pussydrunk! waterboy who is just busy looking up at you with that same adorable tone of pleading in his irises in unison of his tongue burying itself deep, deep into your cunt like his life depends on it.
pussydrunk! waterboy who has two fingers inside you to make you even wetter than you already are, his mouth busy pleasing your clit—it only got better when you shoved his face down onto your heat using his hair. god it would be the best if you wrapped your legs around your neck.
pussydrunk! waterboy who laps his tongue into your entrance to lick up the slick that had been a result of your other precious climaxes; the bridge of his nose ‘coincidentally’ bumping into your bud as he kept those roughed up lips of his on yours.
pussydrunk! waterboy who loved to have his hands on the outskirts of your thighs, warm palms that landed on your cold skin kept you anchored down from every climax that could lift thousands off their feet—
pussydrunk! waterboy’s long fingers plunge deep into your sweet g-spot had your back arching right onto the tips of his fingers. “oh… my god. doing s’good baby, i—”
pussydrunk! waterboy who cannot, for the life of him, keep himself off you for more than ten minutes when in bed together :)
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Chapter 1: Sober Days
The alarm detonates in your ear, not ringing but violating, a metallic screech so sharp it feels like it is itching all the wrong parts of your brain, burrowing deep into the soft parts of your brain, the ones that have not fully woken yet, itching, scraping, like the damn thing is personally offended that you dared to sleep.
"God...fuck-why do I still use this thing?" you groan, slapping at the offending object on your nightstand without even looking.
The screech continues.
Absolutely relentless, at an absolutely unnecessary volume for this hour. It feels intentional. Punishing. You force yourself upright just enough to land the killing blow, slamming your palm onto the right button at last.
Silence falls.
The high-pitched ringing in your ear does not. It lingers, thin and high and ghostlike, your own personal reminder that the day has already started wrong.
A sigh slips out of you as you push yourself up, rubbing at your eyes with the heel of your hand until colours smear behind your lids. You blink several times, trying to make the world align itself.
Your room greets you with its usual charm.
Clothes draped over your chair like a corpse thrown over a railing. More clothes slumped across your dresser. A mountain of them across the floor. Not even one inside the dresser itself, as if the drawers have developed some kind of moral opposition to doing their job.
A half-eaten protein bar lies on your desk, congealed and melancholy, next to a mug of cold coffee with a thin layer on top. The air has a slight aroma of old coffee and yesterday's fatigue.
The general aura of please clean me before I become sentient.
A perfect reflection of your life.
Miserable, cluttered, and somehow still functioning.
You blow a stray strand of hair away from your face. "Great," you say in a harsh voice. "A visual metaphor for my life."
You almost slip on a sweater as you swing your legs off the bed. Perhaps it is a towel. It is difficult to tell right now.
When you push it away with your foot, it simply falls into the remaining pile of laundry. When you kick a stack of shirts in the direction of the bed, they suddenly vanish beneath it, exiled into the void where misplaced objects perish.
As you stagger towards the bathroom, your head is still pounding from the alarm's attack, your joints are tight, and your skin is chilly.
The hallway is dark and narrow; the kind of early-morning dimness that makes everything look slightly wrong. Your bare feet hit the tile, and the chill bites straight up your legs.
When you flip the switch, the bathroom light flickers once, twice, as if it is considering if it is worth illuminating you today.
At last, it begins to buzz.
It is a terrible light. Cold, unforgiving, the kind that highlights every flaw on your face you'd rather not acknowledge before coffee.
You lean over the sink and twist the faucet.
A shock of water bursts out, splashing over your palms, which your hands quickly cup and drag the liquid over your face, soaking your skin like someone who has just crawled out of a desert with a personal vendetta against hydration.
You take a long breath, elbows locked, both hands braced against the sink.
You raise your head.
Your reflection greets you, a version of yourself you're still not used to.
Your [E/C] eyes look... tired.
Not just "I stayed up late" tired, but the kind that goes deeper.
The kind that lingers after eight hours of sleep, clinging to you like wet chains, refusing to let go. No spark. No energy.
Just someone trying to make it through another morning.
Your gaze shifts to the faint, pale scar on your cheek, thin, almost delicate, a reminder etched into your skin.
That stupid, thin line that looks so harmless now. Quiet. Healed. But somehow accusing.
Your breath catches in your throat.
No. Not this. Not now.
And yet the memory doesn't wait. It crashes into you like a tidal wave.
