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Gachiakuta men with a plus size/chubby reader who is insecure about her body headcannons? I am overweight myself and I genuinely have a hard time seeing any of the men being attracted to me 😭 BTW LOVE YOUR WRITING OKAY BYE!!
A/n: Hello there! I have a very similar ask in my inbox for Tamsy and Enjin dating a chubby reader so I've combined it with this! Glad you like my writing, TYSM! As a chubby reader myself, I can relate, but please know your F/O will always love you no matter what. Header is not all-inclusive of who I write for, FYI.
Warnings: None, fluff, mild body depictions, nothing graphic
DO NOT USE MY HEADER WITHOUT PERMISSION. ALL ART BELONGS TO KEI URANA.
°.‧ ꩜ Gachiakuta men with a chubby reader...
°.‧ ꩜ Enjin : Chubby/plus-size women are canonically Enjin's type. He's admitted he loves curves and with that comes softness and squish. Round belly, jiggly thighs, bubble butt? He'll go crazy, loving on all of you in every possible way. I think Enjin is also a biter and gives tight hugs when he gets cuteness aggression, so some cushion for the pushing would be great to reassure him you're not gonna break under his feisty handling. But at the core of it, you're his woman. He didn't fall in love for nothing; he's invested in you, no matter what you look like.
°.‧ ꩜ Zodyl : This is a man who could not care less what you look like. And I don't mean in that superficial way. No, he simply doesn't understand how being chubby can negate everything else you are. You're the only one who dares to go toe to toe with him, tell him if his plans are stupid, and has the capacity to change his mind. All very impressive facets if he does say so himself. So knowing how ambitious and fiery you are, how he possibly stay quiet when you have low self-esteem? This man will shut down any negative thoughts quick.
°.‧ ꩜ Gris : He's so comfort-coded that it's hard to feel down around this man. He'll hype you up every chance he gets, and as far as he's concerned, there's nothing you can wear that doesn't look amazing, no matter what you think of your body. Crop top, short-shorts, miniskirts? He has hearts in his eyes and will take a million selfies with you. You're his girl, and he can't get enough of you. If you tell him you're feeling bad about your body, he'll hug you so hard and reassure you, while also telling you not to hurt his favorite person.
°.‧ ꩜ Tamsy : Will get almost angry if you put yourself down. Yes, you're chubby, but that's not the only characteristic you have. He'll remind you of every other facet that makes you the whole package: brains, loyalty, a good sense of humor? Would he have fallen for you if you weren't amazing? He'll dole out some tough love, but in the end, it's only because it hurts him when you don't see yourself the way he sees you. Tamsy can clock something's worth with scary accuracy, and he saw how invaluable you are in his life. He won't stand for negativity when it comes to you.
°.‧ ꩜ Jabber : He will go full Moto-Moto on you. Girl you huge, and he ain't talking about your vital instrument. He doesn't care that you're chubby as long as your freak matches his. For him, it's about knowing how to work him on a mental level, and that means vibing with his dark and unconventional sense of humor as well as a shared interest in fighting and keeping him in check. He will remind of these aspects constantly, and that it's not the body that makes a woman, it's how she carries it that makes her irresistible.
°.‧ ꩜ August : Despite being the loud extrovert he is, August will get quiet if he hears you're not feeling great because of how you look, but he does everything he can to get you back on track. He just can't imagine how someone who's so put together, so beautiful, and so out of his league feels like she isn't pretty because of her body. For him, beauty can be found in all shapes in sizes, and you just happen to be his. He'll shower you with compliments and remind you there's no one else he wants to be with.
°.‧ ꩜ Bro Santa : He loves that soft, feminine energy from a big girl. After a long day of wrangling Team Child, he just wants someone to chill with and relax, and to him, nothing is better than your plump, squishy body. That fupa, thick waist, and round cheeks? All adorable and loveable, and he makes sure you know it. So what if you're chubby? It doesn't mean you're not worthy of love. You can complain, but he's only going to remind you that being chubby is just one part of you; he's in it for the whole. It wouldn't be love if he could pick and choose what he likes about you.
