Mako loves to wear thick rings — None of them particularly expensive, comprised of spare scrap that was lovingly reshaped and polished. You’re grateful for the time he spends making sure there’s no jagged edges as the rings disappear inside you. He loves watching the thick silver metal disappear and reappear, shiny and slick with your arousal. The man’s intensity is suffocating as you squirm underneath him, desperate for more. He’ll give it to you of course, but only once you were shimmering under the dingy steel light. Sweat, tears, cum, the occasional droplets of blood. He likes you filthy. Only then do you get your reward.
Junkrat - Chains
Jamison is a sucker for necklaces. He likes the thicker ones with a bit more length to them. He makes sure to wear them around you especially, waiting on pins and needles for the next time you tug him in for a kiss. He won’t shut up about that time you lead him around like a pathetic creature desperate to rip your clothes off, whining at the end of a yanked chain. He can’t wait to be your toy again. Once he got an adjustable one he would not stop fidgeting with it, making a racket and drawing your attention to it. Just for you to yank him by the end with a huff, the excited yelp and greedy look on his face said it all. He knew what was in store when you knocked him to the ground, foot on his chest and chain wrapped around your palm. The filthy rat was getting his way again.
Lifeweaver - Anklets
Niran loves a little anklet. Something subtle, chic, but not too cute. He loves to jingle as he walks, to make himself known. He’s hypnotised by that sweet sound matching thrusts as you fuck, the gentle clinking right by his ear as your ankle finds its way to his firm shoulder. It sends shivers down his spine. His ego is bursting at the seams like... He did that. He brought you to such a heightened state of bliss that your body couldn’t even keep up with such waves of pleasure. You know you’re in for a never ending evening when you are graced with the sound of cuffs clicking around your wrist. The cool feel of metal on your bare skin, the weight of the chains holding you down were already exhilarating; but the teasing smile framed by beautiful ivory locks that gently tickled your flushed cheeks was enough to drive you to the edge.
Venture - Piercings
Sloan loves little earrings, all of them a goofy conversation starters. They love to semi-match with you, their favourite pairing is their fossil set with your dinosaur! They also love to mismatch them, stealing one dino to go with a fossil makes them giggle. They can’t help but grin when you steal their earrings, especially when you're all splayed out on the bed beneath them... But you’re focused on something else. The piercings are hot... Too hot. They always draw your attention to them knowing it turns you on. Even now as they straddle you they’re teasing, slowly lifting their shirt just above the little pieces of metal and pausing for their own sick amusement before taking it off. Phew it drives you wild. Your hands trail up the gentle slope of their hips to their freckled chest. They try not to, but you know they know they look good. You haven’t kept your hands off them since they got their nipples pierced. You remember their toothy grin the day they showed you for the first time. You feel like a wild animal as you eagerly wipe that shit eating grin off their face, taking the beads into your mouth as your free hand plays with the other set, lest it get cold. You feel hands in your hair, drawing you closer until you’re forced to let go, head plopping on the pillow below you. A panting and flustered Sloan takes your lips into theirs as eager hands explore beyond your jeans.
Ramattra - Bracelets
This diva may insist on his resistance to earthly desires but... Seeing his wires wrapped around your hands like jewellery seems to do something for him. He loves to get all tangled up with you. He'll return the favour by wrapping his fingers in your hair and admiring your form before tugging at the strands. He gifts you old wires he finds that you fashion into little bracelets. Heaven forbid he catches you wrapping it around your fingers mindlessly, he'll drag you somewhere to replicate that on his inner workings or maybe even on your inner workings... He can't help it, you’re carrying him with you everywhere you go. You’re his, and in turn, the flick of your wrist or the fiddling with a loose end, makes him yours.
