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"I want children to suffer" is the ultimate flex by red-pilled conservative anti-feminist dorks who are equally racist when screeching about birth rates dropping.
your needy boyfriend begs you not to go out with the girls
(spoiler alert— it doesn’t work)
“please don’t go. please? i’ll be so good…”
choso’s needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this would’ve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?
“babe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.” you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.
“i know…” he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.
you sighed. “this isn’t gonna work.” you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.
he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. “are you sure…?” he whispered against the shell of your ear.
“choso.” you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. “i’m leaving. you’re not making me late.”
he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. “will you be home late?”
“mm.. probably not too long after midnight.” you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.
“and you’ll call me?”
“mhm.”
“if anything happens?”
“yes baby.”
“you won’t go anywhere alone, right?”
“nope, i’ll stay with my friends.”
he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.
“… be safe.”
you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.
“see you later, baby. i love you.”
“i love you too.”
~
and then he waited…
and waited…
and waited.
until he knew that you had finally come home safe.
||a/n: we love when reader has a life of her own rather than just being a mindless ho who’s life revolves around a man 🙌🙌🙌
the funny thing to me is that with snowcrow, zayne is obvi bad cop and sylus is good cop BUT WITH CROWWOLF SYLUS IS BAD COP AND VALKO IS GOOD COP and mean sylus always gets me because his mean is always torturing you with pleasure and mocking you for enjoying it, and Valko's counter to that is to pout and go "Don't say that...she's being so good for us" while you sob and beg to stop cumming as Sylus overstimulates you over and over
Sylus’ preferred method is absolutely overstimulation. He’s tried to edge you, but the aether-core in his eye just screams with your desires to cum that it’s so impossible for him to not give in. So, overstimulation it is. If you want to drown his senses with your desire to cum, he’s going to make you cum until you’re shaking and begging him to stop. Your poor pussy all swollen and raw…
Valko thinks he’s making it better for you, caressing your body to try and relax you. Unknowingly making it worse. The added stimulation of his hands on your chest, your stomach, your thighs, it’s making you dizzy. You can only mutter out garbled pleas to ease up as your cunt quivers with another forced orgasm that has you seeing stars.
I love how sylus is a brat enabler how he loves it when mc is spiralling out of control I think he enjoys it, I think he is the hardest person to piss off...what do you think mc can do to make him extra angry ?
im so happy about my grade i cant resist writing some blurbs lol here you go babe ik this wasnt what you asked for but well...
The second you spot the glint of Mephisto's eye's, you know you're in for it. You hadn't told Sylus you were going into the No-Hunt Zone tonight. Even worse, you had lied and said you were going out with Tara. All you can do is hope he hadn't seen the very dangerous move you had pulled against the three wanderers that had ambushed you.
When you step out of the fog, the sleek black car sitting by the road makes the hair on your neck stand up. You hadn't expected him to come, and the fact that he brought the car and not his bike means you should expect a lecture.
As you're debating heading down the street and pretending you didn't see him, the door opens. He climbs out, very unamused eyes meeting yours as he leans against the car.
"Well? Do you need me to carry you?" There's no mirth in his tone, so you sigh and slink over. A part of you wants to argue, to be mean back, but you know you messed up, so you can't blame him for being upset.
He gives you a once over as you buckle your seatbelt, reaching over to pull a twig from your hair.
"Are you hurt?" His fingers brush over a scrape on your cheek, frowning when you wince.
"I'm fine. Really it's just a few scrapes. I've been in worse shape before." It's the wrong thing to say. Sylus frowns, and puts the car in drive. It's silent as he begins the journey to the N109 zone. You should argue and say you need to go to the Association, to write your report, but you have a feeling it's not what Sylus needs to hear right now.
After 24 unbearable minutes, you fold.
"Okay, I'm sorry I lied and I didn't tell you about my mission but I didn't want to worry you!" The car slides to a halt at a red light, and you glance over at the sharp lines of Sylus's jaw. He turns to you, but his eyes aren't filled with anger.
They're filled with fear.
"I am aware that you are a capable hunter. More capable than most, which is why they assign you such...unsavoury missions. I have no issue with that. But please...don't hide from me." The light turns green, or at least you think it does, but you're too focused on the pleading look on Sylus's face.
"A-alright. I'll tell you next time." He nods, before holding out his little finger. It's almost comical, the most wanted man in the city, asking you to pinky swear. But still, you smile and link your pinky with his.
