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katboykirby · 1 year ago

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As someone with autism, Satan with an autistic MC would be so wholesome and perfect...

Satan who makes sure a MC always has a jacket and a spare pair of plastic gloves handy to help them with their sensory issues.

Satan who takes over some of autistic MC’s chores, cleaning the dirty dishes and dealing with leftovers so that MC doesn’t freak out when they have to touch it.

Satan who never leaves MC’s side at large gatherings lest they get overstimulated and run off again. The last time that happened it took everyone so long to find them. Luckily, MC was alright. They were tucked away in a small room in the castle to hide.

Satan who is perfectly alright with sitting silently in your room while the two of you work on your own things. Maayyybeee he wouldn’t mind it if you wanted to scoot closer to him.

DOESN’T LET DIFFERENT FOODS TOUCH ON YOUR PLATE!! WILL START A RIOT IF HE FINDS THAT ANYONE HAS LET FOODS TOUCH ON YOUR PLATE!!

…ahem

Satan who doesn’t find MC’s tendency to disappear without a trace frustrating. He knows they like to go ‘exploring’ alone, wandering off for a short while before returning to his side per usual. Maybe when you grow close enough you’ll take him on a little journey.

Satan who admires you and your love for certain things. No matter how trivial they may seem, he knows that those are the things that make up the world for you. He’ll gladly listen to you talk about your interests for hours.

Satan who takes your relationship as slow as you may need. Sexual intimacy doesn’t equal love to him. He’s okay with you touching him and not the other way around if that’s what you feel comfortable with.

Satan who seems to be the only one who understands MC’s reluctance to physical touch. He avoids touching MC whenever possible. He shows his affection for MC in other ways.

Taking them to a quiet cat café.

Taking them to a new pop up event for their favorite anime.

Hell, he even downloaded Mononoke Land so that when they went on walks together he could catch spirits alongside them. (He’s their only added friend on the game so he makes sure to send them gifts daily.)

When MC shyly hugs him for the first time he thinks he might combust on the spot— it’s such a special occasion for him!

You think you’re a burden and nuisance because you’re so different, yet to Satan, that’s what makes you so perfect. It’s what makes him love you so much.

(p.s,,, if it wouldn’t bother you I could be 💚anon or bitchass autistic anon! I don’t know if you label your anons or not. :) )

((also don’t feel pressured to respond or look at this ask! I just thought you might like it.))

This is so, so lovely and I really enjoyed reading all of your thoughts. And nobody has asked to be a tagged Anon before! Of course you can be 💚 Anon!

I feel like I don't have very much to say in response, because you've already put everything into words so wonderfully. I'm not autistic myself, but I know that there's some overlap with ADHD (my own diagnosis) when it comes to certain habits or behaviours, and I do some of the things that you've described so I feel like I can relate to a certain extent.

I do think that all of the OM boys would be supportive of an autistic partner (or any of the personal struggles that their partner might have, be they mental or physical) but I do also believe that Satan would be one of the best at intuitively knowing exactly what his partner wants and needs without having to ask for anything to be explained or spelled out for him.

Whether you HC Satan as autistic or not, he does have a lot of his own habits and behaviours that are somewhat similar, and he's good at figuring things out on his own even from very small or subtle hints.

If he sees you carefully separating the different foods on your plate (something many of his brothers would be too loud or rowdy during mealtimes to notice right away) he would make sure to keep your food clearly separated the next time it was his turn to make dinner, and would make sure to separate your food every time in the future as well.

If he notices the way you gently (or not-so-gently) pull away from physical contact, he will always be sure to refrain from touching you without your explicit permission; something that his other brothers (like Mammon, Asmo, or Beel, for example) might take longer to figure out, since they're just so used to hugging you or putting an arm around you without even thinking about it. Satan isn't the biggest fan of all the touchy-feely stuff either (we often see him yelling at his brothers not to touch him in the games) so he knows how you feel, and he doesn't want to intrude on your personal space.

He loves that you always listen to him whenever he has something to say, especially when he starts gushing at length about the current book he's reading or about the cat he saw on his way from from RAD that day. Nobody else really bothers to pay him any attention when he starts rambling like that - Levi is really the only one who can relate, but Levi also has trouble keeping himself from interrupting and going into his own long spiels. And Satan loves listening to you when you tell him all about your own hyperfixations in turn. It doesn't matter what you're rambling about, Satan is hanging on to every word.

Satan is a very meticulous person who would take his time to deeply and carefully consider all of the best ways he could support you and make you feel comfortable, without making you feel patronised or condescend to. He'd never want to make you feel like a child he was taking care of, because you are both perfectly equal in his eyes. He knows what it feels like to be seen as less than, thanks to many years of hinself only ever being seen as his rage. He never wants you to feel like just a diagnosis or just a disability. Like his Wrath, your autism is a part of you, but it is not all of you. It is not your entire identity or all that you are.

He loves you so, so much ♡

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me satan #satan #satan obey me #💚 Anon #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #satan x reader #x reader #reader insert #obey me x reader

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ssolessurvivor · 7 months ago

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romance headcanons

name: Logan Finnegan

nickname: Sarge (various other nicknames verse dependent)

gender: male

romantic orientation: bisexual

preferred pet names: baby, honey, sweetheart, love

relationship status: verse dependent

opinion on true love: I think he's a bit jaded on this idea, he doesn't discount it for those who believe in it, but he doesn't think he himself will ever have a true love or experience true love. He feels too wounded to give his heart completely like that considering it's never been whole to begin with.

opinion on love at first sight: I think he has more of a belief in this sort of thing more than true love: he finds love at first sight entirely adorable and in fact he is a big romantic for the energy this gives off. He will never admit if he felt it for his lover however until they've reached a certain point of complete comfort with them to show his rather romantic side.

how 'romantic' are they?: Logan was raised well, and he had his mother and sisters to kind of give him plenty of pointers down the line even if he never dated in high school to show off what he'd learned. He will bring flowers to his partner, cook for them very often and do the little things like chores to help make the load of sharing a living space/life more equal. He is a romantic with couples figure skating though that shit makes him cry sometimes with how beautiful it is.

ideal physical traits: He's not drawn to a type specifically actually, he's pretty varied.

ideal personality traits: he prefers people who are kind around others and to themselves, as well as enjoying being with people who are confident in themselves when it matters (he is not averse to some negative self talk as that would be hypocritical). He does value a great smile and a welcoming nature of all people no matter where they come from or who they are.

unattractive physical traits: unknown as of now

unattractive personality traits: being cruel to animals, being rude to staff at restaurants or otherwise busy stores or locations, basically lack of good manners is a no for him since he grew up in such a rigid life once he got into the military.

ideal date: while a candlelit dinner is a close first place spot, he knows that isn't necessarily ideal. Something he and his partner both find comforting, like an in house movie night or homemade dinner. He likes taking walks after going to a coffee shop or a lunch date, too, those are fairly quiet.

do they have a type?: powerful women, strong and equally soft men

average relationship length: probably a few years, he is not one to hold back when he falls hard.

preferred non-sexual intimacy: cuddling, hand holding, playing with hair, hugging in any capacity

commitment level: high, when he goes on a date with someone he is never talking to anyone else alongside the interested party

opinion of public affection: he doesn't mind if they are fairly sweet in nature, like hand holding, pecking kisses, hugs, things like that are ok, anything more excessive (i.e. what makes his more sheltered introverted heart uncomfy) should be done behind closed doors, or in a place that can be considered hidden from the public.

past relationships?: an 'almost' relationship with Min Dae on the Mimas mission. They lightly exchanged a lot of loving affection for four years while they were on Saturn's moon but they never told each other those three little words. It took him a long time to get over her, finally said goodbye officially at her and the crew's funeral, which was devastating to him.

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Tagging : @isleprince @mistrdctr @apurekindness @alonggoodbye @goldenboybarracuda and anyone else <3

#(what makes you unbreakable) headcanon #these are always so fun to develop #thank you so much for tagging me!#Q

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crisiscutie · 1 year ago

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I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable when I ask this, and thank you for taking your time to read it, but do you plan on writing any incest relationships with Sephiroth and the darling, Father/Daughter or Brother/Sister, and I’m not really talking about Dissidia Sephiroth or Brother complex, but an AU where the darling and Sephiroth are closesly related, I took interest in those topics and I imagine Sephiroth manipulating the darling to think it was okay to do fall inlove with him, or create or more romantic and intimate relationship with eachother, I have been interested in those subjects, having someone you really trust use your vulnerability to manipulate you to thinking something is okay, and the effects it will have on the victim after realizing they were wrongly exploited by those they trusted most, I’m sorry if it’s super weird.

Hi anon, you are absolutely fine to ask this and thank you for being so thoughtful! No need to feel weird, as this blog is foremost, an 18+ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat blog. As everyone who follows this blog should know, dark and disturbing content (that doesn't go against my rules and site rules ofc) will be discussed and posted when the opportunity shows. I will try my absolute best to tag everything, but even then, I'm only human and will be bound to make mistakes. If I mistagged or something lacks a tag, let me know!

I know there are followers of mine who may be triggered by certain topics, yet continue to follow me, their support is equally valued alongside my other followers. This is one of the other big reasons why I want to tag so much. If you guys hadn't already, please go into your account settings and make use of the site tag filters! There are 3rd party extensions you can use too, like tumblr savior.

Now, let's get into an analysis (and my opinion) of this matter.

Content Warning: NSFW, Discussions of Incest, Daddy/Mommy Issues. Psychological Abuse.

I also find those dynamics to be interesting as well. I think Post Nibelheim Sephiroth would probably use manipulative tactics to stay close and maintain control over her. His darling, whether she be his wife, sister, daughter, or someone else, will always be his possession. Anyone who could threaten their closeness and his control, be they a friend or a romantic rival, will be dealt with.

My opinion comes from what I've seen of Sephiroth's behavior as he spiraled into darkness. Throughout the Nibelheim Incident and in the FF7 series, Sephiroth was clearly lovestruck by Jenova, consistently using and showcasing language that one would typically reserve for a romantic partner, even if she was a monster whom he considered to be his true mother. His behavior indicated a deep need for physical closeness and intimacy, as he was highly affectionate and touch-starved, always seeking to be near her and hold her. Like, I think the fact that he cut off HER HEAD doesn't get enough attention. This blonde kid practically cuts you in half, you're pissed off and want revenge but you still want to be with your mother? Cut off your mommy's head and then go stab that fucker, easy solution! This is peak Yandere vibes, I'm telling you.

While Sephiroth doesn't conform to typical human judgment, the Nibelheim Incident illustrated just how unorthodox his thinking truly is... Just that, that time was where his downfall started...

Anyway, judging from his interactions with Jenova, I don't see why he wouldn't be the same way with a darling who is blood to him. Oh, and at the start of FF7, I believe Sephiroth knows Jenova is not his biological mother, but he consciously insists on this belief because it brings comfort to his hurt soul. He even said this about Jenova in 7R Rebirth:

"They say she’s a monster. That she can peer inside you, into the very depths of your soul. That she can become those you hate. Those you fear. Those you love."

And I believe he is in control of her. So if Sephiroth wants Jenova to be his mother, she will be. Pretending that Jenova is his mother is his valid coping mechanism for the traumas of his childhood and early adulthood under Shinra. He is even so needy for Jenova's validation that he wants to merge with her and continue her goals of destroying and conquering worlds...

So again, I think he will be the same with a darling. He would bring such instability to her life, driving her to become completely absorbed with him and convinced that he (and Jenova) can provide for all of her needs and desires. Her desperate need for love and validation from him is exactly what Sephiroth wants. A twisted, addicting love between them all. He is a firm believer that families should always stick together after all... I think the person who could be of great help to the darling in terms of showing her the wrong and finding a way out is Cloud. Whether he becomes a love interest or simply a friend, he can make a difference. Problem is, uh, well. Cloud. He's got his own baggage to deal with and probably isn't in a position to support someone else.

I know you said you weren't talking about the Dissidia AU, but Sephiroth's manipulation of the darling's vulnerabilities, particularly her unresolved issues with her father, is extremely important in the Dissidia AU's storyline. Even through they are from different FF universes and are not related, Sephiroth manipulates the Darling's memories of her real father to create a sense of neediness and longing for him as you will see more in the Dissidia NSFW headcanons. He intentionally keeps the darling from unlocking the rest of her memories and going back to her world. I hope to make the complexity of it all understandable and enjoyable for you guys to read. And again, another person who could be the darling's savior is her own childhood friend, who searches for her constantly, as you will also see later in the NSFW headcanons.

