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Valentines isn't celebrated as much in the Ground, still- the tradition of spending a day with your special someone doesn't sound so bad.
Unless one of them forgot about it.
CW: violence and blood (Jabber), nsfw (Jabber)
Enjin:
You've been planning for this day for weeks. You reminded him a couple of times that you will be taking him out for this day.
Now you stand in front of his door- chocolates in hand. You fix your hair a little before knocking.
When Enjin opened the door, the scent of cigarettes hit your nose.
"Hey gorgeous! What's got you so dressed up this evening?" A smile was present on his face as he asked.
"Enjin..." Your brows furrow a bit- arms slacking.
"Yes?" You just continue to look at him. Enjin stares back-confused.
You know what? You're gonna be petty.
"Mmm.. nothing, just here to drop off these chocolates. You could share it with the kids, just don't give Rudo too much."
"Aww, you're so thoughtful, sweetie. I'll make sure of it." He gives you a peck on your cheek. He stinks of cigarette smoke, clearly someone hasn't even taken a shower.
You stand still for a moment, wishing that he at least remembers.
"So... Do you need anything else?"
Okay, fuck it you're leaving.
"Nothing more, good luck babe."
"You too, boo!"
You left before hearing his door close. Right when you turned the corner, you could hear him fling his door open, shouting as he chased after you.
"BABE I'M SORRY PLEASE WAIT UP!"
Arkha Corvus:
You just got home after a short but tiring mission clearing out trashbeasts. When you opened the door to his room, a delicious scent of his cooking immediately got your attention. You head to the kitchen and see Corvus cooking up a feast.
"Woah... what's the occasion, love?" You visibly saw Arkha tense for a moment. Turning his head slightly to gauge if you were joking.
"Uhh, Arkha?"
"It seems like you forgot what we had planned for today."
You turn to look at the calendar, a specific day drawn in a heart. Your face pales for a second before sputtering.
"Wait- no I didn't forget! Well I did, but I didn't forget to plan for it!"
"Really now?"
"Yes! Amo helped me make a paper bouquet for you! Fuck- that was supposed to be a surprise..."
There's a little grin on his face that you don't seem to notice from your panicked state.
"Now, don't drag an innocent kid into this."
You began to tearfully sob while kneeling and hugging his waist. "Nonono- please believe me!"
Gris Rubion:
It was already a chilly evening, you were waiting for Gris to arrive at the roof of the HQ for your little under the moonlight picnic date. You already placed a spacious mat for the food, a couple of thick candles scattered around for ambiance- the only one missing is your lover, Gris.
A couple of minutes pass, the wax from the candles pool around the bottom and he still hasn't arrived. You fear that he must've forgotten about your date, that was until the metal door burst open— Gris heaving and panting as he held a bouquet of fake roses in his arms.
"I'm h-here, hah, sorry I was late."
You stood up from the mat and embraced him.
"I thought you forgot."
"About you? Never for the whole damn Ground."
The chilly night was spent gazing at the starless night sky— only the moon and candles being the source of light, basking in each other's warmth.
Zanka Nijiku:
He was bummed. You already had things planned on this special day with him, but with the unfortunate events that occurred in that giant trashbeast, he was still confined in the infirmary to recover.
And there you were, scurrying around and placing decorations around him, with permission from Eisha if you could celebrate here of course. Zanka was quiet the whole time, his chin resting on his palm- eyes following your movements as you prepare this little celebration for him.
"I know we already had plans for today and I'm the reason why we couldn't go-"
"Shut it. If you're going to apologize for being here- alive, then I will kill you."
"That doesn't make any sense-"
"If you were just stabbed, I wouldn't worry much because I know you're an incredible guy who would defy those odds and survive, and also because I trust Eisha." He stares as you continue to speak, it felt like you were lecturing him out of concern. Which you were.
"But not only you were stabbed- but also drugged by a crazy motherfucker! And that's what's Eisha was saying, you're already fine but you still have it in your system." You sat down on his bed, holding his hands- your fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around his. Zanka's gaze softens as you bring his fingertips to your lips.
