Akito Kissing Hcs

Akito kissing hcs

EEEEK! i actually am a fan of akito!!^_^ i think he’s very handsome! tell me what you think about these banners! i’m loving it unfortunately… makes it so much easier to make ‘em! obligatory sorry for OOCness, i don’t read the story’s half as much as i should!^_^” (omg also i wrote this while drinking a diet baja blast OMGGGG it’s so good)

Akito Shinonome kissing hc’s + more!!

He’s such a bully!

He knows how much you love kissing him, and uses it against you…

He can be seriously unbelievable…

Like he will give you the bestest kiss and than just…. leave you there

Will give a super super mean oblivious laugh when you ask him where he’s going…

“Huhhh? I thought we were finished, I have rehearsal, y’know..”

Messes with you cuz he knows it’ll make you so so frustrated:(

He’s really not trying to be mean!! He just loves you so much, and thinks that your angry face is really cute…

I wish I could say his lips aren’t chapped…

Literally LAYERS on chapstick too. He doesn’t know why it never works, and refuses to use the heavy duty ones because they “taste bad”

Tastes citrusy, he refuses to admit that he puts chapstick on

Will sometimes also taste like coffee (He likes it sweet, please don’t make fun of him. He really did try to be a bad boy and drink it black, he almost threw up.)

Is kinda rough if he’s had a bad day…

Bit your lip a little too hard one day and it started bleeding… He felt really bad…

Can and WILL grab you by the waist though… He’s not heartless! He can be a gentleman!

He is NOT above the occasional cheek cup if he’s feeling nice!

Talks smack and all, but one time he followed your kiss when you tried to break apart…

He was really embarrassed… needed a couple hours to stare at the wall

He knew then that every dynamic he thought you two had was a lie….

another mini fic!! >_< sorry if my posts have been feeling short, none of the asks i’ve answered have sparked me with enough inspiration for something long…^_^|||~ reminder you don’t have to only send pjsk asks! i’m in almost every fandom… =_=

Sometimes you wonder if your boyfriend enjoys watching you suffer, and it may sound weird to say it out loud, but you’re truly starting to believe he’s a sadist! What other explanation could there be for something this cruel?! It’s been about half an hour since you’ve given up, but you can’t stop thinking about it.

“Babe,” he chuckles, relishing in your frustrated expression. “Quit pouting, you’re being quiet.”

“‘M not pouting,” You defend. Spoiler alert, you WERE pouting, but you can’t help it! You’ve tried to go in for a kiss three times already, and he’s ‘coincidentally’ not noticed. He has to notice! There’s no way he’s hasn’t!

“Sure…” He laughs again, and that royally pissed you off. Just that boyish grin was enough to make you faint for a million years! How dare he do this to you?! You let out a noise of annoyance.

“I’m gonna get you, even if it kills me!” You let go of his hand, deciding to stuff yours in your - well technically his, since you’re wearing his jacket- pockets. This makes his eye twitch.

“What are you even talking about?” He snatches your hand back out of your pocket, and you can’t help but laugh - despite the frustration. He obviously can’t stomach the taste of his own medicine, so you pull your hand away again - much to his displeasure. “Quit doin’ that!” He stops walking, deciding to grab both of your hands.

“Doing what??” You play dumb, mocking his original cockiness as you pull your hands away.

“Doing that! Hold my han-“ He stops, realizing what’s happening, “you’re petty. You’re REALLY petty. I did that like 30 minutes ago!”

“If you let me kiss you I’ll hold your hand again.” You offer, shrugging with fake indifference. He sighs, he feels like a dog begging for a bone. He shouldn’t have teased you…

“You make me act like a total chump, I don’t like it.” He grumbles, leaning down slightly to give you better access, you intertwine your hands. HA! You won.

You close the gap, feeling his lips against yours. They’re slightly chapped, tasting of a fruit you can’t quite put your finger on. Your heart immediately settled, enjoying the warm feeling of your boyfriend. It feels like you’re mad for eachother, the shape of his lips molding into yours perfectly. The two of you stayed there for a while, before you realized a full out makeout session in public isn’t the best look for either of you. But as you tried to pull away, you found a stumbling Akito following the kiss, almost falling on top of you. His eyes shoot open once he realized what he just did

“I-“ His face is red when he looks away, you snicker. “I didn’t mean to do that!”

“You love me!~” You say in a sing-song tone, teasing him.

