#tamsy x reader

[jiimeniita]

[nyankochan]

♥︎ Heavenly ♥︎

Synopsis: first time going raw and he’s addicted to the feeling

feat: enjin, tamsy, gris, zodyl x fem!afab!reader (individual)

Content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, doggy style/prone bone, manhandling, choking (Tamsy), mean dom!tamsy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pússydrunk men, mating press (Gris), not pulling out, breeding kink, husband!zodyl, husband!gris, marathon sex (Zodyl), I hope is didn’t forget anything and I apologize if I did!

master list -- here w/c -- 3.1k (average 750 each)

♥︎ —enjin

“W-what?!”

Enjin sputters, doing a double take at your request. He wasn’t quite sure if he heard you correctly or if he was mind was just trying to play tricks on him. Because there was no way you could’ve possibly said what you just said. But deep down, he hoped like hell he was right.

“I said that next time we have sex. I don’t want to use a condom,” you repeat. Your boyfriend stiffens, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. Almost as if you just slapped him when making your wicked request. Were you trying to kill him? Based on your sly smile, Enjin is truly beginning to believe that you’re nothing but trouble disguised as a vixen. That’s what it had to be.

“G-goddamn woman,” Enjin exhales shakily. His clothes were suddenly very constricting. He tries to suppress a groan when his cock throbs, pressing uncomfortably against his thigh. “Can’t just go around saying shit like that so casually. You even know what you’re asking—“

“Oh I’m well aware…” You teasingly trace your hand down his chest. “But I said what I said~”

Enjin’s restraint snaps, and he all but pounces on you. His mouth is on yours, hot and desperate. His hands are rough and needy, pulling at your clothes and groping wherever he can while he backs you into the bed. You fumble with his belt, and Enjin quickly kicks off his slacks. You’re just as impatient as he, already trying to pull his cock from his boxers.

“Fuck—wait a min,” Enjin pants, his hot breath against your skin as he grabs your hands. He pins them above your head, and you whimper. “Shit, babe. One sec—need to stretch you out first, and—oh fuck—“ He hisses through his teeth as you roll your hips, pressing your sweet, bare cunt against him.

“Enjin, don’t care about that,” your words slur. You hook your heels around his waist to try to bring him closer, where you’re aching to have him. “Just hurry it up already. Need you inside now.”

Enjin shudders. “Tch. Dammit.” He frees his cock from the waistband of his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight of his length. Thick and an angry red at the tip with pre drooling down the side. It’s like he was suddenly bigger than before. Then again, he was always a shower to begin with.

Fisting himself a few times, Enjin presses his tip against the entrance of your puffy folds, already glistening and wet with your arousal. “Since you won’t let me prep you,” he grunted. Enjin lets a glob of spit fall from his lips. You shiver as it lands on your clit. “Such an inpatient ass brat.”

You gasp as he tries to prod himself forward. The puffy lips of your pussy flutter and try to suck him forward. “Enjin, please!”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t need to beg princess.” Enjin kisses his teeth, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s all yours anyway.”

The first thick inch of his cock stretches through your walls, and Enjin could nearly cum on the spot. Without the condom restricting him, your cunt feels downright heavenly around him. Was your pussy always this warm and gooey? And oh fuck—you were damn near suffocating his cock with how you clenched around him.

“Holy shit…you’re gonna snap my dick off, squeezin’ me like that,” Enjin groans.

“Ack-Enjin!” You gasp, back bowing off the bed. “S’too much. Y-you’re too—“ When you twist away, Enjin folds one of your legs over his shoulder and urges his hips forward trying to ease the next few inches in. You bite back a squeal when the bulbous head kisses against your cervix.

“Aht. Don’t go tapping out on me now. I ain’t even all the way in yet.” Biting his lower lip, Enjin grips your hips and with a final thrust, sheathes himself the rest of the way. His cock was already throbbing. He was damn near ready to blow his load just from feeling you without the condom alone, which would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.

“Fuck.” Enjin lets out a low moan. He moves slowly, dragging his length back and forth, the thick ridges of the veins running down the side massaging against your quivering walls. You cunt spits out more of your sweet arousal, a ring of messy white coating the base of Enjin’s cock which he shoves back in with a mean snap of his hips. He presses so deep it leaves you gasping. And then he’s moving, each stroke becoming progressively harder and faster than the last.

“You feel so amazing,” Enjin grunts. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you. And Enjin’s so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, he’s cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.

“Shit.” His hips stutter through the overstimulation, trying to fuck his release deeper, filling you to the brim with him. “Never using a damn rubber again. This pussy’s too addicting.”

♥︎ —tamsy caines

“Hah—shit,” Tamsy’s breathy grunts fill your ears. The sweaty strands of his long hair stick to his forehead as he pumps his cock in and out of your gummy walls. You keen against him, tears brimming against your eyelashes. But Tamsy grabs you wrists, pinning them behind you to hold on for leverage. “Stop squirming,” he hisses.

“But Tamsy~” your words slur, delirious from the way his length continues to stretch and fill you. Your boyfriend has you pinned beneath him, hips pressed flush against your ass. In this position, the stretch of his cock feels impossibly deeper, making your toes curl. And without the condom, his throbbing length seems to nudge all your most sensitive spots. “Y-you’re too…ah…T-too deep.”

At that, Tamsy laughs.

“Too deep?” He wraps a firm arm around your waist while keeping another hand on your wrists. “No, my love. I don’t think I’m deep enough-“

You squeal into the pillows as Tamsy suddenly rams into you hard. It steals your breath when the mushroom tip bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke. Your fluttering walls quiver in response.

He traps you under his body weight. And no matter how much you push and whine against him, your weepy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect.

“T-there we go,” Tamsy pants. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickles against your skin. His hand snakes up your body before wrapping around your throat. He squeezes ever so slightly at first, just enough to make you gasp.

“Just look at how well you’re taking me. Heh. You say it’s too much, but your body betrays you, my love.” Tamsy lets out a low his, scrunching his eyes shut as he stutters, “Your damn cunt’s trying to suck me dry, and every time I fuck against that sweet spot of yours, you tighten just a bit.”

You shake your head, but Tamsy’s hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “S’not true!” You babble, beginning to feel lightheaded. “I’m…ah, fuck. N-no…i-it’s not—“

“No?” Tamsy bemused. His grip tightens—chokes—making you cry out. “Then why are you still making such a fucking mess on my cock, huh?”

Your arousal coats his length in a filthy ring of white. Your weepy cunt damn near gushes around him when his hips snap back in, dripping down onto your thighs and the sheets below. It’s messy where you two connect, your arousal mixing with his precum, smearing down Tamsy’s cock each time his hips snap against yours.

Your puffy lips fluttered around his hard length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease again and again and again.

“F-fuck…Tamsy, I’m gonna—“ you whimper.

“Go on. Cum.”

Eyes rolling back, your release hits you with such force it leaves you gasping. Your clit throbs and your entire body goes slack under Tamsy, who swears under his breath. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you when his orgasm hit and it hit hard.

His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum, his balls throbbing in almost relief to finally be emptying themselves. His hips still as he emptied inside you, pinning you to the mattress, or perhaps it was his strength finally leaving him.

You could feel his release trickle down your ass and thighs, over spilling from your overstimulated cunt. As you try to catch your breath, blinking the stars out your vision, Tamsy shifts ever so slightly. His lips press against the back of your throat, more gentle than he had been all night.

