#prophet x reader

The Pale man/ The Intruder

- Do you recognise me?

- Pale Man x reader on her period

Wireface

- Unplanned Reunion

- Wireface + coat guy x reader that sings - Wireface x reader oneshot

Coat Guy

- Yan! Coat Guy x Reader HCs

- Wireface + coat guy x reader that sings

Prophet guy

- Prophet guy x reader headcanons

Protagonist

you guys REALLY like him, huh.

- Yandere Protagonist x guest Reader - Why do you think you can leave? (pt.1) - why aren't you happy? (pt.2) - nervous! Protagonist x reader - headcanons w/ reader

Tall Guy/Bar guy

- tall guy x gn reader

- bar guy x reader gen hcs

Sleepless man

- how tf did you find me.

Vigilante

- nothing yet, but go ahead and request.

Grayscale guy

- Too Early For This

- Reunited

Enerjeka Addict

- Enerjeka addict x reader SFW and NSFW headcanons

Creepy Guy

- creepy guy Yan! X reader hcs

- creepy guy Yan! X Cold! Reader hcs

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Do's and Dont's

(What i will and wont write)

Do:

- mini stories

- hcs

- drabble

- oneshots

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- comfort

Don't:

- non-con

- dub-con

- any gross kinky stuff

- longggg longgggg stories

- amogus guy in general, i hate him, suck me from the back.

- (if you request danganronpa) i do NOT write for Kokichi. Suck me from the back.

Ask me to write stuff!!! >:( it doesnt even have to be ninah, i also write for yanderes, danganronpa and like.. other things >:/ (feel free to ask if you dont know if i write for the fandom you want, I'm friendly i swear)

Arora

As a “perfect” AI, Arora doesn’t really need to try for anything. She’s programmed with perfect dances. She’s programmed with perfect pitch. She’s programmed with perfect etiquette.

Not only that, but people are always trying to make sure she’s happy. Fans shower her in gifts, Harmony will give her any reasonable demand because they think she’ll go back to what she was meant to do: spying on the band for them.

Because of this, one might think that she likes to be given what she wants. Maybe she likes when you get on your knees and treat her as a goddess.

This is untrue, despite her divinity complex.

Arora hasn’t really ever been given a challenge, so she loves when you tell her “make me.” She loves having to put in the effort. 

You intercept her hands, and her eyes narrow. You set the pace and rules, and she learns a workaround to get you going, but truth is, you already have her processors firing.

“Rori, what’s that sound?”

“My cooling fans. They usually only come on when I’m dancing.”

She feels no reason to lie about how much you affect her. She calls you naughty and makes promises along the lines of “when I get my hands on you” and all that.

The truth is, however, that she likes this game. She likes to see you hold out on her, and she likes trying to find a way past your defenses.

Charlie Disco

Charlie loves it when you whisper sweetly in his ear. You come up from behind and let your breath ghost his ear and he’s yours in an instant.

It’s almost silly, how easily this works with him. You once whispered the word “champagne” in his ear just to see if it would work, and it did. He shivered.

When you laughed, he pulled away and rubbed at his ear, getting embarrassed. “It’s a sexy word, okay?”

No sense in letting that go to waste, right?

So you like to whisper in his ear at inconvenient times. You're a menace during rehearsals, because you manage to sneak behind him, and the moment that he isn't playing, you whisper teasingly at him. If he’s chatting with friends, you’ll move beside him and disturb him.

It doesn't matter when you do it, though, he'll always smile. If you do it enough times, he’ll lock you in a hug and kiss you hard, even in front of the others.

This has disturbed practice once or twice, but he always promises that he’ll make you pay afterwards.

Deckard “Dex” Voltaire

Forgive me for thinking that the man who did nothing but play guitar for ten years is touch starved.

Seriously, the only time he ever was touched by someone else since taking Harmony’s contract was when people would install the body mods on him.

He also doesn’t like to beat around the bush. He doesn’t want you to act coy. If you want something from him, just be straightforward about it. There’s no patience for him to play around.

So you have to try a few things. It takes a bit to find something that really connects with Dex.

However, one day while he’s playing guitar, you sit behind him and let your fingers skim across his body. They trail up his arms, down his spine, around his waist and to his chest, where they linger.

However, he stops playing and tells you to knock it off.

“Do you hate it?”

“No.”

“???”

You realize he’s keeping his head turned from you. You catch the blush creeping up to his wear. Oh. Is he getting… excited? You rest your head on his shoulder blade and continue to let your fingers run along his skin. You feel him tremble for a moment.

If you’re doing this while he’s trying to practice (which is almost always), he’ll usually pretty suddenly pull away from you and get up. 

You think you did something wrong, but he just sets Ragnarock in its holder before returning to sit beside you. Yes, he’s still blushing. It doesn’t stop him from telling you to do all that again.

You take your time touching him gently. You lay him down and watch him shudder underneath you. You watch his breathing get heavier as he gets antsier under you

This is probably the longest you’ll get him away from the guitar. It’s the only time he’ll stop and pull the music out of his head so he can focus on your touch.

Hemlock

“Oh no, I dropped something!”

You purposefully drop something in front of Hemlock. You bend down to pick it up, and you make sure he sees your ass. 

He's behind you in an instant. If he pulls you back against him, you can feel him getting hard. 

I think of Hemlock as a simpler man: it doesn't take much to get him going, but he immediately cranks it up to 11 the moment he sees your ass.

He stares, he slaps, he fondles. 

