MDNI, suggestive/no smut, short fic , no proofreading
Follo was at his last straw as he stumbled into his room with you in tow. He couldn’t help himself, seeing just how flawless and beautiful you looked while fighting alongside him at the most recent mission had him looking at you with burning passion. The car ride back to HQ almost made him act out and have you right there on the leather seats right in front of everyone, but he held it in.
Until now
He was more rough than he usually is with you, frantic, and panting lightly against the side of your neck. His lips trailed down your damp skin, trailing warm and wet kisses down your jugular before finding his favorite spot and sucking a dark mark against your skin. Hands trailing down your body before he leaned back and sighed, eyes lidded as they locked with yours.
“Get undressed.” he whispered into your ear, his voice husky and low, making your thighs rub together instinctively.
The moment your uniform dropped onto his floor along with his, you barely had time to say anything before his lips were back on yours. It was almost overwhelming on how easy he was being now, as if the clumsy and shy Follo you knew a year prior stopped existing altogether! Ever since he became a Giver he was gained more confidence than you could handle.
“Please I just..” he pants against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he opens his eyes. Pathetic but utterly beautiful orange eyes finding yours, “…I need you. I need you so bad, let me have you.. just for tonight.” He whimpered as his lips pepper down your throat to your shoulder.
MDNI , suggestive but no smut , short fic, no proofreading 😓💔
Free time with your boyfriend is nothing short than scarce. You two are either on missions that take days, or on random side quests.
But this small moment right now are some you cherish. You two were snuggled up on his warm bed while you draped your legs over his lap as you lean against the wall and listen to him ramble about a recent mission.
However, much to your dismay, you stopped listening maybe five minutes ago. You couldn’t help it, he just looked oh so handsome from this angle. His soft features, his hair that you know is soft to the touch, and that neck of his.
Your eyes locked on it immediately ignoring everything he was saying a moment ago, and that’s IF you were paying attention. Before you knew it, you leaned in and gave him a kiss right against his jugular, eyes closing.
You leaned back to look at him, only to see him flushed, eyes wide, mouth agape in shock. “W-what was that for?! That was completely random.” He asked, his ears turning a faint red. You shrug, smirk forming on your face as you lean closer, peppering more kisses against his neck as you slide into his lap.
Slowly, his hands slid to your waist, letting his head tilt back to give you extra room for you to continue your love on his throat. “Guess I’m just irresistible, huh? Were you even paying attention to what I’ve been saying for the last ten minutes?” He asked, smirking a little as he looked at you, pinching your waist.
“I was.. just for a little bit..” you mumble against his skin before finally making your way to his face. His eyes softened as he looked at you, shaking his head in disbelief before leaning in and capturing your lips in a soft slow kiss. “You’re lucky I love you.” He mumbled against your lips.
The clouds finally dimmed as your team finally reached HQ after a tiresome long mission with the rest of your team. All you wanted to do was go lay besides your lover, who was none other than Shinkage.
It didn’t take long to head to his room, knocking lightly at the door for him to recognize you by the code. “Come on, baby. My feet are killing me..” you whine until he finally unlocked the door and led you inside.
His room was kinda dark, trash littered in the corner, an anime body pillow when you’re absent, ramen noodle cups, energy drink cans, the usual. He peaked slowly from under his heavy blanket, yellow eyes meeting yours as you sat down besides him.
“H-hey, baby..” he whispered under his breath, looking away flustered as you leaned against his side despite being together for a couple of months. It took courage, patience, and determination to get him out of his shell and into your arms. A whine left his lips as you peppered kisses along his cheek, laughing at his fluttered face that only illuminated by the small security tv he had in front of him to check for any intruders.
“I missed you..” you sigh into his arms, embracing the smell of faint sweetness and sweat, you never cared anyway. He was yours, and from the looks of it, will never leave.
He stiffened instantly, of course, but after a few moments let arm arm snake around your waist as his blanket gently rested on your shoulders as you rambled about your most recent mission. His eyes lingered on you and the tv, whining a little when you snuggled too close.
He only noticed when you felt heavier on his side, glancing down to find out you fell asleep. Internally? He was panicking, heart was beating faster than usual. On the outside? He.. just looked lik a frozen statue.
You completely broke him..for what could be the 45th time that month.
Follo spent most of his afternoon celebrating his birthday with the other cleaners. A present from Gris and Tomme, a fixed figure from Rudo, training alongside Zanka, and more from those close to him. It was late now and he hasn’t seen you since the morning before his mission.
He was confused and slightly saddened. Were you mad at him? Did something happen? Were you on some late night mission? He checked your bedroom and found.. nothing.
His thoughts clouded his mind when he finally went into his bedroom.. eyes downwards to see the red fake flower petals leading to his bed. He looked up and found you, laying on his bed in lingerie and a ribbon bow keeping your thighs closed. You giggled as he stood there shocked, his bedroom door slowly closing behind him with a soft click.
“Happy birthday, Follo..” you whispered, tilting your head slightly as your smile widened at his shocked face, “don’t you wanna open your present?”
Before he knew it, he was over you, his arms caging you in as his orange eyes locked on yours, especially that grin of yours. “Fuck.. you’re so..” he barely was able to think before he crashed his lips against yours, finding your hands were also wrapped together. “How’d you even do this yourself?” He checked, kissing down your neck before slowly sucking on a spot.
“Mm.. it took.. fifteen minutes to do it..” you said breathlessly, eyes closed shut as you relaxed into his kisses. He kissed down your stomach, lips brushing against the lace fabric before finding your thighs wrapped in a ribbon. He chuckled, shaking his head by how outrageous this scene is, but he was loving every second of this.
You’ve noticed how much he’s changed since he became a giver; confidence skyrocketed, happiness, and maturity. Sure, you missed how he was so shy at times but this? This was perfect.
A low moan left your lips, snapping out of your thoughts as you felt a long lick against your folds. You look down, finding his eyes already locked on yours, ribbon off your thighs, and his tongue slowly caressed your clit. His hands spreading your thighs apart. “You always taste so good, baby. Better than the cake I ate earlier..” she groaned, taking his time with your pussy.
Soft moans left your lips, tied hands caressing his black locks, brushing against the scar on the side of his head. “Follo..! Wait..! I’m gonna cum..!” You gasp, hips grinding against his face before he leaned back right before you came.
“Come on, don’t look at me like that. You’re my birthday present, remember?” He chuckled, beginning to undress himself. You panted as you watched his shirt and pants come off, eyes tracing over his body with a small grin. He was so deliciously handsome, and so deliciously yours.
A gasp left your lips as he grabbed your tied hands, pinning them over your head his free hand hoisting your leg over his hip. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful for me like this..” he sighed deeply, his tip rubbing against your wet folds, coating in your sweet honey before he slid in slowly.
A loud moan erupted from you both as he bottomed out, feeling him snug inside your warm walls with his tip pressing against your cervix. “Never as easiest as the first time..” he said shakily as he moved slowly, his head falling against your shoulder as his hands caress your thighs.
“Follo.. you feel so good..” you moan against his neck as Follo kisses you neck, his pace gradually increasing as the wet sounds of skin against skin filled the room. Your moans we’re echoing off the wall, hoping whoever wanted to give Follo one last birthday gift waited until the next morning.
