Tamsy’s Bbygirl

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Gachiakuta:

Enjin:

Untraditional(A.B.O Dynamics/Omega!Ejin x Omega!Reader

Mother's Intuition Series (Enjin x Fem!Reader)

Early Days (Mother's Intuition Bonus)

Enjin's Day In (Mother's Intuition Bonus)

The Aftermath (Mother's Intuition Bonus)

A.B.O Headcanons

Comforting You Headcanons

Pawn or Rook mini-series (Tamsy x Reader x Enjin)

We're all a little mean here...(Enjin x Reader x Gris Poly Relationship)

Storm Season (Trans!Enjin x Fem!Reader)

I'll Be There mini-series (Enjin x Gob's Sister! Reader)

Dressed Up and Somewhere to Be (Enjin x Reader)

Midnight Stray (Enjin x Reader x Tamsy Poly Relationship)

I've Got Your Back (Enjin x Fu's OlderSibling!Reader)

Birthday Headcanons

No Regrets (Enjin x Reader)

Don't Mention It (Trans!Enjin x Fem!Reader)

Tamsy:

Welcome Visitor (A.B.O Dynamics/Omega!Tamsy x Omega!Reader

A.B.O Headcanons

Comforting You Headcanons

Pawn or Rook mini-series (Tamsy x Reader x Enjin)

Midnight Stray (Enjin x Reader x Tamsy Poly Relationship)

Fantasy (Corvus x Reader x Tamsy Poly Relationship)

Working Hard and Hardly Working (August x Reader x Tamsy Poly Relationship)

Double Fever (A.B.O Dynamics/Tamsy x Reader x Corvus Poly Relationship)

Birthday Headcanons

Scarred (Tamsy x Reader)

Focus on What's Important (Tamsy x Reader x August Poly Relationship)

Semiu:

Shift Swap (Semiu x Fem! Reader)

A.B.O Headcanons

Comforting You Headcanons

After Hours (Semiu x Raider!Fem!Reader)

Birthday Headcanons

Corvus:

Gentle Greedy Lover (Corvus x Reader)

Corvus x Secretary! Reader Headcanons

A.B.O Headcanons

Comforting You Headcanons

To Be Loved (Corvus x Reader)

Fantasy (Corvus x Reader x Tamsy Poly Relationship)

Double Fever (A.B.O Dynamics/Tamsy x Reader x Corvus Poly Relationship)

Birthday Headcanons

Tomme:

Small Tomme Smut (Tomme x Fem!Reader)

A.B.O Headcanons

Birthday Headcanons

Gris:

A.B.O Headcanons

Tamsy x Reader x Gris Poly Headcanons

Comforting You Headcanons

We're all a little mean here...(Enjin x Reader x Gris Poly Relationship)

Downtime (Gris x Male!Reader)

Birthday Headcanons

Zodyl:

A.B.O Headcanons

Comforting You Headcanons

Bundus:

A.B.O Headcanons

One Day at a Time (Bundus x Implied Fem!Reader)

Keep Up Old Man! (Bundus x Reader x Bro Santa Poly Relationship)

Cowboys Like it Rough (A.B.O Dynamics/Bundus x Alpha!Male!Reader)

Cthoni:

A.B.O Headcanons

Bro Santa:

A.B.O Headcanons

Frustrations (Bro Santa x Reader)

Keep Up Old Man! (Bundus x Reader x Bro Santa Poly Relationship)

Birthday Headcanons

Regto:

A.B.O Headcanons

Noerde:

A.B.O Headcanons

Kyouka:

Expectations (Kyouka x Fem!Reader)

Birthday Headcanons

August:

Working Hard and Hardly Working (August x Reader x Tamsy Poly Relationship)

Keep Me Company (August x Reader)

Focus on What's Important (Tamsy x Reader x August Poly Relationship)

Gountess:

Sleep Deprived (Gountess x Reader)

Birthday Headcanons

Together Again (Gountess x Too Lily)

Misbehavior (Gountess x Too Lily)

Delmon:

Birthday Headcanons

Mildretta:

Birthday Headcanons

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Delicious in Dungeon:

Senshi:

A Moment Alone (Senshi x Reader)

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Witch Hat Atelier:

Olruggio:

Drawing The Line Series (Olruggio x Reader)

Domestic Moments with The Watchful Eye (Olruggio x Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Olruggio x Reader x Qifrey Poly Relationship)

Don't Ask Unless You Want Your Feelings Hurt (WHA Main Cast x Reader)

Sleep Aid (Olruggio x Reader)

Qifrey:

The Comforts of the Countryside (Qifrey x Non Witch!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Olruggio x Reader x Qifrey Poly Relationship)

Don't Ask Unless You Want Your Feelings Hurt (WHA Main Cast x Reader)

I Told You Once, Please Let Me Tell You Again...(Qifrey x Reader)

Easthies:

The Knights Keeper (Easthies x Reader)

Beldaruit:

Breathless (Beldaruit x Reader)

It's Not Work if You Love What You Do (The Three Wise x Reader Poly Relationship)

Dagda:

Home is Where the Heart is (Dagda x Reader)

Vinanna:

It's Not Work if You Love What You Do (The Three Wise x Reader Poly Relationship)

Lagrah:

It's Not Work if You Love What You Do (The Three Wise x Reader Poly Relationship)

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Frieren BJE:

Richter:

Frieren Characters Feeling Jealous

Serie:

Frieren Characters Feeling Jealous

Genau:

enjin:

you and enjin had a rare night off together, a friday night, no less. so to treat the two of you, enjin took you to your favorite club. excited, you went all out when getting dressed. you had washed and styled your hair, used your expensive makeup, and put on your shortest skirt. the one that allowed the bottom of your cheeks to peek out. deciding to torture enjin (his words) even further, you wore your strappy heels that give the illusion that your legs went on for miles. you know what those heels do to him.

on the dance floor, the music is loud enough to feel in your ribcage. both of you are more than a little drunk. even though you are surrounded by people, the two of you feel like the only ones in the room. your back is pressed to his chest and his large hands are tight on your hips. as you sway to the beat, you push your ass against enjin's crotch. you get a little horny when you're drunk, so what? it's not just you, it happens to plenty of people. you push against him again, a little more obvious this time.

enjin leans down and says directly into your ear, "what're you tryna do, baby? don't start nothing you don't plan to finish right here."

see? happens to plenty of people.

in lieu of a verbal answer, you place your hand on the back of his neck, holding him to your ear. you grind your ass against him again, this time continuing with the beat of the heavy bass. you feel his breath on the shell of your ear. to spare him from getting a crick, you kiss his cheek and let go of his neck. you place your hands on top of his.

you keep moving like this for another minute. as the end of the song blends into the beginning of the next, enjin's hands tighten on your hips before sliding an inch or two forward, carrying yours with them. they stop just above where the fat of your thigh meets the soft jut of your pelvis. he pulls your hips to grind back on him harder and groans softly. you can feel him getting stiff.

"really jin? in front of all these people? you're so nasty," you suck your teeth and keep up your side-to-side movement. you knew enjin had a bit of a thing for exhibitionism and when you feel him twitch hard, you know you've hit your mark.

"c'mon baby, fuck. don't say shit like that to me right now, i might actually bust."

honestly, you can't be bothered to care that you two are very much in public, because that might be one of the hottest things he's ever said. you bite your lip and lean your head back on the front of his shoulder. you can feel his heart pounding against the back of your head. if you were a little more drunk, you might even say it was louder than the music pouring from the speakers.

"yeah? christ, enjin, that's so hot. you think you can cum for me? right here on this dance floor with all these people around?" if you were to turn around right now, you would see how ruined enjin looked from just your words and a little dry humping. but you don't need to see him to know, because he honest to god moans. loud. of course, its swallowed by the music filling the club, but it still has you clenching your thighs together. your hips haven't once slowed or stop their assault on enjin's clothed cock. "if you can be good and cum for me, you can eat me out for as long as you want when we get home."

that was enough incentive for him to quicken his pace against you, panting and groaning into the crown of your head. to anyone looking at the two of you, you look like a drunken couple in love. but you know.

you are the only one who can feel his hips stutter and jerk. you are the only one who can feel his cock twitch violently as he releases into his underwear. the only one who hears him cum with your name on his alcohol soaked tongue. the only one who feels his hands tighten so hard on your hips that it will surely leave bruises.

