Hey I wanted say that I really love the write you’re feeding my Gachiakuta obsession thank you so much for that🩷
I had an Idea for a smut react fic if you don’t want to do write it it’s okay. But I thought of the Gachiakuta men (Corvus, Enjin, August, Gris, etc) reacting to a reader who loves to tease them but always tries to squirm away when they have to face the consequences of all that teasing because obviously they can’t handle it (they’re like VERY sensitive during sex and all)
my brain melting and I fear I kind of hate what i wrote but fuck it we ball
Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised
Arkha Corvus
sometimes he lets you have your fun and other times he teases you right back like its nothing
but to you, it's quite literally the furthest thing from nothing
his teasing is so much smoother compared to yours and it always makes your chest flutter
"Well, sweetheart? You said you wanted me, so take me."
he had you sat in his lap where you were basically cock warming him, too embarrassed and too sensitive to move
his eyes are set on you with a watchful gaze, arms crossed over his chest and a smug smile on his face
when you lean forward into him and mumble that you can't because you're too sensitive his hands move to caress your hips before lifting you up then slamming you back down over his length
"Hmm, what a shame. I guess I'll have to take care of you then."
August Stilza
bye August is so easy
you can't tease him and expect him not to be ready to drop his pants at any moment
when he finally gets you under him, you're avoiding eye contact and hesitant to touch him
"Baby, don't leave me hanging! This is all your doing!"
he gives you a few kisses up the side of your face, watching it twist with embarrassment as he ruts his clothed cock against you
your legs try closing around his hips as you attempt to scootch away which causes August to whine, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the side of your neck to keep you still
"Noooo don't run from meee!!"
he is far less focused on "punishing" you for your teasing than he is on getting off 🧍
he's just as sensitive and whiney as you are (if not more) but that doesn't stop him
Bro Santa
lowk Bro gives me brat tamer vibes
he's sweet and service top leaning but only when you deserve it
you're not getting off easy after all the teasing you do 🤷
he gives you a firm slap on your thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to get his message across: stop moving
he works his tongue over your most sensitive parts between your legs, holding them open and pinning them against the bed every time you try to wiggle away
"Be good and quit squirming for me, yeah?"
and just like always he makes you cum hard with nothing but his tongue, licking it all up before looking at you
he reads your expression for any signs of real discomfort before dipping his head back down to repeat the process until you can't cum anymore
Enjin
it's not easy to tease Enjin because he's quick to shoot remarks right back at you
the only difference is he can back it up
"C'mon, wheres that bold persona from earlier?"
he has you face down ass up with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, all while you whine into and claw at his bedsheets
every time you try to pull away/off of him he's pulling you back in by your hips so that his own meet your ass with a loud smack!
he shakes his head with a disappointed sigh when you complain about how you "can't handle it"
"Yeah you can. Just stay still for me, m'kay?"
he switches from his lazy, dragging pace to quick and brutal thrusts that may have well sent you straight through the mattress below you
he smirks down at the sight of you, crying and moaning all because he feels "too good"
don't worry though; once he's done he'll be real nice to you
Follo Tunito
he'd never seen you so shy before
he'd barely even gotten your pants off before you were a flustered mess, unable to keep still beneath him
he was almost convinced that you weren't ready or he'd done something wrong
"Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you want.."
when you explain to him that you want to continue but you're just sensitive he's a bit stunned
he does his best to be gentle with you, taking things slow and kissing away any tears that might slip from you eyes
you guys are pretty much cuddlefucking: maximum skin to skin contact and oh so sweet
his words and the roll of his hips are so gentle that it almost heightens your sensitivity
after you cum the first time he checks in with you, just to make sure it's ok to keep going
Gris Rubion
most times he lets you do/say whatever you want but Gris still has his needs
whenever your words get him particularly riled up he mutters a half-sincere apology before folding you in half
he knows how sensitive you are (hence his apology) but he can't bring himself to worry about that all too much when you've pretty much been sexually torturing him with your words/fleeting touches
the position he has you in makes it physically impossible to squirm or wreathe; he knows you and knew you'd try
he can't even bring himself to feel bad when you tell him how "mean" he's being through tears
"I know, 'm sorry love" (not really)
Jabber Wonger
straight up laughs at you
genuinely will be so mean about it
he leans back with a grin on his face, holding a firm grip on your hips while he bounces you on his lap
absolutely LOVES the way you claw up his wrists and arms while trying to wiggle away but there's no escaping Jabber
"Naaahhh, you're not getting away from meee!! You're the one who said you wanted me under you, remember?"
he even goes as far as to mock you/your moans Jabber you little shit
Jabber turns it into a game of "who's gonna tap out first" (spoiler alert: its usually you)
he keeps fucking you until your bodies are sticky with sweat and cum while you beg for mercy
Tamsy Caines
"What happened to that attitude of yours?"
he's smirking down at you as you try squirming away from him, one hand keeping your wrists pinned down and the other working between your legs
"All that talk and you can barely handle my hand/fingers? How pathetic"
most times he settles for keeping you relatively still by holding you down himself
but other times? here comes Tokushin!
that way you can't try escaping or pushing him away
he takes in the sight of you wrapped up in blue rope, your back arching off of his mattress as your legs shook
he hums in amusement, only pulling away when you really can't take it anymore
and since you did so well he'll give you a break before rewarding you with the real thing <3
Zodyl Typhon
teasing ZODYL? you're playing a dangerous game my friend
he's a pent up, ticking time bomb and when he reaches his limit he's pinning you down and fucking you like a bitch in heat
he rests his entire weight on you with a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet
"Act like a brat and you'll get punished like one, my dear."
he doesn't care if it's 'too much'; he's going to make you count how many times you've came and if you lose track you have to start all over again (and he doesn't even have a set number for you to get to...)
by the time he's done with you you're thoroughly fucked out; shaking, crying and leaking cum
in conclusion, Zodyl shuts your shit down REAL fast
Gachiakuta character (18+) and their biggest turn on from their partner?
