#sub brant

[axxa-the-allikatt]

So like, I just found a fanart of Aventurine. In Brant’s clothes. And I had an enlightenment. Now I’m stuck with the thought of a pirate who gambles himself away, body and soul, to a sea creature hybrid reader. So. Be cursed with me. Consider this my minimal contribution to kinktober.

Also CW- pussy boy alert, cuz it’s so fun giving men pretty lips. Yea.

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Thinking of,

A silly pirate, who’s been sailing the seas looking for the ultimate treasure ever since he was a child.

A silly pirate, who wants to have it all, and would put his life on the line, just to win some gold coins.

A silly pirate, who hears of the mountain of gold hoarded under the sea by a ferocious beast, that no pirate has ever been able to ever face and live to tell the tale.

A silly pirate, who laughs and brushes it off when his crew tells him that the beast lures people in using its beautiful voice. Now those were fairytales he’d heard since he was a child!

A silly pirate, who takes his smaller ship out to the midst of nowhere by himself, eagerly awaiting any signs of your presence.

A silly pirate, who doesn’t even flinch when you break the waters surface, in all your beautiful glory. The only thing he’s surprised about is that, the term ‘ferocious beast’ doesn’t really suit you, a creature that looks like it was sculpted by Aphrodite.

A silly pirate, who, much to your confusion and surprise, jumps into the waters even before you begin your trap. He was apparently much too interested already in the shiny gold chains wrapped around your body and tentacles.

A silly pirate, who, obviously, ends up trapped in the firm grip of your tentacles, who only seem to realise why you were termed ferocious, when your lips split into a amused grin, showing off your numerous sharp fangs.

A silly pirate, who is torn between begging for his life or maintaining his dignity, even in his last moments, and end up foolishly choosing to smugly taunt you. He really is a fascinating specimen. You quite liked his bite, so to speak.

A silly pirate, who you decide to play with a little longer, because it really did get quite lonely out here, who gasp in surprise when crash your lips onto their, fangs tearing the skin of their lips.

A silly pirate, who struggles in your grasp when your other tentacles slither over him, who tries not to give you the satisfaction of knowing your touches were doing things to him, but his barely hidden whimpers tell you all you need to know.

A silly pirate, who screams at you when you shatter his ship, but it’s quickly turned into a cry of surprise when the cold air hits him as you lay him on a floating piece of board, tearing his clothes off easily.

A silly pirate, who watches in a mix of fear and arousal when your tentacles wrap around him in every which way, bearing him to you.

A silly pirate, who quickly loses all trains of thought, when one by one, your tentacles have their way with him. His moans and whimpers get louder as they suction on his nipples, some squeezing his thighs to his chest, others holding his hands above his head.

A silly pirate, whose tears start flowing down his cheeks, when a tentacle flicks harshly against his clit, then rubs it soothingly. Have mercy on the poor thing won’t you? He’s been too busy hunting for gold to ever have anyone touch him the way you did.

A silly pirate, whose eyes roll to the back of his head, drool dripping down his chin, as one tentacle pushes itself into his wet hole. You really did want to give him some loving time to adjust to the size, but the beautiful sound of his hole squelching around you sent your tentacle into a frenzy, pumping in and out of him with no restraint.

A silly pirate, who nearly ascends when you slip in another tentacle into him, cooing at him about how gorgeous he looks with that pretty bulge in his belly.

A silly pirate, who comes on your tentacles more times than his dazed mind can count, but you were having too much fun to stop anytime soon.

A silly pirate, who passes out after a few more rounds, having enough tentacles inside him to feel so damn full, who in his passing out state feels a bit happy that he’s gotten to experience this before he’s eventually thrown away to die, into the ocean.

A silly pirate, who wakes up to find himself fully alive and well, except for the killer back pain, and most surprisingly, well dressed and draped in gold chains. His crew say they found him drifting around unconscious on a wooden plank, already dressed like this, two days ago, and congratulate him on managing to get gold from the ‘ferocious beast’.

A silly pirate, who throws a party the next day to celebrate his great feat.

A silly pirate, who’s nowhere to be found by the end of the party, because he’s too busy making his way back to you, and is probably in the middle of nowhere, getting his brains fucked dumb by a ‘ferocious beast’ that’s taken quite the liking to him.

