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SFW Headcanons

As we all know, 6 is beyond what you would call a reserved person, and this especially goes for any form of affection. He would entirely be in denial of any feelings for you, despite how much everyone would be able to see them. In the name of neutrality and balance, he would pledge himself to a life of romantic abstinence and celibacy- or so he thought.

6 had grown fond of your presence on the island for as long as he could remember, he could find solace in you when solitude simply wasn’t cutting it. He would hide in his abode, but for some reason, he would still feel this ever growing pit in his chest, one that he simply couldn’t find anything to fill it with. That is, until you would inevitably pop your head in to visit him. You were one of the few, perhaps the only island members he would allow to disrupt his solitude, and when you would, that pit would suddenly dissipate, and 6 would feel at one with himself once more.

He would allow you to make the slightest advances, but obviously only in the name of your comfort. Your head would gently rest against his shoulder as he perused his scrolls, your hands occasionally meeting as you moved to pass him one, perhaps even the occasional pinky locking. Once again, only for your comfort, of course. This is to NEVER leave the solace of 6’s living space, or it would be an absolutely betrayal of trust, and you would risk your entire relationship.

Eventually, when you and the other members of the island get tired of you and 6’s “will they, won’t they” arrangement, 37 had set you up to the ultimate plan. With a book of law handy in your satchel, you would make your way to 6, reading scrolls as per usual after a long day, the only way he could make himself relax. He was surprised by your presence, his eyes flickering up from his scroll and scanning your form.

Once you inform him that your presence is of the utmost importance, you have his attention. You walk over to his desk and lay down the book firmly, planting your hands on it and leaning forward, your lips pursed before you take a deep breath and ask for a debate. His confusion is immeasurable, only multiplied tenfold when you inform him that it is a debate on whether or not the two of you should become an item. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his own lips purse for a brief moment before he shakes his head and denies you. Denial isn’t an option though, and you remind him that now 37 is anticipating the debate, and when this is brought up, he promptly schedules it for first thing the next day, keeping your discussion brief to avoid divulging his arguments before the trial.

At the trial, the point of contention is neutrality and balance, but you keep a constant reminder that if your presence were to be expunged from 6’s life, all sense of neutrality and balance would fly out the window. He would no longer be whole, and he would no longer be able to unbiased, constantly having to live with the utter betrayal of his heart and soul by his own hand. The trial was settled the moment 37 blurted out that 6 was absolutely helpless without you, and that this was his one and only chance to make things right and set the record straight.

His lips were in a tight, straight line, and 6 would look to you with squinted eyes for a moment, asking what you request of him from a relationship. Marriage? Children? Of course, you respond that if all things end well, those two will swiftly follow, leaving the leader with a bright red face, nodding as he accepted your terms.

Since that moment, 6 was absolutely smitten, in his own way, of course. The two of you would find each other clasping hands together more often, the occasional light peck on the forehead, brushing hair from one another’s faces, simple and sweet gestures that showed that you cared for each other, but not enough to be beyond innocent.

You brush, braid, and preen his hair often, dressing him and making sure he looks in top shape for his trials. He often insists this is unnecessary, but you insist back, wanting to fulfill your need for domesticity, one that he didn’t realize he needed as well.

The two of you live separately, and perhaps will for years to come. His need for solitude is beyond love, and he requires patience and respect, and as long as you provide those two things, he will give them back tenfold in return.

PDA is almost nonexistent aside from the occasional pinky locking and brushed hands, perhaps even fixing each other’s robes every once in a while. Behind closed doors, it is more frequent, but not by much.

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NSFW Headcanons

6 is an absolute virgin of mythical proportions. He is the definition of abstinence, even going as far as never having touched himself. The thoughts of you that cross his mind in heated moments while bathing are beyond sinful, and he can hardly forgive himself for it- and by beyond sinful, I mean rough petting and heavy kissing, the acts of horny teenagers.

It’s not that he isn’t capable of thinking of more explicit moments, but more that he prefers the idea of heated makeout sessions and grinding to rough sex. It is a very long time before 6 considers the idea of getting sexual with you, and it isn’t because of a lack of desire, it stems from his fear of intimacy. 6 requires patience, and jumping into it isn’t on the table.

Foreplay is a must with 6, for both parties. You will find yourself atop his lap more often than not, moaning gently into his supple lips as you grind slowly against the hardening length beneath his robes. (Yes, he goes commando.) Depending on who gets fed up first, either you will slink down 6’s lanky body and tug his robes up his long legs, moaning softly as his cock gently smacks you in the cheek, his face burning bright red.

6 is long and skinny in every regard, a prominent vein running down the side of his length. The tip is pink and sensitive, and is prone to leaking even at the slightest bit of stimulation. His cock never fails to hit the back of your throat, and he apologizes profusely any time he makes you gag. He prefers to finish in your mouth during oral, because why would he want to ruin your pretty/handsome face? He would much rather look at it in its original and pristine condition, much better to kiss you with.

6 is certainly not neglectful in regards to foreplay and you, and could honestly spend hours between your legs if you would allow him to. He is slow and methodical in his movements, taking you in his mouth and gently lapping and sucking, his hands gently caressing every inch of your body in the process. This man does not relent, and will not stop until you will him to.

Even longer after the first time the two of you engage into foreplay, will 6 entertain the idea of full on intercourse. He is a gentle lover, and as such, will only make love. 6 is very much vanilla, and his favorite position is missionary. He loves nothing more than to look down at the one he loves while the two of you become one.

His stamina at first is close to none, as he had never indulged in his carnal desires before you. Over time, though, he does improve quite a lot! Going from a few minutes (perhaps thrusts at best) to a few rounds is like heaven with 6. The intimacy is like nothing you have ever felt before, truly feeling at peace and balanced with another person.

At first 6 is very stiff with aftercare, but only literally. When he would hold you, he would be as stiff as a board, almost trying to comprehend what had just happened, as it was an entirely new experience for him. He wanted to take care of you just as well as he had felt you had done the same for him, but he was beyond nervous and trying not to show it. Gradually, this stiffness would subside and he would relax, the comfort and cleanup afterwards coming naturally to him.