#corvus x reader

arkha corvus wasn’t sneaky.

well, he probably was in most areas, the guy was a borderline stranger in the gist of things, but in this regard—

he couldn’t keep himself from glancing at your lips.

how enjoyably unprofessional it was to come into his office with half of your intent being to help, whether it’s assistance with paperwork or a cup of coffee. the other half simply indulging in your own personal reasons.

what better way to spend your afternoon than in the eyes of your handsome boss?

especially with that little habit of his, that was getting more and more prominent by the day. in the middle of conversation he’d maintain eye contact, until that brief moment comes when he glances down—just a simple second.

yet just enough to make you giddy, and chase that lovely feeling by purposefully stopping by when you happened to be dressed nicer than usual.

it worked like a charm. he’d compliment you ever so politely, keeping his stolen glances to himself as best as he could.

you can’t help but call attention to it, so you interrupt yourself while talking.

“are you, uh,” you gesture, enough for him to get the hint, “listening?”

he realizes instantly, eyes widening a little before clearing his throat.

“…yes, of course” he composes himself, “my apologies.”

when his usual smile returns you can’t tell if he’s embarrassed or finds this all amusing as well.

he’s strange in his own mysterious way, which only makes him perfect—at least through your eyes.

A/n: so.. I made brownies um I somehow burnt the life out of them and some how they didn't get cooked all the way some how. I'm never gonna be a good house wife.

Paring: Gachiakuta x s/o reader (seperate)

Summery:This has Tamsy Caines, Zanka , August, Enjin, Gris, Arkha Corvus, Jabber Wonger, bonus Zodyl

Contains:fluff;sfw;spiking food (only in Jabber part);suggestive

Arkha Corvus

Now you just wanted a late-night snack. You got up, lurking to the kitchen. And when you turned to enter the kitchen, you saw him...

Standing still and already looking at you.

“Well, look at you. You having fun?”

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

“Oh, I'm having fun...”

You got a baking sheet out and started getting all the supplies to make chocolate chip cookies.

Corvus just sat there watching and kept asking if you needed help. As the most independent person you are, you said,

“No.” you said In a cranky voice. It's 2 a.m. you just want to get food and get out.

You were making the dough balls and putting them on the baking sheet.

“You're putting them too close together, love. It's gonna be one big cookie.”

You didn't listen to him...

You should have.

You really should have.

You stared at the baking sheet.

“It's all messed up. I can't even bake cookies.”

Tears pricked your eyes—not because you were sad, but from the overwhelming guilt that you had just wasted the supplies.

Corvus huffed to snap you out of your thoughts.

“It's just one big cookie, love. We can still eat it.”

He got up and walked over to you.

He broke off a chunk of the giant cookie and ate it

“It's still good. Don't get yourself down... and maybe listen to me more.”

He didn't say anything mean or snarky. He just gave you a helpful hint.

August.

August was a picky eater.

And you were too. If the texture was funky? Nope. Not with a ten foot pole.

August was different, though. He really liked sweets and I mean very sweet. Like a butt ton of sugar. Maybe that's one of the reasons he's so loud as well.

He also liked comfort food, junk food, easy food, and greasy food, so... really not the healthiest diet.

You were making brownies for everyone at the base. It was all going good until you needed to add the ingredients.

It called for sugar. It wouldn't have been a problem, but you didn't want to get the measuring cups or anything, so eyeballing it would be fine, you thought.

You got to the sugar. It only called for a little, so you very carefully started pouring it in...

Until he showed up.

“HEY! WHATCHA COOKING, GOOD LOOKING?”

He scared you so badly that you accidentally poured the whole bag of sugar into the bowl.

“August! You just made me mess up. It's ruined now.”

You stared at the bowl that was now filled with sugar.

“Oh, my bad. It seems fine to me, sweetness,” he said as he swung an arm around your shoulders.

You couldn't be mad at him. He didn't mean to, and that dumb face was priceless.

You ended up finishing the brownies. You were going to make another batch anyway.

They looked off for sure.

And they tasted sweet.

Way too sweet.

You'd think even Rudo wouldn't like these...Well, never mind. He'd probably still eat everything.

But August thought they were the best thing ever. He was eating them so fast.

“Oh YEAH! This is the stuff!”

You couldn't help but smile.

“You're gonna get it TONIGHT, BABY!”

And just like that, he managed to ruin the cute moment you thought you were having with him.