“Fuck..! I’m gonna cum, baby. Come with me..?” He asked sweetly into your ear, rubbing your clit fast until you orgasm finally washed through you. He fucked you through it before quickly pulling out and cumming on your thighs and pussy.
You both panted hard as he slowly laid down besides you, slowly undoing the bow on your wrists, a weak smile on his face. “Thank you for the best gift ever..” he whispered, kissing your lips.
Y'all seriously need to lay off Kei Urana with these ships because Gachiakuta isn’t a romance manga, and she isn’t interested in shipping. Besides, you don't need your ship to be supported by the creator and made canon to continue shipping it. Just enjoy your ships and leave the creators out of it because constantly hassling them about it only succeeds in aggravating them.
OVERVIEW. it’s been a long day and you haven’t seen much of each other and it’s starting to eat at you, though your husband knows not to keep you waiting for too long.
CONTENT. implied marriage, lots of kisses, fingering, oral (f), unprotected sex, dih in vih, reader cries a little, no y/n usage, lots of gentleness, some love bites/marking, missionary, some fluff, pet names used: sweetheart, sugar, my love
WORD COUNT. 3.2k
NOTE. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG they had me working a lot..... also i lowkey wasn’t gonna write for this guy yet cause tbh i’m anime only… (ik bummer😞) and i don’t really know much abt his character yet. but he so damn fine and these fanfics and hcs i be getting of him in my fyp girl…. i feel like im missing out on the fun :( based on this request.
It’d been a long day—for both of you in fact. You'd been laying on the couch with an arm draped over your eyes. you nearly fall asleep like that with how quiet the rest of the house was, but ever since you’ve gotten married your body has conditioned itself to only sleep when you’re all cuddled up in your husband’s strong arms.
so, you’re in this weird state where you’re bordering sleep but also not comfortable enough to sleep. arkha was quick to notice this—like he does most things—and smiles at the thought while also trying to get home on time so you can get your much needed rest. and tonight was no different.
8:20 pm. that's the time he usually comes home, but it'd been an hour since then. you almost worry—almost. it when the door of your shared home immediately opens just as the thought occupies your mind.
your husband's towering frame crossing the threshold of the front door, squashing any worries that'd been developing. "sorry i'm so late, sweetheart." his voice rich and oh so soft on your ears when you lift your arm from its place on your face, peering over at him with a warmness he could never get tired of seeing.
with an airy chuckle and a soft smile, you shrug. "it's alright. just glad you're here," you trail as you slide off the couch, sashaying across the tiled flooring as he shut the door behind him and toed off his shoes, your hands finally finding their place—one on his shoulder, the other resting on his chest. "in one piece." you sigh out, grateful.
his burly hands delicately grasp onto your hips, slipping under the baggy shirt to thumb over the skin tenderly as he gazes down at you with such sentimentality that—if possible—you'd be able to hear it. hear the way his iron tinted eyes remained utterly enthralled by all that is you, hypnotized by the mere sight of you and your raw beauty.
his lips meet the skin of your forehead, lightly grazing your eyelids and cheeks before properly capturing you lips in his plush ones. "missed you." he whispers against your lips, hands gently sliding up from your hips to your waist, kneading at you as he feeds on the sweetness of your mouth.
he moves with no real urgency, only slow, intoxicatingly honeyed movements against your lips—savoring each second he has with you. when the kiss finally ceases, it's just as sweet—just as slow. pulling away from your beautifully swollen lips as if he was tempted to ensnare them once more, but settles for leaving a quick, gentle peck on the corner of your lips, letting your noses brush up against one another before meeting your eyes once again.
his smile—looks like home in your eyes—is earnest as he drinks in the sight of you again. "i don't wanna keep you from your beauty sleep for too long, sugar." he snickers, nodding towards your bedroom down the hall as his hand feels at where your hip and waist connect, again. "let's get you to bed?" he hums, moving to walk to bed with you by his side, but your feet remain planted to the floor as you peer at him with furrowed brows.
"what's that look for?" he bites back a laugh. he knows what that look is for, but he wants you to confirm his conclusion. "we hardly have time together like this, arkha." you whine. "and we're just gonna go to bed?" the pout that adorns your lips is ridiculously cute, he can't help the laugh that leaves his throat as he moves closer to you once more. "then what is it you need, my love?" he coos.
had you been anyone else you would've thought the smile that creeped on his lips was pure adoration—and well, it is—but you catch the glimmer of self-satisfactory in his eyes and with an exasperated huff, you begrudgingly murmur. "want you to fuck me..." you trail, gaze focused on anything but him.
his large footsteps are just hushed thuds against the floor as he moves closer to you. gingerly, he cups and guides your face with a soft hand so you're properly facing his, eyes lagging behind before finally meeting his. "how 'bout i make love to you instead?" the lilt of his voice was dulcet, silken upon your ears alongside the tender smile that never seems to leave his face when he's with you—it's too much, he must be trying to kill you.
you merely nod and utter out a meager, "i'd like that" as your eyes waver, struggling to hold his out of sheepishness. though, before you know it, your feet are off the ground. he hoists you into his sturdily built arms in one scoop—as if you weighed nothing and well, to him you probably did. you can't contain the small yelp that slips from your lips at the sudden action, arms rushing to wrap around his neck.
the walk to your shared chamber is quick, but silent—though the silence is warm, filled with a fondness that only the two of you have grown used to. you couldn't wish for anything more. arkha lays you delicately upon the mattress, one of his hands providing him support as he leans over you, his other hand sliding from beneath you to latch onto your waist, soothingly rubbing at the skin as his lips capture yours in another enchanting kiss. you can taste a hint of something sweet when your tongues mingle with one another, smiling at the nicety—shuddering further into his benign grasp as his fingers creep lower, soothing at the moist warmth through the lace of your panties.
you shy away from his soft, wet lips—covered in a thin sheen of your shared saliva—with a shaky breath as he applied just enough pressure to get your body reeling further into his touch as he massaged your tender bud in a circular motion. his eyes flutter open, drinking in the sight of you attempting to cover your mouth in hopes to subdue your already hushed mewls, eyes refusing to meet his incessantly loving gaze that's complimented by a soft smile, all the while your body practically begs him for more without uttering a word.
his motions pause, snapping you out of your pleasure-drunken haze with a soft whine. before you can huff out a protest, he takes your hand in his—kissing at the lines on your palm and the ring adorning your finger, trailing upwards till his plush lips caressed your shoulder. silver orbs gaze up at you through his lashes. "please don't hide from me, sugar." his voice a mere sigh masking the whine threatening to escape his maw. the hand he'd once held yours with was now running over the skin of your arm, while his other hand crept past the barrier of your panties.
