Valentines isn't celebrated as much in the Ground, still- the tradition of spending a day with your special someone doesn't sound so bad.
AFAB! Tamsy Caines (NSFW)
Oh how joyous this day is! After Tamsy learned of the occasion, he spent no time planning ahead for a date.
"I say we take a look around Canvas town at night, there are less people spraying paint and I heard they open more stalls in the evening."
He continues to talk about what he had prepared for this night while your fingers fix his long blonde and blue hair into a thick braid.
Your mind wanders back to a couple of years ago when Tamsy arrived at the HQ, his long hair flows freely in the wind. It was love at first sight you tell yourself. Before there was Semiu, you were the one who manned the reception, he arrived with the interest of becoming part of the Cleaners—given that he was already a Giver. You set up the interview with the boss and after a week of orientation he became part of Team Eager, giving Delmon a new teammate. Everytime they finish a mission, your eyes would always follow him from the entrance until he leaves your vision. A sigh leaves your mouth, he's so pretty! The way his voice sounds gives you butterflies everytime he talks, the way he carries himself with such elegance—makes you want to treat him like royalty.
Those glances of yours didn't go unnoticed by Tamsy, he can practically feel your burning gaze the moment he enters your vicinity. It was amusing to him when you had such a deadpanned expression every time he sees you but the intensity of your gaze says otherwise.
The tides began to shift when Semiu was introduced as a new member of the Cleaners. Based on her skills alone, she was fully capable of fighting out there— however, taking into account her vital instrument, she's more suited for a stay inside job.
This couldn't be more of a great news for you. Ever since you joined the Cleaners, you've always wanted to help take out trashbeasts—become stronger and protect your folks but a job behind a desk doesn't help you achieve that goal.
You jump up and down in your head while congratulating Semiu. The two of you couldn't contain a cheshire grin on both your lips.
Only two days after your "promotion", Corvus assigned you on your first mission. Gris was there to mentor you, which shaped you to be less reclusive than you were before. The time spent with them broke your walls down— gaining confidence in yourself as days went by— "maybe this time I'll actually have the courage to talk to him first."
Another mission was assigned for Team Eager and you—along with Tomme and Follo—were the designated Supporters. You sat in between Tamsy and Tomme– Follo driving the car while Delmon sat on the passenger seat. The road was bumpy and the only source of entertainment was the radio with only one station available.
Tamsy slept peacefully beside you—occasionally waking up from a sudden bump on the road—his head resting on his palm. You discreetly scoot over closer to him, little by little. Tamsy's sharp eyes doesn't miss this and intentionally leans on your shoulder as he "slept".
Your heart felt like exploding into tiny million pieces. Eyes falling down to gaze at his sleeping figure, those long blonde lashes of his felt like it could blow you away from its beauty. You fight the urge to fix the stray strands of hair blocking his face.
"We're here."
The jeep comes to a stop, an open field of trash far as the eyes can see. It was reported that trashbeast had began emerging and is slowly moving towards the nearest town. The town seems far from your current location, however it's better safe than sorry.
Tamsy and Delmon cleared the waves without a hitch, large trashbeasts disintegrated into dust. The fight left you sweating buckets, I guess this is how things usually go in missions. Follo gave you a pat on the back for a job well done. Tomme archived the mission status and you guys were good to go.
Your first mission out in the field had you properly exhausted. Your head lolls to the side, accidentally bumping against Tamsy's head, you were far too exhausted to even notice and apologize. Tomme had seen this and was about to fix your position—Tamsy waves his hand, letting your head rest against his shoulder for the whole ride.
Follo woke you up from your slumber, the team has already left the vehicle.
"Delmon said they're going out for drinks and meal later and invited us Supporters, you coming?"
"I don't know man, my first official job outside got me feeling weak."
"Then what better way to relieve that stress by going out for drinks!"
"I was thinking sleep is a better option–"
"Tamsy's coming."
"You should have started with that."
You and Follo arrived together at the bar, a lively atmosphere greets you, music and chatter fills the background.
"Right here." Tamsy's voice calls from the side where most of them are seated, a vacant space beside him. You took the seat beside Tamsy, your shoulders brushing against each other. Not a minute later the food they ordered beforehand arrives—the sweet and savory aromas instantly made your stomach grumble. The sound made Tamsy's eyes wander towards you.
You patiently waited for others to take their fill, Tamsy however takes a large portion of meat and places it down to your plate.
"Eat up." Your heart thumps inside your chest, you could practically hear it pumping in your ears.
"T-thanks.."
Chatter fills the air as the team slowly gets drunk, you however remain sober in your seat. Tamsy gives you a glance—
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I've been wanting to get my lip pierced, but going alone sounds too boring." Is he... Is he asking you out?
"I'm down to go if you're asking, might also get some done while I'm in there."
"Really? Where are you planning to get it done?"
Shit, shit, shit!
You weren't planning to go ahead this fast and you ended up spouting shit. Now you have to think of what part of your body is getting pierced. Ears sound like a good idea! But it might be too boring, you want something that can impress him.
"On my tongue."
Tamsy felt his mouth twitch, immediately wiping it off before anyone notices.
"How many are you getting? One alone does the work, but how about two? I bet it would look amazing on you."
Tamsy thinks it would look cool? On me?
"Two it is then." He gives you a close eyed smile.
"Be ready at noon, the shop's not too far from HQ but we do need to drive."
"I'll be on it."
The night ends and you all go back to your respective rooms. You stare at the ceiling in silence—soft ringing fills your ears.
DID HE JUST ASK ME OUT?
No, it couldn't be... Or it could! Why me though? If he wanted someone to come with him for a piercing won't he just ask Enjin? Or maybe Delmon?
Thought after thought fills your mind, not letting you get an ounce of sleep. It was only reminded when you saw the morning light peeking through your window.
Noon arrived and Tamsy was already at the door waiting for you. Your heart thumps at the sight of him.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
"Not at all, I just got here myself. Are you ready to go?"
"Yep, I'll go get the truck."
A bell above the shop's door rings when you opened the door—holding it open for Tamsy to enter. A woman, probably in her mid twenties greets you by the counter.
"Heya! You're the one who booked the piercing appointment, yeah?"
"Yes, that would be us."
"Alright, who's going first and what are they getting?" She guides you in a sanitized room, a table with hollowed needles and barbells.
Tamsy looks at you, your gaze locked in with the instruments on the table, he taps your shoulder—slightly startling you.
"D-did you say something?"
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go first. Do you?"
You hesitate, you don't want to look uncool in front of him! But it's your first piercing... and on your tongue no less! You don't have any idea how much it would hurt.
"If you're worried about the healing, we can ask Eisha to speed up the process can we?"
"We can? Something like this feels a bit trivial."
"She's a nice girl, she wouldn't turn down a friend would she?" He bats his lashes, giving you a warm smile.
"I hope so, can we buy a cake before we go back?"
"Sure, what for?"
"For Eisha, something to repay the favor."
Tamsy felt his eyebrow twitch, "you're such a good guy."
The woman waves at the two of you, "Come on now, who's going first?"
Tamsy was thinking about going first since you were too hesitant, let you watch him be cool about it so you wouldn't be too scared... but you pissed him off, just a little though.
He pushes you towards the black leather reclining chair. "Go on, we don't have all day."
"Okay! You're the one getting the double piercings, yeah?"
"Double piercings?"
Tamsy traces his fingers along your arms, tensing up as he does so, his touch felt electrifying. "Two vertical piercings, you wanted to get two, remember?"
"O-oh yeah.."
"If you're all good, we can start."
You got slightly pale from the closer sight of the instruments in the table. You felt Tamsy's fingers intertwine with yours, "You can do it, I'm right here." The lady beside you practically squeals. You could hear the gloves snap on her hand.
"Okay! Lay down now and stick your tongue out." You do as she says, closing your eyes shut, clutching onto Tamsy's hand for dear life.
"Okay, breathe in... and out." She pushed the needle in as you exhale and it stung. She stuck the rod in and removed the needle, attaching the ball underneath.
"Take a breather for a minute then we'll proceed with the other one!"
You felt lightheaded after, your grip on Tamsy's hand slipping. While the lady had her back turned—Tamsy gently slaps your cheek, not enough to sting but it revitalized you.
"You're doing so good." His thumb caressing your jaw.
"I am?" your fresh piercing throbs as it hit the roof of your mouth.
"Very much so, you can handle another one, right?" you shook your head no, the thought of another needle in that size passing through your tongue again sends a shiver down you spine. Why did you even agree to get it in the first place–
"Not even for me?" he asks, softly.
Now you remember. You're weak to pretty faces and he's the prettiest man you have ever met or seen, ethereal.
"Alrighty, let's finish the other one! You ready?"
Tamsy feels you squeeze at his hand—he returns the gesture, his thumb running across your clenched fingers.
"Yeah I'm ready, let's get this done."
"Okay, you know the drill—breathe in..." It stung four times harder than the first. You hold your breath in pain—Tamsy winced when your blunt nails dug on his skin. You're much more aware of the needle sticking out of your tongue and feeling the rod grind inside the hollow needle as she pushed it in—the slight scrape of the ball turning as she locks it in place.
"Aand done! Give yourself a look in the mirror!"
You groggily sat up and stared at the mirror in front of you.
"Looks amazing, doesn't it?" It was Tamsy who asked. Your ears felt like burning when you realized you were still holding his hand—you tried letting go but he held on tighter.
"Aren't you going to hold mine while I get my piercing done?"
Dumbstruck you were.
The lady had the biggest smile in room. She composed herself immediately, snapping a new pair of gloves on.
"Hehe... Oh! You're getting a labret, correct?"
"That's right." She aligns then marks his bottom lip. He inhales and she pushes the needle in—his grip tightens on your hand and your body shudders at the sight of the needle freely dangling in his lip. She inserts the flat end in and locks with the ball underneath.
"There, all done! Now let me go through with you the aftercare of your piercings." She rambles on, you won't really need it per se, since you've got Eisha in the base. Right now however—your jaw is slacked, keeping your tongue away from the roof of your mouth.
"....and no kissing or making out, or eating out each other for the matter of at least four to six weeks or more, you've gotta let those heal unless you want to get an infection!"
Both you and Tamsy were shocked. You wanted to clear up the misunderstanding but Tamsy was already dragging your frozen body out of the shop.
"Do you still want to buy a cake before we go back?" You shook your head no, you'll just make it up for her next time. First priority is getting your piercings healed because you can't even talk.
"If you say so."
You drove back to the HQ, immediately beelining to the infirmary where Eisha was luckily not preoccupied. You drag Tamsy in to explain things.
"O-oh those must've hurt. I can fix it up but I'm not sure if it will have an additional effect since those can conduct electricity."
"We'll take the risk, look at the poor man—he can barely talk, take pity."
You stood beside him with your tongue hanging out of your lips. You're only missing a couple of sagging dog ears and you've completed the look of a kicked puppy.
"Alright, just take a seat here and stick your tongue out." Eisha plugs Type:Heal—taking a deep breath in, a glow surrounds her the she touched your tongue. You felt a zap of electricity throughout your body, your hair puffing up. It felt like you just licked one end of a battery.
You clicked your tongue, feeling around your mouth.
"It doesn't hurt no more! Thank you, Eisha! Thank you!"
You held her hands, startling Eisha with your enthusiasm
"My turn."
And so Tamsy gets his piercing healed, promising Eisha that you'll return the favor soon. The two of you left the infirmary, an awkward silence fills the air as you walk the hallway.
Today's events got you thinking, what are we? Though not much happened—the way he talked and held you while getting your tongue pierced had your stomach doing summersaults. You wanted to ask, but were afraid to make the situation much more awkward than it already is.
"Can I see if it healed properly?" You stop in your tracks, snapping out of your thoughts. You stuck your tongue out. Tamsy draws closer, slightly pulling on your tongue to examine. You can't help but focus your gaze on his lips, the ball resting on under reflects the light from the window. You draw your tongue in, tasting a little salty from his fingers.
"See? All good–"
Tamsy closed the space between you, his lips touch yours, not moving—still for seconds that felt like an eternity.
"I get the impression that I'm not the only one waiting. Was I wrong?"
Your mind scrambles for an answer, did he really just kiss me?! What are we?!
"Ab-absolutely not!" Your heart felt like it was about to escape your chest through your mouth, the question you've been dying to ask finally emerges.
"Does this mean you're my b-boyfriend?
You shut your eyes close—fists clenched, waiting to be rejected.
"I guess it does, you'd still take me out for a proper date wouldn't you, lover boy?"
"Yes!"
"Darling?" Tamsy snaps his fingers. "You've been quiet, what's on your mind?"
You finish braiding his hair, tying a rubber band at the end to lock it in place. "I just remembered how we met, your hair is much longer now that I've noticed, healthier too."
"Well, I have you to thank for that."
You tuck a couple of loose hair behind his ear. Your finger glides down to his jaw, lifting to meet his eyes. His looks up at you, lovingly.
"You're gorgeous.."
"You say that every day, it's starting to lose its meaning."
"But you know I mean it from the bottom of my heart." You leaned down to softly kiss his lips.
"...mhm, I do." He drags you down on the bed, arms wrapping around your neck. You swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, tracing your finger along his chest—you stop. Parting from him to take a good look at what your fingers felt.
"Do you like it?"
He was wearing a white lace lingerie.
Straps falling off his shoulder, the white lace complimenting his body oh so beautifully. But it didn't stop there.
You unbuckled his pants, pulling them off and letting it fall on the floor.
The sight itself left you breathless. It was a matching pair of lingerie, ribbons adorning the straps resting on his hips. He was wearing one of those crotchless panties—his pussy lays bare, you press a thumb against his mound—waxed—slick already glistening his slit.
"This was supposed to be a surprise for later, I didn't expect you to be so eager."
Speechless, you were. Your eyes never left the perfect picture of his mound. He noticed this and smirks to himself.
Tamsy spreads his legs, his slit slightly parting from each other, you could see a small stream of slick pouring out—before it could even touch the sheet under him, you shoved your head in between his legs—tongue darting to lick him clean. You flick your tongue upwards, rubbing your piercings along his erect clit.