Loves when you wear a skirt, either flowy or tight. It just means it’s easier to get to your ass. 

If you're particularly short, he'll love that shit, because it means you have to bend over everything. The bartop, a top-loading washing machine, the desk he inconveniently moved beside the bookshelf you like to peruse.

Part of you wonders if he isn't filling his space with gigantic furniture just for that purpose. It's because he is.

He loves seeing you sit places you shouldn't be sitting, like countertops or tables. He'll pin you to them in an instant, if given the chance.

He doesn't care if your ass is firm or flabby, he's grabbing it.

Prophet

I feel as though this guy doesn't necessarily get horny a lot, but he has a pretty high libido, so he's always ready to go the moment you want to. 

So, you struggle for awhile, figuring out how to get under this guy's skin. He's always so confident, so on top of things. 

You even ask him outright how to get him horny, and it makes him laugh.

“You don't gotta try so hard, baby. I'm always ready for you.”

Does not help your case. Back to the drawing board.

You actually discover the answer by total accident. Prophet picks you up from whatever you're doing, asking if you want to spend the night at his place. He has the day off tomorrow and wants to spend it with you. 

You tell him that you need to pack some things first, but he tells you it's unnecessary. “I have a spare toothbrush for you. You can borrow my clothes, if you want.”

It's not until after you two have eaten and are getting ready for bed that you notice a change in Prophet: he's staring, his eyes are dark, and that confident, friendly smirk isn't there anymore. It looks like he's trying really hard to remember something he forgot. 

You manage to get him back to the present, and you ask him what's wrong.

He tells you it's nothing, but his eyes wander towards the window as he sits on his bed. Then he tells you that he never noticed how much bigger he was than you until you put on his clothes.

It turns out that he loves to be reminded how much bigger he is compared to you. I mean, Charlie is 6’2”, but next to Prophet, he looks like he's 4’. Dude is tall. 

So he loves to see his clothes hang off of you. He loves to stand next to you and see you strain your next just to look up at him. He loves how easily he can wrap you up in his arms. He has you lay down, and he puts his hands on you, and it's almost funny how easily he holds you.

His favorite thing to do is play with the size dynamic. Prophet brings it up a lot.

“I need you to stay still for me, baby. I don't wanna break you.”

“Considering the fact that you asked me, three times, for that pen in your hand? While it was in your hand? Right now, pretty stupid,” you answered, teasing, smiling a bit. “Ordinarily? You are smarter than everyone in this building,” you added, motioning towards the door. Prophet chuckled a bit, putting the pen down, before tossing an eraser at you. 

“I’m not that smart.” You sighed, putting the eraser in your hand down, and rounded your desk, patting his face. 

“Prophet. You are the smartest man I know, okay, seriously. So don’t worry about what anyone else has to say about you, you are brilliant. So hurry up and finish what you’re doing, so we can go,” you told him, nudging his arm. Prophet smiled a bit at you, brow quirked, before shaking his head a little, and turned his head back to the file he’d brought with him for you to help him look at. 

“Smartest guy you know, hm?” 

Heads up, he's not totally normal in relationships.

Anything he says is super poetic, even when simply telling you he loves you.

There can be moments where he speaks in a normal format, but thats usually when he's very tired.

Imagine waking up in the dead of the night, him fast asleep next to you and you shake him awake since you wanna talk about your dream or sum thing, and he just stares at you and once you finish talking he says:

"..lovely. now go back to sleep."

Not usual, caught you a bit off guard, but yeah thats how it'd go. He does properly respond if you tell him again at a more appropriate time.

He loves when you two talk about eachothers dreams and what they could mean.

And if your an artist, and you draw him, he'd ask to keep it and then just stare at it for hours at a time.

Then que him going on and on about how beautiful it is, and its meaning, and how lovely you are for making it, ect..

You do get worried about him when he stays out long, especially when he's gone so long the sun begins to rise. When he manages to get back he's thouroughly scolded (not really) and then cuddled.

He happily lets you come with him whenever he goes out. He loves walks with you as you hold hands, the moonlight casting a glow on the both of you. Somehow, you manage to stay safe from any Visitors or lunatics. Maybe its him? I dunno.

You might just start going with him every time, because he always comes home before sunrise when your with him. So you dont get stuck in one shady spot until the sun sets, like him in the past.

He definitely reads to you.

Just, your head in his lap as he reads his book, occasionally glancing down at you. He may as well be reading you a bedtime story, because you always fall asleep. He doesn't mind though, not one bit. He happily sits there and strokes your hair until you wake up.

I believe he gets very touchy with your hair. Asks to brush it for you, to wash it for you, and just loves touching it.

Is it because he's totally bald? Maybe. Yeah. Most definitely.

Totally. Bald. Except for his face, mans as hairless as a sphynx cat. Down there too.

He gets VERY romantic in bed. He.. doesnt shut up. Some would think he's quiet, or only like grunts. But NO. The man whimpers and speaks soft and loving the whole time, complimenting your body and touching wherever you permit him. Whispers in your ear with only loving whimpers and a grumble after as he bottoms out.

He's roughly 7 inches, hairless (duh), not much curve, and a slightly pink tip. Sensitive as hell too.

Prefers holding your hands in bed more than anywhere else on your body, but does enjoy holding your hips as he thrusts into you.

Definitely grips your hair, but not too rough. He'd only do this if you asked him to be more rough, because otherwise he's holding your face or hands as he kisses you and slowly fucks you.

