#dethklok x reader

Nathan Explosion

He doesn't get clingy incredibly often, but that's largely because you two have a good system of parallel play already. If he's working on something, you're usually off to the side doing your own thing, and vice versa. It still crops up on occasion though, especially if the guys have been butting in on his time with you, or if you've been working especially hard.

When he gets clingy, he gets awkward. He tends to linger in doorways, and makes random comments just to be acknowledged. He'll meander up behind you while you're working, and points at whatever you're working on before asking the strangest questions -- he's a little intrusive, but he means well. He'll never directly ask for your attention, but loving Nathan means reading between the lines a little bit -- and how can you deny him when he's so clearly wanting?

This all changes when he's drunk though -- he's a very clingy, very touchy drunk. Subtlety goes out the window as he throws his arm around your shoulders, and leans a little bit of his weight into you.

Pickles the Drummer

He gets clingy at the most random of times; truly, you can never tell what's set him off. But when he decides he wants more attention, he's not very subtle about it. If he feels like he's being ignored, he'll get really pouty for a little bit before sending you an abundance of stupid videos. Yes, he expects you to physically like them, and respond to some of them. If you don't, he'll take it as an excuse to walk out and find you to ask if you've seen it, before flopping on top of you to watch shit together. Although to be fair, if you do respond to any of them, he'll still walk out to talk in-person, before doing the exact same thing. He thinks he's slick.

If you're actually working on something though, he gets really whiny. He'll wrap his arms around your middle, pressing his lips to your throat and scratching his beard against your sensitive skin -- and if you scold him? He just grins, and complains until you promise him you'll take a break -- with a time estimate. Be careful, he'll hold you to it, too. That'll at least stifle his complaints, but he can't help but make a random comment every now and again, just to hear your voice.

Sometimes you'll be sitting in a room together, and he'll just throw out a random "Babe?" just to hear you respond. He never actually wants anything, he just wants to hear your voice.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

He denies the "clingy" allegations, but he's not fooling anybody. When you've jumped through all the hoops to get into his heart, he gets very attached, and with that comes a very, very clingy man. Like Nathan, he's content with parallel play a lot of the time, but he requires a little bit more interaction to feel sated. It usually comes in the form of asking for feedback on some riff he's working on, or in silly jokes and comments. And if you're too engrossed in your own task to respond, he gets pouty. His chords get more somber, eyes occasionally bouncing up to your form, before he eventually stops playing altogether. He'll put his guitar down, making a few stupid jokes to grab your attention… and if that doesn't work? He's making some random excuse to have you drive him somewhere -- most often to grab a snack, or to watch some movie.

He'll find any excuse to hug you from behind if you're standing around somewhere. It's like his default position -- his arms around your middle, resting his chin on top of your head or shoulder… doesn't matter if you're in public, or just hanging out in Mordhaus. He also tends to track your movements with his eyes whenever you get up, and if you leave the room, he's following in your footsteps not long after.

He's clingiest in the mornings -- he absolutely hates waking up, and he'll use his lanky limbs to his advantage to wrap himself around you and pull you back into him.

Toki Wartooth

Toki is simultaneously the most clingy and the most overt in his affections. If he's feeling lonely, you won't have a single doubt in your mind about it. He might start "subtle" -- and this word is used very lightly -- by just flat-out asking you to hang out with him, or by bringing you random things from around the home to look at. It's usually something he's been working on, but sometimes its just some random thing from around Mordhaus that he's made up a question about. Its less about the item, and more about redirecting your attention.

But if you still aren't paying enough attention to him? He'll just insert himself into your hold, physically. If you're working on something in bed, he's nudging your stuff to the side so he can wrap his arms around you and lay his head on your stomach. Sitting at your desk? Suddenly he's leaning over the back of your chair, and pressing his face into your neck. And oh my God, how he whines for your attention -- at this stage, it's best to indulge him, because otherwise, he's gonna start biting. Unfortunately he sees nothing wrong with this behavior, and it's very hard to actually curb.

This is all doubled when the boys are taking up your attention, and tripled if it's Skwisgaar. If you're talking to the latter too much, he'll just flat-out insert himself into the conversation, only to change it. Sorry, he's a bit of a brat. You love him, though.

William Murderface

He's so clingy, but he gets indignant if you even mention the word around him. Him? Clingy? Absolutely not -- if anything, you're the clingy one! Which is to say, he'll make it seem like you're just begging to hang out with him, and he's just obliging you by distracting you and putting himself in your arms. Real smooth.