Tamsy grabs onto your hair—body jolting whenever your jewelry would touch his sensitive tip. The painful pull on your scalp didn't stop you from eating him out. Every flick of your tongue had him pouring like a broken faucet. Soon enough his body felt taut, his leg rising over your shoulders.
"Sh-shit! I'm close–hah– don't stop.. ngh-" you didn't need to be told twice.
Feverishly you drag your piercings along his clit, lapping up nectar from the source. Suppressing a loud moan, he came. His thighs trembled around your head—grip weakening on your hair. You drank the copious amount of slick he released.
"Wh-what the hell? Stop... hahh- stop it.." not even giving him a second to come down from his high, you couldn't help but plunge your tongue deep inside him, your nose directly rubbing against his erect clit. Soon your fingers joined, pushing one finger in along with your tongue, thrusting and curling—gently rubbing against that spongy spot that had his whole body feeling like static. You pull your mouth away from his sopping pussy—replaced with another finger. Kissing his abdomen, dipping your tongue in his pierced navel—sucking his tits through the fabric of his lingerie. His hands shot up to wrap around your head, his fingers pinching your ears—you suck harder.
"Fuuh– are you trying to milk me?" You hum, the sound vibrating along his chest. "Then I suppose your efforts will be in vain. Well of course, unless..." He grins.
The weight of his words stir your insides. Your fingers—still inside and curling—worked quicker, repeatedly hitting his trembling core. Your mouth moves to his, swallowing his moans. Your tongues dance with each other as his moans grew higher in pitch. Tamsy slaps your shoulder, trying to push you away. You however, push the kiss deeper. You can feel your fingers getting tired, your muscles almost cramping. You place your thumb against his clit, rubbing and pushing against it.
This sets Tamsy off immediately. Without warning he came once again—this time squirting as he does, making a mess on your shirt and pants. You draw away from the kiss—his eyes rolling back as unshed tears brim his thick eyelashes. His body, especially his thighs and legs kept trembling even after his orgasm. You burned his fucked out expression deep in your mind. With enough energy, he musters to put his foot on your chest, pushing you away from his already wrecked body.
"You- you idiot..." You wrap a hand around his ankle, dragging it down from your chest to the painfully erect tent in your pants. Tamsy holds his breath as you rub against his foot.
Thruts slow and deep, grunting as you dig his heel lower to your base. You roll your hips, trying to chase that sweet release.
"That's enough." He audibly heard you gasp as he pulls his foot away from your grip.
"Tamsy come on–"
"I already have the our date planned weeks ahead. If we miss this—I swear you will be hanging by Tokushin in ways you wouldn't find fun." you groan frustratingly. Of course you would wanted to go out with him and be all lovey dovey. But not with this goddamn tent in your pants!
"Take a shower again, I could see I made quite a mess on you." pointing at the wet marks on your shirt and pants.
"Then how about we take it togeth–"
"We've played these games before. Also, don't jerk yourself off. "
"You're so mean!" you huff while marching off to the bathroom, ready to take the coldest shower in your life. He wants you to save all your frustrations from when you get back home after your date~
Tamsy takes the moment to rest before he himself takes another shower.
The braid you made was now a mess, some of his hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He could still feel a slight pulsing from his nethers, remembering his remark from earlier.
Tamsy traced his abdomen, imagining a bump filled with love.
He immediately shuts the thought down.
Minutes later you came back and put on a new set of fresh clothes. Tamsy goes and takes a rather short shower. You help dry and fix his hair, again.
There was only an hour left before the sun sets and it would be at least a thirty minute drive to Canvas town. Tamsy rushes you to get your truck, waving to Semiu as you left.
"Have fun you lovebirds!"
You drove quite fast. "I really want to have fun in this date with him! but my meat keeps talking to me!" you grip the steering wheel harder. Heavy rock metal plays in the radio, in courtesy of Tamsy. The wind blows his hair from the open window, and it slightly lifts his shirt from his neck.
"You're still wearing that?!" pointing at the white lingerie peeking, the truck swerves a little.
"Eyes on the road. You have a long night ahead~"
A long night ahead indeed.
you will be back to your regularly scheduled program (scenarios with multiple characters), posting shorter fics.
Valentines isn't celebrated as much in the Ground, still- the tradition of spending a day with your special someone doesn't sound so bad.
Unless one of them forgot about it.
CW: violence and blood (Jabber), nsfw (Jabber)
Enjin:
You've been planning for this day for weeks. You reminded him a couple of times that you will be taking him out for this day.
Now you stand in front of his door- chocolates in hand. You fix your hair a little before knocking.
When Enjin opened the door, the scent of cigarettes hit your nose.
"Hey gorgeous! What's got you so dressed up this evening?" A smile was present on his face as he asked.
"Enjin..." Your brows furrow a bit- arms slacking.
"Yes?" You just continue to look at him. Enjin stares back-confused.
You know what? You're gonna be petty.
"Mmm.. nothing, just here to drop off these chocolates. You could share it with the kids, just don't give Rudo too much."
"Aww, you're so thoughtful, sweetie. I'll make sure of it." He gives you a peck on your cheek. He stinks of cigarette smoke, clearly someone hasn't even taken a shower.
You stand still for a moment, wishing that he at least remembers.
"So... Do you need anything else?"
Okay, fuck it you're leaving.
"Nothing more, good luck babe."
"You too, boo!"
You left before hearing his door close. Right when you turned the corner, you could hear him fling his door open, shouting as he chased after you.
"BABE I'M SORRY PLEASE WAIT UP!"
Arkha Corvus:
You just got home after a short but tiring mission clearing out trashbeasts. When you opened the door to his room, a delicious scent of his cooking immediately got your attention. You head to the kitchen and see Corvus cooking up a feast.
"Woah... what's the occasion, love?" You visibly saw Arkha tense for a moment. Turning his head slightly to gauge if you were joking.
"Uhh, Arkha?"
"It seems like you forgot what we had planned for today."
You turn to look at the calendar, a specific day drawn in a heart. Your face pales for a second before sputtering.
"Wait- no I didn't forget! Well I did, but I didn't forget to plan for it!"
"Really now?"
"Yes! Amo helped me make a paper bouquet for you! Fuck- that was supposed to be a surprise..."
There's a little grin on his face that you don't seem to notice from your panicked state.
"Now, don't drag an innocent kid into this."
You began to tearfully sob while kneeling and hugging his waist. "Nonono- please believe me!"
Gris Rubion:
It was already a chilly evening, you were waiting for Gris to arrive at the roof of the HQ for your little under the moonlight picnic date. You already placed a spacious mat for the food, a couple of thick candles scattered around for ambiance- the only one missing is your lover, Gris.
A couple of minutes pass, the wax from the candles pool around the bottom and he still hasn't arrived. You fear that he must've forgotten about your date, that was until the metal door burst open— Gris heaving and panting as he held a bouquet of fake roses in his arms.
"I'm h-here, hah, sorry I was late."
You stood up from the mat and embraced him.
"I thought you forgot."
"About you? Never for the whole damn Ground."
The chilly night was spent gazing at the starless night sky— only the moon and candles being the source of light, basking in each other's warmth.
Zanka Nijiku:
He was bummed. You already had things planned on this special day with him, but with the unfortunate events that occurred in that giant trashbeast, he was still confined in the infirmary to recover.
And there you were, scurrying around and placing decorations around him, with permission from Eisha if you could celebrate here of course. Zanka was quiet the whole time, his chin resting on his palm- eyes following your movements as you prepare this little celebration for him.
"I know we already had plans for today and I'm the reason why we couldn't go-"
"Shut it. If you're going to apologize for being here- alive, then I will kill you."
"That doesn't make any sense-"
"If you were just stabbed, I wouldn't worry much because I know you're an incredible guy who would defy those odds and survive, and also because I trust Eisha." He stares as you continue to speak, it felt like you were lecturing him out of concern. Which you were.
"But not only you were stabbed- but also drugged by a crazy motherfucker! And that's what's Eisha was saying, you're already fine but you still have it in your system." You sat down on his bed, holding his hands- your fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around his. Zanka's gaze softens as you bring his fingertips to your lips.
"I'm so relieved that you're alive. You don't know how much it'll break me if one day you-"
His fingers clench around your collar, he cuts you off by pulling you in for a kiss.
"I won't let myself be killed that easy."
"You better."
Jabber Wonger:
"What's so special today?" Jabber asks, clearly bored out of his mind. You took him out of the base, basically dragged him out from his drug den or make-shift lab, whatever you call it. The sun was already setting, giving you a great view for your surprise.
"You've been asking me 'bout this for days, I want you to guess."
"Outdoor sex? Didn't know you were an exhibitionist, babe~" you could feel him purr on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.
"Mmm... No, keep guessing~"
You continue to walk closely with each other as he continues to guess what you had planned. You stop on your tracks, Jabber peeks from your shoulder.
It was an open area with a few lights stuck on poles to illuminate the field. Jabber walks around to check the place out, kicking stones around when he found nothing exciting.
"Can't really tell what you're planning, babe. Come on! Give me a hint!"
"Fine, fine... But! Give me a kiss first, pretty boy~"
Jabber happily jogs towards you and jumps on your open arms. He immediately sticks his tongue out to lick your lips before diving in for your lips. It was a sloppy, messy kiss that had both of you groaning when you part.
"What's the surprise?" he giggles
"Y'know how you've been pestering me to fight you?"
"Yeah? Always say no, you're no fun."
"That's why we're here, babe. Let's let it all out!" Jabber felt blood pumping from his ears.
"Yo, you better mean that man! I don't want you holding back on me!" His face is brimming with excitement.
You grab a hold of his face, planting a peck on his lips. "You for one should know that I never hold myself back."
"Then what are we waiting for, babe?"
"Get ready to get your ass handed to you. Also, I got Cthoni as an emergency contact, just in case I bring you to the verge of death."
"That's what I like to hear!"
Jabber takes a few steps away from you, creating space for your combat. His thoughts run in miles, thinking of how you'll mess him up– or how he will mess you up. His mankira extends— only on its first form.
"And here I thought we're not holding back."
"Give me a fight that's worth my life and you'll see my baby's true colors."
In a flash of light– your jinki transforms. Right hand neurotoxin, left hand poison– you remind yourself.
The air shifts as you both dash towards each other, killing intent present on both your glowing eyes. His mankira manages to scrape your cheek, not deep enough to instill his poison but enough to sting and burn. You kick him away to create distance between yourselves. Playing it safe is boring, but acting stupid isn't your style either.
"Ahh fuck it, I'll just have fun."
An exchange of blows after blows began– pushing your bodies to their limits. Eventually, Jabber revealed mankira's true form, those large talons are intimidating as hell— but that doesn't stop you from rushing towards him with your jinki in hand and landing a hit on his temple. He stumbles in his steps, he probably wouldn't be able to fight like this this— concussed as hell. As a last ditch effort he tries to stab himself with his neurotoxin, however, you pinned his hands above his head— transforming mankira to it's first form since he wasn't able to concentrate.
"You don't get the easy way out, Jabber. I want you to feel every single hit I give your body and every bruise that I will create on your skin. I want you conscious for every single one." You whisper in his ear. He musters a grin, looking down– you could see that he was already sporting a boner. Freak..
"I fucking love you, y'know that right?" Jabber struggles from your grip, definitely not giving up from the fight. In turn, you held him tighter, almost cutting circulation in his hand. You raise your fist and land it heavily on his cheek— slipping that you accidentally hit his nose. Crimson red blood drips out from his broken nose, you fight the urge to– no, you were already leaning down to lick it clean. Jabber groans, rutting his hips in the air —slap— his head turns to the side.
"Behave, at this point you're no better than a dog." You felt less of a struggle from him, you're supposed to be fighting but there he is, thrusting his hips in the air like an animal.
"Don't tell me you've given up. I still haven't got my fun."
The adrenaline left Jabber's system, making him feel all the soreness from the fight. Still, he bites his lips in anticipation of your next hit. But before you could– Cthoni holds your arm back.
"You two definitely deserve each other, a couple of freaks."
"I prefer to call us devoted individuals. You love me, don't ya Jabber?"
"I do, babe." He wheezed out as you sat on his chest.
"Still, we can't have him out of commission this week. Zodyl got us a mission do."
"Uggghh, fine. You heard that babe? You got saved by the bell."
"boooo"
"I know right? Booooo" you both boo at Cthoni, you could see a comically large vein throbbing on her head. In turn she kicks the two of you into her manhole, transporting you in your room.
"Let's take a little rest before we patch each other up."
"All good to me."
That fight had both of you properly exhausted and immediately fell asleep with Jabber resting his head on your chest.
A few hours later, you woke up first to see him drooling on your shirt. You gently pried yourself away from him to get a new clean set of clothes, a wet towel, and bandages. While he sleeps, you take his clothes off —you leave him with his underwear of course— to wash away the dirt and blood. Underneath his clothes hide the bruises and wounds from earlier. Purple-red marks from your punches and a couple of old ones turning grayish on his skin. He jolts awake when the wet towel touches him.
"Just cleaning you up babe." You start at his arms, his muscles relax under your touch. Your fingers tracing along mankira– pressing on the sharp edge with your thumb. It pricks your finger, small droplets of blood emerge and you wipe it on Jabber's lips, smearing it like lipstick. He pokes his tongue out to lick his lips clean, giving you a grin. On his toned stomach blooms a nasty purple bruise, probably from earlier, you couldn't help yourself but to press on it— Jabber groans, fists clenching the pillow under him. You continue pressing on his bruise, loving the way he responds. Both of your thumbs press circles around his skin, his breath hitches at every little movement you make. As you lay between his legs, you could feel his clothed erection poking on your own stomach. You expected as much, sooner or later.
"Stop- stop, I might— hngh- I might cum."
How nice it was of him to warn you, he's certainly become more obedient from when you first started this relationship. You stop, he breathes a sigh of relief– you felt his calloused fingers brush against your face, his thumbs pressing on your cheekbones– pulling you close to meet his lips. You slither your way above him. Your pelvises resting on top— clothed erections rubbing against each other. Jabber groans as you move your hips, under your weight, you could feel a ladder of piercings from his erections rub against yours. Your hips rut forward, heavier, an intent to make him finish before you. He tries pushing you off, but to no avail, you instead pin his arms above his head– rendering him helpless under your touch. Soon he came in his underwear, making a mess of himself. That didn't stop you from reaching your high.
