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tying up touch starved boys is so fun cause they get ridiculously needy, one little kiss, a hand on their thigh, and suddenly theyβre whining and begging to touch you back
[omi kimiko] (tamghotics mentioned in chat thats the thought flow)
"Kimiko! Kimiko! My little friend has preished!" The young monk cries
Having had a chance to visit Japan once more had left Kimiko in high spirits, especially because they got to stop by her father's company again. They'd all got to meet them before, and unlike when they run into a certain cowboys family, things tended to go a lot better for them.
Kimiko's dad was always just a kid at heart; he was just as obsessed with technology, and games, as Kimiko was. He was totally where she got her own tastes from, and he was totally guilty of spoiling her - and the other monks as well.
It's where they got their little robots from, and this time, they were gifted with one of her dad's newest projects: Tamogotchi's. Little devices that allowed them to take care of a virtual pet. Kimiko's was extra special, as her pet had been programmed to look like a Panda - her favourite animal.
But that was a fact the others didn't need to know.
Overall, their venture to Japan had been one of the best. They had another Wu in their vault, and a great time hanging out at her dad's company again. Kimiko missed her home a lot, but those fleeting moments where she got to spend time, meant so much to her.
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It had been a couple of days since their stop in Tokyo. Things had been quiet, the monks actually having free time for once. It was a rare thing to have, and Kimiko knew no one was going to waste a single second of it.
Kimiko had a gentle smile on her glossed lips as she walked through the temples gardens; her head was gently bowed forward, blue eyes glued to the tiny screen of her Tamogotchi. Her thumbs gently pressed the buttons, as she fed her little pixel Panda friend.
Everything felt nice, calm, a slice of peace they all deserved...
Shame it didn't last long.
Kimiko picked up on the sound of footsteps running on top of the cement slabs that made the pathways. She glanced up, only to see Omi running directly towards her; he seemed panicked about something. Immediately, Kimiko's spine straightened; she hated seeing any of her pseudo-brothers panicked, but it hit harder when it was Omi.
Shoving her Tamogotchi into her robe pocket, Kimiko gave her fall attention to the youngest monk,
"Omi? What's wrong?"
The answer came quick, as Omi cried,
"Kimiko! Kimiko! My little friend has preished!"
Kimiko blinked; she didn't realise the little pixel pets of theirs could die. granted, it wouldn't be a permanent death - her dad was way too soft to have that be an element for anything he made.
"Oh, Omi, let me see."
Did Omi even know what death was?
It was a stupid thing to wonder, but she couldn't help but silently question it. So many of the older monks here were just that, old - incredibly old at that. They dealt with villains that had been around since Shen Gon Wu was first created.
She didn't want to ask directly, she didn't want to open up that door.
Looking at the screen, she felt her lips twitch, upon seeing the little pixel ghost. Kimiko hummed, pressing a few buttons, holding them down until the screen went blank, and a little egg popped up. That had Kimiko grinning, a silent sigh of relief leaving her lungs as she saw the egg hatched, and Omi's 'little friend' had reappeared. Young at that, but Kimiko knew Omi could be oblivious at times, and hopefully wouldn't notice the small discrepancy.
"Here, he's all better now."
Kimiko held out the small device, smiling more at the way Omi seemed to beam. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice, or ask how she had managed to make his, clearly dead, virtual pet better - because Kimiko had zero idea how to explain it without saying this was technically a different friend.
"Next time, try not to panic okay?" She told Omi gently, "Things will always get better in their own way."
Feeling proud, Kimiko watched as Omi went along his way, glued to his little piece of tech; one of the few modern things Omi had managed to understand quickly.
When the small monk was out of sight, Kimiko let herself relax. She could only hope that nothing else happened to the little pixel friend anytime soon; it was too heart-breaking to see Omi that upset for Kimiko to take.
[ clack uwu Clay should be alowed to see jack in country drag uwu]
Texas seemed to be a common location for Wu, with how many times they seemed to find their way back to the state. Another Wu hunting underway. Aware of the location but not too sure where the artifact was just yet. And seemed Jack was in luck because his boyfriend was searching in the same area as he was. Even if Jackβ¦wasnβt really looking like Jack atm. But if anything? It was a mistake with an unexpected perk. As he kept the fan in front of his face when making his way to the cowboy.
βWell what brings you here handsomeβ Jack asked in his Polly attempted surgary Texan accent, it should be all the give away Clay needed but just in case. Jack moved to snap the fan shut and sat in Clayβs lap.
Long red wing hair matched to his own shade of the bright red dye. And a more feminine westernized outfit as jack moves an arm to rest across Clayβs shoulders well aware his appearance would be questioned. βLooking for the Wu, tried to get in to areas that βmen ainβt allowed,β Long story short Iβm posing as a women to try and track down the Wu. Was about to give up and change then I saw you and ya know when do I have a chance to openly flirt with you like this?β Jack expresses. As he let his fringers play with the hair at the nape of Clayβs neck.
βYou donβt always get to see me dolled up either, like what you see cowboy?β Jack teases just a little as he leans in and wishers against Clayβs ear βWanna beak away for a stretch break? So I can take you for a round or two?β
The sun was scorching the Earth; the glowing star doing overtime as its rays beat down upon the Texan town the monks had found themselves in. Texas seemed to be a common place for Wu to be hidden, not that Clay was going to be complaining about that anytime soon. He'd always take any excuse to visit his home.
The monks had split up for the time being, searching through the various abandoned buildings. It didn't seem like there had been a soul here for eons.
Clay stepped into the saloon. Wooden boards creaked beneath his boots, and dust flittered through the air. There was a thick, musky scent, one that Clay was able to adapt to quickly. Living on a ranch gave him weird perks like that.
Humming to himself, he began to look around, though Clay doubted it would be here - unless it was buried beneath the rotting floor. Clay crouched down, attempting to force one of the boards up, curious to see what was going on beneath - it may give him a hint on to where to search in this place.
Clay's attempt at searching was cut incredibly short, by the sound of floorboards groaning behind him. In a flash, the cowboy was on his feet, ready for a fight, fists already up in defence. They lowered, slightly, upon seeing the person that had found him.
A woman, holding up a fan to cover up their face - excluding their scarlet red eyes. Eyes Clay was sure he had stared into often. Their hair was long, and bright red, and their outfit was as Western as Clay's own. He wasn't sure if he was seeing things thanks to the Texan heat, or if the place was haunted. He wasn't sure which one would surprise him more considering all the things he dealt with.
Clay remained on the defence, though, he did dare to speak up,
"Uh...howdy?"
The woman answered, in a poorly attempted, overly surgary, Texan accent,
βWell what brings you here handsomeβ
Clay, immediately, realised it was Jack. It answered a lot of their questions, though, it did leave him with even more. He let out a silent sigh of relief, stance relaxing as he realised he wasn't suffering from some sort of heat induced delusion. the sound of Jack's fan snapping shut temporarily filling the air. Clay laughed gently,
"Oh, aint nothin' special darlin'," He played along, just smiling as Jack approached, "Just huntin' the same Wu I'm sure y'all lookin' for too."
Clay stepped back as Jack approached, the edge of a chair hitting the back of his knees. He moved to sit down, a blush rising to his face as Jack sat himself down onto his lap, their arm moving to rest across his shoulders. Instinctively, Clay moved to rest his hands on Jack's hips, fingers feeling over the soft fabric of their outfit,
"So, uh, y'all look real pretty," Clay smiled, "But I do gotta ask what's with the outfit choice?"
He imagines this was a question Jack was expecting, their explanation coming swift,
βLooking for the Wu, tried to get in to areas that βmen ainβt allowed, Long story short Iβm posing as a women to try and track down the Wu. Was about to give up and change then I saw you and ya know when do I have a chance to openly flirt with you like this?β
Clay supposed he should praise Jack for following the rules, in a sense; trying to pose as a woman to enter 'women only' spaces. Though, Clay can't help but smile at him, giving a small chuckle,
"Uh, darlin', as sweet as that is to, uh, disguise y'all'self an' all...but this place is abandoned; aint nothin' would'a 'appened if y'all went into the lady only places."
One of Clay's hands drifted down, moving to Jack's thigh. Feeling brave, the Cowboy began to drag his hand, up and down, over Jack's leg. Clay's voice dropped to a soft murmur,
"An' y'all right, we aint ever get chances like this."
Clay shuddered faintly, feeling as Jack's fingers began to play with the blonde hairs on the nape of his neck.
βYou donβt always get to see me dolled up either, like what you see cowboy?β
Clay bit his bottom lip briefly, nodding his head. He could feel his face burning with a blush; surprisingly so, considering he could also feel the blood in his veins travelling down south. When Jack leaned in, Clay swallowed thickly, body briefly tensing as their lips whispered against his ear,
βWanna beak away for a stretch break? So I can take you for a round or two?β
Clay's eyes widened, face a deep shade of red, near enough the same colour as his neck scarf. He stumbled out a few words; nonsensical at best - though that wasn't saying much. Some part of his brain managed to get itself working though; shame his second head was the one in control,
"Yanna, ol' saloons like this ten' to have bedrooms upstairs."
