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[charlottecutepie]

🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆ nsfw alphabet (Michael Afton x fem!reader)

tags: p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), lingerie kink, praise kink, Michael is my bf

Michael art by terphy._.ry

A — Aftercare

Michael's breathing heavily, lying on top of you, trying to realise that everything that just happened wasn't his dream.

His cock is still inside you, and he can lazily move his hips, because poor guy can't stop his arousal, which continues to grow with every second. When that happens, you always tease him by biting his lower lip and whispering, "don't tell me you want a second round?" what makes him blush. But a smile still appears on his face. Yes, he does, but sometimes he's too shy to ask.

Michael also becomes very talkative after sex, asks if everything is okay, if you liked it, sometimes this guy worries too much about your state, but you don't mind. He also likes to shower you with kisses, cooing words of tenderness. He climbs on top of you like a little kitten and nuzzles your neck.

B — Body part

Not gonna lie, Michael likes your breasts. At least he didn't lie. You noticed his fascinated glances at your cleavage from the very beginning, and whenever you said, "Mikey, my face is up here," he just rolled his eyes and looked the other way, trying to change the subject of the dialogue. Yes, he was embarrassed.

Michael loves you whole, don't doubt it. But your breasts are too beautiful for him not to touch them.

C — Cum

If your breasts are so beautiful, then why not cum on them? Michael feels himself damn pervert, but as soon as he found out that you like it, his happiness knew no bounds. Before he always used to ask for permission: "Baby, can I? can I?"

It didn't seem right for Michael to cum inside your mouth while you were giving him head. Despite how hot it was to see your lips covered with his seed Afton felt it was wrong, too dirty, too pervert. But, fortunately for him, his girlfriend is just as perverted as he is.

D — Dirty secret

Afton himself thought that he had no secrets from you, but it turned out opposite.

Michael probably won't tell you, but he would like to try female domination. He doesn't like rough sex, but if you sit on him, put his hands behind his head and start moving slowly on his cock, he won't last five minutes. And if you tell him to not cum? Michael will lose his head.

Besides your dominance, Michael, as mentioned earlier, loves your breasts. And more than once he imagined putting his cock right between them. He thinks he's a complete pervert, imagining it, even thinking about it, but the image of you like that never gets out of his head. Maybe one day he will talk about it, but not in the near future. He's just ashamed.

He's not sure if this can be called a dirty secret, but he likes petting. When he fingers you, his thumb rubbing your clit and you wrap your palm around his twitching cock as you both moan into each other's mouths.

E — Experience

He had no experience (although he said opposite to his friends). Except for the adult magazines that Michael secretly kept under his pillow. But when his father found out about it… History is silent about what happened next.

F — Favourite position

Michael can change positions very often during sex. And there are two reasons for this: 1. He is very horny and wants to try everything. 2. He wants to see your body from all possible angles. He especially likes it when you're on top, so he can watch your breasts bounce.

Michael also likes it when you lie on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist while he hangs over you and fucks you into the bed. In this pose, he can see your face better, so he understands that you feel good.

Michael loves doggy style, fucking you from behind while his fingers dig into your hips and butt. If he's too lost in the moment, he can pull you by the hair.

G — Goofy

Although he sometimes tries to be serious during sex, he doesn't really succeed. It doesn't matter which one of you makes a stupid joke, Michael's face breaks into a smile.

Adult Michael, however, treats sex differently. He sees it as a way to finally rest and relax, to focus on something better than work. He's really thinking about becoming a family with you, but he needs time. He needs to think about it a lot. Despite wanting to have children, he doesn't think he can be a good father to them. He doesn't know what a "good father" is.

H — Hair

Michael had read a lot of adult magazines, and everywhere the articles screamed about shaving the intimate area, especially for girls. However, he hasn't become a victim of marketing, he respects you and understands your choice.

Michael takes care of himself, he shaves, but without fanaticism.

I — Intimacy

You are his first serious relationship, Michael is trying hard. He just doesn't know exactly what to do, he's nervous. Besides, he doesn't have much money to take you out or give you gifts. Despite his silly jokes, the way he behaves with his bully friends, when he's alone with you, he's… calm. You affect him like chamomile tea, Michael becomes quiet and peaceful.

One day you saw him under your window, Afton was holding a telescope.

“Hey, Y/n!” he cheerfully waved at you. “Let's go stargazing! There's the milky Way!”

Michael is trying to make you feel like a princess from fairy tales. And sometimes he succeeds. Although buying you milkshakes and pizza from his father's pizzeria with his father's money is not the best idea, but Michael doesn't care. If only you were happy.

Michael loves spending time outdoors with you, especially in the summer. He runs away from the pizzeria while William is not looking, and runs to the big tree that is your meeting place.

Hugs and kisses on the cheek gives him life. And if there is a river nearby, swimming and playing in the water are provided. Then you ride bicycles, and then you go home to one of Michael's friends. He has a whole collection of vinyl records. When Afton found out that you love music as much as he does, did he feel that he had found… "his copy, but in a female way"? You just giggled at the comparison. And then Michael started teaching you how to play the guitar.

Moments like these will forever remain in his memory.

An adult Michael is just as charming a person as he used to be. He works and earns money, now he can finally buy you something, already with his hard-earned money. One day, he enters house with a box of chocolates. The man's face was tired, and his fingers were tapping nervously on the package. Soaked clothes from the rain completed the picture.

"Hello, honey, this is for you." his tone was calm, you walked up to him, looking at what he was holding. And while he was handing you a gift, he gently kissed you on the forehead. "Today is 5 years of our relationship."

J — Jack off

During the period when his hormones were crazy, Michael did it, especially when the only place where he could see naked women were these damn magazines. However, until William haven't found out.

But now he has something better than these magazines. His beautiful and lovely girlfriend, whom he adores and loves very much. So, yes, Michael is still masturbating, just now imagining you.

K — Kinks

Lace kink: Michael just loves the way you look in your lingerie, blue is his favorite. But in all the colors you look like an angel, Michael doesn't even want to undress you. He can't find the words to describe your beauty. Afton feels envious of himself dating a girl like you.

Praise kink: Michael never forgets to say how pretty you are. He always compliments you, your body, naked or clothed. In return, he also likes to receive praise, even if not in sex, he just goes crazy when you say simple "well done". Perhaps because no one ever praised him, and his father was always cold to him.

He gets shy, but he really likes it when you call him a good boy.

Body-worshipping: Michael can kiss every inch for hours and tell you why he likes this or that part of your body. Once, when he was half drunk, "my goddess" came out of his mouth, which made you laugh rather than blush. The next morning, Michael decided not to talk about it, but you were always teasing him with it.

When he makes love to you in a missionary, he always mentions what a beautiful waist you have.

If you have sex in any other pose, Michael will always find any part of your body that can be praised.

Michael gently kisses your collarbones and goes down to your breasts, takes your nipple in his mouth, covering it with his saliva. He sucks it and pulls it slightly, causing you to sigh. While his palm gently squeezes your other breast.

Edging: He never told you about it, though it wasn't necessary. As your fingers circled over his tip to bring him closer to cherished climax, Michael let out a strangled sob. You took it as a sign that he wanted to cum, but the sudden "No, wait, wait…" caught you off guard. You stopped your movements, giving your boyfriend a worried look, thinking that you had hurt him.

But Michael had a deep blush on his face, his lips, already swollen from your kisses, were slightly open, and his breathing was erratic.

"Please… Wait, I don't want to cum yet." your lips stretched into a smile, yes, you understood what he wanted.

L — Location

You tried to do it at his place once. And you both regretted it. No matter how quiet and careful you were, Mr. Afton always knocked on the door as if he knew.

Just as Michael leaves a kiss on your neck, pulling up your t-shirt, there's a knock on the door.

"Michael? I need you to help me refuel the car." William's voice is heard outside Michael's room. Michael clicks his tongue.

Just at the moment when Michael starts to unzip his jeans, thinking that he has already helped his father with everything he could and no one will disturb.

"Michael, help me to carry parts for Freddy."

It was even funny. Well, at least William was knocking.

This left Michael with unpleasant memories, and he promised himself never to have sex in his house.

But that didn't stop him from fucking you in the bathroom of his father's pizzeria.

M — Motivation

When you show that you want him, when you take the initiative.

When you're the first one who starts touching and kissing. When you sit on his lap and start running your hands over his body. He especially likes neck kisses. Michael had never felt so loved.

When you kiss him passionately, pulling him closer by his t-shirt. And then you pull away, quietly whispering into his lips: "my parents arent home right now." This prompts him to say, "aeriously? why are you telling me this only now?" before he kisses you again.

Michael loves it when you put on lipstick, especially if it's dark red, it looks really good on you. And what turns him on is when you kiss his neck, leaving lipstick stains on his skin. Or, when you two hug and cuddle, it all ends with you showering kisses all over his face: cheeks, chin, eyelids, lips. After that, the Afton's face looks completely smeared with lipstick.

One time he got angry when one of his friends commented that you have a nice ass. Michael couldn't believe his ears at first, glaring at Simon. "Wait, what did you say again?" After the conflict, Afton got a bruise under eye, which got you many questions.

But before you could ask them, Michael's hands pinned you to the wall.

N — No

It's pretty obvious, but Michael would never hurt you. No matter what your kinks and fetishes are, whether you like being treated roughly in sex, Michael is unlikely to behave like this. He has made enough mistakes, and he would never want to repeat the same ones with people he loves.

He won't degrade you even if you ask. This guy likes to tell you how beautiful you are, how tight you are, how good your pussy feels, but he will never insult you.

Michael doesn't like all these BDSM and other strange fetishes either.

An adult Michael wouldn't want to take you with him on his night guard shift, no matter how much you ask him to. It's still dangerous.

O — Oral

He's always up for it, you don't even need to ask.

Michael likes to give you pleasure, and as long as his girlfriend is happy, so is he. He loves it when you guide him by holding his hair. When you moan his name and squirm while he holds your hips so you won't pull away. The idea of asking you to sit on his face has been wandering in his head for a long time, but he is too shy to say so. Therefore, he hints with jokes.

Afton loves it when you make him feel good. He usually becomes very noisy, making moans, even sobs. He tries to control himself, but he still pushes his hips into your mouth, which sometimes makes you cough. Michael likes to put your hair in a ponytail and watch you, but then he doesn't last long. You're too beautiful in his eyes.

P — Pace

Michael wasn't experienced the first time, and neither were you. But you always told him whether you liked the way he moved or not, which helped him find the perfect pace.

Although, when you moan "Harder, Mike" in his ear, he still gets confused.

Michael is afraid of hurting you, so he always asks if he can move faster.

His pace is slow at first when he enters. He seems to be drowning in you. When his cock is inside, Michael can't help but moan plaintively. He likes the way your wet pussy squeeze him. Then Michael starts moving, sensually and slowly at first, hitting all your sweet and sensitive spots. After that, you both start moving in unison, faster. Your hips lift in response to his thrusts, asking for more and his pace accelerates.

Q — Quickie

Michael is a big fan of foreplay. Before slipping into you, he always prepares you, takes time to stretch you, and what can you say — he just loves kissing and cuddling. So, he doesn't really like quickies, but he will never refuse if you ask.

Especially whenever you're wearing a skirt, Michael will tease you by touching your inner thighs. But then, when his teasing gets to the point where you feel your panties are soaked and the outline of his erect cock is visible through his shorts, jokes come to an end. And you two need to find a place where you can fuck, quickly.

R — Risk

Michael hated doing the chores his father assigned him at the pizzeria. Put this away, do that, bring those papers. Michael protested to William by pinning you against the wall of the pizzeria and kissing you possessively. This, in the eyes of Michael, is a real risk. It's a pity that William didn't care and Michael still got a scolding.

