I Love Ficitional Wo(Men)

The sound of clopping from outside your house, makes you look up from the drawing you're working on. You raise up from the floor and peek out from behind the torn blinds and a grin spreads across your face. “He's here!” You whisper and go to wake up your dad from his place on the couch. “Hey, hey! Dad, he's here! Mr. Alto is here!” You slap your dad on the face a few times from the sheer excitement. Your dad's friend, Alto, stops here from time to time and he always has cool stories to tell about his adventures. Whether they're true or not, you don't care, you just like them. You've actually started drawing his stories on paper, so you're extra excited to show him today! Slapping your dad a few more times, you run to the front door and swing it open. Stepping outside, you run up to the spot you always greet him at and start waving frantically at him. He gives a wave back and a smile, but you notice something or someone is clinging onto him from behind - you can see the skinny arm wrapped around his waist. “Who is that?” You think to yourself. “I didn't know he had a son.” You're too excited to care honestly, and when the Ground horse comes to a stop and Alto gets off you run and jump into his arms. He catches you and laughs at your excitement. “Hey kid! It's been a while huh? Is your dad around? I need to speak to him for a moment.” He then glances back at the boy who's sitting on the Ground horse still and tilts his head to come on down. When the boy jumps down, the first thing you notice is his eyes. They're like a dark yellow and they look empty and sad. You almost feel bad for him, so you walk up to him and stick out your hand for a shake. Your father always said it's polite to introduce yourself when meeting someone for the first time. Alto watches with a gentle look crossing his features. You give your name to the boy and he looks down at your hand. Noticing the tattoos on both his arms, you don't comment on it because he tries to cover it up when he sees you staring. You tilt your head to the side when he doesn't grab your hand and you put it down awkwardly, turning your head to stare at Alto and realize he's already inside your house. That idiot. “So…are you Alto’s son? I've never knew he had one, you guys don't look alike thou-” 

“Enjin.” The boy says suddenly.

You look up and give a quick ‘huh’.

“My name…. It's Enjin.”

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  “You're thinking too much again.” You say as you walk past Enjin from his position on the couch. “Keep that up and you might actually become smart.” He lets out a chuckle and goes to reach into his pocket for a cigarette. “Yeah, I just might.” He lights it up and takes a long drag from it. “You okay though? Looks like you were deep in thought.” You sit down beside him and lean into his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you and squeezes you close, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He adjusts himself to lay his head in your lap and your hand immediately goes to hair and starts playing with it. 

The room felt stiflingly hot, but goddamn you were so horny. The way Enjin’s large, tattooed hands run up and down your body - squeezing anything and everything he can grab. His cock pushing in and out of your tight hole. You let out a loud moan that makes Enjin slap a hand over your mouth. He leans forward, hips pressing flush against your ass, his breath hot against your ear as he shushes you gently - cooing sweetly about how good you are and that if you're too loud he'll have to stop. You pout and squeeze your walls around his cock as a way of showing him you're listening and that you don't care if people hear. He lets out a gasp and bites down on your shoulder, which makes you let out a groan in pleasure. “Evil doll, ain'tcha? Don't come cryin’ to me when Semiu or the Boss get onto ya.” He grunts out as he goes back to filling you up.

“Zan..ka…” You breathe out and reach up a bloodied hand to touch his face. He catches it and breaths out the air he didn't realize he was holding. “Shush, Eishia will be here soon. Save yer breath.” You let out a laugh but it mostly comes out in a wheeze and it sends you into a coughing fit. Zanka clenches his teeth and can't help the next words that come out of his mouth: “Yer an idiot! Why didja do that?” When your lungs settle you can't help but smile again. “Because, I love you, you idiot. And I meant it when I said I would die for you. That wasn't-” You take in a deep breath “That wasn't me being all sappy. I truly…truly love you Zanka Nijiku.”

He clenches his teeth as tears gather in his eyes. “I…I love you too. I love you so damn much. Please, please don't die. I don't know…. I don't know if I can do this alone. Not anymore. Please.” You reach for him again and he grabs your hand and squeezes gently. Tears now gather in your eyes at how vulnerable he's being. How…. trusting he's being. “Zanka.” You say as you feel darkness cloud your vision. He looks down at you and cradles the back of your head with his hand. “I'm here fer you. What is it?” He asks. “Can you hold me closer? I’m…. I'm scared. I… I don't want to die.” Zanka bites his lip hard until it bleeds. He wants to do what you ask, but he needs to keep pressure on your wound to prevent any more blood loss. “Yer not gunna die. Not while I'm here, just…no more talking, alright? Focus on staying awake.” You hum in agreement and continue to stare into his eyes, to let him know you're still here, still alive.

Suddenly, a voice calls out: “We're here! Where are you guys!” It’s Tomme, and Zanka’s eyes widen and he calls out immediately. “Over here! Please hurry!” The footsteps approach closer and Tomme, alongside Eishia and Gris come into view. Gris and Tomme hold an extension cord in each of their arms and Zanka feels himself relax, only a little though, when he realizes he doesn't have to move you.