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When you get nipple piercings, you know Sylus and Zayne will appreciate them. I mean, come on. Of course they will.
You bring up the idea at dinner. The second the words leave your mouth, they both freeze. Zayne goes red, while Sylus looks happier than you've ever seen him.
Initially, they're on opposing sides. Sylus is all for it, already dreaming about the gorgeous jewelry he'll have made for you. Zayne, of course, is worried about infection and healing time. But with a promise of making sure to take care of them (and allowing him unrestricted access to "check your healing"), he too, is excited.
They come with you to get them done, each of them holding your hands and wincing in sympathy pain as the needle goes through.
The healing time is the worst part. It's not an issue for them to hold back, especially since it would cause you pain, but god do their mouths practically water whenever your shirt is off. Zayne's ears might be as bright as Rudolphs' nose, and Sylus keeps accidentally causing power outages.
When it's finally healed enough that it doesn't hurt you? You spend what feels like HOURS caged between the two of them, each gently teasing you and learning just how sensitive these piercings have made you
@comatosebunny09 said "nipple piercings" and i was instantly reminded how badly i lowkey want them but i'm a baby with piercings so take this instead
synopsis: What happens when they wake up to you having a dirty dream?
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: dj-ing and a bit of somno with Zayne, penetrative sex with Sylus, dry humping with Valko
ZAYNE
Zayne isn’t a very heavy sleeper.
He supposes its a side effect from the many sleepless nights he spent studying, and the even longer nights he'd spent on call during the earlier time in his career. Nevertheless, most sounds are likely to wake him up. He's used to it.
What he isn't used to is waking up to your quiet moans.
When he first blinks awake, he thinks you might be masturbating. Not that he has an issue with that, but he would have hoped you'd wake him if you were feeling needy. It's only once his eyes focus in the dark does he realize you're fast asleep.
"Z-Zayne..." You moan quietly, squirming against the sheets. He leans over, unsure if he should wake you or simply let you enjoy what is clearly a very pleasurable dream.
"P-please let me cum..." You whine, head tossing. A smirks tugs at his lips. It's just like you to be dreaming of such a punishment. Still, he's not that evil.
He slips his hand under your waistband slowly, trying not to be make a comment about just how soaked you are. Instead, he circles your clit just the way you like, pulling another quiet moan from your lips.
"Oh..." You sigh, relaxing at his touch almost immediately. He quickens his pace, reveling in the way you start to moan louder. Clearly, whatever he was doing in your dream pales in comparison to the real thing.
You whine when you cum, thighs pressing together as if to shy away from the pleasure. He works you through it, eventually pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off with his tongue.
"Taste good?" Your sleepy tone is all too pleased, already moving lower, between his legs. When he nods, you grin eagerly.
"Now, allow me to return the favour."
SYLUS
Sylus has always been very attuned to your needs, particularly your desires. The things you crave so very much. It's why, even while fast asleep, he knows what you want.
He's already smirking the moment he feels your hand on his arm, nudging him awake. He peaks an eye open, your hopeful expression already tugging at him.
"Everything alright, sweetie?" His arm tightens around your waist, holding you closer. Your mouth opens, then closes, as if you can't quite believe you're about to say this.
"Use your words." He murmurs, already pulling you over to straddle him. Your panties are soaked through, the thin fabric of his boxers making it obvious.
"I had a dream about you..." Your hands run up and down the muscle of his abdomen, making him shiver as he watches you grow bolder.
"And what was it about?"
"Sorta like this...but you were doing all the work." You smile just a little coyly, and it makes Sylus's heart skip a beat.
"What a surprise." His tone is pure sarcasm, already freeing his cock and pulling your underwear aside to help you sink down on him.
Your brows knit in pleasure instantly, hands braced on his chest. He holds you up easily. It's both cute and arousing to watch you ride him. So determined, all while your legs tremble from the pleasure.
"Is this how it went in your dream?" He grins, hips snapping up and making you gasp out his name. You shoot him a glare, which only makes it harder.
"There-there was one more thing. You were wearing a gag."
"Is that so? Well, I'd hate to disappoint."
VALKO
Valko wakes up to a familiar smell.
It's not one he's used to smelling in the night, but he knows it very well. So when he feels your hips rock against his thigh, he puts the pieces together quickly.
You're dreaming.
For a moment, he wonders if he's the cause of the pleasure etched on your sleeping face. He hopes so, otherwise this would be a very awkward few minutes.
