#mono writes

Tears, tears, tears, and more tears. That’s all that came out of you. The nightmares just keep on coming, even as you’re awake. You never dare to tell him about it, not wanting to put any more load on his shoulders. Well, pretty sure he already knew anyway. You tried not to wail, or make any sound for that matter because Jack is coming home very soon. But each passing minute feels torturous. You want to make a sound. Yet you can’t. All you can do now is to wait for your husband to come home, look at your colours and feel shame or disappointment or something of you. You wait with bated breath, curling up on the bed of your shared bedroom.

“Shh… there, there, my love.” Warm arms envelope you like a cocoon. You didn’t hear him coming into the house. As expected from an experienced killer. You open your eyes to see Jack pulling you from bed into an embrace. A tender, warm embrace. One that makes you feel safe, feel free from the dangers of your mind. You can feel his moustache against your hair as he kisses your head. 

You always like his hugs, his kisses. His love. They are the only things that kept you going. You can’t hold in it anymore, so you just weep into his chest. You don’t have the power to see other’s emotions like him, thus you don’t know how he is feeling about you right now. But one thing you see in his eyes when you look up is love. 

Only love.

Jack holds you closer to his chest, allowing you to let all your emotions go. He doesn’t say anything. He just lets you cry as long as you want. You can feel his body rise and fall with each deep breath he takes, the sound of his heartbeat thumping against your ears, slowly lulling you into a calmer state. After what felt like a long time, you finally manage to calm down. You can feel his fingers gently thread through your hair, smoothing the tangles and knots from your hair.

“They came back… The nightmares..” You speak between sniffles. Despite already knowing this obvious fact, he just nods. “I see.”

Jack continues to hold you with his fingers still combing through your hair. He doesn’t say anything. Just letting you have your moment of vulnerability. He remembers the days when he was alone with no one to cling to after leaving London. He killed his parents and left Anne, so he only curled up into a ball and cried during the nights. But this isn’t the time to reminisce about past memories. 

This is about you.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing, and the occasional rustle of clothings. Jack continues to run his fingers through your hair, occasionally dropping chaste kisses on the top of your head. “Thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings —That then I scorn to change my state with kings.” You raise your head slightly. “Shakespeare?” He smiles and nods at your question.

“I love you neither because of your body nor mind. But your heart. The most beautiful thing in the world, the very thing you gave me earnestly despite my own shortcomings. And I won’t trade it for anything in life or death. You loved me despite my sins. You loved me for all of me, so allow me to return the affection tenfold.” he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your tender lips.

More tears flow down your face as you kiss him back. Happy tears, sad tears, the emotions are flowing around like a vortex. It’s a beautiful sight for Jack, like a rainbow mixing together with love as its primary colour. After a moment of kissing, you two pull away. You finally have the courage to look up at him. “I love you, Jack.” He strokes your cheeks and rests his forehead on yours. “And I as well, my love. Let me take care of you now, alright?”

─ ⊹ ✦ ⊱꒰ ♡ ꒱⊰ ✦ ⊹ ───── ⊹ ✦ ⊱꒰ ♡ ꒱⊰ ✦ ⊹ ─

─ ⊹ ✦ ⊱꒰ ♡ ꒱⊰ ✦ ⊹ ───── ⊹ ✦ ⊱꒰ ♡ ꒱⊰ ✦ ⊹ ─

“J-Jack! Too much!” you cry out as he made you cum for the nth time just from eating your pussy. He just chuckles and kisses your core again. “My, it hasn’t been 30 minutes, my darling.”

You’re naked on the bed, your clothes are long discarded by Jack. Earlier, he had showered your body with kisses and bites. And now, he is between your legs, eating you out.

His idea of “taking care of you” is apparently to let off some steam out of you. And as much as you don’t want to admit it, it’s working well so far. With the sensation of his wet tongue on your folds, your mind couldn’t think of the nightmares anymore. Your sadness is gone, and he gets to taste your delicious fluids. A win-win situation.

Though he seems to do his part too well. His tongue is working with precision and purpose, fucking your hole and tasting your cum. It’s warm, soft, not to mention his moustache is tickling your skin, making you more sensitive. This is not the first time he has done it, but it never fails to make you lose your mind.

“Are you going to cum again, (Name)?” He asks as he laps up your pussy like a starved man. He can feel it throbbing again, signalling another orgasm. You nod in the tears of pleasure, whimpering and moaning as you beg. “Y-yes.. p-please, Jack.. Can I cum again..?” 

Jack smiles and kisses your core. “You don’t have to ask permission, love. But yes, cum for me again.” With that, you cry out loud as you reach your hundredth-or-so orgasm. His wet tongue is still in you, and it’s making you way too sensitive and quivering. Your breath is short, your whole body is still shaking even after some minutes have passed. Your fluids are basically covering Jack’s face. He licks some on his lips, smiling down at you. “Delicious, as always.”

He watched as you quickly lifted your arms up. With teary eyes from the pleasure, you reached out, begging him for comfort. He gave in and leaned forward, guiding your hands to his shoulders. He had teased you enough. From there, you naturally felt your way upwards and began running your fingers through his silver hair like you always do every other time he took you. The color of fear finally abated from your body now that you had him in your grasp. He nuzzled against you as he sighed, his moustache tickling you.

Your pussy is still throbbing from your orgams, but you still want more. You still need more. Jack’s tongue alone isn’t enough. You gently tugged on his shirt, wanting it off. He understood your silent plea and nodded. Undoing the buttons, his shirt came off first, revealing his toned body. As someone with high agility and endurance on the battlefield, it’s a must that he keeps his body in check. Next is his belt, then the pants, and finally the undergarments. His cock stood proudly upright, displaying his arousal from eating you out earlier. It’s not the biggest thing in the world, but it’s still big enough that you would be seeing stars. You blushed at that marvellous sight and shyly looked away. You felt like you didn't deserve Jack, neither his heart or body. 

