#august x reader

Well actually, you tried to hold onto his wrist to stop him but he was physically stronger anyways so it didn't help much.

"Agh, you bitch!" you cursed as you began to cry, the laughter coming to no stop.

"What did you just call me?" he feigned hurt and gasped at your curse, now stopping with the tickling for once.

Of course — being the annoying prankster you are, you used this to advantage to attack him back. Quickly sitting up from the bed, to grasp his face and then leaning in.

"Eh—?" his confusion was cut short by your kisses.

Your lips met his whole face, lipstick smudging on his skin — messy kisses everywhere with the paint lingering. And with no further hesitation, you firmly held onto his cheeks.

That's right. The last kiss landed on his lips, short and sweet.

"Sorry not sorry, you asshole!" you crawled out of his bed as he was about to grasp you.

Yet he failed miserably and you immediately escaped  the room with no hesitation.

"Love— No, wait!" he exclaimed, tripping out of his bed even to trail after you. "I want more!"

In fact he did not care the lip stains on his whole face.

RUDO SUREBREC , actually he was too tired to listen to you !!

　ANOTHER day in the headquarters results in another day of full boredom. That is, because everyone was occupied with missions while Rudo had training the whole time.

But worry not! You are here to keep him company and to help him too. And being with you makes him very happy — there was no second of boredom

whenever you are around.

Now you are taking a break though. Even though you decided quits for today, he still wants to continue and also doesn't shut up about having energy to continue.

"Are we going to continue now?" he asked you.

He laid flat on his back and stared at the ceiling while you sat up from you lying position.

"Unfortunately, I already called quits." you blinked at his persistence and deadpanned, sweat dripping from your chin.

"Really? When?" he shut his eyes for a moment, "when did you say that?"

"Deadass." you huffed out, "you are so tired that you aren't even listening."

"Maybe..." he breathed out, chest heaving up and down.

"Nah not maybe, you are tired." you let out a chuckle before running a hand over your head.

"Can we continue now?"

"With what?"

"...Training?"

"Just shut up." you groaned and covered your sweaty face.

"Okay..."

For a while, silence settled between the two of you. A nice and quiet moment, what you desperately needed. But Rudo had other plans, now parting his lips again to ask the same.

"Are you ready now?"

"You know what I'm ready for?" you dragged out a chuckle as you lifted yourself up.

"Huh? What?" you helped him stand up.

"For this..."

Your hand found its place behind his neck and your other against his cheek as you pulled him towards you, placing multiple kisses all over his face.

And this definitely stunned the heck out of him, twitching in his position. He forced himself to shut up again and pressed his lips together.

His whole exploded in one simple colour, similar to his eyes.

"Pfft— Look at you!" you giggled as you finally kissed him on the lips.

With that — you ran away, several laughter escaping your mouth as you ran away from the crime scene. Rudo was stiff, to say at least. Dreams forming in his mind.

Bedazzled by you.

ZANKA NIJIKU , his whole attention focused on his jinki rather than you so you hid it !!

　"DID ya perhaps see my Assistaff, [name]?"

As soon as he entered your comfort place, you flinched in momentary surprise. His last words echoed shortly after in your mind before you whipped your head towards his direction.

"Oof..." you let out

Because well — you didn't expecting him to be so quick to give you a brief visit after noticing his Jinki was missing. The Jinki, that currently was in your hold right now.

His eyes narrowed slightly before raising a brow and asking, "where did ya plan to hide it?"

"Uh... Nowhere..! I was cleaning it a bit." you gave him a nervous grin.

With that, you quickly stood up and ran towards him — shocking him a bit. Were you about to attack him? Did you have something up your sleeve? Are you going to push him aside to escape?

"Hey..! This won't work, ya know—!"

But the doubt didn't last for long until you peppered his face with several kisses — everywhere. Forehead, nose, cheeks, eyes. And then you paused for a split second.

Just to smash your lips against his, creating a sweet and brief kiss.

Every thought vanished into thin air as he blinked rapidly, feeling your hand press against his chest to gently push him aside and escape from his wrath. Or well, his love now.

"...W-Wait..!" he stuttered out, stumbling over his own words as his cheeks were painted in a rosy red.

"Sorry!" you exclaimed, still running down the hallway with his stick.

"N-No need to be sorry!" his hand reached out for your figure in hopelessness.

Scratch that — his whole face was red as a tomato. Not only his cheeks. The crush slowly creeping up his neck and ears, steam rushing out of his head even.

Did you just... kiss him and proceeded to run away?

FOLLO TUNITO , oh god he looked so happy rambling you just did it !!

　"—THAT thing was probably the strongest I have ever encountered so far."

Follo heaved out a sigh, bringing his cup to his lips to take a sip of his refreshing tea you made him. "But luckily, Rudo was there to land the final blow."

His lips curled into the sweetest smile, probably the sweetest you have ever seen in your entire life — the whole seventeen years of living. Yes, you are sure of that.

"Mmh yeah?" you hummed, leaning your cheek against your palm.

"Oh sorry, did I bore you?" his expression converted into a worried one and apologised, "I didn't mean to. You are tired, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not tired nor am I bored." you admitted honestly with a blank expression.

"Really?" he sweat dropped, not quite sure to put believe in your words.

"Yeah..." you trailed off slowly, "I love listening to you. I love that you always care."

Eyes flickering around his whole until they landed on his lips. It didn't take long as a mischievous grin adorned your face, getting your head off your hand.

"W-Where is that coming from?" he stuttered, cheeks heating up.

"I love you so much." the grin turned into a smile.

You rose from the seat and leaned over, back bending to reach his face — grasping his head to surprise him with multiple kisses.

"[name]..!" he breathed out in embarrassment, holding onto your wrists.

The last kiss reached his lips before you quickly turned your back to him and hurried away, all of a sudden. Leaving him alone.

Confused, bedazzled, cold. And a bit sad.

But never mind, he had to register what just happened right now.

"Wait, I need an explanation!" he immediately stood up and chased you.

Simple as that is — there was no explanation.

FU OROSTER , when jabber suggested the prank you were totally invested !!

　"PFFT yeah you should totally do that!"

Jabber giggled beside you, his nail trailing down your skin — which made you flinch in return, face converting into a disgusted one while brushing off the imaginary dirt off your arm.

"Eugh... Never touch me with that crusty, nasty nail again." you warned and narrowed your eyes.

Another giggle erupted his mouth as he folded his hands, placing his chin over them to smile innocently at you and batting his lashes. A shudder ran down your spine at that.

"Get out of my face." your lips formed a straight line.

"No way! You gotta smooch his face first. Ain't no way I'm missing all that." he titled his head.

"Poor him." Momoa murmured under her breath, dragging her gaze across the magazine you brought for her.

For once she felt like hanging out with you not Jabber yet that sweet beautiful time got interrupted as the brown haired male suggested to prank Fu and well. You didn't say no.

And she figured, you were probably invested about the idea.

The chances are high you are doing that.

"What? Poor me!" Jabber emphasised the last word, gaze landing on the mentioned boy.

"Shut it." you rolled your eyes and rose from the seat, although your cheeks were cherry red.

"Got yer ass!"

"No, you didn't!" you denied and turned your heel, walking up to your boyfriend.

"[name]..!" as soon as he noticed you heading towards him, he lifted his head to give you a smile.

"Love." you returned his smile, suddenly feeling all giddy before placing your lips against his cheek.

"Eh!?" he froze on spot, head immediately caught by his blood — feeling too shy to move an inch from his position.

The last kiss on his lips lasted a tinge longer than the ones before, now putting some distance between you two again.

And... You ran away.

Leaving him all red and hesitant.

Should he chase you?

Should he call out for you?

What should he do?

"You're supposed to chase her now!" Jabber called out.

"Really!?" he twitched, head snapping to your direction where you disappeared off to.

"Go on!"

"Y-Yessir..!"

But what should he do after catching up to you?!

Kiss you back?

AUGUST STILZA , he caught you so good in his arms and his face was super close !!

　"MY lovely muse! How does it fit!? Is everything fine and alrighty?!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his booming voice as you twirled around in the new set of clothes he was sewing for you — something you did not ask for but you cannot stop him anyway.

Aside from the task that he has to sew other outfits for the cleaners, nothing is able to stop him.

That's just his way of dedicating his love and affection for you.

"It first perfectly! I always like yours taste of style!" your hands run through the soft and comfortable material.

"Really!?"

"Yes, really!" you reciprocated his energy and stretch your arms, opening them wide.

"I won't catch you!" he warned.

Yet you didn't head his warning instead, you let yourself fall from the tiny stage and waited — the moment of air hit your skin before you landed into his arms.

"Joking! Joking!" he laughed out loudly.

"I know." you wrapped your arms around his neck and smothered his face with kisses.

That honestly stunned him. For once, lips sealed shut.

Placing your lips everywhere, messily dragging them over his skin and then reaching his lips. Long, lingering and soft. As soon as you parted your lips again?

You grinned at him widely and freed yourself out of his hug, pushing the door open to run away.

"[name], my love, my darling wife, my muse, my beloved!" he cried out after he pulled himself together. He did not waste time chasing you.

Yes. He would waste his time chasing you rather than sewing new outfits.

RIYO REAPER , she annoyed the heck out of you so you decided to silence her !!

　“LET’S play something! I’m so bored, [name].”

Sometimes… Sometimes you are able to demote Riyo to a simple child whenever she’s around you.

Okay maybe you got to scratch that completely, because she was always like that when she hung out with you.

Like right now, having her arms wrapped around your neck as she leaned her whole weight on top of you while bugging the hell out of you. You were busy with something else though.

For your shared work. Because you got forced to write down the whole report for the mission since Riyo was too lazy.

“Entertain me, yeah? I love you so much. Please.” she whispered against your skin.

A vein popped on your forehead though, your hand that was wrapped around the pen coming to a halt.

“Riyo, as much as I love you… You have to give me a break right now.” you heaved out a sigh.

“No way.” she chuckled and leaned in, head almost falling from your shoulder.

“Oh yeah..?” you grumbled under your breath, “how about you write this report?”

“Uh nah, I’m good.” she declined immediately after.

“That’s what I thought.” your eye twitched.

You furrowed your brows and stood up from the seat, carrying her with you and letting her dangle off your shoulders before turning around to face her.

“Are you mad?” she questioned with another laughter.

Only to get silenced by you taking her head gently into your hold, letting your lips rest against her skin and peppering her face with lots of kisses.

“Eh? Wait let me—!” you rudely interrupted her by pressing your mouth against hers.

And with that? You laughed loudly at her dumbfounded expression before turning your back to her and running away.

“Finish the report for me, love!”

She blinked slowly, green eyes landing on the papers and then following your movements. A smile crossed her face as she took right after you.

“No way, I’m doing this after you kissed me!”

ZODYL TYPHON , he just looked so sweet and cute you couldn’t help it !!

　"OH, can you pass me the salt?"

The scent of your savoury soup reached the air as it left behind a trail of smoke behind, the smell hitting your nose and immediately bewitching you — letting you know you were successful.

"Thank you." you murmured, feeling the cold glass pressed against your palm.

"No problem." he gruffly answered, eyes roaming around your kitchen.

