- He never thought he’d have the capacity to accept and appreciate a gift. He certainly can’t remember the last time he did or if he ever did.

- Is secretly hoping for more. if his faceplate could move, the idea of getting gifts from you would bring a faint smile to it.

- He also craves affection (it’s a co-requisite with pretty much any other love language you choose to express)

- the act does something funny but exhilarating to his processors.

- Any act of affection could make him swoon in some way, but he usually tries to play it off with a sound feigning annoyance.

- Is secretly holding back a love-filled sigh when you give him soft kisses or subtle, fleeting touches

- my boy just wants some love. it’s a different experience for him and he chases it willfully

Loba

- Loves and appreciates every gift you give her. It doesn’t matter if she can steal anything she desires. The love put into a gift is more than thieving can outdo. The gifts she receives from you makes her swoon every time.

- “Oh darling… this is just as beautiful as the last. Thank you…”

- Biiiig smooch on your cheek or forehead as she continues to look over the item.

- She truly accepts every gift whether it’s jewelry or otherwise, expensive or not. She likes that the gifts you give her reflect your inner mind. Even if it was some obscure, handheld item, she’d find it cute/interesting and would find somewhere to display it or put it to use

- And she’s a huge gift giver herself! She’ll give you anything you ask for or even vaguely mention.

- “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice darling. No really, you deserve it my love.”

- Pretty much gives you twice the amount of gifts you give her

- She’s also very careful with you. If she decides to get you anything expensive, she’s sure to double check that it’s nothing too expensive or rare enough for someone to try and track. She doesn’t want you in danger because of a reckless steal.

- Is elated sharing gifts and other things with you. She’s very, very affectionate and seeing you in a good mood puts her in a good mood.

- She sometimes glances at you and simply decides to attack your face with kisses. Is always caressing your face as she just adores you.

- “You are so gorgeous…”

Caustic

- Ugh i cant stand this guy (lying)

- If you give him something, you may have to be a little patient with him.

- When you first started giving him things, he refused them.

- “You can have it back. I have no need for your obnoxious trinkets.”

- After a couple of attempts though he starts to accept them, but usually doesn’t even open them until days later. Chances are if you place it somewhere where he can see it constantly, he might open it a little sooner.

- If you give it to him unwrapped, that’s even better. It pushes him to see it for what it is and accept it. His reaction is barely a hum of approval, but he takes it nonetheless and moves on.

- When he’s alone he observes it meticulously. Truthfully, he thinks fondly of your gifts. Even if he wouldn’t deem them useful, they still get some appreciation.

- Has a spot somewhere where your gifts are all huddled up and subtly on display. He personally doesn’t like gifts, but the fact you occasionally give him things is something he can appreciate as well.

- He kind of wants to give you something in return, but is super bad with gifts.

- And being genuine.

- And nice. lol.

- He’s quite the observer though so he recalls your interests or anything else you’ve talked about to come up with a gift idea.

- Goes for something simple. He’s way too flustered to give you anything too specific because he knows you’d point out his attention to detail.

- He’d try not to make it a big deal when he gives it to you as well. Will stomp up to you and simply place it in front of you.

- Behind his brash demeanor, he’s actually smiling, satisfied with himself when your reaction to the gift is positive.

- When it comes to affection, he prefers to keep it to a minimum. But moments like these where you’re really happy loosen him up a bit and he may let you dote on him however you’d like.

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A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt his hold on your neck increase. Watching your reaction brought forth a mix of discomfort and pleasure within Alexander – causing him to grit his teeth while simultaneously feeling his member twitch inside his pants.

Noticing his conflicted demeanor, you smirked before whispering softly, "You like treating me like this..." Pausing for effect, you added, "...Alexander?"

At the sound of his name spoken so intimately, he reacted instinctively by slamming you harder against the wall, eliciting yet another moan from deep within your throat.

Frustrated beyond belief, Alexander muttered a series of profanities underneath his breath while roughly tearing away the clothing that hung past his pelvis using his free hand. With the other still firmly grasping your neck, he quickly undid his buckle and pulled open his pants.

Alexander reveals his hardened member, its pale color standing out starkly against the dim light filtering through the windows.

Unable to resist taunting him further, you manage to choke out a sarcastically flirtatious comment, "Oh, what a pretty white cock!" This only fuels his frustration even more, resulting in another violent slam against the wall.

Alexander snaps back at you, "Keep it shut!" His voice sounds menacing even through the muffled filter of his gas mask. Complying with his order, you remain silent as he continues to apply pressure on your windpipe. Meanwhile, he presses his head against the wall beside yours, letting out quiet grunts of pleasure as he starts stroking his erection in earnest.

Determined to take control of the situation, you beg him, "Come on, let me help!" However, Alexander refuses to relinquish any power over the scenario – instead choosing to keep his grip firmly on your neck as he continues furiously stroking himself.

