9 or 11 for TinCan from the fictional kisses prompt please! 💜💜💜💜

11. When one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

They had been making out for what felt like hours to Can when he was sure it had really only been minutes. Tin’s lips were delightfully red and on their way to being bruised his body was warm and pliant beneath Can’s

Tin was hardly shy or bashful, their previous times together proved that, but for whatever reason tonight there was a pale pink cast to his cheeks. Tin pulled Can down for another kiss and as he kissed the corner of Can’s mouth, Tin wrapped his legs around Can’s waist and Can moaned at the feeling of Tin’s ass against his groin.

“Can… I want you to… I want you to do it tonight.”

Can heard the sound of a record skipping before hearing Tin’s request on repeat in his mind. If he had been an anime character, Can was sure his nose would be bleeding right now.

Tin blinked before kissing Can again. “Can? Are you-”

Can kissed Tin with a hunger that seemed to come alive from within. Tin responded eagerly, pulling Can closer still.

Can heard a pop when their lips separated. “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” Tin didn’t give Can a chance to finish before he pulled him into another kiss.

“Yes yes yes,” Tin murmured between even more kisses. “I wanna feel you tonight.”

If Can didn’t have an erection before, he had one now, straining at his pants, eagerly oozing pre-ejaculate at the thought of thrusting into Tin’s ass. He whimpered, mind already overloading at the idea.

“Come on Cantaloupe, you can do it for me, can’t you? Can you be a good boy and show me a good time?”

Can shivered before tearing off his pants and Tin’s. It was time to get focused and show Tin just how good Can could be.

Fictional Kiss Prompts

Maybe Kiss prompt 14 or 18 for TinCan? Thx!

18. Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

Can knew he was biased, but there was no better way to kiss Tin than sitting on his lap, feeling his legs spread wide by Tin’s surprisingly muscular thighs (apparently his boyfriend enjoyed going to the gym and wasn’t that a nice thought too). It had the benefit of Tin’s hands on his ass, pulling Can in, grinding their crotches together. A counterpoint of heated friction compared to the wet heat of their mouths together.

Can could also let Tin nibble and bite on his neck this way in an easy fashion. Every bruise a claim, a mark of possession that faded too easily in Can’s eyes.

It was also great because Can could do the same to Tin. His favorite spot was just at the joint of the jaw, under and behind Tin’s ear. It never failed to make Tin shiver with desire. Can had even caught Tin pressing the marks placed there absentmindedly.

So it was with great joy that when Tin sat down on the couch after a long day, Can arranged himself happily on Tin’s lab, the weight of his body pressing into Tin’s crotch, his dick already showing interest and their lips hadn’t even met yet.

Tin quickly remedied that situation with grace as he always had. Tin’s lips were warm and insistent and Can let them have their way with him instantly. Can moaned instead of replying verbally. Tin was good at figuring Can out, he’d figure out Can’s needs tonight as well.

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hello! :) can i ask for a mini angsty fic abt can being mad at tin? like lowkey seriously mad. because in ep 12 tin said to pete “i dont want him to be mad at me” and i feel like if can became mad at him for some reason, he would end up teary eyed, choking on his words and completely frozen not knowing how to act

Tin stared at the ceiling of his room, watching the light of the setting afternoon sun turn crimson. If Tin were more poetic, he’d say it was a metaphor for his bleeding heart, slowly knitting itself back together.

It hadn’t just been a fight between him and Can.

It had been a fight.

Can had told Tin time and time again to not spend his money on him in such extravagant ways. But Tin couldn’t help himself after hearing Can lament graduating later than expected since he couldn’t afford the next semester’s courses.

Tin had talked with Can’s mom and they had worked an agreement out. It was all done in good taste and she had been happy with the terms. Can had been furious. Even his mother had been confused and horrified at the damning language Can had used.

After they had torn each other to the barest shreds, Tin dragged himself home and only just managed to not suffocate himself with his pillows. Tears had already come and gone leaving nothing but stains on his pillowcases and sheets.

The silence was the worst part, it allowed Tin to replay the argument over and over. By the time Tin heard the gentle knocking at his room door, the sky had turned dark and Tin’s eyes felt dry and gritty.

“Go away,” Tin hoarsely called out.

“Tin?” At the sound of Can’s voice, Tin curled up on himself. Can tread carefully, as if the floor was laden with traps. “Tin, will you talk to me?” Tin only pulled his blanket over himself, his last barrier against the world and Can. But even the thick layer of cotton and feather down was not enough to prevent Can from seeing the trembling. “Tin, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. Please talk to me.”