“I-“ He sighs, sounding defeated. “I do!…”

He was spacey for the rest of your walk home, staring down at the pavement. All he could think of is how weak he is to you.

‘God, I’m totally whipped!’

tipsy

🥂🥂🥂

tangled au

nobuddy feels like they have a sharp attention span these days, right? and we all just click “agree on terms of service” because its hard to love yourself sometimes, well

enter Terms of Service, Didn’t Read: a website and a browser addon that streamlines the terms of service of many popular web services to be read by the tech sunday drivers.

It’s graded from A (great) to E (awful) and if you have the addon you have access to the info about the website on your bar

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .ᐣ

the one you detest, the one you run to.

ᯓ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 .ᐟ wriothesley, alhaitham, dr ratio, blade x fem!reader (separate).

ᯓ 𝐜𝐰 .ᐟ i must've eaten something that's made me obsessively write so much about these bozos. anyways this is like THE trope frfr, ENEMIES TO LOVERS HELL YEAH, mentions of violence/blood and all that, angst 🤭🤭 and then fluff, crack, PINING, sexual tension 😌, 3.1k words (sigh), no use of "y/n" or "[name]", SFW, there's prob more but whatever ENJOY Y'ALL, rbs are appreciated!! <3

ᯓ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .ᐟ haha so im starting to run out of ideas!! if you have any you'd like to see me write, send them in!! thank you all so much, i didn't expect my fics to blow up 🥲

ᯓ WRIOTHESLEY .ᐟ

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 fibre of your being, you detested the man. You hated his cool, easy-going façade and uppity morals. You could not stand his cockiness, and you loathed his dimpled smile. And, most of all, you abhorred how drawn you were to him.

So why was he the first person you went to when that group of thugs were on your trail, planning on beating you up? When you had barely escaped their clutches with a sweet black eye and sprained wrist?

“Well, I’ll be damned. You were certainly not the person I expected to open my office door to at one in the morning.” Duke Wriothesley’s dark brows were lifted into a mildly surprised expression. His massive arms were crossed upon a wide chest, biceps bulging, and he was looking down at you from above a shapely nose. “What could Your Ladyship possibly want with a scumbug like me?”

You hadn’t stepped fully into the light yet, keeping your head down and hair over your face. You cradled your throbbing wrist gently. Sucking in a deep breath, you swallowed your pride. “…I need your help.”

“Oh?” You tried not to seethe too much at his aggravating, exultant tone. I’m sure this is just what he’s been waiting for. You wanted nothing more than to throttle him. Wriothesley shifted, uncrossing one arm and lifting his hand to brush it across his mouth, covering his sneer. “To think I’d finally be extended such an honour by You Ladysh—” “Oh, shut your mouth.” You finally moved into the light from behind him and kept your eyes down. “I said I need your help. Just for the night. I have these people on my ass trying to—”

“Who the hell did this to you?” A large hand grasped your arm and wrenched you inside, the door slamming shut behind you. You yelped at his grip on your injured wrist, flinching back. Wriothesley let go, and you pressed yourself up against the door. 

A gentler hand brushed your hair to the side, before grazing your cheek and delicately lifting your chin. Two grey-blue eyes gazed down at your injured state. “Who did this to you?” His words were softer, quieter than before.

“Just a bunch of hooligans,” you muttered in reply, wincing at your aching wrist. “Punched me and twisted my arm. Thankfully, it’s only sprained. I got away before they could break anything.”

There was a beat of silence, where the Duke just studied you. Your cheeks heated under his intense scrutiny. He had leaned in close, and then one his arms encircled your waist. “Come with me. Let’s get you upstairs.”

You said nothing, and his arm moved from your middle to your shoulders, wrapping around them tightly as he led you to the steps. Gone was his previous mocking veneer, now replaced by an expression torn between fury and…concern?

“Do you know those hooligans?” Wriothesley softly asked, and you hadn’t heard his voice be so gentle. You both reached his main floor, and he sat you down on the couch. You delicately held your swollen wrist to your chest. The Duke turned and rummaged about in his bathroom for a first aid kit. “Why were they after you?” “Debt my sorry excuse for a father left behind, I suppose.” You shrugged, allowing him to place an ice pack he’d found to your black eye, as he turned to grab another for your wrist. He was uncharacteristically silent, so you continued. “I didn’t…know who else to go to. I’m sorry for disturbing you at such a late hour.”

