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bigidiotenergytm · 6 months ago

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ok while i focus on other things today take this lil gay thing i did for @aris-not-ares of aris (oc) n zeus uwu

#yeah guys he's messin w that amulet ON PURPOSE #oc x canon is FREEING U GUYS ❗❗❗#zeus #epic #epic the musical #arisnotares #SKY DRAWS.#OOC.#ZEUS. / art answered.#ZEUS. / fc.

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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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Hii! Now that your requests are open I had an idea of what if we were being surprisingly touchy? Like we alr are lmao but hugging him from behind but slipping our fingers under his shirt to rest on his bare skin? I feel like the casual touchy, almost possessiveness would make them uncharacteristically shy and fluster lol, love ur stuff!

“��𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐚, 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: thank you so so so much! this is me as a gf literally

and montell fish the man you are

he was the first concert i ever went to and hearing hotel live made me float (title reference)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he’s used to you being affectionate, but nothing this intimate.

one minute he’s pouring protein powder into a bottle like a gym rat, and the next you’re hugging him from behind, arms slipping under his shirt like you own him.

your hands are cold and he jumps.

“hey, what are you doing??”

absolutely red in the ears. stammers. chokes on air. he’s malfunctioning like a victorian man who was shown a woman’s ankle.

“m-my skin’s sweaty… you’re gonna catch something???”

as if you’ll get contagious soccer disease.

but he secretly likes it. he’ll never admit it, but his heart does backflips when you do this in public.

your hands under his hoodie? yeah, good luck shaking him off for the next hour because he’s holding onto your wrists and leaning into you now.

itoshi rin

do not let this man fool you.

he looks calm, sure. but inside? the mental equivalent of a fire alarm.

you sneak up while he’s brushing his teeth or standing at the fridge, arms curling around his waist and fingers slipping up under his shirt to rest on his back.

he stiffens like a cat.

“what the hell are you doing?” voice low, trying to sound annoyed.

but his ears are pink and he hasn’t moved an inch to push you off.

actually, he slightly leans into your touch, even if he grumbles, “you’re clingy.”

but when you stop doing it one day to mess with him, he literally corners you.

“… you didn’t touch me today. something wrong?”

rin.exe can’t function without your casual affection anymore. you’ve ruined him. congrats.

itoshi sae

honestly, he touches you all the time. hand on thigh, hand on the back of your neck, fingers on your waist.

but you? getting all possessive and slipping your fingers under his shirt?

oh. oh.

that shuts him up real fast.

like he was mid-sentence, sipping coffee, and then you snuck behind him on the couch and did that.

“huh?”

brain rebooting.

“your hands are warm,” he mutters, staring ahead blankly, trying not to flinch.

visibly loses the ability to use words for like a minute.

and then gets annoyingly smug about it. “you’re obsessed with me, huh?”

(yes. and you show it by keeping your hand on his back like he’s yours.)

nagi seishiro

you think he’d be chill, right? wrong.

you sneak up on him while he’s gaming and just rest your fingers under his hoodie while hugging him close.

his spine straightens. game controller drops.

“… uhh.”

for once, he’s not sleepy or lazy. he’s wide awake like someone hit a defibrillator on his soul.

“that’s kinda… intense,” he mutters, flustered and unsure where to look.

doesn’t stop you though.

in fact, the next time, he lifts his hoodie a little so you can slide your hand in easier.

(he thinks he’s subtle. he is not.)

clingy nagi unlocked. he now lays on you just so you’ll touch him like that again.

mikage reo

he’s dramatic about it.

you hug him from behind and slide your fingers against his skin and this man gasps.

“baby?? scandalous behavior?? in broad daylight??”

flails but never actually escapes your grip.

very red in the face, probably giggles, and you’re like “are you blushing?”

“NO?? i just wasn’t ready for that???”

loves it more than his entire bank account.

next day, he walks around with crop tops or mesh hoodies.

“just making it easier for you, angel.”

secretly gets possessive, too. if anyone else hugs you, he’s immediately behind you like, “sorry, her hands are full.”

kaiser michael

oh you wanna play possessive games? he’s the king.

or at least he thought he was.

until you casually hug him from behind while he’s doing his skincare routine and slide your hands under his silk robe like you own him.

he short circuits. the serum bottle drops.

“liebling? what do you think you’re doing?”

fumbles. stutters. glares at his own reflection because his face is visibly RED.

tries to act smug after five seconds.

“you can’t keep doing that unless you plan to marry me.”

starts leaving his robe more open just to see if you’ll do it again.

he tells everyone you’re obsessed with him, but he’s the one texting “you forgot to touch me today 😕”

shidou ryusei

okay so you do it once. hug him from behind, fingers resting just under his shirt on his skin.

and now he thinks it’s a game.

turns into a menace.

“ooooh ~ babe’s getting handsy ~ should we just skip to second base?”

you: “ryu, i’m just touching your back.”

“exactly. second base.”

but then you catch him off guard. mid-conversation. in front of his teammates. and just casually do it.

he pauses. jaw clenched. eyes wide.

"… you’re dangerous."

turns feral, clings to you like a backpack the whole day.

if anyone else tries to talk to you: “sorry, can’t hear you over how in love we are. she’s literally touching my soul right now.”

bachira meguru

he’s always clinging to you. hanging off your back. leaning his full weight on you. wrapping his arms around your waist like a baby koala.

but when you sneak up behind him, all quiet and deliberate, and slip your hands under his shirt while hugging him?

he squeaks.

“EH?!! heeEEYY?!”

looks over his shoulder like a deer caught mid-dance.

“you’re touchier than me now, huh? wow, she’s evolving!!”

fully turns into a cat. headbutts you. grabs your wrists and holds them against his stomach so you can’t pull away.

“your hands are warm. you’re not allowed to stop. ever. this is mine now.”

and then he just stands there swaying back and forth like it’s a comfort position.

if you don’t do it one day, he dramatically goes: “you don’t love me anymore 😔” while fake crying into your shoulder.

(real talk though, he feels safe when you touch him like that. like someone’s got him.)

ness alexis

he’s clingy. everyone knows that. he also loves attention and being adored.

but you? you’re a different kind of chaos.

he’s walking through the hallway, humming to himself, maybe practicing a soccer spin with an invisible ball, and then BAM. your arms around his waist, fingers slipping up under his tight little training top.

he SHRIEKS.

“WHA?! h-hands?? whose hands?? OH. it’s you.”

tries to act mad about it. turns around with a fake scowl.

“you could’ve WARNED me! you can’t just… slip your fingers under my shirt like that!! what if someone SAW?!”

but his face is literally glowing red. he’s so flustered he’s flapping his hands around like a startled chicken. looks like he’s about to combust… but also doesn’t move away.

if anything, he leans back into your touch like a traitor to his own ego.

later, you catch him casually stretching with his shirt riding up and he definitely gives you a side glance like: “my stomach’s right here. if you must.”

turns into an absolute gremlin if you don’t do it for a day.

“you didn’t touch me today. do you hate me now? has kaiser replaced me??”

cue you hugging him and putting your hands right under his shirt again.

he gasps like a princess and melts.

“o-oh… okay… you’re forgiven…”