summary: in which you’re injured and the lads boys find out about it (kinda).
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier’s a little evil, zayne’s a little silly, rafayel is losing it, sylus is #upset, caleb is caleb, valko is a little dumb but he has the spirit! fem reader (!!!), minor suggestive comments and allusions to violence (is anyone surprised) that’s it (i think).
p.s. first time doing valko i like him as a loser do we also like him or should i delete my account just lmk!
a/n: GULP i rlly hope you guys like this it was fun to make so I Enjoy it but it’d also be lovely if you did too okok…valko my silly nerd…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
virgin!valko finds a new scent! ...right between your legs?!
wc: 1475
content: smut, pussy eating, pussy sniffing, sniffing everywhere, biting, valko dry humps the bed n cums all over himself, mentions predator/prey dynamic, mentions marking and abo, not proofread
“mmh. did you go somewhere new today?” valko mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the scar of his mark there, scenting you.
you lazily flip the page of the book you’re reading, not paying him much attention. “nope. just to the post office, why?”
valko presses his nose to your neck and sniffs the area heavily, lifting your arm and smelling down it as well. “you have a new smell.”
“hmm. well, let me know what it is when you find it.” you say, brushing it off.
valko was always saying you smelled different, thanks to his hypersensitive sense of smell. normally it was just a spice you’d used to cook, or a new skin product. he’d sniff you all over for half an hour, maybe longer, until he found it, then he’d be satisfied.
over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.
it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.
“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.
you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”
as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”
“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”
you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.
valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”
“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.
the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.
he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.
you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.
“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.
he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”
you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.
you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.
“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”
valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”
you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”
“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. UNfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.
you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”
his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.
it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.
you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”
valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”
he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”
“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.
“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”
valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.
you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.
your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.
“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.
he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.
valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.
you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.
you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.
you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.
you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.
“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.
you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”
he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.
your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.
valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.
he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.
valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”
you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”
valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”
“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.
valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”
you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”
valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.
a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko
summary: in which you ask about the lads boys condom size.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: suggestive content so NSFW / MDNI, xavier’s a little vulgar, zayne is lovely, rafayel wants to kill himself again (!!!), sylus is lovely again, caleb is strange. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), only a few comments/compliments but nothing explicitly stated. that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is based on a req SO i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) ^^
a/n: yes…that is a cocoaxia original photo…no i don’t want to talk about the implications of me going about my normal human business and stopping to take a photo of the condom aisle to subsequently use for A LADS SMAU…i do it all for the realism…don’t ever say i'm not committed to you ladsnation…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
The first time you joked about wanting to ride his biceps, Valko laughed like he thought you were just being cute.
He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Now he’s lying back on the bed, one massive arm flexed hard for you, that thick, veiny bicep bulging like it was made for this. His other hand rests possessively on your hip, steadying you as you straddle his arm, grinding your slick pussy right against the hard curve of muscle.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes, voice rough. His ears are twitching like crazy, tail thumping hard against the mattress behind him. “Using my arm like a toy… you really are something else, sweetheart.”
You’re soaked. Every roll of your hips makes your clit drag against the firm swell of his bicep, the friction so intense it has you whimpering. Valko’s watching you with hungry eyes, flexing the muscle underneath you on purpose so it presses harder against your core.
He’s huge. The sheer size of his arm between your thighs makes you feel small and filthy in the best way. You brace one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his wrist for balance, and start riding his bicep faster, grinding down with needy little moans.
Valko groans like he’s the one getting fucked. His free hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple while his tail goes absolutely wild, smacking loudly against the bed.
“Shit- keep going,” he groans, voice breaking. “Use me. Ride it just like that… fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”
Every flex of his arm makes you shudder. The muscle is rock hard and slick with your arousal now, and the sight of it; your pussy sliding messily over his massive biceps while he stares up at you like you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen is driving you both insane.
He’s panting, ears flat, cheeks flushed, looking way too proud of the fact that you’re getting yourself off on his arm like it’s your favorite toy.
he's eating that shit up in bed. the first time you use it on him is only because of some banter going on between you. "yeah, you do kinda follow me around like a puppy," you say to Grace, and he blushes — that's the secret indication — and rolls his eyes. "don't call me that. i'm a respectable human being, i teach the American youth and i have authority," he says — but all that false bravado dissolves into a puddle of his own tears and cum when you've got him shuddering and weeping out of pleasure beneath you. he's begging you to move your hips and grind down onto his aching cock that's still obscured by his jeans; gripping at your waist to try and get you to acquiesce; but why should you rush? you've just found out how much he gets off on just being kissed and bitten and caressed. you're exploiting that first.
you call him "puppy" again when he's desperately fucking into your heat, either from above or below, and he just takes it. this Ryland Grace doesn't protest or give you a witty counterpoint. he's nodding and whining and whimpering, blinking his pretty eyes to clear them of his crystalline tears so he can watch you ruin him from the inside out. "mmgh, yes," he says, voice higher than normal and almost broken, "'m your puppy, y-yours only...!" he keens as he chases after the feeling of you. Grace nearly weeps when you suddenly revoke his privilege of thrusting up into you, but he dutifully obeys, because he knows good pups get rewarded with something much, much better than this one-man show that's he's wanting so much to put on for you.
Hello guys! After a comically long wait (I had a few rough weeks unfortunately 🙇) here is a request made by @zzz-keystuck , who asked for a ficlet with an autistic reader with chronic pain x Tenna! I really hope you enjoy uwu <3
(reader is a darkner in this one!)
~
Hours seemed minutes while you were dealing with your paperwork at your work station. To avoid being more of a burden than an asset, you had asked for a desk job in your contract, right when Tenna started building his studios from scratch in the middle of the purple cliffs.
It was where you could put your energy to use... exception made for when your body tried to work against you.
Not happy that you were always sitting, it made sure to tell you when your arms were supposed to be resting, sending shockwave after shockwave of incessant pain, especially to your joints.
You couldn't help but grit your teeth while you waited for the medication to get into your system. You honestly wished you could do more, but there wasn't much you could do when your legs and back protested all the way to your workplace.
Someone could have asked you why. Why subject yourself to all this trouble just to work under a whiny workaholic who always pushed others to their limits?
And the truth was that you just admired him, besides your probably unrequited crush.
All that weight on his shoulders, carrying the family's happiness on his back, despite the fights and the cries of the children. How he hadn't broken down from all the pressure was beyond your understanding. So if you could lift even a little bit of that weight for him, it would have been enough for you.
Lost in your thoughts, and in the words mixing into black ink on the paper, you barely noticed your boss looming over your desk. Over your head.
"Did you hear me?"
You jolted on your seat when you registered Tenna looking down on you with an evident scowl on his screen.
"BOSS! I'm sorry, I didn't... I was... lost in thought."
Terrified of having provided such a poor explanation, even if it was the truth, you feared looking into his face once more. Your hands gripped the documents on your desk in an effort to ground you, preparing you for... a concerned frown instead, right on your boss's features.
"I came here to ask you something about one of the last reports you sent to my office, but... you don't look great. Are you feeling alright?"
Now that he mentioned it, your back was giving its early tells, warning you of the pain that would have joined you soon, and your dominant hand ached, another sign of an incoming flare-up.
You had all the intention of notifying the head of the department of your early break, because ignoring it now meant not being able to work at all for something that you deemed way longer than necessary.
"Not really, Mr. Tenna, I'm sorry. I'm probably going to take it easy for now." You tilted your head to meet his screen.
"Oh! Uh... sorry to hear that! Are you tired?"
He was being awfully sweet for someone who easily bossed others around.
"I'm alright, it's just... one of my flare-ups." Tenna leaned backwards in confusion. So much for reading the contracts of all his employees.
"I... have chronic pain. Especially in my arms, legs and back. It always comes back at the worst moments." Your fingers started to intertwine, in an effort to make your vulnerability easier to disclose. You always felt lost without something to fidget with.
"So... even standing hurts after a while?" Your boss inquired.
"Yes. I thought that a desk job would have been easier to handle, but... I'm sorry, Mr. Tenna, I'm really sorry for all this."
An invisible gaze was upon you, as the longer he stared, the more you wanted to crawl back to your apartment in shame. How could you ever be useful to him like this? It was a lost cause, and reality was showing its ugly face to you in this very moment.
Until a hum echoed in your office, and Tenna quickly crouched near your chair, reaching out to you.
His antennas gently brushed your face as you felt a giant blush cover your cheeks, and his hands on your body. Careful to avoid your aching spots, your boss lifted you into the air with no effort whatsoever, while you clutched at his suit for stability, almost forgetting not to put too much strength into your arms.
The shock was simply too big. He did this near your own desk, no less! Under the eyes of all your coworkers! You would have hidden your face in his suit had it been literally anyone else.
"Are you okay?" Tenna asked as he let you sit on the crook of his elbow, supporting your back with his other hand.
You had never made direct contact with him before, because your reports were delivered to his office by another employee, but his hands were pleasantly warm against your uniform.
"P-Probably."
He chuckled.
"I'm not gonna drop you! Don't worry!" His antennas sparkled with light electricity as if to support his promise.
"O-Okay."
Once he saw that your grip on him had gotten weaker, he gently positioned you on his shoulder, right next to his screen. Tenna had shrunk a bit to get into the office, but he was still big enough to be a comfortable enough seat for you, even if you held onto the side of his casing for stability.
"Is this alright?" His nose turned to you.
"It... should be. But boss! I should be asking you if this is appropriate or n-"
Without giving too much attention to your complaints, Tenna stood, moving towards the exit. His pace wasn't rushed, but it had still caught you off guard. It was kind of high up for your tastes.
"Of course it is! It's not a problem for me! Why would it be for you?"
With a prominent blush still covering your face, you mentally wondered why he was being so nice to you specifically.
You didn't dislike this treatment, obviously, but you barely saw your boss being so forgiving during work hours, why did he suddenly change his mind?
"Mr. Tenna, sir, I... just... don't see how I can be helpful to you like this."
"Oh but that's SIMPLE! You're going to work on my documents by being the angel on my shoulder! LITERALLY!"
You mentally caught fire at the petname.
"Did you know that I used to have four arms in my prime? I mean-- I still do! But... no use trying to juggle so many things at once if they could fall at any moment! They just, don't work as they used to! But who needs another pair of arms with a smile like mine, and a cutie like you?"
Now he had just unleashed an swarm of butterflies in your stomach, leaving you unable to respond.
"So... as soon as your arms are doing better, I'm going to handle you a little pile of papers, so that I only have to check them, skipping the delivery entirely! And you won't have to move an inch! How does that sound?"
That... actually sounded genius, coming from him. Even if the two of you would have looked like a pirate and his trusted parrot.
"It sounds g-great, boss! I'm willing to try!" You answered, regaining your high spirits.
"Perfect! Tell me if I ever need to slow down, okay?"
"I-I will! Thank you, Mr. Tenna, sir!"
With your strange agreement, the two of you began handling all the work that was required of the boss of TV World. But you hoped that with his understanding, and with your help, things between you could have progressed into something more, something that could have helped the showman's aching, mechanical heart.
CW- size difference, hurt/comfort, possessive tenna, vomiting, kissing (big tongue), pre established relationship
You're currently giggling and smiling as the makeup artist touches up your face. Tenna had been very specific about 'not covering up your adorable features' so it's very light. You look in the mirror, they had only really done some mascara and light concealer "I feel so pretty" you say with a wide smile, leaning closer to the mirror. You stare deep into your own eyes through the surface.
You turn back to the makeup artist and they point you in the direction of the costume department, ofcourse you already knew where it was but being lead there made you feel like a real star. You're whizzed into a busy, crowded dressing room and an outfit practically thrown into your arms. You're ushered into a small changing room.
You lock the door behind you and examine the clothes you'd been given, it was nothing crazy. The show on tonight was just your typical run of the mill gameshow. You'd have to complete videogame mini games in order to win points. You begin to change into your chosen clothes.
Your eyes finally look at yourself in the mirror, a dark blue blouse made up of some incredibly soft material and a pair of boot cut dark grey trousers. Your hair was done perfectly, your bangs gently clipped back and your layers curled delicately at the ends.
Your tummy buzzes with nerves. This was the first time that Tenna had actually let you 'perform' he was always cautious that the crowd would react, well...too nicely to you? He just didn't want anyone making you uncomfortable and made it very clear that the moment anyone so much as catcalled, he was gonna drag you off the stage. He can get really possesive sometimes but you find it cute.
You take a deep breath and step out of the changing room, you make a b-line to the green room, hoping to find Tenna or some other workers that you knew. You just needed to talk to someone, it hopefully should help calm your pre show nerves a little.