Hope you enjoy anon!
Want Me Endlessly
(i.e. their turn ons)
Enjin: this man is the type to let you have your fun, while just sitting back and watching (think that scene with him and Gob). And by “having your fun” I mean watching you dance. His eyes are glued to the way your hips sway to slower songs and the way your ass bounces to the more upbeat ones, a smirk plastered on his face the entire time. As time passes, he slouches more and more in his chair, opening his legs wider and unashamedly showing you how hard you’ve made him. “Don’t stop now, ma. Show me how those hips move.”
Bro Santa: wear a sundress around this man and you won’t be leaving the bed for at LEAST 4 hours. You’d be lucky if you even make it to a bed, because god forbid you’re in the kitchen making dinner, Bro is on his knees, flipping up the skirt of your dress and eating you out at a feverish pace. There’s something about the way the fabric flows, yet still effortlessly clings to your curves. The broad span of your hips just begging for his bruising grip while he pounds into you, his only goals being 1) making you cum, and 2) breeding you. “You know how I feel ‘bout these dresses, honey. You’re just askin’ for me to get you pregnant.”
Gris: the moment you have him alone after a mission is what he would call his happy place. You’re still fired up from the adrenaline rushing through you, hands feeling across his body for any injuries that he might’ve sustained, maybe lingering a bit too long on his strong chest and muscled arms. He’s tried reassuring you before, but you’re not satisfied until you check for yourself. There’s something about the feeling of your hands caressing him in a way that starts innocently, only for things to heat up when you realize the effect it has on him. “Careful, gorgeous, or else you’re gonna have me thinking this was just an excuse to feel me up. It’s only fair I check you too now, isn’t it?”
Follo: he tries so hard to remain gentlemanly, averting his eyes as soon as he realizes the neckline of your shirt goes a little lower or if the cut of your shorts is 2-3 inches shorter than usual. The poor guy can only keep his gaze off of you for so long, swallowing thickly as his attention returns to you, eyes raking down the areas of revealed skin. Skin that only he should be seeing. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you definitely got some satisfaction out of watching him try so hard to hide it. “Come on baby, it's not fair when you wear something like that…”
Tamsy: We all know he’s a bit sadistic and in all honesty, I think he has dacryphilia. Something about those big, wet, eyes of yours staring up at him as tears trickle down your puffy cheeks gets him incredibly turned on. The soft, cooing tone of his voice distracts you from the slightly degrading things he says, treating you like some dumb pet who just doesn’t know any better. “Aww, what’s the matter, pet? Such a pathetic little thing you are.”
Arkha Corvus: Corvus is unfortunately stuck at his desk more often than not, doing secret boss stuff that even you didn’t know much about. Regardless of how busy he is though, he always makes time for you. He can tell you’ve got something on your mind just by the way you walked into his office, plopping yourself right down on his lap. He immediately dropped his pen and wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He had a love-hate relationship with how easily you fit against him, hating it because it never failed to get him hard, and he knew that you knew it too. “Comin’ in here just to cause trouble, my dear? I’m starting to think you do this on purpose.”
August: This guy has a lot of energy that he needs to let out one way or another, and what better way than playfighting. Who initiates it depends on the day, with you often sneaking up on August in those few moments where he’s not hunched over his workbench. He’ll cock an eyebrow, knowing exactly what you’re trying to do and almost immediately gives in. He lets you win most of the time, mainly because of how hot you look on top of him while pinning his arms down. But now you’ve got a problem pressing against you that you need to take care of. “C’mon babe, you gotta help me out now. ‘S your fault anyways.”
Semiu: It’s no secret that this woman has great taste, and she proves it by dressing you up in the lingerie sets from her magazines. Sometimes she’ll ask if you want anything specific, but she just knows you so well that she orders before asking you. She’ll sit on her bed while you model the pieces for her, the confidence in your movements igniting that heat in her stomach. Her eyes are glued to the way the fabric compliments the natural curves of your body, and eventually beckons you over to her, hands finding their place on your waist. “This one’s my favorite... I don’t think I can keep my hands off you any longer. What do you think, sweet thing?”
Mildretta: Mildretta lives for your touch, loves how gentle it is in comparison to her’s, and nothing turns her on more than the feeling of you tracing over her scars. You start with the one on her face, your delicate finger dancing over the roughened skin as she smirks and tries not to let you see how much it’s affecting her. Then, you run your finger down to the scar that spanned across her chest, her breath hitching just slightly. “Easy, pretty girl. Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish.”
Zodyl: Zodyl has an odd fascination with your mouth. How it curves into an effortless smile, how you pout when frustrated, or how your lips look wrapped around his fingers a straw (woah who said that). He often stares you down when you’re eating, not all the time, but if you’re ever eating ice cream, an ice pop, a lollipop, forget it. He won’t even blink, and if you dare to question him about it, he doesn’t shy away from telling you the truth. “Those lips of yours are sinful, my love. I’m just imagining how beautiful they would look wrapped around my cock.”
Jabber: This man has no shame when it comes to you, but he nearly busts in his pants when you’re angry, especially when you’re angry at him. He sits there listening to you berate him, while the whole time he’s clenching his fists, trying not to palm at his growing erection. It’s the closest he gets to hearing you degrade him outside of the bedroom, and he almost cums when you curl your lip in disgust as you realize what's happening. “That’s it babe, tell me how shitty I am. C’mon please, it’s making me so hard.”