He just chuckled at your shyness, nuzzling into you again as a silent assurance. He settled between your legs and aligned himself to your entrance. His cock is now rubbing against your folds. Only the tip, and it’s already making you shiver and whimper. You two are ready to make love tonight.

 “Do you love me?”

You asked as you looked up at him with those pleading puppy eyes of yours. Jack gave you a gentle smile and kissed your forehead. He wanted to give you a million words on how much he loves you, how much he is obsessed with you. However words alone won’t give you justice. “I do.” he said shortly as he began to fuck you gently.

You whimpered and whined as you felt his cock sliding into your pussy. After letting you adjust, he picked up a steady rhythm to start off. He kissed you passionately, bruising your lips. You responded in kind by pushing your tongue out, wanting to taste him. Jack found the heat from your body more than comfortable as he fucked you. 

“Jack…” you called out to him, and he swore it was the most beautiful noise he ever heard. “Yes, (Name)?” He asks, still thrusting his cock in a gentle manner. You whimpered needily, moving your hips to meet his movements. “C-Can you go harder..? Please?”. If it were up to Jack, he wants to tease you and make you work for your prize. But tonight isn’t the time. He knew you needed him, in all kinds of ways. “Why of course, my darling.”

He smiled in the bend of your neck and pounds into you harder and faster. He knew his cock hit that special spot when you let out a cry of pleasure, thus he pounded that spot over and over again. Washing you with ecstasy. Each thrust caused your breasts to sway and jiggle, which altogether with your moans and the way your pussy welcomed him made a beautiful sight to Jack. “Good girl, good girl... That's it, you feel so good to me.” He praised in between his groans, causing to whimper in return.

You feel happy, loved, freed from those fears. Aside from his love, the only things in your mind were his big cock fucking you all night and how his cum will fill your holes up.

If it were possible, Jack wanted to drown in your warmth, as you did to his. Moving his hand between your legs, his finger gently circled your clit. He thought you matched him perfectly because of the way you moaned out for him when he called to you, your hips meeting each of his thrusts and the colours of your soul bursting with lust and love.

The bed below you creaks softly along the sound of mattresses shuffling. His groans, your whimpers, suckling on skin, kisses, all noises mingled together as his skin met yours. The scent, sight and sounds of sex is evident under the moonlight from your bedroom window, and it is addictive to both of you that you wanted it to last forever.

After what it seemed to be an eternity of ecstasy, Jack watched with pleasure as you trembled and spasmed, finally cumming. Your walls closed in around him and your fluids coated his crotch and drove him to go faster. You whimpered and cried at this intensity, but did not complain. “Almost there, love." He gave you another kiss as he continued his thrusts. 

“S-So good.. F-Feels so good, Jack!” “That’s it, my darling. Take it nice and well.”

Your bodies were covered in sweat and your breaths were ragged, but that did not stop either of you.

 Jack grabbed your hands, pinning them down to your sides. As he intertwined your fingers with his, he gave several more forceful thrusts and a loud groan, the joy in him finally reaching its peak and cumming inside of you.

Your pussy of course, welcomed his seed and throbbed around his flesh. This caused you two to shiver in delight. It took you a few minutes of relishing into the orgasm before you reclaim your breaths.

[a video of letters between candor and mosaic across three acts—eos, whalefall, pilot—played in tandem with selected portions of debussy's suite bergamasque, l. 75: III. clair de lune, performed by moura lympany, and ravel's miroirs, m. 43: la vallée des cloches, performed by jean-yves thibaudet. it is set over imagery of stars and nebulas and rosy pink and sunset and water. it is melancholic, from the perspectives of two deeply sad beings. the letters are formatted as a lightly interactive piece of text, where one could click through the pages at their leisure. at some point the text and visuals cut out, leaving only the music.]

refracted light;; selected letters between two ancient robots in space.

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EOS

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candor,

do you remember when the moon, eos, was whole? how the first light would shine over the horizon? do you remember how the moon would be set ablaze in pink? i have had cause to pass by its shattered corpse in recent days, and memories of its rosy light enamor me as i compose this message.

i remember when we, you and i, would come to roost there, to recharge the energy that fuels our ancient bodies, sunbathing as cats would in leisure. i remember how we would power down as we waited in the darkness, watching, watching until the light took us. do you remember how eos would sparkle? can you see the sunlight bending through its crystalline surface, how it would reach our bodies, reach through us, and set us on fire? you, your scales still smooth, nary a carving of the dead or the still upon you, shimmering in rose and orange and red. i, a giant then to what i am now, folded in on myself, then unfurling cell after cell to reach for the sun. oh, how eos made me sing!

do you remember how that rosy light would linger in you, candor? how eos’s light would trail behind you until it faded? do you remember how i could shine in no other colors for days on end?

i think of eos and i think of you, candor. i think of your scales ablaze.

i wish you would join me.

—

mosaic,

i do remember when the moon, eos, was whole. i remember how the first light would shine over the horizon, how it would set the moon and us ablaze in pink. i remember those days when we would come to roost, waiting, watching in the darkness until the light took us. i remember how eos’s crystalline surface would sparkle, how we would reflect its rosy light, and i remember how it would make you sing.

i remember how eos would linger in us, you and i, how you would take on its shifting colors and patterns for days on end. i saw how it would make you dance, mosaic. and, seeing this, quietly i too would sing.

i remember this, mosaic. i remember this and us on eos and its rosy pink. i remember a time before the Whalefall when i did not carry the dead and unmoving with me. i remember a time when you were large enough to engulf a small sun. but now i am covered in tombstones, and i can only imagine that you grow smaller still.

i think of eos and i think of you, mosaic, but you know i cannot join you. i cannot watch you throw yourself upon the rocks and shatter yourself as we shattered eos with our own hands.

i wish i could hear you sing.

mosaic, i hope you still sing.

