He’s absolutely demisexual, probably even leaning on ace. Sex just isn’t something he thinks about or craves until there’s a very specific moment with someone he trusts that would make him consider it
He’d be entirely and completely shocked that a human would find attraction to him in that way. Cue this ravager being absolutely floored by the idea that he had somehow aroused someone just by existing
For your first time, he probably asked a couple hundred questions before either of you ended up doing anything
You’re certain? With him? What had he done to elicit this response? It’s not just an odd attraction to omnics in general? This really isn’t some twisted joke? What makes you believe he’d be a sufficient partner? You understand he can’t actually make anything of this, and that this would merely be for the sake of pleasure? What do you imagine him doing? You’re not afraid? What if he hurt you? Wait— you want him to do what to you—?!
He indulges your urges for the sake of his curiosity, and entertainment. While he would have a complete understanding of how the act of procreation works, he’d still have no clue what he’s doing. But to hell if he would admit that— he’s a very fast learner, after all
Zero performance anxiety despite his level of expertise. You hungered for him once, before ever knowing what he was capable of, and he had confidence that he could make sure you’d feel just as starved for him once again
He would find having control of your body’s reactions the most exciting part of this. He likes roaming his hands around you, feeling you up and watching you lean into his touch and make noises that encourage him to continue
He makes noises reminiscent to a purr when he’s satisfied with something.
But it’s also conflicting, learning to be gentle in this kind of setting. Everything else he’s ever done came with a roughness he was used to, always needing to exert some amount of strength. He fought humans, he’d never had to please one
So sex is rather more a form of play for him, and you his toy. He is more than capable of experiencing pleasure, and he doesn’t dislike it— but he prefers to see how quickly he can get you to come undone
Or, test how long you can last.
He’ll try to kiss you. A gentle pulse from his faceplate into your cheek or neck, that somewhat tickles and surprises you. And he’d do it again to hear your laugh while he curls his fingers in you
And he enjoys partaking in your kinks, if you have the confidence to share them. He wouldn’t be so against giving some things a try, and would find some that truly do enhance the experience for him as well
Anything that’s done to him would have to be earned with trust, however. Especially something like wireplay— delicate parts of himself that could cause uncomfortable damage if handled carelessly. You’d have to build up a lot of faith in order to get the sweet reward of his startled whimpers whenever you tug on such an intricate system
His orgasm is a slow system override that causes his entire body to go tense. Everything in him strains at once, overheating, and a low growl emits from his vocalizer for the few seconds it takes his form to practically attack itself with a harsh reset. He tends to grab tight to something as it happens, to the point of shaking as he fights against powering off, fans as loud as ever. And then he’ll relax, a huge sigh will leave him, and the small vents in his back will release hot air that got trapped in his chassis.
But now and again he may end up too overwhelmed that he is unable to remain conscious, and he will black out for a moment before restarting. He was just not built to endure these kinds of sensations, but that didn’t make the experience any less fun for him
Overall he does this mostly for you, more than he would for himself. He has pride that you would want for him in this way, and he has little reason to refuse it
He’s not the best with implications, so you’d have to be pretty straightforward when you ask
And you’d be shocked, every time, to hear him calmly accept the invitation as if you’d merely asked him out for lunch.
Before you, he hadn’t met anyone who wanted to try such an activity with him before. He was very curious how this would go— then you’d find yourself bashful when he asks when and where like you were organizing a meeting: “Do you have a preferred time or place?”
Then when you both would meet, he would ask patiently, “Where do we begin?”
When he removes his clothes, he folds them neatly to the side— though with an efficient quickness that is typically unlike him
If you have him undress you, he does so in the same way he would for himself. Any buttons are carefully undone, zippers are slowly dealt with, and he’d ask so kindly for you to raise your arms when he lifts your top up over your head
Absolutely a service top. He has a preference to be told what you want and are feeling up to, and he will carry out these commands thoroughly
A hand will occasionally stray to where he wants it, though, if one of them isn’t too busy. This could either be him touching you or himself, depending on how far along you both are
He likes when you sit on top of him, so he can see everything that’s going on. His astral hands sometimes ghost around your form to enhance what ministrations he’s doing, or better keep you in place
But if you’re feeling a preference to top, he’s nothing short of eager to let you take full control of everything. He has complete trust in you that you wouldn’t do anything to harm him while vulnerable like this
He’s very verbal. He explained once, something about vocal release allowing for focus on another sense, or whatever. But regardless, he made some heavenly sounds when you would touch him
You knew how collected Zenyatta always was, so it was ethereal when you’d make him break character for a moment— whether that be something as little as hearing him cuss, or as great as making him lose his patience
And the latter was rare. There is a lot the monk can endure, seemingly without a breaking point. So in the event that he has been ‘fed up’, truly he just understood you wanted to get a rise out of him. So he would oblige, and turn things around for your amusement. Though he absolutely could have gone longer, he would not wish to bore you
He never marked you, he was always careful. Even if you asked him to be more rough, he wasn’t very interested in causing pain— but he would try, if it’s what you truly wanted.