Yes. That's right, he was searching for another insect again. You know it too well.

"You will not eat anything else other than what I'm cooking right now." you warned him, gaze wandering to him to catch him twitching subtly.

"Of course..." he trailed off with the faintest sulk before leaning against the counter.

His attentive eyes followed every movement of yours as you stirred the pot, your lips curling into a sweet smile as you gazed at your perfection.

"Can you place this back?" you questioned and turned to him, passing him the salt from earlier.

"Of course." he answered with the same simple words.

"Zodyl, don't be mad." you sighed out.

"I'm not mad."

"Then you're annoyed. Or maybe even sad."

Sad? What's that?

Feels foreign on his tongue and mind ever since you entered his life.

"Uh... I'm not sad." a frown crossed his expressionless face.

"Are you sure?" you placed the wooden spoon to the side, letting the soup boil a bit more.

"Hundred percent." he nodded slowly, already wary of the smile forming on your face.

"Don't lie, yes?"

"I would never lie."

You chuckled at his words and leaned in, brushing your lips gently across his skin — leaving behind a trail of small kisses before it landed on his lips.

"Oh..." he blinked slowly.

"Take care of the soup!" you ran out of the kitchen with those words.

Zodyl though? Torn between two choices.

Either following your demand or letting it burn to chase you — to give you back the attack of kisses.

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zanka nijiku

zanka falls first and falls HARD. like embarrassingly hard. the man does not stand a chance. 

you get together because you’re nice to him. that’s it. you treat him like he’s competent and capable and not just the butt of the joke, and he’s cooked. 

he rehearses confessions in his head for weeks. when he finally tries, he trips over his words so badly that you think he’s joking. he is, in fact, not. 

once you’re together, he’s so earnest it hurts. remembers everything. checks in constantly. wants to know if you ate, if you slept, if you’re okay. 

he’s anxious in the beginning, always worried he’s not enough for you. one teasing comment too many and he’s spiraling internally until you grab his face and tell him to knock it off. 

zanka is surprisingly brave for you. he still gets scared, but he moves anyway if you’re involved. 

PDA makes him short-circuit. holding hands? fine. arm around his waist? he’s blushing. kiss on the cheek? he’s gone. 

he talks about you like you hung the moon. like loving you is the most obvious thing in the world. 

would absolutely let you hype him up before jobs. you say “you’ve got this,” and suddenly he does. 

august stilza

august is loud. passionate. expressive with his whole chest. when he talks, people listen whether they want to or not. 

you get together through chaos. heated discussions, raised voices, overlapping opinions… until one day you realize none of it feels hostile. it feels alive. 

he absolutely hates being rushed. deadlines make him drag his feet out of pure spite. the more pressure he’s under, the slower he moves. 

but when he’s left alone? when he’s trusted to work in his own rhythm? august produces absurdly high-quality results in no time flat. it’s almost unfair. 

in a relationship, he needs space – but not distance. he wants to know you trust him enough to let him move at his own pace. 

august is intensely affectionate when he’s in the mood. dramatic gestures. animated rants that somehow turn into praise about you halfway through. 

he’s the kind of partner who defends you loudly. publicly. unapologetically. there is no “quiet support” with him. 

arguments are fiery, but honest. voices raised, hands moving, emotions spilling everywhere. but once it’s out, it’s out. no lingering resentment. 

he procrastinates emotional conversations the same way he procrastinates work – until suddenly, at 2 AM, he unloads everything with devastating sincerity. 

jabber wonger

jabber is a menace. point blank. getting into a relationship with him is chaos from the jump. 

it starts as mutual interest mixed with mutual bad decisions. banter that turns sharp. tension that never really leaves the room. 

he flirts like he’s picking a fight. gets way too close. grins like he knows something you don’t. 

jabber is possessive – not in a soft way, but in a feral “that’s mine and ALL mine” way. you shut it down early or it spirals. surprisingly, he listens (because only you tame him). 

once he realizes you won’t be intimidated by him, something shifts. he respects you. that’s rare for him. 

he’s intense with affection. grabbing your hand, pulling you into his space, laughing when you roll your eyes. 

arguments are explosive, but short-lived. passion burns hot, then burns out just as fast. he cools off quicker than people expect. 

jabber would throw hands for you without hesitation. but he’d also sit there quietly if you asked him to. 

being with him feels dangerous, exhilarating, and weirdly loyal. if he’s yours, he’s yours. 

riyo reaper

riyo lives like the world isn’t that serious. even when it absolutely is. 

you get together because you don’t try to change her. you don’t scold her for her bad manners or carefree attitude. instead, you laugh along. 

she’s calm in situations that should terrify people. unbeatable opponents, impossible odds – she just shrugs, grins, and moves forward anyway. 

riyo is unprofessional to the point of absurdity. eats when she shouldn’t, says what she wants, interrupts people without apology. 

she’s also shockingly competent. her laid-back nature isn’t ignorance – it’s confidence. 

in a relationship, she’s playful and teasing. pokes fun at you, steals your stuff, lounges way too close just to see how you react. 

affection is casual, but constant. leaning against you, draping herself over your shoulders, stealing kisses mid-conversation. 

she doesn’t overthink emotions. if she likes you, she likes you. simple. 

when things get serious, though, she locks in. her carefree smile doesn’t disappear – it sharpens. 

arguments are weirdly short. she doesn’t hold grudges. once she says her piece, she moves on. 

rudo surebrec

rudo loves like it’s survival. messy, intense, desperate in a way that makes his chest ache if he thinks about it too long. 

you get together in the middle of shared rage. both of you against the world, against the system, against the way things are stacked unfairly. you don’t soften him – you understand him. 

he’s awkward with affection at first. doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his words. he shows love by fixing things for you, by giving you objects he repaired like they’re offerings. 

rudo gets territorial without realizing it. not in a loud way, more like he instinctively steps closer to you when someone else does. 

arguments hurt him deeply. even small ones. he’s scared of abandonment and doesn’t always know how to say that, so he goes quiet instead. 

when you reassure him, when you stay, he looks at you like you just saved his life. every time. 

he laughs the hardest with you. real, unguarded laughter that surprises even him. 

gris rubion

being with gris feels like standing beside someone who knows exactly who he is. there’s no posturing, no insecurity, just quiet confidence built from discipline and experience. 

you get together through mutual respect first. he notices the way you work, how you handle yourself under pressure, and he doesn’t hesitate to acknowledge it. praise from gris is never casual; when he gives it, it means something. 

he’s an honorable man to his core. he takes pride in doing things right, not fast for the sake of speed, but efficiently and cleanly. when he promises something, he follows through. every time. 

in a relationship, gris is steady. dependable in a way that makes you breathe easier. you never have to wonder where you stand with him. 

he listens, really listens. doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t rush you. even when he disagrees, he hears you out fully before responding. 

gris isn’t afraid to uplift others, especially you. he openly respects your skills and your decisions, never diminishing them to protect his ego. 

affection is subtle, but sincere. a hand on your shoulder when you’re tired. walking on the outside of the street. quietly positioning himself between you and danger. 

arguments are handled maturely. he doesn’t raise his voice or shut down. he wants resolution, not dominance. 

follo tunito

follo’s love is… layered. on the surface, he’s polite, friendly, endlessly considerate. he remembers names, offers help before being asked, smiles easily. 

you get together because you see past that surface. you notice how hard he works, how often he pushes himself to be useful, how rarely he allows himself rest. 

follo has a strong sense of justice – one rooted in empathy. he hates the idea of people being dismissed as unimportant, faceless, disposable. especially those who lived ordinary lives and were never given a chance to matter. 

being with you intensifies that drive. he wants to be someone worthy of standing beside you, someone undeniably useful, undeniably necessary. 

inwardly, he struggles with feeling “less than.” like if he stops moving, stops proving himself, he’ll be left behind. 

he overextends himself constantly. takes on too much. stays standing long after he should sit down. and you’re often the one telling him to stop, to breathe, to rest. 

when you worry about him, it catches him off guard. he’s so used to being the helper that being cared for feels unfamiliar… and overwhelming. 

arguments usually stem from this. you telling him he doesn’t need to destroy himself to have value. him quietly admitting he’s scared of being seen as disposable. 

affection with follo is gentle. careful. like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. once reassured, though, he’s warm, loyal, and deeply devoted. 

tamsy caines

tamsy’s love is restrained, deliberate, and unsettling in how precise it is. 

you get together because you don’t flinch away from him. you notice the patterns, the silence, the careful distance he keeps, and instead of demanding answers, you let him exist as he is. 

he doesn’t offer affection freely. every touch is intentional. every moment chosen. 

tamsy listens more than he speaks. stores information. remembers things you didn’t realize you shared. 

he doesn’t express concern openly, but problems around you start disappearing. obstacles removed quietly, efficiently. 

jealousy is subtle. dangerous. he doesn’t confront rivals – he simply ensures they no longer pose a threat. 

arguments are tense, but controlled. he never explodes; instead, the room feels heavier, quieter. when you call him out, he pauses. considers. adjusts. 

opening up for him is fragmented. half-truths. indirect confessions. you piece together who he is over time. 

when he trusts you, it’s absolute. you become something precious – something he protects with frightening resolve. 

zodyl typhon

zodyl approaches love the way he approaches everything else: strategically, carefully, and with long-term intent. 

you get together because you don’t shrink in his presence. you challenge his ideas, question his logic, and refuse to be sidelined. 

he respects competence above all else, and when he recognizes it in you, his interest becomes unavoidable. 

zodyl isn’t openly affectionate. his love shows in access – bringing you into conversations others aren’t allowed to hear, trusting you with information that matters. 

he values your opinion deeply, even when he doesn’t immediately agree. you make him think. that’s rare. 

affection is controlled, but intense. lingering eye contact. quiet conversations late at night. his attention fully on you when you speak. 

arguments are sharp, intelligent, emotionally charged. neither of you backs down easily, but he never dismisses you. 

once committed, his loyalty is unshakable. if you’re his, you’re protected, respected, and treated as an equal. 

Gris: Hand

Such a gentleman ❤️. I see Gris being someone who would kiss his partner's scars. The most, of course, being your hands. Even if your Jinki—or whatever weapon you use—is not handheld, you still manage to get scraped by debris and shattered trash beast armor. Bandaged by strong hands and soothed by slightly chapped lips and soft goatee; God, I'm melting just thinking about it. When his strong hands just engulf yours in one swallow, capable of warming your fingertips because his internal heat is so much higher than yours. Lying on the hospital bed, you could feel the warmth radiating from his hands or his lips pressed against your palms as if he were praying for your survival. He's such a sweetheart. 

Follo: Nose, Forehead, Mouth

Oh my gosh, him~ 🤧. He makes me giggle and kick my feet. 19 years old and yet the only crush he had was probably that girl from his childhood. While Follo has little romance experience, it's not as bad as Rudo or Zanka. Follo would definitely do Eskimo kisses/nose nuzzles. He'd kiss your nose as an excuse to warm it up, but it just turns into a casual thing, like after you give him a gift or you've finished a chore. He kisses your forehead when you're distressed or you had a nightmare; seeing you in pain only multiplies his ache. But the real passion comes into play when he kisses your lips. He never thought he was a good kisser, but there's some so...good, something warm, something intense of just colliding his lips with yours, sloppily making out not because of lust (well...maybe 😏), but because he just ain't good at it. Mistakes are human, and, me personally, I do NOT care how good you're "supposed" to be at kissing, just as long as you love me dearly.