Arora

Small out of necessity

In an ideal world, Arora would have a big wedding with all of her found family (the band). It would be loud and fun and colorful, because she wants to give you everything she can.

However, no amount of delusion—no amount of mood boards or late night talks or imaginary itinerary—would ever allow that to be real.

At the end of the day, she belongs to Harmony. They made her. If she got married, their stocks would plummet, and her fans would fume with jealousy and betrayal (as if they ever had the right to do such a thing).

So the closest thing that she can get away with while avoiding Harmony’s gaze is a hushed affair backstage. 

It’s a greenroom that she and the other band members decorated and surprised you with.

When you walk in, she watches your expression closely. She’s smiling, but she still feels anxious. She’s waiting for that look of disappointment to cross your face.

But how could you possibly be disappointed? You realize that she’s wearing a white outfit for tonight’s show.

She’s been planning this for awhile.

Hemlock suddenly barges in, startling you from your awed reaction. You didn’t even realize that you were near tears until he suddenly, loudly announced himself, presenting a set of matching earrings.

She could never get away with hiding a ring, not under the sharp eyes of her fans and creators. But no one would bat an eye if she had some diamonds sparkling from her ears.

It finally, truly clicks for you what this is. Her own little version of the wedding you two had fantasized about. The closest thing to a dream wedding that reality would allow you two.

Hemlock is the one to officiate the marriage. You don’t know if he’s actually registered to do it, but it’s comforting to both participants to hear the familiar, gravelly voice of Hemlock announce you both as a pair.

Vows are quick, and the kiss she gives you is chaste, but you still feel the depth of her sincerity even in the swift actions that are done before you can properly cherish them.

She’s whisked away before you can hold her close, but that kiss still lingers with you. Her words remain close to your heart long after she’s gone.

It had been quick. One might even call the wedding impersonable, but you know the truth.

Every time you watch her take the stage, no matter how far you are, you can see those diamonds she wears catching the light, glinting her true self through all her fame and glamour.

Charlie Disco

Big and classic

It takes time for Charlie to show preference over one person in his life over another. When he forms a bond, he means it, thick or thin.

In that same vein, he’s a little hard to impress.

This, however, has never stopped your pursuit of him.

Charlie has never been a solo act and he never wanted to be either. He’s receptive.

When you’re alone together, you somehow manage to draw out a special side of him. Everyone knows the warm familiarity of Charlie’s smile and loyalty, but not just anyone knows that specific glint in his eye when he sizes up someone who matches his rhythm flawlessly. You know it well.

It’s a special look he gives you—the way his eyes wander to you when he’s performing, the graceful and subtle way he signs his affections to you when the group conversation drifts.

He’s classic, and with that, classy.

When he proposes, it’s perfect: a night of good food, good drink, and excellent music paired with excellent dancing. You had already been out of breath just keeping up with him, but all the air steals from your lungs when Charlie wordlessly gets down on one knee in the middle of the dancefloor. He sends you a mischievous but earnest wink.

Your wedding is no different from the proposal, just perfect.

There’s an aisle, thrown rice, and live music. He picks your favorite venue and fills the place with enough chairs to make sure everyone you’ve ever loved could participate. He even matches you in a white suit, and yet he keeps his signature lowcut shirt and popped collar. It wouldn’t be Charlie without it.

He feeds you cake and laughs when you shove his slice in his face. While you sit together, he teases guests in your ear, and you both have to hold back your laughter.

It makes you forgive that he got an open bar, resulting in drunken dance offs between you two and the rest of the band.

Against the two of you, they don’t stand a chance.

Deckard “Dex” Voltaire

No wedding - not needed

Just getting to the point where Dex feels comfortable enough to marry you takes ages, but every second is worth it.

Every dismissive look, every shrug, every conversation cut short by his laser focus to his craft… It's all worth it to get to this point.

It always seemed as though he had no one in his corner, so by god, you stayed in that corner through it all. You brought him meals when he wouldn’t pull away from his guitar long enough to eat. You draped a blanket over him when he passed out from exhaustion.

Your little efforts weren’t one-sided, either. More than once, he would mumble about a song he made for you, or play you some melodies he was working on. Sharing his unfinished works is the ultimate show of trust for him.

He silently tells you through this that your opinion matters to him, more than all the people telling him that he’s meant to be a perfect little guitarist. 

When you asked how to play the melodies he showed you, he didn’t stop at showing you. He guided your fingers to the strings of his guitar and gently moved your fingertips down the neck. It’s a strangely intimate moment, and that’s when he realizes that he does want to marry you. He wants to spend any moment he can with you.

Dex already knew that he loved you, of course. When he sees you tearing up the mosh pit, you would get him to genuinely smile. You get him to be vulnerable. You make him feel human, and he doesn’t want to lose that.

During one of those nights when he sees you in the pit, he finally gets the courage to do what he’s been meaning to do.

He waits until a break between sets, and then he pulls you back behind a curtain to slip a modest, black iron ring on your finger. You see his hands are shaky and he refuses to make eye-contact, opting instead to return to the stage and pretend he didn’t just rock your world.

There’s no actual wedding. The planning alone would stress him out impossibly more than he already is, and in turn stress you out too. Perfection haunts you both, and you’d prefer those expectations didn’t touch your love for each other.

Instead, you match his wordless approach and leave the paperwork to file a marriage certificate together on his guitar case.

Going to the courthouse together is similarly wordless. The fingers of his free hand move as if he’s still playing his guitar, but you take his calloused hand in your own when the judge pronounces you wed.