"oh.. oh my god, girl. what did you just do to me?"

you giggle, turning in his arms. you place your hands on his cheeks and pull him down for a frankly disgusting kiss.

"take me home, jin. for that little show, you can do whatever you want with me."

enjin shivers, already pulling you toward the exit.

tamsy caines:

"ah-haah, tamsy please! i said i was sorry! would you please just fuck me?" you cry. at this point, you're having trouble remembering what you're even apologizing for. whatever your alleged sin was, you swear you've atoned by now.

tamsy is sitting with his back against the headboard of his bed, a few pillows behind him. you're perched on top of him with your aching legs straddling his thigh, facing him, with your hands on his shoulders. he's had you in this position for what feels like hours. though it's possible your frustration is making you a little delirious. his thin, warm hands are resting lightly on your panty-clad hips, covered by your oversized t-shirt. your face is red and damp with a mix of sweat and tears.

"yes, but it it wouldn't be a much of a punishment if you got what you wanted in the end, now would it?" tamsy chides. your punishment, for an act which you still can't recall, has consisted of tamsy forcing you to get off, over and over, using only his thigh. he hasn't told you when you can stop. he hasn't even let you remove your clothes, or his for that matter. "you can be such a brat, my dove. always asking for more even after i've given you plenty."

you sob and lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder, your hips stuttering with the near painful force of yet another orgasm. even when the last of the aftershocks roll through, you keep your hips moving. the last time you tried to stop to rest, he pinched the fat of your ass, hissing that he didn't say you could stop, angel. you are way past the point of overstimulation. each high comes quicker and sharper than the last. your panties are beyond soaked, your slick drenching the pale cotton of tamsy's pants.

"i suppose that's enough," tamsy sighs. your hips finally come to a stop. he slides one hand down to the back of your knee that's slotted between his legs and tugs, silently commanding you to move so that you're fully straddling his lap. he returns his hand back to your hip, gripping tighter now. with the new position, you can really feel how hard he is. knowing he's enjoying this too makes your stomach flip. "make me cum and we'll be finished."

you start rolling your hips once again with a renewed fervor, the heat in your stomach reigniting. despite feeling completely drained just moments ago, the promise of seeing tamsy come undone, even if only a little, will never fail to motivate you. you lean forward and loop your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek to his. he pants and groans softly in your ear. his hands shift to grip handfuls of your ass, pulling your hips back and forth, back and forth. his groans grow louder and more frantic as he gets closer. the combination of the force with which he moves you and the pressure and friction of his cock on your hyper-sensitive clit throw you over the edge one last time. tamsy follows right behind you.

"mnghh... a-angel, fuck!"

he jerks and curls forward as much as the position allows, his arms wrapping around your waist and back as his spend coats the inside of his bottoms. he twitches a few more times before leaning back, pulling you with him to lay against his chest. he looks down at your dazed face, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"you did so well, dove, you are forgiven. i love you, my angel."

your nose crinkles. forgiven for what, again??

You had a problem. Your panties were going missing. You looked everywhere; your room, the laundry room. No dice. You even tried asking around, as mortifying as it was. "Semiu..." You groaned, leaning over the woman's desk lazily, "I have a really weird question." You mumbled out. "I've probably heard weirder." She responded, eyes not leaving her magazine. "Hit me." "...Have you seen my panties." "Your... panties?" She repeated slowly, to which you gave a red-cheeked nod. "They've been going missing. Every time I do laundry, a pair or two disappear. I tried to buy more, but that isn't helping." You sighed with a furrowed brow, "I mean, only a few people can get to my stuff. You and Follo, mostly. I'm just asking if you had seen anything." Semiu flipped a page, "You can't be that oblivious. Go ask Follo." She crossed one leg over the other, waving you off. Reluctantly, you stood up. "He wouldn't do that... right?"

