#sub corvus

Enjin:

You've been planning for this day for weeks. You reminded him a couple of times that you will be taking him out for this day.

Now you stand in front of his door- chocolates in hand. You fix your hair a little before knocking.

When Enjin opened the door, the scent of cigarettes hit your nose.

"Hey gorgeous! What's got you so dressed up this evening?" A smile was present on his face as he asked.

"Enjin..." Your brows furrow a bit- arms slacking.

"Yes?" You just continue to look at him. Enjin stares back-confused.

You know what? You're gonna be petty.

"Mmm.. nothing, just here to drop off these chocolates. You could share it with the kids, just don't give Rudo too much."

"Aww, you're so thoughtful, sweetie. I'll make sure of it." He gives you a peck on your cheek. He stinks of cigarette smoke, clearly someone hasn't even taken a shower.

You stand still for a moment, wishing that he at least remembers.

"So... Do you need anything else?"

Okay, fuck it you're leaving.

"Nothing more, good luck babe."

"You too, boo!"

You left before hearing his door close. Right when you turned the corner, you could hear him fling his door open, shouting as he chased after you.

"BABE I'M SORRY PLEASE WAIT UP!"

Arkha Corvus:

You just got home after a short but tiring mission clearing out trashbeasts. When you opened the door to his room, a delicious scent of his cooking immediately got your attention. You head to the kitchen and see Corvus cooking up a feast.

"Woah... what's the occasion, love?" You visibly saw Arkha tense for a moment. Turning his head slightly to gauge if you were joking.

"Uhh, Arkha?"

"It seems like you forgot what we had planned for today."

You turn to look at the calendar, a specific day drawn in a heart. Your face pales for a second before sputtering.

"Wait- no I didn't forget! Well I did, but I didn't forget to plan for it!"

"Really now?"

"Yes! Amo helped me make a paper bouquet for you! Fuck- that was supposed to be a surprise..."

There's a little grin on his face that you don't seem to notice from your panicked state.

"Now, don't drag an innocent kid into this."

You began to tearfully sob while kneeling and hugging his waist. "Nonono- please believe me!"

Gris Rubion:

It was already a chilly evening, you were waiting for Gris to arrive at the roof of the HQ for your little under the moonlight picnic date. You already placed a spacious mat for the food, a couple of thick candles scattered around for ambiance- the only one missing is your lover, Gris.

A couple of minutes pass, the wax from the candles pool around the bottom and he still hasn't arrived. You fear that he must've forgotten about your date, that was until the metal door burst open— Gris heaving and panting as he held a bouquet of fake roses in his arms.

"I'm h-here, hah, sorry I was late."

You stood up from the mat and embraced him.

"I thought you forgot."

"About you? Never for the whole damn Ground."

The chilly night was spent gazing at the starless night sky— only the moon and candles being the source of light, basking in each other's warmth.

Zanka Nijiku:

He was bummed. You already had things planned on this special day with him, but with the unfortunate events that occurred in that giant trashbeast, he was still confined in the infirmary to recover.

And there you were, scurrying around and placing decorations around him, with permission from Eisha if you could celebrate here of course. Zanka was quiet the whole time, his chin resting on his palm- eyes following your movements as you prepare this little celebration for him.

"I know we already had plans for today and I'm the reason why we couldn't go-"

"Shut it. If you're going to apologize for being here- alive, then I will kill you."

"That doesn't make any sense-"

"If you were just stabbed, I wouldn't worry much because I know you're an incredible guy who would defy those odds and survive, and also because I trust Eisha." He stares as you continue to speak, it felt like you were lecturing him out of concern. Which you were.

"But not only you were stabbed- but also drugged by a crazy motherfucker! And that's what's Eisha was saying, you're already fine but you still have it in your system." You sat down on his bed, holding his hands- your fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around his. Zanka's gaze softens as you bring his fingertips to your lips.

"I'm so relieved that you're alive. You don't know how much it'll break me if one day you-"

His fingers clench around your collar, he cuts you off by pulling you in for a kiss.