The adult Michael stopped liking risk. He's risking enough at his damn job so all he wants at home is some peace. Especially in the morning, on his day off, there is nothing better for him than to wake up in the warmth next to you, rays of the sun breaking through the curtains. There is nothing better than realizing that today he will not go to this cursed place, but will be at home with his beloved.

He turns around and sees you sleeping on your side, your back facing him. Afton hugs you from behind, pulls you to him, hearing how calmly your heart is beating. But then, when you wake up, stretch sleepily and accidentally press against his groin, Michael takes it as a sign. He begins to cover your neck with weightless kisses, murmuring "good morning, baby," hugging you to him like a little puppy trying to keep warm.

His fingers caress your curves, slowly and lazily moving down your stomach. You keep answering his questions and telling him your dream. Michael smiles and nuzzles your neck, snuggling closer. He dreams morning would always be like this.

"Michael," you call his name, feeling something hard pressing against your butt. "Did you even listen to me?"

S — Stamina

Michael usually lasts 13 minutes, sometimes less. Just because your pussy feels too good. But after a short break, he asks for a second round, which you happily agree to.

T — Toys

Even though he says he doesn't need them, you know he's lying.

Michael is just like that, he can deny it all he wants, but as soon as you pressed the vibrator against his cock, it immediately twitched, reacted to the vibration. Michael was gasping for air, his brows drawn together pitifully. You continued to torture him with toy, running it all over the base, especially paying attention to his tip, which was already leaking with pre-cum. Afton's hand grabbed your wrist, squeezing, as if telling you to stop. You continued to please him.

Yes, Michael hated to accept it, but he liked it, and not just liked, he wanted to repeat it.

However, he later took revenge on you with the same toy.

U — Unfair

Yes, sometimes he teases you on purpose to hear more of your moans and pleas. It's like honey to his ears to hear another "Please, Mikey!" from your mouth. Sometimes he can rub his cock against your wet folds, teasing not only you, but also himself. He likes the fact that you're already needy, even though he hasn't entered yet.

Afton also can't take his eyes off you when you put on a skirt or a short dress. The summer in Utah is always so hot that you usually dress to a minimum, but it's good for Michael. You know that he likes your outfits, maybe even too much, when he puts his hand under your skirt.

V — Volume

He's loud, you're loud.

Michael can't help but moan when you have sex, although you're not complaining. His voice is very attractive, especially when he moans your name. But his tone can change, it depends on his mood, even pose. At times his voice sounds high, a little whiny, he almost whimpers.

Adult Michael is more calm, usually from him coming deep sighs and quiet, low groans.

W — Wildcard

You were walking through the school corridors talking to your friend. She's been asking a lot of questions about Michael since you announced your relationship to her. You kept walking as soon as you caught the voices talking loudly outside the classroom door. You noticed a very familiar voice with a british accent. Of course, that voice belonged to none other than Michael Afton.

"God, why do you have such crooked hands?!" a familiar voice shouted.

"No, dude, it looks ridiculous." the other replied. "She won't even eat it, it looks disgusting."

"That's because you ruined everything!" Michael's voice rang out again.

You exchanged glances with your friend, both smiled. Curiosity grew with every second, although Michael had argued with his friends many times before, but this dialogue interested you too much. What were they doing?

You open the door and enter the classroom, guys' argument stops immediately. Now their heads are turned in your direction. A funny, but contentedly cute picture appears to your eyes. The school desk around which Michael and his friends are standing, everyone stained with cream, especially Michael, his nose and fingers in it. And the reason is the cake, which looks incredibly delicious because of the abundance of cream.

"Well, cool." one of guys says, folding his arms over his chest. "Is that your girl, Afton?"

"My girlfriend, Frederick." Michael corrects him, giving his friend an annoyed look.

The longer you stay in one place, the more guys' eyes are on you. Michael takes a step closer to you, looking guilty.

"It was supposed to be a surprise…" he mutters, sighing.

"He wanted to sing you a rock song!" Simon laughs behind Afton's back. You notice that your boyfriend's cheeks are slightly pink. How sweet. "And throw a cake in your face!"

"Damn it, Simon! I didn't want to throw a cake in her face!" Michael snapped.

"What? You should thank me, I'm actually making excuses for us!"

"Yeah, our cake doesn't look like a gift. It's more suitable to throw it in someone's face." Frederick enters into the dialogue.

"Guys, I know who's face it'll be!" Marcus exclaims with malicious joy. As soon as he manages to pronounce the first letter of Michael's younger brother's name, you cough loudly and subdue him with a look. "I mean, really? Are you saying that I sacrificed my life in vain, distracting Michael's dad while he was stealing mix for cake?"

"Michael," you come closer to him, smiling. "Don't worry, I really liked the surprise. Cake looks very appetizing." you cheer him up by looking into his eyes. Michael can't help but smile.

"Really? Cake looks terrible…" Mike purses his lips.

"Well, sorry, I'm not a baker." Frederick's voice is heard again.

Your gaze falls on the guitar, which lies near the school desk. Michael's friends didn't lie about the fact that he wanted to give you a little concert.

"So what song did you want to sing for me?" you caress Michael's cheek. And then notice small sparks of joy appear in his blue eyes.

X — X-ray

15-16 cm.

Y — Yearning

When you first started having sex, Michael realized that he got crazy about you. After he had been inside you and realized what it felt like, he wanted more and more. His hormones were just bubbling, and every time he could, he tried to hint at sex.

So every time you kiss, Michael always asks if you want to go further. No matter how horny he is, he also respects you and doesn't want to pressure you, much less force you.

Z — Zzz…

It's rare that you can sleep after making love, because you usually do it when you can. For example, when William isn't around, this is during the day.

Although one friday night, when Michael was at your place under excuse that he was staying with a friend, it happened. You finally did it in your bed when your parents weren't home. And after sex, Michael… couldn't shut up. Oh, he had so much to say, so much to share!

Adult Michael began to appreciate the word "sleep". After sex, he falls down next to you and looks at the ceiling, talking to you about absolutely everything. However, one day he asked such a… strange question. "Do you think a robot can put on human skin and walk around as if nothing happened? It would be fun."

And then, after a few minutes, he turns on his side to face you and begins to doze off. "Michael, no. Mike, don't sleep! We still need to take a shower!"

[carolmunson]

18+ minors dni inspired by this drabble that's making the rounds

so let's switch it up. thinking about cheating on your boyfriend eddie munson who does nothing but be sweet on you. takes you to all the weird art exhibits you like, tells you how beautiful you are even when you just got out of the shower and there's mascara under your eyes. gives you kisses on the forehead while you wait in line for tickets to the movies or getting coffee. and god those hands when he play guitar, watching his fingers vibrate over the strings. if only he'd use them on you, if only he'd play you like that. if only he'd wrap them around your throat -- but he hasn't felt ready yet -- and that's fine. so every time eddie drops you off for your shift at family video, steve greets him so kindly that he'd never suspect the bitterness bubbling underneath the 'hey munson, how are you?' every time they cross paths. i mean, of course your manager would be a nice guy, right? it has nothing to do with steve feeling like he lost to eddie when you came in one night with heart eyes after a date. and it's not like steve even made the moves on you to begin with, you'd never said anything before. so eddie smiles and waves, 'i'm good harrington, thanks.' before driving off. steve harrington never loses.

"you know how to get those points up on your review, honey," he says in a low voice, hand smoothing up your back where he has you bent over his desk, "say it." your face burns, feeling his hand crack down hard against your fleshy hip. it's all you can hear now that the store is closed and the lights are off. the only source in the store being the line of light under the door of steve's office. "mm!" you yelp out, jumping at the smack but keening into it. your back arches a little deeper, you hear a low grumble of a chuckle. "please fuck me." "god i love it when you beg," he giggles low in his chest, you can feel him push your panties to the side and spread you apart from behind. drilling the spongey head in without much prep at all. if you want that raise, you'll accomdate to him. "missed this pussy last week," he grunts, "shouldn't have approved that pto." the slick sounds coming from between you make you shiver. his hands come to your waist for leverage -- he doesn't start slow. he wants you to feel this. he does every time.

 "so what'd you do, hm?" he asks, reaching up and running a hand gently over your hair while he other grips you so hard you might bruise, "bet you were such a good girl with your sweet boyfriend, huh?" "y-yeah," you whine, forehead falling down to your forearms where they rest on the desk, "please harder, oh my god." "sooo filthy," he laughs, "such a dirty pretty whore when you're with me though, right? mmmshit -- not that nice girl in his car?" "mhm!" you yelp when he picks up the pace. the slap, slap, slap of his hips slamming against your eyes making you drool while the head of his cock bullies your cervix, "so dirty -- oh god, yes -- so dirty for you steve." he chuckles breathlessly, pulling you up to standing and pulling out. he directs you, he always does. tugging off your panties and easing you onto his desk so the top of your back is against the wall. he looms over you. "say that again," he demands, looking at you down the slope of his nose. he pushes back into you with force, one big hand on the outside of your thigh to keep you steady. the other encompassing your neck and jaw so you can't look away, "say it again." "m's-so d-dirty for you," you moan out in punched breaths.

 "no, baby, say it again -- say it all," he huffs out with a smirk, lips close to the edge of yours, "say my name." at name he plunges in deep, holding himself inside and working his hips in a deliciously slow rhythm. "oh my god, steeeeve," you groan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. "thaaaat's it," he encourages, "say my name, nice and loud. that's who makes you cum, isn't it?" "yes steve, oh! there! there! just like that!" you shudder out while he keeps this deep angle, speeding up enough to make the desk shake. his hand dips down to slide around your throat and you get dizzy. "who makes you feel like me, hm?" he coaxes you onward, "who's making you cum?" "you are, oh fuck steve!" you nearly scream. your fingers trail down between you to tease yourself while his thrusts continue on, relentless. "ooh, desperate little bitch, aren't you?" he smirks, leaning in to kiss you hungrily, nipping at your lower lip, "why, you got somewhere to be?" you shake your head no, whimpering. "’cause i can do this all night," he huffs, grunting while he readjusts your thigh to get deeper. you moan up to the ceiling while your fingers speed up in swirls over your clit, eyes clamped down tight. you feel steves breath in your ear when he replaces your fingers with his thumb, "does he touch you like this?"

you don't reply, too lost in the pleasure building up in your belly to focus, "i d...unh..." "i know he doesn't," he smirks, pulling you down so you're flat on your back on the desk. he can feel how close you are, wanting to hold you off a little longer -- he puts his hand back around your neck with finesse, "that fuckin' virgin wouldn't know the first thing about this pussy." "but i do, don't i?" he asks, hazel eyes boring right into yours, perfect smile grinning down at you while you writhe under him. king steve. "yes, stevie," you rasp, closer, and closer, and closer, “s’yours.” “fuck,” he grunts, “that’s right.” he slams into you with abandon, chasing his pleasure with every thrust while his grip gets tighter around your throat. “you gonna go home and tell eddie what a whore you are for me?” he asks, brows furrowing while breathe puffs from his nostrils, “you gonna tell him what a pretty slut you are?” you cry out, the pleasure building right to the precipice. “you’re not, huh,” he huffs, “cause it’s just for me, isn’t it?” he laughs while your moans get higher and shorter, “c’mon honey, say it.” “just for you, oh shit, shiti’mcumming,” you say, delirious while you feel your orgasm wash over you, “j-just for you steve.” “good girl,” he coos, the softest he’s spoken to you since he got you in the office. he spills over onto your stomach beneath your skirt, making sure to rub it in. he never lets you wash it off at the store, “let’s get you home, hm? i’ll add those points to your review.” 

you get to eddie’s after steve drops you off, exhausted but glowing, basking in the relaxation of an orgasm well pulled out of you. eddie beams with his shining brown eyes while he comes to greet you, peppering kisses all over your face, "hi pretty girl." “looks like you had a good shift, sweetheart,” he smiles, “how’d your review go? did you get a raise?” “oh yeah,” you smile, “really good one, too.” “you really deserve it, babe. you work so hard,” he mumbles sweetly, a chaste kiss planted to your forehead, “i’m really proud of you.”