Now concerning the question of if I have plans writing actual incest...

I have been contemplating writing an AU which centers on 7R Sephiroth (and maybe C.C. Sephiroth to create a twin Sephiroth show, but I haven't decided yet). It revolves around his conquests as he achieves domination over Gaia with his darling, only to lose her in the final battle. He (by using Jenova) tries to salvage much of her as he can. So by using a combination of his DNA and his lost darling, he can make clones of women that are essentially his and his darling's daughters. Although the clones provided him with companionship and comfort, and he loved them equally, there was always a deep sense of longing for the original darling to be with him as he continued to conquer the cosmos. But there was one clone he met that caught his eyes. He noticed a few traces of the original darling's spirit within her, he became increasingly fixated on her as the story progresses, and the clone is becoming more and more like the original darling... That's what I have now, but that's pretty much the premise... And it's also starring a favorite kink of mine as a theme, if you guess it!

Thank you for this ask!

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #Jenova #c.c rambles #tw: mommy issues #tw: incest #cw: incest #tw: abuse #crisis cutie roundtable #crisis cutie #character analysis #c.c's theories #yandere sephiroth

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rubykgrant · 2 years ago

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I guess I'll be the one who does the whole list relationship questions with Grimmons, because why not!

(some of these answers are tinted with how I eventually see them together in my own stories, where they finally just accept the fact that they are stupid for each other and start dating)

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

-They both do this in the middle of the argument, and then just keep arguing

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

-OH BOY. If it's Grif, he starts running around like he needs to find something or fix something, and Simmons knows this is what it had been like for Grif alone on Iris... Simmons will see a moment when Grif pauses, and just hold him close, until Grif finally registers that he's alright. Sometimes Simmons has to basically wrap around him, so Grif doesn't just keep GOING, but the comforting pressure helps. If it's Simmons, it's more like he's having a panic attack and also his very specific feelings of self-loathing... Grif just keeps talking to him, distracting Simmons until it passes, then they can properly cuddle and what-not

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

- HA, not really, nothing one has properly fits the other

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

-It's about equal, and depends on the situation. They both get pretty ticked-off when somebody from outside the group insults one of them, because this other person doesn't KNOW what's off-limits, what is a particular sore spot, and why certain things are only OK when THEY say it! In terms of seeing somebody try to flirt with one of them, both Grif and Simmons kind of just show off the fact that "I'M the boyfriend"

Describe their cozy night in.

-Making dinner together, some big meal of comfort food, getting all cozy in their shared bed, and either playing video games or watching a bunch of movies. They've also found a very nice routine in the casual intimacy of bathing together, so if they feel like, they'll have some tub time~

Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

-It is... a bit of regret between them that when Grif "quit", and he didn't ask Simmons to stay (which made Simmons feel like he wasn't wanted at all, and Grif didn't ask at time time because he assumed Simmons would say no. so, mutual feelings of rejection by NOT COMMUNICATING WELL). They're better at talking now, and don't argue if somebody needs to leave for an important reason. Because "We'll come back together, no matter what happens"

Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

-Grif does this whenever he wants to make a comfortable kingdom for himself to hibernate in. Simmons will eventually be allowed entry, and find himself a cozy spot to read

What happens if one of them gets sick?

-Grif gets extra dramatic when he’s sick “Woe is me, I shall surely DIE from this illness”, and while Simmons might complain, he actually thrives on feeling “useful”, so he’s very good at tending to Grif with lots of medicine/remedies handy. When Simmons is sick, he tries to ignore it and keeps forcing himself to work. Grif almost has to restrain him to get bed rest. At first, Grif will kinda try to be aloof about it, all “OK, here’s some soup, I’ll be in the other room if you need me”, but winds up fussing over a sick Simmons eventually (and getting the germs while he’s at it, so they inevitably both get sick)

What are their thoughts on having children?

-Down the road, Sarge started dropping MAJOR hints that he wanted some dang grandbabies dang it. They weren’t so much “pressured” into having kids, but once the conversation started… it surprisingly awakened some parental feelings. They also had the idea of being BETTER than the parents they each had when they were younger. They’re gonna be the best dads EVER! Thanks to future sci-fi options, they could have their own biological children without anybody actually going through a whole pregnancy, Their combined DNA samples accidentally developed into twins. Twice. Meaning FOUR BABIES at once. If anybody had asked Grif “Do you want that many kids?”, he would have said NO. However, nobody asked, the option was just suddenly there, and he found that yes. He wanted all four of them. Simmons tries to get prepared for ANYTHING, and he’s also looking forward to watching the babies grow into little people, so he can be the kind of dad that always talks to his kids and shares their interests. Neither of them want to be the “strict parent”, so that’s a tricky hurdle

Describe their first date.

-WROTE A WHOLE THING ABOUT IT. Basically, they’ve been together for a while and want to have a proper date as actual boyfriends, but are still keeping it a secret from the others (because everybody WILL fuss over them). Kai knows, so she helps her bro get dressed up all pretty, and Donut helps Simmons with his clothes (not knowing the whole reason). First, Grif and Simmons go to a nice restaurant, then visit a big mall with shops they like, and see a movie at a theater there. Grif has 2 surprises on this date, first taking Simmons to a park near an outdoor music show so they can have a “first dance” (Simmons never danced at school even once). Then they go for a walk on the beach at sunset (nobody Grif dated before ever did this with him). When they get back to the apartment, Kai has found activities for everybody else, so Grif and Simmons have the place to themselves. A lovely time indeed~

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

-They are both obnoxious about everything. EVERYTHING

Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

-All the time. They;ve been having one long conversation sprinkled with arguments since they met. Arguments about opinions regarding movies get put down and picked back up constantly, and they don’t get seriously upset about it. Sometimes, one will bribe the other with gifts. For more intense arguments, Simmons tends to stress later, wanting to keep talking to try and explain or apologize, while Grif needs time to either sulk or calm down. Eventually they have a tender moment and make up

Who’s the bigger tease?

-They both try to tease each other, but it doesn’t usually last long. Once one of them starts it, the other has trouble resisting~

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

-They’re Grif and Simmons. Everything about them is a compliment and a clash. That’s what they ARE

Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

-For a long time, they were out of practice with saying “I love you” at all. It had to be intentional, during a moment where they really wanted to say it. After they have kids, saying “I love you” whenever somebody left became a second-nature habit

Can they stay up all night just talking?

-YES

Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

-Grif is more likely to pull Simmons in for a big embrace, but Simmons will surprise him with the passionate kissing

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

-Thanks to Wash, they get a kitty they name Blaze (and have to convince Donut her name isn’t a weed pun). Later, when they have their own place, they get a dog (which Grif names Puma just to annoy Sarge). Their kids get some cats and dogs of their own later

How do they feel about PDA?

-These two dorks are touched-starved, and previously awkward about sharing affection. Now that they’re comfortable together, they are very touchy-touchy

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

-Well, there’s “Opposites Attract” by Paula Abdul with MC Skat Kat haha. “Accidentally in Love” by Counting Crows is also a good one for them (that’s two songs, I know, but it’s hard to just pick one for Grif and Simmons)

Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

-Depends on how bad the offense was… and really, they’re more likely to gang up on somebody together

What reminds each of their partner?

-Whenever Simmons sees Oreos or smells anything chocolate, or eats any kind of pizza, he’s thinking about Grif. Food aside, all of his favorite things wind up reminding him of Grif now, because they’ve talked about it together, at great length (every movie/book/game/whatever). Simmons also thinks of Grif whenever he sees cars. Grif’s the same in that regard, all his favorite things are now connected to memories of Simmons. Besides that, Grif gets reminded of Simmons when he smells anything cinnamon, and even just seeing a book or something “science related” will make his brain go “Simmons”. Also, because they can’t escape the colorful origins, orange and dark red/maroon are always them to each other~

Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

-Grif, for sure. He’ll try to look like he’ll be just SO sad and depressed if Simmons leaves him… and then is very proud of himself for being so “crafty”

Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

-Grif gives Simmons a head massage to help relieve pressure and head aches. Simmons gives back-rubs and shoulder massages for Grif

Do they have any hobbies they share?

-Film/TV trivia, and thinking up weird/elaborate scenarios like how to live through different zombie apocalypse situations (if that counts as a “hobby”). They also both like playing video games and collecting stuff they wanted as kids, but weren’t able to afford/weren’t allowed to have because of their parents (cards, comics, things they can build, etc)

What are their vices?

-Simmons is addicted to nagging, and tends to throw himself down rabbit-holes of information deep dives (which can spiral out of control, making him get distracted/lose sleep). Grif has more trouble with things like smoking/drinking too much (he finally managed to quit smoking years ago, and while nothing “bad” happens when he’s drunk exactly, he knows it’s a little too excessive, and he’s sick of hang-overs. He eases up and then stops drinking as well, and is happy that it was something he could stop without “missing” it)

Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

-Simmons previously (two sips of anything and he’d be buzzed), but when Grif gave up drinking, Simmons just stopped as well. No discussion about it, no big deal. When they do Wine and Cheese with Donut, he serves them different kinds of sparkling juice~

What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

-“Dumb ass” and “Kiss ass” are terms of endearment between them. They also started throwing around “darling” and “dearest” as jokes, but that was just the first step to saying sappy things SERIOUSLY. Now they easily switch between things like “sweetheart” and “dude” when talking to each other

Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

-Simmons might feel slightly claustrophobic in an elevator, but it makes him clench his whole body and stay still. Grif will freak out if the elevator gets stuck or rattles too much

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

-Grif thinks Simmons looks good “dressed down”, with just an old t-shirt and jeans, the casual vibe on Simmons just does something to Grif’s brain that makes him happily flustered. Simmons has a weakness for Grif in fancy, stylish clothes, but not all “neat and tidy”. Shirt un-tucked, collar with couple extra buttons loose, sleeves rolled up… it looks classy yet rebellious, and Simmons DIGS IT

Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

-They don’t even need to do it on purpose, they just ABSORB each other. They’ll start off on opposite sides of a room, then drift closer as if pulled by gravity, and wind up with one sitting in the other’s lap

Who's the better story teller?

-Depends on the story, because they’ll both exaggerate and go off on weird tangents for certain topics. Grif’s a little better at, like… just making something up on the fly. Simmons is better at making speeches

Who's the better cook?

-Grif, he’s very versatile. Simmons is good too, he just focuses on specific meals he’s confident in making over and over

Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

-They’re both potty mouths, but dirty jokes don’t exactly make either of them blush. Simmons used to feel awkward seriously talking about sex, but he’s chilled out considerably. Sometimes they play like they don’t know each other and are trying to flirt, coming on strong, and that might make them gleefully flustered. They’re mostly immune to innuendo thanks to listening to freaking Donut do it by accident for YEARS

Who's more artistic?

-Grif is more musically gifted, and when Simmons stops himself from trying to make something “perfect” (fixing and re-doing something until it gets ruined), he’s good with certain kinds of crafts

Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

-Grif will definitely wake up at 2 am hungry, but he just gets himself a snack and starts eating it in bed, which wakes up Simmons, who then has to scold Grif about the crumbs and how he needs to brush his teeth again

Which is more likely to swear?

-BOTH. ARE. POTTY MOUTHS

Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

-Simmons HATES the fact that all the jokes about him being a “virgin with secret kinks” is kinda true… at least, a little bit. Nothing too wild, but now that he has the option to enjoy physical intimacy with somebody he trusts and also enjoys being with him, he discovers a few “fun” activities. Grif is definitely more experienced, but ironically more vanilla out of laziness (but with Simmons, he’ll put in some effort, and also discovers a few fun activities for himself~)

Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

-They’d both probably be more comfortable calling in help when it comes to animals. They can tend to the animals that are their pets just fine, but if they came across something else? This is a job for Caboose, or Donut, or Wash (or an animal rescue place)

Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

-Grif enjoys food very muchly. Simmons always makes sure they have plenty of snacks, but also helps Grif have variety with what he eats. Sharing meals together has become something they both like, and Simmons has gone a whole step further in terms of romantic moments, even feeding Grif things like fruit and cake while they lounge in bed (Grif says this has ruined him for any other potential relationship, and Simmons is very proud of himself)

Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

-They both might do this… though, if it’s cold, they’re more likely to both feel it, so they’ll just cuddle to share body heat

What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

-They definitely like warm and sunny weather, but with a cool breeze. Maybe they’ll stay home all day, but have the window open. Maybe they’ll go out, do whatever. They also enjoy the Autumn season, when it starts to get a bit cold, but not entirely chilly yet (the smell of dead leaves and dry grass getting damp is nice)

Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

-They’re both equally likely to try and save the other by sacrificing their own life, and they’re also stupid enough to do it in a way that fails, but ironically saves them both

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

-Hmm, not too much dancing while cooking, but they shuffle around each other easily, maybe lean together all close

Can they fall asleep without the other?