“N-NO! You’re j-ju-just going to twist my words again!”

Can smacked his own forehead. “Okay, I deserve that. I’m sorry I said this was your sorry attempt to control my life.” Can pulled himself onto the bed and tried his best to spoon the mass of his boyfriend wrapped in blankets. “I’m sorry I didn’t get all the details before I freaked out. You were trying to do this in a way that wouldn’t piss me off and I should have known that.” Can rested his head against what he suspected was Tin’s shoulder. “Thank you Tin, for helping my family. For helping me.”

“Are you still mad?”

“No Tin. I promise I’m not mad. I shouldn’t have gotten mad in the first place.”

Tin refused to emerge from his nest of blankets, but the trembling had stopped at least. Can tried to pull an edge out from under him before Tin pulled him in.

Safe in the cocoon together, Can continued to whisper apologies until the sun rose.

Kiss Prompt 6 or 7?

7. Routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing
(Hi Anon, you didn’t give me a pairing, so I’m going to assume you wanted TinCan. If not, you can send another ask request with the pairing you want!)

It would always surprise Can just how quickly he and Tin had become domestic and they hadn’t even moved in together yet.

Can always made sure Tin ate lunch and Tin got them dinner on nights where Can stayed late for practice. Saturday was for dates and walks with Gucci. Sunday was for studying together.

Can had never seen his English grades this high in his entire life, never mind all the other subjects Tin was tutoring him in. It was amazing.

But the most amazing thing was just how casual Tin had become with affection. From a tumultuous beginning where Tin looked incredibly lost, unsure of his welcome, now the minute Can stood up to leave or approached, Tin presented his cheek for a kiss. Can, after his own adjustment period, was happy to oblige.

Can could be leaving for the day, leaving to get a drink, or leaving for the bathroom. Regardless, Tin wanted a kiss. Tin didn’t even look away from his computer, phone, the TV, anything.

And while it should have been annoying, it made Can feel warm inside, knowing that Tin had come to want this thing between them, wanted this tiny bit of affection and reassurance.

One day, Can decided to try an experiment. After providing a kiss to Tin’s cheek, he presented his own. Without even blinking, Tin kissed Can’s cheek as well before continuing what he was doing.

With an extra skip in his step, Can ran off for practice. At least now Can knew he could get a few more kisses as well.

Fictional Kiss Prompts

6 for TinCan pleaseeeee

6. Lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

Can had always been bad at waking up in the mornings. Even on days where they had morning practice, his ma had struggled to kick him out of bed.

In this struggle, it appeared that Tin was a godsend.

Can lay wrapped in his duvet, dreaming of food, if the licking of his lips was anything to go by. Tin ghosted his lips over Can’s and without opening his eyes, Can whimpered and presented them for a kiss. Tin cradled Can’s head in his palms and pressed soft, gentle kisses to Can’s lips with lazy slow licks at the soft lower lip.

Can moaned softly and his arms sleepily groped around before coming around Tin’s neck and pulling him closer by instinct. Tin chuckled and kissed Can a little more, nudging him little by little to open his lips a bit more. It worked little by little and Can woke up slowly with a heart beating with desire and lips that tasted like his boyfriend.

“Mmm… Tin… Give me another kiss…” Can whined as he sat up to chase Tin’s lips when he pulled away.

“Take your shower first and I’ll think about it.”

“You’re… eeeeviiiiiillllll… Did mom… put you up to this?”

“Come on Cantaloupe. If you get ready in ten, we can go get a nice breakfast before I drop you off at practice.”

“Don’t want practice. Want more kisses.”

Tin laughed and ruffled Can’s hair. “How about breakfast and two more kisses, but you have to be ready in five.”

“Done!”

Fictional Kiss Prompts

Tincan 2) for the fictional kiss prompt 💕💕

2. Moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

The minute they stepped behind the door to Tin’s apartment, Tin pushed Can into the wall and kissed him, deep and slow. Can moaned, closing his eyes before he curled his fists in Tin’s shirt, wrinkling it horribly, but it did the job of pulling Tin closer. Tin’s hands on Can’s waist pulled him forward as Tin walked back.

Breaks for air were not enough to see where they were going, but neither cared. Tin knocked into end tables and Can nearly tripped over the leg of the ottoman.

A lamp may or may not have fallen in sacrifice as well.

After Can nearly stubbed his toe, both decided the couch was close enough to enjoy the rest of their make-out session.

Tin was laid out on his back as Can pressed light kisses across Tin’s face before finding Tin’s lips again. Tin accepted all the kisses happily, humming with delight.