[kittenfrostt]

hihi I really liked your chamber nsfw alphabet and I’d love to see a sova one!

truly my favorite handsome boy <33

warnings ;; fluffy smut

art by @/ShkretArt on twt 

divider by @/benkeibear on tumblr

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

An absolute sweetheart. Runs your baths, gets you food and water. Anything you want he’s going to do it for you. He’ll hold you close to him, showing you sweet affection to help you come down from your previous high. This man will absolutely pamper you after se, because he’s an absolute gentleman.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man absolutely adores every part of your body, he probably wouldn’t have a favorite out of all of you. He loves to leave kisses anywhere he can. This man will practically worship you from head to toe, believing every part of your is beautiful. 

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He isn’t much of a messy guy, but he does like to see himself coat your thighs or your face. He also enjoys making you cum more than himself, the taste of it always seeming to drive him crazy. He’ll take as much as you’re willing to give to him. He’s very selfless when it comes to sex, making sure you’re feeling good by the end of it.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s onced jerked himself off to a pretty picture of you he had a polaroid of. He felt guilty about it, and obviously told you he did after some hours of back and forth with himself. He apologized profusely, even if its something that you were into. 

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have a ton of experience, but he’s had a good portion to be able to keep up. He’s not the type to sleep around much, so the only experience he’d had were with past lovers. But he’s more of a guy that kinda learns as he goes, what exactly makes you squirm and whimper in his ear. 

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Definitely missionary. He’s a simple man, and he loves to admire you from beneath him. 

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Probably very rarely, intimate moments are very important to him. He may make a playful joke to you, but its always full of love. Otherwise, this man is not the goofy type in the bedroom. 

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is also very well groomed. He won’t have much hair, sometimes he even shaves it. But if you’re into him having a little down there, he’d be happy to let it grow out. The carpet does indeed match the drapes, a platinum blonde like that is hard to hide. 

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic and intimate when it comes to sex with you. Soft praises and gentle touches anywhere he can get his hands on. He likes each time between you two to feel special, no matter the instance. He wants you to feel adored and loved in every possible way.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He usually doesn’t, but if he gets really riled and you’re not in the mood, sometimes he’ll relieve himself. That, or he’ll opt out for a cold shower for the night. 

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling for sure. He loves having his hair pulled, or even just your fingers running through his long locks. It fuels him up to no end. He’s more than willing to try things out with you if there’s a certain kink you’re into. 

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the bedroom 100%. He likes all of your encounters to be more private and in the safe walls of your homes. He wont be too fond of the idea of doing anything to you in public, since he’s very protective over you. 

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If he has a s/o that’s super clingy, it fills him with a protective desire he never knew he had. He loves when you practically latch onto him. He also loves when you wear lingerie sets, it’s one of his favorite things to see you in. 

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything in public, or anything too rough. He’s a lot bigger than you, and he’d never want to risk hurting you. He also isn’t super into BDSM ot anything extreme, preferring to stray away from that sort of thing. 

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving 1000%. Your pleasure comes first, and that’s usually enough to make him feel just as good. He could spend hours and hours between your thighs if he had the option to. 

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More of the slow and sensual type. He’s a very passionate lover when it comes down to it. Admiring every little detail of your reactions and noises. 

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It’s not really his preference, unless you’re absolutely begging for him too in a tight time frame, then he’ll probably agree.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

For the most part, not really. He likes the environment to be comfortable for the both of you. 

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man had very high stamina and strength. He can last for hours with you with no breaks and still not be tired. Being used to tedious training, his body can go on for a very long time. 

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

It wouldn’t be his idea, but he wouldn't mind if you wanted to try some with him. He definitely likes using vibrators on you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll tease a little bit, but he;d never be unfair to you. Again this man literally worships you and puts your priorities and pleasure before his own. Always. 

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not a super loud person, usually just soft grunts and groans you’ll get out of him. He prefers to hear you over anything. 

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soft moans and whimpers of desperation bounce off the walls of your shared bedroom with Sova, the determined blonde sitting with his face between your thighs. You’re tugging at his hair in desperate attempts to get him to give you even the slightest break. His mouth and tongue are skillfully bringing you to the edge over and over again. He pulls away after about your fourth orgasm, his chiseled chin slick with your arousal. He knows you’d use your safe word if you really wanted him to stop. He has a sweet smile on his face, his hands stroking your thighs lovingly. “Come on rodnaya, you can give me one more can’t you?” His voice would hum out, his accent thick and his tone full of lust as he proceeds to bring you to another orgasm. 

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sova has a very athletic build. He has strong arms and legs, and his torso is nicely chiseled. He trains consistently, so it;s not really surprising. Wielding his bow takes lots of strength and accuracy. 

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not extremely high, he can go for days without sex and be alright with it. Just expect him to want and give affection in other ways more than anything. 

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll usually fall asleep once you do. He’s not one to fall asleep first usually, wanting to make sure you;re alright before he can fully relax.

[ceapa-mica]

Grand Admiral Thrawn - The NSFW Alphabet 💋

I had the autistic urge™ to put my Thrawn thots into alphabetical order. This Thrawn NSFW alphabet is the result of my three month Thrawn brainrot. Enjoy! ❤️

There is no mention of the reader's gender btw.

🔞 This is 18+ content, minors stay away! 🔞

First of all, congratulations! 🎉 You successfully managed to seduce the Galaxy's smartest, most emotionally constipated, art loving, morally grey character. That's very brave of you!

Now let's get started!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Thrawn makes sure you're cleaned up and comfortable. If you're big on cuddling, this could be something he has to get used to first. He would also remind you to use the refresher after sex to avoid catching a UTI.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your human eyes fascinate him, he likes to imagine what a painting done with the color of your irises would look like. As for himself, it's his arms. He loves how you seem to fit perfectly into his warm embrace. He holds you close with them, safe from any harm.

One day after taking a shower with you, he looks at the reflection of your nude bodies in the mirror and realizes that you two look like a piece of art together. He loves the contrast of his blue skin and your [your skin color] skin together.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man cums a lot and I imagine it tastes slightly different from human cum. He likes cuming inside you but also likes seeing you covered in ropes of his cum like a work of art. Where he cums depends on where you want him to cum, and if you don't care, it just depends on where he wants it to go. If he had to choose one, he would always cum inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he first felt attracted to you, he had searched for erotic art of people that resemble you to figure out if those feelings are in fact attraction.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Thrawn only had very few partners before you, but he's a quick learner. He definitely knows the basics and should he be unfamiliar with something you wanna try, explain it to him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that offers him a good view of your body. He loves seeing you on top, looking up and admiring you riding him. To him your body is a work of art, this man worships every inch of you!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc

Thrawn is a serious person. His sense of humor is very dry and he wouldn't use it during sex. He's focused on you, and you only. Making you feel good and leaving you satisfied afterwards is something he takes very seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

You can't tell me this man doesn't have a hair and body care routine. I imagine Chiss don't have much body hair in general. (To keep warm on Csilla they have thicker skin and a high metabolism.) He keeps his looks clean and tidy, and yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Look, this man wouldn't just go and sleep with anyone. He's a Grand Admiral and has a reputation to maintain. If he sleeps with you, you must mean a lot to him if he decides to take that step with you. To him it's a way to connect with you on a deeper level. He continuously tells you how beautiful you are and what he loves about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you he used to masturbate rarely and during your relationship he stopped masturbation altogether. He simply prefers sex with you over his own hand. Unless you're separated for a longer period of time, that's when he would masturbate only while calling you via holocomm where you can see each other and satisfy each other's desires from afar.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a competency kink™. Watching you work on something you’re good at, being all professional, it makes Thrawn melt. He will keep up his mask until you're alone with him in his quarters, then he will be all over you, praising you for your good work and fucking you senseless.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Thrawn has a reputation, he's a Grand Admiral, you wouldn't catch him in the act in a supply closet or anywhere else on board of the Chimera that isn't his quarters. He wants his private life to remain private. Inside his quarters he has a large bed and a comfortable luxurious sofa, and he likes to take you on either.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said before, he's into competency, and there's nothing more attractive to him than you passionately talking about work or hobbies, anything that you love doing. The passionate spark that appears in your eyes makes him want to support you unconditionally and at the same time makes him want to take you to his bedroom to show you what you mean to him. Oh and you explaining a piece of art to him he doesn't know much about yet? Instant turn on!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Thrawn draws the line at degrading or hurting you. He doesn't understand how anyone could actually enjoy that. To him, you are the most beautiful person in the Galaxy, and he makes sure to remind you of that whenever he can. He always asks for your consent too, just to reassure himself you actually want this.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Thrawn clearly prefers giving oral. To him your taste is something he didn't know he needed, and now he could spend hours down between your legs, lapping up your juices and stimulating you, making you cum over and over on his tongue. He doesn't mind receiving oral, but definitely prefers cuming inside your pussy or on your body instead of inside your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Thrawn is very thorough when it comes to sex. He wants you to feel all of him, so he prefers being slow and sensual. Unless you crave a fast and rough fucking or when he's had a bad day at work (some pent up frustration over Krennic’s antics idk) then and only then will he go for fast and rough sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them and he doesn't do them. He wants to take his time to love you properly, and that can't be done in a ten minute quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sure, he's up to anything you're willing to try, unless it's something that could hurt you or involves other people. Thrawn would never share you with anyone, that's unheard of where he comes from.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His enormous self control allows him to go for hours. An average human body would be exhausted after two rounds with him. So the question should be how many rounds can YOU go for?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Thrawn is open to new ways of pleasuring you. Initially he doesn't know much about sex toys, but after you explain what you want to try with him, and after some research on it, he's willing to try out toys with you. He prefers using them on you instead of himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's a patient man, and he knows about the perks of delayed gratification. When he's in the mood to tease, he will edge you. He loves watching you squirm underneath him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Thrawn is not very loud. Labored breathing, moaning into the crook of your neck and occasional grunts when he picks up the pace are the only sounds you can expect of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

With your consent, he would either paint a picture of you in the nude, or pay an artist to do it, so when you're separated, he can have a piece of you with him, that's only meant for his eyes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thrawn has a healthy muscular body with several scars from past battles. I imagine his cock looks pretty much human, safe for the color of his skin of course. It's just slightly bigger and it has alien ridges that feel incredible when inside of you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high until you came into his life. He didn't know he could feel this way about anyone. With you his sex drive is average, he makes time for sex when his busy schedule allows him to. You better have nothing planned for that period of time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Chiss don't require as much sleep as humans. While you doze off next to him, he works on his datapad some more before falling asleep, or he simply watches you sleep peacefully next to him while being the big spoon. You should get used to red glowing eyes in the dark when you stay overnight or move into his quarters.