Jabber felt his brain frying, "Fuck– I just, ngh- I just came, man~" You felt yourself coming close, your hips stutter and your thighs shake from exhaustion. He felt your grip release his pinned arms— eyes following your hand as you pull your erection out of its confines, stroking yourself along your thrusts. Jabber bites his lip, pushing his own underwear down to reveal his slightly limp cock— four barbel piercings adorning along his frenum— slowly recovering from its previous release.
He wraps his calloused hand on both of your erections, his rings along with the sensation of his piercings rubbing on your cock slowly drives you to the edge. Jabber's thumb smears the precum coming from both of you– easing the strokes. You bury your head on the crook of Jabber's neck, digging your teeth, deep enough to feel his skin break, his crimson red blood filling your mouth. "Fuuck, you're such a sadist~" Jabber came alongside you, his head feeling like it's been stuffed by cotton.
You move away from him, eyes half lidded, his body twitches slightly. His fingers mix your spent with his, dragging them along his chest to his mouth, licking it clean– intensely locking eye contact with you as his tongue licks the crevices of his hand.
"You're putting on such a good show— makes me want to go all the way through."
"Is it working?" Jabber feels your erection twitch on his thigh.
You got drunk as hell after a small celebration for a successful mission with your team.
Fuu:
Fuu was officially part of the Cleaners, thanks to Enjin's constant supervision and evaluation of him. Most of the time you were paired up with him in missions, you being a year older than him.
Your time together made you learn a lot of things about him.
You learned that he loves being ordered around, unconfident, and a literal sweetheart. When you first worked together on a mission assigned by Enjin, he was just standing there as you quite literally got thrown around by a giant gorilla like trashbeast.
"FU! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR? HELP ME OUT!"
Within a blink of an eye the trashbeast fell on the ground– disintegrating. Fu stands there– barely panting. When he sees you, he immediately rushes towards your direction. You've only heard of what he can do– not really seen it in the flesh.
"Fu?" He seems different, you know it's him but at the same time, not.
"It's Hii." He doesn't say much and soon fizzles back into Fuu.
"What the hell just happened?" Fuu gently carries you on his back while you were still processing what just occurred. You grab a hold of his cheeks, squishing between your index finger and thumb.
"Tell me."
He sputters out an answer, explaining how he can switch out with "Hii"— he shakes the cursed doll in his pocket— when given an order to.
Months pass and your relationship grew. Fuu responds well with your non-verbal cues, compared to having you word everything out for him a month ago. He has gained a little more confidence about himself from your constant praise.
In turn, Fuu absolutely loves you. He loves how you order him around constantly– even though some people outside the Cleaners think you're over working this man to death. They definitely didn't see Fuu's delighted face as he carries out every single order you gave him.
Today you were given a mission to clear out trashbeasts from a growing polluted zone, unfortunately you couldn't take Fuu with you since Enjin assigned him to a different team this time.
The fight with this trashbeast has got you stretching some sore spots.
"I've definitely grew lenient on myself these days." You jump over the bull like trashbeast. "Definitely my fault for making Fuu do all the work."
You obliterated the trashbeast later on– only sustaining minor injuries. But hey, nothing like a quick drink in a pub can't fix!
Later on, you made your way towards your room– with the help of Zanka who happened to see you sauntering in the halls.
"Thank you, Zankaaa!"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get yourself drunk out of your ass next time!"
When you open the door to your room, Fuu was already there– standing by the entrance. He takes your hand and hurriedly drags you to your bed.
"W-where have you been? I got so worried when Enjin said he sent you on a mission—"
"I'm fiiine, just a couple bruises here and there."
"Then- then you should've went to Eisha immediately!"
His concern is absolutely adorable, he intertwined his fingers with yours– feeling the warmth of your palms against his.
"Chill out, Fuu. I wasn't seriously injured, I'll go tomorrow. Happy?"
He nods, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. You sigh– letting go of his hands to open your arms, signaling him to give you a hug. He gives you a bone crushing embrace– a groan emitted from you made him remember of your bruises.
"You know Fuu.. I realized something out there– while fighting those trashbeasts."
"What is it?" He looks up at you.
"I'm washed... I guess I've grown weak since I always let you do the heavy lifting in fights. Maybe I should stop ordering you around as much–"
"NONONONO PLEASE NO!"
Fuu grabs your shoulder, his hands shaking– tears and snot falling from his face. This hypothetical suggestion of yours already has him broken, like you're literally breaking up with him. Still, you find this desperate, pathetic side of him oh so endearing.
"Okay! Okay! I won't." You probably will.
You can't be so dependent on him that one moment he isn't with you could be the last moment you'll ever have. But he doesn't need to know that right now, does he?
His tears stopped falling but he's still sniffling hard while staring up at you– his chin resting on your chest. You place a kiss on his forehead, trailing it to the side of his temple and kissing his ear. He leans away from you– away from your ticklish lips.
"S-stop it! Haha- it tickles!"
But you held his head firm. Going to the other side to continue your onslaught of kisses. You stop, now staring at his eyes while you gently kiss his lips. Fuu closed his eyes as you both be still for a moment.
"Fuu, can you switch to Hii?" Confused as to why, he willing does.
The air grows heavy around you as you feel the change happening right before your eyes. When the transformation was done, Hii's sharp eyes stare at you– a mix of confusion and irritation present in his gaze.
"Why'd you call me out here? Ya got anything for me to do?"
"Nope! I think you deserve this as much as he does." Hii was well aware of what was happening before the switch. He was literally just at the nightstand watching the two of you suck at each other's faces!
Hii doesn't reject your touch and closes the gap between you himself. It was a short kiss that left a prominent blush on his face.
"Not half as bad."
"Shut up, it's not like you've kissed anyone else."
Hii looks away, you're right. Fuu has never been in a romantic relationship with anyone else but you. Hii has seen that you actually care about this idiot. He likes that you take control of them but don't abuse them for despicable things. He's seen the progress Fuu has achieved— still a pathetic, spineless coward— but lesser now that he's been part of the Cleaners and your life.
Deeming your request as done, Fuu got switched back. A dopey grin present on his face. He's absolutely happy that you included Hii in your little session and hopes you do it more in the future.
You plop down on your bed– Fuu still laying on you chest, your fingers playing with the strands of his hair until you both fall asleep.
Zodyl:
Zodyl felt a splitting headache from drinking a bit too much of the alcohol Cthoni bought. He wasn't much of a drinker, but with you– laughing and chatting him all up in between drinks, had him lost count.
When you asked Jabber if he had anything that could get you high– Zodyl immediately interjected and asked you go with him to his room.
"I didn't think you'd be so forward, Zodyl~"
"Shut it, you're already drunk."
He sat you down on the only furniture in his room, the couch. He sits beside you, his hand hasn't let go of you from the moment he took you away from the party. You steady your hazy gaze towards him. His eyes staring at the static from the television, you tug on his hand– turning his attention away from it.
"Surely you didn't take me here just to stare at that screen?" You keep pulling until your chests are leaning against each other. In this close proximity, you can see purple hues scattered around his eyes. You gently touch one under his eye, afraid that it might be a bruise and hurt him. Zodyl leans to your touch– your palm resting against his cheek. You both stare at each other's eyes, only the sound of static from the television can be heard.
Zodyl takes the initiative and leans towards you first— but you stop him, covering his mouth. Instead, you kiss the tip of his nose then the purple hues around his eyes. Still, he felt slightly offended that you haven't placed your soft lips against his.
As if sensing his dissatisfaction, you pull away from his face.
"If you want me to kiss you on your lips, you better brush your mouth clean." He looks at you– confused as he can be. "I saw you eat that cockroach, Zodyl."
He groans, he eventually stood up from the couch– still not letting go of your hand and lets it stretch until you're out of his reach.
He comes back a bit later and had you check his mouth. His breath smells like he drank half a bottle of mouthwash. You're worried he actually did.
He stares at you— deadpanned. The cogs in his mind are probably thinking if you're gonna kiss him now or not. Once again you held his face on your hands, playfully squishing his cheeks. It's quite comedical with how soulless his eyes can be.
You first plant kisses on the bridge of his nose, Zodyl's eyes close from the comfort you bring. Then the piercings on his ear, trailing back on his squished cheeks that you couldn't resist giving a gentle bite. He gives you a glare– not enough to intimidate just something to tell you to get on with it.
Once you placed your lips against his you could feel his whole body relax against you— as if melting under your touch— he closes his eyes, his fingers gripping on the hem of your shirt. The kiss felt like it lasted hours when it's only been a few minutes. Zodyl pushed you back, breathless.
He assumes back to his original position, sitting back down on the couch side by side.
"Please stop eating gross things again, Zodie. If you're hungry I'll cook something up for you, okay?"
He hums in response.
Gris:
"GRIS WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU! AHH— BLEERGGH"
you sob as you hurl the contents of your stomach down the toilet. Gris makes sure to keep your hair off your face while rubbing and patting your back.
"I'm right here, love. Come on now, let's get you cleaned up."
You stood up from the floor with the help of Gris and rinsed your mouth. Gris stood beside you throughout the whole thing. He then helps you out of your uniform and changes it to your pajamas. As he was about to throw your dirty clothes in a basket, you grab the hem of his shirt.
"Gris, am I annoying you?" Tears and snot were already streaming down on your face. Gris had to fight the urge to cackle right in front of you. You buried your face on his shirt, he held your hand and knelt down to face you.
"Not in the slightest, love. You know I want to be able to help you in any way I can." His thumb swipes a tear from your face, giving you a gentle smile. Still, you kept sobbing.
"Hic– you promise?" Gris sighs and holds your head steady on his palms. He began kissing every inch of your face, only begging him to stop when it began to feel ticklish.
"Get some rest now, you're in for one huge hangover when you wake up." Gris tucks you in for the night. He then went out to the infirmary to fetch something that could ease your hangover for tomorrow.
"BWAHAHAHA! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON YOUR SHIRT" Enjin cackles. When Gris looked over to what he's pointing at— it was a wet imprint of your tear-stained face– complete with your nose and open mouth. Like a kid's doodle of what a crying face looks like. Gris couldn't help but to chuckle at how stupid and endearing it was.
You got drunk as hell after a small celebration for a successful mission with your team.
Corvus:
He was well aware of the victory your team has achieved. He personally came at the beginning of the party to congratulate you and your team– unfortunately he's busy with papers of work and couldn't stay for the party, so he left for his office– of course not before sneaking you a kiss when no one was looking.
Hours pass and he could still hear the loud music blaring from below. His chair screeches as he stood– walking towards the door and swinging it open. There you are, eyes heavy and a hand raised– ready to knock. He pulls you in his office and closes the door. He then holds you on his palms– lovingly staring with a small smile on his face.
"Mmm.. missed you so much, Arkha." You wrapped your arms around his waist, closing the gap between. You eagerly peppered kisses all over his face, he closed his eyes– completely relax with your soft kisses.
"I missed you too."
He pressed his lips against yours, the bitter taste of alcohol still present in your mouth. You push back– your tongue licking his lips, as if pleading to let you in. He opened his mouth, moaning as you sucked on his tongue. His hand snaked behind your head and he slightly pulls on your scalp, a sudden jolt of arousal travels down.
"Hahh– I'd be more than happy to continue this in a much more appropriate place."
"Your room or mine?"
"...yours."
Follo:
He just fetched you from your celebratory victory party after calling him.
"Follo, I frew up." you mumbled on the choker.
He has changed your soiled uniform and is now cleaning your body with a wet towel.
"Why the hell would you drink so much when you know you're a sucha lightweight?"
"Mm not a lightweight.."
He just sighs– no point arguing with a drunk. As he continues to clean you up, your hand held one of his– intertwining your fingers together. Follow looks at you to see that you were already staring at him.
"Have I ever told you how reliable you are?"
"You have, countless of times already." He continues to clean you with the wet towel.
"Then have I told you how amazing you are? How great you are at reassuring other people's emotion?"
"You have– and it's not that much, I'm just a Supporter– it's the least I can do."
You place a kiss on his knuckles,
"You're never just a Supporter, Follo. I've seen the work you've done out there. No ordinary person can be as dedicated and hardworking as you." You've seemed to have sobered up.
"I-.. I really don't know– to be precise, I'm not sure anymore. My dream of becoming a Giver— it feels so far fetched." He placed the wet towel in a basin beside him, handing you your spare clothes.
"If you're thinking of giving up, I suggest you don't. You and that hammer of yours have been through a lot. You know how a Giver becomes a Giver– treasure and experience. I'd say you're pretty close to achieving that."
Follo felt sincerity in your words, but something inside of him still dismisses it.
"Should I really listen to words from a drunkard?" He teases. You pull him on top of you and started kissing his neck.
"Stop it! It tickles!" You refuse, the kisses turned into sucking purple marks all over his neck. Something he'll have to deal with tomorrow. A soft moan escapes from his mouth when you stop kissing his neck.
You stared at each other's eyes– tips of your noses touch and Follo leans down for your lips. His kisses were as soft as his lips, lacking experience– unsure of what to do next. You gently flip your position, with you on top of him now. Your hands caress his face– your thumb pressing on his lower lip. You slot your knee right between his legs.
"I missed you so much, Follo."
"I missed you too– umph!"
You dive down for a kiss. It was messy, the sound of labored breathing could be heard in the room when Follo began grinding on your knee. You're sure to see a wet spot on his trousers if you were to look down.
"Please, please, please I'm– hah–"
"What are you pleading for? Use your words, pretty boy~"
His face is flushed– glowing with sweat dripping down his forehead. He struggles to blurt the words out.
"I'm cumming– please, please, let me... please." His voice reduced to a whisper. You'll let him go for that– just this once.
"Since you've been so good holding back, I'll let you. Cum for me, Follo."
As soon as those words left your mouth, Follo immediately came. His mouth opened wide as his body stiffens. You slowly move you knee, letting him ride off his high.
Once he's all relaxed, you began littering kisses all over his face.
"You did so good, Follo. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank- hah– thank you so much."
You tried standing up to at least take a wet towel to clean him up but a dull pain immediately hit your head.
"Don't get up, I'll clean myself." Follo leaves the bed to get a fresh set of clean clothes and heads to the shower. Minutes later he came back.