Tomme: Cheek, Hand

Simple girlie. ✨Highly underrated girlie✨. Tomme doesn't really express physical affection that much; she's probably more of a "words of affirmation" person, but kisses are exchanged commonly. Mainly your cheek when you greet each other, a small peck on your inner cheek, maybe at the junction of your nose. Hand kisses are when you're more intimate, those moments when you're in a daze, lost in your thoughts, but not moving a single muscle because your brain's fogged with random thoughts and fuzz. She kisses your hand because their just involuntarily intertwined with each other, and she, too, is a little tired. 

Amo: Cheek, Mouth

Amo is...quite passionate. We are all equally traumatized by her...past events, so that just the words "love" and "Amo" are hard to formulate a sentence, let alone think about it. When Amo loves, Amo loves dearly; it's a binary response, 1 or 0, on or off, fun or icky. So once all systems vote for yes, Amo is attached to your hip. In an instant, her eyes are on you and nothing else. Amo loves, Amo cares, and Amo wants to show you that. Wet kisses on the cheek are the start of it, not even trying to finagle any hand-holding or simpler physical touch. Even straight-up kissing you on the mouth/making out happens randomly, too. She's touch-starved, alright? Boundaries are still a mystery to Amo. She's still trying to move on from Mister and the tower and everything else that happened. And she's still learning about feelings. I know many people reading this are probably getting a little weirded out about it, but we cannot forget what happened. She grew up too fast, and everything Mister taught her was WAY BEYOND what she needed to learned at her age. 

Tamsy: Jaw, Neck, Mouth

Ah yes, Tamsy Caines. Good God, where do I begin? These three areas are the perfect spot for his lips to attack. Oh, you flinch when he breathes against your neck? Your breath hitches when his fingers trace your face? You think his lips are soft and plush? A little birdie told him you even thought he was a good kisser? Well, now we've got to test that. Now, of course, these kisses must be private, as if he's getting caught doing such scandalous things to you, even if it's just kissing. He would line your jaw with a few soft pecks, suctioning to your skin. He'll flutter down to your neck, sucking your jugular vein. He wants to bite it, rip it off, and watch the sweet blood flow from your soft, cakey skin, drink it like a vampire. Every kiss siphons your conscience; your knees buckle under a new gravity, commanding you to plummet. He kisses your lips ever-so slightly at first, teasing you by cushioning his lips to yours. Once he does initiate it—once you're prime and ready—he kisses slowly and sensually. And you just feel that rush of lust, of frustration, of desire. Everything just boils into a red-hot fervor. Darling, that's not him biting your lips; you're drawing your own blood.

Bro: Hand, Arms

Another gentle giant, besides Delmon. Bro would literally treat you like porcelain. You just can't get enough of holding his hands, they're so warm ☺️. Bro's hands just cradle yours in holy unison, and it is just ✨perfection✨. He kisses your hands to comfort you, letting all of your troubles wash away. He kisses your arms when you're more intimate, you know? When the day is almost over, Dear and Guita are both in bed, and you just have nothing to do but relax in each other's arms. *swoon~* literally paradise~.

Guita: Face

You playfight. Of course, you playfight. The two of you can't go a day without rolling each other over like two kittens. It's a constant game of who's the strongest—who can pin down the other the fastest? And to be honest, you're tied. However, Guita's funny little secret is distracting you with kisses!!! It's your one weakness; everyone has a weakness. So be prepared to be peppered with kisses unless you want to lose!

Corvus: Hand, Shoulders, Forehead

The best forehead kisses! The ones that truly make you feel safe. The ones that make you cling to him like a lifeline. The ones that make you cry because even the childhood home you grew up in with the people you grew up with and took care of you was truly not enough. Corvus would kiss your hand whenever you greet and before you left; literally, you keep making up new excuses to see the boss, and Semiu is like, "you know what? just go inside." Corvus would kiss your shoulders as a reward for a long day's work. I'm telling you right now his kisses are WORTH IT!!!

Semiu: Jaw, Mouth

She's ✨freaky✨. She's gotta be. A little bit. I want y'all to estimate how many porn magazines she has under her desk. (I'm guessing 27) With how much willpower she holds, capable of holding down the law amongst the Cleaners, she's gotta have some dominating traits. She only kisses during sex, and when she kisses, it hurts. Hickeys lines your jawline, your lips swollen and bleeding from her teeth. What she means to or not, it doesn't matter. Holding down the fort, that's her job since the very beginning. 

August: Face, Stomach

Peppers your face like crazy. Nowhere is safe, not even your ears. Even if you say you're not ticklish, somehow this man will make you giggle. His kisses are so random to the point where you can't even guess. You could be standing completely still for hours, modeling a design, and he'll just give the fattest kiss on his cheek. You could be sitting on his lap, lost in thought, and he would peck between your brow. You could be lying in his bed fiddling with your Jinki, and he would just stop whatever he was working on and tickle you with kisses. There's never a rhyme or reason for any of his actions. I bet he also blows raspberries on your stomach to make you laugh, hence why I put that, too. 

Eishia: Nose, Cheek

✨Another underrated girlie✨. She's so shy, but it's all worth it in the end. There's only so much Alice could teach her, and only so much August could help, but Eishia tries to be a little more forward. Small efforts, small victories, and we congratulate her for that. The first time she kissed you was the first time you had to go to the infirmary; Eishia wished you and her could hang out more often, but this is not what she meant. She was so scared, but she locked in; her crush was in pain, and she needed to deliver. But throughout the process, she did peck your cheek when you were unconscious, silently praying for your survival. And she did peck your nose when you awoke. Nevertheless, that was both her best and worst moment of her life. 

Jabber: Anywhere

Every kiss is a fight for territory and dominance. You don't play fight, you wrestle. Literally kicking and screaming, biting and bruising. It's the "you should see the other guy" meme, but you both look absolutely fucked up. Jabber is a menace with absolutely no self-control when it comes to you. What seems like a simple dogpile blooms a wet patch of saliva and blood on your shoulder. A hug from behind results in a string of kisses down your neck and spine. You shouldn't have kept yourself exposed like that, baby. It won't be a surprise if your whole earlobe is gone one day.

Zodyl: Hand, Mouth, Shoulder

What's this? Zodyl has potential husband material? Why must most villains of fiction able to be the most gentlemanly in a relationship? The big bad himself is able to be soft just for you and only you. He kisses your hand whenever you meet, apologizing for the lack of time. If you're mad at him, he'd kiss your shoulder, emphasizing how much he means his apology. If you're still mad, he kisses your lips. Really, he truly is sorry for leaving you alone—no—for having to live in this horrible place. He means when he says you're always on his mind. He's never felt so domestic like this, like your lives aren't in constant toil and pain, like you don't live in a shitty trash heap. Somewhere beyond this plain, like a dream. He doesn't dream, he plans, he envisions, and now he's trying to manifest whatever sanguine lifestyle the two of you scraped together tenfold.

Fu: Anywhere

Wherever you tell him, he'll kiss you there. You gotta tell him your preferences because he's not gonna do shit until you say something. Literally the shyest of the bunch, can't function without a simple command. It's fine, give him (a lot) some time, but you've gotta snap him out of his obedience obsession. Disturb his comfort.

Cthoni: Clavicle, Neck, Back

Wherever she can hide, basically. Cthoni is not really one for physical affection, but since you're together, she might as well try. She can kiss wherever she can reach, meaning it's probably gonna take her Jinki to reach above your chest. Unless you're lying down—or you're somehow shorter than her—then she's got a chance. She mainly kisses your back because she's a master of the behind-the-back hug, but she'll kiss your neck and clavicle whenever she feels like it, mainly during the off-season.

Momoa: Jaw, Cheek

Arkha Corvus

sometimes he lets you have your fun and other times he teases you right back like its nothing

but to you, it's quite literally the furthest thing from nothing

his teasing is so much smoother compared to yours and it always makes your chest flutter

"Well, sweetheart? You said you wanted me, so take me."

he had you sat in his lap where you were basically cock warming him, too embarrassed and too sensitive to move

his eyes are set on you with a watchful gaze, arms crossed over his chest and a smug smile on his face

when you lean forward into him and mumble that you can't because you're too sensitive his hands move to caress your hips before lifting you up then slamming you back down over his length

"Hmm, what a shame. I guess I'll have to take care of you then."

August Stilza

bye August is so easy

you can't tease him and expect him not to be ready to drop his pants at any moment

when he finally gets you under him, you're avoiding eye contact and hesitant to touch him

"Baby, don't leave me hanging! This is all your doing!"

he gives you a few kisses up the side of your face, watching it twist with embarrassment as he ruts his clothed cock against you

your legs try closing around his hips as you attempt to scootch away which causes August to whine, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the side of your neck to keep you still

"Noooo don't run from meee!!"

he is far less focused on "punishing" you for your teasing than he is on getting off 🧍

he's just as sensitive and whiney as you are (if not more) but that doesn't stop him

Bro Santa

lowk Bro gives me brat tamer vibes

he's sweet and service top leaning but only when you deserve it

you're not getting off easy after all the teasing you do 🤷

he gives you a firm slap on your thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to get his message across: stop moving

he works his tongue over your most sensitive parts between your legs, holding them open and pinning them against the bed every time you try to wiggle away

"Be good and quit squirming for me, yeah?"

and just like always he makes you cum hard with nothing but his tongue, licking it all up before looking at you

he reads your expression for any signs of real discomfort before dipping his head back down to repeat the process until you can't cum anymore

Enjin

it's not easy to tease Enjin because he's quick to shoot remarks right back at you

the only difference is he can back it up

"C'mon, wheres that bold persona from earlier?"

he has you face down ass up with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, all while you whine into and claw at his bedsheets

every time you try to pull away/off of him he's pulling you back in by your hips so that his own meet your ass with a loud smack!

he shakes his head with a disappointed sigh when you complain about how you "can't handle it"

"Yeah you can. Just stay still for me, m'kay?"

he switches from his lazy, dragging pace to quick and brutal thrusts that may have well sent you straight through the mattress below you

he smirks down at the sight of you, crying and moaning all because he feels "too good"

don't worry though; once he's done he'll be real nice to you

Follo Tunito

he'd never seen you so shy before

he'd barely even gotten your pants off before you were a flustered mess, unable to keep still beneath him

he was almost convinced that you weren't ready or he'd done something wrong

"Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you want.."

when you explain to him that you want to continue but you're just sensitive he's a bit stunned

he does his best to be gentle with you, taking things slow and kissing away any tears that might slip from you eyes

you guys are pretty much cuddlefucking: maximum skin to skin contact and oh so sweet

his words and the roll of his hips are so gentle that it almost heightens your sensitivity

after you cum the first time he checks in with you, just to make sure it's ok to keep going