He hovers around you, making random comments, asking random questions, telling you the most insane things about his day -- if you give him even a single scrap of attention, he'll take it as a good sign, and keep going. Your only options here are to either A.) Directly tell him to leave you alone, which results in a very sulky Murderface, or B.) To bring him into your arms, and tell him to hush. Again, if you take route B, he'll act like he's doing you a favor. You know what you signed up for when you started dating him.

- He can't believe you're real.

Toki has spent most of his life being overlooked, underestimated, or actively mistreated (thanks abusive childhood and years of being Dethklok's punching bag). The fact that you want to be around him — that you choose him — breaks his brain a little. He'll ask "yous really likes me?" at least once a day. Not because he's fishing for compliments. Because he genuinely can't believe it. Answer him every time. He needs to hear it.

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- He's incredibly affectionate.

Toki is a hugger. A hand-holder. A forehead-kisser. He'll drape himself over you on the couch like a large, dirty blonde cat. He plays with your hair while you watch TV. He holds your hand under the table at dinner. He's not ashamed of any of it. He spent so long without physical affection that now he's making up for lost time. Let him. He'll purr if you scratch his head. (He doesn't actually purr. But it's close.)

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- His love language is quality time.

He doesn't need grand gestures or expensive gifts. He just wants to be near you. Sitting in the same room while he practices guitar. Cooking together (he's terrible at it, but he tries). Falling asleep on the couch with a movie playing that neither of you is watching. He doesn't care what you're doing. He just wants to do it with you.

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- He's surprisingly thoughtful.

He remembers everything. Your coffee order. The name of your childhood pet. That one thing you mentioned wanting six months ago. He'll surprise you with it — not on a special occasion, just on a random Tuesday. He doesn't make a big deal out of it. He'll just hand it to you and say "I saw this and thoughts of yous" like it's nothing. It's not nothing. It's everything.

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- He's protective in a quiet way.

Toki isn't aggressive. He won't start fights or threaten people. But if someone hurts you — really hurts you — something shifts in him. He gets very quiet. Very still. His eyes go dark in a way you've never seen. He won't tell you what he did. You won't ask. Just know that whoever crossed you regrets it.

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- He has nightmares.

His childhood left scars that don't show. Some nights he wakes up shaking, drenched in sweat, reaching for you before he's even fully conscious. He won't talk about it. He'll just cling to you in the dark and breathe until the shaking stops. Don't push him to explain. Just hold him. Let him know he's safe.

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- He's goofy as hell.

Toki makes stupid faces. He does voices. He'll narrate your daily activities in a fake announcer voice until you throw a pillow at him. He laughs at his own jokes (which are mostly terrible). He's not trying to be funny — he's just like this. Life with him is never boring. Annoying, sometimes. But never boring.

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- He gets jealous (but not in a scary way dw).

He won't yell or start drama. He'll just get quiet. Withdraw. Sit in the corner and pick at his guitar and pretend everything is fine. It's not fine. He saw you laughing with someone else and his brain immediately went to "they're better than me, you're going to leave." You have to coax it out of him. He'll deny it at first. Then he'll mumble something about "that guy" and look at his shoes. Kiss his forehead. Tell him he's an idiot. He'll smile. It'll be okay.

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- He's bad at taking care of himself.

He forgets to eat when he's hyperfocused on music. He stays up too late. He'll wear the same shirt for three days if no one says anything. You become the person who reminds him to shower, who brings him food, who physically removes the guitar from his hands at 3 AM. He complains — "you're nots my mom, Toki is a grown-ups" — but he also leans into your touch when you check his forehead for a fever. He needs you. He'll never say it.

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- He writes songs about you.

Not all of them. But some of them. Little melodies he plays when he thinks you're asleep. Lyrics in Norwegian that you don't understand. He'll never tell you which songs are about you. But you'll know. There's something in the way he plays them — softer, sweeter, sadder — that gives it away.

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- He's surprisingly good with animals.

Cats love him. Dogs love him. Random squirrels seem to trust him. He talks to animals in a soft, gentle voice that he never uses with humans. Watching him crouch down to pet a stray cat will make your heart do something weird. Don't mention it. He'll get embarrassed.

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- He's not good with words.