"I won't let myself be killed that easy."

"You better."

Jabber Wonger:

"What's so special today?" Jabber asks, clearly bored out of his mind. You took him out of the base, basically dragged him out from his drug den or make-shift lab, whatever you call it. The sun was already setting, giving you a great view for your surprise.

"You've been asking me 'bout this for days, I want you to guess."

"Outdoor sex? Didn't know you were an exhibitionist, babe~" you could feel him purr on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

"Mmm... No, keep guessing~"

You continue to walk closely with each other as he continues to guess what you had planned. You stop on your tracks, Jabber peeks from your shoulder.

It was an open area with a few lights stuck on poles to illuminate the field. Jabber walks around to check the place out, kicking stones around when he found nothing exciting.

"Can't really tell what you're planning, babe. Come on! Give me a hint!"

"Fine, fine... But! Give me a kiss first, pretty boy~"

Jabber happily jogs towards you and jumps on your open arms. He immediately sticks his tongue out to lick your lips before diving in for your lips. It was a sloppy, messy kiss that had both of you groaning when you part.

"What's the surprise?" he giggles

"Y'know how you've been pestering me to fight you?"

"Yeah? Always say no, you're no fun."

"That's why we're here, babe. Let's let it all out!" Jabber felt blood pumping from his ears.

"Yo, you better mean that man! I don't want you holding back on me!" His face is brimming with excitement.

You grab a hold of his face, planting a peck on his lips. "You for one should know that I never hold myself back."

"Then what are we waiting for, babe?"

"Get ready to get your ass handed to you. Also, I got Cthoni as an emergency contact, just in case I bring you to the verge of death."

"That's what I like to hear!"

Jabber takes a few steps away from you, creating space for your combat. His thoughts run in miles, thinking of how you'll mess him up– or how he will mess you up. His mankira extends— only on its first form.

"And here I thought we're not holding back."

"Give me a fight that's worth my life and you'll see my baby's true colors."

In a flash of light– your jinki transforms. Right hand neurotoxin, left hand poison– you remind yourself.

The air shifts as you both dash towards each other, killing intent present on both your glowing eyes. His mankira manages to scrape your cheek, not deep enough to instill his poison but enough to sting and burn. You kick him away to create distance between yourselves. Playing it safe is boring, but acting stupid isn't your style either.

"Ahh fuck it, I'll just have fun."

An exchange of blows after blows began– pushing your bodies to their limits. Eventually, Jabber revealed mankira's true form, those large talons are intimidating as hell— but that doesn't stop you from rushing towards him with your jinki in hand and landing a hit on his temple. He stumbles in his steps, he probably wouldn't be able to fight like this this— concussed as hell. As a last ditch effort he tries to stab himself with his neurotoxin, however, you pinned his hands above his head— transforming mankira to it's first form since he wasn't able to concentrate.

"You don't get the easy way out, Jabber. I want you to feel every single hit I give your body and every bruise that I will create on your skin. I want you conscious for every single one." You whisper in his ear. He musters a grin, looking down– you could see that he was already sporting a boner. Freak..

"I fucking love you, y'know that right?" Jabber struggles from your grip, definitely not giving up from the fight. In turn, you held him tighter, almost cutting circulation in his hand. You raise your fist and land it heavily on his cheek— slipping that you accidentally hit his nose. Crimson red blood drips out from his broken nose, you fight the urge to– no, you were already leaning down to lick it clean. Jabber groans, rutting his hips in the air —slap— his head turns to the side.

"Behave, at this point you're no better than a dog." You felt less of a struggle from him, you're supposed to be fighting but there he is, thrusting his hips in the air like an animal.

"Don't tell me you've given up. I still haven't got my fun."

The adrenaline left Jabber's system, making him feel all the soreness from the fight. Still, he bites his lips in anticipation of your next hit. But before you could– Cthoni holds your arm back.

"You two definitely deserve each other, a couple of freaks."

"I prefer to call us devoted individuals. You love me, don't ya Jabber?"

"I do, babe." He wheezed out as you sat on his chest.