Where was your self-worth? Your dignity? Your pride? You once swore to never run to this awful man for anything. Never interact with him any more than you had to. So, what was this? This…sitting on his couch, during the wee hours of the morning, allowing him to nurse you?

This was too personal. Too close for comfort. Too intimate. Why was he looking at you like that? Like it had hit him he’d almost lost you. What was going on?

“Don’t worry about it,” Wriothesley muttered, and the couch dipped as he took a seat beside you. Too close. The musky scent of his body soap and shampoo clouded your senses. “What did the men look like?”

“I…don’t know. It was too dark to see.” You hissed at his delicate handling of your wrist as he bandaged it. “They’ll be back. They’re looking for me. I don’t know what to do.”

“Stay with me,” was all he said. Your head snapped up to look at him, baffled. The Duke stared back intensely. “You will be safe with me. Of course, it won’t be long. When I get my hands on them, I’ll…”

He trailed off, jaw clenching, and he looked away. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly. “Just—stay. With me. For the time being. Please.”

You weren’t sure if he was conscious of it, but his hand was grasping your knee tightly, white-knuckled. You didn’t know what came over you when you brushed your fingers against his lightly. He flinched, and then he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. The notion whipped the air from your lungs. “Will you stay?”

You couldn’t hold his earnest gaze. So you looked away, heart pumping. “…Alright.”

ᯓ ALHAITHAM .ᐟ

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 flecked with amber gazed at you vehemently. “Who did this to you?”

You gulped, averting your own eyes testily. “…Some Fatui.”

“Where?” You watched as his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell me, where are they?”

“Why? What are you going to do? Beat them up?” Why were you even here? Why, of all places and people, did you have to run to Alhaitham? This man has made it quite clear he despises your company, and the feeling is mutual. Yet, here you are, standing with the stupidly handsome Head Scribe in his living room, Kaveh snoring away in his bedroom down the hall.

“I’ll kill them,” he bluntly answered, and his face was stonier than usual. “How dare they touch you? I’ll wring their ne—”

“Oh, whatever.” You waved a dismissive hand and turned for the door. “Sorry for turning up so late. I’ll go now. You should go back to sle—”

“Stop.” A hand found your shoulder, and Alhaitham whirled you around to face him again. “Sit on the couch. I’ll get the first aid kit. That cut on your cheek…”

A gentle thumb brushed at the skin just beneath it, touch featherlight. “It doesn’t need stitches, thank the gods. Sit.”

The ashen-haired man pushed you lightly to the sofa, and you tried to ignore how good he looked in his nightshirt. It hugged every curve and crevice nicely, just like that stupid compression top he sports everyday. It’s like he’s trying to flaunt his built figure. It’s distracting, and you looked away.

It took a minute before he was kneeling down before you and nursing your skinned knees. Seriously, why did I come here? All of this you could’ve done on your own. Instead, the pompous, arrogant Head Scribe of the Akademiya was gently band-aiding your grazed skin and cut cheek. 

“How on earth did you get attacked by Fatui?” he asked softly, voice still gravelly with sleep. It ashamed you at how you’d forced him out of bed to let you in. Alhaitham didn’t appear bothered over it. “Were you wandering about again, looking for your next plant to study? Are you an idiot?”

You sighed. “I was coming back from Gandharva Ville.” You shifted slightly against the couch. “They just wanted Mora. I tripped and hurt myself. I ran into the bush before they could get a hand on me.”

“Well,” is all he said. Alhaitham pressed the edges of the plasters to your grazes, sticking them to your skin, and moved in close to nurse your cut. Your breath hitched. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the close proximity. “It seems some lives were spared tonight.”

“Whatever, nerd.” You flicked his forehead, and he just blinked at you. A smile was pricking at the corners of your mouth. “You talk all tough while you’ve got Kaveh’s bunny slippers on your feet. Real scary.”

Alhaitham shrugged. For once, you both weren’t arguing. Instead, banter was free flowing. “He’s the one who left them lying around. Goes on to me about the mess I leave around, but you should see how he flings off his shoes haphazardly at the door.”

“Mhm.” You pointed to the pile of books on the ground by your seat. “What’re those, then?” “Books,” he stated the obvious. “You might as well sleep here for the night. I don’t feel like walking you home.”

“Oh, such a gentleman.” Nothing beats this man’s bluntness. “Kaveh would. I like Kaveh. He’s nicer to me than you are.”

