#stoic f/o

[fo-enjoyer]

Imagine breaking your stoic f/o making them a flustered mess. They hardly show their emotions if at all, maybe even coming off a bit rude, but they have a secret weakness to you. The little things you do they find interesting come to their mind now, and again giving them a little smile on their face. Small thing make them short circuit before quickly getting back their composure like accidentally touching their hand, leading against them for support or to look at something, hugging them from behind, accidentally getting in their face as they scrunch their mouth to avoid being tempted to kiss you. They curse themselves when you're not around feeling embarrassed of how they're acting about you. Not able to wrap their head around it, but they still couldn't help it as they helplessly fond over you secretly. Hoping maybe one day to say what they truly think to your face.

[softniceselfships]

*wraps up stoic and serious f/o in a blanket burrito and pats their head*

[veryvaughnny]

Imagine being woken up by a bunch of tiny kisses all over your face. On your cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, etc. Just very gentle kisses. And once you open your eyes, you hear a soft "good morning, my love."

[softinjections]

imagine catching your stoic f/o staring at you, the edges of their mouth just barely turned into a smile.

as soon as your eyes meet, their smile drops, and they turn away. they're determined to keep their feelings secret, no matter how much you reciprocate.

[nadiside]

You don't like my f/o? Good, more for me 🤗

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o sticking out their tongue, being silly and going like ‘bleehhh’

[lovehoarder]

Some appreciation for f/os who aren't very vocal about their love.

🌹Who look at you like you're they're whole world.

🌹Who subtly go to grab your hand when you're next to each other.

🌹Who leave little gifts on your bed.

🌹Who get you your favorite/safe foods during a grocery run. They know the brand and flavor that you prefer, too.

🌹Who leave a plate for you if you work a late shift.

🌹They love by listening, and they'd listen to you for ages. They memorize who you hate, who you love. Your favorite songs, shows, colors.

They love you so, so much even if it's hard for them to say it <3

[dungeonbf]

different types of kisses with your f/o:

sleepy kisses where you’re both half-yawning, half-smooching, affectionate eyes flitting closed

excited kisses where you’re both so happy to see each other again, so desperate to feel the other!!

tender kisses where you’re holding onto each other tight, murmuring sweet nothings in between each kiss.

[self-insert-hell]

Angst prompt:

Imagine your stoic/villainous/grumpy f/o treating you with more kindness and gentleness because they miss your true personality. Whatever the reason may be, you have not be acting like yourself for a good couple of months. Maybe it’s mental health related, you may be severely physically injured, in a coma or specific state of fully being present. It could even be a bizarre unrealistic event (ie. possession, brainwashed, no memories, swapped bodies etc.) that caused you to become an emotionless, lifeless, shell of a person.

Your f/o realizes how much they need you even if your f/o wasn’t fond of you at first. Maybe your f/o struggled with close relationships and eventually, they had found themselves becoming close with you. Does your f/o regret developing a close bond and become angry because of the situation? Does your f/o desperately attempt to help you, fearing that they might never get you back? Do they give up?

Bonus: The reason you are in such a miserable state is because your f/o had hurt you. Was it on purpose or an accident? Did your f/o become scared of getting “too close” to you and feared getting hurt? Whatever the reason, there are many ways such a tragic event could play out.

[but-thats-its-own-love-story]

Imagine Your (Touch-Starved, Stoic) F/O

getting distracted by your affection...

You knock softly on their bedroom door...

After a couple seconds they mumble vaguely for you to come in...

They must be reading...

Sure enough you find them sprawled out on their bed,

their face buried in a book...

Without looking up,

they motion you over to them...

"Sorry, I can come back later if..." you start,

but their hand quickly reaches out and grabs your wrist,

gripping you so tightly,

practically pleading for you not to leave,

and even without them looking up at you,

you can feel the longing smoldering in their eyes...

"Okay, okay, I'll stay...

Scoot over for me?"

Begrudgingly they release your wrist,

and again without looking up,

they shuffle over just enough for you to join them on the bed,

your back pressing up against their side as you sit down beside them...

They can't help but inhale audibly when you do,

and though they're the one reading,

you can read them like a book...

They're touch starved again...

They're probably reading so intently to distract themself...

Without saying anything,

you lay your hand ever-so-lightly on the small of their back...

They gasp audibly again,

and you can tell they're trying really hard not to let on how much your touch is affecting them,

worried that if you notice you might stop...

You let your fingers play idly up and down their spine,

and smile to yourself as their breath hitches every time your fingertips brush the base of their neck...

"Sorry I'm distracting you so much, Hon..."

They stifle a squeak in their throat...

"...and before you try to say I'm not,

you haven't turned the page in five minutes..."

They bury their face even further in their book...