"you wanted me to make love to you, right?" the mattress dips under you both as he kneels in between your legs, breath hot against your neck, fingers ghostly in their touches on your slick folds. "so, let me." thick fingers dip into your velvety center, eliciting a choked out noise from you. "let me hear how good i make my gorgeous wife feel." he licks at your neck, sending a chill down your spine as he goes over the pulse point before suckling on the skin—never using teeth as he decorates your skin in his adoration for you.
the little gasps that flux into poorly restrained whimpers seep past your trembling lips like the purest of water as his fingers—while gentle and lovingly slow—remain relentless in their curt prods at your cervix and sweet caresses along your walls, searching for that spot that always gets you awry; body shuddering as tears bubble at your waterline.
his kisses slip farther; lower. airy pecks left upon your malleable mounds before he catches a nipple in his mouth—licking, sucking, and softly nibbling on the bud as his fingers persist in their unhurried abuse on your cunt, vulgar squelches echo through the room as your arousal soaks his digits and leaks onto the bed through your utterly drenched panties while he shifts his attention to the other nipple.
he catches onto the way your pussy flutters around him, picking up the pace just enough to urge you closer to your imminent release, licking a fat, wet stripe along the expanse of your middle and stomach, stopping at your waistline to suckle on the skin till it bruised.
he groans with you as you mewl out how close you are, his throaty groan is a pleasant hum on you skin—the vibrations spread throughout your lower half as the tip of his fingers graze one of your walls. you jolt up at the overwhelming sensation, lips part to cry out in ecstasy but nothing comes out—only a short, sharp inhale—and that's when he hums with a hint of triumph hidden behind satiation. he'd found it; the spot that rendered you a blubbering mess in his arms.
he focuses on that sole spot, relishing in your whiney sobs as you weakly grab at his shoulders—the knot forming in your abdomen, was now on the verge of snapping with each 'come hither' motion against your walls. gasps tear from within your lungs, rushing to be heard as you whimper out a, "cumming—'m cummingg!" and with one final caress, it snaps.
the room is silent for a split second; air is forced out from your lungs in the form of a muted cry as your orgasm washed over you—shattering you as your body tremored as it wracked through you. it's dizzying. though, when your bleary eyes catch his soft, encouraging orbs gaze up at you from in between your legs, tears cloud your vision further.
arkha's kisses on your thigh are grounding as he whispers a low, reassuring "you're alright" against the skin, slowly unsheathing his fingers from inside of you. it eases you as your high ebbs, tears still fall from their place on your waterline, but arkha's quick to wipe them away with a gentle thumb before he kisses the dampened streaks the tears left in their wake—kisses that trail up to the soft skin of your lids then down to the tip of your nose before capturing your lips in another one of his deliriously sweet kisses.
his forehead rests against yours as your lips part with a wet pop, allowing you to relax into him. "how're you feeling, sweetheart? you think you can handle a little more, or is that enough for tonight?" he purrs and you whine—still yearning as you tug at his shirt. "more" is all you utter out, breathlessly.
pupils blown wide with a hunger he nearly doubts he can satisfy, but when traces the damp pattern of you lace panties, he huffs out a chuckle before peeling the material off of your frame and later stripping you of your shirt too. he slips back between the warmness of your thighs, leaving sloppy, mind-numbingly tender kisses in his wake, shifting to kiss at the crevice where your thigh and waist connect prior to licking at your clit—peering up at you with those sultry, gray eyes through heavy lids as he rips a breathy whimper from you as your back arches, just a bit.
he always looks so...ethereal when he revels in the taste of your honey-sweet core, shamelessly slurping up the juices that ooze salaciously from you as his tongue seeps lower, filthily scraping against your plush walls as he flutters his eyelids shut. "mmghah" you whimper as you arch further into his lips, hands pawing pathetically at the sheets before clawing at the pillow beneath you, slamming your head back into the soft cushion as your body twitched with each wet suck he'd give your throbbing clit before going back to exploring your cunt with his tongue. fuuckk, you can't even look at him as he indulges in you, and the lewd slurps and guttural groans against your core make it worse.
you just came and you already feel the tingly knot forming once again. your thighs quiver as they attempt to close, but strong hands halt their movements, pushing them up against your tummy. purposefully nudging your clit with his nose as he practically makes out with your cunt. you're reduced to nothing but a whiney gasping mess as you near your second orgasm. you feel the waves teeter closer, closer, and closer. the feeling is constant now but not quite crashing yet, though arkha knows this—because of course he does—and he keeps your there, savoring the way your cunt flutters around his tongue and the way your body faintly convulses as it anticipates the feeling.
"mnhh—sooo closee," you whine, nearly sobbing as your drawled each word and that sweet plea is all he need to hear before he caves, upping the intensity at which his tongue and mouth had been sucking and caressing your walls and clit until you finally feel that blood-rushing release. thighs straining against his hands, longing to shut as the glorious wave rushes through you with a sweet cry clawing its way out of from your lips. the spasms persist until you've fully rode out your orgasm—the orgasm that he drinks up like a nectar, his lifeline. he only parts from your pretty pussy when he's drained your fountain of all it can handle.
lifting from his place between your thighs as he licks his lips, swiping the remainder of your slick with the back of his hand before lapping it up, his eyes glance at your before flickering back to your glistening core—allured. he basically tears his clothes off of him, aching cock begging to be freed evident by the wet spot tainting his boxers. he finally unveils his member as it slaps against his abdomen, throbbing for your comforting warmth.
hands gingerly pry your thighs apart, he lets his cock glide through your sopping folds—humming when the head of his cock snags your clit. you hiccup, body tensing with each teasing jag his cock tormented you with. "hngh—please, arkha" you keen, legs constricting his lower-half between you—urging him, and he nearly prolongs his taunting but your wobbly pout followed by the glassy sheen over your eyes causes him to fold. he croons out a, "y'know i can't say no to that look." grabbing his aching shaft and giving it a few languid strokes using the slick he'd gathered on his cock and some spit.
his muscular frame further parting the sea—that is your thighs, plush skin warming his waist all while his cock seeped past your petal-soft folds. a moan oozes from you at the sensation of his thick cock spreading your walls apart far more than his finger and tongue combined. it'd be overwhelming had he not treated you as delicately as a flower; cupping the side of your face with a stray hand, thumbing at the apple of your cheek and the corner of your lips to soothe you a bit as he sunk deeper into you.
cooing sweet praises for "taking me so well" through wavering grunts that shifts into needy groans that tangles themselves in your overstimulated mewls. his eyes screwed shut as he tries not to lose himself in your throbbing cunt, but the warmth and lusciousness of your walls make him yearn for more as his cock aches snuggly within you. and the way you lift your hips off the mattress just enough to grind into him—it's so carnal.
that's when he moves; gyrating his hips in slow, insistent circles, his neatly kept pubes fricative against your clit, eliciting raw, pathetically wet moans from you. clawing and grabbing at his broad shoulders, trailing to his back that flexed under your touch with each fervid undulation of his hips. his breath—ragged, moist and warm—against the soft flesh of your neck as he buries his face in its crook, whimpering into you as he littered kisses along the junction of your neck and collarbone.
your cunt clenching around his cock, practically sucking him in with each draw back of his hips and gods, does it feel amazing. he's miss the way his hips fit perfectly into your with each gentle prod his cock gave your cervix—rushing the breath from your lungs as they take the form of silent cries. his torso taut against yours—chest squished against his and you can feel the twitch of his stomach against your with every shallow breath he took. his hand that'd been perched at your hip was now harshly squeezing at it as you felt the way he throbbed with each glide of his cock.