First comes the heat. Not warmth. Not comfort. Heat like fire itself is alive, crawling along the walls, curling around your lungs, biting at your eyes. It stings. It burns. It's everywhere, yet nowhere can you escape.
Then the sound, God no, not sound.
Chaos. A symphony of panic. Screams layered on screams, metal tearing, glass shattering, fire hissing, sirens wailing, but all of it drowned beneath your pulse, roaring so loud it feels like it is ripping your skull apart.
You clutch the sink harder, knuckles white, as the bathroom's cold tile tries, and fails, to anchor you to reality. The world is tilting. Shadows flicker at the edges of your vision, bright orange and violent, devouring everything.
The smoke comes next. Thick. Acrid. It fills your lungs before you can even think, clawing its way down your throat, scraping at the inside of your chest. You cough. You choke. The walls close in.
A hand slips from yours.
Too fast. Too sudden. Your body reacts before your mind even registers. You reach, grasping at air, grasping at what you cannot hold, what you can never pull back.
Then the pain. White-hot. Flashing. Across your cheek. Sharp and immediate. Confusing. You never really remember what cut you, only that it burned. Only that it left a mark that time could never erase.
And then... silence.
That impossible silence that presses down, heavy, suffocating. It conveys everything without a single word.
Your heart thrashes in your chest. Too fast, too shallow, like it's trying to escape. Your knees shake. Your lungs heave. The room tilts, the world spins, and you feel the walls close in, pressing against your ribs with cruel insistence.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Your nails dig into the sink. Porcelain bites back. Your fingers ache, but it's the only thing tethering you to the present. You force a breath in. Long. Slow. Controlled. Another. Another. Artificial.
You open your eyes. The bathroom returns: cold tiles under your feet, fluorescent light buzzing weakly above, your reflection pale and trembling at the edges.
The scar remains. Quiet. Almost pretty. A liar.
"Not today," you whisper, and it's more plea than promise.
And the memory sinks slowly, like a weight sliding to the bottom of a dark lake, leaving only the echo of your own heartbeat in its wake. You stand there for a moment, shoulders tight, chest heavy, letting the silence stretch just long enough to remind you that you're still here: still alive.
Then, almost automatically, you peel off your sleep shirt, letting it fall somewhere vaguely laundry-adjacent, and step into the shower.
The water is cold.
Not refreshing, not shocking in a fun way, just cold, unforgiving. You are too tired to wait for it to warm. It hits your skin like a thousand tiny needles, biting, snapping you back to reality from the storm still churning behind your eyes.
You tilt your head back, letting the water trail down your spine in steady, quiet lines, but it does not drown the memory entirely. The scar on your cheek itches, not physically, but mentally. That flash of heat, smoke, screams, sirens, the weight of helplessness and guilt, all press against your chest, and your lungs tighten around them.
The world outside the shower ceases to exist.
No alarm, no phone buzzing, no harsh fluorescent lights, just the relentless tick of your own pulse, the sting of the cold water, and the echo of the past clawing at your consciousness. You close your eyes, bite back a shudder, and try to focus on the rhythm of the water, letting it trick you into thinking for a moment that nothing else matters.
God, you could stay here forever. Just you, the water, and the faint hiss of steam curling through the tile.
Some days, it feels less like a joke and more like a temptation.
But not today.
You have somewhere to be. Whether you want to or not.
You finally turn the water off, shivering as the cold air hits your bare skin. Wrapping the towel tightly around yourself, you force your hair into submission with a quick blow-dry, your hands trembling slightly, not from cold, but from adrenaline fading too slowly.
The routine begins. Clean undergarments. Dark, neatly pressed pants, the only clothing in your life that seems to respect the rules. Tucked-in undershirt. And then... the SDN shirt.
The symbol of your suffering. Bright logo over your left chest. Corporate-approved. Perfectly designed to remind you of your own insignificance while everyone else flies around, risking life and limb.
You stare at yourself in the mirror. Straight collar. Hair is still damp at the ends. Slight bags under your eyes. Exhaustion carved into your features like a permanent tattoo. And yet, alive. Still alive.
You grab your bag, your ID, and your boots. Pause in the doorway.
Day thirty-one.
Thirty-one days of staying clean.
Thirty-one days of white knuckling it.
Thirty-one days of doing the thing your brain insists is pointless.
"Hurray," you mutter under your breath. Flat, dry, humourless. The saddest little celebration in the history of mankind.
But it counts. It still counts.
Locking the door behind you, you step into the morning. The air is colder than it has any right to be, and it mocks you for having just left the warmth of the shower. You tug your SDN shirt tighter, brace yourself against the gusts whipping through the streets, and start walking.