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He would. Follo didn't even notice you open the door. A pair of white panties wrapped around his length as he sat on his bed. His head was tilted back, black locks brushed out of his face. His eyes were closed and mouth slightly ajar. It was no wonder he didn't notice you; he was completely blissed out. "...Having fun...?" You asked, stepping in the room and quickly closing the door behind you. The black-haired man yelped, hand leaving his cock. "Um." He looked like a puppy who had been caught in the treat jar, "Hello, [Name]." He whispered, coming out as a half-whine. He was still hard, completely exposed to you. "Hey." You made your way over to him, still leaving a foot between you, "Need some help?" You offered, hands moving to your waistband. Immediately, Follo nodded. "Yes, please." He breathed out. His fingers clasped over yours, helping you to pull down your pajamas. Once you kicked them off, his eyes fell over your lower body. Even as you climbed onto him, he couldn't rip them off of you. Your clothed pussy hovered over his cock, just barely not touching him. His palms flew to your hips, trying desperately to encourage you to just touch him. "Take that off." You smiled, bringing two fingers to peel your other panties off of him. They were already stained darker with precum, evidence of his arousal. Slowly, you pushed yourself down onto him, only separated by a thin layer of soft fabric. Your hips began to rock, to which his grip tightened on your hips. "Please, fuck." He breathed out, "Please let me put it in." He whined, bucking his hips into you between moans, "I'll never take your stuff again..!" You shook your head, continuing with more fervor. His tip rubbed against your clit so deliciously, it was making you shake, "You have to learn. I would've just given some to you, but you decided to steal them from me." He tried to control your pace, pushing you onto him even more. His head rested between your neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to your skin. " 'm sorry, pretty." He babbled, "I'll never do it again, please. Cum with me, pretty please." His words lit a fire in your stomach, and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching. By his fucked-out attitude, you could tell Follo was right behind. You continued your pace, the sounds of your moans getting louder. "Shit, Follo." Your fingers found purchase in his hair, clasping it tightly, "I'm going to cum!" Only a few moments later, you saw white. Your hips slammed on his, a scream making it past your lips. Your fervor caused him to follow suit. Hot, white liquid soaked your panties in what felt like gallons. As you both came down from your high, he fell back onto his plush bed, pulling you with him to lay on his chest. Almost immediately, you closed your eyes, feeling the satisfying burn in your thighs. "...How many of my panties do you have?" You reluctantly asked. "...Let's not talk about that..."

Tamsy wouldn't be complacent enough to accidentally let you catch him. Emphasis on accidentally. When he intentionally left his door unlocked, it was with the purpose of letting you catch him. No one else wouldn't knock. Except for you. "Tamsy!" You exclaimed, wandering into his room and closing his door with your foot, "I found this awesome new burger joint, I was thinking we could–" You froze the second you realized what was going on. "Oh." He breathed out, sweet smile on his face. He was leaning against his desk, Tokushin laying on the wood. "Fancy seeing you here." One pale hand was on his cock, still moving ever-so-slightly. Your face heated up instantly, eyes wide. "Am I interrupting something?" You asked, then mentally reprimanded yourself. Of course you were interrupting something. He had his pants pooled at his legs, and dick in hand! "Not at all." He let out a breathy chuckle, "I wouldn't mind some assistance, if you don't mind." His smile turned lustful. You swallowed once, and almost instantly you unclothed. Your shirt fell onto his bed, and your shorts fell to where you stood. Quickly, you closed the distance, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was hot and messy. Your hands roamed his body, quickly finding their way underneath his t-shirt. You felt your core pulse as the blond pulled away. He turned you over, bending you over his desk. He pulled your panties to the side, admiring just how wet you had already became. He swiped a cold thumb over your entrance, causing you to yelp in surprise. "Tamsy..." You trailed off, "Just put it in already!" You shook your hips in anticipation, trying to feel just a bit more friction. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "Is that how you ask? You can do better than that, love." "Can you please put it in?" You begged, your voice coming out as a saccharine whimper, "Please?" With a smirk, your lover carefully aligned himself with your pussy. In one, slow thrust, he was surrounded by your velvety walls. The feeling was so intense that you clutched the other end of his desk, knuckles quickly turning white. You'd have hurt yourself if he had let you continue. Pushing down his pleasure, Tamsy reached out for his distaff, pulling navy thread from its' center. He wrapped it around your wrists, pulling them both back from where they grasped at the wood. It was just tight enough to remind you of who you were with. When he began moving, you couldn't help the way your back arched off of the desk. He knew you almost too well; every nook and cranny that would make you scream. "You're so sweet." He whispered into your ear, "Thank you, [Name]." "Tamsy!" You moaned out, feeling his thrusts push you further and further into the wood of the desk. It dug into your thighs, but you didn't care. Not when the pleasure was this good. The man in question continued his ministrations over and over, bending to slot into the negative space between the two of you. Setting down his instrument, his middle and ring finger moved to your clit, swiping the bud with practiced precision. His other hand pulled your arms just a bit further back, causing your back to arch even more. You couldn't even warn him before you came. Your legs tensed, pussy spasming around him. Your hands gripped the thick thread as you screamed a mantra of his name. Your lover came almost immediately after you, his hips stuttering into yours with quiet gasps and sighs. As he rode his high, his hands on the thread grew tighter, but not rougher. The feeling of being filled up made you shiver in pleasure, aftershocks pulling you into him. You stayed like that for a few more moments before he pulled out. His eyes wandered to your exposed skin, and how his cum dripped out of you. With two fingers, he pushed it back inside you, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. "You thought we were done? We're just getting started, dear."