"Still, we can't have him out of commission this week. Zodyl got us a mission do."

"Uggghh, fine. You heard that babe? You got saved by the bell."

"boooo"

"I know right? Booooo" you both boo at Cthoni, you could see a comically large vein throbbing on her head. In turn she kicks the two of you into her manhole, transporting you in your room.

"Let's take a little rest before we patch each other up."

"All good to me."

That fight had both of you properly exhausted and immediately fell asleep with Jabber resting his head on your chest.

A few hours later, you woke up first to see him drooling on your shirt. You gently pried yourself away from him to get a new clean set of clothes, a wet towel, and bandages. While he sleeps, you take his clothes off —you leave him with his underwear of course— to wash away the dirt and blood. Underneath his clothes hide the bruises and wounds from earlier. Purple-red marks from your punches and a couple of old ones turning grayish on his skin. He jolts awake when the wet towel touches him.

"Just cleaning you up babe." You start at his arms, his muscles relax under your touch. Your fingers tracing along mankira– pressing on the sharp edge with your thumb. It pricks your finger, small droplets of blood emerge and you wipe it on Jabber's lips, smearing it like lipstick. He pokes his tongue out to lick his lips clean, giving you a grin. On his toned stomach blooms a nasty purple bruise, probably from earlier, you couldn't help yourself but to press on it— Jabber groans, fists clenching the pillow under him. You continue pressing on his bruise, loving the way he responds. Both of your thumbs press circles around his skin, his breath hitches at every little movement you make. As you lay between his legs, you could feel his clothed erection poking on your own stomach. You expected as much, sooner or later.

"Stop- stop, I might— hngh- I might cum."

How nice it was of him to warn you, he's certainly become more obedient from when you first started this relationship. You stop, he breathes a sigh of relief– you felt his calloused fingers brush against your face, his thumbs pressing on your cheekbones– pulling you close to meet his lips. You slither your way above him. Your pelvises resting on top— clothed erections rubbing against each other. Jabber groans as you move your hips, under your weight, you could feel a ladder of piercings from his erections rub against yours. Your hips rut forward, heavier, an intent to make him finish before you. He tries pushing you off, but to no avail, you instead pin his arms above his head– rendering him helpless under your touch. Soon he came in his underwear, making a mess of himself. That didn't stop you from reaching your high.

Jabber felt his brain frying, "Fuck– I just, ngh- I just came, man~" You felt yourself coming close, your hips stutter and your thighs shake from exhaustion. He felt your grip release his pinned arms— eyes following your hand as you pull your erection out of its confines, stroking yourself along your thrusts. Jabber bites his lip, pushing his own underwear down to reveal his slightly limp cock— four barbel piercings adorning along his frenum— slowly recovering from its previous release.

He wraps his calloused hand on both of your erections, his rings along with the sensation of his piercings rubbing on your cock slowly drives you to the edge. Jabber's thumb smears the precum coming from both of you– easing the strokes. You bury your head on the crook of Jabber's neck, digging your teeth, deep enough to feel his skin break, his crimson red blood filling your mouth. "Fuuck, you're such a sadist~" Jabber came alongside you, his head feeling like it's been stuffed by cotton.

You move away from him, eyes half lidded, his body twitches slightly. His fingers mix your spent with his, dragging them along his chest to his mouth, licking it clean– intensely locking eye contact with you as his tongue licks the crevices of his hand.

"You're putting on such a good show— makes me want to go all the way through."

"Is it working?" Jabber feels your erection twitch on his thigh.

"Guess that answers my question~"

And he did. Wasted no time to split you open, and part your folds with his fingers, kissing you glistening cunt, before dreamily closing his eyes - indulging himself. A soft moan spilled from your lips as his tongue worked between your puffy folds, sucking and slurping your clit as his hands pushed up the plush of your thighs apart, spreading you wide open for more access. You mewled , grabbing on to his textured hair, “right there, baby~” you hissed, “s-stay right there, fvckkk” you rolled your head back as the buzzing pleasure spread throughout your lower half.

