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oh hi bello im learning this site as we speak so yh im lockin in dw

as described in the desc, i write a variety of oneshots. just request what you want in the comments and i got you my gender neutral royalty.

i write using gen neutral pronouns or just "you" and reader is afab (sorry my amab bros back in the day when i was 14 i wouldve gotten yall your yaoi or wtv but im rusty)

any pairing under the age of 18 is strictly platonic im not a creep

uh. non con and stuff under the umbrella? no. yandere? no. not my cup of tea. no drugging either (aphrodisiacs are ok if both consent). also gang banging? no thx... it is possible to have a character x reader x character scenario (love triangle or polyamory). a smut ver of this is something i usually dont do... but ill ponder it for yalls sakes. also trans characters? pls dont ask for it, ive never written it and would hate to have my head on a stick bc i did it wrong or sum

i obv write for fem and masc characters

this is for x reader only

some characters may be ooc if i dont know them very well, but ik most of em and wil try to lock in

uh yh reqs are OPEN . request anything i will do it and giggle like a psychopath!!!

happy reading omegas

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It was just one of those days.

Where you felt just a tiny bit small in this big world. So big, it felt like it might swallow you entirely. The crowds were just so huge, and you found yourself lost in it. It was like an ocean, lapping at your feet before sweeping you away into its depths. Each day felt like you weren't quite drowning, but not breathing either. You weren't hoping for anything big in your life to change nor were you exactly content with things at the moment.

And how you felt just couldn't find themselves on paper.

You write lyrics of all kinds. Of whatever you felt at the moment. Just like how others wrote their emotions in journals of sentences, you wrote yours in verses. You never planned to post or publish them. They were meant to anchor you and to process the emotilns simmering underneath the surface. Not anyone one could read these pages, read your thoughts.

With the exception of one chivalric knight. Hesitantly, you let him read a page as a sign of opening yourself to him slowly at the start of your relationship with him. You sat at the edge of your chair, ready to take flight the moment you noticed any sign of judgement or any curl of his lip that indicated mockery. You found none of that, however.

The silence was deafening. Argenti seemed to read slowly, digesting the paper's contents. He paused. You held your breath.

Then something shiny slid down his face. You stared, not believing what you were seeing.

Was your boyfriend...crying?

He didn't even tried to hide it. His gaze fixed on yours with a soft sniffle.

"This... is beautiful," he whispered.

And with that, you felt like you could breathe again.

You cross out a line with a heavy sigh. Nothing sounded right. Maybe you're lacking inspiration. You push yourself away from your desk, the wheels rolling across your floor. You stare out your window beside your desk. It was night, the city lights twinkling like stars in the dark sky. Each building was different, tall or short, wide or skinny. Through the windows of apartments, you can spy the lives of others. You see a child run around a table with their older relative chasing them with laughter. In another, it was dark. But candles from a birthday cake sparkled, and so were the eyes surrounding it. Their lips moved to the words of "happy birthday", swaying side to side.

You smile a bit to yourself. It wsas little things like these that reminded you life wasn't all that bad.

Your eyes travel across your room. It's dark besides the singular lamp on your desk. It's decorated with things you like, especially of lyrics from favorite songs. You're the only one in your apartment.

And with that, you realize your small window lacks warmth. Just emptiness.

The chill seeks into your skin, causing your hairs to rise and goosebumps to scatter across. You hug yourself, scooting back to hover once more over your scribbles on paper. You pick up your pencil, the tip digging into the sheet.

The walls tower over, standing tall
While I stare up, feeling small
Wishing someone could catch my fall

You groan, hand bunching your hair before the other crumples the page and tosses it aside. No, no, no. That doesn't sound right. Why couldn't you find the words? Wasn't words the only things you were good at?!

Yet you failed at even that.

Your hands cover your face. Your pencil rolls until it falls off the desk. You didn't even bother to stop it.

You were so absorbed in your cold thoughts that you didn't realize your boyfriend returned from his mission traversing the universe. You both lived in this apartment together--well, not exactly. He rarely stayed here for long periods of time, proclaiming the calls of beauty needed him. And you understood that.

That doesn't mean you could stop the lonliness though.

Your door creaks open, startling you from your thoughts. You quickly glance over your shoulder, tense. Upon processing Argenti's gorgeous green eyes, you relax.

"Oh. I didn't hear you come in." You offer him a small smile and he steps inside. Regardless of how many times you tell your boyfriend he doesn't need permission to enter your room, he does so anyway.

"Hello my rose," Argenti greets, approaching your desk. He eyes the mound of crumpled papers. "It seems you are pursuing your passion. I don't expect less from my beloved songwriter."

Air rushes out your nostrils as you turn back to the empty page. "Can't be a songwriter if I can't write."

Argenti brushes a stray hair behind your ear. He hums in acknowledgment, leaning over you slightly. "All you need is a spark to reignite the fires of passion!"

"If only it were that simple," you sigh, rubbing your temple. You close your eyes briefly. "I'm starting to... I don't know, feel more lost than usual. And because of that, I'm losing the one thing I'm good at. If I don't have that... I might as well be nothing."

"Words aren't the only thing you're good at, my rose."

You sigh again, saying nothing. Your silence was doubtful enough.

He frips the back lf your chair, slowly turning you so you can face him. He has his charming smile, but his eyes are full of sincerity and seriousness.

"My love, your soft beauty reminds me of a distant nebula--unbound, glittering, so close yet so far. Full of potentials and secrets. So mysterious yet so alluring. There is beauty in your concentration, your resilience, and that spectacular shine in your eyes."

Argenti kneels before you, taking your hand gently in his. "Your beauty, inside and out, rivals even Idrila's." He places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

"And just like the yawning space, I'll adore you endlessly."

You freeze at this sudden declaration. You study him, and all you see is pure love in those lovely eyes of his. His love for all kinds of beauty shine brightly in his eyes. His kindness for any living thing, even your potted plant sitting on your window sill. He treats everything with such care, such undying affection, for his Aeon and the Path he follows. He shows constant dedication in everything he does, never allowing it to be half-done. He fights for everyone.

In your eyes, Argenti was the embodiment of beauty.

You smile, bringing a hand to his cheek and hoping the affection showed in your eyes. You lean forward, placing a kiss on his forehead. His eyes flutter shut, exhaling happily.

"Thank you, my dear. I think I found something to write about. But it's a surprise, so you can't peek," you tease, pinching his cheek lightly.

Argenti huffs, but grins all the same. He rises to his feet. "I'll go cook dinner for us while I await the masterpiece!"

He trots off to your kitchen, reminding you of an adorable puppy. You chuckle before turning back to your papers. You pick up your pencil off the floor and nibble on your nail for a moment.

You begin writing...

Mi amor
The Knight of Beauty is more than you see
The glimmering kindess that glimmers underneath
Brought me sunrise in my endless night
Allowed my heart to take flight
Once more

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Some found silence awkward, stifling, itchy. They couldn't bear the emptiness and tried to fill it. They couldn't stand hearing no noise, and made their own. Unlike you and Blade, you both found it unnecessary to interrupt the quiet with idle chatter or forced small talk. Silence was a comfort and a respite. A gift after all you hear is an obnoxious buzzing in your head. When you just wanted to step back and forget life's demands, even if for only a few moments.

That's how you found yourself after a particularly tiring day of being a Stellaron Hunter. You knew what you signed up for. You accepted your Script written by Elio without complaint. Even an obedient soldier could be weary sometimes.

Weariness and exhaustion always radiated from Blade. You couldn't blame him. Imagine being unable to die despite desiring it so bad. Life has its fair of cruel jokes, but you tried to be the silver lining in a stream of thunder clouds in his life. Tried to give him a tiny sanctuary in the relationship you both have.

Your fingertips brush against Blade's as you tilt your head up at the sky. Stars sprinkled across the back night, traces of purple and blue swirls decorated it as the half moon hung low in the sky. A gentle breeze tussles your hair and you tuck loose strands behind your ear. Your legs dangle off the edge of the building you both were perching on. Being afraid of heights as a Stellaron Hunter seemed silly; worrying about whether you would fall or not was dead last of your concerns. Besides the soft murmuring of the wind and breathing, it was quiet.

The silence blanketed you both in a warm embrace, making this small moment madly intimate. You both were exhausted and seeked respite in each other's company. You glanced at the tall and dark man next to you. His fingertips twitches next to you, unsure. You chortle softly and you see Blade side eye you. You gently cover his big hand with your small ones, bringing a bit of warmth into his cold skin. You've always distantly wondered how'd it feel to be so cold all the time.

After a brief hesitation, Blade slips his hand from under yours and finds purchase on your waist, pulling you snug against him. You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. He made you feel safe, even with that rough-edged personality of his. Everyone had their flaws, and whether you accepted that or not was up to you.

"Are you not afraid of me?" Blade had asked after your nth time of sitting in his presence and saying absolutely nothing.

You cocked your head to the side. "Why would I be?"

"I'm a dangerous man. I'll hurt anyone who stands in my path. I've sinned, and now I'm condemned to walk this earth with my hatred and regrets forever."

"That is unfortunate. However, I'm not afraid of things that make a person. It simply is what it is. I don't get to judge the scars you bear when I have some of my own," you replied without much thought. You gave him a shadow of a wink. "These "fearful" things make you a pretty effective warrior."

Blade was startled by your blunt honesty. In a world of constant lies, you spoke only truth. Maybe that was why he allowed you to be so close, or maybe how you never asked anything of him, or was it how you were unafraid to speak your mind, especially to him?

He was constantly pondering what made you different. Like him, you too had skeletons in your closet. You didn't try to hide that though--sometimes Blade amusedly wondered if you were proud of it. And begrudgingly, he admired that about you.

And he likes how comfortable you are, how content with just being pressed to his side, offering your body heat to chase away the chill in his bones and not saying a word. Even if he treated you as a stranger the next morning, you still would be there, your presence an anchor in the sea he was drowning in.

And Blade found comfort in that. in you. He most likely would never tell you that, but as you feel each other under the moonlit sky, you understand that through the exchange of beating hearts.

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"Darling..." You look at your boyfriend, gauging his next reaction. "It appears you put too much salt in this. I can't eat it."

You see Jiaoqiu turn several shades paler and his tail going stock still. You suppress your giggles and watch his rather distraught expression.

"How coud it be?" he exclaimed, grabbing his fork to taste the meal itself. "Did I not measure the salt correctly? I swore it tasted perfect...!"

Jiaoqiu samples the soup, contemplating. "Huh. I don't..."

You snort, unable to contain yourself much longer. His ears flatten against his head as his expression shifted dramatically from stressed to completely unamused. You burst into laughter, leaning across to put a hand on his.

"I'm sorry! Your reaction each time! It's adorable!" you explain through your fits of giggles.

"I'm glad you find amusement in my plight," he grumbles, brows furrowed with a small pout. "After I cook this grand meal for you!"

"Oh relax, drama queen. I'd still eat your food if it was horrifically salty."

Jiaoqiu opens his eyes to glare at you. You try to fight the grin on your face as you pat his hand reassuringly. "I love your cooking. Thank you for being the best chef in the world."

"And boyfriend?" Jiaoqiu prompts.

"And boyfriend," you confirm, bringing his knuckles to your lips. His ears perk up and his tail sways happily.

After the meal, you both relax in each other. You lay in his arms on the bed, listeing to him yap about some new recipe he wants to try. You adore how passionate he is about the things he does, and how willing he is to share that passion with you. Jiaoqiu's way of showing his love is constantly feeding you. Tummy grumbling? He's already in the kitchen. Thinking about wanting to eat your favorite food? It's on a plate ready to serve. Sad and need a quick pick me up? He knows just the thing.

Jiaoqiu spoils you like a royal chef producing only the best foods for his royalty. And you'd gladly show your gratitude by kissing the chef.

You interrupt him mid-sentence, your lips against his in a heartbeat. You pull back just as quick, leaving Jiaoqiu adorably confused. If only for a second before a heat rises in his cheeks, much to your sarisfaction.

"What was that for?" he asks and you note the breathiness in his voice. He is. Smitten.

"No reason."

You turn in his arms to face him. His face is tilted down at you, his tail wagging before stilling. You observe the sudden change in demeanor and the smirk that replaces the giddy smile previously. You freeze.

"Is that so..." Jiaoqiu murmurs before lightly shoving you backward. You yelp then laugh as he climbs on top of you and peppers your face with kisses.

"That tickles! Jiaoqiu!" you squeal, your hands uselessly pushing against his chest. You forget how strong he is sometimes.

Jiaoqiu hums. "I don't think so, sweet cake. You deserve this punishment after the two stunts you pulled today." He presses a kiss to your jawline and trails soft kisses downward.

"I'm sorry! I won't tease you again!" you giggle, wrapping your arms around him. At this, he pauses his assaults.

"You promise?" he huffs.

"Promise."

"Pinky swear."

"I sincerely and undeniably and genuinely and-"

Jiaoqiu kisses you, deeper than the one before. You can taste the soup on his lips, in his mouth. Your arms stiffen, then relax just as quick. After a moment, he pulls away, leaving you both breathless. He nuzzles your nose with his own.

"I can feel how hot your cheeks are. Did I catch you off-guard?" Jiaoqiu asks smugly, looking rather proud of himself. "Smartass."

You nip at his nose and he blinks at you in surprise. "Shut up."

"Ah, so my darling has a bite! How interesting!"

"Keep it up pal."

"Mmm, you love me too much to get mad."

"That's true, doesn't mean I'm not above petty revenge either."

"Can't wait."

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"Do you believe in God?"

Dan Heng's gaze flickered to you for a moment, then back to his book. Silence was his go-to answer for things. He usually didn't answer unless necessary. You didn't seem to mind, because you kept talking anyway.

"Humans used to believe there was an entity in the skies, watching us, guiding us. Before aliens invaded our home, people would look up to the sky and pray. No matter what name you chose to call God by, universally God was known as God. A powerful being who would be merciful to those who begged forgiveness. As long as they put their faith in God, humans believed everything would be made right.

"But over time, people began losing faith. The predicament we now find ourselves in demand us to be realistic, to realize there is no God to save us. That we were forsken by our savior."

Dan Heng used to wonder why you were so obsessed with the idea of God. To him, it didn't really matter if there was one or not. You controlled your fate, not God. You decide the outcome, not the other way around. Destiny was illogical. Yes, there were some things that were inevitable. Didn't mean you couldn't try to fight it though.

"Dan Heng."

Your tone shook him out his thoughts. His gaze focused on you. Your expression, which usually had that lazy smile (which irked him beyond belief when you acted stupid), had a serious and somber one. Dan Heng was surprised. You never took anything seriously, even the singing lessons in the Anakt Garden.

"If we're ever in a competition, I want you to make it to the end with me."

Dan Heng stared at you for a few beats. Then went back to reading. He could feel your gaze hot on his face. Wouldn't that mean you'd have to face each other in the end? Maybe you were just pranking him again. You tended to do that a lot.

Before he could contemplate your request, a voice called for him. Dan Heng looked up to see a certain grey-haired girl waving at him and another pink-haired one holding her arm. They called him over, a smile on their faces. Dan Heng got up, snapping the novel he was reading shut. He walked towards them, an imperceptible smile on his laps as he left you in the shadows of the tree alone.

Dan Heng prepares himself for the next round of the competition. He didn't expect to last as long as he did. And you did too, he notices. You lasted all the way to the end. Which surprised him a bit, since you didn't seem to take singing seriously.

Dan Heng's mind flashes back to Stelle, who was mourning March's death before going missing. Worry plagued his mind and heart. Was she...?

He shakes his head hard. No. He is going out of his head. He needs to clear his mind before the last round. He needs to win. To know Stelle was alive and well somewhere. Dan Heng glances at the picture of him and everyone else on his wall. March and Stelle had their arms around one another, laughing mid-picture. Jing Yuan was caught yawning and Blade was scowling fierecly. Kafka winked at the camera with a younger Siver Wolf looking rather bored. Dan Heng ws next to the girls, staring solemnly at the camera. And there was you, looking at him with a blank expression.

He sighs, adjusting his clothes. He inhales and exhales, clearing the clutter inside his mind. He was on in five.

Music streamed throughout the stage, starting out with a few beats before slowly playing. The melody seems haunted, sad. Dan Heng has rehearsed this a million times, making sure he hit all the notes correctly. He approaches his microphone, gazing out into the crowd, betraying nothing. Once more, he feels your gaze on him. Are you trying to psyche him out? Even at the end, you don't take things seriously.

Dan Heng begins singing, his voice perfect. A memory of Stelle flits through his mind, causing his voice to waver slightly. He curses himself and forces her out of his mind. He sings his verses and waits patiently for yours. Not quite there, but there...

"I'm left wondering why
I'm haunted by the thought of you
Looking at the sky then look at me
And your gaze goes right through
My heart can't stop beating patiently
Waiting for the sunrise to touch the sky"

Dan Heng hadn't thought about the lyrics themselves all that much, primarily focused on the beat and syllables. But now that he is thinking about it, the lyrics seem a bit too close to his heart. But he didn't write this song...

He opens his mouh, his voice merging with yours in a powerful duet. March alwys said how wonderful the both of you combined sounded, but he shrugged it off. When Stelle agreed, he thought about it for a bit.They were right. How strange, two opposites creating the perfect melody together.

And the whole time, you are looking at Dan Heng as if you were... singing to him in particular?