"I'm so relieved that you're alive. You don't know how much it'll break me if one day you-"
His fingers clench around your collar, he cuts you off by pulling you in for a kiss.
"I won't let myself be killed that easy."
"You better."
Jabber Wonger:
"What's so special today?" Jabber asks, clearly bored out of his mind. You took him out of the base, basically dragged him out from his drug den or make-shift lab, whatever you call it. The sun was already setting, giving you a great view for your surprise.
"You've been asking me 'bout this for days, I want you to guess."
"Outdoor sex? Didn't know you were an exhibitionist, babe~" you could feel him purr on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.
"Mmm... No, keep guessing~"
You continue to walk closely with each other as he continues to guess what you had planned. You stop on your tracks, Jabber peeks from your shoulder.
It was an open area with a few lights stuck on poles to illuminate the field. Jabber walks around to check the place out, kicking stones around when he found nothing exciting.
"Can't really tell what you're planning, babe. Come on! Give me a hint!"
"Fine, fine... But! Give me a kiss first, pretty boy~"
Jabber happily jogs towards you and jumps on your open arms. He immediately sticks his tongue out to lick your lips before diving in for your lips. It was a sloppy, messy kiss that had both of you groaning when you part.
"What's the surprise?" he giggles
"Y'know how you've been pestering me to fight you?"
"Yeah? Always say no, you're no fun."
"That's why we're here, babe. Let's let it all out!" Jabber felt blood pumping from his ears.
"Yo, you better mean that man! I don't want you holding back on me!" His face is brimming with excitement.
You grab a hold of his face, planting a peck on his lips. "You for one should know that I never hold myself back."
"Then what are we waiting for, babe?"
"Get ready to get your ass handed to you. Also, I got Cthoni as an emergency contact, just in case I bring you to the verge of death."
"That's what I like to hear!"
Jabber takes a few steps away from you, creating space for your combat. His thoughts run in miles, thinking of how you'll mess him up– or how he will mess you up. His mankira extends— only on its first form.
"And here I thought we're not holding back."
"Give me a fight that's worth my life and you'll see my baby's true colors."
In a flash of light– your jinki transforms. Right hand neurotoxin, left hand poison– you remind yourself.
The air shifts as you both dash towards each other, killing intent present on both your glowing eyes. His mankira manages to scrape your cheek, not deep enough to instill his poison but enough to sting and burn. You kick him away to create distance between yourselves. Playing it safe is boring, but acting stupid isn't your style either.
"Ahh fuck it, I'll just have fun."
An exchange of blows after blows began– pushing your bodies to their limits. Eventually, Jabber revealed mankira's true form, those large talons are intimidating as hell— but that doesn't stop you from rushing towards him with your jinki in hand and landing a hit on his temple. He stumbles in his steps, he probably wouldn't be able to fight like this this— concussed as hell. As a last ditch effort he tries to stab himself with his neurotoxin, however, you pinned his hands above his head— transforming mankira to it's first form since he wasn't able to concentrate.
"You don't get the easy way out, Jabber. I want you to feel every single hit I give your body and every bruise that I will create on your skin. I want you conscious for every single one." You whisper in his ear. He musters a grin, looking down– you could see that he was already sporting a boner. Freak..
"I fucking love you, y'know that right?" Jabber struggles from your grip, definitely not giving up from the fight. In turn, you held him tighter, almost cutting circulation in his hand. You raise your fist and land it heavily on his cheek— slipping that you accidentally hit his nose. Crimson red blood drips out from his broken nose, you fight the urge to– no, you were already leaning down to lick it clean. Jabber groans, rutting his hips in the air —slap— his head turns to the side.
"Behave, at this point you're no better than a dog." You felt less of a struggle from him, you're supposed to be fighting but there he is, thrusting his hips in the air like an animal.