—

candor,

as i compose this message, i think once more of the shattered moon, eos.

i think of eos, and i think of it whole. i think of a time when we, you and i, could roost upon its glassy surface and be overtaken by its rosy light. how it would bathe our aching mechanical bodies and set us ablaze with warmth. i think of how it would make me sing.

i think of eos and i think of it in a time before we, you and i, took to its skies and pinpricked its atmosphere with cannon fire, shot it through with rays of destructive light. i think of it as it was before its surface dissolved into glittering dust, before we carved pieces from it and tossed them into the quiet of space. before it became the shell i see now as i write to you.

i see this shell and i imagine a world in which worlds upon worlds exist in parallel, where each reflects the infinite outcomes of all that could ever be. where, somewhere, eos—our eos—is whole. and if such a world exists, perhaps i should take comfort that somewhere out there eos remains untouched by our nebulous war. i should take comfort in it, yet all i can do is weep. i weep and wonder why we, you and i, have been confined to this place, this time in which i write to you thinking once more of a shattered moon.

when we last spoke of eos, you told me, “i hope you still sing.”

i tell you now, candor. No longer.

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WHALEFALL

—

mosaic,

have you seen a true whalefall? perhaps i have spoken of this memory before, but today i recall a time when, centuries ago, i dived beneath the waters of a planet that no longer exists and settled on its ocean floor. there i chanced to see the decaying carcass of a whale slowly falling into the deep sea. slowly, slowly, until it tucked itself into sediment. still. new life provided to single- and multi-celled organisms for years to come.

the soft tissue was consumed in a matter of months. reduced to skeleton as it supported those creatures of the deep. i watched as the bones began to decay. and then i watched until even they were gone.

i watched entire ecosystems spring to life around that dead muscle and bone, and i remained there in wonder for a decade after.

—

mosaic,

the memory of that day has not left me. a thousand, thousand machines and their pilots crumpled like paper, metal and wire and flesh and bone carcasses drifting downwards into the deep, sinking in their own detritus.

i consumed them all, mosaic, but no new life springs forth. machine and pilots all, dead and still within me. their memories do not live on, their voices only echoes, ghosts haunting the framework. each one a tombstone carved into my scales.

and what will happen when i am gone? those who would mourn us are dead or dying or still. when i, too, go still, who will hold them in their rest? or must i carry them with me for eternity?

i, a grave.

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PILOT

—

candor,

word has reached me of the death of your pilot and oracle. i understand now why our silences have stretched on. i offer no words of ineffective platitude, only that you and i both know this loss all too well. in this, i grieve with you.

i know what you are like when you are pilotless. please remember that i am here. across the vastness of space, i am here.

—

candor,

it has been six months since my last transmission. i have not yet heard a sound from you. i know you receive these messages, and so i know you live.

candor, dear one, i expect no conversation from you. but please. tell me you hear me?

—

candor.

it has been a near full two years since my last transmission, and without a sound from you. i know you have gone silent. i do not wish to change this.

i only ask that you acknowledge me. i only ask that you not shut yourself away so completely. remember that i am here. across the vastness of space, across the shattered corpse of eos, across the whalefall, i am here.

tell me you hear me.

—

...

mosaic.

i hear you.

mosaic. dear one. forgive me. i hear you.

it has been a full three months since your last transmission. and,

i don’t have an and.

only that i still grieve. even as she is still with me, i grieve. i, with her permission, with her offering, consumed her as i consumed the Whalefall. she, with my permission, with my offering, remains a ghost that haunts my halls. i contain multitudes within me, mosaic, and aria is now among them. i hear her as i hear you.

eyes touched by starlight as all the pilots who came before her. sharp fangs and relentless pursuit. i grew fangs alongside her. steady and quiet. heavy footfalls. sure hands. fear of the chase. they found her and this time i could not save her. her blood still stains me. it will be subsumed in time.

—

...

mosaic. i will be silent for a while yet. but i will endeavor to leave myself open to you. i will acknowledge you. i will remember that across the vastness of space, you are there.

…

It was around 5:15.

You were currently running around the room in a badly buttoned white shirt as you looked around the room for your corset. You weren’t wearing any pants at the moment, as you were waiting to put them on last. It almost seemed as if the corset was hiding from you, and so you were rummaging through different drawers (even your husband’s drawers too) to find the damn thing. Your husband, Nanami, just so happened to walk through the door, his tan blazer off and folded over his forearm and his glasses off of his face in his hand. He ran a hand through his hair as he watched you with a raised brow. You were currently bent over the laundry hamper, half of your body being engulfed by the hamper and your ass and legs sticking out from it. He went to place his glasses and blazer on the side table. A couple of moments late though, he heard you shuffle yourself out of the hamper, letting out a small cheer to yourself.

Nanami softly chuckled to himself before calling out to you,” Darling.”

“ Oh, Kento!,” you perked up, placing the corset off to the side and walking over to him with a smile.

Your husband opened his arms for you to place yourself in. You did so, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, rocking you both side to side. “ Evening,” he greeted, a softer expression on his face as he smiled at you.

“ Good evening,” you replied shyly, blushing at his soft smile.

“ Getting ready for tonight, I see?” he leaned down and whispered just before your lips, gently pecking them. You returned his gesture before pulling away with a nod. Nanami closed his eyes, enjoying your warmth and scent. Eventually, an idea crept into his mind.

“ Let’s fix this shirt, sweetheart,” he offered,” It’s a little messy.”

You blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed as you recalled yourself just trying to throw it on. You were moving to unbutton it when he stopped you with his rough hand gently cupping your own.