The instrumental plays and suddenly you push your microphone to the ground and walk towards him. Puzzled, Dan Heng watches you before shock ripples through as you yank him by the collar and pull him into a messy kiss. Dan Heng's first reaction was to push you away, but you kept your grip on him tight.

'What are you doing?! You're messing it up!' He thought in a mixture of fear and anger. He tries to fight back against you as you pull back for a second, only to press a jagged piece of glass to his throat. Dan Heng freezes as you press its edge against his throat, causing him to not breathe a bit.

Is this it? Is he going to atone for his sins now?

Dan Heng focuses his eyes on yours, expecting to see a dark determination to win or something just as dark. Instead he sees what is akin to...

Love…?

In your eyes is nothing but adoration and love, gleaming in your eyes. Even as a bullet finds its home in your leg, then your waist, then your shoulder you... you smile. At him. Like there was no one else in the world.

And yet, you've always looked at him that way, haven't you? In the pictures, in the garden, in the competition, through the glass, you were always looking at Dan Heng while he pretended to not see it or look in the other direction towards her.

How could he have been so blind?! What he was looking for- YEARNING for, was in front of him. This. Whole. Time. For a connection, to be seen, to be loved. You did all those things and he didn't even realize. Too concentrated on a girl who'd never love him the way he wanted when you loved him the way he dreamt of.

"Thank you..." you cough, blood dribbling down your face yet you keep your damn smile. "For being the victim of my shallow emotions."

Then you fall to the floor.

Dan Heng drops to his knees beside you, your blood soaking into his pants. He stares at your face, eyes closed with a small smile adorning your lips. He touches his own, a brief taste of what could've been if he actually looked.

Of what could've been.

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you sink into the bubbles with a content sigh, allowing the warmth envelope your flesh. your tense muscles immediately went slack and the foam slides slowly down your skin. the scent of your favorite candle wafts through the air, bringing you a sense of peace. your hair curls around your neck, your shoulders, fans out in the water as you sink even lower. your book, which is hanging precariously between your fingers, lightly grazes the floor. it is some cheesy romance novel a friend of yours begged you to read, and you reluctantly took it. perhaps it could give you insight about the relationship between you and Veritas Ratio, they suggested.

which was ridiculous because your guys' relationship was-is. perfect. well. okay, it isn't fully optimized or firing on full cylinders but that was because neither of you had been in a relationship prior to this one. can you blame you both? this was unmarked territory, a rough terrain neither have you explored, since you two cherished academics as if it were it is the will to live (your friends constantly joked like this, saying if the world was ending you'd still be holed up somewhere absorbing information about the universe's mechanics, and they weren't entirely wrong).

admittedly, there was still some things to tweak, just a tad. a problem that could be easily solved by two intelligent minds, no? some emotinal part of you told you it wasn't simple as that, that simple logic couldn't solve everything. you groan into the froth. despite knowing (almost) everything of what the universe had to offer, you struggled with the knowledge of being an ideal partner. sure, the intellectual sparring between you and Veritas is incredibly sexy--one of the main reasons why you fell in love with the detached scholar, his mind a shining diamond among dull bronze--you just wish you both were able to tell each other how the other felt instead of dancing around the complicated entity known as emotion.

you let the book fall to the floor with a soft thwop, your arm on the edge of the bathtub. you inhale the scents of the candle, the soap, and the water as you ponder. contemplate. think deeply. consider. figure-

a soft knock on the door frame. you adjust your body to look at the visitor. well speak of the devil...

you him in acknowledgement, sitting up a bit as you observe your boyfriend's form. "hello, Veritas. you've returned."

"i have," he confirms, focusing on the book that's currently having bits of water soak into its pages. he clicks his tongue against his teeth. "another delightful and incredibly knowledgeable novel about the intricasies of romance, suggested by that nosy associate of yours?"

you snort at his obvius tone of sarcasm. it was practically oozing of it. "indeed. it is rather... helpful, in a way."

"highly improbable," Veritas scoffs, leaning on the doorframe. you notice his gaze flits anywhere but your form in the bathtub. you chortle under your breath, and forever your smart boyfriend, picks up on this. "have i said something humorous?"

"no."

"then what is it that is so funny to you?"

you give him a pointed look. "what is incredibly entertaining is the fact that even though you have seen me in all my glory, you're still too shy to look at me sitting in a bathtub. so modest."

you observe the redness creeping from his neck upward as his neck snaps towards you, eyes hot on yours and defensiveness or denial on his tongue.

"I'm being respectful!" Veritas exclaims, clearly displeased by your response aa he crosses his arms to show his disapproval.

you mirror him, your arms folded on the porcelain edge and the water sloshes quietly with your movement. you cock your head to the side. "didn't you say that there will only be total and complete honesty in this relationship?"

"even a fool knows when to hold his tongue," he retorts, trying oh-so furiously to use his air of superiority to conceal his fluster. you smile to yourself, glad you know your boyfriend just enough to get him in this state.

"so you're saying you aren't shy," you tease softly, mirth twinkling in your eyes.

"of course not. being embarrassed because of the naked form is not like me at all."

"why don't you join me, then? it's been a while since we've spent time together."

silence at this. backed the purple-haired genius into a corner, little by little. just one more push...

"besides, experiencing intimacies will most likey increase our knowledge on the subject of romance and each other. we will learn more by pursuing harmless acts such as these. or would you rather stay ignorant of this facet of life? or maybe... you're afraid?"

Veritas is by your bathtub in a flash. his scarlet eyes set on yours as you crane your neck up at him, feeling vaguely irritated at the twinge in your neck.

"I'll accept your challenge," he bites out confidently. you nod with a tiny smirk.

One by one, Veritas peels his garments off and puts them in a pile beside yours. you watch appreciatively, your gaze exploring every muscle flexing. your boyfriend notices them and rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"entertained by the show?" he gently dips a leg in, then the other, before descending into the waters across from you.

"very much. i enjoy noting the male form." his legs brush against yours and you fight the habit to pull away.

"obviously so, since you couldn't ever stop staring at me so blatantly before our relationship," Veritas bluntly states, rolling his shoulders and causing the water to ripple with the movement. "one would think you were obsessed with me."

"ah, i coudn't help it, the famous genius was just so riveting! i couldn't help but get excited at the thought of you," you fire back. "and clearly, you did too, that one time you trapped me between you and the desk."

"that," he starts as he leans towards you, "was because you kept challenging me with every word i uttered."

"stimulating, no? it sure got you... riled up, in a sense," you coo, finding his hand under the water to interlace your fingers in his.

Veritas sighs. "you are insufferable."

"yet here you are, indulging me by sitting in a bathtub with me. truly a man." you wink, turning yourself around to press your frame against his firm chest. you feel him tense, then slowly relax, his other hand ghosting over your curves under the bubbles. he hums.

"yet here you are, behaving as if you didn't plan this from the very start." Veritas plucks the rubber duck--his. rubber duck--from the hidden foam. he leans down, his breath tickling your ear. "forever the strategist."

"forever perceptive," you mumble, desperately trying to ignore how this sudden move flustered you just a bit-ah there he goes, smirking as he notices the flush on your cheeks. damn him. Veritas may have won this battle, but he has not won the war.

you plant a quick kiss on the edge of his mouth, hoping to distract him before he got too cocky. "thank you."

"for what, if i may ask?" he inquires, slowly blinking at you. he is startled by your sudden sincereity.

"for joining me."

his thumb rubs a circle on your thigh with a hum. "your gratitude is appreciated. thank you for... allowing me."

you relax into your boyfriend's touch, and let this moment imprint itself on your mind forever.

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you love a man in uniform. not just any man though. Gepard in uniform.

something about your boyfriend all geared up in his captain's attire really fuels your fantasies at night. thinking about his defensive gauntlet pressing against your hips, kneading the flesh or even grinding against his clothed thigh trying to get yourself off, ugh... it's a stark contrast between your serious and innocent lover compared to you, the silly and extremely filthy significant other. but hey, opposites attract, right? it doesn't do any harm thinking about the captain of the Silvermane Guards fucking you to the stars beyond...

you never really expected Gepard to find out about this secret kink of yours. yet he did, accidentally, through his own. sister. she told him how much you loved him in his uniform, how you would twirl your hair around your finger and look off to the side with a profuse blush. then he remembered noticing you in the mirror everytime you thought he was busy buttoning or latching his straps onto his person, watching him with a half-lidded gaze. then it all came together.

well, as a responsible man, he couldn't just let this situation remain unacknowledged, correct? so he had decided to do something about it.

which is why you are currently perching on the edge of the bed, legs thrown over the captain's shoulders as his gloved fingers piston out of your hole. your fingers grip his hair as gently as possible as you whine from his scissoring gestures inside you. he curls his fingers in a beckoning move and you arch your back, bucking into his hand.

"Gepard," you murmur softly, panting. "w-whats gotten into you-mm!"

He cocks his head to the left, watching your dirty expressions with a mixture of intrigue and embarrassment because of that equally filthy intrigue. a blush dusts his cheek as he plants a kiss on your thigh, causing goosebumps to rise. "i missed you."

a breathy laugh escapes your lips. "i missed you more."

"i know. i can tell by the way you look at me," he says softly, his mouth slowly approaches your sex. his blue eyes, now filled with a dark desire, focus on yours. your breath hitches. "did you really think i wouldn't notice how aroused you get when you see me in my uniform?"

which explains why he was still fully clothed and kneeling on the floor in front of you. you curse yourself for giving it away, but upon consideration this wasn't bad at all...

you smirk and shrug with a shoulder. "i like it when you're wearing it, looking all sexy protecting people. is that such a crime?"

"i see," Gepard responds accompanied with a hum. he presses a kiss against your heat as he slows his fingers inside you before fully pulling them out. "it's a crime for you to think you could get away with thinking such thoughts. and for that, it has to be addressed..."

without hesitation, his mouth is on your warmth, licking and suckling. you gasp out, partial shock and partial arousal as your grip on Gepard's hair tightens. your nails scrape against his scalp lightly, earning a groan deep within you. the reverberations cause you to wrap your legs against his head harder, and with his gloved hands he forces you open, pinning you against the bed.

"oh fuck," you whimper out, relishing the feeling of his tongue doing wonders against your core. how it slipped in and out your hole, causing it to squeeze nothing but air. how it was creating a coil deep inside your stomach, drawing it tighter and tighter as you approach your high.

"feels so good, oh, please keep going baby," you sigh, leaning back on an arm as you rut your hips into his mouth. Gepard moans in response to your praises, watching your pleasure with bright cheeks and ears. you know that praise always got him going, so you make sure to sing out as many praises and compliments as you could.

the coil in your stomach suddenly snaps as he fiercely attacks that special spot and you come undone, crying out as your liquids spurt out on your boyfriend's face. you heave as his tongue is quick to clean you up, lapping the juices before pulling away breathing just as hard as you are. your arousal is apparent on his lips, his chin, his cheeks and it brings you a dark satisfaction seeing him in a state. you prop yourself back up to lean forward and give him a kiss, tasting yourself on him. as you pull away, you notice a wet splltch on his crotch area and you come to the conclusion he also found his release.

"seems like you liked it just as much as i did," you breathe with a giggle.

he stammers, wobbly rising to his feet before clearing his throat. "I'll get the shower ready."

and off Gepard goes, quick to hide his embarrassment. you watch his back with a loving smile. he's just too cute. next time, you'll eat him up.

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it didn't take a genius to deduce the fact your boyfriend built walls around his heart. how he uses his charming smile and lidded shut eyes to hide the numb pain behind them. you could sense it the way you felt an incoming stormfront--inevitable, mute, sad. you just wish he would let you in, to soothe his aching heart that had been scarred by war.

and to top it off, he sacrificed a piece of himself that he may never recover. his eyesight.

foxians had great pride in their strong eyesight, and just in a day Jiaoqiu lost it. when you made this discovery, you were shocked into a horrified silence. no, not because of the lack of eyesight, but HOW he lost it. ingesting poision? was he serious?! it could've did more than just cause optic damage! what the hell was he thinking?! and of course, the pink foxian waved the fan in front of his face and smiled sweetly at you, assuring you it was just a tiny problem to overcome as a healer.

"tiny problem" your ass.

your tail swishes madly in displeasure as you ferociously scrub the dishes in the sink. you grumble under your breath, cursing anyone and anything. it's been months since you both addressed this kind of topic, treading lightly around it as if it were a nest of snakes. you, because you didn't want to press and give him space. Jiaoqiu, because he held himself in such a low regard it made you equally want to kiss all over his beautiful face and sock him in the side for it.

a chuckle lifts into the air, behind you to your left. you glance over your shoulder to observe the healer, who is draped onto his chair next to the table in your dining room as if it were his throne. you squint your eyes at him.

"what's so funny?"

"i can hear your displeasure from all the way over here. it's rather loud."

"ah, humblest apologies. i didn't realize my ire was knownst to all."

his smile widens at your sarcasm. "apology accepted. however, may i request what has gotten you so upset?"

you scrape your sponge on another plate, quietly contemplating whether or not to pursue this conversation. it had to be addressed one way or another, right? but what if it was too early to be having this discussion?

"…did i…" Jiaoqiu hesitates. "offend you in any way? if i did, i'm--"

"why do you do that?" you suddenly snap, turning off the water harshly. the foxian winces a bit at the sudden sound, tail and ears going still.

"do what?" your boyfriend asks, sitting upright.

"always think it's your fault? why do you have such negative feelings about yourself?" you demand, turning your body fully to face the pink foxian. your ears slowly slant downwards and the water slides down your arms and drips onto the floor. "you're so quick to throw yourself into any self-deprecating situation. why?"

Jiaoqiu fans his face in intervals, pausing every two soft flaps. his expression betrays nothing. "i don't do such a thing."

you scoff, leaning a hand on the counter. "you know i can sense it when you lie, right? so why bother?"

"because maybe if i lie enough, I'll start to believe it," the healer mumbles.

"Jiaoqiu!" he perks up at the anger in your voice, the hand holding his fan wavering slightly. "why won't you just… prioritize yourself for once?"

"a healer always takes care of their patients before themself. it's their duty," Jiaoqiu responds, and to you it sounds well-rehearsed.

"but there aren't any patients around right now, are they?" you counter. "how can a healer take care of others when he refuses to take care of himself?"

"if this is about me going to a doctor, i told you, this condition isn't all that bad, and I'd hate it if resources were wasted on me."

"it isn't about that and you know it."

the silence is excruciating.

a puff of laughter. "you were always so stubborn and headstrong. it's what i love about you."

"if you try to change the subject I'll hit you," you warn, deadly calm. you're serious, and your boyfriend know it. he places the fan down on the table, being serious for once.

"it's really nothing to worry about. don't stress about it too much."

"how can i if i feel how you're suffering inside?" you exclaim, marching over to him to poke him hard in the chest. he flinches. "i know you Jiaoqiu. you never admit it that you're not doing well, that ever since you lost your vision you became lost too. and you hide that from me because Aeons know why!"

he wisely remains quiet.

"it's okay to be vulnerable. to say you're not okay. don't you know I'm here for you? or is it that…" your voice cracks and you cover it up with a quick clear of your throat. "you don't trust me anymore? do you not want me by your side anymore?"

"By Lan, no!" Jiaoqiu bursts, rising from his seat and making his way towards you. he reaches for what he presumes is your hand, and you give it to him. "it isn't that at all! it's just…"

you watch him, waiting.

his eyes open slightly, and you can see the golden eyes that are now constantly hidden away. "i feel… like a burden, at times. when i was an army healer, I'd watch soldiers who i nuture back to health return worse or never return at all. my preference to bland food shifted to spicier ones, just to feel anything, even if it meant pain. then with Hoolay, i had to make sure everyone was safe from him, to weaken him even just a little, even if it meant surrendering myself to poison. and now i can't see..." Jiaoqiu's voice wobbles and you feel a pang of guilt for forcing him to explain himself to you.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, taking both his hands and bringing them to your chest. "you shouldn't have to explain yourself to me."

he shakes his head. "I'm not finished. i had to relearn everything, rely on my other senses much more when i was so used to seeing things. it was a challenge, but you made it less difficult. you accepted this part of me, even when i myself didn't. i felt ashamed of myself. i kept thinking about how one day, you're going to realize this burden and leave me."

"oh, my love," you whisper softly, pressing the foxian's hands to your heart. his ear twitches, and his hands flatten against your chest. "the only time I'll ever leave you is when this heart of mine stops beating." then you bring his hands to your lips and his lips part to take an intake of shaky air. "you'll never be a burden to me. i accept all of you, your regrets, shame, sorrows. i love you for you, and your flaws don't define you. they make you, and they made you into the wonderful man you are today. and i'd never wish them away."

tears form in his eyes and he quickly closes them, attempting to suppres them. you release his hands and cup his cheeks, swiping your thumbs underneath his eyes. "you can cry. im here sweetheart."

Jiaoqiu's form shakes as he leans down, burying his face into your neck. for the first time, ever since you met him, tears fall. you feel them against your skin as your boyfriend muffles his sounds. one hand rubs his back while the other runs through his hair. you mutter sweet comforts to him as he finally lets himself go.

"i love you so much," Jiaoqiu whispers.

you smile, tiny tears bubbling up in your own eyes as well. "i love you too."

in each other's embrace, you find solace.

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"let's travel the night stars together," you said, offering a hand out to the battered and bewildered Sunday.

"why?" he asked with scrutiny. he had just sinned, there was blood on his hands. he had attacked you and your astral express family at an attempt to keep everyone in a dream, in a fantasy.