"Don't tell me you've given up. I still haven't got my fun."
The adrenaline left Jabber's system, making him feel all the soreness from the fight. Still, he bites his lips in anticipation of your next hit. But before you could– Cthoni holds your arm back.
"You two definitely deserve each other, a couple of freaks."
"I prefer to call us devoted individuals. You love me, don't ya Jabber?"
"I do, babe." He wheezed out as you sat on his chest.
"Still, we can't have him out of commission this week. Zodyl got us a mission do."
"Uggghh, fine. You heard that babe? You got saved by the bell."
"boooo"
"I know right? Booooo" you both boo at Cthoni, you could see a comically large vein throbbing on her head. In turn she kicks the two of you into her manhole, transporting you in your room.
"Let's take a little rest before we patch each other up."
"All good to me."
That fight had both of you properly exhausted and immediately fell asleep with Jabber resting his head on your chest.
A few hours later, you woke up first to see him drooling on your shirt. You gently pried yourself away from him to get a new clean set of clothes, a wet towel, and bandages. While he sleeps, you take his clothes off —you leave him with his underwear of course— to wash away the dirt and blood. Underneath his clothes hide the bruises and wounds from earlier. Purple-red marks from your punches and a couple of old ones turning grayish on his skin. He jolts awake when the wet towel touches him.
"Just cleaning you up babe." You start at his arms, his muscles relax under your touch. Your fingers tracing along mankira– pressing on the sharp edge with your thumb. It pricks your finger, small droplets of blood emerge and you wipe it on Jabber's lips, smearing it like lipstick. He pokes his tongue out to lick his lips clean, giving you a grin. On his toned stomach blooms a nasty purple bruise, probably from earlier, you couldn't help yourself but to press on it— Jabber groans, fists clenching the pillow under him. You continue pressing on his bruise, loving the way he responds. Both of your thumbs press circles around his skin, his breath hitches at every little movement you make. As you lay between his legs, you could feel his clothed erection poking on your own stomach. You expected as much, sooner or later.
"Stop- stop, I might— hngh- I might cum."
How nice it was of him to warn you, he's certainly become more obedient from when you first started this relationship. You stop, he breathes a sigh of relief– you felt his calloused fingers brush against your face, his thumbs pressing on your cheekbones– pulling you close to meet his lips. You slither your way above him. Your pelvises resting on top— clothed erections rubbing against each other. Jabber groans as you move your hips, under your weight, you could feel a ladder of piercings from his erections rub against yours. Your hips rut forward, heavier, an intent to make him finish before you. He tries pushing you off, but to no avail, you instead pin his arms above his head– rendering him helpless under your touch. Soon he came in his underwear, making a mess of himself. That didn't stop you from reaching your high.
Jabber felt his brain frying, "Fuck– I just, ngh- I just came, man~" You felt yourself coming close, your hips stutter and your thighs shake from exhaustion. He felt your grip release his pinned arms— eyes following your hand as you pull your erection out of its confines, stroking yourself along your thrusts. Jabber bites his lip, pushing his own underwear down to reveal his slightly limp cock— four barbel piercings adorning along his frenum— slowly recovering from its previous release.
He wraps his calloused hand on both of your erections, his rings along with the sensation of his piercings rubbing on your cock slowly drives you to the edge. Jabber's thumb smears the precum coming from both of you– easing the strokes. You bury your head on the crook of Jabber's neck, digging your teeth, deep enough to feel his skin break, his crimson red blood filling your mouth. "Fuuck, you're such a sadist~" Jabber came alongside you, his head feeling like it's been stuffed by cotton.
You move away from him, eyes half lidded, his body twitches slightly. His fingers mix your spent with his, dragging them along his chest to his mouth, licking it clean– intensely locking eye contact with you as his tongue licks the crevices of his hand.
"You're putting on such a good show— makes me want to go all the way through."
"Is it working?" Jabber feels your erection twitch on his thigh.
"Guess that answers my question~"
part 2