“Quick hurry and plug them together!” Eishia says and quickly finds her vital instrument wrapped around her neck. “Zanka, um, can you step back please? They should be-” Her eyes widen when she realizes that… You're not breathing anymore. Zanka’s head whips fast over to you. When did you…? “No…. No, no, no, nononono. Hey! Wake up!” Zanka slaps your face a few times and he feels tears form in his eyes. Eishia, while shaking, quickly drops to her knees and starts administering CPR. While she presses on your chest, Gris has Zanka in a tight hold as he's trying to get to you. He's not sure what he'll do, but he just knows he needs to get to you. He's yelling your name, telling you to get up, wake up! But you're unresponsive. Eishia doesn't give up, she keeps pushing on. Sweat is dripping down her poor forehead, and she's full blown crying now. She's trying her best, bless her, but it's no use. Zanka knows it too. He's no longer fighting because he knows the truth. You're gone and it's all his faul-

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Zanka opens his calmly, though his heart is beating fast, and realizes he's staring at a ceiling. Not just any ceiling, the one that's in the infirmary at HQ. “You mumble when you sleep, you know.” A voice he recognizes immediately. He turns his head and looks into the familiar colored eyes of the ones he knows. He doesn't react to seeing you alive. He doesn't know how. Was it all a dream? Yes, a dream, well more like Jabber’s hallucinations, but it wasn’t real. That's all that matters. He lets out a sigh in relief. You tilt your head when he doesn’t respond to your quip. “Zanka?” You ask and sit up in your chair. He too sits up and takes in his surroundings. Everything feels familiar and he's so grateful for that.

“Everything okay? You were pretty out of it from Jabber’s poison you know. 2 days at least. I was worried.” You speak softly and it makes something in his chest ache to hear your voice normally and not struggling to breath. He swallows, voice thick and sore from lack of use, and it cracks a little when he speaks, “Yeah, m’fine. Just sore I guess.” You purse your lips, not believing him, but you don't push any further. You reach out, grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. He looks down at your intertwined hands and rubs his thumb over your hand. He doesn't speak another word, just stares at your hands. “Zanka?” You speak up and he looks over at you. “You don't…..have to talk about what you ssw, but just know that I love you and I'm here for you. “ A squeeze of your hand is all you received in return.

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-----30 Minutes Back-----

"So you wanna tell me what the hell that was?" You ask with venom laced in your voice. Tamsy turns his head as he puts Tokushin on his dresser. He turns his body enough to side eye you. "Hm? What do you mean?" He asks and grips his hair tie before pulling it in one fell swoop. It falls beautifully, framing his face perfectly and the little strands that stick out on the sides are hidden underneath now.

Fuck you Caines.

He knows exactly what you're talking about. You can see it in his eyes, the way he's testing you. Waiting for you to react. You take a moment, eyes closing and breathing in and out slowly so you don't wring his fucking neck. "That shit that went down between Rudo and Follo. You could've at least did something! I saw how Tomme looked at you. She's suspicious, and what if you get caught?! What if we get caught? What then?!" Your breathing is ragged now, and you start wringing your hands together from the stress.

"God you're annoying sometimes." Tamsy's inner self is saying. "How did we get paired up together? Eck, what a pain." On the surface Tamsy just blinks boredly and then sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look you worry too much. What's Tomme gonna do, hm?" He tilts his head to the side. "And besides, if she starts getting too nosy, then you will just have to find a way to get her off of our backs. Okay?" He grabs both sides of your face with his hands and presses a gentle kiss to them.

You pull away suddenly, not wanting to let this go. "We need to be more careful, Tamsy. What if- "

A hand suddenly comes around your throat. Not choking, but his thumb is resting where your wind pipe is. Ready to if needed. "What if she does? What if she does this? What if she does that? What if? What if?" He sneers at you. "You know, for someone who's on my side of things, you really ask too many questions. I'm almost embarrassed to be on the same team as you." His expression takes one of pity , fake pity mind you, as he watches your eyes widen at the sudden switch. You know Tamsy can flip on a dime when he wants, but it still doesn't make it any less scary.

You swallow heavily, feeling his thumb massage your throat in gentle circles - almost as if he's contemplating. It doesn't take long for him to decide, as his thumb presses harshly against your throat. You gasp and grab his wrist instinctively, trying to stop him from pressing down any further. There's a glint in his eye, an enjoyment of sorts, that he finds of seeing the fear in your eyes. How you grab onto him, trying to stop his advances.

He leans in close, lips barely brushing against your own and calmly states: "I need you to calm down. You're freaking out over nothing. Need I remind you of who you're working with? Who-" He squeezes harder. "you're talking too?" Your nails dig into his arm and a few tears start to fall. Tamsy lips stretch into a sadistic grin - he's finding this very enjoyable, but he also knows when to stop. You gasp and cough when he suddenly let's go - tears and drool fall from your face and onto the floor. You sob quietly and curl into a fetus position and just lie there until his footsteps fade for a moment. You hear him at his bed and what sounds like a mattress and blankets being moved around. When he returns, he's standing at your sad, pathetic state and you feel a hand come around the back of your neck. He pulls very hard and you cry out when he squeezes. In his other hand is a book that seems... familiar? It makes your blood run cold when you stare at it. The Watchman logo sits on the cover. Is he gonna-

...

You hum and smile as you feel his hands slowly caress over your neck and you can't help but flinch at the soreness there. Tamsy hums and presses another kiss, this time to your cheek. "Silly, always getting yourself into trouble hmm? You're lucky I'm here to always make you forget the pain, yeah?"