"V-Valko..." You sigh, body pressing even closer to him. It's hard to contain his grin, the scent of your neediness stirring his own desires.
As if sensing it, your hips still, then your eyes blink awake. Disorientations clears after a few seconds. Your lips press together, both embarrassed and still needy.
"Don't be shy. Was it a good dream?" He really is asking, making you bury your head in his shoulder and whine.
"I didn't cum..." You mumble. He expected as much, large hands gripping your hips and manhandling you over to straddle him. His bulge is pressed right against your clit, making you gasp.
"I can fix that?" He's already grinding against you, making you melt into him, still half asleep but already desperate to cum.
"Is th-this how it went in your dream?" He huffs, finding your lips and pressing a messy kiss to them. You nod into it, fingers sinking into his hair to keep him close.
Folds immediately the moment he hears the teasing tone in your voice
Lazily drags out his cigar before leaning into you, taking a deep inhale of your perfume.
"Baby, you know I can't hold myself in public"
"Teasing me on purpose?"
His hand wraps around the side of your thigh pulling you closer while he leans down to press a kiss under your ear.
Pulls you back with him to the corner of the room away from prying eyes.
Gris:
Pauses before he process your words then let's out a small sigh.
Taked your hand in his while rubbing the top of it with his thumb.
"Is that how you plan to torture me today?"
"Darling, are you really that excited tonight?"
Tries to keep his hands to himself but might let's his hands linger near your waist or the small of your back.
Practically purrs when you return the affection to him.
Bro:
Eyes widen before he glances around, making sure that the kids weren't nearby.
Once the coast is clear he'll lean down to kiss the side of your mouth, teasing you back.
"Cmon sweetheart, the kids just left."
"How about we finally get us some alone time?"
Let's you run your hands over his chest while he basks in the warmth of your hands.
Once you're over with the teasing he lifts you up and kisses you properly on the mouth.
Follo:
Takes him a moment to process your words before he's a sputtering and blushing mess.
Practically loses it the moment you press your hands to his chest.
"H-hey! You know how much that m-makes me blush!"
"Please...I'm already so embarassed..."
Finally wraps his hands around your waist hoisting you closer to his face but his blush doesn't diminish at all.
Tamsy:
Takes a moment before catching on to what you're doing and comes back even faster.
Gently threads Tokushins thread against one of your hands, gently tugging you towards him.
"No, no, no. You don't get to just walk away after that."
"How about taking some responsibility for this, hmm?"
Wraps his hand around you thigh and pulls you closer to him.
Before you know it, Tokushins binding you down as Tamsy pulls you away from the crowd.
Delmon:
For once, the big hunk of a man is actually quiet.
He lowers himself to your level and lets you move his hat away.
"Sweatheart? Are you trying to squeeze my heart out?"
"Youre going to make me act unprofessional with the way your talking..."
he presses a small kiss to the top if you forehead and hoists you up closer to him.
Corvus:
He laughs at your forwardness at first then drops his hand to the nape of your neck, pulling you in closer.
Probably pulls you closer to his desk so he could get a better look at the expression on your face.
"Dearest, are you trying to kill me?"
"Atleast let me spare myself some face."
His glaves slowly start to come off as he trails it lower down your neck.
Gives up once you start touching his chest and pulls you in.
August:
His glasses comically fall off as he resgiters your words and almsot flails back.
Looks around before moving closer to you and leaning down to look at your eyes properly.
"You're really trying to make me faint, huh!?"
"C'mon! You know youre the only thing that makes me procrastinate!"
Actually takes in a large deep breath before carefullly placing his hands on your hips.
Before you know it, hes peppering kisses over your neck.
Tomme:
Has to close the book shes reading and gives you her full attention - a fond smile on her face.
She holds your hand, rubbing her thumb over the top of it before bringing it closer to her face.
"You know, I won't be able to finish my reports with you hanging around and talking like that."
"You've been flirting with me all day, what's the occasion?"
Pushes her notebook aside and gives you her full attention.
Semiu:
Smiles as she moves her dirty magazine to the side and gives you her full attention.
Playfully presses her finger to your collarbone and drags it up your neck.
"I still have a chunk of paperwork and youre out here making me distracted."
"Maybe I can leave the rest of the load for Corvus? My girl's waiting for me."
Kisses the top of your head and wraps her fingers with yours.
The paperwork is forgotten as Semiu hoists you on the counter and places herself between your legs.