If this has inspired any additional thots, pls let me know in the comments. ❤️

[buckybarnesb-tch]

A-Z NSFW Alphabet

Elijah Mikaelson

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

•Elijah enjoys aftercare, he loves taking care of you and cleaning you up, he is a huge snuggler

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

•His favorite body part of his is his thighs, he loves how much you enjoy riding them, it's his favorite way to take you apart, loving how needy and desperate you get

•His favorite part of you is your ass, Elijah is definitely an ass man, fucking you from behind being his favorite position and loving to squeeze your butt while he bounces you on his cock

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

•His favorite place to cum is in you, if not inside of you however then it has to be across your ass. It's already his favorite part of you and seeing it covered in his cum is something he will never tire of

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•Elijah loves impact play. He loves spanking you and you will often be a little extra bratty so that he can. He's not a fan of paddles or anything else, exclusively his hands

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

•Elijah is over 1000 years old and in his human years didn't have trouble finding women who he could have some fun with, even in that time period, he is quite experienced which makes you self conscious sometimes but he is quick to reassure you

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

•Absolutely doggy style. He loves being able to see and squeeze your ass while he fucks you, otherwise you riding him makes him almost as happy

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

•He has his moments but he's not a very humorous person when it comes to sex

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

•He doesn't really groom himself but he's also not very hairy to begin with

•He started shaving his face a bit less often for you when he realized the stubble that appears on his chin and cheeks turns you on something fierce, especially when he eats you out

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

•Elijah is actually quite romantic

•He's always taking you to fancy dinners and getting you jewelry that you insist you don't need but he knows you secretly love

•Before every date when you were still in your early days of courting he always brought you flowers, often roses but sometimes he would pick a pretty bouquet of different flowers. He still surprises you with flowers randomly just to see his favorite girl smile and blush

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•He will usually Jack off early in the morning, usually in the shower, knowing you're not a huge fan of sex first thing in the morning, it's the only time he doesn't mind it, otherwise he doesn't see the point of jacking off when he has his best girl to take care of him just as he doesn't want you to have to take care of yourself

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•Elijah has an insane praise kink, it took you a while to learn about it, stumbling upon it 5 or 6 months into your relationship when upon your first orgasm you moaned about how good he was to you and he finished quite abruptly, you've been using it to your advantage ever since

•He also has a slight blood kink, enjoying biting you not to feed from you, but to watch your blood bead up on your chest and drip down your beautiful perfect skin. He's more than happy to clean and heal you afterwards

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

•He's not much for doing it anywhere but your bedroom, however when no one is home he will pin you down to any and all flat surfaces (including Klaus' bed and art table quite a few times)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•Elijah isn't really one to get turned on by everything, unlike his hybrid brother who could be turned on by his mate sneezing, but you snuggling into him is often something that gets him going, knowing you feel safe with him, wrapping around him like a weed and rubbing up against him never fails to make him rock hard

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

•Elijah will not even entertain the idea of sharing you with anyone.  Any male dumb enough to tempt his fate by flirting with you will quickly find that it's his last mistake. Even if you dream of a threesome, it will not happen. Elijah is greedy with you, he doesn't even like you hugging his brothers, your attention shouldn't be on any other male.  Elijah Does Not Share.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

•BOTH

•Any man would be a liar if he said he doesn't like getting head, he loves it, loves your perfect lips wrapped around him and your little tongue lapping at the precum that drips from his cock

•Giving however. He Loves Eating You Out!

•He's nearly rabid for it. He will happily eat you for hours, making you cum on his tongue again and again until you're a sobbing mess

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•Elijah's pace varies however he simply adores taking you apart slowly, on his fingers, tongue, cock, it doesn't matter, he just loves watching the build up of your orgasm before you go cross eyed and cum for him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

•He's always happy to have a quickie, usually it's the only time that he will fuck you outside of the bedroom, pinning you against a wall or the side of a building, his favorites seemingly being the alley beside the Mystic Grille, the back corner of your favorite bookstore or the island in his kitchen

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

•Elijah isn't big on taking risks when it comes to you. He far more possessive than people would think and apart from the quickies in places he knows, he won't risk anyone seeing his mate in a delicate position, not even his family.  He's willing to try just about anything for you but nothing that will risk you being exposed to Anyone but his eyes

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

•He can go for hours, sometimes continuing after you've passed out (with your permission of course)

•You've woken up to him still going before, you needed a serious shower with how much cum you were covered in that night

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•He's fairly open to anything that you want to try and he quite enjoys your favorite vibrator to help him when he wants to overstimulate you. His record with it is 12 orgasms before he took pity on you

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•He's not a huge tease unless you've really pissed him off but if he's going to do anything, he often enjoys overstimulating you making you cum again and again until you either pass out or cry

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•Elijah is not overly loud however he Loves it when you are and he often insists on it. Demanding to hear every little sound you have to make for him

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

•Elijah doesn't seem like it to people but he actually loves lazy days with his mate. You will be the only one to ever see your impeccably dressed Original in a band t-shirt you bought him at a concert and a pair of sweats (which he is Absolutely Not allowed to wear around others as they show everything that belongs to you)

•He is quite a bit more adventurous with music than most would believe, he likes a bit of everything and will happily go to your favorite concerts with you

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

•He's not as thick as his hybrid brother but he makes up for that in length

•He is just under 9 inches which terrified you at first however the man knows exactly how to use it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•Very High! He doesn't always seem like it to people, he's so prim and proper around people and it truly shocked you when you first started fucking but the eldest Original is insatiable

•He will fuck you just about anywhere if he feels the need however usually he will wait until you're home and he can take his time, taking you apart for hours

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•Elijah will usually clean you up and tuck the both of you in before falling asleep, which will typically leave you with a clingy Original vampire with his head in your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist

Someone asked for an Elijah version of this and I'm always happy to provide Elijah fics. Message me if there's any other characters you want to see one of these A-Z's for

Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: You visit the hot springs with Yoshimoto.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: first time writing for ikesen AND yoshimoto so please have mercy

“There’s no need to be shy.” Yoshimoto smiles softly at you as he undresses, his clothing hitting the ground one article at a time.

You still find yourself flustered, turning your back on him as you begin to undress. The steam of the hot spring must be getting to you, you think, because your face is heating up far more than usual.

It must just be the effect of being so close to him.

By the time you’ve stripped and collected yourself, Yoshimoto has already soaked himself in the bath, leaning his head back against the border. He looks so lovely like this. You’ve never been oblivious to his beauty, but the slope of his neck compliments his collarbones so well and his hair cascades down his shoulders like the water cascades down the rocks, and you swear he's glistening as the water sloshes over his skin.

You dip your feet in the water before sliding in yourself, taking your rightful place next to him.

“You’re so graceful. You look so beautiful when you move, like a work of art.” he murmurs.

“You were watching?” you feel yourself growing warm again as he stares at you with that soft smile on his face.

“It would be a crime to not watch someone so beautiful.” he replies, his voice low as he leans into you, “If I could spend all my days watching your limbs twist and your muscles work, I would do so without a second thought.”

You lean into him too, both to feel his warmth and hide your flustered expression. He always seems to know when he’s embarrassing you and takes great pleasure in doing so, much to your chagrin.

“You’re so...” you trail off, trying to find the right words to say, “You’re so sweet with your words. It really gets to me sometimes.”

Yoshimoto chuckles lightly, and you make the mistake of looking over at him in confusion.

“I sure hope you find my speech sweet. I don’t want anyone else to charm you, after all.”  he says as he lays his hand over yours, your fingers intertwining in the pleasantly hot water.

What a wonderful man you have fallen in love with. You hope and pray he never stops showering you with his flowery prose and dramatic compliments.

[althea-and-alcestris]

So I found this blog, ,,40+ personal questions for your character" and I just had to do it with Alcestris (link here)

What's their favorite song? - Beautiful Creature by MIIA

How well do they sing? Do they sing in the shower? - Sings very well, she's a musician in the present. She does not sing in the shower tho

What exotic animal would they keep as a pet? - A python

What is their opinion on children? - She likes them, she doesn't mind babysitting and being around them

What is their SECOND favorite food? - Fried Fish

What is one thing they don't like about themselves? - Her temper (which she took after the people around her like Baul or Meleanor)

What is a topic they're passionate about? What topic could they never learn about? - She's passionate about weapons and music but could never learn about anything science related

Who is the most annoying person they know? - Rook or Azul (Azul is after that voice she has and that unique magic, she's done with him lmao)

What is their favorite alcoholic drink? (if they drink) - Gurl is physically 17 and drinks. Her favorite would probably be Tequila or smth (but Baul would not let her drink if he knew)

What are their three favorite smells? - forest, blueberry, rain

What is their phobia? - Trypanophobia, fear of needles due to the torture she endured

What was their favorite toy/stuffed animal as a kid? What was it, what was its name, how attached were they to it, where is it now? - Her favorite was a plushie snake that she named it Mrs. Hissy. It sadly got caught in the housefire and burned with the rest of her childhood but she absolutely loved it

What is their favorite possession now? - The guitar that Baul bought her

How do they like their coffee or tea (if they drink any)? - She doesn't really drink coffee or tea, she's an energy drink lover (blame it on Lilia pls)

What is an odd eating habit they have? - She tries to swallow things whole like snakes do, she just gets the urge. Serpent shenanigans

Do they take any medication? If so, what for? - Panic pills sometimes

Do they know how to fight? How well? What class have they taken? - She's really good at martial arts, she was once a soldier after all and she was trained by Lilia and Baul

Do they do any form of art? If not would they want to learn? What kind? - She does music, writing songs and singing, all that

What is a word or phrase they will NEVER say? - ???

Are they a cuddler? - Kind of

What natural talent do they have? - Singing

What innocent thing can they be bribed with? - Headpats of appriciation and caramel candy

If they had to pick between blind or deaf, which would they pick and why? - Blind because she could still detect things via vibrations, since she's a snake type

What is in/on their bedside table? - At home she has tools like screwdrivers, wrenches and screws for her leg and some makeup (like eyeliner) IN the bedside table and an alarm clock and song sheets ON it. In her dorm room it's basically the same but there is also a family photo on it.

Are they comfortable being naked? - No, SA trauma. She even hides her chest with bandages (which is a habit she developed back in the army)

Do they believe in spirits? Describe an encounter if they ever had one. - Girlie was a spirit once, of course she believes it.

What are their allergies? - None

Do they journal? What about? - She doesn't journal

Would they be able to survive alone in the middle of a forest? - Absolutely, girl was a soldier

What peeves them? - Comments on her heritage. She heard it for too long, kiddo had enough

What is their opinion on polyamory? - Althea is polyamorous, she has no problem with it

What small thing brings them joy? - singing, spending time with adoptive-father

What innocent thing they do when no one is watching? - Cuddle stuffed animals or just lay out in the rain cuz L I Z A R D

What is their favorite flower or plant? Do they own any? - No idea actually

What is their morning routine? - Get up, process she's still resurrected and not dead anymore, go to bathroom to splash water onto her face to wake up fully, brush and tie hair up, eyeliner, uniform and gloves, shoes and go to the cafeteria to have breakfast (unless breakfast is held in the dorm)

What is something they HAVE to do every day? - Training and checking up on her artificial leg

Where do they find the most inspiration? - The forest closest to Night Raven College & the lake next to Baul's house

What habit do they have that they wish they could stop? - trying to swallow things whole when eating and going over to Baul's/Lilia's room at night because of frequent nightmares

What kind of person do they want to be? - Unjudgemental & someone Baul can be proud of (even though he already is in his own way)

If they could jump into a pool of anything what would it be? - I guess pillows or just very soft grass (she likes soft things)

[juletheghoul]

Bravo, Dieter.

Authors note: I'm just as surprised to be here as you are. We're starting the year off with a bang, writing for a character I've only ever done half a drabble of lol, hopefully you enjoy what I came up with. As always, thank you @wheresarizona for beta-ing and letting me exorcise my demons through you. Shoutout to @frannyzooey for her unending support, and to my literal wife @foli-vora for screaming reassurances at me (affectionately) Love y'all!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: a sprinkle of angst (Dieter is a dummy- no specifics, I left whatever dumb comment he said up to your interpretation), 18+ no minors, piv sex, dirty talk, feelings? let me know if I missed any!

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There were twelve of them, twelve absolutely perfect roses wrapped up in expensive-looking brown paper, and they made you sigh. There was only one person who could have sent them. 

Goddamn it, Dieter.

There was a card tucked between the blood-red blooms, three little words.