You find out that the combination of your beautiful voice singing sweet praises, and slippery tentacles doing filthy things to him were his favourite combo. He had passed out quite quickly when you’d tried this the first time. You had somehow also learnt how his ideal aftercare went. Looks like you were going all soft on this man.

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Thank god for autocorrect. It’s 2AM and the letters are completely blurry to me. I’m not gonna proof read this in the morning 🫠. Also, this was intended to be a max of 6 lines long but then again it’s midnight and I’m in simping mode so wild horses couldn’t drag me away from writing this fic.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Dude I finally got the time to write this but the story kept going on and on and on and- so I sorta decided to do two parts of this. Istg I didn't expect it to become this long but here we are.

Ps, the last time I did an anon request they didn't find out l'd posted it until like a month later so if you do read this please text me something so I won't be paranoid abt it TwT.

ALSO, shout out to that one horny Brant fan in my requests box. I feel you homie e. Lmk if you like this.

Enjoy!

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Brant X Top Male Rover:>

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It had been almost two months since you started visiting the fools ship almost every other day, and it had been almost two months since you’ve looked Brant in the eye.

The first time you’d met him, you were too busy getting your brain circuits in check after that little accident with the big- fish?- and your eyes were too busy wandering over the ship to let them linger too long on those comfy looking man boobs of his.

But now that all that commotion was put on a pause? You did not miss a single chance to let your eyes wander down from his pretty lips to his neck (oh lord how you wanted to mark him up) to the gap between his perfectly cut shirt that let you catch a glimpse of all that skin and muscle underneath.

It’s not like you were ashamed of it. You had noticed him staring at your arms every time you did the heavy work around the hide out, the way his eyes trailed your adams apple when you took a sip from the water bag he always carries around and the way his breath caught when you placed a hand on his hip as you stood behind him, leaning into him as you butted into whatever conversation he was having with someone.

Oh no, you weren’t ashamed at all. And if anyone accused you of doing these actions exaggeratedly in the presence of the other man, you would admit it in the blink of an eye.

But despite being aware of the obvious chemistry between the two of you, you both avoided a conversation about it like it was the plague. The crew, who had found it amusing and entertaining at first, now felt that finding a cure for a deadly disease would be easier than getting you two to have a conversation about this little whatever thing was going on between you.

Since verbal communication wasn’t an option and they couldn’t possibly force the two of you to kiss, they did the next best thing they could think of. They locked you up in the ships cabin and refused to let you go until you both figured your shit out. At first, you tried breaking the cabin down but realised with disdain that breaking the cabin meant letting the sea water in. Which brought you to your current situation.

“Uhhh” you muttered intelligently, eyes flitting around the room until they landed yet again on the other man’s chest. You couldn’t help it. They looked too comfy and you had way more than once thought about what it would feel like sleeping on them. As your thoughts continued to go south into a prohibited lane, you heard a low chuckle, then his voice. “My eyes are up here, Rover”.

You swallowed as your eyes flitted up to meet his. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips again and you could see his eyes follow the motion before copying it without a thought. You wanted to smack yourself as your eyes again started trailing down the path they had followed so many times, to his lips, down his neck, then back to where they usually were.

You were startled out of the little scenario that you were creating in your head when something slid from under the door, sliding to a stop at Brant’s feet. He picked it up, and your eyes yet again followed their target, his clothes slipping a little and giving you just enough view of what was hidden to let your blood start flowing south.

Brant stood up again, as he ripped open the tape of a brown paper bag, then peeked in to see the contents before throwing it with an unexpected force, startling you out of another scenario you were going through. “What the- hey what was that?” You asked, turning around little to walk over to the bag. “Uh nothing! Don’t- don’t worry about it.” He exclaimed, motioning you to let it go. Now you were curious. What had gotten your pretty boy all pink and cute like that?

You continued to make your way over to the corner of the room where the bag had fallen until he hurriedly slid across your path. “It’s nothing. Just a joke between the crew” he reassured you, trying to walk you back. “Oh, so you don’t consider me as your crew yet?” You faux pouted, abruptly turning around, causing him to knock into you, face dangerously close to yours.

You could hear his breath hitching, then trying to relax as he tried to explain himself. “That’s not- I’m not-“ he sighed. “You know that’s not what I meant” he replied, eyes looking at anything but yours. “Then what did you mean?” You asked. He sighed again as he closed his eyes and you took this chance to dash past him, reaching the corner and grabbing the bag, before Brant nearly crashed over to you.