if this had been your first time he'd be embarrassed at how quickly he'd been approaching his orgasm, but it's not. though, his time away from you and the lack of free time is partially to blame. it's not like he cares, he just wants to please his lovely wife. so when his other hand clasps onto your hip—sure to bruise later—he leans back; straightened back as he lifts your hips to accommodate for the change, sweat beads trickle down the side of his face as he pants, his thrusts coming to a still as he scans your face, ensuring you're alright before he returns to mercilessly plowing into you.
whines escape him as his thrusts turn sloppy, nearing his high while your mouth hangs open, sounds never passing your pretty lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head, hands clawing at his defined abdomen and chest before flinching back to grab at the sheets. your orgasm hits you in a blinding burst, your body stiffening as it overtakes you and drowns you in a dizzying rush. choppy squeaks of whines struggle to leave your throat before your body jolts back to life and convulses, ragged sobs pouring out instead as your cunt clenches around his cock.
his movements stall at the kneading of your pussy on his shaft. his breath is harsh, uneven as sonorous moans commingle with them bleeding past his lips. his cock pulsates as he empties himself within you, spurting load, after load, after load. coating your walls in a milky liquid with each grind, convulsing against her as he cried out your name. with a few more shallow thrusts, his high ebbs and he almost slips out from your molten core until you feebly grab at his waist, mumbling about how you "don't want to waste it" in a raspy voice.
he listens, smiling softly before resting some of his body weigh on you, leaving butterfly kisses along your neck as he whispers: "i love you." the statement is drenched in the raw tenderness that he can never mask when he's with you, it almost makes you cry as you coo the sentence back at him, fondly cupping his face in your hand.
Baby boy. Baby, baby, baby. Give him everything he ever wanted.
Super super sweet hcs here, folks.
A relationship with Follo is disgustingly sweet to all who witness.
You can't help but smother him in affection, you just adore your sweet boy so much you can't help it.
Staring at him, in public even, with hearts in your eyes for no other reason that seeing Follo.
And Follow devoted boyfriend who tries his best and just loves you so much and so pure in the fact.
No one can tell "Who fell first/who fell harder" with you two because you were both so obviously smitten from your first time meeting each other and think so highly of one another.
You're so damn sweet about it no one can really hate watching you two together, but they can complain about all the "puppy love"
Most supportive couple for real, you fully believe in his goals to become a giver like it's set in stone, of course he'll succeed. The utter faith in him makes him cry, He has multiple times, even before telling you his reasons behind it.
Most supportive boyfriend, he thinks you're amazing and capable, boasts about you so often. Whether about your abilities or just about you, doesn't think he's bragging, honest!
Easily flustered by pda despite how verbally enamored you both are.
Kissing his cheek turns them pink and he can't stop smiling like a fool.
Booping his nose because he's so adorable, or rubbing your nose to his so you can be even closer- pink in the face to near giggling.
His own displays of affection are more low-key, though no less loving.
Holds hands with you every chance he gets, sitting in the jeep and holding hands, your head against his shoulder and looking out the window. He rubs his thumb over yours and watches you, lovestruck, instead.
Walking to your next mission site and hands laced together, one holding your vital weapon and the other swinging gently with Follo's.
Likes to stay close to you when there's new danger, wanting nothing more than to grab your hand nin his to face it together, even if you are a very capable fighter and he can't do much at the time.
(Feels that he's useless unable to protect you or even help in a fight, then you kiss his cheek afterwards and don't even consider such a silly thing)
"A special thank you to my favorite supporter~ Always can trust you've got my back, baby"
He gets EMOTIONAL on the spot from that. You didn't even know he was spiraling. Clutches his hammer as you go to finish off a straggling trash beast.
Gris is really glad you two got together.
He's not one to start trouble by any means, but if he overhears anyone say something mean about you? He is MAD. Confronts them immediately and it's best if Gris is there to break it up.
Follo is so patient and respectful, any time you're overwhelmed or angry he tries to help you with it.
He understands if you have an outburst, and tries not to take it to heart but also feels like he should've helped you more with what you were dealing with instead.
Honestly your bad mood dies because he's just so SWEET you just want to hold him and cool off instead.
Damn near dies when you get a little more bold and handsy in public, and he's so obvious to everyone while you prance off smug.
You tell him how cute he looks, tilting his brim down just a little to tease, and how much you "Just want to eat him up". You're leaned over his lap when you say this, head near his ear, one hand ever so lightly trailing over his arm and hot breath on his neck.
You leave him hot, bothered and very exposed sitting at the table across from Gris and Tomme. Only the latter having the mercy to pretend she didn't see anything.
Even worse if you do more to the poor guy, your hand rubbing over is hip to his crotch, just innocent enough that he's not sure you realize what you're doing at first (you do) before you start kissing at his neck.
He's about to moan, choked back to stay quiet, when it's cut off by your choker calling you away to a mission you knew was coming shortly, leaving him high and dry in the courtyard feeling just a bit whiny as you walk away.
He gets a lot of untimely boners on his own just spacing out watching you.
Everyone has seen him stare and have consequences.
Calling him sweet things like; Baby, My lovely boy, Sweetie,
Especially in front of others, because he IS and you love letting people hear it, you're so happy to be with Follo.
He calls you Beautiful often, and other cleaners (Gris and Enjin mostly, call him Loverboy for it. He doesn't try to deny it)
𖹭.ᐟ CW: fluff, a bit suggestive, Alice August Rudo Enjin and Zanka mention.
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 1.7k words
Jumping with pure, unfiltered joy at Follo's room at around two am as you knock on his door like a maniac—waiting and waiting for him to answer the damn door. You don't even bother to think about the fact that he's likely sleeping and exhausted from the day prior with all those damn missions.
After one, two, three and four loud knocks—and the sound of you barely able to contain those happy squeals the door creaks open. Your wide eyed, happy gaze falls on Follo who is rubbing his eyes and looking at you with mild exasperation.
He looks at your joyful face tiredly, wondering what could possibly make you this happy at this horrendous hour. “Eh..?”
You smile and practically throw yourself at him, your arms fling around him, almost knocking him over. “Guess what?!”
He stumbles, gasping and pressing his hands on the small of your back to catch you. He's completely oblivious to what has made you this excited. Grabbing your back, he looks down at you, a bewildered look on his sleepy face.
“What is it baby?”
“I'm late!” You say, backing up and clasping your hands together, looking at him with absolute wonder in your eyes. Your eyes almost sparkle—and he's still obliviously confused.
Follo almost thinks he's hallucinating for a moment. Why would you be happy about being late at two in the morning? Late for what?! “Uhh.. late for what?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. He's not stupid, no, no, his mind is just sleep addled and weary. If it were daytime and he was wide awake, he would have caught on.
You pause, staring at him like he just asked you the dumbest question in the world—which in your defense he sort of did. “Uh.. my period is late?”
A tumultuous noise left his lips, his eyes widening just a bit as it all clicked together. “Oh. OH! You–you're… are you?” He stammers, head tilting like he doesn't even know what he's asking.
It's been six and a half weeks since you fucked—since he planted his seed in your womb, and now your period is a week late. Which is of course, a telltale sign of pregnancy. Follo doesn't know whether to be excited, or fearful, or well, both.