-Not great! Simmons needs to hear the rumble of Grif snoring, and Grif HATES sleeping alone after Iris. If they’ve got other company, or know they’re both OK just away from each other, they’ll eventually fall asleep… but it isn’t easy or fun (even before they were dating, they were roommates and stuck together like glue)

Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves?

-They’re too absorbed in whether the movie sucks or not to do anything else~

Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

-Not really… they used to hate each other, they’ve seen the worst the other can be, all the gross and annoying habits, all the ugly and embarrassing secrets. No matter how awful one of them feels about himself, the other still loves them

Who's the better driver?

-Grif, hands down (Simmons is too nervous behind the wheel)

Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

-They are different kinds of clingy and needy, but as long as it isn’t an unexpected emergency that makes them worry, they can handle it. They just HATE it the whole time

Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

-They’re BOTH petty. Simmons is only slightly more likely to do something because Grif might lose interest. On the other hand, Simmons might chicken out at the end

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

-Grif puts the effort in to clean, doing the dishes or the laundry so Simmons won’t have to worry about it. Simmons always makes sure their vehicles are in good condition (so Grif is free to go wherever he wants), and brings little treats home. For physical non verbal signs of live… Grif puts his face right in the crook of Simmons’ neck, and Simmons will absentmindedly touch Grif’s hands with his own, gently running a thumb over the knuckle bumps

Describe their weekend getaway?

-If they want some solitude, they go to a small out-of-the-way beach spot. If they feel like doing something exciting, they’ll go to a themepark resort, a place with a nice hotel and lots of cool events/activities

Would they ever go skinny dipping?

-It’s enough of a triumph for Simmons to go regular swimming and not be on edge because he doesn’t have 3 layers of clothing on. MAYBE, if they were 100% sure they were alone somewhere, and it was night, Grif could get him to try it (Grif doesn’t really care though)

Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

-Grif’s done this a few times when Simmons couldn’t get there himself, and Simmons has also done it once or twice (very proud of himself for being able to pick up his boyfriend, like a romantic manly man). Mostly, they’ll just crash on the couch if they’re sleepy

Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

-Occasionally. Simmons is an astronomy nerd, and Grif will come along for the ride to look at the sky at night. Grif does like watching the stars in particular, because sometimes he sees Huggins. Grif is generally into watching clouds on a lazy afternoon, and Simmons will kick-back with him for that

What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

-Simmons knows he can “seduce” Grif with two options. One, “Confident Simmons”, who leans over all cool to fix Grif’s shirt collar, and plainly says “you’re cute when you’re wrong” while they argue. Two, “False Pouty Simmons”, acting as if he feels so neglected and asking “don’t you want me, too?”. Grif gives in, every time, and calls Simmons a greedy manipulative bitch after the fact (it’s light-hearted, though. Simmons isn’t doing anything mean, and Grif COULD say no if he wanted). Grif will reach over and tug Simmons’ ponytail then walk away. Simmons comes running after him, right to bed. Grif will also go the compliment route, telling Simmons he’s just SO smart, and SO cool, and SO handsome. Simmons can’t get enough

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

-Grif tosses random things into the cart in a VERY serious way. Simmons makes sure they don’t run out of important non-goodies

Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

-Equally both, either getting over it pretty fast, stressing about it for a while, but always apologizing later

Who tops? Who bottoms?

-Variety is the spice of life~ It depends on who is in the mood for what. After dealing with bad relationships in the past, Grif wanted to make sure they enjoyed themselves whenever they did anything together, so they took things slow, and sort of have their own styles/dynamics for different sexual activities. They also know exactly what the other likes, meaning they’re pretty indulgent and satisfying together

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

-Mostly Grif. Simmons is the one that curls all around him, though

#red vs blue #rvb

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haresvoid · 1 year ago

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7 + 17 for Ome, or whoever you're feeling! (also just as a sidenote i saw #20 and after reading your metas on the iron throne and how that affected them, that one hit different and i am hurt :) poor Ome )

❛[ INTIMATE AND SEXUAL HEADCANONS ≻ accepting

NOTES: 07. how do they view sexual intimacy and love?

The concepts are still very very strange to Omeluum. Sex and love are not something that mind flayers participate in- even friendships beyond what is useful aren't seen as normal within the society. However, intimacy is something it finds it enjoys. Closeness, sharing mind and thoughts with another. The body is just an extension of the mind too. Its concepts of love are similar- someone who is seen as an equal, not to command or who stays around you because they have to. Who wants to listen and learn and give all the same. This concept it finds itself enjoying. Generally, it would be the type that prefers the intimate parts of relationships over the carnal pleasures. Favoring time spent whatever the manner may be, and also benefiting from learning and gaining more knowledge throughout of course. Always a researcher.

NOTES: 17. how confident is your muse in expressing their desires?

It is not the type to become embarrassed, but it is also the type that is aware this is not an area it is especially knowledgeable about. It may speak its interest in proximity or trying something new, but only once another has made the first moves and has made it comfortable that it knows what a partner would want and would benefit from its own desires. Ome is a fairly open and direct being, sometimes to a fault- especially when it is certain of its expertise in a subject. I believe if it ever got to such a point with another it would be just as direct in these areas too, but it would take time.

NOTES: 20. has your muse ever indulged in the use of restraints; whether using them on someone or themselves? (i know you didnt technically ask for it but shh)

As you said, especially after the Iron Throne situation Ome would be especially unkeen on the idea of restraints- especially on self, but on others too. However even before that, it values freedom over nearly everything else. Mental and physical. It also has always had a slight fear regarding entrapment and lack of control. Even if it was to be requested by a partner and partner made it aware it was not a restraint on freedom, it is something that would take a lot of work for it to relent even to use it upon another. To have it used on self... there would have to be a lot of trust and time and patience.

#derangedr #THE SCHOLAR. files #MUN. answers #( this went from soft to painful very quickly ngl #but thank you for asking them!#ome truthfully just wants to be close to someone it deems important to itself )#suggestive //#ask to tag //

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therealmistressmidnight · 11 days ago

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The Heat of His Hands: How to Melt a Woman

There’s a certain magic in a man’s touch—something primal, commanding, and yet oddly comforting. It’s more than just physical contact; it’s a language all its own, one that can speak of desire, protection, dominance, and tenderness in equal measure.

For me, there’s no resisting the pull of a man’s warm, broad hands against my bare skin. It’s a simple yet powerful thing—the way his fingers grip, the heat of his palm sinking into me, claiming me in the gentlest yet most demanding way. A hand on my hip, firm and unyielding as I’m pulled close, feels like a promise. It says, You’re mine, and I’ll take care of you, but first, let me make you weak in the knees.

Why Hands Speak Louder Than Words

There’s an art to the way a man places his hands. A proper grip—a little firm, a little rough—can send shivers down my spine faster than any whispered word. There’s just something about it that’s so perfectly balanced between control and care.

Take, for example, the sensation of a man gripping my thigh, lifting it effortlessly as if to say, I’ve got you. You don’t need to think; just feel. Or the way his other hand might find its way to the back of my neck or my chest, grounding me in his presence while simultaneously taking my breath away. It’s not just the touch itself—it’s the placement, the intention behind it, and the sheer heat of it that lingers long after.

And that’s the thing: it’s not just about the act. It’s about the connection it creates, the vulnerability it allows, and the trust it builds. His hands say what words often can’t—that he’s here, he’s in control, and all I need to do is surrender.

Positions That Send Me Spinning

Now, let’s not dance around the details, because this is where things get feral. There’s a special kind of intimacy in being held just right, in positions that maximize the strength of his touch and the heat of his body against mine.

Picture this: my back pressed against his chest, one of his hands gripping my thigh and holding it in the air, the other wrapped firmly around my neck or resting on my chest with just the right amount of pressure. The closeness, the control, the way every inch of his palm seems to radiate heat into my skin—it’s enough to make my head spin.

Or think about when he grabs my hips, his fingers digging in just enough to leave an impression—not just on my skin but on my mind. That grasp, that pull, that wordless claim—it’s everything. It’s demanding and protective, rough and tender, all at once.

A Recipe for Disaster (In the Best Way)

The warmth of a man’s hands, coupled with the right mix of dominance and care, is a recipe for absolute ruin—in the best way possible. There’s something so perfectly overwhelming about being held down just enough to lose myself while still feeling safe and cherished.

And let’s not forget the little things—the way his hands might linger, the way his grip tightens at just the right moment, the way his touch seems to sear itself into my memory. These are the moments that stick with me, the moments that make me melt no matter how many times I experience them.

Men, Take Notes

To all the men out there: if you want to drive a woman wild, don’t underestimate the power of your hands. It’s not just about where you touch—it’s about how you touch. Grip her hips and pull her close. Hold her in a way that makes her feel both desired and safe. Use the warmth of your palms, the strength of your grip, and the confidence of your movements to show her exactly how much you want her.

And ladies (or anyone else who can relate), let me know—do you melt the way I do at the touch of a man’s hands? Or is this just my weakness talking? Either way, I’ll be over here fanning myself, waiting for the next time a certain pair of hands makes me forget how to think.

#sensualblog #girl blogger #sex positive #so hot and sexy #god yes #writer

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survivedsarchived · 2 years ago

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well, that certainly tracks. it's difficult to imagine ben as difficult, a rebel, the classic problem child — and that's something paul loves about him, while equally finding it frustrating. he's still that kid in so many ways: fearful of stepping out of line.

it's not that paul doesn't understand the safety in conformity; there's been the occasion where he's wanted it for himself, days where he wishes he wasn't such an obvious target: a victim of the self-loathing society does it best to impress upon them. but paul always finds himself comforted by his perceived difference in the end. there's strength in it.

he hopes ben can experience that one day, too.

and he does already see glimpses of it in their time together. in the soft, loving glances he offers paul; in the certain, desperate way they kiss. it's the former they share now, paul's breath hitching, his cheeks beginning to burn from the sustained smile. “i love you, too, baby,” he replies, meaning every syllable, whispered into this space they share — because this affection is meant only for them.

his earlier frustration is entirely forgotten. somewhere in the depths of his mind swims the memory of duplicated keys and daydreams of their shared home — but how can paul focus on anything but here, now, with ben so intoxicatingly close? he watches his every movement, never allowing too much distance between them, barely restraining himself from kissing ben again, eyes alight with all the images his words conjure. paul's eyes roam downward, contemplating how he'd look in ben's uniform, to really bring it to life.

“i just don't think coach paul has the same ring to it as coach ben.” he leans into the hand on his chest, wets his lips idly. “mhm— i know. despite my best efforts to corrupt you.”

the aforementioned 'corruption': this physical intimacy. paul pressing closer into ben, unwilling to allow a moment to go to waste. his hands wander; he nips at ben's lower lip, gently, before humming into his mouth.