“ Let me do it, just stay still, ok?,” Nanami said gently. Despite how rough he looked from the outside, he was always gentle with you… whether it be in the way that he spoke or how he touched you. It never failed to make butterflies crowd your chest making it hard to breathe, but you felt… in love.

Nanami’s hand, still as gentle as ever, took each button out of the loophole until he reached the very last button. He let go of the fabric and paused for a second.

“ I-I can take care of it now, Ken… Thank yo-,” you were about to finish, but stopped yourself as you felt a soft kiss on your stomach.

You looked down to see Nanami on his knees in front of you. His hands were on your waist, gently caressing your sides as he left kisses in his wake. You felt yourself freeze up, a warmth slowly building up in your stomach and you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. One of your hands reached up to veil over your mouth as he kissed your lower stomach teasingly. You swear you almost heard him chuckle at your reaction as you let out another breathy moan. He took his time moving up, buttoning your shirt, and leaving a kiss on every inch of skin up until he reached the collar, to where his lips moved to your neck. He let out a deep exhale, his hot breath fanning your neck almost desperately.

Nanami gently nipped at your neck, though not hard enough to leave a mark. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to do more, but he pulled away with a smirk. You looked up at him desperately, but he only smiled, moving to place a soft kiss on your lips once more.

His calloused hand met your cheek, making you blink out of your trance-like state,” Stunned, darling?”

You blinked a couple more times, then pouted and placed a palm over his chest, slightly pulling away,” You’re such a tease, Kento!”

The hand that was on your cheek moved up to shuffle your hair away from your forehead. Of course, he kissed there as an apology,” Sorry, love. Couldn’t help myself.”

You grinned, thinking to tease him back as you crossed your arms and jutting a hip out,” Maybe you should help yourself to some more, baby~”

This time, Nanami was the one to blush, a growl coming out from under his breath,” Don’t tempt me.”

“ Just getting even, babe,” you hummed, walking past him to the walk into the closet,” Now go get ready. We gotta leave soon. Your stuff’s in the bathroom, I just ironed it.”

Nanami let out a soft sigh, rolling his eyes at you. Though, of course, he couldn’t help but smile.

…

You were both now heading over to the restaurant together, arms linked as you leaned onto his bicep. He gently guided you both through the streets, on occasion looking at his phone to see if he was going in the right direction. Nanami had looked down at his phone once more as you both waited at the stop light. He was oblivious to your finger trailing his exposed forearm, tracing over every vein as you did so.

“ Almost there, darling,” Nanami said in a hushed voice,” Sorry, I wasn’t expecting the walk to be this long.”

You only hummed, continuing to trace your fingers over his arm,” It’s okay. I don’t mind walking if it’s with you.”

“ Hm… alright,” he replied softly, placing a kiss on your head.

“ By the way Kento…,” you sighed, leaning into him a little bit more,” Since when did you get so big?”

“ Huh?” the blonde raised a brow. The pedestrian light turned on, and so you two started walking. He still looked over at you with a confused expression.

“ I don’t know… You’ve gotten bigger, like, muscle-wise,” you explain, moving your hand away from his forearm,” You look hot. I like it.”

“ Rather blunt there, love,” Nanami let out an awkward chuckle under his breath,”… but I guess you are feeding me well.”

You scoffed with a grin,” I better be.”

“ I do eat everything out of the lunches you make me,” he hummed to you,” … and you know I work out.”

“ You’re always just really gentle with me,” you said,” Though, I don’t really mind it to be honest.”

“ Would you rather I be rough with you?”

“ Hm…,” you thought for a second,” I think I have an idea. Though, we’ll have to wait until later tonight.”

Kento took a second, trying to understand what you meant by that, but that thought soon faded as you both arrived at the restaurant doors.

…

Dinner went by smoothly (minus you both arguing over the bill… you lost), and so did the travel back home. You were back in your shared apartment, placing down your keys and shrugging off your coat. Nanami took your coat from your shoulders, hooking it up on a coat hanger and he soon followed. You kicked off your shoes, walked over to the kitchen, and hoisted yourself up on the counter. Nanami followed you, raising a brow at your actions, but letting out a sigh with a soft smile when he looked over at you.

“ What’s on your mind, love?” he said, footsteps stopped as he stood right in front of you.

You smirked, a small glint in your eyes as you looked up at him,” Remember that idea I had earlier?”

“ I recall you saying you had an idea, yes…,” he crossed his arms.

Looking over at his forearm, you felt yourself bite your lower lip. You sat up slightly from your leaned-back position and reached over for his tie, pulling him closer to you, in between your legs. Nanami’s eyes widened, placing his hands on the counter on your sides to stop him from falling. You, on the other hand, were enjoying his proximity to you, the smirk on your face widening.

“ I want you to be rough with me…,” your breath fanned his ear, your hand moving up to loosen his tie,”… but I think it’d be nicer if I guide you first.”

You then moved yourself to face him now, lips barely touching as he exhaled. Before you could kiss him though, he pulled your body a little closer, hands gently gripping on your hips.

“ Alright then,” he whispered against your lips,” Show me what you want, babe.”

That was all you needed to kiss him desperately, exhaling as you did so despite your breath already being taken away. Nanami would return the kiss gently, but you weren’t as gentle back, moving to kiss him rougher as your hand traveled towards his tie: unknotting it and reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Your husband moved his hands to your sides, gently caressing his arm to your back as he started to unbutton the corset that was around your waist. You let out a soft sigh into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip as you did so. He opened his mouth and allowed you to intertwine your tongue with his. You were halfway done with taking off his shirt, your fingers sliding up his abs to his chest and moving to take it off his shoulders.

Nanami broke away from the kiss, however, making you whine a bit at the proximity loss. He was soft, taking your hands in his.

“ I think we’re moving a bit too fast, sweetheart,” he chuckled,” As much as I love making love to you in the kitchen… how about we move to the bedroom?”