You didn't even really catch Jabber. Not when he called you over and explicitly asked for your help. You turned a corner of the abandoned ruins, not surprised by what you saw. Your boyfriend had pulled his cock out, from just above his pants, stroking it to the sight of you. "Took you long enough." He snorted, "I thought I'd have to – ah – do this alone." You rolled your eyes, "I should let you. You couldn't even wait until we got back home." But for all of your talk, you still stepped forward, bending down onto your knees. You didn't touch him yet. "How could I?" He breathed out, "You looked so sexy beating the shit out of those guys. Wish you would try that on me." Still stroking his length, Jabber rested one hand on your head, "Using your instrument on me, going all out..." He was quickly lost in his own imagination, metaphorical drool dripping from his mouth. You sighed, easily taking over his movements with both of your own hands. Your lips fell onto his leaking tip, causing the hand gripping your hair to tighten. Slowly, you began to take him fully into your mouth. Lustful eyes looked up at him, and he couldn't help the way he thrusted into your mouth. He was never the type to hold back, after all. "You like it just as much as I do, don't you?" He questioned, "The way I fill your throat. Yeah, you do." He laughed, "Stay just like that." He picked up speed quickly, hips bucking into your mouth. The familiar, salty taste of his precum graced your tongue, and you took that chance to take him even deeper. The way his tip pressed against the back of your mouth felt satisfying; and his reaction even more so. "Holy shit, babe." He let out an astonished laugh, "You've been holdin' out on me. Didn't know you had it in you. Fuck, I'm gonna cum real soon if you keep doing that." You let out a short chuckle, the vibrations sending a bolt through Jabbers' spine, almost causing him to fold over. He let out a strangled moan, a signal that he was very close to his climax. "I'm gonna cum, shit." He murmured, wide smile still plastered on his face, "Fuckfuckfuck!" He recklessly thrusted into your warmth. Then, pop! Just before he could release, you let him out of your mouth. Your lover let out a strangled, confused moan. "What the fuck?" He questioned, cheeks clearly flushed red. He was half-enjoying it, and half-pissed, "Why'd you stop?" You wiped the mix of saliva and pre from your lips with your tongue, moving to stand. "I think I heard someone calling for us." You turned to begin walking away, "If you can keep it in your pants until we get back, We can do whatever you want." That made him perk up real quick as he stuffed his still-hard cock back into his waistband, "Yes, ma'am!"

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What if he told some of it to Enjin, that’s why he said this:

All of these because the Sphere was part of the“Underground.” These “Gods” are the ones who split the land. Kyouka wonders who her ancestors worked for. They might have been the ones in charge of their protection.

The reason these guys went up, idk maybe to amass some kind of power drawn from the people there. And require them to be “stalwart” and “pure”. That’s why they throw criminals into the abyss and most die because they’re not givers/part of that “original” lineages.

A forlorn sigh leaves his mouth at the thought of it. He gets up, his loose hair forming a sort of veil around his face as he walks over to the radio. Death metal blasts through the speakers as he continues on getting ready for the day, his head bobbing back and forth in tandem with the music.