In your haze you end up bumping into what seems like a wall, you very quickly realise that its just Tenna. Two massive hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you up into the air so as that youre eye level with his screen. It still gives you a bit of a fright everytime he does this, you dont really like heights and with tenna being a little less than 10 feet tall it really freaks you out sometimes.
"Awh!! My star you look gorgeous!!" He says, turning you from side to side and examining your new look, he pulls you even closer to him and you can see the slight glitches in his screen, hes flustered.
You smile and admit softly "I feel really pretty. im so grateful you let me do this Tenna...being on TV has always been my dream, even if its just a gameshow" you say with a shy laugh, feeling a little bashful about admitting that out loud.
"And you were destined for the stage, my beauty. I just hope my audience can contain themselves, I know i certainly find it hard holding back when I see you" he says, accompanied with a tight squeeze around your plush waist
You giggle, blushing "Tenna, I don't think anyone else finds me as attractive as you do. I'll be fine, I hope"
"Youre far to conservative in your abilities, my dear. Remember that one time i had to stop the show because I saw you in the audience and I overheated?" He says, a teasing tone in his voice as he begins to pepper kisses along your neck, just dipping under the collar of your blouse.
You whine and blush, squirming against his huge hands and pushing at his shoulders "not fair- you cant just tease me when I only have a couple of minutes until I have to go on stage" you pout and he finally pulls back "plus, you have to not distract me. I know you're hosting the gameshow, but you cant favor me over the other contestants, I want it to be fair" you say with a heroic grin, as if Tenna would ever listen to that...
"Yeah no, not happening" he says and begins to carry you further backstage "im letting my pretty little lightner win and there's nothing anyone else can do about me rigging it"
You let him carry you into the backstage area before you hop out of his arms and begin psyching yourself up for this, tenna joins some of the production to talk over the logistics. Its starting to dawn on you that youre about to step through those curtains and face atleast 10,000 audience members and then possible millions more at home...watching you "T-Tenna..?" Your legs are starting to shake and you feel sick.
He quickly pulls himself away from the production team and picks you up, cradling you to his chest "you're so pale...are you sure you can do this?" He mumbles, concern clear in his features as he cups your face. Hes seen stage fright many times in his career and he usually just kicks them through the curtain anyway, but not you, he had to be 100% certain that you'd be okay to go through with this.
You feel like you're gonna throw up, you're sweating really bad now and you feel so dizzy "Mmf- Tenna im gonna-" just before you can throw up on him, he grabs a nearby trash can and puts it under your chin. He doesnt cringe away as you puke, just holding you and rubbing your back.
He sighs "thats it...Just let it out, youre gonna be okay..you're gonna be fine, baby" he begins carrying you away from the stage, ordering producers to either cancel the show or find someone else to host because hes gonna be busy. Everyone is running around you in panic. Tenna's just cradling you to his chest
Tears well up in your eyes, you can feel your dreams practically falling apart right infront of you. The further you get from that stage, the further he carries you away, the more your heart shatters in your chest. You'd waited years for this, begging and pleading, asking around dingy bars and sleazy producers just to be shut down everytime. And now, when you had a real chance, a real opportunity to make it. You failed.
You sob in tenna's arms, mumbling and crying about how youve 'failed' or that youre 'so dumb for screwing this up' you keep degrading yourself and crying your eyes out until you eventually pass out from all the exertion, you still have no idea where Tenna is planning on taking you.
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You wake up in an unfamiliar room. Your bleary eyes look around, trying to figure out where you could possibly be. You're laying in a massive plush bed and it smells faintly of cinnamon and vanilla, all along the walls there's framed awards and trophy's sitting on shelves. You roll over and find a massive collection of pictures. You sit up and squint your eyes, someone must've taken your contacts out before putting you to bed.
Finally focusing in on the pictures you see that its all various images of either: you or you and tenna. You sigh, this must be Tenna's apartment. Tenna always liked to take pictures of you, saying that you looked too pretty for the moment to not be eternalised, you always blushed and shyly agreed.
You'd never actually been over before, he usually liked to stay with you at your place instead. He said that he enjoyed the smell. You glance around, still bleary eyed from the lack of contacts or glasses.
You quietly pad towards the door, opening it gently and revealing a warm lit corridor. You creep down it, trying to find your handsome TV boyfriend "hello..?" You call out into various rooms. Suddenly, youre being pulled flush against someones chest. You sigh contently "hey Tenna...do you have my glasses?" You ask, tilting your head back to look up at his hulking frame.
Hes not dressed in his usual suit and tie, having changed into something much more comfortable. He was clearly just about to join you in bed. Hes wearing a wife beater and some boxers. You turn around to face him and he slips your glasses onto your face "..you really are just so precious" he says before a big love heart appears on his screen. You giggle bashfully and hide your face in his chest
"...I like when your body is visible" you mumble, tracing over the hard metals and wires that make up his form. "Was it a personal choice to make your machine so buff?" you ask, completely innocently, seeing nothing wrong with the question yourself, but it makes him shy none the less.
"Uhm...I actually got my body modified a couple years back..when you started interning" he responds, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing off to the side "I figured you might be more...um..drawn to bigger men"
Your eyes are wide and you're practically stunned "you...you did all this for me?? For me to like you??" Your jaw is completely dropped. You feel so flattered that he'd try and make himself look more appealing for your sake. It makes you feel so wanted, so appreciated, so loved. A warm fuzzy feeling fills your insides.
He nods, his tail swaying behind him. You hardly ever noticed it before but now it makes him look even more like a puppy begging for approval. You practically jump on him, showering his screen with kisses and wrapping your arms as much as you can -which isn't alot- around his massive body. He suddenly blue screens
"Wha- uh!! Are you okay!! Oh gosh did i break you?? Are you overheating?!" You start to begin panicking, tapping at his screen and searching around his body for some kind of switch or anything. He quickly goes back to normal though, gazing down at you as you fumble. He chuckles shyly and mumbles an apology
"Sorry uh...I just needed to reboot...you made my system crash" he rubs the back of his neck and places a gentle kiss on your forehead in return for all your affection.
He scoops you up and mumbles "im sorry about today" it kinda catches you off guard, you had almost forgotten about what happened at work..that you lost your chance at...
"I know that it would've meant alot to you if you got to be on that show but...I just couldn't let you go out there! I mean in that condition? And then you started crying and I just..." he takes a deep breath then continues "i didnt want you to feel like.. like im trying to hold you back, because im not. The last thing I'd want to do is purposefully make you sad...you're still my little star, no matter what, okay?"
You look away, fiddling with one of his huge hands as you mumble nervously "..im..im kinda glad you didnt let me go on. I mean if I broke down and threw up at just the idea of it...maybe im not meant for the stage, no matter how much I want it" you say, sounding a little glum
His body starts shaking "woah- what's going on?" You say, concerned. Is he still malfunctioning from the kisses or is it something else? You cup his TV head and gaze into it, searching for whatever you can find "tenna? You okay..?"
He nods, still shaking though "my...my program wasn't made for this- upsetting my favourite special person messes with the code and i-" he takes a deep breath and the screen goes blank
"Tenna??? Tenna!!" You shake him gently, then roughly "look!! Im okay! You didn't upset me im fine!!"
He comes back after a couple minutes. He looks really guilty, like he cant believe he keeps messing up your intimate moments. He let's out an exasperated sigh and flops down on the couch nearby, tugging you to lay on his chest, his tail slinks around your thigh.
"First i blue screen when you kiss me, now I completely malfunction when youre trying to open up to me!" He complains "..sometimes I wish I was just human like you...or atleast a bit more like the lightners that you're used to" he mumbles and pushes your hair back from where it had flopped in your face.
"Dont say that Tenna.." you say, comforting him and twirling his tail gently in your hand "i like you just the way you are" you say, mumbling against his lips before you kiss him, properly this time. His large tongue invades your mouth, your mind starts feeling like TV static and your pathetic little human tongue works desperately to try and keep up with his. When he finally pulls away you're panting and your eyes are unfocused.
"..do you love me" he asks, seemingly out of nowhere. You can feel your face turning bright red and you nearly try to squirm away from the question
"Uh..where did that come from?" You ask nervously, looking away bashfully
"You said you 'like me just the way i am'. You said like. I've told you that i love you more times than I can count and I just need to hear you say it back" he says, completely serious and even a little desperate. His hands grip your thighs even tighter and his tail slides from your grip and hooks around your wrist.
You take a deep breath before finally saying those fated words "..I...I love you, Tenna" your eyes finally meet his and all you can see is lovehearts exploding across his screen and his tail wagging a million times an hour. He squeezes you as tight as he can to his body and you feel like your ribs might break but you don't really care.
You giggle and hook your legs around his waist "I don't have to be a TV star, if i can be your star"
And with that Tenna pulls you into a kiss, your eyes flutter shut and everything fades away. A perfect bliss
wc: ~2.4k. DN!Tenna/Reader, second person POV, lightner!reader. injuries, comfort (kinda from both sides). mutual pining, fluff, first kiss.
a/n: I've been craving another soft moment with Null, this time with some more pre-relationship shenanigans (but not for long) like how I was initially writing him. bc of that, there's some references to some of my first works for him sprinkled around, lol
Your first instinct upon startling awake is to try and sit up. Your mind hasn't even processed the change in environment, all you can think is that the last time you were conscious, things were getting ugly in a supposedly scripted fight against some employees of Null's, and then—
There's a sharp pain that stabs through your head, and you wince pathetically, hanging your head down to rest your forehead in the palm of your hand. With your somewhat blurred vision angled down now, however, you're able to notice a familiar dark suitcoat now bundled at your lap, still covering your legs.
Your cheeks warm at the clear sentiment, even if you have bigger concerns right now.
"And who said you could move?"
Now that you're coherent enough to know better, you refrain from trying to jerk your head in the direction of Null's voice, even if you're slightly startled by it. As you take in the sight of the leather couch you're situated across, you presume he's across the other side of his office, at his desk. You faintly hear the sound of his rolling chair sliding across the floor as he stands, followed by the clicking of his dress shoes as he approaches you.
"...How long was I out for?" You grumble past the harsh pulsing of your heartbeat in your temples. Everything aches, tremendously.
"An hour or so. You didn't tap out when you were supposed to in order to continue the scene, and you got your ass beat as a result." It almost feels like he's lecturing you. He probably is.
Because of that, you retort, perhaps too harshly, "I didn't know I was supposed to tap out, let alone that I could in the first place."
While you aren't able to see his expression clearly from this angle, it's obvious by the change in his tone that whatever anger he had towards you moments ago just vanished. "...There's a special set of rules for you due to your lightner status. Clearly whoever I told to inform you of that didn't follow through." Null sighs irritably, and in the corner of your stabilizing vision you can see him settling himself on the edge of the coffee table, his height adjusted to be closer to yours for once – it's not often he does that. You've seen him without the suitcoat a handful of times so far, though you're still somewhat taken aback when you manage to glance over and catch sight of his pinstriped button-up and the chest harness buckled over it. You're not sure if the quick and faint bout of dizziness you're struck with is because of your current condition or not.
Null toys with the hem of his gloves to make sure they're still tucked under the sleeves of his button-up, before regarding you once more. "I'll have a chat with them later. For now, it looks like you're still in pain."
"Yea, a lot." You grunt out, leaning over to rest against the back of the couch. The cool leather feels nice on the flushed skin of your cheek, though whether it's from the pain or something else is beyond you. All that's taken the forefront of your mind right now is how much it hurts to move, with the initial adrenaline out of your system.
Null hums briefly in acknowledgment, almost passively. Then, you see his gloved hand reach out to you, just in your peripheral. Carefully, you turn your head enough to look at it without straining your eyes too much. After a somewhat tense silence, you question him, "...What?"
"Give me your hand."
"...Why?"
"Look, do you want more healing or not?" Null gripes briefly, but quickly takes in a deep breath. After he seems to compose himself, he reiterates, "...I only used enough healing magic earlier to stop you from bleeding out, and then I took you here to rest. If you're still aching, then..."
It's clear he struggles to elaborate further. Coupled with the suitcoat on your lap, the situation couldn't be more blatantly unfamiliar to someone like Null. But, you're not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.
Wordlessly, you reach out your hand closest to him, settling your fingers over his gloved palm. His fingers just barely twitch at the contact, but since you don't point it out, he doesn't either. After a long moment of Null presumably processing what's happening – you actually accepting his offer for care – his own fingers slowly encase over yours. Notably, his claws are nowhere to be seen right now too.
You can see faint shimmers of green light where your hands are joined, and slowly, your aches begin to ease. Letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, your body relaxes further into the cushions, your muscles having been strung taut from the pain since you woke up. The hand holding yours squeezes its grasp slightly, which makes the twisting in your stomach more apparent that it isn't being caused by your general condition.