“Is that so.” Alhaitham slid the cap of antiseptic he was using on your cut back onto the tube. “Too bad. You’re stuck with me—well, I’m stuck with you.” “You are, are you?” You dared to brush some of his unkempt bangs to the side. He halted in his movements, and gazed up at you in question. You poked his cheek. “I owe you one for this. Looks like you’ll be stuck with me for a while.”

He leaned in closer, and you didn’t pull away. “Yeah? Why, how are you going to pay me back for this? I lost precious sleep over you tonight. What’s the price you’re willing to pay?” “I don’t know, you tell me. What will you have me do?”

“Stay the night.” He tilted his head at you. “And have a drink with me at the tavern tomorrow.”

“No Kaveh?”

“Absolutely no Kaveh.”

“…Just the two of us?”

“Just the two of us.”

“That’s all?”

“…I’ve got other things in mind.”

“Like?”

“You’ll see.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. “Should I be worried?” “I don’t know.” Alhaitham’s eyes flickered up and met yours. “Should you?”

“Maybe.”

“Mm.” Fingers brushed tenderly against your cheek. “Maybe.”

ᯓ DR RATIO .ᐟ

𝐃𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 Ratio glared murderously at you. “The sheer volume of idiocy you possess is truly astounding.”

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking, Doctor. You really are the most caring medic I’ve ever come across. And yes, it hurts a little—will you kiss it better for me?”

The man recoiled from you, expression twisted into revulsion. “Oh, you are repugnant. How on earth did you manage to get such a bruise on your face?” Dr Ratio stood and crossed his arms, looking down at you. He arched a brow. “It looks like you were hit—” Then it dawned on him. In a flash, he was squatting in front of you, grasping your upper arms, gazing up at you with fierce vermillion eyes. “Who did this to you? Who’s the bastard? When I get my hands on them I—”

“Woah, slow down, doc.” You held up two of your hands best you could with his grip on your arms. “It’s fine. I just took a smack from one of the Antimatter Legions. Nothing too big. I just need a bit of ice on it and I’ll be fit as a fiddle again.”

He heaved a sigh, and his hold on you loosened. You missed the warmth of his hands. Dr Ratio shook his head. “It’s like you’re incapable of protecting yourself. Seriously? You let them punch you? Where is your competence? Your sense of self-preservation?”

“Is this your weird way of expressing concern for me?” You arched a brow of your own. “Through degradation?” Then you winked at him. “Didn’t think you were into such things, doctor.”

A pink tint flushed across his cheeks. “You—! How unseemly! That is not what I meant, and you know it!” He threw up his hands. “Oh, why do I even bother?” Then the man ran a hand over his (blushing) face. “It seems as if I’m constantly afflicted with bad luck, having to deal with imbeciles like you day in and day out! It really gets tiring.”

“Ah, yes, poor you. No one understands how you’re basically shouldering the entire cosmos by yourself.”

“Exactly! See, sometimes you do use your brain.” He whirled around and went into his kitchen in just the next room. There was the sound of the freezer opening, him wrenching out the drawers inside, and the crackling of frozen packaged produce. He entered the sitting room again, a bag of peas wrapped in a cloth in hand, and he gently pressed it to your bruised cheek. He didn’t appear to notice your unimpressed look at his blatant display of hubris. “I can’t believe I’m doing this for you. I should kick you out.”

“Go ahead.” You accepted the ice pack and held it to your face. “No one’s stopping you.”

He harrumphed and grabbed his tome, the same one he always had on him and even smacked people over the head with. “Half an hour you stay here. Then you go. You’re giving me a headache.”

“You’re doing all the whining here, Veritas.” You leaned back into the armchair he’d sat you in and crossed one leg over the other. “And even so, you don’t seem to be in any particular hurry to show me the door.”

“I am a doctor. I do not reject patients.” Dr Ratio’s eyes were on his book. “Am I not benevolent? Kindly suffering the company of idiots like you.”

“So benevolent,” you drawled sarcastically. “Couldn’t ask for a more generous physician. It’s making me tear up, how unappreciated you are.”

“Goodness! I do suppose my great intellect and learned influence has had a miraculous impact on your rather dull acumen.” Dr Ratio turned and fixed you with a pleased look. It seemed he was immune to sarcasm. “Well, then, that settles it. You are to stay here the night.” “What?” You didn’t think you’d be able to bear any more of his arrogance and self-worship for much longer. “Stay the night? No. No, I don’t need to. You’ve been kind enough giving me this ice pack, and I really should get out of your hair—”

“Not at all! It’s no bother.” Weren’t you just going on about how much of a nuisance I am? You stared incredulously at the man before you. Stroke his ego right, you surmised, and you’re in his good books.