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Semiu doesn't have to use her powers to know that Zanka is coming down the hallway. The guy is practically running as he makes his way to the front entrance. Today is the day you come back from your mission from Hole Town. Apparently, Trash Beasts were lingering too close so you and your team were dispatched there to help clear them out. It was only supposed to last two or three days, but something came up that required you to stay longer. It lasted a whole week, and Zanka was not happy about it. Not because he doesn't think you're capable of taking care of yourself, no. He just worries too much and if you or anyone calls him out on it, he simply tells them to mind their business - aka “fuck off before I make you.”

Semiu continues to go through reports at her desk, not even sparing a glance as Zanka leans against the wall by the front door. It's silent for a moment, but a comfortable one, before she speaks up, “Should be here in about 5 minutes. I brought an extra chair for ya.” Is all she says without even stopping her work. “Thanks.” He mumbles and pushes off the wall. He sets it in the same spot and sits down, crossing one foot over the other. 5 minutes couldn’t get here fast enough, despite the fact he just sat down. He crosses his arms over his chest and starts tapping his pointer finger up and down while also moving his foot the same way. He kept glancing at the clock every 30 seconds, becoming more and more agitated that it’s not moving any faster.

Finally, after what felt like forever, again only 5 minutes have passed, the sound of the elevator doors opening, along with voices and footsteps filling the room make Zanka stand from his seat. He sees you immediately and you look tired. Eye bags hang under your eyes and your shoulders are hunched over, but as soon as you spot Zanka standing there your eyes light up and you speed up your walking a bit. He meets you halfway there and grabs you into a hug. You both wrap your arms around each other and just stand there, taking in each other's scent. “Mm I've missed you.” You say and he hums in return and rubs his hands up and down your back. “ ‘missed you too.” He says and presses a kiss to your cheek. Your heart squeezes from the giddiness at his confession. You swear if he ever asked you to marry, your heart might explode from cuteness aggression.

“I'm tired and I wanna take a proper shower. Meet me in my room in 20 minutes? I want cuddles. “ You say and pull away from him, reluctantly. “Yeah, but I'm showering with, I've waited too long and yer not getting outta my sight.” He smirks and grabs your hand, leading you towards the elevators.

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"Please let me hit. Just once." Enjin whines making you laugh and pat his head.

"No baby. We don't have condoms." You say and kiss his forehead. He whines again and makes grabby hands. "Please doll. I promise I'll pull out."

You quirk an eyebrow. "Enjin, I can still get pregnant from pre, you know that right?" It makes him groan and slams his head against the table.

"My life's over. No more pussy for meeeee." He sings, making you laugh loudly. You reach and grab his cheek. He raises his head again and sees that gleam in your eyes.

"I never said you couldn't use a different hole." You smirk, making Enjin blush and he quickly throws you over his shoulder.

You both feel a foot kick out, hitting Tamsy's cheek, making him raise his head up and smile softly. "See? They don't want me to leave. They're saying 'Let papa stay.'" You laugh and shake your head at his nonsense. "No, they're saying to let me get up before I pee all over this couch." He sighs in disappointment , giving a kiss to your belly before rising up from the floor.

He extends his hand out, to which you grab and let him help you up from your position. His hand comes to rest on your lower back, while the other holds your hand - guiding you to the bathroom. You give him a confused look, as he avoids eye contact with you. Instead focusing on getting you to the toilet. "Tamsy, I can go pee by myself. I am still capable of walking." But made no move to push him off, because you know he'll pout if you deny his help.

"I know, but the sooner you go pee, the sooner I can back to finishing our conversation with the little one." He says in a way that seems too serious. It makes you laugh out loud, which makes you suddenly squeeze his hand and double over. You gasp a little and Tamsy is immediately by your side, worry in his voice. "My love are you okay?! Is it time?!" Your eyes are wide as you stare at Tamsy. You giggle a little and say something that has Tamsy blinking at you in confusion.

"I think I peed a little." You say, still giggling. Tamsy brings a sleeved hand up to his mouth as he turns his head away from. From the way his shoulders shake, you can tell he's laughing. You slap his shoulder and quickly pull out of his grasp, trying to get to the bathroom quickly.

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"Your father is cruel." You say to your stomach after you finally managed to go pee and change your clothes. You sat on your shared bed and fluff the pillows, getting ready to sleep. Tamsy sighs and finishes the last button on his sleep shirt. "I did not laugh darling. I was merely scared thinking you were going into labor." You raise your brow at him, clearly not believing him. "Tamsy Caines. Do not gaslight me in front of our unborn child. They'll grow up thinking that's normal to do."

Tamsy laughs gently and walks over to the dresser where his hairbrush is. He picks it up and runs it through his hair one last time, making sure all the knots where out. "I would never." He says and sets the brush back, making his way over to you. You scoot over and turn away from him, so he can slide up behind you and wrap his arm around you. He presses a kiss against the back of your neck before snuggling into it. "Goodnight you two. I love you." You murmur and close your eyes, exhaustion suddenly catching up to you.

He hums and squeezes you gently. "Goodnight my darlings. I'll see you both in the morning."

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You groaned into Tamsy's ear, as he presses his body against yours. His arms grab your thighs and wraps them around his hips, letting his clothed erection rub against your clothed sex. He breathes heavily into your neck, laying sweet kisses there before nipping lightly.

You clench your teeth at the slight pinch his teeth were doing, making you pull his hair a little as a slight warning. "Don't leave marks now." You breath out into his ear. He shivers, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms, as you lightly nibble on his earlobe before pulling it with your teeth.