“Sorry for my roughness,” he murmurs. “Are you alright, angel?”

“I’m fine…just…holy shit…” Your response is met with an impassive sounding hum from Tamsy. You don’t think much of it, only focusing on how your hips ache in a good way, and that you’re exhausted.

“Good.” Suddenly, Tamsy flips you on to your back side. You blink up at him in surprise, taking in his flushed face and noticed the way his long hair had fallen out of its usual style and the strands stuck messily against his sweaty face. The thick head of his cock prods against your entrance once more, twitching to attention in his palm as he guides himself through your walls once more.

Already, he was hard again.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Tamsy says a bit breathlessly, his vision somewhat glassy. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take all of me.”

♥︎—gris rubion

“L-love, w-wait a minute.”

Gris’s breath hitches and then a low moan leaves his lips when you sink down on his cock—without a condom. He swears, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking upwards in attempts to sheath himself deeper into your womb. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder, gritting your teeth as you take him further inch by inch.

“W-wait!” Gris gasps. He finally pulls himself together and grips your waist to stall your movements. “I’m n-not wearing any protection.” His Adam’s Apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Fuck. Did your pussy always feel this snug? You weren’t even seated all the way, still struggling to get his cockhead to breach past your gooey walls.

“So?” You reply. You roll your hips, grinding against Gris’s pelvis. He hisses, hands firm as they try to stop you.

“So, if we’re not careful, you could get pregnant, and—“

“So?”

Gris gawks at you. He tries to sputter out some half assed excuse, but you could see right through them. After all, you felt the way his cock grew harder at your words. It’s girthy base swelling try and mold your cunt into its shape. The stretch was delicious.

“You wanted to be a dad, right?”

“Y-yes.” Gris swallows. His fingers twitch, itching to grab you. “B-but we said that it would be better to wait—“

“Well, I changed my mind.”

“A-are you sure? D-don’t just say this on my account.”

“Not at all,” you interrupt, pulling him down by his collar so your lips brush. “I want a baby, Gris. Please?”

Gris kisses you before you could finish your sentence. In the same breath, he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. The scream is lodged in your throat, stopped by the kiss.

“Well, if that’s what my wife wants,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Who am I to deny her request?”

Gris flips you on to your backside. You gasp in surprise. Grabbing the nearby pillow, he settles it underneath your hips. But his gentlemanly behavior is short lived, because once he ensures you’re comfortable, he has you folded in half the next second.

“Ack-Gris!” Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Gris pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. Your husband groans, dipping his head into his valley of your breast.

Any slight breath and you could feel him nudging impossibly deeper. His cock stretched you to the brim, pressing against your womb for your lover to feel. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, trying to suck him further than what was even possible. The stretch of him burned, the veins on his length dragging along your walls.

“Shit—“ Gris swears. “You want me…to fill this pussy up…” He kisses your cheek which was streaked with tears. “You want that, right? Want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck a baby into you?”

“Y-yes!” You gasp. “P-please. W-wanna make y-you a daddy.”

“Make me a daddy, huh?”

Fuck, did he like the sound of that.

The weight of Gris’s body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.

Gris groans. “S-shit. G-gonna cum, Princess. Gonna—fuck—make you a mommy.”

He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, causing him to sink to his forearms. You let out a low moan.

The uncomfortable position has your abdomen constricting with pleasure. Your cunt throbs, the hot globs of Gris’s release leaking out your hole when he pulls out. There is a dull ache in your thighs, though you don’t hate it.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Gris asks, kissing your cheeks. One of his hands caress down your body, squeezing where he’d been a bit too rough. He’s gentle when he touches you.

“I’m fine,” you pant.

“Then, you’re good to go for another round?”

“H-huh?”

Gris grins. “Obviously, we have to make sure it sticks.” He wraps your legs around his waist, his grip tight on your thighs. “So you aren’t leaving the bed until I’m sure you’re knocked up.”

♥︎— zodyl typhon

Zodyl was mean.

You told him as much, and multiple times at that, babbling incoherently as tears licked your cheeks. Not that your whines or insults deterred him from drilling into you. Or from you cumming for the nth time.

“Hmm, tell me, what number was that?” Zodyl mused. You’re gasping underneath him, your pussy quivering and sloppily leaking your own release, making such a mess on his cock and the sheets. “I seem to have lost count.”

“A-ah..Zodyl please..” you’re overstimulated, legs trembling around his waist. Your swollen clit throbbed, it puffy from Zodyl teasing it with that wicked tongue of his earlier. “C-can’t cum anymore…y-you’re gonna break me.”

“Break you?” Zodyl laughed. “Please, you’re far more resilient than that, my love.” He pulls out his throbbing length, intentionally dragging it against your sensitive walls. His own cum leaks from the head, having just stuffed you with another load. Though he didn't seem the least bit exhausted. “After all," Zodyl continues, "I’ve trained this pussy to take me.”

Zodyl flips you onto your hands and knees. Your arms wobble and bend, causing your back to arch even deeper. A low whine leaves your lips when Zodyl sheathes himself to the hilt, pressing against your cervix. He bites back a groan. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock spitting out more globs of cum as you squeeze around him.

But Zodyl continues to push through his own overstimulation, intent on drawing out your own pleasure.

“Shit…there you go…” the man chuckles. “And look. You’re just eagerly sucking me back in.”

You fist the sheets. It’s as if your body is hypnotized by the stretch and feel of his cock, even more so without the condom. Your hips move against your will, trying to snap back against his to take more. Zodyl slaps your ass for doing so.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“M’sorry,” you babble. “I-it’s jus’…f-feels so-ah.”

“Use your words,” Zodyl tsks. He takes a fistful of your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp. “You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

He tugs harder, making you moan. “Please, Zodyl! Fuck—move. N-need…need to cum.”

Zodyl shoves your face into the pillows.

“Now you need to cum after just telling me you couldn’t?” An amused grin tugs at his lips. “But who am I to deny my wife’s request? I wouldn’t be fulfilling my husband duties otherwise.”

Gripping your hips, he begins to fuck back into you with the same, relentless pace, giving you little time to adjust to his size. The thick girth of his shaft threatens to split you open. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, rough and needy.

Each time, there is an obscene squelch where you both connect. The sound is filthy and equally messy, your thighs slick with your own arousal and Zodyl’s cum aiding his frenzied thrusts against your ass. And fuck if Zodyl wasn't addicted to the feeling of you. His grip is bruising as he frantically chases his release, sweat clinging to his hair and pulling the strands from their usual slicked back style.

One of his thumbs finds your clit, teasing it with that slow, fluttering touch of his that makes your toes curl. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps. You cry out Zodyl's name as you cream around him, your body going slack against the bedsheets.

As your cunt squeezes around him, Zodyl lets out a low moan. His thrusts grow sloppy and unrhythmic before he pins you to the mattress with his weight. His hips still as he fills you to the brim, making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, good girl,” Zodyl groans in your ear. His lips press against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

“Y-you’re so mean,” you whimper. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Hmm, you say that, but you got several orgasms thanks to this “mean” man.” Zodyl gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub. He turns the handle to run the water. Before he leaves to go back to your shared room to grab you fresh clothes, he gives you a smug grin.

“And I’m not doing my due diligence as your husband if I don’t leave your legs shaking.”

[slutla]

EVALUATION CAME EARLY !

ft. enjin, gris, zanka, tamsy, jabber, corvus.