Meanwhile, Arkha was getting completely drunk off your syrupy cvnt–licking stripes, and producing throaty hums against you, as spit and your sweet slick rolled down his chin. He just loved tasting you, he loved your luscious moans filling his ears, the way your body shakes in pleasure–he was getting harder by the second. He reached for his bulge in his boxer, stroking himself in the pace as his tongue, stifling a quiet sob. He's gotten so sensitive. His other arm pulled your lower half closer to his mouth, desperately trapping you in his hold as he rapidly sucked every ounce of your sweet juices against his skilled tongue.

You screamed his name, “ah!~ slow down baby, slow baby, slow down” but Arkha couldn't hear you over the wet squelching between his tongue and your folds, munching as if it was the last day on earth. You clawed the chair arms, getting inches closer to your climax, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, “yes! Yes!, im s-soo close!” you couldn't help tear up at the intense pleasure, “you want me to come in your mouth?”

“hmhmh~” he hummed, adding a vibrating sensation that really tipped you over the edge. “hmp~Yeah? mommy gonna come all over that tongue~ f-fvck!~”. Your eyes tightened as your saccharine nectar coated his lips, trapping your legs between his arms, overstimulating you until he drank up every last drop.

Eventually you both wind down. You happily catching your breath, as he laid his dizzy head in your lap. “You did such a good job, Corvy. Such a good boy for me” you brushed your hand against his face as he melted into your embrace. But once you got a good look of him, you noticed him a torn expression on boyfriend. You sat yourself, worriedly cupping his face “What's wrong? are you ok”

He doesn't answer immediately, but instead looks away like an embarrassed puppy. You tilted your head, moving your view on his body. Shirtless, panting, with a small wet spot on the middle of his boxers, dick slanging in the cold air, as precum dripped pathetically from his tip. He averted his gaze from from your piercing stare, “I-i, i wanted to do it with you” he murmured

You wickedly cooed, “Aww, you wanna cum too?” Arkha looked with eyes you never seen before. Filled with utter humiliation and desire simultaneously. It was madness. You kind of felt for him, he was good for you after all.

But then again.

You fixed yourself up, slightly worn out but never too tired to not tease him a bit. You brought back his attention with a couple pats on your thigh. He looked up so confused, but following your lead anyway, before setting his entire body weight onto your leg.

There, he whined as his cock accidentally brushed against the harsh fabric of your skirt. He tried adjusting himself, just to be stopped by your hand intertwing with his. You set his other on your shoulder, as you softly kissed his neck, and collarbone, earning a stifled mewl, you helped guide his waist in a more comfortable position.

“Do you understand what to do?” Arkha eagerly nodded, slowly working himself to roll his hips, rutting his leaking girth on your thigh. He shook, he whined and sobbed, anchoring his large frame above you. “I-I can't do it” he breathed hoarsely, nuzzling his teary face against your neck, “mommy, please i need you~” You laughed, "I'm right here. Come on, love, keep going for me~”

His face burned, dazed with need, dick swollen and throbbing for you. He obeyed of course, grinding and humping himself to no return–getting more vocal with every desperate rut against your skirt, until he spurted hot seeds on your clothes.

A sight so intoxicating. You had him doing it again and again and again.

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Corvus:

He was well aware of the victory your team has achieved. He personally came at the beginning of the party to congratulate you and your team– unfortunately he's busy with papers of work and couldn't stay for the party, so he left for his office– of course not before sneaking you a kiss when no one was looking.

Hours pass and he could still hear the loud music blaring from below. His chair screeches as he stood– walking towards the door and swinging it open. There you are, eyes heavy and a hand raised– ready to knock. He pulls you in his office and closes the door. He then holds you on his palms– lovingly staring with a small smile on his face.

"Mmm.. missed you so much, Arkha." You wrapped your arms around his waist, closing the gap between. You eagerly peppered kisses all over his face, he closed his eyes– completely relax with your soft kisses.

"I missed you too."