“you like me teasing you,” he counters. as if to prove it, paul kisses him again — but only on the corner of his mouth, barely there.

only three heartbeats pass before paul's about to kiss him again — but the shift gives him pause, passing noticeably between them. his brow furrowed, paul studies ben, mouth half-open — only to snap shut as the suggestion fully forms.

he really tries not to overreact: to treat the question as if it's nothing. but paul's heartbeat is thunder in his ears, and, without a second thought, he's untangling himself from their current position to hitch a leg across ben's lap, then the other, until he's settled onto him — both hands cupping his face. paul brushes his nose against ben's, nodding slightly, as if the preceding actions weren't answer enough.

but he still gives a verbal response as well: murmured quietly, sincerely. “if you want to.” and then, a little more definitively: “i always want you here. you know that.”

he purses his lips together, head tilting to the side as he pretends to think it over. ❝ i'm pretty sure i was always on my best behavior, ❞ he argues, a teasing smile quickly spreading over his features. though, that's mostly true. ben stayed out of trouble, tried to follow the rules, kept himself busy with sports. there was too much he was dealing with under the surface, and he thought if he wasn't drawing any bad attention otherwise, he could protect himself from that.

ben's nose scrunches, his head tilting down to hide the bashfulness --- moments like this that make him feel like a teenage again. ❝ you caught me, ❞ he mumbles, peering back up at him with a small grin. ❝ i can't get away with that one, can i? ❞ he hums, his eyes peering into his, expression still shy but genuine, too. ❝ i love you just the way you are, ❞ he corrects himself, his voice soft and sweet, a tone so gentle that it's only ever used when in the arms of his love.

ben rolls his eyes, in the most endeared way, a soft laugh falling from his lips. ❝ really? because i think you'd be a hard coach, ❞ he points out, fingers tapping gently against paul's chest. he hums again before his fingers spread, resting against him. ❝ but i'm good at following the rules. you know that, ❞ he teases, though that bashfulness still resides in his features, his confidence not always coming as easily when it comes to flirting --- it's natural with paul, of course it is, but that doesn't mean he isn't constantly double guessing himself.

he nearly throws his head back with a groan, but instead he's captured by paul's lips, a soft laugh vibrating against him until they pull away. ❝ i'll keep that one in mind. can't be too greedy with compliments if you're only going to tease me for them, though, ❞ he points out, his grin so innocent as it grows.

his hand slides up to his cheek, thumb brushing over his jaw as his features become more serious. he's all aware of the time, away of how late he was getting here, so he decides to take a small step. ❝ what if . . . ❞ he hums, his tongue swiping over his lips before he goes on. ❝ i spend the night? ❞ it feels so vulnerable for him to suggest, too close to the conversation he's been trying to avoid since the last time it was brought up. but he just wants to be with him; he wants to lightly dip his toes into the water here. he doesn't want paul to feel like any time is being missed, not tonight. ❝ --- i mean, if you'll have me. ❞

#oh ben don't get his hopes up #doomdays #ch: p. bowman.#threads: p. bowman.

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junisfics · 4 years ago

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All This Time — Armin Arlert (1)

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Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Series Summary: Reader messages her best friend Armin late one night while she's drunk and needy, but will she remember the things she said to him in the morning, and if she does... will she regret it?

Part Summary: After Armin receives a disturbingly vague message from his best friend, he shows up to her house only to find her drunk and needy

Content: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Content Warnings: Sexual Content, Mentions of Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies

You met Armin in your freshman year of high school. You had gone to separate middle schools, but those two schools fed into your then high school and you became classmates. You shared a band class together, Armin played clarinet and you played the piano. The entire band was split between two periods, you and Armin’s seventh period consisted of woodwinds while the other period held brass… percussion was split evenly between the two periods.

That was the first game of chance.

The second one was after-school practice sessions with Mr. Steunberg. Apparently, Armin was struggling with sight-reading just as much as you were, so you were paired together for practice lessons on Mondays. And every Monday for the second semester of freshman year, you and Armin played your instruments in that little sound booth while your music teacher corrected you from outside.

Eventually, the twenty minutes between the end of school and the beginning of lessons was being shared between the two of you rather than each of you hiding off down some hallway. You had decided to come down the band hall early, conveniently at the same time Armin had as well.

It started with one of you asking if the other had a certain teacher, followed by asking if they had completed the night’s assignment for that class. Over time, the floor distance between you two closed and you’d sit cross-legged on the carpeted floor just outside the booth, knee to knee, sharing snacks before Mr. Steunberg made his way from his History class and down to the band hall. You’d work on homework together and laugh over the squeaking mistakes from the neighboring booths.

Just around the time when you and Armin began to grow comfortable with each other, your organized lessons had stopped and your blooming friendship had been put on pause. Neither of you missed it too much, you barely knew each other, but you still smiled at each other in the halls and occasionally talked before your shared class if there was time, but there really wasn’t.

It was like that for a while; little waves, sentence-long conversations, awkward silences followed by equally as awkward good-byes. It was months before you ever talked the same way you had in that little hallway.

It wasn’t like you craved his presence. Christ, you would completely forget about him if you didn’t see him every day in class. But when he came up to you at the end of the day one day while you were sitting on the piano bench, waiting for the final bell to ring, you couldn’t help but smile.

You still remember the shirt he was wearing, how he pushed those thin-rimmed glasses he still wore up his nose as he talked with you, “Can you help me with sight-reading? I don’t wanna tell my mom I need lessons again and I’m embarrassed to ask anyone else.”

Of course, you had said yes to him, you wouldn’t be pulling your phone out in the middle of the night in the peak of summer to text him while you’re shit-faced to text him if you hadn’t.

Your practicing together turned into practicing and doing homework together, which turned into getting off track and watching YouTube videos together. Then came the hanging out outside of homework and lessons; goofing off at either of your neighborhood parks, walking down the road to get fast-food, running around in a grocery store because there was nothing else to do in the suburbs.

There wasn’t an exact moment where you agreed that you were best friends, it just happened. You were always there for him whenever he got pushed around by the baseball boys, when his parents got divorced and his grandfather moved in, when he got his acceptance letter to the college of his choice; and he was there for you for your first boyfriend and your first heartbreak, he was there when your dog was lost for five days… he being the one that found her, and when you got your acceptance letter, he was the one sitting next to you with open arms.

There were moments when you found yourselves distancing; when you got into little arguments. But at the end of the day, the love that each of you had for each other was stronger than anything. You always came back to him, and he to you.

No matter how many times you broke his heart by flirting with him just to hook up with some random guy at a party the same day, told him that he was your ‘best friend’, talking about how he was ‘like a brother’ to you, he couldn't leave you and he couldn’t stop loving you.

Armin would do anything for you and you would do anything for Armin. This is why when he got your messages in the dead of the night, he was over to your apartment before he could even text back.

‘armin’ ‘come over’ ‘help’ ‘need help’

Every second between the moment he got your messages until he reached your door, he was mortified. His heart was pounding out of his chest, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering while swerving around corners recklessly, eyes flitting over your parking lot to try and find anything out of the ordinary.

He almost tripped on the curb of the sidewalk while running up to your building. He was whipping open doors and frantically pressing elevator buttons as his keys still jangled in his hands, he didn’t even think to shove them into his pockets. His eyes bore into the red, electric lettering at the frame of the elevator, watching the numbers increase with his hand pressing against the metal doors like it’ll somehow make it go faster.

Once he reaches your door, he knocks frantically, jolts of pain shooting through his knuckles as he does so.

And you’re right at the door waiting for him. You tug it open the second you hear him outside of it, a giant smile of relief on your face.

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here! I was going to pass out from waiting so long,” You giggle, grabbing ahold of his forearm that was still outstretched from knocking and pulling him inside.

It took him a moment to realize that you’re alright, that you’re standing right there in front of him, unharmed and unscathed, with his sweatshirt pulled over you, the one he gave you before leaving for university. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you grab at his arms to bring him forward, stumbling back over your own feet in the process which just sends you into another fit of giggles.

You had a slight sheen of sweat over your face and neck, not a lot, just enough so when your head turned to look behind you the kitchen lights bounced against the gloss on your skin. You didn’t have pants on as well, just these light grey boy-short panties that completely exposed the length of your legs.

It wasn’t like Armin hasn’t seen you in a swimsuit before. Many times your parents had taken you on trips to a lake where you would go tubing and swimming for hours on end until you were both drained of all your energy. But seeing you in, presumably, nothing but his sweatshirt and panties that bared your thighs and bottom curves of your ass had him far more flabbergasted than a swimsuit ever could.

“You’re — you’re okay?” He asks, voice still wavering with concern as you continue to drag him towards the kitchen.

“Absolutely not!” You sound serious, “I need help… with making my dessert.” Your faux serious tone falls apart and you’re choking back another wave of laughter.

Armin watches you incredulously but intently as you slide your hands down his forearms until both of your hands meet his own, giving them a squeeze before spinning around and gripping the kitchen island’s counter.

You have an array of stainless steel bowls crowded beside each other while a mixture of dry baking goods sits unstirred in one of the bowls. You shuffle through the measuring cups and spoons before picking up a large wooden spoon and holding it up to Armin, presenting it to him, like you’ve found a block of gold.

When you turn away from him, he looks over the state of the kitchen. Sugar and flour remnants cover the countertops, series of baking instruments litter them as well, and on the kitchen table is a bottle of vodka.

And then it hits him; you’re playful nature, unpredictability, clumsiness, and intimacy.

“Are you drunk?” He asks you. He isn’t disappointed, or angry, just slightly taken aback.

You bring your head up from the bowl and tilt your head side to side like you were thinking over his question, “A little.”

It was much more than ‘a little’. Before you had even started drinking you were in a playful mood. You had just gotten the offer for a summer job for lifeguarding at the apartment complex’s pool and you thought to celebrate by binging your favorite television show and having a few shots. Then, a few shots turned to many and you were dancing around your living room while having the time of your life before you had settled on making yourself some food. ‘Another celebration’ you had convinced yourself.

But the measuring and the mixing were too hard and who else was there to call other than your best friend?

“Oh my god.” Armin smiles, shaking his head at you and making his way towards you as you continue to mix at god-knows-what you’ve put into that bowl, “You need actual food, not whatever you’re making here.”

You let go of the spoon, letting out a little huff of frustration at his words, scrunching your nose real cutely as you turn towards him. You take the front of his tee-shirt in your hands, gently fiddling with the fabric as you pout.

“I want dessert, Armin.” You whine, bringing your head forward to rest your cheek on his chest. Your chest was pressing against his torso, bare legs knocking against his own.

“’Tomorrow-You’ is going to thank me for not letting you have dessert.” He awkwardly brings one of his hands to your back, patting it a few times before letting his hand rest between your shoulder blades.

“Please?” You whisper, tilting your head up until he can feel your tiny breaths against his chin. Armin hopes you can’t feel the way his heartbeat begins to pick up in his chest at your close proximity.

“No… No, I’ll — I’ll make you toast or something, how does that sound?” He suggests, snaking his hands between the two of you to gently nudge you off him.

But the space between the two of you is quickly closed when your slide your hands up his chest and around his neck, “Don’t want toast.” You murmur, standing up on the tips of your toes to get in his eye-line. Your nose was only a breath away from his.

Armin carefully takes your wrists in his hands, taking your arms off him as he stammers out, “Well, you’re going to have toast.”

You let out another noise of frustration as you pull yourself away from him, your hands balling into fists at your sides while he pulls open your fridge for the loaf of bread on the top shelf. You watch him with your head tilted in fascination like you’ve never seen bread before, admiring the way his hair falls into his eyes as his pretty hands unwrap the plastic sleeve of the loaf then tug the toaster away from the counter backsplash.

He truly was so beautiful. You always contained your attraction towards him so well, but now your restraint was slipping.

You prance over to him, slipping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back as he slides two slices of bread from the loaf. His skin is so warm beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders and back flex as he moves his arms, his abdominal muscles twitching as well in reaction to your fingertips skimming over them.

God, he’s so fucking nervous.

Why is he so nervous?

Because you’re all over him in just panties and his shirt when he’s had a crush on you for as long as he can remember. You’re being so touchy, so intimate with him, he’s afraid he might explode.

“Go sit down. Can’t — can’t help you if you’re in my way.” He says. Oh but he could help you, he could help you even if you were hanging on him like a spider monkey, he’s just afraid you’ll realize your effect on him if you do so.

“I just wanna be close to you. You’re so cute.” You nuzzle your head under his left arm until you and slip your whole body under it and stand ever so slightly in front of him, wedged between his torso and the countertop.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt as you look up to him, your eyes glossy, and your pupils were blown. Armin tries his best to keep himself subtly distanced from you, but it’s no use. Every time he inches away, you’re just back on him.

You’re sliding your hands up his chest, fingers tracing over his jaw and cheekbones as you cling to his side. He can feel your hips knocking against his, your thighs rubbing against his as you shift around to try and get closer. Your fingers follow along the curves of his neck, tracing down his throat then skimming over his collarbones.

“Sit here then. Sit on the counter.” Armin grabs ahold of your torso and pushes you against the counter, the edge of it rutting into the small of your back. You grab ahold of his biceps and let out a flirty little giggle at what his actions could be insinuating.