°.‧ ꩜ Zanka : Oh Zanka is someone who wants personality. The fact that you're chubby is simply a bonus to him. Zanka knows what it's like to be at your lowest and question everything about yourself. He will never allow you to feel inadequate just because of how you look. To him, you're the person who's had his back, laughed with him, and found the best places to eat. You're such a special part of his life, and he can't stand it when you're feeling bad. Zanka will always remind you of your strengths and encourage you to find the best parts of yourself.
trying to give Zodyl a kiss but he’s a bit too tall compared to your height so he effortlessly sweeps you up into his arms, bridal style, nose nearly brushing against your warm cheek for how close he was and just blankly stare at you — watching the heat and stunned expression wash all across your adoring face.
“Is this a better angle for you or is this too close?”
Got my 2nd and 3rd lobe repierced today and it got me thinking about Zodyl's earcuffs which may or may not be real piercings. I believe he wears the cuffs as a small, visible reminder of his own autonomy as many cults control their member's appearances. Though the extended healing process of cartliage piercings might have been too impractical for his lifestyle, especially when one considers the infection risk and the risk of the jewlery getting torn out in a fight.
I think he is fascinated by body mods and would silently adore both tattoos and piercings on his partner. I could see him being quite helpful during the early phases of a new piercing, keeping extra stock of ibuprofen and antibiotics. Mixing up homemade saline solution and finding a few different clothing options to keep the area hidden from dust and debris. Even asking them if they've kept up with the daily cleanings just as he asks them when they last ate something.
Zodyl, supremely observant as he is, will take note of their jewlery preferences. Base metal, plating metal, style. He may occassionally gift them a new piece. For ink, he keeps lotions and sunscreen around to keep the color bright.
has a serious staring problem. the type to suddenly appear in a room you’re in to stare at you for a bit before disappearing again
needs eyedrops bc he forgets to blink enough. sometimes you need to remind him
weird palate. he likes bitter foods and isn’t afraid to try new stuff… like at all
literally always snacking especially in the middle of the night
you can’t get him to take out spiders in the house because he keeps eating them
women hit on him all the time and he’s genuinely not interested and that’s why he doesn’t have much experience
probably aroace to an extent
gets mad when you call him unc bc of his attitude and his white hairs
doesn't own a lot of things but he takes good care of the stuff he does own and makes sure they're high quality products that'll last for a long time
definitely a stem major. lowkey a nerd but his aura is so intimidating no one would ever call him that
if he finds fresh roadkill, he’s bringing it home for dinner
natural body odor smells kinda dusty (technically not a hc but wtv) but he’ll wear cologne sometimes
was screened for psychopathy as a child (he’s not a psychopath, but certainly very stoic) and had a rough childhood cycling through foster care
THE poker face of all time
keeps his brows in shape. tbh takes good care of himself in general
an atheist. he despises religion and religious people sorry
an insomniac/night owl for sure
maybe an odd thing but he has an organ donor card so that his organs are immediately viable for a transplant if he dies
really into composting and reusing/recycling when possible. as for the point above, i don't think it's necessarily bc he's an environmentalist or cares about other people, he just hates any kind of waste on principle
can't smile properly (partially due to lack of practice)
guys WHO is the artist for the artwork!! i found it on pinterest and tried to reverse search and everything and couldn't find it...
TWs: discussion of cult dynamics, mentions of death/ illness/ injury, disscussion of child abuse, disordered eating, references to other character's backstories (minor spoilers mostly for those behind on the anime). Not graphic in nature, but be warned.
Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Urana-Sensei really invoked Zodyl's mentality while relaying his backstory to the audience. It's kept brief. Wasting no time in punching all of us in the gut, providing only just enough information to make it clear his lived experience has been awful. That his life was ruined before it could even really begin. Just as the Raiders' boss himself does not divulge any more details than necessary to Rudo, Urana-Sensei only confirms how Zodyl knows so much about the trash worshippers, what broke him so hard that he too could wield a Watchman Jinki, while tying his past to his present and establishing his personal creed. Everything else is left blank, leaving plenty of room for speculation.
What is series canon is across the Ground are extreme religious groups that worship the Sphere as a “Heaven”, deify the Spherites as Gods, Goddesses, or Angels, while sanctifying all the pollution the “higher beings” drop onto the world below as “blessings”. The sickness, maiming, death and destruction caused by the debris was not only normalized, but praised. To speak against it was to commit the sin of heresy (or blasphemy if the whole belief set is insulted). He, his mother and sister (there are no mentions of a father) were victims of one such cult. With a young Zodyl only being capable of helplessly watching his family die, presumably crushed by garbage. The loss of everything he held dear at a tender age being what hollowed out his soul enough for him to contain the excessive Anima that resides within the Watchman Coat, Mishra.
Urana-Sensei does not specify when this happened, but a rough timeline can be established. We learn that trash storms (as in trash falling directly from the Sphere) happen once every 6 years. Zodyl is 23, so he would have been 5 at the earliest, 11, or 17 at the latest. The maximum age is reinforced through learning that the Sileia tribe was annihilated 6 years prior to the events of the main story, as Noerde had met Zodyl before she lost her home. Meanwhile, he had already acquired the coat and was seemingly operating independently. Attempts to zero in on a specific age are harder as there’s a contradictory truth to consider: he may have always been big for his age as that’s common for children who grow to be tall, but it’s reasonable to expect the malnutrition he’s implied to have suffered through to have stunted his growth. Was he an oversized 5-year-old? Or was he a diminutive 11-year-old? Comparing him to how Amo looked in her own flashback (as she appears to be 3 to 6) makes me think Zodyl was 11. The way he speaks in that page and how he can fundamentally oppose the concept of trash being a blessing also adds to this. However, I acknowledge this may not be accurate.
Given the sect’s worship of the Sphere and the way the anime portrayed that fateful day, it’s fair to assume that the group held strong ties to Polluted Zones and perhaps even the 5 No Man’s Lands. Operating at least partially out of such places isn’t unreasonable to assume, though being a nomadic group that follows the Sphere’s path in constant pilgrimage to various dump sites sounds believable too. As high-control organizations rely heavily on isolation to maintain control and the trash worshippers were essentially a death cult, moving would have benefitted the clergy as devotees could not build bonds outside of their community that could potentially undo the brainwashing, or offer help fleeing. At the same time, by passing different villages and towns, recruitment of new members to replace the fallen would be ongoing. Also, the lonesome lifestyle and proximity to dangerous locations would act as a built-in punishment for opposition. Cults thrive on black and white thinking, thus even the slightest criticism towards their ideology, lifestyle, or leaders is unforgivable behavior. It is likely the threat of being abandoned in harsh, lethal, conditions with little population (except for human traffickers like Mister) was a common means of silencing conflict. Something likely utilized under the illusion of choice, “You may stay and repent, or leave before you do further harm to my flock.”
Zodyl is believed to be not only the sole survivor of his family, but the entire group. Again, the anime lends itself to this idea even more so than the manga, though the latter does not provide any contradictory information. This does raise the question of how did a little boy navigate through an ongoing trash storm and the immediate aftermath? How did a little boy get out of a Polluted Zone (or No Mans’ Land) alone? Without a respirator, a proper weapon, or general gear? Finding Mishra and using the Watchman Coat would be a relatively easy answer, however, there appears to be a gap period between Zodyl being orphaned and him donning the ancient Jinki for the first time.