After a quick shower in the bathroom adjacent to his room, he tightens his tie around the collar of his work shirt, his hair already done and his jacket waiting in the confines of his closet waiting for him to fill it. It's all so painfully mundane and it makes him feel like he's missing something.

The images of you in his head become more annoying by the second.

He thinks of you getting ready by his mirror where he could — no, would — steal glances of your unguarded self. He would plant chaste kisses against the side of your neck while his hands slither around your upper abdomen, squeezing you tightly against his body. He'd inhale the scent of his detergent on your clothes, letting you invade the confines of his heart like a grandfather clock you enjoy taking apart just to put it back together again.

Would your delicate hands tie his tie for him if you stuck around beyond the dark hours of the night?

He laughs. Of course you wouldn't. You're not a damsel waiting for him to save you.

You're a bird in a cage of your own making.

The only reason it nags at him so relentlessly is because he'd be yours if you'd just let him.

He turns the dial on the radio to shut it off once he's done getting dressed for the day. Fortunately for him, today was going to be a fairly easy one. Team Eager was dispatched for a routine cleanup at the outskirts of a town where trash beasts were apparently popping up more frequently. It wasn't too hard of a job, he could probably be done with it in an hour if luck was on his side today.

He walked down the hall and into the kitchen hoping to grab a quick bite or maybe have himself some coffee. To his partial dismay, the chime of your laughter beckoned his sight once he had entered the dining area. There was a smile plastered up on your face and with it, an inkling of jealousy made a home in his gut once more.

Tamsy saunters over to the kitchen area to make himself a cup of coffee. It wasn't as good as what he was used to on the Sphere, but it would do. Out of his peripheral vision, he noticed you walking up to the fridge beside him as he scooped up a spoonful of coffee grains. You grabbed a chilled brownie from the fridge — Did the Vianders bring in a fresh supply of sweet treats?

"Good morning," he greets, seeing as you weren't going to acknowledge him unless he spoke up.

"Morning Tamsy," You bite off the corner piece of the brownie in your hand while you lean against the counter. "Gris was just telling me about how last week, Enjin got shitfaced while bar hopping and almost got into a fight with the bouncer at one of them-" You giggle at the memory, covering your smile with the back of your hand. "-I swear I was this close to dying from laughter, he was so embarrassed."

"Was he?"

You scoff and bite into the brownie again, "Prolly not, you know him."

"Indeed, that does sound like him." He lifts up his sleeves to wash the spoon he used, "Do you mind handing me the cream?"

You hum and open the fridge once more, taking the coffee cream out of the fridge and opening it to pour it. He smiles, drying his hands and content that you knew just how much cream he liked in his coffee. You didn't do this for anyone else, it made him feel a little special and perhaps a little bit disgusted that this simple act of yours had him feeling so mushy inside.

You put it back into the fridge shortly after, resuming your prior position at the counter beside him. "You have work today?"

"Just a routine clean up at a nearby city, I should be back before sundown. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," you say as you finish your brownie, "I was wondering if I could see you tonight?"

He smirks, "My, do you miss me that much already?"

You shift uncomfortably and an awkward smile finds your lips. Seeing your uneasiness made him feel a little nervous. "Ah.. Something like that."

"Mm. Is it important?"

"Not really, I just want to talk."

"Alright then."

You make yourself scarce from the kitchen quicker than he would have liked, but he doesn't make an effort to make you stay. He watches as you rejoin Gris and Enjin and as much as he would have liked to stake his claim at your side, he simply finishes his coffee and makes his way to the garage to wait for Delmon.

If he looks at you any longer he's sure to abandon his principles for you — the thought alone is dangerous.

You glance at him as he leaves and you can feel that familiar tug at your heart upon watching him disappear behind the doors of the lounge. It was the same feeling that lingered whenever you left his room in the early hours of the morning, the same one that was present whenever he kissed your lips during your moments of intimacy in his bedroom.

The same one you needed to get rid of.

"_______, you okay? You got that sad look on your face again."

You flick a card at Enjin, "It's my resting face you idiot."

"Uh-huh," He snickers, "Whatever you say, sweets."