Gris Rubion

most times he lets you do/say whatever you want but Gris still has his needs

whenever your words get him particularly riled up he mutters a half-sincere apology before folding you in half

he knows how sensitive you are (hence his apology) but he can't bring himself to worry about that all too much when you've pretty much been sexually torturing him with your words/fleeting touches

the position he has you in makes it physically impossible to squirm or wreathe; he knows you and knew you'd try

he can't even bring himself to feel bad when you tell him how "mean" he's being through tears

"I know, 'm sorry love" (not really)

Jabber Wonger

straight up laughs at you

genuinely will be so mean about it

he leans back with a grin on his face, holding a firm grip on your hips while he bounces you on his lap

absolutely LOVES the way you claw up his wrists and arms while trying to wiggle away but there's no escaping Jabber

"Naaahhh, you're not getting away from meee!! You're the one who said you wanted me under you, remember?"

he even goes as far as to mock you/your moans Jabber you little shit

Jabber turns it into a game of "who's gonna tap out first" (spoiler alert: its usually you)

he keeps fucking you until your bodies are sticky with sweat and cum while you beg for mercy

Tamsy Caines

"What happened to that attitude of yours?"

he's smirking down at you as you try squirming away from him, one hand keeping your wrists pinned down and the other working between your legs

"All that talk and you can barely handle my hand/fingers? How pathetic"

most times he settles for keeping you relatively still by holding you down himself

but other times? here comes Tokushin!

that way you can't try escaping or pushing him away

he takes in the sight of you wrapped up in blue rope, your back arching off of his mattress as your legs shook

he hums in amusement, only pulling away when you really can't take it anymore

and since you did so well he'll give you a break before rewarding you with the real thing <3

Zodyl Typhon

teasing ZODYL? you're playing a dangerous game my friend

he's a pent up, ticking time bomb and when he reaches his limit he's pinning you down and fucking you like a bitch in heat

he rests his entire weight on you with a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

"Act like a brat and you'll get punished like one, my dear."

he doesn't care if it's 'too much'; he's going to make you count how many times you've came and if you lose track you have to start all over again (and he doesn't even have a set number for you to get to...)

by the time he's done with you you're thoroughly fucked out; shaking, crying and leaking cum

It wasn't even your idea, just a passing thought from him to you in the comfort of his workplace. "SO WHAT DO YOU SAY HUH!?" You blinked at him, wait, he's serious? You stare at the beautiful, skin-tight lace in front of you. It was a light pink that was almost completely see-through, with a veil-like curtain that wrapped over the chest area. He hands it to you, waiting for your approval. That's when you grab it and press on the handcrafted lace around the bust edge, "Is this what you were working on for so long? You seriously didn't have to." ... "GO PUT IT ON!" He got up and pushed you out the door and into the bathroom. "AND HURRY."

Once you've put it on, you open the door quietly, peaking to see if anyone is there. When the coast was clear, you went over to his door and quickly went in, shutting the door behind you. That's when you feel a hand on your waist, moving up the sides of the lacing. "AhH! August! I-I didn't see you there!" ... he starts talking to himself, almost in a trance-like state. "The way it sits, the natural lift, hugging the curves..." Once he hits the bottom seam of your bra, he stops. "I KNEW YOU'D LOOK SEXY IN THIS!" The way his delicate hands felt on your skin was a big contrast to the loud and unserious tone in his voice. It has your legs shaking at the oblivious way he was touching you.

What was your plan with this August...

Zanka

You find him sitting out in the courtyard, his legs crossed, and his head lying back against the bench. Probably taking a break from training, that's when you walk over to him and sit next to him. "Hey zanka, watcha doing?" He opens his eyes and tilts his head toward you, his lips part slightly at the sight of your loose white t-shirt. "Just chillin', whatcha doing out here for?" You watch as his eyes wander from your shirt then shoot back to your eyes, sensing you caught him staring. "Just wanna give you company." You scoot closer to him, watching him get more and more nervous as time passes.

"Do you like my new fit?" You lean toward him, your loose shirt falling forward to reveal a baby blue one piece underneath, as a silver necklace connects from your neck and holds your top together with a ring in the middle of your chest. You see his brows furrow as he grabs the front of your shirt and covers your cleavage, pushing you away in the process. "Quit it, we're outside." He would be lying if he said he didn't want to stare a little longer, but it seems you beat him to it. "Let's go inside then." You grin while placing your hand on his, still gripping your shirt, tracing the ring on his middle finger.

It's so hard for him to say no to you, so it's a good thing he never would.

Corvus

You knocked on his office door, a light, quiet one since it was late. "Come in, dear." A light squeak of a doorknob turning before you come in, you were barefoot, and the floor was so cold you held back a shiver. He was facing the window seemingly deep in thought, that's when you come up next to him and put your hand on his chest- "What's the occasion?" You continue to wrap your arms all the way around his neck. "Have I already been caught...?" He smiles and turns toward you, grabbing your chin gently. "You know you can't hide much from me." You smile, then you feel him grab your waist and nudge you in front of him.

He's still making eye contact with you, even when you straddle his hips and run your hand over his jaw. He runs his hand over every row of fabric, as if memorizing it with his fingers. "Did August make this for you?" You whisper close to his ear, "Yeah, I may have commissioned it last week..." You feel his fingers grip your exposed waist, rubbing the gem attached to your waistband.

"well, it looks stunning."

Follo

You find follo playing with guita while sitting by a small coffee table, you thought this would be the perfect opportunity for a little tomfoolery while he's distracted. "Whatcha guys doing?" You watch him look up at you, a slight hue shift in his face seeing you in a really tight turtleneck and baggy shorts. "Oh um... were just playing cards-" "He's losing by the way." She cuts him off with a giggle and puts down another card. "Darn it..." he huffs a sigh and you fall down next to him on the couch, "can I play?" He laughs and puts all his cards on the table, "actually guita was just about to leave on a mission, you can play with me though!" You watch her stand up and hurry out of the room with a rushed goodbye at the sound of bro calling her name.

You smirk at this perfect opportunity, waiting for him to look back at you. "So should I shuffle the deck or y- ah!" He yelped at you grabbing his hand, shuffling closer to him as you put his hand on your chest. "Wanna feel something cool?" He blinks and watches you start to put his hand under the bottom of your shirt. Feeling up the fabric, his mind goes foggy, his face now so red it looks like he might explode. His cold fingers pressing against your warm skin while he grabs your shoulder with his free hand, panting into your ear. "Can you guess the color, Foll?" He looks into your lidded eyes, confused at your trivial question. "U-um... i dunno, red?" "No...guess again." He hesitates as you move his hand to cup your breast. "It's custom, I made it the color of your eyes." He watches you move your shorts down slightly, showing a thin, hazel colored fabric with a little bow in the front.

If your trying to kill this guy, you almost succeeded.

Semiu

You knew she liked this kinda thing after seeing her read those dirty magazines. But of course, this was before you dated. It made you wonder if she still wants to see that kinda stuff... so you decided to go out and get this all-white set. It had little diamonds engraved into the edges and left almost nothing to the imagination. You were almost done putting it on in the comfort of your room when you hear a whistle from behind you, you whip your head around only to see Semiu leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

"Close the damn door." She continues staring before shutting the door behind her and walking over to you and grabbing your hips. "Shouldn't you be working?" She laughs at your question, kissing the curve of your neck. "I had a weird feeling you were up to something, seems i was right." You stare at her through the mirror in front of you, seeing her hands wander to the lace of your underwear grabbing the elastic and stretching it. You're about to smack her hand away when she suddenly lets go with a snap against your skin. "Ow! Do that again, and I'll kick you out!" She laughs and hugs you tighter, "sorry, you just so hot when i mess with you." You glare at her, watching her start fondling your chest like nothing happened.

Seems she does like it...

—

“fuck… you're killin’ meeee…” ENJIN throws his head back, hands just out of reach of his cock, his tip leaking and thighs shaking as his hips buck into your touch. the ropes around enjin’s wrists and abdomen prevent him from touching himself, fingers just mere inches away from his cock, painfully trying in vain to touch what he can't have.

“please baby… please…” he sobs, throwing his head to the side as you wrap your hand back around him, slowly pumping up and down before your thumb rubs across the tip, sending him into a daze. “god, you're such a fucking— ah!” your thumb rubs across a particular piercing, forcing a moan out of enjin’s mouth before he can bite his bottom lip, whining pathetically.

“let me come baby, please? you've been.. a—at this… f’ hours, can barely feel ‘m legs.” you look up at enjin from where you sat in between his legs, watching him squirm and wiggle helplessly. “hmm… I dunnoooo…” you coo, watching as enjin looked absolutely helpless, like he's lost all hope. that's what really gets you going.

you lift yourself up, slowly crawling on to his lap, watching his head lift up to look at you. blonde hair stuck to his forehead, tears streaming down his cheeks and a small line of drool escaping his lips. “you're breakin’ me… see how— broken I am? for you?”

you can't help but coo, voice dropping with false sympathy as the back of your hand runs across his cheek, down to his chin before tracing the tattoos across his chest. “awh, my poor enjin. I wish I felt bad, I really did, but you've been so full of yourself that I needed to punish you.” you cup his cheek, thumb running across the rough skin. “I'm sure you know the rules already, yeah? who do you belong to?”

enjin takes a small breather, golden eyes staring into your as he nods. “you. belong to you… no one else, you own me.” fuck, you squeeze your thighs at his words, but you keep it to yourself, your thumb moving to run across his bottom lip. “you won't come home late again, will you?” he shakes his head. “you won't come home injured and ignore those injuries again, will you?” another shake of his head. “speak.”

“no! no I won't! won't ignore you ever again! I promise, I promise.” enjin gasps, whines leaving his lips as he panics at your words.

“alright, you can cum.” without warning, your hand tightly grips enjin’s cock, forcing him to choke on a moan, legs trembling and back arching as your pace grows faster, the schlick sound of his pre filling his ears. “k—kiss me, kiss mee… please…” you roll your eyes, your lips connect with his to muffle his whines.

you can tell he's close, hips bucking uncontrollably, hands clenched into fists and his breathing erratic. pulling away from the kiss, there's no thought behind enjin’s eyes as he stares up at you, “love you… love you so m—UCH!” his hips buck up one final time, spilling his cum all over your fingers and his thighs.

hopefully this'll be the last time you teach him to keep his hands to himself.

ZANKA grips his assistaff tightly. just a few more trash beasts left, then he can go home and— and… uh… what did he have to do again? a slash from riyo prevents him from becoming trash beast dinner, knocking him out of his hazy thoughts. he quickly looks up, thanking riyo for the save before he's suddenly to his knees, gasping and whining. his hand comes up to cover his mouth, sweat beginning to pour from his forehead.

the plug inside him is pressing right against his prostate, buzzing just right and hitting all those sweet spots inside him. he's about to come, but he needs to hold it in, needs to be a good boy. and just as he reaches his peak. nothing. the buzzing stops, allowing him a moment of relaxation, but also a brief feeling of disappointment.

hours pass and zanka’s back at HQ, yet he wastes no time, quickly jogging into the building and making his way towards your room. your door slams open, and there you are, resting in bed with a book and the most nonchalant look on your face. your gaze turns up, looking at zanka before a smile stretches across your lips. “zanka. you're back early.”

he's slightly bruised, but that seems to be the least of his problems as he approaches you. before he can peep a word, he's knees first to the floor, hands gripping the tiles as the buzzing starts again. “shit… don't do this to me, I can't— can't handle it…”

zanka arches his back up, gasping and writhing on the floor before the buzzing stops again, just at the edge of his orgasm. ”let me cum… please! please please please!” he sobs, tears running down his cheeks and drool leaking onto the floor. god, he truly is pathetic.

you look up from your book, staring at zanka as he shakes, hands clasped together whilst still begging for release. you sigh, reaching for the remote on the bedside table. the buzzing increases, louder, harsher and brushing right against zanka’s prostate.

his back arches up and down, spine curving and legs clenching closed, but it's zanka, and zanka obviously has the best self control right? he looks up at you from the floor, cheek smushed against the tile, eyes rolling back and teeth clenched so hard he might chip a tooth. yet you watch with mild annoyance, sighing as you close your book, legs lifting off the bed to instead sit on the edge on the bed.