Bundus: Bundus is the type of man who just needs to give you one look to have you on your best behavior, but there are times where you like to push that limit, teasing him in any way you can. You tease him about being an old man, laughing at him when he doesn’t understand the slang you use, and you know it gets him exactly where you want him. He’ll never admit that he likes your bratty side, getting all worked up just thinking about putting you back in your place (though the lessons never stick, and you both know it). When he’s finally had enough, he chuckles quietly, just counting down the seconds until he can get you to his room and over his knee. “No, no, keep talkin’ darlin’. Don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now.”
Gountess: the true definition of a “lover boy” (technically lover man ig??) and he proves it by completely melting into you any time you kiss him. Your fingers lace delicately into his long white hair while his arms greedily wrap around you, wanting you as close as possible. He trembles against you, trying so hard to control his urges, cursing himself for losing it just from a few simple kisses. He loves the way you smile into the kiss, feeling the heat creep onto his face with every passing second. “My heart, I-I apologize for not being able to control myself. You’re just too perfect.”
Getting drunk from your pussy.ᐟ
# Enjin, Tamsy Caines, Gris Rubion, Arkha Corvus, & Jabber Wonger
Synopsis: Them getting addicted to your pussy .ᐟ
Warnings: Smut, MDNI!
📩! THIS IS QUITE SHORT OKAY, I was deciding whether i should upload and I said fuck it I will cause I thought of this wonderful prompt in my already braindead motherfucking mind. Somehow I accidentally got into the Naruto fandom, which is so random and unhinge but wtv. Idk why i timelapsed myself doing this LMAOOO.
𝜗ৎ ENJIN
It's not like it was Enjins first time eating you out, but boy does he get addicted. It doesn't matter how many times he already had lapped a stripe of his tongue on your sopping cunt, it always tastes delish to him, it always gets him crazy. Enjin doesn't plan on stopping from lapping on your clit like a hungry man, he teases your clit and loves seeing it twitch whilst you release those sweetest moans he so adores. Enjin is inlove all over again once he tastes your slick, it genuinely gets him off every time his tongue is on your pussy.
𝜗ৎ TAMSY CAINES
Tamsy is naturally drunk when it comes to your pussy. He loves savoring the feeling of your cunt, lapping on your hole over and over again as his nose nudges your clit. He knows you love it, he knows it's always the best part when you two have sex. There's no room for leftovers as Tamsy would lap around your whole sex, even going to give it kisses that trails to your inner thighs. He loves making you cum on his tongue, and Tamsy already had you memorized. He would know when you're gonna cum, and he lifts his mouth off you right before you do in order to tease you.
𝜗ৎ GRIS RUBION
The first time he ever tasted your pussy was the day he got addicted to you. His licks are slow and gentle, yet it always has that feeling of overstimulation to it. He never leaves a part of your pussy untouched, Gris always makes sure that he gets every spot. His tongue is always enough to leave you babbling for more, and always enough to make you cum on his tongue. Gris loves finger fucking your hole whilst lapping his tongue on your clit.
𝜗ৎ ARKHA CORVUS
What can I say? This man would love praising every inch of your body, being drunk on your pussy is always an understatement when it comes to Arkha. He always starts kissing on your thighs, then his tongue tastes your clit whilst his fingers work their way in your hole, and he never misses with it. Arkha knows where to make you feel good, even tongue fucking your wet pussy as he rubs on your clit for that sensation, and it never fails to make you cum hard on his mouth.
𝜗ৎ JABBER WONGER
Jabber is always drunk when it comes to your pussy and theres no doubt that he would be going animalistic when he gets a mere taste of your pussy. Jabber always gives your cunt a long stripe of his tongue, and proceeds to suck on your clit and even bite it to see your body arch on him. He fingers you while he's on it, savoring each moan you give him like the man he is. Jabber would tell you to grab a knuckle of his hair and he would be cumming on his pants from the pain, keep doing that whilst he eats you out and you might just break him.
𓏲ּּAbout𝄢 How they kiss you + their favorite spots to kiss.
𓏲ּFeaturing𝄢 Tamsy, Enjin, Semiu, Arkha, Follo
𓏲ּּCW𝄢 Suggestive content | MDNI | no plot just smooching, lots and lots of kissing, liiight mention of chocking, domestic, fluff, established relationships.
🪽 Dove's notes: writing for Arkha made me giggle and blush. He's so sexy. - humbly, a Tamsy lover. Also, I was gonna elaborate more but I thought it would get too crowded so I brushed it up a bit.
☆ Semiu Grier
Semiu kisses you like she's recharging her battery.
Dealing with the daily chaos in the headquarters is enough to exhaust any poor soul and Semiu in particularly has her work cut out for her.
Coming home and finding you is one of her few blessings. Her arms automatically wrap around your middle and she lays her head on your chest, closing her eyes to allow her mind to rest.
Your presence as whole is her biggest comfort. Her lips place small kisses on your chest before she leans over to pull you into a sleepy kiss. She likes giving you a lingering kiss on the cheek right after every time, like a small ritual.
For Semiu, it's all about feeling your warmth and making up for the time away from you.
| Favorite places to kiss: Neck, in between the breasts, cheek.
★ Enjin
Enjin kisses like he's starving for attention.
His kisses will rarely be short and sweet. He likes to feel you squirm and blush every time his lips are on yours.
It's a mess of tongue, spit and the lingering taste of nicotine. He finds it incredibly arousing if you nibble on his lips during kisses and will return the favor, a bit too eagerly sometimes.
He likes to tower over you merely for the sake of teasing— He'd smirk against your lips while feeling how much you were straining your neck to reach him, who was purposely keeping his head higher so you struggled. Of course, when you get frustrated, or he gets too into the make out session, he will scoop you up and hold you up by your thighs with ease. No pushing you against walls or anything, just literally holding you.
| Favorite places to kiss: lips, tummy, thighs.
☆ Tamsy Caines
Tamsy kisses like he owns you.
He is not a fan of PDA. The best you'll get from him in public is a lingering gaze or perhaps a touch on your lower back.