You leaped out of his reach and looked into the bag, ready to tease him about whatever was in it, until your breath caught in your throat and you froze. Inside the bag, was a bottle of what seemed suspiciously like lube and a few packs of, what were definitely, condoms.

The two of you stood there for an awkward moment until you decided to be a petty bitch. “Oh? So what was the joke between the crew, captain?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes slightly widening, as he gave you a half annoyed, half desperate look. “It’s- it’s nothing. Forget it.” He murmured, turning his back to you as he made his way back to where you two had initially been standing. You could see his hands shivering slightly.

You followed him, taking deep breaths to calm yourself, and landed yourself on a wooden crate as he stiffly sat on another one a considerable distance away from yours. Silence ensued.Seconds passed into minutes. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. But you were sure of one thing. If you let this incident slide as a joke, it would forever stay a joke.

“Captain?” you called out. “Mn” he replied, refusing to meet your eyes. His hands were now shaking. You eased off your crate, slowly making your way over to him. As you neared him, you reached out your hand, cupping his face. You felt him hold his breath, eyes still on the floor, waiting on your every word. “Talk to me” you said softly. “…What is there to talk about?” He replied, voice almost a whisper, as he oh so slightly leaned into your touch.

You sighed. Letting go of his face, you slid your hand to the back of his neck, making him tilt his head to look at you in the eyes. His eyes were slightly wide, a look on his face that you could only describe as desperation. It made your heart crack with adoration. You wanted to kiss this man stupid. But you, not knowing where you would be in the future, and him, hating where he was in the past made the red string connecting the two of you twist and knot in a cruel way.

But who were you, the great Rover, if not one to laugh in the face of pain. Oh how dramatic.

“Tell me what you want, Captain.” You whispered leaning in against his lips, a mere inch between your faces. He let out a strangled noise, eyes blowing impossibly wide as you felt him melt in your hands. After what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few seconds, he slowly leaned towards you, brushing his lips against yours in a barely there kiss.

As much as your body and soul wanted to devour him, your mind reminded you to let him take it at his pace. Slowly, a brush became a gentle press, and a press became a wanting lick, until he finally put his arms around your neck pulling you closer to him. Not finding your balance, you place a knee against the crate, standing between his legs. He let out a beautiful whine against your lips and you realised what your knee was pressing against.

You teasingly pressed harder, feeling his rising erection with glee. He gasped into your kiss and you took this opportunity to gently slide your tongue inside his mouth. Your mind was reeling with a million emotions. Love, adoration, possessiveness, wanting, craving, lust. So much. You let your hands wander down to his hips, fighting against the urge to lay them against the smooth muscles of his chest. Hands gripping his hips, you picked him up with one fluid motion, as he instinctively wrapped his thighs around your waist.

Seconds passed into minutes, your lips separating only for a second or two catch your breath before diving back in. Finally, a few minutes later, he pulled back completely, breathing in deeply, as he unhooked his legs, arms remaining around your neck. You gave him a soft smile, hoping it would ease his nerves.

What you didn’t expect was the way his lower lip started trembling, eyes wetting with the tears that were about to fall. You had a moment of panic, as you held him tighter against you. “Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, leaning your forehead against his. He sniffled, staring at you. “We shouldn’t do this” he mumbled, a few moments later. Your breath caught in your throat. “Why?” You questioned gently, one hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. He took another moment.

“Because you’re- I- You’re a person who’s destined to save the world, and I, I’m a stupid fool who couldn’t even fight for his own homeland. I’ve tried for so long to save my home, but I could only do it this time because you were here. I’m- I’m not the only one in this world who needs saving Rover, and in the days to come-“ he took a deep breath, “you’ll have to leave. And I- I know you have to. So please. I don’t want to make this harder for both of us.”

A painful silence followed this confession, words of reassurance dying in your throat. He was still in your arms, shallow breathing the only noise in the room. “I’m sorry” he whispered, voice cracking uncharacteristically, snapping out of your stupor. You took a deep breath. “And if I-“ you licked your lips, choosing your words carefully, ”and if promised you I’d come back to you even if I had to go away… could we make this possible, Captain?”

