When he's a golden retriever in public but anything but that in bed
He's always had a personality in the public of oh he's too sweet and charming, the golden retriever, cutie who helps old ladies cross the street, the one who crams his girlfriend's family members names and birthdays, the one who carries all your shopping bags and never let's you lift a finger, who takes you out on dates to celebrate any achievement, who drives you everywhere. He's the perfect text book golden retriever boyfriend in public but in private it's a whole different story
When he has you face down in the bed sheets crying from over stimulation as he plows back and forth into you whilst you're shaking and barely staying up on your knees if not for his hands keeping you on your knees and arching your back perfectly so he can fuck your cunt just how he wants.
"S'too much" you slur out whilst squeeze the sheets beneath you to get a sense of stability "sorry love it's just that you look so good today─ and everyone kept looking at you and nngh fuck" he rasps when you squeeze around his swollen cock, the compliments going from your head all the way to your cunt.
Nobody would think that it's your boyfriend who couldn't hurt a fly that has his hand squeezing the fat of your hips and fucking up into your ass and rearranging your guts.
"S─shit right t─there" you whine while he pistons into your with his balls slapping against your clit driving you crazy, every thrust sending closer and closer over the edge.
The sheer size of him overwhelming you backed with how many times he's made you cum has tears running down your face and ruining your makeup
"S──so tight, all mine fu─ck... No one else mine mine MINE nghh" he's so fare gone after going about this for hours his cock twitching inside you.
"I'm gonna, I'm c─cum─" you cry into the pillow body shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his cock, spasming and gushing all over his cock. Finally you felt his cum flowing deep into you fill you up to the brim the frothy mix of both of your releases forming a ring at the bottom of his dick.
Still recovering from the high you notice he hasn't stopped moving in you, his cock is still going at that punishing pace, like he doesn't even realize he's still fucking you and talking to himself in a daze "ah fuck so good baby , too good your pussy feels too aghh"
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+ completely (un)necessary ‘n highly scientific breakdown of what’s actually going on down there (dick hcs)
warnings. 18+, mdni, literally whole post is tmi abt cock n balls. unrealistic descriptions of dicks. pubic hair. cum. wrote this 4 funsies. lots of bias in tamsy part srry. unedited ‘n messy writing. everyone is aged up ‘n is an adult ok. scents. gn! reader.
ENJIN — It isn’t thick but it’s Long. Definitely long. Pretty ‘n uncut. It’s a little curved, with veins on the underside. The sheer length alone has you cryin’ on it. He teases you about it, that sly, cocky smirk on his face. He knows he’s packing. He’s a shower and a grower, and oftentimes you can see the print through his sweats. Tan’ish colored tip, and he oozes out runny pre. He tastes kinda salty and he’s hairy, with a blonde happy trail. His balls are fat, round and he cum’s in ropes. Sticky, milky cum. Doesn’t really smell like anything. Prob has tats on it, maybe a piercing if you catch my drift.
GRIS — THICK. The grith is insane, stretches you out. 6-7 inches. It’s a little darker at the base, and also uncut. Angry red/pinkish tinted tip, leaky so so leaky. He gets hard and suddenly his boxers have a big wet patch on ‘em. He’s hairy, but not like jungle hairy, keeps his hair trimmed. He’s doesn’t have a taste but i feel like he’d have a musky scent. He takes good care of himself.
ZANKA — Long ‘n skinny, still manages to prod right at your cervix. Circumcised. Doesn’t have many veins, just the one running down his shaft but it’s enough to catch your eye. His tip’s pink ‘n flushed ‘n impossibly cute, and he’s soo sensitive. Tries to act like he isn’t, but just a little rub or lick to his tip, even a kiss and his slit’s already droolin’. No hair—feel like he’d wax, and if there’s any, it’s barely visible, thin and light. Probably tastes a little salty, though somehow with sweet undertones that throw you off. He’s well-groomed, duh. It’s legit Zanka.
TAMSY — Just like the rest of his appearance, his dick is also angelic ‘n really really pretty <33. Prettiest dick ever. Trust. A grower and he’s circumcised. His balls are so heavy ‘n round ‘n soft, they’re super sensitive. His cock curves a little, and his tip is a really pale pink, and when there’s pre on the tip, it’s shiny ‘n resembles a licked lollipop. He’s not that hairy, deff has hair but it’s blonde and thin, not super visible. Probably tastes salty sometimes, cause there is no way he’s not sweating under all those heavy ass layers of clothes.