"because," you started with a shrug and a slanted smile. "you'll like it."

"did you happen to hit your head by any chance?"

you had burst into giggles, seizing his wrists and puling him up. he was surprised by the audacity and your strength. you were one to follow the trailblaze, which meant sticky situations to get out required some level of strength. or maybe Sunday was just light.

"lots of times." not particularly reassuring. "everyone deserves a second chance. even you."

was he even worthy of such kindness?

he was too close to you, your hands still enveloping his wrists, only an inch apart from one another. Sunday cleared his throat, backing away with a nervous flutter of his wings.

"I'll consider it," he mumbled.

you clapped your hands together, a wide smile dancing on your lips. "hey, I'll take it! any consideration is better than none!"

he looked off to the side, hiding the small smile behind a wing. you were peculiar--the entire astral express were weirdos but somehow, Sunday would find comfort in it. in you.

you had asked him if he believed in soul mates. he didn't respond. you went on to explain it and described the astral express members as your soul mates. then you looked him in the eye and boldly stated he was your soulmate too. he had froze, then avoided your gaze and once again said nothing.

Sunday wondered if he had reciprocated in kind, would you still be alive? if he had told you how he truly felt, would you still be conversing with him? should he join you, to tell you himself? but he couldn't do that to his sister, to the astral express who took him in with open arms. he couldn't make them suffering because hewas brewing in his own personal hell. he couldn't even be remotely be near your room lest the deep sadness wash over him like a tsunami and threaten to drown him in endless sorrow.

the distance had created between you two grew immensly larger than before. now he can never reach you, the same way he can't reach his sister.

and that broke him.

Sunday cried every night, thinking of you. of what could've been. he thought about kissing you many times, to go beyond the cherished touches the both of you had shared. he thought that would haunt you when he soon would leave the express.

instead you haunt him. Sunday wants to leave desperately, but the astral express was the only piece of you he had left. so he lets your phantom keep him company.

until the very end.

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ow ow ow ow.

"Dan Heng, if i don't make it," you began, clasping your boyfriend's hand to your chest. "tell the rest of the Express i loved traversing the stars with them."

he sighs in exasperation, tail swaying side to side. he leans forward, narrowing his eyes at you. "you aren't dying."

"but it feels like it! Dan Heng!" you whine, tugging on his sleeve. "why don't you come sit with me on my bed? my stomach is cramping and i'd love some hugs, please..." you give him your best puppy eyes for emphasis.

you can see his resolve cracking under your pout, at each small tug of his sleeve. his gaze shifts to the side under your warm gaze, a faint blush across his features. "…alright."

you silently celebrate, quicky moving to give him space as he sits atop your sheets. you make no haste flopping yourself into his lap, looking up at him with fluttering eyelashes. his arms go around you almost instinctively, pressing your body into his. you rub your nose against Dan Heng's and in the corner of your vision you notice his tail swishing happily. always a tell-tale. pun intended.

"does it really hurt that bad?" Dan Heng asks, one arm around your frame and the other on your stomach. his hand runs soothing circles across it, and you relax into the touches.

you hum, nosing his neck and inhailing his signature scent. you were always smelling him, as if you were trying to memorize his scent. he'd get embarrassed and shift away, trying to ignore how your close proximity flustered him. it was cute, really.

"it does," you admit, playing with strands of his long hair with your fingers. so silky, you note. "sometimes i can't get up because it hurts so badly."

Dan Heng frowns, not really pleased by the idea of you in such pain. he leans back with you in his arms, so you're both laying down. he keeps rubbing your tummy, offering as much relief as he could.

"I'm sorry, i wish i could do more…"

"just being here is more than enough."

you snuggle against him, as much as humanly possible. your boyfriend doesn't protest, his tail coming up to curl around your waist gently. you peck his cheek, a silent thanks for bringing you comfort. this time, Dan Heng doesn't shy away, but grants small kisses across your forehead that had you practically melt like goo in his hands.

"i love you," you mumble against his chest. the dragon's heart picks up speed, and you can feel his heartbeats under your fingertips. you smile knowingly and you watch as he turns his face away, half-hiding the redness in his cheeks and pointed ears.

"i love you too," he replies after a short moment, nuzzling the top of your hair. "you mean more than you think. i cherish the thought of you everyday."

you know Dan Heng wasn't the talkative type, so it warmed your heart hearing this from him. the man who always concealed his true feelings and spoke as bluntly as possible, now can open up to you and find sanctuary in your hold. it brought tears to your eyes at the amount of trust he had in you.

your boyfriend senses this shift in emotions and instantly pulls back slightly to assess your state. "what's wrong? does it hurt still? do i need to get medicine? tea?"

you shake your head, swiping away tears with a laugh. "no no, it's okay. I'm fine. just… thinking about how glad i am to have you by my side."

the tension in his arms relax and he goes back to resting his head against yours. he hums in acknowledgement and goes silent. and you both stay like that, finding love and warmth in one another as you drift off to blissful dreams.

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Gepard was always serving his people. as the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, he had a duty to fulfill. his job was to protect and serve. to obey and command that was sent his way. he picked up on the little things and pieced them together to get the bigger whole.

so every twist of your pleased expression as he rolls his hips deep and flush against yours was noted and put aside in his conscience. Gepard ignored the burning sensation on his cheeks and focused on pleasing you, letting out low grunts and quiet whimpers against your neck. your hands claw and bunch his uniform in your hands as your cries got longer and louder. his ears burned at the lewd sound of your warmth squelching around him, squeezing his length like a vice and somehow sucking him deeper inside you.

his arms cage your head as sweat runs down his neck and under his clothes. Gepard thrusts deep as your heels dig into his back, encouraging him to go harder. he obliges, snapping his hips forehead and earning a moan from both of you.

"fuck Gepard, you feel so nice so good," you slur, sloppily pressing kisses against his jawline. he gives a little whine as he feels himself get closer to his peak. "come with- mm- m-me please?"

how could your boyfriend deny you when you asked him so sweetly like that? as you bat your eyelashes at him so innocently, your lips puffy from so much kissing, your hands clawing at his back, your core tightening round his length that made him slowly lose control. Aeons, you're going to be the death of him.

Gepard nods, clenching his jaw as he continues pistoning himself into you with that slow and hard pace you've always favored. he picked up on that by the way your moans increased in volume.

his tip continuously kisses that sweet spot of yours, shaping ypur caverns around him. Gepard secretly loved how easy for you it was to adjust to his rather large size, like you were made for him. he feels the way your warmth clenches down hard before your liquids spill from your hole, coating him with translucent white as you cry out his name, chanting it. and with that, the coil got drawn taut until Gepard moans your name, releasing himself over your folds rather than inside. just to be safe.

you both pant, gathering your breaths again. then Gepard feels a faint squeeze around his length and he groans softly. he gazes back at you to notice the same hot desire in your eyes once more. a shiver crawls down his spine.

"would you be down for round two?"

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"darlin', you're gonna make me blush redder than a tomato," Boothill coos, looking up at you lovingly as you perch atop his lap, holding his face in your hands.

"you already are," you tease, admiring the red lipstick marks all over his face. Boothill loves this color on you, it complements your face entirely. and you know it as the ranger looks like he's about to melt into a puddle under you.

your lips find his cheek once more, leaving another mark behind. you hear your boyfriend sigh happily, and you vaguely wonder how you got this rough Galaxy Ranger to be reduced to such a lovebug. you giggle at the fact, pulling away a bit so your nose brushes against his.

"'love you so much sunshine," Boothill mumbles against your lips, claiming your mouth with his. "love you so forkin' much."

you giggle some more against his mouth and he sits back with a huff in the chair. "found somethin' funny, sunshine?"

"forkin'," you echo, trying to suppress your snickers.

Boothill playfully glares at you as you try to gain composure. "i know, i know. it isn't your fault someone tinkered with your synesthesia beacon, but Aeons imagine doing it and all you say is "fork" or "shirtbag" or-"

you burst into laughter at the absurdity of it. your boyfriend rumbles his displeasure at your teasing, the gears within his chest turning. his hands that were on your waist docile now squeeze a bit, causing you to squirm.

"listen 'ere little rabbit," your Galaxy Ranger begins to warn, causing you to roll your eyes with a smile. "I'm sick of your silly little tricks, and i might just do somethin' about it."

"yeah? like what?"

there's a glint in his eyes now. before you could even think, his metal fingers dig into your flesh, tickling you. you sputter and scramble to get away from his assaults, but his grip is good. he's relentless with his hands, making you giggle and laugh until tears roll down your cheeks.

"B-Boothill!" you gasp between laughs, hands scrabbling at his chest. "stop it! i can't-!" another fit of giggles.

"say sorry," your boyfriend says with that famous shark-tooth grins of his.

"I'm sorry im sorry!"

he halts all attacks and you slump against him wth a heavy exhale, glad you are free from his merciless behavior. Boothill chuckles underneath you, and you feel the vibrations in your skin. you sit back up, admiring his handsome looks.

"penny for your thoughts, darlin'?" he asks quietly, gaze softening.

"you just look so nice with red." you kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his lips once more.

he chortles, breathy. "i love you too."

and you continue your gentle kisses, knowing he lpves the contact between your skin and his, more than he'll ever admit.

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"is everythin' alright over here? ya'll are creatin' quite a ruckus," a voice smooth like whiskey asks, interrupting the little fued between you and your ex that was slowly escalating.

your ex seemed pretty determined to make you as embarrassed as possible, voice increasing in volume and causing annoyed and interested glances your way. it made you wish you coul become one with the floor, with the way your ex's sharp words cut through skin and right into your heart. and when you thought it couldn't get worst, their hand had reached toward you, the same had that used to give you flowers as gifts that now delivered promises of pain.

that was when this man intervened, a man mixed with metal. his spurs clicked on the floor, one cybernetic hand resting on the pistol on his belt, and his hat tilted don towards their seated forms. his eyes were calculating, shifting from the person in front of you who wore a tight expression to you, who had hidden tears brimming your eyes.

"that is none of your business-" your ex had begun to snap before the man interrupted him.

"wasn't talkin' to you," he retorts, before cocking his head at you. you hold your breath. "was talkin' to your associate here. seems like you're givin' the poor thing a hard time."

his silver eyes hold yours, and in those eyes you found a way out. he was offering it to you, and all you had to do was take it. you are so tired of your past lover's shit anyway, and this cowboy seems to command authority like he owned it. while your ex struggles to give an appropriate response, you give the most imperceptible head shake. and that seems like enough.

"well, looks like I'll be takin' your friend someplace different," he says, extending a hand to you and you take it gratefully.

your ex's face was slowly reddening as they sputter angrily. they rise to their feet as this hero gently guides you behind him, the metal cool on your skin. they jab a finger at him, "you dare-?!"

"i do dare, i reckon." you blink, and suddenly there's that pistol he was caressing earlier, right between your past lover's eyes. they had to cross them to see the shiny barrel, and their skin lost all its pallor. "now. will you let me and your friend off to do our thing, or will i have to put a bullet through your head to make you understand?"

they swallow thickly before nodding. he sheathes his weapon and focuses his attention back to you, with a slanted smirk. he winks at you and you feel so much lighter, a blush setting fire to your cheeks. the man in silver and black and red offers his arm to you and you hold onto him with a wobbly smile.

"good day to you, pal."

and you both walk out the door of the tavern like you had no cares in the world. and at the moment, you didn't.

"thank you. for saving me back there."

"ain't no problem sweetheart," he replies, navigating through the ongoing pedestrian traffic with ease. where was this man when you wanted to go to the mall? "i don't like seein' any funny business, and that ex of yours certainly was forkin' funny."

"forkin'?" you repeat, a small smile gracing your lips as you study him in a puzzled manner.

he clicks his tongue against his shark teeth, a small hint of humiliation in his agitation. "someone messed with my synesthesia beacon, now all i can say is "son of a nice lady" and "muddlefudger" and all that. which is stupid when you're tryin' to be intimidatin'."

"ah," you respond, a silly twinkle in your eye. "how unfortunafe. it must be so hard, mister…?"

"Boothill. just call me Boothill, but you could call me whatever you like."

how bold. your smile got bigger. "can i call you son of a nice lady?"

"now you're just teasin' me," Boothill chuckles, leaning down toward your height while pressing a hand to his broad chest. "i may look like one big hunk of metal, but i got a big heart here sweetheart."

"I'm so sorry," you dramatically gasp, gently laying your hand on his. you can feel his gears whir inside. you bat your eyelashes up at him, feigning guilt. "i didn't mean to wound my knight made of shining armor. how could i ever make it up to you?"

Boothill's grin matches your own. "how 'bout you go on a date with lil old me?"

"a date? are you sure? it's been a while since I've been on one," you sigh, twirling your hair around your finger.

"and I'd bet you are just as mighty fine back then as you are now," your hero chuckles, tucking a flower matching your outfit behind your ear.

your cheeks burn and your fingertips flutter up to brush the smooth petals. "where did you-?"

Boothill just smiles wide, a finger to his lips. his hand slides down your arm and gently takes your arm, walking you through the crowd. you stumble here and there, mumbling apologies to people. he notices and brings you more to the outskirts of the crowd, pausing before some restaurant to look at you.

"why don't you hold onto this for me sweetheart." and without your response, places his hat on your head. it slides down, temporarily stealing your vision before you push it back up with a finger. you blink up at him in confusion and he just chortles all low, making your skin warmer. "why don't we step inside? i wanna treat you to a meal you'll never forget."

your heart skips a beat as he gently tugs you inside. in just a span of a few minutes, this silver savior found a place in your heart and it seems like he would be staying for a while.

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Reaping What Was Sown

Jade/Reader NSFW Headcanons!

- definitely a switch, but more dominant leaning

- she likes to be in control of the bedroom, and loves being in charge of you

- absolutely skilled in sex so she knows exactly what spots to hit

- she likes to edge or give orgasm denial, slowly watching the fruits of her labor grow as you tremble underneath her and begging for release with the sweet like nectar cries of yours

- she live laugh loves riding your face. watching you so eager to please as you lap at her core like it was the only meal youre going to receive turns her on so damn much its insane. she loves grinding up against your face and dirtying your face with her fluids and your spit. she tugs at your hair and the whimper you utter into her folds are pure bliss!!!

- oh shes a tease 100%. likes to trail a finger down your chest with sweet promises of whats to come (haha) if you obey and wait patiently like the good little investment you are

- her moans are ethereal. soft and breathy, and its rare for her to cry out so loud. maybe shes riding you (strap or otherwise) and youre bucking up at just the right moment, thrusting into her g spot so well it makes her toes curl. watching her tits bounce with the movement gets you so crazy sometimes.

- other times is when YOURE the one in control. she likes to switch it up a little and experiment with things that bring great benefits to the bedroom. so when youre giving her fourth orgasm of the night, pressing her into the sheets with your tongue swirling around her nipple, one hand in between her legs is when shes so filthy with her noises and words its intoxicating...

- thoroughly enjoys watching your pleasure. whether youre below her or above her or behind or in front of her wtv. she loves seeing the expressions you make, the way your eyes roll back when she grinds a certain way, the cute blush your skin wears, the gnawing of your bottom lip...

- would probably get off to you pleasuring yourself in front of her, using her fingers and hands to bring some sort of release but whining when you cant. shell watch you until you plead for her to be the one administrating the ministrations instead and she chortles bc how can she deny her favorite client?

- loves it when you cry her name while having sex.

- more of a praiser than a degrader, she is known for hee somewhat kindness after all. but dont get it twisted; if youre misbehaving or acting like a brat she wont be afraid to put her foot down. she might tease you til youre needy, then demand you get off yourself. this pretty much ends up with you grinding on her somewhere, her shoe for thigh for example. shell observe the utter humiliation of your desires while you rut into her like a pathetic little bunny. all the while praising you for it to amp the embarrassment. should think twice before crossing her.

- likes any position as long as she gets to see your face. bonus points if a mirror is involved

- would NEVER cross the line. if you gasp out the safe word the two of you created shed immediately halt and check if youre ok. she isnt evil!! no harm must go to her investment. also would never do things that make you uncomfortable

- aftercare QUEEN. aint no way shes not gonna take care of her utmost important client. but of course, you must give something of equivalence, no? thats how Lady Bonajade works. so why dont you be by her side for the rest of your life…?

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Such A Little Tease…

Aventurine & Dr. Ratio NSFW Headcanons!

Aventurine

- youve always been a teaser, always findin something to tease the blond about whether it be the way he always gets the better end of the deal, about his boundless luck, or about how much he adores you (which he sometimes may or may not admit to because hey! hes a little shit too)

- the banter was always light and silly with you two, sometimes edging on something dark and seductive

- so when you tease him about his exposed chest, his cute lil boob window, tracking a finger down the revealed skin with a bite to your lower lip, you bet hes aroused

- then you go on like nothing happened. yapping about the rest of your day. he blinks and absent mindedly wonders what that was about. is this a new game youre asking him to play? now doubt in his mind hes in

- so it stays like that for a while, you teasing him randomly before acting like you didnt give him a raging boner. Avens patience titters on vast, but with you? uh uh uh uh! you somehow manage to test the poker face hes done so well to maintain. he decided that hey you won, now its time for you to taste the consequences of teasing an IPC man

- which is why youre sitting in Aventurines lap, messy and pretty and begging for him to thrust his cock into you. but he ignores your pleads, scrolling on his phone and doing wtv he does on there

- you squirm in his lap, hes pressing you down and still with his gloved hand and rings pressing into your bare flesh. didnt help that you were the only one unclothed and he still has his rich boy clothes on

- he finds your neediness too adorable! look at what youve been reduced to, a panting, horny, little bunny trying to grind on his lap! he could stay like this forever, your gummy walls keeping his length nice n warm

- Aven opts to turn his camera on, turning your face towards the camera with his other hand. your eyes widen and he smirks, pressing record. right as you start to blubber about what he was doing, he thrusts hard up into your core, making a moan rip from your throat and your toes curl. he watches your fucked out expression with a pleased smile, a low laugh bubbling from his lips

- "my cute bunny, i may let you win for the moment, but that doesnt mean the house isnt in my favor."