He stared at you, the drying tears springing up in his eyes again. Something was off. You felt it. “Captain… Brant, speak to me.” He shook his head, laying against your shoulder, as he let out a quite sob. “You…” he whispered. You soothingly rubbed his back, praying to any god who would listen, to take this man’s pain away. “I’m selfish. I want you all to myself but…”

“You deserve someone better, Rover. I’m only a fool.”

“…”

“What?” You whispered in disbelief. Getting no reply, you gently took his face in your hands, looking at him in confusion. “Is that what you’re worried about?” He refused to reply to you, instead opting to look down at the floor. “Brant” you said sharply, making him flinch and finally meet your eyes. You softened your voice, speaking as slowly as possible, making sure he heard every word you said. “I like you. So fucking much. I want you. And god forbid you ever think you’re not worth every second of my existence. Do you understand?” You felt his jaw tighten under your hands, still no reply.

You sucked in a deep breath. Fine then. “Brant.” You said, looking him in the eye. “Answer me.” Another moment of silence. You let a hand slide down to his neck, down his side and come to a rest at his hips, as your other hand tilted his face, your own face dangerously close to his. You felt him shudder under your touch. “Would you listen to me if show you how much you mean to me?”.

A moment passed. Then two. Then, a slow, shivering voice. “Show me, Rover.” A deep breath. “Please.”

You crashed your lips on his, the hand on his hips pulling him tight against you, as he let out a almost silent cry, before wrapping his arms around your neck like his life depended on it. You carefully picked him up. He wrapped his legs around you again, moaning against the kiss as you squeezed his ass playfully. Walking over to a conveniently placed table, which you were sure wasn’t here earlier, you placed him down, standing between his legs.

Breaking the kiss, four hands hurriedly began undoing the clothes separating you two. Finally, finally, after two months of dreaming of them, your hands made their way to his chest, leisurely kneading the muscles. The sinful moan he let out sent all your blood rushing down as you rolled your hips, your own erection rubbing against his. Clothes. You still had to get these clothes out of the way before you went crazy. He seemed to be having the same thoughts as you both began undoing what remained of your clothes, lips separating once in a while to take a breath before crashing back in.

Within minutes, he was naked. You broke away from the kiss, breath hitching in your throat as you admired the view before you. Your eyes trailed from his beautiful face, down his neck (you finally had a chance to mark it now), over his perfect, toned chest, his nipples now obviously hard, down to his chiseled abs and those thick thighs (damn, he had thick thighs too. You wondered how it would feel to be choked by them. You had plenty of time to find out) and your eyes landed on the painful looking erection, his tip already flushed red.

You unconsciously licked you lips, and heard him suck in a breath at this. You saw the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard and you dived in to press loving bites against his neck. You made sure to leave marks.

Taking his hands in yours, you held them behind him, making him ever so slightly arch his back. You continued nibbling at his skin as you made your way down his neck to his collar bone, then to his chest until your lips finally reached a nipple. Flicking your tongue against it, making the man under you let out a whine, as he arched his back further, pushing his chest in your face. It was exactly as you’d dreamt it would be. Soft and comfy.

Another whine escaped his lips, as he mumbled a little ‘please’. You grinned to yourself. “Hm? Tell me what you want baby” you cooed softly, looking up at him. He blushed a furious red as he stuttered over his words. You let out an amused chuckle. “Shh. It’s alright, don’t worry. Just let me take care of you, sweet thing.” You murmured, gaining another whine.

You gently pressed a palm against his belly, pushing him so that his back was against the table, now holding his hands above his head. You were again struck with how absolutely stunning he looked, even more so now with that pretty look on his face. You wanted to worship this man, and make all his self-deprecating thoughts go away, so that the only thought left in his head was that he belonged to you and that you most certainly belonged to him.

Leaning in for a kiss, you pressed your lips against his for a moment before leaning back to look at him. “Good?” You asked, giving him a soft smile as you kneaded his thigh with your free hand. He let out a whimper, then a whispered ‘so good’. Your hand pushed his legs apart, as you slowly rubbed against him, letting out a breathy moan at the friction. It was taking all your strength to control yourself. Your hand rode further up his thigh until it finally reached leaking cock.

You leaned in to take it in your mouth, relishing the keen it dragged out of the other male, and the way his thighs tightened around your face, just how you’d imagined them. You had already let go of his wrists but his hands obediently stayed above his head, earning him a rewarding moan against his cock, as you slid it into your mouth.

