#lets stay playful together….😇

[spiderlandry]

Can I request a Yellowjackets Shauna Shipman [ 1996] x Fem!Reader. So Shauna is really in love with the reader (the reader is on the soccer team) and has been for years (years as in since freshman year) they get together at the party before they leave and crash together?

I'm sorry if this is confusing. If you do make this thank you and I appreciate you.

Be safe and have a wonderful day

Dm me if you need more context?

be safe and have a wonderful day as well 😇 thank u for this request its v cute! no pronouns are used for reader but it’s implied afab or fem presenting reader because they’re on the soccer team <3

100 follower event

warnings: technically underage drinking (18), kissing, tiny bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff i think

kiss — shauna shipman

Friends. That’s what you and Shauna promised each other in Ms. Thompson’s math class, second week of freshman year. You were one of the first friends she’d ever truly made in high school that wasn’t through Jackie.

Although Jackie was her best friend, you were different. Much different.

She didn’t know it until you both ended up ditching the team after a tournament to get ice cream. She was hit with the realization that she wants to hold your hand for the rest of your lives, and with this, her entire world practically came crashing down. Her love had grown so strong—she couldn’t pinpoint when it started.

She’d been holding it in for a long time since then.

The air is buzzing the night of the party. It’s a celebration for the team, a way to let loose before nationals, but everybody is on edge because of the injury that Allie sustained. But you’re still a whirlwind of energy amongst all the stress, even if you’re not drunk like the others. You manage to put a smile on everyone’s face despite it all, one of the things that made her fall in love with you.

Shauna toys with the material of her dress. The one she wore just for you, the one that Jackie asked: “who are you wearing that for?” To which she stayed silent, a whisper of your name in her mind but unable to say it aloud in fear that if she does, it will all go wrong.

Yet, she’s warmed by the jacket you’d given at the beginning of the night, and she can’t help but fantasize a future where she’s allowed to love you.

The alcohol makes its way through her system as the sky gets darker and the party gets wilder.

She doesn’t know you’ve been watching her from afar since it started. Why are you avoiding me? You stop yourself from asking that, in fear that she’ll say it’s because she noticed the way you watch her with eyes that one of your friends described as lovesick.

You crush the red solo cup in your hand, throwing it in a bin before finally getting the courage to pull Shauna away from Jackie and some boys, a stone of jealousy forming at the pit of your stomach.

Shauna feels a familiar tug on her sleeve. It’s always the way you get her attention, and she has memorized the force of your pull—light as a feather, but she gravitates toward you like a moon in orbit—attached but at a distance.

Your grins mirror each other as you hover on the outskirts of the party, her leaning against a tree and you standing inches away, facing her. The warmth between you isn’t lost on her, actually, it’s all she can think about.

“Are you drunk?” She whispers with a playfulness you’ve always adored.

“No,” you shake your head, and you end up giggling.

You stumble a little bit, trying to steady yourself. She holds out an arm to hold your waist and you hope to god she keeps it there forever.

“Sure, sure.”

“You know I don’t drink, Shipman.” And you respond to her touch by putting a hand on her shoulder, and you feel her lean into your touch. “Are you drunk?” You whisper ever so gently.

Her senses are overwhelmed by you and you alone. The way you warm beneath her hand, the scent of your shampoo, your figure leaning slightly into her.

And she does the one thing that she’s held back for as long as she can remember.

A kiss.

One that you reciprocate out of instinct, hand moving to her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way.

She almost smiles until you pull back abruptly, the soft kiss still lingering on her lips as she tries to chase yours but you hold her back.

“Wait, Shauna—“ Your brows furrow, and she realizes that she just made a mistake. “Wait.” You can feel her itching to leave, but you’re stubborn and you won’t let her go. (Her world is crashing a second time as you speak.)

She notices your shallow breathing before you begin again.

“You’re—“ you seem dazed, shocked. “You’re drunk. Aren’t you?”

Your face is inches away from hers and you want to go back but it would feel wrong knowing her inebriated state.

“I had one beer. You?”

“Me too.”

“Then why couldn’t you stand?”