He lay his head on your waiting arms and you both drift to dreamland.
Jabber:
Well you can't say it was a successful mission– but if you ask Zodyl, he'll say it was progress. Jabber basically pestered him to throw a party to which he begrudgingly caved in. Cthoni bought a hell lot of drinks since they couldn't go to any bar at the moment (they're pretty wanted out there). Momoa starts it with a beat and that's enough to get the party going.
At some point, Jabber began challenging Cthoni in a drinking contest.
"What do you wager, Jabber?"
"I don't know, anything you want I guess. And I mean anything." He grins creepily.
"What I want is a week of peace. You're not allowed to try any toxins and bother me when you're on the verge of death."
These happenings where Jabber stabs himself with an unknown toxin with unknown side effects has been a daily recurring event in the base– which oftentimes would have Cthoni hauling his ass back alive by teleporting him to the nearest healer or doctor available.
"Boo! What a boner killer!"
"It's not like I'll willingly transport you to that Cleaner anyway."
"Get his name right, it's Zanka~"
His tone immediately made a vein pop in your head. It's not like you two are in a romantic relationship. You're not jealous, psh– definitely not. Though– you did see them fight inside that winged trashbeast, you can understand why Jabber has an interest with that Cleaner. He was strong-willed, definitely not an ordinary joe and actually a pretty one.
And so, you began chugging one bottle after another.
Getting into this relationship with him, you knew he's not the kind to be chained down– emotionally of course, you know the man's a freak, he'd actually be down if you introduced chains in your sex life. But still– it sucks having these feelings towards him.
You look back at their drinking competition– Cthoni has chugged down six bottles while Jabber is already struggling at his fourth. Unexpectedly, definitely– you thought the man who stabs himself with whatever poison he finds would at least have a tolerance to alcohol, but you thought wrong.
"Give it up, Jabber. You could barely lift a bottle." Cthoni slurs a little, drunk but not as drunk as Jabber.
"No wayy man! I can handle a few more!"
No he couldn't. He just passed out at the fifth bottle. You stared at him across the table, wondering how hopelessly romantic you are for that man.
Feeling your gaze like daggers, Jabber shot his head up (not a good idea) to look back at you. He stood up and wobbled towards you.
"What's got ya glaring at me like that, partner? If I didn't know any better– I'd think you're angry at me~" his breath stinks of alcohol, yours would probably be too. He puts a leg over yours and an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to whisper–
"And that got me feeling hot." Jabber licks your earlobe– biting and pulling away. You kept your eyes glued on the melting ice in your glass.
"What would I be mad at you for?"
"A lot, but you didn't mind those minor offenses before. So, what's got ya hiding inside that head of yours?" His fingers were tracing your back, making random shapes.
You're drunk yourself, whatever present reason that's still left in your head is telling you to shut your mouth or else you'll be ranting about how incredibly pissed you are at his sudden interest with that Cleaner, Zanka.
He has this shit eating grin on his face, now poking your back. "Come onn~ tell metellemetellmetel—" you smashed your lips against him— and it hurt. Your lips hit his open mouth and just as he closes it he accidentally bites yours. Jabber's eyes widened for a split second– it narrowed as he began grinning ear to ear.
He licks the blood from your busted lip and kisses the open wound– its metallic taste rips a groan out of his mouth.
You let him, you don't pull away from his grasp and apparent grinding you feel on your arm.
Cthoni, only a couple of feet away from you senses the sudden change in the atmosphere. She looks at you and Jabber– his arm wrapped around your shoulder, him licking your bloodied lips and the arm placed in between you as some sort of barrier is being used as a grinding pole. She sighs heavily, wobbling as she stood up and placed her manhole near you. Jabber barely acknowledges her, his whole attention is placed on you.
"You're one weird couple." And she pushed the two of you in, transporting you in your room– landing on your bed.
Jabber topples on you, he leans up, resting on his elbows– caging you...
It was silent, only your breathing and shuffling could be heard. Jabber's hot pink eyes stares at you, and you stare back.
"You're so weird, ya know that?"
"Well, you're one to talk."
"You don't treat me so mean— and I hate that. You know how to push my buttons, but you don't. You always keep me hanging."
You grab a hold of his face pulling him down to your level and you kiss his forehead– you felt him tense up, then his nose, then his chin. He melts under your touch. Jabber is all putty on top of you. Your fingers now tracing lines and letters on his back.
"I have to keep you on your toes, Jabber... or else–"
"Or else what?" He mumbles on your neck.
"You'll get bored of me."
He doesn't retort. You didn't need him to, but you hoped he did. You could only hear the loud beating of your heart through your ears as Jabber falls asleep.
Part 3
AN: lowkenuinely don't know how or why Follo's part became like that. I think I entered flow state.
You got drunk as hell after a small celebration for a successful mission with your team.
Enjin:
You knocked at his door in a rhythm– letting him know it was you. He opens it and you came pouncing on his arms.
"ENJIIIN! I MISSED YOU!"
And before he can greet you back or ask how your mission was– you already had both your palms on his cheek and started peppering kisses on his face. He stumbled back when you had jumped on him and closed the door behind you. His tattooed hands resting on your back– tracing down until he let it rest on your waist, subtly pulling you closer.
You started at random, wherever you felt like– then you went back to kissing his forehead, then temple, then his eyelids and the tip of his nose. His brows furrowed a little when you parted– ready to complain but you immediately shut him up by kissing him deeply. It was just his lips on yours at first, then you bite his bottom lip– hard enough to sting- to elicit a moan out of him. You pinched his cheek to keep his mouth open while your tongue tangles around with his.
A thin line of saliva connected your lips. His eyes hazy, his grip and even his pants tighter– then your head falls on his shoulder, falling asleep immediately.
"What the hell? Hey, wake up! You can't leave me blue-balled like that!" but it was no use, you were deep asleep.
Tamsy:
You came knocking at his room instead of going to yours. When he opened the door– the scent of booze hit him.
"Oh dear, did you excessively drink again?" He sounded disappointed.
"yeah.. Got swept with the team's energy."
You drew closer to Tamsy, wrapping him in your extra warm embrace. He's not mad that you got drunk, or stink of booze and smoke– he's irked at the different scents that got rubbed on you. Clearly, someone was being too close with you in that party.
He sat you down on his bed and straddled your lap. He leans his head towards you– his silky blonde hair falls on his face, almost like a veil. Your hand cups his cheek and he leans to your touch. Your fingers rubbing his ear and it inches on the back of his head, now playing with his navy blue hair.
"what's got you so lost in thought, darling?" he asks, your foreheads leaning against each other.
"you're so beautiful, Tamsy.." you whisper. "right now– you look like a bride. My bride."
Tamsy felt his face flush. How eager of you, he thinks to himself. He feels your fingers rub his scalp then slightly pull on it— a shiver runs down his spine.
"Then— shouldn't this bride of yours be kissed? To finally seal the deal?"
Finally, you close the gap between your lips. His lips moving in sync with yours as he eventually wrapped his arms around your neck– slowly grinding his hips against yours. He lets out breathy moans in between kisses, then you stop.
You slightly pull away to get a view of his face– flushed and glowing. Absolutely ethereal. Then you began leaving kisses all over his face. The scar on his cheek up to the corner of his eye then a kiss on his temple. Then a final kiss on the piercing under his lip.
"you're done now?"
You sleepily nod, he helped you take your uniform off and changed it into a comfortable shirt you left (he stole) in his room.
"You're officially my wife, right?" you ask, wrapping your arms around him while he pull the blanket on both of you.
"yes I am, go to sleep now.." he kissed your forehead goodnight.
Zanka :
Zanka felt his choker ring, "Hello?"
"hi uhh.. (y/n) drank their mind off and is already sleeping here. Would you mind taking them home? We're at the bar."
"sure I'll be on my way." Zanka immediately bolts to where the bar is, he knows you're clingy when you're drunk so he's worried that you might cling on somebody that isn't him.
When he arrived at the bar– you were already waiting outside with a friend on your side. Said friend saw Zanka and went back inside not after bidding you well.
"ZANKA BABYY YOU'RE HERE–"
"PIPE IT DOWN YOU IDIOT"
He has his hand covering your mouth– you placed your ever his and started kissing his palms. Zanka's ears turned red and yanked his hands away from your mouth. You pout.
"Didn't you miss me too, Zanka?"
You've been gone for a week. Of course he missed you!
He saw tears welling up your eyes– threatening to fall. He really should take you back home.
"'course I did, you big dummy."
You held his face in place and kissed him on his lips. Zanka's eyes shot wide open– immediately pulling away from you and turning his head side to side to check if anyone saw. Luckily, there were only a few people out and were just minding their own business. He looks back at you– tears already streaming down your face.
"hic– you don't love me anymore don't you?! hic–"
That made a few people turn their heads toward you. Zanka sighs, all embarrassed. He needs to calm you down before taking you back to his room. He doesn't want Enjin, Riyo, and especially Rudo teasing him about this in the morning.
And so, he pulls you along deep in an alleyway– away from prying eyes and wrapped his arms around your neck. You were still upset and hiccuping from earlier, now leaning against a hard brick wall. Then Zanka placed his lips against yours— first a peck then he pushed deeper. You've calmed down and followed along his flow– letting him take the lead. His kisses are feverish, like a man stranded in a dessert– he seeks your lips like water. You love his kisses so much, he puts so much emotion in it when you do and he lasts so long. He parts away with a string of saliva hanging on your lips which he licks away. While he was catching his breath, you littered kisses all over his face.
"I love you so much, Zanka~"
"yeah, yeah I know ya big oaf."
"come onnn! Say it back!"
"I'll say it back and give you more if you go along with me quietly!"
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making out headcanons (nsfw: mdni) — ft. bruce wayne and dick grayson for this part. @neerathebrightstar pookie this is for u <3
ah, bruce wayne. lover boy, prince of the city, heart and charm of all of gotham. of all his princely titles, all his noble epithets, yet the only label he ever wants is to be considered the husband of you. despite his reputation of being a playboy billionaire with ample time in his hands spent flirting up and down with socialites and criminals galore, bruce can't deny that the sweetest taste he's ever had was his darling, his sweetheart.
and that's the taste he's simply addicted to, a taste he can never let go.
so much so to the point where he couldn't go a day without the sensation of your lips pressing against his pining ones.
when he kisses, he does so with a purpose. to prove a point, to show the world that every time your faces pop up on the big screens or right in front of the paparazzi's flashing cameras; he'll slot his lips against yours, kiss you passionately, feverishly, until your tongues clash and he's drunkenly engulfing your spit, until his lungs constrict, begging for air, whilst his hands are plastered on your head, a calculated move to keep you in your spot until he's satisfied, satisfied that the world knows his sole dedication for you— how he's settled down, satisfied, that he'd given up the title of playboy philanthropist, now pridefully the loving husband of his spouse, and nothing more will ever replace the joy of having you right beside him in every passing moment.
even in bed, alone, where there's no pair of eyes watching you both, except for bruce's gleaming, willfully amorous ones— his smallest of pecks on your lips, or even the filthiest exchange of saliva, all those are done because he wants to send you a message, too. you're his, he's yours. you're the stability in his life, the only constant, the only person he wants to see in your shared bed all debauched and lost in the haze of pleasure.
the only thing he's proud of in his fucked up roster is his experience. you ask him what that mouth of his can do and he'll answer, in that seductive vibrato of his, "what can it not?" and he'll fucking tackle you in bed, pin you down and barely give you the time or space to comprehend just how easily he'd unclothed you, hands expertly kneading every part of your sore body. his mouth is practiced, it knows every known route that makes you laugh breathily, or gets you to release a small whine. he maps out every future hickey, all in place the public could see; and after he's done staining you with sinful kisses, you'll be suddenly brought atop his awaiting body, the man insisting that you do the same, mark him more than he does you, play with his sensitive nipples, just please touch him the same way he does you— and that's one of the few times you see him subconsciously beg for your attention.
every burning kiss, every warm breath hitting the tip of your nose, every peckish nip on your skin, every moment where he takes your arms in his and tempts you, with stormy blue eyes as vast as the seas, to let him devour every part of you— he does to make up all the lost time from before he met you. before he had made you all his. his thighs are locked against your waist, chiseled arms would be taut just carrying his weight ensuring you don't get crushed by his heavy body (heavy with desire, heavy with need to melt into you, to feel every part of you long untouched).
bruce is never one to articulate, but you know damn well that when his fingers would toy with the hem of your underwear whilst he's still busy buttering you up through his open-mouthed kisses, that that's the time he's pleading without words, massaging your hips and your thighs like he's telling you through his actions that he needs this, needs the taste of you more than you need him. and you should let him, let him eat you out, let him suck you up, let him leave traces of himself on you until you wouldn't know which part of you isn't yours anymore.
because when bruce does something, he does it with a purpose, a meaning, a calculated deed that tells you, in all the shame he's felt knowing he can't give you a lot of his first's, you should at least know you'll be his last.