A common shorthand for displaying a timeskip is to draw a character’s hair longer and/or otherwise alter the hairstyle. Here, his hair is notably longer, and he looks taller, sturdier overall. I see much less difference between him in this panel and one where he first met Noerde, than this panel and the previous one. Implying he was closer to 17 when he found Mishra, though it’s unclear whether the coat was dropped during a trash storm, or was found in a heap afterward, or in-between the 6 years. This may also explain why Mishra is in such disrepair too. If it had been abandoned for some time, weather and pests would have damaged the cloth. If it was dropped intentionally, other garbage could have snagged it on the way down. But if Zodyl has only had it for a few years, having not been a Giver and civilian beforehand, the coat most likely took hits while he was still learning how to fight. His clear oral fixation and possible pica aside because he’s clearly has torn it up himself, too.
Speaking of, while the Watchman Jinki seems to be somehow correlated to his disordered eating habits, it’s very likely these behaviors were preexisting. What we see paints him as having been rebellious. Considering many extreme groups promote fasting, enforce chronic malnutrition to keep followers weak, or wield lessened rations as a consequence; eating insects and live animals may have started as a means to keep his own strength up. Perhaps he even brought his catches home to his family while they were still alive. As the trash cult was hinted to have feasted upon food waste from the Sphere, he might have seen bugs and fresh kills as a better alternative.
The second ending, BAN, further illustrates potential possibilities into Zodyl’s past and his psychology. This is done through the visual metaphor of a conversation between him and Rudo, as they are foils. The point is to underscore layers of similarities and layers of differences that led to where they are and where the two are destined to go. This is a conversation in which they illustrate for one another what their life experiences have been. Rudo getting to “see” the Sphere fanatics, Zodyl then getting to “see” Regto’s corpse. A shared vision of a girl being crushed, but it means different things. To Rudo, the clip is his desire for revenge against the Spherites (including Chika), something yet to pass. To Zodyl, this is the sister he lost years ago. If we continue examining BAN through the lens of it foreshadowing Rudo’s future while relaying what has already happened to the Raiders’ boss, we get options. For example, the scene where a devotee is knelt before Rudo may not just be the boy “seeing” Zodyl’s past, but a vision that either Spherites will beg, or Rudo will be hailed as a hero of the Ground. Perhaps a mix of both?
Zodyl looking down upon what appears to be the outline of Regto could have another meaning as well. If he was not the sole survivor, then it’s possible he was unable to leave the sect immediately, killing whoever was left when he was able to survive on his own. An alternate interpretation, one I had during my first watch before truly understanding what I was seeing, is this could represent Zodyl usurping the Raiders from the previous boss. Again, there is no mention of a father, so perhaps it could be read as him standing before his own father figure. Patricide. Be it his biological one, an older male cultist who finished raising him, the Father, Priest, or Pastor of the trash Cult, maybe even the old boss if Zodyl had spent time amongst the ranks before taking over the thief caravan. Sacrifice, specifically the sacrifice of lingering humanity for the pursuit of higher goals, is a common theme for his character; a foil to Rudo regaining his own sense of personhood while still chasing self-made justice.
The last two scenes from BAN I want to talk about are the clips of Zodyl being hung by his boots vs. Rudo praying and the outstretched hands. The former is actually what clued me into searching for different interpretations of each clip. In Episode 1, Rudo was tied and bound to scaffolding before being dropped into the Pit, but it was by his wrists. If the ending is meant to be a 1:1 retelling, why is the Raider’s boss restrained so differently? Why is Rudo shown praying when we’ve never seen any instance of Zodyl doing so (not to say he never did, willingly or not)? The first connection I made was to the hanged man tarot card which speaks of contemplation and necessary sacrifice. The hanged man is a reminder that one cannot have it both ways, therefore they must choose what they truly desire, then let go of what does not serve that goal. Otherwise, they will remain limited, if not entirely stagnant. Again, this is a crucial theme of his character.