"It's okay, Love,

I'm not asking you to admit anything...

You can keep on 'reading' if you like,

but I'm gonna turn up the heat a little,

okay?"

They mumble their assent,

still refusing to look up from their book...

Without further hesitation,

you climb fully onto the bed and straddle their thigh...

They fail to stifle the squeak that escapes their throat this time...

"Just relax...

I know you need this, Hon...

Try not to fight it too hard..."

You press both hands firmly into their lower back...

They come undone at your touch,

nearly losing their grip on their book...

You work your way up their back,

their tension giving way to breathy sighs,

their head periodically drooping as they start to nod off...

By the time you reach their shoulder blades,

they've given up all pretense of reading,

focusing all their remaining efforts on not moaning too loudly...

You spoil these efforts for them too,

leaning forward and pressing your whole body into them,

your hands firmly perched on the tops of their shoulders,

as you nuzzle into the back of their neck...

"Getting tired for me?" you practically breathe into their ear,

then inhale a long draught of the scent of their hair,

heady enough to make you a little dizzy...

It makes them shiver so hard you feel their body shake beneath you...

"Sorry again...

I know this is basically torture for you...

As a reward for putting up with my affection you can sleep on top tonight,

but I'm gonna put you out of your misery and knock your lights out first,

so you don't have be conscious when I finally get to see your face..."

Their sigh of relief is a little louder than you were expecting,

turning into a yawn they don't bother to stifle...

If they're being this cooperative they must've needed this more than you thought...

Right,

induced coma by hairplay it is then...

Your hands slip into their hair,

and any lingering resistance to your affection melts straightaway...

Their body softens,

and sinks into the bed under your weight,

splaying out in total surrender as your meticulous fingertips give them something to dream about...

Before they go totally under,

they weakly reach their hand out toward their nightstand...

You pause a moment,

and realizing what they're saying,

grab the bookmark off the nightstand,

close the book,

and set it comfortably within their reach in case they need it later...

Their last concern assuaged,

they quickly succumb to your touch,

as though eager for what comes next...

You roll over,

pulling them on top of you,

and the blanket along with them,

covering you both...

Good thing too,

because the moment you do,

their limbs instinctively cling to you like a vice grip...

It took your breath away the first time they did this,

but you're long since used to it now...

You stroke their hair again,

and their death-grip relents just enough for you to turn out the bedside lamp...

In the calm dark,

you finally take a moment to admire their face in the moonlight,

Their serene expression your reward for your consummate devotion...

You smile to yourself as you picture the blush that must have painted it earlier...

You're admittedly a little jealous of their book now,

the way they were staring at it...

You could stare at them for hours,

if not for the comforting weight of their body pressing down on yours...

the reassuring pressure of their desperate embrace...

the overwhelming scent of their just-tousled hair...

and the soothing rhythm of their sweet sleep breathing...

all pulling you down into the depths of oblivion with them...

Just before it's your turn to succumb,

you swear you hear them half-mumble-half-breathe your name...

Guess it's your turn to blush, too...

Sweet dreams~

[darlingpassion]

I need to be their shared small girlfriend so baaaaaddddddd you guys really have no idea.

[kiawren]

I know we love stoic/grumpy f/os... but what about expressive ones that would take any chance to happily show or tell you they love you because they do and are super proud of it!!

Those that love showing you affection and aren't afraid to openly show it, because everyone should know they're yours and you're theirs!!

Those who aren't afraid of you seeing them flustered, because you should know how enamoured they are with you :)

Those who visibly brighten up and are all smiles whenever you're around because you truly make them feel better and they comfortably express that to you.

Those who may be hopeless romantics for you, and would try anything to impress you and melt your heart, because shit they love you so much and want you to know that.

[veryvaughnny]

I wasn't supposed to tell you this but your f/o was telling me about their plans to marry you.

[softinjections]

S/I: Mew! :3

F/O: ...

F/O: ...

F/O: I told you we needed more glitter.

[nadiside]

The touch starved urge to give my f/o"s hugs all day after everything they've been through.

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who isn’t used to smiles and laughter that you have to just wait, treasuring every small glimpse of a dimple showing on their face or a small smirk… if they have a lopsided/uneven smile too you love that about them so much, even if they don’t. maybe you make the most stupidest joke ever and they snort or stifle back laughter, shaking while trying to hold it in. you try to make them laugh again after, wanting more, but with the appearance they’ve grown used to keeping up they fight the urges to do so again.

…maybe you do get to hear their actual laugh one day as they grow more comfortable around you to do such, the sound of it whether it’s loud or soft or belly laughter or a chuckle or a chortle or really just whatever seems best at that moment is not just special to you but special to them, too, because they’ve never thought their guard would be let down so easily like this one day. but here you are now and they can’t help but let you in