Enjin

You and Enjin were making a cake for fun. Nothing much, just doing normal couple things.

It was all going fine happy little chats, Enjin flicking flour at you. There were lots of giggles.

You finally got all the ingredients out, and you started making the cake.

Enjin wasn't really helping, mainly making teasing remarks and grabbing and poking at your hips.

Then you needed to go to the restroom, so you left for a bit.

That's when it all went downhill.

He thought he was being helpful by adding the baking powder since that was the next thing. He added it without thinking.

Then he read the box.

It said baking soda and not baking powder

He had just ruined the cake.

He quickly put the baking soda away, hiding the evidence.

He could not tell you.

You came back and continued baking the cake. You finally put it in the oven and waited

“So... theoretically, how upset would you be if... I don't know... the cake didn't turn out?”

He sounded suspicious. You knew something was off, but what?

“Um... I guess a bit. We did everything perfectly... why?”

He just looked around and didn't answer the question.

After a bit, you pulled the cake out.

It looked sad, to put it lightly

“Maybe we added the wrong thing.”

He didn't want to tell you that he had messed up your cake.

“I guess we can make another one tomorrow,” you said.

“I mean... you still have a pretty good cake to me.”

He said it while looking at your ass with absolutely no shame.

Tamsy

You were making cookies since you hadn't had them in a while.

Tamsy was leaning against the counter, watching your every single movement.

Watching you like a hawk.

It was all going fine besides Tamsy's sassy commentary.

“I think I could make them better.”

He's so mean.

He can't do anything without making a rude comment towards you.

“Yeah, thanks for the comments,” you said as you put the cookies in the oven.

“You're welcome, dear. Always happy to help,” he said with a dumb, happy looking smile.

You turned around to get some plates out.

While your back was turned, Tamsy did something...

He turned the oven dial all the way to the hottest setting.

He felt like you weren't being as dependent on him as you should be. He truly believed you needed to follow him and do what he said, even if it was something small.

And he thought he needed to punish you for not listening to him.

You sat down, and he sat beside you.

“You know... you should listen to me more. It suits you,” he said in a condescending voice.

“What? I literally listen to you all the time.”

He let out a low laugh.

What's his deal?

And why do you like him so much?

A few minutes went by before you started to smell something burning.

It was your cookies.

They were burnt to a crisp.

“Maybe if you would've listened to me, it wouldn't have happened,” he said with that dumb smirk.

“Did you do this, Tamsy?” you asked as you picked up one of the burnt cookies

“Maybe... maybe not. Who knows?”

It totally was him.

Does this get him off or something?

Whatever it was, Tamsy ended up making another batch by himself because he couldn't stand the grumpy little look on your face.

Though he didn't feel guilty about it at all.

Gris

You and Gris were making banana bread. He thought it was a good bonding activity. You were having fun with him, just making food together.

Everything was going surprisingly well.

No burnt ingredients, no arguments, no one got distracted.

It was perfect.

You mixed everything together, poured it into the pan, and put it in the oven.

Then you waited.

And waited.

Finally, you pulled it out.

It looked wrong...to put the least. Never mind very wrong..

You poked it.

It felt like a brick

“Gris.”

“Yeah?”

“I don't think banana bread is supposed to do that.”

Gris stared at it, then at you.

Then back at the banana bread

“Did we forget something?”

You both immediately started looking through the recipe.

A few moments later, Gris groaned.

“I think forgot the baking powder.”

Oh

You looked at the bread.

The bread looked at you.

“Well,” Gris said, cutting off a piece.

He took one bite.

Then another.

Then immediately regretted it.

“It's like eating a banana brick.”

You started laughing.

“You shouldn't eat it” you giggle out

“Good bonding activity, huh?” he said

Jabber

Now, cooking for him or even around him was absolute hell.

There were so many things he would do, and they were all annoying.

So annoying, in fact, that it was either go out to eat or make sure Jabber was busy somewhere else.

The first thing he does is cling to you, weighing you down.

Second, he's constantly bugging you.

“Hey... hey... heyyy... why are you making food when you're already a snack?”

Or

“Is it done yet? Hey, I'm hungry. Heyyy... my stomach needs food.”

But the worst one is that he always tries to put some type of poison in it.

Of course, since he loves you, he won't put anything in that can actually harm you.

Just something that will relax you and make you feel good.

Though it has only happened twice that he's actually managed to get it in.

At the moment, you were making noodles while fighting off Jabber at the same time.