You roll your eyes and continue playing with them for a while until the lounge gets busy. You weren't a big fan of crowds so once it started getting loud and filled with people, you made your departure into your room.

Before you knew it, night had arrived and you found yourself at the rooftop of the headquarters. Somehow, you'd slept the afternoon away and when you woke up, there was yet another celebration going down in the lounge. With nothing but a few cans of beer at your side, you dangled your legs off of the edge of the building without much care as you drank the night away.

When you heard the door to the rooftop open, you knew who it was.

"So this is where you are."

A smile finds your lips and you raise your can of beer, signifying that you had heard him before raising it to your mouth and finishing your fourth one tonight. The liquid was bitter but it was what you needed for a night like this.

"Thought you said you were gonna be back by sundown." You place the empty can beside you and reach for another. You weren't drunk, but you were buzzed and loose for sure.

He sits beside you with a small gap in between you. "Mission took longer than I thought it would."

You hum in acknowledgement and open another can of beer.

"Haven't you had enough of that tonight?" he glances at you, watching you drink like its second nature.

"Mm.. not nearly enough if you ask me," You snicker.

He stays silent for a while simply looking at you, until he eventually stopped beating around the bush and broke the silence. "Why did you ask to see me tonight?"

Your hand holding your beer stops midway and drops into your lap. "I was thinking about, y'know, what to say to you, but I still haven't come up with anything — so I guess I'll just come out n' say it."

He feels his skin become warm, and shivers run amok all over him as he waits for your next words.

"We have to stop."

His slight smile drops. "..Stop what?"

"This," you gesture towards yourself and him. "Whatever we have going on.. it has to stop."

".. Is that so?" He rips his gaze away from you and looks out towards the vast landscape. This isn't at all what he had expected from you. Well, it was a possibility — he just didn't think you would actually go this far.

"Yeah," You chug the rest of the beer and lean against his shoulder. "I can't really afford all that love stuff, n' I don't wanna lead you on or nothin'.."

"My, how careful of you."

"..I like you too much," you mumble against the fabric of his sleeve, "Can't have that. No sir-ee.." You laugh to yourself but it doesn't sound as joyous as it normally does.

"And why would that be? Do tell, I'm quite curious."

"'Cause it never turns out well, like.. ever," you huff, "That, and caring about someone else is just.. tiring."

His allows himself to lay his head atop yours. Objectively, you were right, it was a hassle to care about others. He experienced such a feat firsthand with you and he's sure that you knew it by now. Yet, still he asks:"Is it?"

"Mhm," you play with his fingers while you speak; it's probably the alcohol that's got you feeling all mushy and vulnerable. He can't say he hates it though. "I hate caring about where you're at, or what you're doing when you're not with me.. hate getting jealous too — it's all so irritatingly stupid."

He smirks, "You get jealous?"

"Of course I do, I'm human." You deadpan.

He smiles a places a kiss atop your forehead before leaning back to look at you. "..And what if I said I didn't want to stop this, hm?"

"…" You look ahead, "..We agreed no strings, so me liking you kind of violates that, doesn't it?"

"It's nobody's business but our own, so what's stopping us from changing that?"

"Me."

Your eyes meet his own for the first time this night. He swears he can see the uncertainty bubbling within you. You're trying so hard not to give into your inner desires and unfortunately for you, he's willing to push you to the edge to force you to confront them.

"You're making it much more difficult than it has to be, Dear."

"I don't want a relationship — I wasn't looking for that when we started this."

"And yet your heart still yearns for me, does it not?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that I want a relationship with you," you look away from him with a disheartened expression, "I'm just not built for that. You know this."

He reaches out to lace his fingers against your own, causing you to look back at him. "I'm offering myself to you," he tells you, "All you've got to do is accept."

Your hand squeezes his lightly and before you know it, your vision is blurry and your fingers tremble. "Doing that means trusting you with everything I am, I don't- I don't know if that's the right thing for me."

"Baby steps," his voice is soft and inviting, it makes you want to cry. "We can move at your own pace."

He reaches out to wipe your tears, but it simply makes you cry more.

"Tamsy.. I.."

"Shh.." He coos, bringing you into a hug.

His embrace has always made you feel so safe; As if everything else in the world didn't matter when he would wrap his arms around you. His body was warm against yours and his scent just as comforting as always. It was strange — despite how much more intimately you'd known him — this was different.