Just another morning for you.
The air is colder than it has any right to be, which is especially insulting, considering you have just come out of a cold shower. You tug your SDN shirt tighter and start down the street.
The city is already awake. People are rushing to work. Heroes flying overhead like it is completely normal to break the sound barrier at 8 a.m.
A glowing-blue zips past you with a gust of wind that nearly knocks you on your ass.
You glare at the sky."No blinkers, huh?"
A few people chuckle as they pass. Good. Let them laugh. You're too tired to care.
You cross the street, dodge a delivery drone that seems personally offended by your existence, and make your way toward the SDN building.
You take a breath, push the door open, and step inside.
herman’s face was buried into your cunt, hands stuck to the soft skin of your thighs, you didn’t realize how truly strong he was if he had the same confidence and willpower to fight others with the same energy he had in eating you out.
“ooh—fuck! herm- hah, w… wait!” you had your hands buried in his brown strands of hair, your inner thighs only tighten even more. watching those big, oceanic eyes staring right back up; fuck they were ruining you. and you were so into it.
“mmmn… mhm, g-glad—mmf!—you like it…” you shut your eyes at your boyfriend humming vibrations into your wet, greedy entrance. long, lengthy pale fingers grinded against your sweet, spongy area inside.
“mmfgh—haah, s-sorry my—nnh—love,” he couldn’t help but whimper out under his breath. his palms were slightly shaky, it felt like if he had taken his mouth off of you for more than a second; you would fall frail, and fragile. he didn’t want to leave you, not even for more than he needed.
you have no idea where your herman had learned… but gosh his tongue dragging up your slit had felt more than just ephemeral… it was breathtaking. literally.
“ooh, aahnn—fuck! s’good…” you couldn’t help but let out breathy moans, he had been kissing and sucking at your clit for hours, and hours again. “mmn,”
and when you squirt for the first time? oh he is absolutely head over heels all over again, and he’s back to making out with your cunt like it’s his first time hooking up with someone at a fancy party.
“thought… that only happened w-with me…” … “oh i mean you know, my um… my powers…”
May I request headcanons for Sonar, Royd, Flambae, Waterboy, and Robert reacting to his shy gn s/o asking to kiss his cheek please?
" like i'm gonna lose you! " . . . 𝝑𝝔 cute ass prompt oml for some its just a surprise peck !! </33 ft. sonar, royd, flambae, waterboy, robert x gn! reader (separately)
synopsis. they didn't expect, but they weren't going to complain!
cw: fluff, kissing n all that sap LOL, gn! reader, established relationship!
wc. idk, not proofread & might be ooc!
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sonar did not want to expect anything from you, don't take that in a bad way! i mean he didn't want you to feel pressured to do anything just because you were in a relationship, and people made you feel obligated to put yourself into uncomfortable situations.
similarly: an example being public display of affection, he knows you weren't a big fan of it, so he will only initiate it if you would like.
and usually- you would ask him if it was fine to do this or that with him, even if his answer had always been yes... but this once, instincts took over you.
"oh, th.. thank you so much vic'!" you smiled with glee, your face was flushed with small, yet dark hues across your cheeks. maybe you were the angel that came to save him... maybe he should use that line on you next time too! that's what he was thinking about before...
peck!
...
his mind went blank.
completely... empty.
"...victor? sorry, was that too sudden? i-i can um... i can-" you were cut off by his sudden hand on your shoulders, looking at you with those pretty little eyes he stared at you with.. you gasped underneath your breath, your boyfriend still in shock. his ears were straight up, shock still fills sonar as he tries his best to process what you just did...
"could you... could you do that again? please?"
royd loved to show you off, always telling everybody how amazing you are, and how thankful he was to have such an adorable partner like you were. you always returned the affection in your own quiet, subtle ways, likes your hand in his, or a hug that others would barely even notice...
and again, he never forced you to do anything, especially if you didn't want to, or felt innately uncomfortable with certain situations; he should be the one protecting you whilst you do the same, so when you...
leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek when he gifted you your favorite book, and took you both out to the place you both first went out in. "you like it, my love?" you loved to watch him smile whenever he gave you things, like his affection; whether in words, actions, or physical gifts. or all the above.
"oh, royd! i.. i love it so much." you couldn't help but have a show of teeth, grinning ear-to-ear, with that same loving gaze you shared with him many times before. he had closed his eyes shut while he chuckled, rubbing his neck before-
peck!