— no matter how willing you are to reciprocate that matter.
there's nothing more passionate, and desperate, and heated, and devouring as there is a man like dick grayson. whose kisses are nothing but deep fervour for your soul, a hungered man in war, with nothing left to lose, nothing left to embrace in his arms except for you; whose only needs are the sensation of your lips on his, tongue would clashing with yours in a sloppy, saliva-induced mess like it's the only meal he ever craves.
for you, he's naught but a man drowning in deep desire, moaning just a little bit deeper when you nip at his bruised lips, hands tangling itself tighter when your fingers would circle around his swollen pecs, tears escaping his reddened eyes, whines are the only noises his hoarse throat could produce when your lips separate with his, when all he could see is through his blurry eyes is the string of saliva connecting you both— to which he's only wail louder when your lips aren't on his after a mere millisecond without it.
everyone thinks he's the man who leads, a man the mere personification of a guiding hand in the midst of darkness, which is objective, no less true, in the eyes of the crowd— except when he's with you, in the comfort of your bed, your body pressed right against him, hands pinning him down, thighs pressing deep on his crotch, dick would crumble, until no words would leave his aching tongue; aching to be satiated with the taste of your salty sweat on sullen skin, aching to be nothing, just nothing – not a leader, not a hero – just a man reduced to nothing but his body submitting on the bed's dirty sheets.
when he's with you, he lets himself be commanded, be guided on the steps you wish to take. his teeth will clash with yours in sickened ardor, yes, but when you're not satisfied with the way he kisses you, when you think he doesn't deserve to be pampered with your hickeys on his skin, when he's been a bad boy in public, too possessive, too engulfed in his jealousy that he forgets how iron-like his grip on your shoulder is, and you're mad at him: you can rightfully punish him, deprive him of your affection, of your attention and your love and your sweet, sweet kisses, and dick would fall apart into pieces— he'll do anything to have you back into his touch, he'll fucking change, he says, he'll bite his lips, bite his tongue, and accept any pain you induce on his, but don't you dare deprave him of what he wants, what he needs—
which is the taste of tongue, and your teeth, and your nose mushing on him, the feel of your body rightfully slotted in his arms.
so if you even fucking try to separate yourself from him, dick would break.
all his obsession, his deep-seated fantasies are translated in the way his body would feel like it's fusing with yours whenever he kisses you. he's messy, but adept. desperate, but determined to prove a point— that you're his and he's yours and nobody can come in between you two. you don't like it when his tongue touches the roof of your mouth? he'll adjust, he'll change his technique, he'll resort to kissing the crook of your neck instead, or kneading your thighs, or even just let you watch him fuck the mattress instead like a damn dog if it entertains you, if it makes you laugh and reward him with just a kiss on his forehead, anything; ignore the way he becomes more desperate when you give him a lack of reaction, or show any part of dissatisfaction— dick is a man depraved.
dick is a man starved.
and all the man needs to satiate himself is the taste of you.
chat pls dont clown me for this its been a WHILE since i made something lol. (rose variety 'black baccara' incase anyone is interested!)
TOP MALE READER// YAN VAMP SYLUS N CALEB, MDNI
it was supposed to be like any other trip, so where exactly did it go wrong?
wet, sloppy kisses pressed up your littered neck making a shiver go down your spine. you could feel their cold hands roam your body, playing with your painfully hot skin. you lost count of how many times they've milked you dry, yet they never took off your blindfold.
the last thing you remember are those two sets of piercing eyes staring at you, before everything went dark. those two were the same vampires that you were paid handsomely to kill-- a frankly inhumaine amount too. you had only briefly glanced at the paper, the red names of caleb and sylus sticking out.
and when you woke up in a lavish mattress, without your heavy robes or blades, it only made you panic. yet what more could you do other then thrash around, with no vision and no hands available? the only solace you had was that it would all be over, a paralyzing fear in your stomach.
they would soon drain you of your blood, leaving you a dried, broken husk-- and another victim to those two infamous vampires. no one would ever see you again, and that would be that. or at least it was in your head-- or whatever it was because they sure as hell were taking their sweet time killing you. you don't know how long you've been here for-- the panic and pleasure melding together the minutes and hours. they'd take breaks, feed on you and give you food and water, and occasionally slip something into your mouth.
the nameless man on your right was much nicer then the one on your left, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and only kissing your flesh with hunger. the one on your left was more greedy, enjoying the way you react with his teasing. he'd scrape his nails all over your chest, sticking his face into your bruised neck, fangs threatening you until your breath would hitch or you'd flinch.
even worse-- the man on your left was hungry for something other then your blood. his hands would play with your cum that laid on your stomach, or he would lay his cold hand next to your spent cock, hand threatening to grab your overstimulated cock.
yet the man on your left was equally as selfish, if not more. and when he left your side, you knew what was coming.
"that should be enough time for another round, right handsome?" his cold hands grabbed your sweaty cock, giving it a few rough strokes. "that pill did wonders to you~ it was well worth its money." he paused for a second, straddling your hips. "it's nice to see you struggle less.. you really are perfect for us! nice and large.. lots of blood.." his hand slapped your hard cock, feeling the weight of it in his hand, "and well endowed, hell if i'm not careful i'd become addicted to it!" he laughed to himself.
you were too tired to respond, sweat seeping into the blindfold while the weight of the bed shifted, the blunt tip of your cock making contact with his loosened hole. the mystery man hitched his breath, feeling your cock fit inside of him, your cum the only lube he has. the man on your left quietly bit onto your chest, licking the bite mark clean, before peeling off your blindfold.
the light in the room blinded you momentarily before the worlds colour came into view. infront of you was a very lavishly decorated room, and a very disturbing posterboard on the wall.
it was you, from photos of you showering, to your bloodtype, to you while hunting, to you on a date. they were all connected with red string. your name was written in bright red as you took it all in.
"d-don't focus on that, focus on me..!" the man you assumed was caleb breathless moaned on your cock, reaching over to grip your jaw tightly. "you're so big, n warm.. fuck..! never wanna get off of you." you watched the strength in his thighs as he fucked himself on your cock. wet, gushy noises came from his ass every time his ass made contact with your pelvis. his cock bobbed up and down, slapping against your cum stained abs, splattering cum on your body.
you almost forgot about the other man until you heard a deep, very annoyed growl came your way, and another hand pushed your face so that you could look at him.
white hair, red eyes and a very possessive stare is what stood out to you. "blushing already? must mean we are doing a good job. we've wanted you since the day we saw you." he leaned forward, claiming your lips while caleb rode you. both their hands roamed your body, scraping their sharp nails into your body like it was a canvas and blood was their medium of choice.
you hate to admit it, but these men were hot. like hot enough that even your overstimulated body could get extra hard seeing caleb ride you like his life depended on it.
sylus bit your bottom lip, your teeth clashing against eachother. his fangs scraped against your mouth while you tried to push your tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper. he pulled away, wiping his mouth. "not bad human.. you know how to kiss.." your voice felt like it was on fire, but you couldn't help and try to kiss him again.
caleb wrapped his legs around your waist. "quit hogging him sylus, you'll get your turn next anyways." he tried to sound strict, but with your cock hitting all the right spots he let out a few gasps in between. he rolled his hips around your dick, before pulling out until just the tip was in his ass, and slowly rolling over again. "does that feel good [name]? s'feels reaaal good f'me~ learned how to do it so i could please you.. prevent you from running to other humans when you belong to us~~" sylus attacked your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your chest shuttering while your body tensed up. calebs hands clamped onto your v-line, holding them down with inhuman strength. "gonna cum soon.. cum with me.. c'mon [name].. cum for me..!" he let out short gasps, his riding becoming erotic and frantic, the riding becoming shallow and fast while caleb hit that spot inside of him with your dick.
yet his thighs were getting tired, and he finally lost control for a second, losing balance and fully sinking down on your cock before he came, the feeling of your full dick all the way inside of him making his eyes roll back. you came at the same time too, filling him up again for the umpteenth time. his cum shot on your chest and he sat there, nice and full to catch his breath.
then he shakily pulled out, cum dripping from his hole as sylus switched places, muttering something about how he lost his patience. caleb came to your side and poked your cheek, kissing you on the neck. "you're just as addictive as your blood, i can't wait to devour you with him.. you're ours now, right [name]?" he chuckled to himself, letting out a content sigh at your exhausted nod. "good boy, wouldn't have much of an option. we'd do anything to keep you with us." the golden handcuffs that sat on your wrist gave you a pretty reminder of your future.
Replacing Ren's large dick with a puffy pussy! I am quite mad that there aren't enough fics about this man.
AFAB! Bottom! Ren [REDACTED] x Top Male Reader
Ren raised so many red flags throughout the day and you ignored that like the blind mf you are.
Now here you both are.
In your living room.
Watching a B-list horror movie.
You peered over to your side seeing him immersed in the movie, he was quite adorable, not like you thought of that the whole day.
"AHH!" "FUCK!" He screamed from the jump scare, frightening you along.
"s-sorry I wasn't... I really didn't think a cheap jump scare would get me, ahaha."
It was getting late and it seems like you're both ready to rest. He insists on sleeping on the couch and you resist that he at least sleeps somewhere comfier, but the damn rats chewed a hole on your air mattress.
"Really, I don't mind sleeping on the floor."
"I have timber flooring, unless.." no way you're suggesting this.
"You could share my bed."
...
Ren being all flustered (like you aren't) asked you if you were comfortable and you reassured him that you are. You proceed to finish your nightly routine and rest on the right side of the bed. Placing a pillow between the two of you.
"Just in case I roll over or something, I'm known to be a cuddler in my sleep."
"It's the same for me, I think."
"You think?"
"I mean, nobody told me yet but I've woken up with my limbs tangled around my pillow more times than I can count."
silence...
You move the pillow between the two of you and you are immediately met with Ren's blue eyes. It was filled with silence and heat. He looks at you with half lidded eyes, eyes not feeling sleep but yearning for touch. Slowly, you inch closer not knowing what to do next. Ren does so too, his fingers ghosting your cheek. You lean in first, soft lips colliding. Ren deepens the kiss. He starts biting your lips, a moan leaving in between.
Your hands slip inside his shirt, making their way up to grope his chest and gently pinch his nipples. Moans leave his lips as he parts away from you. Ren looks down to see the problem he created inside your pajamas. Through the light illuminating from the moon you saw the redness of his face. Your hands are not stopping their ministrations on his chest. Through breathy moans he says.
"Please.. I want you." And that was enough to make you lose your reasons. You stripped out of your shirt and pajamas leaving the boxers on and you signal him to do the same. Ren takes his cardigan and pants off. To your surprise he was wearing a laced underwear.
"I'll leave the shirt on.. I'm not that comfortable to take it off yet." To which you respond you understand.
Intrigued at his choice of undergarment, you put your hands in between his thighs. Squeezing them to open and he does. Your breath hitched, his plump pussy all there for your eyes to feast. You run your finger to caress the folds and Ren jolts from the feeling. You were too mesmerized on how the middle part of the garment was buried in between his folds. You hook your finger on the cloth trying to resurface it but it just goes back in between.
Ren noticed your dazed look and he can't help but find it adorable. He moves his hips to grind against your finger and that seems to snap you out. You tried to find words to continue, but one look at his eyes told you everything.
You rest your head on his thigh, kissing biting, and marking both of them. Ren moans and squeezes your head. Accidentally pressing your mouth on his warm and wet pussy, you wanted to take it slow but if this is what he wants then who are you to deny?
With the garment still on, you lap your tongue flat on his pussy, poking and rubbing the tip of your tongue on his clit, the texture of the garment along with your tongue was adding to the pleasure. After a minute he was whining, close to tears he is so you stopped teasing and moved the lace on the side. His pussy was so puffy you couldn't even see his clit unless you spread it open with your fingers. His legs wrapped around your head once you started. Your tongue licking around and between his folds while your thumb plays circles around his clit, enough to give him pleasure but not enough stimulus to make him cum. At this point you've become pussy-drunk. He kept you smothered between his thighs while your tongue went inside him, your nose poking on his clit. Warm tears kept pouring out of Ren's eyes telling you he's about to cum. You plunge your tongue deeper and rub his clit faster and he's cumming. His walls clenching and pulsing around your tongue. His legs become jelly and you free yourself from his grasp.
There you see a sight to behold. His clit has swollen up and is now peeking between his folds, his eyes red and swollen from crying, mouth open and letting his whorish moans out. You wanted to take it slow and savor every moment but he's making it so difficult. You took your boxers off and let your cock rest on top of his stomach. Ren feels a weight between and he looks down, blushing and shaking profusely.
He has still yet to recover from his orgasm. His actions fuel you further and rub your cock between his folds to cover it with his own slick. You tease his clit with your tip and you slide it down to slip it inside of him. Ren asks you to take it slow but it falls upon deaf ears.
"Please... It's h-hah too thick. Y-you're going to split me apart!"
You lean down on him, keeping your hips leveled as to not push in further. And you whisper to his ears.
"But you'd like that won't you? To be full and stretched by my cock so your body will remember and long for me. You can't go back to playing with yourself because you will be craving for mine and my touch alone. Isn't that what's going on inside your head,
His eyes widen in shock but then rolls to the back of his head as you push in your full length. You stay in position, savoring how his pussy clenched and pulsed around your cock. He wants to ask you knew but then you started thrusting, and it felt heavenly. His g-spot was already swollen from his previous orgasm and so he became too sensitive. It all felt too much, to you remembering him and fucking him so good. He felt like cumming but he felt different.
"W-w-wait! Stop! (M/n) I c-can't.. ahh~ something is coming o-out!" But you were relentless, you know what's happening and you're letting this virgin discover his own pleasure. And it dawned on him
"Mnghh~ (M/n) I thinking I need to pee! (M/n)- (M/-! Slow down!"
You thrust deeper and faster than before. Ren's eyes wide in fear of what's about to happen as he lets himself go. With one hard thrust you hit his spot and he lets himself come loose. He wets himself, his squirt hitting your abdomen and it runs down to where you're both connected. Ren takes in the sight, he feels like a dog marking his territory. As he continues to squirt, you rub his clit to further stimulate him. His whole body shakes as you rub and slap his clit until there's nothing left that he can give. You feel yourself close to climax as well.
"I'm getting close too. Hah~ you're going to be a good boy and take it all, right? I bet you'd even love it if I got you pregnant, won't you?" He clenched around you and that made you smile.
"If I got pregnant, he'll surely take responsibility won't he? Then I'll be able to live beside him and eventually get married like he promised!" Through his fucked up mind that's all what Ren thought at the moment.
Finally you came, dumping it deep inside him. Ren shivered from the warmth pouring out of you.
Both of you stayed still for a couple of minutes until you suggested you both cleaned up to which Ren refused to.
"I'll just change the sheets, we can shower tomorrow."
Reluctantly, Ren let you pull out of him. You relish the sight of your cum pouring out of him to which Ren hurriedly scooped with his finger and shoved it inside of him again. You swear you felt your cock come to life when he did that. After the sheets are changed, you lay him down beside you in your embrace and let fatigue get the best of you, with the last thing you remember is Ren whispering.
Fun fact, this blog was supposed to be a sfw only blog.
And I also fcking passed the 900 followers- omfg. Should I do a mini event where you can just ask me as many questions as you want so you can learn more about me, and I will do a real event when we reach 1k?
Btw it's 26 °C rn at 5 am, and I'm literally melting, It's going to be 40 °C in 5 hours, send me love because I can't survive over 20 °C. You can consider me dead for the next 48 hours.