“do you wanna cum, zanka?” your hand reaches for his chin, gripping it tightly to lift his face up to look at you properly. his cheeks are flushed, heavy whines and moans leaving his throat. it takes him a minute to process your words before he's nodding rapidly, arms growing weaker by the second. “then cum.”

zanka opens his mouth, yet nothing comes out, his hips stuttering and stilling, eyebrows furrowing and eyes going cross-eyed before he slowly comes down from his high. zanka looks up at you with adoring eyes, slowly smiling while more drool spills from his lips. “thank… you…”

TAMSY can feel a headache growing, but he shakes it off. he needs to sit perfectly still, needs to learn how to keep balance and control while forcibly hung upside down. you sit in front of him, tokushin in hand, fingers gently running over the yarn which held tamsy up.

tug. it tightens. tamsy bites his lower lip, staying perfectly still. his beige hair falls below him, some sticking to his forehead and temples. there's a vibrator taped right to the underside of his cock, pre-cum leaking from his tip and on to both his chest and the floor below him.

you grab tokushin by its wooden handle, twisting the instrument so it doesn't tug on tamsy as much anymore. the vibrator starts, buzzing right beneath the sensitive tip of his cock. tamsy gasps but doesn't move, chest heaving up and down, an occasional twitch here or there yet not enough to have tokushin tighten its hold on him.

he looks over at you, eyes watering and head thrown back. “trying… so hard… can't hold it.” he whines. “tamsy.” your voice scares the absolute shit out of him. he blinks away the tears, looking at you with the most adorable puppy eyes he could manage. “if you fail, we'll have to do this again, remember?”

tamsy nods in acknowledgment, a soft sob escaping him. “I… I know, just— can't hold it! augh!” tamsy’s legs shift, and tokushin tightens, sending tamsy into a feral haze as his hips buck and pre continues to spill from his tip. “tamsy!”

his whining stops, and so does the vibrator. tamsy sobs into his arm, breath shaky and cheeks flush as tears run off his temples and to the ground below. “you're so mean! so fuckin’ mean!!” he whines. “well you're the one who wanted to train, blame yourself, tamsy.” reset. grab tokushin to untighten the binds once more. and let tamsy relax.

his tip is bright red, legs shaking with the need to release and cheeks flushed from the crying. you stand up from your chair, walking towards tamsy, his face right in front of yours. you lean down, licking up the tears that ran down his face before taking a step back. “do you want to stop?” he immediately shakes his head, “no! no please…” you give a nod, making your way back to the chair, sitting down and crossing your legs once more.

the vibrator starts again, and tamsy lifts his head, but he's quick to keep to himself, keeping himself as still as possible. his gaze is everywhere but you, anywhere but the ticking clock on the wall. it feels like there's a fire burning in his veins, unable to extinguish or keep it down. his breath comes out in heavy pants, hands clenching into fists above his head.

“fuck… ah… shit, shit… can I come, please? please!!” tamsy feels his abdomen tighten, thighs clenching and sight growing blurry. “fuck, fuck… fuckfuckfuck!!” his body moves uncontrollably, back arching, legs twisting, hands grasping for nothing. tokushin reacts immediately, locking tamsy in his awkward position, unable to buck his hips up. “I'm gonna— gonna… cum!” his eyes roll back, spilling all over himself, his seed coating his upper chest and lower face, the sight lewd and embarrassing.

you sigh, disappointment evident as you write down something. gripping tokushin, you release tamsy from the yarn, his body flopping onto the floor. “third attempt failed, take a thirty minute break and we'll try again.”

it's been a long day for you and BRO, taking care of the children and killing trash beasts. you're left bruised and battered as you slump into your shared bed, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you sink into the sheets. Bro is dead asleep already, laid out as still as a plank, breathing even and body rigid.

you softly giggle at your lover's form, burying your face into your pillow as you do so. your gaze hovers over his form, he's wearing nothing but his underwear, cloth placed on the bedside table on his side. your hand slowly reaches up, fingers starting at his broad shoulders, you feel up the dips and the curves of his skin, nails tracing over his scars.

something catches your attention, and you notice the bulge starting to grow between his legs, his body shifting, head moving to the side and his legs spreading open, almost as if he's calling out for you, begging you to touch him.

your fingers glide across skin, stopping at bro’s chest. your nails flick and slightly tug at his nipples, his back arching in to your touch, yet he doesn't wake, still snoring away as your hand reaches his v-line. you watch as he twitches, bringing his hips closer to your palm.

you start off slow, nails dragging over his bulge and feeling the wetness that already stained his briefs long ago. you squeeze, watching his breath get caught in his throat, legs tensing and hands gripping his pillow tightly.

your hands work expertly, wrapping around his covered cock and rubbing just enough to feel him twitch in your grasp. bro subtly shifts, pushing himself closer against you like he's attempting to have your hand directly on his skin, the lack of skin on skin making his sleeping form ache for you.

slowly lifting yourself up, you straddle bro’s hips, legs on either side of him. your fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to reveal his leaking cock, the tip flushed red and coated in his pre. you lean down to run your lips across one of the veins on the underside, smiling as an audible gasp escapes his throat.

taking the head past your lips, you're immediately met with an uncontrollable thrust up, pushing half his cock directly into your mouth. you nearly gag on the sudden jerk up, hands placed on bro's thighs for support. blinking away the initial shock, you push yourself all the way down, lips brushing against the base of his cock and nose buried deep in his unkempt hair.

you stay like this for a few seconds, enjoying the way he was buried in your mouth before lifting yourself back up and pulling off with a pop. you can't help but admire your work, bro's cock a deep, aching red, dripping with both pre and saliva, and twitching uncontrollably as the cold air of the room brushes against it.

digging your fingers back into bro's thighs, you take him back into your mouth, your tongue teasing the tip, the salty taste of pre coating your taste buds as you continue. slowly lowering yourself back down, it's not long before bro's hand suddenly comes up, gripping your hair tightly as his hips buck up, spilling himself inside your mouth with a heavy groan.

allowing bro to relax from his orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off, some of his release leaking from the corners of your lips, although you pay no mind to it. taking a second to breathe, you lift your head up to find bro still sound asleep, dick soft and snoring away, you think you should help him sleep like this more often.

you've never seen CORVUS break, never seen him buckle or back down, never seen him lose his temper or keep his emotions out of line. but that changes when it comes to you, he gets so whiney, so desperate for you it's like he's a completely different person.

corvus sits on his knees, peppering kisses all over your bare stomach, arms gripped around your hips tightly like you'd disappear if he let go. your hands come up to grip the nape of his neck and his shoulder, steadying his form.

slowly pulling away, corvus looks up at you, gaze akin to that of gratitude, like he's grateful just to be near you, and by all means he is. you're like a goddess to him, someone who brings him back to reality, someone he can anchor himself with.

“my love.” he croaks, hands moving to hover over the sides of your thighs, an obvious bulge between his legs as he pulls away to show you. you know that look he gives you, a way to beg without using his words, without telling you what he really wants.

you cup his chin, lifting his head to fully look up at you. “words you words arkha, I can't read your mind, you know that.” corvus gulps, hands slowly crawling down to rest at the back of your thigh. “please… let me—” he stops, a rush of embarrassment going through him, swallowing nervously. “let me… grind against you, I don't deserve to taint your perfect pussy.”

a grin stretches across your lips at his words, his cheek against your thigh as he begs for pleasure. “such a good boy arkha, you may.” corvus doesn't waste a second, grinding his cock against your boot, the material of your laces just right against his clothed cock. he whines against your knee, biting his bottom lip to muffle his moans as beads of sweat already form across his forehead.

“my mistress, my perfect woman, I apologize— ngh! deeply… for misbehaving, I know— oh fuck… that you said I should be… wearing m—my choker more, and that… that I should be taking care of myself more.”

a certain thrust of his hips has corvus gasping, the lace of your shoe brushing right against his sensitive tip, pre beginning to leak through his pants and on to your boots. “m—my love, please…” he's unsure of what he's begging for, so many thoughts running through his head he's unsure of what to say first. “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry,” his teeth bite into his bottom lip, preventing any more embarrassing words from spilling.

“stop.” corvus’s head suddenly snaps up, looking at you with wide, grey eyes, slowly halting his hips, hesitancy written all over his pretty face. you tilt your head, watching the tears as they begin to form in the corners of corvus’s eyes, his breathing heavy, chest heaving up and down.

“I'm sorry ma'am, I'm so sorry, please…” he stops again, burying his face back into your thighs, the wet patch between his legs staining his cleaners uniform. “awh, my poor arkha, you want to come so bad, don't you? feel all that tension inside you just snap, hm?” corvus nods at your words, peeking his eyes out from between your legs. “use your words arkha.”

corvus swallows, adams apple bobbing up and down before he pulls away from your legs, looking up at you with tear stained cheeks, his cock continues to leak, staining his pants. ”please, let me fuck your thighs, I need your warmth, even if I can't be inside you, I need you around me.”

smiling at his words, you nod to corvus, folding your arms as he moves up, towering over your form. ”may I?” he asks, his hands on your thighs. rolling your eyes, you step back, sitting on his desk. corvus grabs your thighs, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder, before he's slotting his cock between your clenched thighs, already heavily panting as his hips begin to move.

it's not your pussy, neither is it the tight walls of your ass, but the softness of your thighs is enough to break corvus, watching his cock disappear and reappear between them, tip leaking and already spurting small amounts of pre.

his hands grip your thighs tightly, nails digging into your skin and forming small crescent marks, his breath hot against your legs. you watch with a smirk, the boss of the cleaners simply a mess for you, your thighs a sacred haven for him, something that deserves to be worshipped whenever he can.

you can feel corvus’s thrusts grow sloppy, messing up his rhythm with each pump of his hips. you're waiting, waiting for the words to slip from his mouth. “ah— oh, fuck. please.” you still wait, wait for him to break above you. “please. let me… come… please.” there it was, hook, line and sinker. you tilt your head, smirking up at corvus. “what was that?”

corvus whines, growing increasingly impatient, but he obeys, slowing his thrusts to keep himself steady. “please mistress, may I come?”

you chuckle, giving corvus a nod of approval. “go ahead.” he doesn't waste a second, gripping your hips to pull you in closer, his hips thrusting against yours, cock rutting between your thighs. “oh fuck— ah fuck!” throwing his head back, corvus gasps, spilling his release all over your bare stomach, and some even landing on your bra.