Your fingers press into the plush muscle of his arms as he strains to lift you, your heels grappling at the cabinets below you to try and aid him. His waist ends up slipped between your knees when you’re finally seated, and you can feel your body flush hot with arousal.

You were already sweating from the exertion you had put forward before he had arrived, but the added closeness with Armin was just driving you crazy.

“Now sit, and stay.” Armin places his hands in front of you to enforce his directions.

You giggle a few times, smiling at the fact that he’s treating you like a dog, “Woof.”

Armin slips his waist out from your knees to come to your left slide, plucking the now toasted bread from the toaster and setting it on a napkin. He pulls open the drawer to his right for a butter knife, then snatches the butter from the island and brings it to your toast.

His hands shake as he pulls the glass top of the butter dish, they shake as he dips the knife into the butter, and continues to shake as he spreads the butter over the first piece of toast. He can feel your thigh brushing against his hip as you swing your legs.

You begin to breathe heavier, the heat of exhaustion and heat of arousal begin to grow overwhelming. You fan your face a few times, pushing your hair off your neck, before grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling it up and over your head.

“What — what are you doing?” Armin stammers, taking a tiny step away from you.

You absentmindedly fold the sweatshirt before setting it aside to fan your face again, “It’s so hot… I think it’s you, Armin.”

You can see his face flush red this time, his ears as well, turning his cheeks and nose a pretty pink shade that doesn’t help your problem.

Armin tries to ignore you, he really does, but it’s so difficult because now you’re in this skimpy little tank top with spaghetti straps. And the straps are slipping off your shoulders and Jesus fucking christ you’re not wearing a bra. He can’t stop his eyes from flitting over your scantily clad figure, drinking in the way your thighs squish against the counter, the curve of your ass as it’s pressed to the granite, the way your nipples tease the thin fabric of your skin.

“Have I ever told you that? That you’re so fine?” You giggle, running a finger down his bicep as he finishes buttering your toast. You’re so grateful that he’s got that stupid white tee shirt on, the one that keeps your gaze lingering over the lean muscle in his chest and back.

“Um, n — no. Toast is done, hop down.” He refuses to make eye contact because if he does, he’s scared he won’t be able to stop himself from kissing you.

“Help.” You pout, reaching out your hands and grabbing for his shoulders.

Armin listens to your plea, setting the toast back down and grabbing ahold of your waist to slide you off the counter. But instead of bringing your feet to the floor, you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck. You have to tilt your head down to look into his eyes, only to see his pupils blown and lashes fluttering as he blinks. He doesn’t push you off him. Instead, he uses his left hand to snatch the food off the counter while his right hand comes to brace your lower back.

He’s afraid he’s going to have a heart attack now; feeling your thighs wrapped around him, your cunt hovering just right over his growing cock, your back arching your chest so close to his face that he swears if he looked down he would get a perfect view of your tits, your parted lips all glossy, breath fanning over the bridge of his nose as you run your fingers over the curves of his pretty pink lips.

Fuck. He was definitely getting off to this later.

You’re giggling all the while, and to an extent, you know exactly the effect you have on him. It’s cute, the way he stumbles around your house and trying to keep his footing as he brings you to your bedroom.

“C’mon, Armin. At least take me on a date first,” You tease as he kneels down to bring your backside to the foot of the bed. Once your legs release his waist, he stands again.

“I’m — I’m not trying — we’re not —” He stutters, bringing his hands forward again like he’s scared you’ll pounce on him.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. Armin wants nothing more in the entire world than to have you beneath him, to have his cock sheathed inside you, to have you moan out his name as you cum around his cock…

But he couldn’t let it happen like this.

You were drunk, so so drunk. And you probably didn’t even know what you were saying.

“We can if you want to.” You speak softly, your knees knocking together as you settle into your seat, fiddling with your hands in your lap as if you got all shy all of a sudden.

And when you look up to him through your lashes, brows furrowed slightly in a pout, Armin almost caves. But he catches himself just as fast, shoving your toast in front of you like it’s a shield.

Your eyes shift down to the food that’s presented before you, and your pout turns into a cute little smile as you daintily take it from his hands. You let the napkin rest in your left palm as you hold the food in your right, immediately taking a little bite out of it.

“You want some water?” Armin asks, still standing in front of you.

You give him a nod without looking up, taking another bite out of the toast while he fills up the cup that he knew rested beside your bathroom sink. As he stands in front of the mirror he takes a moment to breathe in and out deeply as the water fills the cup.

You were going to be the death of him.

“You know, I mean it when I say you’re attractive,” He hears you say, still sitting all obediently on your bed and waiting for him to return, “Everyone’s like, ‘oh Armin got so hot!’, but I always thought you were cute… you just got so — nnghh — in the past year.”

He returns with your glass of water, holding it out to you as you finish chewing. You take it from him gently, holding it in both your hands, careful not to drop it, as you take little sips.

He knew you were being irrational, but he truly hopes you mean what you say.

When you finish drinking, you pat your hand against the mattress as you set your cup to the floor. You want him close again, want the warmth he radiates both physically and spiritually. Armin listens to your ask and sits beside you carefully, running his hands over his thighs as you pull your legs up on the mattress and cross them under you.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” You ask, voice getting tiny again.

That was real… that question… he’s so sure of it. You were always insecure about your looks when you had no reason to be, but he had no idea that you cared what he thought about you.

“I — um… I — I don’t think my — my opinion matt —” He tries to get it to come out sounding right, but the moment he opens his mouth he already knows he’s failed terribly.

“Do… do you not think I’m pretty?” He can hear the feeling of betrayal in your voice, you turn your head away from him.

“No! No, y/n, I think you’re really pretty —”

You grab ahold of his shirt collar and tug him towards you as you let your back fall to the mattress. His torso comes over you and his hand shoots out beside your head to keep him from falling atop you. He can’t even bring himself to pull off of you, because your noses are touching and he can feel your knees knocking against the left side of his waist.

“I — you’re — God, y/n you’re so pretty. Don’t ever think I don’t think that.” He breathes, trying so hard to your lips from touching, for his own sake.

Your mouth splits into a smile and a little laugh escapes your lips. Your free hand grabs ahold of his shirt as well, assuring both you and him that he isn’t going anywhere. You look down to his lips, slightly parted as he pants heavily to keep his composure.

“No, but you don’t understand,” You keep your eyes on his lips, fighting the desire to kiss him, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Armin’s breath gets caught in his throat because you had spoken that in a borderline whimper. Your bottom lip had been taken between your teeth after you finished speaking, and he swears he could see your back arch slightly.

It was completely visible now, how much you needed him. You were holding onto him for dear life, your thighs were squeezing together and your arched back had your stomach brushing against his. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, irises filled with lust and hunger.

Armin’s so grateful that your legs are to his side and now wrapped around his waist again because he would not have been able to stop himself from grinding down against you… it would have been completely involuntary.

“And — and don’t tell anyone this but sometimes… sometimes I get off to you,” You bring your voice to a whisper as you reveal your secret, lifting your head to move closer to him. He can feel your lips brush against his as you speak, “Actually... like all the time.”

Armin lets out an audible exhale, his jaw slacking at your revelation, he has to shut his eyes again.

“Do you get off to me too?” You ask. And you speak like you didn’t just reveal that to him, bringing your head back down to the mattress and smiling.

Of course he does. Of course he does.

Junior year of high school you offered to be his first kiss, just for fun, ‘cause you were friends, right? And you wanted to help him get it over with.

But every night since then, Armin has gotten off to you; laid back in his bed with his cock in his fist, and whispering your name as he cums.

“I — we’re best friends — y/n, I —”

“Best friends don’t wanna fuck each other, Armin.” You say, your voice losing all its playfulness and growing serious like you had suddenly become sober.

You stare into his pretty blue eyes for a moment, letting your own flit between the two of his. You were watching for any change in his expression, any look of disgust or repulsion, but you don’t find any. He just keeps that same incredulous, lust-filled look on his face.

He looks over you as well. Your eyes were still so droopy and hazy, your lips parted like you’re manually breathing. You were so drunk that it almost hurt him. You weren’t going to remember a single thing in the morning, and the two of you would be back to square one because Armin would never be able to repeat to you what you said to him or admit his searing desire for you.

Armin can feel your grip on his shirt tighten once more, and instead of lifting your head to him, you pull him down to you.

“I need you,” You whisper, voice shaking with arousal, “Fuck me... please.”

Armin swallows hard, his arms beginning to shake under his weight. He was going to fucking explode. He needed a break, just a moment, anything so he can catch his breath and regain some of his composure.

Christ, he was so fucking hard. If you were sober, he wouldn’t hesitate for a single second to rip off both of your clothes and push his cock inside you.

“I can’t — you’re drunk,” He murmurs, and you can hear the hurt in his voice. You can hear the fact that he truly wanted to do what you begged him for.

“No, Armin, I want it. I need it. I mean it, I swear.” You plead, your hands pawing at his shirt like he was attempting to get away from you and you wanted him to stay. But Armin was set put, he wasn’t moving, he couldn’t move even if he wanted.

“I need your cock.”

“Not — not now. You need to sleep this off. You’re… you’re not yourself right now,” He takes his eyes off yours, closing them once more and squeezing them shut.

“I’ve — I’ve always wanted you though. Always, I promise.” You continue, hoping that somehow you’ll convince him.

It was true. You wish he could understand how true it was. All the guys you had gotten with after-parties, after football games… they were all just replacements, they were fill-ins for him. You would pretend that it was him that was filling you up, gripping your hips and whispering dirty things against your ear. And for seconds at a time, it would work and you would convince yourself that Armin was right there with you.

And every time you would see him helping another girl with school work, see them flirting with him and getting touchy with him, playing with his glasses or drawing shapes on his hands with a pen… this disgusting feeling would churn around in your stomach and bubble up into your throat. And although Armin was oblivious to their flirting, it still hurt so fucking bad.

“I’ve always wanted you too… just — just not like this. Just sleep it off, okay? And — and then we’ll talk.” His left hand wraps around your waist while his right switches to brace beside your head. He grabs ahold of your torso and shimmies you up the bed until your head meets the pillow.

He sits back on his calves, his left arm sliding out from under you while his right hand brushes your messy hair out of your face before petting your head.

“And, and you’ll fuck me in the morning?” You ask, completely genuine.

Armin swallows hard again, pulling himself away from you and helping you slide your body under your sheets, “If — if you still want me to.”

You look up to him with your eyes full of admiration as he smoothes the sheets over your body, “I’ll always want you to.”

It comes out sounding much more intimate than it actually is to say that ‘you’ll always want Armin to fuck you’. And Armin lets his eyes meet yours again, matching the love that’s filled them.

He smiles to hide the doubt he has inside his chest. In the morning, you’ll either regret every word and ghost him or you’ll forget everything you’ve admitted. Both options made Armin’s heart hurt, but he decides that you leaving him would be the worst of the two. He wouldn’t know what to do if you’d never talk to him again. So for now, he truly hopes you forget.

Armin pulls his hands away from you, shuffling his knees on the bed to get off of it. But before he can bring his feet to the ground, you grab ahold of his wrist.

“Stay, please.” You ask, your eyes struggling to stay open. He wonders if you even know that you’re talking.

He listens to you anyway, bringing his hand down to the mattress as he slips himself under the sheets and next to you. And if he wasn’t sure about staying before, he sure was now because you were so warm and so soft as you shimmied back against him. You take his arm and sling it over your waist, letting his palm splay out over your stomach. You can feel every rise of his chest against your back.

You were going to doze off so easily, he was so warm, he was so comforting. You could feel sleep beginning to creep up on you quickly. But before you let it take over, you slide your hand back and between your bodies to grab the source of the hard thing poking into your ass.

“You’re so hard,” You giggle.

Armin chokes on his breath again and grabs your wrist to pull your hand off his dick, “Stop. Go — go to bed.”

You listen this time, retracting your hand to slip it over his that rests on your stomach, interlacing your fingers as you succumb to your exhaustion.