JABBER — HUGE. He’s hung and big and massive. Uncut. A shower and a grower. Legit, gets bigger inside of you. Has a couple veins runnin’ down his cock, and he cums buckets. Big, fat breeder balls. His tip is crazy, round ‘n bulbous, and a bit darker than his actual skin tone. He’s hairy, like real hairy ‘n the hair is darker in color and kinda coils/curls. Might, have a piercing just ‘cause he likes pain ‘n just ‘cause I said so. He’s kinda gross ‘n probably tastes bitter. (still swallowing <3)
CORVUS — One look at this man ‘n you can just tell it’s big. He’s a shower. Circumcised. Really pretty, it’s curved to the right ‘n a couple veins. Cums in spurts and he’s thick, but not too thick to hurt. Feels sooo good when he’s inside ‘n he definitely knows how to use it. Minimal hair, and he tastes sweet, doesn’t have a particular scent. Well groomed and takes good care of himself.
You didn’t mean to hear it — but you did. He’d muttered something about not being able to stand needy women. It hit you harder than expected. Fine, he wanted space ? Then he’d get a taste of indifference.
When you walked past him without a flinch, he froze for a second. The smirk returned fast. “What, you mad or something ?” You just met his eyes — then deliberately looked away. The silence stretched.
He followed you, pretending not to care. “You’re seriously not gonna talk ? Fine. Play your game.” His voice cracked slightly. You ignored him. He wasn’t used to being invisible.
That night, a knock on your door. “…You’re awake ?” His voice was softer, stripped of bite. You didn’t answer. He leaned against the frame. “I said some stupid shit earlier. You weren’t supposed to hear it. You don’t drain me. You… keep me from going quiet myself.”
Your hand twitched on the handle but didn’t turn it. He muttered, “It’s not funny anymore… I don’t like when my girlfriend goes quiet.”
The next day, he stopped in front of you. “Seriously, don’t mess with that.”
“I won’t talk until you admit what you did wrong.”
“I was an idiot,” he admitted. “Saying all that crap about needy people… I need you. Always. Everything slows down when you’re not there.”
You softened. “You could’ve just said that.”
“I’m not great at words. But I mean it — you make everything feel less empty.”
You stepped closer. “Then don’t push me away again.”
“I won’t,” he said, holding your hand. “You’re stuck with me now. Twenty-four seven.”
Zanka
When Zanka called you annoying, you decided to give him the silent treatment. He tried to ignore it — keyword : tried.
At first, he grinned. “Oh, a little shy, are we ?”
Then came the pacing. By the third ignored comment, he was visibly irritated. He started slamming things just a bit too loud. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize people couldn’t hear today,” he muttered under his breath. You saw through it — he was desperate for a reaction.
By dusk, the composure cracked. “Alright, that’s it. You win. Just — talk to me again.” His tone was sharp, but the edge was worry, not anger. “It’s weird when you’re not yelling at me. It’s too quiet.”
You kept your cool, though the warmth in your chest gave you away. He sighed. “Next time you want revenge, trip me. It’s faster.”
“I’ll remember that,” you replied. The sound of your voice made him exhale in relief.
“Did I really throw off the balance that badly, honey ?” you teased.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Your chaos makes the silence feel right when it finally comes.” His gaze softened. “Don’t do it again. It felt like walking into an empty room.”
You smiled. “Promise. You need your chaos, right ?”
“Exactly,” he muttered, taking your hand. “Now let’s go be loud somewhere.”
Tamsy
Tamsy noticed your silence immediately. He didn’t panic, but concern crept across his face. “Hey… you good ? Did I do something ?” You stayed absorbed in your task.
He didn’t hover, just stayed nearby, observing you quietly. His eyes followed your movements, calm but worried. Hours passed. He scribbled a note and slid it under your door: Are you okay ? I’m worried. Please talk again so I know you’re not hurt.
You stifled a laugh. A few minutes later, he appeared at the doorway, hands clasped, posture tense but controlled. “There… you laughed.” Relief softened his features. He didn’t rush in; he just waited, giving you space while letting you see the depth of his care.
You looked up at him, heart lighter. “I’m fine,” you said softly.
His lips curved into a gentle, slow smile. “Good. I just… I don’t like worrying like that. Makes me feel useless.”
You stepped closer. “You’re not useless, Tamsy. You just care too much.”
He nodded, eyes sincere. “I can’t help it. I need to know you’re okay. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
You let him reach out, fingers brushing yours. The warmth spread slowly, the tension dissolving. “Promise me you won’t disappear when things get quiet,” he said.
“I promise,” you whispered.
Gris
Gris usually gave you space, but this was different. Your silence wasn’t peaceful — it was distance directed at him. He searched for signs, small gestures, anything to gauge your mood. When nothing came, he grew quietly anxious.