He stumbles. He trips over sentences. He says the wrong thing at the wrong time and then panics and makes it worse. He's not good at "I love you" speeches. He's good at showing up. At holding you. At making you coffee exactly the way you like it. At being there. Learn to read his actions. The words are in there somewhere. They're just shy.

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- He's fiercely loyal.

Once Toki loves you, that's it. You're his person. He's not going anywhere. He'll defend you to anyone — the band, the press, strangers on the street. He'll choose you over everything. Not because he's supposed to. Because he can't imagine choosing anything else.

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- He makes you feel seen.

Toki notices things about you that no one else does. The way you laugh when you're nervous. The way you tap your fingers when you're thinking. The small sigh you make before you fall asleep. He collects these details like treasure. He'll mention one randomly — "yous do the things with your nose when you're annoyed, i likes that" — and you'll realize he's been watching you this whole time. Really watching. It's unsettling and wonderful.

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- He's your home.

That's what it comes down to. Toki is chaos and noise and terrible cooking and loud guitar at 2 AM. But he's also warmth and safety and someone who looks at you like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him. He's not perfect. Neither are you. But when you're together, it feels like coming home.

Nathan

I think he's a very like stupid lover

He's not very emotionally intelligent, so you'll definitely need to teach him social cues and what to do when you're upset

Once he knows what do to, he's on it

He memorizes everything, even if he has to get rid of stuff in that little brain

I think he's also very cuddly when it's just you two

He'll have a hand on your thigh when you guys sit together though

He's kind of an awkward guy, so sometimes you think he doesn't actually like you, but he'll fix that right away

I think he's a big kisser like he loves some little pecks when you two have to separate even if one of you is just going to the bathroom

He says things sometimes that make you wonder how natural selection hasn't gotten to him yet

Like in Dethhealth where he says he "just learned that cats have balls"

Yeah.... He says a lot like that

He's definitely a very low key lover

Like he doesn't go on a lot of dates, not too many compliments, he's just there for the ride

He's still a loving guy through it just in his own Nathan way

Like he tells you random shit about death or metal just because he wants to share something he likes with someone he likes

Type of mf to lay on your lap like a cat in the living room and deny that he's in love

Overall, 6/10 Not the best, not the worst, just a mediocre idiot with a big brutal heart and bank account

Pickles

I think Pickles is around the same as Nathan

Lots of double dates if Nathan has someone he's talking to

(Pickles is lowkey in love with his homeboy/j)

Likes to sit with his arm around your shoulders

I think like Skwisgaar he has a lot of high nights watching movies and eating

He might have you doing some harder things though

If you're down that is

He's more emotional intelligent than his counterpart, so he already knows what to do

I'm sure he had relationships in Snakes n' Barrels, so I have no doubts that he has some experience

He's not a kiss guy, but definitely a physical touch and quality time guy

He'll still give a little peck of course

You're not safe from that beer breath and scratchy goatee

He likes to sit in the same room even if you guys are silent and doing two different things

Brings up random things while you try to sleep

"Dood, do yew think dat birds are ahctually drones or nah? ....... like waht if dey get mey face and like make poern of me...."

He's enough to drive the average person crazy

Have fun

Overall, 7/10, he's not as dumb and really nice to be around

Always high though, and that isn't too good for relationships.....

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Hope you liked!!!! Have a good day, night, whatever

Toki was absolutely infatuated with Dethklok’s new social media manager. The new one that Charles had just hired a few months ago, you. You and your perfume that lingered in the air whenever you would walk by, you who patiently answered every question he had, you who lived in his head rent free.

You consumed Toki’s every waking thought from the day you arrived. He soon began to daydream about you; imagining what you would look in his arms, imagining your lips pressing against his own, imagining how you would look breathless under him in his bed. He let little ol’ you wander in his mind to all sorts of places.

Ever since then, he never left your side. Finding ways to get closer to you at every chance he could get, pestering you about how his online presence was growing; he didn’t really care about his social media accounts, but the way your face lights up with that proud smile made his heart melt.

He even brought you to the tours, fighting tooth and nail with Charles to make it possible until the latter agreed. You’d wait for him backstage after the performance was done; he would run to you and ask how he did, wanting you to shower him with praise and compliments. Personal space practically didn’t exist for him, always cozying up to you as you let him pick out the photos for his instagram, the routine becoming a silent ritual between the two of you.

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This was no different; the tour ended with this closing performance. Dethklok finally finished their encore for the night. The cheers (more so screams) of the audience dying down as the members retreated backstage; Toki being the most eager one. He could barely contain himself as he rushed to look for you — He finally got that guitar solo after Skwisgaar finally let him do it for once — He had to know what you thought of it.