Dex takes you to your favorite restaurant afterwards. It’s the longest he’s been without Ragnarock, but today? For you? He makes the effort.

Hemlock

Elopement

It just happens one night when the both of you are partying. The bass is pounding and his blood is hot and so is yours. He stares intently at you before leaning in. 

“We. Should. Get. Married.”

You’re a little drunk yourself, but even if you weren’t, you would have said yes. You’ve always wanted to marry him.

So when you say yes, he scoops you up and takes you, kicking and laughing, to a Vegas-style insta-chapel. He takes all of his punk rocker friends and fans with him too.

The classic white of the cheap venue gets totally eviscerated by both him and the company. However, the proprietors know better than to try and bill him for the many, many damages.

The entire event isn’t fancy. The two of you can barely remember it. But there’s no regret from either of you. It’s somehow the perfect wedding.

The whole fever dream of a night becomes a foggy memory of bad decisions and laughter so hard it burns like screams.

You’re pretty sure the ringing in your ears is from shredding whatever instrument inevitably ended up in your hands that night, a discordant and legendary harmony between yourself and your new cheaply anointed spouse.

Prophet

Block party wedding

When Prophet proposes to you, it’s a secret, special moment between just the two of you. He’s a major player not just in the neighborhood, but in the city as a whole. He’s shaped countless lives. 

And yet, despite this, he kneels before you like any man would. It’s quiet and it’s so, so intimate.

The party after you say yes, though? It’s anything but. It’s a party that shakes the world.

In regards to the wedding itself, absolutely no expense is spared. Every corner on Dead End Drive is either decked out in bling and lights to celebrate, or blasting fresh beats that reflect the joy everyone has for their resident hero and mentor. The block party wedding is so legendary that the power grid is almost knocked out.

Your wedding outfits compliment each other, but they don’t match perfectly. He wants you to shine as yourself when you take the stage with him.

His vows are deep with the love he has for you. He promises to protect you at every turn. His neighborhood supported him since childhood, and he would show you the same support in turn.

Once you two kiss and exchange your rings, he calls for the party to really start. Dancing and bass and voices in harmony fill the street until well past sunrise.

You know that, with him by your side, the rollercoaster would never stop.

Arora

Arora knows how to cordially give hugs. Very polite. She knows exactly how much to relax her limbs to make it seem natural without making it awkward. She knows exactly how long a hug should last.

So her hugs are weird. They are exactly the same, every time. 

You tell her that maybe she should use her learning algorithm to learn how to give better hugs, and it makes her laugh because she thinks you're joking. 

You are not joking.

She tells you, fine, teach her how to hug.

When you first hug her, she's stiff. She's reading the fine details of the hug. How much pressure you apply, where your hands go, how long it lasts, things like that.

She eventually relaxes and hugs you back, mimicking your habits rather than actually returning the hug. 

You do manage to give her advice on giving better hugs, and she also reads one’s mood before the hug.

She’ll always be stiff when someone initially hugs her, but that’s because she’s figuring out how to adjust her return hug. Her return will always be pleasant, but without real genuinity.

Charlie Disco

He loves wrap his arms all the way around you when he can.

Typically, Charlie’s hugs are tight and always full of warmth.

He’s the kind of guy to wait until you pull away. After all, he wants to make sure his friends get the hugs they want.

He’s always quick to reciprocate a hug, typically with a chuckle.

Affection is treated pretty casually with him, so he’s always ready to hug someone, as long as he even vaguely knows them.

(Type of guy to embrace someone, even if he only knew them for five minutes ten years ago)

If he senses that someone might need a longer hug, he’ll obviously give exactly what’s needed. You stay in his embrace and he rubs your back until you’re ready to let go.

A lot of his friends don’t like hugs (cough HEMLOCK & DEX cough cough), so he’s always a little surprised to receive one out of the blue. He’ll never complain though. 

Deckard “Dex” Voltaire

Dex doesn’t really do… “hugs.” Very much against it. He also doesn’t let his guard down often.

But of course he still feels the pull towards you. He doesn’t admit it, but he loves you dearly. That pull is always there.

But on that rare occasion where he feels relaxed enough, the most you’ll get is him leaning his weight against you. It’s a big sign of trust for him.

He won’t ever acknowledge that he’s doing it, and if you do, he’ll immediately pull away.

But he hopes that won’t be the case. His mind finally slows down when he’s close to you like that.

If he gets a hug, his immediate instinct is to push the hugger away. Even if it’s his s/o, the instinct takes over.

Then, of course, he’s embarrassed that he pushed you away. He doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t want your affection. He just doesn’t know how to accept it.

Hemlock

Spin hugs, without a doubt. You jump into his arms and he lifts you off your feet and spins. Of course, anyone who isn’t his s/o will get an unnecessarily hard clap on the shoulder. They tell him to stop doing it, and yet he cannot be stopped.

If you stay in his arms too long, he’ll lift you onto his shoulder. He loves to lug you around in the least romantic way possible.

Yes, he can princess carry you. But fireman carrying you is way funnier.

If it’ll irritate you, he’ll do it. Obviously, Hemlock wants you happy, but making you a little irritated is, again, way funnier.

When it comes to receiving hugs, he’ll act like it’s a big deal. Usually, he pushes people off him and tells them not to get sappy.

However the hell he blushes, he’ll do that if you hug him in front of his friends/bandmates.

“C’mon, babe, I got a reputation to uphold here!”