Veritas Ratio

- has he told you how much you infuriate him? surely he must have, and it clearly didnt go through that thick skull of yours

- to his chagrin, youre always teasing him. no matter how many times he insults you or outright ignores you, you laugh and press on. its irritating!

- then you challenge him on something hes so proud of: his intellect. oh, how smart the Doctor is. surely he must know everything! does he know how to please in bed…?

- the. audacity! in broad daylight no less! he ought to strangle you! he drags you into an empty closet, pinning you against the door with his arm caging you in as he calmly asks if you lost your mind.

- you poke at the exposed skin on his chest and he jerks a bit and there you go again with that damned innocent smile of yours! you calmly reply you didnt, that you were asking what no one dared to ask to pursue more knowledge about such a handsome scholar

- then you cross your arms, like Ratio was inconveniencing YOU and look up at with fluttering eyelashes. you supposed that he wasnt knowledgeable about pleasure at all. something the Doctor is sadly lacking…

- his patience snaps like a twig.

- soooooo youre getting pressed against the door, one leg around the scholar's waist and the other struggling to stand straight on the floor as he pummels into you with zero mercy, not caring about how harsh his pace is. in his mind, you damn deserve it, for being such a brat.

- hell whisper in your ear how filthy you are, how bad you wanted his cock that you chose to indulge in being a dirty little slut, how hea gonna stuff you full over and over till you beg him to stop. and why is that happening? bc youre too busy thinking with your cunt instead of your fucking head

- his cock kisses your cervix at this angle, making your eyes roll back as you whine pathetically into his hand. Ratio hisses at you to be quiet, or else hell leave you in this closet without finishin and horny so you try your hardest to be quiet bc yall are kinda still in a public space…

- he grunts in your ear, silencing his own groan because holy shit youre so tight and warm and you keep pulling him in by biting into the curve of your neck as he ruts into you, member incredibly stiff and hard

- in the back of his intelligent mind, he wonders if he SHOULD leave you without an orgasm due to your teases, but upon observing your expressions, how you eagerly pulled him against you, your warmth so inviting as it clamps down on him, as you lick his hand like youre trying to aplease him slightly, he supposed he could let it slide.

- but expect him to be rough, he isnt so forgiving. hell make sure you walk out that damned closet limping and the mixture of both releases soaking your underwear. "perhaps next time youll think with your head…but we both know that that wont occur. itll be better if i fuck it into your brain instead."

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oh, wont you kiss me on the mouth, and love me like a sailor?
and when you get a taste, can you tell me, whats my flavor?

it's been days since your husband left on a mission with the younger Express members. they texted frequently on the groupchat, but that didn't soothe much of the worry away. Himeko tried to help, attempting to make you a coffee to placate you but you smiled at her and shook your head. you may be dizzy with possibilities of the mission going wrong, but you were aware enough to not drink her death coffee (you never said that part out loud, but it was true).

you kept yourself busy by cleaning around the Astral Express. Pom Pom gladly given you some chores to do, and you completed them all effortlessly and without complaint. they would exclaim how you were their favorite person to choose to assist in clean up duty because you always got the job done perfectly.

"careful, you might wear open a hole on the train floor," Himeko softly teases from a couch in the main area, sipping her drink. her eyes twinkle at your pacing form. "the kids will be fine with Welt around. no need to be concerned."

you nibble on a nail, brows screwed together. "it's in my nature to worry. i feel like not worrying about it makes me more stressed."

"Pom Pom thinks they'll be fine! they're always strong together," the conductor pipes from somewhere. it's amazing how much they can hear.

you cease your pacing with a sigh, tapping your foot on the cool floor. a small chirp comes from your pocket and you don't waste a second to grab it. your lips perk up at the message from the group chat.

"on our way back! mission was a success!!!"

March, ever the ball of pink sunshine. she sent a cute little emoji that made you smile wider. you tap out a response.

"Would any of you like me to prepare you anything for your return?"

Another chirp. this time, from the Trailblazer.

"some food please! im starving mom" with a goofy emoji after. Your heart swells at this. it started out as a joke, with March calling you a mama chicken due to your fussing around them before they left to go on another planet. then the trailblazer went with it, calling you "Mom". Dan Heng had sighed in resignation, but you noticed the tiniest smile on his face. youve always have.

"told you they'd be alright."

"and you're almost always right, dearest Himeko."

combined chuckles fill the air as you look out the window to observe the stars.

Your fingers gently press into the older man's shoulders, chasing away aches from his bones. Welt has a book poised in one hand, intently reading as you stand behind his chair. the two of you had separate rooms, just for modesty purposes but one of you was always in the other's room, like they couldn't get enough. Welt, however much he didn't like to admit, was a man starved of touch. and you did as little as grant him just that everyday.

you notice his glasses sliding down his nose and you lean over his shoulder to adjust them. your husband glances at you with a soft smile, a "thank you" leaving his lips. you peck his cheek with a hum before returning a few more minutes of massage.

you leave his side to go to your dresser. you look at yourself in the mirror, suddenly a bit self-conscious. you turn your face away and took the hem of your sweater in between your fingers and brought them up. awkwardly, it got stuck around your head as you tried to pull it off you and you make soft grunts. it's not long before you're finally free, thanks to a pair of bigger hands.

you look in the mirror to lock gazes with your husband, smiling sweetly at him. you lean back, against his warm chest. his arms swiftly envelope you, rubbing circles on your now bare skin. he presses a warm kiss on your shoulder and you chortle, nuzzling the side of his head.

"i missed you," you whisper to him. the rest of the Express was sleeping, so you didn't want to wake them.

"i missed you too." this time, accentuated with a trail of kisses up to your jaw. you suppress giggles before turning in his arms to capture his mouth in a kiss.

he always tasted of the tea he liked to drink, earthy and a bit bitter. you had to admit, you liked the taste on him. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers curling in his chestnut streaked with white hair. in response Welt draws you closer, your chest pressed against his. you forgot you had just taken off your top, so your bra squishes up against his frame, making you turn a billiant shade of red. it wasn't like you two hadn't had sex before, but with the man of your dreams it always didn't fail to make you fluster.

Welt pulls away just a tad, forehead brushing against yours. "are you alright? you're a bit warm all of a sudden."

"'m fine!" you quickly respond, gaze anywhere but his. he hums in acknowledgement, kneading the flesh of your waist absent-mindedly.

Welt leans in for another kiss after a brief moment, surprising you. not that you minded in the slightest. what started as slow, sensual kisses became a full-blown make out session, his tongue against yours and tangling.

he groans softly against your mouth and the temperature in the room instantly increases. you push him gently towards the bed, heat pooling into your gut as you kiss him like he was the air you needed to breathe. you both topple over onto the bed, throwing away any useless clothing that got in the way between your bodies.

your husband is on top of you in a heartbeat, trailing hot mouthed kisses down your collarbone, over your perked up breasts, over your stomach. your breaths are rapid, noticing his hair suddenly ruffled than his usual clean style. you muse to yourself how he always lost himself when he was around you, giving you a sense of pride.

it's quickly replaced with desire as Welt comes back up to kiss you hungrily once more, bringing your hips closer to his. you feel his hardened tip nudge at your entrance, gathering up the slick your body naturally produced as a lubricant. you shiver at the feeling, your core fluttering and he didn't even enter you yet. maybe you missed him as mucb as he did. as if your crying hole and his stiffened cock were not enough of an indication.

slowly, he inches inside you, making you both make strained noises. Welt, because of how fucking tight you are. You, because each time you forget how big he is and the stretch that accompanies with him bottoming out inside you. he enters fully, sheathed in your warm embrace. sticky sweat lightly cover your bodies as Welt breathes harshly out his mouth. once the discomfort passes, you wiggle your hips against him. your husband grips your hips hard to still you, trying to muffle his own desperate sounds. but you buck against him and he loses all control.

he pistons inside you slow and deep, tunneling through your soft walls in pursuit of that one spot that made your toes curl. his arms caged your head as he hovers over you, toned muscles rippling with each thrust. you cover your mouth with a hand and grip the sheets with the other as a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. but each roll of his hips against yours made your eyes roll back and the grip on your mouth loosen.

"i love you," he rasps, hair sticking to his face. his glasses were discarded a long time ago. "i love you so much."

your heart stutters in your chest as you moan softly in response. your hand that was previously balled in the sheets rope through his hair, deliciously scraping his scalp. a dragged out groan and another sweet kiss as lewd sounds fill the room, skin against skin. the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, and you knew you were getting close.

"gonna come Welt," you whine, and at the sound of yourself you flush even more.

"then come," your husband growls low in his throat, breaths heaving. your cunt pulsates around him at this and he whimpers a bit.

a few more harsh thrusts of his length has you gushing, your release leaving a creamy ring around his cock and dripping from his balls down. his own hips stuttered as he assisted in riding out your orgasm, muffled "please's" echoing. with one more shove, Welt empties in you with a guttural moan, pumping a few more times inside your clenching core. you milk him of all his worth, the mixture of fluids staining the seets below.

you gather your breaths. after a few beats, Welt pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. he kisses your forehead before getting off the bed to fetch a towel to clean you up.

"how about we sleep in my room tonight?" he whispers into your ear, wiping away the translucid white from your thighs. "I'll wash the sheets tomorrow."

you nod weakly, your lips against the side of his head. he exhales, eyelashes fluttering shut before opening again. he smiles, eyes crinkling and full of adoration.

"i love you."

"i love you more."

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i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my soul

anaxa had never met someone quite like you before.

naturally, he was curious (albeit he had initially tried to repress it). a being who had caught the gaze of an "Aeon", a lot like a Titan in his world. how exactly did that work? the mechanics of being "gifted" by a god, how did it affect you physically, mentally? he, who sneered at blind faith to higher beings, met you who wasn't quite blind, but wasn't quite clear-minded either. how did this fare against his own beliefs? were you truth or lie?

"this species should not have lived as long as it should have," Anaxa had murmured to himself, touching the leaf of a plant that should've succumbed to the fierce and unforgiving competition of the flora life around him.

he had come to an old research facility, one that attempted desperately to find a solution against the black tide. it must've shut down without the proper resources or lack of answers. this facility at least tried to fix amphoreus's gloomy situation. not like thos who prayed for salvation. it became full of green and other vivid colors, home to nature now. he had visited multiple times now, combing through discarded documents when he noticed a plant struggling to survive. Anaxa would not help it; this was nature's way of keeping the balance. besides, saving a dying plant wasn't high on his list of priorities.

miraculously, it survived. even consumed other plants near it, expanding out the crack of the stone walls. it was not natural; an external source caused this to happen.

so he waited.

surely enough, you came along. Anaxa observed you from afar, watching with calculating eyes. who were you? he never saw you before. it was clear you aren't from Amphoreous. small steps that seemed unsure, shoulders hunched with some unseen weight tugging them down. your clothes were foreign, criss crossing and strange colors. gloved hands and tired eyes. he looked on as you approached the growing plant, eyeing the carcasses of other flora in its wake. you sighed, hands balled at your sides.

it was you who tended this garden. trying to sustain each tiny life. but with each touch, peeling off leather gloves to heal (he noted, when he saw you nurture a sapling that was dying), only for it to exterminate other life forms or die in the cruelest way.

he decided to come to you, to learn more about you. to inquire about your monotonous actions.

you didn't shoot accussing or suspicious looks when he melted off the side of the beam, one among many burdened with keeping this building up. he stopped a couple feet away from you, silence stretching out like an old friend.

"who are you?" blunt, straight to the point. you would grow to like this about him.

"an Emanator tasked to bring eternal life to those who need it." weary, rehearsed. little did he know there were so many layers of complexities under that gaze, and he would grow to be fond of it.

"an Emanator?"

"blessed by the Aeon, Yaoshi."

Anaxa scoffed. "blessed? for a person to be coddled by the divine, you appear to not be so."

"I've begun to realize that this blessing…" you trail off, hands open and closing, as if they were trying to hold onto something. "is not quite a blessing. it brings more trouble than respite. i save so many, give immortal life to so many yet…each of them fall. almost as if i had bound their wings and threw them in the air to plummet to their deaths."

"you realize only now? that the chalice you hold in between your fingers by the gods is poisoned? even as they promise salvation?" he asked. "that they are only liars?"

you went silent. deep in thought. "i suppose it was never mine to hold."

"then discard it."

you jerked your head up, startled by such a response. you echoed his words with more than just exhaustion. with curiosity and a little bit of something else.

"you do not need to be blessed by divinity to be self sufficient. you do not need them to have your own reason, your own will. you do not need them to define "life", "death", "healing". seek your own truths rather than what the universe forces you to swallow."

a shared breath. an exchange. you were finally able to touch something without bringing the inevitable bout of pain.

rejecting an Aeon and its ideals were not as easy as you would believe.

your body, preserved by Yaoshi to bring eternal life, began to slowly revert, the cellular formation breaking down and causing immense pain. your body was going through a process of near decay. your abilities dropped dramatically, unable to heal with a touch anymore. illnesses that had no effect on you came to you easy, leaving you bed ridden. your mental health detoriated. Yaoshi began to withdraw its gaze on you, leaving you to battle mental and physical problems on your own.

it was excruciating. the pain. the mortality. is this what it was like to feel the constant shadow of death? you hadn't known it for years now. now it came to you like a promise.

Anaxa stayed by your side, never offering gentle words but instead ways to continue on. even as you nearly withered on your bed, barely able to keep your eyes open, he encouraged you to redefine the words that the universe forced you to memorize. to remember all those people you tried to help in the past but couldn't with an unhealthy way of doing so.

"create your own way of saving others. you'll find it more fulfilling and leads to less tragic outcomes."

pressed on, you did. with his guidance, you dug your way out the hole you created for yourself to feel the sunlight kiss your face. you didn't realize you were holding your breath the entire time and now you were able to breathe again. you inhaled and realized you were starved.

no longer an Emanator, you pursued a new path. no longer filled with overwhelming power but with precision. the Erudition path enticed you, thanks to Anaxa feeding you knowledge you didn't know you needed. scientific inquiry, logical solutions that led to more saved lives than you ever could as an Emanator. you focused on bio engineering, dedicating yourself to effort instead of gifts. you helped create new, affordable, and efficient medicines to save lives. a healthier way to stay alive.

Anaxa was delightfully surprised. he never knew a being so capable, so determined to not let despair consume them. to strive to be better, pursuing knowledge rather than faith. he admired and respected the strength you bad in you, more than he ever had in a person. he could even come to rely on you. in a world full of lies, he was only truth. but now, watching you as you brought about a happiness to yourself and others, he supposed he wasnt the only truth.

he found truth in your honesty. he found truth in your self suffiency. he found truth in your thirst of knowledge. he found truth in shared trauma and disappointment from the divine. he found truth in your seeking of answers, even if you would never receive them.

he found truth in you. and the bond that tied you together, featherlight and soft. you found solace in each other a way no one else could, a true connection forged by recognition. you demanded only the truth from one another. it was tiresome, however it did bring a sense of fulfillment. thanks to a certain blasphemous scholar and an agent of change.

"Anaxa, your experiments will bring about your downfall," you tease, bringing him medicine you had made yourself. you noticed he wasn't getting enough sleep nor nutrients as he looked paler and more exhausted than yesterday.

"be it my downfall, it may," he drawls, studying equations on the chalkboard. too busy to notice you call him by a name he refuses to let any call him by. his fingers were coated with a thin layer of dust, and were now on his chin in thought. "im on the cusp of finding a true answer. perhaps multiple. however…" there he goes again, disappearing into his rambles.

"on the cusp of collapsing, more like," you snort, causing the scholar's gaze to cut towards you, eyebrow raised. "rest doesn't make you weak, you know. makes you stronger. want some tea?"

Anaxa studies you like you're one of the equations on the chalkboard. "that would be satisfactory."

code for he would like that. so strange, that man.

you pour the powdered medicine into the tea cup, using a spoon to mix the contents well. you hum a soft melody to yourself, the clinking of the metal against porcelain bringing you a small joy. after deeming it good enough, you hand it to Anaxa. he takes it without looking, sipping. he pauses, looks down at the cup, then at you.

"i can hardly taste the medicine. all i can taste is the tea. have you finally succeeded in the new formula you were pursuing?"

you beam, glad he noticed. you nod earnestly. "the chemicals weren't bonding the right way. but it ws close. we just had to find the right combination of metals to do so. more tial and error if anything. and your reaction just about confirms it."

"hmm." the edge of his mouth twitches. "you mean to say you used me as a subject?"

"it's safe," you persist, exasperated. "don't worry, it won't kill you before your impending ingenuity strikes once more."

Anaxa gives a tiny smile, almost imperceptible. "the audacity. i much appreciate the tenacity however if you try to exterminate me again-"

"Anaxa."

his smile widens into that sharp grin of his. when he finally achieved his goals. his goal now being a pain in the ass.

