Secret, Sneaky Show of Affection Meme

[anonromance]

Secret, Sneaky Show of Affection Meme Comment with your character, preferences, and the like. Forbidden interaction, wrong place/wrong time, shyness of one or more parties, insecurities, inexperience, for fun or for a challenge - you've got to keep you PDA not so "P." Secret handholding, coincidental dates, leaning out the window, stolen kisses behind people's backs, the works! Just be cute, be fluffy, and be secret. Reply to others and have fun.

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Darcy Lewis | MCU | OTA

[tasedagod]

[M/F for shippy things.]

Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - OTA

[summerorange]

derek hale 🐾 teen wolf

[duelo]

[m/f or canonmates for shippy stuff; ota for general affection or secret admirer kind of stuff.]

Tony Stark // MCU

[shwarm_after]

[OTA! Also available in rule 63 Flavor!]

[tasedagod]

[Something with Darcy?]

[shwarm_after]

[Not sure I can actually do anything shippy with these two for some reason (it's just really hard for me to see) But if you didn't mind doing some fun platonic affection I'd be cool with it? For some reason I see these two as more sassy siblings than anything else lol)]

[tasedagod]

[Something platonic would be awesome. They might just run around trolling everyone for the hell of it.]

Hazuki Nagisa \\ Free!

[penguinbaby]

((pffhaha, Nagisa is NOT subtle. You'll have to force him to be.))

Re: Hazuki Nagisa \\ Free!

[makotoes]

[Hi :3 Wanna be (notso)subtle with Makoto?]

[penguinbaby]

((Absolutely! Sounds like fun =] ))

[makotoes]

[It's lunch time and they're sitting up on the rooftop in their usual spot. Rei's waxing poetical about something or another, Haru's staring off into space, and Makoto's doing his very best to pretend like he's actually listening to what Rei is going on about. He's not. He did try, but then Nagisa had sat down, and Makoto had casually leaned into him, and now that's all he can really think about.]

Do you have any idea what Rei's going on about?

[Makoto keeps his voice to a whisper.]

charles xavier ( xmfc/dofp ) m/m

[improvised]

oh hi again (now with a real tag)

[cointossing]

[Erik learned very quickly that, unsurprisingly, the meetings the CIA forced them both to attend were very, very boring. Or at least they were after they'd gotten the parts about not knowing where Shaw was (every time) out of the way. They'd keep checking their intel, they said, keep looking for more leads, etc, etc. Erik had learned a great deal of patience over the years, he knew how slippery Shaw could be.

And yet, sitting here next to Charles, listening to the CIA director prattle on about the various rules the newly-recruited mutants had to adhere to, how quiet this had to be kept, Erik found he wasn't thinking of about catching Shaw so much as... well, Charles.

They'd only fallen into bed together for the first time about a week before, after their first night on the road together. Erik had thought it a mistake at first (he still wondered if it was now), but it kept happening, even after he'd tried to deny it to himself. Charles had some irresistible pull about him, and after it had been firmly established it wasn't telepathic, he realized he was just utterly taken with the other man. Charles was, after all, the first real friend he'd had since before the camps. Erik was still learning new things about him, each one often wonderful in its own way.

Charles, he thought, thinking of how much he wanted Charles to hear the words as he continued: is all this as boring to you as it is to me? Humans have too many rules.

He let both his hands rest on his legs, and, when he felt sure no one was watching him, dared to let his eyes wander over Charles' neck. He imagined, as loudly as he could, kissing the exposed skin there, then working his way up to his ear, using teeth next. He thought of sliding his other hand into Charles' hair, picturing all of it in his head, hoping the thoughts and images would reach his friend.]

[improvised]

[ there's nothing even vaguely entertaining about meetings with the cia. it's much the same, only in different phrasing over and over again. charles knows that they have a different code of conduct to adhere to ( being as they are, well, different as they're reminded each meeting ), but it pushes a bit into being repetitive when their rules are very nearly the standard for basic human decency. with erik's presence, there's the immediate update on shaw, of course, almost predictable in its uselessness.

but erik makes a show of patience that charles can admire, even without dipping into his head to find it. then again, there's a lot about erik to admire. case in point: the mental utterance of his own name that reaches him, something that leaves the cia director in the dark.

a twitch of the corners of his lips is the only immediate reaction he gives to having heard the first question, his gaze still firmly on the director. it is boring, of course, and charles could scrawl a list of things he'd rather be doing and—

and then his lips part and he inhales a little too sharply, but nothing terribly obvious, his attention flicking to erik during those evasive thoughts — all loud and clear, thank you. there's a bit of heat that colors his cheeks, albeit just a dusting. this is hardly the time or the place, but there's always been something about erik that's made charles reckless, made him want to push boundaries set in front of them.

if you're going to accost me, even in our imaginations, i do hope you intend to use more of your teeth and pull my hair, erik, a return as his eyes slide back to the director, his posture relaxed against the back of the chair and his legs crossed. when he returns the favor of the images, it's with the feeling of a warm palm, flat against erik's hip, skating lower to curl fingers against his thigh. he thinks of gripping it, of pulling erik flush and tipping his head back and to the side to allow him more room to work.

if he has anything to say about it, he won't be the only one flustered in the middle of the meeting. ]

[cointossing]

[He manages to keep his face neutral when Charles reacts, just a little, to his teasing. His mind, on the other hand, bares just a hint of satisfaction, but only a hint. After all, he's just starting. And maybe this is reckless--no, it definitely is--yet he doesn't particularly care, not when Charles could probably erase memories if he needed to. Besides, it might be a fun test of his friend's self control.

