Gachiakuta character (18+) and their biggest turn on from their partner?
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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.”