“Come on, just let it slide this time. Nothing can happen,” he said as you held out your arm to push him away.

“No bad Jabber shoo.”

You reached over and put your hand on the pot lid.

Making sure he couldn't get anything in.

After a bit, he left...Or so you thought.

As soon as you turned around to grab some bowls, Jabber moved into the next phase of his plan.

He dropped just a little bit of poison into the noodles.

You noticed it immediately.

“JABBER, NO!”

You grabbed his hair and pulled him away from your now-tainted noodles.

Luckily for you, you were able to scoop most of it out since it was colored.

But the noodles still tasted weird.

And your head only got a little fuzzy afterward.

Zanka

Zanka, for starters, doesn't like cooking. It's not because he doesn't know how he actually does. He just thinks it's beneath him, and he's far too prideful to admit otherwise.

You were making grilled cheese. Everything was going perfectly... except for the pair of intense eyes practically burning holes into the back of your head.

It was Zanka.

He watched you like a hawk, making little sassy yet somehow cute comments every few minutes.

"Are you sure that's the right heat?"

Or...

"Hurry up.. I wanna eat with you."

Trying to speed things up because of his constant comments, you accidentally brushed your hand against the hot pan.

"Oh, frick... that hurt."

You grabbed the spot you burned, your soul leaving your body for a solid three seconds before returning.

Zanka stood there with his mouth slightly open, staring at your hand in disbelief.

"How dare it."

He immediately walked over, one hand gently resting on your lower back while the other carefully took your hand to inspect the burn.

"I'll finish it.. Go run it under cold water, then meet me in the lounge."

You blinked at him like he'd just said the craziest thing imaginable.

"Are... you sure?"

Zanka dragged a hand down his face with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes. Run along."

Zodyl

Pairing: Vampire!Gachiakuta x Female Reader

Summary: Like a drug, he's addicted to your blood. It's bitter, sometimes sweet when you're mad at them. "I absolutely adore when you're mad."

Tag/Warning: Vampire AU, angst (?), crossposted on TikTok. Not proofread.

a/n: Joyeux 14 juillet. Si le peuple français s’est déjà soulevé contre l’oppresseur, il peut le faire à nouveau.

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Corvus ⋆˚꩜｡

Once again, the boss had summoned you in his office, already far into the night.

Gently, carefully shaking you as to wake up, he requested, demanded, for some company to fill those endless piles of paper.

But above all, to fill the empty spot on his laps.

From once a month to every week, he’d sometimes disrupt your peace for some unnecessary and unwanted quality time.

It was a whim you had to indulge, sitting on his sofa with your eyes barely open from lack of sleep, groggy and exhausted.

Yet even half awake, you still were mad at him for being so egotistical about your very sleep schedule.

How could he be the one who decided when to sleep?

Muttering under your breath, never out loud, you cursed him at every given opportunity. Slumped over the armrest, your mind struggling to remain at least conscious.

In your head, you were judging everything he did, all the silly questions a human being pulled out of sleep wouldn’t want to answer, all the smiles he gave you.

Criticizing everything, in fact. Even how he breathed.

"Can’t you shut up?"

Sleep deprivation was no joke, it could lead to huge mistakes like forgetting you were indeed talking to your boss.

Only after uttering those words did you realise how aggressive you may have sounded. More than you would’ve thought for something this insignificant.

To be honest, you didn’t really worry about what sanctions would be applied against you in a few seconds, as the boss appeared rather amused and pleased with your behaviour.

Corvus had some reactions that were inexplicable every so often, allowing you alone to disrespect him in this way.

"Come here."

After many minutes of a silence that held his genuine intentions, he finally spoke with a voice that was personification of gentlest itself.

Despite his sharp-eyed gaze on your figure, you deliberately took your sweet time to make it to him. Lazily dragging your feet to his chair.

As you stood right beside his office, head titled as to prove your indifference towards his important position, his eyes scanned you from top to bottom. A feigned nonchalance glimmering in the gray of his eyes.

He was mimicking you, making fun of your petty act.

And in the blink of an eye, without understanding how, you were sat on his lap, trapped like a mouse.

"Why are you so mad?"

He sounded too amused for your liking, completely ignoring the fact you were sleeping minutes ago.

His hands lingered on each part of your body which wasn’t covered by the silk of your pyjamas, awaiting for you answer.

It was a struggle on itself to ignore his grasp and not give him any indication of your enjoyment.

