a nearby couch next to an outlet to charge your phone that was on 2% because you suck at charging your phone.

maybe you’d stay an hour like promised, get a slushie, sit in a corner for a little, then disappear quietly back to your suite and order room service ice cream.

a solid plan.

unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

“Hey—this seat taken?”

you looked up. A boy standing next to the couch he looked about your age—maybe older with a deck of cards curved in his hand soft curls that were slightly frizzy from all of the humidity. a plain white wife beater clung to his toned frame followed with a pair of plain light pink swim trunks.

you blinked.

“Oh.”

great job. excellent response.

he smiled a little

“oh—yeah. sorry.”

he chuckled and shook his head

“doesn’t look taken to me.” he reasoned

that’s not what you meant..

“no I mean— yeah.. you can—sit here.” you fumbled out

he let out a boyish giggle before he dropped into the seat with an easy familiarity that somehow didn’t feel intrusive.

“Soooo” he sighed getting comfortable his legs spread comfortably next to yours, but still giving you space. “haven’t seen you around yet, you just board?”

“no, I just haven’t been here.”

“whatttt?” he said dramatically “you’ve been missing out then. where’ve you been?!”

“the pool.” you lied.

“Ah—dang. really??,he said leaning his elbows on his knees leaning a bit closer to you, trying to see if he memorized your face. "I haven’t seen you.”

a soft moment of silence fell between you two before he spoke up again.

“So. now that you’re here, you can join us!” he said like some cheerful army recruiter. “if you want—no pressure of course.” he added quickly. “but if you don’t—you’ll miss out. definitely. seriously.” His wide, almost begging eyes locked onto yours before his face lit up again

“oh sorry—I'm Miles.” He said extending his hand out to yours.

very respectful.

you shook his hand reciting your name like how you imagined a scenario like this 2 weeks ago.

“Alright.” He said clapping his hand once firmly.

“the crew is over there—“ he said pointing briefly to a packed table of teens. “I was whooping their ass in uno.” he added before looking around like the FBI was looking for him and leaning closer to you he smelled like the pina colada of your dreams mixed with soft sandalwood.

“between you and me. they suck. like they really, really suck. I’ve been playing them for like an hour now—”

“miles who are you talking to??!!” A voice rang through the crowd.

he scoffed “see? sore losers.” he boasted pointing at them with his thumb before echoing back “my new friend.”

and before you knew it much more than an hour went by.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x fem!reader

Rating: Fluff

Prompt/Event: Kisstember - Joker: First Kiss by @kisstember

Based on gif imagine?: Yes!

WC: 498

A/N - I have a feeling that Megumi's OOC in this, but I honestly don't care, as this is literally the first thing I've written for him, so I need to get used to writing for him if I am to do more stories for him in the future!

Fanfiction Masterlist

How the first kiss with AOT men is

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Levi: It’d take forever to get to that stage. He’s so slow about everything, wanting to not only make sure he is ready, but you are. He could only do a small peck at first and then warm up to making out eventually. His lips are warm from how much tea he drinks, and are very soft. He'd purposely drink peppermint tea after he comes to terms with wanting to kiss you, to be prepared for all opportunities that could arise.

Erwin: Very gentlemanly and asks for your permission. You saw it coming from a mile away and wondered why it took him so long, but he didn’t want to do it so quickly in case you didn’t approve. It lasts at least five seconds, and he definitely swings in for more. Once that first kiss is out of the way, he will be kissing you all over all the time, especially in private.

Eren: Literally does it within hours of meeting. He stares at your lips, trying to hint that he wants to kiss you. He will say stuff quieter so you have to move closer to him. He quick and gentle with his kiss, and it does last longer than expected. If he chooses to do only a peck, it would not last long and give you less than five seconds to recover before getting another longer kiss. If he’s in a mood, he’ll start to try and rile you up by saying “I know you have dreamt about kissing me.”, and things like that just to plant it in your mind that it will happen.

Armin: So nervous and sweating bullets. He does ask politely and will hope you tilt your head in more, so he can feel relaxed. Once that wave of nerves have flooded away, he really loves it and wants more. He will be nervous the first few times but once he grows that confidence, he will be sweeping you off your feet.

Connie: Adores your lips and has complimented them from the very beginning, wanting you to take the hint that he enjoys kisses and affection. Aloof to many of the signals you give him, but once there is a very straight forward hint that you want to be kissed, he’ll definitely think of at least three different ways it can go before going in for it. It won’t be just a peck from him, either.

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