Even as the green shimmers fade into nothing and you're left in significantly less agony than moments ago, you're now stuck with a different dilemma: Null's not willing to let go, and neither are you. With your vision relatively cleared now, your eyes flit uncertainly between his screen and your hand. Part of you wonders that if you make it clear enough, he might get embarrassed about his affections becoming obvious again and let go sooner or later, and you could promptly tease him to try to lighten the mood, now that you're feeling better.
Instead, he tilts his head down some, the upper edge of his frame furrowing as he frowns. He still hasn't let go of your hand, and judging by the way the glow of his screen cascades over it like a spotlight, you decide against pointing out...whatever's happening. More often than not, Null's in a bad mood, but right now it's hard to discern what exactly for.
"...You scared the shit out of me, y'know." His voice is deep and quiet when the words slip out, accompanied with a faint layer of staticky compression. That statement alone, and coming from him, is enough to make your eyes widen, but he continues, "I had a bad feeling about that script, but it seemed like you were actually having fun, so I didn't say anything until..."
Then, he sighs sharply, seemingly disregarding the rest of what he was about to say. "You still weren't properly informed about the rules regarding you during fights onstage. So, if you're good now, I need to go and talk to—"
"Wait."
Despite Null's split-second of irritation upon being interrupted, he stays quiet as you shift on the couch to fully face your body towards his, making sure his suitcoat doesn't slide off your lap. Your knees nudge against his, and you can't help noticing how he slightly twitches in response before settling into the feeling. Carefully, you take his hand between both of yours.
"Thank you. Really. I'm okay now, thanks to you."
Null still keeps his screen angled down towards your hands, though it's clear your words affected him, as he slowly relaxes after a long moment. His tense shoulders drop, and the dip in his upper frame smooths out, if only a little. Eventually, he manages an almost curt nod, adding, "...I simply just know better than to overlook your pain or exhaustion now."
"And I appreciate it." You smile, gently squeezing his hand and chuckling when he returns the gesture. That seems to get his attention, judging by the way his head lifts up to face his screen to you again, as if watching your expression. You add, "If I'm gonna spend a lot of my time here, I appreciate that you look out for me, Tenna. It helps me feel safe."
"...Safe..."
For a moment, you swear you spot a dust of color across his screen, but it's gone as quick as it comes. He suddenly clears his throat. "Right. Of course. I— This is my studio, after all. It only makes sense I look out for you, given how difficult the others get."
You bite down the comment that he initially wasn't much better.
Instead, you pull the hand not in Null's grasp to beckon him closer. Though he briefly regards you with skepticism, he ultimately leans down to you, his elbows pressing into his knees. With your free hand, you press the bottom corner of his frame against your palm as you lean up to give a small peck to the other corner. You'd only done this to him once before, and given you're still alive, you figure he doesn't mind the gesture.
His reaction is...interesting; the hand holding yours tightens its clutch, just enough to sting, and his entire body tenses in shock. When you pull away, it's even more apparent how your chaste kiss affected him, judging by his shoulders raising again and that dust of color across his screen lingering stubbornly this time. They almost appear as blurred colored lines, like when a TV's signal is out, funnily enough. You've only seen this from him once before with the last kiss, but this time you're able to get a good look at it, without him quickly brushing it off with his usual bravado.
Null frowns again in the midst of your blatant staring, the colored bars of his screen darkening. "What?" He questions almost defensively.
You hum, amused. "Nothing. Your blush is...pretty."
Even as the blush in question worsens, Null clicks his tongue, feigning annoyance. He still smiles when you do, however, despite how his upper frame still tries to furrow down. "Pretty, huh? What, are you trying to rile me up now? Getting a kick out of seeing me like this?"
"It's just nice seeing you when you're not upset about something, for once."
That seems to catch him off guard. Null's amusement practically freezes, and he slowly readjusts himself from where he's sitting on the table. He tries to angle his screen away, yet pauses a second later when he subsequently pushes himself more into your touch. He makes another attempt at a frown, then seemingly gives up not long after and blanks again. It almost looks like he's nervous, all of a sudden.
"...It's not often I get to feel like that." His words are hesitant, quiet. "It's...strange."
With that admission, you get an idea. You smile again, carefully prompting, "Well, I'd like to see it more, if you're willing. Think of it as...me looking out for you. That way I don't owe you too many favors."
Null suddenly clicks his tongue again, yet it's hard to ignore the faint smile in his expression. Turning his screen back to you, his shoulders sink again as he tells you, "Sure, doll. Whatever you like."
There's something about seeing him so relaxed for once – thanks to you, no less – that compels you to be impulsive once more, and a lot more daring, at that. You're painfully slow when you lean close this time, paying attention to the way Null barely twitches again, this time from the realization about what you're trying to do.
You pause, suddenly feeling unsure. He hasn't made a move to stop you, yet hasn't leaned in at all either.
...
Null closes the space before you have time to question him, startling a small gasp out of you that's stifled by his own mouth before it fully slips out of yours. It takes a moment, but you're quick to relax into the feeling.
You're not sure what you expect, kissing a sentient TV, but it's...nice. Really nice. It's pleasantly warm, for one. There's a faint tingling on your lips that you think you could get addicted to, accompanied with the taste of both the smoke from his latest cigarette and the mint he took in an admittedly poor attempt to cover it. You smile against his mouth when you feel Null's free hand cup your face in return, the hand holding yours rubbing a thumb over your skin and sending a shudder down your spine.
As the two of you eventually separate to give you a chance to catch your breath, you snicker at the sight of his screen fully developed with colored bars now. Null pulls his hand away from your face to clear his throat, though it only subdues the blush to dust across the middle, as it had originally appeared moments prior. "...Was that another stupid act of impulse from you?" He tries to ask with irritation, however it comes out far more unsure than he probably anticipated.
You answer honestly, "Kind of. It's, uh, not the first time I've thought about doing that though, just the first time I...did something about it."
Null's hold on your hand tightens again, just slightly. Though he may not have any eyes to speak of, you can feel how intently he watches you for a long moment. He lets out a small breath – probably his attempt at a curt sigh, only for it to escape with a minor tremble to it. "I hope you understand what doing something like that means for you, then."
"...For us to date?"
"Don't speak about it so casually. As of now, you're mine just as much as I'm—"
Null pauses, his upper frame suddenly rising a little. You tilt your head with a smirk at the sight of his blush worsening again. "Just as much as you're...what? Go ahead, I'm listening."
He clicks his tongue again, this time out of genuine irritation. It hardly has any bite to it though, even as he frowns again. "Now you're trying to get a rise out of me."
"Sorry, sorry – I just like knowing I can make you blush like this."
"Oh, like you're fairing any better."
He's not wrong, with how much your cheeks have been burning this entire time. Still, you can't help laughing, your amusement subsequently muffled as Null reaches to cup your face again and pull you back in for another kiss. Whether he's trying to shut you up or not is beyond you, but you're not about to complain if this is how he plans to do so now.
he was so, so out of it. you could see it on his face. jaw slackened, pupils dilated, and sweat beading on his forehead.
it all started with a fight. nothing out of the ordinary, just you being mad at him for blowing you off to hang out with his idiot friends. when he came back, drunk and needy, all you did was ignore him. he went to bed with a pout, which even you could admit, looked adorable.
the next day he woke up hungover, shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight and trying to massage his headache away. while you usually woke him up with a kiss and made soup for him whenever he was in this state, that morning he was met with radio silence. you were already up and about, tinkering in your shared bedroom and ignoring his pleas and apologies.
by noon he started to get desperate.
you had been skirting his pathetic attempts at apologising all day, and every time he cornered you, you'd just look his straight in the eye until he backed away. he needed you to speak to him, it was eating him from the inside.
"babe, i'm so sorry."
"are you listening to me, darling?"
"i'll never hang out with them again, i'm sorry baby."
"you know i love you more than anything!"
you simply hummed in response while continuing to stir the boiling pot of pasta, his hands wrapped around your waist becoming increasingly tighter.
by evening you decided to play a little game with him.
walking into the bedroom where he was working, you stood in front of the dresser until your eyes met his in the mirror. slowly, you stripped off your sweatpants, bending over in just your tiny panties and his shirt. you smirked at the expression on his face - he was dumbfounded.
undoing the top buttons of his plaid shirt until your cleavage was visible, you walked up to him and ruffled his hair. he stared at you like a lost puppy. you simply smiled at the lust blooming in his eyes as he tried not to look down your shirt, and walked away.
not even a minute into settling on the couch with a book did your poor boyfriend come into the room, making his way to sit beside you and kiss your ankles in a last ditch effort. you continued your silent treatment until he reached your thighs, kissing every visible surface with such a pure and needy expression on his face you couldn't help but make eye contact.
he fucking whimpered. whispered your name pleadingly when you locked eyes with him. your line of vision moved south till you saw the prominent bulge on the front of his jeans, begging for attention.
the thing is, you're sweet. sadistic but sweet. you love him, so why wouldn't you help his poor, needy, leaking cock out?
arching your foot, you started to glide your toes across the frame of his dick. the moan that escaped his mouth was pornographic.
you continued your smooth movements until you could feel wetness seep through to your skin. whipping your foot away, you saw a wet spot forming on the fabric, spreading quickly.
"ew! what the fuck!"
his humilation only seemed to spur him on further. "please baby", came his cracked voice, "i need you-ngh-pleasebaby don't stop-"
taking pity on the desperate, pathetic man in front of you, you nudged his crotch again. you could feel his cock twitch in reaction.
"haanghh-", his lips opened in a whine, eyebrows furrowed and eyes shut tight. picking up your pace, he thrust his hips in search of more friction as the wet spot increased in size.
cupping his sex tighter with the sole of your foot, you gave one final harsh tug until you felt the sticky mess of his underwear cling to your toes.
"fuck, fuck, fuck- iloveyousomuchbabyohmygod"
all you could do was giggle at your boytoy. he was so easy for you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Might be the nastiest thing I’ve ever written, so it’s under a cut. Enjoy 🫶🏼
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Grace doesn’t play about aftercare. He’s so attentive. His gaze, still hazy, would trail over the small bruises or marks he’d made, and he’d kiss them sweetly. And it is a two way street. He needs aftercare just as much as you. So it’s very much you guys cleaning up together, wiping off, giving lingering touches and then eventually wrapping back up in a big blanket.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Your tits/pecs. Ryland Grace is obsessed. Call it an oral fixation, lactation kink? Literally anything to do with your chest. Nothing gets him harder than sucking on your nipples.
His favorite body part on himself would be his waist/hips. He’s lean, that chest and those arms tapering inward. Slutty. He can’t deny that the way you grab his waist, the way his hips snap forwards when he’s fucking into you, it’s hot.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Grace would be so bashful about his cum. He feels the need to apologize about the mess. You eventually turn that around on him though, teasing him relentlessly, telling him it’s okay, make a big mess for me baby, or good boy, show me how much you’ve got saved up for me.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Grace fantasizes about doctor/scientist role play. You laying completely bare across one of the lab tables. It feels clinical, your skin and nipples chilled in the air. You’d say things like, Dr. Grace I’m not feeling too well. You’d tell him all the places where, and in his latex gloves and with his dick already hard, he’d preform exams on you. Necessary, he’d say, his hands and fingers groping your tits, inspecting your pussy/ass, cataloging sensitivity and reaction times. He’d finger you, and slot his warm mouth over your nipples, sucking, in disguise of these exams. He’d take his time. Eventually, he’d end up fucking you right there, fulling clothed, lab coat still on.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Grace has some experience. He knows his way around but I think that comes from his attentiveness and eagerness to learn. He doesn’t need to have slept with a lot of other people. He goes into sex wanting to learn your body, and everything that makes you break. He’s quick with it.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You in his lap, riding him, your tits bouncing in his face. He gets so fucked out and drunk when you guys do it that way. Your hands in his hair, holding his head to your chest as you use his cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Grace is both, just depends on the moment. I think his goofy moments would be more endearing. They’d come from his shyness, small huffed laughs, maybe a giggle here and there.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s meticulous. He keeps his pubes just long enough to not be prickly but it’s so neat. The rest of him is completely smooth. His balls, shaft. It’s a preference. He loves the feeling of it better, how the wetness between you both gets him all sticky on his bare skin.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Ryland Grace is a sweetheart. Yeah, things get steamy and what Ry would classify as down right nasty between you two, but it’s always there, the romance part of it. It’s in every wet brush of his mouth against yours, every time his eyes go a little glassy as he’s looking at you above/beneath him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He still blushes thinking about it. You guys were busy, incredibly so. There was a lot to do that day, test to run and repairs to make. The both of you had hardly even passed each other in the small space, you stuck working in one part of the ship, him another.