He searched for you frantically; his eyes scanned the backstage area filled with klokateers but not a silhouette that resembled your figure. He ventured deeper, calling out your name as he cleared every little area. Disappointed, he hung his head low — did you leave early? Did you not enjoy the show? Toki’s heart began to ache in silence before muffled voices arguing from the changing room caught his ear.

“Let go of me!” He instantly recognized that voice as if he was trained to do, bolting to the source of the sound. The door to the dressing rooms burst open. There you were inside, cornered against one of the tables as some random bastard pulled at your wrists, making you struggle to thrash free. Your eyes lock onto Toki’s, who stood at the doorway frozen, pleading for help.

And help he did. Out of sheer instinct, Toki lunged at the man in front of you with a punch knocking him to the floor, finally freeing your wrist. Toppling on top of the man, he pummeled down an onslaught of punches to his face; blood began to splatter onto his knuckles as injuries formed, threatening to bruise later.

A crazed expression covered his face — one you had never seen before. His eyes were feral, teeth bared, hair disheveled with sweat. He didn’t give the man a moment to recover, only stopping once klokateers pulled him back before promptly kicking the intruder out.

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The silence was deafening in the room after the incident, Toki glared down at the floor as if it personally wronged him. You asked the klokateers to leave; insisting you’d take care of him instead. Now, you sat awkwardly stiff next to him (some help you were). Your teeth chewed on the bottom of your lip, almost drawing blood as you thought of something to say, your fingers gripping the disinfectant bottle. The blood dripping from Toki’s hand served as a cue for you to finally snap yourself back to reality.

“Thank you, Toki. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you,” you finally spoke up, wiping the blood off of his knuckles with the clean towel. Toki, who seemed to be in a daze himself, reacted to your voice on command, hands lifting themselves up so you could wrap the bandage. His eyes drifted to your lips as he watched them utter those words.

“Miss manager?” Toki looked away, punishing himself for thinking how kissable your lips looked. You winced at the nickname, “Toki, I told you you don’t need to call me that,” laughing awkwardly as you tie the gauze tight around his fingers. “I really don’ts want anyones to be arounds you,” his bottom lip jutted out unintentionally as his eyebrows knitted together to form a frustrated look across his face.

“I don’ts want the klokateers to be near you, I don’t want the others members to be nears you, and I specially don’ts want random dildos like that guys around you.” You were taken aback by his sudden rant, his hand clenched into fists as more blood threatened to spill out of the fresh wounds.

“Why can’t you just be mine?” His icy blue eyes bore right into yours, glossy with tears from desperation and frustration. His breath was shaky as he sighed with defeat — you felt a little guilty for relishing in how he yearned for you.

Your hand trailed closer to his, inching painfully slow before he latched onto them, contrasting your dragged out pace. You gasp at the sudden contact, his hand was surprisingly warm; you couldn’t tell if it was from the adrenaline rush he just had or if it was because of you. Your eyes lifted from the intertwined hands, eyelashes fluttering as they met his.

Toki’s face was mixed with urgency and hesitation, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes to your lips once more. “Can I? Please?” He was practically begging at this point, face inching towards yours to the point your noses brushed against each others. You knew what he was begging for — what he desperately wanted.

You didn’t answer, instead closing the space between you as your lips took their rightful position against his. His hand held the back of your head, gently nudging it closer to himself as he kissed you with a hunger that had been building up for months. His other hand pulled you onto his lap, a soft whimper escaping from the kiss as your thighs spread to accommodate his legs.

His tongue probed into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as his hand planted themselves onto your hips, his brown locks brushed past your face with every slight movement from him. With you on top of him, so close you were almost one with each other, the scent of your perfume intoxicated his every breath. He wanted even more — burying his face into your neck, taking in the smell as his crotch rutted against yours with need.

“You don’t knows how many times I dreamed of this,” he panted out between bated breaths, fumbling with his belt buckle hastily. You did the same — tugging down your jeans, kicking them off to the corner of the room you sure as hell won’t check for a good while.

A flimsy bra only separated your naked breasts from being pressed up against Toki’s face but he didn’t care, his lips placed on the soft skin causing a shiver down your spine. Your back arched as Toki’s finger traced the small of your back, his cock rubbing against the slit of your cunt impatiently.

