melly

when you lay your head on his lap, he slumps a tad. just seeing you cuddle up and get cozy makes him tired. it doesn't matter if he was previously amped up or if he had already slept. he will find time to spare. "Taking a nap?" "Mhm.."

but with no one to wake you up, you're both screwed more than half the time. you sleep far longer than you mean to and miss any previous plans.

follo always promises that he'll stay up to make sure you wake up, but it almost never happens. you have to plan your naps in a six-hour window, lest you blow someone off again.

it's become something of a joke in HQ. if anyone sees the two of you sleeping, they'll try to balance as many hats as possible on your lovers' head as possible.

the record is 25, achieved by tomme.

you've even woken up a few times to question the crowd forming. each of them taking turns dropping a hat onto his head like jenga. "What are you guys doing...?" "......" "......" ".......Playing a game." Came a sheepish voice you recognized as Rudo. "Let me in on this."

When he wakes up to you joining in on the fun, his face is a mix of amused betrayal. At least you were having fun.

zanka would prefer to just have you sleep in his room with him, but if you want to lay on his lap, he's not going to argue.

if you ask to be woken up at 7:06:03, you are being woken up at 7:06:03. he is staring at the clock, tuning out everything that rudo is talking about. "I told that turd-- Are you even listening to me?!" "Hold that thought." Zanka shushed him, peering down at you, "[Name]. He whispered, shaking your shoulder gently. he tucked a strand of ash hair behind his ear, watching you stir. "Huh...?" You mumbled, blinking away the sleep, "What time is it?" "7:06. You asked me to wake ya up two hours ago." He helped you sit up, warm lithe hand on your back. "Oh, that's right." You smiled blearily at him, "Thank you, Zanka." The way his cheeks quickly turned pink made Rudo snort. The man in question scoffed, crossing his arms, "It's whatever. It's not hard to just pay attention. It's nothin'."

later that night, he is definitely going to be asking to wake you up every morning.

the way you smile at him and thank him in your sleepy voice has his head running in circles.

expect a question about when to wake you up, as if it's already decided.

the best. hands down. it's not even a contest when gris is around.

truly the perfect man.

he will wake you up on time, rub your back, even hum if you so request.

plus his thighs are really comfortable 🤤

the only issue doesn't lie with him. it lies with his habit of collecting loud troublemakers like a magnet.

even if you try to sleep, tomme will be on one side trying to chat with him about her notes, follo will be not too far behind, complaining about sore muscles. is that a cat too..?

he's perfect. his company is less ideal.

but the minute you can occupy his time, monopolize it.

bat your eyes at him sweetly and ask if he can try to avoid disturbances while you rest and he's on it like a man on a mission.

he's also as still as a statue. like; we're talking completely unmoving. he might reach for something, but he'll immediately regret it if you stir. "Gris, can you grab me that magazine?" Tomme pointed across the coffee table. Unthinking, Gris nodded and reached for it. "Mmmh." You groaned, rolling to face his stomach. Instantly, the man freezes half lunged over. The magazine is just a few inches out of reach. Does he risk waking you, or grab the magazine he was asked to? "....I'll just grab it myself, don't worry." Oh thank goodness.

the number one bug in the entire world.

he's on the same level as august. except the only difference is that enjin will be talking to you, not at you.

he's expecting a response. "Hey, babe." He lowered his cards for you to see, "You pick what I do; fold or call?" "Enjin. I've been trying to sleep for an hour now." You retorted through gritted teeth, "I will rip your tongue out if you don't shut up." "Oooh. Feisty. Me likey." He wiggled his eyebrows, which earns him a throw pillow to the face.

he will draw on your face. it's washable, and he knows better than to draw on you if you have makeup on, but if you're barefaced and vulnerable, he's striking.

he won't tell you about it either. he lets you walk around with a penis on your face. for a solid 10 minutes before someone has a good enough soul to point it out.

but for all his fucking around, he knows when you really do need the rest. if you're genuinely tired and will only sleep around him, he'll actually be respectful. he'll even play with your hair as you nap.

if you need white noise, he'll tell you stories of his missions and such. he's not expecting a response, and he'll keep talking until he's 1000% sure you're out.