You come closer, stopping only an inch away and she can feel your breath on her lips again.

“Would it be too cheesy if I said that’s what you just do to me?” You laugh lightly.

She can’t help but grin wide. “Yes,” She puts both arms around your waist, hugging you closer. She doesn’t care who sees. “But you do that to me, too. I’m just better at hiding it.”

It’s you who kisses her this time.

You both decide to keep the relationship a secret, at least for a little while. The plane is noisy with the team unable to sit still because of excitement, but Shauna is fidgeting in the seat next to you and you know why.

“Hey,” you say, grabbing her hand and intertwining yours with it. “We’ll be okay, alright?”

She nods, gulping. She’s too distracted to see you looking around to see if anyone’s watching, and you catch her off guard with a peck on her lips.

Her eyes widen, “Somebody could have seen that!” She whispers, but her eyes crinkle as she flashes you a juvenile grin.

Her world crashes a third time, hours later when the plane does. But at least you’re there to hold her hand.

[frenchfrywrites]

If you just say it

MINORS DNI

Warnings: afab gn dom reader, sub trans man Mammon, scissoring/tribbing, multiple orgasms, premature orgasm, squirting

terms used: pussy, cunt, clit, tits, chest

happy bday to the great mammon 😇

By the time the horror movie ends your hand feels numb with how tightly Mammon is holding onto it. He lets out a sigh of relief as the credits roll, and finally loosens his grip when Satan flicks on the lights. The brothers all get up (despite Belphie, who Beel has flung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes) and say their goodnights to you as they leave the room. 

Mammon and you stay put until you’re the only ones left. You yawn, moving to leave, and he follows your lead, keeping your hands locked together. Without a word you begin guiding him through the house of Lamentation, Mammon looking around fearfully at the dark shadows that loom after you as the two of you pass through the hallways.

Pausing at his room, you look at him expectantly. Mammon laughs nervously- he’s loud, strained, and goes on for too long- at your gaze, “uh,” he clears his throat, his voice a bit horse with how he’d screamed during the movie. “D’ya think I could, um, hang with ya for a bit? For no reason, it’s just kinda early and all ain’t it?” it’s not, “I don’t wanna be bored until I’m tired. And plus, I’ll bet yer so scared from the movie,” you’re not. 

Clearly, he's scared and he won't say it. This isn’t a surprise, but you're more than open to the sound of him coming back to your room. So you nod, heading to your room with Mammon following after you like a lost puppy.

He makes himself at home upon entering your room, flicking on the lights, shucking off his clothes, and hopping into your bed, tugging the covers up as he waits for you. 

You go about your nightly routine, maybe a bit slower than usual, to make Mammon wait. Eventually though you slip under the covers with him and go to turn off the lights. 

“Wait,” he gasps, his eyes wide and fearful. You cock a brow, waiting for whatever excuse he has planned. “Can ya leave ‘em on for a sec… I just wanna see yer face for a bit longer,” you’d maybe believe him if he didn’t look downright horrified. 

“Mammon,” you offer him a comforting smile, “I know you’re scared from the movie.” Mammon’s mouth drops at your bluntness, 

“No- no I ain’t,” you purse your lips and his cheeks flush. He pouts, “I’m not scared,” he insists, but he doesn’t sound convincing. 

“C’mon, just admit it,” your tone is playful as you lean into his personal space. It’s funny that a demon so powerful would be so scared of a little human movie, so who can blame you for wanting to tease him a bit. Mammon whines softly,

“I’m not- I wasn’t scared,” you tut, running your fingers down his arm and relishing the goosebumps that raise in their wake. 

“I know you are baby,” you press a gentle kiss to his lips, and when you pull away Mammon looks adorably bashful. "If you just say it, maybe I'll reward you for being honest," whether he admits it or not it's clear he’s scared and is looking to you for comfort; you'd be more than happy to distract him. 

"I-" his eyes flirt around the room, avoiding looking at you. You kiss his jaw next, awaiting him to admit it. 