Clay knew it was for the landlords, these buildings acting as both home, and work. He also knew that they were sometimes rented out for working women, but he kept that bit to himself.
"Maybe we coul'... search there for that Wu?" He hummed, doing his best to play into the situation.
Course, they both knew no Wu hunting would be happening between them for a good while; proven further when Clay tilted his head back, and managed to captured Jack's lips against his own. Lipstick smeared over his face, as mouths parted and tongues met. Clay moaned quietly into Jack's mouth, feeling their tongue curl effortlessly around his own. He tightened his grip, Clay's hand travelling back up towards their hip.
A sudden cough made Clay's eyes widen, lips immediately meeting Jack's own. He scrambled to pull them closer, ensuring Jack's face couldn't be seen completely. Face red, lipstick staining Clay's lips, and teeth, the cowboy offered an awkward, embarrassed grin upon seeing the other monks had decided to enter the old saloon himself,
"Ah-hah, howdy y'all," Clay's voice shook slightly, as he tripped over his words, quickly spitting out some sort of explanation, "This is Jackie...short for Jacqueline."
He was just happy he managed to say Jackie, and not outright Jack.
"They're my girlfriend...I uuh...mentioned we were visitin' Texas an' 'ere we are..."
Despite the fact Clay was sweating bullets from being caught like this, somehow, by some miracle, his friends seem to believe him. He had no idea how he got away with this, but by the skin of his teeth, he had.
Kimiko said they hadn't had luck elsewhere, and were going to start combing the desert - it would be better to all do it, even Jackie could help if she wanted to. Clay nodded,
"I-I'm sure she'll be 'appy to help with Wu huntin'."
Course they would, considering Jackie was their worst enemy.
He let his eyes life up to Jack's face, Clay smiling awkwardly,
"C'mon darlin', lets mosey on outta 'ere huh?"
So much for them going upstairs for a stretch break; looks like they all got to get back to work. Shame, he knew they were both looking forward to their fun...
Maybe he could ask Jack to doll himself up again when they got back home; Clay wasn't done appreciating their beauty after all.
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Clay sat, silently, staring down at the ornament he had been working on. Jack's words rung in his mind; the rightful call out he needed. It was wrong of Clay to hide, but it was even worse to expect it from Jack. Even though, for Clay, it was about protecting the two of them... it still wasn't right.
After a moment, Clay gently placed the ornament down on the table. He pushed the chair back, legs dragging against the wooden floor. He didn't bother grabbing a jacket, not caring about the cold Texan night. Jack was supposed to be his priority, and he was going to make sure they knew it.
Opening the front door, Clay was hit with the immediate chill. He shivered to himself, before stepping out, letting it slam behind him.
He didn't need to search long, or far, until he found Jack. They were near the barn, hitting their vape; the scent had lead Clay right to him. The cowboy stood there for a moment, silently, soft blue eyes watching Jack. He's sure he can see tears in their eyes, or maybe it was just the glint of the moonlight locked in scarlet hues. Clay lifted a hand, and gently held the brim of his hat. He took it off slowly, lowering his head as he began to fiddle with his beloved accessory.
"Jack...darlin'?"
Clay spoke softly, but the quiet of the land made his voice clear.
"Can we talk?"
He moved forward, quick, to ensure Jack didn't try and get away from him. He'd understand why, but, this was important.
Standing next to him, Clay kept his head bowed, shame worn like a badge; a looming shadow that chained him in place.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "It aint right of me to expect y'all, to make y'all, to hide who you are..."
Clay remained quiet, noting how Jack didn't even look his way. Yeah, he deserved the cold shoulder, Clay knew that. He also knew he only wanted to protect Jack from his parents bigotry, but in turn, he had hurt them instead.
Sighing softly, Clay placed his hat back on his head. He stepped even closer, frowning softly,
"I aint ashamed of y'all...or us..." Clay whispered, "I swear I aint."
Another step, and Clay dared to reach a hand out. Fingers delicately brushed against Jack's own, but they moved away. Clay felt his heart sink.
"Darlin', I love y'all, more than anythin'," he whispered, "It's just..."
Clay's voice trailed off, replaced by a silence that choked him. His gaze flickered to the floor, as if the dust held the explanation that was tied to the tip of his tongue. Clay could feel Jack's gaze on him finally, as if he could somehow read his mind.
Eventually, Clay found his words, as soft as they were,
"...I'm scared."
Clay Bailey? Scared?
It wasn't something that could be fathomed.
Clay Bailey, the cowboy that worked hard roping in Bulls all his life, the man build like an Ox himself, the man that acted defence, and easily took a punch, or pin, from people just as big as him...
Was scared?
What the Hell had him scared...? How did that relate to anything?
When prompted, Clay swallowed thick, and cast his gaze down,
"My daddy..."
His dad?
"I love y'all...but he'd never accept us," Clay made clear, "If he knew y'all were gay, that we're together, he'd never let us see each other 'gain," He voiced his fears, "He'd be angrier than a cat stuck in bath water."
The pieces were starting to click together, the puzzle forming.
"He'd hurt y'all, I know he woul'," Clay murmured, "He'd take me outta college, away from China, away from y'all...an' I can't...I can't risk that Jack."
His voice cracked, the fear making his voice waver. Tears threatened to well, but didn't spill. Clay did manage to lift his head, shining blue eyes meeting Jack's gaze at last. The cowboy lifted a hand, gently cupping their face. He dragged his thumb across their skin, just under their eye; somehow, he didn't smudge their perfect make up.
"I wouldn't know how to deal with the idea of us bein' apart..." Clay whispered, "I can't lose y'all..."
Clay was close as possible now, forehead pressing to Jack's own.
"I can't quit y'all Jack... I never will," He promised delicately, "I gotta protect y'all...an' I know it's wrong to make us hide, to make y'all hide the amazin' person y'all are...but I aint got any other way to keep y'all safe from my daddy..."
Clay's heart was in the right place, even if his methods weren't the best. He was so scared of losing someone he loved so much, he felt he had no real choice.
"Please," he near enough begged, "Jus' until we get back to the dorm, back 'ome."
Clay's eyes pleaded with them, anything to make this go smoothly. Thankfully, Jack seemed to agree, or, at least soften with their anger.
"I'll make it up to y'all darlin', I promise."
And to ensure Jack trusted in that promise, Clay tilted his head, and pressed his lips to their own - something he hadn't done since they got to Texas. It was warm, and lingered for as long as possible, Clay only pulling away to draw in a breath; before he captured their lips once more.
He may've been the one begging Jack to go back into the closet, but Clay himself wasn't even sure if he could survive the entire time in there.
for each π ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
Clay stares, blankly, and darkly, at Jack. A crooked smile tugs onto his face, Sibini pulling the strings; he knows Jack may like the sound of the answers, but they'd hate how it feels.
So for the sake of ease, I will just be referring to Sibini during this xD It may be Clay's body, but it's Sibini's actions u_u Heed the TW because Sibini is not a good creature.
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"The rougher the better."
Let's start off as tame as possible; Sibini likes it as rough as possible, rougher than Jack could ideally handle. Sibini is like to throw Jack onto the bed, or slam him against the wall - enough to leave their head spinning, and their body bruised. He pulls hair, bites until there's blood, and grips Jack's body until it's visibly sore and injured.
Sibini does not care how hurt Jack is by the end of it, he just calls it 'playing rough' - it's not his fault Jack can't handle it u_u
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"Foreplay is a waste of my time; aint got time to work y'all up."
Foreplay? What's that u_u
Yeah, Sibini doesn't care for any sort of romance, or sensual touching, or any form of anything that can help set the mood to work things up. The body he's inhabiting has a boner, and Jack has a mouth/ass that he wants to use u_u
Don't even bother suggesting tying Sibini down, he will not allow it; he wants/will remain in control.
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"I don't care if y'all finish, why would I?"
Sibini is a selfish lover xD I don't even think I can call him a lover because that implies on some level he actually cares xD
But, yeah, sex is for Sibini's pleasure xD And even then, he's only fucking because Clay's hormones are a thing u_u
Sibini may have control of their mind, and body, but there's some things he can't control. So again, when the body he has has a boner, he just wants to get rid of it as fast as possible. Once he's cum, he's done, even if Jack begs for more Sibini don't care. He only got down and dirty cause he needed to get rid of his boner u_u
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"Afterglow aint for me; why bother cuddlin', it's pointless."
Again, much like how Sibini doesn't care for foreplay, he doesn't care for the afterglow, or even aftercare.