"Leave me alone. I’m tired of you waking me up for absolute nonsense."

His soft chuckle reached your ears as soon as you finished ranting about his twisted habit, hands slowly creeping up to grab your shoulders.

You would have liked it all to be a dream, to wake up and tell him about it, clinging to him, but unfortunately it was your annoying reality.

An even more annoying reality when you felt his fingers unbuttoning the top buttons of your nightgown, mechanically stretching away your collar to bare your skin.

Well, you got a bit less irritated when his lips touched your flesh, kiss delicious as a sweet treat.

Delicate as a feather. Sensual as his very first touch.

"Requesting you near me is no mistake of mine. I absolutely adore when you get all worked up like that, it makes your blood taste so much better," he whispered, before resuming his caress. "Do you allow me to?"

Of course, he’d ask for blood in such circumstances, you should have seen it coming.

His confession wasn’t simple words thrown in the air, they were his true self.

A wicked and mischievous man who’d interrupt your sleep to lick the blood he loved so badly.

"Something’s deeply wrong with you. But whatever it is, I hate it."

Not even a second wasted and his fangs were deep into your flesh, sucking the fruit of his madness in a heavy groan.

"Never stop hating me."

Enjin ⋆˚꩜｡

It was hard to deny Enjin wasn’t addicted to your blood.

More than his cigarettes, it was such an intoxicating substance he could rarely go a whole day without it.

Still, even after heated arguments, he would nearly crawl back to you. Begging for a drop of this liquid that brought him closer to you as ever.

It almost became a habit and he seemed to take a wicked pleasure in this activity, a bright smile illuminating his face whenever you’d succumb to his demand.

Head resting in your palm, you watched him meticulously wiping the corner of his mouth, erasing any hint of what he had just done.

That is, to bite into your flesh to suck out one of the things that kept you alive.

You felt nauseous by the sight of his tongue licking the last bit of blood on his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

"So, are you gonna apologise or not?"

Not at all surprised by your question, he turned his back on you as if he were going to leave without paying his dues.

"For what?" he sneered, brushing his hair back from the tips of his fingers.

He acted like the haughty play you hated, but above all a very annoying one.

"Where do you think you’re going, it was our deal. Don’t mess around, Enjin."

Turning around to you again, he had the nerve, perhaps the courage, to shrug his shoulders. Lips pursed in a way that said, 'What are you talking about, darlin’?'

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about."

Right on target, that bastard was so predictable.

You rose up from your seat, almost leaping towards his imposing figure to tug him down to eyes level.

"Either you apologise or I’ll tell everyone ‘bout your nasty kink."

He giggled, his hands sliding down to your hips, as if the whole thing wasn’t already overwhelming.

"Nothing nasty about licking your blood. It is as pure as an angel’s"

The way his tongue clicked on that last word, lingering on the dubious double entendre stirred something within you.

His cocky smile was cherry on top, the one too many action.

"Enjin, I’m so serious. Apologise for lying straight to my face or no more blood until further notice."

You should have threatened him to do this since the beginning; the colour left his face, becoming as pale as a sheet.

His hand quickly moved towards your hands, tightly wrapping them in his.

His mouth opened and shut immediately, as if his mind raced to find appropriate words to get out of this unbelievable scenario.

"You know what, I shouldn’t have lied to you. Telling you I wasn’t going out with the boys when I knew you waited for me here."

He pulled you a little closer to him, and for once he seemed sincere, even though you couldn't ignore his smile, which told a completely different story.

Softly, without a word, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, face burying itself in the crook of your neck you felt the gentleness of his soft lips on your bare skin.

"I'm sorry, darlin’."

His voice was mellow, even more so his tongue licking you.

"I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

He may be clingy all he wanted, you were still mad at him for his petty attitude.

"I said I was sorry, but don't take away the joy of licking your blood."

You knew his words weren’t an innocent plea for his laughable cause, but indeed a twisted attempt to gain back your sympathy and allowing him to take a bite.

Already thrilled to taste you soon. Now.

"You weirdo, you’ve already had some, but go ahead. I can’t say anything anyway."

You truly were exasperated; this man saw all of his desires, fantasies, and dreams come true in the blink of an eye because of the soft spot you had for him alone.

The smile you sensed on your skin instantly transformed into a sharp sensation, his fangs cutting through your epidermis in a terrifying simplicity.

Yet in a pain that excited far more than it hurt.