#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin x reader smut #armin x reader #all this time #2k

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tofumedic · 3 years ago

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general relationship hcs with the brothers!!

summary// how i interpret how they love you(gn! mc)

Lucifer

he gets softer, he tries not to show it in public or anywhere with peeping brothers trying to get dirt on his image

but he unwinds, theres tension in his shoulders and stance completely but you look at him and he just goes "ah. nice."

he definitely covers it up by correcting his posture and with a small cough but satan just gives him a look

he holds less venom until the problem children of the house make new big trouble

he requests you to join him in his study only when hes certain that you aren't busy or dealing with RAD work he feels bad interrupting

is secretly proud of himself for not bothering you

anyways likes inviting you to listen to his records with him and if you ask or are feeling bad will let you pick one of the records he bought you

if you have a favorite of his own he will play it consistently he memorizes the grooves of that vinyl

he hums it to get your attention just to catch your eyes y'know? small things like that keep him going until he's not as busy

Mammon

he's always at your rescue, trying to be close by like a support dog he wants to make sure youre feeling okay

loves answering questions for you but plays it off as an annoyance he wants you to not think he's as dumb as his brothers say

leaves little pieces of himself with you, jackets of his in your room, has a copy of his bathroom stuff sharing counter and shower space with yours

he doesn't mean to in a bad way but he snoops, looking for a shirt that would look totally super good on him why would you own whats clearly his huh? just wants to be reminded of you

he takes in as much as he can, his eyes dart over everything in your room learning its place for different items, piecing together how things are you

it affects his greed bc now he picks up stuff that reminds him of you even simple stuff like you mentioned you needed a shelf? -oh god be damned he bought a set of them in your favorite color because they were on his mind

learns your mannerisms, has a major thing about mirroring you. he even starts laughing a bit more like you when your gone like he's filling your space

Leviathan

MC would you pretty please match icons with me *the pointy finger emotes*

adores finding characters that act like you and ones that act like him, it makes him ship pairings he may have not cared for previously bc subconsciously... those are you two

he would change your contact to henry with one of the cute face emoticons and some hearts but if someone like his brothers see it and mention it its just "mc normie 🧍‍♂️" for like a week during his recovery

he just wants to share what he likes with you!!!

he gets trusting with you believing you're safe to know about his interests and will info dump to you about his hyperfixations

and he equally wants to know about yours even if he already knows he will ask you questions to get you to share more and it makes him so happy he just melts at hearing you happy

and the fact it's just a special thing between you two? he's over the moon its such a flex that when his brothers try to steal you away they are too confused like you two are talking in code

Satan

he loves sharing space with you

as in he likes your company but he also likes that he can still read while you do something else because he gets to enjoy you and his studies of the moment

even if he doesn't share them depending on if he's ready to if it's really personal or for an event, he will write about you

sometimes they're poems, usually free-form unless hes feeling in a certain mood mainly so he doesn't have to worry about not using words he feels suit you but don't fit his rhythm scheme. sometimes they're full stories just rushed writings until he's not as full of love that its so overwhelming

this means its rushed with pen smearing from his hand having rested on the paper, words slanted and becoming cursive in order for his speed to be faster, he always writes in one sitting or will lose the motivation but its always based on you and how he feels about you that are his best pieces

you're his muse and shows it in how even if he's less physically attentive he does start to push into your small affections like holding his face or holding his hand, he leans into you like a cat taking a nap in the sun

Asmodeus

he asks you for your favorite kinds of affection, your least favorites, requests you all time, he wants to make you the most pleased the most comfortable so you enjoy the attention as much as he does

he also likes matching with you but in the way of clothes or doing your hair to match his or making kandi bracelets that have each other names or him wearing lipstick and you wearing a colored kiss pressed in sweet visible places. anywhere on your face is free game

he's a spot thief if anyone leaves you alone for a moment he's soaking up the attention, a hard believer of finders keepers. he likes filling spots he wants to help you feel complete, he wants to be there for you

real full love is hard for him, it's hard to believe in but after forming the pact he comes to terms that it's not just infatuation

talks with him will become more personal and deep instead talking about his brothers or just gossip to keep you updated though you of course still get it but its not a shield anymore if he's gonna be... bare with you he will do it fully

he starts saving objects like glass drink bottles or tickets or receipts from cute cafes, he loves photos especially of you but also of date scenery, of you with him even if its just your hands or your legs pressed against his while sitting. he likes the proof that you're real that you like him for real

Beelzebub

he makes sure you eat but only if you want to! humans eat so little are you sure you don't want dessert with him? you can share he can get an extra spoon

he tries to keep you safe even from yourself, he might be a little slow but he learns your tells if you give him time you chased off his nightmares so he has to do the same you deserve it

he enjoys simple intimacy like hugs and holding hands and stuff like that just for reminders but he also likes bumping into you just lightly he doesn't want you to fall but if you take an extra step after he has a small smile, rubbing against you with his head if his mouth is full or if talking is tough

will add some of your favorite foods to a list of his favorites because you're his favorite! he will also recommend stuff close to your favorites he looks out for them

he's another that enjoys your company going to you or a space thats full of you like your room just makes him feel more at ease, it's not uncommon for him to subconsciously just follow a few feet behind you while you're moving around

(this also leads to a slower set of footsteps following at an even further distance, its belphie following his mobile heating pads for sleeping if he could be bothered enough)

Belphegor

he's your new weighted blanket and youre the pillow it's a whole set, his complaints light hearted about his pillow moving so much when you give him small head pets

he includes you in schemes with satan deciding not to hide the truth like you again originally trying to make up his apology through his actions

he's very smart! he's fast on learning on how you're feeling depending on your body language or if he put his elbow in a bad spot while laying down

now know when asmo said that he(belphie) has the greatest smile you get that for free! sometimes you do have to pay the toll in naps or just pillowing him or doing something to make beel smile

his love is his trust, it's your trust, its proving himself not only to you but to his brothers and himself. you deserve the best and so he has to be that. his love is learning thats he's already earned yours in his regret and his growth

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whoree321 · 3 years ago

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I am not sure if you have done this already, (if you have, you can ignore it) BUT... I'd love to see some NSFW headcannons for Tech...

i have not done this yet but i am frothing at the mouth at the opportunity! the lust that i feel for that man is indescribable

nsfw tech headcanons

warning: if the title wasn’t clear, these are literally just dirty dirty sex thoughts. X rated shit. if filth of this nature is not suitable for you plz don’t read<3

first and foremost it is very very important for me to say that i know, with 100% confidence, that tech is the best at sex of all the bad batch members

i understand this may be a controversial take. some of you may disagree. i don’t care.

the reasons that tech is the best at sex are threefold

1) tech does not tolerate being anything less than exceedingly proficient when it comes to his knowledge and abilities in any given subject of interest. regardless of the occasion, he won’t accept a below average performance from himself. tech has put in the hours, on and off the field (if you will), to ensure he is well versed in anything and everything to do with sex and pleasure. and he’s always anxious to experiment and learn more

2) tech is not hindered by shyness in the bedroom. when he knows what he’s doing, tech is confident (borderline arrogant), and as stated in reason #1, he KNOWS what he’s doing. tech may be a blushing, bashful mess when it comes to the emotional aspects of a relationship, but once y’all start getting hot and heavy he loses pretty much all of that. he knows he’s gonna show you a good time, and he’s excited

3) tech is also not hindered by pride in the bedroom. he has a very holistic view of sex (seriously he did a lot of research, he knows every school of thought regarding sexual intimacy), and he understands it in both a physical, theoretical way and also in a more emotional way. his main concern is mutual satisfaction by any means necessary, but if you’re in a relationship he’s also very interested in using sex has a way to like strengthen your connection. tech has no interest in being some kind of macho, alpha male that can conquer you or something. he’s not gonna limit himself to certain positions or methods to try to preserve his sense of masculinity. he wants you to feel good, and nothing is off the table. he will explore anything to enhance the experience (like seriously anything- we will get into that in a bit)

so for those reasons, i think tech is lowkey a sex god

whether or not you’ve had sex before when you and tech get together, sleeping with him for the first time might as well be your first time ever

because you did not know sex could really be THAT good

and that’s before he has the opportunity to really learn your body and figure out the best ways to pleasure you

i think that for a hot second, sex with tech is always a little bit of an experiment

he’s obviously focused on you and the moment, but he’s also doing research. (with your permission) tech will literally take detailed notes, he’ll record you so he can watch it back and analyze his performance like a professional athlete or something. he’s keeping track of how you respond to different things, how fast he can get you hurtling over the edge with different positions, paces, toys, etc.

side note: he loves toys. tech will modify toys (or fully build his own) based on both of your specific needs, so that even the toys yall use are designed with maximum efficiency

that’s really the only flaw with tech in a sexual sense: he’s really really methodical in the beginning, and it can sometimes take away from the genuine passion of the moment

once he’s satisfied with his research and feels confident in his knowledge of your body tho, it becomes wayyyy more natural and intimate rather than a science experiment. he’s solid in his physical knowledge of you, so he’s more focused on enjoying the moment and having fun

it’s almost like he needed to memorize the best way to fuck you and do it over and over until he didn’t need to consciously think about it before he could fully let himself go with you. there’s a notable transition when sex goes from being a technical mission for him to achieve your orgasm, to being a mutually/equally passionate, erotic experience

tech is a switch and you can’t change my mind

he usually assumes more of a dominant role, enjoying having you begging and whimpering beneath him, but he also loves when you take the reigns and have your way with him

i don’t think he’s the horniest of all the batchers, but he most certainly has a plentiful sex drive

when y’all haven’t had a chance to fuck in a while tech is secretly incorrigible

to the untrained eye, he’s good at keeping it to himself, but it’s very obvious to you. he goes out of his way to be just a little too close to you, his eyes linger on you just a little too long, his hands find their way to be touching you more than normal

he’s usually really easy to tease, but especially when he’s like this

literally you just stroke his forearm and whisper something lightly seductive in his ear and he’s pulling you into the nearest private space and absolutely rearranging your guts

circling back to what i said about tech becoming less scientific and more passionate during sex as time goes on with you, i think that also applies to dirty talk

i think he’s generally pretty vocal in bed, but it takes a little bit for him to nail the sensuality of dirty talk

at first, it’s not something he can really do that sounds very natural, like it comes out just a little too technical sounding

but once tech gets comfortable with you and really lets himself be fully vulnerable and open to you, he’s actually really really good at it. it still sounds just a little formal, but in an endearing and sexy way

he loves to tell you how sexy you are, how beautiful you look, how well you’re taking him, how good you feel

this man def has a degradation kink (specifically with intelligence)

like he doesn’t even really realize it himself until one time he’s testing out his newest toy on you and he asks you how it feels and you can’t even string together a coherent thought, much less a sentence, and he notices and starts asking more and more questions just to see you struggle to think of a response

and then he’s putting the toy down and going absolutely feral on you, pounding into you and saying that you’re just a cock dumb slut, that you’re so desperate and horny for him you can’t even think, that it’s so easy to just just absolute filth and he’s so condescending and arrogant about it

you both finish almost synchronously and after the aftershocks have passed and you’ve caught your breath, the two of you can’t help giggling a little bit as you comment that you weren’t expecting that to be as hot as it was, and he agrees

and omg if you uno reverse card it and do the same thing to him? he’s a fucking mess

like you’ve been torturously edging him, and every time you get him to the brink you ask him some sort of complex mathematical question or something, and he’s so wrecked he can’t spit the answer out so you say something like “aww i guess you’re not as smart as i thought, that’s ok baby at least you’re still pretty”. he’s a whining, shaking mess by the time you let him cum

(once he pulls himself together he definitely gets you back for it too)

also i think tech really really likes to leave hickeys on you exactly in the most precarious places. like he knows the exact measurements of where your clothes cover your skin and he loves to leave marks like right on the edge so that it’s mostly hidden but if anything shifts it’s visible

if any of the the other boys notice and tease you, he gets the most smug little grin on his face. once you have a second to yourselves, he saunters over to you and apologizes, but you know he’s happy to remind everyone that you’re his

overall i am just so fucking horny for this man like i just know tech is a phenomenal lover, he’s so focused on you and is just so good at all of it i would give anything to take him to pound town

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch headcanons #tech tbb #tbb tech headcanons #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tech x you #tech x reader #the bad batch tech x reader

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hongism · 4 years ago

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reciprocated - j.wy (ft. c.san) 18+

↦ pairing: san x fem!reader x wooyoung ↦ genre: pwp, smut, 18+, non idol au, friends with benefits au ↦ wc: 4.0k ↦ pt 2 to belated | ↦ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex: f and m, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum eating, masturbation, creampie

When you and San sent Wooyoung the less than appropriate for viewing video, you had half-expected an immediate response of an extended keyboard smash or just a series of emojis conveying his both panic and excitement to be receiving such a thing. What you got in reality was radio silence on his part, and that seems to have caught San off-guard as well because he can’t seem to figure out why Wooyoung wouldn’t respond. Granted, it’s only been around a week since you sent the damn thing, but Wooyoung is notorious for responding within a fraction of a second, so the mystery becomes why hasn’t Wooyoung responded or reacted. He texts you and San regularly, either through the group chat you have with the two men or just one on one, but he does not under any circumstances mention the email attachment you sent from San’s computer. Even when San directly asked him over text if he received his birthday gift, Wooyoung just neglected to respond entirely.