You looked up at him and nodded, despite you initiating it, you still listened to him obediently.

“ Good,” the blonde smirked, a hand gently touching your chin as he pecked your lips. You were about to get up from your spot on the counter when he placed his hands under your thighs, lifting you up himself.

He laid you down gently on the bed, making sure to support your head over some pillows before he moved to climb over you. You wrapped your arms around him, hands pawing to take off his shirt as he placed his lips on your neck.

“ Ah-! K-kento…,” you gasped at the feeling of his hot wet tongue on your neck. He let out a hot breath, lips sweetly kissing your neck as he sunk his teeth in. You felt yourself arch, despite how gentle he was on you.

Your ideas of taking over seemed to wash away from your brain as he meticulously stripped you, helping you unbutton your shirt and take off your pants, just leaving you in your undergarments. To be honest, you hadn’t minded him taking over, enjoying how his rough hands would touch your body, gently squeezing down on your skin, making him groan at how pliable you felt. You were lost in your own thoughts, not even realizing that you were pretty much naked under him. His lips trailed down from your neck to your collarbones as he worshipped your body.

It was blissful, and your mind almost felt as though it wasn’t there.

Until.. he flipped you both over, you now straddling him with your hands on his stomach.

“ H-huh…?.” you blinked yourself out of your trance as you looked down at him with a blush.

God, he looked so fucking hot for no reason, a faint blush on his face as he looked up at you with a smirk.

“ Well…,” he spoke up,” What’s your idea, love?”

You felt slightly embarrassed, getting lost in him for a moment as you were lying on the bed just a moment ago. Eventually, you let out a breath, looking down at him,” Where’s your tie?”

“ I think it’s somewhere on the floor,” he responded, pointing in the direction where he threw his shirt.

You hopped off of his lap for a moment, reaching over and taking his tie.

You had it in your hands now, and leaned over to him, placing the tie over his eyes. Nanami was curious, allowing you to do so, lifting his head to help you tie it behind him.

Once it was securely on him, you reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Your hands were slightly shaky, however, as you felt a tinge of excitement run through your body as you saw his cock spring out. You looked up at Kento, who had only been able to rely on his senses of touch and hearing. You looked back down at his cock, feeling your mouth water as you looked at the sight of it.

You stuck out your tongue, gently licking at the tip. You noticed Nanami buck his hips nervously, you assumed he didn’t expect you to do that immediately. You tried again, licking up at his length, slicking him up with your own saliva. You heard him let out gasps and groans as you worked your mouth. After some time, you placed your mouth over his length, tongue aiding to add more stimulation.

“ Fuck…,” Nanami cursed, hand reaching touch to grasp your hair, pulling it slightly. He was still trying to be gentle with you though, much to your dismay. You took your mouth off him, looking up at him with a pout,” You can pull my hair, Kento.”

“ I know,” he answered,” S-sorry… I’m just used to being gentle.”

You smirked, placing a kiss on his tip and making him shiver at the small contact,” It’s okay, baby. I’ll try to set the pace this time though.”

“ I- agh…,” you placed your lips over him again, this time, swirling your tongue around him as you took more of his length in your mouth,” Fuck (Y/N), I’m gonna cum.”

You continued on, taking even more of his length in your mouth, booming your head up and down as you wanted him to reach his climax. This time, his hand gripped at your hair, pulling and then pushing you further down on his length, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“ Fuck… hah…!” his voice was still hushed as he felt himself release. His warm cum shooting into your mouth, as he bucked his hips a little further into your throat.

You swallowed his liquids, wiping a hand over your lips as you sat back up. You enjoyed the small whine he let out from his release, his voice faintly cracking under his raspy voice. He laid further back into the sheets, gasping a little bit for air as you pulled away.

Your hands reached for the drawer in the nightstand, taking a bottle of lube from it before pushing it shut. You opened your palm down, uncapping the bottle and squirting some lube onto your hands. You felt a lewd sense of excitement at the sound of the bottle, capping it and placing it aside. You slicked yourself up, spreading the lube on your hole. Nanami heard you gently gasp to yourself at the cold sensation of the lube. You pulled your hand away, wiping the rest of the slick off on your hip.

“ Slow down,” Nanami warned you. He knew he was big… and sometimes you tended to get a little carried away when you wanted to ride him. You hummed, aligning his length with your hole before gently pushing down.

You felt the tip insert inside of you, that feeling already making you moan. He reached to your hips and helped you guide yourself down as you took more of him in. You took your time, enjoying the places he touched inside of you… because godamn, he felt so fucking good.

He was now all the way in, making you bottom out on top of him. He still couldn’t exactly tell where you were with the blindfold on, but his hands reached out to hold yours. You shakily reached out to intertwine your hands in his, trying to get used to his length despite using lube. You gently gripped his hands in response, taking your time as you took a breath in.

After some time, you exhaled,” I-I’m ready to move.”

Nanami nodded, letting you continue as you rolled your hips. You felt yourself hesitate as you continued on, feeling his cock hit all of the right areas.

“ Fuck… you feel so good,” you moaned, speeding your pace up a bit, letting go of his hands and placing your hands on his chest.

“ Shit baby,” Nanami breathed out,” Keep going like that, yeah?”

You did so, continuing to buck your hips into his desperately. The pace started turning into just simply rolling your hips into practically rutting yourself into him sloppily. You were now lying over him, lifting your lips up and down on his length as you felt yourself get hotter.

“ Ngh!,” you bit your lip harshly,” I-I wanna cum.”

Nanami’s hands were currently gripping your hips, helping you move as you started to get a little tired,” M-me too.”

“ Fuckfuck! N-nanami…!,” you whined.

“ You’re so warm,” he whispered against your ear. He’s started to take over a little bit, slamming his hips up into you, making you writhe and moan on top of him.

