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Aventurine

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.

“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”

Blade

“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.

“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."

Boothill

"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”

Caelus

“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.

“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"

Dan Heng

“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.

“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”

He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.

"Good girl."

Dr. Ratio

“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.

“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.

"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.

“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment. "I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."

Gallagher

Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.

“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.

He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”

Gepard

“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.

“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”

It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting.  He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."

Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."

Jing Yuan

“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”

As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”

“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.

"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.

Jiaoqiu

He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”

Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.

He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.

"Do that again and watch me eat you up."

Luka

Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.

"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."

As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."

Luocha

The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.

When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.

He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.

But the best feeling was yet to come.

“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."

Sampo

Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.

“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.

"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.

"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."

Sunday

The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.

“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.

He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.

“That came...rather unexpected.”

Welt

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.

Your legs have no choice but to spread to welcome him - you exhale shakily as your lover purrs and kisses your jaw. The natural heat rolling off of him causing you to gulp down a breath while his nose drags itself along your neck and down to your chest, his open mouth smattering kisses to your flesh. You shiver when the sheets drag down your body the more he works down your sternum, and your nipples pebble in the sudden chill of the bedroom air. You hiss and he chuckles, his massive hand groping one of your tits and his thumb pressing down and rubbing at the nipple.

"I think I am feeling rather hungry this morning, I would like to indulge if you'll have me." his voice drawls lowly, squeezing your tit again before he kisses just above your bellybutton. You can only nod slowly, spreading your legs more to make room for his impossibly broad shoulders and you feel your sticky folds part in anticipation as your thighs fall open.

You catch a flash of want from his gaze, it's rippling with ardent affection for you - Jing Yuan tends to look at you with so much love that it makes your body warm and your pussy leak because you're acutely aware of the way he takes care of you every time you're intimate. He lowers himself further, hands curling around your thighs and pressing them wider still, ensuring your clit to peek out from between your folds and his tongue wastes no time in dragging a long lick from bottom to top. He moans softly - a complete difference to the way you keen with a pitchy whine.

The drag of his tongue between your legs is hard and wet with the intention of getting the pink muscle as deep into your hole as possible, finishing off each stripe to your pulsing pussy with a loving slurp to your clit. Your thighs tremble when Jing Yuan moves his head back and forth to almost push him further into you, moaning into your folds when your fingers lock tightly into his hair. You can feel his salacious grin against you before he's kissing your clit, alternating his lips and tongue laving themselves over the buzzing little muscle that makes your hips jump and your back arch. His hands are so big as they pet at your thighs, and again you imagine yourself as being caught by a hungry predator -

"Bunny, you're going to cum for me, aren't you?" he coos, watching your lashes flutter and your head wobble pitifully against the pillow as the orgasm building within you curls itself tighter in the pit of your belly when Jing Yuan focuses the flat of his tongue against your clit. Your breath quickens at the intensity and he sucks at your clit with a sharp precision that makes your vision fall fuzzy as you whine his name in the open air of your shared room.

At the end of your orgasm, you can only lay back in the sheets feeling blissful and sleepy again. Your eyelids flutter shut as you grin with a slight giggle while Jing Yuan chuckles and presses a few fleeting kisses at your belly. Suddenly he's beside you again, and this time you feel his hefty cock hard and straining against your hip. You crack an eye open as he leans in for a kiss, tasting your essence on him but it doesn't deter you from deepening the way your tongue laps against his. He's warm, he's gentle, and his affection for you fills your stomach with butterflies. And when your hand reaches down to grasp his cock and this time you hear him groan at your touch,

Maybe you're feeling a bit hungry this morning too.

Blade has no qualms about being close to you in bed, in fact, the nearer he is to listen to your breathing and to watch your chest rise and fall the better, and it is something he finds himself doing all too often. His eyes focus on your body and your movements, knowing your tossing and turning is something that hinders you from having a truly restful slumber. And sleep is important for you.

"Be still." he utters lowly, breath against the crown of your head where he lays behind you as the sun barely begins to illuminate the bedroom, strong arms keeping your form held tightly but cozily against his chest. His embrace feels like a weighted blanket and you're cocooned in his arms when you feel his ichor colored stare at the back of your head. You huff softly.

"Blade, I need to pee."

A beat passes, and he holds you tighter. His crotch is pressed flush against your ass. Your bodies fitted together beneath the sheets.