Through ragged breaths, Alexander informs you, "Consider this punishment for being such a pest throughout our entire game." His tone leaves no room for argument, making it clear that he won't tolerate any further interference from you.

Ignoring his warning, you continue to squirm and buck your hips into the air, desperate for some relief from the building sexual tension. But Alexander remains unfazed, focusing solely on achieving his release while maintaining his vice grip on your vulnerable throat.

In the silence of the abandoned building, the only audible sounds are your strained, moaning breaths and the wet, squelching noises emanating from Alexander's rapidly moving hand upon his swollen cock.

Unable to resist touching him, you gently caress the hand wrapped around your neck. This small gesture sends shivers down Alexander's spine, causing him to groan deeply and pick up the pace of his already frenzied strokes.

Summoning every last bit of strength left within you, you call out his name. "Alexander....". You sounded both strained and intimate.

Without hesitation, he lifts his head from the wall and presses his body flush against yours – ensuring every curve and contour align perfectly together. Then, he leans in closer, pressing his gas mask against your face.

Finally allowed some reprieve, you let out a whimper of relief and immediately start to buck your hips against the solid warmth of his body. Alexander obligingly adjusts his position, turning slightly to the side so he can continue stroking himself while gazing upon your beautiful, struggling expression.

Granting you a brief respite, Alexander releases his hold on your neck just enough for you to catch your breath. "Breathe," he orders, his voice low and commanding. Obeying without question, you suck in several deep breaths before feeling his hand constrict around your throat once more.

With renewed vigor, you resume thrusting yourself against Alexander's body while simultaneously battling for air as his hand tightens its grip on your throat. All the while, you fixate your gaze on the erotic sight of his slick, pulsing cock gliding across your trembling, clothed thigh.

Reaching the peak of his arousal, Alexander releases a guttural groan as he ejaculates onto your clothes, his gas mask remaining firmly pressed against your now teary face. As he reaches his climax, his grip on your throat tightens almost unbearably, threatening to cut off all oxygen supply completely. Just when you think you might pass out, he finally relaxes his hold, allowing you to regain consciousness and draw much needed air into your lungs.

Silence descends upon the two of you as you both recover from the intense experience. Still panting heavily, you lock eyes with Alexander, unable to look away from the intensity burning within his cold gaze. Suddenly, he reaches down and cups your swollen erection through the fabric of your pants.

Before anything can happen, the sound of footsteps echoes through the building from somewhere below. Startled, Alexander quickly withdraws his hand and begins tucking his spent penis back into his pants.

Frustrated by the abrupt interruption, you emit a frustrated whine, still desperate for release. Hearing your disappointment, Alexander grunts in annoyance before gruffly speaking, "I'll deal with you after the game is over."

Accepting his words as a promise, you allow yourself a triumphant smirk as you retrieve your Alternator. "So, it's a date then?" you teasingly ask, relishing in the slight blush that creeps onto Alexander's cheeks from behind his gas mask.

Briefly thrown off by your bold declaration, Alexander regains his composure and scoffs dismissively. "Insect," he mutters, though this time his usual derogatory term seems laced with something akin to affection.

Seizing the opportunity to escape the awkwardness, he snatches up his Nemesis and storms out the door before you can respond.

You shake your head and laugh before following him to face who's downstairs. You wonder what he'll do to your in his bedroom. No point in imagining now. Its time to win this game even if you have a rager the whole time.

Caustic

Cuddle? With him? Absolutely not. Immediately no. This man hates even the IDEA of cuddling, buuuuuutttttttt if you're lucky, he'll let you sleep on his chest. If you wanna cuddle, you'll most likely wanna catch him when he's dead tired and half asleep which is most times never.

Mirage

Witt on the other hand LOVES to cuddle. He's a lover and it's his favorite pastime and it's very reassuring to him and it makes him feel like he's keeping you all to himself forever. He will cuddle with you any and everywhere in any position. He's most fond of spooning (big and little), you laying on top of him or him putting his head on your lap.

Octane

Cuddling? He said it wasn't his style. But he might let it slide if he's in a serious committed relationship. He likes to move too much so I'm not sure how comfortable you'd be. Cuddling also makes him feel vulnerable and he's not into that. If you somehow get him to sit his ass down (mostly when he's about to crash), he'll want to lay his head on your ass or have you lay on his chest or try to have sex with you. He won't stay there for too long unless he's about to go to sleep or he's high.