“Text me back.♥️”

Your blood boiled, fizzled, and cracked under the strength of your annoyance, and without giving it much thought, you marched right over to the garbage can and shoved everything in, vowing silently to put it out of your mind. 

Three days passed before the second, bigger bouquet arrived at your door—more roses, bigger and somehow more lush than the first bouquet. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please talk to me. ♥️♥️♥️”

They went into the trash with a roll of your eyes, ignoring the slight flicker of guilt at the waste of such beautiful flowers. Still, the memory of his words came back into the forefront of your mind, compounding the sentiment that they had no place amongst your things. 

Two days later, another gorgeous arrangement sat on your kitchen counter, this time an array of different colours and textures; a work of art. 

“Nothing in this world feels like you. Let’s kiss.♥️”

Your eyes close, and you can feel him, feel the way his mouth moved against yours, how he’d kiss you until you dripped for him. How sweetly his tongue moved against yours, against your nipple, between your legs. The flowers were on the receiving end of the daggers in your eyes for him, but they stayed on the counter. 

The fourth bouquet was the epitome of excess. 

It was massive, almost too heavy, and it was only with sheer determination that you managed to heave it onto the counter. A storm of white blooms contained within a surprisingly tasteful black vessel. Orchids, roses–peonies that were almost fluffy, a baby’s breath halo. 

“I miss how wet your pussy gets for me.♥️” 

A gasp. A widening of your eyes and more memories of the times he pulled you apart in your bedroom, in his. 

Your fingers fly across the keys on your phone. 

[you] Dieter, enough. 

[D] I knew that last note would get you.

[you] Stop sending me fucking flowers.

[D] Forgive me. I miss you, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

You chewed on your lip, anger burning white hot in your gut that he managed to get you speaking to him once again. It was in you to turn off your phone and head out, grab a drink with some friends, or indulge in some retail therapy, but you didn’t. You wouldn’t. Truth was, you missed him too, missed whatever arrangement you’d both somehow found yourselves in after one too many flirty comments, one too many lonely nights. 

[you] it seemed like you did. You really hurt my feelings, and I don’t want to deal with it if that’s how it’s going to be. 

You stared at your phone, wondering whether you truly preferred cutting all ties. 

[D] I know, I really am sorry–let me come over. We can talk about it, and I can apologize in person. 

You hesitated, knowing full well what would happen if you let him in. 

[you] just to talk…? 

[D] Yes, just to talk…be there in 20 mins?

[you] Fine. 

[D] see you soon xo

You rushed to your bathroom, ignoring the excitement and arousal burning in your belly as you jumped into the shower. 

All too soon, there’s a knock at the door, and it’s almost irritating how fast you move to answer it.

“Hi, babe.” He’s leaning against the doorframe with a cheeky little smile, and you long to smack it off his face; he must see it because the smile vanishes and is replaced with a boyish frown. 

A cat caught with the canary. 

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Dieter.” You move to let him in, and the smell of his body wash makes you salivate.

You ignore it.

“Look, I know it was a stupid thing to say. I don’t even know why I said it. I didn’t mean it at all—can we please just forget it happened?” His voice is velvet, his shoulders are so broad, and it’s not lost on you that he’s wearing a baggy pair of sweats with an even baggier sweatshirt. The outline of his cock a calculated taunt.

You cross your arms and turn away. 

“It was mean. So fucking mean, and it made me feel horrible.” Your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to, a true glimpse into how hurt you were. You feel his broadness behind you. 

“I know, it was so stupid, I’m stupid sometimes—I regretted it as I was saying it. I didn’t mean it at all.” His big hands skate across your shoulders, slowly turning you to face him. “Can you forgive me?” He’s staring at your mouth, and you almost pant. He’s so close, he smells so fucking good, and every molecule of your being screams at you to just give in. 

He senses it.

His hands slide down your sides, grabbing onto your hips softly as he pulls you ever closer. His head dips, and he plants a soft kiss on your neck. The sigh you let out fills the dwindling space between you, involuntary. Just like the way your head moves almost imperceptibly to the side to give him more access, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Forgive me?” He kisses your jaw, moving up towards your ear. “I missed you so much.” He bites your earlobe while his hands move to grab at your ass. “Did you miss me?” He moves to the other side, repeating the same circuit before he looks you in the eye.

Your slightly parted lips and glazed-over expression are all the confirmation he needs to know he’s been forgiven. 

He presses his lips to yours softly, so soft it almost tickles, and he swallows the small whimper it pulls out from your throat. 

He presses himself closer still, the wall of his chest pressed up against you tight. His kiss turns from something soft to all-consuming, something breathless.

“I thought-“ he moves to kiss your neck again. “-you only came to talk.” Your hands move without your permission, fingers threading through the wild locks of his hair. 

“We did talk.” His tongue is in your mouth now, and it tastes like the gum he always chews, minty and sweet. “I wanna kiss now.” He devours you again as his hand creeps up your shirt, and now the cup of your bra is being pulled down. His tongue moves against yours while his fingers pluck at your nipple.

You moan, and it spurs him on, his cock hard against your hip, and suddenly you're herded towards the bedroom, only stopping every so often en route for him to press you against a wall or door. His hands are always moving, always grabbing and palming. 

You land in your bed with a soft gasp, but he doesn’t let you land alone; he’s right there with you. The look of triumph shining out through his dark eyes, lidded with the same passion that presses against your core when he slots his hips in the cradle of your thighs. A soft hum from him, a panted breath from you, and the whisper of skin moving against the now-rumpled sheets of your bed are the soundtrack to your reunion. 

He pulls away, and you chase his mouth, any anger left overtaken by lust. He laughs low, not unkindly, moving to kneel between your legs as you stretch out before him. His eyes follow the movement of your body, plotting how he’ll devour you.

He smiles as he divests you of your layers, unwrapping you like a present, and as they come off, your arousal burns brighter, pools at your opening like a spring just for him. 

“Admit it-you missed me.” He’s almost breathless, his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties. 

“Obviously.” You grit out the word, raising your hips to help him, and he lets out a bark of laughter. “I don’t need your smugness, mister.” You reach up to pull his shirt up and off, and he lets you. The broadness of his shoulders, and the golden skin on display, almost makes you sigh.

“I like that you missed me-“ he lifts your leg by your knee and the flash of his rings catches your eye before he places a soft kiss on your calf. “-makes me hard as a fucking rock.” He wasn’t lying; you could see the proof of it tenting the front of his sweats.

“Show me how much you like it.” You match his tone, reaching up to run your fingers down his belly, through the little patch of hair, and further down until you tease at his waistband.

“Pull me out.” His words send a thrill through you, and you rush to comply, relishing the look on his face when you finally wrap your hand around the heft of him. His low moan goes straight to your cunt when you rub your thumb through the pearl of his own arousal, giving him a quick stroke before he pulls his sweats down and off. 

His cock bobs in front, resting against your wet center when he gets back into position, hot and heavy, and by the way your heart is pounding, he can surely feel it even there-all for him. He spreads your legs open and up, bending them at the knees and holding them tight to your chest with his big hands on your shins. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet. I bet I could just slip right in, wouldn’t even need my hands.” He rocks himself back and forth slowly, coating himself in your liquid heat, his eyes glued to your cunt. You writhe, whining with frustration. He lets out a tsk, drunk on his ability to get you into this state. One of his hands moves, and then his thumb is circling your perky little clit, dizzying circles, while his cock rests just at the mouth of your pussy, the thickness of him opening you up like a flower. He leans forward slightly, letting his spit drip down where his thumb is, and it’s like you're drowning in him. 

Your hands pluck at your nipples as the circling of his thumb pushes you closer and closer towards nirvana.

“God, yes, play with your tits.” He swirls his thumb faster, the glide of it just right—and then you’re floating, gifting him with a filthy moan as your cunt clenches, all but pulling him inside. He doesn’t wait until your orgasm passes; he feeds himself into your fluttering entrance, and his earlier musing was correct-he slides right in. 

“Fuck.” His voice is low, the bravado gone, lost in the proverbial sauce as he coats himself in you. He speeds up quickly, unable—or unwilling to pace himself. His eyes are glazed over when he looks up at you, a gorgeous flush creeping up his chest, lighting up his cheeks and his ears. His panting breath, the wet sounds of your joining, and your gasping moans all come together to make the song that always plays whenever he’s with you. 

“I’m gonna fucking come-“ he sounds wrecked, and he is- his hips snapping faster now, the wet clutch of your cunt casts its spell on him, and within a handful of thrusts, he’s groaning, his hand leaves your shin and moves to hold himself as he comes. The first spurt of it is inside, but he pulls out and finishes on the lips of your sex, and you know this is his favourite part. 

“Oh fuckkk, there it is-“ He groans out the words, and his voice is somehow more vulgar than the act, mesmerized by the sight of your pussy covered in his come. “God, I fucking missed that.” He hisses, enduring the discomfort of overstimulation just to rub himself in his own mess. 

“I missed it too.” You’re sated, basking in the afterglow, loving the mess just as much as he does. He smiles up at you, and you ignore the way your heart pounds for him.

“I know you did.” He’s not cocky when he says it, and it makes ignoring the pounding harder than it should. His fingers collect some of his fluids and push it back in, as deep as his thick fingers can get, before popping them into his mouth, pulling an involuntary moan. “Give me a few, and then I’ll fuck you on your knees how you like.” He leans forward to lay between your legs, kissing his way up from your sternum to plant one of those toe-curling kisses on your mouth once more.

“What a gentleman.” You wrap your arms and legs around him, relishing his dimpled smile. 

“You should know-“ he frowns now, eyes darting, and you know what he’s thinking, wondering if maybe there’s a pounding he’s ignoring. 

“You’re forgiven, Dieter, it’s okay. Just stop sending me flowers.” You run your fingers through his hair; nothing else needs to be said on the matter, and for the rest of the night-there isn’t.

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[stlegendaryofc]

Non-Sexual Acts of Intimacy

Binge Watching TV/Movies Together

Going to Events Together (e.g. carnivals, festivals etc.)

Shopping

Sharing Secrets

Hugging

Sharing Drinks/Food

Late Night Phone Calls (BONUS: Falling Asleep on the Phone,FaceTime, Skype, etc.)

Nose Kisses (Kunik)

Cuddling

Philosophical Discussions

Holding Hands

Joking Around

Laying Your Head on Someone’s Shoulder

Linking Arms

Massages

Tickle Fights

Playing/Brushing Each Others Hair

Head/Back Scratches

Tracing Designs on Arms, Legs, or Back

Talking About the Future

Listening to Someones Heartbeat/Breathing

Dancing, Singing, or Playing Instruments Together

Drawing/Writing on one another

sitting knee to knee across from each other

Doing Beauty Treatments (e.g. Facials, Manicures, Hairdying, etc.)

Reading Books Together

Nusing Partner Back to Health when They're Sick

Wholesome Conversations (e.g. Feelings, Mental Health, etc.)

Cooking Together

Discussions About Yourselves (e.g. Flaws, Shortcomings, Passions, Victories, etc.)

Being Physically/Emotionally Vulnerable

Sleeping

Having Deep Conversations

Bathing/Showering Together

Butterfly Kisses

Telling "On-the-Fly" Stories

Meditating/Sharing Spirituality

Playing Games Together (e.g. Video Games, Board Games, D&D, Sports, etc.)

Sharing Hobbies

Studying

Sharing Personal Stories

Seeing Each Other w/o Make-up/Dressed Up

Moral Support for Major Events

Sharing Emotions/Comforting Each Other

Camping/Hiking

Sleepovers

Fur Babies

Going on Trips Together

Sharing Clothes/Jewelry/Personal Items

Sharing Social Media

Cleaning

Going to Appointments Together

Making Art/ Doing Projects (e.g. Drawing/Sculpt Each Other, Painting the House, etc.)

Kissing Different Parts of the Body

Making Out

Working Together (e.g. Volunteer Work, Same Job, etc.)