"I could say the same to you." He smirks and pulls his head away to look at you. Your eyes rake over his face. From the scar that splays from his right cheek, over the eye and disappears into his hair, to his piercing that sits just below his bottom lip."So pretty." You think, as you bring one hand - that was wrapped around his neck - to cup his face. Your thumb rubs his left cheek softly, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. You kiss his nose before rolling your hips up against his, making him grunt softly.

He open his eyes and narrows them at you. "You're bad." He whispers and squeezes your thighs roughly, the fat protruding through his fingers. You giggle and put your hand on his chest - pushing him lightly so you can switch positions. He lets you - letting go of your thighs, so you can hover over him, only to settle them on your hips.

You rest your weight on his thighs so you can view him in all of his glory. You're both still fully clothed. The only thing missing is your pants and his tie. His white shirt is unbuttoned, the skin barely peaking beneath it.

Your hand lands on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, and move it upward. You pass his stomach, making sure to caress his ribs, before you settle it over his right pec. He gasps softly, as your fingers strum over his nipple - your thumb comes into play as well - rubbing side to side to feel it harden. You bite your lip and smirk, as you dig your nail into his nipple - just hard enough for him to feel the light sting of his nerves being stimulated.

His jaw clenches, and he lets out a low growl - fingers flexing against your hips, making you giggle as you start grinding your sex against his cock. The rough feeling of his pants rubbing into your underwear leaves you wanting more, so you lean down, moving his shirt to the side and press your tongue flat on his nipple.

He sucks in a breath, making his head fall back on the pillow. His hands move to grip the back of your head, nails digging into you. You moan softly and close your lips around him, sucking a bit harshly, before flicking it with your tongue. He arches into you, letting out an airy laugh when he feels your teeth bite down. "Ah, that feels good darling." He moans out, cock straining harder against his pants. You giggle and continue to tease his nipple with your mouth, while your hand comes up to pinch and pull at the other one.

The throbbing between your legs is almost becoming too much to handle. You need him. Now. Giving his nipple one last suck, you raise your head up to press your lips to his. His lips felt soft against yours, making you moan and slip your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a small sound from the back of his throat, one of his hands coming to grip the back of your neck, while the other grips your ass.

His tongue dances with yours, sliding against each other, making drool slide down the corner of his mouth. You both continue this dance until the need for air pulls you away, panting into each other's mouth. You go to wipe the drool away, but Tamsy stops you by grabbing your wrist. His hand slides up to lace your fingers together, before his other hand leaves your ass, and reaches up to wipe it away with his thumb. He smears it on your lips like a lip balm, making sure everything is covered before he wipes his thumb dry on the blanket.

"Don't wipe it off." He says. "I wanna see what other fluids can coat those pretty lips of yours." You let out a small whine and grind more against him, clearly phased by his statement. "Fuck." You breathed out and raise back up on his thighs, "You always say the hottest shit."

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After your shower, you make your way towards the dining room. You pass Semiu and give her a quick greeting before making your way onward. The smell of food makes its way through your nose as you enter the dining room. Not many people are there, making it easy to navigate your way to get your fill and find a table.

You find a spot near the entrance when you hear someone call your name in a high-pitched voice, "Come sit with us!" Looking over, you see Guita, Dear and Bro sitting at a table together. You smile softly and make your way over. Guita meets you halfway and throws her arms around your waist. You balance the tray of food in one hand and pat the top of her head with the other.

"Guita...." Bro groans at her display "At least let them sit down with their food first...."

You laugh softly and reassure them that it's okay, that you don't mind. "It's a good way to make sure you're fully awake." You said and sat down beside Dear. The boy gives you a side eye, eyeing you up and down before huffing out from his nose. He chews on his pacifier before taking it out and eating a bite of his food.

He's annoyed.

You smile at him, before reaching over and patting his head. Just like you did with Guita. "Good morning to you too." You speak gently to him. He gives you another once over before he closes his eyes and nods once. You chuckle quietly, and pick up your silverware before taking a bite of your food.

He just wanted to be acknowledged too.

Bro sighs at Dear's display and shakes his head in disappointment. "Sorry about that." He mumbles. You wave your hand, "Don't worry about it." Bro still seems a little embarrassed, but doesn't make anymore comments.

You all eat, Guita spouting about her favorite kaijus, as if she hasn't told you a million times before. But you listen intently, showing her the appropriate reactions to her wild gestures. Bro had to remind her multiple times to eat her food, but as soon as she would take a bite, she's up and jumping around, food and spit flying out.

You try to hide your disgust, showing it behind a closed eye smile, but Bro was having none of it, "Guita, chew and swallow before talking! How many times do I have to tell you!?" Dear wasn't doing any better. Bro was having to remind him as well to not put his pacifier back in after eating. "He's not as bad now as when he was a little younger." Bro tells you, and you laugh a little. "It's good that he's learning, but I also understand about trying to stop bad habits."

You look over at the clock and your eyes widen. "Oh shoot, I should probably start heading out." You say and quickly stand and gather your things.

"Aww you're leaving already?" Guita pouts and Dear's eyebrows furrow in disappointment. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but it's my day off and I wanna head into town early and do some browsing and hopefully stop by that bakery before they sell out." You give the kids one more head pat and give Bro a nod before setting your plate in the sink. "I'll be back later!" You call out and wave to them. Guita waves back eagerly, "See ya!!"

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You hum a small tune as you approach the front entrance. Semiu is at her desk, flipping quickly through her magazine. "Heading out?" She asks without looking up. "Yeah, do you need anything?" You grab the jeep keys hanging on the wall.