Trusting him with your heart was different.

"Confide in me, that's all you have to do."

"You make it sound so easy.."

"Because it is," He whispers, "You don't need to worry about what could go wrong when you're with me. I've shown you that, haven't I?"

And he has.

He's always been reliable and has never once done anything you didn't like him to. He respected your boundaries and held himself to the highest standard. He could be the perfect partner, if you'd just let him.

A soft sigh escapes you and you nod meekly, unable to find the words to express just how terrified you are of giving your heart away to someone else — of freeing yourself from the cage you've known for as long as you could remember. It had been your home for so long that you forgot just how refreshing the environment outside of it felt — you forgot just how much you craved to be held.

How much you craved to be weak in the arms of someone capable of handling that side of you.

And in your moment of vulnerability, you let your heart fly into the arms of the man you've chosen to trust, not realizing that it was another cage — it was simply more spacious than your previous one.

Because once he had you, there was no way he was going to let you leave.

Enjin

3 girls + no pets

You see— not really surprising with how fine the man is.

One kid after another, seriously. Even with contraceptives, his seeds are just too strong. Sounds like bullshit, but it's nothing far from the truth.

Of course, he wouldn't let you handle everything alone. He may be a bum (no hate), but he's a great father to the girls. They love him as much as they love to latch onto you.

He's strictly a no-pet-in-the-house dada. It's not like he's refusing your suggestion for pets; rather, it was to keep your children safe from any animal allergy. What was it again? Cat rabies? Bunny flu? Yeah, those shits.

He still smokes, though — two cigarettes per day. Even so, he wouldn't smoke in the house to keep the atmosphere smoke-free.

Sometimes when he looks at you, he can't help but remember the time you looked so round with his child… What the hell? Look at that, he's bricked. Maybe should ask Alice to prescribe him some libido reducer or something.

August Stilza

1 girl + 1 boy (whopsie baby) + goldfish

He's definitely the type to use his babies as child models. Affectionately, of course.

Somehow he got too excited one night after designing a wardrobe of dresses, and that's how you two end up with another model.

Who could blame him? The thought of seeing you in the outfits he'd designed filled his heart with excitement, whilst also filling you up with his ejaculation.

He's never wasted the chance to dress you three up in matching outfits on every occasion, sometimes even going out for grocery shopping would require an hours-long fitting session beforehand.

Let's not forget how he would drag Eishia to do your girl's hair. Then, the man would boast to everyone how beautiful and cute his little family looks.

Sheesh… you're so in love with this loudmouth. Though you couldn't say it to his ears, or another model will be on their way. He gets excited easily after all. ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Arkha Corvus

1 boy + tortoise

As the boss of the Cleaners, someone who is quite busy most of the time, he is always mindful when being intimate with you as to not make another mistake that would burden you further.

For him, one child is more than enough. Considering that he's not always home to help you raise your child, the least he could do is spoil you and your baby. Rich man… \(´ཀ`」 ∠)

He hopes the child won't grow up to be a snotty spoiled brat. Sometimes he prayed that his phlegmatic genes would dominate your much… peppy ones.

Besides, he already has a tortoise pet given by August.

The loud man gave it to you after it bit his goldfish's fin when he placed the two together in an aquarium. Since then, you've been feeding it three times a day.

Sometimes you saw him pulling out the food you gave the tortoise with a guppy net. So he was aware that you were overfeeding the tortoise? Well, he's not saying anything. That means he's not mad, right?

Gris Rubion

2 girls + no pets

He is the best dad by far. Self-proclaimed, of course.

Not to mention, very meticulous in family planning. Every child must be at least three years apart or more. Anything less is not acceptable.

He has read over three books about postpartum depression and would never let you undergo such a heartbreaking phase with an ignorant partner.

Oh, let's talk about the girls; he lets you name them by yourself, saying his taste in names isn't the best. But you can always rely on him when it comes to driving.

You had a pet dog before, but the dog somehow ran away after Gris accidentally rammed your house's front porch while in a hurry to drive you during your first labour.

No one knows where it ran to until now. What you know is that this big man you called your husband is always here for you.

hi.