"Anaxagoras," he corrects, turning back his attention to the formulas written. but you both knew he didnt mind too much when you called him that. "thank you. the gesture was appreciated."

"of course," you reply softly, reaching out to gingerly place a hand on his arm. "make sure to rest up. you can't die before i surpass you."

his gaze flickers at you, softening slightly. a shadow of a smile once more. then bacm to the board.

the clicking of your shoes filled his mind before they were gone. Anaxa let the warmth from the cup seep into his hands. and it reminded him of your own hands. hands like the sun. he takes one more sip.

one more and one day, he'll close the distance.

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Phainon rests on your chest, listening to the pattern of your heartbeat. his eyes are closed, his hair swaying in the wind. you hum a small melody, the vibrations from his cheek and travel to his brain like a mental massage. your fingers run through his pale hair, making him relaxed than he's ever been. a man of pride, silliness, and sunshine, reduced to a puppy once more. one yearning for sanctuary and affection, which you gave wholeheartedly.

you became aware of the cycles after each time it had restarted. you got a weird sense of deja vu the first time, like this morning waking up to your younger sibling making you breakfast in the morning since you accidentally slept in. you shook your head, maybe it was a dream. you had your meal with the little sibling, lovingly poking their cheek and chiding them for being so messy while eating. you earned a silly remark with a cheesy grin.

then the only family you had left perished in the black tide while running some errands. while you had declined their offer to join to instead work on your stories all hunced over the desk of your shared home.

anguish filled you like nothing before. oh, imagine how they felt! all alone, terrified, crying out for you…you had felt a tingle on the back of your neck while writing, almost an alert. but you brushed it off and now you regreted it with your wet and tight heart at their funeral. a nightmare you wished you could escape from.

and you…did? you woke up with a start, to someone jostling you in the sheets. bewildered, you faced your dead sibling. how was this possible? were you dreaming? you rubbed your eyes. still there. prodded them. got a swat in response. they really were there, and you didn't care how. you embraced them so tightly they were wondering what the hell was up with you. all that mattered was them at your side again. maybe you dead in your sleep and now in heaven.

then they died again. and again. and again. it just kept repeating, in a tragic circle. a cycle, you thought. you had to find something understandable, reasonable. why was this happening? why couldn't you save your sibling in each new life granted to you?

so you became a student of knowledge to a certain blasphemous scholar to figure out why. you observed the Grove, how it never changed. could it be the reason? you weren't so sure.

then you met Phainon. well, not really met, because you had seen him from afar. you saw him often after this decision in your life. he seemed also weary under that charming smile of his. you began to watch him, your gut telling you to. with each restart he seemed to be bright at first, then begin to dull towards the end. like he knew…the cycle would begin again. and it did.

he noticed you act strangely in the corner of his eye one cycle. so he approached you, a smile and a question in his eyes. you nodded and an answer in your own. it wasn't long before you two hung out more often than not. you asked him some quesrions. he answered the ones he could. he talked often about this Mydei man, about how awesome of a rival he was. you smiled at his enthusiastic prattling, finding you didn't mind it as much.

one day, you kiss him. on your tippy toes, a quick peck to his lips. fell back on your heels and looked at him innocently. he stared at you for a hot moment, face amusingly turning pink and you could almost see the comedic steam coming from his head. then heyanked you close with a yelp and giving a true, deep kiss. like a man with so much to lose.

so when he's in this state, heart bleeding for you to see, his weight heavy with sins and sorrow on your chest, you can't help but love the man forced to be the hero. the hero who had to make sacrifices that he didn't want to make and desperately tried to find another way.

he was tired and wanted to rest. just for a bit. you hugged him to your smaller frame, allowing him to. you softly tell him, "its okay." and a single tear traces down his cheek and he snuggles into your warmth, almost like he wanted to get under your skin and live there. you kiss his forehead and keep humming, a comforting cradle for the man you adored.

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Moze approaches you, water rippling around you as he stalks toward you like a predator would prey. you let him. he towers over you, your chest nearly brushing against his.

"do you have no ounce of self preservation? or is it lost somewhere in that thick head of yours?"

"nah, I'm just courageous," you reply with a cocky smirk. you wear nothing but a tight fitted leotard, your clothes discarded by the lake's shore after some training with your sword in the dark forest. and naturally, your guard was there to make sure you don't run off and get yourself killed, as per the General's instructions. you are her dear little sibling after all, leaving chaos in your wake.

"more like suicidal. i can drown you right now, leave the current to take away your body and disappear forever."

"you could," you agree, tapping your chin. "but you wouldn't."

"why not?" he asks, eyes glowing under the moon.

"because i know you now. you don't do things out of the kindess of your heart but you would never stoop so low. you wouldn't want to be like "them"."

Moze studies you. "i firmly believe you are a psychopath."

you bark a laugh. "thats what's gotten me to survive as long as i have. now turn around."

he watches you before reluctantly obliging. you bring your hands up from beneath the water to scrub away at his clothed back.

you feel both the softness and roughness of his skin from underneath his shirt, tracing a long scar. you don't miss how his chest stopped for a second before resuming. you hide a smile, not wanting to ruin the moment. you tug off his hood, revealing glistening silver locks to the sky.

you tap his shoulder, signaling him to face you. he does, eyes locked on your form. you place a hand on his chest, focusing your attention to a certain spot before he seizes your wrist.

you pause, blinking up at Moze in a confused manner. he leans towards you slowly and your eyes narrow at his strange behavior. his head dips down, gauging your reaction. slowly closing the distance before you decide to bridge it.

his lips are soft, to your surprise. he's hesitant at first, lightly pressing against your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him toward you. that was all the affirmation he needed. his mouth presses against yours, harder, more passionate. your lips move against his as his hands find their home on your waist. the kiss was like fireworks in the night sky. so soft yet full of yearning.

he pulls away and you both breathe heavily, foreheads touching. Moze searches your face, looking for any signs of regret. there's none, besides adoration and affection.

for the first time, Moze felt seen. as if someone pulled him out of the shadows for the first time and into the light.

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Rockin' Love Fever!

Natasha x Reader x Serval SFW Dating Headcanons!

- alr so like. youre dating the most caring and badass women known on Belobog. Natasha, who always heals your scrapes and stitches you and/or Serval up with a light scolding, but the twinkle in her eyes show she isn't truly mad. Serval, who writes songs about you both and performs it in her shop for you.

- Natasha frequently checks up on you guys, making sure you ate something today or drank. also to make sure you dont overwork yourselves out. you guys liked to do that a lot, whether you were helping Serval out with some mechanical device or you doing overtime on your job. shed make sure you fire on all of your cylinders and encourages rest when needed. she might teasingly say to either of you that if you head to bed right now, you could use her as a pillow. both of yuou were in that room in micro seconds.

- Serval would waste no sexond standing up for you. she has a bit of a rebellious streak, so shed defend you in a heartbeat. if someone was close to harming you in any way, her lightning might crackle across her skin in warning. if Natasha was involved, she knows she can handls the situation just fine but always eye the perpetrator behind her like an angry and territorial cat

- hehe hair braiding. lots of it. its a cute way of spending time together. Natasha braids small and clean ones wifh not a fray out of place, you braid rather clumsily, and Serval decorates her braids with whatever she could find. fun times!

- frequent hugs n cuddles! you like to hug your women from behind and rest your chin on their shoulders, watching them do their thing. Serval would opt in for bear hugs, pressing you both against her and nuzzling with a laugh. Natasha would rein you guys in a gentle embrace, then kiss both foreheads while murmuring sweet nothings. it would leave you flustered and Serval delighted with a prominent blush and a silly smile on her lips.

- Serval seems to show her love in acts of service, while i think Natasha displays hers in words of affirmation. both make sure they use their strengths to lighten each others' moods. you also demonstrate your love through your love language and make sure both feel loved

- jam out session with Serval!! sometimes Natasha lets her play some muskc while she works to heal her patients and you assist her for the day. expect some pumped up kicks!

- tea parties with Natasha! it would be adorable to see the stuffed animals she makes there and all of you would just chat and dine. shed give you a teddy each, another addition to the growing collection of fluffy creatures in yalls rooms.

- sm. kisses. i dont think either of them would hold back their affections since both are esp affectionate. Natasha is slow with her kisses, either cupping your face to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead or pressing her lips against yours for the longest kiss of both your lives. Servals is quick and passionate, scattering kisses across faces at rapid speed or moving her lips against your own, almost devouring. both had a way of causing out of breath breathing and blushing. and sometimes, you wanted to compete and make em flush. they think its cute

- like mentioned above, sleepy cuddles are a must. always go to sleep together, even if one returns home later than the others. yall always fall asleep next to each other in one anothers arms and legs tangled

- you sometimes like to be bold and compliment them, ex. calling them sexy ladies oe baddies. Serval barks a laugh, bringing you close by hooking her arm around your neck as Natasha smiles, shaking her head and pinching your cheek. it ends up you being flustered instead…

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Direct Message to Arlan, Head of Security

12:56 PM

You have sent an image

Arlan
Peppy?

Arlan
i was looking for Peppy everywhere we were going to play holodisc

You
playing during work hours Mr Arlan?

Arlan
more like rehab for Peppy

You
srry, but ill be kidnapping Peppy for a while its just too cute!!!

Arlan
playing during work hours?

You
wow…

You
just for that you wont be seeing Peppy for a while! hmph.

a ping of a notification as you pocket your phone in your lab coat. another ping or two indicates that Arlan isa bit distressed about the predicament. you grin at Peppy, who tilts its head with its tongue out. you kneel, petting its small head gently.

"maybe this will get that hardhead to come visit me," you mumble, scratching the pup behind the ear. it yips in response. "it's almost like he's avoiding me. sorry for kidnapping you, Peppy. i swear its all good intentions."

Peppy butts your hand with another bark in response. you chuckle. this dog is incredibly intelligent, you had noticed. you offer it a treat and it snaps it up instantly. you rise to your feet a sense of dizziness washes over you. you grip the edge of the table you're working on, the other hand squeezing your nose bridge. Peppy nuzzles your ankles, watching you worridly.

"are you alright?" a voice startles you, causing your hip to smack against the table.

you hiss in pain, looking to the side where the voice came from. "ahhh, hi Arlan."

Peppy dances around Arlan's feet as he approaches you. his pink eyes set on the hand rubbing your hip. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to startle you…"

you wave the concern away. "I'm fine. happens all the time."

"hm." Arlan watches as you push up your glasses clumsily. you can't help but flush underneath his gaze, ears hot. "have you eaten today?"

you pause. a finger to your chin as your foot taps in thought. "i think so."

"what time?"

you shrug helplessly. "um, can't remember? time flies when you're working on world changing knowledge."

Arlan sighs, exasperated. "i leave you be for a couple days and you already start neglecting yourself. Ms. Asta wouldn't be pleased."

"a week actually," you correct, earning another sigh. "maybe you should stop avoiding me."

"I'm not," he replies defensively. "i have a job to make sure-"

"that the Space Station is safe from harm yes yes. but that doesn't mean you cant visit, even for a couple seconds." you pout. "i miss talking to my favorite person of all time."

"careful, Ms. Asta might hear and feel disheartened."

you suppress a chuckle. the conversation goes silent. you both stand there awkwardly. you shift your weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to say.

Arlan clears his throat before digging a hand into a pocket. he tosses and item at you and you instinctively catch it. it's a granola bar. "make sure you take care of yourself. I'd hate for Peppy to find you collapsed here all alone."

you nod. as he turns on his heel to leave with a cream pup by his side, you blurt "wait!" he halts, then glances over his shoulder at you. you swallow the sudden dryness and ignore the battering of butterfly wings in your stomach. "when- uh, when do you get off work?"

"in about nine or ten system hours. why?" Arlan inquires.

"can you meet me after? i know you're probably tired but-"

"it's okay," he gently intercepts. "I'll be here."

Arlan nods at you before disappearing around the corner. you sigh, not realizing you were holding your breath as he left. you try to still your heart that was beating hard from anticipation and nervousness. you had to let Arlan know how you felt today. no more beating around the bush. your observations of his behaviors around you told you he felt the same and especially Ms. Asta's, who seemed keen to play Cupid.

if you and her were wrong and Arlan only saw you as friends, well. there's always the option to eject yourself off the Space Station.

you nearly fell asleep on your office chair when you hear a light knocking. you stop yourself from banging your knee under the desk. you call out a confirmation to enter and Arlan walks through the door. he closes it behind him and stands in front of your desk.

you rise and manuever around the desk, opting for the small couch across your desk. this wasn't business, but personal. you sink into the cushion and pat the area next to you. you see a hint of hesitation before he does so, sitting a respectable distance from you. you observe him, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

"is something wrong?" Arlan asks, studying you as well. his hads are still on his knees. like he's ready to get up and leave.

"no! well. yes. but not in the bad way." Arlan raises a brow. "okay. hold on. do you…remember the first day we met?"

Arlan frowns a bit. "of course. it was your first day as a researcher here. Ms. Asta and Ms. Herta introduced you to me."

"do you remember what happened to me?"

"you… tripped over your own feet and fell. hit your shoulder pretty bad on a wall."

you wince in embarrassment. your first day here, and you already made a name for yourself as the resident klutz researcher. "and my glasses broke. i remember you taking me to a medic to get evaluated, and even took my glasses to get fixed. even as i blubbered about how i was fine, you didn't listen and made sure i was properly treated. I'll never forget those acts of kindness. and i know you'll say something responsible like how it was your job but…"

your glasses slide a bt down your nose as you look down in the hands in your lap. "it meant a lot to me. most of my life i was ridiculed because i didn't shape myself in the mold society made. someone actually being nice to me, even in a sense of duty, felt nice. i didn't expect to see you much after. but i did. and we became friends. i cherish this bond between us."

"…but?" Arlan prompts, already sensing the "but" from far away.

"but i think i got too greedy." you close your eyes briefly. "because i ended up falling for you."

silence.

"i shouldn't have. a small researcher and the head of security. it's impossible. yet, i kept hoping, kept talking to you because i wanted it to happen. you always do your job a hundred percent, even as Ms. Herta's shields keep us safe. you're kind to everyone you meet and stern when you need to be. you want to protect everyone, even at the expense of yourself. and it's admirable. really admirable. i could never." you chuckle dryly. "but this damn heart of mine said to tell you how i feel. so. yeah. Arlan, i have feelings for you and wish we could be more. but if you don't feel the same way naturally i know what's the answer. if not, i know you'll put your job first."

you open your eyes to give him a small smile. "better than keeping it in, right?"

Arlan's cheeks are uncharacteristically dusted with pink across his dark complexion, shocking you. his eyes flutter as he looks around, abashed at your honesty. your own cheeks warmand you stand abruptly to your feet.

"i didn't-im sorry," you stammer, waving your hands wildly. "this is so dumb of me. I'll let you leave-"

and, characteristically, you trip over your coffee table. just as you're about to crash onto the floor, a hand snatches your elbow and yanks you back. you're now pressed into a warm body, breaths quick. you slowly process what happens and bring your gaze to Arlan who meets yours at the same time. breaths hitch.

you're so close, you can see the clusters of dark eyelashes against pink irises. the notable scar on his nose. the stray hairs refusing to be a part of the ponytail. his soft breaths fan yours and you stop breathing. his eyes are half-lidded, watching you closely.

"for the record…" Arlan inhales shakily, bringing a hand to remove your lop-sided glasses. "i thought you were cute. when you fell."

your face burns another intensity.

"not that i liked that you fell!" he adds quickly, realizing he sounds a bit strange. "what i meant was tripping was cute. like, your clumsiness. not because you got hurt, that's weird. I'm not-"

you interrupt him with a kiss.

it was slow and unsure at first. you've never kissed anyone before. Arlan, freezing, also appearing to be his first time. he didn't seem to know where to pit his hands before gingerly resting them on your waist. Arlan leans into the kiss a fraction closer, hesitant. your arms go around his neck, your chest against his. he seems to relax a bit, knowing you actually want this. his hair tickles your face after the two of you pull away after what seems like an eternity. and already you were missing the way his lips felt on yours.

"wow," you mumble, then laugh awkwardly. he laughs with you, forehead touching yours. your nose nuzzles his as you stroke his hair lovingly. "it appears my deductions were correct."

"they were," Arlan mumbles, kneading the flesh between his fingers. your skin is hot to the touch now. "i really like you."

"i really like you too."

you peck his cheek and he does the same in return. it goes on like that, affection in sweet private.

it would be, if a quietly screaming Ms. Asta wasn't outside internally congratulating her OTP.

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sooooo you guys did a drinking game. kinda like truth or dare but more dangerous. dangerous in the sense that you and your lovers, Boothill and Argenti, are tipsy and not in the rightest of minds. when it was your turn to ask them truth or dare, they answered dare. you thought for a moment before a light bulb on went over your head.

"swap clothes!"

Boothill was disgruntled, shoving down his pants. Argenti just smiled sweetly at you, following along. the intentions were good enough, just a little what-if. Boothill in Argenti's fit made him much more regal, though he complained about how it felt against his own metal skin. Argenti was flushed because he wasn't used to wearing close to nothing on his torso because Boothill didn't wear a shirt? Boothill remarked how it looked nice on a pretty boy like him and he flushed harder. it was adorable to see their responses.

maybe it was the alcohol.

it was definitely the alcohol.