"i... i really can't think of... of anything else to thank you..." - "u-uhuh, y-y're welcome, angel..."
flambae was known to tell everybody about you. he talked about you so much, others knew just as much as he did, so even when your birthday came around, people would immediately be able to guess what he'd gotten you.
so was it really a surprise when usually he was the one usually initiating the kisses between you?
not that much...
up until this one day you came over to sdn to bring him lunch, a place where everyone could talk to you about how much your boyfriend loves to mention you. "hi chad." you wave to him as he gets up from the seat he was sat up on a table.
“aye… azizam… you made it.” the long black-haired man picks you up briefly as he puts you back down. “wha… for me?” pointing to your small lunch placed in your hands, “mhm, for you.”
you hum as you watch hum take it into his arms, “gosh, this is so good—name, baby what’d you put into this?” — “my love.”
your face had that beautiful little smile you always did, and before he could notice, your lips had pecked his cheek.
“…chad?”
…
“huh? yes, sorry… what, baby? you need new earrings? a ring?”
waterboy… oh herman, you don’t even know what’s coming. as much as you are shy with others, you do tend to like causing a few harmless pranks on your boyfriend—so what was the harm in this one when…
oh my god.
you were just making coffee in your kitchen, early; breakfast brewing carefully, you were doing dishes to clean up after yourself before you see another set of hands beside you, helping you with cleaning up as well,
"oh, herm- you don't have to," you bumped his hip with your own as he shook his head, "no, nono. let me help." a small smile was plastered on the tall man's face. he had been helping you around almost the whole morning,
"herm, it's your day off, you should be resting..." taking a seat beside him on the couch, you gradually lean onto his shoulder. "doesn't matter, i'm always gonna... gonna help you all the same, you're my partner, not my slave."
you felt your heart flutter at his words, god you loved him so much... there wouldn't be much of a surprise when you-
peck!
"...thank you again, hermie." - "u-uhuh, anything... for um- for you." his face still nonetheless in shock, the waterboy couldn't help but blush, you hadn't been one to initiate too much,
even when you lean against him, he was as frozen as the sea during winter.
one way to shock the mecha man of sdn was to tell his incredibly shy significant other about his deprivation of affection, despite being true or not would not affect the results. robert never asked anything of you that he thought would be crossing boundaries,
so the surprise on his face was as clear as day when he received a nice little peck on his cheek from his significant other.
even when his cheeks were heated up, he still spoke with the utmost sincerity and respect as you did, god could you stop looking so cute when you smile like that?
"you know... ahem, you could always kiss me, no need to ask." an awkward cough emitted from his throat mid-sentence to really get your attention, his palms clasp around yours while eye contact is kept between the both of you.
he couldn't help but touch the spot you had placed your lips over for the rest of the day, restless about you- about how easily you could break the walls he had spent years building around himself.
through sarcastic remarks, and ironic insults, he found himself having the utmost seriousness when he ended up in your arms that night, and every other night.
𑣲 " ...you? i want them! " ♡ robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, sonar x gn! reader . . . 𝝑𝝔 UWAAAA i liked this layout a ton!
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა cw: sfw & fluff content ahead, established relationship
𑣲 synopsis: when a girl comes up to the both of you asking for someone's number, but unexpectedly... they're asking for you.
𑣲 wc: ~1k ; not proofread, might be ooc!
robert robertson iii
you both are going out for the fun of it since it's been a while since it was just the two of you, no coworkers, no hero funny business, no beef- actually beef was with you guys since no one was available to babysit.
but that's basically just you two since beef is just sleeping or sniffing random shit most of the date.
so when you sat down on a bench nearby the usual sorbet ice cream place you both always went to, you felt like you were already being eyed down from afar... it felt a little scary nonetheless.
so when you finally got your half of the ice cream, a pretty, blonde girl of a height around five foot five; "hey, i thought you were real cute, you available anytime this saturday?"
you hadn't replied at all but you simply let your boyfriend do the talking, obviously assuming she was asking him.
"sorry, i'm-"
naturally assuming she was asking him, you hadn't expected to see her shoving the brunette out of her way and took the spot that was supposedly his seat, now beside you.
"i meant you, pretty. i wouldn't mind the dog either."
slowly turning his head to where the woman had sat down, offering up a piece of paper with her number written in ink, "you... her- oh, you wanted hers..." just as gradually processing it as you let out a laugh at his reaction.
politely rejecting the girl, she nods her head in small disappointment before respectfully leaving-
bye he ends up sooo jealous afterwards i can't lie. will hold your hand way more often than before, so legit your hands are filled. one hand to hold beef by his leash, and the other with your adorably seething boyfriend.
blonde blazer
pls mandy is like both shocked, and not shocked. first you two were on your way to sdn together, coming back from lunch together. you were just gonna greet your girlfriend goodbye before somebody noticed you in the lobby while waiting.