You were sitting at the top of the inn, enjoying the fresh air as the sun goes down. You were sitting directly on the ground, criss-crossed legs as you read your book, the soft wind making the golden leaves dance around you. A person similar to a stray cat with teal fur finds its way onto your lap, snuggling into your warmth, nose pressed against your crotch, his breathless moan filling the silence. You could hear the real cats meowing down the stairs, it was unusual, but you guessed that they were just playing around.
Xiao, alias the stay cat, wiggled a bit, face pressed against your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist with a satisfied whimper. Since earlier, he never left your side for more than 10 minutes, always needing physical touch, from his hand holding yours to having his lips in contact with your skin. At this point, you were thinking that he got addicted to your touch, and you weren't that far away from the truth. He needed your warmth, so he could know you were beside him.
You continue to read your book peacefully, running your hand through his hair, and playing with the lighter-coloured locks. His hair was fascinating, so soft and always untangled. You could not help but braid his hair, similar to Venti, and surprisingly, he let you do this. The cats are getting noisier down the stairs, and you tried to see if something's wrong, but Xiao would have woken up in this case. You stay in your spot, at worst, the person would try to attack you, and you would just defend yourself if Xiao hasn't jumped in before that.
You hear footsteps, not rushed, ready light steps heading in your direction as a blond-haired man appears in your field of vision. You decide to act as if you did not see him, reading your book once again. The cats stopped hissing and left in a hurry. You could see that the person stopped at the top of the stairs, as his feet weren't moving anymore, he was looking in your direction. His eyes burn into your shoulder and torso, fixated on you and not moving for some long seconds. Slowly, you looked up, giving him a warm and gentle smile, uncertain of his reaction. And suddenly, you could see his cheeks reddening under your gaze, a shade of pink you never saw.
You moved your hand to rest on top of Xiao's hair, ruffling it as you tilted your head to the side, still looking at the man in front of you. The Traveller, Aether, was standing still, as if he did not know what to do. You observed his every reaction, from his flustered state to the little cute confused expression he had.
His gaze moved downward, stopping at, what you guessed was, your shoulder. He was stunned, looking in between you and the man on your lap, when he finally looked back into your eyes. He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch you but gave up, it seems like he wanted to talk too, but he did not know how to ask his question. He stuttered a bit, his eyes avoiding yours as his hands were sweating, before asking one thing.
“Who… are you?”
You chuckled, so much time for this simple question? Your reaction made him blush from embarrassment, as he thought he looked ridiculous, but you gave him your name, smiling at him gently. A warmth spread through his body as he repeated your name, lost in his thought. Aether liked the way it was rolling off his tongue, something inside of him stirring awake, he loved your name.
“How many times are you going to say my name?”
He froze on the spot, and once again, it flustered him to no end, panicking as no words were coming out of his mouth. He could feel his heart stop as he understood how creepy it was to do this, especially in front of someone you did not know. He shook his head, trying to come up with an explanation. But that's when you raised your hand, not an ounce of annoyance in your eyes, the gentleness took him aback. You were more preoccupied with the fact that he looked ready to pass out from stress than the strange way he was acting, and you would feel guilty if he did pass out because of you.
“Come here, lay down sweetheart.”
Aether felt his heart skip a beat, the pet name and your voice alone were sending chills up his spine, and the way you patted your thigh slowly to beckon him to come closer. He stepped forward warily, as he watches you move, placing Xiao's head on your left thigh as you tap your right one. Paimon was still in their room, relaxing but if she was here, she would make fun of him and his shyness. He sat beside you and jumped a bit when your hand ruffled his hair, pushing his head down, so he could rest on you.
With your fingers running through his hair and the sound of you flipping the pages of your book again, he felt his mind becoming fuzzy, slowly falling asleep. He looked up at you, the way your face was illuminated by the ray of sunlight, softly hitting your silhouette was mesmerizing. He got lost in the sight, even when his eyes started to close, he was still looking at you with this longing gaze. He moved closer to you unconsciously, pushing Xiao away as he nuzzled against your stomach, dozing off.
You could not lie, Aether was so cute, his nose twitching anytime you would move a little too much and unknowingly taking Xiao's place. Blond braided hair shining with the sunlight, his hair looked so soft too. You could not lie, Aether was one of those pretty boys that always looked so perfect, out of this world. Your hand rubbed his cheeks, listening as he whimpers in his sleep when you draw your hand away, nuzzling into your palm when you placed it back.
You stifled a laugh when you heard Xiao's head hit the ground, Aether managed to push him away little by little in his sleep, his head now taking all the place on your lap. Xiao shot up immediately after your warmth left him, ready to kill whoever did this but froze when he saw Aether. He sends you a bewildered glare, that you ignore by continuing to read innocently.
It was funny for you until Aether moved again, with his face almost pressed against your clothed dick as he let out a low moan. You felt your cheeks burn up, and the soft sound send your heart to beat at an erratic pace. When another moan left his pink lips, your body shook, reacting in a non-innocent way.
You panic when you could feel Xiao's rage filling the air, the murderous aura hovering over the blond male. You tried to calm Xiao down, holding his hand and when finally he started to calm down, Aether woke up. A yawn comes out of his mouth as he rubs his eyes, still half asleep. He blinks slowly, getting used to the luminosity.
You thought he was safe, until, in his confusion about what was in front of him, he looked up slowly, unknowingly eyeing your abs and torso until he falls on your jaw and stressed eyes. He looks back down, understanding that your bulge was just some centimetres away from his face. It was one of his first times eyeing something that looked this big and could not help his mouth watering at the sight, feeling as if he was blessed for being able to sleep on this spot.
He heard someone almost growling behind him, and he turned around instantly. His wide eyes met Xiao's crazy ones, glowing a strong gold as he was one step away from jumping on him. Xiao's voice was strong and irritated when he told him to get off, hands clenched to keep himself from killing his friend. For Aether, that was the first time he saw Xiao being this mad, and afraid, he got up slowly, moving away from you. The second he was not touching your body anymore, Xiao was sitting on your lap, arms wrapped around your waist as his head was hidden in your neck. He was sending a raging glare at the poor confused blond boy, already missing your warmth.
Aether could understand that Xiao was someone possessive, after all, he has been alone for most of his life, but the way he was keeping you all to himself was strange. It sends an unpleasant feeling in Aether's heart as you were one of the rare people that has just been nice to him without asking for anything back. As if you were different from all the other citizens, not taking advantage of his kindness.
You did not know him at all, you did not even ask his name. But, you let him relax on your lap, offering him a protective embrace as for once, he could sleep without a care in the world. Near you, he felt safe, as if nothing could harm him in any way. For the first time, he wanted to go against one of his friends. It was Xiao's fault for being this possessive over someone that was not even his, after all.
How long has it been since the last time he felt this safe? It made him remember something he forgot since he entered this world… Your embrace was reminding him of his sister, the way she would consol him whenever he was sad or afraid. Your sweet smile, your gentle and loving touch, soothing his pain, enveloping his heart with warmth, restoring his harmed soul.
Something awoke inside of him, something strange, obscure, but he ignored it, his mind focused on you. He missed his dear sister. How long has it been since he entered this world? How long since he felt this peaceful and out of danger?
He blamed the unknown god for the pain he was feeling, for the disappearance of his sister. He did not only blame them, he also blamed everyone from this world.
He hated everyone. They never tried to help him. They were all selfish, only asking him for help before leaving him, alone and lost. He did not want to be a hero, he did not want to help everyone, and he did not care one bit.
He wanted to find his sister.
They did nothing for him except make him lose his time, they gave him nothing. He felt nothing around them, the emptiness was killing him and his mind, hope disappearing. But then, you appeared. He felt the power emanating from you, the wave of raw power almost sending him on his knees earlier. It was not a vision or your intimidating stature, it was as if a god was standing behind you. He could feel the anemo power, the geo, and hydro, creating a powerful shield around your body.
Were you a god? Were you like the other he met? Like Zhongli, Venti and the Raiden Shogun? Did you only care about yourself too?
Would you help him, unlike the others? You held him even if he was a stranger, you gave him your warmth and love, even if it was only for some minutes. You made his heart beat loudly in his chest, his hands sweat and his mind spiralling.
You could feel the intense stare from Aether, who was lost in his thoughts, but his gaze was still not wavering away from you. The man on your lap growing madder and madder by the second, ready to destroy the poor lost boy. Gently, you held Xiao's cheeks, kissing his lips before asking if he could leave you and Aether alone for a moment. He growled at you, crazy eyes piercing through your head.
Xiao wanted to make a fuss, to grab Aether's head and slam it on the ground until he would never be able to lay his eyes on you again. It was eating him up inside, but he nodded, sucking it up, not wanting to disappoint you. The thought that you could praise him for being good crossed his mind and he accepted to leave. He got up from your lap, grabbing your jaw before giving you one of the wettest kisses you ever had. He left, but not without glaring one last time in Aether's direction, leaving the said male in shock.
You watch with an amused smirk as Xiao walks off, hips almost swaying as he closes the door behind him. You covered your chuckle with a cough before focusing back on the blond. You motioned for him to come closer, since Xiao wasn't here anymore, so you could talk. He did with hesitant steps, still watching the door Xiao left from, wary.
You looked at him in pity, Xiao surely frightened him. You wanted to calm him down, but he made the first move. He surprised you when he grabbed your hands, holding them in between his gently, a strange light in his eyes as he looks at you with hope. His cheeks were red, his heart beating loudly in his chest as he asks his question.
“Are you a god?”
You're taken aback, chuckling a bit as you thought he was joking. Until you saw the hurt in his eyes, and you panicked. You apologized, explaining that you thought it was a joke, and you never wanted to make fun of him. His gaze never wavered from your face and so, you answered.
“I am not a god, sweetheart. Just a mere human.”
You see his eyes losing their soft light, showing his disappointment in your answer. Your heart broke at the sight, guilt eating you up from the inside, not knowing what you could do for him. You don't remember him being this depressed in the game.
You moved forward, holding his face in between your hands, looking at him worriedly. And then suddenly, he broke down. He started to cry, big tears rolling down his cheeks, wetting your hands before hitting the ground. He was trembling in your hold, his frail body shaking so violently that you thought he wasn't going to survive it.
The guilt and worries made you react instantly, wrapping your arms around him before hugging him. His face was pressed into your chest, making you unable to see him, as you focused on bringing him comfort, your arms protecting him from the outside world. With his face hidden, you could not see the smirk creeping its way onto his sweet innocent face. He was bathing in your attention and affection. He needed you more than Xiao, so he should understand that he wanted to steal you away, right?
After all, you were so kind, that you would not be able to say no to him. He knew that if he asked you to stay by his side for a while with teary eyes, you would without thinking, agree to accompany him. And with the plan in his head, he looked up at you, big doe eyes meeting yours as he begged. A second later, you were agreeing to go with him on his journey. As you promise to not leave him alone.
Xiao has gone crazy when he heard about it from Aether, jumping on him but being stopped by the sword held against his neck. His blood run cold when he saw the crazy look in the traveller's eyes, something so dark that he made his body shake. Aether smirked at him with insolent confidence, looking down at the Adeptus.
“You don't mind if I take him for a little while, right?
After all, I need him more than you.”
Xiao's spear was out in a blink of an eye, ready to cut Aether's head off until he heard your voice saying you would be ready in a second. His blood boiled as Aether looked so satisfied with what was happening. You left your room, your bag thrown over your shoulder as you bid Verr Goldet and her husband goodbye, promising you will come back to see them again.
When you joined the two males waiting for you outside, you were taken aback by the glacial tension between those two. Paimon was flying around you happily, complimenting your appearance as she was glad that someone as kind as you would take care of Aether with her. Immediately, Paimon and you hit off, the friendly atmosphere clashing with the tensed one next to you. Aether told you it was time to go and instantly, Xiao tugged you forward, kissing you fervently as you gave back the same energy. You whisper to him that you will call him if something goes wrong and this, reassured him for a second.
You turned around, waving before walking away with Paimon by your side. Aether walked closer to the teal-haired male, leaning forward as he whispers into his ear before leaving.
“Adeptus Xiao, you already have your god. Devote yourself to him.
And let me find my own new god in peace.”
After all, the three gods deceived Aether. But, it did not mean that he could not gain fate in another one, you were better than all those gods, he knew it. He wasn't caring anymore about futile things, your love for him was as big as his sister's love. You would become his new god, he wanted you to become powerful, be able to destroy anything and everything, and he wanted to be able to worship you. Those useless gods did not deserve so much respect, and he will make you become the only one.
Your appearance, kind smile and gentle touches could convince anyone. You were so innocent, or at least that's what he thought as he walked beside you, holding your hand with a smile. If only he could see your smirk, amused by his stupid mind, only two or three nice words, and he already trusted you. You did not mind playing the charming and kind guy for some more days, after all, he will end up like Zhongli, Childe or Xiao.
The more they love you, the less there was a chance you'll get killed. Surely, you loved Aether as a character, but it did not change the fact that any character in this game was stronger than you with a weapon, including him, and they could kill you at any time. You were just making sure to stay alive, there was nothing wrong with that, right? Most of them never received love from anyone, or never enough at least, so if you managed to give them what they were missing… You would become a necessity for all of them, and your death will not be conceivable.
Soon, some days passed, and you were roaming around with Aether and Paimon, achieving some commissions for some citizens. You noticed how he was asked more and more things, and at some point, before Paimon or he could say yes, you would refuse. Watching the person straight in the eyes, glare piercing through their body as it was clear you were mad, making them run away.
Aether could have cried from what happened, the next days, nobody asked him anything, he could just roam around without having anyone disturbing him. He had really low self-confidence and so, you took the habit to praise him. Anytime he would do anything well, you would praise him, kiss his cheek or hand.
He was craving for all those little touches, almost begging for them after any commissions, he could not stay away from you. Even with how close you grew, he never dared say your name again, almost as if it was something so important he did not have the right to pronounce it anymore. When you were meeting with new people, you never had the occasion to introduce yourself, Aether would always do it for you saying that you were called sir by everyone. It made you feel strange, but you allowed it when seeing Aether's pleased face.
Whenever the blond was doing something else, you would do the commissions for him and bring back the money, finding a new excuse every time. Your actions were noticed by many and quickly, you had a reputation as good as the Traveller's one, if not better. They knew it was useless to ask for Aether's help now since you would show up and make sure it will never happen again.