Sibini doesn't need to rest and recover; the longer he has Clay's body, the stronger he becomes. In the show it had only been 24 hours, so exhausting Clay was still an option. It's not an option by the time intimacy comes into play; Sibini does not need rest after sex u_u
As said, he's only doing it to get rid of the boner, it's a distraction when it comes to him causing as much chaos as humanly possible.
Jack's being manhandled, thrown around, fucked without any form of warm up, it's a 50/50 on if there's any form of lube used, and God forbid he even cuddles Jack afterwards u_u
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"The word 'no' means nothin' to me."
Yeeaaaaah I don't really know how to further elaborate on this point xD
Sibini does not give a fuck about consent, respect, or whatever. He's a bastard that has evolved from 'pulling pranks' to his full fucked up potential. What he wants, he gets, and he has the Dragon of Earth's strength on his side to do it.
Jack can scream, squirm, and beg for them to stop all he wants; it doesn't matter how many times Jack says 'no', Sibini will just keep going until he's done. Hell, Jack could start crying, and Sibini will just lean down lick at their tears while fucking them harder u_u
The silent Texan air was interrupted by the loud purr of a motorcycle engine, Clay speeding his way across the desert. Clouds of sand was kicked up behind the thick tires, and tracks were left behind. The air was cool, the sky clear, as a thousand stars blanketed the beautiful horizon. Clay kept his body forward, fingers gripping the handles as rubber pressed into his skin, as he drove himself and Jack through the empty Texan space. The wind smacked into his hat, the brim fluttering; it's why he kept his head down, to stop it flying away.
Clay did have a helmet, but he had given it to Jack to wear; he would much rather protect them than himself. His boyfriend would always be the priority; it's why he had taken them out for the night. He could feel the way their chest pressed to his spine, the warmth of their body seeping through his thick leather jacket and pooling within him. He loved the way they felt holding onto him like this; loved the way their fingers interlocked as their palms pressed against his stomach for safety. No feeling beat it for Clay.
There was no destination in mind, but a mere desire for fresh air, and some time alone. Clay knew the other Vipers wouldn't mind. They never would. He knew they could've just gone further into the mines for a moment of privacy, but there was no romance in that. The stars called his name; the fresh air demanded to be tasted. The desert called Clay's name, and Jack kindly came along with him for the ride.
The stars above flew by, a blur of white as Clay kept driving. It could've been ten minutes, it could've been over an hour, but soon, Clay finally decided to slow down. He felt they were far enough from the abandoned mines they called home; not that it mattered in the long run - there were no other souls for miles after all.
The dust cloud settled, and the engine's purring grew silence. Clay glanced around, smiling to himself. There was nothing and no one. There were stars above them, and Cacti with bright pink flowers blooming upon them. Even a few Texan bluebells were able to claw through the surface to greet the sun.
Sliding off his seat, Clay kicked out the stand so the bike could balance. He held out his hand to Jack, Clay smiling as their delicate fingers slid over his palm. He held the comfortably, assisting Jack off their chariot. Clay watched as they slid off their helmet, Jack's slicked back hair little messed thanks to it.
He only smiled at the gentle scolding Jack gave him about the fact Clay hadn't had his own. He knew they only said things like that because he cared about him. Clay cared about Jack more than anything too.
"Sorry darlin'," Clay apologised softly, "I'll make sure to borrow one of the fellas next time."
Or maybe, even better, he could get his hands on a new, nice one. He and Jack could spend an afternoon decorating it together even. Sure, Jack wouldn't get to use this hypothetical helmet all that often; Clay always preferred them to remain safe within the confines of wherever they called their home.
With them settled on the sand, Clay turned to his beloved bike. He fiddled with a few dials, aware that Jack was watching him. There was a crackle, paired with a cruel static, but it thankfully cleared - just enough to allow the sound of fingers plucking guitar strings to come through.
"Got Tech to install a radio," Clay idly commented, looking back to his boyfriend, "Thought it be nice to 'ave a lil' music."
Sure, there was barely any signal, but the delicate late night tunes would easily weave between the moments of silent comfort they shared.
Clay's lower spine pressed against the front seat of his bike, one hand moving to press against the back, fingers sprayed across the old, cracking leather. Jack took the invitation, sliding into Clay's side. The cowboy felt himself relax, the aroma of lavender that surrounded Jack tickling his nose, and making him feel light headed in all the perfect ways.
Only Jack ever had this effect on him.
They shared in whispered conversation, spoken words only the two of them could hear; even with them being so alone, they felt no need to disturb the World around them. Clay pointed out stars, wrote out constellations, and he and Jack made up their own.
The two spoke of the places they left behind, to the home they had now. Clay sombrely admitted how he missed the ranch, his sister, and sometimes wondered how things could be if he had been the chosen one...
But he always decided that being a Viper was better, because it meant he got to be with Jack, and Jack was all that mattered to him.
The minutes ticked by, their conversation carried by it. The radio still crackled here and there, but the music continued to struggle though. Eventually, Clay and Jack stopped speaking, just for a moment, a bit of comfortable quiet shared between the two star crossed lovers.
It didn't last long, as Clay began to hum along with the song being played. He could just about carry the tune, and if he had his guitar, he could easily play along. When asked about it, Clay responded quietly,
"It's that song, Hallelujah... was taught how to play it on my guitar by my grandpappy a while back."
Clay's voice may be quiet, but the pride still shone through,
"Been a long time since I heard it... must've been all the way back at this hoedown I went to b'fore even meetin' y'all."
The cowboy remembered it with a bitter fondness. Clay had enjoyed the music, seeing everyone dance, laugh, and have fun...but he had shyly remained in the corner for most of it. He only went because his mother had made him; fussing about how it'll do him some good.
He'd been uncomfortable, and awkward the entire time, turning down every offer to dance.
"Aint been to another one since, which aint a bad thing," He shrugged off, "First one weren't anythin' to brag 'bout, mostly stood in the corner."
When Jack asked why, Clay quirked his mouth,
"'Cause I didn't want my first hoedown dance to jus' be with anyone, I'm savin' it for someone special," he explained, "Someone that makes me smile, makes me happy..."
Clay tilted his head, blue eyes shining beneath his bangs of blonde as he looked at Jack, and drank them all in. His voice dropped to something akin to a murmur, doused in affection,
"Someone like y'all...someone that is y'all Jack..."
He saw the way he grinned, how their eyes lit up like the sun. Clay saw this all as his chance.
Standing fully, Clay stepped away, only to turn on the heels of his boots. He offered out his hand, calloused fingers slightly bent up as he did,
"May I 'ave this dance?"
His heart leapt up to his throat when Jack took his hand once more, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation on their part. Clay guided him closer, and like magnetics, their hands moved to where they needed to be. Fingers interlaced, while Clay's other hand found its home on Jack's hip; their body partially eclipsed by his palm.
Gazes met, and the music still played. Clay was careful, and as slow as molasses, as he began to lead their slow dance. Each step was as natural as breathing air, or calling Jack his 'darlin'.
At some point the song ended, but the dance sure didn't. The desert was their stage, and the night their audience. A few critters investigated the two, but they went ignored. Clay had his World in his hands, in front of him. At some point, his fingers freed them from Jack's, but only so he could wrap his arms around them inside. He needed to feel them as close as possible; he knew by the way Jack rested their head on his chest, that they didn't mind the change in position.
"I love y'all...more than anythin'..."
It didn't need to be said, but Clay loved saying it. If he were to die there and then, he wouldn't even know, because he was already in Heaven.
Songs faded into each other, their steps left marks in the sand. Neither knew how much time had passed, but at some point, the first slivers of sunrise began to bleed into the darkness of the skies. Stars disappeared into the approaching light, as the sun made itself known. An unknown voice interrupted whatever song was playing to announce it was the morning, and to welcome the early risers.
"Heh... guess we really danced the night away huh," Clay chuckled, "S'ppose we shoul' mosey on back before the fellas get too worried 'bout us."
Not that they would, they all knew Clay would fight to his final breath to keep Jack safe.
Reluctantly, he let Jack leave his arms; he immediately felt cold without them against his chest. Clay ushered them onto the bike, and picked up the helmet. He carefully slipped it over Jack's head, ensuring it was on properly, before taking his own seat. Clay grinned like an idiot as their arms immediately wrapped around him once more.
The radio was killed off, and the engine brought to life. Clay revved the engine, before kicking the stand back. He drove off forward, before turning the front wheel until they looped back onto himself. He went a little slower than before, wanting to savour this drive as long as humanly possible.
All the while on the way home, he smiled to himself, knowing that this life may not be the one he deserved, but it is the one he wanted, as long as he had Jack as his partner.
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"An' how exactly is any of this y'alls business?"
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"Unlike my older brother, I aint scared t' talk 'bout sex - I aint some blushin' bride."