“thank you… s—so much… mistress.”

you and GRIS maintained a good relationship. no arguments, no fights, and barely finding yourselves disagreeing on anything. although there was always this misconception. gris was taller, hunkier, and bigger than you. and this made people assume he wore the pants in the relationship, like he was some saviour and you were simply his maiden in distress. of course it wasn't like that, honestly, it was the complete opposite.

you sat in your bedroom, one hand working on notes as the other scrolled through your laptop, taking in account what was on your screen, and gris? well he sat in between your legs, head resting on your thighs, hands desperately gripping your calves. your ignorance made him more desperate, the vibrating dildo inside him just not enough to fully get him off.

“sweetheart, please… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, you know that.” gris whines, pulling himself closer to you. you're not wearing any panties, and your slick cunt is right in front of him, teasing the ever living shit out of him. you look down, watching gris as he stares up at you with those puppy eyes he's mastered. lifting your pen up to your lips, you take a bite of the tip, pretending to think about your answer.

earlier, gris was seemingly flirting with one of the other cleaners, yet you knew that couldn't be true, gris was a gentleman who simply couldn't reject someone, so he let that woman flirt, let her touch him all over and down, but you could never take that lightly, so this is his punishment. the dildo inside him vibrating enough just to feel something but not enough to make him cum.

pulling the pen away, you simply shrug, going back to taking notes, the hand on your laptop coming down to curl through his hair. “hmm, I'm not sure baby, you know I don't like it when you let others do stuff like that to you.” gris whines again, leaking cock pushing against your shin, coating your skin in pre release. “I'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry! just please… please let me taste you!”

you love it when he begs, so whiny and desperate. with a sigh, you spread your legs, pulling up your skirt to reveal what gris was just so desperate for. “fine, but remember, no coming before me, that'll be extra punishment.”

gris nods enthusiastically, his hands gripping on to your thighs to pull you closer. diving into you, his tongue runs across your cunt, flicking against your clit and pushing right inside you. your hand reaches for a small remote. pushing one of the buttons, gris suddenly jolts up, feeling the vibrations inside him intense, and buzzing right against his prostrate.

he can't come, not before you, but fuck it's becoming impossible, gris can easily cum by simply eating you out, but adding these vibrations? he's already on the edge.

you feel a warmth spread across your thighs, and you turn your head to look down at gris. warm tears run down his cheeks, thighs trembling and tongue becoming sloppy as he runs his head to look up at you. you simply smile, noticing the small pool of pre-cum on the floor between his knees. “I can't do… I can't do this, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum, I can't—” he's so desperate, desperate for both you and a release.

clicking the button on the remote once again, gris wails, pulling away from your cunt to rest his forehead on your chair, his breath heavy as his orgasm is stripped away from him. “I'm so sorry baby, m’ so sorry! please, please…” he doesn't know what he's begging for, unable to decide between stopping and continuing, all he wants is to taste you on his tongue.

gripping gris’ hair, you pull him back towards your cunt and with no hesitation, he's immediately back on you. your legs are on his shoulders, and his hands are gripping your thighs so desperately it's nearly pathetic. the vibrations start again, yet gris doesn't falter. it's not long before your legs are squeezing his head, your own release just around the corner.

one specific flick to your clit has your back arching, the heels of your foot pressing against gris’ back to push him closer. you up the vibrations, watching gris crack underneath you. your hand in his hair is his breaking point. and as you reach your limit, so does gris, coming exactly with you. he spills all over the floor, whining and gasping against your clit, your juices coating his chin and stubble.

as you come down from your high, you push your head forward, looking down at gris as he's sat between your legs. tears stain his cheeks, drool runs down the sides of his chin along with your own slick, and he looks absolutely pathetic. your hand reaches to grab his chin, thumb wiping over his swollen bottom lip. gris simply stares, barely able to think as he mutters gibberish against your skin.

AUGUST’s fingers gripped his pillow tightly as your hands wrapped around his throat, choked moans and sobs leaving his lips while your hips smack against his, his leaky cock throbbing and twitching inside your perfect pussy. “what's wrong august... can't speak?” you coo, voice dripping in false sympathy as august drools beneath you.

it was a stupid bet he made, a bet between you and gris on who could get more knockouts while out in the field. you weren't a giver, a supporter who sidelined with gris when things were gonna get extra heated. “here's a bet, you rock some shit out there and beat gris, you can choke me out for tha’ night! howsat?” august offered with a cheeky grin, constantly pointing his big fat gloved finger into your face.

the score came out to a whopping 53-47, with you in the lead you came back home in a victorious mood. and showing august your score is how he landed in this exact spot.

“speak to me baby, I can't understand you.” your tone turns condescending, hands gripping august tighter around his throat, watching him squirm as he attempts to both speak and wiggle away from you. “fuck. wanna come… please?” his head lowers, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside you, his thighs coated with previous releases, though it seems you've changed your mind, not allowing him any sort of relief at all.

august throws his head back, blonde hair scattered everywhere, hips bucking up and hands lifting up to grip your wrists. you stop, and august whines, panting and trembling underneath you. just as you're about to move your hips again, a knock at the door catches your attention. “yo august, got a moment?” it's enjin, seemingly annoyed and almost irritable.

you turn your attention back to your boyfriend, he's in no situation to talk, your hands wrapped around his neck, face flushed and tears running down his cheeks. “the hell you want enjin!? august ain't here right now!” you call out. “woah, sorry miss sassy supporter, need my full face fixed, it's got a hole and I'd rather not sniff any of the bad stuff through it.”

you silently groan, of all times enjin has an inconvenience it's when you're fucking the absolute daylights out of your man. clearing your throat, you wave off of the older cleaner. “well, august said he's gonna go visit alice, go bother her ass about him.” you hear enjin groan, inaudibly mumbling something before walking off.

turning your attention back to august, he's got a smug grin on his lips, tears dried yet stained as he looks up at you. “saved my ass, didn't you sugar?” giggling, you loosen your grip, pulling august into a kiss, his mouth moving desperately against yours. his hands move from your wrists to your hips, gripping tightly as they continue to work.

“you— ah, fuck! you edged me back there…!” august gasps, spit caught at the back of his throat as he hits that spongey spot inside you. raising a brow at him, august continues. “I was…— just about to cum… then enjin— ah! knocked! n’ then you stopped, it hurt so fuckin’ much…”

smiling down at august, you purr at his form, the back of your hand running down his cheek to wipe away the new tears that ran down. “awh, my august…” leaning down, you press your lips against his neck, feeling his body twitch and shake beneath you. “yer’ breakin’ me.” august whines, whimpers growing louder and tears fatter as your hips never stop slapping against his pelvis, your walls gripping him tightly like he'd leave if you let go.

“I'm about to come baby, let me? pleasepleaseplease!” he begs and begs, voice cracking against the walls as he throws his head back, waiting and waiting for your approval. “come for me sweetheart.”

and that's all it took, your hand quickly coming up to cover august’s mouth as he releases himself inside you, cock spurting endlessly and hips uncontrollably pushing himself deeper into you, milking himself for all he's worth. as august calms down, he's already melting into his pillow, snoring away beneath you, leaving you to giggle at your lover's sleeping form.

FOLLO gasps as your stocking-clad feet run up his chest, the ball of your foot pushing up against his jacket before catching the zipper between your toes, pulling it down to reveal his skinny chest. sweat runs down his skin, gasps and whines leaving his lips as the tips of your toes brush against his v-line.

“why are you so nervous, follo? I'm just touching you.” your voice is laced with false sweetness, like there's something beneath that's waiting to bite into him. he looks up at you, gasping as one of your feet slides beneath his chin, like you're feeling him up without actually using your hands.

you drag follo closer, his hands gripping your ankles to stabilize himself against you. “please stop teasing.” he whines, feeling your feet run back down his chest to slowly hovering right above his bulge. “are you seriously hard from my feet?” a cackle leaves your lips, follo’s cheeks beginning to turn visibly red, the humiliation making him even more hard.

“take them off.” follo doesn't hesitate, his gloved hands moving to unzip his pants, pushing them down to his thighs, just enough to release his leaking cock, tip bright red and dribbling with pre-cum. follo turns his head to look at you, like he's waiting for some sort of approval or praise. “‘m so hard for you, I'm aching, please fuck me.” he whines, hips lightly thrusting in the air, humping against nothing for some sort of relief.

watching the pathetic sight has you amused, the shy and quiet supporter truly does have a freaky side. you push yourself closer, the arches of your feet wrapping around follo’s cock. he gasps softly, hands moving to grip your ankles once again. “go on, fuck yourself against my feet, dog.” the name has follo’s cock twitching, his hips slowly move, allowing himself to adjust to the material of your stockings, the nylon is rough against him, creating extra pleasure against his sensitive cock.

follo slowly gains more confidence, hands now gripping your feet to keep them steady as he ruts against you, although he refuses to lift his head, refuses to make eye contact with you. he can feel his orgasm growing closer, thrusts sloppy and whines growing louder by the second.

“‘m gonna— f-fuck!” you pull your feet away, watching follo grab you to bring you back, but he's just not fast enough, his cock an angry red and coated tip to base in his slick. “n—no, wait, come back!” he wails, tears running down his cheeks and on to the floor below him.

“awh, poor follo, what's wrong baby, upset that you can't come?” your tone is condescending, venomous in sympathy as you watch follo sob into his arms. “please mistress, let m—me come, I'll be a good boy, you know that I'm your g—good boy!” he mewls. “oh follo, you are my good boy, but you remember the rules, don't you?”

he lifts his head, making eye contact with you. “always k—keep my eyes… on you.” you nod. “that's right, so let's start this over, okay?”

follo nods, watching your feet wrap around him once more. he grips the floor beneath him instead of your ankles, keeping his eyes on your own as he begins to thrust up against you, groaning as the warmth of your nylon rubs against him.

“ugh— ngh fuck… love… it so much, mistress, you make me feel s—so fuckin’ good.” follo sigh, hips slowly increasing in pace, his hips slamming against your ankles as he nears his orgasm once more. “‘m close, ‘m so close mistress. mistress, can I come? can I come please??” he's desperately begging, already broken from being denied, and even more desperate than before. “please, I've been your good boy, your only good boy!”

your finger taps your chin, pretending to think about whether to allow follo his orgasm or not. turning back to him, you simply nod, running your thumb across his cheek to wipe away the tears that ran down. “come for me baby.”

that's all it takes before follo’s wailing, hips stuttering as he cums all over your tights, cock rubbing mindlessly against your feet to milk himself for all he's worth. as he comes down from his high, follo slumps against your legs, mumbling sweet nothings and thank you’s against your legs. ”mffhh… love you… s’ much, thank you…”

SEMIU was tasked with one thing, shopping for the cleaners with you by her side. and of course when you join semiu on anything, you can never do it normally.

you're grabbing items off the shelf, a mix of ingredients and items the cleaners had asked for. semiu’s behind you, gripping the trolley handle tightly. she can feel the beads of sweat running down her forehead, quickly using the back of her hand to wipe them away.

she looks up at you, watching you ignore her, and continuing to fill the cart before you finally catch her from the corner of your eye. “semiu.” you smile, although it's not a full smile, it's something more sinister. semiu’s knees buckle, forcing her to lean against the cart. “[name]... you're real mean, sugar.” she sighs, the vibrator inside her buzzing just right against that spongey spot inside her.