As for the parallel shots of Zodyl and Rudo reaching for the great blue sky, I think a crucial factor is overlooked. Yes, there is the nudge that no one ever offered the future Raiders’ boss guidance, which I don’t necessarily think is wrong. But would he have accepted it had been? When everyone (especially caregivers and authority figures) in someone’s life is unreliable, even actively dangerous, there is no safety found in numbers. Instead, comfort and stability are found in isolation and self-reliance. This is referred to as Avoidant Attachment. Given his circumstances, this is most likely how Zodyl operates interpersonally, meaning it’s entirely possible there was someone who tried to offer him a bond. He just couldn’t accept it or act upon it in good faith. There is something deeply self-destructive and self-condemning about the man that gives this potential. Just as he chose to discard his humanity in order to take down the Sphere, he may have severed every chance he got at reformation. Look at Rudo, who has seen both the good in people through Regto and the Cleaners, and the nastiness through fellow Spherites and Groundling antagonists. This dichotomy in the reliability of people can generate Disorganized (also called Anxious-Avoidant or Preoccupied) Attachment, which comes with a feeling of being inherently flawed while also having conflicting feelings towards others. Nonetheless, this would mean Rudo is marginally more primed for connection than Zodyl is, which factors into circumstances just as much. But it’s just as likely no one ever tried, or at least, no one with good intentions.
There are other implications made through the canon text and artwork that are not explicitly confirmed nor debunked. I have always assumed that Zodyl was raised within the cult, at least partially, but a Redditor u/DaGorping pointed out that there is a possibility that the Typhon family were merely caught in the crossfire of a sermon as the sect was canonically aggressive and forced participation. It’s an interesting point to consider, but I personally think Urana-Sensei's intent was for the three of them to have been among the faithful flock. Which has made me question Mother Typhon’s role in all this and how that affected her children. Was she herself raised within the the trash cult and somehow survived into adulthood? Was the father of Zodyl and his sister absent, dead, or abusive? In real-life, high control groups prey upon the vulnerabilities of women and children, especially single mothers who are desperate. Could the figurehead, or another prominent member such as an apostle, have been the father or stepfather; meaning the children were utterly failed by both parents? Who is restraining Zodyl in that one panel? The figure has always looked feminine to me. Is it his own mother and he’s screaming at her to let him go? Is it another cultist and he’s calling out for the loved ones he cannot reach?
Lastly, we the audience know that Watchman Jinkis can stabilize their wielder’s health conditions as Rudo’s 3R soothes the joint and connective tissue pain in his hands. The Raiders’ boss comes off as relatively healthy, but is he really? Trauma is connected to the development of various chronic illnesses, and this isn’t considering all the wounds he may have acquired through a life of crime and fighting. The lasting side effects that may be obscured. Spending a childhood amongst dirt, debris, rot, mold almost has to have destroyed his lungs. H.pylori from contaminated water could cause ulcers, inflammation, even cancer. Parasitic infections could have occurred from eating off the ground. Salmonella and E.Coli would be among the risks too. Who knows how many serious afflictions the Anima in Mishra is compensating for.
Regardless, Zodyl is a rather mysterious character with a number of quirks and flaws that prompt questioning. We know just enough about him to have a broad understanding of his psychology and motivations, but there’s a lot left unspoken. This is both odd given Shounen animes are often very heavy handed in sharing a major character’s past, but also refreshing when it’s obvious that this character isn’t meant to be an open book. And from the perspective of a fanfic writer, this creates space for various different interpretations and headcanons, which is invaluable. Hopefully this analysis will aid other writers in crafting their own versions of Zodyl and inform potential plots he could be situated in.
TWs: discussion of cult dynamics, mentions of death/ illness/ injury, disscussion of child abuse, disordered eating, references to other character's backstories (minor spoilers mostly for those behind on the anime)
I got my essay style analysis of Zodyl's backstory done and am having a good friend beta read it for me. When they're done, I'll post it here and on A03, just be warned it's pretty dark since it covers cult tactics and abuse.