“Are you pregnant?” He finally asks, his voice is slightly choked up like the poor man might actually cry tears of joy and worry. “Did you take a test?”
You shake your head and pull a box of pregnancy tests from your pocket, tearing the top open. “No, I just got these from Alice a little bit ago.” Taking two from the box, your gaze lifts back up to his emotional expression. “I wanted to take them with you…”
He smiles softly, though his lips wobble slightly. Not because he's sad, or upset, but because you wanted this so much—it clearly made you so happy. He loved to see that wide smile on your face, even if it was way too goddamn early in the morning. “Okay, I'll come with you.” He ushers you out the door, his hand on your mid-back as you walk down the hall to the bathroom.
He pushes the door open, letting you in first before stepping in beside you and shutting the door. His expression shifts as he watches you begin to shove your pants down—cheeks flushing warmly as his gaze wanders away. Not that he hasn't seen you in much…much more compromising positions. But still, you deserve privacy, he thinks.
A thought passes Follo's mind-–if you're really pregnant it'll really change your lives. Of course, it's what you wanted, and he can't say that thought doesn't fill his heart with warmth. But it also makes his heart beat faster, and makes him feel worried.
What if he's a bad dad? What if something bad happens to you, or the precious thing that might be growing in your tummy? Those are the thoughts that will keep him up at night and give him nightmares. He does regret it, no not at all—but he can't help but be nervous, like anyone else would be.
You finish swiftly setting the two tests on the sink, smiling softly as you settle next to him to wash your hands. You can't help but notice the look on his face, that worried look like he's overthinking everything.
Sighing, you nudge his side with your arm and murmur, “Don't worry.” He smiles back at you, nodding as he takes your hand in his—now all you can do is wait.
After a few minutes you build up the courage to glance over at the two tests. Your eyes close, preparing yourself before you look.
…
You gasp, eyes widening at the two, very positive tests—swallowing hard as happy tears brim in your eyes. Follo straightens up and peers over beside you, immediately having the same exact reaction as you. His body is basically frozen in shock as his hand rests on your upper back.
Part of him didn't expect it to happen, especially so damn quickly. Once he notices the tears rolling down your cheeks he begins rubbing soothing circles along your back—hushing you softly as he pulls you into his chest. His chin rests on top of your head as his arms wrap around your waist.
There's tears in his eyes too, but he comforts you first, hands running up and down your back as he holds you tightly. You stay like that for a while, soaking up the comfort and warmth of being in his arms.
Eventually you pull back, looking up at him with a wobbly smile and wet cheeks. He almost laughs at how pitiful you look—you're just so damn cute with that little smile and your teary eyes. He leans down and kisses your face all over, cupping your cheeks in a gentle manner. “I can't believe you're pregnant.” He murmurs against your forehead.
You lean into all his touches and his tender kisses, letting out a soft giggle. “Me too…”
He presses his forehead and looks down at your tummy—his hands leave your cheeks before pressing your stomach tenderly, like the baby bump will just magically appear out of nowhere.
Assuming you're around five weeks along, there's nothing there just yet.
“They're gonna be so cute, like you.” He mumbles, voice soft, tender and even a little choked up again. Follo can't help but imagine a cute little baby that has your smile and eyes—it fills his heart with so much love he might burst.
Your cheeks warm slightly and you glance down as well, shaking your head. “Mm, maybe they'll look like you though. That'd be even cuter.”
“Not as cute as you.” He huffs, rubbing your stomach and waist affectionately—peppering soft kisses against your cheek again.
“We'll have to go see Alice in the morning, y'know.” Follo says, his gaze lifting back to your now weary and tired eyes. That is what you get for being up so late… You sigh and groan slightly. “She's so loud…” You say, already feeling the headache you might get.
Follo laughs and lifts his hands back to your cheeks, brushing your hair away from your face. “She is August's grandmother, y'know.”
You giggle. “That actually makes so much sense.”
— — —
In the morning, after Alice runs all the tests and stuff in that small office nearby she lets out a huff. “You're definitely pregnant!” She says…maybe just a smidge too loudly after you sit up on the cot.
You partially smile, even through the growing headache. You can't help but wonder if all of August's yelling and shouting…and hooting and hollering made Alice go deaf—or maybe it's vice versa and all of Alice's yelling made August go deaf and that's why he's so goddamn loud.
No, it's definitely the former, August being loud is just his eccentric personality. You shake your thoughts away and look at Follo with a small smile again.
“You're about 5 weeks pregnant! You should come back for checkups every month for now!” Alice shouts. You nod and get up quietly, walking back to Follo as you glance back. “Thanks, Alice.” You and Follo say simultaneously, walking towards the door.
“You should invest in condoms!” She shouts, almost like scolding as you walk out, holding hands with Follo.
You laugh quietly, following him out—two small ultrasound pictures in your free hand. Sometimes you wonder how stuff like that made it to the ground with how everything is, but you're grateful anyway.
The ultrasound of the tiny speck baby, that was practically a clump of cells, was still so precious to you, and Follo no matter what.
It's a relatively calm walk back to the cleaners HQ until someone bumps into you, knocking those precious printed papers from your hands. You huff, ready to start yelling at someone for not watching where they're going when you realize who it is.
It’s Rudo. Oh, and following him is Zanka and Enjin. As you go to snatch up the ultrasound pictures off the ground, Rudo's already grabbing it for you instead.
His eyes widened in utter confusion at it, clearly having zero idea what the hell he's looking at. “What is that!?” He asked, with a puzzled expression.
Did they not have stuff like this on the sphere? You wonder, taking the ultrasound photos back from him. Behind him, Zanka and Enjin both peer over, nosy as ever. Both their eyes widen, Enjin smirking slightly before he guffaws loudly. “You two get busy or somethin'?!”
Follo's cheeks turn slightly red, and you huff, looking away shaking your head at Enjin's obnoxious laughter.
“You're pregnant?!” Zanka immediately says, slightly mortified—probably at the thought of two people going at it under the same roof as him. You immediately go to shush Zanka before Rudo chimes in with a tumultuous sound. “Pregnant!?”
Follo's absolutely red in the face, grabbing your hand and dragging you away before you can get another word out. “We'll tell you later!” He shouts flusteredly, continuing to haul you away from the three.
Enjin's boisterous laughter dies down before he sighs, and smirks lackadaisically. “Later…” He waves them off, like that news wasn't befuddling for all three of them. Zanka is still mortified and Rudo is still confused.
Lord…you're gonna be in for a loud, awkward conversation later with everyone.
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This is lowkey so cute, I'd honestly write more parts for it. 🥹🥹 Follo is such a cutie.
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Soft muffled moans vibrate against your shoulder as you sit on Follo’s lap, both of you only in your underwear as you both dry hump against one another.
The car ride back from a mission earlier was cramped, leaving you to sit on your boyfriends lap. Halfway back to HQ you could already feel him poking against you. By the time you two were in his room, he was on you faster than the lock clicking.
“Hah.. fuck..! Follo, you’re so hard..” you moan against his shoulder, curls ticking his face as he humped against you with whines grunts. His hands gripped your brown thighs firmly, smoothing over your skin as he made sure you were firmly against him. The tip of his clothed tip rubbing deliciously against your clit through your soft cotton panties.