Eventually you had to do an EVA for some outer repairs, and Grace spotted you of course. You guys talked for the first time that day really, and as you worked…Grace couldn’t help himself. He watched you through the screen, listened to you ramble away about maintenance, and tore open the crotch of his jumpsuit, fisting his hard cock. He jerked off quietly and shamefully, right there in the pilots seat, to the sound of your voice.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Degrading/Humiliation. Sweetly, a little mocking. Grace likes it when you call him a slut, a pretty boy who just couldn’t keep his cock soft huh.
Restraint. Grace gets off on you manhandling him a little bit. Your hand clamped over his mouth as you jerk him off. You holding down his hips when you’re blowing him and he’s squirming.
Free use. Ryland feels like he’s dreaming the times you come to him, crawling all over him, demanding his cock right then and there. He doesn’t stop you, your clawing at his clothes. It’s so hot to him, that you need his cock that badly. Yeah? There you go, baby. Use my cock, make yourself feel good.
Usually the bed. It’s never anywhere else unless it’s getting kinky, like the lab table or the time you rode him in the pilots chair. Grace still jerks off to that memory.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He likes watching you fix things. Your jumpsuit half off, tied around your waist. He likes it when you get a little feisty too. Maybe you haven’t slept or something’s pissed you off. He likes the bark of your voice, imagines you ordering him around in that same tone.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Face slapping, choking, etc.
Ryland loves leaving little bruises of his fingertips on your hips, sucking marks into your skin with his mouth, and he does fuck you hard. But slow. Grace likes it slow, explorative. Deep. He likes it sticky and sweet, moving just slow enough that it feels wrong, like he shouldn’t be doing it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Both. As established, there’s times you’ve literally had to pull Grace’s mouth from your chest, your nipples overly sensitive. It’s no different when he’s going down on you. Eyes fucked out and hazy, cheeks red as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his mouth on your pussy/cock.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most of the time, slow but not necessarily sensual. It’s nastier to Grace when it’s slower, when you tease him or he teases you, when it feels like you’re literally dragging his orgasms out of him, all hot and wet, panting into each others open mouths.
There’s been a few times though, where Grace has snapped. It’s a certain headspace he gets into, and not often. Flustered, angry, pent up. His body too hot, Grace has flipped you before, dragged your ass high into the air and started fucking into you with reckless abandon. The whole time he’s babbling, his face tucked into your neck, I’m sorry I’m sorry oh fuck, you feel so good. I’m so sorry, I just need to use this pussy/ass baby.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Morning quickies. Ryland Grace wakes up hard most mornings, sometimes grinding against you in his sleep. While he swears you don’t have to do anything, it’ll go away on its own, your hands always end up in his sleep pants. He fucks you lazily, spooning you from behind, holding your thigh up so he can get deeper.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Ry is open to try most anything, as long as there’s a safe way to do it and it’s something he’s up for.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Grace can come multiple times. He usually does. Lasting depends on his headspace. Sometimes he’s quick, apologizing and blushing like crazy, saying, oh fuck ‘m sorry, I promise I’ll get hard again, I promise.
Other times he’s a machine, fucking into you slow and deep, grinding. He won’t come until you’re begging him to.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Space Grace? Obviously not. Earth Grace didn’t either until he met you. His wrist bound, thighs trembling as you tease the life out of him, making him fuck up into a fleshlight. Even then, he prefers the feeling of your hand. He’s more than happy to use any toys on you, whenever.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Both. Grace loves to be teased, and he loves to tease you. He likes watching you squirm. You’re usually the one to initiate/lead, so Grace likes it when he has you begging.
Grace is also a little bit of a brat.
He’s a sub top. He does initiate, but sometimes he just doesn’t want to. Sometimes he’s horny as fuck and you haven’t noticed, so he brats out. Talking back, attitude pouring out over everything. He pushes your buttons until you catch on. Sometimes he melts under that hard gaze of yours immediately. Others, he keeps bratting, even after you have him on his back.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Grace is vocal, but not volume wise. So not loud but also not quiet by any means. Choked off whines, gasps, whimpers. Even when he’s saying filthy things to you, he’s whispering it, breathing it right against your lips/skin, his voice as all raspy and low.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Ryland Grace is hung. Like a fucking horse. Yes, the nerdy glasses and cardigan wearing man practically has a third leg. He gets off on it. Not in a smug way, not entirely at least, but a size kink kinda way. He likes the way you look at it, watching it get harder and bigger. He likes knowing he’s stuffing you full, bullying his large cock into you softly.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Grace is lean, muscular. Thick shoulders/biceps. A slutty little waist. Big thighs. He’s on the paler side, and blushes easily so it’s pretty to see. Nine inches, average girth. Cut. Pink.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Medium to high. There’s periods where Grace gets rapped up in his work, his thoughts so he’s just not thinking about it. It builds up though and usually hits him like a truck. He gets so embarrassed the days he wakes up and feels absolutely feral. He curls into you immediately, too fucked out already to even be a brat about it. He trails his nose along the sensitive skin of your neck, and starts begging for you right away.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It actually takes him a little while to fall asleep afterwards and he likes to talk, after you two have settled ofc, but he needs it, that connection through communication. Nothing serious, just cute random things/plans for the next day.
May I request smau for LADS Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus, and Zayne reacting to his gn s/o telling him how you miss him so much that you're hugging a plushie to sleep because it reminds you of him please? The bunny, duck, crow, and snowman plushies are too cute for me not to hug (≧▽≦)
warnings. established relationship, a lil suggestive in sylus's
xavier
rafayel
sylus
zayne
lol........ i haven't played lads in a long time.... sorry if its off... do NOT mention my battery.
Could i request the freak circus with a reader, who helps fixing little things about them? I'm not talking about thier behavior or something, i'm talking about things like fixing TTs tie or corecting thier mask if it fals out of place. Or stighting the boys costume before a show and puting the hat back on corectly.
Aww cute! I'm such a sucker for little domestic things heheheh
Notes/tags: gn!reader. Fluffy fluff flufff, established relationships. Little drabbles, not very long. Mentions of blood, and bathing together (latter of which is with Doctor where I also improvise on his anatomy). Somewhat edited, not really. Genuinely lost the plot a little at times, so sorry! Hopefully isn't too noticeable @.@
Pierrot is a bit particular about his hair. He likes it long and refuses to cut it beyond trims, yet he always has to tie it up or tuck it into his hat. He still bears the scars of when humans used to tear out his hair, though he doesn't flinch when you reach up to his head. In fact, he loves it when you do. You could braid it, brush it, wash it with your favorite shampoo, style it however you wanted, Pierrot didn't mind. He adored how much you loved his hair, which gave him all the more reason to take good care of it. He grew it out because he wanted it like Jester's, but now he needs to keep it nice and long so you can enjoy it when you finally get to see it. When you do, he'd allow you to touch it all you want, just please don't cut it beyond just a trim.
And a trim was exactly what he was in need of. Those pearly locks of his were tucked into his hat more often than they were left loose, which led to frayed and dry ends with a crumpled texture. Pierrot had finally worked up the nerve to take off his hat around you when in your apartment, and he was horrified to see that you eyed his hair with surprise rather than the amazement he was hoping for. You weren't frightened by his horns —thankfully— and was instead holding the dry ends in your hands.
"D-Do you not like it? I tried to brush it as nicely as I could! I washed it thoroughly, I promise..." Did his hat make it smell bad? Was his hair not as long or short as you wanted it to be? Maybe he should've done something different with it... But you didn't seem disgusted by it in the slightest. If anything, you looked excited as you guided Pierrot into your bathroom and had him sit down on the floor. Your knees were on either side of his shoulders as you worked a brush through his hair gently. You could see the scars that littered where his hairline met his neck, and although they had healed long ago, you took special care to work around them.
Pierrot's worries had flown away the moment you placed your hands on his head to massage his scalp with hair oil, though the poor thing sneezed a couple of times at the scent of it. Pierrot could barely hear your humming over the pounding of his heart in his ears. You were so close to him, and you were touching him so sweetly. Your hands were so careful around his horns and your felt so warm; his head felt like it was swimming with how deeply his was in bliss. After scrolling a few videos on how to trim hair correctly, you had reached around him to grab some scissors. The sight of them made him flinch away, though after some quiet reassurance, he allowed you to snip away the dead ends of his hair. His hands fidgeted every time the blades cut away the fibers, yet he trusted you to not cut too much.
When you brushed away the loose hairs from his back and helped him up, Pierrot was amazed at the sight of his reflection. His ends were cut straight enough, a little wonky, but perfect in his eyes. The paleness of his hair seemed to glow with the rich oil that you had worked into it, and you had placed his bangs just so to frame his blushing face. The sweet boy was so happy that he could feel the back of his eyes stinging with tears, and after a long moment of turning this way and that to admire your work, Pierrot stooped down to pick you up in a bear hug. He vowed to keep his hair just the way you liked it, all trimmed and soft and shiny. But now that it was all nice and cleaned up... Would you braid it for him?
It was no secret that Harlequin took pride in his appearance. He took special care of his beautiful curls, made sure his mask was always clean and set just right against his face, wore carefully selected perfumes, and did his best to keep his uniform nice and clean. Yet despite his efforts, he ended up looking a mess on most days.
Harlequin had no self-control when it came to being a pest to the clown he detested so dearly, and while he was quick enough to evade Pierrot, the golden-eyed beast was far stronger than him. Which left Harlequin looking like a rejected and bloodied pincushion by the time you got to him. He never tried to have you see him like this, but on the occasion that you dropped by his personal tent for a visit and found him licking his wounds, he was quick to complain.
"Oh, my dearest, it was awful. To think that Pierrot would be cruel enough to do this to me for merely walking by him." He'd wail, purposefully leaving out the detail of him grabbing Pierrot ruffle in an attempt to choke him. Harlequin was littered with stab wounds that were decently far along the healing process, though the same couldn't be said for his uniform. He had taken off his cloak and overcoat before you came in and was left in his undershirt. As Harlequin was busy with scrubbing off the blood while complaining, you had taken his cloak and the spare sewing kit you knew he kept around.
Harlequin's back was to you while you worked, and you responded to his dramatics as his washcloth and basin took on the stains of his wounds. After several minutes of cleaning and stitching, Harlequin had switched shirts and turned back to you. You had finished the tears in his coat and tossed it onto his bed while you worked on his cloak.
Your stitching was clumsy and would definitely show after a good wash, but Harlequin couldn't help but pause at the joy in your smile as you showed him your work. His body still ached and his wounds stung, but you took the time to care for his clothes as best you could. Your fingertips pulsed with the pinpricks they bore; your fingers were likely about to start cramping, and Harlequin couldn't help but laugh over the askew stitches. Maybe he'll have to bug Pierrot more than ever if it means you'll stitch him back together...
It was difficult to find error in Ticket Taker's behavior or appearance. He carried himself with such authority and grace, all while keeping himself and his clothes fresh and clean. Of course, when the day was over and Ticket Taker finally found himself walking to his tent for the night, you were able to see the messy side of him.
He was not one to tire out easily and needed less sleep than a human would, so if you were spending the night with him, you're likely half-asleep by the time he walks in. This particular day had been pretty average, yet Bil had longed to get into bed for the past few hours. He was sleepy and knew that you were waiting for him, which made the minutes tick by all the more slowly. So, when he finally made it back to his room to find you curled up in his bed, bleary-eyed and soft, he could feel the tension of the day slide off his back.
"Hello, darling, so sorry for the wait. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep too badly." His voice is quiet as he takes off his hat and sets it at his usual spot at his dresser. Your sleepy voice and shuffling distract him as he unpins his jabot and sets it aside. The mirror at his vanity shimmers as he stands before it to pull off his gloves and set them on it, when he sees your reflection come up behind him.
You bite back a yawn as your hands undo the yellow belt around his waist before reaching around for his coat buttons. Bil stiffens as he watches you through the mirror, and he hesitates to straighten his arms as you pull his coat down his shoulders. It's surprising to see you help him undress, even moreso when you look like you're about ready to fall asleep on his back. Yet he doesn't stop you from hanging up his coat at its usual hanger, nor does he stop you from guiding him to sit down at his bed so you can undo his laces. If you were any regular guest being held under his thumb, Ticket Taker might've made some prideful remark of how you truly understood your place beneath him. However, you were not just any guest, you were his lover, and if anything, he felt the need to tell you that this kind of treatment was unneeded.
Yet he couldn't bear to stop you when you looked so sleepy and sweet while helping him change into some nightwear. Ticket Taker was sure to thank you with a slow kiss to the temple before tucking both of you in, and he made a mental note to show you the same treatment another day. After all, all this tender care has given him ideas.
The heavy weight of responsibility hung over Jester's head every day, every waking moment. Over time he learned to work with it, and with everyone else working to pull their weight, he often did not have to worry about having a near-constant headache. Not often, at least.