Dr Ratio stood to his feet before you could insist. “Now, let’s take a look at that bruise. Ooh. What a nasty purple.” You were beginning to wonder if he was bipolar, or this was just what all eccentrics were like. He nodded to himself. “You’ll be fine by morning. Recuperating here is optimal, and it keeps you out of harm’s way. That way, you won’t go around getting yourself punched anymore.”

You sighed. In all the years you’d known this man, you’d never been able to work him out. “You are an idiot, Veritas.”

“Me? An idiot? You were hit harder than I thought.” He pressed a hand to your forehead. “Are you concussed? You’re spouting more nonsense than usual.”

You didn’t even bother answering. There’s just no getting through to this man. You peered up at him resolutely.

He blinked down at you. “What’s that look for?”

You stared, grinned, and huffed out a laugh. Even with all his faults, you were rather fond of this prideful moron. “Nothing, Veritas. Nothing.”

ᯓ BLADE .ᐟ

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 against your clammy skin. Your hand clutched at your side. The rain was swiftly washing away the blood seepage from your gash. Your chest heaved; why was it so hard to breathe? The world was swimming. Even with the bitterly cold, blustering wind and lashing downpour, you felt hot, feverish, and lightheaded. 

The rooftop you had taken refuge on was shelterless, and the onslaught of rain had you soaked through. You didn’t know where you were. You weren’t on the Luofu, you weren’t in Jarilo-XI, you weren’t anywhere.

All you knew is that you barely escaped with your life. And life was gushing out of you. It’s so hot.

Your senses were all muddled, but you heard the sound of footsteps splattering through the puddles around. Slow, calculated steps, undeniably sure-footed, totally secure. Your heart leapt weakly in your ribcage, urging you to move. You tried. It’s so hot.

The footsteps came to a stop right beside you. You half-consciously accepted your fate. I die here, huh? How underwhelming. You ceased squirming.

“Pathetic.” A vaguely familiar deep voice. Expensive shoes and dark trousers were all you could see. A rustle of clothing, a slight creak of leather, and red, cold eyes flecked with gold. His bangs were plastered to his face, rainwater dripping off his chin. “Who did this to you?”

You barely had the energy to huff out a humourless laugh. “That’s not something…for you to worry about. I’m almost dead. Leave me.”

A large, bandaged hand reached out, slowly extending toward you, and you had no strength to flinch away. His pointer and middle finger brushed a tendril of hair out of your eyes. Then his gaze dropped down to stare at your bloody hand. “Who did this to you?”

You didn’t answer, just staring at him silently, blankly. Blade’s eyes met yours again. They were dark with a storm more violent than the one raging above you both. “Who did this to you?”

“The…IPC,” you breathed out, voice hardly audible above the thrashing rain and resounding thunder. “I stole something. They tracked me down. As you can see I…barely got away in time.”

There was a flash of lightning, briefly illuminating Blade’s cold, sharp features for a fraction of a second. He was silent, making no move to help staunch your wound, help you up, help you stay alive. This man was never one to care enough to even try. 

“Shall I kill them?” After a long moment of silence and him just staring at you, Blade’s deep voice drew you from your lethargic state once more. “Shall I bring them to you, and slaughter each and every one of them in front of you?”

You chuckled weakly. “I’m not…too keen on witnessing your bloodthirsty urges for revenge, Blade.” You shook your head twice, as that was as much as you could manage. “Not for me. Don’t do that for me.”

You closed your eyes, accepting the fact that this stone-hearted man wasn’t going to help you. Your consciousness was fading speedily, and your blurred senses barely picked up the sound of Blade heaving a sigh and stripping himself of his cloak. A scrape of a shoe shifting, and then his scent enveloped you. One arm found your shoulders, and the other slung itself under your knees, and you were in the air.

Your head rested against his shoulder. You forced open your eyes. “…Why?”

“Because,” he said, chest rumbling with his words. “I’ve died a lot of deaths, and you are not worthy of this one.”

His answer confused you, too much for your jumbled thoughts to process. But...Blade was warm. Even in the freezing rain and blisteringly cold wind, he was warm.

all rights reserved © kisstrela 2024. do not copy, repost, redistribute, translate, plagiarise or modify my work(s) in any way on any platform. thank you.