By the second day, the tension was almost physical. That night, he found you in the hallway. “…If this is about me crossing a line,” he said, calm but heavy, “you could’ve just told me. I need honesty.” His voice was low, not angry, just cautious. “I thought maybe I finally said something that drove you away. You can be honest with me. I can take it.”
You realized he wasn’t confused — he was hurt. He had taken your silence as real rejection, the kind that could make you leave. Slowly, you reached out, brushing his sleeve. “Gris, it was just a joke. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”
He exhaled, shoulders easing fractionally. His eyes softened, the tension in his chest melting. “Good,” he murmured. “Didn’t want to lose your voice too. Don’t do that again.”
You stepped closer. His gaze stayed on you, steady and warm. “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re too important to me to ever be ignored like this.”
Jabber
At first, Jabber found your silence hilarious. “Ohhh, the silent treatment thing, huh ? Bet I can last longer than you !”
He was wrong. Hours later, he was dramatically collapsing on the floor. “Your silence is killing me ! Pay attention to me !”
Eventually, the chaos faded into genuine worry. He leaned against the wall beside you, voice quieter than ever. “Seriously, I can’t deal with this. I need your voice. Even if it’s to call me an idiot. It’s creepy when you’re quiet like this.”
You finally looked at him. “You’re an idiot, Jabber.”
His face lit up instantly. “Yes ! I know ! Say it again !”
You laughed softly. “You’re a chaotic, loud idiot who needs to learn to give people space.”
He grinned, eyes warm. “I won’t do it again. I just… I’m not good when you’re not around.”
He pulled you into a quick hug, messy and sincere. “Okay ! Now that we’re talking, we have so much noise to catch up on !”
𓏲𝄢 𓈒 embarrassing moments during sex !! ◞ ft. gachiakuta guys + fem! reader
꒰ ˚ ₊ gris ♡ིྀ ꒱
after a long night of gris fucking you into the mattress, his warm hands planted firmly on your hips from behind, the two of you were completely spent. so, it’s only natural that the two of you fell asleep like that; gris still holding you tight, and his cock still buried deep, even as you both snore away. when morning rolled around, you’d assume gris would just pull out and start his day, right? well, no. because he’s in a bit of a.. predicament. he’s stuck. through the night, you clenched around his cock and somehow trapped him inside of you. gris just decides to fall back asleep and deal with it when you’re back awake.
꒰ ˚ ₊ jabber ♡ིྀ ꒱
jabber insisted that you choke him tonight. despite his injuries from a fight earlier that day, you decided to do it for him anyways— he probably wouldn’t accept a ‘no’ for that, anyways. so, you complied; hands wrapped around his neck as your hips roll against his. a moan leaves your lips, hands twitching and tightening against him as your pace quickens. and just as your hands grip his neck a little tighter; jabber lets out a choked groan. his eyes roll back, and a low gurgle leaves his throat. you blink, pausing every movement as you stare back at him. he goes limp for a few seconds, mumbled leaving his lips before he jolts back to life.
“hey— why’d you stop—?!” he yelps, eyebrows furrowing. “that was so good— my life flashed before my eyes, for real!”
꒰ ˚ ₊ enjin ♡ིྀ ꒱
enjin doesn’t mind getting a bit frisky in public. honestly, he quite likes it; the thought of potentially getting caught has him rock hard. so you weren’t surprised when his hand started creeping up your thigh as the two of you sat in the car— with like, practically every other cleaner sitting near you both. maybe not that many… but it sure felt like it. enjin, though, doesnt care. his fingers just keep moving up, eventually finding themselves under your pants and rubbing against your panties. just as he was going to slip them under, finally touching you properly; rudo’s yells out.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ENJIN?!” rudo shouts in horror, before reaching over to shove at his arm. “LET GO OF HER!” he wails, mistaken. it seems he came to a different conclusion than others would.
꒰ ˚ ₊ zanka ♡ིྀ ꒱
zanka, despite his protests, is not the best at taking off his clothes in these intimate moments. he likes to pretend he’s good at it; but you both know the truth. this is why he likes it more when you do it for him. but tonight, he’s decided he wants to try one more time.