More and more people started to appreciate you, praising you for being so effective, always knowing before they could talk about what they needed. It wasn't long before most people in Liyue were saying that you were most useful than gods, more present and understanding. The rumours spread through Liyue, going as far as reaching Mondstadt, that someone was travelling around the Traveller's side, and they were doing wonders.
Aether has never been so proud, he never thought you would get loved this easily by everyone. But even if it was what he wanted, for you to become powerful and respected, something felt wrong. You were refusing for him most commissions, letting him relax and have some free time, but he rarely saw you, often coming back some hours later with the money. He followed you once and was shocked to see you do the commission for him, and the way these people were looking at you filled his heart with jealousy.
He proposes to travel together again, going far from the city to have some peace and collect materials. And that's how you packed your bag, bidding the Liyue citizens goodbye before leaving with the Traveller. The days weren't boring, you were often fighting with monsters, Paimon and her stupid ideas would bring some joyful moments, but you could not lie, not having any sexual contact with anyone for days was terrible. You thought about calling Xiao, but you looked over to Aether and a smirk made its way onto your face.
As you were walking around, collecting flowers and insects, you would let your hands slide over his hips or ass without really touching him. The touch was so light that he could barely feel it, but he knew it was here. You started to hold his hand sometimes, kissing his hand when he managed to defeat a stronger opponent. Without knowing it, you became his moral support, each word gave him the motivation to continue.
And you were treating Paimon so well, being so nice to her every time, cooking her favourite food, and he could often see you laugh together. He really started to wonder if you lied to him about being a god. Whenever he was tired, you would fight the monsters for him, destroying them in a second, the power coursing through your veins annihilating everything. Sometimes his body would give out, and you would catch him, picking him up gently and carrying him around as he could not do anything by himself anymore.
This night, as you have fallen asleep before him, he was looking at you with dreamy eyes, his heart beating loudly in his chest, reaching his own ears. His hand ruffled your hair, admiring your peaceful face. He knew it was wrong, but he did not care about his sister anymore, he just wanted to be by your side, hold your hand and cuddle against you. He was able to understand Xiao, the way he was acting toward you because he wanted to do the same now.
You groan at the feeling of someone running their hand through your hair, you moved on your back, opening your eyes to see Aether looking at you. You sat down, resting your back on the bedhead, thinking he wanted to talk to you. But he kneeled on the ground, beside the bed, asking if you could pet him. You tried to make him stand up and sit beside you, but he refused, saying he did not deserve to be next to you and nobody else did too.
With a sigh, you sat in front of him, his head resting on your thigh as you stroked his hair, undoing the braid before kissing his forehead. You were still half asleep, looking at the moon outside, the sound of the soft wind almost lulling you to sleep again. As Aether was kneeling there, acting innocently, he could not help but start to grind his hips against the ground, your touch alone made him cum. He wanted to sob, he did not deserve to be this close to his god. He spent the night on the ground beside your bed, unable to sleep correctly knowing you were so close.
Slowly, it happened more and more as he was acting strange around you, he was being so careful and respectful, almost kissing your shoes every time you were looking at him. If you ever said something about being hungry or thirsty, he had something ready for you in the next minutes. And when you came back to Liyue, everyone started to imitate his behaviour, a child even stopped beside you once, asking if you could bless him like a god would.
They were all sure you were a god, from your appearance to the elements' marks you had on your body. Your golden veins attracted many people as they could not help but try to touch them, but Aether was always there to shoo them away. Aether learned about your connexion with Zhongli and Childe, and managed to avoid them all the time, not wanting you to see them again.
One day, as you were walking around together on your free day, as you refused every commission, the cute dogs at the entrance of the city caught your attention. You could not help but pet them, letting them lick your face and run around you, asking for affection. You did murmur about how nice it would be to have a dog. And the same night, Aether showed up in your shared room with a black and gold collar. You thought he brought you a dog, and you could feel your heart swell up with love, until he kneeled, presenting his neck to you.
With shaky hands, you tightened it around his neck and watched with shock as he seemed pleased, thighs rubbing together as he looked up at you with a red face. Since then, you never saw him without it, his scarf would cover it most of the time, but you did catch him sometimes playing with it, thumb rubbing the leather as he blushed heavily.
Back to the present, you were fighting against some mages, it seemed like every time you would kill one, another would show up, and it took you a good hour to kill them all. You knew Aether was tired and so, you ordered him to not help you and go somewhere else to relax. But as you were so focused on killing them without getting injured, you did not see him looking at you from the side. Aether wanted to stay close, in case you encountered someone too strong for you, he could help you. But he ended up standing there stupidly, mouth watering as he watched you move, muscles rolling under the skin, body tensed as you cut the head of a mage.
The sweat covering your body, he observed as it made your skin glisten, the display of your power sending shivers up his spine. He almost moaned when you used your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead. And Paimon could only look at him in disbelief as he was thirsting over a fighting man covered in blood and sweat. Paimon watched as he walked off suddenly, motioning for her to stay with you as she just nodded, confused. As you just wrapped up your fight, you asked Paimon if she wanted to prepare the food with you while Aether was away, which she seemed excited for.
For Aether, just after he walked off, excusing himself for some minutes, he was leaning against a tree, his hand covering his mouth as he jerked off. His mind started to spiral as he saw you fight and get into it, muscles showing off while you were moving, your focused face as you smirked at your opponent. And the way you smiled at him the second you knew you had won this fight, so proud of yourself, almost waiting for praises. And the fact that you fought for him, protected him and looked worriedly his way to make sure he was alright.
You could be giving him the same victorious smile when you would finally get on top of him in bed, that same smirk when he would be whimpering for you, muscles rolling as you thrust in and out of him. His imagination was getting him off, your face not leaving his mind as his body tensed up, legs quivering and back arching as he came on the grass. He was panting as he dressed back up, acting as if he was not doing anything before heading back. He was greeted by the sight of you and Paimon joking around, the flying cutie floating around you with a big smile as you feed her. You turned around when you heard Aether stepping closer, handing one sushi to him with a soft smile, his heart fluttering at the view.
As he tried to grab the food, you swat his hand away, feeding him yourself. And then, you leaned forward, your lips grazing his ear as you murmured.
“You should clean your hands, sweetheart.
You still have something white on them.”
And you watched with amusement as he blushed heavily, dashing away to clean his hands, red from embarrassment as you told Paimon that it was nothing important, as you were just teasing him like always.
He became more and more perverted as time passed by, and you continued to act as if you weren't noticing everything, letting him fall deeper and deeper into his obsession. You let him wash your clothes, often noticing some of them disappear for some days, how he would sleep with his head resting on your lap, face pressed against your crotch.
One night, you were unable to sleep as you just watched through the window, admiring the sky and the stars when you felt the sleeping man move. You waited, unmoving, to see what he was doing, and you heard his feet touch the ground softly in the silence of the night, before another thud as his knees touched the ground. And he started to pray, your name rolling off his tongue with a satisfying whine, hands clasped together as he looked up at the sky.
When he finished, he took softly your hand in his, kissing your fingers and palm. Going up to your forearm and arm, not doing anything more than kisses except his incessant praises and pleas, for you to stay by his side forever. You heard him whimper, slowly turning your head to look at him, seeing how he was going to cry, hips jerking up in the air uselessly. You watched as he held your hand while grinding against the ground, his tears wetting your hand. He was truly pathetic.
He froze when your hand moved to hold his cheek gently, his head shot up, his eyes meeting yours as he cries, begging for forgiveness. With a fake soft smile, you sat up, wiping his tears away with your thumb before placing your feet over his crotch. As you whispered loving words, you pressed your foot against his cock, watching as he wailed, hips jerking up. You cooed at his desperate expression, giving more and more love as you pressed harder, confusing his mind and body. Aether was lost, not knowing if he should enjoy it or cry at the pain. He was sobbing, whimpering as his body was burning, pleading for anything and everything.
With a click of the tongue, you watched as he came over your feet, disgust openly shown on your face. It broke Aether's mind, knowing he disappointed you, he wanted to do everything but this, he stood up and ran to grab something to clean you up, stumbling on his feet. With trembling hands he wipes off the mess he created, almost instantly after holding your leg as he kissed your ankle, thanking you for letting him cum but at the same time apologizing. You could almost see his thoughts getting mixed up and lost inside his poor little head.
You couldn't lie, the sight made your cock throb as his frail body was shaking on the ground, knees almost bleeding as it scraped against the floor for so long, teary and red eyes looking up at you, begging. Did he even know what he was begging for?
You wanted to play with his mind a bit more and so, you pretended to still be mad, furrowed eyebrows and jaw clenched as you looked at him angrily. He whimpered, head down as his tears hit the ground, he was hiccuping, trying to apologize again. But with four words, his ego was crushed. 'How useless and disappointing'.
He froze, his body stopped trembling as he looked up at you with agony in his eyes. Aether felt your words stab his heart, he wanted to curl up in the corner of the room and never appear in front of you again. His god was upset because of him, only because of him, it was his fault. That's when he shot up, moving to grab his sword before kneeling again, giving it to you. He watched as you took it, looking at him wondering what he meant by that, and with tears in his eyes, he took off his scarf. He leaned forward, non-covered neck pressed against the blade, waiting for his punishment.
Without knowing it, you pushed him as far as thinking that without your approbation, he did not deserve to live anymore. Each praise only meant for him that he could continue to live by your side, but if you were disappointed, then he needed to die because he failed his task. With a sigh, you motioned for him to stand up, and before he knew it, you slashed his thigh, blood swiping out of the cut quickly.
He watched as the blood pooled on the ground, he raised his head, and his blood ran cold as he dashed forward, but it was too late. Your hand swiftly moved, slashing your own leg as your blood splattered over his panicked face. His bloody sword fell to the ground as you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you in the eyes.
“The next time you make a mistake like this, I'll punish you again.
If I hurt you while punishing you, I will do the same to my body.”
This way, he will never make a mistake again and so, he was crying in your arms as Paimon rushed inside, panicking as she tries to patch your wounds. He slept beside you this night, cuddling against you afraid you would leave.
When you woke up the next day, Aether was clinging to you, arms wrapped around your forearm as he refused to let you go. It has gone to the point where he could not leave you alone, even at night, murmuring something about not being close enough. Nobody could approach you except him, going as far as baring his teeth to someone standing a bit too close to you.
He would feed you, help you bathe, massage you if you showed even a small sign of being uncomfortable, trim your nails and do your liner in the morning. He was devoted to you, his only purpose was to serve you. At first, Paimon thought it was alarming, as she tried to make Aether leave you, but when she saw you take care of him when he was asleep at night, the tenderness in your eyes as you watched over him, she accepted it. In less than a month, the mentality of most of the people living in Liyue changed, as they stopped believing in Morax. Your golden veins made them believe you were his successor and so, they placed their trust in you, even if you told them you had nothing to do with the gods.
As you were walking down the street with Aether, holding some bags with the items that you just bought, a loud booming voice is heard behind you. You turn around, seeing Tartaglia walk in your direction with a big smile, still half glaring in the Traveller's direction. But as he pronounced your name, everyone turned their head in his direction, screaming that he should not say the god's name out loud and Aether used the sudden movement from the crowd to escape with you.
Tartaglia could only watch you walk away again, a murderous rage coursing through his body as he was going to kill the people around him and catch up with you. But a hand was placed on his shoulder, holding him back, golden lines glowing as Zhongli could feel his palm itching at the thought of breaking Aether's skull, Zhongli was as enraged as Tartaglia. Xiao contacted him earlier to tell him what was happening, and it seemed like Aether was not ready to let you go yet.
It was becoming a chase between the four of them, as Tartaglia and Zhongli created a temporary alliance to destroy the Traveller. And you, you were just having your fun, watching four grown men fighting over something that could not be won. Next, you were planning to go to Inazuma, not really caring if you had to leave them behind. But you were sure they were going to follow you anyway.
As you got home, into the room you, Paimon and Aether shared, you feel like something was wrong. When you turned in Aether's direction, his hand were clenched tightly, nails digging into his palm, drawing blood. His mind was a mess, not only because those two pests were running after you but because he saw three marks glowing through your clothes, and it was clear to him what it was.
For once, you felt guilty as you watch him cry, hand griping his scarf as he was sniffling, not even looking at you. You stepped closer, trying to take him in your arms, but he pushed you away, your shoulder heated up suddenly when he accidentally touched the mark Xiao left. His eyes widened, and before you knew it, he pushed you violently, making you fall on the bed as he forced you to take off your shirt.
He stood there as he watched the three marks glowing with rage. Suddenly, the pieces on his clothes started to glow a strange colour as he grabbed your hand, his gloves burning. And a horrible pain followed, coursing through your body, you couldn't help but scream as it feels like your flesh was on fire. When you opened your eyes after the pain subdued, you could only watch with stupefaction the strange tattoo covering your arm, having an energy similar to the monsters of the Abyss Order. Aether looked so happy, his hand intertwined with yours as he observed your arm with a big smile.
“Now, I'm as worthy as them to stay by your side, right?”
You nodded slowly, still processing what just happened. And Aether jumped into your arms, kissing you with passion as his mind was pushed over the edge, completely and utterly broken as he forgot the reason he was here in the first place. When he touched the mark, your arm was burning almost immediately, a fuzzy feeling clouding your mind as you were unable to think correctly anymore.
You gripped Aether's hips, throwing him on the bed as you climb on top of him, choking him with your right hand as your left slid under his clothes. You watched as choked on a moan, your fingers playing with his nipple, twisting it and pinching it, observing his chest heave up and down harshly as he tries to breathe. His tongue lolls out as he pants, gripping your arm in the hope you would loosen your grip.
You laugh at his pleading eyes, moving your head down to lick the tears escaping his eyes before kissing him slowly, making him forget how your hand was moving down. He discarded his scarf and cape, struggling a bit to take off his breastplate until you almost ripped it off his body. Your hand dipped into his pants, grabbing his cock to jerk it off quickly, Aether's back arching immediately at the sudden pleasure, a loud moan reverberating on the walls.