"Don't you want a reward, baby?" You ask, kissing his neck then nipping gently. Mammon clings to you,

"I-" he scrunches his eyes shut, "I'm really really scared," he finally whispers. You immediately kiss his skin to show how pleased you are, but saying those four words seems to have opened the floodgates. Mammon continues, "I've been scared since the openin' credits, when it started with a scream. All the blood n’ body parts n’ jumpscares. That movie was so terrifyin', I can't believe some of y'all were laughin'," he rambles softly; you're certainly not going to stop him from getting it all out. "I don't want ya t'turn off the lights cause-" his voice cracks, fear lacing his tone, "cause I dunno what's out there n' it's really freakin’ me out." 

You feel kind of bad, pushing Mammon to think and talk about his fear.

As an apology you kiss his lips lovingly, "don't worry Mams, I wouldn't let anything get you," you promise, finding his hand. His eyes hesitantly flutter open as you take it in yours and kiss it gently, looking at him as you do. "We'll leave the lights on," you promise, squeezing his hand. "Is there anything else that I can do to make you feel better?" 

Mammon's flush deepens, "can ya," he's whispering so softly that if you weren't inches away from him like you are now he'd be unintelligible. "Can ya keep touchin’ n' kissin’ me?" he asks, in a way that makes your heart melt and your blood rush. 

"Of course baby," you respond, excited to do just that. 

You let your hand wander over his chest, feeling his nipples harden under your fingers. Mammon arches into your touch, loving the distraction and attention. He leans in for a kiss, moaning against your lips when you reach under his tank top and take one of his tits into your hand, squeezing it gently. 

You slip your tongue into his mouth, playing with his chest until he’s letting out muffled whines and whimpers against your lips. His hands cling to your sleep shirt, fisting the fabric as he gets your leg between his, grinding himself against your thigh. You can feel his clit bulging his underwear as he rubs himself against you.

“Please,” he begs, pulling away from your kisses to give you puppy eyes, “want ya t’touch my pussy, please,” you groan at how desperate he sounds.

“C’mere,” you don’t give him a chance to move, and instead manhandle him onto your lap. Mammon wraps his arms around you, now humping himself as best as he can against your cunt.  

You slide his panties to the side, using his own wetness as a makeshift lube to rub his clit.

“Mmm- fuck yesss,” Mammon hisses, rutting his hips against your finger. His arms tighten around your neck, pulling you closer to him. He gets noisy quickly, moaning and babbling already, telling you how good it feels to have you touching his clit, whining about how he wants- needs more. You nearly spank his pussy with how demanding he’s being, but he’s been spooked enough tonight.

Instead, you continue to jerk off his clit, watching as he falls apart on top of you. 

Suddenly, Mammon is jerking and panting, like how he does when he’s-  “cum- cumming,” he warns, cutting off your train of thought as he lets out a high keen, reaching his climax. 

Your mouth drops as you watch him ride out his abrupt orgasm. “Wow,” is all you can say as he slumps, catching his breath. “Um,” you’re kinda speechless, for it’s been a while since he’s cum so quickly. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles breathlessly, flushed and embarrassed, “did my T yesterday, n’ I’ve been a lil’ horny like all day,” he admits. You huff a laugh,

“I see,” you start playing with his clit again, feeling it throb against your finger, “does that mean you can take a bit more?” you ask hopefully. Mammon nods eagerly, 

“Fuck yes, I wanna feel ya,” he tugs on your sleep pants. They’ve got a wet spot from where he’d been grinding and rutting himself against you. You know there’s an equally wet spot on your underwear from how aroused you are right now. (You also know that, given the chance, Mammon would eagerly bury himself between your legs and lick at that wet spot until you physically pulled him away.)

“Off,” you tell him, slapping his thigh, just enough to get him off quick, but not hard enough to sting. 

Mammon peels off his panties before laying on his back and watching as you strip yourself of your clothes. His tank top is in disarray from when you’d been playing with his chest, falling off his shoulders and displaying his tits to you. You get on your knees, taking a hold of one of his legs and tossing it over your shoulder. You then move to straddle him so your pussies press against one another.