Behind closed doors however he loses all of those inhibition. His hand is wrapped lightly, but steadily, around your jugular, holding you perfectly still in his grasp and keeping his eyes open to watch you squirm when his thumb cuts your circulation just long enough to make you lightheaded.
To add to that, Tamsy will keep his eyes open during kissing more often than you'd like to know. Your reactions are incredibly interesting, and sometimes arousing, for him so he doesn't want to miss any of the effects his touch has on you.
His kisses are a mix of slow, but hungry. They last for much longer than one is capable of with a normal lung capacity and you're usually gasping for air when he pulls away. Not that you have that much time to recover since Tamsy is a consecutive kisser— He will go for one after the other until your mind is blank.
| Favorite places to kiss: temple, inner wrist, lips.
★ Arkha Corvus
Arkha kisses like he's savoring you.
He prefers to have you in his eye level merely for the sake of your comfort. He doesn't want you to hurt your neck looking up at him for too long so he usually would have you in his lap.
His kisses are always controlled and slow. From the gentle manner he grasps your chin in between two fingers to the strength he uses to coax you to part your lips for him.
His other hand would cradle one side of your face, thumb barely brushing under your eye as he felt for a reaction. He takes pleasure in the feeling of your body melting into the kiss and can't help but chuckle at the manner you chase after him for more when he pulls away.
He will only kiss you in private, where he can take his time with you. Arkha is particularly fond of long kisses followed by a small peck on the corner of your lips.
| Favorite places to kiss: back of the hand, top of head, ears.
☆ Follo Tunito
Follo kisses you with adoration.
His affection shows in the purest form. He will always, without fail, cradle both sides of your face when he kisses you as if he's holding the most precious thing in his life (He is). His thumb gently caresses your skin while kissing you, timid and loveable.
The kisses are never very long and he blushes after each little exchange. Follo is not a fan of using his tongue during kisses (mostly because he doesn't know what to do with it) and his favorite type is short but sweet kisses that brings out a smile on both of your faces.
He has the habit of using his hat to cover your faces and stealing kisses throughout the day, skipping away with the grin of someone that just won something.
Gachiakuta boys are confused, cause you're super shy in public but a talkative menace in private.
Fluff, f!reader, reader is shy in public but very talkative in private and crack || Thank you for the request dear<33
In public, you’re quiet, always half a step behind Enjin, hands folded, eyes down. You nod when spoken to, answer in short sentences, and freeze up when anyone looks at you too long. People assume you’re intimidated by them.
Enjin thinks it’s funny—at first.
Because the moment you’re alone?
“You know what’s crazy?” you say, already crawling onto the couch next to him. “The way you never wash your coat. Like statistically it should smell worse than this.”
He blinks. “You were silent for six hours.”
“And I was saving my energy,” you reply, immediately looping an arm around his waist. “Also your hair does that weird flip thing on the left side and I’ve been staring at it all day.”
Enjin bursts out laughing, one arm automatically pulling you closer. You do not stop talking. About nothing, about everything, about the dumb way Zanka walks, about how Tamsy blinks too slowly, about how you once dropped food and thought the ground would swallow you whole.
“You’re like a different person,” Enjin mutters, amused.
You hum, cheek pressed to his chest. “You make me feel…unlocked.”
From then on, Enjin subtly keeps you close. A hand on your shoulder in public, a quiet “you good?” murmured just for you—because he knows when you get home, you’ll cling to him like a koala and talk his ear off until he falls asleep smiling.
You barely speak around Tamsy at first. Soft voice, polite nods, hands fidgeting with your sleeves. You avoid eye contact like it might physically harm you.
Tamsy finds it…interesting but boring too.
Then one night, you’re alone in the main room together, chilling.
“…Okay,” you say, exhaling. “I’ve been holding that in for HOURS.”
And suddenly you’re right next to him, fingers gripping his sleeve.
“Do you ever feel like Enjin would survive a nuclear explosion but die slipping on a banana peel?”
Tamsy stares, but you keep going.
“And I saw Rudo practicing an intimidating stare in mirror but he was looking like a raccoon. Also—can you believe Corvus said—”
He starts laughing, quiet at first, then full, shoulders-shaking laughter.
From that day on, Tamsy notices the pattern—you cling to him when you think no one’s watching, sit closer than necessary, whisper jokes just for him.
He never calls attention to it—never teases you publicly.
Instead, he makes sure you’re always paired with him.
Because he likes being the only one who knows how loud you really are.
You make Zanka happy in public by doing absolutely nothing.
You’re shy, small, reserved—everything he doesn’t know how to handle, he keeps talking around you, filling silence with noise, because you never interrupt.
Until one day, you’re alone training together.
“You know,” you say casually, sitting way too close, “you fight like you’re mad at gravity.”
Zanka chokes. “WHAT?”
And then it’s over for him.
You’re glued to his side, tugging his sleeve, leaning on his shoulder, talking nonstop about the dumbest things—how rocks look like faces, how you think Enjin snores, how you definitely could beat August in a staring contest.
“You’re evil,” he groans, but he’s smiling.
In public, you revert—quiet, distant and polite.
Zanka becomes aggressively protective without realizing why—because he knows—only he gets this version of you.
And that makes him stupidly proud. (A dork)
Zodyl assumes you don’t like him at first.
You barely speak, you avoid him, you look terrified whenever he addresses you directly.
He’s used to that.
Then one day, you’re stuck together on a random duty.
“…Okay but hypothetically,” you say, leaning into his side, “if we had to rank everyone based on who would cry during a scary story—Jabber’s lying about not crying.”
Zodyl freezes, you keep going—closer, ofter, clingier.
He listens, patiently. Letting you ramble until your voice fades into smiles and hums.
“You’re…comfortable with me,” he says carefully.