"You'll be cold if you get up." he replies as a matter of fact.

You smile at that, he can't see it but you chew your bottom lip and wiggle your hips, he clicks his tongue softly.

"Now you're being difficult." he adds. A hand slips down to squeeze your hip as a warning.

"Do you want me to get up or to stay, Bladie?"

He huffs, a low grunt. Something presses against your ass.

"Stay here." he says quietly, voice roughened at the edges. You're not tired anymore, not when you press yourself against his erection and he squeezes your hip again. Your heart hammers in your chest when the hand at your hip begins to work your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs, first baring your ass to him and then stopping when they're halfway down your thighs. Blade angles his head closer to your neck, and kisses your jaw. You moan under your breath when you feel his teeth scrape the skin under your ear.

You arch yourself against him and reach behind you, palming his cock through his pants. He calmly grabs your wrist, placing it back in front of you. You pout, feeling yourself throb and leak for him. A moment later you feel his tip at your entrance, fat and bulbous even when just pressing against your pussy lips. You shudder, lifting your knee a little to open yourself up a bit more for the girthy stretch you know is coming.

"Yesss Blade, please."

Blade hushes you gruffly, moving his hips forward and pushing himself shallowly into you. Your eyes start to roll back already as he sinks in, his rough and scarred palm reaching under your knee to spread you completely. He snaps his hips once, twice, and by the third time with a low groan he's in you to the hilt, your pussy full and your back bowed out as he starts a thudding rhythm that keeps you pinned in place but squealing at the way he fills you so deeply every time his cock plunges into you. You're at his mercy, which you tend to be at the hand of such a strong and powerful man who still grapples with how he should act around you. All he knows is that he needs to be closer to you, as noted by the way he curls his hulking body around yours and with heavy grunts, continues to pummel your insides with his cock while your nails grasp at the sheets by your head.

You shakily reach between your legs, pitifully drawing sloppy circles on your clit to bring you to orgasm, but once again Blade releases the underside of your knee to shoo away your hand and replaces it with his own rough fingertips that harshly rub and swipe at your buzzing clit. You keen at his touch, looking back at the man whose wild look in his eye only makes you so much weaker to the way he's working your body.

You try to say his name but he only shushes you again, kissing your open mouth as you cum and convulse. He grunts at the gripping sensation of you milking his fat cock, only shoving himself in further.

The kiss is sloppy and biting yet sweet, Blade not daring to part until your pussy stops squeezing him and he no longer feels the heavy kick of his dick emptying into you.

Your climax turns into a dull ache, soon collapsing into his arms. Blade holds you, smoothing your hair from your face as he watches your breathing slow and your chest rise and fall as you relax against him once more.

Your eyes drift up to his face and before you can say anything more, he kisses you and pulls the covers up to your chin. Though still buried inside you, Blade knows better than to withdraw now that you're sleepy again, and he wont say it just yet, but somewhere in his puzzled heart he's glad you stayed a little longer.

Veritas Ratio knows a morning soak will do him well to start the day, and he also knows that you really won't mind much if he unlatches himself from your sleeping form to start the water, he also knows that if you want you'll wake right up when you hear the water and will join him in the tub which he admittedly, always enjoys. But at present, he is unable to move from the way your leg is thrown over his thighs and your nose is pressed against the side of his chest, holding onto him like a life size pillow.

He would say something snarky about it, but in all honesty, you look adorable right now.

Your eyes barely crack open a moment later as if you sensed his own waking, and Ratio feels a small sinking sensation at the pit of his stomach for possibly waking you. A large hand rests on your head as you blink at him.

"Go back to sleep, I did not intend to wake you up." he murmurs, his eyes gentle and gilded gold as they shimmer at you in the morning light coming in through the windows. You smile, bringing your chin up to rest on his chest,

"It's okay, I'm awake now." you say sweetly, though when you sigh softly he wonders if you wouldn't mind a few more minutes - but he wont dwell on it too much.

"I was going to take a bath." he says suddenly after a beat of silence. You perk up at that slightly, pushing yourself up a little higher on his body. You're nude, as you typically are when you and Ratio go to sleep, your nipples dragging up his warm chest elicit a more...humanistic reaction that shows itself in his cock pitching a tent in the silky sheets that you're both wrapped in. He ignores it, morning reactions are just that, but your own eyes widen at the sight, and before he can try to excuse himself your palm rests over the impressive size that is close to revealing itself under the blankets. You rub at it and he groans softly, feeling heat flush his cheeks and chest.