Grumpy/Tired hug from Zodyl when he's just waking up next to his S/O
There was a crack in the curtain and a stray ray of light hits Zodyl's eyes, which scrunch at the unwanted intrusion. Last night's raid had exhausted him and it was too early in the morning to get this irritated. But he couldn't help it; why hadn't he had the sense to check before coming to bed?
The bed was warm and cozy, not to mention your soft, sleepy body was pressed up against his, trusting and slumbering peacefully. It would only take a second to reach the window and yank the curtain fully shut but breaking the moment felt wildly illogical.
He tried to roll away from the harsh light that was determined to rouse him from sleep, then freezes as you mumble sleepily and snuggle deeper into his chest.
"Gotta go?" Your voice issues from his chest and his annoyance with the sunlight dissolved immediately.
"No," he rasps, pulling you into a warm embrace, his hand patting the back of your head. "Go back to sleep."
You hum contentedly, and Zodyl decides that perhaps the light wasn't as rude as he thought it was; obviously it was trying to make sure he saw how adorable you looked this morning before he began his day.
But it does come with Trigger Warnings. House of Secrets, Ptolemaea and Kisses & Kerosene (12, 29, 40) contain screaming, disturbing sound effects, women and children survivors of abuse including SA. Kisses & Kerosene contains graphic descriptions of torturing an abuser for revenge. Anti-religion themes. Discretion is advised!
Also, I manually selected the track order. If it's your first listen, please don't shuffle. Lastly the Youtube version has three additional songs that weren't available on Spotify.
Their Reaction to You Walking in on Them Jerking Off
warnings/tags: established relationships, smut, masturbation, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism(?), dick piercing mention in tamsy's
feat: zodyl, jabber, & tamsy x gn!reader (separately)
a/n: finally got around to doing these so hopefully they're at least decent cuz i lowk lost the plot at some point. i can def do a part 2 for some of the other characters but this has been sitting in my drafts for a minute and i realized i never edited it LMAO. anyways to everyone that wanted a tag ;; @6xillaa @sugarrushinn @jabbersstalker @satiiv-a
wc: 1.7k* (just about)
𑣲 ZODYL
The concept of catching him off guard in general… he'd def be doing it on purpose when he has his bedroom door cracked open or something while the rest of the raiders are out to see what you'd do
You'd think it was just another one of his mind games if you didn't know him, and even then you've never fully understood the thought process behind some of the things that man does
I feel like he'd only really get off every now and again if he's super stressed out anyways because it relaxes his body more than anything else can (besides you), and even then it's lowkey uncanny cuz he barely makes any noise (he's so intimidating it's hot i mean what)
You don't know why you can't move. It's almost like your feet are tethered to the ground, stuck as you swallow down the lump in your throat.
There's no way he hasn't realized you're there considering you were just calling out for him a second ago. Heat swarms deep in your stomach, your thighs unconsciously pressing together and eyes squinting to get a better look.
Zodyl has his pants pushed down his legs just enough to free his cock, long, thick fingers wrapping around the base and stroking to the tip. Slow, calculated. He dips a thumb into the slit, collecting the pre that's already welling up there.
His face is drawn in the same neutral expression you're used to, the slight scrunching of his nose and soft breaths he lets out being the only things that betray him.
Your tongue darts out to lick across your lips, and you hum, wondering what he's thinking about.
He moves as if he has all the time in the world, like one of the other Raiders couldn't just suddenly appear at any given second.
His hair obscures his eyes, two-toned locks still damp from his shower. You probably didn't have to worry about being questioned when you were a leader, you guessed.
"Hey," you jump at the imposing voice, straightening up almost instantly. You could swear your heart was about to beat out of your chest, because he's looking right at you now, but he doesn't stop. You open your mouth to respond. He beats you to the punch.