Both your underwear’s were ruined by the wetness of your pussy and his pre, but neither of you cared until you both came. “Fuck, baby.. mmm you feel s’good..” he slurred, drool tripping from his lips before you immediately leaned close and licked it away before kissing him sloppily.
One of his hand grabbed onto the back of your head as he relished the taste of your mouth, groaning against your tongue as he felt the coil in his abdomen about to snap.
He took in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back as he laid down on your bed, you riding his lap as he grabbed you firmly and humped faster, his tip rubbing specifically on your clit, earning a loud cry from you both as you two eagerly chased your high.
“Ah! Follo! Fuckfuckfuckfuck..!! Ahh- shit!” You cried out, hands scratching at his chest as the coil in your abdomen snapped and you came hard alongside Follo. Follo was no different as a choked moan left his lips, his back arching off your soft sheets as he came all over his boxers, smearing with your own slick.
You two panted hard as you came off from your highs. Your eyes dazed as you slightly swayed before gently laying on top of him, “Mmm.. that felt good..” you whispered softly, panting against his chest as his hand weakly caressed your curls. “Yeah.. if anyone heard I’ll simply die.” He grumbled.
“Oh totally..” you chuckled, nuzzling against his face as he turned his head to kiss your cheek.
Hours later…
“Follo. Sit down.” Gris said firmly from the booth in the dining hall, far away from the others. “You’re old enough to have this conversation. It’s important for someone your age to learn about safe sex, especially now that you’re dating her.” He said, crossing his arms as Follo internally wished for his demise.
With you? You were having the same conversation with Semiu, a woman you were close to already. Now giving you the talk.
Summary: Just a little late night celebration after long study sessions before finals
For the last few weeks you’ve been studying alongside Satoru and Armin, which was arguably the best thing that has ever happened to you. It was already difficult to get Satoru to be your study partner considering his party-holic twin beother was always dragging him along to another nightly event, same goes for Armin.
It was another tiresome lecture as Professor Higuruma was going overboard with the criminal justice system speech as usual, even though most of his speeches were reasonably entertaining and informative it did take more class time than we already had. Just when you were about the leave the lecture for your next one, they both approached you to be their study partner considering you three were the top of the class and finals were just a few weeks away. You were so glad you did.
Despite their shyness around others, they were both completely focused and engaged with every study session. In the dining call, the library, a nearby cafe, or one of your dorm rooms. Going through material, online sources, or handwritten notes either of you had. Even going through notes of other classes you three shared. By the time finals came around, there was no point in being nervous about a single thing. All three of you, as usual, passed with flying colors.
After a long day of testing you relaxed in your single dorm room wearing something comfortable while listening to The Weeknd. You’ve worked hard, you needed to indulge yourself in your own space as you laid down on the soft fluffy carpet, your long locs tickling your back as the smell of incense that isn’t even allowed in the dorms swirls in the air and into your lungs.
Just as you were about to shut your eyes and relax three sharp knocks at your door made you jump. “Shit-! Coming! One second!” You call out, opening the window to wave out the smell of incense before you scrambled to the door, praying it wasn’t the RA as you swung the door open not even caring about your outfit.
Armin and Satoru stood there, soft smiles on their face. “Hey! Uh, Since finals are over, we were wondering if you wanted to celebrate? Nothing too extreme, you know?” Armin started, a nervous and shy smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his head and averted his eyes. Satoru, on the other hand, was shamelessly looking down at you. Specifically at your thighs.
“Just came outta the shower?” Satoru asked, still looking down at the way the brown skin of your thighs shined under the warm lighting of your room. Shameless, just like his brother. Armin blushed as he elbowed Satoru’s side to shut up, before sheepishly pulling out a small baggy from his pocket. “So.. Satoru nabbed this from his brother and we were kinda wondering if you.. wanted to try it? N-not forcing you just.. if you wanted to?” Armin asked, still blushing crazy. He was so adorable all flushed, so different compared to Eren and Mikasa.
After a mental debate about the health complications, you gave in, smiling as you led the two inside.
As you two relax in the warmth of your dorm room, the smell of weed lingering in the air and slowly filtering out your slight open window, you can’t help but notice how Satoru’s gaze lingered in your exposed legs the more the weed settled. Just as you were about to question him, Armin lightly tapped your shoulder.
The moment you turned your head you almost flinched at how close he was to your face. His eyes lidded and red, lips slightly parted, and his breathing heavy and ragged as his eyes were locked on your lips.
“Can.. I kiss you?” He whispered, blue and pink eyes finally finding yours. A soft whimper left your soft lips as you nodded and closed your eyes, leaning close to press your lips against his. The moment he has a taste of your lips and the small smell of the cocoa butter lipgloss, he changed almost instantly. His kisses became more demanding, hungry, his tongue dragging against your bottom lip and smearing the dark brown lip liner you had earlier.
“No fair.. can I get one too..?” Satoru whined as he leaned close to your left side, pleading blue eyes staring back into yours. You seperate from Armin to look at him but he barely let the “yes” leave your lips before his was on yours. You can feel Armins pout against your right side before feeling soft kisses down your neck, warm hands all around your waist.
You felt lightheaded as soft moans left your lips, Satoru’s lips moving from your own to all over his face, his hand cupping your face before resting on your thigh and caressing your smooth brown skin. His lips found yours again, tongue exploring every inching of your mouth before sucking on your tongue.
“Stop hogging..” Armin glared weakly before looking at your top, lidded eyes glancing at yours to get the green light before slowly tugging it down. You could’ve sworn you heard a small ‘fuck’ over the sound of Satoru sucking your neck before Armin’s lips latched into a dark brown nipple. His warm soft hand pinching and rolling the other until they’re hard peaks. “Fuck.. I’ve been wanting these tits since the third study session…” he groaned against your cleavage, moving from one nipple to the other to make sure both had equal attention.
“Mm.. fuck! This feels s’good.. Nghh..” you said between moans, eyes fluttering closed and your head rested against the side of your bed with a small thump. Satoru’s hand trailed down your body before finding your soft black lace panties, completely drenched through. You nod softly as you lift your hips and let them remove it, revealing your glistening brown folds. Armin let out a soft groan as he used his fingers to spread your lips apart, revealing the pink inside and winking enterance.
“We need.. to be inside you” Satoru whispered behind you, moving you to his lap before lifting you up and onto your twin mattress. You watch as Armin stood in front of you, getting undressed and revealing his toned body you didn’t even know existed until now before feeling shifting behind you. You melted at the warm skin behind you, Satoru’s lips trailing down your neck and shoulders as his length was hard between your folds, coating in your juices.
“Fuck.. please.. inside me..” you mewl, brow furrowed as you leaned your head against Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru groans behind you, lifting your hips and spreading your cheeks apart, eyes lidded as he stared at the puckered hole.
“Fuck.. I need.. I need this..” he groaned, gripping his long and thick length to your puckered hole and slowly easing you down. You both cried out in pleasure before you finally bottomed out, panting hard as you adjusted. “Fuck.. my beautiful chocolate queen..” he moaned into your ear.