tamsy is like enjin where he bugs you when you sleep, but for a different reason.

we all know he's the type to test your limits (but not in an annoying way like SOMEONE) (enjin).

the second you're knocked out, he's got his hands on your cheeks and pinching gently. doesn't matter if he's in the middle of playing a game of chess or blackjack, he's bothering you as much as he can without waking you up.

his favourite thing to do is plug your nose for a second or two to watch you squirm.

he'd never actually do anything to hurt you, though. he knows your limits just as much as you do. he's aware of what would push you over the edge, and what he can get away with.

sometimes, he'll tickle your neck with his fingertips to see you smile.

he's another one of the types to wake you up on time, especially if you have something to do afterwards. if not, he might just let you sleep if you've been overworking yourself.

somehow, he's always conveniently alone when you need a lap to lay on. maybe he's reading your mind...

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the first time you hug enjin, hes IMMEDIATELY HUGGING YOU BACK

it was a muscle memory. he has three kids, so he is used to the hugs.

hugs from enjin are really tight. they arent as bone crushing good as gris, but hes wrapping his arms around your waist and peppers your face with kisses.

The second Enjin walked into your room, you wrapped your arms around him. You hadn't seen him in three weeks due to a mission, meaning you deeply, dearly missed your boyfriend. He let out a quiet 'oof' and hugged you back. "Wohohoah." He laughed, patting your lower back, "I was only gone for a few weeks. What's with the sudden hug?" He pressed a gentle peck to the crown of your head. "Nothin'..." You mumbled into his thick shirt, "Just missed you, that's all..." Your cheeks were slightly pink now, and you squeezed him tighter. He returned the gesture, using his blunt nails to scratch your back. "Whatever you say, darling."

zanka is the type to completely freeze. he's pretty touchstarved id say, so he's prone to freezing up with sudden contact.

thats not to say he doesn't like it, though. he'd be attached to your hip all day if it wouldn't ruin his Street Cred™.

he 100% hides his face in your neck to make sure you can't see his blush.

"Ghk..!" Zankas' hands freeze behind your shoulders, unable to move for the first few moments. You had never hugged him before. What was he supposed to do?

Then, he squeezes you back with one arm, dirty clothes in the other. He was trying very hard to not to squeeze you too hard (aka, squeeze you at all).

"I missed you so much." You explained, taking in the scent of clean soap and shampoo. He was still dripping water all over your room from his recent trip. You didn't care. Suddenly, your lover dropped his pile of clothes on the floor, wrapping the other arm around you and hiding his nose in your neck. Your hands quickly began to card through his hair. He melted into your touch, pulling your body into his. "Missed you too." He mumbled between sweet kisses to your pulse, "Missed you a whole bunch."

100% lifts you up and spins you around happily

life is good when your s/o hugs you

his hugs will take the breath out of your lungs. he can crack your back, or do that thingie where he squishes your cheeks in his arm.

gris arms........... drools.

"Gris!!" You sprinted out of the Headquarters entrance with your arms open. You were still in your pajamas, but neither of you cared. You had only been told he was coming home early minutes ago. You would've dolled up if you had time. The second he saw you, Gris dropped his bags, bracing to receive you. His face was plastered with a giddy smile, and he laughed as you desperately ran. When you crashed into him, he effortlessly picked you up and twirled you around in circles. He didn't let you go once he slowed, his palms snaking around you to give you a tight hug. "You're excited." He grinned, resting his forehead on yours, "Sorry it took me so long to get back. I love you." Bringing one hand to cradle your neck, your lover pushed a sweet kiss onto your lips, unwilling to let go. It was only when you both began to run out of air that he separated from you. You let out a breathy laugh, fixing his askew hat. "I love you too. Don't ever leave for that long again." "I won't. Promise."

he's like the perfect balance here.

his hugs are featherlight, though. he'd tickle your back by slowly running his fingertips across your skin.

he's just bugging you at one point.