"you're doing so well, beautiful," Argenti cooes with a stutter to his breath as you swallow lightly around his length. "doing a magnificent job for the two of us."

you bob your head up and down Argenti's cock, saliva dripping down. you hold onto his thighs with your back arched, ass perked up. Boothill grinds into your heat from behind, metal fingers squeezing at your hips. your walls squeeze around his metal girth, the metal ribbing rubbing deliciously across your walls with each rut.

"fork, this pussy feels so nice," Boothill slurs, suddenly thrusting into you sharply. you moan around Argenti, who lets out a soft whine at the vibrations.

how long have you guys been at it? it was hard to tell. you started drawing circles on Boothill's crotch, started kissing up on Argenti's neck. whispering about how handsome they looked. Argenti tried to restrain himself, he thought the three of you should wait for the alcohol to subside before doing this. with the combo of your pouty lips and Boothill's heated gaze, he found it hard to say no.

your walls flutter around Boothill's cock and he reels in the feeling. his low groans and curses can be heard. talking about how you were made for them, how good you are, what a little minx you can be. ramblings with the pointed push against your cervix that made your lower tummy tighten.

your nose bumps against Argenti's pelvis as he threads his fingers through your hair gently. he didn't try to control your tempo, he wanted to be gentle and didn't want to hurt your little throat that was warming him up so nicely. his pre cum leaks into the back of your throat, bitter and salty. you breathe through your noise, expertly flattening your tongue against him and getting the desired response of a moan.

Boothill increases his speed, snapping his hips against your own. the sound of skin lewdly against skin feels the room, along with the chorus of moans and whimpers. Boothill tosses his head back at the feeling of your plush and gummy walls taking him so wonderfully. he drags his length in and out so slowly at random moments, causing you to clamp down.

Argenti's voice rises with his approaching climax, his nails digging into your scalp lightly. you approach yours with him, choking around his swelling member. he can't help but control the bucking of his hips into your mouth before he releases with an airy moan. his warm come dribbles down the sides of your mouth and his cock, but you try your hardest to swallow it all.

the man behind you fucks you through your orgasm, helping you ride it out as your mouths slips off Argenti with a wet pop. you pant for breath, whimpering at the slight overstimulation before Boothill finally stops. you turn your head to look at him when you notice he doesn't pull out.

"wanna be the one to go behin', prettyboy?" that damn shark tooth grin, sweat rolling down the side of his smug face.

your breath hitches. then you notice the once again hardened length of the knight of beauty. you forgot these men had stamina and endurance for days.

Argenti hums, looking down at you through his eyelashes with red cheeks. "i can't refuse such a divine offer."

you were in for a long night.

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"you've come back to play, huh little one?"

the blond carefully picks you up in his smooth hands, raising you above his face. his nose bumps against yours which makes yours twitch and ears perk up. the smell of his cologne is prominent, his voice honeyed and sweet, and those beautiful magenta-blue eyes watching you with a smile. a genuine smile. not the one he wears at school, but a true one. it makes your heart beat several times faster, and you wonder if this small cat body can keep up with its tempo.

Aventurine looks into your honey colored eyes, searching. almost like he's looking for an answer. "you seem so much like a human, it's kinda scary." he chuckles.

you slowly blink at him and boop his nose with a paw. he blinks before laughing, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. he sets you back onto his lap and strokes your fur as you purr happily. ah, if cats could blush, you would be pink from ears to tail! you end up kneading his thighs in contentment, making sure to not accidentally claw them in the process.

"you're always so happy to be near me, aren't you Heliodor?" you meow loudly in reply and he laughs again. your ears perk up at the sound and you turn to gaze up at him, tail swaying. "just by being in my presence you're happy. that… means a lot."

you tilt your head quizzically and he pats your head, a little bit of sadness in his eyes. "it always seems like someone wants something from me, just uses me, or backstabs me. but hey, that's how life is. might as well take advantage of it and turn the tables, right? I'm lucky enough to capitalize off it and come out without a single scratch! now I'm able to afford to live alone. I'm just so lucky."

you can sense the slight bitterness in his tone. his gaze goes to the side and you can tell he begins to drift into his thoughts. you push your white dipped paws on his chest and meow several times. you don't deserve to be treated like that! you're human too! you shouldn't be okay with being used like some sort of tool!

Aven drifts back to life at your emphasized meows and focuses on you. he offers a small smile and scratches the back of your ear. "ah, I'm sorry. did i worry you? I'm perfectly fine with it, as long as i have something to gain from it too."

you sit back and hang your head, sulking. you hated hearing and seeing how he gets treated literally anywhere. the orphan, the manipulator, the freak with the weird eyes (which was bizarre because Aventurine has such lovely eyes! too bad people don't know true beauty even if they get slapped on the face by it). he was someone who had no one after losing his family. it was so tragic amd sad, it made you cry when you first heard about it. though everyone at school makes light of it and you wanted to beat them all to a pulp.

a delicious smell fills your nose and you gaze up to see a little treat just for you. you sniff at it, glancing at the blond. he smiles some more, sweetly this time. you can't decline such a handsome face and snap it up in with your teeth, licking your lips. you always got the best treats from Aventurine; the kind that costs over thirty bucks! you could never, and you felt a little guilty about it. but the head kisses and caresses always made you forget about it later.

"humans are by far the worst kind of being, Helio," he sighs, strands of hair falling in his face. he doesn't brush them away. "but im the one to talk. im not exactly the prime example of the perfect human being. but aeons its kinda hard to live in a world like this." Aventurine sits back in his chair and announces emphatically, "people suck! but you, my little furry friend, are the only true friend i have in this stupid place."

you mew, pleased to be a "true friend". then your thoughts began to wander. if he knew you like this in your true form, would it be the same? should you tell him? show him? have him recognize you as something more than a fellow student in his class? more than Heliodor? you love him as a cat and as a human too. you desperately want him to know that, but that could destroy everything you created with him as a feline. was it worth it?

you open your mouth as if to speak. the clock in his house somewhere chimes, interrupting you. ah, crap! it's time for dinner! you had to go help out with dinner or else your parents would be suspicious. you're eighteen, for aeons' sake, you would groan at them. but they wouldn't hear it. they expected your senior year to be flawless with no trouble. which means the same restrictions you had as a teen. and you wanted to yank out your hair in response.

you hop onto his desk, careful to knock anything over but you felt a strong urge to. maybe it was the cat instincts. you head towards the window and glance over your shoulders with a emphasized meow.

"goodbye Helio. get home safe," Aventurine says, a hand on his cheek as he leans his arm on the desk. "I'll miss you."

agh! this charmer! you hurry back to him and nuzzle his cheek with your nose before bolting out the window.

you land on your feet, courtesy of being a feline. you sprint home, paws pittering against the pavement towards your home. you made sure to look both ways before crossing the street to the other side and slow down to catch a breath.

"fufufu~ enjoying yourself?"

you jump up at least five feet in the air. you curse and look around and notice the trash can shaking. you curl your lip in disgust as a fat cat struggles to get out. he finally squeezes out with a pop, gliding through the air to land gently on the edge of a roof. the cat was strangely humanoid shaped and held a pipe in his hand? paw? whatever.

"ah, what's with the attitude?" he cooes, gesturing to your raised hackles. "we're friends!"

"we are not friends Mask Seller," you bristle. "we've just done business together."

he smiles big with his eyes closed, revealing sharp canines. "ah, and thanks to me and my offer, you and your little crush have more time to spend together, no? so why not just stay a cat forever! it's so much better this way. you can be with him forever! being human is too much work."

you knew he wanted something, and being shady as he was, you trusted your instincts over his fake words. "go away!"

you run away into an alley. he calls, "I'll always be around!" a threat or a promise? you didn't care. he's weird as hell.

you arrive at your home and skitter to the back of the house. thankfully you live on the first floor and didn't have to climb up a tree to get in your room. you hop on the sill of the window you left open, your hind legs almost slipping. you land quietly on your rug and quickly do a flip. the flip slows as you're enveloped with a soft glow, your figure growing until you land on your two feet. you catch the black, gold, and white cat mask before it clatters to the floor. you shove it into your backpack and exit your room briskly.

"just in time for dinner," your mom says as you enter the kitchen. she prepares the plates. "what were you doing in your room?"

"listening to music and writing some lyrics for fun," you lie smoothly, peering into the fridge for something cool and sweet to drink.

"you better be doing your homework too. you're always off into that fairy tale world of yours, i just wish you grow up soon. you're already an adult and…"

you tune her out. you really didn't feel like listening to her lecture. whenever she paused you'd nod or answer affirmatively, or else she'd think you're being rude and lecture you even more. you wish she was less overbearing. you know she only means well but jeez…

after dinner, you flop down on your bed with a loud sigh, music playing faintly in your ears. you raise the volume as a song ends on your playlist and another begins. you stare up at the ceiling, tracing a crack with your eyes. once again, you wonder how Aven is doing in that big house alone. you wish you could visit again but alas your mother liked to play FNAF with your ass and popping into your room randomly around this time.

you recall seeing Aventurine for the first time at school. he was being introduced by the teacher but you weren't really listening. you gazed out the window, in dream land. it wasn't until the chair behind you scraped against the floor that your attention was broken. you looked behind you casually and inhaled sharply. clean, silky blond hair framing his face and neck. clear and pale complexion. stunning designer clothes that made the others whisper. a strange earring on one ear, almost like a peacock aesthetic. he took off his sunglasses and placed his bag on the floor beside him. when he looked back up and directly at you, his eyes were piercing. he smiled politely with a nod. you nodded and turned back around to not make a fool of yourself. you slowly put your face in your hands, internally screaming.

he was drop dead gorgoeus. thank aeons he sat behind you or you'd be staring a hole into his head. and ever since then you'd been paying close attention to him with an air of nonchalance. you hope. no one else knew you were captivated by the guy (again, you hope). you wanted to know more about him but he seemed rather closed off. he didn't tell anyone unnecessary info about himself and always smiled. he really only talked when spoken to in class.

you wanted to approach him but he seemed like he didn't want to talk. so you respected that. you kept a distance and looked out for him. it wasn't long before the kids at school digged up his past. rumors spread and you caught wind of them.

the youngest child in the family. and the only one to survive in an armed robbery. he had run away as fast as he could due to what his older sister told him. by the time he got help it was too late. his world was turned upside down. he was put into an orphanage and the kids there bullied him for his eyes. then he was put into foster homes where each one was crueler than the last. he tried to run away but they always caught him and brought him right back. he suffered from abuse and assault until the age of sixteen and struck his foster sibling. presumably the foster sibling was playing with him in the water. Aventurine stated he was trying to drown him and that's why he broke his nose with a rock. the foster parents didn't believe him, called him a dirty orphan child, and sent him back to the orphanage.

when he was about to turn eighteen, a tall woman approached him. she had pinkish purple hair and wore an elaborate hat and suit. supposedly she was a social worker. they talked.

and somehow he became more richer than the whole county combined with its townspeople. how he did so was uncertain. perhaps he was in the mafia. perhaps he was related to a billionaire. maybe he became the robbers who destroyed his family years ago.

tch. you hated gossip. there was no need. and they talked about his past right as he passed by. you couldn't stand it. how was he okay with this? certainly he wasn't even as he twirled a gambling chip between his fingers and his gaze distant. like he didn't care.

then you met the Mask Seller at a festival. and you followed Aventurine home as a cute little black and white cat with golden eyes. you walked behind him at first, following him home. his eyes flitted to you but said nothing. you watched him enter his house and close the door before leaving. this repeated multiple times before you were able to walk beside him as he talked to you. took even more times before he let you in his house.

"what should i call you…" Aven tapped his chin, studying you. you blinked at him, sitting on the couch as he sat on the fluffy rug criss cross apple sauce style. "your eyes…" then he grabbed his phone and typed. you waited till he looked back up at you.

"gift from the sun…Heliodor." you tilted your head. what a strange name. you never heard of it. "it's a type of jewel. it's the same color as your eyes. what do you think?"

you pressed a paw onto his shoulder and meowed in answer. you liked it. it was a name from him, and you wouldn't refuse it. he smiled and petted your fur, resting his chin on the couch. he watched you close your eyes to relax into his touch.

"what an adorable kitty you are, Helio. i wonder if lady luck sent you here."

you snorted. you thought of the rather ugly Mask Seller and shuddered. Aventurine mistook your displeasure as a chill and wrapped you up in a little blanket. you didn't mind.

grinning goofily at the memories, you turn on your side. you wonder what it would be like, to be held in his arms. and to hold him close to you, breaths and hearts in tandem. he told you so much about himself that you almost know everything about him. you want to trace his skin with a finger and hug him so bad. to show him he is worthy of such affection.

and you fell asleep thinking about him.

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"shit im late!" you scarf down the rest of your breakfast and drop it off in the sink. you didn't have time to listen to whatever your mom was screaming about. raving about how you shouldn't have slept through your alarm, yada yada. punishment was the last thing on your mind. if you were late to a certain teacher's class, she wouldn't let you in. bitch. and you had her first period. fuck.

you jet out your front door and nearly tumble down the stairs. you run down the street, praying you didn't miss the bus. it'd be a long walk if you did. you jog across the street, a fluttering bird stealing your attention at the last second and nearly collide with a stopping black car. you halt at the right time, hands flailing before resting on the hood. you sigh in relief.

"are you alright?" you perk up. you recognize that voice!

you turn your head slowly and in jerks, like a rusted sprinkler. "uh. yeah."

pink and yellow aviators flash at you and the eyebrows behind them raise a brow. "you should really watch where you're going."

you quickly take your hands off the hood, catching a glimpse of the man in the front seat. a chaffeur? you shake your head and bow it. "sorry. i got distracted. I'll be going now, see ya!"

"wait!" you were just about to take off when he suddenly called out. he opens a door of his black Mercedes and you eye him with a puzzled look. "we have some classes together, right? we're both heading the same direction. I'll give you a ride." his charming grin makes you forget what you were doing for a split second.

you couldn't make him think you ran out on purpose like those cheesy manga to get his attention. even worse, to get something out of him. you once again shake your head furiously.

"nah im good thank you!"

a flicker of surprise behind the sunglasses. "you-"

"crap my bus! bye Aventurine see you in class today and all that have a good ride," you rush in one breath before sprinting in the same direction you were heading.

~~~~

you honestly should have taken his offer because now you're sitting outside the classroom. you missed the bus. your phone was buzzing with text messages, no doubt from your pissed off mother. you sigh, not in the mood to respond. you bring your knees closer to your chest.

"Mrs. Windser didn't let you in?"

you gaze up slowly, shiny shoes first to the well kept blond hair. you blink slowly and nod. you expect him to just walk off but he goes to sit beside you instead. you tense a bit but force yourself to relax. no need to be all weird now.

"she's a real pain in the ass," he grumbles then shoots you a smile. you try to suppress your own.

"we are literally outside her class," you whisper back. Aventurine grins wider.

"what, don't like a little risk?"

"risk? she has ears of a hawk. she can hear a mouse fart and she'd blame us for it."

he raises a brow, amused. ""a mouse fart"? what a…strange way of putting it."

you bite the inaide of your cheek and flush in embarrassment. "it's true!"

"i didn't deny it," he laughs, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "i just thought it was silly."

you grumble underneath your breath before going silent. the quiet between you feels odd, but not strained. Aventurine looks up to the ceiling, his earring dangling.

"say," he starts and you turn your face to him. he doesn't do the same. "why didn't you take my offer this morning? if you had, you wouldn't be out here right now."

"well…" you fiddle with the belt loop of your pants. "i didn't want to make it seem like i almost got hit to get something out of it," you answer honestly. "i know thats happened to you before and i don't want to be that kind of person."

"others wouldn't waste a second if it benefits them. as long as they profit from it, they don't care what method they use." Aventurine glances at you, resting his head back against the wall. "you could've used me just like the rest."

"you don't deserve that."

"oh?" he raises both his brows this time. "are you some sort of good Samaritan?"

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "okay pal. i want to treat people like they're actual human beings, not items or a transaction. im not as shallow as the rest of these idiots nor am i that conceited. thank you very much."

he laughs wholeheartedly this time and you huff in annoyance. was he always this irritating? "didn't mean to pull on your tail, kitty."

you freeze. kitty? "you-"

"what's all this noise?" the door of the classroom opens.

shit has become your favorite word of the day.

~~~~~~

Aventurine and you haven't talked since then. not with you as a human, anyway. you still visited him as a cat but he appeared to be more distracted than usual, muttering about something your cat ears couldn't quite catch.

you stare out the window with a sigh. you turn your head behind you. he still hasn't arrived. he didn't look sick last night and he's usually never late.

"where's the rich boy at?"

you face your ear to the direction of the voice, listening.

"who, that peacock who flaunts his money at us like we're some sort of peasants in his eyes?"

you roll your eyes. he doesn't fucking flaunt it, you asshole.

"ugh, he's so annoying. he always charms the teachers and he's their favorite. hasn't even been half the school year yet!"

"how the hell did he get all that money anyway?"

"he must've stolen it."

"hey, do you think he's the one who killed his family? he was the only one who came out unscathed."

your blood went cold.

"then karma bit him in the ass! he probably couldn't do anything with the money and still had to be a foster kid!"

"ah, it sure did! once a rat, always a rat."

your chair screeches against the floor as you suddenly rose to your feet. all chatter went silent. you march over to the two gossipers, two girls. they sat in their chairs and glared at you as if you were inconveniencing them.

"whaddya want? we're busy."