Every now and again those headaches —whether figurative or literal— came about and bothered him for most of the day. He'd get irritable, impatient, and the perpetual need to be alert and conscious of every move he makes only fuels the tension burning underneath his skin. On those days, when he's finally allowed to turn in for the night, he's grateful that you've made it a habit to sneak into his tent. The sight of his little human calms him, and if his patience has been pulled particularly taut, you might find him being a little more touchy than usual.
Don't get him wrong, he still is not in favor of being touched by anyone, but he is more likely to allow a relaxed cuddle to pass than usual. Your scent and warmth soothe his brain on rough nights like this, so much so that you nearly feel him shiver under your fingers as you pull his mask aside for a moment. A light kiss to his lips without the barrier of that damned mask nearly melts him before you slip it back into place. Jester can't stop himself from laughing lightly at the sight of your grinning face as he allows you to grab his hairbrush and run it through his hair. He's tired and you're cute, so he might as well grant you this for once.
Jester feels a little anxious when he's draped over your side, though he's thankful you don't cling to him too closely. Your free arm is loosely wrapped around his as the other brushes through his long, silky hair. Occasionally you lift your other hand to work through a tough knot, yet you're careful not to tug his hair too harshly. You can't bear to disturb him when he's relaced for once in his busy life. After all, he's constantly thinking all the time and filling his brain with plans. Now, he's finding it strange that he can't think of a single thing other than your warm touch. You feel so soft beneath him, your scent is familiar and mixes with his, and you're so gentle with how the brush runs against his scalp and around his horns.
Jester loves thinking for you and for others but not having to think for once is... surprisingly nice. It's a bit frightening when he's so used to having to worry, but having his head feel all empty and hazy and so totally filled with you feels right somehow. It is not often he has these troublesome of days, but a small part of him is looking forward to the next one.
Doctor was no stranger to messes, not by a long shot. He was the one to deal with the messes the circus left behind, and he was okay with it. He much preferred to bury his hands in blood and once-was humans over the responsibilities the others had. His research fascinated him, and in turn often helped the rest of the circus. He grew accustomed to being messy and often forgot that blood stained his gloves more than they were clean. In his defense, they were red for a reason.
That doesn't mean that Doctor is a dirty fella, just a bit... grubby. Though there are times where you've seen Doctor get so absorbed in his work that he forgets to take a break and wash off. Usually, Harlequin is the one to snap him out of his focus and usher him to the bath, but now that you've been visiting him more often, it's become a bit less of an issue. Though, can you really get upset with him for being so entranced by his work? Especially when he's got the whole day to himself like today. The sky is dark, it's raining, the circus is closed, the air is cold, and a new Fool was dropped onto his table this morning.
You had braved the storm to come and visit your dear boyfriend, knowing that he was either enjoying the rain or hunched over his operating table. Walking into the tent, you didn't have to see him to know what he was doing. The smell of blood and cooling insides overpowered the usual incense and coffee, to the point that you had to cover both your eyes and your nose as you walked further in. Doctor heard you coming —barely— and turned away from the table to see you blindly searching for him while looking a little queasy. The crimson shine of his eyes flickered and faded into its usual cool tone as he straightened up and pulled off his gloves.
"Sweetie," you could faintly hear droplets of blood hitting the floor as he set his gloves down. "I did not realize you were coming today. Here, no need to scar your eyes." A metallic stench clung to Doctor's clothes as he held your shoulders and guided you away from the main room towards his, yet you had a different plan. You were cold from the rain, Doctor stunk of blood and gore, and you were itching for cuddles. So, a trip to the main trailer for a bath was in order!
So here Doctor was, squeezed into the bathtub with you beside him, gently scrubbing his hair and face. The down feathers that trailed up the back of his neck were uncomfortably wet, but dear Lord did it feel nice when you reached around to scrub them clean. You were so gentle with his feathers and scarred skin, and you hadn't even started to wash yourself. Doctor might as well have started cooing when you pulled his head down to lather his hair in shampoo, and the new angle gave him the perfect chance to look you over while you focused on his head. So pretty, so careful, and so tiny in comparison to him... How could he ask for a better distraction? He couldn't help but flinch when you took his clawed hands and sore arms to wash, but your hands worked slowly to relieve the built-up tension he had previously ignored. You cleaned him from head to toe with such tender care that Doctor could help but stare in interest, even when you poured water over him to clean the soap off. Of course, he was sure to keep you in the bath until you too were cleaned off, and he'd use the same amount of gentle care on you as you did him. He was doing more than just staring at you with those lovesick eyes, after all. You were far too sweet to not observe and learn from.
Overblot boys x gn!reader where the boys are just trying to enjoy a hard candy (jolly rancher, for example) and then their sweet s/o comes by and decides: "oh! I want one too!" And continues to steal it from their boyfriends mouth with a kiss!
Feel free to ignore this!
Hope you have an awesome day!!
-💫anon
꒰𐔌 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 .ᐟ
⸝⸝ FEATURING― overblot!boys + kalim x reader
fluff, suggestive themes, established relationship, kissing them, stealing the candy out of their mouth, tongue action, possibly ooc, not beta-read. no use of pronouns for the reader. imagines. kinda crack. teasing .ᐟ
author's note ― hi 💫 <3 thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy ! made a mistake and added kalim instead of jamil, so now you all get jamil AND kalim.
𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒
HE HAS GIVEN HIMSELF A MOMENT OF RELAXATION, riddle unwraps a candy wrapper―a gift from a gift─cater handed it down to him the to the fact he wasn't that fond to sweets as much as riddle was.
you watch with a hand on your cheek, a happy smile on your face. when you see him plop the hard candy in his mouth, your whole body perked up and you leaned closer to him.
"oo, that looks so good ! can i have one? " you ask, excitedly leaning over the edge of your seat. riddle quickly places a sturdy hand on your shoulders, out of reflex, and blinks.
"of course, there are more in the bowl for you too─"
too late for that.
you cupped his cheeks, your touch gentle but your smile smug.
time froze when he felt your lips brush against his, eventually pulling him into for a kiss, your tongue pushing itself in his mouth.
you hook the candy over your tongue and pulling away deliberately slow, your lips lingering over his when you finally lean back.
his face goes red, and you're humming happily at the sweet taste of strawberries.
"mhm, that's so good!" you say like what you did didn't just happen─the housewarden immediately stands on his feet, his crown threatening to fall as he whips his head on your direction.
"that―was HIGHLY improper behavior!" he sputters out, the blush on his face giving him away fully. you blink up at him, watching him grab his scepter leaning against the wall and immediately aimed it in your direction
you immediately see where this is going, and you raise your hands up in defense, curling into the lounge couch as he took a step closer
"riddle, riddle baby─my queen ... please don't!"
"you violated the personal space of another human being, a houseward, for that matter. for that you must be corrected."
"riddle, no wait―I WAS JUST TRYING TO──"
"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD .ᐟ'
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" if you simply just wanted a kiss from me," riddle mummered as he cuddles into you, "you could have simply asked.
he tries to scold he, he really does, but you're already collared and laying against his side with a sad pout as you eat the candy, from your own wrapper.
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑
HES LOUNGING ON HIS BED, leona half asleep with the candy in his mouth. lazily sucking on it when you suddenly jump to the side of the mattress and smile sweetly at him.
the housewarden jerks in his spot, biy doesn't push you away. he simply sighs, watching with one eye as you search around his nightstand.
"what are you digging for over there?"
you pull back, your body half over his chest as you pout, "the candy your eating, it smells good i wanna try it~" you draw an invisible on his bicep and he rolls his eyes.
"it's in the drawer, herbivore, you gotta―"
you don't let him finish his sentence, your hands already cupping his cheeks as you pull yourself in for a kiss. your tongue pushing itself in his mouth to steal the candy and pull away slowly, tasting the sweet treat.
"hm, you know it tastes a lot like coffee..."
he just stares at you, like you've confessed some kind of sin.
"... you've got guts,"
wasn't the first time you've heard that before.
he takes the wrist, gently but firmly, and pulled you closer his nose brushes across your cheek.
you didn't get a word in, the candy in your mouth taken back as fast as you stole it, leona's lips dancing over yours before he took back what was his.
when he takes the candy back, he bites hard down on it and pushes you to the sheets to tower over you, voice low as he leans in.
like a predator plotting his prey.
"if you wanted a kiss," leona purrs, lips ghosting over yours, "try asking nicely, next time. you might catch me in a bad mood, you know."
𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎
HE UNWRAPS THE CANDY CAREFULLY, azul taking his time to savor the candy as he plops it in his mouth. he barely notices you walk into his office with your hands behind your back, a cheeky smile plastered on your face.
you are well aware he's sucking on a candy, and it got you curious. so, with your hair flowing behind your shoulders, you took proud steps toward him.
"ah! good morning, darling. to what do i make your acquaintance?"
ah, as polite as ever he is. it made you smile wider as you took a glance at the wrapper in his hand, twirling around his fingers.
"what flavor of candy is that?"
azul was puzzled why you dodged his question, but replied anyways. "well, my dear, it's blue raspberry. jade brought a bunch of them to me as a gift, although i was spectacle at first, it seems to be a normal hard candy."
as he was about to say where jade got them from, you lean closer to him, faces almost touching. azul blinks once, nerves forming in his stomach, but you simple asked.
"may i have a taste?"
azul clears his throat, adjusting his glasses he agrees.
"of course you can, here, take from this bowl―"
not what you had in mind.
you quickly grab him by the collar of his uniform and pull him close enough to kiss him, your lips soft against his, he can't help but melt into it.
azul lets out a startled noise, but it brain melts as you push your tongue into his mouth and steal the candy swiftly.
when you pull back, azul is buffering. glasses crooked, shirt wrinkled and his legs already feel like jelly as he sits down.
ignoring your boyfriend, who you knew would react like this, you step back and hum happily. "i have to ask jade where he got these from, thank you azul~ ill be back later to pay you a visit, okay? love ya!"
you're already gone before azul can speak, although, he wasn't sure what to say. he just hides his entire face in his scarf and tries his best to act normal―especially around the twins and clients.
"they're going to be the death of me, i swear of it."
𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑
IT WAS RARE FOR HIM TO GET A MOMENT LIKE THIS TO HIMSELF, jamil was relaxing in his room before you appeared.
he barely glances at your first, peeking one eye out to see you sit beside him with your hands on your chin. a happy smile plastered on your face.
there's a faint softness in his eyes when he says, "need something, baby?"
you hum, scoot closer and lean close to almost touch noses. "that candy your eating, it smells good."
jamil blinks, waiting for the moment for to to continue speaking but you won't.
"ah," he starts, "you want one?"
you nod, but before he could react you grabbed him gently by the shoulders and kissed him―your lips dancing over his and his eyes widened.
he freezes, lets you steal the candy and blinks when you pull away.
a faint tint of pink on his face, cheeks warm.
"aye," he sighs, attempting to hide his embarrassment. "you could have asked."
he quietly exhales, and his gaze sharpens.
"come here." he states bluntly and pulls you back for another kiss, fingers playing with your hair.
he'll get even with you, eventually. sleep with one eye open.
SUPER EXCITED TO EAT HIS CANDY, when kalim got his hand on the hard candy he is quick to munch on it.
you spot him immediately, marking your way into the lounge of scarabia, your presence already making the day ten times better.
kalim noticed you immediately and bounced to his feet and engulfed you in a hug before you even got close.
"name, you have to try this candy! jamil doesn't like it," kalim pouts, but pulls you by the wrist to his spot of cushions and blankets.
that's when you get an idea, already seeing him suck on the same candy you sit beside him and lean close, "i'd love to have one~"
before your boyfriend can grab you one, you're already cupping his face and leaning in for a little kiss. you chuckle softly into the kiss when kalim jerks, but grabs you by your as gently and lets you continue.
he squirmed slightly as you stole the candy straight out of his mouth with your tongue. his mind goes blank, cheeks hot and hands squeezing your sleeves.
the moment you pull away, kalim had a dorky smile on his face while you judge the taste of the candy.
"hm, minty!"
"do that again..."
you blink and then laugh softly, interlocking your fingers with his and kiss him again.
he immediately wants to try it with you as well, unwrapping a new candy before you can speak, his thumb brushing your lower lip as he fed you the candy.
"it feels more special when we both do it with each other, right?"
𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓
HE SUPPOSED HE CAN TREAT HIMSELF ONCE IN A WHILE, for vil doesn't snack on candies as such very often. so when you spot him with a hard candy, you get curious.
you wander into his room, he's sucking on the candy with a towel on his head to dry his hair, for just stepping out of the shower.
even without makeup, vil schoenheit is gorgeous.
he's sitting up on his bed, sheets made and pillows fluffed. reading a magazine if his latest cover as he spots you enter.
"what candy are you eating, hun?" you asked, sitting at the edge of his bed flake to vil's hips.
vil flips the page before as he replies, "a candy rook gave, he actually gifted a bunch of them, i can't eat them all by myself,"
he pounders for a moment before you speak up, "can i have one?"