Jesse has no filter, especially when compared to Clay xD
Jesse will swear, be vulgar, and isn't afraid to say words like 'sex' xD
Johnathan Bailey wasn't happy about his daughter saying things like that, claiming that it isn't ladylike for a 'little lady' to be swearing up a storm, or speaking about adult things, but Jesse doesn't care.
She's not ashamed of who she is, or talking about something that, yanno, is natural and gonna happen.
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"I've always known I'd like girls, never even looked at a fella in the same way I look at Belle."
Jesse is a lesbian with a capital L uwu
She blames the fact she grew up around her brothers and that was enough to make her decide she never wants to be with a man xD
Okay, no, it obvs wasn't a choice, but she does joke that's why she prefers women - and not just a preference she happens to have.
Anyway, her and Belle had been friends for years; I like to think the two of them met during one of the rare times the Bailey family headed up towards Dallas to meet up with other family members. Jesse and Belle happened to meet, and clicked pretty quick. Belle was already pretty rebellious, and Jesse yearned for freedom.
Eventually, they both ran away from their homes and started the Black Vipers uwu
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"If it aint obvious, me an' Belle are datin'; thought I was the only one in the family to be datin' someone, 'till I foun' out 'bout Clay and that no good Spicer."
The Bailey blondes are into red heads uwu
Jesse has Belle, Clay has Jack, and Patrick aint got time xD
Seriously though, Jesse and Belle have been dating for a good amount of time; they were each others first kiss, first exploration of sexuality, and often shared the same bed - both for warmth in the cold Texas nights, and yanno, to have sex xD
Also yes, I like to think she's lowkey mad that Clay is also in a relationship, because again her dumb brain tells her that, yanno, Clay gets everything xD She gets over it though after hearing about what happened between him and their dad - seeing the golden child knocked down a peg was enough to make her feel better about the whole thing xD
Anyway, yes, her and Belle are a thing and have been for a while uwu
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"Y'all ten' to get comfortable livin' with other gals when y'all 'ave to share a shower."
Much like with Viper!Clay, water isn't always the easiest thing to have in great quantities, so yes, showers are something shared between all the girls.
Jesse has never really cared much about modesty, or anything like that. She has no shame in her body, and she doesn't really care if any of the other gang members see her naked. They don't have that privilege though, they don't have that much water xD
Yes though, the Vipers are very used to seeing each other naked, and they do laugh about it and tease each other. They're comfortable enough to do those sort of things together uwu
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"Belle an' I may be officially datin', but we aint exclusive, leas' when it comes to the other Vipers."
Kinda related to the last one I guess? xD
Yes, Jesse and Belle are together in a couple, they often hold hands, go on rides together, make out, and the like. They are romantically interested in each other, and are in it for the long run.
However, they are open in their relationship. Living with the Vipers, and sharing the space, and their entire lives like this, has led them all to getting pretty close. It's not uncommon for one of the other girls (who I need to name xD), to need their own stress relief, or attention ;3;
The only rule Jesse, and Belle, have is that no kissing is allowed xD
Sex is impersonal, it doesn't have to mean a damn thing, but being some level of intimate? Yeah, they gotta draw a line there for their own sake xD
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[clack collage au]
The door to the bathroom slammed open hitting the wall jack didn't even use the chance to sneek a peak as he rushed to the mirror grabbing his eye liner and getting to work
"Babe chill you litterally had your dick up against my ass like five mintues ago." Jack aruged not seeing a reason for the reaction from Clay. Before looking over his shoulder giving Clay a half lidden stare "besides with how often i'm taking your clothes off, I can see you naked anytime I want. With my eyes clothes." He smirks before looking back to the mirror trying to get his hair fixed now "And trust me i do that like 24/7."
Sunlight was slow to filter into the quiet dorm warm, it's warmth cutting through the natural chill that had settled through the night. Clay shifted, not needing an alarm to wake up; his body simply knew when it was the crack of dawn. His eyes fluttered open, hazed blue hues immediately met with fiery red hair. A lopsided, tired smile tugged onto Clay's lips upon seeing it. It was nice, not only seeing Jack asleep, a rarity within itself, but having their body snuggled up to his own, wrapped in his arms, well, it made Clay's heart flutter.
He was so tempted to stay in bed, to enjoy the warmth of Jack's spine pressed to his chest. Sadly, for Clay, he had practice first thing that morning. Thankfully, it was the only class he had; he was happy Professor Young never scheduled classes on Friday. Shame Guan decided that means training had to start at six in the morning, and last four hours, but hey, it meant Clay got an early start to his morning.
Yawning quietly, Clay carefully moved. He brushed a kiss across Jack's temple; an angelic, delicate mark of affection that he's sure Jack felt - Clay's pretty sure he saw them smile.
As quietly as possible, Clay shifted free from the bed, the blanket slipping off his bare form. He and Jack had had quite the night; no wonder the red head was fast asleep for the first time in their life.
Lifting his arms above his head, Clay wandered into the bathroom. He kept his footsteps light, and closed the door behind him as quietly as possible; last thing he wanted was to disturb Jack during the only time he rested.
Slipping into the shower, Clay turned on the water. The warm water slammed against Clay's bare chest, and steam began to claw up the tiled walls. Clay breathed out a sigh, letting the grime of yesterday slowly disappear. He tilted his head back, just enjoying the silence of an early morning...
Until the door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open, hard enough to hit the nearby wall. Clay scrambled, grabbing the edge of the shower curtain, and using it to cover himself. His face burned red with an immediate blush, his head poking out as he subtly glared at Jack; who was busy at the mirror, applying their eyeliner,
"Jack what in tarnation y'all doin'?!" He exclaimed, "Aint ya never heard of knockin'! Dang it I'm tryin' to shower!"
Clay much preferred having his privacy respected. He was aware that he hadn't locked the bathroom door, but last he checked, Jack was fast asleep. He saw no reason to. Clay gripped the shower curtain harder, his face growing redder by the second; not out of anger, but embarrassment that Jack had stormed in while he was naked.
Jack seemed not to care about it though.
"Babe chill you litterally had your dick up against my ass like five mintues ago."
Clay stuttered over his words for a moment, because, that was true, he had had his member up against Jack just a moment or two ago,
"That's different," Clay eventually argued back.
He found himself shutting up when Jack looked over his shoulder, their eyes half lidded,
"besides with how often i'm taking your clothes off, I can see you naked anytime I want. With my eyes clothes."
Clay's lips turned into a tight frown, his eyebrows furrowing harder. Jack just smirked at him though, looking to the mirror as he started fixing his hair,
"And trust me i do that like 24/7."
"Still don't give y'all the right to storm into the bathroom while I'm in 'ere."
Clay wasn't sure what he disliked most in that moment; Jack's lack of shame, or the fact Clay himself was both wasting time, and water, by having this little spat. He did know he didn't like the fact he couldn't really elaborate on his dislike; he supposes it was a toss up between his current vulnerability, and the lack of manners Jack possessed.
Shaking his head, Clay opted now wasn't the time for an argument. He was already running late thanks to this, and he just knew Guan was going to be on his butt because of it,
"Look, jus' knock next time darlin', I do like 'avin' a lil' bit of privacy for myself."
With a soft huff, he tugged the curtain back, ensuring he was hidden once more. Clay kept his eyes towards the curtain though, watching Jack's silhouette as he awkwardly cleaned himself. He was just waiting for Jack to try and join him, despite having seen them put their make up on.
Though, he supposes he'd much prefer deal with an extra horny Jack, than the fact Coach Guan was going to have him run laps for hours after training ended for the fact he was going to be a little late thanks to this.
At least he could look forward to returning to Jack after training; they may've annoyed him, but he still loved him more than anything else - and that's what got Clay to focus on getting ready, and that's what would get him through the training session awaiting him.
for each π ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
"Can you tell Rai, that the next time he wants to know about these sort of things, he should just ask me himself?"
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"I'd never even kissed a boy before Raimundo..."
I've gone through this a few times, so you know the drill xD
Kimiko is sociable, but only really had Keiko has a close friend, and as for dating, it was something she wanted to do, but never did back in Japan. Her anger issues did make her a little unapproachable, and also, she would just get flustered when it came to trying to speak to boys.
Then she got a visit from Dojo, and Master Fung, and next thing she knew she was heading to China to become a Xiaolin monk. Saving the World is far more important than kissing boys, so it was something she sort of just put on the back burner.
But then Raimundo had to be rude and exist, and here they are uwu
ππ
"I won't lie, but during out beach days, I'm not as focused on my magazine as you probably think."
I think there's two, or three, episodes where we see them all in their swim wear? xD I know there's def 2, one with the heylin seed xD
ANYWAY
We see Kimiko on a beach chair, sunglasses on, and with a magazine in hand, but we don't see where her eyes really are. She can be a little shameless herself, and did use to stare at Rai, and Clay, through her sunglasses; she may not have dated before, but she knows two good looking guys when she see's them uwu
Rai can be happy to know she now only looks at him like that; she can be shameless but she's not a hoe xD
But yes, she very much does ogle her boyfriend through her sunglasses whenever she has the chance to uwu
πππ
"I enjoy reading things like yaoi; the smuttier the better."