You loved the weight of it on your tongue, and the taste of pre-cum slipping down your throat. You began bobbing your head in a slow pace, taking your time adjusting to the feeling, until he began slightly jerking his hips towards you. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, all you could see was his beautifully arched chest, his head thrown back against the table. His whines and moans were getting louder, music to your ears as you increased your pace.

As the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you let out a choked moan, tears springing to your eyes. The feeling was heavenly, as you took him completely in your mouth, hands gripping his thighs tighter against your head. Honestly, you never knew you had a such a kink until this moment, but whatever this feeling was, you wanted to drown in it.

It was barely a few minutes later, when the man beneath you finally brought his arms down, hands gripping at your hair, as broken ‘’m close’ and ‘please’ fell from his lips over and over again. With a scream, he came, his come spilling down your throat as you forced yourself to swallow all that he was giving you. It was a few seconds before his cock went limp in your mouth, and you slowly pulled back, using your thumb to wipe the cum dripping down your chin and licking it clean, making a show for his hazy eyes.

You leaned in, nuzzling your face into his neck as you gently rubbed his thighs. “You wanna keep going?” You murmured against his skin. He put his arms back around you, letting out a groan before slightly shaking his head. “Not here. This thing is going to give me bruises with splinters.” He grumbled. You chuckled then let a hum of agreement, moving away from him to pick up your clothes. Cleaning him up with your coat, you dressed him with care, before dressing yourself.

You walked over to the door, with him walking right behind you, and were ready to try breaking it down again, but to your surprise and annoyance, the door was already unlocked. Hand in hand, you walked out to the deck only to find the entire crew assembled there with something of a bizarre party in full swing.

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There. That's that.

Part 2 will be up in a week. Probably.

I'll get there, I promise guys TwT.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Holy fuck, I’m finally done with this. I wrote this entire fic between midnight and 2 am most nights and when I tried proof-reading it, I swear I could see the words walk off the screen 😭. But this is also one of my favourite works so far so hope you enjoy :3.

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Male!Reader X Brant

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The letter had come at the perfect time. You had been here for almost three weeks, what with all the searching for Cartethiya, being dragged around all over the place by Lupa, getting ambushed every other day by someone who had issues with either of you. It was too hectic and you were so close to the truth and Lupa seemed to have a lot on her plate too so you didn’t have the heart to just tell her that you had to leave for a while. Go do something with this issue of yours to saying no.

Then you received a letter. From the troupe. A day later, you were greeted with cheers, hoots and hugs as you crash landed into the ships deck, misjudging the drop from your flight. You mingled around excitedly, Brant materialising the second he heard your voice, standing by your side as you talked to the others. It was true they really missed you but they soon enough took their cue to leave you two love birds alone. Last time hadn’t ended the way you wanted it to. Before you’d had a chance to even make it to a room, Carlotta and sent you an SOS call, which led from one thing to another. So now was the first time you’d seen him since after your confession.

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You wanted to squeeze the man in a bear hug but he looked as if he would build a brick wall around himself if you laid a finger on him right now. You noticed that he had gone back to his awkward insecure phase. You hated yourself for having to leave almost immediately after the you confessed. But the two of you knew this was going to happen. Brant still refused to meet your eyes, and you wondered how hard it must have been for him to put up that brave, carefree persona of his for all these years.

The two of you had walked into the cabin. It had been eerily silent in the cabin compared to all the commotion outside, until he’d quite suddenly began speaking of random things. You wanted to kiss him stupid so that he wouldn’t over-fry his brain. Now the two of you stood face to face, him fiddling with his hat, still talking about all the renovations and shows they’ve had for the past couple of days, while you were busy ogling at this hot man you now called your lover.

A few minutes passed, and you realised that he was no where near letting himself out of his shell like last time, and you finally took a step towards him as he began focusing on picking at his fingernails. You called out his name softly but it was drowned out in his nervous monologue.

You took another step towards him. This seemed to snap him out of his rambling, as he took a surprised step back. You saw it in his eyes the second he realised you were quite literally staring into his soul. He smiled nervously, again fiddling with his hat. “You’re back, Rover” he mumbled.

You could see a blush spread to his ears as he realised how ridiculous that sounded. But you only returned the smile, replying with a “I’m back”. Another beat passed where he internally fought for an opportunity to break eye contact with you, but you could go without blinking for a while if you put your mind to it, apparently.