He chokes back a moan, his head knocking back against the pillows at the feeling of your clits brushing against each other. Mammon reaches out to you, so you lean down letting him once again cling to you.

Once you’re sure that both of you are comfortable in your position, you do an experimental grind of your hips, rubbing your wet cunts together. Both of you let out a moan at the sensation.

With the help of Mammon’s earlier orgasm, and the way that you’re both so worked up, there’s no need for lube. You set a slow pace, partly because Mammon has already cum once tonight, partly because you want to draw this bit out for your own pleasure, and partly to tease him like you’ve been doing all night. 

His mouth opens- likely to beg you to speed up- but is cut off before he can begin due to a noise from the corner of your room. You wouldn’t have noticed it if it were not for the way that Mammon’s eyes bug and his head whips around to look. “There’s nothing there pup,” you assure him, kissing his leg, and continuing to grind your pussy against his. 

He’s quick to forget about whatever is in the shadows, once again letting you occupy his mind. 

“Faster, I want- need ya t’go faster,” there’s the begging you’ve been waiting on. You grind yourself roughly against him, “ah,” he squeals, jerking his hips under you, “sorry, sorry, ungh, please, please, faster, oh-” with that magic word falling from his lips, you quicken your pace.

Mammon’s mouth drops open, jerking himself back against your cunt at an erratic pace. He pants and whines, crying out your name at a particularly good thrust against his clit. You know he’s close, but this time you’re close too, so you eagerly work on getting the two of you off. 

“You gonna- hah- cum for me baby?” Mammon keens, nodding so fast you think he might get whiplash. Not even a second later he fulfills that promise, with your name on his lips. You feel an excess of wetness first, and then it takes you a second to process he's squirting. “Good boy, cum baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum too, ah,” your clits frot against one another, bringing you over the edge. 

You hold onto Mammon’s leg as you work yourself off. There’s going to be bruises tomorrow with how hard you’re holding onto him. He’s going to like that. 

As soon as the sensations are too much, you flop down on the bed next to him. Mammon rolls over and nuzzles himself next to you. The cooling wetness on your groin and thighs reminds you that the two of you should both get up and clean off and pee, but exhaustion overcomes you.

Instead, you gather him up in your arms and two of you lay cuddling for a bit, letting your breathing even out. “Are you still scared?” you finally ask softly. Mammon doesn’t answer.

Looking down you find he’s dead asleep. 

Hopefully he doesn’t have any nightmares, but even if he does, you’ll be there to comfort and distract him when he wakes up.

[m-jelly]

Hewwo Jewwy 😇

I was wondering if for your Winter Event if my wifey Hange and I could go out searching for a certain yeti friend? 👀

Maybe we are ice skating, having some chaotic fun, and then yeti runs by in the distance and the chase commences! You may decide what happens, and whether or not clumsy Skittles trips and falls at some point 👀

SFW please 🥰

-le Skittles

What matters most

Pairing: Fem!Hange x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, married life, fluff, cute, romance, winter, adventures, slight angst.

Concept: Your wife Hange takes you on an adventure in the mountains. The snow is heavy and the cabin in the woods is your home base. You both travel around the mountain in search of a Yeti for your Youtube series. You spot your target and chase it down, but an accident happens and a choice must be made.

Link to event

You typed away on your computer, then clicked on the mouse as you edited a video. You smiled softly as your wife wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you from behind. You hummed at her sweet kisses on your neck.

You lightly rubbed her arm. "Hello, love."

Hange nipped the top of your ear. "You're working hard."

"I am."

She purred against your ear. "Why don't you take a break and pay attention to me." She grabbed your boobs. "Momma needs titty therapy."

You hummed a laugh at Hange's playful words. "That sounds fun, but I have to get this editing done."

She stood up and massaged your shoulders. "Well, how about we go out and enjoy the snow? We can film a few things."

You let out a long sigh. "I guess we could film a few scenes to add to this episode."

"You know, you work too much."

You saved your work and stood up. "I do it for us. I work hard so we can keep doing what we love."

Hange cupped your face and kissed you. "I am forever thankful. You changed our lives for the better with all your hard work. I love you."