Kimiko has an Ao3 account and we know she does uwu
She reads manga, watches anime, and you know she reads up on all her favourite ships xD
When Keiko isn't around to answer her phone calls, and texts, Kimiko has to do something, and what better than relaxing in her bedroom stall and reading uwu
I feel Kimi's pretty 'vanilla' in terms of what she reads; not very much into reading hardcore, kinky things xD But she does like reading smut - she gives me the vibe of a slow born enjoyer uwu
ππππ
"The boys may've found my diary, but they don't know about my other diary."
Sort of leading on from the other headcanon, but I do believe Kimiko has 2 diaries; the one we saw Clay reading during the episode where Kimiko got the Tangled Web Comb - and another, even more hidden one uwu
It's easier hidden cause it's one on her computer that you need a password to access xD
Anyway, she writes down all her thoughts about the boys here; writing about who she likes, what she thinks about them, and her growing crush on Raimundo uwu
And here is also where she writes down her own fanfic ideas, and no, they totally aren't self-inserts, or written in a way she can easily imagine itself as her and Raimundo uwu you have no proof of that uwu
πππππ
"I own a few toys, some are even controlled by my PDA."
Fun fact: some vibrators can be remote controlled from a distance uwu or even from a phone, or PDA in Kimiko's case uwu
She keeps them locked in her chest in her room, and somehow, has not been caught with them. Though, it's probably because she only ever uses them when she's in the bathroom.
She knows the stereotype; women always take so much time in the bathroom, but she's doing it for some stress relief xD Can you blame her, look at what/who she has to deal with every damn day u_u
Sometimes, she does use the remote controlled one when in her bedroom stall; she sits at her computer, one of her Ao3 fics open, vibrator on and pressed up against her sex as she enjoys her brief moment of peace uwu
And as soon as she hears anyone near by, she can quickly use the remote to turn it off, and switch tabs; her warm skin hidden by the usual blush powder she wears on her cheeks xD
Kimiko has trained herself to do it all quick, and somehow, she's never been caught with her toys uwu
Clay felt...stupid. Ridiculously stupid at that. He felt awkward from the second he showed up at this ice cream parlour, and it felt like every word out of his mouth made the situation worse.
He didn't regret showing up though, least, he didn't think he did. He just regretted ever opening his mouth. It's why he didn't talk; half the time he either fumbled his words, or was made fun of for his words.
Thankfully, something he said shifted the subject of conversation, and even better, it was something that got Jack's interest: monkeys.
Everyone knew how much Jack loved the monkey staff, and Clay still had scars from the whole Jade monkey fiasco. He's also pretty sure he had seen Jack's name partially carved into the Wu; it wouldn't surprise Clay if that was something Jack had attempted to do.
He gave a breathless, short laugh as Jack stumbled over the longer word,
"Cercopithecoidea, yeah, aint sure why scientists insist on givin' things long fancy words like that," Clay agreed, "Monkey's a lot easier to say, an' mos' people would know what that means."
For once, Clay found himself agreeing to something Jack had said, and, thankfully, it got the conversation over his wallet to move on.
Though Jack shrugged his shoulders, Clay was sure he could see a spark in the evil geniuses red eyes as the animal was focused on. A spark that glimmered in his own blue hues when reptiles were brought up; granted, his long blonde bangs made it difficult to see it. He never knew Jack was into reptiles, though, their little Dinosaur gang he made with the Rio Reverso might've been a pretty big hint at that.
He grinned, looking at Jack as they went on, saying how he thought they ruled. One might thought Clay was sticking around due to social obligation; Clay was that sort of guy. He wouldn't even hit Ashley on the grounds she was a girl; Hell, he even felt bad when he had to hit Wuya, and she was evil to her cold, black core.
But Clay was enjoying the conversation, remaining quiet as Jack took the chance to speak. Occasionally, Clay was nod his head, or place a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He had no idea that Jack was anxious about this whole thing; that they were looking at angles to use social obligations to keep him around.
After all... Clay was happy to be here. He maybe did worry about being the only one to show up, there was always that thin chance this was a trap. Clay though, figured it wasn't. This was a genuine olive branch being held out by Jack, and Clay was taking it. This was painless, Hell, Clay dare it was fun almost. Hearing the faint passion in Jack's voice, over something as simple as an animal.
Turned out there was more to the evil, wanna-be ruler of the World, than just, well, evil.
Sadly, the sudden rambling came to a screeching halt. Clay felt his smile falter a little; he didn't understand why Jack just...stopped. The cowboy quirked his mouth, figuring that this must be his turn to talk,
"Yeah, monkey's are pretty interestin', the monkey staff too - though, I aint ever used it," Clay confessed, "I usually jus' use the Fist of Tebigong, or Third Arm Sash."
Those were the ones he was always left with, not that Clay minded, he used them well after all. A part of him just wished he would get the chance to try something else out for once; or, more than once. He's pretty sure he could count on his fingers the times he used the Golden Tiger Claws, or Star Hanabi - something that was once in his family.
"I'm more of a reptile fella myself; Texas got over a hundred an' seventy native species to it."
That Texan pride of Clay's immediately began to shine through at the mere mention of his home,
"Turtles, snakes, lizards - if it got scales, we probably got 'em."
Though, dragons were pretty new to Clay - least, the flying sort.
"The ranch always had lots of critted about; greater earless lizards, roundtail horned lizards, collared lizards... lotta lizards, snakes too, especially the Western Diamondback, venomous lil' critters - been bit one too many times by 'em for comfort."
Clay chuckled softly at that. Sure it had been bit by a venomous snake, but it was rare to die by them. He took another bite of his ice cream, not wanting it to melt anymore than it had.
It was in that brief moment of silence, that Clay realised how much he had talked in that moment. He hadn't been interrupted, spoken over, or had someone tease him for his accent. It was a foreign, yet, nice feeling - to have his voice heard. Yet Clay also felt...awkward. As if he had done something wrong. Clay shuffled awkwardly on his seat, a hand reaching up to tug his hat down, a common sign that Clay felt embarrassed by something - this time it was himself.
"Yeah, reptiles are great, though don't think Dojo would appreciate me rockin' up to the temple with one," Clay muttered, in an attempt to keep the conversation light, "Texas got it all, 'cept Monkeys, heh, guess that's y'all reason to dislike the place."
Even if the idea that someone could dislike Texas seemed completely wrong to Clay, but, he was trying to get over his own hiccup.
A silence returned, one that was awkward, and suffocating. Clay listened to the soft chatter of the other patrons going about their day. Clay wasn't good being in social situations like this. A life of solitude did that to a guy.
Tapping his fingers against the table, Clay hummed, trying to think of something, anything, to say,
"Soooo uuuh..."
Clay briefly bit his bottom lip, hating how bad at this he was,
"Those robots y'all make a pretty impressive."
It wasn't a lie, though Clay probably shouldn't be admitting to it. The things Jack could make out of nothing were something to be admired,
"How'd y'all get so good at it, makin' 'em I mean?" He asked, "I learned 'bout mechanics from 'avin' to fix the tractors back 'ome."
for each π ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
"What is with you mortals and your obsession with intimacy? It's bad enough listening to Jack gush over Clay every other breath."
π
"I am very aware of my looks and how fools fawn over me."
Look, there's no denying that Wuya, in her human form, is drawn to be attractive, and it's very clear she's aware of it xD
When she spawns in a car for Raimundo, she instantly climbs on top of it, laying across it like some sort of show girl. She changes a magazine cover to declare herself the most beautiful woman - or something like that, I can't remember exactly, but I'm 99% sure it was beauty related xD
We see her shamelessly flirt and tease other characters; from Rai when it comes to getting the moby morpher, to the way she has her arms around Clay when she first gets her body back, to how she talks to Chase Young.
She knows she's gorgeous and she will use it to get her way uwu
ππ
"When you live for as long as I do, you learn what you like, and what you don't like in a person... I don't like anything."
So I, personally, see Wuya as aromantic, but NOT asexual xD
I just don't see her as being romantically interested in anyone; she finds love a distraction, something that makes people soft - I mean, look at what happened to Jack, he became a monk for Gods sakes xD
No romance for her xD but I don't think she's asexual, she knows she's hot, and she can appreciate a males form uwu
Also, I feel like she's only sexually interested in men xD
πππ
"I have experienced the pleasures of the flesh, despite what many may think."