You crossed your arms. You could almost see him jumping out of his skin when you suddenly spoke up. “Take it off” you demanded, with almost a pout in your voice. He chuckled nervously, “My hat??”. You stepped closer to him, your breaths mingling. You could feel the awkwardness radiating off him . “The act. You look like I’m judging your entire career and life choices.”

He stood still for a moment, blinking at your reply. A quiet ‘oh’ escaped his lips. You waited patiently. He took off his hat, placing it on the table. Yes, that table. You were getting tempted by the devil. Then he removed his mask. You could see him contemplating about what exactly he was supposed to do to remove the facade.

He stood still for a few seconds. “You’re not breathing” you had to remind him. He took a short clipped breath, still unsure. You carefully placed a hand on his hip, the other coming to a rest on his cheek. “…Talk to me, Captain” you requested, thumb caressing the soft skin beneath his eyes. You could feel him carefully nuzzle into it.

“What is there to talk about?” A moment of déjà vu flashed through your mind. The things this man did to you. “Oh? I could go on for about an hour right now about everything I want to do with you.” This elicited a surprised chuckle and a soft flush of his cheeks. “…Go on. What’s on the itinerary?” You smiled in relief. Well, atleast he wasn’t trying to peel his nails off anymore.

“Well, for starters, I want to hold you so fucking badly right now.” You replied leaning your forehead against his. He took an unsure breath, blinking rapidly, before he slowly brought his arms up to wrap them around your neck. You carefully pulled him into yourself, the arm on his hip wrapping around him. “Okay,” he breathed out. “Go on.”

You brought your lips against his. “I want to taste you. Gods, I want to show you how much I missed you, darling.” His breath hitched against yours. “May I?” You asked gently. He whispered another inaudible ‘go on’ before you pressed your lips against his, your hand pressing the back of his neck towards you, as his hands gripped at the back of your shirt.

It wasn’t the best kiss. There was a lot of teeth clashing and nose bumping but oh dear god, to you, it was perfect. You could almost physically feel him melting into you, his shell now in pieces on the ground.

You tugged at his hair, eliciting a surprised gasp. Biting his lower lip in apology, you pressed your tongue against his, sighing softly as they swirled around each other.

Slowly, his grip on your shirt loosened, one of his hands coming up to cradle your head, pulling you closer when you would try to break the kiss. For a moment, dying by not being able to breathe because of this seemed like the most respectable way to exit this world. There was also being choked by his thighs but-

But then you remembered you had the world to save and you gently pulled away from him, pressing a feathery kiss against his cheeks as an apology when his lips followed yours stubbornly.

The two of you stood there for a moment, pressed against each other, his forehead resting on your shoulder while you carded your fingers through his hair.

It was him who broke the silence in a few seconds. “…Only a few minutes have passed. You promised me an hour, Rover.” This earned a laugh from you, and an affectionate kiss to the crown of his head. “Don’t worry your pretty little heart, darling. I’d give you so much more than my time if that’s what you wish for.”

He leaned backwards, tilting his face to look you in the eye. There was something there that told you he was serious now. “…I missed you. So much. I knew-.. We knew this would happened, but still…” his voice had lowered to a whisper at the end. You brushed his hair comfortingly, pressing another kiss to his lips, much softer this time. “I know… but we’ve each got our role to play, Brant, and… sometimes I really wish it was simply the role of lovers in this world. But remember, always, this won’t have me loving you any less, darling.” This time it was him who initiated the kiss. You could feel his lower lip trembling against yours. Your arm tightened around him, wanting to ground him to you.

Eventually pulling back again, he took a deep breath, a sweet smile finally gracing his lips. You returned the smile, your heart beating erratically at something as simple as the crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

Another dramatic beat passed, and his smile morphed into a smirk. Well, now your heart was simply malfunctioning. “Well, since you missed me oh so much, why don’t really you show me, Rover…”.

Lo and behold, foreplay time was over. It was time to get down to business.

With a chuckle from you and a delighted yelp from him, you swept him off his feet, carrying him bridal style to his room. Because you definitely didn’t want him to get splinters from that cabin table again. Kicking the door open dramatically, you spun into the room, earning a laugh from him, and gently laid him on the bed.

Going back and locking the door, you crawled onto the bed. He was laying on his back, looking at you with that lovesick look in his eyes that made you want to carve a space in your heart and hide him in it.