"busy talking shit?" you retort, matching their glares tenfold.

the girl with the ponytail scoffs. the whole classroom watches in interest. there's no teacher around yet. "what do you care? it doesn't concern you."

"what, you like him or something?" the girl with the bun sneers. "you some sort of gold digger? figures. you always wear the same clothes every week or some shit. not that i pay much attention to you. you aren't important enough to remember."

"take it back."

"what?"

"everything you said about him. take it back."

"so you do like him!"

"aww, two rats in love! how cute, i could almost ship it if it weren't so disgusting."

"say whatever the fuck you want about me but he doesn't deserve your wack slander. just because you have nothing going for yourselves and end up only working at Burger King don't mean you could demean others," you snap, balling your fists. "you know nothing about him to be talking about him like that."

"you're the one to talk. he's never looked your way, never the less interacted with you!" Ponytail scowls, rising to her feet to get toe to toe with you. she glances down and smirks. "you're… lacking. that's probably why."

"oh my aeons, does everything that come out your mouth sound and smell like bullshit, you conniving cunt?"

a gasp fills the classroom. Buns stands up and shoves your shoulder.

"watch your mouth, bitch," she hisses. "you really are meant for a dirty Avgin boy like him."

and just like that, your patience snapped.

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your mom was wigging the fuck out. because what the hell were you thinking, fighting two chicks over some boy you never spoken to?! are you stupid?! and all that fun stuff.

you got suspended for a week for fighting. you came home with a busted lip, bleeding knuckles, and plenty of scratches across your body. all those bitches knew was clawing. they went home in worser conditions, to your satisfaction.

sooo you're grounded. you didn't care. they deserved it.

you thought back to Aventurine's empty seat. why didn't he come in that day? it's been a couple days, and you couldn't visit him because your mom was on you like the skin of a rabbit. fortunately, she was out grocery shopping. she warned that if she or the neighbors saw you sneaking out, you were done for.

you fought the urge to tell her you're a grown ass adult. but it's her house, her rules.

it's the end of the school day, so he should be home by now.

you slip on the mask and begin to do a flip. just as before you glow but shrink, becoming Heliodor. you shake your head and stretch, the scratches twinging in pain slightly. the bandages on your human body stayed on your cat form when you shifted, you vaguely noticed.

you arrive outside his window, meowing incessantly. after a few moments, Aventurine opens it with a relieved smile on his lips. he takes you in his hands, holding you in his arms.

"i thought something bad happened to you." he focuses on the bandages and frowns a bit. "which seems like you did. you look like you got into a fight…"

you mew and place your paws on his chest, ignoring the aches to nose his own. he blinks and you slowly blink back.

"just like that person…" he murmurs, studying you. "they got into a fight too. over…me, apparently. i don't understand why though. why would they defend me? we barely know each other." he rubs his face.

which is true. he only knows you as a cat, not the original you. you wanted to say that wasn't true but you couldn't, not without revealing you were following the guy home for months. it'd be too complicated.

"you remind me of them. are they your owner?" he asks you. you decide not to answer, instead lowering yourself back into his arms. he hums. he suddenly calls your name and you perk up, staring up at him. he calls your name again and your ears twitch.

he sets you down on his bed and watches you. you blink slowly at him. what is he doing?

"are you…" he hesitates. "them?"

you could lie. should lie. but you couldn't lie to him, deceive him like the rest. maybe it would be best if you didn't answer at all.

you breathe and give a nod so imperceptible it could be mistaken for just a breath. your tail goes stock still as Aven's eyes visibly widen for the first time. he sat back on his heels.

"how's this possible? how and why are you a cat?"

an answer best in human form. you try not to scramble for the window.

you shift, mask dropping into your lap. "well…"

"this is so weird," you hear him mutter but still laser focused on you. cautious and wary.

you wring your shirt with your hands. "it's the mask. i put it on and i become a cat. as for the why… the Mask Seller approached me. said it could solve some problems i had. whatever. i thought it was a scam or some fairy tale he was telling me but turns out…"

"it does work." you hum affirmatively. "so why did you start following me home?"

ah. the fun part. "i…"

Aventurine furrows his brows, folding his arms across his chest. waiting. but hey, at least he wasn't screaming or running away.

"i was interested in you," you admit. you duck your head. "you're handsome. you're mysterious. charming. so i thought i could get close to you as a cat to see what you're like. i had no malicious intentions whatsoever."

"really," he deadpans, finger tapping against his skin. "you were simply interested in me."

"it's true!" you protest, "i don't-"

"so what's your game here? learn all my secrets then tell the world? that im just a sad, dirty little boy who cries for his family each night? that im pathetic and scared all the time because i wanted to live so bad even when i didn't deserve to?" Aventurine interrupts, bitter. he purses his lips.

you wave your hands around frantically. "i had no desire to tell anyone and still don't! it was…nice. for you to tell me your struggles."

"struggles. i see. so. what's your move now then?"

"um. give you space to process?"

"and by space stalk me as a feline."

"i wasn't stalking."

"no? then what was it?"

"info gathering?"

"haha, you have the guts to joke in this situation. i have half a mind to call the cops on you."

"they'll never believe you once im a cat."

and strangely enough, you're both laughing? aeons the both of you must be deranged.

the blond shakes his head, chuckle dying off. his eyes lock with yours, searching again. for what? lies? he wouldn't find any, not in yours. softly, "so that's what this was? interest?"

you fight the urge to break the connection. "at first, yes. then i got to know the real you. i got to know…Kakavasha."

his eyelashes flutter and throat bobs. he hasn't heard his real name in so long. hasn't heard his name being said so…kindly. without a drop of malice. he wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh or to cry. what are the odds fate would bring him one genuine person in this world of lies?

"and i fell in love with you. both sides of you. i want to show you what love is like. affection. i want to bring some happiness into your world, no matter how small. because you never once deserved to have to go through so much pain then and especially now." it all just came out, like pulling out an essential stick and the dam bursting.

"i want to love all of you."

Aventurine didn't know what to make of that. you weren't lying the slightest bit, back rigid and jaw set. you never once looked away. he wanted to disappear into that shell again, to put on the facade again. but his lips quiver into something not quite a smile. he tightens his grip on his arms, nails digging into flesh and hoping you wouldn't see the tiniest tremor.

you slide off the bed slowly, approaching him carefully. he sat still. your mask was cast aside, forgotten. you crawl towards him till you're right in front of him. he raises his chin a bit, trying to seem composed.

then ever so slowly, you reach out. Aven flinches a bit, nearly moving away. but he couldn't let you see this side of him so he remains still again. you don't miss the way he started to back away. you hesitate. slowly bringing your hand back and opening your arms.

"…what? what are you…" he trails off, voice irritatingly shaky.

"you can decide," you murmur, voice soft. it pissed him off for some reason. why must you be so honest and somehow a decent person? why are you treating him like some scared child? and why the hell was he okay and not okay with all this at the same time? "whether or not to cross this divide. im here and waiting. i wont leave."

he chuckles dryly. "oh? you wont? not ever?"

"not ever," you reaffirm.

"how can i trust someone I've have almost no information about?"

"then learn to trust me."

"and why should i take that gamble?"

you smile. "what, scared of a little risk? to profit something more substantial?"

"using my own words against me. clever."

he watches how your arms waver for being held up for so long. you look warm but he just…

he just couldn't. not right now.

you realize that and let your arms drop to your side. Aventurine gauges your reaction, to look for disappointment or resentment. nothing of the sort. you nod firmly.

"I'll get you to trust me," you boldly declare. you extend your hand to him. "let's make a deal. if you feel as if you can't trust me, leave. but if i get you to trust me entirely, I'll make it worth your while."

"hah! you're really weird," he notes, eyeing your hand. hesitantly, he reaches out and takes it. "alright. sounds promising enough."

~Two Years Later~

Aventurine lays on your chest, arms around your frame rather tightly. like he was afraid to let you go. his blond hair flutters in front of his face with each puff of breath and you brush it away. he rests his chin on your chest to look at you better, eyes soft with warmth and want.

"youre really pretty," you mumble, admiring how the sunlight bathes him in a glow so majestic you swear you're dreaming.

he chuckles wholeheartedly, sidling himself closer to your face. just mere inches away. "and i can't get enough of you. did you brainwash me? slip a little something in my food and drink?"

"you wound me, Kakavasha."

he hums, dipping his face to yours. "i really like when you say my name."

"my Kakavasha," you whisper before your lips touch his.

the kiss is sweet and full of affection. neither of you could ever get enough. you have to pull away for air constantly which has become a hindrance. but that just means you could kiss him again and again and again.

as for the mask, you decided to discard it. threw it straight back at the Mask Seller actually. you didn't need to be Heliodor to be with your beloved anymore. and you were glad to see that fuckass cat gone.

"a penny for your thoughts?" Aven purrs, resting back onto your chest and snuggling into it. you giggle at the feeling.

"just…thinking about the past is all," you say, running your fingers through his hair. he closes his eyes, contentment written all over his face. "i love you, Kakavasha."

a tear rolls down a cheek and his voice cracks. "i love you too, my gift from the sun."

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Fic Ideas!

Gets updated every now and then

Medicine Seller! Luocha (Mononoke series and trilogy based; found on netflix)
ik he isnt extremely popular but medicine seller……

Kakegurui AU with Aventurine and reader who becomes a house pet (can be found on netflix)
its. a series abt gambling. obv aven would fit right in and hed be appalled by the house pet rules like holy shit absolutely not

Kpop Demon Hunters: boy band ver (HCS bc i aint writing allat, myb drabbles) with…
im thinking Ratio, Aven, Gepard, Jing Yuan, aaanndddd Phainon myb? thatd be awesome the dynamics go crazy OOH OR SUNDAY? mm myb too many penacony boys… lemme ponder

the same thing as previous but with WOMEN!!!!!
im thinking Serval (duh), Robin (double duh), aaaandd maybe Fugue??? theyd be so cute stop it im brewing

FUCK I WANTED TO DO THE TRANSMIGRATOR THING WITH AVEN I DEADASS FORGOT ABT THAT NOOOOO
ts like. a combo of love game in eastern fantasy (found on netflix) and i have to be a great villain (ik its title changed but hush i love my bl) where they transmigrate into a novel but ts time its a game. youre from irl world ad ur like holy shit!!! but youre given a plot as a character to get close to aven to kill the stoneheart who put ur planet in debt and caused your family to die!!!! but u no no wanna :(((( but if u dont your shitty system will zap you!!! and it hurts!!! and youll never go home so that sucks..... aven is ur fav character and yall end up falling in lovebut wait theres angst bc u have to betray him!!! not rlly but he finds out ur using him and u like nooo its not like that and type shift

DEMON SLAYER AU WITH BLADE!!!!!
hes a demon n u fall in love with him even tho hes a demon… incredible slow burn id kms

the summer hikaru died but with tingyun would go crazy. holy angst batman

i wanna write possessive smut but hmmm…with who… someone suggest a character

haikyu au with the boys and gals would be silly feel free to suggest which characters

omg ouran high school host club au. let. me. cook.

luka but hes a wwe wrestler or myb bloodhounds esque vibes thatd be sm drama

jingliu but with violet evergarden esque vibes

smth smth vampires bc i love vampires

smth smth idol robin and fan reader bc i fucking love robin

mm. piano player sunday and violin player reader duets rise up into my world

zombie au with moze

you and boothill accidentally adopt a child

police officer gepard…mwehehe

bikers!!!!!

aaanddd thats it for now hmmm

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"dammit Cipher, stop teasing me!" you curse, wiggling your hips with a sharp gasp as the thief experimentally scissors your core.

she giggles, her feline ears twitching as she listens to your ragged breaths and soft whines. she tilts her head quizzically. "im not! im just tryna see what you like most!"

"for the past fifteen minutes?" you exclaim incredulously.

yor legs have been thrown over the woman's shoulders, your heat right before her face. you hands grasping the blankets or carding through her hair or covering your mouth. her fingers playfully prodding your g-spot and causing you to jolt just when you start to get comfortable with her slow pacing of the pumps of her fingers. buried to the hilt in your cunt as your slick coats her fingers and slide past her knuckles and onto the floor below.

and yes, the fucking floor. the horny feline couldn't wait and literally pounced on you, bringing you to the floor as she smiles sweetly at you from above. it would've have been uncomfortable hadn't she brought pillows and blankets for your head, shoulders, and back. and ever since she's been toying with your clit, getting you so close and then pausing. and when you cussed her out for it she just stares at you with wide eyes like she doesn't know what shes doing.

oh, and she knows. that cheeky little--

you cry out unexpectedly as Cipher suddenly attacks the spongy spot in your womb and her mouth latches onto your small bundle of sensitivity. she sucks on it lightly, letting it go with a pop as she gives it tiny kitty licks. her three fingers stretch you out nicely, angling upwards to target the one spot that made you see stars.

"you're so pretty," she mumbles into your pussy, her own hips wriggling in the air a bit. you release a little choked sound.

then just when you're about to come, she slows down. frustrated tears brim the corners of your eyes. her face pulls away from your core and hovers above your lips instead.

her eyes twinkle with a mischevious glint. "what's wrong, baby? you look so pretty like this, i almost feel sad."

"please Cipher," you breathe, trying to blink away tears. "need you so bad."

something in her eyes flicker. a hint of vulnerability. a pink spreads across her cheeks.

aha.

you snake your arms around her shoulders and bring her close for a kiss. she melts into it immediately, forgetting about teasing you altogether. your lips on hers, and you could taste the odd flavor of yourself on her. your nails scrape against the nape of her neck and you feel her shiver. you slide your left leg up from under her, slowly, and nudge it against her clothed cunt.

you feel her try to break from the kiss but you won't let her. it's called karma, ya damn thief.

you start to rub your knee across her core, instantly getting a thin film of her arousal on your skin. her mouth opens with a muffled moan and you take the opportunity to sneak your tongue in. her pants along with her mewls just stoke the fire in your belly as you set a cruel pace, fast and rough.

and just as she's about to come…

you halt and pull away from the kiss. she almost instinctively attempts to chase your lips but you stop her with a finger. she whines, trying to get some sort of friction.

"ah ah ah," you tut, a small smirk of your own. "you're gonna have to beg for it after what you've been doing to me."

"b-but-"

"come on, Cifera, my love. don't you wanna feel good? wanna make me feel good?"

and the tables turned dramatically.

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You met Aventurine through your boyfriend, Veritas. you were a bit wary of the blond at first, having heard about his reputation. but you just couldn't keep your walls around the charming gambler who took your hand in his gloved own and placed a light kiss on the back. in. front. of. your. boyfriend. you were mortified at first because holy shit? but Veritas didn't seem to mind? which was strange because he was awfully territorial when other men was around. you supposed this pretty boy was an exception? or did your intelligent boyfriend write him off as not a threat?

you would never truly know. both were complicated. and you decided to not even bother trying to solve their puzzles. it would break your brain.

but it's already breaking. right now, actually because what the hell were you doing sitting on said gambler's lap with his fingers on your tits?! and why was the doctor in between your legs eating you out?! how did this happen?!

Aventurine, with the pads of his fingers now on your perked nipple, twisted the nub slightly. your breath catches in your throat and your eyes flutter shut, head lolling back to his shoulder. his chuckle feels feather light against your cheek as he plays with the sensitive bud.

"doing so well for us, aren't you doll?" he cooes, the other hand massaging the other mound. you whine, brain full of static. you couldn't think straight.

Veritas huffs into your cunt, causing you to open your eyes to descend your gaze upon him. his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still and open. his fingers press into your flesh enough to leave marks. his usually perfectly styled hair is a mess. he dips his face low, lapping at your core with precise strokes. you gasp as he harshly sucks on your clit, and his gaze cuts up to yours.

"seems like you're enjoying it, aren't you?" his voice drips with condescension and your hole clamps around nothing. he notices--he always does--and lets out a laugh. "it appears you are. enjoying getting ruined by two men? how disgusting. i knew you were a whore but this…"

Veritas licks a slow stripe up and you moan and then squeak as Aventurine pinches your abused nipple. "this is just pathetic. wouldn't you agree, gambler?"

"ah, but this is perfect," Aventurine sighs, his hand rising to wrap around your neck. "so cute like this, no?"

you vaguely wonder how did you get in this situation. something about Veritas demonstrating his trust with Aventurine…? but how and why were you involved? is it because the blond has taken a liking to you? or to the doctor? both? but why exactly was your pussy drooling at the idea of taking them both? Aven wasn't your boyfriend! Veritas was okay with it, for some damn reas--

Your boyfriend presses his fingers hard against your warmth, making you buck your hips and cry out. "quit daydreaming. are we not pleasuring you to your standards?"

"hmm," Aven hums as he cups both of your mounds in his hands, lightly squeezing. you squirm. "maybe we should fill 'em up. what do you think, Doctor?"

your heart races. what in aeons' names is he talking about?! certainly he wasn't thinking--

"i think that's a great idea. remarkably, it came from that dense mind of yours," Veritas quips, rising to his feet.

the blond laughs and you feel the vibrations on your back. Veritas lifts you from the gambler's lap. your bare pussy rubs against his clothes and you squirm at the feeling. you turn your head to see Aven unbuckling his pants, letting them fall along with his boxers as his hard cock jumps to attention. pink and eager for some relief. you heard a soft hiss come from him as his length met the cool air.

"so what'll it be, Doctor? you want to take the behind or take the front?" he asks in a flirty tone, approaching the two of you. a finger slides down your spine and you shudder, before it moves to slide down Veritas's biceps. "or would you rather flip a coin?"