You nod. “You don’t expect me to perform.”
From then on, Zodyl positions himself near you in public—a silent wall, a shield.
And when you’re alone, he lets you talk, lets you hold onto his arm.
Because trust, to him, is louder than words.
You’re painfully shy around Corvus. Head bowed. Voice barely audible. You look like you’re afraid he’ll vanish if you say the wrong thing.
He’s gentle with you because of it.
But one quiet evening—
You sit beside him and suddenly grab his sleeve.
“Okay but listen. LISTEN! What if birds gossip?”
Corvus smiles instantly.
You talk for hours, about nonsense, about thoughts you’d never say out loud, about how you hate silence unless it’s with him.
You cling without realizing it—head on his shoulder, fingers tangled in his coat.
Corvus never moves.
“You’re very expressive,” he murmurs fondly.
You blink. “Only with you.”
From then on, he never rushes you in public. Never forces conversation.
He knows the real you comes out when it’s safe.
And he’ll always be that place.(I love this man so much<3)
Hope you liked it.LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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Inspired by a request I got. Also, first time writing Arkha??? Hello???
Kinks: Brat Taming, Manhandling, Oral Fixation, Power Imbalance, Physical Dominance, Slight Degradation, Light Humiliation, Size Difference, Verbal Domination
Tamsy
You were snapping back at him again, irritation sharpening every word—whether it was him or the weight of the day didn’t matter. You knew better than anyone how dangerous it was to test the angelic devil wearing Tamsy’s face.
“And that’s why you’re a cunt, Tamsy,” you spat as he calmly sipped from his cup, leaning against the kitchen counter across from you. His long lashes lowered, drinking in your childish tirade with deceptive patience. “Because you never listen to me and you always think you’re right.”
His temple throbbed. The longer your petulant whining continued, the thinner his restraint stretched. He lifted his gaze just enough for that cold, distant stare to pin you—narrowing on your furrowed brow and flushed cheeks.
The Look.
The one that usually sent ice racing down your spine and stole the words from your tongue. The one that sent you scurrying with your tail between your legs, fully aware you’d pushed too far and were seconds from being dragged off for corrective punishment.
Today, it only fueled you. Expletives and accusations kept spilling out while he tried to enjoy his tea. Finally, Tamsy let out a soft, tired sigh and set his cup down with elegant finality.
The kitchen fell silent the moment he sauntered toward you. Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, cat finally catching it.
“Open,” he commanded, voice low and velvet-smooth, yet carrying the unmistakable edge of authority. His expression was ice incarnate—cold, calculating, and completely unmasked for anyone who might walk in. The angel had stepped aside; only the devil remained.
You refused, pressing your lips into a tight, defiant line, brows furrowed deeper.
Tamsy clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. “How predictable.”
His hand shot forward, fingers gripping your jaw with bruising precision. His thumb forced its way past your lips, pushing painfully until your mouth opened on a gasp. The pad of his thumb pressed down hard on your tongue, pinning it flat against the floor of your mouth.
“I thought you knew better than to speak to me in that tone, Bunny,” he murmured, the words deceptively gentle while his grip remained iron. He tilted your chin upward, forcing your eyes to meet his icy golden ones. “You forget yourself so easily when you’re in one of your little moods.”
Saliva already pooled at the corners of your stretched lips, your tongue twitching helplessly beneath the weight of his thumb. You fidgeted in his hold, heat flooding your cheeks.
Tamsy’s smile was soft, angelic, and utterly merciless. “Need I remind you that my attention—my presence—is a privilege I grant you? Not a right you may demand, nor a toy you may throw tantrums at when it displeases you.” His thumb pressed deeper, making you drool. “You exist in my world at my leisure, little bunny. Open that pretty mouth and disrespect me again… and I’ll be more than happy to teach you exactly where your place is.”
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Arkha
Arkha’s deep, resonant voice cut through the quiet of his office like a blade, calm and unhurried. He remained facing the tall window, broad back straight, hands clasped behind him.
You startled, breath catching in your throat. “How—how did you know I was watching?”
A low chuckle rumbled from him as he finally turned, the movement deliberate and powerful. Even from across the room, his presence filled the space—tall as Bro, deep brown skin glowing under the lantern light, those cool steel-gray eyes locking onto you with effortless authority. A placid smile curved his lips, polite on the surface but doing nothing to soften the imposing aura of the Cleaners’ boss.
“I could see your reflection in the glass,” he said simply.
“I could see your reflection in the glass,” you parroted back in a childish, mocking tone, tilting your head with exaggerated sweetness.
Arkha’s smile deepened, a spark of amusement flickering in those steel eyes.
You looked up at him fully as he approached, feeling the familiar mix of intimidation and heat that always accompanied being near him. He stopped just in front of you, towering without even trying.
“So,” he continued, voice smooth and measured like aged whiskey, “what brings you to my office, Bunny?”
“Semiu asked me to bring these to you,” you replied, holding out the thick stack of files. He accepted them with a nod, that same calm smile lingering as his eyes scanned the top page.
“Y’know, I wouldn’t have to climb three full staircases if you just wore your damn choker,” you complained, shifting your weight. “Or you could at least move your office closer to the foyer. I feel like I’ve climbed a fucking mountain.”
Arkha listened without interrupting, humming softly in acknowledgment while he continued reading. You kept going, the words tumbling out faster.
“Better yet, why don’t you come out of your fucking office and do your actual job instead of—”
A single finger pressed gently but firmly against your lips, silencing you instantly. Your cheeks burned with humiliation at how easily he shut you down—like a bratty child. Yet Arkha’s calm smile never wavered, warm and steady, his steel eyes holding yours without a hint of anger.
“I appreciate the honesty,” he said evenly, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “And I will take your suggestions into consideration—for everyone’s benefit.” His finger lingered a moment longer before dropping away. “Still, thank you for helping Semiu and the rest. It’s good of you to step up when you don’t have to.”