You leaned in and caught his lips with yours, your arm looping under his back and pulling him up onto your lap. Impatiently shrugging off his coat, his arms loosely wrapped around your neck, fingers playing with your hair as you kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

Still holding the kiss, you snaked a hand under his shirt, dragging your nails lightly down his back. You could feel him shiver against you. Your other hand kneaded at his thighs, which were wrapped around your torso. Again, being choked to death by his thighs? Best way to go.

Pulling back for breath, you latched your lips onto his nape, making sure to leave scattered red marks all over his neck and shoulders. A gentle bite behind his ear earned you a tug at your hair, causing a groan to escape your lips.

When you were satisfied with your art, you leaned back. You really wished you could paint a portrait of him like this. He was breathing softly, his eyes hooded, looking at you through his eyelashes, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Well, it seemed that your dear lover was getting impatient. Before you could commit this image into your memory in fine detail, his hands were already fiddling with your shirt buttons. You returned the favour, slipping his shirt off and throwing it off the bed.

You paused a second to admire the sight, before you unceremoniously shoved your face into his chest, earning a surprised yelp and a chuckle from your lover. “I know you think they’re comfy, but I’ll toss you off the ship if you doze off right now” he warned with a faux frown. You let out a whine, jokingly grumbling about what a tiring life you’ve led for the past few weeks and how you deserved this rest. You pulled back grinning, only after he promised he’d let you sleep on them later.

You pressed your lips against his pecs, tugging and twisting at it with your teeth, feeling the shiver up his spine under your palm that rested against his back. You leaned forward until he had his back against the soft bed, with you on your knees between his legs.

You let go of his swollen pecs with a pop, licking at them soothingly, as your hands made quick work of his pants. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as the cool air brushed against his bare skin. His thighs pressed against your sides, trying to close themselves.

You traced the blush that was spreading from his ears to his neck with your lips, sucking on his trembling lower lip in comfort. You dragged a hand down his thigh, making way between his legs, wrapping your palm around the base of his cock. You pumped it with slight force, swallowing the gasps that escaped his lips.

Your hand found a swift rhythm, pre-come beading at his tip, as you pressed a teasing finger against his slit. In a few minutes, his moans were getting unrestrained, the sounds only making your hand speed up, as you nuzzled your face into his neck. His arms were draped over your back, nails digging into your skin as he neared his climax.

He came with a soft cry, his come coating your hands and his abdomen. You let go of his cock, leaning back to press gentle kisses to his thighs, rubbing your hands against his hips to help him ground himself.

The two of you remained silent for a few moments. You didn’t want to rush him into something the two of you were doing for the first time. He seemed to be staring a hole into the ceiling and you wondered whether this was enough for today. “Captain, do you need-“ you began voicing your concerns at the same time he spoke up. “I want you inside me.”

…OH. “Are you sure, darling? We can stop here for today. We don’t-“ you were interrupted with quite a serious look. “Now.” He demanded with a whine in his voice. Self-restraint was being restrained by your hormones. You gave him a goofy smile. “Well if you insist, who am I to deny, Captain?”

You quickly, quite unceremoniously pulled your pants off, digging through its pockets to search for the lube you’d brought, because one can never be too prepared with a hot lover like him. Finding it, you popped the lid off, pouring the liquid over your fingers. You still had to make sure he was ready for this one last time. “Are you sure? We-“ you winced then chuckled as he playfully kicked you with his heel, glaring at you, as if daring you to continue that question. “Alright, alright.”

You leaned down, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “But tell me immediately if it hurts okay?” He answered with a kiss to the side of your head, and a gentle tug of your hair as a ‘go on’.

You pressed one finger inside slowly, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. Once he began squirming around, you began moving your finger, curling it around, earning a breathy moan against your hair.

A second finger followed, eventually a third, as you spread him open, looking for his sweet spot. A sudden cry told you you’d found it. You didn’t want him to come again just yet, and your fingers only teasingly brushed against that spot, as your other hand held his hips down. He whined for you to stop teasing him, but didn’t try to move his hips once you held him down.

You crashed your lips on his, sucking on his tongue in reward for being so patient. Once you decided he was stretched enough, you pulled your fingers out, his hole clenching at the emptiness in dismay.