"You don't have to take a bath right now do you?" you coo, tilting your head in the slightest as your hand continues to stroke him over the bedding. Ratio swallows down a melodic moan when you pull the blankets down his body and his cock slaps up at full attention - fat and curved and leaking precum. You move slowly, sensually as you throw a leg over his lap, perching yourself on him in such a way that his fully erected cock stands against your belly, it's a sight to see, knowing how deep he can be inside you.

Your breasts wobble when you rise up on your knees at the same time that you grasp him on your hand, rubbing him up and down your slit.

"You're...rather wet already." Ratio breathes, watching raptly at how your oozing essence clings to his tip, wetting him even more in turn. You tremble, starting to sink down with a whimper,

"I can't help it I guess, it's a natural reaction, wouldn't you say?" you bite your bottom lip when his hands fly to your hips and knead you there as you try to work yourself further down, he feels like he's splitting you open, but he can't look away from the way your folds part for his cock.

"What you mean to say is, it's a natural reaction to me, yes?" he says factually, the neediness scraping his voice coming out punched as you start to bounce up and down.

"Yes, Veritas....only you. You make me feel...." You whine as your head falls back, giving Ratio the erotic view of your nude body shaking and writhing for him, his cock disappearing in your needy pussy repeatedly,

"You make me feel so good." you promise, eyes glittering when you lock eyes with him. He groans, abs flexing at your soaked heat wrapped around him, his sharp mind foggy with only you you you.

He can't help it, when his hands wraps around the back of your neck to pull you down to him, lips clashing in a messy kiss as you struggle to keep your rhythm. It's then he grunts and plants his feet firmly on the mattress, grabbing your ass and starts to fuck himself up into you. You gasp sharply, body bouncing wildly on top of him as he groans into your mouth while he bounces you on his cock. The feeling of his pelvis rubs against your clit, the dark thatch of violet hair at the base of his cock only heightening the bursting pleasure you're quickly being overwhelmed with. You're reduced to a grinding, wiggling mess as your hips quickly rock back and forth at the same time that Ratio shoves himself inside you over and over, and you cry out that you're close.

He watches you fall apart, beautiful and raw as your lashes flutter and your lips open to chant his name as you cum. His cock is lined with a rim of your creamy release, frothing and sticking to your inner thighs as he quickly reaches his release, only suddenly gasping when he starts to cum hard into your pussy. It hits him in such a way he has to shove himself fully into you with his hands holding your hips down.

A few moments later, you curl yourself into his chest as you both catch your breath. Ratio kisses your hairline that is now dewy with sweat, he smiles at your sweet giggle and a kiss to his own sweaty jaw.

Now, you're both ready for a bath before starting the day.

if you're a smoker like him (or want to try it with him for the first time), he enjoys sharing a lighter when smoking your cigarettes together. if you catch him already smoking outside of the bar and want to join him, he'll happily give you a spare from his packet. but instead simply handing it over like you expect, he takes one hand and cup your chin, holding it in place and effectively keeping your gaze on his. the faint smell of booze mixed with ash curls around you in wisps, embracing you delicately.

he takes out a cigarette with his free hand and places it between your lips, the hand holding your face slightly smushing your cheeks and parting your lips for him. and in the same way he'd kiss you, he leans forward and lets the fading sparks from his cigarette butt meet yours, keeping his eyes on yours all the while. smoke wisps out of the place where your cigarette butts meet, and he pulls away as though nothing happened.

if you don't smoke, however, gallagher will respect that to whatever means. he never smokes around you, and in the case you insist on staying when he does, he'll turn his head to the side and blow out the smoke elsewhere, exposing the expanse of his scarred neck (and maybe even some marks you might've left on him). the last thing he'd want is for you to get his secondhand smoke.

but secretly… he does like it when the scent of his cigarettes cling to your clothes after you've been around him for too long. he's even switched to certain cigarrettes with a more distinct smell so that it sticks around like a cologne would. he hopes that when his regulars smell those cigarettes on you while you visit him at the bar, they know you're his.