Tamsy couldn't help the smile on his face when you saw him. Your eyes widened, and you dropped your book onto the common room floor. You looked like you saw a ghost, and it wasn't unexpected. He wasn't supposed have been back for another week. "Tamsy!" You shot up from your place on the couch, pushing your way through the other bystanders to wrap your arms around him. He chuckled, patting and stroking your head with one hand while his other hand creeped under your shirt. "I'm back, my love." He whispered into your ear, breath tickling your skin. He brushed your hair out of your face, drinking in your clear features. He pinched your cheek teasingly with the same hand, "Did you miss me?" "Obviously." You nodded, "You've been gone for a month." You hugged him tighter. His hand tickled the hair on your back as you tried to move away from it. He only snickered when you glared up at him. "I missed you."

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You had a problem. Your panties were going missing. You looked everywhere; your room, the laundry room. No dice. You even tried asking around, as mortifying as it was. "Semiu..." You groaned, leaning over the woman's desk lazily, "I have a really weird question." You mumbled out. "I've probably heard weirder." She responded, eyes not leaving her magazine. "Hit me." "...Have you seen my panties." "Your... panties?" She repeated slowly, to which you gave a red-cheeked nod. "They've been going missing. Every time I do laundry, a pair or two disappear. I tried to buy more, but that isn't helping." You sighed with a furrowed brow, "I mean, only a few people can get to my stuff. You and Follo, mostly. I'm just asking if you had seen anything." Semiu flipped a page, "You can't be that oblivious. Go ask Follo." She crossed one leg over the other, waving you off. Reluctantly, you stood up. "He wouldn't do that... right?"

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He would. Follo didn't even notice you open the door. A pair of white panties wrapped around his length as he sat on his bed. His head was tilted back, black locks brushed out of his face. His eyes were closed and mouth slightly ajar. It was no wonder he didn't notice you; he was completely blissed out. "...Having fun...?" You asked, stepping in the room and quickly closing the door behind you. The black-haired man yelped, hand leaving his cock. "Um." He looked like a puppy who had been caught in the treat jar, "Hello, [Name]." He whispered, coming out as a half-whine. He was still hard, completely exposed to you. "Hey." You made your way over to him, still leaving a foot between you, "Need some help?" You offered, hands moving to your waistband. Immediately, Follo nodded. "Yes, please." He breathed out. His fingers clasped over yours, helping you to pull down your pajamas. Once you kicked them off, his eyes fell over your lower body. Even as you climbed onto him, he couldn't rip them off of you. Your clothed pussy hovered over his cock, just barely not touching him. His palms flew to your hips, trying desperately to encourage you to just touch him. "Take that off." You smiled, bringing two fingers to peel your other panties off of him. They were already stained darker with precum, evidence of his arousal. Slowly, you pushed yourself down onto him, only separated by a thin layer of soft fabric. Your hips began to rock, to which his grip tightened on your hips. "Please, fuck." He breathed out, "Please let me put it in." He whined, bucking his hips into you between moans, "I'll never take your stuff again..!" You shook your head, continuing with more fervor. His tip rubbed against your clit so deliciously, it was making you shake, "You have to learn. I would've just given some to you, but you decided to steal them from me." He tried to control your pace, pushing you onto him even more. His head rested between your neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to your skin. " 'm sorry, pretty." He babbled, "I'll never do it again, please. Cum with me, pretty please." His words lit a fire in your stomach, and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching. By his fucked-out attitude, you could tell Follo was right behind. You continued your pace, the sounds of your moans getting louder. "Shit, Follo." Your fingers found purchase in his hair, clasping it tightly, "I'm going to cum!" Only a few moments later, you saw white. Your hips slammed on his, a scream making it past your lips. Your fervor caused him to follow suit. Hot, white liquid soaked your panties in what felt like gallons. As you both came down from your high, he fell back onto his plush bed, pulling you with him to lay on his chest. Almost immediately, you closed your eyes, feeling the satisfying burn in your thighs. "...How many of my panties do you have?" You reluctantly asked. "...Let's not talk about that..."