"No thanks, I already asked Tamsy to grab what I need earlier." You turn your head towards the receptionist and blink once. "Tamsy? He's in town?" She nods her head, still not looking up. "Mhm. He's got today off too, so if you run into him, remind him to not forget that latest issue of LL." You shove the keys in your pocket and before nodding to her. "I gotcha, see ya in a few hours."

"Be careful." Is the last thing she says, before you make your way to the elevator. Pressing the button, you stand and listen to the sound of the creaking cables. The motor down below whirring like it needs WD-40. You aren't sure why you trust this thing, with the amount of times it's sounded like the cables could snap at any moment. Or how the doors would occasionally get stuck and you'd have to force them open.

You're pulled from your thoughts when the elevator chimes and the doors squeak open. You step in and press the button that leads to the garage. The doors creak close and you descend, feeling your stomach do a flip at the pull of the elevator. You grab the railing for stability.

It doesn't take you long to get to the garage. The doors open, slowly. Showing a bit of resistance, but eventually they open. You step out, your footsteps echoing throughout the garage.

Reaching the jeep, you take the keys out of your pocket to unlock the door. You slide in and close the door. Putting the keys in the ignition, you turn and the jeep roars to life. The engine rumbles, making the vehicle slightly vibrate. You throw your seat belt on, adjusting the rear view mirror, checking your side mirrors as well before adjusting your seat to your liking.

After double checking everything, you turn on the headlights, shift the gear into reverse and back up. Throwing it into drive, you speed off through the tunnel.

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You park somewhere outside the city, in a secluded spot, so the worry of anyone stealing it was low. Not impossible, but hopefully for you to have enough time to browse before someone can hot wire it. You take a deep breath of the poisoned air, walking through the entrance.

There were various shops open, ranging from jewelry, clothes, food, etc. You stopped at a shop that sold gloves. A lot of them were sewn back together. Some of them are silky and white. You take a look at the price of those. "Holy shit." You murmur.

"They come from the rich." The old lady running the shop tells you. Her voice sounded feeble and thin. She's hunched over, making her appear shorter than she actually is. Her face is wrinkly, making her eyes appear like she's always squinting.

You smile politely, "Really now? You mean from the Sphere, yes?" She nods her head. "Yep! My grandson came back with them when he was out in a No Man's Land." A frown appears on her, "Not after I gave him a good whippin' though!" She shakily raises her fist in the air. "I keep telling that dumbass not to go there, but he insists! He wants me to make a lot of money so I can retire soon." Her eyes turn glassy. "While that would be nice, I don't want him to risk his life for mine. He has more life in him than I do. I just wish he would focus on himself for a change. He's just like his mother." She shakes her head and sighs.

"Why not just raise the prices of the gloves you already have?" You ask and tilt your head. She laughs so hard, you think she might die right then and there. "My dear, I've tried that, but I lost so many valued customers, that I had no choice but to change it back. Besides, no one wants to pay for gloves that are found in the trash."

You hum and nod your head like you understand. "She has valued customers?" You think, before she leans in close. "So, are you interested in buying?" She eyes you up and down. A smile forms on your lips before you shake your head politely. "No ma'am, I only came to browse really, but thank you for the offer and the story."

She sneers at your decline. "Bah then get out of here! Wasting my time with you, when I could be making money!" You blink at her sudden change in personality. "Ah, I see." You think, "She was trying to make me feel bad about her and get me to buy something. How cruel." You turn and walk away, heading to another shop that sells bracelets.

As you're about to approach, a man passes by you. You only catch a glimpse, but you notice that his face is all bloodied and bruised. It's pretty normal for fights to break out here, considering you're on the Ground, so asking if he's alright might lead to another one.

As you're about to approach the bracelet shop, something else catches your eye. The bakery shop, the one you plan on stopping by last, comes into view. Or more like, the person standing in front of it.

Tamsy Caines.

His hair is a dead giveaway. You debate whether or not you should bother him. Since it's both of your days off and all. "He's got today off too, so if you run into him, remind him to not forget that latest issue of LL." Semiu's reminder echoes in your brain. Coming up with a decision, you begin to walk over to him.

As you approach, you notice he's wearing roller skates? "What the fuck?" You think to yourself. Tamsy's head turns at the sound of footsteps approaching behind him. He makes eye contact with you, making you smile softly. "Where'd you get those from?" You gestured towards the skates as you stopped in front of him. Tamsy turns his full body towards you, a little awkwardly though. "Ah, I got these at a shop a while back, I'd thought to try them out on my next day off." His voice is soft and melodic.

"Since you're here, I'm guessing it's your day off too?" He tilts his head to the side. "Yeah, I wanted to come and look around and hopefully get something sweet here at this bakery before they sell out." Tamsy hums, before readjusting the bag in his hand. You just noticed it, making you remember why you approached him in the first place. "Ah, Semiu wanted me to remind you about her magazine." He brings the bag up and shakes it a little. "Already got it. I was just about to get a slice of cake, would you like me to buy you one?"

You blink at him before narrowing your eyes. "What's the catch? You never give someone something for free." A pout forms on Tamsy's lips. "How cruel of you to think that, but yes you're right. All I want is for you to join me."

You blink once at his request. "Huh?" He chuckles at your reaction. "You heard me. Join me, on my day off. I would like some company." You ponder his words for a moment. "First he's buying me cake and he wants me to join him on his day off? He's got something up his sleeve."