# what drives him crazy…

conversely, he loves it when you leave your scent on him. he doesn't care if it's your natural scent or if it's your perfumes— he graciously takes anything he can get. if you do show interest in perfumes, he'll happily take you to the shops at the penacony mall, and you can't help but notice that he seems way more invested in this than you are.

he'll lie to you that he prefers sleeping over at your place because "your bed is more comfortable," but in reality, he just enjoys having your scent suffocate him completely. and on the days that you do sleep at his place, he has to have you pressed up right against him, his nose right against the crook of your neck or buried against your chest. sometimes it even weirds you out when he just takes a deep breath of your scent, let out a quiet groan, then close his eyes in bliss like you were the answers to all of his problems and questions in the universe. but you let him, and he likes being a little selfish at times.

what he loves even more, though, is when you boss him around. he's used to doing the opposite as the security officer, barking orders and scolding the rookies at work all day. but when he's in the peace of your presence, he wants to turn his head off. he hardly gives in to the idea of being the "head of the household" nonsense. besides, he thinks you look irresistible when you're irritated.

not that he wouldn't take you seriously when you're genuinely upset, of course not. but, you know, when you're standing in the kitchen scolding him about not keeping his space tidy… he can't help the way his lips stretch into a cheeky grin. your lips are forming a small pout without you even noticing, your arms are crossed to emphasize your chest, and your eyebrows are furrowed juusst enough to make you look stern and cute at the same time.

when you finish ranting with a huff, he bolts up from the sofa and is immediately on his way to the kitchen as if he were your servant (which he's not exactly against the idea of). he chastely pecks your temple with a "yes, chief," the same title that his subordinates call him at work, as he passes by you. he's just grateful to have someone to put him in his place and keep him in line. "it keeps me humble," he tells you.

so slap him around a little more, yeah?

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❝ dr. ratio ❞

cw: ratio has no sense of personal space, allusions to making out, he's lowk horny but nothing explicitly stated

# what drives you crazy…

he enjoys standing or crowding behind you while teaching or correcting you. when you use the wrong formula while solving a problem on the chalkboard, he stands closely behind and takes your hand in his, puppeteering it to write the correct formula off to the side. his hand is much larger and warmer than yours, with several callouses on his fingers from the years he spent writing with chalk. you can feel his chest lightly brush against your back and his breath graze your neck, not to mention the way his sculpted biceps and forearms contrast with your own arm.

it's the same for your essays and writing as well. rather than simply taking your paper or laptop from your desk to read by himself, ratio stands right behind your chair and plants his hands on the desk, caging you in. his head is placed right on the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and his warmth crowding all around you. you notice just how close his hands are to yours, your pinky finger twitching with the urge to interlock with his thumb.

you don't dare to turn and face him either, but you can feel his reactions— the agitated sighs when he notices a spelling mistake, the slight huffs of amusement at an interesting point, or the low, gentle hums when he approves of your argument. once he's done skimming through, he slightly turns his head towards yours, his lips dangerously close to your cheek.

"acceptable," he simply says, but in a low, intimate baritone that makes you shiver. "but i'd suggest varying your sentence structure. your arguments also lack… passion. but you're halfway there, which is more than what my students and colleagues are capable of." if he's feeling particularly affectionate that day, he'll kiss your shoulder before leaving to attend to his own studies.

he also insists on adjusting your accessories and clothes despite them looking just fine (to you, at least), and you wonder if it's simply a poor excuse to touch you. he meticulously adjusts your glasses, the collar of your shirt, and smooths out the wrinkles from your clothes, his hands brushing over your waist, hips, and thighs in the process. he even goes as far as to make sure the charm on your necklace is perfectly centered between your collarbones, his face awfully close to yours as he does so.

"students are easily distracted nowadays. if you won't wear an alabastor head like mine, the least you should do is keep your appearance tidy," he tells you with a half-feigned sternness.

# what drives him crazy…

on the flipside, ratio feels his stomach twist and flutter when he sees your tidy appearance rattled, especially if he's the cause for it. maybe your glasses are steaming from his warm breath and sitting crookedly on your nose, your makeup smudged (especially your lipstick or lipgloss, which was kissed off of you), your shirt wrinkled from the way he gripped your waist, or your hairdo now out of place from the way his other hand was holding the back of your head to keep you in place.

he finds it even cuter when you get flustered and quickly try to fix it, as if you were worried that he'd care about it. after all, he only shows this type of affection in the privacy of your home— he'd rather you show your true self to him and him only, in the same way he does when he takes off his alabastor head for you.