+ completely (un)necessary ‘n highly scientific breakdown of what’s actually going on down there (dick hcs)

warnings. 18+, mdni, literally whole post is tmi abt cock n balls. unrealistic descriptions of dicks. pubic hair. cum. wrote this 4 funsies. lots of bias in tamsy part srry. unedited ‘n messy writing. everyone is aged up ‘n is an adult ok. scents. gn! reader.

ENJIN — It isn’t thick but it’s Long. Definitely long. Pretty ‘n uncut. It’s a little curved, with veins on the underside. The sheer length alone has you cryin’ on it. He teases you about it, that sly, cocky smirk on his face. He knows he’s packing. He’s a shower and a grower, and oftentimes you can see the print through his sweats. Tan’ish colored tip, and he oozes out runny pre. He tastes kinda salty and he’s hairy, with a blonde happy trail. His balls are fat, round and he cum’s in ropes. Sticky, milky cum. Doesn’t really smell like anything. Prob has tats on it, maybe a piercing if you catch my drift.

GRIS — THICK. The grith is insane, stretches you out. 6-7 inches. It’s a little darker at the base, and also uncut. Angry red/pinkish tinted tip, leaky so so leaky. He gets hard and suddenly his boxers have a big wet patch on ‘em. He’s hairy, but not like jungle hairy, keeps his hair trimmed. He’s doesn’t have a taste but i feel like he’d have a musky scent. He takes good care of himself.

ZANKA — Long ‘n skinny, still manages to prod right at your cervix. Circumcised. Doesn’t have many veins, just the one running down his shaft but it’s enough to catch your eye. His tip’s pink ‘n flushed ‘n impossibly cute, and he’s soo sensitive. Tries to act like he isn’t, but just a little rub or lick to his tip, even a kiss and his slit’s already droolin’. No hair—feel like he’d wax, and if there’s any, it’s barely visible, thin and light. Probably tastes a little salty, though somehow with sweet undertones that throw you off. He’s well-groomed, duh. It’s legit Zanka.

TAMSY — Just like the rest of his appearance, his dick is also angelic ‘n really really pretty <33. Prettiest dick ever. Trust. A grower and he’s circumcised. His balls are so heavy ‘n round ‘n soft, they’re super sensitive. His cock curves a little, and his tip is a really pale pink, and when there’s pre on the tip, it’s shiny ‘n resembles a licked lollipop. He’s not that hairy, deff has hair but it’s blonde and thin, not super visible. Probably tastes salty sometimes, cause there is no way he’s not sweating under all those heavy ass layers of clothes.

JABBER — HUGE. He’s hung and big and massive. Uncut. A shower and a grower. Legit, gets bigger inside of you. Has a couple veins runnin’ down his cock, and he cums buckets. Big, fat breeder balls. His tip is crazy, round ‘n bulbous, and a bit darker than his actual skin tone. He’s hairy, like real hairy ‘n the hair is darker in color and kinda coils/curls. Might, have a piercing just ‘cause he likes pain ‘n just ‘cause I said so. He’s kinda gross ‘n probably tastes bitter. (still swallowing <3)

CORVUS — One look at this man ‘n you can just tell it’s big. He’s a shower. Circumcised. Really pretty, it’s curved to the right ‘n a couple veins. Cums in spurts and he’s thick, but not too thick to hurt. Feels sooo good when he’s inside ‘n he definitely knows how to use it. Minimal hair, and he tastes sweet, doesn’t have a particular scent. Well groomed and takes good care of himself.

[dollysveil]

୨୧ silent treatment

♡ featuring. enjin, zanka, tamsy, gris, jabber

Enjin

You didn’t mean to hear it — but you did. He’d muttered something about not being able to stand needy women. It hit you harder than expected. Fine, he wanted space ? Then he’d get a taste of indifference.

When you walked past him without a flinch, he froze for a second. The smirk returned fast. “What, you mad or something ?” You just met his eyes — then deliberately looked away. The silence stretched.

He followed you, pretending not to care. “You’re seriously not gonna talk ? Fine. Play your game.” His voice cracked slightly. You ignored him. He wasn’t used to being invisible.

That night, a knock on your door. “…You’re awake ?” His voice was softer, stripped of bite. You didn’t answer. He leaned against the frame. “I said some stupid shit earlier. You weren’t supposed to hear it. You don’t drain me. You… keep me from going quiet myself.”

Your hand twitched on the handle but didn’t turn it. He muttered, “It’s not funny anymore… I don’t like when my girlfriend goes quiet.”

The next day, he stopped in front of you. “Seriously, don’t mess with that.”

“I won’t talk until you admit what you did wrong.”

“I was an idiot,” he admitted. “Saying all that crap about needy people… I need you. Always. Everything slows down when you’re not there.”

You softened. “You could’ve just said that.”

“I’m not great at words. But I mean it — you make everything feel less empty.”

You stepped closer. “Then don’t push me away again.”

“I won’t,” he said, holding your hand. “You’re stuck with me now. Twenty-four seven.”

Zanka

When Zanka called you annoying, you decided to give him the silent treatment. He tried to ignore it — keyword : tried.

At first, he grinned. “Oh, a little shy, are we ?”

Then came the pacing. By the third ignored comment, he was visibly irritated. He started slamming things just a bit too loud. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize people couldn’t hear today,” he muttered under his breath. You saw through it — he was desperate for a reaction.

By dusk, the composure cracked. “Alright, that’s it. You win. Just — talk to me again.” His tone was sharp, but the edge was worry, not anger. “It’s weird when you’re not yelling at me. It’s too quiet.”

You kept your cool, though the warmth in your chest gave you away. He sighed. “Next time you want revenge, trip me. It’s faster.”

“I’ll remember that,” you replied. The sound of your voice made him exhale in relief.

“Did I really throw off the balance that badly, honey ?” you teased.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Your chaos makes the silence feel right when it finally comes.” His gaze softened. “Don’t do it again. It felt like walking into an empty room.”

You smiled. “Promise. You need your chaos, right ?”

“Exactly,” he muttered, taking your hand. “Now let’s go be loud somewhere.”

Tamsy

Tamsy noticed your silence immediately. He didn’t panic, but concern crept across his face. “Hey… you good ? Did I do something ?” You stayed absorbed in your task.

He didn’t hover, just stayed nearby, observing you quietly. His eyes followed your movements, calm but worried. Hours passed. He scribbled a note and slid it under your door: Are you okay ? I’m worried. Please talk again so I know you’re not hurt.

You stifled a laugh. A few minutes later, he appeared at the doorway, hands clasped, posture tense but controlled. “There… you laughed.” Relief softened his features. He didn’t rush in; he just waited, giving you space while letting you see the depth of his care.

You looked up at him, heart lighter. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

His lips curved into a gentle, slow smile. “Good. I just… I don’t like worrying like that. Makes me feel useless.”

You stepped closer. “You’re not useless, Tamsy. You just care too much.”

He nodded, eyes sincere. “I can’t help it. I need to know you’re okay. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

You let him reach out, fingers brushing yours. The warmth spread slowly, the tension dissolving. “Promise me you won’t disappear when things get quiet,” he said.

“I promise,” you whispered.

Gris

Gris usually gave you space, but this was different. Your silence wasn’t peaceful — it was distance directed at him. He searched for signs, small gestures, anything to gauge your mood. When nothing came, he grew quietly anxious.