San could not be more unbothered by the fact that Wooyoung won’t respond. You on the other hand can’t help but feel like he has seen the video and was so disgusted and grossed out by it that he’s just counting down the days to end your friendship. It’s a constant and bubbling anxiety in your gut, and it’s one that heightens when Friday evening rolls around and Wooyoung comes by your apartment with San to watch a movie.

The latter arrives before Wooyoung does, pushing into the apartment like he owns in and immediately making himself comfortable beside you on the couch. Your nervous exterior must be evident to him because his cheerful attitude morphs into one of concern the second he sits down.

“What’s that expression for?”

“Do you think he’s… I don’t know, weirded out?”

“By the video?” You nod hastily, and San twists to look at the ceiling. “No way. He’s probably too shy to say anything. Full guarantee he’s been using it as jerk off material every day this week.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t he have said something by now? I think it’s—”

“I think you’re overthinking,” San states. An idle hand comes to rest on your thigh, skin bared by the shorts you’re wearing, and he mindlessly traces faint patterns there. “I have an idea. One that I’ll only do if you’re okay with it.”

“What are you planning?” You narrow your gaze on San. The words are a bit suspicious, but San has never given you a reason not to trust him before, and you’re certain he wouldn’t do anything without your explicit permission and comfort.

“He’s too shy to talk about it, no?”

“I don’t know, San. That’s part of my concern,” you huff out in response.

“And I know him better than you do. Trust me when I say that he is merely too shy to say anything about the video.”

“So, the plan is…?”

“Threesome?”

“San!” The man all but cackles at your startled reaction and retracts his hand from your leg to clutch at his chest.

“I’m being completely serious.”

“You can’t be.” San deadpans, eyes searching yours with razor-sharp focus. “San.”

“Do you want to see how he really feels about it?”

“Of course I do but… I’m – I, well, I’m just shy about it!”

“And do you trust me to guide you through it and stop when you want to stop?” San leans towards you, and you find yourself moving with him, breaths intermingling as you get closer to each other.

“Yes, I always do, San.” He laughs under his breath once before letting his forehead fall against yours.

“And how do you feel about sex with Wooyoung?”

“I’m… I would like that a lot, I think. You aren’t gonna get jealous if Wooyoung fucks me, are you?”

“I can’t promise not to, but at the end of the day, I know—”

The thought is cut short thanks to the door popping open once more, and this time when you look up at it, it’s Wooyoung who steps through with his head tucked to his chest. You sink your teeth into your lower lip without thinking, letting San nudge you further down to the middle of the couch so he can better settle against your body. Wooyoung doesn’t even look up as he comes closer, phone in hand and screen flashing a bright light that keeps him preoccupied. That does absolutely nothing to ease your worries though, and his obvious avoidance of you and San’s forms causes an extra surge of panic to rush through you. San again detects your nerves and darts a hand out to clasp around your thigh just at the top of your knee, fingers massaging the bare skin there gently while Wooyoung positions himself on the other end of the couch. He doesn’t put a ton of distance between the two of you, which is a small reassurance, but he still won’t look up at you.

“Hey, Woo, did you–oof!” You send an elbow straight into San’s ribcage before he can finish the question. San squeezes hard at your leg and sends you a sharp and pointed glare. You return it with one of equal heat to no avail because San continues speaking, hand keeping you firmly in place. “Did you get my gift? For your birthday?”

Choi San is far too bold for your liking, you’ve decided that much.

“B-Birthday?” Wooyoung stutters. He glances up from his phone with cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his gaze flicks between you and San for a few seconds. The silence drags. You can hardly breathe thanks to the lump in your throat. Wooyoung stares. San waits. And you are ready to burst. Then —

“For fuck’s sake, Wooyoung, do we need to reenact it on the couch for you?”

And in that moment, you truly do think you have died because there is no way in a million years that San really just said those words out loud. You jerk to bury your face against his shoulder – not helping your case since Wooyoung has most definitely seen the video and is most definitely thinking about the things you and San were doing in said video and any act of intimacy or closeness between the two of you is a dumpster fire just waiting to happen.

“No! No, no, no, no, no,” Wooyoung rambles so quickly that the words sound foreign against your ears. “You don’t – I wouldn’t – that’s too much to ask, I would never—”

“Well, you were obviously thinking about it!” San argues, not missing a beat in his remarks, and you really want nothing more than to completely disappear from existence entirely. “That boner isn’t exactly discreet!”

Whatever sound leaves your lips is nothing short of inhumane, most likely something close to a pig squealing, and San secures an arm around your waist when you throw yourself further against him. He releases a loud laugh that rings in your ear, squeezing you as tight as he can without hurting you.

“I’m sure we can work something out. You heard the way Y/N was screaming your name, didn’t you?” You’re thankful that Wooyoung can’t see your face because you are positive that your wide eyes make you look like a deer caught in headlights and he might take that as a sign of hesitance, when in reality you are already imagining Wooyoung fucking you raw while you’re bent over San’s lap. Instead, San stands up from the couch, keeping his hands on yours while he moves, and you blink up at him with the same wide eyes.

“I – I didn’t w-want to assume that she – I thought it was just… just because you were – yeah,” Wooyoung stammers. His voice grows more quiet with each passing word, and you can envision the way his chin drops to his chest as it normally does when he’s flustered.

“Didn’t want to assume that she wanted you just as badly as you want her?” San inquires, head tilting to the side as he asks the question. “Was the sight of her begging for your cock while my cum was dripping off her face not enough for you?” You need to make a mental note to beat the shit out of him after this, but you also don’t want to admit that the burning humiliation is actually causing your gut to twist with arousal. Your thighs press tightly together against the couch – a movement that doesn’t escape San’s notice. “She’s practically drooling from the thought already. Shouldn’t you give her something to do with that mouth?”

The words have their intended effect on you; they’re words San has spoken to you in less than appropriate situations time and time again, but now they seem even more filthy because Wooyoung is right there. Your lower lip trembles as a whimper slips out, and you hear Wooyoung inhale a sharp and painful breath of air.

“I won’t interrupt, don’t worry,” San murmurs, letting a finger trace over your chin. “I’ll just keep her fully occupied, yeah? How does that sound, sweetheart?”

“G-Good,” you hastily answer through a gasp.

“Mhm, then you can be good and sit still for him while I eat you out?”

“S-San.” The single word is spoken breathlessly, and you’re shocked that it even comes out with sound, to be honest. San just smirks in response, watching and waiting for you to indicate that you don’t want to do this. So when you provide a small nod of confirmation, he nudges you off the couch and onto the floor. Your knees hit the carpet painfully, but you take it in stride as best you can and move to a more comfortable position. Wooyoung remains in a state of shock, not budging one bit from his spot on the farthest cushion, and San has to lean over your kneeling form to catch hold of Wooyoung’s collar and yank him forward.

“Are you gonna make her do all the work?” He hums, pressing into Wooyoung’s personal space so much so that Wooyoung has to lean away from him.

“N-No, I’m – I’m just still a bit shocked.” He isn’t too shocked to finally sit on the center cushion and press his legs around your body, feet planted firmly on either side of your thighs. Now you can clearly see the growing erection tucked behind his jeans along with the hazy flush on his cheeks and neck that looks oh so pretty from this angle.

San moves away from the couch no doubt to make room for himself between your folds. It leaves you with the task of helping Wooyoung out of his pants, but without San’s endless confidence, you both fumble awkwardly around each other for too long before bonking heads when Wooyoung tries to tug his pants down for you. Ironically enough, the contact is all you needed to dispel the awkward energy between you two, and you share in a small laugh with hands still fumbling over each other.

“Do you… is he right?” Wooyoung asks once your hands hook around his underwear. You hesitate there, blinking up at the man in wonder for a few moments.

“Yeah, he – um, he didn’t really need to convince me to do the video,” you mumble back before embarrassment gets the better of you. “I was just worried that you wouldn’t see me like that.”

“Oh no, I definitely do! Not to, uh, sound too enthusiastic but yeah. I do.” You can only manage a tight-lipped grin in Wooyoung’s direction before taking hold of his underwear and yanking it down past his knees. A startled groan leaves him as cold air touches his stiff member, cock springing out to slap against the fabric of his shirt. The shirt doesn’t remain on for long as it is though, seeing as Wooyoung leans back and strips himself of the material without second thought. San makes a timely appearance behind you in that moment, hands running up your sides to tug your shirt off as he settles on the floor. You let him move your body into whatever position he wants while you keep your gaze firmly set on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung doesn’t maintain eye contact, however; he keeps his gaze firmly set on your body, trailing over the mounds of your breasts and the freshly exposed skin that’s left there now. His tongue pokes out to dart over his lips, and the hunger of lust gives him a newfound sense of confidence that has him leaning towards you. You sit up to meet him halfway — lips smash together in a clash of saliva and tongue, teeth clattering as they bump together. San works on pulling your pants away as well, leaving you full bare before both men, but he doesn’t give you time to be embarrassed or shy about the lack of clothes. He weasels his way between your legs and comes face to face with your now exposed cunt. A few strands of arousal are already present there just from the sight of Wooyoung’s hardened cock, which San laps up like a starved man.

The tiniest kitten lick has you whimpering, San’s hands latching around your hips and pulling you down to his chin. You brace yourself on Wooyoung’s muscled thighs. The skin is soft under your fingers, but the harsh touch has his muscles trembling and tensing under you. You dip closer to his crotch, eyes not leaving his for a second. He can only groan under his breath as you drag the flat of your tongue up his length. His cock is heavy against your tongue, a bit of saltiness lingering there thanks to the precum leaking from his tip, but you take it in stride and gulp the taste down as best you can. With a startled gasp, Wooyoung twitches in your mouth, and his hips buck up off the couch to thrust further into your wet heat.

“S-Shit,” Wooyoung mutters. He tries to still his hips to no avail because the more you move your tongue along his dick, the more he struggles to keep from jerking and writhing under your touch.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” San hums from between your legs. “Such a good little cock slut.” The words carry over your clit, sending rapid vibrations through you, and now it’s your turn to thrash from pleasure. You moan around Wooyoung’s length and squeeze his base a little tighter. Even though the ministrations from San are nothing short of amazing, you refuse to be outdone, especially when this is about Wooyoung and not you. Thus you choke back your moans and drop your mouth lower on Wooyoung’s dick, hollowing your cheeks as you bob along him.

He’s not exactly the largest – in girth or in length – but he’s most definitely a bit longer than San, as well as a tad slimmer. His cock has a slight curve to it, one that causes him to hit the back of your throat sooner than you expect, and it’s a struggle not to gag around him. Your throat does constrict a bit, but that only draws a moan from Wooyoung’s lips. He reaches up to cover the sound, clasping his fingers hard around his mouth, and you resist the urge to giggle at his flushed cheeks and embarrassment. Instead, you pull the flat of your tongue over him and explore the underside of his cock like that. You spend an ample amount of time just tracing each ridge and vein on him before pulling up to suck gently at his head. Wooyoung is especially sensitive there; he jerks and writhes the instant you start paying attention to the skin there, thighs quaking from the stimulation.

“A-Ah, wait, w-wait, I — fuck!” Wooyoung doesn’t get to finish his thought, and he reaches down to close his hand over yours, squeezing hard at the base of his cock until his member is flushed a deep red. The action catches you off-guard at first, but he doesn’t let you stay confused for long before he explains his reasoning. “D-Don’t wanna cum yet.”

“You won’t last long in me like this,” you counter through a smirk. Wooyoung’s cheeks bear a thin sheen of sweat now, which only enhances the blush across them.

“I c-can’t get it back up that quickly. If I’m gonna cum, then I want it to be in you.”