Just before you could turn to him in shock and confusion, Armin gripped your thighs, easing himself deep inside of your dripping pussy. The sensation of being filled by both holes made you cry out, eyes rolling back as your body jolted slightly.
The three of you panted hard, breaths heavy and barely audible through the music. You feel Armin adjusting your legs before he began to move, Satoru groaning behind you as he matched his thrusts with his.
“Fuck-ah! Yes! Yesss!” You mewl, the sound of skin hitting skin, the slick of your pussy, their grunts, and your loud moans echoed through the room as they trusted deep inside you raw.
It was almost animalistic how hard they were fucking you, the three biggest nerds on campus and they were ruining one another. The warmth and tightness of your insides almost with the presser of the other’s cock made them both dizzy as they fucked you harder.
“Hah.. ah— where..? Where do you want this.. this cum, baby..?” Satoru grunted in your ear, drool tricking down your shoulder.
“Inside..! Fuck! Cum inside of me!” You cried out, blissed out as one hand gripped Armin’s hair and the other the back of Satoru’s neck.
Satoru nodded, hand sneaking around your stomach to rub your clit, making you cry out before the coil in your abdomen snapped, squirt covering Armin’s abdomen and Satoru’s balls. Almost instantly they both came, filling you to the brim in both holes, making you full.
You lay in the warmth of Follo’s, sunlight casting through the windows giving your skin a warm orange hue. Especially Follo’s. You watch with lidded eyes as he slept, how handsome he was, how he was yours.
His tousled hair, slight drool on his face, his soft face, the scars on the side of his head. He was just so cute.. you couldn’t help but reach over and cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.
You flinch as he shifted, already prepared to apologize for waking him up, only to feel the warmth of his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. Your body relaxed as he tucks your face into the crook of his neck, the scent of orange citrus and something significantly him flows into your chest as you nuzzle closer to his body.
You couldn’t help but admire him once more, your hand resting on his chest just above his scar. Your free hand running up and down his back, feeling the firm muscles he usually kept underneath baggy clothes. All for you to see under closed doors.
You remember the fear you felt that day, only to feel immense relief once finding out he was okay. Since then you’ve been constantly staring more than usual, touching longer than before, as if to trap his being into your memories. You almost lost him for good, now couldn’t even risk taking him for granted even now.
“You’re overthinking again, love..” he rumbled, voice deeper and husky as he slowly woke. His eyes soft as he gazed back into your eyes, leaning down to kiss against your cheek and neck before looking back into your eyes. “You know I’m safe, right?” He chuckled
It was true, obviously. He’s safe, alive, even a giver now… but you couldn’t help but wish he never became one.
You had your Follo, but lost the beautiful light in his eyes.
A yearner is a person who’s experiencing a deep and intense longing or desire for something. Often towards something that’s too difficult to obtain..
A yearner, is something Follo is slowly becoming, or that’s what Gris is telling him teasingly whenever the boys gaze lingers on you longer than what’s comfortable. He couldn’t help it really, how could he? You were strong member of the cleaners, strength and confidence emits from your very being as if insecurity and self doubt never even existed in your inner vocabulary. No words could explain his desire to at least get closer to you, but his insecurities got the better of him.
What if you didn’t see his potential, that he was just a supporter? Not strong enough? Those insecurities ran rampant in his mind, fighting over whatever his heart was telling him to do.
He couldn’t help it either way. How your smile made your facial features brighter, how your laugh echoes through the air like wind chimes, your eyes were utterly perfect that he could gaze into them until his dying breath, those lips…
“You know..” Tomme started, snapping him out of his inner thoughts as she sat besides him on the lounge chairs, seeing he was just staring at his clutched hands on his lap. “If you keep on fighting it, you’ll never have the chance at all. You’ll loose her before you even had the opportunity to have her in the first place.” She said softly, patting his shoulder before walking away.
She was right, of course she was. He knew he had to before he was too late..
With the bit of confidence he had gained, he stood from his seat and marched to find her. Even if he got rejected, at least he tried. As he was pondering what to say, to maybe just ask her to hangout first instead of outright asking her out, he turned the corner in the hall.. only to find her walking out of the training grounds with Zanka. Laughing and smiling with him, walking side by side.
You loved your husband more than anything, even if you didn’t know the version of himself he kept hidden from the rest of the world. You didn’t even know his own jinki. Nonetheless.. he was the man who gave you comfort, warmth, and loved you with his very being.
It was rare to see Arkah asleep, but the few times you did, you cherished those moments. You laid besides him in the warmth of the bed you two shared, laying on your side as you watched him sleep. He laid on his back, chest slowly rising and falling, blanket pooled down to his abdomen, and his locs neatly covered in bonnet which you two matched together. He looked peaceful, and gentle as he slept, despite how calm he looked while behind his desk.
You reached your hand towards him, gently caressing his warm brown skin. Feeling up his chest down to firm muscled waist, the slim waist your secretly envious of, but you’d never say it out loud. As you crept your hands back up to his cheek, you almost flinched when he moved. His larger hand slowly covered your own against his face, his grey eyes opened to lock with yours as he slowly kissed your wrists.
“Morning, my love..” he whispered as his free hand slid around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. “You’ve been staring at me for a while, I felt it.” He said with a deep chuckle, his voice soothing vibrations against your cheek.
“I can’t help but stare at the man I married.” You muttered, watching as he kissed down your arm until he finally met your soft lips. His larger hand slowly hand sneaked under your nightgown, caressing your warm brown skin of your back. “We have enough time, don’t we, my wife?” He whispered against your lips, slowly moving you to your back before slotting between your thighs.
A soft groan left your lips as he stared down at your thighs, gently caressing your sides before moving them open. “Always so pretty for me..” he sighed as he rubbed your clit through your lacy panties, leaning down to kiss your lips once more as he gently pulled them off your body and down onto the floor. His middle finger slowly eased itself inside you, thrusting in slow as he distracted you with his lips moving towards your neck.
Once he felt you were ready, he eased in his ring finger. You flinch slightly from the sharp coldness of his wedding ring against your hot skin, a chuckle leaving his lips that warmed your neck.
Soft breathy moans escaped you as he scissored you open, preparing you for him as he did everytime. Just as you were about to reach your peak he slid his fingers out of your warmth, chucking at your frustrated expression as he reached besides you towards the bedside table, grabbing the familiar bottle.
Lidded eyes locked on him as he slid his boxers down, his cock heavy as it slapped against his abdomen. He was big, obviously. Slight reddish undertone for his tip, a nice thick vein, and nice girth to length ratio. You watched as he slowly coated his length in lube before easing some inside of you.
“You ready, my wife?” He whispered as he placed the bottle down, slowly leaning down to kiss your face as he angled his length to your entrance. Kissing your tears away as he stretched you open, his hand finding your hip as he began to thrust into you.
You hands grip his shoulder while the other interlace with his hand, your rings glistening under the morning light as he made love to you. The squelching of your pussy, your soft angelic moans, his soft grunts, creaking of the bed, and ruffle of sheets echoed through the walls. You were in pure bliss, unable to even form words aside from his own name.