By the second day, the tension was almost physical. That night, he found you in the hallway. “…If this is about me crossing a line,” he said, calm but heavy, “you could’ve just told me. I need honesty.” His voice was low, not angry, just cautious. “I thought maybe I finally said something that drove you away. You can be honest with me. I can take it.”

You realized he wasn’t confused — he was hurt. He had taken your silence as real rejection, the kind that could make you leave. Slowly, you reached out, brushing his sleeve. “Gris, it was just a joke. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”

He exhaled, shoulders easing fractionally. His eyes softened, the tension in his chest melting. “Good,” he murmured. “Didn’t want to lose your voice too. Don’t do that again.”

You stepped closer. His gaze stayed on you, steady and warm. “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re too important to me to ever be ignored like this.”

Jabber

At first, Jabber found your silence hilarious. “Ohhh, the silent treatment thing, huh ? Bet I can last longer than you !”

He was wrong. Hours later, he was dramatically collapsing on the floor. “Your silence is killing me ! Pay attention to me !”

Eventually, the chaos faded into genuine worry. He leaned against the wall beside you, voice quieter than ever. “Seriously, I can’t deal with this. I need your voice. Even if it’s to call me an idiot. It’s creepy when you’re quiet like this.”

You finally looked at him. “You’re an idiot, Jabber.”

His face lit up instantly. “Yes ! I know ! Say it again !”

You laughed softly. “You’re a chaotic, loud idiot who needs to learn to give people space.”

He grinned, eyes warm. “I won’t do it again. I just… I’m not good when you’re not around.”

He pulled you into a quick hug, messy and sincere. “Okay ! Now that we’re talking, we have so much noise to catch up on !”

© dollysveil ♡

masterlist

[puyopiyo]

blinded by how good you look while speaking

enjin

hella impressed. looks you up and down a few times before making a comment. “fuuuck, you’re killing me. do you always look like that?” instantly realizes his comment might come off bad, then rephrases. “look that good i mean.” crosses his arms, wearing a big, giddy ass smirk the rest of your conversation. his eyes find themselves wandering occasionally just so he doesn’t miss out on your extra shine today.

rudo

extremely expressive. wide eyed, gobsmacked. “.. what the.” literally staring at you like you’re a goddess. you could ask him a question and he’s so absorbed in admiring your features that he doesn’t even notice. when snapping back to reality, he’s completely red in the face, repeating his words and apologizing for zoning out like a broken record. “wha— i- yeah, i .. i agree? i- i think?”

zanka

completely thrown off to the point he gets all flustered and fidgety. makes attempts to pretend he isn’t distracted, but immediately loses track of whatever you were saying, and just stares awkwardly for a few moments. “.. uh.. s- shit, what were’ya sayin’?” subtly keeps looking your way. he regrets acknowledging the way you smile and look at him, because now it’s all he can think about.

gris

attempts to stay professional. stares for a bit before adjusting himself. he’s calm and collected, but his responses come slower. its obvious he can’t focus properly. subconsciously finding himself staring more often than he’d like, mentally lecturing himself about it afterward.

tamsy

shifts his weight, eyes widening for a split second before regaining composure. if you call him out, he admits his fascinations. “i can’t help but notice you’re looking quite nice today, aren’t you?” he coos, tilting his head. twirls his hair in his fingers a bit while smiling at you as you continue on.

jabber

raises an eyebrow, then laughs it off immediately, muttering some vague shit loud enough for you to hear — “damn! are you tryin’ to throw me off on purpose??” stares at you with a huge, freaky grin that shows he is no longer listening to what you’re saying, too busy watching your lips move as you speak (well, likely lecturing now)

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞

　you have the audacity to wipe his kiss away !

featuring. zanka nijiku , enjin , zodyl typhon , follo tunito , rudo surebrec , august stilza , riyo reaper , fu oroster , jabber wonger , tamsy caines !

content. 3.87k wc , up to 0.3k-0.5k words per drabble , female!reader , fluff fluff fluff , crack , they might be ooc , a teeny tiny bit suggestive , mischievous reader , crappy writing , safe for minors , spoiler warning for tamsy’s part , a tinge of cringeness but we embrace it like soldiers of course , not proof read.

author’s note. ehehe thanking my lazy fellas for searching out dividers cause I was struggling rlly hard with that lol… feeding you people before I disappear again okay… jokes no joke…?

ZANKA NIJIKU.

　"YOU'RE going on a mission?"

A hum left his lips as you momentarily stopped your work to look after him, eyes set on the boy who was readying himself before he would leave for his mission. Leave you.

"Come back safely, yes?"

"I'm only gone fer two days."

Of course there was no need for this to be said since he'd always come back, not matter if he's about to die or half dead. He would find a way back to you, even if it meant crawling all the way.

"Can't believe I'm hanging out with Nano again." you started sulking, secretly stealing glances of his shirtless back. "Zanka, I already miss you."

"Still here."

You huffed out in annoyance, not being able to get any reaction — feeling a tad bit too dramatic for today. "Just say that you hate me and want me to die." you turned around.

"W-What?" he stammered in shock as soon as those words left your mouth.

"Uh huh, you heard me." the corner of your lips turned down.

"No, wait... I don't hate ya at all. The total opposite." he tried to clarify and approached you.

"I said I miss you already, and you're being so dry." you glanced behind you, enjoying Zanka's despair.

"Didn't mean to, I swear. I love ya, 'kay? Don't get upset with me please." he placed his hand right under your chin and turned your face gently towards him, leaning in for a kiss.

"Mmh... I love you too." you pulled away to answer.

"I'll come back as quickly as possible fer ya."

A frown replaced your face as your lips formed a straight line, immediately wiping your lips — wiping his kiss away. Just when he was about to turn his back to you. Yet he caught it in the corner of his eye.

"[name]?" he blinked.

He was in pure shock. You have to imagine it properly. He was in shock.

"What was that?"

"I just felt like it..."

"Not anymore."

"W-Wait it was a joke! Get away! No more kisses!"

ENJIN.

　WAS it really your usual day when your boyfriend wasn't present at all?

Not in — physically present. But rather in volume wise. As in shouting a cheesy pet name as loud as he can to call for you so you'd make your way to him.

"SUGARPLUM!"

Well, never mind. You thought too soon.

"Be right back, Cia." you sighed out and stood up from your seat. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry about it." your friend chuckled.

"What do you want, old man?"

The male was grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your arms in front of him, glaring daggers into his skull. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he answered cheekily.

As if he wasn't sitting a few feet away from you. In the same room even.

"I'm going to beat you."

"Wait, what if I like that?" he titled his head and carefully planted his hand right at your hip.

"Lowkey, you remind me of a pervert sometimes." you grimaced, "how did you even bag me?"

"My divine, angelic, goddess-like girlfriend. Please forgive me for my ignorance and rude tongue." he sung lowly, "I do beg for a kiss."

"Do you seriously want to get beat?" you deadpanned.

"Please?"

"I suppose I can grant your wish. But stop calling me all that. Seriously... Shiver me timbers." you bent down to reach his height, your lips meeting his for a second.

"Gosh, I love you so much." he couldn't surpass the growing smile as you backed away.

"Mhm..." you hummed, about to turn around while wiping his kiss off your lips.

"—Excuse me?"

The smile dropped, his eyes widened, hurt crossing his face — almost letting you feel bad.