"I gotta admit, I pissed you off ‘cause your blood tastes better when I know you wanna knock me off."

Fu ⋆˚꩜｡

You couldn’t tell if Fu was way too polite or scared to be in the same room as you.

Whatever the answer was, it infuriated you.

You hated how his gaze avoided you, how he doubled down on unnecessary pleasantries when he had to talk to you.

But above all, how you sometimes caught him staring intently at your arms.

As if he wanted to ask you something impossible, but couldn't quite bring himself to do so.

You would have complied to any of his requests, truly, but only if he asked for himself, not begging for your orders.

Suddenly, you were pulled out of your internal monologue by Fu tugging on your sleeve. Seemingly trying to stammer out a sentence that made sense.

Much to your dismay, your mission with him was not yet over.

"If we run into an enemy, you really need to give me an order. I'll just be an anvil tied to your leg, otherwise."

Slowly, your pace decreased until it came to a standstill, your mind already blowing with annoyance and frustration.

It took him several seconds, and a visible mental breakdown, before daring to look back, beads of sweat trickling down his face, he looked horrified.

"Come on, Fu. I’m no master of your, do it on your own."

Perhaps because of the nervousness that lived within him in all circumstances and never left him, his whole body stiffened at the hearing of your words.

You felt as if you had committed sacrilege by uttering words he seemed unfamiliar with.

As you watched him fidgeting with his fingers, you couldn’t ignore that irritation that started to creep up in your whole body.

"I- It’s just that I can’t…You have to-"

You let out a sigh that made him stop mid-sentence, his wide eyes still waiting for an order that would never come.

"Yes, you can. Last time you did well and I haven’t asked you a thing. Toughen up, that's my advice."

You may have sounded rude or mean even, but he won't always have someone by his side whispering him what to do or how to do it.

"It’s because last time you…you gave me some of your blood…that’s why."

Beating around the bush for hours on end was his thing. Sometimes you wondered if he wasn’t actually doing it on purpose just to annoy you.

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with fresh air, as to perhaps relax a bit.

"If I promise you a lick of my blood, would you work on your own?"

This sentence did not come out of the depth of your heart, you were even exasperated that you had to say it to finally get him moving.

To finally see his face lighten up with joy.

The big smile that stretched across his lips swiftly got replaced by a more serious expression in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, he became more aware of his surroundings, looking for the faint noise he’d heard behind you.

And without even a flinch, in a heartbeat, the unknown threat had been eliminated, its body hitting the floor in a loud crash.

Astonished wasn’t strong enough to describe the look on your face when you saw him steeping close to you, hands hidden behind his back like a shy child.

"Can I have blood now?"

Still very much bewildered by how composed he appeared, you simply nodded and he didn't wait for any more sign from you before grabbing your arm.

Too gently compared to the show of strength he had just given you.

You didn't even feel the pain of his teeth sinking into your flesh, because you lingered on his expression of satisfaction; he looked so happy drinking your blood.

━━ ❝ can they handle you throwing ass on them? maybe, maybe not. ❞

✦ content. . . suggestive content, lowkey silly, follo nearly cums in his shorts, goka just straight up does, perverted thoughts, ft. corvus, enjin, semiu, bro, tamsy, gris, follo, tomme, august, zodyl, jabber, bundus, and goka

✦ note. . . i had too much fun writing this im not gonna lie, i love doing headcanons like this, thank you to anonnie who asked for this MUAH!! the music notes are youtube links to the songs i listened to+ think fit each character's scenario, and jabber has too because. i said so

arhka c. ♬.ᐟ : 4/10 | "ah…sorry, i wasn't listening, baby, hard to focus when you're moving like…l-like this."

this poor man is struggling the second he hears you scream 'oh my god, i love this song' and you immediately have your ass pressed against his front. his hands at least know to go right to your hips, holding them firmly as his brain tries to catch up with your ass rubbing into him. corvus' brain is buffering, so he's not really moving much, just letting you rub against him as you twerk against him, so he's not really…catching anything. it's not his fault, he's really mesmerized by you. but at least he's got his hands on you instead of just standing there like a board.

enjin ♬.ᐟ : 6/10 | "fuck, we keep this up, boo, an' we're gonna end up fuckin' on the dance floor…"

oh, he's a professional at catching ass, don't get me wrong. enjin can easily move with you like the slut he is. the two of you always have but enjin gets so fucking into it that he genuinely starts forgetting that you're dancing on him. of course, you're just as bad as he is, shifting from twerking to the song to just pressing back into his hips, the way he's moving feeling…oddly familiar in ways that aren't appropriate for the dance floor. if it weren't for him getting hard as fuck on the dance floor to the point he has to pull you away to a more private area to shove his tongue down your throat while your leg is hitched up around his hip so he can grind into you, his score might be a little higher.

