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Like!!! I can just imagine you and Follo acting like two dogs in heat, his cock hard as a rock and leaking like a broken faucet – and you're in no better shape. Your lips are swollen, nipples raw, hole stretched from countless fingers and tongues, sore spots pulsing all over your body from rough hands and sharp teeth.

You can't recall how many times you've cum, nor how many times Follo has practically sobbed at Gris to just let him fuck you already. Each time he slots his cock up against your entrance, face flushed and eyes glossy, Gris wraps his hand around his length and prevents him from pushing in any further than the tip.

Gris always pushes him off with a mean grin, squishes his cheeks together and kisses him hard before directing him to do the same to you, but this time he sinks in himself, fat and girthy cock stretching you out infinitely better than his fingers ever could.

Follo groans, brows knitted together and eyes locked on the way Gris bottoms out inside you, the rim of your hole gripping him so prettily. He resigns himself to jerking off, slim fingers flying up and down his slick cock, and just when he's about to come Gris stops him yet again.

Before Follo can pull a Jekyll and Hyde and blow a fuse rather than his load, Gris is pulling the smaller man in front of him, his own legs spreading wider to accomodate, and guiding his cock to your stuffed hole. Gris uses his other hand to push his finger in alongside his cock, seemingly making way for Follo, and you gasp and moan and cry as he's guided in.

He does it because it's good to have friends in high places, or rather friends with direct access to you.

He's on a first name basis with your neighbors as well as all the staff in your building. He knows the doorman (a retired, overweight patrolman that he could take care of without breaking a sweat) and his schedule, from his regular hours and all the way down to which urinal he prefers to take a piss in.

He's close with the maintenance man (a real fucking creepshow that he would have tossed in front a trash beast weeks ago if he wasn't a key to him coming and going to your place whenever he pleased without consequence) and sometimes he brings over two six-packs and lets the lush drink his fill until he's slumped in his chair and won't notice his master key missing.

He regularly cat sits for your next door neighbor, Agnes (a sweet old lady who he has zero ill intention towards, but if it came down to the matter of you or her, well. The choice wouldn't be hard.) despite him preferring dogs, but your bedroom wall was adjacent to her kitchen, and he couldn't think of a better past time than leaning against the counter, soda pop in hand, while he listened to you try and get off. You were either painfully unaware of how thin these walls were, or you were being obnoxiously loud in hopes he'd hear you (you had no idea he was in the building, much less next door).

He drinks with your mailman, goes to the club with your boss, sets your friends up with his friends, your lives are completely enmeshed and you have no idea. He knows everything about you, even the stuff you try hard to keep hidden away. He knows who you're on the outs with in your friend group, how your performance was at work every day, what repair request you sent down to maintenance, what you cooked for dinner or if you even cooked at all.

He pulls strings behind the scene, adjusts things to his liking. If he doesn't like a particular friend because they're a bad influence, whether that be keeping you out later than you need to be or trying to set you up on a date, he gets rid of them. Whether that be scaring them off or dumping them in a polluted zone to fend for themselves depends on how much they pissed him off. And he'd replace them - he didn't want you to be lonely and isolated, no. He wanted you to have a rich social life, so he'd send one of the Cleaners. Maybe Semiu or Tommie, maybe even Eishia or Mildretta depending on your personality.

I feel like his body is giving this lowkey, just imagine a bit more pudge in the belly!

He's not an asshole like most alphas. He doesn't throw his weight around and expect omegas to bow down and bare their necks just because he puts a bit of bass in his voice. He likes to think of them as equals, as his counterparts, and the flock of smitten omegas that are always seen lingering around him, just out of direct sight, is proof enough.

Alpha!Gris is firm but kind, but most omegas don't linger long enough to find that out. His aura is.. daunting. It fills the room and makes the hairs on the backs of their neck stand up end, and even makes other alphas stand a bit straighter, look around the room as they search for a threat, size him up and down and try to discern if they could take him or not.

His non-expressive face doesn't help him, nor does the grisly scar on his face, the omegas in HQ theorizing that it had to have been from some violent fight, an altercation that he likely caused - It's better to stay away, right? He's scary! He's never been mean, per say, but he just has this vibe, ya know?

In truth, omegas hold a special place in his heart. They're exactly what he deems to be ideal; they're hard workers, punctual, have an uncanny attention to detail, take instruction well, etc. He prefers to have them around, yet he finds himself stuck with posturing alphas and indifferent betas.

Alpha!Bundus is lax with his title, not really paying any attention to it. He doesn't need an internal ranking to stand taller than the rest, he does it naturally. He's always been the largest in the room, the strongest, and he's never had any problems getting what he wanted with smooth talking and warm smiles. There weren't any that could tell you his scent other than his parents that were long since gone, his pheromones never making an appearance. He hadn't ever needed them to charm the pants off someone, nor to intimidate someone, or something, into submission.

If not for his grossly big stature, most wouldn't know him to be an alpha at all.