Discussing Wants and Desires

Trying New Things Together

Working Out Together

Long Walks (e.g. Nature Walks, Walks in the Park, etc.)

Being Respectful & Kind to One Another (helping them do things,open doors for them etc.)

Sharing Responsibilities (e.g. Chores, Babysitting etc.)

Giving Each Other Presents/Gifts

Respecting Each Others Boundaries

PDA (Public Displays of Affection)

Wrestling/Play Fighting

Late Night Texting/Phone Calls

Gazing into Each Other’s Eyes

Complimenting Each Other

Making Faces at Each Other

Cloud Watching/Stargazing

Inside Jokes

Getting to Know Each Other

Go for a Ride Together

Footsies

Make a Playlist Together

Make Up Your Own Language (e.g. Words, Slang, etc.)

Eating Out

Listing Out Each Others Favorite Features/Qualities

Leaving Little Love Notes

Having Wholesome Conversations (BONUS: Make Funny Faces)

sit back to back and feel each other’s heartbeat

Learn Their Favorite Food and Make It

Look at Photos Together

Taking Pictures Together

Go People Watching (BONUS: Creating Make-Shift Stories About the People and Talking Mad Shit)

Have a Staring Contest

Learn Something New Together (e.g. Fun Facts, Skills, Classes, etc.)

Get to Know Each Others Family and Friends

Drawing On Each Other

Playing with Kids

Stealing Each Others Clothes

Being Comfortable with Each Other’s Bodily Functions

Messages (e.g. Shoulder Rubs, etc.)

Forehead/Cheek Kisses

[paracosmicparadox]

FFXV headcanons / expanded canons Part The Second, because again, I desire character depth like I need it to breathe and if storebought isn't available, I will make it myself with my own two hands. Find Part The First here.

Ardyn: Listens to music solely in the cabaret genre or heavy metal; you can't change my mind on this (like you're flipping through his playlist and one moment its playing Kabaret Sybarit, then it switches violently and without warning to System of a Down and just about breaks your eardrums)

His closet rivals his living room in terms of size and depth (it's concerning; people get lost in there amongst his innumerable trench coats and ruffled shirts)

No coffee, no tea, only wine. Ravus and Verstael have to listen to his drunken rambling every other night and it is ghastly

Gossips like no other

He's a hoarder. You walk into his home and there are trinkets and baubles on every surface---it's gotten quite extreme

Has breakdowns in the shower

Has journals full of half-finished poetry lying about everywhere (he references the story of Julius Caesar and Marcus Brutus a lot because of the parallels to him and Somnus, and bc at this point he doesn't really care if he digs himself deeper into that rut of grief and anger)

Can't keep a plant alive to save his life; not even a cactus

He was a theater kid once upon a time

Luna: Actually legit super athletic. You can't really see it bc her muscles don't bulge, but she can and will judo flip a man effortlessly

Has the smallest handwriting you've ever seen

She's got mad art skills; there's a work-in-progress painting or pastel piece on her desk constantly

Certified history buff. This chick can recall the most obscure bits and details of Eos's past and will infodump to you if you're willing to listen

Actually works really hard to be a good person---it doesn't come naturally to her; she's no saint and she has to make a conscious effort to be as gentle as she is on a daily basis, and that in itself makes her an excellent human being

Names each and every one of her plants

Loves bugs and takes a thrill in the fact that they kinda gross Noct out

Has the "Hydrate or Dydrate" water bottle bc she forgets and needs to remind herself to imbibe H2O

Her Pinterest account is the stuff of legends

Ravus: He's so awkward in social situations---really, he's just awkward in general, but it's most obvious when someone's trying to talk to him and he's glaring daggers straight into their soul

Before his mother died, he was the kindest child. He was the sweetheart of the family and would make flower crowns with toddler Luna and make breakfast in the mornings for his family. When he withdrew, it pained those who knew him immensely

The Super Smash Bros grandmaster (he's horrible at Mario Kart though, which frustrates him to no end)

Already has some arthritic problems in his knuckles and in his knees. He always had bad joints, but it's getting worse with the years

A pro at calligraphy and fancy lettering

His art skills are just as good if not better than Luna's. He only works in graphite and charcoal, but his drawings are the most heartwrenchingly beautiful things you've ever seen

Can regularly be found in a museum or in a library

Plays D&D on the weekends when he can with an online party (the campaign's been going on for nearly 2 years; he plays a level 8 Drow Warlock)

Aranea: Owns a motorcycle---you can't change my mind.

Mixes grenadine with everything. Champagne? She's adding grenadine. Wine? Grenadine time baby. Tequila? Gimme that sweet pomegranate syrup.

AO3 angst fics are her guilty pleasure

Probably has a pilot's license (in all honesty if it was an irl setting instead of Final Fantasy, she probably would've been in the Airforce)

Wears cologne instead of perfume because it makes her seem more roguish and she likes the scent better

She's always wanted a pet snake (one of those white pythons curious faces and boopable snoots)

Raging bisexual

Knows her way on an aerial silk like nobody's business

Major vulnerability issues (she cares so, SO deeply, but no one can EVER. KNOW. except Prompto. Prompto knows.)

Best buds with Prompto ever since the events in Niflheim at the Magitek Production Facility (they facetime each other every Wednesday)

She's a sucker for a good horror flick

[jgracie]

omg, congrats on 600 followers!!! that’s so amazing 🫶 you deserve it fr

could i possibly get a secretly admiring for ur event? jason grace x daughter of apollo practicing archery? thanks!!!

much love, ☀️

💬 HI SUNSHINE!!! THANK U SO MUCH MY LOVEEEE ILY

SECRETLY ADMIRING — SPARKSHINE + ARCHERY PRACTICE ˚⟡˖ ࣪ in which jason is completely and utterly captivated by his skilled archer of a girlfriend

after reaching a particularly frustrating part of the book you'd recommended, jason decided to take a break from reading and look for you so he could discuss his thoughts so far

he started off at your cabin, cabin seven, where he had no luck. however, jason wasn't surprised since you and your siblings tended to participate in lots of different activities all over camp throughout the day. next, he tried the infirmary, where he was pretty sure you had a shift to work. before he could even attempt to scan the room for you, will solace told him he'd given you the day off since there wasn't much work to do

with the two most likely places to find you now ruled out, jason began looking anywhere he passed by: you weren't at the kids' arts and crafts, you weren't at the strawberry fields with the demeter and the dionysus kids and you weren't at the beach, where some were cooling off due to a particularly bad heat wave

feeling defeated, jason sat down by a tree and decided to read more of his book. just as he was about to continue, he remembered a place he hadn't checked - the training grounds. usually, it'd be brimming with campers, but after many fainted whilst training due to how hot the weather was, chiron and mr d decided to temporarily close it

of course you wouldn't listen to that. you loved using your bow so much that some people would joke it was your third arm

neatly putting his bookmark back into the book, jason smiled as he ran to the training grounds. sure enough, in the archery station, you were there

even if he hadn't ran, jason still would've been breathless

all around you, dummies and targets had arrows perfectly placed where you knew it'd hurt them the most. you stood in the centre, looking incredibly regal despite the sweat that ran down your body and the mess that was your hair. then again, you could wear a garbage bag and jason would still think you're the most beautiful person to ever grace this planet

your eyes were sharp as they focused on a dummy you hadn't touched yet, and jason admired the gleam of determination in them as you pulled an arrow out of your quiver and shot your shot. it landed right in the poor dummy's heart - bullseye

that was when you noticed jason, and he felt his face turn bright red at the fact that he'd been caught. book tucked underneath his arm, jason made his way over

"hey, jase," you said, a bright smile making its way onto your face at the sight of your boyfriend. you hadn't seen him all day and really missed him, "how're you, how's the book?" you added the second question once you'd noticed he had the book with him

"i'm good, book's actually pretty annoying at the moment, but that doesn't matter. you were amazing just now, sunshine, with the bow? best archer at camp, for sure," he raved, showering you in compliments which caused your heart to fill with warmth

beginning to collect your arrows from the targets and dummies, you said, "aw, thanks sparky! you're the best," then, turning to face him, asked, "d'you want me to teach you?"

"sure, but maybe not today. you weren't even supposed to be here," ever the rule follower, it was only natural for jason to turn down your offer. however, you weren't taking no for an answer

"scared of a little challenge, sparky?"

while jason was a rule follower, he was also very competitive

"sunshine, give me the bow and arrow."

[beatrizamante]

First of all, I'd like to thank @renru @reesevernerlovebot @honeylemonbutte and Bee too (I believe I don't follow her ç.ç) for giving me the courage to start posting these. And @lacunafiction for thins wonderful story omg, I love her book.

_Fallen Stars

There were books sprawled all over the floor. Astronomy, physics, star charting ones. Papers and journals filled with equations that were almost impossible to read, covering up huge constellation maps made by hand. Doctor Yu used to joke that you'd write even on the walls of the lab, given the chance. 

Well, you're in your Pa's old apartment now, there's nothing stopping you. If you had some neon blue makers, you'd be sure to write down your chartings, it would look beautiful at night. Maybe people would lock you up in an asylum this time? You know that, if Dr. Yu ever hears someone repeat this to you, you’d fear for the person’s wellbeing. You got this style of brainstorming from Dr Kuiper, after all, and the trio of you were best friends since freshman years.

Dr. Lara de Armas, the astrophysicist. Dr. Sieben Kuiper, the mathematician. Dr. Morgan Yu, the engineer. 

You guys made some amazing discoveries and built amazing things together. You miss them dearly. 

But that's not important right now. Well, you did trail off a little bit... A portion of the wall south of the kitchen had some scribblings on. Huh, you gonna have to clean that later... Or not? It could be related to art, right? Right? 

The intention was to put a monitor in that wall, anyway. Nobody has to see this. Yes, good plan, big brain. 

The apartment was still getting its new decor. There were some boxes of new purchases you intended to use in this place. You've already asked for some midnight blue wallpapers. And the kitchen had some new utensils for you to use whenever you had another sudden craving for strawberry smoothies.

But where did you put your telescope...? Too many boxes! Too many boxes!! 

Your thoughts are derailing again, aren't them? Ugh. 

Focus! 

Today was a special day, after all... 

The wristwatch beeped and you stared at the time with a slight frown. There was still about an hour to gather your things and go. Getting up from the mess you were, you ask yourself how that marker ended up in your hands, but there isn’t much time to dwell on it. 

There’s a smile on your face. A happy one. The kind of happiness that Bee would instantly click a picture of. 

A meteor shower today was the cause for your happiness. You were the first one to discover it. Dr Yu even tinkered with your telescope for you to get a better view. 

You wish they were here. The bright smile on your face dampens a little bit. But there's no time to lose. So, you march around the mess in your apartment and gather your things. 

Telescope? Check

Chartings? Check

Camera for stargazing? Check

Something to sit on? Check

Time to go, Lara. 

Things were loaded in your car especially fast, even if with all the gentleness in the world. There was a humming beneath your breath, a soft melody, your body moving at your tune without much thought.

       " - Ok, Frodo, how are you gonna name it?   

- Just because you're taller than me, doesn't mea- 

- Hmmm, I'd called it the one ri-

- You're a brute, you know that? 

- Morgan, stop annoying my student! 

- I'm sorry, Dr. Kuiper. Now, now, Doctor de Armas, would you name it? You're the one who found its trajectory first, after all. 

- It already has a name... It's a perseid!  

- Are all astrophysicists this uncreative? Come on, give it a name. What would you call it?

- Uncreative? You called your arm bot "Morg_4rm".

- Better than perseid, still. Go on.

- Ugh! Possibly Ocean fall.? Ocean... drops?... Scintillans falls! 

- I like the sound of that. Keep at it, Sam.

- I detest Yu. 