"be my guest, i have to get rid of them one way or another―"
you take vil gently by the cheeks and pull in for a kiss, lips soft and warm, his eyes widened at the sudden action doesn't pull you back.
he actually kisses you back, and that's when you steal the candy from his mouth and pull back with a soft smack of the lips.
"ah, raspberry~ rook knows my favorite, apparently!" you joked, but vil wasn't laughing.
he was silent for a few moments, until he let out an amused chuckle.
"my, my .. how bold of you~"
vil takes your chin and gently forces your eyes to lock with his own, his magazine completely forgotten on the sheets.
"you cheeky little thing, if you wanted a kiss~" the housewarden pulls you in for a slow, gently kiss.
"you could have simply asked~" his breath tickles your skin, but he merely chuckles at your blushed fave.
𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃
HE'S MID-GAME WHEN YOU WALK INTO HIS ROOM, idia doesn't bat an eye as he knows if already you─due to a special knock you do before entering.
you lean behind his gaming chair, the clicking of his keyboard filling the room as he greets you, not even looking away from the screen.
"hi, idy~" you tap your finger against his chair, noticing the way his cheeks move.
"what are you eating?" you asked, not seeing any ramen bowls or take-out. the clicks continue as he replies, "oh, just some candy ortho had when out with the nor-i mean, his friends."
he elbows the bowl to his left, and you follow his gesture to see lots of candies to choose from. "you can...have one of ya want,"
it's quiet, but you heard him crystal clear. just as you were about to take one, you think of a better idea. curse you and your playful moods, your doing to kill the poor boy.
before he can react, you spun his chair forcing a surprised scream out of him and he curls in on himself with his face buried in his hoodie.
"HEY― what-what ?? you can't just―what's with that look on your face?"
you grab his hoodie, pulling him close his face fully exposed and you crash your lips onto his. idia... malfunctions.
blue screen, idia.exe has stopped working, he lets out a strained yelp into the kiss and almost dies when you steal the candy out of his mouth.
you almost fell completely on top of him as he panics and jerks, but you hold yourself up with your knee at the edge of the chair.
steam is basically fuming out of his ears when you pull back, licking your lips, idia pushes you back out of nerves and embarrassment.
"WHA―WHAT WAS THAT FOR? you-you can't just―that was a powerplay, oh my sevens, don't look at meeeeheee!!"
he's glowing red when he hides his face again, his bangs poking out from the small hole of his sweater and you laugh out an apology, sucking on the candy still, idia isn't gonna forgive you without some sort of revenge.
𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀
HE EAT WHAT HE WANTS, WHEN HE WANTS. so when malleus indulges on a hard candy from one of the pop-up street stores, he finds you immediately.
"child of man," he calls for you upon reaching you in the courtyard. he finds you sitting under the ape tree, your eyes sparkle in the sun as you perk up at him.
"hi mal! oo, is that candy?"
the dragon heir chuckles at your enthusiasm, you already pulling him down from his arm, he aids by sitting down himself. close enough for you to lean against his leg.
"indeed. would you like to try one?"
enthusiastically, you nod. he smiles as he's about to teach for a second candy from his pocket until you grabbed him suddenly.
malleus let's out a sharp gasp, about to ask what you are doing until you kiss him. carefree, unaware of bystanders or passerby who took a double glance.
of course, he was embarrassed to be with you, but is cheeks grew warm from your bold move.
your lips dance over his, delicate and warm, you finally stole.tje candy from his mouth and pulled back with a happy hum.
"oh, cherry? how delicious!" you giggle, eyes shut.
malleus doesn't speak right away, then his eyes soften.
"my, aren't you a confident one?" he teases, raising his hand to brush your hair away from your face. his hand resting at your cheek, "in all my years, no one has dared to steal from me~"
he leans closer, voice low, lips ghosting over yours.
Captain! HardDom!Law / Crew!Reader
Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: You and your Captain have been imprisoned. Law has been injected with some kind of drug and you're shackled to the wall. Your crew is on the way, but if Law's fever doesn't break, he won't last before they get here.
CW: Sex Pollen (But its a drug- Law Knows), DubCon, Medical Terminology, Restrained (F), Blood (Law's), Dirty Talk, Fingering (F Rec), Spit (F Rec), Creampie, Dick tattoos cause i like them, Confessing Feelings, Unspoken Feelings
ANGST, Law is regretful. Considers Erasing Reader's Memory of the Event DD:DNE
Word Count: 3.8k
Stayed up past my bedtime for this one, but wowie I was not sleeping until I got it out of my system (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
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Law understands his body more than most people do. He is intimately familiar with the precise working of himself down the atom. He can tell you his exact molecular composition and the count of his blood at the drop of a hat. He has taken himself apart and examined his own organs from the inside out. He knows his body. He knows it well. Better than any doctor had known themselves.
So he knew something was wrong. He clocked the change nearly the exact moment it occurred. The rise of his temperature, the quickened pulse, and the fog descending across his thoughts. The symptoms worked dangerously fast, but it wasn’t until he felt the flood of testosterone and the rapid escalation of adrenaline that it all clicked into place just what exactly he had been dosed with.
“Captain?”
His power could remedy this without issue.
If he was able use it.
“Captain?”
But he is locked in sea prism stone prison, the metal draining him of all ability. It also lowers the baseline levels of his energy, which means the drug is tearing through his system all that more potently.
“Captain!” Finally, Law’s gaze snaps to you. “What’s happening?” Your eyes are wide with concern, completely unaware that you are the one in the most danger here.
It hadn’t made sense to him at first. They’d tossed you both into this cell, but you were the only one chained to the wall. But, now- he understood completely. It was part of the torment. A cruel, vicious sort of torture, forcing a betrayal so pervasive between captives. Law hated to admit it, but it was a disgustingly effective sort of torture to force the wedge between Captain and Crew.
Your chains rattle as you try to make even the smallest bit of headway in freeing yourself. You have to get your Captain out of this cage. Whatever they had given him was making him seriously sick and without his power you weren’t sure if he’d be okay. Let alone survive long enough for the rest of the crew to find you.
Law barks your name in a tone that immediately halts your movements. “I need you to be quiet and be still.” You do as he says without question. You trust your Captain completely. Regardless of how worried you are, you have to believe he has a plan- or is working on one. Your Captain was the smartest man you’d ever met and you knew there was nothing he couldn’t figure out. You just hoped he figured it out before whatever was wrong with him got worse.
Law sits with his back to you, knees to his chest, head pressed into them. His hands cover his ears. Trying to make his body small, to block out as many of his senses as he can. He tries to breathe as little as possible. The position is slowing the effects of the poison, but it is so minuscule his rational mind tells him it won’t make a difference. Law grits his teeth in frustration, running equations through his head- trying to figure out if he could sus the exact composition of the drug coursing through his body.
You scan your eyes over the the cell, looking for something- anything- that could help. But you come up just as empty as you have for the past hour. It’s dark here, the only light comes from the fire lit sconces in the hall. There’s a drip drip drip from somewhere, but you don’t see a leak. You observe your surroundings the way Law taught you to. Pick an object and pick it apart, then move to the next and the next.
The bars were too small to fit through. The biggest structural weakness of any cell was the door so you pick apart the hinges and the keyhole. The scrape on the floor from years of being open and shut. But, nothing particularly jumps out at you.
The cell is small, sea prism lines both the walls and the floors. There was only the one set of shackles in the room, but it was odd that they chained you up instead of your Captain- when he so clearly was the greater threat between you. You figure it must mean they’re confident that whatever they dosed him with will keep him docile- or worse.
You take a deep, shuddering breath. The air here is so hot and humid, it's hard to breath in for the full ten-count your Captain would always remind you to do. The crew knows where you are- or where you were going- and they know what the plan is. You were both supposed to be back by now. They have your vivre cards. Undoubtedly, they were on their way here right this very second to save you both. You had complete, unshakable faith in your crew. They would come. They would find you.
The only thing that worried you was if your Captain would be okay until they got here from the whole other side of the island.
There was a soft clink of your chains as you slightly shifted and Law groans. His intoxicated mind already whispering devious madness in his ears. Telling him how close you are. How helpless. All chained up with no way to run from what he wanted to do to you.
Law growls in frustration, pressing his hands harder against his ears as if it could keep out his inside thoughts. Even sans the sound of your voice, his body was still reacting to your proximity. You’re as far apart from each other as you can be in the cell, but it wasn’t enough. He can feel your presence at his back. So close, so alluring. And as his senses keep heightening- he can smell you. The sweat on your skin, the scent of your sex that hadn’t yet slicked for him.
Law bites down hard on his tongue, trying to stifle the way his mind his thinking- using the pain to overwrite the receptors of sensation. But, it doesn’t help. The drug has bonded to him so completely it’s shutting out any stimulus that doesn’t align with his baser biological need. If anything, the taste of his own blood only spurs it on. Violence and arousal often stimulated similar regions of the brain. The drug was amping up his animalistic urges across the spectrum. The angrier he became, the more aroused he became. The more aroused he became, the more aggressive he became. Unless he could get the fever under control they would just keep feeding into each other.
But it was near impossible to do that when your presence alone hitched it higher. And his rational mind- what was left of it- was vaguely aware that the one thing that was going to bring the fever down before it killed him was the one thing he was determined not to suspect you to.
“Bring your knees to your chest,” he grinds out, “make your body as small as possible.” You don’t respond, but he knows you’ve done exactly as he ordered. You’re always so obedient for him. The new position muffles your scent, but not by much. It buys him maybe a couple extra minutes of rationality. But he’s torn on what exactly to do with it. He can’t see any way out of this and he won’t be able to prevent what’s about to happen.
“Listen,” he says, voice deepening, “the drug they gave me- it’s making me sick. Really sick.”
“Captain,” your voice washes over him and his cock jumps. “Tell me what to do,” your voice is desperate, but willing. You’ll do anything he tells you. You always do. Always so well behaved.
“The fever is going to kill me,” he states plainly and its the truth. He can’t think of any way to prevent it here- in this cell. At least, not any way that doesn’t involve giving into what his body wants to do to you.
“No!” There’s a sharp rattle as you press as far forward as you can. “No, Captain! I’ll get out of here. The carpometacarpal, right? I think I can crush it if I-“
“Don’t,” he barks.
“I’m not going to let you die,” you snap, chains rattling. Law turns around to see you trying to maneuver into a position to break your hands. He quickly moves across the room and grabs your arms, halting your attempts.
You gasp, “Captain… you’re burning up.” His hands are hot were he has them wrapped around you. There's heat radiating off him and it rushes towards you like a fire licking at your skin. “Captain,” you plead, “what do we do? Tell me, please.” His eyes are fixed where your arm is trapped in his grip and they’re dark- nearly pitch black.
Your eyes follow his gaze where his burning hand has you in a vice grip and you think you must know the dilemma he’s grappling with. You don't. “Break it,” you tell him and his eyes snap to yours. “If you have to break it, do it. I can take it.” You keep your face even, trying to convince him of your resolute bravery, but he feels the way your pulse quickens in apprehension.
“You can take it, hm?” A wicked grin slices across face, “you’ll just take anything I give you, won’t you?”
You blink, brows furrowing at his words. That adorable little crease between your eyes pulls him back from the edge- just a little. He rips his hands off you. “Don’t break anything,” he rattles. “It won’t help.”
“Then what will,” you beg. Your eyes start to glisten and theres a tremble to your lip he wants to suck between his teeth. “Captain, please. Please.”
Law groans, cock twitching at the sound of your begging. He places a hand against the wall beside your head, keeping you caged. Not that you could go anywhere. Not that you could get away from him.
“The drug is a kind of stimulant. The fever increases neurotransmitter activity, amplifying base hormones that require a counterbalance to-“
“Law,” you interrupt his rambling, “what do you need?”
“I need to fuck you.” Your mouth drops, reeling back- completely caught off guard by his response. But you know he’s deathly serious. “I am going to fuck you.” His voice is gravely, thick and trembles with remorse, “I won’t be able to stop myself.”
He looks straight at you and you watch as the darkness eats away at the gorgeous golden dawn of his eyes. Before it’s gone you have to tell him- he has to know- “It’s okay, Captain. It’s okay. You can do it, whatever you need.”
His face crumples and drops to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and he nuzzles into you for a just a moment before you feel it. The shift. A change to the atmosphere, a change to the way he touches you.
He laughs darkly against your throat, “whatever I need, hm?” he drags his teeth up and nips at your jaw, “and if I need to spread you open and drive my cock into your little cunt?”
Your breath hitches and his hot fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Answer me,” he orders.
“Y-yes,” you answer.
“Yes, what?” he snarls.
“Yes, Captain.”