Prophet

The biggest and warmest hugs.

People can be bad at hugs and people can be good at hugs. Whenever Prophet hugs you, it comes to your mind that he might just be a professional.

He’s the kind of guy that you can just sink into once his arms wrap around you. 

And the thing is, he loves to hug you. He loves to protect you.

Hugging you in front of others is no problem to him. He likes to let people know you’re close with him.

When hugged by a friend, he’s always pleasantly surprised. Not the type of guy to push someone away unless he doesn’t know them.

Prophet won’t ever pick you up, but if you’re interrupting a conversation for a hug or maybe he just wants to introduce you to someone, he’ll keep his arm over your shoulder after the hug.

He also enjoys pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Call it cheesy, but how can you argue with a man in love?

Arora

I don’t wanna say that Arora sleeps upright in some pod to charge at night. That, I think, is going too far.

However, her bed isn’t exactly comfortable.

She doesn’t have a bunch of sheets or pillows. Too much of those would block her ventilation and would make her internal fans overheat.

So, she has exactly one blanket and two pillows. She sleeps stiffly on her back, so one pillow is for her head and the other is for her knees (the proper support for back sleepers).

Arora doesn’t think much of it when you ask to spend the night with her.

“So funny!” Back when she reported to Harmony, she would have been disassembled and replaced with a fresh AI system, if she returned home with someone else, especially to sleep with. So, this new experience of sleeping in the same bed with her beloved is too good to pass up.

As this is exactly how she sleeps (and she doesn’t have muscles that get sore from sleeping on a hard mattress), she invites you in without any warning.

It’s like sleeping on a glorified table. It’s uncomfortable, and you shift around all night. 

Arora, unaware of the issue, offers you the blanket. “I never use it anyway.” Then she offers you one of her pillows. “I suppose you will need this for your head, hm?”

She doesn’t go to bed unless she’s ready to sleep, so there’s no cuddling either, not unless you request it or you two do it before on the couch/somewhere similar.

Sleeping, to her, is just a necessity. She doesn’t change her patterns even if you sleep with her. You have to bring it up to her for her to even realize there’s a problem.

“Oh, yes, I noticed you rolled around a lot last night. Did you struggle to get comfortable?”

Finally, you invite her over to your place so she can see what a real bed is supposed to feel like.

She debates about it for a while, but she relents very easily. She wants to be with you, so of course she’ll do it.

When at your bed, she lets you lay down first. She witnesses you get comfortable, treating it like some study, instead of just getting ready for bed.

Once you’re comfortable, she lays down beside you exactly as she does in her own bed. She asks you for a second pillow, and she places it under her knees. Then, she closes your eyes.

You’re used to her falling asleep instantly, and you assume that she’s done so now. You move to cuddle up against her arm and let out a sigh. “I love you,” you tell her sleeping form.

“I love you too,” she replies, very much not asleep. Arora opens her eyes and tells you. “I feel very distracted. I’m sinking into the mattress.”

You lift your head as you stare down at her. “Is it uncomfortable?”

But then she shakes her head and puts her arm around you, pulling you back against her side. “It is very comfortable. I don’t think I’ve been this comfortable before.”

Ever? You almost want to ask about it, but she’s closing her eyes again, so you just sigh. “Take all the time you need, Rori. We have all night.”

She doesn’t fall back to sleep immediately after, but she doesn’t move an inch at all. She stays on her back, face turned up at the ceiling as she keeps an arm around you. Unlike others, her arms won’t fall asleep if you lay on them. 

Once she registers that your breathing has steadied out and you’ve fallen asleep, she finally looks towards you. Is this what it is to be in love and comfortable? 

Would she have ever experienced this without you?

“I love you,” she whispers to your sleeping form.

Charlie Disco

His favorite thing to do is pull you as close to him as possible, and that also translates to sleeping together.

He wears comfortable pajamas in the winter, and nothing but his boxers in the summer. This is to divert the fact that he won’t let go of you all night, no matter how hot it gets.

So I hope you enjoyed your personal space while you had it.

Charlie is a very big cuddler, so you better be prepared for that. He’s attached to you the moment that you’re both in bed.

You try to tell him that you need to get up for the bathroom, and he half debates going with you.

But he finally lets you go, and he moves over to your spot to keep it warm for you. Yeah, that’s the kind of person he is.

When you come back, he acts like he’s been dying ever since you left. He could be such a drama king.

“Seriously, I was gone for three minutes.”

“Three cold, cold minutes, babe. Get back in these sheets.”

You just roll your eyes before doing as you’re told, immediately getting slipped right back into his embrace.

There’s no way that you’re getting out of bed in the morning before him. He’s either already up, or he keeps you trapped in bed until you convince him not to miss breakfast.

He just loves to hold you. When you guys don’t sleep together, he whines the next day about how he just couldn’t get comfortable without his favorite person to hold.

Deckard “Dex” Voltaire

It definitely takes awhile for Dex to get comfortable enough to sleep with someone else.

Part of it, yes, is because of some self-doubt. However, he also just doesn’t sleep very regularly. His sleep schedule is wack as fuck, and he doesn’t want to bug you with crawling into bed too late or getting up before you. He doesn’t want to be a bother.

But one day, you’re spending the day at Dex’s apartment. It’s always more convenient for you to go to him, than it is for him to come to you.

It starts to rain heavily, and you stare out the window with a frown on your face. “It’s gonna be impossible to get through that rain.”