You blushed a little. "I love you too." You let out a long sigh. "I guess I work too much. I should relax sometimes." You grabbed your camera and put a mic on you and Hange. "I'll get my coat on and we'll head out."

Hange yanked on her coat and packed a bag. "I have hot drinks and snacks."

"Cool." You yanked on your coat. "I have our filming stuff, first aid and emergency things. Remember to stay close as it's dangerous out there."

Hange grabbed the ice skates and smiled. "I'll be okay. You worry too much."

You slipped your snow boots on. "I worry because I care."

"I adore you."

You blushed a little. "I adore you as well."

She unlocked the cabin door and led you outside. She held your hand as you both walked through the deep snow. You followed a woodland path until you reached the lake. You both grabbed rocks and threw them onto the ice to check it was okay. You swapped your boots for your skates and skated around on the ice.

You pulled your camera out and recorded your wife skating around. "You're so beautiful."

Hange skated closer. "Thank you. Why don't we skate together? You can film if you want to?"

You set the camera up and held her hand. "All right." You giggled as you relaxed a little and just skated around with your wife. "Thank you. I forgot all about work and I'm just enjoying our time together."

She pulled you against her and kissed you. "I love you. I know we're very work orientated, but we should take a moment to ourselves and enjoy the little things."

You hummed a laugh. "We should." You looked up and smiled as the snow slowly fell. "So beautiful."

Hange flicked her gaze to look up at the snow falling before looking at you and enjoying the pure delight on your face. "Yeah, beautiful."

You looked down at your wife and smiled. "You flirting with me?"

"Maybe." She winked at you. "You know what I'm like." She leaned closer and went to kiss you, but stopped. "Yeti."

You frowned. "Huh?"

Hange released you and skated fast. "Yeti!"

You turned and saw what she was talking about. You skated to your camera before following Hange and filming the yeti. "I got it!" You panted a little and saw Hange was moving fast. "Hange! Wait for me!"

Hange looked back at you. "Hurry! It's getting away! This is incredible!"

You moved as fast as possible, but lugging a big camera was too much for you. You slipped and slammed against the ice with a loud thud. "Ow."

Hange reached the edge of the lake and stopped. She looked back at you on the ice before looking at the yeti. She nibbled her lip and looked back at you. She turned and skated for you as she shouted your name. "Stay still! I'm coming!"

You welled up. "Hange! No! Go after the yeti! You've always wanted this! This is your dream!"

She skidded to a stop at your side and knelt. "My dream? My dream changed the moment I fell in love with you. Sure I want proof of the yeti or bigfoot, but my dream is to be married to you and have children." She helped you kneel. "I want to live the rest of my life with you. Fuck the yeti, okay? You're my dream."

You rubbed your tears away and cried a little. "Hange."

Hange hugged you tightly. "I love you with all my heart and soul. You mean more to me than anything in this world."

You gripped Hange's back and cried a little. "I'm sorry you lost the yeti."

"Don't be sorry, okay? We'll get it next time. My priority is getting you back to the cabin and making sure you're not hurt, okay?"

You sniffed and nodded. "Yes, Hange."

She got up and helped you to the edge of the lake. She swapped your shoes and packed the camera away. She held your hand as you sniffed and walked slowly back to the cabin. She unwrapped your body and did a full body inspection to make sure you weren't hurt.

She smiled softly at you. "A few bruises it seems." She grabbed some meds from the first aid kit and made you a hot chocolate with the works. "Here you go beautiful."

You held the cup. "Thank you. Sorry again."

She kissed your forehead. "Don't be sorry, my love. If I was asked to give this all up for us, I would easily." She crouched in front of you. "I love you more than anything. "I'll do anything for you."

"You're so sweet and romantic."

She kissed you and moaned against your lips. "Let me take good care of you. I love spoiling you and worshipping you."

You blushed. "Me too. I like doing it for you."

She giggled. "I know, my sweet skittle." She purred at you. "You always taste so sweet."

You smiled softly. "Thank you." You looked up at the slide doors. "You never know, the yeti might inspect our cabin."