“ Hah-ah…! I’m g-gonna,” you couldn’t continue your sentence, already letting yourself go, liquids falling out of you.

Nanami soon followed, bullying his cock further into you as he came inside of you. You jolted, feeling yourself getting filled up as his hot liquid shot into you.

You fell limp on top of him, not being able to move anymore. Nanami pulled himself out, a lewd pop coming out of your hole as he pulled away. You felt his cum start to leak out of you a little bit, you pouting at the loss of warmth. Nanami reached up to take off the makeshift blindfold from his eyes, moving it to the side as he let out a sigh.

He looked over at your fucked out expression, moving a hair out of your face. He placed a kiss on your temple, pulling away with a little smile and closing his eyes.

You were silent for a moment until you poked his face again. He opened his eyes, looking back at yours that had a lust-filled look inside of them.

“ Kento… Can we go again? You can even breed me again this time.”

Name: Saii Hancott (Now known as Saii Smith)

Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/They

Age: 24 years old (July 15)

Race: British

Saii Variant: Record of Ragnarok/Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

Eyes: Brown

Current profession: Writer

Hobby: Writing and dancing

Likes: Ballet, flowers, sleeping, chicken, chocolate, indie book authors, warm bed on a cold morning, Jack's mustache.

Dislikes: Loud noises, pork, beansprouts, Shakespeare, the crow that likes to perch on her pots.

Personality: Saii has a stone-cold exterior that shows little to no emotion. However, underneath that nonchalant face, lies a sensitive crybaby that sheds her tears behind closed doors.

For the most part, Saii is a patient and reserved woman. She prefers things to go at a slow and quiet pace as that's when her head can function properly.

Despite coming from a family that is surrounded by cruel people, Saii is a selfless woman. She tends to prioritise others' needs before her own, thus unconsciously harming her mind with the mindset of her considering herself to be "nobody important."

How did they met? : Saii and Jack were in a mutual marriage of convenience. Jack gets to live undercover with a stable financial life and Saii gets to live under the supervision and protection of someone. Initially , they were like strangers who happened to share the same roof, respecting each others' spaces and minding their own business. However, feelings started to bloom when they gradually learned about each other and share their interests.

How is their relationship like? : After the feelings blossomed, both of them enjoy quiet and intimate quality time. In the mornings, they would have tea alongside their reading session. In the afternoons, they would paint or for each other. It doesn't have to be a world-class masterpiece, as this is just a casual paint time. At night, they would look up at the stars through their balcony or slow dancing to the dim-lit candle in their bedroom.

Jack likes to give Saii words of affirmation. Words are his second best weapon, one that had helped him endure life. Because of Saii's self-deprecating mindset, Jack made it his mission to at least praise her 3 times a day. A simple "Your beauty matches no other" or "The sun shines brighter in your eyes" are the normal ones he uses the most.

Meanwhile, Saii expresses her affection through acts of service. She would bake pies for him, serve tea, iron his clothes or massage him. Many would argue that these are just the normal duties of a wife, but Saii would shrug them off and say that she's not good with spoken words.

─ ⊹ ✦ ⊱꒰ ♡ ꒱⊰ ✦ ⊹ ───── ⊹ ✦ ⊱꒰ ♡ ꒱⊰ ✦ ⊹ ─

Dazai:

today, you had one mission: to catch Dazai off guard

you had originally taken an idea from Atsushi, trying to shower him with compliments, but all Dazai’s reactions were was him trying to flirt back with you (he won)

you were both out on the town on a very rare off day for the two of you

holding his hand, you were staring at the floor watching one of your feet walk over the other

Dazai noticed this and stopped in his tracks, pulling you both out of the way

“ What’s wrong, my sweet?,” he said, lifting your chin up with a smile.

you didn’t want to tell him that you were trying to catch him off guard otherwise it’d ruin the surprise

so instead, you opted to just… stare at him.

eventually you mumbled something

“[… ],” you muttered.

“ Hm…? What’s that?,” he leaned down to hear you closer… This was your perfect opportunity.

“ Tag you're it,” you whispered in his ear, placing a quick kiss… or more like a smack from your lips on his cheek before slipping out of his grasp and running through the people around him like a child.

dazai paused… placing a hand on his cheek as you ran away

boy he hated to see you leave, but he loved to see you go (sorry.)

he felt his face get hot for a moment… as he almost couldn’t pin point his expression

“ Well, alright then, if that’s how it’s going to be,” he muttered before getting into a running pose,” I’m going to win!”

he proceeded to run across the street… almost running into a car

eventually he reached up to you, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you into him

before you knew it, he kissed you deeply on the lips

safe to say, he really loved surprises… in the form of affection was even better

Chuuya:

let’s say he’s sleeping on the couch after a long day of work kind of almost like a dad: got the tv on and he’s basically sprawled out

he’d definitely be sleeping with his hat over his head and snoring a whole bunch

you were just innocently standing across the living room, making some dinner in the kitchen and you notice him snoring really loudly

Usually you don’t tend to bother him when he’s in this state, but for some reason his snoring started to bother you

(You were debating on wacking him in the head with a pan, but you stopped yourself and tried to focus on cooking instead)

Eventually after cutting up some vegetables, you heard, once again another loud snore

Placing down the knife on the side you frowned and walked over to him with a huff

You understood he was tired, so you were currently kneeling down in front of him debating on what you wanted to do…

You could’ve shook him awake, called out his name or anything, but this time you wanted to kiss him

Looking up at him, you could see that his hat was slightly falling off, so you reached over to take it off his face

“ Chuuya…,” you whispered, but he didn’t seem to budge despite the shade covering his face going away

Frowning again, you gently tugged on his hair, but he moved his head to the side, trying to get away from the tug on his hair

Crawling up on his thighs, you were now straddling him, once again he didn’t react… he was completely knocked the fuck out

You rolled your eyes and moved his bangs out of his face, letting out a sigh

Gently, you kissed his cheek and then the other one, making him stir slightly

Your lips moved to his forehead and then down to his nose and then eventually, you kissed his lips gently

At this point, Chuuya had already woken up, but refused to open his eyes

“ Angel kisses to wake me up I see?,” Chuuya chuckled, opening one eye with a grin.