You're chatting with Semiu and suddenly there are arms wrapped around your waist, you're sitting in the passenger seat and one of his hands is glued to your thigh, you fall asleep alone but wake up to a warm chest pressed against your back. Enjin is such a velcro boyfriend and the worst part is it's not even conscious. He follows you around everywhere, would glue his hand to yours if given the option, but still finds clingy people bothersome. Even if you point out how clingy he is, he will not get it. Oh well, why complain anyways?
gris knows when he’s near his limits. with his back hunched over and feet dragging, he feels the exhaustion from his mission pulling the life out of him.
he’s certain he’ll surrender to sleep before he makes it to the shower, but that was before he officially stepped inside his room.
as soon as he opened his door, he was met with a barrage of kisses from none other than you, his hands searching your shoulders as soon as he could process it.
“woah—!” he yelped, embarrassingly loud before he quieted down into a softer, “hey.”
your kisses replaced your own spoken “hello” back, until you settled down and the words you’d been waiting to speak all day came out.
“i missed you so much!” your hands found his waist in a hug, his own body fully relaxing under your touch.
he at last shut the door, hugging you back as he fully stepped in, taking in your warmth and familiar scent that acted as a remedy to his exhaustion. when he let his head drop to yours, a sigh bigger than expected escaped him, followed by a small smile.
oh, he needed this.
“i missed you too.”
and much, much more than you probably thought.
he could fall asleep just like that if he wanted, but he figured his weight on yours wouldn’t prove comfortable on your end. so instead he returned the favor by planting two or three kisses on your lips, albeit lazily, still full of love. you on the other hand resisted the urge to tackle him again, trying not to wear him out more than he already was.
when you went to take off his hat and untie his boots, easing his load, he realized the sudden surge of life that came back into his veins. coming full circle back to the face he was met with every morning was a kind of satisfaction gris never knew of.
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Imagine: The first time Enjin asked you to paint his nails, it came completely out of nowhere.
You were sitting in the base’s common room, sprawled across the couch with a book, when he appeared in the doorway. He had only gotten back a little while ago: his hair was still slightly damp from the shower, his choker sat around his neck as usual, and he was wearing that same stretched-out old T-shirt he stubbornly refused to throw away for some reason.
You glanced up for barely a second.
“If you’re here to steal my snacks again, there aren’t any left.”
“You always assume the worst of me.”
“Because yesterday there were snacks, and today there aren’t.”
“What a remarkable coincidence.”
He walked over, dropped down beside you, and stayed suspiciously quiet for a while.
You turned a page.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Enjin.”
“What?”
You slowly lowered the book. He was looking at you with a perfectly innocent expression. Then he placed a small bottle of black nail polish right on top of the open page.
You looked at him. Then at the polish. Then back at him.
“No.”
Enjin laughed.
“Will you do them for me?”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t you do it yourself?”
“I can.”
“Then why do you need my help?”
He shrugged.
“You’re neater.”
“How would you know?”
“I’ve seen your hands.”
You went quiet for a few seconds. So did Enjin. Then his smile widened just a little.
“Wow. That was a very meaningful silence.”
“Don’t even start,” you scoffed.
“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I can just tell on a subconscious level when you’re about to say something inappropriate.”
“Actually, I was going to say I’m touched by how much attention you pay to my compliments,” Enjin said, putting on an exaggeratedly offended expression.
You smacked him in the shoulder with your book, but took the polish anyway.
“Give me your hands.”
Enjin obediently held them out.
“Careful,” he warned.
You gave him a disbelieving look.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course. This is an important part of my style.”
“Oh, just shut up.”
He did. You held his hand in yours, carefully dragging the brush across each nail. The old polish had chipped in several places, so you had to clean everything up first before applying a fresh coat.
Enjin was unexpectedly still. So still, in fact, that after a while you were the one who looked up at him.
“What?” he asked, smiling at you.
“Nothing.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said ‘nothing’ today, and both times you were lying.”
“I’m just thinking.”
“That’s an extremely dangerous habit for you.”
“Very funny.”
You went back to painting.
His fingers were long, and there were several small scratches across his knuckles from the last job. Without thinking, you paused over one of them.
“Where did you get this?”
Enjin looked down at the same spot.
“Don’t remember.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“I really don’t.”
You clicked your tongue quietly.
“You could at least disinfect these once in a while.”
“Yes, Mom.”
You squeezed his finger harder.
“Ouch!”