You popped open the lube bottle again, pouring it over your cock, letting some of it drip over his hole, which twitched at the cold sensation. You really wanted to ask him if he was okay to continue, but the impatient pout he was giving you told you that he would definitely kick you off the bed if you opened your mouth.

So instead you occupied your mouth kissing him, one hand holding his thigh over your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles, as you pressed your tip against his hole. He let out a gasp as you pushed the head in, which quickly turned into a moan as you gently pushed deeper, bottoming out with a shuddering groan.

His hole was clenching around you, only relaxing as you whispered sweet nothings against his lips, reminding him to breathe. You remained still for a minute, letting him adjust to the size.

His clipped breathing evened out slowly. “…Rover…” he called out, his eyes focusing on yours. “I’m here, darling” you assured him, rubbing circles into his hips. “…hmn..I love you” he whispered, absentmindedly. You froze for a moment, which he caught onto, and you could see his nervous expression. So, before he could spiral, you caught his lips in yours.

For that moment, you forced yourself to forget all that required your attention away from your lover, choosing instead to just feel him in your arms. You broke the kiss, lips still brushing against his. “I love you too, Brant.” You could see the wetness shimmering beneath his eyes, but he smiled instead, pressing his forehead to yours in a silent promise.

The romantic moment broke when you leaned forward to press your lips to his forehead, forgetting that you were literally inside this man. He cried out in surprise, smacking a palm to your shoulder as your cock pressed into his sweet spot. He whined out your name, followed by something that sounded like ‘idiot!’.

You apologised with a chuckle, earning you another smack to the shoulder. You rolled your hips teasingly, giving a satisfied smile when he moaned, tears springing to his eyes.

You pulled back half way, and he squirmed beneath you, adjusting himself. You thrust back in, finding his sweet spot easily this time. You started off with a slow rhythm, hands gripping his hips for balance. Once he began asking you for more, gripping at the pillow, you increased your pace.

He threw a hand over his face as his tears began spilling, screaming out your name when you gripped his thighs, pushing them to his chest, driving yourself deeper inside him. You could see the faint bulge of you inside him.

“No hiding, darling” you pleaded softly, placing a kiss against the wrist covering his eyes. He pouted, but obeyed nonetheless, lifting his head to take your lips in his.

He began rocking his hips, begging you to go faster, throwing a hand over your shoulder and digging his nails into your back, letting you know that he was close. You could feel the heat coiling inside you, reminding you that you weren’t far behind either.

The only warning he gave was a loud cry of your name, before he came untouched, his come coating both your chests. Even in his dazed high, his thighs wrapped tightly around you. “Inside-come inside me? Please?” He whined.

This was enough to tip you over the edge, and with one last thrust, you released inside him, your arms giving way as you dropped your weight on him, your vision going white.

The two of you remained still, the only sounds in the room heavy breathing. Slowly, he began squirming under you, and you propped yourself on your hands.

“How are we feeling, darling?” You asked, slowly pulling out of him. He sighed ruefully at the empty feeling before answering you with a ‘sticky…’.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead head, getting off the bed to get some water and a towel. Finding these in the restroom, you returned to him.

You gently pressed two fingers back inside him, curling your fingers to get any remaining come out of him. Once you were done, you pulled the still dazed man onto your lap, back to your chest. You wet the towel, and wiped his chest, belly and thighs carefully.

Once you were done with him, you brought a cup of water to his lips which he sipped gratefully. Feeling better, he got off your lap, laying on the bed as you cleaned yourself. You flopped down beside him, lying on your side.

He turned to face you, smiling happily when you brushed his hair with your hands. “Better now?” You asked, wiggling closer to him until your noses brushed. He laughed. “Much… I love you.” He answered.

“I love you too. I’ll take it that I did a good job, Captain.” You grinned. He pinched your side playfully, chuckling. “A very good job, Rover. It was amazing… much better than I imagined.” He replied.

You stopped brushing his hair, and he looked up at your face. You propped your head on your palm. “Oh? Now I need to know how you imagined it, my dear captain.” The raging blush returned to his face, “That’s not what I- don’t tease me!” He groaned when you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Alright, alright” you soothed him, “we’ll leave it… for now.” He buried his face in your chest, and whined. “Rover~”.

You don’t know whether saving the world was worth leaving your lover’s side for.

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Oofff we’re done 🫠. I swear I love this man so much.

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