“Gosh, you’re such a smooth-talker,” you tease as you push your legs into a standing position. San doesn’t question it, merely slipping out from under you to move to another part of the room. You don’t bother to look back at him; Wooyoung holds all of your attention in the palm of his hand now. Confident hands fall onto Wooyoung’s shoulders, and you lower yourself onto his lap. A coy smirk plays at your lips, one that Wooyoung watches with rapt focus as you press his leaking erection flat against his stomach between your sweaty and naked bodies. “Makes me want you to fuck me, Wooyoungie.” You can’t keep from pushing your lips into a slight pout, hand snaking down to take hold of Wooyoung’s member again, and you jerk him with languid and deliberate strokes.

“Fu-uck, is she – is she always like this?”

“More often than not,” San chuckles from his new position off to the side, legs spread wide as he runs a hand over his own erection. “Just wait until you actually get your cock in her. Didn’t she sound so desperate and needy in the video?”

Wooyoung’s hands find your hips and grip the skin there so tightly that you can feel it bruising under his touch, but the slight sparks of pain it leaves you with are nothing short of delightful. It’s enough to cause you to let out a small whimper and clench your hand down hard on Wooyoung’s cock. That is all the incentive he needs to pull you up over his member. You guide him to your entrance without hesitation, moving as he does to meet his lips in a messy kiss. He pushes into you a bit then and exhales a small groan into your mouth that you eat up without hesitation.

“More,” you mumble against him and shove his hands out of the way. You push your hips body down as far as you can, taking his cock all the way into your tight heat. Wooyoung breaks the kiss to let out a choked gasp. He throws his head back, exposing the pretty tanned column of his neck, and you dive in without thought. Your teeth drag over the skin there with the intention to nip and bite at it, but Wooyoung runs a hair through your hair, gripping the base of your neck tight to tug you back and look you in the eye.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he all but growls, eliciting a sharp wave of arousal in your gut.

“Hard and fast like you fucking mean it,” you hiss. You grip his chin hard in your hand and pinch his cheeks together to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung takes your words in stride, securing your legs around him quickly before flipping you onto your back. A huff of air passes through your lips from the impact of hitting the couch cushions so hard, but Wooyoung doesn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before he is pistoning his cock in and out of your cunt without any semblance of restraint or rhythm.

“Holy s-shit,” you exhale, biting back a moan just before it falls out. All you can do is secure your hands on the cushions beneath you as Wooyoung fucks you in a fit of passion and intensity. San must be enjoying the sight of you two based on the groans that slip out of his mouth, loud noises that accentuate your own and the lewd sounds coming from between your bodies. “Fuck me so good, Wooyoung, god, you feel so good in me. Want you to cum in me too, baby. Fill me up nicely, y-yeah?” It’s a miracle that you get any words out, let alone that many without endless stutters and gasps, but the effort it takes is more than worth it when you see the look in Wooyoung’s eyes. He doesn’t respond verbally; although he doesn’t particularly need to because his dick does all the talking for him in the way he fucks you deeper than before, searching for that treasured sweet spot of yours. It only takes a few thrusts for him to find it, and when he brushes over the sensitive area, you can’t contain your noises any longer.

You fling out a desperate hand in San’s direction, searching for some sort of contact from the man, but Wooyoung snatches up the limb instead. He tangles his fingers with yours as he fucks you, and it provides a delightful amount of intimacy that you were craving even when he pins that same hand behind your head to thrust into your tight walls at a different angle.

“You gonna cum, Y/N?” Wooyoung growls against the shell of your ear. He catches your lobe between his teeth, nipping at the skin in a way that has your back arching off the couch and into his body. It nearly tips you over the edge, but you hold on a little bit longer with sheer willpower to cum alongside him. “You’re so tight I can barely move.”

“Wooyoung,” you whine, writhing a bit under him as his thrusts slow down a bit. He shuts you up then and there with his lips and kisses you until you’re positively breathless.

“Cum for me, angel.” His gaze flits up to where San is sitting with cock in hand, eyes glinting dangerously for a moment. His lips touch the shell of your ear and fill it with soft pants that have you shivering. “And call out Sannie’s name for him since he’s being so good over there all on his own.”

It only takes one glance over to where San is perched for you to cum, the mere sight of him jerking his length with sweat on his brow and eyes firmly fixated on your body, and a hasty cry of his name tumbles from your lips. It must be enough to send him over the edge too because you hear him call out your name a moment later, then Wooyoung joins the two of you in sweet ecstasy, hips stuttering in their rhythm as warm cum fills your cunt. You’re so spent you can barely move or think straight in the blessed aftermath of your orgasm, but Wooyoung gets up rather quickly. He climbs off your body and steps over to where San is seated still. In the blink of an eye, he drops to his knees in front of the man – his best friend at that – and his mouth is on San’s softening cock, lapping up the evidence of his orgasm and the cum that splattered over his stomach. A giggle leaves Wooyoung’s lips as he pulls up again and swipes a finger over his mouth to collect any excess cum.

“That was fun,” he says with a smile. A straight row of glistening teeth sink into his lower lip. “And something we should do again sometime.”

“I doubt you’ll have to do much to convince us,” San mutters, eyes darting over to find yours. “Right, Y/N?”

“Sign me up.”

a/n: im sorry this took so lONG oidjfosij this was really hard to write for some reason so i hope it’s still good but yeet yes hello ;-;

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DATING ATEEZ A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kang Yeosang

A ⇴ AFFECTION

The best thing about Yeosang was that he had an incredible awareness of the exact time when you’d need a hug. Whenever you were in search of affection, he was always there ready to wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You were introduced through Wooyoung at an Ateez event, who was convinced the two of you would get along. Needless to say, the two of you very quickly found yourselves in flowing conversation as you got to know each other, proving a very smug Wooyoung to be right, much to his delight.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

When Wooyoung caught on that Yeosang seemed to like you, he was very quick in pushing his best friend to confess to you. When the two of you were at another event, Wooyoung practically cornered Yeosang into your private space, leaving him no choice but to start a conversation, with Wooyoung not stepping aside until Yeosang had told you how he felt, asking you out on a date with him too.

D ⇴ DATES

Your perfect date nights with each other were usually spent in front of the console playing whatever game one of you wanted. The two of you weren’t overly competitive, often playing laid on top of each other, relaxing and just enjoying being around each other. Most of the time, Yeosang won anyway, the far better gamer, but he was never one to rub it in your face. Usually, when one of you got hungry, takeout would be ordered too, with both of you snacking in between rounds of whatever game you were playing.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Yeosang had never really had any dating experience before meeting you, leaving him incredibly nervous about what was right and what was wrong. He tended to open up to Wooyoung the most about what worried him about dating, sometimes stupidly trusting him to give him some advice and pointers about what to do. Luckily for him, Jongho would usually be on hand too with much more sensible advice that Yeosang could listen to, helping him find his feet in the crazy world that was dating.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He was very sensitive to arguments and disagreements, Yeosang always worked hard to stop them from happening, as usually it would end up with his emotions running away with him. You often found yourself getting frustrated with how hard he worked, which meant he took very little care of himself. Whilst he would protest that he was fine, you’d know better, usually managing to wear him down until the emotions of all of his hard work hit him and he’d end up admitting that he needed a rest. Huge fights very rarely occurred between you both, both of you were far too calm and mature to let that happen.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Before meeting anyone else in his family, Yeosang made sure to introduce you to his elder sister, trusting that she’d be able to make you comfortable and give you the best impression of his family. Not to mention how often she begged Yeosang to introduce you to her, as she was so desperate to meet you.

H ⇴ HOME

A lot of your time together was spent at your place, as with two others living in his dorm room with him, alone time with Yeosang was very rare. Whilst he made sure to be at the dorm for work, when a day off came around, he’d usually find himself instinctively on his way over to your place to spend time with you.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were the first one to say those three words when you flew out to surprise Yeosang whilst he was on tour. Seeing him was incredibly overwhelming for you, and before you’d really had the chance to process that he was back in front of you, you were whispering your confession into his ear whilst trying to keep it together.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

When other people get very close to you, Yeosang is most definitely aware. His observant eyes can sometimes be a bit of a downside for him as he picks up on even the smallest of things that many people, including you, would ignore. He’s also very sensitive, and so if it feels like someone is getting close to you, he’ll instantly close off. He’s mature when he’s jealous, he doesn’t tend to make a scene, but you’ll know by how quiet he becomes that something isn’t right and that he isn’t comfortable in the situation.

K ⇴ KIDS

Being such a thinker, Yeosang can’t help himself but to often think about the future with you and the possibilities of having a family too. Whilst he doesn’t think too far in depth about things, he certainly has certain things that he dreams about, and hopes will happen in the future. Most of these thoughts are ones that he keeps to himself, happy in his own bubble of imagining what his life one day might look like.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Yeosang doesn’t stress about much, and so he’s usually naturally got a smile on his face and laughing about most things too. His positive and carefree attitude often rubs off on you too, relaxing you when you’re stress and encouraging you to smile, even on some of your most difficult days. He knows how to hold a room from his times as an MC, and so he’ll almost always manage to capture your attention with the things that he has to say, making sure that you’re always laughing, or at least smiling, when he’s talking to you too. Whilst he isn’t the loudest member of the group, he’ll still always have you laughing.

M ⇴ MISSING

Around the others, Yeosang always at least tries to pretend as if he’s fine, being mature about the situation and trying to deal with the hand that he’s been dealt as best as he can. However, as soon as he’s by himself, he’ll struggle more over being away from you and the emotions that he so often holds to himself go. He also hates to let you know that he’s missing you when he speaks to you, but as soon as he goes quiet, you can tell that he’s beginning to struggle with being away from you. He hates making others feel bad when he misses you, whilst others are happy, he tries to do the same as best as he can.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tend to shorten Yeosang’s name whenever you want to give him a nickname, neither of you are massive on soppy pet names, preferring to keep things simple whilst still making sure to address each other sweetly.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Yeosang is obsessed with your smile, knowing that you’re happy when you’re around him is all that ever matters to him, leaving him in a positive mood too.

P ⇴ PDA

He’s very reserved when it comes to affection in public with you, he’ll do enough to keep you safe, but aside from that, he’s very quiet. You’ll only ever receive a kiss from Yeosang when he’s sure that no one else is around and watching, other than that, it’s usually a hold of your hand to keep you protected by his side.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When you spot that Yeosang is deep in thought, you’ll love to ask him what he’s thinking about. It often leaves you in surprise that his mind could think about such things, and lead to an interesting debate between you both too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

If the two of you are out in public on dates, Yeosang will love to take one of his drones to fly about so that the two of you can remember the place and the memories made. He has a hard drive specifically for the trips that the two of you have taken so that you can look back over them one day. You’re not exactly allowed to touch his drones, knowing how protective he is, but you still love to sit back and watch.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy with Yeosang is always incredibly sweet, he’s always very affectionate and talkative, usually in hushed tones with plenty of sweet nothings being muttered by him. He’s not massive on being a dom, the two of you tend to have equal control when it comes to intimacy. Neither of you take the lead, instead you just work off of how you’re both feeling and perhaps who needs the attention a little bit more.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He can always pick up on when you’re low or high, and so Yeosang will always make sure to text you when he can tell you’re not feeling great. He’s very good at spotting things, even through a text or a simple voice note.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

The thought of his future is what makes Yeosang happiest. He’s only ever really had the group to reflect on when it comes to the years ahead, so now that he can think about you too, it makes his future all the more exciting.

V ⇴ VACATION

When he’s got time off, Yeosang enjoys staying at home with you and basking in the home comforts that he misses out on for so many months throughout the year. He��ll dedicate most of the time to what you want to do though and make up for the time that he leaves you doing things by yourself whilst he’s busy.

W ⇴ WHINING

Yeosang isn’t someone that tends to whine a lot, he might get a little bit louder, but he’d never whine, understanding that sometimes you need your space.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Kisses from Yeosang are always incredibly sweet, he loves to leave light pecks against your skin that he knows will make you blush and often leave you coming back to him because you want a little more. When the two of you are cuddled up, he can’t help but kiss against you, usually using his kisses to let you know how he’s feeling rather than bothering to break the soft atmosphere by using his words.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were always there for Yeosang, which was something that he never took for granted.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’d always cuddle you close at night, with his strength and tightness changing depending on your mood. If you’d had a bad day, he’d hold you extra tight, however if you needed a bit of space, he’d just hold your hand instead.

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