“Accident.”
“Sadist.”
“Other hand.”
When you were finally done, Enjin stretched both hands out in front of him, critically inspecting the result.
“Good.”
You stared at him indignantly.
“Good?”
“Very good.”
“I’ll accept that.”
He wiggled his fingers.
“So I can’t touch anything now?”
“At least ten minutes.”
Enjin immediately looked at the table, where his mug was sitting. Then at you.
“Even coffee?”
“Even coffee.”
He let out a dramatic sigh.
“A cruel price to pay for beauty.”
You opened your book again.
“Deal with it.”
Enjin was still sitting beside you on the couch. At first, he stayed quiet, staring at his mug as though he were trying to drag it toward himself with sheer force of will.
Eventually, he gave up and turned to you.
“Hey.”
“No,” you answered immediately.
“But I haven’t even...”
“You want coffee.”
“I want coffee.”
You looked at him. Then at his hands, held carefully out in front of him. And finally picked up the mug.
“Open your mouth.”
Enjin blinked.
“You’re serious?”
“Or wait ten minutes.”
He leaned closer. You carefully brought the mug to his lips. Enjin took a sip without taking his eyes off you.
“Convenient,” he remarked.
“Don’t get used to it.”
He only smiled. As it turned out, he did get used to it. Because a couple of weeks later, Enjin showed up again in the evening.
This time, he didn’t even say anything. He simply sat down beside you and placed the bottle of black polish on the table.
You looked at him.
“Seriously?”
He held out his hand.
“It chipped.”
“And?”
“Looks bad.”
“Can’t you do it yourself?”
“I can.”
“Then why me?”
Enjin tilted his head slightly.
“Tradition.”
“What tradition? We’ve done this once.”
“Everything has to start somewhere.”
It was surprisingly difficult to argue with such incredibly stupid logic. So you picked up the polish again.
And eventually, it really did become a tradition. After long missions. Before important assignments. Sometimes late at night, when everyone else had already gone back to their rooms and the base had become unusually quiet.
Enjin would find you, sit down beside you, and hold out his hands. Sometimes you talked. Sometimes you argued. Sometimes he told you completely pointless stories while you tried not to paint half his finger black because he refused to stop gesturing.
“Stop moving,” you would grumble.
“I’m not moving.”
“You literally just waved your hand around.”
“That was an emotional necessity.”
“One more emotional necessity and you’ll be walking around with a black palm.”
That usually made Enjin stay still.
For a little while, anyway.
But the evenings you liked most were the ones when, for some reason, he became quiet.
He would simply sit across from you, his hand resting in yours while you slowly covered his nails in black polish.
One evening, you were almost finished with his last hand when Enjin suddenly asked,
“What if I stop painting them?”
“What?”
“My nails.”
You shrugged.
“Then you stop.”
“So that means the tradition is over?”
“I guess.”
He looked down thoughtfully at his fingers.
“Then I won’t stop.”
You snorted.
“Oh my God, Enjin.”
“What?”
“You know you can just come hang out with me without needing an excuse.”
He went quiet. So did you.
It took you a couple of seconds to realize exactly what you had just said. The brush froze above his pinky.
Enjin slowly lifted his eyes to yours.
“I can?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“No, no.” His lips were already pulling into that familiar smile. “Too late.”
“Enjin…”
“So the nail polish was never actually necessary?”
“Give me your hand.”
“I could’ve just said, ‘Hey, I want to spend some time with you’?”
“Enjin.”
“All that nail polish wasted for nothing…”
You finally finished the last nail and let go of his hand.
“Done. Get out.”
“Can’t.”
“Why not?” you asked with a laugh.
He dramatically raised both hands.
“They’re not dry yet.”
You stared at him in silence. Enjin settled more comfortably into the couch.
“Guess I’ll have to stay here a little longer.”
And somehow, that was the moment you finally realized that the black nail polish had quietly stopped being anything more than an excuse a long time ago.
synopsis: the reason why you love them
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: literally just fluff!!, mentions of throwing up in Zaynes'
Zayne
Your whole head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Moving even an inch makes you whine in pain, nausea settling deep in your stomach, skin nearly on fire.
It's basically hell.
"You should eat something." Zayne's cool hand settles on your forehead, and you immediately sigh in relief.
"M'just gonna throw it up again..." You complain, squirming into his touch. He hums, keeping his hand nice and cool as he presses it into your cheek.