Tamsy raises his brow at your lack of answer. "Well?" He asks, tilting his head. You shake your head before nodding, "Fine, I'll join you, but only because you offered to buy." He laughs before you both step inside the shop.

The smell of sugar and bread hits your nose, making you take a deep breath in. "I never get tired of this smell." You say as you breathe out. Tamsy hums in agreement. "It does smell nice." You both approach the counter where a bell sits with a note that says, "Please ring twice if no one is at the front." Tamsy reaches his hand out and rings the bell.

"Be right with you!" A deep baritone voice calls out from the back. You and Tamsy only wait for a few minutes before a chunky man steps out. He's covered in flour, the white contrasting against his dark skin. He approaches the counter and gives you both a big grin. "What can I get for ya today?"

"We're interested in buying two slices of the white, strawberry cake, like the one you have displayed outside." Tamsy speaks up, shoving his arms into his sleeves. The man nods his head. "That's a really popular choice! Just give me a few seconds alright?"

"Of course." Tamsy nods his head. The man walks back into the back, the kitchen you would presume, making you and Tamsy alone again. You take a look around the shop. A few images of different baked goods hang on the wall. On another wall, there are photos of people. "Must be his family." You think, staring at a small chubby kid in one photo. His smile matches the one the man has, so it's either him as a kid or his son.

Tamsy is staring at the display of sweets behind the glass counter. Some macaroons, cookies and cupcakes sit there, illuminated by the lights attached to the inside of the counter.

You consider buying some cookies, but you don't have much time to dwell on it, because the man returns with two slices of cake. They're wrapped up neatly, some of the frosting sticking to the parchment paper. A grin appears on your face, clearly unable to hide your excitement. Tamsy is watching you out of the corner of his eye, a smile appearing on his lips as well.

He pays for both slices and the two of you make your way out of the shop. He puts his slice in the bag, making you tilt your head in confusion. "You're not gonna eat it now?" You ask, staring at the bag where the cake sits. "Actually, I was hoping we could eat ours together at a cool spot I found." He gives you a sideways glance. "A cool spot huh?" You smirk, and set your cake in his bag as well. "Sure! Let's go."

Tamsy smiles and slowly skates his way forward, making you speed up your walking to keep up.

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This is not what you were expecting. When Tamsy said "a cool spot" you were expecting more like an abandoned carnival or a junkyard full of cars. Not a dungeon.

It smells like mildew and rust. There's dust and cobwebs everywhere, making you sneeze multiple times as you descend the stairs. Tamsy looks silly trying to go down, wobbling slightly from the skates. "Just take them off." You said when you watched him almost eat the ground for the 10th time. He just shakes his head, "I can't. I didn't bring any shoes with me. I planned on wearing these until I got back to HQ."

"I see." You murmur and hold out your hand to him. "Then at least let me help you before you lose your front teeth." Tamsy eyes your hand for a second before a small smile appears. He reaches out and grabs your hand. His fingers are cold against yours, as you both make your way slowly down the stairs.

You let go when he takes the last step, adjusting and checking the bag to make sure the cakes weren't messed up. While he's doing that, you take a quick look around. The walls are made of stone. Moss and mold run down the walls in some parts, while some were missing. Lanterns hang off the walls, providing a soft lighting effect. Where you guys are, the room is full of dirty crates and burlap sacks filled with something. You aren't too sure. "It's probably waaaayy too decomposed at this point." You think just as Tamsy finishes.

"Follow me, we aren't quite there yet." He motions and glides down a hallway where multiple lanterns hang. The walk there was mostly quiet, only the sounds of Tamsy's humming and both of your footsteps echo throughout the dungeon. You slow your walk to a complete stop when you notice a large, closed cell at the end of the hallway. "Is that it?" You nod your head towards the cell and Tamsy hums in confirmation. "Yep."

You turn your head towards Tamsy and give him a "you can't be serious" look. "That's it? That's the cool spot? What, we're gonna play Hell Guards and Robbers?" You jazz your hands. Tamsy narrows his eye at your attitude, lips forming a thin line. "Don't be rude. It's what it is that matters, more like who it is."

This piques your interest. "Who, as in, there's someone locked up there?" Your eyes widen. A smirk forms on his face, confirming your query. You run towards the cell, many theories filling your mind as to who it is. "Maybe it's some homeless lady who was looking for somewhere to sleep and she accidentally set off a trap in there, locking her in. Or a man who's running from his abuser and needs somewhere to hide. Or maybe its-"

The last thought gets cut off, but also proves who you were gonna think of as you approach the cell and grip the bars.

It's her....

Amo.

She's slumped over, chains hanging from her wrists. The only thing keeping her from falling. She looks awful. Her cheeks are hollowed in, lips are dry and cracked and her wrists have been rubbed raw from all of her weight being used to keep her up.

Her head is raised up, eyes wide open in fear at the sound of your approaching footsteps, but she relaxes as soon as she recognizes you. "Y-You were with Rudo and the others when you came to Amo's house." Her throat sounds hoarse, from either lack of use, screaming or both.

Your head drops and you grip the bars tighter. "Amo..." Your voice shakes, shoulders shaking as well. "Please help Amo. Amo is so scared." Tears well up in her eyes.