"hey, u- um... could i get your number? i thought you were really cute..." a shy girl tries to wave to get both your attentions on her, but before she could continue, "oh, i'm taken, sweetheart sorry-"
"oh, sorry... no i meant um... them?" peeking over the blonde's shoulder to look at you, holding mandy's bag, and eating a popsicle in the other, "wha, me?"
"yeah! i um... i've seen you around a ton, and saw the pokemon card in your phone case, and i thought it'd be cool if..." shyly twiddling with a piece of her hair before offering out her phone, her own phonecase having the rock-fairy pokemon diancie on the back. "ohhhh, yeah, sorry no, i'm matching with pretty girl over here." you smile before nudging mandy to show her own phone case.
ah... you had plusle, and she had minun. that made it clear to the poor thing,
the girl being all flustered and embarrassed after realizing you two were literally coming back from a date; your significant other being visibly surprised still from how the interaction went down. was it not obvious you two were... you know what nevermind.
once the lady leaves, the blonde hero places a kiss on your cheek. "so this is why you got us these?" - "not really, but it's cool that she recognized it."
she would memorize all pokemon for you, she DON'T play bout you.
invisigal
courtney gets hit on a lot believe it or not, it was normal for people to ask for her number when you two went out, aaaand you came to terms with that. it's not like they know about down bad she is for you in private LOL
walking around the mall, happily eating at the paper bag of mini pancakes your lovely girlfriend had bought you, proudly walking around and giving everyone a gaze that said "yeah, they're with me, what of it?"
both of you were standing idly at a plushie store, shopping for a new one to place on the bed once more because... well you mentioned wanting another, and court offered to buy said plushie !!!
muttering under your breath, you contemplated choosing between the squirrel, and the dinosaur. the squirrel, a fluffy, adorable tail- one that you would love to cuddle into and share with your significant other... or the dinosaur that gave you uncontrollable cuteness regression.
courtney was patient with you believe it or not, she wouldn't mind waiting a hundred years just to tell you she can buy you both. LOL
sighing, but before you could choose, a girl comes up to the both of you, "uh, excuse me? could i get your number?" a happy-go-lucky peers over to the both of you, but your girlfriend was quick to say,
"sorry, taken and very lovingly going to sta-" - "oh no, i meant the beauty next to you, my bad."
courtney's head snaps up in absolute confusion. no one had even dared to think about trying to talk to you, i mean, you were by her side 24/7...
"oh! me? well, ms. short-tempered here is taken by me... sorry to you as well."
the woman nods at your reply, before respectfully leaving...
oh my godddd courtney is sizzling with jealousy. not even because that lady had asked for your number, but someone dared to ask for your number when she was right there with you?
holds your hand a little tighter before stuffing both animals into the cart.
"oh, i just want-" "i'm buying both."
sonar
victor is APPALLED to think anybody has the courage to even come up to either of you LOL. you two either give scary as fuck but hot vibes or power couple that's untouchable vibes, so it's a surprise when anybody tries to hit on either of you.
you were buying bunny-shaped desserts from your favorite bakery nearby, sonar standing right by your side. (offering to pay when in reality its his money but better managed by you).
that's when the cashier suddenly spoke, "hey wait you forgot something!" you realized you hadn't received your change as you approached the front desk again, sonar following silently beside you,
"thanks!" you cheer as sonar is the one to take the money from the lady before going back to scrolling mindlessly on his phone again before- "hey, could i get your number? pretty cute, i can't lie. it'd be a waste if i don't ask now."
shared silence was clear in the air as you and your boyfriend shared a gaze for a moment before placing the money whilst he replied. "they're my partner, sorry."
"oh i didn't mean you, you don't look approachable at all, no offense, but you..." from referring to your lover and back to you, you sort of just stared in shock. "oh, me? no, sorry he's my very handsome boyfriend."
when you two leave, he isn't necessarily jealous... no, he becomes more possessive than he already was. whether that was a bat tendency or shit he picked up, you hadn't even realized he pulled you closer by your waist as you yapped away all his thoughts.
putting his phone away before saying, "you are dangerously hot." - "where'd that come from?" - "just processed now."