another important trait of your relationship, at least to him, is that you two treat each other as equals, regardless of your intelligence level— which is why he particularly enjoys it when you become argumentative and defiant against his criticisms. the only people who should take his advice as gospel are his students, and he certainly doesn't see you as one, even if you do learn from him.

he tilts his head with interest whenever you poke and prod at his reasoning. partly because he enjoys the intellectual stimulation, but also because he loves the way your soft cheek smushes slightly when you rest it against your hand, or the way you bite down on your lower lip when you struggle to understand his line of thought. in the back of his mind, it reminds him of the way he holds your face in his hands and runs his thumbs over your cheeks or the way he nips at your lip in between heavy kisses.

but of course, you never catch him daydreaming. he's too smart to let himself slip up in front of someone like you.

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❝ boothill ❞

cw: biting, hickeys, physical touch, teasing, romantic tension, there's like one suggestive innuendo

# what drives you crazy…

likes to bite or lick you, specifically your fingers. when your hands are cradling his face, he turns his head slightly to the side to bite down on your thumb ever so slightly. if you hand-feed him a dessert you were having, he'll purposefully take a bite way too big in order to lick the cream off your fingers. no matter how much you cringe, how much your nose scrunches up, or how many times you chide him, he never stops. he gets a kick out annoying you a bit, but he also just enjoys showing off his sharp teeth. his body doesn't generate natural heat in the same way it used to, which means his tongue is cold as opposed to warm— even better for making you jolt or squirm.

having sharp teeth also means leaving hickeys in the weirdest places possible, even without intending it— the palm of your hand, your earlobe, your temple, and even your forehead. his kisses always linger just a bit too long, and before you know it, there's a small reddish-purplish bruise where he had just kissed you. it gets annoying when you have to try to cover them, but there's also a weird satisfaction that comes with him marking you in places that only he could.

he also has a strange habit of patting of tapping your hips and bum, either with his whole hand, his fingertips, or just two fingers. he needs to squeeze past you? he taps your ass. you're distracted and he needs to get your attention? he taps your ass. you tell him about something you're proud of? he taps your ass with a wide, toothy grin and a "there you go, knew you could do it."

he also enjoys coaxing things out of you. he likes when you're assertive and straightforward with the things you want or the things you want to say to him. he'll eventually sit down and listen to you, but he can't help teasing you a bit beforehand.

"c'mon sweetie, what's the magic word?" he teases, affectionately brushing his fingers beneath your chin. "you gotta be clearer with your words, sweetcheeks."

even if it gets on your nerves (it does), deep down he just wants you to know that he'll do anything you want at the drop of a hat. after the teasing is over, he's already on his way to fulfill whatever mission you assign to him, whether it's getting you a late-night craving or driving you places when you don't feel like it.

# what drives him crazy…

along the same line, boothill loves when you make him work for things. whether it be your praise, your attention, or your touch, he doesn't mind it if you're being a little difficult. in fact, he prefers it when you're difficult. he loves seeing you get picky about the gifts he buys you, what restaurants he takes you to, or the gestures he does for you. knowing you from inside out is great, sure, but he hates being stagnant. he wants to keep learning new things about you.

he gets a strange thrill during that half-a-second moment where you assess the souvenir he got you after another galaxy ranger mission, your eyes dragging down the accessory in his hands. he holds his breath for a moment and prays that you'll like it, his smile hopeful. when you finally smile in return after what feels like forever, he lets out a sigh of relief and watches you gush over it.

"pshh, i knew you'd like it," he drawls as if he wasn't sweating bullets (literally?) while he was out shopping for you. "it's jus' a lil something i got. no need to get all excited, sweetcheeks."

and though he hates to admit it, he loves when you lead him on or leave him hanging. you've got this thing you like to do with his hat specifically where you'll get on your tiptoes and pluck his cowboy hat straight off of his head before wearing it on yours. he smiles slightly and sees the way you look up at him through your lashes and the brim of his hat, your hair sticking out in all the wrong ways and the hat sitting lopsided on your too-small head. your smile is soft but teasing, like you know what you're doing.

"you do know what that means, right? can't have you just wearin' anybody's hat," he says, his eyes lidded and relaxed as he tilts his head. all you do is giggle and strut off, the cowboy hat clashing with your soft pajamas. he simply clicks his tongue in response and chases after you, and even if you don't give in to his antics, at least he got to see you teasing him.

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