He dug his nails into your back when you took off his pants, sending them somewhere in the room. He racked them down when you almost ripped off his underwear and spread his legs apart. He bit down on your shoulder, drawing blood when you slid a finger in, but it seemed like it slid inside too easily. As you pull it out, you noticed how your finger was covered in lube as if Aether knew it was going to happen. The laugh you let out takes Aether aback, watching your smirk widen as you unbuttoned your pants, taking out your cock.
Maybe he should be worried about your grip on his collar as you tug it to expose his pretty neck, biting down harshly as you thrust in his hole at the same time, the stretch burning, yet Aether loved it. His scream was so loud it left your ears ringing, you stretched him open, it made him rethink if his three fingers were really enough. Your jaw was clenched, he was clearly too tight around you, his small body completely covered by yours. You could only watch with amazement the bulge forming in his stomach, you were clearly forcing his frail body to accommodate your size.
You haven't started to move and yet, he was already dumb on your cock, eyes rolled back as he tried to speak. You hooked your finger on his collar, tug him forward and asked him to look down. Instantly, he tightened around you, eyes wide open as he sees your size difference, at your first thrust, he was cumming. His head rolled back as he came over himself, not even comprehending what was happening.
You waited a bit before moving again, and you teased him, watching as he could only whimper as an answer, nodding his head off to whatever you were saying, amusing you to no end. He almost mewled out as you hit his prostate suddenly, and at his reaction, you rammed yourself all the way back in, your punishing pace bringing him to another too early orgasm. But this time, you don't take the time to slow down, uncaring of his loud moans as he feels his mind become fuzzy, and he could not feel the sheets he was gripping anymore.
He was crying non-stop, babbling random words, some were 'thank you' and 'god' but the rest were inaudible. You hold his leg up, using it as leverage. And you placed your hand over his mouth as you slammed your cock inside, silencing him as you hope he did not wake up anybody. You start to pound his prostate, unknowingly making him cum over and over without a break. His face was so red, his fucked dumb expression along with the tears and drool made him look even prettier. You wanted to ruin him.
You weren't sure if you were going to last long, with how tight he was hugging your cock with his walls, you doubt you could continue like that without cumming inside at least once. You could only hear his pretty voice along your blood flowing through your body, your stomach was burning. At this point, Aether never stopped cumming as his cock keep leaking, making him lose his mind as the overstimulation was turning every little part of his brain off.
He was chanting your name now, after so many days without hearing it, your body froze as your cock twitched inside. Aether looked up at you, only to see your body trembling, your blissed-out face as you filled him up. You took a minute to catch your breath before moving again, picking up the pace as you could feel him squeeze you. His body was quivering, hips jerking up each time you would hit his prostate as he wasn't able to get fully hard again.
With a click of the tongue, you wrapped your hand around his cock, his cries coaxing you into toying with him even more, matching the pace of your thrust as you rub the tip, and tighten your grip like a vice around the base. You looked down, watching yourself moving in and out of him, a clear view of your cum flowing out of his inside every time you would pull out, only the tip remaining inside. You press your hand against the bulge on his stomach and listen to his choked sobs, body giving out as he let you do whatever you wanted.
When you felt that he was going to pass out, you would stop, waiting for him to start begging before moving again, preventing him from having a rest. Your hips kept moving violently against Aether's one, continuing to rearrange his inside as you observe his expression, making fun of his fucked out face.
And finally, you felt the knot in your stomach snap one more time, and you continue to move slowly, pushing your cum deeper into him so even after washing himself, there will still be some inside. The only way to take it out would be using his fingers to push it out. Your hand continued to move until he spilt his load all over you, cum almost transparent as you milked his cock almost completely dry earlier. You slowed down your thrusts, coming to a halt, and that's when you see Aether's body lax on the bed, completely passed out. Even in this state, you could see some drop of cum leaking out of the tip.
You were going to pull out to let his body relax, until his insides clenched around you preventing you from moving, and one of his legs moved to wrap itself around your waist. You ended up being the big spoon, holding him against you as your cock was still inside him. Your eyes closed slowly, noticing how your arm was glowing before falling asleep.
You woke up with a soft feeling around your head, looking up, you see Aether looking down at you with a soft smile, his hand running through your hair. As you look left and right, you notice how you were in between his thighs, and with a satisfied smile, you close your eyes again, enjoying the peace.
Aether lean forward to intertwine your hands, watching as your tattoo glowed under his touch, this possessive feeling in his chest being satisfied. He knew he could not have you fully, but he could at least follow you and assist you with anything. Even if you wanted to use his back as a footrest, he would do it without hesitation. His heart swells up as he watches you relax in his hold, happy that you were actually really comfortable around him.
Suddenly, the door opened and Paimon was there, saying that the ship was ready to depart. As you look at Aether in disbelief, not understanding what was happening, he gives you a soft smile.
“You wanted to go to Inazuma, right, sir?
So I asked my friends if we could go with them.
Are you proud of me?”
You chuckled at his behaviour, asking for praise again, but you are glad for what he did, so, you got up slowly, holding his jaw gently before kissing him.
“You did a good job, Aether. I'm proud of you.”
And it was enough to see his lovesick expression again as he nuzzles into your neck. With a last kiss on his forehead, you both got up quickly, and you noticed how everything was always packed up, so you could leave immediately. He surely woke up early to do this, you thank him and also Paimon before you run to the port, or more like two men are ruining, and one little thing is floating.
You jumped on the ship without a second thought, Aether and Paimon following close behind. As they weighed the anchor, the ship drifted away, slowly leaving Liyue. Unfortunately for them, they missed your departure and could only watch you and Aether leave them behind. The three men looked at each other, all agreeing to find a way to follow you.
As you were on the boat, enjoying the smell of the ocean, the seamen on the ship looked at you in awe, as they had never seen you before. Unsurprisingly, they felt like this journey will be more pleasant than all the previous ones, with someone like you with them. As you let a man take care of your bag, you hear Aether talking to someone.
You turn around and noticed a young man standing in front of Aether, some of his platinum blond hair tied in a ponytail, a single-orange steak catches your attention too. His red eyes were focused on Aether, but they would occasionally look in your direction, wary of your person. As you were going to step forward to introduce yourself, the sentence Aether pronounced made you stop dead in your tracks.
“If you don't like the current gods,
Then why don't you let him become your new god?”
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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Please take care of yourself and have a nice day/afternoon/night.
Tumblr has got to be fucking with me right now. I just wrote a whole ass Quincy x top male reader smut and as I press post it said jumbled connection when my room is right next to the fucking router. It seem to have deleted the whole shit or maybe there's a chance it got posted but I don't see it
"(M-m/n), please wait a second I- aahh~ I just came!" Satoru exclaimed as he extend both of his trembling arms, placing his hands on (M/n's) shoulder to stop him from leaning his weight down. Having the sight of the man's face. That gentle expression not mirroring the hard and brutal thrusts given to him.
(M/n's) calloused hands gripped his knees, holding them apart as he continued thrusting inside the white haired man.
"Hold on just a bit more, Satoru. Fu-fuck I'm close~"
(M/n) released his grip from Satoru's knees, a red handprint was visible after. He took both of Satoru's hand and held them above his head. Satoru's eyes widen as (M/n's) hand wrapped around his neck, pinning him down in such pressure that would bring pleasure to his whole body. (M/n) leaned down until the tip of their noses touch. Their rigid panting, mixing with each other.
"Do you want me to pull out, Honey?" (M/n) asks. His thrusts slowing down to hold his high.
"No! Please no! Please cum inside me (M/n)! Please!" Satoru begged, his beautiful blue eyes brimming with tears.
(M/n) chuckles and kissed the escaping tears from Satoru's eyes. "You don't need to beg so hard, Hun. Since you have been, such a good boy tonight."
Satoru clenched around (M/n's) cock, the sincere praise coming from his lover was almost enough to make him cum again.
(M/n) thrusts faster while he ravishes Satoru's mouth in a messy kiss. His hands still wrapped around Satoru's wrists and neck, tightening when he finally came inside Satoru.
The sudden change of pressure from his neck and (M/n) filling him up made his eyes roll back from pleasure, once again cumming on his toned stomach. (M/n) dropped himself above Satoru, both of them catching their breaths. They kissed each other and eventually both passed out from exhaustion from the work they did all day. But instead of taking a rest after their job, they had sex.
Gojo's POV:
I woke up from a stray sunlight blinding my closed eyes. As I was reaching my hand out to pull the curtains together, I winced. My body was sore from last night and (M/n's) cock is still in me. Slowly and gently, I pulled away from his cock, I can't help it but I also grew an erection while doing it.
Now I'm confused if i even want to pull it out or fuck myself on it. But I have to call Ijichi to tell him I won't be coming to school, just so they won't expect me to arrive late.
I felt the tip of his cock just a centimeter in my ass and I was relieved. Not until (M/n) pulled me back by my waist and once again thrusting his whole cock inside me. I covered my mouth to suppress a loud moan coming. I looked down, and my eyes widen.
A small bump was present in my lower stomach. Minutes earlier, (M/n) was soft, the reason why it was easy to pull out. Now I can feel his cock pulsating and growing bigger inside of me. I rubbed the small bump on my stomach and I felt him stir behind me.
Fuck, I really want him to wake up and fuck me immediately. But knowing (M/n), he's a deep sleeper, especially when he's tired.
I couldn't do anything at the moment since his arms are wrapped around my waist, keeping me in place. So with the little space I have, I moved my hips back and forth while still rubbing the bump, in an effort to wake him up.
"(M/n) wake up." I said while tapping his arm. He only groaned and mumble something in between.
"Honey, your cock is still in me."
"Mmmh..."
"Please wake up and fuck me."
"Mmhmm..."
Instead of waking up, he rolled to his side with me still locked in his arms. His back is now laying flat down the mattress while my whole body is above his. But now, his arms are easier to remove.
"If you're not waking up, I might as well ride you. This ass will be the first thing you see in the morning."
I sat up in a reverse cowgirl position and started moving my hips slowly. I can feel my body tremble from sensitivity. The thought of (M/n) waking up and immediately fucking me in this position got me weak. I dropped myself on the mattress while still in the reverse cowgirl position. Thinking what he would do to me once he sees me in this state.
What if he wakes up and pin both my hands beside my head and fuck me senseless?
Or spank me and call me a slut for doing this while he's asleep?
I held the base of my dick to stop me from cumming just from my thoughts. A sudden squeeze on my ass shocked my whole body. I looked back at my shoulder and saw (M/n) smirking at me.
"What a sight to wake up to." He says, eyes still half open with a knowing smirk.
He props himself, an arm keeping him up. I sat back until his chest hit my back and I rest my head on his shoulder. He passionately kissed me, slow and sensual, just how I like to begin my morning.
"What got you so worked up this morning, Hun?" (M/n) asks, his fingers playing with the strands of my hair.
"A certain someone forgot to pull out last night and used me as a cockwarmer."
"But you still like it, don't you?" He says as he kissed the junction of my neck and shoulder.
"I love it very much." His hands traveled down my chest, cupping my waist, and finally holding my dick.
"Ahh~ (M/n) I love you so much~" I softly moaned to his ear. His hand slowly moving in an upward and downward motion, his thumb occasionally rubbing my reddened tip.
I felt myself twitch from his touch, I opened my eyes, eager to ask ask him if I can cum. His (e/c) eyes met mine and smiles softly at me.
"You can cum freely, Satoru. You've been so good today, Hun." He strokes me faster, I could feel a knot inside me ready to release. My toes curl and a moan erupts from my throat while white streaks of cum dirtied the sheets, some landing on my stomach.
(M/n) gave me multiple kisses on my temple, while whispering praises on my ear while I come down my high.
"You did so great, Darling~"
"You deserve this for being a good boy, right Satoru?"
"Yes~"
But it didn't end there.
"Honey, you can still go right?"
I looked back, confused. "Wha- huh? Go where-" he thrusts his hips in me while slowly positioning me sideways. Him holding one of my leg in the air.
I was extremely sensitive all around my body. My legs shook while he gently thrusts in me, my grip on sheets slowly faltering. My body was telling me that I can't handle it no more, but I know that I want him to push me to my limits.
I want him to make me cum several times until I can't anymore.
I want him to fill me up more and dump his cum in me.
I love how he understands what I need without having to tell him.
This kind of stimulation is what drives me off edge.
(M/n) suddenly bites my shoulder while I felt his cock pumping cum inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head while my mouth hung open for moans to freely be heard.
He retracts his mouth from my shoulder and kissed the mark he left.
"We need to take a shower."
"Agreed"
Without ever pulling out, (M/n) carries me from the bed and in the bathroom.
"I don't really want to stain the floor right now." He says as he kissed my forehead.
When we entered the bathroom, he put both of my hands on the edge of the sink while he slowly pulled out of me. It felt so empty for a couple of minutes, the feeling of his cum pouring out of me made me feeling like a broken faucet. It felt so much.
Once (M/n) guaranteed that I can stand on my own, he turns the water on for the tub. Filling it up halfway and pouring some fragrant liquid for us to relax in.
He took the shower head from the handle and removed the head, leaving the running water on while he gently enters two fingers inside me, scooping the remaining cum out and spreading it open with his fingers to let water clean it.
Once he deemed he was done, he carried me inside the tub. (M/n) sat behind me, my back pressed against his chest.
"Do you feel better now, Honey?" (M/n) asks while massaging my scalp with a mint scented shampoo.
"A lot better, thanks for taking care of me."
After he finished washing my hair, I washed his too. His soft (h/c) hair tangling around my fingers. I slipped in a few kisses on his lips while he kept his eyes closed. After all things needed to be done showering, (M/n) wraps me and himself with a shower robe and carried me back in our room after feeling my legs wobble while attempting to stand by myself.
"I'm not going to the school today." I said while staring at the ceiling.
"I figured, we'll be spending the whole day together."
"I would love that very much."
We spent our whole day inside the house, watching movies eating and ordering food until we're stuffed.
When nighttime came, I cuddled in with (M/n). Our arms wrapped around each other's bodies, facing each other. We kissed each other until our lips are swollen.
"I love you, Satoru." And he kisses my forehead.
I smiled at him and gave his lips a final kiss for tonight.
"I love you too, (M/n)."
Our eyelids felt heavy by each passing minute. We eventually fell asleep, finding comfort from the warmth we share.