Can I request nsfw headcanons for Royd, Sonar Flambae (if you don't mind), Waterboy, and Robert eating fem reader out please?
content warnings: nsfw & 18+ content ahead, flambae isn't included, fem anatomy! reader, gn! afab! reader, no gendered pronouns/petnames used, oral, established relationship
you may as well say royd is having the time of his life when he gets to taste you, it's a blessing, a reward, a prize, it's fuckin' everything and he's LOVING it.
holds you down by your squishy thighs in order to lick everything he can, not that you could escape from his crazy vice grips that stayed solely on your hips, thighs, and everything nice.
likes it better when you pull on his hair, it's one of the ways he can tell you subconsciously ask him for more.
sets a very clear boundary if ever you ask him to, because he is very strict about it when you do happen to use it, and will always put your feelings first. all the guys on the list here do this actually :P
loves to hum into your cunt, it's an addiction he unfortunately cannot resist, not even for you, not even when you're so overstimulated you physically cannot even come for him anymore
he sometimes says he'll eat you out as foreplay/to prepare you for his dih but forgets about it when he gets to eat you out.
yes the whole night he sometimes it's just him kissing your pussy like crazy, no words exchanged other than his praise, while you whisper his name out.
sonar is all of a sudden a deep fucking diving explorer, and does not wanna come out, not when you taste this amazing, not when his tongue could reach these parts of you.
no idea how this would work, but please just know he would definitely do this a LOT.
although he highkey loves to switch between your ass and cunt a ton, he'll just ask you which one you prefer more :)
can't help but look up into your eyes either, just staring at you with all the admiration a guy could hold for his partner- you were everything to him, and he was happy to serve.
although he'd never say it. he'd much prefer be the one in control, and the one who can make you squirt like crazy.
on that note: the first time you squirted, he definitely wanted to try until you would do it again. he wants to know how it happens, and he's not afraid to use his fingers to stroke at your g-spot while his tongue is busy pleasing your clit.
his strength is way more than enough to at least mark your body from how good he holds you down so you don't squirm, and squish his face too much.
can i also note that he loves your thighs? it's a CRIME how much he bites, nips, and kisses at your inner thighs without actually kissing your cunt first. it physically pains him unfortunately to not lick your thighs pre-oral.
waterboy is MESSY WITH IT. sorry not sorry, i've been preaching this for the past month and i just can't believe if you think he'd be anywhere near 'clean'.
herman loves to hear 'hermie' slip from your lips, makes him want to kiss, and prod at your entrance all the way more to make way for his thumb to rub over your clit.
lets his body harmonize with yours in a way, loves to moan at the same time when you let out your own sounds, it really feels like you're hypnotizing him into making him eat you out even more than he already was.
his grip is surprisingly very firm despite his slippery fingers outside the bedroom, why? because he KNOWS what he wants, and definitely when there is a will, there will be a way.
he's gonna make sure you feel him, because he's gonna be suggesting you to sit on his face, no matter your weight, he just wants to make sure he gets literally everything.
dream death (if there's anything called that) would be to get suffocated while giving you oral. it's happened a few times, and he wouldn't mind if that was the way he goes out.
lightly bites your thighs right before going in for it, is fucking in love with the way he could just tonguefuck you while getting to stare up at the expressions you make.
this man is a FREAK dont believe the innocent propaganda.
robert is a man of taste, culture, and skill. he hasn't given oral to that many people but god is he great at it; it really sincerely feels like he's been doing it for years, and is giving his everything to you each and every time. at least that last part is real.
loves to groan so you feel every single vibration inside you possible, it's cute to see the way you react.
highkey much prefers when you allow yourself to sit on his face too, he can carry his own weight, and could probably lift yours too, sends kisses down your stomach before doing so too
likes to edge you by letting out warm exhales onto you before he actually starts, loves the way you try to squirm while atop his chest, it's the cutest thing you've ever done in his eyes.
hums your name into your cunt, can't stop when he's started to mutter your name, whether that be with his last name, or your last name, but it usually is the latter.
could eat you out any position though, as long as he gets to taste you.
very much prefers to eat you out rather than actual fucking but he goes with whatever you like more.
cleaning & patching up their wounds 𝝑𝝔 ft. the z-team (+ blonde blazer & royd!)
cw: blood/injuries mention, fluff fluff fluff
cleaning robert's wounds causes a domino effect of questions as you spot all the old scars that cover his back, collarbone, spine, and etcetera. although he seemed simply 'complacent' with what you were doing now, he had never gotten them really medically checked, so feeling your soft fingers apply ointment onto every single one—every single aging wound you could... it made him feel at pease, made him feel all fuzzy inside to know he was being cared for. please keep doing this and he might just admit to liking it!