“oh semiu, I'm not mean, far from it really.” you giggle, watching as semiu’s face twisted between pleasure and an attempt to hide it. you walk down one of the isles, noticing the lack of customers around. a perfect opportunity.

turning around, you grab semiu by her shoulders, pushing her up against one of the shelves. your hand gently cups her clothed cunt, feeling the hardness of the vibrator against her clit. “my god semiu, you're so fucking wet, I can feel it through through your pants.” you giggle again, fingers slowly reaching up to dip them past the waistline of her pants, your fingers teasing the edge of her panties.

“you gonna come, semmie?” the nickname has her groaning, her head nodding at your words as she brings her hand up to bite down on her knuckles, muffling the moans that left her lips.

grabbing semiu's wrist, you pull her hand away, leaning in closer before your lips meet hers in a hard kiss, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. she lets you win, always has, your tongue pushing past her own, exploring every inch and crevice before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you.

you quickly look around the isle once more before grabbing semiu by the wrist and dragging her to the nearest bathroom. the door slams open, your gaze checking every corner before closing the door behind you. “c’mere.” your hands grip semiu’s shoulders once again, pushing her up against one of the sinks as your lips are back on hers.

yours hands reach for semiu’s belt, unbuckling the leather and allowing it to fall to the ground with a clank. your lips leave semiu’s, moving down her chin, to her neck, before stopping at the cleavage of her breasts.

you reach up for the zipper of her tank top, pulling it just enough for her breasts to spill out, the coldness of the bathroom hardening her nipples.

your tongue brushes across her skin, the heat sending shivers down semiu’s spine, before your lips suckle gently on her tits. semiu throws her head back, gasping at the sensation of your tongue against her sensitive skin.

your hand snakes back down to her pants, the tips of your fingers pushing past the waistband and rubbing against her sensitive clit. semiu arches into your touch, her hands gripping the sink behind her, manicured nails digging into the porcelain.

you can feel the plastic of the vibrator, pulling it away from semiu’s clit, an almost sigh of relief leaving her lips before it's replaced by a whine instead, the pleasure escaping her body. “don't worry semiu, I've got you.” your voice catches her attention, your lips off her tits and stretching into a grin below her, fingers gently rubbing her clit, coating them with her slick.

you delve your fingers into her cunt, feeling semiu clench around you as you slowly push further and further inside, before your fingers reach knuckle deep.

semiu muffles her moans against your lips, gasping with each plunge of your fingers in and out of her. “shit, you're gonna— mfh! make me… come..” you simply chuckle at her words, the noises of her slick and your thrusts growing louder with each pump, semiu’s back arching into your touch and thighs tensing up.

“that's it, come on my fingers, be a good girl for me semiu.” you hum, feeling semiu’s hands reach to wrap around your neck, nails digging into your scalp before her back arches harshly, cunt spasming around your fingers.

semiu collapses against you, whining as your fingers fish out the last of her pleasure, her body slowly relaxing as you pull out. you blink, allowing yourself to bask in the moment before a thought interrupts you. “there's probably people waiting outside to be let in.” semiu lifts her head, looking at the locked door of the bathroom, before the both of you burst into giggles.

JABBER whines as you grab him by the locs, lifting his face off the ground. he's covered in bruises and marks, blood dripping down his forehead and chin. he smiles up at you, pushing himself further against your touch. “c’mon, I ain't even feel that, hit me harder!”

you don't hesitate, lifting your foot to collide your boot against jabber’s face, watching as he flies across the room, giggling and moaning at the impact. “awh man… ‘m so goddamn hard, but I just ain't there yet.” turning around, jabber looks at you as he shifts, resting on his elbows, legs spread to reveal the erection right between his legs.

he doesn't need to speak, you already know what he wants. walking up to his form, you lift your foot, stepping directly on his cock, a loud moan leaving jabber’s throat, the roughness of your boot grinding harshly against his hard on. “oh— fuck me! goddamn girl, you really know not to hold back… huh?” he's breathless, softly moaning as he grinds himself against your foot.

you dig your sole further into him, the heel of your boot digging right against his balls, the tip of it just beneath the head of his cock. “auggnnghhh!! so— so rough… so fucking hot. need more of ya…”

fuck, he looks absolutely gorgeous, a trail of drool running down his chin, locs splayed across the ground, his mankira glinting just right against the light above the both of you. shit, you just wanna ruin him, maybe ride him until he can barely think, or perhaps peg him until the only thing he can remember is your name.

snapping back to reality, you watch as jabber continues to writhe beneath you, his pupils blown wide and his hands reaching for anything to grip before settling on the floor. jabber manages to pull from your grip, crawling away with no effort, like he wants you to capture him.

you grip jabber by the ankle, dragging him across the floor before your fingers find his jacket hoodie, pulling just enough the collar wraps around his throat, cutting off a section of his air supply. “h—holy fuck. i’m… ‘bout to come…”

your grip loosens, causing jabber’s face to splat against the floor, a groan of disappointment leaving him. “awh, come on! I was about to reach the best part!” you look down at him with an unreadable expression, a shiver running down his spine as he stares back at you. “don't look at me like that…. ‘s makin’ me feel things…”

jabber sighs, a longing in his eyes akin to obsession, he wants you so damn bad, wants you to break him and build him back up again with only your words. you say jump and he asks how high, you ask him to kill, he does so with no hesitation, he's yours, from physically to emotionally.

he slowly crawls towards you, climbing up your body like some sort of jungle gym, before he's face to face with you, his busted up face right against your untouched one. he's quick to act, grabbing you by the shoulder, his lips meeting against yours in a sloppy, unskilled kiss.

you don't hesitate to give him that attention back, “kissing you… like this— s’ enough to get me even more rock hard.” chuckling, you pull jabber away, smiling at his fucked out expression, drool running down his chin and blood leaking from his temples. “oh jabber,” you cup his clothed cock, watching him throw his head back. one squeeze and he's broken. so that's exactly what you do.

your hand is rough, gripping jabber tightly, your thumb managing to rub against the tip of his cock just right. jabber throws his head back, going cross-eyed as his hips buck up into your touch, the dampness of his release coating your palm.

jabber slowly comes back to reality, lolling his head to the side to look at you. “c’mon, give me another, until ‘m pumping out nothin’ anymore.” how could you deny him? especially when he asks so sweetly.

FUU gags as you push your fingers further into his mouth, your knuckles pushing past his swollen lips, his eyes lidded as he pushes his head further, a loud gag escaping his lips before he pulls back, heavy gasps leaving his lips as he looks up at you.

“fuu, if you can't handle my fingers, I don't think you're ready for my cock.” your spit coated fingers run across the leather of your strap, the material shining against the light above you.”

fuu’s eyes widen at your words, nonono, he's ready! he's been telling you for weeks and week on end, begging to gag on your strap for as long as he could remember. “no—no wait! please ma'am, I promise I can!”

he pushes his cheek up against your dildo, the silicone only half wet, a sign of fuu’s previous attempts. “I can take it, I promise I can.” fuu pushes himself against you, hii dangling by his side as he always has. you look down at fuu with your chin in your palm, pretending to think about what to do next.

you sigh with false annoyance, “fine, but you're not pulling away when I fuck your mouth, understand?” fuu nods curtly, a certain shine to his eyes that has you smiling at his desperateness. you unfold your legs, standing up from your chair and grabbing fuu by the back of his head, fingers curling into his white-salmon locks.

fuu looks up at you with something akin to admiration, opening his mouth willingly to take your cock into his throat, he slowly reaches the halfway mark, the furthest he's ever gotten. you allow a momentary break, letting fuu bask in the anticipation before he's suddenly pulled down, lips against the base of your cock, the tip bullying the back of his throat.

“nghg… mfhhggh— ghhh!” his voice is muffled, drool already running down his chin as his hands come up to grip your hips tightly. he slowly moves his head up, starting at the tip and pushing himself all the way back down, gagging around your cock with no shame.

he repeats, until your cock is fully coated, lips swollen once more, but as soon as he reaches the tip again, your hands stop him. fuu looks up at you, confusion on his face. your hands grip the sides of his face tightly, and fuu knows what's about to hit him, his hands leaving your hips to instead grip your wrists instead.

fuu gags and chokes as your hips begin to relentlessly thrust into his mouth, your cock bulging against his throat with each pump of your hips. “look at you fuu, my good boy, taking my cock so well, huh?” fuu can only nod slightly, gagging against your dick as you fuck his throat.

“glug—glug—glug—” the sound is beautiful, a mix of fuu’s gagging and swallowing, attempting not to drown in his own spit as you fuck him raw. fuu can feel himself growing harder at the second, his gagging turning into whining as his grinds his hard on against thin air. “well, look at that, hard from choking on my dick sweetheart?” fuu attempts to nod, but is unable to with your hands keeping him still.

your hands move up to grip fuu’s hair, slowly pulling him off of your cock with a pop, watching as strings of saliva connected his lips with the silicone.

“w—why…d— you stop?” fuu slurs, licking his lips to clean off the drool that ran down. “because I can't have you coming just yet.” fuu whines at your words, slowly sneaking his hand down to rub against his clothed cock. “please.. please…"

your fingers tighten around his locks, slightly lifting him from his knees to pull him closer against you. “do you deserve it?” you hum, voice dripping with dominance, watching fuu tremble from your touch. he nods frantically, cheeks flushed as he begs. “yes! yes! I deserve it, I've been so good, listened to you… I've done everything you want, please!”

pushing fuu back to his knees, you slightly loosen your grip on his hair, lining up your cock to his lips. he sticks his tongue out, allowing you to slap the tip against it before unexpectedly shoving it entirely down his throat.

fuu desperately gags against the silicone, hands moving back to your thighs for support. “nghnn! mghh—fhhggnn!” he groans, letting his throat relax as you brush right against the back with harsh thrusts.

he can feel his orgasm peeking just right around the corner, his groans becoming desperate whines with each thrust of your hips. fuu tightens his grip on your thighs, index tapping against them, indicating his nearing. you watch fuu with a smirk, tears forming in his eyes once again before they run down his cheeks.

you don't stop, instead going faster, watching fuu’s eyes widen with each gag of his throat. “mghh! mffgghh—aahh!” fuu pulls off of you, head throwing back as he comes in his pants, his legs trembling beneath him. “ffuucckkkk… throat hurts… so much….” he whines, voice rough and lips swollen.

your hand grips his chin, lifting his face to face yours. “you've done such a good job, I think you deserve an even better reward.” before fuu could answer, you're gripping him by the wrists, lifting him up and against the wall, wrapping his legs around your waist.

”w—wait! ‘m still se—sensitive!” he cries out, although it's ignored as your fingers grip the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to just to his thighs, the tip of your cock pressing against the entrance of his ass.

let's just say that cthoni left you a complaint the morning after about too much noise.