The world faded away between them, lost in each other.

The couch also sufficed for everything else they got up to that afternoon.

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_{Tin + little signs that he could trust Can}

— Junot Díaz

Can you do Tincan, prompt #1 or #13, pretty please? <3

freshandnewwie:

Why not both, dear? ❤️

#1: “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Tin sat beside Can in the parked car. The only sound heard was the sound of the engine running. Can gulped at the dead silence he was getting from his boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” came out of his mouth before he could stop himself, even though he didn’t know what he was apologizing for.

“You told your mother we were friends,” Tin glanced at him, predatory eyes locking with Can’s. Can just gulped again, pretending not to notice that Tim’s eyes followed the movement.

“I don’t think she’ll be accepting of me dating a boy. She barely lets Ley watch her shows,” Can have his reasoning behind why he said what he did.

“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it, Cantaloupe,” Tin’s voice had deepened an octave and Can felt his body react to it, submissing almost naturally. “Don’t you?”

“I know,” Can nodded, eyes wide and jaw slack. Tin smirked, turning off the car and getting out. Can followed him, jumping with his door was snatched open and his seat was pushed all the way back. Tin hovered above him, in between Can’s legs that spread open wide for him.

“You’ll be a good boy next time, right baby?”

“Yes sir, I’ll be good.”

“My good boy,” Tin hummed, pressing hot kisses against the column of Can’s throat. Tin’s only response was a moan, even if the only thing going through Can’s head was “yoursyoursyours.” He didn’t have to say it out loud, Tin already knew.

#13: “you can’t keep pretending it didnt happen because guess what? It did.”

Can huffed again, throwing his body on the sofa. Tin followed behind him with an amused smile, pulling the smaller boy close, holding him tightly when Can struggled.

“Can…you can’t keep pretending it didnt happen because guess what? It did.”

“No, let me go!”

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal?!” Can pouted, and Tin resisted the urge to capture his lips, held back the want to nibble them until they turned cherry red. “It is a big deal! You ruined my reputation!”

“It was one game, baby,” Tin mumbled, fighting back the laughter that was bubbling inside him. He didn’t dare laugh when his baby was sulking like this. It would only make matters worse.

“One game and you slaughtered me! Mario Kart is supposed to be my thing! And it was your first time! This is ridiculous!” Can screamed before slumping against Tin, wanting comfort but refusing to admit it. Tin didn’t mind, pressing soft kisses on his hair as he calmed down.

“Rematch?” He offered quietly, groaning when an elbow met his ribcage in Can’s hurry to get up. The smaller boy was suddenly full of energy and Tin felt his heart race when he noticed the wide grin on his lover’s face.

“I’ll beat you this time! I promise!” Can hollered and all Tin did was smile and nod, following closely behind Can as they made their way back to the bedroom where the gaming console was set up. He loved this man child with his whole being.

“Get away from me!” and/or “You didn’t miss me at all?” for TinCan, but can you make it fluffy, funny, or sexy instead of angsty? Thanks!

Anon, my dear, turning angsty prompt into something else is my favorite thing right now 😀 😘❤

The door opens with a bang, Can making his entrance like a champion touring the stadium after a winning goal.

“Honey, I’m back!” Can shouts as he jumps on the couch, landing neatly on his knees beside Tin.

“I didn’t even notice you were gone,” Tin says, not looking up from his book. Can would be offended, except Tin’s eyes are unmoving and there’s the ghost of a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips.

“You didn’t miss me at all?” Can gasps, hand shooting up to his heart.

“Nope,” Tin says, very seriously, and oh, it’s on.

“Well, I know I missed you. I missed your hair,” Can kisses it, “I missed your forehead,” another kiss, “I missed your eyes, and your nose, and your cheeks, and you chin,” he continues, kissing each part in turn.

“You missed something,” Tin says flatly, as if Can hadn’t noticed his blush.

“Ah, of course, how could I forget your ears,” Can says, leaning forward to make up for his mistake.

“Wrong,” says Tin, but he doesn’t evade the gentle bite Can leaves on his earlobe.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything now,” Can smiles innocently.

Tin quirks his eyebrow and Can relents easily.

“Fiiiiiiiine, if you insist,” he says, rolling his eyes before leaning in for what he intented to be a quick peck, rapidly hijacked into something messier as Tin surges up in his space, crowding him up into the arm of the couch, his hands finding their way underneath Can’s t-shirt.

“I missed you, Cantaloupe,” Tin says before resuming his attack on Can’s virtue.