His grin is satisfied as he drags his thumb across your lips. “Say it,” he urges. Blush blooms across your face and you avert your eyes. He snaps your name, “you will look at your Captain when you speak to him.” He leans in, tongue barely flitting over your lips as he hisses once more, “Now say it.”
“Y-you can have…” you lips tremble, “you can have your way with me, Captain.”
Law slams his hand into the stone by your head, making your yelp. “That is not what I said.” He tilts his head, “you’re being a bad girl, not listening to your Captain.”
Your tongue darts over your lips and his slides out to mirror you. “I’m sorry, Captain.”
“Try again.”
You swallow, trying not to look away from him as you repeat his filthy words, “you can spread me open, Captain. You can drive your-” you stutter just a little, “y-your cock into my little cunt.”
He smiles at you, fingers brushing your cheek. “Good girl.” His face softens as he caresses you, “always my good girl…” Your heart flips and he cocks a brow, leaning forward to look into your eyes. “You like that, don’t you? You like being Captain's good girl.” There’s a fluttering low in your tummy and Law grins- watching how your pupils dilate. “Oh, you like it a lot.”
He leans back on his knees, letting his eyes roam over your restrained body. “But I already knew that.” Law shrugs his jacket off his shoulders. “So tell me something-” he peels his shirt off his back, “-that I don’t know.”
Despite yourself, your eyes roam over your Captain's body, trailing the lines of his tattoos drawn through the ridges of his muscle. Despite how decorated his skin was, he so rarely showed it. “I…” you snap your eyes back up to his, “I like to look at you.”
He shakes his head, shoulders shaking as he laughs, “you think I don’t know that?” Embarrassed heat flushes through you. “You think I don’t see the way you watch me? You think I don’t let you watch?” His grin turns devious, “tell me what you do to yourself when you think about me.” You stammer, while Law’s hands start undoing his pants. “Go on.”
“I…” your thighs press together as you confess in a small voice, “I touch myself.”
“What?” he teases with a tilt of his head, “Can’t hear you.”
Your heart thumps wildly, “I touch myself when I think of you, Captain.”
Your Captain leans forward and fists the fabric of your shirt- and your bra with it. “I know,” he shrugs- then rips in one strong motion, tearing your clothes away.
You gasp, unable to cover yourself with your hands chained to the wall. “C-captain!” Despite that, you still yank on the restraints as if it would make a difference. Law’s cock twitches watching you struggle and he slides his pants over his knees, finally leting it fall free.
Your eyes snap to his cock, mouth falling open. “Now you have something new to look at,” his tone is arrogant, enjoying the way you take him in. Your eyes trace the low tattoos striping over his low waist to wind around his cock. His hand rubs up the underside of his shaft and it jerks against his touch, precum oozing from his slit. “You gonna think about this when you touch yourself?”
“Yes, Captain.”
He chuckles, “good girl. So honest.” Law slides forward and grabs the waist of your shorts, yanking them down over your curves and tossing them to the side with the rest of your ruined clothes. You’re completely naked for him now, strung up and exposed.
You squeeze your legs together, pulling your knees up, trying to instinctually preserve a bit of your modesty. Your Captain continues stroking his cock as he looks at you. “Spread your knees.” You bite your lip with a whimper. “That’s an order.” You move them apart a touch. “Wider.” A little bit wider.
Law growls grabbing both knees and throwing them apart, pinning them back against the wall, where you leave them as he leans back to admire the sight. “Why you trying to hide from me, hm? Are you embarrassed?” You cry out when he suddenly sticks a finger into you and drags it up through your slit. He inspects it with a grin before holding it out to you. “Embarrassed by how wet you are?” He brings the finger back and sticks it into his mouth, moan from the taste of you dropping deeper when he sees your cunt squeeze around nothing.
“Yes, Captain,” you answer.
He pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop and hauls your hips up into his lap. Your fingers tighten around your chains as his fingers spread you open. You gasp as he rubs his tumbs to either side of your clit, head tilting back with a moan.
Law uses his thumbs to stimulate your clit in ways you’ve never felt before while his knuckles spread your dripping cunt. “You like this? That’s the root of your clit,” his voice slips back into a familiar instructional tone. “When I press like this,” you cry out, hips bucking into his hands. “Enhances sensitivity, by increasing the blood flow there…” He’s so focused of perfecting the technique of it on your body it almost feels like he’s himself again-
He spits on your clit, making your body jerk. “Get it nice and swollen,” he chuckles as if he’s amused with himself, “you’re gonna cum so fucking hard on my cock.” Your pussy clenches around the points of Law’s knuckles where he keeps stretching your hole open.
He looks up at you, hands not stopping. “You still haven’t told me something I don’t know.”
He hums when your brow furrows, searching your mind for something you could offer him. “Y-you gave me your hoodie when we were on the Kazen Islands…”
“Mhm.”
“I still have it.”
“I kno-“
“I sleep in it, sometimes.” Laws hands slow and his eyes soften at the intimacy of the confession. Despite everything you have been doing, it’s only now that you feel the most vulnerable- the most exposed.
Law wraps your legs around his waist and slides his hands up your body. He leans forward, giving you more slack on the chains and letting your weight rest in his lap. His face nuzzles into your neck, lips pressing into your pulse- his voice is just a breath against it. “You used my shower when the pipes were busted.” Another press of his lips, kissing up your neck- “you left your hair tie on my sink.” You feel the head of his cock slide easily into you Law kisses the hollow of your ear, “I keep it in my nightstand.”
His hips press forward and he lets you feel every inch of his cock as slides home. You groan deeply, legs tightening around him. Your hands instinctively try to wrap around his body, but are stopped by the chains. “Captain~” you moan. He thrusts into you, deep and steady, his arm keeping your back from hitting the jagged stone.
His other hand finds its way between your bodies, pressing into your clit. It’s just as sensitive as he promised it would be. He circles his fingers atop your bud, still wet with your slick and his spit. He slowly increases the pressure and his hips pick up speed.
The ground splits the skin of Law’s knees, but the sting of it is drowned out by how deliciously your body takes him, squeezing him in deeper. He holds you tighter, lifting a little higher to keep your wrists slack. Even in his state, sapped of his natural energy, he could do this. For you- his pretty girl, so soft- he wasn’t putting you on the ground. He knows at his pace the stone would scrape you up and the only marks that belong on your body are his.
Laws mouth returns to the pulse at your throat and sucks, his tongue darting over the sensitive flesh. His fingers press into your clit faster now, relentless, desperate for the sweet clench of your body.
“Captain…” you moan, “I’m… I’m getting close.”
His mouth parts from your flesh with a stand of his drool, “Good girl. Need you to cum on your Captain’s cock.” His fingers roll faster over your clit, near vibrating and you tilt your head back.
“Yes, I’m gonna- Captain, I’m…”
Law plows himself into you, snarling through his teeth- desperately holding on until he feels that first squeeze of your orgasm. “Say my name, baby. Say my name.”
“Law-!“ his name breaks over your tongue as you cum and Law arches his back as he spurts into you.
“Fuuck,” he groans, jerking his hips to milk every drop into you, “so fucking tight.”
Your body convulses as you come down from your high and Law scoots knees to the wall so you can sit in his lap. He wraps both arms around your back to keep you off the stone. You still can’t put your arms around him, but you drop your head into the crook of his neck, still in the aftershock of your orgasm.
Your breaths are shallowing, gasping for air and his fever begins to recede, the fog just barely starting to lift. He tightens his hold on you as he feels your lips tremble against his skin, “Captain…”
“Shhh…” he soothes. “I’m here, I got you. Captain’s got you.”
Your body grows heavy, the exhaustion of your circumstances finally settling over you.
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You’re still sleeping in Law’s arms an hour later. You’re dressed now, though. He put your shorts back on and slid his shirt up your legs, tying the arms around your back to keep it from slipping down- and he’s back in his pants and his jacket. He used the ruined scraps of your clothes to clean you of himself and you barely stirred.
He holds you close to the wall, easing the tension from your restraints. He can see the raw red skin beneath the shackles and his chests twists that he may have caused some of it. He was too rough with you- far too rough. And though he knows you’re going to forgive him for it, he hates that your first time together was so tainted. He’d spent so long imaging how it could go- how it would go, one day- and this was not even a shadow of what you deserved.
He would have to make it up to you- somehow.
Or, maybe he’d have to make you forget.
He could do that once his power returns. And maybe he should. He has no idea how you will look at him now- and if he can survive it. Part of him wished he’d just let the fever take him instead. But, you never would have let that happen. You were ready to shatter your own body just to be next to him in a cell neither of you could escape from.
He can feel the shudder through the stones and hear the commotion floors above that tells him the crew has arrived. He never had any doubt they would.
And even though you wake when the cell is pried open and your cuffs are removed, Law still carries you all the way home.
Synopsis: The LADS men find out you are attending perfuming-making workshops so that you can create a cologne that is uniquely them.
Characters: Sylus x Non-MC!reader, Caleb x Non-MC!reader, Rafayel x Non-MC!reader, Zayne x Non-MC!reader, Xavier x Non-MC!reader
Warnings: fluff, slight hurt/comfort. Someone is probably ooc.
A/N: wooow, second request and the first one for all men, uauaua. I'm a bit nervous, actually, haha.
Sylus
You had a ridiculous, and maybe not so slightly arousing, idea: creating a cologne that was uniquely Sylus.
So, you found a perfume-making workshop in Linkon and spent all of your free time there.
You really did not think Sylus would notice. That was your mistake. Sylus noticed everything about you. Still, you had assumed he would not care that much, especially since he was usually asleep during the day.
Until one evening, you spent too much time trying and failing to create the perfect blend. It was already too late to drive to N109. And the thought of wasting even more time on the road made you sigh in defeat. You would have less time with Sylus before you inevitably fell asleep and that was the last thing you wanted. So you went home and sent him a quick apology and promised to make it up to him.
Half an hour later, you heard a knock on your door. You frowned, glancing at the clock before opening it anyway.
“Sylus?” You blinked in surprise. “Why are you here? And did you use your Evol to teleport all the way from N109?”
He ignored your question entirely, strolling past you into your apartment before stopping so suddenly that you nearly collided with his back. Sylus took a slow, deliberate inhale, then turned and closed the distance between you in a single effortless motion. Before you could react, he had you pinned against the door, his body warm and solid against yours. He leaned down, nuzzling into your neck and dragging his nose along your skin.
“What’s this?” he murmured, his voice low and amused. “Little dragon cancels on me, and now I find her smelling like another man?”
You gripped his broad shoulders, trying to stay on your feet while squirming at the ticklish sensation of his hair against your cheek.
“S-stop…” you laughed breathlessly. “It’s not like that. I wanted to make a cologne with your scent, so I signed up for lessons at a perfume workshop.”
“Oh?” Sylus did not stop sniffing you, as though he could not help himself. You could feel the faint rumble of his chest against you, almost like a purr.
“Mhm. That’s why I canceled today. I got too invested in it and lost track of time.”
He drew in one last deep breath, taking in the mix of whiskey, spice, and something unmistakably you before finally pulling back.
“Why pay for lessons?”
You stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“I have a perfectly functional perfume-making workshop in N109.” His red eyes gleamed with smugness. “And something tells me the ingredients there are far better than whatever they use in Linkon.”
You rolled your eyes, exasperated, and reached up to ruffle his hair, messing it up a little.
“Of course you do,” you said. “Why am I not surprised?”
Sylus caught your wrist with a satisfied smirk, still looking far too pleased with himself.
“I have a lot of interests,” he said, leaning close again, “And now you won’t have to cancel on me again.”
Caleb
Caleb was away on Fleet business so often that you decided to make your own cologne blend that would suit him. Not to gift it to him, though. The idea was simpler and a little more personal than you’d admit out loud. You wanted to spray it on your clothes, your pillows, anything you could. Just so you could at least feel like you still had him nearby while he was gone. You didn’t think much of it at first.
Now your apartment always smelled like one of your experimental blends. You kept tweaking it, getting closer and closer to something that felt right until one day you succeeded. It wasn’t perfect, but it was him. So now your whole space smelled like Caleb.
There were still a few days until his return, so that morning you sprayed the blend everywhere, taking slow, deep breaths. Somehow, it soothed your frayed nerves. You found yourself worrying about his mission in the Deepspace Tunnel just a little less.
It was midday when you suddenly heard your front door open. You frowned. Weird. Only Caleb had a key, and he wasn’t supposed to be back yet. Grabbing the biggest frying pan you could find, you held it like a weapon and crept into the hallway.
“What’s that, little apple?” Caleb’s voice cut through the silence.
He stood there in his Colonel uniform, still clearly fresh from travel, disheveled and tired. “Were you expecting a robbery?”