The sincere praise hit harder than any scolding. You looked away, suddenly shy, shuffling in place as heat crept up your neck. “It’s no problem… I was just sitting around anyway.”
Arkha nodded once, the gesture regal. “If that’s all, you can head out. And tell Semiu I’ll bring these down to her personally. Saves you the journey, right?”
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Gris
The jeep’s engine ticked quietly as it cooled under the hazy, dust-choked sky. You’d been driving in circles for what felt like forever, the endless cracked Ground doing nothing but making everyone’s mood worse.
Gris stood beside the hood, broad shoulders steady, blond hair slightly messy from the wind as he studied the worn map. Enjin leaned against the vehicle, cigarette glowing between his tattooed fingers.
“Map said left at the big rubble pile twenty meters past Durver,” Gris rumbled calmly.
Enjin exhaled a plume of smoke. “There hasn’t been rubble for the last two hours. We’re going in circles, man.”
You climbed out of the back seat where Follo and Tomme were still dozing and planted yourself firmly between the two Cleaners.
“I think if we go back to that small town we passed earlier, we could use the water tower as a landmark and—”
Neither man even glanced at you. Enjin leaned over and pointed at something on the map while Gris nodded, their voices overlapping as they kept talking.
Your irritation flared.
“Hello? I’m right here,” you said louder, waving a hand between them. “That town had supplies too. We’re low on gas, and if we just—”
Still nothing. They continued scanning the horizon like you were background static.
The heat, the dust, and hours of being ignored finally snapped something in you.
“Hey!” you barked, hands on your hips. “Are you assholes even listening to me? You’re the ones who got us lost in the first place driving around like you know where you’re going, and now you’re just gonna ignore me when I’m trying to help? I’ve been stuck in this damn jeep for hours with you two idiots, breathing in Enjin’s cigarette smoke and listening to you both act like I’m not even here, and—”
A large, calloused hand suddenly wrapped firmly around the back of your neck, warm and heavy. Gris pulled you against his side with calm strength, his voice low and even as he cut you off mid-rant.
“Your opinions aren’t needed right now, sweetheart.”
A chill ran quickly up your spine as he dominated you so easily. You looked up at him, bottom lip jutting out in a stubborn pout, heart hammering.
“But—”
“No buts.” His fingers flexed in warning, thumb pressing lightly against the side of your throat. Baby- blue eyes met yours, steady and patient but leaving no room for argument. “Go sit in the car. We’ll figure this out ourselves.”
You opened your mouth one last time, purely on principle, but the pressure on your neck increased just enough to silence you. Gris held you there for a long moment, letting the quiet sink in.
“Good girl,” he finally murmured, voice softening as he felt you relax. He pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head before gently steering you back toward the jeep. “Stay put and behave for us.”
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Bro
Running into your old friends from the brothel wasn’t on the to-do list when you and Bro headed into the city for errands. Yet here you were, tucked into a quiet little coffee shop, laughing loud and fond as the girls caught you up on all the latest chaos.
Bro sat awkwardly in the dainty armchair across from you, his massive frame making the delicate furniture look like it belonged in a dollhouse. He fidgeted with the tiny cup in his huge hands, cheeks already faintly pink as you recounted life with the Cleaners. The overly sweet drink you’d recommended for him sat mostly untouched—he’d taken one sip and decided it was way too much, but he was happy just to sit beside you and watch you light up.
“So what’s life been like with you?” a friend asked, leaning in with a grin. “Anything interesting since you left us for the Cleaners?”
You shook your head, still smiling. “Not really. Enjin’s still… Enjin.”
The table erupted in knowing laughter. Then another one of your friends turned to you with a sly, mischievous look. “But the sex is still great, right? Enjin might be an ass, but you’ve got big guy over here dickin’ you down too, yeah?”
She tilted her cup toward Bro.
The table went quiet as every eye turned to him. Bro felt his face burn instantly. His hand, which had been resting comfortably on your thigh under the table, suddenly tensed. He swallowed hard, golden-brown eyes flicking to you.
You wouldn’t… right? That’s private. Girls don’t just—
You smiled sweetly at your friends. “Well…”
Bro’s grip on your thigh tightened in warning.
You ignored it, bratty sparkle in your eyes. “Bro’s got one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen. One of the thickest too—”
His hand squeezed harder.
“And he loves being called—”
The chair clattered loudly as Bro shot up. Before you could finish, his massive hand wrapped around your wrist and he hauled you out of your seat like you weighed nothing. Awkward goodbyes were muttered as he dragged you out of the café and down the busy street, your complaints falling on deaf ears.
He didn’t stop until he shoved you into a quiet alley, pressing your back against the wall with his enormous frame. One huge hand clamped firmly over your mouth, muffling your squawk of protest. His other hand pinned your hip, caging you completely.
“Chiquita,” he rumbled low, warm chocolate eyes now filled with disappointment and a hint of embarrassment. “You don’t go spilling that kinda business in public. Not about me. Not about anyone.”
You tried to mumble against his palm, but his hand stayed sealed tight—big enough that his fingers easily covered your mouth and part of your cheeks. The sheer size difference made your knees feel weak.
Bro sighed, forehead resting against yours for a moment. “I hate disciplinin’ you like you’re Dear… but sometimes you need it, huh?”
He kept his hand over your mouth a little longer, thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly while he let you squirm. Only when your struggling eased did he slowly pull it away, replacing it with a gentle but firm kiss to your forehead.
“Just… don’t do it again, okay?”
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Enjin
You were bent over Semiu’s desk, palms flat on the cool surface as she pointed out the latest mission notes. Too engrossed in the conversation to notice the heavy footsteps approaching from behind.
You definitely felt him, though.