He likes being surprised. Catching him off guard always gets a good noise out of him
But he also likes to take things slowly, as well. Truly relish in all the feelings and converse about what’s on your mind while he takes you— or while you coax him in
The first time he had orgasmed actually startled you— a brief flash of light emitted from his body that quickly vanished when he crossed his arms over his chest, arching into a loud moan, like he was trying to keep something in. It was quick, and he’d collapse again with heavy breaths, apologizing quickly for having scared you
And this happens just about every time. If you told him not to hold back, he would refuse— his astral form would only mitigate the build-up and he would be left without release
But he also really enjoys aftercare; putting you both back together. He likes rubbing your back after cleaning up the mess, and remains sat beside you until you’re ready to get up again— or sleep.
He loves basking in the afterglow with you, and sometimes he’ll also fall asleep. Even more rarely, he’ll fall asleep before you— but then you’d end up waking to having a meal in bed that he would have prepared just for you
He has scarcely had (if any at all) intimate moments with anyone ever since he was made anew. It’s just hard for him
As much as he’s come to terms with his body, there’s still some essence of repulsion that remains— it’s unnatural, this combination of metal and flesh. He finds it difficult to really be engaged with that kind of stuff anymore
He also just assumed no one would be interested, so he never initiated. You would kinda have to bring it up first, and probably even convince him that you’re serious
Genji would be very eager despite the distaste has for his body, though try to hide how ecstatic he is about someone wanting him the way he is anyways. Just another little nudge forward that made him feel better about himself
Even if it might have been awhile, he never lost his touch. You would find his hands as skillful with your body as he was with a blade, years of training guiding the ministrations that would make your legs tremble
He knows just where all the right spots are, and he’ll prod at them with vigor. He’ll have you come undone before he gets even gets a chance to please himself as well
He’ll keep his helmet on unless you ask to see him, and he’ll make you promise to have him put it back on if you feel at all put off by his appearance
But if you take his visor and put it on yourself, he would find it very difficult not to suddenly ravish you and cum as soon as possible
He would eat at your neck like a starved animal, biting a little too hard— but not long enough to earn a complaint. He’d suck and kiss at your skin fervently, leaving loving bruises in his wake to make sure you wouldn’t forget where he’s been
And god does he make a lot of noises. He’s very whiney, if it had to be described; drags of his breath eliciting quiet pulls of his voice in very whimper-like sounds. He could not keep quiet
Even when he ate you out, he was practically murmuring his gratitude around a mouthful of your sex as if this were the last thing he’d ever eat
He would be very passionate to give you as good of a time as he could possibly show, leaving no room for any disappointment. Faster? You got it. Touch here? Of course. You want to ride him? By all means.
He’s the quick and intense sort, but his libido would come racing back so he could go quite a few rounds. His stamina far outmatched yours
And after you’re done he would kiss your hands and thank you, then offer to run a bath for you. (With hope that you would invite him to join you, so he’d have further opportunity to tend to whatever tensions still lie beneath your skin)
How would Bloodhound, Mirage, Octane, Pathfinder and Revenant (if it isn’t too much) react to their s/o telling them “I love you” first in the relationship?
“My dearest… know that I care deeply for the things we have together. I love you too.”
You’re in it now, 100%
Bloodhound now knows you adore them as much as they adore you, you guys are practically inseparable now.
BH probably already calls you stuff like “my love” or “dearest” so this wasn’t a particularly hard thing to do
Expect them to be sort of clingy for the rest of the day
And for the subsequent week
Mirage
“O-Oh! Oh gosh wow— I— I wasn’t expecting you to— Aw jeez I had this whole thing in my head where I was gonna… y-you know? I had no idea you were just gonna… I— I love you too.”
You have caught him SO OFF GUARD
Mirage despite being a flirt is still a gentleman at heart, and wanted to profess his love for you himself. First.
But NOOOOOO
You just HAD to be so PERFECT and CUTE and LOVABLE and beat him to the confession
You and Mirage then make it a competition to see who says I love you more
It’s very one sided, Mirage satisfied with his victory and you just loving this dork of a man
Octane
“Ah, you’re adorable mi alma. Come here.”
A moment away from the chaos, a moment alone with Octane
Very rarely occurring, but it’s the only time you can get his undivided attention.”
“Hey, I need an extended light mag!”
“Y/N! Wanna watch me make this jump?”
“Here’s to my adoring fans out there!”
You were laying down next to each other, curled in a blanket
Octane pulled you closer, not quite ready to say it back yet. But the way he cradled you closer to his chest said it all.
1000x more affectionate now
And when he eventually does say it back, he 100% means it
Pathfinder
“I love you too!!”