Wuya's like 5 million years old or something, you know she's fucked at least ONCE in her life xD
Personally I like to think she and Dashi had sex at least once before she was full Heylin witch, and he was Xiaolin. Maybe they broke up and that's why they're like this xD
RIP the World and the toxic break up they're going through xD
Seriously though, Wuya has fucked and will fuck again uwu I fully believe she and Chase sometimes get down and dirty when they're not too busy messing with the monks xD
ππππ
"Much like how I desire to control the World, and I will own the World, I prefer to keep control during the intimate moments I indulge myself in."
Again, she's down to fuck xD I will argue Wuya isn't a very kink person over all.
However, I will argue that Wuya likes to remain in charge in the bedroom; she likes that feeling of control, and likes the way she makes men drool when a dominant woman bosses them around xD It makes her feel powerful uwu
Well, more powerful than she already is but yanno what I mean uwu
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"I prefer when there's minimal strings attached; makes it easier to cut someone off for my own entertainment."
Yeah, Wuya aint here for long term relationships, not since Dashi xD
Even what she has with Chase, like I said, is probably more physically based than anything actually emotional - at least on Wuya's part.
Having too many strings attached makes it harder to truly cut someone off; look what happened when it came to Jack, she got too attached to him and now she can't rid herself of him xD
But this applies to relationships as well. She isn't against a one night stand, something to relieve some stress, or to make a deal - again, she knows she's gorgeous and desirable in her human form.
Basically, she's gotten around town a few times; a woman has needs when she's in her human form, and she knows exactly how to meet those needs without too many hurt feelings uwu not that she wouldn't care much for hurt feelings, but it makes life easier xD
βi donβt feel too goodβ Jack said, looking down eyes shaking at the sight of blood. Before looking up to Clay, never once thinking he ever be touched let alone have a blade turned on him
βplease donβt leave meβ
This was his job, this is what he had signed himself up for, to protect a spoiled brat, and make sure no harm comes their way. In exchange, he got to see somewhere that wasn't Texas. Course, Clay loved Texas; he'd kiss the ground, and hug a cactus to prove as such. But the different breath of air was certainly something to behold, and despite how much of a thorn in his boot Jack was, Clay would argue this was all worth it.
Even when the more dangerous side of things reared their ugly heads, and made themselves known.
It was a rare time Jack had wanted to go outside; not for a walk, not for anything healthy - but to get ice cream. Jack off-handed said he'd pay for Clay, as if Clay didn't have to follow their every step like their own shadow.
The free treat would be nice.
Their little walk down towards the ice-cream parlour soon turned as sour as spoiled milk, when some stranger approached. Clay immediately felt his back straighten, the hair on the back of his neck bristling, at just seeing them.
Then they opened their mouth, and every alarm rang out in Clay's mind. Whatever the stranger was saying was muffled to Clay, and so were Jack's retorts. It seemed the two of them knew each other; Clay's guess was they were an ex-employee.
One that was clearly pissed off with their termination, and wanted revenge.
The second Clay saw the glint of metal, he moved.
It happened in a flash, the stranger pulled a blade, and Clay was slamming himself into them. He didn't mean to push Jack back, nearly knocking them down to the floor. A bruise on their ass was better than a blade in their flesh.
Clay felt hot liquid pouring from his arm; crimson dripped to the sidewalk. His hands grabbed at the attacked wrists, so tight he was sure bruises would be left. They hit the floor in their scuffle; Clay didn't want to get too violent, it wasn't his way - but he had no choice but to sock the stranger in the jaw with a hard punch.
More blood spilled, a tooth escaped the attackers lips. Clay's pretty sure he broke their jaw. Another slash, another bite. Dirt covered Clay's skin as it grazed. Through the struggle, the attacker lost their weapon, but managed to get free from beneath Clay - a surprise, considering he was built like an Ox.
Clay panted hard, watching as the stranger sprinted off, having clearly not expected for a fight.
Carefully, Clay got onto his feet. He glanced to his arm, noticing the large gash; thick, and deep - that would need a doctor to stitch up.
The cowboy didn't care about his own injuries though, he was second in line when it came to concern.
Boots scraped on the floor, Clay turning slowly to look at Jack. He offered a lopsided smile, a painful one was a bruise was already blossoming on his cheek,
"Y'all alright boss?"
Clay felt stupid for asking, but he had no idea what to say.
βi donβt feel too goodβ
Clay's eyes widened slightly at Jack's response. He took in the way they looked down at the blood staining the floor; red hues shaking. Clay stepped forward immediately, large hands reaching out and grabbing Jack's wrists. He lifted them up, and began to look over them, terrified that they had somehow gotten hurt through out the entire ordeal.
He was relieved to see there was no physical injury.
"We should get y'all home, or leas', back to the office...we can do an ice cream run another day."
Clay let go of them, ready to walk, planning to remain in front now, just in case the assailant came running back.
βplease donβt leave meβ
He paused mid-stride, looking back to Jack immediately. Clay hadn't intended to make them think he was leaving them. He turned fully, making sure to remain close,
"I aint goin' no where boss, not now, not ever."
Clay shifted back, until he was right next to them,
"I'm stayin' at ya side, no matter what," Clay reassured, "C'mon, let's mosey on back to the office - I won't let anyone get near y'all."
He could tell Jack was still shaken up, but Clay did what he was hired to do - what he had to do. He protected Jack, and he constantly would do. He'd stay at their side, protect them as much as he could. His injuries would heal, but the pride of a tarnished job record wouldn't.
"Lead the way boss," Clay told him softly, "I'll make sure no one goes after y'all, not again."
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"Darlin', why ask all these questions, when I can jus' show y'all instead?"
Much like with the shorter nsfw meme, most of these should apply to both the good!jack verse, and normal Jack, but if for any reason there's a difference, I'll be sure to point it out xD
π¦ cum headcanon
"It's thick, an' fast."
Clay got that thick cum, and let's be honest, always being around the fellas, it means privacy is truly a privilege. So when he and Jack do get to get down and dirty, there's a lot of cum built up uwu he orgasms like a geyser, but I highly doubt Jack is complaining uwu
π₯Ί first time headcanon
"Jack, darlin'...y'all know my first time was with y'all."
Clay never really got a chance to explore the dating scene, lets be honest u_u
So yes, Jack is also Clay's first, well, everything in the Viper universe uwu
β masturbation headcanon
"Y'all get used to doin' it outside when y'all surrounded by a bunch'a other people."
Again, always being around the guys, made it so privacy was a very hard to come by privilege xD now sure, when they were in Texas, Clay could always go 'cave exploring' and go find somewhere quiet deeper in the mines. However, that always ran the risk of getting lost, or hurt. So, Clay eventually took to going outside; they lived in the middle of nowhere, so it was unlikely he'd get caught doing it. He got pretty used to doing it under the stars, though, masturbation wasn't something Clay did often in general.
In the verse with usual Jack, I feel he enjoys doing it in the bathroom, or in the shower - yanno, assuming Jack isn't doing it for him uwu
π oral headcanon
"Sorry 'bout the time I bruised y'all's throat..."
This is in reference to this meme:
Because I feel Viper!Clay is a bit rougher, and probably has caused a bit of damage of Jack's throat during the moment uwu
Don't worry, he'll do whatever he can to make sure Jack feels okay later, even taking them to ER if he needs too ;3; which is risky in the verse when it's him and good!jack because Clay's a wanted criminal, but he'd do it to make suer Jack is okay ;3;
also this has nothing to do with this, but I had to share this part of an interview the person in the picture said because it feels Jack coded in a way xD
βοΈ kinky headcanon
"I may need to brush up on my knottin' skills."
Clay can still use his lasso, but I don't think I've mentioned him using it once during the Viper verse xD
But yeah, I think he'd be down to being tied up, but also tying Jack up too, if they would allow him to do it uwu it's been a while since he had to hogtie something, or someone in this case uwu
πͺ dangerous headcanon
"If I aint left bruised, then it weren't hard 'nough."
Viper!Clay likes it rough uwu he likes being left with a few bruises, scratches, and marks uwu Jack's the only one that can get away with it, so he should take the chance to do it - even if I feel Good!Jack would end up fussing over Clay afterwards xD
Clay likes that feeling of belonging to someone, so being left with obvious marks that others can see, letting others see that Clay is taken? Yeah, he likes that feeling uwu
ποΈ soft sex headcanon
"...We can do it soft, if that's what y'all want, if we're real quiet we can even do it while the others sleepin'."
Clay loves it rough, but if Jack wants a much softer night? Clay surely is happy to do as much uwu
He'll wrap his arms around his partners waist, and bring them in nice and close. Clay will nestle his face against Jack's neck, and just hold them close as he gently rolls his hips and ruts into them uwu
And as said, if they're real quiet, they can even get busy while the others sleep uwu
π birthday sexy headcanon
"Y'all an' I mosey on over to a hotel, a real hotel, none'a that cheap motel stuff, an' spen' the entire night with y'all, an' jus' y'all."