Enjin’s large, tattooed hand cracked across your raised ass so hard the sound echoed off the concrete walls like a gunshot. You yelped, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as you whipped your head over your shoulder to glare at him.
“The fuck was that for?” you snapped, cheeks already burning.
He just grinned—that lazy, shit-eating grin that carved deep dimples into his face—and gave a nonchalant shrug, golden eyes sparkling with pure mischief.
Your blood boiled.
You spun on your heel to face him fully, fists clenched at your sides. “You wanna die, asshole?”
Enjin’s smirk only deepened. In one smooth motion he stepped in close, one big hand shooting up to grab your face. His palm cupped your jaw as his thumb and fingers dug into your cheeks, squishing them together and forcing your lips into a perfect, helpless little O.
“Damn, trouble. You kiss your favorite Cleaner with that mouth?” he drawled, voice low and rough.
“Fuck you.”
You tried to wrench away, gripping his wrist with both hands and kicking uselessly at the floor, but he didn’t budge. The more you struggled, the wider his grin got. Heat flooded your face—anger, embarrassment, something hotter underneath.
So you did the only thing left.
You gathered every bit of saliva in your mouth and tried to spit at him.
It didn’t work.
Because of the way he was holding your face, all that spit just spilled helplessly over your forced pout and dripped down your chin in a thick, embarrassing trail. Enjin’s golden eyes darkened instantly, the playful glint sharpening into something dangerous.
You fucked up.
He yanked you forward by your face, crashing his mouth down onto your pouted lips. You gasped against him as his tongue shoved past the forced O and invaded your mouth, hot and demanding. He didn’t give you a chance to recover—his tongue slid over yours, pinned it down, licked deep like he was punishing every bratty word you’d tried to say. The grip on your face stayed firm, keeping your cheeks squished and your lips soft and pliant for him to devour.
Wet, messy sounds filled the quiet foyer. You could feel the drool on your chin mixing with the kiss as he claimed every inch of your mouth, tongue fucking into you until your knees felt weak.
When he finally pulled back, a thin string of spit connected your lips for a second before it broke. Your eyes were hazy, cheeks flushed dark red, chest heaving.
Enjin smiled down at you, canines flashing as his thumb dragged across your spit-slick chin.
“You done talking now?”
Your only answer was a soft, broken whine as your thighs pressed together, the fight completely kissed out of you.
pairing(s) enjin, tamsy, corvus, and zodyl x reader
desc. “darn it, i have a crush on you.” isle of dogs. contains fluff, mentions of falling in love, small injury mention. wc 1420.
★ enjin For the first time in awhile, years even, Enjin is throughly, both mentally and physically exhausted. As the head of team Akuta he’s no stranger to enduring arduous missions that could last for weeks on end sometimes, but this one has truly drained him of all of his remaining strength.
Normally, when he returned back to headquarters from a mission of this nature he would head to a local bar or back to his room to unwind—but this time there was someone he wanted to see. He knew that you were likely in your room at this late hour, probably at least one hundred pages deep into your latest read, seated in a comfy chair next to your nightstand.
Turning the cool doorknob, he lets himself into your room and the sight of you immediately lifts some of the weight off of his shoulders, even more so after he closes the door and joins you in your chair. This chair certainly wasn’t meant for two individuals, and definitely not someone of Enjin’s stature, but he seamlessly melds your bodies together anyways, his legs tangling with your own and resting his head on you chest (so he didn’t block the view of your book).
“Rough week?” You question, leisurely raking your free hand through his gelled blonde strands, not taking your eyes from your reading. He hummed in response, shifting to get more comfortable. “Wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head before snuggling even further, his grip tightening some. “No, just keep holdin’ me.” You’re pretty much the only one in the entirety of the cleaners he feels this comfortable being completely vulnerable around, and that’s how he knows you’re the one he belongs with for the long haul.
★ tamsy Well aware he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, Tamsy takes notice of anyone who actually goes out of their way to spend time in his presence. Of course Delmon doesn’t mind spending time with him because they’re on Team Eager together, and Delmon doesn’t seem to mind being around anyone so he doesn’t count.
For some reason though, as both a new employee of the cleaners organization as well a member of team eager, you didn’t seem to mind being in his company. Surprisingly, you even confided in him for advisement instead of going to the team leader when you needed assistance with a decision. Clearly, you were comfortable with him in a way that most of the other cleaners were not, and it made him even more fascinated.
As the months went on he began to realize he yearned for your presence when you weren’t around each other even for the shortest period of time. Even more shocking, in addition to wanting to be around you more than anyone else, he also had an unfamiliar urge to have his hands somewhere on your person—not in a creepy manner, but a comforting one. These were uncommon feelings for him indeed.
Much to his hidden delight, you didn’t reject or object to any of his advances, instead welcoming them not necessarily with open arms but a gentleness reserved only for him. Gentle moments between you two were starting to become routine, and he didn’t feel the to put a name on them, but he was beginning to understand they likely weren’t completely platonic.
Evidence of this fact was even more obvious when you happened to get injured on a mission and injured your arm, greatly impeding your ability to use your jinki properly. Instead of objecting and waiting for Eisha to heal you like everyone else, you allowed him to bandage your wrist, not even flinching when he leaned down to place a soft peck on it—as if it was commonplace. His feelings were definitely undeniable now.
★ arkha As the leader of the Cleaners, Corvus rarely had time to converse with his own employees, let alone an everyday civilian, but against all odds, it happened. Semiu had been urging him to take a break since he’d been in his office all afternoon, and an eventual chance encounter at a local café with a sardonic waitress ended in a valuable friendship he didn’t expect.
Despite his busy work schedule that often left him working for entire days on end with out much relent, he still made time to visit you and for the first time he had someone outside of his occupation to vent to, and vice versa. Although he couldn’t see you as often as he would’ve liked to, he cherished the time you were able to spend together. Never one to find yourself looking forward to work, you had a change of heart and began to enjoy the shifts where he would visit.