That’s right. You live across town from him. Taking the bus was a nightmare, especially since the weather suddenly changed, and even just driving, anything could happen.

“Just stay here,” he tells you, not looking up from his guitar. 

You look back, shocked. He usually tells you in that polite but straightforward way that you should start heading home once the clock strikes a certain time. Or, he’s quick with an excuse back home, if he’s out with you. The fact that he would so willingly just offer you to stay the night is sort of a surprise.

“Like, for the night?”

He sighs. “Do you want to walk home in this rain?”

You obviously don’t object, and he finds you something that will substitute as pajamas for the night. “Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch when I’m done practicing.”

With his bad leg? Not a chance. 

“C’mon, Dex, just come to bed. We can both sleep together.” You hesitate for a beat. “Don’t you want to do that?” You aren’t trying to fish, by any means. Sometimes, though, you can’t be certain with him.

“I’m going to be up for a few more hours. I don’t wanna bother you when I’m done, so it’s fine.”

You take one of his hands in yours, and with your other hand, you pull Ragnarock out of his grip and set it in its stand.

You can see Dex blush as you finally take his other hand and walk him to his room. You smile at him the entire time even though he pointedly avoids eye contact.

“Come on.” You sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling him towards you. “Let’s get some shut eye.”

He’s constantly thinking of how he should be pulling away. He should be telling you that he’s busy and can’t sleep right now. But… he can’t deny the desire to sink into your embrace. Maybe with you in the sheets with him, he’ll actually get a good night’s sleep.

At first, when he relents and climbs into bed, he lays decidedly on his side of the bed (though his bed is pretty small anyway). He lays on his back and just tries to get comfortable that way. 

You don’t push him and just get ready for bed yourself. You close your eyes and try to sleep, but you can feel Dex staring.

When you feel him shift closer, you open your eyes and see what’s going on. He’s decidedly not looking at you.

“Shut up,” he tells you even though you haven’t said anything yet. “It’s cold…”

You pull him close and the two of you curl up together. Probably the only time he’ll be the little spoon.

He doesn’t make a habit of cuddling in bed. He usually only retires when he’s too exhausted to be awake anyway.

However, he’ll let you lean against him before bed, if you don’t mind him being distracted the entire time. He puts a lot of his focus on his guitar, but that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to spending time with you.

You tell him that a cuddle has to be mutual to actual count, and he just groans as he sets Ragnarock down. You can win that fight, maybe seven times out of ten.

Hemlock

This dude FOR SURE starfishes in his bed. And he is FOR SURE going to starfish on top of you too. Free weighted blanket.

He’s a deep sleeper, so you’re not going to get anywhere once he has you pinned underneath him. 

He’ll usually be doing things until he collapses in bed. He doesn’t exactly take time to just lay in bed for the hell of it.

But, if you ask him, he will retire early and let you cuddle up with him. He enjoys cuddling with you, so as long as you catch him before he crashes, you’ll be able to get as much cuddling as you want.

As soon as he deems that the two of you have hugged enough, he just goes “Well, that’s enough of that,” and immediately rolls over to lay on top of you.

You whine and try to push him off, but he isn’t budging. Unless, of course, he’s hurting you. He’ll get up if you’re actually hurt.

(which can happen if he’s not careful with that dome of his.)

Dude tends to sleep in the buff so good luck with that.

You’d think he wouldn’t run hot bc of all that… metal and glass… but the body mass has a tendency to trap heat.

So, good luck with him in the summer.

Prophet

This dude has a gigantic mattress. I’m talking California King.

Does he need all that space just to sleep? Absolutely not. He doesn’t tell you that he used to have a smaller mattress. He definitely did not change to a bigger bed once he met you (<- he totally did).

But having all that space definitely makes for an interesting sleep. He doesn’t really toss and turn, he’s a sound sleeper, but on the off-chance that he has to turn in bed, he’s never short on space.

And admittedly, all that space gets lonely. He tells you that you should spend the night more often. “I can only fill up so much of this space, baby. Come on, just for the night.” He says that every night.

He loves to cuddle. You don’t have to ask him, he’ll always be pulling you close. You’d be hard pressed to find a time when he doesn’t want to hold you. 

On the days that he doesn’t get to have you in his bed, he trains his internal clock to wake up early so that he can make you breakfast.

Yep, you’re getting breakfast in bed. He may not always get up in time, though, so he’ll ask if you want to order some breakfast to be delivered. Prophet always manages to make it work.

Lingering in bed with you is his favorite pass-time. You don’t have to sleep, and you don’t have to be intimate. It’s about spending time with you in a comfy place where you both feel safe. That means the world to him.

Arora

While I certainly have some ideas about sex with Arora, I have to say that my idea about sex with Arora for the FIRST TIME is different.

She would definitely go into the situation knowing that she wanted to have sex, and she'd want to make it special. 

It would have been a thing for awhile, her wanting to be intimate. Learning about sex isn't some shame or secret—it's all accessible on the internet and movies and shows.

Sex, in many situations in the latter two, is shown as an important next step for couples who love each other. It's a show of deep trust.

And Arora trusts you enough for that. She just hopes that you feel the same.

So one night, when you two manage to find an evening to just relax together, Arora subtly gets certain things done: she makes sure you eat, just in case you decide to do it; she makes sure to keep a cool water bottle nearby for afterwards; and she does her best to keep you comfortable and relaxed. If you're stressed, you won't be in the mood.

You two are leaning against each other and watching a movie when you feel her hand reach for yours.