Somehow he manages to hold back a smirk at Charles' response, a shudder passing through him at the thought of Charles wanting such things. Demanding, he thinks simply, even as he imagines doing just what Charles wants, thinks of giving his hair a pull, yanking it back before he can sink his teeth into Charles' neck, suck purple marks into that pale skin. And not just anywhere, either, but right above the collar, where everyone can see.

Erik, too, tries to keep an eye on the director, occasionally glancing at the others, about to return some teasing thoughts about how much he'd like to mark Charles just as he imagined, when suddenly Charles is returning the favour, because of course he is. Erik shifts slightly, legs coming apart just a little as that hand that isn't really there touches his thigh. He even lets his head fall back slightly, but otherwise doesn't move.

Normally he might be a bit against this, or pretend to be, but he'd started it, so he wasn't about to protest. Instead, he imagines giving Charles' hair another pull, thinking: Not a word of protest, Charles? You're just going to accost me in return? It's all faux surprise, and he pushes his approving feelings right along with it. Good to know that Charles is willing to play the game if he initiated it.]

harry osborn ( tasm 2 )

[prioritize]

Steve Rogers | MCU

[callmesteve]

Haurchefant | We're Taking The HoL to Ishgard! Online | ota

[fortemps]

[Because you can't tenderly love unbelievers without getting Witchdropped, of course.]

[haillenarte]

[did you say witchdrop.]

[because holding hands at witchdrop would be kind of awkward, wouldn't it. i mean, right after that whole ordeal of almost being thrown off the cliff and all. fortunately, the adventurer has already left the scene — which leaves francel and haurchefant, and hourlinet (ever the professional servant of house fortemps, he's gone to check up on the chocobo haurchefant rode in on) —]

[and inquisitor guillaime, who might be the real reason they'll have to be discreet.]

...I had not thought you would come to my aid, Haurchefant.

quietly screams and lies down

[fortemps]

[Well of course it'd be awkward to hold hands at Witchdrop, but since when has that ever stopped Haurchefant from doing as he pleases? And all the better that the adventurer has left, since it means that he can now focus properly on everything that has just happened, and the implications it has.
Or perhaps he can put duty aside for a minute, just a minute, and be grateful for what (who) he did not lose here. After the thrill and horror of that fight and this whole ordeal, it's not like he's exactly in the most hospitable of moods either; it's almost a dare to the noble Inquisitor to turn and see and complain.

(Most of all it's just to make sure that his best friend's not actually dead from his own piety and crushing obligation.)]

You wound me. Halone could not will this, and I certainly could not; there was no other course of action than to keep you from leaping to your own unwarranted death.

...And I know full well that you would do the same. [Perhaps not in the exact same manner, though who would do things the same way as he does? The point remains, however; it has always been just them, Francel and Haurchefant, and anything less than this is simply unacceptable.

He is almost certain that the feeling's mutual, not that he says it. The only thing he manages to do is stare balefully out at Witchdrop and keep from more enthusiastic shows of emotion.] Pray let it never come to this, and let us stay alive and in excellent health. I could not abide anything else, especially not now.

Lili Rochefort | Tekken | OTA

[domineeringprincesstype]

Makoto | Free! | OTA

[makotoes]

 

Kanda Yu | D.Gray-man | m/m

[kanda]

[redhairedrabbit]

[ Lavi had already been quietly reading to himself within the confines of the library for some time now. At the start of the day, he was sitting on a chair with one leg neatly crossed over the other, a single yet robust text situated on his thigh. Within the hour, several more books had appeared as he began to only read specific sections in the search of related information across various sources. He’s crossed-legged at that point, one book in hand and a couple on his lap. Another few hours to the current moment, and a miniature mountain wholly comprised of literature had somehow sprung up. While the stacks may seem somewhat haphazard, each text is within a particular location.

The redhead somehow found his way to the floor, his back up against the chair, shoulders hunched and back arched as he stares intently at a line of words. There is no trace of his usual smirk or smile against his mouth, but, instead, his expression is relatively neutral, calm.

An Exorcist should always be alert, but, although Lavi had never lacked when it came to having keen observation skills, he is entirely inattentive to the happenings around him. It is not difficult for him to simultaneously read and remain mindful of his surroundings, but a particularly interesting bit has captured his attention. ]

[kanda]

[The hallways are even quieter than usual on his way to the library, and he has to wonder whether it’s due to the amount of casualties as of late. The room itself is just as dead, but he can see the warmth radiating from the few lit lamps that still remain on.

He has to take noticeably large steps to avoid the stacks of books, huffing as he goes, but he reminds himself that it could be worse; the whole library in its entirety could be stationed on the floor.

Kanda is always honestly surprised to see how well-behaved the other exorcist is when he’s around books. It goes to show that, as rebellious a Bookman as Lavi might be (and as bad as he is with listening sometimes), he really is made for the task.]

Have you even moved from that spot in hours?

[Kanda figures Lavi will regard that as his ‘hello’, already busying himself with placing two tea saucers down onto the nearest table not dominated by books, along with the pot of boiled water he carried along, set on finishing the tea’s preparation. All that remains is to place the lily in, which he unwinds from the bundle he tied it in before tossing it into the pot. It would take good five minutes for the flower to bloom. In the meantime he finds a spot at the table, a foot nudging at Lavi's hip to get his attention.]

Hey, Bookman. Did you even eat?