He was not only hurt but also offended by that action.

"Get back here." he grasped your wrist immediately after and pulled you back right to him.

"Ack—"

"Where do you think you're going after this?"

ZODYL TYPHON.

　IT was unsettling. A bit too unsettling. You blinked slowly and carefully as if your every breath depended on it, eyes wandering around the rook to avoid his staring.

Because — well, because you couldn't take him serious right now. The atmosphere was unsettlingly awkward but you just could not take it serious, not him.

Especially with that leg of an insect sticking right at the corner of his mouth.

"—Zodyl." you broke the silence and eventually met his gaze, a sweat drop running down your cheek.

The man hummed nonchalantly, not tearing his eyes from you — not even a second to let you move or breathe. It was locked in with your face, and it was starting to be unnerving.

"You got something here." you pointed at your own mouth.

"Oh?" he used his thumb to wipe it away, now looking at the leg again.

For a while. He was just staring at it. Contemplating quietly if he should eat it.

"No." you immediately chimed in to interrupt his thoughts. "No, don't eat that."

"But—"

"Please." a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat and walked towards him, at that grasping a tissue.

His brows furrowed slightly, the tiniest twitch vivid on his face, something only you would be able to notice. After all, Zodyl is an unreadable man with no communication skills.

Whatever is on his mind right now? You have to figure out by yourself as if it was some kind of puzzle. But you make up for the lack of communication at least, even if he avoids to tell less of himself.

"Can't just eat that..." you trailed off and wiped his mouth gently with the tissue.

"I can though."

"Never mind..." you placed a quick and fleeting kiss against his lips, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine. "Knowledge of you eating all that and kissing you makes me wanna cry."

"Why..." he paused as he watched how you wiped your lips, his mood infinitely dropping, "why's that..."

"Because." you simply reasoned, "also you kinda remind me of my friend, Riu. She’s a bit weirder though."

Yet he wasn't even asking about whatever you were blabbering about, rather focusing on why you wiped your lips.

"Something wrong?" you questioned.

He should ask you. But he only shook his head at your question, hand raising and using it to wipe off your mouth — using his finger.

"W-What is this for..?" you blinked.

"Don't know, but you were doing it."

FOLLO TUNITO.

　"CAN you move a little bit further? Like away from me?" he asked for space, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek.

"No?" you responded — as if this was the most obvious question, that could've been answered itself without issues.

"Please?"

You stared at your supposed boyfriend as he asked for some space in his bed, realising that you were taking it all up — literally monopolising it. And you halfway laid on him as if you owned the room and bed.

Correction, as if you owned the world.

"So... you hate me and want me to die?" you huffed in offence and got yourself off him, backing away to give the desired space.

"N-No!?" he immediately answered in surprise, "I love you so much. I'd rather die before you, I can't imagine a world without you."

"Oh wow, you're a cheesy one." your lips curled into a grin, "you're lucky you're cute."

"Am I now?" he breathed out.

It didn't take long until your lips formed a straight line, not taking his answer like that. "Yes, you are." you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, about to sit up and leave the room.

"That's it, i'm sleeping at my girl friend's tonight. Kai would appreciate me more than you." you sulked, sitting up rightly.

"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like this!" he grasped your wrist and tugged it gently, making you turn around.

"Appreciate me more than. Even if I take up all the space in your bed." you huffed.

"I promise I will. Stay here please."

"Only 'cause you said please." you grinned and planted a kiss on his cheek, "good night kiss."

"But on the wrong spot." his hand found its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss, his mouth meeting yours.

"Woa..." you blinked, "you're so cheesy. We are so cheesy..."

"But it's fun—"

It was funny until you wiped your lips.

"Did I do something?" he didn't even waste a second to ask.

"No? Why would you ask?"

"Then why would you wipe my kiss away?" he knitted his eyebrows slightly.

"Since... well since, I could..?"

"Just tell me you hate me and want me to die then."

"HEY THAT'S MY PHRASE!"

RUDO SUREBREC.

　A grin adorned your face while you could only stare at your cute boyfriend, watching how he was stuffing himself with cake, sweets and probably everything else on the table.

Your chin was propped up on the back of your hand as you watched how the dessert had a huge impact on him. If he does continue like this, you wonder how long it’ll be until he gets cavities.

But still — he is still cute when he enjoys eating it.

Until he noticed you staring. Gulping down a mouthful of whipped cream and cake, he could only blink leisurely. His eyes wander down to your own cake, untouched and small.

“…Why are you staring?” he questioned out of nowhere, putting a full stop of his feast.

“Couldn’t help myself. You’re super cute.” your grin widened, letting him feel a sense of embarrassment.

If you’re going to be honest? He was even sweeter, the tinge of shame and self awareness getting back to him as he put down the sweets.

“Thanks…” he trailed off, cheeks heating up.

Rudo was flustered now. And a bit ashamed. Where were his manners again?

“You worry too much sometimes like Vivi… Actually no, she worries less. When I first met her, she was also a bit shy.” you told while ushering him, “don’t worry. Continue eating.”

His gaze went back and forth, the table and you. Before picking up the fork for the first time.

“Pfft— You don’t have to use the fork! Do what you’re most comfy with, you know?” you stood up to not only take the fork out of his hand, but to also plant your lips against his messy one.

“W-What was that for!?” he stammered, full face exploding in redness.

“An apology.” you smiled at him, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the cream off your lips.

Silence settled again. This time it was a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable. Because he was staring.

“…Thanks for inviting me.” he carefully thanked you, taking another tissue to wipe his own lips.

“Why are you sulking?”

“I’m not..!” he quickly denied yet your eyes made him confess again, “okay maybe I am…”

“Why’s that?”

“Kiss me again. Err— My mouth is clean now…” he plead, a frown slowly forming on his face.

His own plead making him embarrassed again.

“But don’t wipe it away this time…”

AUGUST STILZA.

　"STOP screaming in my ear, August. Please..." you trailed off.

Although your favour was unheard and plead futile since your voice didn't reach him fully. "LOVELY! STAND UP! IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY!" he shouted in anticipation.

"August." you whined, trying to cover your ears with your pillow.

Yet he didn't let you, pulling the pillow quickly away and grasping your hand to pull you up. "Leave me alone." you huffed out in annoyance, manipulating your weight to make it harder for him.

"NO WAY!" his arms wrapped itself around your torso as he dragged you out of the bed.

The cold wind hit your skin, your back against his chest and his arms right around your waist. "COME ON!" he bursted into a laughter right beside your ear, letting it bleed inwardly.

"I think i'm deaf." you hummed and slipped into the slippers.

August was still holding onto you though — even though you were already standing by yourself, his arm now over your shoulders.

"Shut it." you demanded.

"Of course." he lowered his volume by a ton, zipping his mouth shut for you.

"Good." you grumbled, "can you grab my jacket?"

"The prettiest for my beautiful lady!" he chuckled rather loudly, and grasped one — one that matched your pyjama.

"Stop..." you trailed off at his compliment and slipped into it with his help. "You shower me too much with affection."

"WHAT?"

"I'm getting Hoops to beat your ass." you furrowed your brows, "never mind, she's too kind for that. Or..?"

"I think I shower you too less. It's not ENOUGH! And actually, I feel a bit guilty, ya know?" he admitted, tilting your head to face him — his lips peppering you with lots of kiss.

And the last one landed on your lips.

