#follo 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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It’s quiet and peaceful between you two. The soft intimacy of it all proves to be more relaxing than the actual act of you brushing his hair. And in all honesty, Tamsy finds himself dozing off again. Your hands are gentle as they work, taking care not to pull too hard. You must braid some of the strands together, because there is a slight tug, but not enough to cause him any actual pain. Something suddenly makes you laugh.

“It’s so unfair how soft and silky his hair is,” you say to yourself. You grin when a wicked idea hits you. “I should give him a silly hairstyle before he wakes up.”

At that, Tamsy makes the mistake of involuntarily tensing. You laugh harder, and knowing that the ruse was up, he slowly opens his eyes. A soft smile graces your features, and the setting sun peeks through the windows, casting your body in an angelic-like glow. Tamsy realizes that his head is lying in your lap, his legs dangling off the couch in your shared room.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” you tease. “You sleep all right?”

“Hmm. I must still be dreaming cause there’s an angel above me right now,” Tamsy replies, making you flush. “How long was I asleep?”

“Only a couple of hours. I was talking to you, and you all of a sudden stopped responding.” You laugh a little at the memory. “You fell asleep on the couch of all places, so I figured you were tired.”

Tamsy frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I did that.”

“Don’t be. You must’ve needed the rest.” You run your fingers through his hair again. “Let’s just enjoy the downtime. It has been a long day.”

“That it has,” Tamsy exhales a sigh, closing his eyes as he relaxes into your touch once more.

follo tunito

Follo loves how clingy you get when you’re tired, because it makes him feel wanted and like he can protect you.

It’s become a habit ever since the two of you started dating for you to latch on to him, and you’ll often take a nap somewhere in HQ. Usually in one of your rooms, but Tomme has caught the two of you passed out on the couch in the lounge, tangled up in each other’s arms, and one time, Follo had been hospitalized due to an injury, and you snuck into the infirmary to lie with him in the bed.

It was disgustingly cute. And the others often teased him for being the little spoon, which often made Follo insecure. So you had taken to trying to let him be the one who latched on to you, but it was almost comically inevitable that you would end up wrapped up around him instead, like a koala. On the way home from a particularly exhausting assignment proved to be no different.

Gris was driving for once, and much to everyone’s relief. The ride back to HQ was mostly quiet, except for quiet music from the radio, as everyone was too exhausted to hold a conversation.

You were nodding off. The seatbelt strained as you kept leaning forward, and you would’ve been kissing the floor if it weren’t for it. Eventually, you collapsed against Follo’s shoulder when the car made a sharp turn. He was too tired himself to really notice at first. His head lolled against the window as he dozed in and out of sleep.

Your cold hands made him jolt awake.

Follo blinked some of the sleepiness out of his eyes, his vision still slightly blurry when he looked down at you. Your cheek was still pressed against his shoulder, but you had somehow wrapped yourself around his arm, which seemed wildly uncomfortable with the seatbelt somewhat in the way.

“Hey, you’re gonna hurt your neck like that,” Follo murmured, trying to sit you up. You mumble something incoherent and collapse back on him, like metal attracted to a magnet. Sighing, he does his best to adjust you so that the seatbelt isn’t cutting into your skin. But you still end up lying against his shoulder, seemingly dead to the world, making Follo smile softly.

Later, when the entire vehicle has fallen silent, Gris looks back through the rear view mirror to see that everyone has fallen asleep. Follo’s head lolls back against yours, the two of you pressed close to each other with your hands intertwined between you.

enjin

Enjin was not much of a cuddler.

He finds the action stifling and borderline clingy at times, all things that he dislikes. It’s one thing if you’re watching a movie or something together and he tucks you under his arm, but spooning is not something you’ll expect to receive from him. Or that’s what he keeps telling you, despite how his actions portray the exact opposite.

You wake up in the middle of the night with no real explanation why. Through bleary eyes, you could barely make out the 3:15 am on the nearby alarm clock. Beside you, Enjin sleeps soundly, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths. One of his strong, tattooed arms was wrapped around your waist.

Wiggling out of his hold, you sleepily and quietly make your way out of the room to find something to drink in the kitchen. Still rather half asleep, you don’t actually make it back to your and Enjin’s bedroom. Instead, you lie across the couch in the lounge and promptly pass back out.

When you wake up to the sun filtering through the curtains, you immediately notice how warm you feel. Much to your surprise, Enjin is nearly lying on top of you. You’re pressed to the back of the couch with your boyfriend, having squeezed in to the little remaining space on the cushions. And with him so close to you, the heat radiating off his body has you sweating.

His arms are wrapped securely around your middle with his head against your chest. This leaves his legs mostly dangling off the edge of the couch uncomfortably. A blanket you don’t remember grabbing is draped across you.

“Enjin, what are you doing?” You mumble. Your memory begins to return and you recall how you passed out on the couch when you were coming back from the kitchen. But that didn’t explain why Enjin was here. “Why are you on the couch too?” When you try to sit up, he groans and tightens his arms around you. “Enjin. Come on. I have to pee.”

“No…” he grumbles.