Hesitantly, she speaks your name, taking your attention away from the movie and focusing it on her. “I have been thinking, actually. Would you ever want to… make love?”

The question is such a surprise that you almost jump in your skin, eyes taking in her sincere and nervous expression.

“What brought this on?”

But Arora isn't one to be side-tracked once she has her mind set on something. “I notice you avoided the question. Do not feel pressured to say yes if you would rather not.”

“It's not that, you just caught me off guard.” You touch her arm, turning to face her on the couch more fully. “If you want to take that next step, I want to as well.”

The two of you stare, the movie becoming white noise in the background.

“I… would like that,” she adds as the two of you stall, on the edge of something special.

It starts with kissing, which isn't anything new in itself, but the passion behind the kiss is new. Kisses were normally quick, teasing, and overall innocent, but this one held the promise of the intimacy to come. 

She pulls away and feels the need to warn you. “Before we continue… I don't have the parts that everyone should. I cannot… properly be intimate with you. But I know that I want to make you feel good. I want you to know that you can trust me.”

“I always trust you.”

You grab her hand, and the two of you make your way to the bedroom.

The time together is spent exploring each other. Touches that are meant to spark passion, only sometimes failing, but overall with a success rate. 

Arora ends up above you, her metal frame surprisingly light over your naked body. Her hands wander lower and lower, making it between your legs as they find the perfect way to touch you.

It’s almost impressive, how easily she can wind you up and turn you into a boneless mess (is that a lame phrase to use? lol).

You get the feeling that Arora likes to see you come undone. Her eyes never move from your face as her hands find the perfect way to stroke you. She watches your face flinch and scrunch up as you try to keep yourself under control.

“Let go, 내 사랑. I told you that you can trust me.”

So you finally come underneath Arora, and she feels a surge to her system that makes her entire body tremble for a brief moment. You didn’t even need to touch her to do that.

Arora is so excited about this revelation and finally being intimate with you that she wants to do it again. She has so many ideas on how to make love to you! But you have to tell her to stop or at least take a break, since you’re exhausted from your own orgasm.

She then shifts to lay next to you and smiles at you. She can’t stop smiling. “In movies, they will simply lay next to each other afterwards. Do you want to do that?”

You tell her that you could use some water, and so she hands you the water bottle she had prepared earlier. If you ask her for a snack, she reaches into the nightstand to grab your favorite. If you ask for something that she hadn’t prepared, she’s up in an instant, remembering your request for the next time.

Arora is very attentive afterwards, and she’ll cuddle with you all you want as well. She might take offense if you want to smoke, but she’ll happily run a bath for you if you ask.

She’s probably one of the best people, for a first timer. She won’t run you ragged until you two have had sex a few more times.

Charlie Disco

Charlie Disco is used to quick and meaningless relationships. He develops crushes quickly and loses them just as fast. A bit of a slave to his attractions.

But once he realizes that he genuinely loves you and wants to be with you, he is insistent on not treating you like another hookup.

That means that your first time together has to be perfect. It has to be romantic. It has to be complicated. And, more importantly, he has to be amazing in bed for you.

Which, well… that puts some pressure on him.

But that doesn’t stop him from trying to give you the perfect time. Candlelit dinner somewhere fancy, movie afterward, and he makes sure to stage the “accidentally touches hands when reaching for the popcorn” shtick.

He’s a sucker for the classics.

And when it’s time to invite you inside, he does so with that signature suave look of his. He guides you inside, and before you ask, yes there are rose petals on the sheets.

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It’s so cheesy that you barely manage to suppress a laugh, and he notices. It makes him nervous. Is he doing too much? Does he look like a tool?

But Charlie proceeds as planned and lays you out and lovingly strips you of your clothes. If you’re eager to, he’ll let you do the same with him (it’ll turn him on so much, please do it).

His hands linger in all the places that he knows people love, and he watches you love it too. But then, rather suddenly, you ask him “Are you okay?”

The question is so strange to Charlie that he stops entirely and asks you what you mean by that. You tell him that you can feel his hands shaking, and his face is nothing but pure concentration.

He tells you he’s fine! He doesn’t tell you that he’s nervous about being enough. He’s nervous about treating you like his casual hookups. You’re more than that, and you deserve more than that, but he doesn’t know how to express that.

Your hands come up to his arms and give them a comforting rub. “If you want to do this another time, we can.”

Hearing that causes Charlie to shake his head, letting out a sigh. “Sorry. I psyched myself out a little. I want you real bad, just… give me a moment.”

He then lowers his head into the crook of your neck and takes a moment to breathe you in. He thinks about that look in your eyes when you told him that they could do this some other time.

If you’re not having second thoughts now, then safe to say, he would be okay.

After a moment to get the nerves out of him, Charlie finally continues and in fact gives you some incredible sex. When he just relaxes, he can really deliver.

Charlie remains attentive, but might be hesitant to leave the bed due to his own exhaustion. He will, however, always do it for you.

Charlie is also a great person to have for a first timer, because he knows how to ease someone in, if need be. Plus, he’s relatively attentive post-sex.

Deckard “Dex” Voltaire

(forgive me if this is lame, I headcanon him as ace)

I cannot FATHOM the effort and patience it will take to get this guy into any metaphorical bed.

He doesn’t even like sleeping with his lover, because of how irregular his sleep patterns are. What will it take to have sex with him??

During a quieter day, you’re both doing your own thing in the same room. He quietly plays guitar on the bed while you sit at your desk doing what you need to get done.