"Don't..." you paused as you freed yourself to wipe your mouth, "feel guilty—"

"PARDON?" he gasped in shock, definitely not amused by that move.

"Yes?"

"Who are you to wipe my kiss away!?"

"Back off, August." you picked up your pace.

"Come here!"

"Please leave me alone!"

RIYO REAPER.

　"FEELS like my girlfriend is ignoring me intentionally.” the red head hummed next to you.

A sigh escaped your lips, your hands collecting all papers all together as you stared at her from the corner of your eyes. “Is that so?” you questioned and placed the stack of paper aside.

“Not anymore.” she returned your smile with a cheeky grin.

“Of course. You tend to get the wrong impressions from time to time.”

“I do? But I just wanted your attention!” she draped your arm over your shoulder.

“Get yer couple asses back to the room.” someone commented from the side.

“Zanka, are you jealous? Not being able to see your girlfriend kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” Riyo teased him, throwing the fact that his girlfriend wasn’t on the mission with them.

“Shut it.” he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, sideying the red-haired girl.

Oh it almost seemed like he was about to jump her.

“Calm down, Zanka…” you sweat dropped at their siblings-like antics.

“Ain’t no way yer lettin’ her off the hook, just ‘cause she’s yer lil’ girlfriend!”

“You’re the one, who’s falling for her teasing.”

“Those are rude remarks. Reminders that I definitely don’t need.”

“I mean yeah — I agree with Riyo though. It sucks to not see your partner…” you trailed off.

“Don’t take her side like this.”

“Naw, I love you too!” Riyo cupped your face and smooched your lips.

“I’m going to beat you guys.”

“Is this really what we get to see as soon as we enter?” Enjin spoke up, beside Rudo.

Another sweat drop rolled down your cheek as your eyes went back and forth between them and the bickering two, the back of your hand subconsciously wiping away the wet kiss.

“Pfft—” Zanka muffled his laughter.

“She did not!” Rudo gasped for the dramatic effect.

“[name], what was that for?” Riyo immediately asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“You’re signing up for another kiss.”

“I don’t mind though.”

“Get out.” Zanka didn’t hesitate to compose himself again.

“Where’s taffy?”

FU OROSTER.

　WHY were you staring at him so intensely? Did he do something wrong? Even though he didn't do anything? Only sitting down across from you because you said so.

"D-Did I do something..?" he questioned quietly.

"No." your reply came immediately before pausing for a short second, "not really."

He could only sigh in relief for now. Until he straightened up again, mustering up his courage to know what your issue was. "Umm, what's wrong then..? If I can ask that is—!"

"Of course you can ask." your lips curled into a bright smile, "it's just pissing me off."

"Err— What's pissing you off?"

"You are."

"Oh."

Silence settled between the two of you as his body went as stiff as a board. "S-So I did something to annoy you..?" he stammered, sweaty hands grasping his pants tightly.

"I already said no." you huffed, "it's just that, you never do something on your own. I always have to command you or heavily imply that I want you to do something."

"Oh... I'm sorry—"

"Don't always say sorry." you fell into his word, "I don't need an apology without a change."

"I'm—" he broke off the sentence himself. "Well, what can I do...? To make you happy..."

"Shouldn't you know yourself?" you grumbled and leaned your cheek against your first, leg thrown over the other as you leaned back against the chair.

"I suppose I do..." he trailed off. "How mad are you?"

"Very mad. Furious even." you hummed and waited patiently for his next move. "Do something, Fu."

"Let me think..." he closed his eyes and sighed out, hands running through his hair to figure out.

"Time's a bomb."

"Don't be mad if I do it!"

"If you do it on your own without me saying anything, then sure."

His chair squeaked right behind him while he stood up, leaning forward over the table to kiss your lips swiftly. Almost too swift for such a sweet kiss.

And you? You were caught by surprise for once.

"—I'm sorry!" he didn't waste a second to apologise when he backed away again.

"No..." you trailed off, trying to blink away the surprise. "That was a change of heart."

"Really..?"

A bright smile formed on your face again as your hand run over your mouth — teasing him by wiping away his work. And it certainly upset him, only being able to watch with a frown.

"Let's go out."

"Sure..."

"You good?"

"I'm alright..." he was contemplating his life choices, he wasn't alright at all.

"You're so sweet, i'm sorry." you grasped his soft cheeks and planted a kiss against his forehead, letting his ears heat up.

You bedazzle and confuse him at the same time.

JABBER WONGER.

　"GET your hands off it." your demand was clear and authoritative within the room, tension reaching another low as soon as those words came out of your mouth.

"Just tryna pet it! Something wrong with that?" Jabber immediately defended himself with a lazy grin.

"Clearly doesn't want to get pet." you stared at the dog, trembling underneath the shadow of his dirty hand.

"Naw, how would you know?" he didn't budge an inch, still staying in the crouched down position as before. "Are you relating? 'Cause you're like a dog? I kinda see the similarities—"

"It doesn't take someone smart to notice." you stared down at him from your standing position, arms crossed sternly. "But I doubt you would notice anything, considering your lack of brain cells..."

"Ya tryin' to ragebait me?" he titled his head.

A sigh escaped your lips, deciding to kneel down and pick up the dog yourself. "Hey! Finders keepers, that's my dog!" he didn't hesitate to whine, watching you stand up again.

"Jabber, you stink." you stared at the animal, "you always do. When was the last time you showered?"

"Very recently yo? Prolly like two weeks."

Silence filled the room, your hand staying at place on top the fur and your face converting into a grimace. "You smell like shit." you frowned and were about to step back — only for the male to hold onto your leg.

"Don't leave me, lovely~" he sung loudly, arms wrapping around your leg.

A shudder ran down your spine, quiet squeal leaving your mouth.

"Get away from me!"

"Only for sum kisses!"

His hand found itself behind your legs, right under your knee while he grasped your hand with the other — forcing you to fall down right beside him. "Come here." his face mouth was dangerously close to your face.

Too close. And it resulted into a kiss.

"—EW!" you cried out and rubbed the dirt off your face.

"If ya continue wiping away those kisses full of love, I'll rub myself against ya."

"Get away from me. I would rather hang out with goober than with you!"

You two are total opposites.

TAMSY CAINES.

　PURE poison — his whole was probably the most problematic within the group. You just know, there's this uneasy feeling in your stomach that screams whenever you are near him.

He's unreasonably kind and calm, always staying rational in the most stressful situations, being able to keep a cool head. And everyone seems to like him because of his nature.

But something is definitely off with him, especially the way he stares at you and watches you. Every move, every blink? Probably noted down in his sick little mind.

You grew to dislike him a ton — although not being able to reason why and where it was coming from. He's just, cunning and hides some things too well. Something, behind that face and those scars.

"Ever since Rudo joined, he's been a little weird." you murmured under your breath, eyes set on the plate.

"Who?" Neri questioned and stabbed the sausage before eating it.

"I mean he's always been a little weird—"

"[name]..."

"—Like even before Rudo was here. Can you believe it?" you shrugged your shoulders, "but now—"

"[name]."

"Can you not interrupt me...?  Going back to topic... Something was added to his weirdness." you finished, finally meeting her blank expression.

And then realisation hit you.

"He's right behind me, isn't he..?" you whispered so quietly.

"Good afternoon, Neri and [name]." Tamsy greeted you and sat down right beside you, "may I ask what today's topic is?"