Pairing: Gachiakuta Boys x Female Reader

Summary: He absolutely adores it when you trace each of his features from the tip of your finger. "I thrive on your touch."

Tag/Warning: Suggestive content, domestic fluff.

a/n: Please, my bllk requests are open. I really can't bring myself to keep publishing these jokes of writing.

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Enjin ⋆˚꩜｡

Straddled over his body, his hands were tightly gripping your hips, eyes firmly locked on your calm face, focused on your task.

Like a pleasant tingling sensation, the tip of your finger traced the outline of each of his tattoos made him shiver.

Begging for more when, just for a second, you’d lift your finger from this canvas that was his entire body.

He loved above all else those moments behind closed doors, just you and him, when he let you do whatever you wanted of him.

"I think I'm going to stop. You seem bored."

Coming out of his reverie, he gently pulled your arms, forcing you to lean against his bare chest, wrists trapped by his embrace.

"I'll never get bored, please continue."

He sounded beggy, nearly whimpering for more of your attention, music to your ears.

The sight you had of him, crouched beneath your figure, was delightfully sweet for your gaze.

"Here’s my needy man."

You rolled your eyes, amused by his sudden twitch in composure, before bending forward. Closest as ever to his lips.

"Shall I continue, or…would you prefer to do something else?"

A double entendre could imply a whole lot of things, but that gentle and soft whisper filled with devilish hesitation meant only one thing; it was time to shed the last of their clothes.

His lips slowly melted into yours before breaking the embrace, a trail of saliva still connecting you.

"Lemme take care of you…please."

How pitiful he was. Everything you adored. "I don’t know."

Pressing a finger to your pouty lips, faking hesitation with the greatest acting performance, you watched him turn pale, his lips trying to stammer out a comprehensible sentence.

"Please…I need you."

Tamsy ⋆˚꩜｡

The man who held many secrets possessed one that was even more precious, dear to his tender soul.

A secret that only vanished in your presence.

At night, when others were asleep and you would sneak into his room, he’d shed all the layers that hide his battered body.

Presenting himself as vulnerable to you alone.

Among the many scars that marked his body, the ones you cherished most were undoubtedly those that adorned his face.

Even though your fingernails always lingered on each one, never leaving a scar untouched by your gentle caress, the ones closest to his eyes had won your heart.

Both lying in his bed, inches away from each other, he watched you playing with his features, the warmth of your skin transcending deeply within him.

Delicately, as if you were handling a fragile vase, you traced over and over the very same spot.

Each of your strokes procured him a thrilling sensation that spread through all his muscles, better than an adrenaline rush.

Yet, after hours of a silent and restless embrace, he felt your movements becoming weak and sloppy. Watching with amusement as you fought against drowsiness, your heavy eyelids closing of their own.

"I think it's time for me to go."

You mumbled, already asleep, your palm remaining against his cheek.

And gently, being careful not to wake you, he took your hand in his, and slid it up to his neck, forcing your fingers apart so they would completely enclose around his throat.

Every night, when you’d succumb to sleepiness, he’ll melt one last time under your unconscious touch.

Satisfying the unhealthy pleasure of feeling you near his carotid artery.

The closest ever to death.

Just 12 seconds away from atoning for his sins.

He longed for that moment when all he could feel was you.

Zodyl ⋆˚꩜｡

He'll never admit it out loud, but your delicate hands stroking his hair as he lay between your thighs were by far the most important part of his routine.

The bit no one knew about.

Running through his hair, your fingers were so soft and tender he almost forgot he was your boss at the helm of a questionable organisation.

Yet, when he looked up and saw how your mouth twisted into a discreet smile, seemingly happy he had finally granted you a little of his time, he let out a sigh.

"Am I boring you? I can leave you alone if you want."

Your words, betraying a certain fear of disturbing him, annoyed him. Even more than your hand breaking its embrace from him.

And without saying a word, he grabbed your wrist, forcing it back onto his head.

"I didn't say anything. Go on."

Cold, almost threatening, his voice commanded, and you complied. Resuming your caresses with a touch of something extra.