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blonde blazer/mandy on the other hand? feels a little embarrassed, flustered even to feel your hands carefully wrapping her arm with soft bondage after applying medicinal lotion onto her rough, ragged skin that was so used to saving others. it felt nice to be cared for, she would blurt out loud with knowing it. but you? didn't comment, not when she looked this much at peace—closed eyes, and a small smile, who would dare interrupt such a scene? not you certainly. not when you were already admiring every battle scar you could.
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invisigal/courtney fought about this for about... ten minutes before giving in because her leg continued to hurt like absolute hell, it's not like she was in this much pain everyday, but there was no need for you to worry this much about her... so quit acting all nice and shit, wrapping the wound on the back of her knee with care. fine, if it means that she would stop limping like a loser; do whatever you want.
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sonar/victor is a little snarky about it, a little smirk on his face as he watched you sit beside him, wrapping his arm in white bondage, blood slowly dying it into red. "you care about me, don't you." tease scattered everywhere in his tone, knowing you would just roll your eyes and continue to heal him back to health. no complains in sonar's mind... other than the fact he didn't get to see your cute little concentrated expression the whole time.
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prism/alice was the one rolling her eyes at the way you teased her whilst being the one to apply bandages over wounds you spotted when she came back in the office earlier. she hated how much you cared... hated it because it made her feel all warm inside, she wasn't a microwave, so why was her face a few shades darker as she watched you take her gloves off to check on her wrists and palms to see if they got hurt too. just kiss her already!
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flambae/chad reacted similarly to sonar, a proud smirk on his face while you told him off to be more careful with himself. he loved being in your care so much, sometimes he admits he gets himself scratched on purpose to come by and visit you—anything to see the adorable expression on your face as you faced his wounds with professionalism. he felt insanely satisfied every single time, sometimes leaving as if there were never any scars at all. couldn't ask for anybody better for the job <3
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malevola was known to rarely get hurt... so how was she frequenting you and your supply of bondage? simple! she was not hurt... and you kind of knee, but played along seeing her little smile, watching you wrap her older scars over with your soft yet calloused hands. the first time you had your fingers roam her body in search for scars was the first time you had seen her let her guard down fully.
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waterboy/herman was one breath away from passing out at how close the two of you were to each other. not like you minded, but this was one of the first that someone had been rubbing his wounds carefully with ointment. i mean it's not like he got hurt all the time... but when he did get hurt, he never had anyone to turn to. "does that hurt?" — "n-no, not at all!" he manages to bite out even after hissing a little.
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coupe/janelle had never gotten anyone to revitalize her like this either. it's not her first time getting hurt, but god did she love watching the way you concentrated in order to not let her arm bleed out into an infection. even with every sarcastic remark, you could sense she was still appreciative of what you were doing for her. —mumbling a small thanks as she scurried off outside again.
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punch up/colm acted strong and fierce like no one could stop him, even when im the end, he did end up getting hurt. he acted like his arms were invincible, only for them fall once more—now in your arms seeking care. not like he explicitly asked for you, but he only cooperated when it was you. so of course, when he got hurt, he always, and only expected to see you. guard down faster than lightning, he felt the safest when you were the one patching him up, that's that.
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phenomaman/katanur rarely got hurt either. in fact, it would be considered a miracle to his enemies he even got a scratch at all. but when these small wounds happened and he saw you rush to his side, he honestly didn't mind getting hurt a few more times... he loved to talk about his day while you did, totally not because you were forced to listen. (all jokes aside, he's an enjoyable person to be around!)
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royd barely got hurt, in fact whenever he did, it's not like it pained him to have said wounds. he always said "they're just there" and that's that, but when you came along and offered to wrap bondage around them? he was suddenly all for it. suddenly it does hurt, and suddenly has to go over to you and let you handle all the battle scars on his muscles! (battle scars = scratches from a cat that morning).
the first time robert saw you crying, and the soft sniffling in order to try and hide it from him- god you don't know what you do to him. whatever you feel, he feels too, whether or not he's experienced what you have or not, he gets wanting to hide it from others; but now you have each other, and he wants you to know you can tell him anything, you can punch him, kick him, do anything to him, as long as it makes you feel better. and if you can tell, he can't really explain his own feelings that well, nor is he super great at comforting, he will listen. and listen for hours, for days, he'll stay for as long as you want, just never hide it from him again.