He pressed his lips against yours, the bitter taste of alcohol still present in your mouth. You push back– your tongue licking his lips, as if pleading to let you in. He opened his mouth, moaning as you sucked on his tongue. His hand snaked behind your head and he slightly pulls on your scalp, a sudden jolt of arousal travels down.

"Hahh– I'd be more than happy to continue this in a much more appropriate place."

"Your room or mine?"

"...yours."

Follo:

He just fetched you from your celebratory victory party after calling him.

"Follo, I frew up." you mumbled on the choker.

He has changed your soiled uniform and is now cleaning your body with a wet towel.

"Why the hell would you drink so much when you know you're a sucha lightweight?"

"Mm not a lightweight.."

He just sighs– no point arguing with a drunk. As he continues to clean you up, your hand held one of his– intertwining your fingers together. Follow looks at you to see that you were already staring at him.

"Have I ever told you how reliable you are?"

"You have, countless of times already." He continues to clean you with the wet towel.

"Then have I told you how amazing you are? How great you are at reassuring other people's emotion?"

"You have– and it's not that much, I'm just a Supporter– it's the least I can do."

You place a kiss on his knuckles,

"You're never just a Supporter, Follo. I've seen the work you've done out there. No ordinary person can be as dedicated and hardworking as you." You've seemed to have sobered up.

"I-.. I really don't know– to be precise, I'm not sure anymore. My dream of becoming a Giver— it feels so far fetched." He placed the wet towel in a basin beside him, handing you your spare clothes.

"If you're thinking of giving up, I suggest you don't. You and that hammer of yours have been through a lot. You know how a Giver becomes a Giver– treasure and experience. I'd say you're pretty close to achieving that."

Follo felt sincerity in your words, but something inside of him still dismisses it.

"Should I really listen to words from a drunkard?" He teases. You pull him on top of you and started kissing his neck.

"Stop it! It tickles!" You refuse, the kisses turned into sucking purple marks all over his neck. Something he'll have to deal with tomorrow. A soft moan escapes from his mouth when you stop kissing his neck.

You stared at each other's eyes– tips of your noses touch and Follo leans down for your lips. His kisses were as soft as his lips, lacking experience– unsure of what to do next. You gently flip your position, with you on top of him now. Your hands caress his face– your thumb pressing on his lower lip. You slot your knee right between his legs.

"I missed you so much, Follo."

"I missed you too– umph!"

You dive down for a kiss. It was messy, the sound of labored breathing could be heard in the room when Follo began grinding on your knee. You're sure to see a wet spot on his trousers if you were to look down.

"Please, please, please I'm– hah–"

"What are you pleading for? Use your words, pretty boy~"

His face is flushed– glowing with sweat dripping down his forehead. He struggles to blurt the words out.

"I'm cumming– please, please, let me... please." His voice reduced to a whisper. You'll let him go for that– just this once.

"Since you've been so good holding back, I'll let you. Cum for me, Follo."

As soon as those words left your mouth, Follo immediately came. His mouth opened wide as his body stiffens. You slowly move you knee, letting him ride off his high.

Once he's all relaxed, you began littering kisses all over his face.

"You did so good, Follo. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank- hah– thank you so much."

You tried standing up to at least take a wet towel to clean him up but a dull pain immediately hit your head.

"Don't get up, I'll clean myself." Follo leaves the bed to get a fresh set of clean clothes and heads to the shower. Minutes later he came back.

He lay his head on your waiting arms and you both drift to dreamland.

Jabber:

Well you can't say it was a successful mission– but if you ask Zodyl, he'll say it was progress. Jabber basically pestered him to throw a party to which he begrudgingly caved in. Cthoni bought a hell lot of drinks since they couldn't go to any bar at the moment (they're pretty wanted out there). Momoa starts it with a beat and that's enough to get the party going.

At some point, Jabber began challenging Cthoni in a drinking contest.

"What do you wager, Jabber?"

"I don't know, anything you want I guess. And I mean anything." He grins creepily.

"What I want is a week of peace. You're not allowed to try any toxins and bother me when you're on the verge of death."