But then you take a break, moving to sit behind him like you usually do. At first, you rest your head against his shoulder, and then your hands ghost along his back. You hear his hands twitch, but you continue and he keeps playing.

Your hands move around to his front, and you can hear the soft intake of breath he takes to keep himself restrained.

But your hands continue regardless, and you, with your head resting innocently against his back, ask him if he wants to take a break. The lilt in your voice suggests you two wouldn’t exactly be “resting.”

“I’m trying to work here.” He knows what you’re asking. He’s nervous about it. He doesn’t want to mess up. “You can just rest with yourself.”

Well, that hurt a little, but you learn not to take things to heart around him.

Your hands splay out across his chest and you straighten his back, causing a grumble from him. “C’mon Dex. You’ve been playing for ages. Just take a break.”

Reluctantly, he sets Ragnarock off to the side and allows you to make him lay down with you. You stay by his side as your hand wanders down his side, ghost touches that linger on his hip, slowly moving inward. 

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” You press a kiss to his cheek before continuing to watch his reaction. “If you’re not ready, or if you’re just not interested… I won’t be mad.”

Dex is silent for a moment, feeling your hand on his body and considering if he can get over himself long enough to be with you. “I want you to be happy,” he tells you.

So, you respond with “I want you to be comfortable.” Then, “Only if you want to.”

While he isn’t certain what gets him to agree, he does eventually nod and tell you that he wants to. He isn’t specific, but you know what he means.

So, with all the care in the world, the two of you meet on even ground and explore each other. A lot of it is hesitant touches and reassurance that one likes what the other does.

It’s less about passion and more about discovery, with Dex. It’s a slow process, but he’s intent on remembering every part of your body and which touches where make you tick. You, of course, return the favor as well.

By the end, the two of you are more satisfied than you are exhausted. The memory of you two so closely entwined remain in your heads for days afterward, leaving you both wondering when you’d be able to do it again.

Hemlock

I truly feel bad for anyone who’s first time is with Hemlock.

The way you two… get together, so to say, isn’t anything planned.

In fact, the two of you are just spending time together, you complaining about the day and him backing you up. Maybe the two of you will go out and break something later.

You continue to bitch (<- a term you and Hemlock affectionately use) about everything and then complain that you don’t have an outlet for all that anger.

He suggests going and breaking something. You say you’re too tired.

He crosses his arms. It’s not like you to just bitch and not take solutions. So, entirely jokingly, he says “Well maybe I oughta work that energy out of ya, hm?”

But he freezes when you agree with him beat one. He turns to you and says a little too loudly “That was a joke!”

So, to try and goad him, you look away and mumble, “You’re such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” Now you’re just pissing him off. But it’s fine because he kind of likes that. “Do you really think you’d be able to handle a workout with me?”

You just scoff and shrug, acting unimpressed. “Sounds like you’re just scared.”

You barely had time to finish that sentence before Hemlock had you pinned to the couch, glaring as well as a skull can. You understand despite the lack of eyebrows. 

“Last chance,” he warns you, leaning in close. The glass of his jar bumps gently against your forehead. “I’m not the gentle type. If you take me, you’re taking the whole riot.”

He can see you get nervous at that. He isn’t trying to scare you, but Hemlock doesn’t do gentle. He doesn’t know how.

So, when he sees you agree despite the nerves, he makes a promise to himself to be careful with the parts of you that matter. He can’t promise gentility, but he can at least stay aware.

He strips you without grace. You think you hear a seam tear at some point, but you two are too locked into the moment to stop and check. You also manage to push his jacket off of him and get those pants off.

And, as promised, he’s less than gentle, but he manages to avoid hurting you. His patience is a little low for proper care, though.

You two have steamy, reckless sex that leaves the both of you exhausted on the couch.

When (yes, when) he leaves you sore, Hemlock gets nervous that he took it too far. He worries that he hurt you. So, yeah, he’s gonna get you something for your muscles. Cream? Ice pack? He isn’t sure and runs around for options. You just tell him what you need, and he calms down.

This is just the first time you’re together. The more you two do it, the more he’ll understand what you can and can’t take, so he’ll push the boundaries in a comfortable way.

Definitely not ideal for a first timer. Hope you have some experience under your belt.

Prophet

Unlike Charlie, when Prophet plans something, it actually goes to plan.

But Prophet doesn’t actually plan the first time you two are intimate together.

He trusts that, if and when you get there, things will simply click into place. 

And one night, when you two are finishing a date, the stars align and he sees the opportunity to finally close the distance.

Prophet starts with a kiss that’s slow and loving, the kind you feel every bit of. His hands remain firmly on your hips, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin while he feels you grasp at the front of his shirt.

His lips then find your neck and his hands find your shirt, tugging it up and over before he reattaches himself to you.

He laves you with affection and love, and it leaves you feeling defenseless but safe.

Throwing off his jacket, Prophet picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, setting you down carefully before moving on top of you.

Prophet will take care of your every need, and he’ll see to it before he even thinks about his own pleasure. 

He’s an incredibly giving top, and a great person for a first time, but he’s not going to ask much of you if he's your first. If he exhausts you faster than he anticipated, he’ll finish himself on his own, though he wouldn’t be opposed to you watching either.

Aftercare is a top priority no matter how often you two have sex. He’s the aftercare king, always making sure you’re clean, comfortable, and taken care of. Water? Food? Bath? He’ll clean you with a towel in bed, if you’re too tired to move to the bathroom.