       "  

Oh! You've forgotten something! There’s nothing to drink! That's why you stop at the diner, right...? Right? 

Well, it doesn't matter, you're parched and when the diner enters in your field of view, you don't rummage your brain as for the "whys". The fact that you have butterflies in your stomach doesn't register instantly. Did you eat something you shouldn't? 

Your pulse just spiked up? There was no physical activity today. Well, Mal did show you a beautiful place that he may not even know how much it meant to you. You can always bring him photos of the shower!

Why are you thinking of him right now, though? Oh, right! Because you're at the diner! And he's interesting! You like his company, even if can be really charged. The fact that your heart, at the thought of him, makes you feel like a little rabbit, doesn't matter. Must be the lack of sleep. Nothing about that cheek kiss? It can't be, right? It is because he knows too much about this town and you’re trying to understand what he is. Surely!  

You find yourself inside the diner, your mind still wandering to a certain lake, the brightest smile on your face. Except when those hellish creepy spoons sound like an undead knocking in the glass. You hate those, sparing them a murderous glare. 

Clyde welcomes you, mimicking your smile, and you go instantly to ask for some tea and energy drink to pack while your eyes wander. You're just taking in the diner. It's not like you already had the whole blueprint of the building in your mind. You're just taking the ambient in, right? 

Right!

Must be nothing aside from that.

"Someone seems extra bright today, Ms. De Armas!", Clyde comments from his place at the cooking top, cleaning his spatula from some leftover batter. He's cooking some pancakes? The smell makes your stomach rumble. Haven’t you eaten today? Well, it doesn't matter, you can eat later. 

"Nighty night, Clyde! Today is a special day, after all! I'll bring you guys some photos from a phenomena that only happens once a year. And we've managed to get some cobalt reading in this year's batch, so-", you stop suddenly when you see confusion in the chef's face. You manage to breathe in a little bit, slowing down your thinking process to make sense for the middle-aged man, a softer smile on your face. "Pardon me, Clyde. I got a bit caught up. But there will be a meteor shower today, in about... ", you stop to look at your wristwatch, pouting a little bit, "40 minutes. It's going to be to the west, and it will look like ocean blue stars."

The old chef returns your enthusiasm, smiling back at you with energy. "Then you'll need these as fast as we can make it. Maybe a special someone can make the tea just the way you prefer and you can take him with you?", the suggestion in his tone takes you off guard for a moment and you fumble with your words, blushing hard. 

Wait, he means the drinks! Yeah, totally the drinks! Hundred percent sure... You think? 

It wouldn’t make sense otherwise, right? 

Ugh, some social cues are hard to read.

"I'd... love that!", your eyes sparkle with delight. If you manage to make it to the spot you encountered earlier, you for sure will have a great view of the event. Your hands tremble in excitement. There’s also the need to go fast, though, it’s a thought you don’t quite enjoy.

That’s when you feel it. It begins as a featherlight sensation in the nape of your neck and travels down. Your hair stands up at the end and a shivering sensation crawls beneath your skin. The bright smile vanishes from your face, replaced by an intense focus. Your gaze rests in every exit of the diner, trying to understand where the sensation comes from and where you can take cover, if needed. There’s a slight pressure in the back of your neck. Annoys you so deeply that you can’t understand why this is happening. You stand below a hanging cupboard, it acts as a protection for your thoughts as you analyze the diner. If you can pinpoint the direction it comes from, maybe yo - 

“Hey there, Charmer.”, the voice comes from behind your left. It’s a honeyed tone, slightly hushed if not amused, as if you both were sharing a secret. You didn’t notice him coming. Not that this is abnormal. Is his modus operandi, after all. But you were not expecting to be taken off guard, so his sudden awake gives your body a slight jump and you hit your head in the cupboard, releasing a pathetic “Yiiik!”. You instantly protect your slightly throbbing head, looking back at him with watery eyes. 

 “Mal? Hey!”, your eyes abandon the diner and are naturally drawn to him. You don’t stop to think about how it is always like this. Exits, covers and possible weapons forgotten, shoved back to the back of your mind. The shivering sensation, though, intensifies. You wonder if it’s the cold coming from the fridge. You can hear its motor in the back of the diner, and the place where you are can be an air duct for both cold and hot air masses to meet. He is dressed in his diner uniform, holding a bag in front of your face. There’s a very disarming smile on his lips. Lips that you're so not staring. Shaking your head slightly, you smile up at him, flushing heavily. “Something could’ve fallen from the cupboard, so be careful, please? But it’s ama- great! Great to see you!”

His smile becomes less disarming, and a touch more genuine. His eyes are hypnotic to you, so you decide to stare at the diner bag. Maybe you should take some medicine for your heart, something is surely not right. But the shivers stop, replaced by a warmth you don’t quite understand. Weird. 

Especially because Mal didn’t move a muscle. 

“Something falling would be the least of this place's problems, wouldn’t it?”, you slightly narrow your eyes as his mysterious words, opening your mouth to say something, but he just continues. “Besides, having something falling for you wouldn’t be so bad.”

Oh! Oh…  Ok. Remember. Night sky. Ocean Blue meteorites. Don’t stare too much. You have other things to see tonight… And he’s just being friendly, right? Right! 

DON’T THINK ABOUT THE NOTE HE TUCKED IN YOUR BACK POCKET. I SAID DON’T! 

Friends do that, right? Is it a normal thing? 

And the way you felt about it… You weren’t expecting any kind of slap, it wouldn’t make sense. Who likes to get slapped? 

Not that you liked his hand in… You know what? You’re not going there.

Is it a social cue? You know your lack of actual romantic relationships makes it harder to navigate these things… But Mal doesn’t see you that way… Not him, and not with you…

… You think. 

The way he phrases things, though? Why does it slam you with so much strength? It confuses you a bit… He barely knows you, you don’t even know his full name yet. 

Then why do you feel like you’re lying to yourself?  

“I - I… Well, thanks for bringing me these. I told Clyde about the meteor shower tonight, would you like some photos? I wish you could see them first hand…”, you say, a dreaming look in your eyes fills Mal’s vision. Something passes through his expression as his jaw sets, your curious look isn’t answered, as per usual, so you just let a soft smile take place in our lips. Pushing is something you don’t enjoy when it’s done to you, so you won’t do it to him either.   

“Mal, why don’t you take some hours off? Ms. De Armas may need some help carrying those bags!”, the line cook shouts from his spot at the cooktop. There’s a huge smile on his face as he points at the duffel bags resting on the table you’ve put them on, when you’ve arrived at the diner.

Again, Mal’s expression shifts. You were too busy listening to Clyde’s offer to notice. His jaw tenses and the customer service smile in his face dies. He looks at you, giving nothing away. Is he expecting your reaction? Is he angry at Clyde for offering? You know something always stops Mal from spending any time with you unless late in the night, but you don’t understand or know why. You want to ask, but you know you won’t receive an answer. You’re still pulling the puzzle pieces together. Maybe when you get the whole picture, it will make sense. 

“Well, uhm, do you want to come? You don’t need to, I have… 22 minutes to get there. It’s around 15 km, so I can get there in time if I get a constant velocity o-... Oh, sorry. Again, you don’t need to go, I won’t be sad or anything, I always go alone on these. And I can bring photos!”, you stumble. You have to stop being too specific about things. Is something you got from Dr. Kuiper. 

“What a server wants isn’t really ever questioned in our line of work, Charmer.”, Mal smoothly replies. You glance at him quickly, a trace of sadness in your face. You wish you could help him. He doesn’t seem happy with his role. Truth be told, behind all of that confidence, there’s a deep sorrow, for what you could detect. You won’t overextend here, you don’t want to burden him. As you did with Bee. What if you have to leave, and he expects you to come back, like Reese and James did. What if you put him in danger, as you did to Silas. 

No. You won’t pile up your list of wrongdoings. 

Giving him a soft look and smiling in a way that draws his eyes, you nod. The waiter rests his left hand in the cupboard above you, his knuckles turning white. You take a step forward with intention towards the exit, looking at your duffel bags after taking the drinks from his hand with the same delicateness that you would use to take care of your telescope. There’s a slight movement from him, as if he wanted to reach out, but you don’t linger in that. “I care about your wants, Mal. So you don’t need to do anything on my behalf. Tell me if you need anything, ok?”  

“Lara…“, he speaks in a hushed voice, staring at the increasing separation of your personal spaces with a hard expression. His customer service smile isn’t coming up so easily at this moment, you wonder why. You collect your things and wave at Clyde, smiling. The line cook looks between you and your bags, giving a sad smile. You thought Mal would’ve already disappeared, but he stays there, holding the cupboard like it’s the only thing he can hold onto right now. You lift the diner bag in his direction and give him a smiling farewell.

Your steps are wide. Well, as wide as they can be, given your height. There’s somewhere to be, after all. Even if there’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind wishing you were sharing this with someone. But you always did this alone, so why change now? Reese passes through your mind, and your heart beats a little faster at him sharing this with you. But is it him that you wanted to share this so badly?

No, you’ll do it alone, as it has been done for so many years. It brings you peace. Something needed right now.

The drive is free of any danger, as it always is with you in the wheel. Bags are unpacked with efficiency and speed, setting everything up is a matter of a few minutes. You’ve noticed this cliff surrounded by a bed of flowers and overlooking a lake some days prior, and knew this would be the perfect spot for your “Scintillans falls”. The trek was eventless and gave you some time to enjoy the nature around Fernweh. Even with everything awful that happened in this town, you can never deny how beautiful it is. It makes you wonder, if these things didn’t happen, this place would be a haven.

The night was unusually dark, even with a half moon illuminating the surroundings. You brought a small blue weak lantern and laid it within the towel beneath you. The wristwatch beeped again. It was time. Setting the camera and fixing the telescope, you began stargazing. 

A soft wind blew around you as the stars fell down, painting the skies in a blue hue. The colors of the ocean on a sunny day brightened it, as if hundreds of bright blue fishes jumped down from a huge waterfall. It was mesmerizing. 

How would this starlight frame Mal’s face? 

No, uhuh, not going there. 

Then your mind finds another thought that you shouldn’t linger… But it's there, anyway.

You wonder if your family is between them, traveling through the skies, watching over you with the love they always had. You miss them. More than you care to admit. It should’ve been me. 

You hear a faint noise in the distance. Maybe a motorcycle? But your mind is too occupied right now to pay attention. There’s a lone tear lining your right cheek that you fail to notice.

Blinking against it, you start to take pictures. 

It’s beautiful tonight. 

[cherryrainn]

Hii! Could you write some greed-ler x singer! female reader headcanons or scenarios??