You were right in your guess because that night as you and Levi were reminding each other of how much you loved each other, the yeti walked closer and inspected the cabin in front of the cameras.

[abeinginsand]

Can we have 🫂💤 for Taylor? :3

Heya Cereal and definitely!! Thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay. Just got back in from work! Spinning him around in my mind, such a silly little guy :]

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Friendship Headcanon

As a nephew cousin uncle pseudo sibling duo, Hermie and Taylor are constantly antagonizing each other haha. Teasing each other about their crushes, arguing about some show they both watch, and other stuff. Giving each other random titles while also alternating who gets called "uncle" or "nephew".

On the softer side, they try to look out for each other. Taylor staying behind in the cat bus to keep watch/guard things while he's having a flare up day. Hermie coincidentally having a sudden stomach ache and staying behind to keep him company. The sound of cat purring and the great debate of the top ten anime and play betrayals is a fun distraction.

Hermie having some shape-shifting issues in public place and Taylor doing an intense series of anime poses and jokes to draw attention away. When Hermie calms, he musters enough energy to give a playful critique of the performance. Taylor ends up surprised because it's the nicest critique he's heard him give to anyone. "Well if you're so surprised, I can easily take such words back? 🤨" to which Taylor says no take backs haha.

And since we're getting into the sleep part next... Taylor is very affectionate with his friends. Usually in the form of high fives, fist bumps, a hand on the shoulder, and leaning against them if sitting together. Sometimes he'll end up falling asleep if it's during a movie night, game, or car ride.

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Sleeping headcanon

Taylor has an easy time falling asleep while sometimes struggling to stay asleep for long, especially if he's alone or feels alone. He tends to sleep with a pile of pillows and his childhood toy, a Santa Snoopy. Having something to hold onto is comfy, often holds Hermie's or Lincoln's hands when they have sleepovers. Unfortunately, Taylor usually ends up moving a lot in his sleep so watch out--ending upside down or half way off the bed at times. If napping, he likes leaning on people like his mom if having a little movie night on the couch or always falling asleep in his dads arms as a baby. Nicky coming late to hq and everyone thinks it's because he thinks it's cool 😎. Real reason being not wanting to wake up his baby boy who looks like a little angel in his sleep.

When he adopts Zoro (gray cat I've drawn a few times), the cat likes to sleep curled around his head on a pillow. The purring is soothing and tends to help him fall back asleep. Though he is not immune to scrolling social media on his phone at 3 am instead.

In dreamland, Taylor tends to dream of a mix of shows or manga that he's looked at recently. He is always in the protagonist spot and no matter the plot there is always a mom character that is basically a dream Cassandra. It's a version of her that let's him break more rules and have more weapons though. In a nightmare scenario, he tends to still be in a plot except no mom and no sidekicks. Lonely and lost protagonist traveling through an ever-changing and dimly lit cavern. The little flame torches are his only comfort there.

On a sillier side, he has attempted lucid dreaming a few times. One of those times was a dream version of the school and he explored each classroom, spotting different characters hidden amongst the students. He spent most of the dream in band class with Miku! The teen was on keyboard and she sang one of many one piece opening songs. For some reason, it was a hard rock cover and her pitch was shifted down. Next song was a Rick roll and as soon as he dramatically gasped about the betrayal...

He woke up and realized he was snoozing on his keyboard with his music editing software stuff open on his computer.

[astroyongie]

Ok I have a question. What’s nct 127 love language? Who thrives on words of affirmation, who enjoys more quality time together, I hope you have any idea what I’m taking about. Like maybe someone is going through a rough time and would need an act of service from their s/o but their s/o is more of a words of affirmation type. It’s something a bit different from all the ships, I hope you can answer. 😇😇😇

Note: I’ve received a few type of requests like this ! This for this I’ll devise it, for the love language that they give and the love language that the need/want from their s/o ! Hope you like it 💕💕

NCT 127 Love Language

Taeil:

Their Love language: Taeil’s love langage is very physical. He would be the type of person that shows his affection by hugging, snuggling, touching his s/o hand or giving them those comforting cuddles when they need. Anything that involves being physically close to them