You didn’t. It’s impossible
There’s literally no way you could have beaten Pathy in saying “I love you.” He throws around the phrase too much
But the first time you say it back to him
He’s so happy!!!
No one usually says it back!! This is the best day of his life!!
He picks you up, swings you around a bit, and then brings you into a tight embrace.
Don’t crush em pathy!!
Revenant
“…what?”
This is either a death wish or a
Yeah no, just a death wish
But it’s you, and Revenant makes exceptions for you.
He’s used to pathfinder throwing the phrase around, but no one he actually cared for has said he loved him like how you had.
He wouldn’t say it back. He probably wouldn’t say it to your face ever
But in the dead of night, when you’re sound asleep and Revenant is beside you
He’ll brush a hair out of your face and tell you just how much he loves you
Itadori Yuuji:Knees falling to the ground, looking at you in disbelief as his heart soars and his mind fogs in confusion. He falls apart but tries to pull himself together at the same time. No words can describe how grateful he is. He’s so relieved. If there’s one more person he’ll say goodbye to, he prayed it wouldn’t be you. “I was so scared…please just…. don’t leave me…” And that’s all he says. The boy in love, is so dreadfully tired. If he had to let go the one person he loved after his friends, he wouldn’t even know what to do…He’s exhausted, lost, and yet finds bliss in this moment that he can lay his eyes on the one person who always believed in him. Yuuji sobs on the comfort of your warm lap, feeling your fingers comb through his hair, and shortly falls to slumbering rest, knowing that he’s safe. You’re safe.
Kugisaki Nobara:She masks her sadness with frustration and anger, but she can’t hide her glossy eyes that spent so much time crying at the thought of your life shortened. Or at least that’s what she had thought. She could barely stand it when Yuuji was presumed to be dead only after to be resurrected. The female sorcerer ‘s body shakes trying to find the words to bring herself to bare witness of the one person she break apart in front of. “I can handle a number of curses head on, I have a curse vessel for a friend, I’ve exorcised so many, and faced so much crazy shit in my life, I’m not even scared of dying at this point. Until you. When it comes to you, I couldn’t handle it. I thought that was the last time I would ever see your face again- I really thought you were gonna be the next person I would have to lose!” She cries. And just as you were going to say something to ground her disarray, she smothers your lips with hers. “Shut up. Just shut up, moron..” Nobara continues to kiss you, like it’s the last time she’ll ever feel you.
Fushiguro Megumi:It’s hauntingly unfamiliar. Seeing pain reflected from his tearing eyes, a sight you’ve never seen before. He cries silently apologizing profusely enough. But he says in a way that he’s promising. Because in actuality he’s so happy. Overwhelmingly happy that one of the people he wants to protect so badly hadn’t fallen peril because of him and his weaknesses, his mistakes, or so he blames. Even if you knew it wasn’t his fault, he’s given himself no other choice. You brought him back to life. “No… no. You’ll always come first.” He’ll coddle you and hold you long enough after he finds you both a safer scene. It’ll be the last time he ever lets his guard down. Instead, he touches your hand and fingers like fragile china then firmly intertwines with his warm one, pulling you as close as he can to his side. Hand in hand, he finds a way out of the shadows, with his unshakable significant person.
Gojo Satoru:It’s scary because he doesn’t say anything. But you know that look in his eyes. It’s pain. Pain, sorrow, and fear. But even more so, the unbelievable miracle standing right in front of his eyes. The doubt and fear wash away the second he pulls you into an embrace. His buried face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, you can feel his body shaking from the core. I’ll never let you go, you’ll never slip away ever again. But maybe he won’t say it out loud, words don’t mean anything. He’ll just do it. No one will ever take you away from him ever again. Even if fate engraved it in stone, he’ll fight and cheat death every chance he gets. You’re the one who’s been saving him and the last pieces of his sanity. For you, he’d always been the weakest.
Nanami Kento:Angelic in front of him, Kento wonders if you’re actually real. His body is in so much shock he doesn’t know whether to shout and scream or break down from the trauma. Is this a dream or is he going to wake up from a nightmare where you’re not actually amongst the living? “I thought- I thought you were gone.” He struggles with his breathing. He fights every word out. “In this line of work, precious lives are at stake. But. I know that if anything were to happen to you, I’ll lose myself more… and more… So I can’t. You’re the only thing that keeps me here. I want you here and now, and in my future. Forever.. so please..” The sorcerer falls on top of you, and silent pleas and quietly tears at the thought of his beloved even getting hurt. Kissing your forehead to ensure you’re real and alive. Kento holds you like your his last breath. He holds onto dear life.
Tsuna, holding all his notes before he throws them into the seemingly everlasting flame of freedom: It’s over, we’re free Yamamoto. God is real. God is good. This experience made me religious. God bless.
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