Your grip on the bars loosen, but you don't let go as you hear him approaching you both. You know who did this. It's obvious really. Raising up your head, you take a look at Tamsy and notice his hair is down. The clip that held it up was missing and parts of his hair hangs in his face. His eyes held no emotion or reaction at you finding him out.

You clench your fists on the bars again, and look at Tamsy with a calm expression. "Did you do this? Are you the one who kidnapped Amo and locked her in here?" Tamsy's eyes narrow and a sinister smile appears on his face. "Yes, it was me." He tilts his head, hair falling over his eyes.

Your head drops and you turn to look at Amo again. She looks up at you with a hopeful look, hoping you can get her out of this. "Please." She whimpers. You start shaking, your head dropping between your shoulders. But you aren't shaking from fear or anger.

You're laughing.

You let a giggle slip out and suddenly you can't control yourself. Your head lifts up, throwing your head back and letting out the loudest cackle you've ever done. Amo eyes widen in fear and confusion at your reaction. Why are you laughing? What's so funny about this?

Your sides start to hurt, as you clench them with your arms. Tamsy chuckles and approaches, putting a hand on your lower back. "Alright darling, that's enough. You're gonna give yourself a cramp from all that laughing."

Your laughter finally dies down a little and you look over to Tamsy. "How did I do? Was my acting any good?" You ask as you lean up against the wall. Tamsy laughs gently, "A 8/10. Would've loved to see her face if you said something like, 'I'm gonna get you out of here' or something like that." You nod your head in agreement. "Ah yeah, that would've been nice. I need to work on my improv skills." You put a hand to your chin.

Amo stares back and forth at you both. Confusion clearly written on her face. You giggle at her reaction, clearly enjoying this. "You don't seem to understand, so I'll explain it to you in simple terms: We tricked you." She blinks once and lowers her head. "I see, so you just came to hurt Amo."

Tamsy watches the scene and skates closer to the cell. He braces his hand against the wall, raising a leg up. "Oh man, it's not easy to walk in roller skates." You both laugh softly as he sits down carefully. "They don't let me do that up top."

Up top. The Sphere.

Your nose turns upwards at the mention, making a gagging noise. Tamsy looks at you from the corner of his eyes and huffs out a laugh. A sniffle is heard from the cell, making you both turn your heads.

"Tell what you want." Amo whispers out, voice cracking. "Hmm truth be told, right now I'm just keeping an eye on things. So you're gonna have to stay here a little bit longer."

Tamsy reaches into the bag, handing you your slice of cake. "I brought this as an apology." He says and reaches into the bag again. "This is what you wanted right? Cake." He holds out the other slice, making Amo perk up her head. She stares fondly at it, making you smirk at his next move. He brings it up to his mouth and takes a huge bite out of it. Eyes displayed in different directions. Almost comically.

You laugh cruelly at Amo's reaction. Her teeth clench in anger, rage of fire in her eyes. He makes a lot of chewing and slurping noises. Clearly to piss her off more. You also take your time eating your cake as well, not making the gross noises he is, but still wanna brag to Amo about what she can't have.

Tamsy has a sadistic smile on his face as he finishes the last bite, licking the frosting left on his thumb. "Mmm, this tastes amazing! I think I'll have some tomorrow, too." He throws the wrapper in front of the cell door.

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The walk back to the jeep didn't take long. You were still high on adrenaline and Tamsy seemed to feel the same way. You both were laughing maniacally and bumping into each other's shoulders. As soon as you both reach the jeep, he pushes you up against it and immediately captures your lips into a kiss.

It was sloppy and messy. Drool running down the corners of your mouth. His clothed cock was pressed up against you, already hard and throbbing. Hands roam your body, finding somewhere to grip before they settle on your ass, squeezing hard. It makes you groan out as you fist his hair and pull just as hard, making him whimper in response.

"Mm'fuck." He mumbles against your lips and pulls away, panting heavily. His hair is disheveled, his eyes are lidded, making you smile sweetly and press a kiss to his lips. "We shouldn't do this here, someone might see." You press your hands to his chest and lightly push him away. He doesn't protest when you do, fixing his hair back up the way he had it, smoothing it out. You fix your clothes and pull out the keys, unlocking the door.

"You wanna ride together?" You ask as you slide into the seat. Tamsy shakes his head. "Nah, I want to enjoy skating a little bit longer. This is really fun." He says, his eyes wrinkling at the corners. You giggle and start the jeep, letting it warm up.

"Alright, alright. Go have your fun." You say and reach out to grab his hand. He lets you pull him towards you, and presses your lips together. The kiss, this time, is slow and sensual, making you both moan simultaneously. When you pull away, a flush is dusted across his cheeks. “See you when you get home, pretty boy.”

He turns away to leave, but you reach out and slap his ass, making him jump and almost fall over. He manages to grab onto the open door and turns over to narrow his eyes at you. "You're evil." He says, making you laugh loudly. "We both are darling. We both are."

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AN: Listen, I love Amo a lot. I feel bad for her and she didn't deserve any of that. But fuck do I love Tamsy "Motherfucking" Caines. He's so evil and a bastard, but he's got pretty hair and he needs his butt ate real bad. ANYWAY, Pls do not come at me in the comments about this. ALSO, the reader was playing dumb the entire time. Talking to the kids, Semiu, the shop keepers. Yeah it was supposed to trick you too!!