He's had his run of the mill when it came to omegas, betas and alphas, and he found that he couldn't pinpoint which one he liked the best. They all had their fun points. It was fun exerting control over a stubborn alpha that swore they'd never bow to him. It was fun to sweeten up betas with soft words and rough touches until they were head over heels even worse than an omega. It was fun to work an omega up with as little as a lukewarm look until they were a puddle of nerves in the middle of the room.

I love ABO!!

Follo is also a virgin, but simply because he wholeheartedly believes in the notion of your first time having to be special. He's a bit of a sap –sue him– and he likes the idea of being intimate for the first time with someone he deeply cares about. But that doesn't mean he doesn't do other things, heh. He's a virgin in the sense that he's never stuck anything or been stuck by anything, but he's without a doubt more experienced than the other two. He's a man afterall, he has needs you see, and while he could always give himself a tug, he's too much of an appreciator of the beautiful, handsome people around him to not let them lend a helping hand instead.

Corvus and Zodyl aren't virgins, but they did lose it later on in life than what's typical for their average male counterpart down on the Ground. Corvus was too enamored with the wonders of the world to focus on the wonders of sex, and Zodyl simply never had an interest in the act until something glittering caught his attention and instilled the vulgar curiosity in him.

Unraveling the secrets of the Ground, Sphere and everything in-between is time consuming enough on its own, and when you add in the governance of The Cleaners it seems impossible, but he manages. He's stretched thin, his mind split between the two, and logically he knows that he has no space or time to fit you in somewhere – and even if he did manage to do so, he knows he wouldn't be capable of giving you all the attention you deserved.

So, he sets his feelings aside and keeps thing professional, even more so than he does with everyone else. He keeps you at a distance that seems almost cruel — he keeps conversations short, steers clear of you when you're off by yourself, averts his gaze when you smile, and absolutely refuses to acknowledge that he's beginning to develop an inkling of affection for you.

It would take months, possibly even years, of chipping away at him bit by bit for Corvus to actually enter into a relationship with you. Even then, he's hesitant on the beginning, constantly giving you outs with a promise of never holding it against you - but once he realizes that you're here to stay and don't plan on going anywhere despite him trying to steer you away, he lets his affection for you be heard loud and clear.

Not too loud, of course. He's not a fan of public displays of intimacy, preferring to express himself openly with only the intended party - you.

Even though he can't be with you as often as he'd like, he finds small ways to connect to you while he's away. He writes you letters, sends you gifts, leaves notes around the spots you frequent in HQ for you to find. On the rare occasion where he has a moment of free time, he spends it with you.

A simple dinner together in the cafeteria. A stroll around HQ. A moment of privacy in the comfort of his office. A trip out to town to see a play, try out a new restaurant, or simply to take in the scenery, as abysmal as it may be.

ZANKA — With the crippling fear of being rejected due to his own insecurities and self-loathing, Zanka represses his feelings for you in a sense of self-preservation.

As indomitable as he is, there are just some things you can't come back from, and being brutally rejected and cast aside by you is one of those things. So, he chokes down almost-confessions and hides sweaty palms in his pockets whenever he finds himself around you, which is often.

He can't help but want to be around you, his mood instantly lifting whenever you walk into the room. It's as if you've got a bag of serotonin stashed somewhere on your person and sprinkle it on unsuspecting parties whenever you walk by.

He tries to act normal around you and not like he's utterly in love with you, and he likes to think that he succeds (he does not. It's painfully obvious to everyone, including you, that Zanka is smitten). He can't so much as brush against you without turning beet red and obnoxiously clearing his throat, nor can he keep his voice from cracking as if he's still that lanky teen from all those years ago when his nerves get the best of him due to your attention.

Zanka will willingly keep himself imprisoned in the friend-zone unless you give him very, very clear signals that you're into him. And of course he will ignore those because somehow telling him to his face that you find him incredibly attractive, charming and sweet isn't enough for him to get a hint – you'll have to be a bit more hands-on and direct with him, but you do, he'll be singing you praises for as long as you'll let him.

All the compliments, declarations and praises that he had held will pour out constantly, never-ending. And once he gets comfortable initiating touch with you, don't expect for his hands to ever leave you – whether that's his pinky intertwined with yours, his finger crooked into your belt loop, his hand resting on your lower back, or even just his leg pressed against yours as he sits beside you. He'll be touching you someway, somehow, and if he can't due to one of you being off on a mission, you csn expect to hear his voice chiming through on your choker to check in on you and make sure you're alright.

DELMON — Delmon keeps his feelings about you under lock & key due to a sense of shame. He had vowed to never love anyone else after the death of his wife — she had been his first love, and he had wholeheartedly believed that she would be his last, but then you had come and taken root in his wasteland of a heart.

Unlike Corvus, he doesn't try to avoid you or be overly professional. He speaks to you how he speaks with everyone else – loudly. His decibels know no limits, and while most choose to steer clear with a grimace in his direction, you keep walking up to him and looking not the least bit worried about potentially rupturing an eardrum.

You could say that he uses his volume as a deterrent and he wouldn't deny it, and it usually works as intended, but you must be a special case.

His affections for you build slowly, naturally, constantly being beaten down and denied by the man himself, and whenever he tries to nip it in the bud you do something to render the attempt useless.