Wattson

You roll your eyes as he turns his face away from you in slight embarrassment. You slowly trail your hands up Alexander's thighs, trailing up to his chest using them to lean over and kiss him. He raised his hands to rest on your waist, squeezing for a second before slipping them down to your ass and scooping you up to sit in his lap. He grinds up into you when your bodies connect, and you let out a breath that encourages Alexander to continue his movements. He hums against your lips, and you smile into the kiss, repeating the movement he made you do, but grinding down harder. He breaks the kiss and groans, ending it in a soft cough, you take this time to kiss his cheeks, and instinctively he bares his neck at you. You kiss his throat, humming before moving.

"If only your fans knew that the fearsome Caustic bares his neck for me." You look him in the eyes, amused by the light dust of pink on his pale cheeks. "If only they knew how weak you are for me, how pathetic you get for me." You move from his neck, grabbing his chin and making him look at you. His face is red now and he looks slightly angry, but you know he truly feels, that's why you let his eyes move away from your gaze. You smile at his embarrassment and after allowing him to avoid your gaze for a bit he gets the courage to finally meet your eyes himself.

"How pathetic can you get Alexander? Go ahead, show me.” He hesitates, and a quiet and uncharacteristic "Please..." comes from the large man. You scoff and he corrects himself immediately, now a much louder and much more embarrassing "Please, touch me!", pouring from his mouth. You hum, not really impressed but you oblige anyway, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling down, shuffling around with his clothes for a moment before finally freeing him. He sighed, watching you carefully as you reach over to the nightstand and pull out a small bottle of lube, pouring it onto your hand and placing the bottle to the side. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back when you finally touched him.

You sat on his thighs now, slowly jerking him off and watching his every move. You let him touch you for a while, enjoying the feeling of his warm hands trailing up and down your thighs and tightly squeezing when you would move your hand in a particular way. You didn't intend on doing anything other than jerking him off, so you decided to tease and see how much you could get out of him.

“Maybe if you sound real pretty for me I’ll go a bit faster.”

He quickly glanced at you before throwing his head back and letting out a shaky moan, a trembling, “Please just make me cum, I-... I want to cum.” coming out of his mouth. You were not impressed so you stopped your movements, listening to the groan of frustration that came from him. He looked at you, clearly upset “Please, I want to cum very badly.”

“Well, I think I could figure that out myself Dr. I mean, look at you.”

The head of his cock was a bright red, and he was throbbing, and by the way that his cock would twitch you could tell he was close to cumming. You looked down, letting your eyes linger at the sight of his tip leaking precum. You couldn't help yourself, so you used your finger to clean up the precum, and when you were sure that you had gotten all of it you held your fingers up to his mouth. He looked away and you raised an eyebrow at him, surprised by his boldness.

“You must not want to cum that badly, since you've decided to be disobedient.”

He only peeked at you, not letting his gaze linger on you for too long before looking away again. You hummed, licking the cum off of your fingers and moving off of him. He attempted to reach for you but you glared at him and he shrunk back into himself. Face red with want and embarrassment.

You walked yourself to the bathroom and cleaned your hands, coming back out to see him still sitting there. He didn't say anything as you ignored him, and once you were done with your nightly routine you turned to him and tilted your head. “Don't you have work to do, Mikhail?”

Lifeline - boo

This girl is immediately calling you sweet things, as soon as she can - probably before you even get together, the moment she realises she likes you. Always loving, she'll call you all sorts of cute names, but always goes back to 'boo' - it's just short and sweet; nothing fancy, but full of love nonetheless.

"Gotcha somethin' special, boo - (laugh) calm yourself! Ain't no big thing."

Pathfinder - romantic partner

... Okay, he may not be the best at romantic endeavors, but I promise he's trying his hardest for you. Honestly, he'll call you anything you like, just ask him to! But if you leave him to figure it out on his own, you might end up with something... interesting. Hey, maybe you find it endearing?

"I love being your romantic partner, romantic partner!"

Caustic - love

Good luck with getting this guy to call you by your first name, let alone anything sweet. You're going to be mx. [last name] for a long while, sorry about that. But maybe, if you stick by his side long enough to see the softer sides slip through, he'll let a petname slip in a tender moment. The rarity makes it all the sweeter.

"A meal? I see. I suppose I have not been supplying myself with adequate nourishment. Thank you.. love."

Octane - mi vida (my life)

It takes a special someone to steal Octane's heart, considering his... well, everything. How you keep up with this man I do not know and I'm too scared to ask, but he appreciates it more than you know. He lives for the feeling of his blood pumping, heart racing and adrenaline highs - and you certainly make him feel all of it; it's only fitting.

"(laugh) Mi vida, there you are! I've been thinking about you all day!"

Rampart - priya (darling)

Honestly, she doesn't put that much thought into or emphasis on it - she thinks petnames are just a bit of fun, which is fair enough; she prefers showing her love for you in other ways than just a little word. Probably only uses the one, though she doesn't mind being called anything you'd like to call her in return - and I do mean anything. She'll find the humour in it.