“no,” he shakes his head, lightly shoving you to lay down on the bed: “i’ve got this.” zanka reassures with a grin, lifting a hand to shimmy his pants down. he moves to kick them off— but his foot gets caught. and in just a few seconds, he’s already flipped and landing face-first onto the bed, lightly bouncing on the mattress beside you. he just sighs in embarrassment.
hella impressed. looks you up and down a few times before making a comment. “fuuuck, you’re killing me. do you always look like that?” instantly realizes his comment might come off bad, then rephrases. “look that good i mean.” crosses his arms, wearing a big, giddy ass smirk the rest of your conversation. his eyes find themselves wandering occasionally just so he doesn’t miss out on your extra shine today.
rudo
extremely expressive. wide eyed, gobsmacked. “.. what the.” literally staring at you like you’re a goddess. you could ask him a question and he’s so absorbed in admiring your features that he doesn’t even notice. when snapping back to reality, he’s completely red in the face, repeating his words and apologizing for zoning out like a broken record. “wha— i- yeah, i .. i agree? i- i think?”
zanka
completely thrown off to the point he gets all flustered and fidgety. makes attempts to pretend he isn’t distracted, but immediately loses track of whatever you were saying, and just stares awkwardly for a few moments. “.. uh.. s- shit, what were’ya sayin’?” subtly keeps looking your way. he regrets acknowledging the way you smile and look at him, because now it’s all he can think about.
gris
attempts to stay professional. stares for a bit before adjusting himself. he’s calm and collected, but his responses come slower. its obvious he can’t focus properly. subconsciously finding himself staring more often than he’d like, mentally lecturing himself about it afterward.
tamsy
shifts his weight, eyes widening for a split second before regaining composure. if you call him out, he admits his fascinations. “i can’t help but notice you’re looking quite nice today, aren’t you?” he coos, tilting his head. twirls his hair in his fingers a bit while smiling at you as you continue on.
jabber
raises an eyebrow, then laughs it off immediately, muttering some vague shit loud enough for you to hear — “damn! are you tryin’ to throw me off on purpose??” stares at you with a huge, freaky grin that shows he is no longer listening to what you’re saying, too busy watching your lips move as you speak (well, likely lecturing now)
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tall tales and gossip spread fast around headquarters, but are any of them true? ┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ gachiakuta men secret kinks
꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on the disc: enjin, gris rubion, tamsy caines, follo tsunīto
꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dom & sub reader, edging, spanking, degradation, wax play, light bondage, praise, consensual free üse
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that ENJIN actually likes to be dominated in bed. but there’s no way that’s true, just look at him.”
his rugged appearance sends off a daunting message that he isn’t one to be toyed with, but underneath that persuasive persona is a man who wants to remove the weight from his shoulders and relish in the way your hands move against his slicked cock.
“hah— please baby, you gotta speed up f'me,” he slurs. your hand moves meticulously with vigour, up and down his length as precum carelessly spills from his slit and coats over your skin. his cock is an angry shade of red as it throbs in your grasp.
“just need that warm mouth. please, please baby i need it!” enjin babbles out with a grunt once your pointer finger dips in the gushing tip to collect his juices and trails it down the prominent vein on his cock, towards his heavy balls.
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..”
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Relationship headcanons for the Gachiakuta characters🤩
(dada Enjin ofc😛, Zanka… maybe even August and Jabber’s goofy asses🤣 Gris and Riyo, whoever you wanna add girl!) 💕
What would they be like in a relationship, how did they get together, and whatever other details you can think of🤭
“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”
a/n: first time writing gachiakuta headcanons for multiple characters… kinda nervous…
but wrote this while listening to lloyd’s be the one and i went ham 😼
ft. enjin, zanka nijiku, august stilza, jabber wonger, riyo reaper, rudo surebrec, gris rubion, follo tunito, tamsy caines, zodyl typhon
enjin
enjin does not fall in love quietly. it starts as irritation. you talk back. you don’t flinch. you don’t look at him like he’s something dangerous that needs to be tiptoed around. immediately suspicious.
the way you get together is the most accidental thing ever. one day you’re bantering during a mission, the next you’re patching him up, sitting way too close, and he suddenly realizes he likes the sound of your voice more than his own thoughts. which is insane. he hates that.
he flirts like he’s joking until he realizes you flirt back just as easily. then suddenly he’s the one getting flustered, cigarette paused mid-air because did you just say that?
enjin is the kind of boyfriend who pretends he’s chill, but is absolutely hovering. not in a controlling way. more like “i’ll lean against this wall casually while watching everything around you.”
arguments are quick, sharp, and honest. no drawn-out drama. you call him out, he scoffs, then ten minutes later he’s sighing and handing you something you forgot because yeah, fine, you were right.
physical affection is constant, but subtle. fingers hooked in your belt loop. his shoulder nudging yours. you sitting between his knees while he smokes, his chin resting on your head.
he trusts you with the ugly parts. the anger, the exhaustion, the moments where he feels like everything is just trash that needs burning. you’re the thing he doesn’t want to destroy.
secretly? he loves when you boss him around. would rather die than admit it.
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.