"You may not." you immediately answered without thinking, face heating up in embarrassment.

Shit talking right in front of his face?

"Is that so? I feel kind of left out..." he hummed and placed his plate of food next to yours, sitting a bit too close.

"Excuse me." Neri closed her eyes, trying to surpass a laughter by standing up and already making her way to somewhere else, "i'm getting a tea."

"So? Back to topic." Tamsy's gaze stays glued to you, a calm smile adorning his face.

"We were talking about Enjin." you lied and avoided eye contact.

"Really? But he's really admirable. Why would you ever talk so negatively of him?"

"Please..." you trailed off and slid a few centimetres away from him, hand on the chair.

"What's the problem?" he questioned in worry, grabbing your hand. "You're trembling ."

"It's a bit cold, don't you think so?" you smiled at the male, your hand in his hold.

"[name], you know. I feel a bit unwelcome around you." he sighed out, thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Do you perhaps... have a problem with me? Can we sort this out?"

"No what. I have nothing against you. In fact, I like all my colleagues 'cause y'all are pretty cool. I'm just a bit careful around everyone since I might be a little... weird. I don't want them to have the wrong impression of me."

"Really? That makes me happy." he smiled sweetly, pressing his lips carefully against your hand. "It would be my pleasure to be your friend."

"Sure." you replied dryly.

"If you would excuse me..." he stood up again, leaving his one plate with barely anything.

"Geez... That was weird..." you frowned and wiped the kiss away.

You will never get him.

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[windsways]

★ : GACHIAKUTA TEXTS!

how they act when sick and fem!reader isnt there

✧.* enjin, gris, zanka, zodyl, jabber, august, tamsy, follo, corvus, bro santa

ׂׂૢ : warnings : swearing, suggestive, manga spoils but not really (tamsy), mentions of death, pretty sure that’s all!

a/n: can yall tell i like bro santa LMAO i had to crop his screenshots together bc i reached the max amount

ೀ ENJIN ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ GRIS ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ ZANKA ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ ZODYL ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ JABBER ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ AUGUST ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ TAMSY ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ FOLLO ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ CORVUS ⭑.ᐟ

ೀ BRO SANTA ⭑.ᐟ

FINALLY ADDED BRO SANTA dats my man

[signedbrutus]

Gachiakuta [x Reader]

In which their partner awakens their giver powers, and their instrument was a gift from them!

Characters ── August | Eishia | Enjin | Follo | Jabber | Rudo | Semiu | Tamsy | Tomme | Zanka

Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cleaner/Raider respectively Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons

Warnings ── N/A

August

✦ ── August gifts you so much stuff it's hard to keep track, though more often than not it's clothes. You find the knitting needles yourself in his workshop, and when you mention wanting to try knitting, he shows you how and encourages you to keep them!

✦ ── He tried knitting, but it required too much patience and was far too easy to fuck up, so they were just gathering dust anyways. Seeing you knit in your little corner of his workshop brings him joy, too!

✦ ── Even when you're off on missions as a supporter, you bring them along to work on your project during the long drives or stops between locations.

✦ ── That's why, when your team is outnumbered and you're moments from being trash beast food, you have them on you. Suddenly the little needles are giant pins that skewer the trash beast like a knife through butter.

✦ ── Oh yeah, that's so fucking badass! Now August is begging to see them in action, even if it's dangerous! He wants to see you put those needles to work, babe!

"DO YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN ME!?" He was clinging to your waist, wide eyes staring down at you through orange lenses.

Despite his accusation, he had a large grin on his face.

"Of course not, Auggie! I love them so much because you gave them to me!" Your hands were waving frantically, playing along with him.

"I know! Just wanted to hear you say it!" The low chuckle he gave was unlike his usual boisterous laugh; it would have been alarming if it weren't coming from August.

"THIS MEANS I GET TO MAKE YOU A GIVER UNIFORM! WOO!!"

Eishia

✦ ── It was an old tool of hers, a simple stethoscope that was a little worse for wear. She had just gotten a new upgraded one, and she knew you had fun playing with it, so she gifted you her old one!

✦ ── Eishia knows you best, because you're always using it on anyone who lets you (mostly her) or on random surfaces to see what it'd pick up.

✦ ── It becomes pretty commonplace to see you wearing it, which warms her heart. She's glad you put the old thing to good use, even for silly purposes.

✦ ── During one mission you get separated from the rest when a Raider attacks. It's life or death when they rip your stethoscope away from you. It just so happens the chestpiece makes contact with their skin.

✦ ── Suddenly you can hear everything they're thinking and feeling and how their body is reacting. You're able to discern their instrument's weak point from their thoughts and use it to beat them.

"My gift...saved your life?" After you'd been healed from minor injuries, she'd taken the time to listen to what happened.

"Yeah! I was moments from being killed, and then boom! All these thoughts flooded me. So, thank you, Eishia!" Your hands were holding one of hers, keeping it close to your chest.

She was still staring at the stethoscope around your neck.

"I really didn't do anything. It was just a little gift..." Her stammering took over as she lowered her voice. "...but I'm really glad it helped you."

Enjin

✦ ── It was a stupid joke, is what it was. He got you a stopwatch because you were the slowest runner on Akuta and wanted to 'fuel your rage' during your training runs.

✦ ── It worked, albeit a bit too well. You used it all the time and maintained the habit of trying to break your own speed record. He'd always be there to cheer you on and watch as you steadily beat his own speed.

✦ ── One day the two of you go for a run around town, except halfway across the street a car comes barreling towards you and Enjin.

✦ ── One second he's bracing for impact, and the next he's safely on the sidewalk without having moved a muscle. You're clearly out of breath, but your eyes are glowing, and so is the stopwatch.

✦ ── Absolutely baffled at the absurdity of it. People spend their whole life trying to become a giver, and you did it with one gag gift and a shitty driver. Yeah, you're fucking amazing!

"FOR REAL!?" The walk back to HQ is filled with his baffled shouts and your laughing.

"I mean, I guess it makes sense. I've been taking good care of this lil guy." You were looking at the stopwatch again, which seemed to be able to slow down time.

You'd have to test it out some more before you knew exactly what it did.

"Damn, I should start gifting shit to more people. Cleaners could always use more givers." If only it were that easy.

Follo

✦ ── When he and the others head to town to get artificial flowers for Zanka, Follo gets the bright idea to buy you a bouquet for your date later that night.

✦ ── It's full of your favourite flowers, colours, and foliage that support the entire aesthetic. The stems are neatly tied with a ribbon, and they'll never die since they're fake!

✦ ── He's super happy you cherish them, to the point where you always wear at least one of the flowers in your hair or somewhere on your person.

✦ ── One day while the two of you are out on a mission, supporting the combatants, a trash beast gets way too close to trampling Follo.

✦ ── The flower you're wearing comes to life in a blur of panic. Suddenly the trash beast is completely ensnared in reinforced artificial vines until it's crushed to death.

"Your flowers? The ones I gave you?!" The post-fight rush is long over, and suddenly Follo is all over you, making sure you're uninjured.

Ironic, given he was the one in danger.

"Yeah! I guess I loved them a little too much, huh?" Follo was inspecting the flower you twirled between your fingers.

"That's so...so...gah!" He pulled you into his arms, mostly so he could hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Wanting to be a giver was one thing, but knowing he helped you become one was already an honour.