Tracing his jaw, your fingers lingered around his lips, your thumb softly pressed against them.

Paralyzed, he couldn’t do nothing under your spell, eyes following the path of your pupils. The very same who seemed to only distinguish his lips.

Incredulous, he watched you as you bent over his stoic figure, mere inches from doing something so wrong in the eyes of others.

Locking your eyes in his, you observed his lashes fluttering, unable to hold your gaze.

"Can I?"

Simple. Silent. A nod of approval was all he needed to give you every right over him.

Pressing his eyes closed, you broke the few inches that separated you, your lips meeting his in a sweet clash.

Filled with a tenderness he had been lacking for so long.

"Let me help you relax, Zodyl."

Jabber ⋆˚꩜｡

In all the time you had worked together, you had never seen Jabber so calm, docile under your light grasp.

Sitting astride his back, your hand traced each of his muscles. Feeling all of the curves he had worked hard for, sensing every single one of his twitch under your skin.

From the lower of his back to its top, he shivered as your nail brushed against his bare skin, barely able to contain his excitement.

Muffled groans constantly escaping his lips.

"Are you upset?"

You innocently asked, hands reaching his shoulders and your hips leaning in to see more closely if he was angry.

He tensed up when he felt your warm breath caressing his neck and your chest nearly resting on his back.

It surprised you to see him burying his head deep within his arms, as if he was trying to escape from your gaze. Hide something very, very bad.

"Jabber, are you sulking?"

"…No…"

Barely audible, his voice trembled, uttering with a great difficulty this simple word.

"Well then, look at me."

No response at first, all you could heard was his heavy breathing. Yet all it took was a firmer pinch on his shoulders for him to deign to look at you.

Pitiful.

His eyes were full of a lustful gleam he desperately needed to get out of his mind. It was hard to ignore.

You could see how flushed his cheeks had become, the dim lighting adding an orangeish hue to a scene that was already full of warmth.

"Jabber, you need help?"

Letting out an even louder groan, he simple nodded yes to your, very easy question, allowing your touch even further on his body.

"You’re a sight for sore eyes. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you."

Whispered for his ears only to hear, your voice sounded like an angel fallen from heaven.

Corvus ⋆˚꩜｡

Silently, discreet as a mouse sneaking into the attic, he squeezed himself within your room. Sinking into the depths of secrecy and whispered revelations.

Your room was engulfed in the darkness of the night, yet he could still make out your silhouette.

Arms wrapped around a pillow, a peaceful expression plastered across the face, you were at rest.

Approaching you, he knelt at your bedside, admiring the sleepiness slowly dripping out of you.

"I’m sorry, it’s late. But I need to feel your touch."

He whispered in your ear, breathless, almost trembling.

A soft chuckle echoed over the room, your eyes slowly adjusting to better praise the immodesty behind his gaze.

"Here’s my needy boss."

Stretching your arm out to him, your fingers leisurely rubbed against his jaw, cupping his chin like the good boy that he was.

"Gosh…"

He sounded more like a pathetic man than anything remotely close to being your boss.

Sluggish, deliberate, your nail traced all over to his neck, lingering on his throat.

His breathing, heavy and irregular, fasten up the moment your finger moves lower down his chest.

Spreading your hand open on his torso, warmth slipping through the fabric of his thin, and tightly wrapped, shirt.

It was as if he melted under your caresses, his heart pounding against your palm, clutching your wrist so that your skin would never leave his.

He loved it most when, half-lying on top of him, you rested your head against his chest, listening closely to the beating of a heart that seemed to stop when you weren't there.

It wasn't your fingers tracing every curve of his body that he adored, it was feeling your whole weight pressed against him.

"I love it." He sighed.

But with a mischievous smile, you withdrew your hand and pulled the blanket back over yourself. Turning over in bed, your back facing his incredulous eyes.

In one swift gesture, he stood up and leaned over your lying figure, almost throwing the blanket across the room to finally find you.

You had to stifle a little laugh, afraid of waking up half the barracks.

"Looks like you really need me, boss."

Holding his jaw in the palm of your hand, your thumb made its way to his lips, brushing them like a feather.

An act that was anything but innocent and devoid of malice, which increased his sensitivity tenfold, much to your delight.

Disagreement

warnings: none

note: small drabble based on a B99 bit.

Corvus and his partner have a “vicious argument” in front of the other cleaners.