These happenings where Jabber stabs himself with an unknown toxin with unknown side effects has been a daily recurring event in the base– which oftentimes would have Cthoni hauling his ass back alive by teleporting him to the nearest healer or doctor available.

"Boo! What a boner killer!"

"It's not like I'll willingly transport you to that Cleaner anyway."

"Get his name right, it's Zanka~"

His tone immediately made a vein pop in your head. It's not like you two are in a romantic relationship.  You're not jealous, psh– definitely not. Though– you did see them fight inside that winged trashbeast, you can understand why Jabber has an interest with that Cleaner. He was strong-willed, definitely not an ordinary joe and actually a pretty one.

And so, you began chugging one bottle after another.

Getting into this relationship with him, you knew he's not the kind to be chained down– emotionally of course, you know the man's a freak, he'd actually be down if you introduced chains in your sex life. But still– it sucks having these feelings towards him.

You look back at their drinking competition– Cthoni has chugged down six bottles while Jabber is already struggling at his fourth. Unexpectedly, definitely– you thought the man who stabs himself with whatever poison he finds would at least have a tolerance to alcohol, but you thought wrong.

"Give it up, Jabber. You could barely lift a bottle." Cthoni slurs a little, drunk but not as drunk as Jabber.

"No wayy man! I can handle a few more!"

No he couldn't. He just passed out at the fifth bottle. You stared at him across the table, wondering how hopelessly romantic you are for that man.

Feeling your gaze like daggers, Jabber shot his head up (not a good idea) to look back at you. He stood up and wobbled towards you.

"What's got ya glaring at me like that, partner? If I didn't know any better– I'd think you're angry at me~" his breath stinks of alcohol, yours would probably be too. He puts a leg over yours and an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to whisper–

"And that got me feeling hot." Jabber licks your earlobe– biting and pulling away. You kept your eyes glued on the melting ice in your glass.

"What would I be mad at you for?"

"A lot, but you didn't mind those minor offenses before. So, what's got ya hiding inside that head of yours?" His fingers were tracing your back, making random shapes.

You're drunk yourself, whatever present reason that's still left in your head is telling you to shut your mouth or else you'll be ranting about how incredibly pissed you are at his sudden interest with that Cleaner, Zanka.

He has this shit eating grin on his face, now poking your back. "Come onn~ tell metellemetellmetel—" you smashed your lips against him— and it hurt. Your lips hit his open mouth and just as he closes it he accidentally bites yours. Jabber's eyes widened for a split second– it narrowed as he began grinning ear to ear.

He licks the blood from your busted lip and kisses the open wound– its metallic taste rips a groan out of his mouth.

You let him, you don't pull away from his grasp and apparent grinding you feel on your arm.

Cthoni, only a couple of feet away from you senses the sudden change in the atmosphere. She looks at you and Jabber– his arm wrapped around your shoulder, him licking your bloodied lips and the arm placed in between you as some sort of barrier is being used as a grinding pole. She sighs heavily, wobbling as she stood up and placed her manhole near you. Jabber barely acknowledges her, his whole attention is placed on you.

"You're one weird couple." And she pushed the two of you in, transporting you in your room– landing on your bed.

Jabber topples on you, he leans up, resting on his elbows– caging you...

It was silent, only your breathing and shuffling could be heard. Jabber's hot pink eyes stares at you, and you stare back.

"You're so weird, ya know that?"

"Well, you're one to talk."

"You don't treat me so mean— and I hate that. You know how to push my buttons, but you don't. You always keep me hanging."

You grab a hold of his face pulling him down to your level and you kiss his forehead– you felt him tense up, then his nose, then his chin. He melts under your touch. Jabber is all putty on top of you. Your fingers now tracing lines and letters on his back.

"I have to keep you on your toes, Jabber... or else–"

"Or else what?" He mumbles on your neck.

"You'll get bored of me."

He doesn't retort. You didn't need him to, but you hoped he did. You could only hear the loud beating of your heart through your ears as Jabber falls asleep.

Part 3