blonde blazer was devastated when she saw tear roll down your cheeks, she would immediately think she had done something wrong and would wanna correct it as soon as possible until you tell her it's not her. she knows what it's like to be at a low place in life, and not know what you want to do with the many years that human life can offer; so understandably, one needs to let it all out in order to feel better. and she lets you, whether that be in her arms, or whilst you eat her cooking, she'll ask you if you want someone to rant to, and if you want the addition of advice. if you say yes? she'll give as much as you need to feel better, but no? then that's fine, sometimes we all just need someone to listen.
invisigal was honestly very appreciative when you felt like you wouldn't mind her being by your side whilst you shed tears. not a lot of people want to stay around her... yet here you were, something so precious, so fragile, so strong, you were everything she could ask for in a person, and you wouldn't mind being vulnerable around her? it felt like the prayers she sent a long, long time ago only received an answer now. she can't give too much advice, but i promise she's a great listener, makes sure to ask you questions, and help you find any root of the problem that may have caused it so you'll know what to avoid next. would let you roam your fingers through her hair, or cling to her shoulder, as long as you would feel better... she wouldn't mind washing the tear stained jackets.
sonar felt similar, he honestly would've loved if someone were to just listen to him rant too. he never really had anyone before, so he was more than happy to be that person for you. even if you stain his suit, his advice is top tier, believe it or not, his talks with you in this state are only real talk, and words that both comfort and are very logical. he's a perfect mix of being both insanely reasonable and an emotionally intelligent person to be around; but the only limit of this amazing ability... was that he only really uses it around you. he only wants it to be used when he's with you. he makes you food, he holds you close, and places the most soothing kisses all over your back and collarbone, he just hates to see you cry. you're the love of his life, who would wanna see their partner crying from something that isn't from pleasure (yes he will joke dirtily but it happens like once or twice only).
royd gives his own advice too, he can't handle to see you cry, but he knows above all, to tell you to never bottle your emotions up after that again. he's an amazing listener, he loves to listen to you, whether that be through sniffles or while you're trying to eat your food, as long as you don't choke, and you're comfortable with telling him... he'll be happy. he's your boyfriend after all, so whatever happens, he'll still be deeply in love with you as per usual, and nothing will ever change that. even when you end up crying in his arms, in his hold, those tears will dry, and those days that your problems no longer feel like a heavy weight on your shoulders are hopefully the days he's there.
malevola doesn't speak that much in the first place, but when it's her significant other? she makes sure you're heard. she makes sure you explore your feelings well, again, she knows what it's like not to have anybody to be there for yourself, so she'd make sure that's not something you go through, whether that be a first-time thing, or something you're used to. everyone deserves somebody to listen, to believe, and to trust, and malevola would be more than honored if that person would be her. just... know you can tell her anything.
prism is a very gentle lover actually, if you're her partner, i assure you that when you cry, you are in very great hands. arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind to bring you closer; telling you it'll be fine and just to let it out. she'll wait for you to not sniffle so much to ask you what's wrong, figure out the root of the problem so you don't panic internally as much. you are hers, and she is yours, this is what partners do for each other, and this is the least she can do whilst you deal with her random bullshit outside the closed doors you two have around your relationship. lets you open up, talk about everything, and asks you questions to explore how you feel about it, and again- know what to avoid next. this lady loves you so much, she wants to solve whatever happened as soon as you can.
flambae doesn't really know what to do when he does see your tears. at first, he'll think you're laughing until he approaches, and the most he really will do for you is to hug you and listen. he isn't the best for advice, but always lets you know that he's there to be an ear, if you want to talk about it, he wants to be the first person you end up thinking about. he wants to be the first person that comes to mind when you ask yourself "who can i tell about this without being judged". he in fact thinks he always shoulder appear first because he's never thought you were any different than that of the person he's spent so much time loving; just tell him, and he'll be right there.
punch up is a man of many words, he knows what to say for many devastating situations people are put in everyday, you were his everything, so he would give everything. you always give him 1000%, so to see you at 0% killed him inside, he didn't want you to be so lost, not as lost as he was back then. he knew the feeling of having no one to turn to when something happened, or when someone left, and to think you were trying to go through that alone when he was there? he wants to know why you would hide it in the first place, but a bigger priority would be to locate the root of the problem, and solve it from there. he knows a thing or two about choices that shouldn't be choices, choices that should've had a chance to just be to choose all- his heart goes out to you. he'll hug you as close as possible, may god punish him if ever an angel like you slipped.