"You might not. You need to give your body some energy to get better." He starts adjusting the pillows, so you reluctantly sit up, despite the immediate wave of vertigo.
"Open." He murmurs, blowing on a spoon and holding it up to your mouth. You drink the soup, humming at the really good taste.
"Did you make this?" You ask after swallowing, somehow already feeling better. He nods, and just now do you notice the dark circles under his eyes.
"It's a family recipe. I called my mother for it." He feeds you another spoonful, and you see the small squares of orange in it, raising a brow at him. He huffs and, as if demonstrating, scoops a portion of soup without any of the carrots.
When the bowl is drained, he helps you drink some water, then runs a cool damp cloth over your forehead.
"You take such good care of me." You mumble, already starting to feel drowsiness settle into you. He hums, pressing a kiss to your burning forehead as he tucks you in.
"I'll always take care of you. I promise."
Sylus
"It doesn't hurt that bad."
You say it for what's probably the fourth time, but the knit in Sylus's brows doesn't budge. He studies the cut on your cheek carefully, checking it's depth and frowning when you wince.
"You're lucky you don't need stitches." He pulls away to set up some supplies and you find yourself immediately missing the warmth of his hands on your face.
"Do you think it'll leave a cool scar?" You try to catch his gaze, but he stays focused on what he's doing, returning to gently clean the wound.
"Hopefully not." He murmurs quietly, whispering an apology when you wince from the sting.
"It's just a small cut, Sylus. I'll be fine." The soft tone of voice is necessary given the worry on his face, the slight fear in his eyes at the sight of your spilled blood. A reminder that you could be taken from him far too soon.
"I know. Perhaps you should be more careful next time, sweetie." He finishes bandaging it, kissing you gently as a sign he's done.
"I will be. Plus, I have my own personal nurse to take care of me if I do, so I'll be fine!" Your teasing smile makes him shake his head, pulling you into his lap with a grin.
"I don't believe a nurse would treat you the way I do." As if to prove his point, he bites your bare shoulder, making you help.
"Ow! What are you doing, trying to suck my blood or something?" You smack his arm, making him grin for the first time tonight.
"I should be allowed a taste as payment, don't you agree?"
Valko
"Are you cold?"
Valko holds you closer, though you have no idea why he could be asking that, since he'd already bundled you in your hoodie, then his hoodie, and then a heavy blanket from his car.
"Not at all. Are you sure you aren't?" You gesture to his bare arms, courtesy of the sleeveless shirt he'd donned for tonight. He shoots you a toothy grin, leaning in to kiss your nose.
"Of course not. I run hot. Plus, we're in my natural habitat. I'm used to it."
Indeed, when Valko had suggested camping, you'd been excited for a multitude of reasons. One of which was seeing him so relaxed out in nature, something you rarely get to see.
"Do you want a smore?" He's already getting it ready, roasting the marshmallow to perfection and carefully assembling. Of course, the square of chocolate is massive, but you can't complain when he presents it to you with a proud grin.
You move to unwrap your arm from all the layers so you can take it from him, but he doesn't let you, instead holding it up to your mouth so he can feed it to you.
"Mmm! It's good!" You mumble around warm marshmallow and chocolate. He shoots you a toothy grin, one that still makes your heart stutter.
He makes a few more, mostly feeding them to you and eating them when you protest that you've had too many.
The warmth of the fire and fullness of your stomach has your eyelids feeling heavy. Despite the dark forest, you feel perfectly safe with Valko. When you rest against his solid form, you know he isn't going anywhere.
"I was thinking..." You start, flopping down on your back and smiling a bit as your pillow puffs up around your head. "...that I should shave it off." Your arms raise instinctively as Sylus pulls the covers over your naked bodies, a silver brow arching perfectly as he looks at you.
"Did I... perform poorly?" He doesn't lay down fully, rather he perches himself on one elbow to lean over you. Now, it's your turn to raise a brow. "You were incredible, you made me cum like six times."
"Then why on earth is your first thought when we finish about shaving your pubic hair?" Admittedly, when he puts it like that, you suppose you could have waited until tomorrow. "I just... It caught my attention when I was riding you." It's a sheepish confession, not that you're entirely self conscious of having body hair. "Clearly I didn't do good."
"Wha-" Sylus is moving to hover over you, licking his tongue as he tilts his head. "You were too busy admiring your own bush to take in how good I was making you feel?" Oh, this conversation was going a completely different direction than you had intended.