Before you could answer, his expression shifted. The teasing warmth vanished. His features sharpened instantly, purple eyes turning cold and focused. His jaw tightened so hard you could see the muscle twitch.
“Caleb?” you asked quietly.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he marched through your apartment, throwing open doors one after another, scanning everything like he was clearing a battlefield. You followed him, confused, until he stopped in the middle of the living room. His eyes pinned you in place.
“What’s that smell?” he asked, eerily calm.
You blinked and then, despite yourself, burst out laughing. Caleb’s glare deepened immediately, a low growl slipping from his throat.
“Sorry, sorry,” you managed between laughs, wiping at your eyes. You put away the frying pan and walked toward him. Up close, you could see just how tense he really was.
“I was just a bit lonely while you were away,” you admitted softly. “So I started looking into perfume-making workshops. I wanted to create a cologne with your scent.”
Your voice softened into something more sincere. “Something I could keep with me.”
His chest heaved slightly at your words. Then, just like that, Caleb deflated. The tension drained out of him as he dropped his head onto your shoulder, letting out a slow breath he had clearly been holding.
“What,” you teased lightly, wrapping your arms around his waist, “you thought I had another man in here?”
“No,” he said immediately, too quickly.
That earned him another quiet laugh from you. You weren’t even surprised the next day when you walked into the workshop and found him there, already talking to the instructor, claiming he needed a perfume with your scent to help him stay sane on long missions
Rafayel
Your phone looked like it was about to take off from the sheer number of texts it was receiving.
You did not even need to check the screen to know who it was. Rafayel.
Any other time, you would have answered immediately. Partly because you genuinely did not want to upset your fishie, and partly because dealing with Rafayel in full dramatic meltdown mode was… exhausting. He would start claiming you hated him, that you were abandoning him, that your love had clearly been a lie. All because you took longer than five seconds to reply.
But right now, you were busy.
You adjusted the proportions again, adding just a drop more of the base note before swirling the vial gently. The scent shifted, closer, but not quite right. Not him yet.
Your phone buzzed again.
And again.
And again.
The vibration grew stronger, rattling faintly against the table like it might actually throw itself off the edge out of sheer desperation. You ignored it, too focused on the blend in front of you. This one had to be right.
Your phone lit up once more.
Rafayel: So you’ve decided to abandon me.
Another buzz.
Rafayel: At least have the decency to say it to my face.
Rafayel: I deserve that much.
You winced a little, but still did not pick it up. Ten more minutes passed. You barely noticed. Another message.
The scent in the vial had finally settled into something soft, layered, so unmistackenly him. It made your chest tighten. And suddenly, the silence on your left felt a little too loud. You’ve finally reached for your phone and looked through almost a hundred unanswered messages from Rafayel, each one getting more desperate then the last. Guilt hit you all at once. You cursed yourself and quickly typed back that you were on your way. The drive to his studio has been a blur. You were pretty sure you broke at least three traffic rules, but you didn’t care.
By the time you arrived, your heart was pounding. You slipped inside quietly, unsure of what you would find.
The studio was eerily silent.
Then you saw him.
Rafayel sat in front of a canvas, completely still, a brush hanging loosely in his hand. He did not blink. Did not move. It was as though all the energy he usually carried had drained out of him, leaving behind something hollow and fragile.
“Rafayel?” you called softly.
No response.
You stepped closer. “Hey… I’m here.”
Slowly, his head turned. Those blue-pink eyes locked onto you, and for a split second, something sharp flickered in them. Not anger. Not quite relief. Something deeper.
“You came,” he said quietly.
Then, just as quickly, his expression twisted. His lips trembled. His eyes glossed over and a stray tear rolled down his cheek. The second it left his skin, it turned into a deep blue pearl.
Your heart clenched painfully at the sight.
Rafayel had already turned away from you, back toward the blank canvas, as if looking at you any longer would make whatever was left of his composure disappear completely.
You sighed and walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I was at a perfume-making workshop. I was trying to capture your scent, you know.”
You nuzzled into his neck, taking a slow breath. His shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly.
“So you were trying to bottle me?” he asked, and there it was again that familiar note of amusement, fragile but returning. And you could hear the pout even beneath the teasing.
“Yes,” you admitted. “And you were being very dramatic.”
Rafayel let out a soft huff, though he still leaned back into you. “I was not being dramatic. I was being neglected.”
You smiled against his neck. “You sent nearly a hundred messages.”
“That only proves my point.”
At that, you finally felt the last of the tension in his body ebb away. He tilted his head just enough to brush his cheek against yours, and his voice dropped into something quieter, more genuine.
“Next time,” he muttered, “take me with you.”
And then, with a tiny wicked curve of his lips, he added, “Or at least reply before I start dying of heartbreak again.”
Zayne
Zayne had noticed something was different long before you said anything. At first, it was subtle. A small shift in the way you smelled when the two of you met. Barely there, easy to miss. He said nothing. He simply committed it to memory. Then it became consistent. Every time you were near him, the scent changed slightly. Not enough for most people to notice, but enough for him. Zayne waited. And when the pattern stopped being a coincidence, he finally asked.
“Have you changed your perfume?”
You were sitting together on a bench in a quiet corner of the park, far from the usual foot traffic.
“Hm?” You glanced at him, confused. “No, I didn’t change it. Why?”
Zayne adjusted his glasses and studied you more closely.
“No? It changed a few weeks ago,” he said evenly. “And it has been slightly different each time we’ve met since.”
You stared at him.
“You can tell that precisely?”
“It’s my job to notice even the slightest changes,” he replied as composed as ever.
A grin tugged at your lips. You reached into your bag, rummaging for a moment before pulling out a small glass vial.
“I’ve been trying to make this,” you said.
You gently took his wrist, applying a small amount of the perfume to his skin. Your fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary before you let go. Zayne lifted his hand, bringing it closer as he inhaled once.
The silence stretched.
“Well?” you asked, unable to hide the slight tremor in your voice. You clasped your hands together to steady them. “I’ve been working on it for a while. I even signed up for a perfume-making workshop. I wanted to create something that was… uniquely you.”
“It’s accurate,” he said at last.
Your heart skipped. “That’s it?”
Zayne reached for your hands, gently prying them apart and holding them in his own. His grip was firm, grounding.
“It’s not something most people would consciously notice,” he continued, tone calm and analytical. “But it aligns with your previous attempts. You refined the base. Reduced the sharper top notes. The composition is more balanced now.”
You blinked at him. “You can tell even that?”
“I notice everything about you.”
The words were simple. The weight behind them was not.
For a brief moment, his gaze softened just enough to make your breath catch.
“If this is meant to represent me,” he added, quieter now, “then you’ve done it correctly.”
Before you could respond, he lifted your hand slightly and pressed a brief, deliberate kiss to your wrist. When he pulled back, his expression had already settled into its usual composure.
“However,” he continued, as if nothing had happened, “you should be mindful of overexposure. Repeated inhalation of concentrated compounds…”
You laughed, cutting him off, and Zayne paused with the faintest hint of resignation in his eyes.
“I know, Doctor Zayne.”
Xavier
You woke to the insistent sound of your alarm.
With a quiet groan, you reached blindly toward your bedside table and turned it off. The room fell back into silence, warm and still, the kind that made it tempting to close your eyes again. You shifted, intending to get out of bed. A familiar arm slipped around your waist before you could move any further, pulling you back against a warm chest. Xavier nuzzled into the back of your neck. You giggled, squirming slightly as soft hair brushed against the back of your neck, tickling you.
“Xavie,” you murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “I need to get up.”
“Mhm…” he hummed, barely awake, his hold tightening just a little. “Stay. It’s too early anyway.”
You let out a breathy laugh.
“It’s not early, you sleepyhead. And I need to go somewhere.”
He did not respond right away. For a moment, you thought he had already fallen back asleep.
Then his grip shifted, subtle but firm enough to keep you in place.
“Where?” he asked quietly.
You hesitated for a second. “Just… somewhere.”
That earned you a soft exhale against your skin, almost like a sigh. His nose brushed along your neck again, slow and absentminded.
“You’ve been leaving a lot lately,” he said.
It was not accusatory. Just… a statement. You blinked, a little surprised by that.
“I have not,” you said, though it came out weaker than you intended.
“Mhm.” His voice was still calm, still soft but there was something more awake in it now. “You smell different every time you come back.”
That made you pause.
Xavier shifted slightly behind you, just enough to press his face closer to your neck again, inhaling slowly.
“I’m just trying to make something,” you quietly admitted.
He made a small, thoughtful sound but didn’t reply. You could feel it that he was waiting. Listening. And he wasn’t going to let you go until you explained.
“I signed up for a perfume-making workshop,” you continued softly. “I had this idea… to make a cologne with your scent.”
“Why?”
You shrugged slightly. “I just wanted to try something new.”
Then you hesitated for a second and decided to be honest.
“You scent calms me down,” you murmured. “Especially when you’re not here.”
The shift was immediate. One second, you were wrapped in his arms. The next, your world shifted. Xavier moved with sudden, quiet precision, turning you onto your back. The mattress dipped as he leaned over you, his knees settling on both sides of you. He pinned your wrists gently but firmly above your head.
“Xav?..” you squeaked, startled.
He was fully awake now.
His expression hadn’t changed much. Still that calm, unreadable look but his gaze felt sharper, more focused as it rested on you.
“If you recreate my scent perfectly…” he said, voice low and even, “will I still need to be here?”
The question lingered in the air, heavier than it should have been. You blinked up at him, your heart picking up pace. Not from fear, but from the strange weight behind his words.
“That’s not…” you started, then stopped, searching his face. “That’s not why I’m doing this.”
Xavier didn’t move. His grip didn’t tighten, but it didn’t loosen either.
“Then why?” he asked.
You swallowed.
“Because it reminds me of you,” you said softly. “Not replaces you.”
Something flickered in his eyes, subtle, but there.
His gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he leaned down slightly, just enough for his forehead to brush against yours.
“Good,” he murmured.
The tension eased. Not completely but enough. After a second, his grip on your wrists loosened, though he didn’t move away entirely. Instead, he rested there, close, his presence warm and grounding.
summary: in which you tell the lads boys that you’re not in the mood for sex.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi) everyone is lovely !!! rafayel is still a little weird !!! but he’s redeemable !!! no explicit mentions of gender (!!!) allusions to sex acts/brief mentions of sex acts, slight allusions to guilt/burden related to lack of sex (but it’s addressed so quick yes yes) that’s it (i think).
p.s. this is based on a req so THANK U i’m sorry again that it took me so long but i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡
a/n: this was a bit off track from the req but i tried to tie it back in FORGIVE ME…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
you have time, I have a request! (mainly for Kyle but) could you make the main four reacting to f!reader moaning while getting a back/shoulder massage? If you do, I’ll literally give you my soul
Plz and thank you
Ooh, okay! This was an interesting one! I got a little smutty with this but didn't go too wild because I wasn't sure if that's what you were looking for.... But I can do a very smutty part two if you want! 💖
💚 Kyle starts out clinically, like he's reading WebMD in his head. He genuinely wants to help.
Starts out focused, responsible, very therapeutic pressure only.
You moan once. A soft, involuntary sigh. His hands freeze like he just committed a felony.
His hands slow down, and his voice gets low: "Yeah? Right there?" and then he's unclasping your bra.
If you squirm a little under the pressure, his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile. "Don't move. I'm not done with you yet,"
The second you're moaning and praising him, he's practically shaking with restraint.
He starts like a boy scout and finishes like he's thinking about knocking you up. Because he is.
💙 Stan thought he was doing this platonically. For about ten seconds.
"Your skin's soft. Is that weird? Sorry. You're just really... Wow, okay. I'll shut up,"
Realizes he's touching your bare shoulders and short-circuits.
He keeps his voice low and soothing, like he's narrating a sleep meditation.
Will rest his chin lightly on the top of your head and/or your shoulder without asking.
You lean into him once and he almost starts humming without realizing it.
He whispers "You okay?" in your ear as if he didn't just get hard from rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.
🧡 Kenny is 30% massage therapist, 70% whore. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles like he's about to fix your life and ruin it in the same 20 minute time span.
He lives for how you react under him. Tiny gasps, shivers, the way your shoulders move. He's watching for it.
And yeah, he's definitely hard as fuck the whole damn time.
It's not a massage, it's foreplay. He's smug, skilled, and weaponizes tension for maximum tease.
💔 Cartman insists he's doing you a favor, but he really just wants an excuse to get his hands on you.
Complains the whole time but still makes you lay down while he sits on your thighs so he can "reach better,"
"You're gonna owe me. Big time. Like buying me cheese fries and sucking me off big,"
But he doesn't suck at it. He's weirdly good with his hands.
He won't admit it, but the second you go soft and trust him, he's melting. He'll be like, "Does that feel good? Like, for real?"