"Zanka, it's time for dinner, wake up." You gently prod his shoulder. His head is under your neck, breath warm against your skin. One arm was trapped under your back, hand resting on the opposite side of your torso, while the other rested on your stomach. After an intense workout and some training, you both take a quick shower. Letting Zanka go first, since he tends to go all out, you want to make sure he can use all the hot water he needs to relax his aching muscles. Sometimes you go first, because he appreciates you helping him out so he'll return the favor as well.

After the showers, you both lay down and talk for a bit before drowsiness takes over you both, letting yourselves succumb to sleep.

You were the first to wake up, which leads to now: Having to wake him up for dinner. You prod his shoulder again, this time a little harsher. "C'mon on Zanka, we don't want the food to get cold." He squints his eyes open a little to glance at the clock. " Few more minutes." He exhales and turns over on the bed, releasing his hold on you. Bringing the back of his hand to his forehead, he stares up at the ceiling.

The new position makes you turn over to lay your head on his chest. You sigh in content, letting him have his way. "Fine, a few more minutes." You say and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. He makes a small noise and in return, presses a kiss to the top of your head.

He wraps his arms you this time, making you snuggle further into his embrace. "M'yeah a few more." You say again.

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Thanks for reading! Please don't use my works for AI training! I will pee on you.

You narrow your eyes at the tattooed blonde, ready to chew his ass out but Tamsy's melodic voice speaks up. "Look I'm not okay with this either, but he does have a point. The quicker we do this, the quicker it'll be over with." He goes to get in, but you stop him.

"I'd...rather you sit in my lap." You mumbled, avoiding his gaze. He blinks twice before sighing. "OK, that's fine. I don't care. Let's just go before everyone starts getting impatient." He steps to the side and let's you get in.

It was already cramped as it was, having to squeeze beside Zanka was already awkward enough, but having Tamsy's ass lightly brush the tip of your nose was the icing on the cake.

"..sorry." Tamsy mumbles and gently puts himself in your lap. You shift to get more comfortable. "Don't worry about it, it's not like you can help it."

Enjin peaks at everyone through the rear view mirror. "We all set? Comfortable?" He purposely eyes you and you flip him off in return. He smirks and starts the jeep, immediately shifting gears and speeding off. The ride starts off somewhat smooth. Only hitting a few bumps and holes in the road.

You kept your hands by your side, the weight of Tamsy in your lap was kind of comforting, like a weighted blanket almost. Every now and then he would lean back a little and you could feel his hair lightly tickle your nose, but when Enjin hit a rock or something he would lightly bump into you and he would lean forward again. Hands on the headrest, mumbling an apology.

Suddenly, Enjin took a sharp turn, making you grab Tamsy's waist with one hand and grabbing the door handle with the other. You feel Tamsy's body tense up as his hands grab the headrest to keep himself from falling into the others lap. The road suddenly disappears and all you can feel is big and small rocks rocking the vehicle.

The shake of the jeep makes Tamsy bounce lightly in your lap, his ass pressing against your crotch. You press your lips together and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore the feeling. Tamsy on the other hand has his head down, avoiding eye contact from everyone.

Then, the bouncing stops. The drive feels smooth, but unnaturally so. There's no rumbling of the tires on the ground, almost as if you're flyi-. Your eyes widen as you look over to your side of the window, you can no longer see the ground. The jeep was completely airborne.

But it ended just as quickly, and the jeep lands violently onto the ground. Making you grab Tamsy with both hands now, wrapping them both around his waist to keep him from hitting his head on the ceiling of the vehicle.

The jeep comes to a halt, making everyone jerk forward. "Alright! We're at the entrance! Everyone get your gear and full-face!" The sound of doors and the trunk opening makes you realize that your eyes were closed. You blinked a few times and look around, realizing you were at the location for the mission.

The sound of a throat clearing makes you turn your head. "Ah, your hands my dear. Please let go, would you?" You look down and realize your hands haven't left his waist.

"..oh.." Was all you could say and lifted your hands away. Tamsy opens the door and slides out of your lap. Him leaving your lap let's in a cool sensation to settle over you. You shiver and step out too, walking up to him. "Hey uh, sorry about touching you like that. It was more of an instinct to find somethi-."

"Don't worry about it." He interrupts, facing his back towards you, gathering his full-face. "You don't need to explain yourself. I know you meant no harm." As he's putting on his gear, you start searching for yours in the trunk.

As soon as you find yours, Tamsy is already fully masked and he turns towards you. "Besides," His voice is muffled, but you can hear him loud and clear.

His one eye looks at you through the mask, making you shift your feet. "I wouldn't mind doing that again." He walks past you, your mouth opened in shock. As he passes you your eyes catches something poking out between his legs.

Was he? Is he?

What?

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"Hey, you gotta another one?" You gestured towards the cigarette Enjin had between his lips. He takes a puff and holds it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Nah, this is my last one sweet cheeks." He smirks and blows the smoke out. "But if you're good and patient, when we get back to HQ, I might give you one." He leans his head back on the diner booth and takes another puff while keeping his eyes on you.

You try not to show your displeasure, because you know that's what he wants. So instead of coming back with a witty or asshole remark, you slide out of the booth and walk behind him. He looks up at you. "What? I already told you I don-" But you ignore his words and grab his hand, the one currently holding the cigarette.

His eyes widen as you lean down and take a huge inhale of his precious cigarette. You look at him in the eyes the entire time and he's too stunned to pull his hand away. When the cigarette is practically gone is when you straighten up and instead of leaning your head back like he did, you just kept his gaze as you blew the smoke right in his face.