“ Dinner’s almost ready,” you answered, pulling away,” You’re snoring was annoying me too.”

Without answering, Chuuya pulled you closer by the hips,” ‘Kay, but I want some dessert first.” He quickly flipped you onto your back on the couch with a grin.

Chuuya:

he wasn’t really paying attention at first, mainly just because he let you take him anymore

That was until his eyes widened: noticing the several mannequins in various sets of lingerie

To say the least: a blush went on his face… and he was red the WHOLE time

Nonetheless, he let’s you lead him around the store while you looked around

If you ask him for his opinion, he’ll say “anything looks good on you…” while also only glancing at it for a short moment

I feel like he’s so embarrassed he can’t look you in the face, and only really stares at the floor nervously - though maybe after a while, he’ll take a deep breathe and follow you around and looking at things eye-level (he’s stiff as hell though)

Though, do make his pockets hurt- get some cute shit, expensive shit, whatever you want

He takes me to the guy to like really lacy lingerie sets with some holsters as well

Sigma:

you’re going to kill him

He was already denying you the moment you let out a small giggle and started leading him into the store

He’s probably also staring into the floor, but probably more intensely

No take that back, he wants to bury himself into the floor

Halfway through he might just give up and hand you his card while standing outside

You probably still make him red-faced though anyways: sending him pictures of certain sets that you took in the dressing room

He’s dying- once again, do you want to kill him?

Likes babydoll sets- specifically the ones that are really flown and have ruffles

Akutagawa:

he wasn’t paying attention, but he probably read the name of the store and just let out a soft hum

He tries to act like everything fine: being a mature person with no specific expression, but on the inside, he’s dying

He had a blank expression the entire time, letting you drag him around the store and asking if “this or this will look nice on you”

He actually points and nods, only letting out a grunt in response

Though despite being sort of no expression, no shake in his voice, his eyes give him away

You’ll see his pupils dilate, or his eyes widen at something that he likes (kind of like a black cat)

A warm hand slid under your shirt, making you shiver at the touch.

Oda’s hands were… rough, but at the same time, they were also quite gentle. That tenderness never failed to make you melt, the blush on your face only getting worse.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda’s eyes looked down at you with concern. Well, his usual blank expression stayed the same, but his eyes spoke his true emotions.

You lightly nodded, placing your hand over his to reassure him that you were okay. You looked up at him with sultry eyes and god damn, he was so hot.

The tired eyes looking back at you, the stubble, the messy bedhead, the calloused roughness of his hands combined with his gentle touch.

It never failed to make you fold over, eyes hazy with a clouded mind as you got lost in his eyes.

But then again… How did you get here?

…

You and your boyfriend were sitting across from each other at the kitchen counter in his apartment after a long day of work. There wasn’t anything particularly on your mind as you both ate curry across from each other with the television playing as background noise. Oda never exchanged many words with you around this time, enjoying the shared silence between the both of you. However, as he looked over at the TV, his other hand moved to slide under yours, intertwining your fingers with his with your palm facing down. His thumb trailed over yours as he let out a sigh, placing his spoon off to the side and swallowing the food that was in his mouth.

“ Oda…,” you called out, placing your utensil down and leaning your cheek over your other hand.

“ Mm…,” he only responded with a hum, his eyes still fixated on the illuminated screen.

You hesitated for a second, a certain question on your mind, but relaxed as his thumb swiped over your hand again. You continued,” I got a question to ask you.”

Oda hummed once more, his focus wasn’t towards you, but you could tell he perked up as you spoke to him. You knew he was listening at least. He picked up the beer can that was beside his plate and took a sip.

“ Have you ever had sex before?”

The alcohol that was just about to go down his throat was spat out back into the can immediately as Oda was about to gag on his drink. He beat his chest in an attempt to stop choking, eventually being able to clear his throat.

His voice was a little shaky, as he sighed,” Quite the question.”

“ Well?” you smirked up at him, finding his reaction to your question entertaining.

“ Well… yes, I have,” he answered, a light blush dusting his cheeks,” Though, it wasn’t anything other than just a one-night stand or… no hard feelings attached I guess. Why do you ask?”

You hummed as he answered your question,” Hm… I only ask because I haven’t before.”

Oda nodded, placing the beer can down,” Am I your first love then?”

Shaking your head, your gaze moved down to your empty plate with a blush,” No actually… I’ve never actually gotten to that stage yet, maybe just out of fear or something, but I’d been thinking about it for a while and…”

His rust-red eyes looked over at you, a hint of curiosity and excitement swirling in them.

“ I think I’m ready,” you blurted out nervously. You were unaware of your hand that gripped onto his tighter. He returned that pressure calmly, his thumb running over the skin of your hand.

“ Hey, relax,” he reassured you, rough voice bringing you out of your thoughts as he smiled at you,” It’s ok, don’t worry… I’ll take good care of you.”

You only nodded. The two of you silently agreed, cleaning up after yourselves and placing the dishes in the sink with a certain tension.

…

You followed him into the bedroom, his hand holding yours as you both walked over. All the while, your mind was a little flooded, asking yourself whether you should even be doing this. However, that all went out the window when Oda opened the door to the bedroom, walking over to the bed to sit you both down.

“ I just wanna make sure…,” his other hand moved a strand of hair out of your face,” You’re okay with this?”

You nodded, less shy than you usually have before,” Yes… I want to do this with you. I trust you, Oda.”