I'mma argue that this can apply to both Jack's xD
Clay would love nothing more than to whisk Jack away (even though it's Clay's birthday but shush xD) and just have the entire night with him uwu
He'd save up every penny for a fancy hotel, or, well, as fancy as he can get xD
He'll carry Jack over the threshold like his bride, kick the door shut, and lay them down on top of the bed. He'll pin them down, gently, smirking down at his lover.
It's Clay's birthday, that's true, but he'll spend the entire time worshipping Jack's body, savouring every lick and kiss against their skin, as if they're the most delicious meal he'd ever had uwu
Clay's best birthday gift is for him to have Jack as he wants, all night uwu
β€οΈ making love headcanon
"Shoul' do it more often...I like it when y'all ride me, an' I jus' get to hol' onto y'alls hips."
Making love is good uwu
He loves when Jack nestles himself on top of him, Clay resting his haps on their hips, the two rolling their hips together.
Even better, is if Jack lays himself down on top, until their chests are together. Clay can drag his hands up their body, hugging them close as they continue to fuck uwu
πΆ music they have sex to
"Only music I need to be listenin' to is y'all moanin' my name."
xDD yeah nah, no music for these two
πΉ romantic sex headcanon
"There was the time I actually bought y'all that eyeliner, instead of stealin' it."
Again, even though Clay has bought eyeliner for good!jack, it's still something he'd do for both xD it's a gesture of love on his side considering his sticky fingers xD
But I'd argue that is a romantic time for them, considering the gesture behind them. You know they kissing all the time through it uwu
β° fave time of day to have sex
"When the fellas an' I get 'ome from a good haul, an' I got y'all waitin' for me."
He's down to have sex any time of the day xD
Clay's not all that picky, but it does feel a lot better when it's after a damn good haul uwu
As long as he's with Jack, he's happy uwu
πΊ how they eat the pussy
"Aint done it b'fore, but I'm sure I'll be pretty dang good at it."
Can't say as much here, it's pretty much the same as usual Clay xD
I will say, unlike normal verse Clay who is probably more likely to give oral on a woman, Viper!Clay? Not so much xD
He'll still do it, course he will xD He just needs a little more prompting to do it xD
π how they give blowjobs
"Whip it out an' I'll show y'all darlin'~"
Viper Clay is so much more of a whore xD Probably cause he don't care about what daddy thinks of him xD
So whip it out Jack uwu
Nah, I feel like he's slightly different depending on if he's with Jack or Good!Jack xD
With Jack? Probably similar to how he is in the main verse; very much letting Jack take the lead. Hold his blonde hair, and move his head for him uwu lots of eye contact, taking his time as he lets Jack be the boss of him uwu
Good!Jack? Clay starts slow uwu he presses warm kisses to the inside of their thigh, trailing them up to his cock, before teasing them along their length. He wants to be Jack feel, well, good uwu he wants to have them wiggle and squirm for him, he wants their legs over his shoulders as he spoils them with attention uwu He very much takes his time, and very much keeps control - though he isn't against Jack stroking over his hair while he does it uwu
π something theyβre shy about asking for
"I aint shy 'bout askin' for anythin'...except, for, well...maybe there's a couple of things."
Their hand in marriage uwu
That's like a semi serious answer xD
Clay may be a little more promiscuous fella in this verse, but he still gets flustered very easily uwu I actually feel Jack is still the main instigator of much of their sexy time despite it all xD
He's a little shy baby boy uwu
As for what he would be nervous to ask for, outside of going on a nice romantic date? I feel simple things like being tied down himself. He's always in control, and he likes when Jack has control of him; he craves that vulnerability, but is shy to ask about it because, well, he doesn't want Jack to think he's weak or anything uwu
π± phone sex headcanon
"I barely know how to use this thin', let alone 'ave sex through it?"
Clay only has a phone thanks to Jack, and we know he barely uses it because he's always glued at Jack's side anyway xD
So phone sex is off the table because, well, Clay has no idea how the phone works in general xD
πΈ naughty pictures
"I wouldn't be 'gainst gettin' to see y'all in that lil' maid outfit again~"
Naughty pictures from Clay? Not gonna happen; he doesn't wanna be on camera he gets stage fright ;3;
Of Jack though? Oh Clay would very much like a few pictures, especially of Good!Jack in that maid outfit uwu He doesn't want phone picture though, mostly cause he's too dumb to figure how to view the photos. Poloroids though? Give them all to him uwu
Or, even better, Jack should wear that maid outfit for him in person uwu
And yes, that goes for main Viper!Clay and Jack too, just cause uwu
π shower/bath sex headcanon
"A rare thing of fun when out in the wastelan' of my home."
Showers and baths don't come along all that often for Clay and Good!Jack, so the only time they're having shower/bath sex is if they manage to get into a motel xD So I feel when they have that chance, they take it uwu
With general Jack though? Well, Jack's house as running water so the Black Vipers are living in luxury xD I imagine it's much like with main verse Clack, where, as soon as Clay gets into the bathroom, Jack just spawns there uwu yanno, to help get their back and stuff that's all uwu
π΄ falling asleep after sex
"I try to stay awake, jus' so I can feel y'all in my arms for as long as I can."
Clay's a marshmallow in every universe uwu
He likes watching Jack sleep; likes seeing those rare times where he's completely at peace, all snuggled up against him ;3;
Even if Clay is completely exhausted, right to the core of his bones, he'd still do what he can to stay awake, a soft smile on his face as he watches Jack drift off into a well deserved sleep uwu
π car sex headcanon
"Need a car first."
Clay has no car, but he got a bike uwu
So bike sex is an option and I feel it has happened at least once xD
Look what's the point of having a bike if you don't get a little frisky on it uwu
I see it now, Clay working away on his bike, shirt off so he don't get oil on it, and Jack just 'ahem' supervising him uwu
Jack being a whore, but good!jack just giving Clay all the compliments for their hardwork
Clay mentioning his new comfy seats that they gotta try out and oop now they're naked and fucking on the bike, lets hope the balance is good uwu
I'll say it probably is rare tough just cause Clay likes keeping his bike clean and shiny xD
π€ how loud they are
"I gotta be quiet; simply cause I don't wan' the fellas over hearin' us 'avin' fun."
Clay is as quiet as he can be whenever he and Jack get going, and he knows the fellas are around. They make fun of him already, he does not need them hearing him get down and dirty with the Queen of the Vipers xD
So sorry Jack, this Clay grunts and huffs a lot, and I feel it takes a lot to get him to break out of that habit. Even when he KNOWS they're along, he still very quiet, lots of huffed words and all that ;3;
So if Jack gets him to be loud, he truly has won uwu
π sex toy headcanon
"Aint got any...not against tryin' 'em out."
Yeah they have never robbed a sex toy shop, I don't think there's a lot of them out in he middle of Texas xD
But as said, Clay isn't against using them uwu So yanno Jack, if you ever wanna show off your own collection, Clay is up to seeing it uwu
Saying that, I dunno if Good!Jack has any toys xD Either way, he still wans to see it and is happy to try a few of them out uwu
Whether it be on himself or on Jack uwu
πͺ an after sex snack
"Does nibblin' on y'all shoulders count?"
No Clay, nibbling on Jack's shoulder does not count as an after sex snack xD
Unlike normal verse Clay, who just wants to cuddle and cling to his boyfriend, Viper!Clay is probably more inclined to have a snack - at least when with Good!Jack, he finds it near impossible to tell them no after all xD
As for what they're having? Probably pudding cups uwu we know Clay tends to eat them with a screwdriver but I like to think he actually uses a spoon after sex, simply cause Jack's there and will stop him otherwise xD
Point is! Pudding uwu
π· tipsy sex headcanon
"Can't remember las' time I even got drunk..."
Viper!Clay doesn't get the chance to drink all that often, he has to baby sit three other cowboys and tend to his boss after all uwu
When he does get some alcohol in his system though?
He gets very cuddly, and needy uwu he just wanna wrap his arms around his Jack and cuddle into them, give them all the sloppy kisses and giggle out little compliments as he holds them close ;3;
When he's sober, he always gotta keep an eye on his gang, gotta make sure everyone's okay. But when he's drunk? His defences lower, and he just wanna cuddle and have sloppy kisses uwu
π€ͺ silly sex headcanon
"Actin' up the whole evil boss, an' henchman thing can be a lil' silly."
Okay this one pretty much only applies to Jack, where they play up the fact he's the boss, and Clay's their henchman xD
And for good!Jack? I feel it's playing up the Queen of the Vipers uwu
Basically just the act of playing into their little roles, over exaggerating and the like ;3;
It's just silly, and makes Clay laugh a little while he does whatever his boss/queen desire uwu
Pretty much the same as the main verse Clay, just playing up that roleplay angle makes things more silly xD
π¨ sex that sent me to the ER headcanon
"Somehow I've avoided it."