“Can I puts it in? Please, miss manager?” He gave you a ditzy smile with that teasing nickname, hugging you tight in a bear hug as he looked up at you. “Naughty boy, keep calling me that and I’ll give you blue balls,” You warned him sarcastically, your thumb tracing his bottom lip as you lowered yourself onto him.

Toki’s lips let out a pitched whine, biting down on his lips as his head rolled backwards; your lips let out soft noises of your own, forming an o-shape as his shaft entered you. Finally bottoming out inside, his eyes were heavy with pleasure, legs twitching under your own as your warm walls enveloped him.

His hips ground against yours before you started moving — riding his cock at a steady pace that nearly drove him to insanity. Toki let out soft whimpers under you, fingers digging gently into either side of your waist fearing he might accidentally hurt you; it took everything in him not to bruise your perfect skin with his touch.

His hips bucked into yours, causing you to let out a needy moan. He smirked at your lewd expression while his canines grazed against your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over it to remind every other guy that you’re his and his alone. Your arms grasped onto his shoulders for purchase as he thrusted deep inside you, his groans grew louder in your ear.

The guitarist knew he wouldn’t last any longer — not with how good you felt around him. Your mewls intensified when you realized you were close, rutting against him greedily to reach your climax. Toki’s hands find their way back onto your waist, his pace stuttering as you tighten around him.

“Cum inside me, okay?” You whisper breathlessly with a dazed smile, strands of your hair sticking to your face from the sweat, creating a sight perfect for a renaissance painting. That was all it took for Toki — your beautiful fucked out expression — his cum spilling inside you while his lips locked onto yours, stifling his grunts into the kiss.

His flaccid member slipped out of your pussy while he tried to catch his breath, the room filling up with shallow breaths and panting. His cock slots itself against your ass as you lay on his chest, listening to his labored breath. He inhaled the scent of your shampoo in your hair, combing through it gently as he came down from cloud nine.

“Does this means we’re boyfriends-girlfriends now?” He spoke into your hair, you could feel him smiling against your head at the thought of being yours. You hum in thought, “maybe,” you replied teasingly. “Maybes?!” Toki looked down at you in utter disbelief; the joke completely flying over his head.

He’d probably ace the “would you love me if I were a worm” questions. Albeit, maybe he'd be a little confused. How he’d answer would depend on how he feels. If he’s feeling spiteful he might say “no”, and tell you he’d feed you to the birds. Most of the time he’d say “yes”, though.

Going back to biting. Sometimes his muscles look so juicy, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you bit them. Would they be hard? Soft? Tender, or rough? Perhaps a mixture of sensations?

You wouldn’t bite hard, hopefully.. Just a nibble. A love bite, if you will. You wouldn't leave a mark. Probably..

If you do bite him, he’d be confused, but kinda into it. It’d take a couple seconds for him to get over the surprise. He’d stare at you wide-eyed as his brain processed it.

He’ll bite you back, of course. It'd become a thing. You’d be cuddling, warm, happy, content, then you’d feel the wet pinch of teeth followed by the shaking of barely concealed giggles. Whether you bite him back or not is your choice. Either way, you might have created a monster.

You both probably play fight a lot. It's the natural follow-up to biting. He usually wins, but you put up a good fight! Maybe.. Sometimes he’ll let you win. Usually not. When you play fight, it’s war. Every person for themselves. After you’re both tuckered out, you’ll begrudgingly call a truce, and then cuddle. He'd tease you as the two of you drift off.

If you come up to him asking for cuddles, and he’s not doing anything, he’ll almost always agree. He loves cuddling with you. If you bury your face in his chest, or on his shoulder, he’ll wrap you in a hug. He gives the best hugs. His grip is firm, but not too firm. He’s secretly ecstatic if you initiate hugs. To him, your hugs are the best.

If it weren’t up to both of your obligations, you’d be strung around each other for most of the day. You'd probably live in each other's skin if you could.

He’d get a bit pissy if you’re affectionate to his bandmates (especially Skwisgaar). He has a bit of a jealous streak. You don’t even have to be physically affectionate—you could compliment them, and he’d feel the embers of jealousy crackling inside him.

He really likes small forms of affection like holding hands when you’re around people. It kinda plays a bit into his slightly possessive side. It shows the world your his, and his only. You’d likely know, or have an inkling of suspicion.