BUNDUS watches in horror as the bottom of your scepter slams against the ground, the vital instrument humming with life. Hands floating still above him, its fingers twitching with ache to grab something. “you said you wouldn't.” his voice comes out shaky. you simply shrug, slamming the scepter down once more.

hand two and six fly towards you, hovering just close enough to touch the material of your raider outfit. “m sorry bundus, but I just got too curious.”

that was hours ago. bundus, a once fine and outgoing man, now lay on the ground, prompted up to his knees and face smushed against the ground. the thickness of hand two’s fingers plunging into him and stretching him with each thrust, and hand six wrapped tightly around his cock, the double stimulation making bundus go cross-eyed.

you leaned against one of the chairs within the room, scepter still in hand, and watched every twitch, arch and sweat of bundus’ body. “this is h—highly… inappropriate.” he attempts to speak. yet the overflow of drool slurs his words.

“it is, yes. but when have you ever cared about anything appropriate.” you shrug your shoulders, a smug smirk tugging at your lips as hand two thrusts knuckles deep, hitting straight against bundus’ prostate while hand six rubs gently against his leaking tip.

your fingers tighten around your scepter, hand two suddenly increasing in pace, while hand six pulls away from bundus’ cock, the hardened fingers moving to shove past his lips, the taste of his slick pushed against his tongue.

“I'll do what I want with Hands. and right now, I'm enjoying you in this state.” you stand up from your chair, pulling hand six away from bundus, the prosthetic fingers coated in his saliva. hand two continues its pressure, pushing itself deeper into bundus, the outline visible against his broad stomach.

“this is a sight I could get used to.” you giggle, a maniacal look on your face as bundus attempts to regain his self respect, yet it's useless, and he hates to admit it, but hand two just feels too good inside him. “uh-uh-uh, no coming yet bundus.” hand two begins to slow its pace, thick fingers resting inside bundus.

his whines echo off the walls, yet you skip over that, an idea creeping into your mind. you step forward, standing right in front of bundus’ kneeled form, fingers tapping against the scepter.

“fuck yourself against hand two.” what? you can't be serious, it's already humiliating getting fucked by your own vital instrument, but fucking it yourself, that's a whole new low for bundus. “did I stutter?” your words snap him from his thoughts, watching your fingers tap and tap, like a clock ticking down.

bundus swallows thickly, slowly pushing himself up from the ground, feeling hand two adjust inside him. he hesitates, looking up at you with puppy eyes, yet you don't seem to flinch nor back down. swallowing again, bundus begins to move his hips, lifting himself up before slamming down against hand two's fingers.

it's embarrassing, an act of shame, yet he just couldn't stop, each slam of his hips creating louder and louder moans, hand two filling him up just right. “I'm a—about to cum, please ma'am, may I?”

his thick accent slurs, hands and knees trembling with each bounce of his hips. you smile in amusement, enjoying your co-worker fuck himself against his vital instrument. “you may.”

bundus lets out a moan of either relief or pleasure, most likely both, as his hips don't stop, finding just that right angle before his back arches up, climax washing over him as he spills across the floor.

you tap your scepter once more, hand two pulling itself out, leaving bundus empty yet aching for more. you kneel down, wiping nonexistent dust off bundus’s jacket. “I think we should do this more often.”

ZODYL shifts in his seat, watching the TV infront of him, although he's barely able to concentrate, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs draped on either side of his thighs, and your pussy squeezing him so tightly he's unable to think properly.

he knows he's not allowed to move, not allowed to touch, only a light, gentle caress on your thigh. you've got a book in your hand, something you picked up from a raid that piqued your interest.

you squeeze tighter, and zodyl sucks in a breath, feeling his composure break every second you're around him. you'd suggest this as a sort of… bonding ritual, with zodyl being so busy with raider work, you barely found yourself within the bedroom, so you suggested this, something called… cockwarming? whatever the it was.

zodyl could barely keep it together, hearing you flip the pages of your book that definitely had you uninterested, but you truly can never deny an opportunity to break zodyl in. his grip on your thigh tightens, hips shifting in hope to get some sort of stimulation.

your head turns, not fully, but just enough for zodyl to halt his movements. “is this your way of torturing me?” zodyl’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts, raising a curious brow at the leader before smiling in content. “perhaps, or maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm, knowing you obey my every command.” you wiggle your hips just enough, his cock growing more comfy inside your walls.

“you're going to break me.” he sighs, feeling his cock twitch, light bursts of pre-cum escaping his tip. “maybe that's what I want.” you giggle, the sound of your book closing echoing through zodyl’s ear.

lifting yourself up, you stare at zodyl beneath you, your hands resting on his scarred shoulders. “I wanna see you squirm zodie, wanna see you break and beg.” your nails drag against his skin, tracing over the scars, gliding up his neck and cheek before stopping at the silver that adorned his ear.

zodyl sighs against your touch, humming gently with each caress and whisper of praise from you, your touch nearly sending him overboard as you suddenly squeeze his cock against. “don't tease me.” he's demanding, although his words are empty, he knows you're the one who's truly in control.

“I'll do what I want zodie.” leaning in, you wrap your arms around his shoulders once more, breasts pushed against his upper chest, your cleavage nearly against his face. “I think I've punished you enough.” you steady your hips, lifting yourself from zodyl's cock, so that only his tip remains inside.

“fuck me zodie, fuck me like you mean it.” zodyl doesn't waste a second, broad arms wrapping around your waist before his hips slam up into you. you throw your head back, his cock hitting that certain spot inside you with each thrust.

”oh… fuck! that's it zodie, such a— agh! good boy!” your voice is interrupted by moans, mingling in with zodyl's own loud grunts and slight whines. at your praise, zodyl tightens his arms around you, his hips increasing in pace.

he's hitting that sweet spot every time, making you dizzy with need as you can feel your orgasm already down the corner. “I'm about… I'm about to cum zodie, you know the rules… r—right?” zodyl simply nods at your words, arms moving down your waist to instead grip your hips instead.

“hah— hah…” zodyl can barely form a sentence, your pussy's just too fucking good, milking his cock with each thrust of his hips. he knows he can't cum, but he's just so close. your head throws back, nails digging into zodyl’s shoulders as you come around his cock, squeezing him for all his worth.

zodyl holds back his own orgasm by mere inches, feeling like he's about to blow any second. you look down at his trembling form, and although he doesn't beg verbally, you can see it in his face, the way it twists and turns.

you think to yourself for a moment, should you really let him come? he looks so pathetic like this, the big bad boss of the raiders pussy drunk off you. finally deciding, you lift yourself off his cock, his tip red and pulsating, drops of pre sliding from his tip.

“I don't think I've ever seen you like this zodie, were you about to come inside me?” you coo. zodyl hesitates for a second, watching you with precision before nodding his head. you laugh in his face, fingers moving the sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead. “you know you're not allowed.”

he nods again, watching you wrap your hand around his cock, his leaky tip throbbing against your touch. “look at you zodie, you're so sensitive, but I can't let it go to waste." you lean down, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. zodyl immediately bucks his hips up, one hand coming up to grip your hair as your nose touches right against the hair of his pelvis.

Enjin:

- this man’s definitely a little toxic and a lot to deal with

- won’t cheat BUT likes to rile you up with stuff that borders on it

- leans too close to people when getting the intel, saves someone and holds them for a moment too long cuz he likes that you’ll be mean later (cuz he’s an asshole)

- utterly yours if you can deal with his attitude

- leaning towards a power bottom, he wants someone to take control but definitely enjoys being rough too

- switches it up, gets bored of positions easily (mating press is his favorite)

- shower sex type of guy so he can do it against a wall and it’s all slippery cuz it makes him work for it

- goes crazy when his partner sweet talks him (like a literal dog)

- is obsessed with his partner’s body, his favorite thing to do is worship it, calls you cupcake ironically and unironically

- asks to cockwarm before missions (yes please!)

- spells his name out with each roll of his hips when fucking missionary

Jabber Wonger:

- likes a mean partner doesn’t like a softie

- oral fixation, give him head and scrap ur teeth against his shaft and he’s cumming instantly

- serious enemies to lovers with him

- needs someone to smack some sense into him he doesn’t play nice (literally)

- a switch it just depends on the day

- tries to grind against you if he gets you under him during a fight

- loves overstimulation to the point of pain (the burn gets him off)

- when on top he uses one of his toxins to amplify the sensations for you

- doesn’t like soft sex because of his stamina

- big on agoraphilia

- hate sex! loves you as his enemy more than as an ally

- gets a boner when his partner’s angry, choke him and you’ll never hear the end of it

- won’t stop until he’s seeing stars, crying, and shooting blanks

- laughs during sex

- loudest moaner I mean seriously

Arkha Corvus

- similar to Gris

- soft dom

- worries he’s too big for you “is it too much?” and lots of “you’re doing so good, hun”

- this man will stay with his face between your legs until you force him off (a munch if you will)

- gets waves of baby fever and it ends with you two going at it like bunnies

- office sex, likes you bent over his desk, uses his eye to make sure nobody’s coming

- big on manhandling, size difference, and close contact

- reverse cowgirl so he can trace your spine and hold your waist

- enjoys how big he is compared to you

- makes you coffee after sex

- likes holding his partner during sex, one arm always around their waist

- lots of grunts and groans

Tamsy Caines:

- mean bottom like condescending mean (likes mirror sex so you’re forced to see how weak you look beneath him)

- coos at you like a baby if you struggle taking him inside, slips in a little “you’re pathetic” if his partner gets tired

- what he doesn’t have in girth he makes up for in length

- four frenum piercings down his shaft, says he’s getting his fifth soon

- can break like an egg if you play your cards right (it isn’t hard)

- tug him hair and he’ll cry for you 9/10 times

- high pitched moans

- this man can ARCH his back

- whimpers if you show you’re even a little bit as obsessive as he is

- possessive to the point of insanity

- will fuck you into the mattress like he hates you and then say it’s because he loves you so much after

- traces the curves and dips of your body like you were sculpted from marble just for him (he seriously believes you were made for him)

- likes to fuck you with punk heavy metal music blasting cuz he thinks it “sets the mood” but he means well…probably

- little hint of sadistic tendencies, leaves bite marks just because

- BONDAGE I mean seriously. Tokushin? Ik that’s right (but he’s the one tied up not you heh)

August Stilza:

- this is just self indulgent

- goggles stay ON during sex

- makes you threads for everything but don’t ask for specifics cuz he won’t listen

- knows you better than anyone and says it’s because of your “swag” that he could read you so well

- kinda odd in all aspects especially with the positions he wants to try (like who wants to 69 while standing?)

- gets a kick out of you in his threads no matter how many times he sees it

- I mean seriously this dude gets jealous if you mention liking another designer, he’ll coops himself up in his workshop

- makes you threads so flashy that everything else dulls in comparison

- definition of flamboyant

- likes to have sex in the clothes he’s made his partner— says it “improves his creative flow yo” (#needthat)

- quiet in bed compared to his normal level of exuberance. Watches his dick go in…and then out.

- soft winces, sighs, and breathy moans that have his head falling back onto the pillows (I’m gonna nut)

- doesn’t care if he’s on bottom or on top, just loves grabbing onto you, specifically squeezing your hips or chest