Have a nice day :D

sure! i hope you have a nice day as well <3

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— love in every note

onceler (greedler) x female singer! reader

onceler, with his overly confident and self-assured personality, absolutely adores watching you perform on stage. he believes your talent is unmatched and is often found bragging about his "fabulous and incredibly talented partner."

he's the type to buy out the entire front row of your concerts, ensuring that he has the best view in the house. and of course, he loves being seen there, letting everyone know he's connected to the star of the show.

oncie can be quite possessive when it comes to you. he'll often be backstage before and after your performances, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, acting like he owns the place.

when you're practicing or rehearsing, he'll sometimes offer his "expert" advice. he might say things like,

"you're awesome, darling, but why not throw in a little more flair? i mean, look at me, i'm the embodiment of awesome."

despite his often arrogant demeanor, he genuinely admires your dedication to your art and your ability to captivate an audience. he's known to watch your performances with a mixture of smug pride and genuine awe.

onceler's love language seems to involve showering you with extravagant gifts after your shows. whether it's designer dresses or rare jewelry, he loves seeing you adorned in luxury.

he has a favorite performance of yours that he never gets tired of watching. he keeps a recording of it on his phone and will eagerly show it off to anyone who shows even a hint of interest.

onceler is prone to jealousy if he sees someone else taking an interest in your talents. he might not admit it outright, but he'll make sure to remind everyone within earshot that you're his and no one else's.

onceler would definitely use your fame to his advantage. he'd find ways to incorporate you into his business deals, using your popularity to draw attention and charm potential clients. and he wouldn't be subtle about it at all.

he might secretly record your rehearsals or practice sessions, claiming he's doing it for "posterity." but the real reason is that he loves hearing your voice, even when it's not on stage.

onceler has a knack for throwing extravagant parties, and he often uses your relationship as an excuse to host them. he'll proudly introduce you as the love of his life and make sure everyone knows you're the star of the show.

onceler might occasionally surprise you by writing song lyrics or poems dedicated to you. they're usually filled with grand declarations of love and lavish descriptions of your beauty.

despite his often shameless self-promotion, he'd be surprisingly modest about his own singing abilities. he'd claim that he could never match up to your talent, but he's more than happy to provide enthusiastic backup vocals during car rides.

in quieter moments, when it's just the two of you, he'd express his love in unexpected ways. whether it's a heartfelt note tucked into your songbook or a simple, sincere compliment, he'd show you a side of him that's reserved only for you.

[curiousquirks]

Hello curious! Could I request a Giran A-Z? I really loved your thoughts on the other characters so far! 💕

~From a starving Giran lover

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Post sex cigarettes are mandatory, even if he was smoking during. He’s the type of person to toss a wet rag to them so they can clean up, and he might even let them take a shower first (he thinks he’s a real gentleman doing that move). He’s not too keen on being overly affectionate at all, maybe some words of affirmation and praise but nothing physically (unless it’s patting them on the head). 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: The easy answer is his dick, the most obvious one too. Otherwise, he’d offer his forearms. A really beautiful woman had complimented them when he rolled up his sleeves and he took pride in them ever since.

On his partner: Thighs, he loves them. Especially with thigh highs and stockings. Kagero is also a sucker for lips; the little thumb biting and pouts. He eats up the lip pop art paintings too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he’s finished he’ll paint their body like he’s writing his signature. He’ll mark his cum anywhere: stomach, ass, chest, legs, face. It doesn’t matter, but he does have a preference for their face. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an SD card filled with filmed porn (some he is in and some he’s not). It also has a shit ton of lost/banned porn and doujinshi collections. He has a great supplier. No he won’t ever share it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kagero is very experienced when it comes to pleasing a partner, definitely running with a body count in the double digits. He’s not afraid of commitment at all, it’s just easier in his line of work to do things casually. He’s a lot to handle when it comes to first impressions but if his potential partner gives him a chance, then he’ll be sure to give them a good time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any position where he can look at his partner (especially if they have decent tits). He prefers them bouncing on his lap, doing most of the work while giving him a great view. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He might give a good laugh every once in a while, he doesn’t mind it. His mood can swing whichever way his partner’s mood does. He’s pretty flexible like that. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Thick gray happy trail that can easily be seen if he leans back too far when he stretches. He might give himself a little trim if he thinks it’s been awhile, but only if he anticipates sex later than day.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

If they’re classy (or if he is feeling nice) he might smooth things over with a nice dinner first. His expectations and opinion of them are going to dictate how much money he’s willing to spend, so for their sake they better hope he thinks highly of them. Everything is transactional afterall. As for in the moment, he’s not going to be lighting any candles but he does have a playlist specifically to fuck someone to. No, they're not allowed to criticize his tastes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll do it around five to eight times a week. He has accounts on porn sites, with specific favorites depending on his mood. He prefers videos over pictures, he’s a simple man after all.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pouty Bratty Subs

Cosplay/Dress Up

Leashes

Anal Sex

Fisting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Kagero is pretty open. As long as there is some privacy, he’s willing to do just about anywhere. Anywhere that has a chair, couch, bed, ect. The location is more likely going to fit the costume that his partner is wearing, you know to get the setting right. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any person that comes up to him acting boldly. If they’re blunt and honest about their intentions, he’ll quickly and eagerly indulge them. Kagero is easily put, just a simple man. A lot turns him on. A woman's breasts being visible, someone bending over in just the right way, pouting lips, placing a hand on his leg, whispering in his ear. It doesn’t take much for him to get hard.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Strap-ons/anal (receiving). He loves anal, but he’s not too keen on being the one on the receiving end.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He obviously has a preference in receiving and he’s quite a talker during it too. He has no problem giving, in exchange of the favor returned of course. Average skill, nothing too fancy but he’s not too bad. He prefers doing other things instead.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fond of fast and sensual. His method of “taking his time” is alternating between the two, since he doesn’t like going slow. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It’s a personal favorite, it allows him to get right back to business. Kagero can squeeze them right into his schedule and still have plenty of energy to do more later. Who doesn’t love a quick mind clearing orgasm on a smoke break?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to trying some new things, if his partner puts up a decent argument and it’s not something he deems outlandish. As for risks? He’s willing to let there be some risks, like getting caught or even catching something. But something like knocking someone up? Oh no, they better be taking birth control because he likes fucking raw. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He averages around half an hour (if it’s not a quickie of course), sometimes longer depending on the circumstances. He can usually come twice, rather quickly back to back. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a closet dedicated to various costume pieces, kink gear, and toys. He’ll pick up new pieces sometimes with new partners. Also a small trunk with various things like leashes, collars, vibrators, dildos, ect in it. He will exclusively have them used on his partner. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves when his partner is a brat, giving him an attitude and trying to test him. It’s adorable. He’ll have them begging soon enough. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a grunter; that and some heavy dialogue is all you’d get out of him. He will encourage his partner to be loud though. He doesn’t want anyone to see him having sex but everyone is welcome to hear them. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kagero is 100% done to use sex as a way to clear certain fees, get rid of some debt, or give a discount on a price he’s given. He loves money and prefers it but he’s willing to at least compensate them something in exchange.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Around five inches, and he’s very insistent on his partner knowing that he’s a grower. It’s pretty thick and girthy though with a prominent vein on the bottom.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Some would say near constant. He’s thinking of sex multiple times a day. It doesn’t take much for him to get going and he’s always ready for a ride. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on what he was doing. If it was a good proper session, he might actually pass out mid cigarette.

[saltymongoose]

OK SO ignore my last ask (and delete it too that'd be great-) and ignore the fact I'm too lazy to come up with actual dialog- BUT I enjoy the thought of Player and Spy being bastards and just flirting with each other jokingly (or not on Spy's end) and making the boys much more irate with him. Ofc Spy notices and maybe turns up the charm because 1) you're going along with it, and 2) they're not going to do shit while you're around. AND to fix what I said last ask because I was a bit too excited while making it,, I think some of the mercs might get crushes on the Player. Not to the point of obsession tho! Normal lads who just love the person who's been watching over them, cheering them on, and helping them in the most dire situations!! I think the mercs most likely to fall in love are Scout, Demo, Soldier, and maybe Sniper.

HGJKGVK OMG WALNUT This is absolutely perfect, I love it. I 100% advocate for the Player being a bastard lmao, it's so fun. And btw, how are you so good at drawing Spy?! The expressions and everything are perfect (with the Player too lol, I love 'em), he looks great. :D I lowkey feel like every time I see your art of a character - any character - they end up becoming one of my favorites just because of how you portray them. As is the case here. <3333

I think the Player would be more impassive in reaction to Spy’s flirting at first, if not just because they think he’ll grow bored with it after a time. (That’s why he’s doing it - for entertainment, right?) However, after a period of time, he surprisingly doesn’t. You’re not sure if it’s because he has a genuine interest or if he just likes getting reactions from you (and the boys), but you figure that if he’s gonna keep at it, you might as well play along (for fun, if nothing else).

Spy would initially be a little surprised when you first turned the tables on him, giving an equally flirtatious response with a coy wink when he said something to you. However, you wouldn’t know this, as he was quick to shoot back with a compliment without losing any composure (he's Spy, he's not gonna be entirely phased by something like this. Not visually, at least.). From then on, he’d definitely try to do it more often, calling you pet names (in french, of course), complimenting your beauty whenever he sees you or you meet eyes, or just giving you looks that imply something more. (If you seem so open to it, why not dial up the charm more?)

In return, you tell him how much you love his accent and the sound of his voice, and just how nice you think he looks in his suit. Sometimes you even call him terms of endearment as well, even when you aren't technically "flirting back". (Is this something of an inside joke, or are you beginning to actually feel something for him? He can't really tell. But he'll go along with it regardless.)

Spy knows that you’re probably doing it in a joking way, despite how genuinely charming you are, but he can't help but feel just a bit warmer when you shower him with compliments in response to his own. (It's nice to get attention from someone as great (and important) as you, what can he say.) And, if he grows to like you more than platonically, then perhaps he can use this to get closer to you. It might be a bit more difficult to assure you of how true his affections are, but you are more than worth the effort and time that would take.

Plus, the reaction from those four "grunts" you have as vessels is also very amusing to him. He can feel them glaring at him when you flirt with each other, the weight of their stares settling a tad uncomfortably on him. But the odd feeling of happiness he gets from you returning his gestures, even if it isn't entirely sincere, is enough to ignore it. He also knows that your other vessels wouldn't dare try anything with you there anyway, so if he plays it up a bit more to get more amusing reactions from them, there's no harm in it. For him, anyway.

As for your grunts, "irate" is definitely a good descriptor for how they are. "Incandescent with rage" is also a fitting term.

They already loathed Spy for how he flirted with you, but they assumed that your supposed disinterest would make him quit it. However, all hopes for this were thrown out the window the moment they saw you go along with it. They're nearly shaking from how angry they are, and you honestly think you might've heard Hank growl at him once when you two were close to him. Your compliments towards Spy's voice are a real gut punch to Deimos (that was his thing!!), whereas Sanford and 2BDamned are questioning why you'd bother doing so. (There must be an underlying reason. Do you do this because you're both humans? What is so damn likable about Spy?)

To them, it doesn't even matter that you're joking; that flirting is something you should be doing with them.

(I can also see some of the bolder of your grunts trying to be more openly flirty to garner a similar response, with varying effectiveness. Deimos is great with it (he flirts with you sometimes anyway), while 2B and Sanford are a bit shyer with such things. Hank is another deal entirely.)

I also agree that some of the Mercs would probably get crushes on the Player. You’ve been with them for such a long amount of time, supporting them in their fights, keeping them alive for as long as you can, and cheering them on as you brought their team to victory again and again; they value you a lot, and after getting to know you personally, it is likely that they would come to see you in a more romantic light. Especially the more "open" of them (i.e. Scout, Demo, Soldier, and arguably Sniper), since you'd get to know them first. (Also if you "mained" them in TF2, since they'd have the knowledge that they were already your legitimate favorite out of the bunch. They'd also be the closest to you that way as well.)

It's a development from being starstruck to noticing how red they get when you come too close, and the feeling of butterflies in their stomachs when you compliment their work. They think it's a bit silly at first, but it's not exactly a bad thing. It doesn't get in the way of their work that much, and if they put in a bit of extra effort to try to impress you a little bit, that just benefits the team too. (Although some are far more obvious with their little crushes than others. Scout.)

It also helps that you know pretty much everything about them, and understand how they are. There's no judgement with you or trying to alter how they do their jobs, you can understand their idiosyncrasies and mentalities perfectly and work with them to get the best results. And, more importantly, you truly value them, in a way their previous bosses hadn't. So, they like you. Simple as that.

(Although, obsession is very unlikely, as they're more "normal" than the grunts somehow (at least in this way) and have better views on interpersonal relationships. They're just average eccentric mercenaries that might have kind of a thing for their Player, which would be expected after years of "knowing" you and being supported so selflessly, only to actually meet you and see that you're even kinder than expected.)