"How long did you plan to just stand there?" He asks, a rhetorical question. You simply step inside in response and shut the door behind you, a nervous smile tugging on the corners of your lips.
It didn't take a genius to get what he was insinuating, after all.
𑣲 JABBER
Everyone and their mother knows he'd rather have you on top of him, because you're not afraid to hurt him while you're at it. Like, really hurt him; it came with the territory of dating Jabber as a whole
He'd practically beg for it, shaky hands bringing your own up to his throat while you rode him, or he'd tilt his head back to expose the expanse of his throat—inviting you to bite
But you aren't always right there to help him whenever he gets needy, Raider duties and all that. So he finds ways to keep himself occupied until you're back, much to everyone else's annoyance
If that includes edging himself to the point pained tears well up in his waterline, then that was his own business. You'd take care of him soon enough, right?
You get back to headquarters later than usual, off on some wild goose chase of a mission that Zodyl sent you on. Sometimes you wish he would be more straightforward with what he meant.
For a man who loathed mincing words, there were sure a lot of unspoken things he just expected you all to get. It was mildly amusing on a good day and beyond frustrating on a bad one.
You sigh and adjust the purple lamp that sits on your hip. The eery atmosphere of the base would likely freak anyone else out, but it's become a sort of odd comfort somehow. Something you've grown used to.
Unsuprisingly, the only time it's really loud is when Jabber's around to bug somebody or get into petty fights with Cthoni and Noerde.
Him not being around is what's odd, though. He's normally lingering around the front entrance for you, or he would have blown you up to ask where you are.
Your chokers been radio silent all day, though. You purse your lips in thought, making your way down the dimly lit hallway towards the bedrooms. They're dingy, but they work.
"Jabbs?" You say, voice echoing off the walls. There's no immediate answer other than the gentle swinging of chains from the hanging cages above.
The others were nowhere to be found, apparently. Maybe he's asleep?
You finally round the corner, approaching his room that's at the very end of the hall. The lights on, the usually locked door wide open, so you take it as permission to go in.
"Jab-" you're cut off by a sharp whine that takes you a second to process. And then it hits you all at once, the sight of Jabber white-knuckling his sheets and the other fisting his dick.
He's so into it he's gasping for breaths, eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure.
The wet schlick, schlick, schlick sounds have you getting hot under the collar, the glide of Mankira on his shaft being the first thing that catches your eye.
He's not even trying to be quiet either, teeth sinking so deeply into his bottom lip that you're surprised he hasn't drawn blood yet. He rolls his hips up into his hand, loud moans trailing into unsteady whimpers.
He must've been at it for awhile, his pace only picking up once he notices you cough to clear your throat, slowly moving closer to his sprawled out form. Outside clothes be damned.
"H-haah- ffuck…" he keened, your name dripping off his tongue sweet like honey.
"Not g-gonna leave me hangin', are you?" He mutters, pink eyes trained on every little sway of your hips.
You slot yourself between his thighs, your knees digging into the mattress. "Been thinkin' about ya ever since you l-left this morning."
It'd be mean to leave him like this.
𑣲 TAMSY
Tamsy is sooo #1 example of don't judge a book by its cover, he's a FREAK (we been knowing this), but it's increased tenfold when he has a pretty little outlet to take things out on. Namely, you.
You've lost count of how many times you've had to explain away the deep red rope marks on your wrists, soothed only by the warmth of the blondes tongue on your skin.
He's taken you apart and put you back together like it's second nature on more than one occasion, that velvety tone of his laced with venom
You being on Team Akuta makes it near impossible for him to really have any privacy with you. He's settled for stolen moments in the dead of night, when the stress and lethargy of the days reached its peak and made way for something more heady.
He loves how glossy your eyes get when he kisses you senseless, nipping your ear and muttering a mocking 'breathe for me, angel'
So, no, he doesn't need to get himself off, but he will in a pinch. Picturing your head in his lap or the way you clench around him when you finish brings him over the edge faster than he cares to admit
He's not expecting you to be awake. In fact, the entirety of HQ's wound down for the night. Even August is snoring away at his desk like some workaholic.