He likes getting compliments from you. If you tell him his playing’s great, and that he’s doing a good job, he’ll be putty in your hands. He doesn’t hear those words often, so when he does, especially from someone as important to him as you, it’s always comforting. If you compliment him while he's playing, he might fuck up a bit because of how flustered he is, even if he doesn't show it.

If you compliment his physique, like his biceps, he might get flustered. He'll pretend not to, which will make him even more flustered. If you do it while he's working out, he'll probably make a mistake. He'd try to keep his cool, he might even act like nothing happened, or pretend you didn't say anything, but his confidence would get boosted. So would his ego. He might start showing off a bit more. He may or may not start finding excuses to flex in front of you. He'd be picking something up, or grabbing something, and then, boom, he's flexing.

He may or may not develop a bit of an ego from your compliments. He’ll just rub it in his bandmates’ faces, no biggie. 

In general, he likes to rub your relationship in his bandmates’ faces. He’ll play up his affectionate side when the others are around. He gets a bit more showy. Like he’ll hug/kiss you while smirking and making eye contact with one of them. He’ll get really into it. When you’re not around he’ll call them “bitchless”, and make fun of them for being single. Murderface especially. He’ll brag about you a lot as well, making sure to tell them how great you are, and how blessed he is to have you. He usually yaps the most when he's drunk.

He doesn’t really get told “I love you” often. He knows the people in his life care about him in their own, strange, way, but it’s not common for them to straight up say it. It’d feel weird to say it. Dethklok aren't the kind of guys who'd openly express those kinds of feelings towards one another. It'd be weird just thinking about it!

He'd probably be a little surprised when you first said that phrase. It felt a bit strange. It was very unexpected, and slightly unnerving. Verbal expression was not really his strong suit. It takes a bit to get used to it.

Later on in your relationship, he still doesn’t really expect you to say it. When you do he’s happy, but there's also an underlying feeling he can't name. He could hear you say it over and over again, and never get sick of it. Your words—they're like drugs to him. He can't get enough, but there's a strange twist on his spine. Like a dull wound, never fully healed, opening wider.

If you’re both about to fall asleep, and you whisper it to him, he’ll feel a complicated mix of emotions. On one hand, he's glad you can say it so easily, but on another he's hesitant. Some nights it's hard to return such words. Be patient, and give him room to acclimate.

He gets to a point where he almost always says it back. He might be a bit hesitant at first. It's a huge step. He takes a while to get to that point, but with your support he's able to.

It’s hard to hold yourself back once you start kissing him. He has a very kissable face. He looks like he’s built for love. One kiss quickly turns into a dozen. He usually waits until you're finished. Sometimes he’s quiet, other times he’ll giggle at each peppered kiss you press onto him. When he’s had enough, he’ll tell you so. Usually he rides it out until you’re done, though.

If you gift him something, like a new model set, he'd be very grateful. He’d wrap you in a strong hug, and thanking you repeatedly. He’ll eagerly get to building it, deathly quiet while you watch. If you offer commentary or talk, he might give half-assed responses. He’s listening, but he’s also concentrating. 

I could see him being a fan of quality time. Hanging out in the silence of his room, both of you distracted by other things, yet basking in each other's presence nonetheless. Occasionally one of you would offer your words on something, sometimes it'd lead to conversation, other times you'd fall back into comfortable silence.

I could also see him liking massages. If you offer after a long day—when he’s noticeably tense, and a somnolent air lingers around him—he won’t say no. His muscles will visibly relax at your touch. He may find himself falling asleep.

He’ll do the same for you. If you’ve had a long day, and/or are exhausted, he’ll massage you. He might not be very good at it—he might be a bit too rough—but the offer still stands.

On nights when you’re both alone, curled up together, his back to you, you may place a kiss on his shoulder. Depending on how you both feel, you may trail them up to his neck, and to his jawline, planting each kiss with emphasis. 

You can kiss every square inch of his body if you want. He wouldn’t mind. He might be a bit hesitant to kisses in certain places, like his scars, though.

If you do kiss, or trace his scars, his body might stiffen. Even if he doesn’t want to, it's a habit. He knows logically you won’t hurt him, but muscle memory says otherwise. Out of habit, he might find himself watching you out of the corner of his eye, weary, and cautious. It takes a lot of time to get to a point where you can touch his scars without his muscles going rigid.

When you’re laying together, if you wrap your limbs around him, caging him in your hold, he’ll melt. All the tension he didn’t know he had erased at such a simple movement.