Tamsy wouldn't be complacent enough to accidentally let you catch him. Emphasis on accidentally. When he intentionally left his door unlocked, it was with the purpose of letting you catch him. No one else wouldn't knock. Except for you. "Tamsy!" You exclaimed, wandering into his room and closing his door with your foot, "I found this awesome new burger joint, I was thinking we could–" You froze the second you realized what was going on. "Oh." He breathed out, sweet smile on his face. He was leaning against his desk, Tokushin laying on the wood. "Fancy seeing you here." One pale hand was on his cock, still moving ever-so-slightly. Your face heated up instantly, eyes wide. "Am I interrupting something?" You asked, then mentally reprimanded yourself. Of course you were interrupting something. He had his pants pooled at his legs, and dick in hand! "Not at all." He let out a breathy chuckle, "I wouldn't mind some assistance, if you don't mind." His smile turned lustful. You swallowed once, and almost instantly you unclothed. Your shirt fell onto his bed, and your shorts fell to where you stood. Quickly, you closed the distance, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was hot and messy. Your hands roamed his body, quickly finding their way underneath his t-shirt. You felt your core pulse as the blond pulled away. He turned you over, bending you over his desk. He pulled your panties to the side, admiring just how wet you had already became. He swiped a cold thumb over your entrance, causing you to yelp in surprise. "Tamsy..." You trailed off, "Just put it in already!" You shook your hips in anticipation, trying to feel just a bit more friction. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "Is that how you ask? You can do better than that, love." "Can you please put it in?" You begged, your voice coming out as a saccharine whimper, "Please?" With a smirk, your lover carefully aligned himself with your pussy. In one, slow thrust, he was surrounded by your velvety walls. The feeling was so intense that you clutched the other end of his desk, knuckles quickly turning white. You'd have hurt yourself if he had let you continue. Pushing down his pleasure, Tamsy reached out for his distaff, pulling navy thread from its' center. He wrapped it around your wrists, pulling them both back from where they grasped at the wood. It was just tight enough to remind you of who you were with. When he began moving, you couldn't help the way your back arched off of the desk. He knew you almost too well; every nook and cranny that would make you scream. "You're so sweet." He whispered into your ear, "Thank you, [Name]." "Tamsy!" You moaned out, feeling his thrusts push you further and further into the wood of the desk. It dug into your thighs, but you didn't care. Not when the pleasure was this good. The man in question continued his ministrations over and over, bending to slot into the negative space between the two of you. Setting down his instrument, his middle and ring finger moved to your clit, swiping the bud with practiced precision. His other hand pulled your arms just a bit further back, causing your back to arch even more. You couldn't even warn him before you came. Your legs tensed, pussy spasming around him. Your hands gripped the thick thread as you screamed a mantra of his name. Your lover came almost immediately after you, his hips stuttering into yours with quiet gasps and sighs. As he rode his high, his hands on the thread grew tighter, but not rougher. The feeling of being filled up made you shiver in pleasure, aftershocks pulling you into him. You stayed like that for a few more moments before he pulled out. His eyes wandered to your exposed skin, and how his cum dripped out of you. With two fingers, he pushed it back inside you, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. "You thought we were done? We're just getting started, dear."

You didn't even really catch Jabber. Not when he called you over and explicitly asked for your help. You turned a corner of the abandoned ruins, not surprised by what you saw. Your boyfriend had pulled his cock out, from just above his pants, stroking it to the sight of you. "Took you long enough." He snorted, "I thought I'd have to – ah – do this alone." You rolled your eyes, "I should let you. You couldn't even wait until we got back home." But for all of your talk, you still stepped forward, bending down onto your knees. You didn't touch him yet. "How could I?" He breathed out, "You looked so sexy beating the shit out of those guys. Wish you would try that on me." Still stroking his length, Jabber rested one hand on your head, "Using your instrument on me, going all out..." He was quickly lost in his own imagination, metaphorical drool dripping from his mouth. You sighed, easily taking over his movements with both of your own hands. Your lips fell onto his leaking tip, causing the hand gripping your hair to tighten. Slowly, you began to take him fully into your mouth. Lustful eyes looked up at him, and he couldn't help the way he thrusted into your mouth. He was never the type to hold back, after all. "You like it just as much as I do, don't you?" He questioned, "The way I fill your throat. Yeah, you do." He laughed, "Stay just like that." He picked up speed quickly, hips bucking into your mouth. The familiar, salty taste of his precum graced your tongue, and you took that chance to take him even deeper. The way his tip pressed against the back of your mouth felt satisfying; and his reaction even more so. "Holy shit, babe." He let out an astonished laugh, "You've been holdin' out on me. Didn't know you had it in you. Fuck, I'm gonna cum real soon if you keep doing that." You let out a short chuckle, the vibrations sending a bolt through Jabbers' spine, almost causing him to fold over. He let out a strangled moan, a signal that he was very close to his climax. "I'm gonna cum, shit." He murmured, wide smile still plastered on his face, "Fuckfuckfuck!" He recklessly thrusted into your warmth. Then, pop! Just before he could release, you let him out of your mouth. Your lover let out a strangled, confused moan. "What the fuck?" He questioned, cheeks clearly flushed red. He was half-enjoying it, and half-pissed, "Why'd you stop?" You wiped the mix of saliva and pre from your lips with your tongue, moving to stand. "I think I heard someone calling for us." You turned to begin walking away, "If you can keep it in your pants until we get back, We can do whatever you want." That made him perk up real quick as he stuffed his still-hard cock back into his waistband, "Yes, ma'am!"