Veritas scoffs. "you take the front. I'll go from behind."

"alrighty! this is going to be fun…"

"h-hey!" you sputter as you get transferred from straddling your boyfriend to straddling the gambler. "im right here!"

"oh, we know doll. we just wanna figure out which pleases you best. don't you worry a thing," Aven whispers, his member rubbing against your ass. your juices coat him, much to your embarrassment. your cheeks flame as you hear more clothing dropping to the floor behind you.

Aventurine goes to lay down on the bed, hands on your hips. more of your arousal leaves a thin film across his abdomen and he holds you by your hips, smirking. your heart races and sweat leaves a sheen across your eyebrow. you feel Veritas position himself behind you.

Aven smirks wider as he lifts you up and over his cock. you stammer, face on fire, protests falling from you lips before he slams you onto him. you cry out, cunt squeezing hard. the blond gasps at the sudden tightness, cursing with his head tossed back. Veritas wastes no time pushing your back till your inches away from the gambler's face. you're whimpering and begging but your boyfriend hears none of it as he pushes himself into your ass with a groan.

"fuck," he growls, hands gripping hard on your waist. "so fucking. tight."

the fullness of it all overwhelms you, having two cocks in both holes was just too much. you blubber, tears in the corners of your eyes. Aven's hand rests on the nape your neck, bringing your face closer to peck the corners of your eyes.

"'is okay pretty," he mumbles. "you'll feel so good after this, i promise."

you open your mouth to answer but then Veritas slowly drags his length back and rams into you hard. the movement moves you forward, pressing your forehead against Aventurine's. you moan lewdly and Aven takes the opportunity to seize your lips in a hot kiss. tongues tangling as Veritas violates your ass in the most delicious way.

your walls squeezes and lets go repeatedly on Aven's dick, and he moans loudly at the feeling. it makes the tips of your ears hot at the sounds. Veritas didn't moan much, instead grunting and growling like he is currently behind you. the blond didn't hide his noises, not one bit. and that turned you on more than you'd like to admit.

"you like this, don't you?" the doctor pants, thrusting into your gummy walls. "being used by two men? are you getting wetter with each passing moment?"

you bunch the sheets in your hands, whimpering and whining and creating all sorts of noises you never imagined yourself making. Aven kisses your neck, your collarbone and toys with your tits. you're getting close, the knot in your tummy getting drawn taut. both breathe hard, twitching inside and signaling their own incoming release.

"c'mon doll, come for us," Aven laughs shakily, licking your bottom lip. "lets us feel you."

you nod eagerly, too fucked out to disobey. with one more harsh thrust, you unravel, gushing hard. Aven makes noises (that in the back of your foggy mind thought was cute) and comes inside your cunt, the warmth of it feeling surprisingly nice. Veritas's hips rut into your ass once, twice, before his release fills your ass, the combined warmth of both whites making your toes curl. you collapse onto the blond's chest and Veritas holds your hips to keep steady.

Aventurine is the first to break the silence with a laugh, hand on his forehead. "that had to be the best sex i ever had."

you huff, mind too blank to answer. you can feel their fluids leak out both holes.

"i have to admit the same," your boyfriend exhales, slowly pulling out. you whine softly at the sensation. "perhaps it was the two of you who made the result more satisfactory."

"aww, how sweet. im blushing!"

Aventurine sits up slowly, helping you off him. you shiver as he places you on your back, beautiful eyes glittering at your battered form.

"I'll get towels," Veritas declares before striding into the bathroom. Aven whispers compliments at you while the both of you wait, basking in the afterglow.

"i like this," you mutter, eyes fluttering as you try to force yourself awake.

Aventurine smiles, eyes softening for a moment. "so did i, doll. should try this again sometime."

Veritas returns with warm and wet towels, and the gambler takes them. Veritas goes to clean you up first, offering a small and rare smile.

two is, in fact, better than one.

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Gallagher certainly was hard to crack.

a seasoned security guard in the Bloodhound Family. an atypical bartender after work hours. you found it strange, at first, as he mixed the Sweet Dream Special in front of you. you wondered if he thought alcohol to be a comfort, or something else. you would sip the drink and watch him move onto the next customer. whenever someone asked a personal question, he would answer it with something that wasn't quite an answer. he kept details about himself private.

you were intrigued. intrigued by the scars on his body. in this dream, it was certainly something you didn't see often. his disheveled appearance also raised brows. what kept him from shaving the stubble on his chin, or tightening his tie, or smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes? perhaps he didn't find any point in something mundane. or he was going for a certain look. who knows? no one does, truly, Gallagher was a mysterious man.

and you were eager to get to know him more. even if it's the tiniest detail.

so you came to the bar more often than not. the older man had piqued your interest. with each visit, you'd order the usual and something new. you actually didn't really care for alcohol, and just wanted to try new tastes. whether it was bitter or spicy or sweet. you found yourself favoring the sweet ones more. once he made your drink, you wouldn't attempt to talk to the man. you would often stick to observing. and whenever he glanced your way you would smoothly glide your gaze over him. couldn't be caught looking like a weirdo after all.

sipping a new sweet drink, you were busy daydreaming. you hadn't realized you were the only one left in the bar. closing time. you blinked when Gallagher cleared his throat and shifted your eyes to him.

"you alright? it's closing time, and you're usually out before then."

"mm?" you hum then rub your eyes. "oh, yeah. sorry. i don't mean to keep you from closing."

you scooted off the bar stool, a hand hovering over the bag on your hip. you had excellent alcohol tolerance; you built it over the years of visiting. you left behind a tip as you usually do and began to leave.

"why do you drink?" he suddenly called out and you paused.

"pardon?"

"usually people come here to have a good time, get loose, or drown in their troubles. but you…" Gallagher was cleaning a glass with a towel, arms flexing. "you don't seem to be either. you drink as if it's penance."

you adjusted the strap on your shoulder, thoughtful. "i wouldn't say penance. more like…a reminder."

Gallagher said nothing. continued cleaning the glasses but kept his gaze on yoir figure.

"a reminder that life is like alcohol. sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes neither. you can drown in it or enjoy it. but life comes with a price. with every act you do, with every word you say, there is something that comes after. and you should handle it with care." you nodded at the glass in his hands. "it's like the cup that holds the alcohol. you can cause your life to spill out at any moment.

"well, i must get going. I'm rambling." you laughed a bit, waving a goodbye.

the next day, he asked if you wanted to learn how to mix drinks. he helped you create your own. which was odd, but it still delighted you nonetheless. you somehow gotten just a bit closer to the ruffled guard. but he tried to keep you at a distance, muttering about how you're hanging around some old guy who doesn't have much.

"i like this old guy," you would respond with each time to his mutterings.

"i have nothing to offer," Gallagher said, voice a bit tired.

you tilted your head. "you say that as if i want something from you."

"don't you?"

a pause. you circled the rim of the cup with your fingertip. "when you put it like that…i want to get to know you. just a little."

"what if there's nothing to know?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"that's ridiculous," you scoffed. "even with ghosts, there can be a little fact that can be discovered."

"like what?"

"that they can be seen."

he went silent after that.

and with conversations like these, you grew closer. you didn't expect to get intimate with the Bloodhound Family member. it kind of just…happened. and you didn't mind in the slightest bit. you liked his gruffness and the softness behind it all. and he became more and more softer around you until he was like a puddle in your hands.

literally. you're holding his face now, leaving pecks all over his face. he lets out a long sigh of content, caressing the dip of your waist. you stand in between his legs with a small smile, watching such a blissful expression on his rugged features. you swipe your thumbs over his cheekbones.

"how'd an old man like me get so lucky?" Gallagher mumbles, eyes soft as they look in yours.

you giggle, leaning forward to kiss between his eyebrows. his eyelids drift shut as he embraces the feeling of your gentle lips on his skin. "how'd lil old me get so lucky to get said old man?"

he chortles, then yanks you down, chest to chest with a playful growl. you squeak in surprise then burst into laughter, hands gripping his broad shoulders as he nips at your skin. you try to scramble off and away from his torment but he won't have it. the stubble only increases the ticklish feeling as you exclaim his name and plead with him to release you from his torturous grasp.

finally, he relents and you go slack in his arms with a deep exhale, face hurting from smiling too hard. his forehead presses against yours and you look at him shyly.

"i mean it," Gallagher says quietly. "I'm very lucky to get someone as sweet as you."

you smile wide. you fix the tie haphazardly drawn across his chest. "i wouldn't say lucky. our glasses were just meant to clink together is all."

he hums with a sly grin. "clink together? what a strange way of putting it."

you blink and then narrow your eyes at him. "you dirty old dog."

"ouch," he replies, a hand to his heart. "careful now, this old dog might start crying and whimpering because of your cruel words."

you roll your eyes with a kiss to his lips. he smiles, proud of himself. "you know what? you're right. you're lucky i love you."

"i love you too sweetheart," Gallagher murmurs, nose against yours. his signature smell of candy and shampoo fills your senses. you close your eyes and bask in the loving embrace of your boyfriend.

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"Ph-Phainon," you breathe, hands scrabbling at his shoulders. "we shouldn't be doing this, we should wait until we get home."

"how can i, when you've been teasing me all night?" he asks in a low voice, his grip on your ass never faltering.

his helmet was forgotten on the alley floor and the dim glow of the street lights are the only thing illuminating your way. it was in the evening, and the two of you had been riding around the place together. you wore a pretty little outfit for his eyes only, and you noticed the way his blue eyes darkened at the way the fabric hugged your body. and you took full advantage of it, flaunting your body with a smirk and a wink.

you didn't think he would try to take you in an alley of all places. people could walk by, watch, or even sneak a flick…

but your mind was slowly losing its grip on reality as Phainon dips his mouth to your collarbone, suckling at the flesh. you inhale sharply, trying to not let this get too far. but it was your boyfriend, and he had a way with his words…and mouth…

"cmon babe," he begs, eyes wide and a pout on his lips. he ruts his hard on against your smothering core and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. "it hurts. it'll be really quick, okay? i promise no one will see."

you sigh, squeezing your legs around his hips. "fine." he lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree. "but! we have to be quiet."

he salutes goofily and you can't help but smile. oh well. he always got what he wanted with his hadsome looks and adorable personality. if it were anyone else, you'd have no problem saying no. but to your golden retriever boyfriend, you couldn't possibly.

his hands still on your hips, he carries you as he hops back onto his sleek motorcycle, the one that matches his eyes. the fabrics of his leather attire crinkles as he relaxes on the seat of his bike. Phainon looks up at you through his eyelashes and you can practically see his tail wagging behind him. you roll your eyes playfully and begin unbuckling his pants.

"ooh," he hisses as his cock meets the cool air. you hum in appreciation at the sight, long and curved. you nearly drool at the sight, heat pooling into your legs.

you shimmy off your own pants in an urgent manner. you leave them in a heap beside the bike and Phainon helps you lift up and over his needy length. his chest heaves as he watches you sink onto him, both groaning at the feeling.

"so tight," he pants, nails digging into your flesh. he blows away white strands from his face, eyes glittering with lust. "you gonna ride me, babe?"

you just smirk, raising your hips up before slamming down. Phainon whines and you have to cover his mouth with a hand to keep him quiet. you bite your own lip hard, almost enough to bleed as you ride him like there's no tomorrow. your boyfriend shoves your hand away and smashes his lips against yours, effectively shutting each other up.

your muscle rubs up against his, exploring the cavern of hjs mouth as you bounce on his lap, the squelching sounds and the smack of each others' mouths the only indicarions the two of you were doing the deed. his cock tip reaches your cervix as you grind deeper onto his shaft, gummy walls reshaping with his length. you moan with his tongue in your mouth as his other hand cups your chest, fondling the nipple through the clothes.

Phainon pulls away for a moment with a whimper. fuck, im about to come--nghh--come inside this pretty pussy of yours. gonna milk me for everything im worth, y-yeah?"

you nod enthusiastically, your thighs quivering with the burn of raising yourself over and over on his dick. Phainon senses this and helps guide you along him, head tossed back and eyes rolling back with a keen. your cunt clenches and unclenches around him and his hips buck up to meet yours. you immediately target his pale skin, biting along his neck and leaving wet kisses behind. his moans get louder and you have to clamp his mouth shut with a hand once more, growling at him to be quiet with a shudder of your own chest. he breaths are harsh through his nose as you bite onto his neck to keep the horny sounds from spilling out.

the tight knot in both of your stomach snap and you botb come at the same time, the orgasms ripping through you like a tsunami. you twitch and writhe as Phainon helps you ride it out. after a short while, you peel your hand off his drooling mouth and gulps in a breath of fresh air, eyes closing and opening slowly.

"that was so…" he inhales, a red flourishing across his cheeks. "so hot."

"that don't count on that happening again," you mutter, wincing as you slowly pull yourself off him. your pussy squeezes faintly in a meek protest.

Phainon is quick to help you lean against the wall and clean you up with his own shirt. you admonish him for using it and he just grins at you. a gentleman to the end.

he eyes his motorcycle seat, hands on his hips. "hmm. seems like someone made a mess on my bike though. my partner won't be so happy."

"you little shit," you exclaim as you nudge his rib cage hard and he bursts into laughter. "it was you, why don't you lick it up like the dog you are?"

"well, if you say it like that…"

"Phainon. i swear."

"i have to obey whatever my master says…"

"Ewww Phainon!"

his laugh rings into your ears and you can't help but find this annoying fucker endearing.

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"now, do a spin for me darling."

you slowly turn around, the silk fabric rippling as you twirl. you complete a circle and your gaze rests on your girlfriend's face. a small smile graces her lips as she plays with a strand of blond hair thoughtfully. she approaches you and runs her hands over your sides.

"i like this color on you," Agalea murmurs as a blush creeps up your neck. "it looks perfect against your skin. how is it? is it to tight up here?" she gestures to your chest and waist area, as the lower parts are more loose fitting because of the style.

you try to pinch the cloth on your waist. "just a bit too tight…"

she hums, stepping back. "i see. so this color with something a little less tighter."

your fashion designer girlfriend returns to her rack of gorgeous outfits, skimming through them to choose one perfect (or at least ideal) for you. it awed you how much clothes she has created and her crazy dedication to the work. sketches filled her notebooks and across the walls in her office at work and at home. she is the head designer of this company and it just wows you. and! she's drop dead beautiful, with her wavy hair and calculating eyes, skin porcelain.

how did you possibly pull that? probably with your super uber autism. kidding. maybe.

you trail your eyes over her figure as she searches, appreciating her curves and slimness. you get back into the changing room before she can notice though. she'd tease you endlessly about it. checking out your girlfriend every two seconds. you couldn't help it!

after some time, a hand parts the curtains and her eyes peer at you. she holds up a hanger with an outfit close to the color previous. you take it, not missing the way she glances at your bare form. you resist the urge to tease her instead. it'd be like starting a war though.

she pulls away and leaves you to admire her work. this outfit is a flamboyant suit with gold patterns on the cuffs and fading as it goes up the sleeve. gold graces any folds and the buttons are glossy. there's also a heart shaped pendant attached to the knot of the tie, and it glitters when you move. the suit's tails is long and the ends is shaped like a crescent. the slacks are loose enough and plain, leaving the viewer to look at more of the top then bottom.

you try it on and check it out in the mirror. it's quite comfortable! her signature is on the breast pocket and you trace the lettering. you adjust the light colored tie and the color of the dress shirt before sliding the curtains aside. Agalea's gaze shifts toward you from the clothing rack and you see her eyes widen slightly.

"that looks perfect," she says, wasting no time to put her hands on you again. you bite your lip to keep from laughing. "another spin, please love?"

you spin slowly like before. the fashion designer nods appreciatively.

"this is the one. you look absolutely stunning darling," Agalea cooes, her arms sliding over your shoulders. you chuckle as your hands find home on her hips. "it's all yours now. i look forward to you wearing it on our next date."

"aren't we already on one?" you ask playfully, dipping your head to her collarbone to leave a tiny kiss.

"i suppose so," she muses, and when you come back up to look at her she pecks the edge of your lips. "however, this cannot possibly be a date without a kiss."

"or two? or three?"

Agalea chortles. "getting ahead of ourselves, are we puppy?"

you groan, leaning forward to bump noses lightly. "don't call me that!"

your lips brush against your girlfriend's in a tender kiss. her hands run through your hair and you relax deeper into the kiss, leaning her backward slightly. she tastes distinctly off coffee, probably the one you had bought her a few hours ago. you hum, enjoying the taste of it on your lips. she nips your bottom lip as she pulls away. you make a soft sound akin to a low growl and go to chase her lips. if only her two fingertips didn't stop you.

"ah ah ah. wait until we arrive home first."

"can we go home now?"

"alas, i have some work to do." something mischevious glints in her eyes.

you pout, batting your eyelashes at her. "but…baby…"

"i'll be finished in an hour," Agalea promises, cupping your cheek. you melt into it instantly. "just be good and wait for me, alright? i promise to reward you handsomely."

you perk up. "what's the reward?"

"you shall find out. in an hour." you catch her shrug and notice her exposed bra strap (lacy, by the way…) slide off her arm with the off the shoulders dress she wore.

Agalea walks away before you can do or say anything, pausing at the door leading out the hallway. she winks before exiting.

how could you possibly wait for an hour when you knew the reward was that? she just had to leave you in this state. but fortunately, at home, you'll leave her wanting and needy instead.