Jabber

✦ ── You were like...an honorary Raider. Being a non-giver, you mostly just helped Jabber with whatever missions he had when possible.

✦ ── Of course you couldn't go on all of them, which meant you were alone a lot. Jabber didn't like that, so he brought you the first weapon he could find: an axe!

✦ ── You, alone, bored, and an axe? Well, you may as well practice with it! And so you hone your skills at fighting with an axe, testing it on makeshift piles of trash and drawn targets.

✦ ── It's when some trafficker finds you alone that you first bother to use it against anyone. He gets the jump on you, but it's only moments before you've chopped the guy's hand off.

✦ ── Except your axe is blazing hot, and it cauterizes immediately. He won't bleed out, so you restrain him for the Raiders to do as they please later.

"Damn! That was totally nasty!" Jabber stuck his tongue out to accentuate his 'disgust' at how you'd pretty much tortured the guy.

"It's not like I knew it'd do that!" You gave an exasperated sigh, still clutching the axe you'd used hours prior.

"You should have known! You're obsessed with me and any gift I give you, right? Of course you'd become a giver!"

"I don't think that's how it works..." You weren't certain he was listening.

"We're a perfect little torture duo, though, don't you think? Non-lethal poison and non-lethal limb detachment." For whatever depraved reason, the thought brought a blush to his cheeks.

Rudo

✦ ── It was just something he'd found in one of the no man's lands, a little trinket he'd repaired and cleaned up because he thought you'd like it: a skateboard.

✦ ── You were always talking about how bored you were at base when you were done with front stuff, so why not give you a hobby to try? And it seemed to work!

✦ ── In fact, it became your main hobby. He would always go for small trips with you to find abandoned buildings, taking the time to build ramps and obstacles with you.

✦ ── When he's away on missions, you like to visit the little ramp parks on your own. Only, this time there's a horde of smaller trash beasts there.

✦ ── Usually your skateboard wouldn't work so well on the uneven soil, making the quickest path out of there, but suddenly your skateboard is levitating, and wheels simply don't matter!

"This isn't a joke, right?" Rudo was side-eyeing the skateboard currently leaning against the wall. He'd just gotten back and was filled in on your encounter.

"Dead serious! Thank you, Rudo!" Your hug caught him off guard, though he eventually managed to offer it right back.

"Huh? Thank me? Why?" His pale face is now a burning crimson.

"I was saved because of your gift, and it's special to me because you fixed it up for me! So, thank you!"

Semiu

✦ ── Since you're always sitting by her desk during your free time, she gifted you a nice Rubik's cube to keep your hands busy and away from messing with her paperwork.

✦ ── Now you're crazy fast with it! You ask other cleaners to scramble it for you, and you can solve it in under thirty seconds. You're distracted, and Semiu gets your company while she works.

✦ ── One day some no-good lowly group decides to try and infiltrate cleaner HQ through the back exit tunnels. Naturally you follow Semiu because you want to see her badass fight!

✦ ── There you are, mindlessly toying with your Rubik's cube, when you overhear one of them call her all sorts of obscenities. No weapon has been drawn, the fight hasn't even started, and suddenly the whole tunnel is upside down.

✦ ── You're furious, cussing them out and twisting the Rubik's cube. Every time you turn it, the gravity in the tunnel shifts, which Semiu has no trouble adjusting to. The criminals, however, fall without grace countless times.

"Seriously? I didn't think you liked that little toy so much."

"I like it because of you, Semiu. You gifted it to me, and it allows me to spend more time with you." Of course she knew that already, but she enjoyed hearing it come from you directly.

"That's plain adorable, babe." Seeing you enjoy a gift so much to the point of awakening as a giver was both an honour and a huge addition to her ego.

Tamsy

✦ ── It was an innocent gift. He got roller skates to try them out; you showed interest, so he thought you might use them more than him. He even goes out of his way to help you get used to wearing them!

✦ ── The laces were also replaced with some of Tokushin's yarn, since the originals had rotted. Overall, the personal touches he provides in fixing them up for you make it extra sweet.

✦ ── It's one evening when you're minding your own business, roller skating along the nearby town's sidewalks while Tamsy walks alongside you, that someone is crossing the road and fails to notice a car moments from hitting them.

✦ ── You're far, impossibly far, and yet your feet carry you faster than what should have been possible. You've swooped the person out of the way just in time to miss the car.

✦ ── Amazed? Of course! Impressed? Absolutely! Smitten? Of course he is; what an absolute ego boost that you became a giver thanks to his kindness.

"Rollerskates, hm? My distaff is much cooler." He was already teasing you on the walk back.

Walk, yes, because you now clutch the skates in your arms. Adrenaline is still racing from the ordeal and you're terrified you'll accidentally activate them again.

"Is teasing your way at getting me to calm down?" You looked up from the sidewalk to eye him.

"It's working, isn't it?" Of course it was, but you'd never tell him that. He was already too cocky, knowing your instrument was his gift.

Tomme

✦ ── Since you and Tomme were both supporters, you got split up a lot. That meant she always wanted to hear about what kind of trash beasts you saw during your missions so she could write about them!

✦ ── Of course, you're busy fighting for your life, and she understands you can't always be taking notes. So she gifts you a camera and requests you try to take photos of them instead—when convenient—so she can add them to her journal that way!

✦ ── And you seem to really enjoy taking photos. You take great care of the camera and are always sure to bring back something for her. It's during one encounter that you nearly die to the very trash beast you're taking a photo of, when it turns out a little...different.

✦ ── The photo has a looping animation, and it already has a caption in your handwriting detailing the encounter!

✦ ── Tomme thinks it's a super badass power and is crazy excited to use some of these special polaroids in her journal. But she is also moments from smacking you over the head for endangering your life!

"I still can't believe you'd risk your life for my hobby, though." She's shaking her head, which now rests in her hands.

"But the shot turned out great, and now I'm a giver! That's a double win." Regardless of your confidence, your smile is still sheepish.

Tomme lifts her head, using a free hand to flick your forehead.

"Don't risk your life, no matter how cool it may seem!"

Zanka

✦ ── Gifts were rare from him. He was more of an experience person who wanted to spend time with you. When he does give you a gift, it's something extremely well thought out.

✦ ── Such as the little music box with a dancing ballerina in it. It was purchased from a collector and a vintage find. Not only that, but the song it played was a lullaby he heard you hum countless times.

✦ ── Whenever you struggled to rest or anxieties came to haunt you, you'd pull out the little box and watch the ballerina 'dance' to the little tune. It was great for when he was away, too.

✦ ── During one of your missions, you and a few supporters are cornered by two Raiders. Without any combatants you're no match, and it isn't long before most of you are injured or bleeding out.

✦ ── Your music box falls out of your pocket and opens, and once the little melody starts playing, both the Raiders fall completely limp to the floor.

"I'm just glad you're okay." Zanka is sitting on the side of your hospital bed, having stayed by your side since Akuta found you and the other supporters.

"It's thanks to you, really. Your sweet gift saved me." Your hand was intertwined with his; the music box sat on the side table where you could give it a glance.

"You're the one who used its potential, not me. But..." Zanka was avoiding eye contact, though you could see a blush peeking through the hair obscuring his face.

"I'm glad it means that much to you."

Author's Note ── I actually got this as a request, but it was only for Zanka/Tamsy, and they asked for a oneshot (which I don't do upon request), so I just had fun with it since the prompt was so fun!

Still hope you enjoy this, anon!