The Love Language They Want/Need: they need someone that listens and doesn’t judge. A love langage that is based on sweet comprehensive words, on reassurance but also honesty. He needs passionate words, approbation words. Any word that can touch his soul

Johnny:

Their Love language: Johnny love langage is definitely the Dates, the hangs out, the quality time. That’s how he shows he loves his s/o. By providing them memories that they can create together. Gentle touches would also be it

The Love Language They Want/Need: Johnny would want attention. Needs a love langage that is based not only on praising and compliments but also on a lot of attention. Loke getting him those snickers he has been talking about the last week

Taeyong:

Their Love language: Taeyong love langage is actually playfulness. Annoying his s/o is actually a big thing, it means that he needs their attention, that he cares for them. Also very romantic he would get them things whenever he can. Shows them by material aspects and also by his more childish-soul side

The Love Language They Want/Need: Yongie needs someone that gives him words of approbation. He thrives on it, constantly. Thus, his s/o love langage would be mostly in words, to let him know how much you love them, how much good he is. To reassure him, to listen to him and to advice him.

Yuta:

Their Love language: Yuta’s love langague is intense. He would be a lot into physical actions. Meaning his love langague would reside on the marks he leaves on his partner, on the touches he gives, on the physical affection. Expect also very sweet words and compliments

The Love Language They Want/Need: Yuta would want attention. Needs the same that he gives meaning that him too would need physical affection however also a lot of encouragement words. Wants to hear the affirmation of love coming from his s/o’s lips. Wants them to show it with words and small gestures like getting him some gifts

Doyoung:

Their Love language: Doyoung love langage is basically the same that he is expecting in return. He would be the type to care a lot. Meaning he listens to everything, he remembers of everything, he does small meaningful actions, he would be very honest and sweet. However the biggest move would be those protective arm around their s/o when they are out. That’s when you know he really cares

The Love Language They Want/Need: Doyoung would thrive on commitment. Meaning he would need you to put him first in some situations. He would need tender moments and also a very supportive s/o. Soft words and gentle touches are the type of love langague that he emotionally needs

Jaehyun:

Their Love language: Jaehyun would be the type that shows his affection with listening , by being very compassionate. He would often just spend hours listening to the person he cares about. He doesn’t specially say anything, but he would just stay there. Close to them, listening, having a caring arm around them and confort them with warmth

The Love Language They Want/Need: in the contrary Jaehyun would thrive words of comfort, words of reassurance. He would need and want a lot of admiration from his s/o. Need someone that wouldn’t be too heavy on his personal space but that has still a wise communication so they can reassure him when needed.

Jungwoo:

Their Love language: Jungwoo is chaotic when it comes to his love langague because he would basically do almost everything. However his way to show his s/o that they love them is by expensive quality time. Like he would take them in places they haven’t been before and offer them new experiences.

The Love Language They Want/Need: this baby would thrive on words of approbation, on love words, on reassurance. He cares more about words than actions. He wants to be babies in a way, to be reminded that he is a good person

Mark:

Their Love language: Mark isn’t too complicated. When he loves he would give the world, thus his love langage would be basically giving his s/o material goods and dates. He wants to spend on them, wants to show that he is willing to go that far for them. Despite communicating a lot with his feelings Mark would definitely show his affection with gifts

The Love Language They Want/Need: He is more simple for what they want to receive. Mark thrives in quality time. It doesn’t matter what type of activity is done he just wants and needs to spend time with his s/o. That’s basically all

Haechan:

Their Love language: Hyuck is the type of partner that to show he loves his s/o he would touch them a lot. Be very touchy, very present. He would love to just have them in his arms, since his love language is shown by physical touch instead of words or actions. Hugs, kisses, snuggles, cuddles. It’s all his form to say I love you

The Love Language They Want/Need: they require a very specific type of love langague. The first one is appreciation, he needs a s/o that will appreciate him, that compliments him, that doesn’t neglects his needs. Thus, someone who’s here to listen to him, someone who’s able to canalise him and to pull him out into adventures.

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