"You can be honest, sweetie. Was I not good tonight?" Oh for fuck's sake. "No, Sy. You were incredible. I mean that, I think I was getting in my own head about my hair."
It had been months since you'd felt like that to be totally honest. "You know you have nothing to be self conscious of, right? I love you, every single inch of you."
"I know you do. It really wasn't my intention to make it seem like I didn't enjoy myself I just... have poor timing I guess." You snort softly as Sylus lifts the sheets, peering down your body to look at the hair in question. "I rather like the hair, to be honest. But if you want to try a smooth cut, I'd be more than happy to help you accomplish it."
"You want to shave it for me?" The sheets fall back over your bodies as Sylus leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth. A smile pulling at his own as he drags his nose along your warm cheek. "What, you don't think I could give you a good hair cut?" Oh, is that what we're calling it?
"I mean with your singing and drawing skills..." a bark of laugher rattles your frame as he unexpectedly tickles your sides. "You're forgetting my impeccable gun building skills, cooking skills, my fruit vending..."
"Alright, alright, hot shot. You can shave her tomorrow, I think I do wanna give the bald look a try."
You snort as he settles, half on the mattress, half on your body. Warm, steady, and laughing softly. The whole conversation is delirious from sleep, a good fucking wearing you both out. Despite his previous worry.
imagine waking up in enjin’s room, the spot where his back’s usually pressed up against you feeling unusually empty. he doesn’t like getting up whenever the two of you are in bed together, so this was a little unusual.
but when you look up and blink the sleep away, he’s sat at the desk in his room, back facing you and grumbling away at something underneath his breath.
his shirt’s still off from last night.
the gorgeous map of his tattoos are on full display— the ones you’ve traced multiple times in light and in dark. they’re captivating, from the two black dots at the nape of his neck to the smooth zigzags and swirls that adorn his body. the sight itself makes your mouth water already.
you find yourself staring a little longer than you would’ve allowed yourself to, and you only notice when enjin turns his head to check in on you.
a crooked grin greets you, dimples flashing. “good morning to you, gorgeous. enjoying the show?”
you blink once before darting your gaze away. “you could say something like that.” a deep chuckle comes from his chest, and he moves from the desk over to you. “cute.”
and then his stupid self decides that it’d be a good idea to lay his whole body on top of you, humming into your neck and crushing you underneath.
“enjin, get the hell off me,” you wheeze, smacking his bare back, which does absolutely nothing. “no.” he says simply, pressing multiple pecks into the crook of your neck.
you sigh in defeat, knowing that there’s not much else you can do about the ridiculously large man on top of you. but he’s your ridiculously large man.
your arms come to wrap around him, embracing his warmth, and you can swear you feel his smile spread against your skin. he lifts his head up and meets his lips with yours, a sweet, soft thing.
he pulls away with a dreamy sigh. “i love mornings with you.”
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Enjins girlfriend who Amo has grown utterly attached to
You're just so sweet and compassionate, so kind to Amo, so why on earth are you with... him? Amo gets so mad when she sees Enjin touching you at all, a hand on your shoulder gets her absolutely fuming. That mean, smelly man is taking away time that could be spent with her favorite person! God forbid she sees you two kiss, she's immediately hitting his arm and yelling about how he can't touch Amo's friend! It becomes a whole rivalry, and Enjin's immaturity gets the best of him, because why is that little freak trying to steal away his girl!
There are however moments, where Enjin sees you two, and it's almost... cute to him. You're helping Amo with her hair or fixing her dress, and his heart just melts. You act so maternal towards her, so gentle, so soft. For a second, he can picture some reality where she's your daughter and the three of you are a real family. And then Amo yells at him to get out.
Sylus is the type of man who would see right through your intentions the moment you approached him while he's sitting on the sofa, his eyes lingering briefly over your loose shirt, its upper buttons undone, and the tight shorts you wore beneath it. His crimson eyes would lock with yours, answering to the alluring way you looked at him.
As you slowly straddled him, settling onto his lap with your lips slightly parted, the teasing sway of your hips made his expression fall into a frown, as if struggling to hold on to his sanity. His hands instinctively settled on your waist, while your arms rested gently against his shoulders, your shirt slipping slightly off.
And when you lean closer and breathe against his ear? His jaw immediately clenches, and he grips your waist tightly in restraint.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.”
Smirking, you plant a soft, wet kiss on his neck, then on his lips. “Why? Afraid you’ll lose?”
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