Well Clay's never had to go to the ER because he got hurt during sex, but as mentioned in the blowjob ask like 2 hours ago, I feel he has caused Jack to go to the ER xD
Course it was an accident uwu and of course, it will happen again uwu
ποΈ sex on the beach headcanon
"Pretty sure it's safer than 'avin' sex in the desert."
Viper!Clay would be down for beach sex xD
Look, he'd have sex under the stars, on the desert sand - a place where there's snakes, scorpions, lizards and God knows what else xD
Basically, there are dangerous creatures in the desert that would/could hurt them given the chance; which is something Clay could never forgive himself for - he hates the idea of Jack getting hurt, especially during such an intimate moment!
So he'd be okay going to the beach and fucking, again, it'll be safer because less creatures as far as he knows uwu
Though, the sand would still be a pain in the ass to deal with xD
π orgasm headcanon
"Thick, long, an' I know it's y'alls favourite."
Clay's cum is thick, and though he cums a quicker than main verse, I'm gonna argue he lasts a bit longer uwu
I hope Jack likes feeling bloated because there's a lot there just for him uwu
But yeah, I mentioned earlier Clay doesn't get much time to like actually fuck, so when he does get to cum, there's a lot - he's back up with thick cum, and it's coming fast and he knows how much Jack loves it uwu
π morning sex headcanon
"Any time is great; I kinda don't keep up with time."
See, Clay doesn't mind when he and Jack fuck, as long as they're both in the mood, yanno, he's down.
However, I'll argue that morning sex is kinda rare. Clay, and the other Vipers, tend to do out in the last night/early hours of the morning to run their heists; it's when it's most quiet, and there's the least amount of people around, therefore, the least amount of chance of getting caught.
By the time they get home? All Clay wants to do is rest/sleep. He feels pretty wiped out after a heist thanks to the end of the large adrenaline rush he would've gotten at the time. So Clay's hitting the hay when he can ;3;
Doesn't mean he and Jack won't ever have morning sex; there are times he doesn't go out to help rob places xD
But it's less likely, boy needs to snooze xD
π₯ filming or making a sexy movie
"I can't be on camera, I'm a wanted criminal."
I feel that's a fair thing on Clay's half xD
He is a wanted criminal, he's a Black Viper - the leader at that! He can't risk being on camera, even for sexy times - if someone see's him and realises who he is, he's gonna have the cops after his butt u_u
Sorry Jack, no movies for you xD
π celebration sex headcanon
"Any time I get 'ome after a good haul."
I don't just mean any general haul; I mean a really good haul. The type where no one gets hurt, and the fellas arms are brimming with the good stuff uwu bonus if it's Shen Gon Wu in the verse with usual Jack uwu
When they get all that good stuff, they gotta celebrate with some damn good sex, only makes sense uwu it's Clays reward for doing such a good job uwu
I feel Viper!Clay and Jack fuck a lot more often cause he and the Vipers are very good at what they do uwu
π sending/receiving nudes headcanon
"How woul' I send 'em or get 'em? I'd like to see y'all nude though~"
Clay still cannot use a phone xD he doesn't wanna be on camera, and his dumbass would not be able to figure out how to see the photos again when he gets them xD
He'd much rather see you nude in person uwu he wanna touch the art uwu
π making out headcanon
"Y'all shoul' wear that lip-gloss again, or some ChapStick; I wanna see if I can kiss it all off."
Clay likes it when Jack is extra pretty uwu he likes seeing them with lip gloss/lipstick on, and loves when they kiss him and he's left with kiss marks on his face uwu
But he loves making out with them, feeling the cosmetic smear over his face as their tongues curl, and teeth crash. Clay wants his face red when they part; not from blushing, but from the make up smeared over his face uwu he likes that feeling of being owned, and always will uwu
Viper!Clay is a little rougher with making out. He loves holding Jack close, and kissing them until they can't breathe uwu Mouths parting just for drool to keep them connected uwu
Making out is more fun than simply kissing sometimes uwu
Clay didn't like this; he couldn't even pretend to try and like this. Jack had hinted, not very subtly, that he wanted to come along with one of their hustles, and for whatever reason, Clay had agreed.
What could he say...he was soft, and weak, for a pair of bright, shiny, red eyes staring up at him. Clay really just can't say 'no' to him, no matter how badly he needed to. Maybe one day he'd find his backbone again.
For now though, he had an over-excited Jack sat on his bike, fussing over him. Well, Clay supposes he couldn't be upset about the fussing; he did enjoy the attention Jack gave him all the time.
Ben, Tech, and Dan were all inside the random store they had discovered. They were a good few miles from any civilisation, not another soul in sight. Clay wasn't worried about anyone hurting his Sugarcube out here; no one would, there was no one here. Even if they were somewhere more crowded, Clay knew he'd fight anyone that even dared to get too close.
Still, Clay remained close, acting as an oversized guard dog for his beloved. He had even taken his hat off, slipping it onto Jack's head to help protect them from the sun.
Clay loved Texas, but fuck it was too hot sometimes. Why he preferred it at night; when the air grew chill, and a million stars decorated the sky. Maybe the next time Jack convinces him to come along on a heist, he'll plan it for night time.
Breathing out a sigh, Clay turned, looking away from the store the fellas were currently working their way through. His gaze rested upon Jack, who was perched on Clay's bike,
"Sorry if this is to borin' for y'all," Clay shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Figured we'll do a...safer sorta one, for y'all first time."
Clay purposefully picked an easy one, and purposefully made sure Jack didn't set foot in the place.
Fully facing Jack, Clay's smile softened slightly, the sun glinting in his blue eyes. He leaned in closer, hands moving to rest on either side of their hips. He kept his voice low, yet warm, even has the faintest hum of fear laced his words,
"I know this is a 'safer' one, for us at least...but I still wish y'all stayed back at a hide out, where I know y'all outta any harms way."
He was scared, deep down. He lost his home, his family, his chances for a future...
And now whenever they were apart, he feared loosing Jack too. But even then, with Jack right here, in front of him, beaming brighter than any sun in the solar system, Clay held the same fear. They may be in the middle of no where, but it didn't mean Jack was truly safe. Any animal could come along and bite his ankle, any stray bullet could skim Clay's shoulder and slam into Jack instead.
Clay had no control out here. He couldn't command the Earth they walked upon like his little sister could. He couldn't make his father proud. The only thing he could do was keep Jack safe...but even then, the voice in the back of his head told him far different.
"Next time, y'all stayin' home..."
Not that what they called home was much more than some spider-webbed ridden, abandoned mine. It was barely anything really. But at least he would know where Jack was. Least he would know they would be okay; that there would be no variable that could hurt his beloved.
"Where I know y'all stay safe..."
He didn't outright say he was terrified of losing Jack, but it was pretty clear that's what was controlling him in that moment. Fear. Deep rooted, and venomous.
A hand rested upon Clay's cheek; he instantly leaned into the delicate touch. His eyes stared down at Jack, as he took in that smile...
Fuck that smile... it made his heart flutter, so much so he nearly missed the reassurance Jack gave him. Clay felt his face warm with a soft blush. He breathed out a slow sigh, murmuring,
"Y'all too good for me darlin'."
Clay was still scared. Petrified even. But the reassurance was enough to calm his heart for a moment. He still wanted them to remain home though.
"Though...think I'm gonna need a lil' more than those sweet words of y'alls to feel better."
Shifting, Clay began to lean in closer. The two of them kissed a dozen times, but they were always sweeter than fresh sugar. He tilted his head to the side, Clay's lips brushing against Jack's own, ready to steal a long, lingering kiss - the only thing he'd be stealing that heist.
"HEY BOSS!"
The sudden call of Bens voice had Clay's shoulders hunch up, the cowboy near enough jumping out of his skin. His head snapped to the side, Clay frowning hard as he looked back to the others. He was met with free smirks, lined with dark laughter. Dan, and Tech, were chatting together about all the 'good stuff' they managed to swipe.
"Got everythin' we'll need," Ben smiled, "No causalities either."
Clay offered a nod. Usually, he'd be happier at the news, but he was too annoyed by not getting his desired affection from his boyfriend. Standing up fully, Clay threw out some general sounding praise,
"Sounds good fellas, lets mosey on outta 'ere."
The guys all looked between them, offering nothing but shrugs in responses. There boss was just being bitchy they supposed.
Clay moved to get onto his bike, smiling as he felt Jack's arms slip around his waist, fingers locking together over his stomach. Clay looked over his shoulder, seeing as Jack comfortably snuggled up to him. Perfect; that's how things should be. Maybe he should take Jack on rides more often; though, not for work related things.
The sounds of engines began to rumble, and purr, to life. Helmets were slid into place; they may be a gang, but they couldn't do dangerous stuff like driving without protection. Before his voice was muffled by thick plastic, Clay grinned at Jack,
"Don't worry darin', I'll be stealin' my prize from y'all when we get 'ome."