“No?!” You don’t know whether to laugh or not. Sighing, you run your fingers through his hair, causing him to shift ever so slightly. Never would you imagine you’d see the day when your boyfriend was acting so clingy and oddly gentle. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you on the couch?”

Enjin blinks up at you sleepily before turning and resting his head back against you. “The bed was just cold without you.”

zanka nijiku

Zanka gets flustered easily, and the fastest, most surefire way to do so is to ask to cuddle. His family has never been the most affectionate type, so receiving any type of touchy-feely behavior genuinely makes his brain short-circuit.

Over time, though, it’s like he becomes addicted to your hugs and cuddles. He genuinely craves it, especially after such a long day, and he gets pouty if you don’t shower him with your love immediately when he returns. Zanka will never admit that out loud, though, and will mope around until you finally realize something is wrong.

“Zanka, is something bothering you?” You question. He had been short with you ever since Team Akuta returned, giving you somewhat of the cold shoulder, which left you confused and, albeit, a bit irritated, as you don’t know what you did wrong.

“No,” Zanka dismisses, barely even sparing you so much as a glance, which made you know that he was lying. “Just a bit tired. Don’t worry about it.”

He turns his attention back to polishing his Lovely Assistaff, and the conversation ends there. You frown, the slightest bit of annoyance ticking your jaw. Sighing, you stand to leave.

“Fine, be like that,” you huff.

Zanka says nothing. But he can’t ignore the ache and longing feeling in his chest that constricts tighter when he hears you walk away. He knows he was being an idiot, and fighting with you over something so stupidly small and insignificant was childish. Plus, the last thing he truly wanted was to put a strain on your relationship when the issue could simply be resolved if he communicated his needs better.

Sighing, Zanka puts Lovely Assistaff down and turns to call for you when suddenly, a weight drops against his backside. Your arms wrap around him tightly.

“W-What are you doing?” Zanka asks, turning his head away to keep you from seeing the red spreading across his cheeks.

“Charging you,” you muffle against his back.

“Charging me?”

“Hm. You said you were tired. So I’m gonna hug you until your battery is restored.” The way you said it so casually yet so seriously made Zanka crack a smile. Then, he laughed. You look up at him, that stupidly cute smile of yours making him forget all reason. “Is it working?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Zanka turns and wraps his arms around you. “It’s working.”

gris rubion

Gris is the type to put you first even when he’s tired.

There have been multiple times when he’s carried you from the car because you’ve fallen asleep, or helped you to bed when you dozed off on the couch. He’s always doting on you. And Gris does it merely because he likes to take care of you.

“You doing alright, sweetheart?” Gris asks, tracing a hand down the back of your bare shoulder. He shifts slightly to adjust you in his lap, the water sloshing around you. After a long day of work, which left you grimy and feeling dirty, Gris offered to run you a warm bath. You asked him to join you, and now here you both were, basking in each other’s company.

“Mhm. Never better,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. Gris continues to trace his hands up and down your body, gently caressing your shoulders, your waist, and your hips, before giving your ass a playful squeeze. “Gris,” you warn, a playful smile tugs across your face.

“Sorry. Sorry,” he laughs. He wraps his arms tighter across your waist, and you relax into his embrace. Even though he was so tall that his knees bent uncomfortably in the small tub, Gris didn’t complain. Just having you this close to him was enough.

Taking the washcloth, Gris lathers it with soap. He rubs gentle circles on your back before moving down your arms, covering them with sudsy bubbles. His touch is so comforting and protective in a sense. Soft, sensual, yet intimate. It begins to lull you off to sleep. Gris chuckles as you nod forward, and he has to steady you to keep you from falling face-first into the tub.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”

“Hm? No. I’m awake,” you say, though it is a blatant lie. You shiver slightly when he squeezes the washcloth, ringing out the lukewarm water down your back to rinse the soap off. Gris presses a kiss on the back of your bare shoulder. He reaches past you to pull the plug from the tub. The water begins to swirl down the drain.

“Time for bed, sleepyhead,” Gris says. A soft smile adorns his face as he grabs the fluffy towel to wrap around you. “Come on. I got you.”

jabber wonger

Jabber is insanely clingy and doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

He constantly demands your attention, and 100 percent of it at that. You could be trying to work on some papers for the boss, and he'll take them out of your hand while throwing himself across your lap. Or if you act like you're going to lie down without him, here comes Jabber, doing whatever he can to prevent you from relaxing. At times, you think he does it on purpose. You never get to know a moment's peace with him around.

"Babe~" Jabber whines. He hangs over the couch you're lying on, poking at your cheek. "Babe, don't ignore me. Hey!"

You sigh, a headache throbs at the base of your temple. You swat his hand and bring the book you're trying to read closer to your face. "Jabber, I have the day off for once. Can you please let me read my book?

"But I think the new poison I made was actually a sedative, and now I'm about to pass out."

"Wait...What?!"

Your boyfriend grins, and then his eyes are rolling back. His body goes slack, which has him sliding off the couch. You jump to try to grab him, but you're a second too slow and can't stop him from hitting the floor. "Jabber! What the hell!? Goddammit."