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The whole debacle began one day as Leona was walking you to your class. It was your routine; he walks with you, and you give him a kiss in return. A fair exchange, if you ask him. But this time was different. As you turned away from the peck, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve. You didn't even wait for him to walk away before doing it. It instantly soured his mood.

Leona grabbed your sleeve, tugging you gently back towards him. His free hand landed on your waist as he pulled you in, "Hey." He muttered out, brows furrowed in clear annoyance. The beastman bent down, pressing a deeper kiss to your lips. "Don't wipe this one off, Idiot." It was pretty surprising, coming from a man who really couldn't care less about PDA. Sure, showing you off was fun, but he had seen other couples quickly turn tacky due to their cheesy lack of care for their environment.

"Why not?" You teased, eyes crinkling with a smug smirk, "It's just a kiss." You stated simply, patting his chest with your hand. You knew what you were doing, and he knew that. You just wanted to mess with him.

"'Cause." He retorted, clearly aware of your antics. He let go of your sleeve to cup the back of your neck, "I'm your boyfriend. You shouldn't have to wipe off my kisses." "Okay, okay." You relented, "It was a prank, but if it bugs you then I'll stop." You finally separated from him, turning your back to return to class, "See you after?" "Yeah."

i think we're gonna see a trend here.

vil is also not having it.

but unlike leona, he's not gonna confront you about it. he knows your shenanigans and can be equally as petty

You and Vil had been at a standstill for almost a week. It had started when you had wiped his kiss off. He gave you no response. You did it again. Still, no response. It had gotten to the point where he had decided that if you would wipe them off, he just wouldn't bother. What you had meant to be a silly prank had turned into quite a big problem for you. "Vil..." You pleaded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. He was seated in the Pomfiore lounge, reading an article on his phone, "Come on.... just one...?" The blond shook his head, "No. I refuse to entertain such games with you." He crossed one leg over the other, tone dangerously neutral. It was amusing the first time you did it, and now your prank was just plain annoying. "You have to admit, it was a little funny." You whispered, "I laughed pretty hard." You leaned further forward, face nestled in the crook of his neck. "Well, I did not." He argued, "There are other ways to get a rise out of me without disregarding my love for you." He reached up with one hand to pat your head, "Try again tomorrow. I might be feeling more generous." "Aw, man....."

d1 drama queen (king?)

he is not having it INSTANTLY.

like you don't even get to reach up to wipe it off.

The second your hand reaches to touch your lips, you feel a grip on your shoulder. "Don't do that." Malleus pouted. Call it whatever you'd like, but he had a bad feeling about what you'd try to do next. "But I'm not doing anything." You batted your eyes innocently, "I'm just scratching an itch." "You weren't trying to wipe off my kiss?" He interrogated. Malleus knew you all too well. You had a habit of trying to sow chaos in times like this. No matter how much he tried to prevent it, you'd find a way. "Nu-uh." You shook your head, "I'd never do such a thing." "Then what were you doing?" "..." "Well?" Arms crossed, Malleus glared at you with disapproval, "Answer me." "wiping off your kiss..." "Come here, then." He stepped forward, quickly getting into your personal space, "I'll give you enough to wipe off, and then some." You dug your own grave.

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