Hi! Can i ask for Dry Humping Headcanons for Lumine and Aether for female reader? Thanks
Both Travelers have had their fair share of loves, but they'd never last enough time to develop anything overly emotional. Honestly, all they've truly had is each other since birth. So when they see broken families on their separate adventures, it cuts them to the core. Sometimes each will roll over in their respective campsites to expect the other to have their back. Only to find it empty.
Until you.
Lumine never wanted to fall again. Familial, love, she had to stay strong against deep connections. She couldn't lose anymore, couldn't lose you. So when you rolled over in your sleep and wrapped your leg around her, she froze, eyes blown and heart caught in her ribs. Sure, you'd shared lingering glances and touches, hints of elemental energy that buzzed between. But to think you were this deep...she shuddered.
She let you do your thing until you came. She thought that would be the end of it, but little did she know, that night inspired her own dreams; she did the same thing to you. Until it became a nightly ritual and the two of you remained a tangle of limbs.
Aether was similar to his sister in the ways of love, except his emotions tended to give himself away. You both knew you liked each other, but he'd never outright say it in plain words. He'd do things for you or tell you that your friendship meant the very world to him.
So one night beneath the stars when you rolled over and rested your arm over his chest, his skin burned as if you'd placed hot coal on him. Only then did he realize his raging sleep boner.
The boners didn't stop that night, either. Wet dreams haunted him. He wanted to kick himself over his stupid biological response to something so small. The cuddling turned more significant as time went on. Until he often found himself grinding into your leg groggily each morning. Once the two of you passed the point of no return, the touching and humping and rolling became routine each private chance the two of you could get. (and not so private sometimes.) It wasn't even that he was just sexually repressed, he kept telling himself. He just missed being touched so much that he would take hold of it and solidify it into his body one way or the other.
