If You Cant See It, Feel It. (JOHNSHI DRABBLE WAHGEGSGGEHD)

If you can’t see it, feel it. (JOHNSHI DRABBLE WAHGEGSGGEHD)

A/N: I love these two so much.. been brain rotting about them and my friend recommended I post this.. this is my first time posting on tumblr please be nice womp womp

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“I wish I could see your face.” Kenshi blurts out, arms crossed and face flushed.

“Oh, you are drunk.” Johnny huffs out with amusement, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. 

Kenshi pouts, “No – I mean it. It’s been.. I haven’t seen your face in ages, and I won’t ever be able to..!” He then shifts to further sink himself into the corner of the couch. His hands reach up to grab the blindfold, ripping it off in frustration as if it was an attempt to get his point across.

“I mean.. You are missing out on a pretty handsome face,” the other man laughs, placing an assuring hand on Kenshi’s shoulder as he looks into.. his eyeless eyes. Slowly, Johnny drags his hand down Kenshi’s bicep until his elbow, then up his forearm until it wraps around his wrist. 

“If you can’t see it…” Johnny starts, pulling Kenshi’s wrist until calloused fingers meet a chin with slight stubble, “then why not feel it?”

Kenshi swears he can feel his heart swell up and explode.

His curious fingers brush against a sharp jaw, his rough thumb coming up to feel the depression of a cupid's bow before brushing against a small slit on the upper lip.

“What is this..?” Kenshi queries with a puzzled look, thumb continuing to brush against the scarred tissue.

“Mm.. ‘S nothing, a little scratch from an old fight.” Johnny shrugs, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. He wonders silently if Kenshi can feel the gradually increasing warmth in his cheeks.

Johnny watches as Kenshi’s palm comes up to gently cup his cheek, the pad of his thumb stretching to drag down his nose bridge, feeling the arch of it. With hesitation, Kenshi experimentally brings up his other hand to the back of Johnny’s neck, combing up into soft brown locks. The hand that previously cupped his face trails down to his throat, nails grazing lightly against his adam's apple. 

“You’re.. going a bit further than my face, eh?” Johnny awkwardly laughs out, shifting slightly from the swordsman’s touch.

“Am I? Well, I couldn’t see that.” Kenshi bites back, lips twitching into a slight grin. His lips then press together into a thin line, retracting his hand before adding, “I mean, I’ll stop if you want—“

“No, no. It’s…” Johnny tightly clasps his hand around Kenshi’s wrist, pulling it back to its original position situated just below his jaw. “It feels nice.”

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AND THATS ALL. I mostly wrote this while being bored in Physics 😴

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Imagine Alex Keller requesting you as his math tutor at university.

You roll your eyes.

ROTC takes up a lot of his time, it's no wonder he's struggling.

But...

He's handsome, charming, kind, and he looks at you like you hold his fate in the palm of your hand.

You reluctantly agree.

Doesn't take long to figure out there's nothing wrong with his math skills.

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Just thinkinnnnn, about how you think Price or any of the boys would react to reader in this dress 👀

fuck that's a good dress, the cut of it is like it was made specifically for someone with really big hips to wear. god bless.

soap's first instinct is panic- oh god, did he forget an event? you're all dressed up, is there something you're going to that he can't remember? should he change? is it an anniversary or- no? well now he's just horny about it. can't stop talking about how 'double soft' you feel, with velvet covering your soft bits. keeps patting and squeezing you to make his point until you either bat him away with a laugh or let him hike the skirt up so he can bend you over the arm of the couch.

gaz immediately feels underdressed and changes into something nicer, insisting you two go out. it's clear immediately he's showing you off as he takes you to a fancy bar, spending the night buying you nice cocktails with his hand permanently affixed to your lower back. after two drinks he leans in and whispers "look at that girl at the end of the bar. look at her face. she wants to be you so bad, it's killin' her. and who can blame her? just look at you." he says before he drags you off to the bathrooms with a sly grin.

price can't stop smiling. it's bright and awestruck, crinkling the corners of his eyes. even when he pulls you into his arms he leans back a little, just to get a good look at you. he loves how it exaggerates your curves, and he proves it by constantly running his hand over your hip. tells you over and over how good the color looks on you, how you should wear this more often. you almost don't even notice that he's slowly moving you towards the bedroom until you back into the doorframe.

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