“Arkah..” you groaned into his shoulder, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you stupid. His free hand finding place against your pussy, rubbing your clit. His cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, each thrust getting sloppier than the last before his hand grips yours and his hips stilled. Your orgasm crashed against you hard as your vision goes white, the equal sensation of your orgasm and his cock painting your inner walls white made you utterly dizzy.
He chuckled breathlessly at your dazed out expression, kissing all over your face as he slowly pulled out. “You did so well, my love.” He whispered against your face as he climbed out of bed to grab a cloth to clean you up. You watched with a slight jealous pout as he walked into the attached bathroom, glaring at his slim waist, but grinning at the fact that slim waist will forever be yours to caress.
The church lies empty as the night settles, your steps echoed through the marble floor and cold walls. It took time and effort to become a priest at your young age, and so far you’ve been loved and cherished by those who come to the house of god. Any demonic entities have never dared step foot near the cathedral, they should know better.
However, the familiar sight of white feathers has been frequent as of late. Behind the rows of benches, under bibles, burnt besides a burning candle. One would mistake it as the feather of a beautiful dove, or a pesky pidgeon, or maybe the feathers of an angel.. but you’re not that naive. The energy that emits from the feathers is too dark, too demonic to be any of the sort.
A scoff leaves your lips as you reach over and pick the feather up with a cloth and a gloved hand. Despite your skin not coming contact with the feather, you already feel soft eyes burning into you. Quickly you turned to face whoever was behind you, only to be met with a blur of a figure before it vanished immediately. It’s as if it’s taunting you.
It was frustrating, of course, it’s been happening for months now. Small blurry glances of a figure just out of your peripheral vision. Long hair, wings, pale skin, but you’re always met with those peach and blue glowing eyes everytime. Your brows knit in irritation before you relaxed to whisper a small prayer, hands clasped against your chest as your eyes closed.
“You know.. those are pointless..” a smooth velvet voice whispered, warm breath tingling against your ear. You jump at the sound and turned to face the voice, eyes darting everywhere before you see it. You see him. Standing right besides your pedestal where the Bible rest. You know it couldn’t be an angel, but did he look like one anyway. His long blonde hair with blue underneath that you can finally see every silky strand, those eyes that you’ve felt burn into you for months, blinding white wings that drag behind his body, and that warm smile that’s far from amiable.
“You-! Stay back you vile sinful demon! I know what you are, and you can’t be trusted.” You said coldly, eyes narrowed at the figure as your hand gripped at the cross that laid against your warm chest. Despite your firm and strong approach, you were at his mercy. You didn’t know what to do for situations like these, all your fellow members of the church could only tell you that your ‘visions’ were simply due to your lack of faith, that you were too young to be a bishop, too foolish to be in such position.
And by the look in his eyes, he knew those were true. His smile widened, almost inhumanly so. You blinked and he disappeared as fast as he came, of course he did, it a has been doing so for weeks but.. this was different, as if it was feeding off of your fears, your anger, your sins.
You flinch as he appeared in front of you, making you gasp and stumble back into the cold benches of the church. “Sin is the embodiment of temptation, it burns through the heart and soul, torturing you from the inside out until it breaks through your very shell.” He whispered as he stepped closer to your shivering form until he loomed over you, “You should know that..” he whispered as he leaned down over you, his hair falling around your head, making the moonlight shining through the stained glass windows emit a glow around his figure.
“You don’t know anything about me..” you breathed, temptation running rampant through your veins as his wings shadow your bodies. This was wrong, it was against the church, your heart was hammering into your chest and your vision felt blurred, you shouldn’t give into the demonic eyes of this creature. Just as your mind allowed you to move from your pinned down position, his lips pressed a warm kiss against your jugular. His fingers, slender and soft and warm gently caressing your legs over your robes.
“Oh I know a lot about you..” he whispered, a warm trail of kisses going up from your neck to behind your ear, “I can hear the symphony of your cries and moans from the window, how angelic you sound.. calling for me.” He cooed, breath warm against your ear before nippling against your lobe.
This was sinful, going against everything you believed, everything you were taught! However, the sin of lust taken you as you finally submitted to him. You feel his warm slender hands trail from your thighs all the way to your exposed ankle, lifting your leg between his hips as he slot between you. His hands sliding underneath your holy robes as his lips finally connected with yours. Your hands finally moving, not to push him away, but to tangle with his silky golden and lapis colored hair as you reciprocated.
“So sinful, how would your people think if they knew their holy priest was fornicating to a demon?” He chuckled against your ear, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt his hands caressing your soaked entrance, slowly slipping inside of you. Warm, wet, and gentle as he fingered you, right against the bench of the very church you pray at.
Hands gripped the old dark wood as sinful moans leave your very lips, eyes fluttered closed as your brows knit together at the wonderful sensation. Being a member of the church meant forbidding yourself from any sexual acts, but this was far from what you expected.
“Look at you, already so close, drenching my fingers before I even did anything to you.” He chuckled as his thumb pressed firmly against your aching clit, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as your head threw back, a thumb echoed from the air as it hit the wood. A coil against your abdomen increased, growing tighter and tighter before finally smapping. You felt your very first orgasm wash over you in violent waves as your back arched and a loud moan left your lips, echoing through the church.
You felt tired and wasted as you felt his fingers slowly relax in your soaked entrance, your eyes shut tight as you came down from your high. As you blinked back into your senses, he was gone just as quickly as he appeared. You looked down to see it wasn’t his hand, but your own, soaked and covered with your own essence.
Yoooo so I literally never make any fanfics while also saying I should start but I came up with this anyway (ovulation is a bitch)
Sorry if this is bad I’m working on it
Jabber x Reader
Warnings: Bl00d, pnv, it’s all just nasty as hell
Jabber held onto your waist as he thrusts up into you, the cold sting of mankira giving you a sliver of pleasure. His magenta eyes locks onto you, how utterly beautiful and breathtaking you looked as drool trickled down your lips and throat, all the way the the crevice of your breasts. Absolutely perfect and wonderful to ruin.
A sharp gasp left your lips as he activated mankira, sharp metal piercing your waist as poison poured into your system. Even better, blood trickled down your waist towards where you both connected, mixing with the sloppy mess of both of your juices. The sound of your moans, his grunts, and the disgustingly heavenly sounds of skin slapping wet skin filled his room.
Your hands reached down, clawing at his chest, leaving raised lines that bubbled with blood. He grunted as his eyes rolled back, thrusting faster as he chased his release, making sure you found yours. “Fuck, baby! That’s the stuff.. shit. I’m gonna cum so good..!” He grinned as his eyes rolled back of his head, drool trickling down his wide grin as he slammed up into you.
A scream left your already sore throat as you came, nails puncturing his chest as your orgasm hit. Your velvety walls clenched hard around him, milking him dry as he finished deep inside of your womb. The smell of sweat, blood, and cum filled his room, along with deep and heavy breaths.
With the minimal amount of energy available in your very system, you slowly slid off of his softening cock, his jinki slowly retracting from your skin. Looking down at him, he was already knocked out. Eyes far back of his head, mouth agape with that goofy smile, his locs sprawled around his pillow like a halo, drool trickling down his lips. He was gone.
Once you finally slid off, the movement making you stumble forward and lay heavily on top of him, the poison finally settling into your system. It was perfect.