“ Hm…,” Oda hummed under his breath as he moved his face closer to yours,” You’re very pretty like this…”

“ Then come kiss me,” a small smirk formed on your lips.

Oda wasted no time, moving his lips on top of yours in a sweet kiss. You kissed back, hand moving around his back as he moved to your waist. The tension in your shoulders and back seemed to go away as you kissed him. You could… relax for once: the trail of thoughts running through your brain started to go away. Kissing him was relieving, you felt as though you didn’t have to think about anything else. His thumbs caressed your waist, sending a shiver up your spine as he kissed you deeper. You relaxed in his cold, as his hands gently placed you down on the bed.

However, the motion makes you jump slightly, causing Oda to stop. He did so, lips moving away from yours as he looked down at you with concern. His hand moved to your cheek, trying to make you comfortable.

“ Hey… you’re ok,” he spoke softly,” Did you want to stop? I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“ N-no… I uhm,” you played with your fingers nervously,” I’m just not used to it. I don’t really know what to do, I guess. Or think about…”

“ I see,” he leaned over you, mouth to whisper in your ear,” How about you just focus on me…? Don’t think about anything else, just focus on what I’m doing to you.”

As he continued to speak, one of his hands caressed your side again.

“ Focus on how you feel, love… How does this feel, hm?”

“ G-good…,” you stuttered with a small gasp.

His hot breath trailed down to your neck, nuzzling his nose under your chin. You felt his knee come in between your legs as he left a small kiss on your neck.

“ You still ok?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

You nodded, letting go of your hands and placing them down on the bed,” I just feel a little hot, I-I guess.”

“ Good,” he smirked, licking a stripe up the side of your neck.

“ Is that good?” you shivered at his actions but tried to relax again.

“ You’re supposed to feel a little hot, sweetheart. Don’t think too much, ok?”

You only nodded in response, letting his continue to touch you: moving to your sides to your shirt to lift it up slightly. He was enjoying taking his time with you, seeing you squirm under his touch. It was cute… watching your eyes become more clouded with lust the more he touched you. One of his hands hooked under your shirt, pushing it up slightly. You lifted your waist, letting him push it up further and eventually helping you out of it: a small hiss came out of your mouth as you felt the cold in the room. However, that feeling was quickly gone as you felt his hands around your waist.

“ So pretty,” he leaned down, placing a kiss on and around your stomach,” So beautiful.”

“ O-Oda,” a soft moan left your mouth as you reacted to his kisses.

“ You’re so beautiful like this, love,” Oda praised, looking up at you with desperate eyes,” Will you let me touch you?”

You nodded again: that heated feeling filling you with desire. You had no idea what he was going to do to you, but you trusted him… and if anything, you almost felt as though you were begging for him to touch you.

Calloused fingers ran down to your pants, hooking over them and tugging them down cautiously. You let out a small yelp, arching your back in nervousness.

“ Shh… my love, you’re ok,” he reassured again, moving up to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose as he did so. His lips moved to kiss your cheek, your nose, and eventually another one of your lips.

“ I’m just gonna take off your pants and underwear, ‘k?” Oda reassured you, before kissing your jaw and moving back down.

Both of his hands tugged the waistband off your hips.

“ Up,” he gently commanded to you. You did so, lifting your hips up so he could easily slide them off of you.

You felt shy, moving your legs together so that you could somewhat hide yourself. Oda frowned, a hand moving to your knee.

“ Don’t be shy,” his voice was like honey in your ears,” Open your legs for me, love.”

You took a second, letting out a breath of air before opening your legs. Oda smiled.

“ So pretty.”

“ Oda… mm,” you whined, a cute pout moving to your face.

“ What is it, love?” he looked at you.

“ Touch me,” you said pleadingly,” P-please…”

“ Ok, love,” he softly laughed,” Sorry, just got caught up in you… You’re beautiful>”

He scooted down, warm hand cupping your side as his other met your hole: at first dipping a finger in. You whimpered once again but relaxed soon after.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda looked up at you, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“ Feels good, Oda,” you muttered, the blush on your face getting redder.

Oda watched as he took his time, dipping a finger into you. You let out a moan as he did so, feeling slightly embarrassed at the noise that came out of your mouth. However, before you knew it, your mind was clouded as he fully inserted his finger.

“ G-gah… Oda,” you moaned, writhing under his touch as he moved his fingers inside your hole: touching your gummy and tight walls. You felt that heat in your stomach get warmer as he did so, fingers dipping further into you. Before you knew it, another inserted itself inside you.

“ Ngh-hah!,” you jumped, moaning a little louder this time. The hand on your hip held you down though, making it harder for you to move.

“ Hm? Does my baby feel good?” he moved down to your ear, licking up the shell. His actions made you shiver once more.

“ Y-yeah,” another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He curled his finger into your hole, making you arch again. The heat only getting harder to hold in. You felt your release coming up.

“ Mm!,” you shifted,” Hah- I… I-“

You released onto his fingers without warning: your liquids spewing out onto yourself and his fingers. Your hands moved to cover your face, wanting to hide yourself once again.

“ S-sorry! Shit- I-I couldn’t hold it in,” you apologized desperately.

“ That was hot,” he commented, before moving down to kiss your stomach once more.

After releasing, the more he touched you, the more sensitive you felt. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking at his feather-like touch.

Oda’s other hand moved to your wrists, moving them out of your face.

“ Don’t be shy, my love,” he whispered again,” It’s just me.”

“ O-ok,” you placed your hands down at your sides.

Oda let you relax for a moment… Well, it was really just a moment, until you felt his tongue dip down to your stomach, getting closer to your core.

“ F-fuck-! Hah,” you arched your back at his sudden again. You looked down, noticing him stick his tongue out closer to your core.

“ ‘M a little hungry… I’ll have my dessert.”