More commonly, your conversations naturally would take place at your job, but eventually you began visiting his office after you got off work, delivering a steaming to go cup of black coffee and a left over cinnamon roll, which you had quickly realized were his personal favorite. Taken aback by your kindness and clearly taking note of something as insignificant as his usual order, it created a warm feeling in his chest that he looked forward to every time you met.
While your conversational topics could very from something as mundane as the weather to more serious subjects like your childhoods, you would usually allow Corvus to do most of the talking since his life was considerably more interesting than your own in your opinion. Unlike those days, today, you made the decision to open up more about a particularly difficult piece of history you had experienced.
Used to your deadpan humor and generally calm nature, Corvus was once again taken aback and for once unsure of what to do next. Seeing several tears begin to well up into your eyes, he felt that warm feeling in his chest begin to fade and form into a dark void that was threatening to grow larger, so without much thought he gathered you into an embrace. Initially afraid of your reaction, he was relieved when he felt your rigid composure soften and almost melt into his hold, fingertips beginning to graze his shoulder blades absentmindedly.
He wasn’t sure what his feelings were becoming, but he was determined to keep those tears off your face for as long as you would allow him.
★ zodyl It takes quite the individual to grasp Zodyl’s attention, and even more effort to maintain it even for a short period of time. Yet somehow, you managed to not only capture his attention but also his intrigue, which needless to say was another difficult feat for the average human—but you’d accomplished it, without much effort.
Though he may never vocalize it, he actually did value the members of the Raiders, even if it was mainly because he was using them as pawns in his greater scheme to take down the sphere. On the other hand, you had begun to unexpectedly stand out among your peers, going above and beyond your abilities to help him achieve his goals.
This led him to trusting you with more sensitive information that he would keep from the others, even asking you for your personal opinion on the matter and actually valuing your feedback. After a while, he began to request your presence even for the most mundane of questions and tasks, all the while telling himself it was only because you were reliable and a hard worker.
As the weeks went by it became harder to convince himself that he only needed you around for those reasons, but he honestly was beginning not to care, it’s not like anyone would question him on his change in behavior or having a clear favorite among the Raiders regardless. On the other end, you were aware of this soft spot and knew you could leave his presence at anytime if you wanted to, but thankfully for him, you chose not to.
This particular day, he had once again momentarily pulled you away from the others (much to Jabber’s disappointment, as he was attempting to talk your head off about some gruesome fight he’d had) to discuss something in private, and he’d gently grabbed your arm to guide you away. Even when you both were successfully out of earshot from the others, he didn’t let his grasp on your arm go, and judging by your facial expression and lack of negative reaction, you didn’t mind.
Whether this ‘emotional attachment’ would cause problems for him in the future, Zodyl simply didn’t care, intent on you in close proximity.
a/n: eek!! my first ever nsfw work!! lmk what you think <3
enjin:
not super thick, but definitely longer than average. probably around 8.5-9 inches when hard and he’s a shower. if he goes commando in loose fitting pants, it’s not difficult to catch a glimpse of a print. he tries to keep his pubes trimmed, but that is not high on his list of priorities, so it can get a little wild sometimes. the head gets all cute and red when he’s hard, and there are a few large veins running the length of his cock.
gris rubion:
suuuper thick. like beer can thick. average length, probably 5-6 inches with not much of a curve to it. nice, sexy, fat balls. if he’s been hard long enough, the head turns a pretty shade of purplish-red, and the single thick vein stretching from base to tip gets even fatter. he prefers to keep his dense blonde pubes trimmed, even taking the time to shave his sack.
tamsy caines:
tamsy’s cock is utterly gorgeous, just like the rest of him. it’s on the smaller side, both in girth and length, around 4-5 inches, and his balls are cute and tight and close to his body. he’s definitely a grower and there’s a slight curve to his cock. since getting his labret pierced, he’s been thinking about getting some sort of dick piercing, but has been too… busy. he alternates between trimming his pubes and shaving them completely. and he’s probably got such a pretty taint, too.
follo tunito:
everything about follo’s cock is wonderfully average. it’s about 5 inches, not too thick, and has a subtle curve to it. the skin is slightly tanner than the rest of his body and the tip is a dark, peachy color. his sack hangs a little low and is just a little darker than his cock. there are a couple of thin veins, but they don’t span the entire length of his dick. follo’s pubes are the same rich chocolate brown as his hair and he doesn’t bother to trim or shave them.
bro santa:
bro’s cock is just straight up big. long and fat, around 9 inches, with multiple thick veins spanning from base to tip, and a heavy sack. his pubes are thick and wild, though he attempts to keep them under control. the shaft is the same color as the rest of his skin, but his tip is a deep peachy, almost tan color. speaking of bro’s tip, it absolutely weeps precum almost as soon as he’s erect. if he’s hard before he manages to get his pants off, there’s guaranteed to be a visible wet spot on his pants, just past where his thigh meets his hip.
arkha corvus:
holy shit. huuuuge, like 10-11 inches. a gorgeous milk chocolate color, with a dusty rose tip and one or two thick veins. there’s a slight curve downward, as well. arkha is a well put together man, so of course he trims his bush. he might even go so far as to exfoliate if he’s feeling fancy. he is a grade-A shower, for sure. his balls definitely hang pretty low, and they are always so, so warm.
jabber wonger:
jabber’s cock is an average length, an even 6 inches, though it is a little on the thicker side. it’s the same milky coffee color as the rest of his body and the tip is a deep rose. though, if he stays hard long enough, it turns into a pinky-mauve. there is a noticeable curve upward. jabber does not give two fucks about keeping his pubes in check, honestly. he’s likely got a few scars on his shaft from… experimenting with his own pleasure.