Jabber giggles deliriously as you shake him. Whatever he drugged himself with causes his muscles to spasm, and his eyes appear glassy, unfocused. His head then lolls back limply, and he's out like a light.

"Idiot," you huff. "Couldn't you have given me more of a heads-up? What even is the antidote?" Of course, he doesn't respond, so now you have to figure out how to take him back to his room. Hooking your arms under his armpits, you strain as you drag him down the hall, but he's so tall and heavy that it's difficult to keep a decent hold on him.

Jabber is dead weight when you manage to finally heave him onto his bed. You're irritated and beyond exhausted by this point. You collapse beside him, ready to pass out yourself. But seeing Jabber's sleeping face, relaxed and oddly calm, you can't help but appreciate how handsome he is up close.

you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.

you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”

his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.

“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.

his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.

he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”

none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.

the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.

“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.

tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.

tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”

he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.

he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.

you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.

humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.

follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”

Enjin

Enjin is the type of guy to brag about being able to keep up with you then completely crumble behind closed doors

"Shit, slow down- my dick's about to fall off!"

his chest heaves with every sigh and breathless plea that fell onto deaf ears

he tries to fulfil whatever nasty fantasies you may have (unless it involves his ass; nothing is allowed in there) but it always ends the same way

it always ends with him lying on his back, complaining about how unsatiable you are with a fucked out look on his face while you ride him into oblivion

when he really feels like he's at his limit he makes quick work of flipping you over in order to use his mouth on you

he will literally give you head for as long as you want; anything to give his dick a well deserved break

Follo Tunito

poor Follo was a certified virgin before meeting you so his first sexual parner being so...intense was no easy feat

he gets overstimulated so easy but he wouldn't even dream of stopping you before you're satisfied

he defo needs a safe word because there's NO way he's able to keep up..

he gets embarrassed whenever he cums too quickly but he just cant help it :(((

be sure to praise him and reassure him that he's doing well because he really is trying his best!

DEF a crier and he's so cute too UGHHH MY BABY

by the time you're done with him he's a spent mess, dazed and babbling mindlessly

pls give him the best aftercare, he deserves it :(

August Stilza

talks a big game AND can back it up

he can be just as freaky as you are and has no qualms about going at it like rabbits for hours on end

no matter how tired he gets August will keep slamming his hips into you until you tell him to stop

chances are you guys have fucked on every possible surface of his workroom

he does a great job keeping up with you but it's still possible to wear him out

he's down for whatever you may want to try (including butt stuff unlike Enjin) but when he finally gets tired he gets lazy

"Man, I'm beat!" he'd sigh, falling back into his mattress with his legs spread "Do what you wan't but I'm not movin'!"

and he will literally lay there until you have him dry cumming and twitching

don't worry though, after a power nap he's ready to fuck you/get fucked senseless all over again!

Tamsy Caines (my wife...<3)

he knows just how to handle you without burning himself out too quickly

he's actually quite fond of how needy you can be

his mouth is extremely skilled as well as his hands; he can use them to tame you some before giving you what you really want

i also think Tamsy is a HUGE sadomasochist

he'd tie you up with his tokushin and give you head until you cum at least thrice

he doesn't give you breaks either; its always back to back orgasms with this guy but that's exactly what you were asking for, isn't it?

sometimes he likes to leave you tied up and untouched while he jerks himself off over you just to watch you squirm all teary eyed

he loves it when you beg; maybe if you sweet talk him enough he'll fuck you sooner

other times, when he's feeling extra generous, he'll lay back and let you have your way with him (not without making you work for it though)

Arkha Corvus

a s/o with high libido? lightwork

he can deal with it no problem

he'll manhandle you and fuck you into next week without even breaking a sweat

despite his reserved tendencies his stamina is unmatched

unfortunately you'll never get to see Corvus worn out and overstimulated

no matter how hard you try, you always end up being the one in that state even if it seemed impossible before

he likes to sit back in his office chair and watch you try your best to ride him, smirking while you fall apart on top of him

then once you've decided you were too tired to continue he'd bend you over his desk and take things into his own hands

there's a safe word in place just for YOU because when you complain about him being too much, he's just going to tease you

"Too much? But isn't this what you wanted?"

every time Corvus gets his hands on you he leaves you a shaking mess but you would never have it any other way <3

Jabber Wonger

oh baby he's in LOVE

everyone knows how much of a masochist he is

he'd let you fuck him anywhere and any time you want until neither of you can cum anymore

any position you want him in he's there before you can even finish your sentence

a lot of pathetic begging come's from Jabber, even when he's not exactly sure what he's begging for

harder? softer? does he want you to speed up or slow down? he has no clue but whatever you're doing to him just hurts so good

he's very vocal and doesn't shy away from telling you exactly what he's feeling or thinking

he's not above free use; it doesn't matter what he's doing, the minute you tell him to drop his pants they're gone!

even if you guys have a safe word he is never ever going to use it

hell, you could fuck him until he passes out and he still wouldn't care if you kept going!

when Jabber's reaching his limit he starts drooling and his hips buck uncontrollably while his words start to slur, but even then he'll still complain if you dare to stop

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