You'd taken on a particularly tough trash beast earlier today, walking away with a few minor scrapes and bruises that Eishia had fussed over the mere second you'd strolled back in with the rest of Akuta.
She'd told you to take it easy for the evening, no exceptions. You'd hardly managed to contain your laughter when Tamsy jokingly stuck his tongue out at you from behind her.
That's precisely why he doesn't hear the soft rap of knuckles against his door at first, too engrossed in himself to think twice about it. The collar of his shirts wet with drool, desperate groans muffled by the thin fabric.
There's some shuffling outside, and then another knock, a bit louder this time.
"Tamsy?" You whisper, blinking to adjust to the darkness. "Can I come in?"
You try the knob after a couple beats of silence, half-asleep and holding a blanket around your body. You can already guess what he'll say when you tell him you couldn't fall asleep without him next to you again, the tease.
You're not embarrassed enough to go sulking back across the hall, the tension releasing from your shoulders once it gives no resistance. You peek your head in, and your breath catches in your throat.
Tamsy's there, and you can make out the outline of his body he tends to hide behind loose clothes.
A folded pillows shoved between his legs, his hips rutting against it in messy strokes, every deliberate drag of his hard cock dampening the white case.
He's leaking all over it, completely lost to the rest of the world, and it takes everything in you not to stay there watching dumbfounded.
"Tams…"
He whips his head around in surprise, eyes blown wide and his long hair sticking to his forehead. It quickly melts into a look of recognition, his bright, golden lashes drawing you in.
"H-hah, seems you've caught me at a bad time, angel," he coos, letting out a shuddery exhale.
The glint of the moon coming through the half open window makes the circular, metal barbell sparkle.
He toys with it, and the noise he makes is downright filthy. Like he's putting on a show for you, always in control of the situation even when it seems like it's the opposite.
You're at a loss for words, torn between wanting him to put you to sleep and wanting to watch him cum just like this.
He catches your hesitation, a sly smile breaking you out of the fog clouding your brain.
You don't particularly have a self-esteem problem. No. In some angles, you think you look cute. If you feel bold on that day. But the mockery you grew up with, made it clear where you stood in the beauty scale.
That's mostly why, when you were invited to the Masquerade with your Cleaner friends, it was amazing!
The Masquerade where you met your current boyfriend, Zodyl Typhon. The very own leader of your enemies.
It's a weird situation to say the least. There was a formal agreement(!) between your boss and him to keep you out of the intrigues of Raiders and Cleaners.
You're current laying on his chest, admiring his face after one of your - delicious - sessions.
"Zodyl...?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you dating me?"
"What do you mean, 'why'?"
You feel a little frustrated because you have the sensation he will go philosophical with you.
"You know what I mean. I am not pretty. And considering the agreement you have with boss, I am not useful to your plan either. Hell, I'm not even a Celestial to give you something to work with... Why me?"
You see him frown. Groan. As if the question made him profoundly annoyed. As if it was such a stupid question with an obvious answer.
"Why not you?"
"That's not an answer..." You pressed.
"Do you want the short or the long answer?"
You blink, surprised that he apparently does have one. He doesn't wait for you to decide.
"Short answer is... I feel connected to you."
Oh. That was a good answer, but he doesn't stop.
"The long answer is... I like the way you kiss. The way you touch. The way you moan my name among praises and narrow the world to that single moment I have with you. No plans. No worries. No revenge. I like the way the hum of the world is lower when you're in my arms. I like the way your face is not a mask of perfection. Because perfection is always boring. It's always a distraction. And I want something... Someone interesting." He cups your cheeks, with his dark eyes glued to yours. "And the next time you dare to say you're not pretty or useful, I am edging you until you cry."
