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So … is he?
[I thought of this while showering at midnight, then wrote the whole thing in the next three hours on a school night.]
You're really gonna tell me they don't have the same eyes?
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It always started as a question before it snowballs into something more.
“Dayeon, can we ask you a question?”
Dayeon turned to see 008 and 018 standing behind her. She smiled, trying to seem as open and friendly as possible. The Numbers were nice to her — intimidating in general — but indifferent to her mostly. They mostly kept to themselves and didn’t approach her often, but when they did she tried to be as genuine as possible. Ijin saw them as family and trusted them, so that meant Dayeon cared about them too.
“Yeah, what is it?” She asked 008, who was the one who spoke first.
The man — giant really, because Dayeon had to crane her head all the way up to look at him — shifted his feet, appearing oddly uncomfortable. 018 crossed his arms, defensive and avoiding her eyes.
“Well, 018 and I were discussing about 001 and his normal life — how he’s interacting with normal people his own age and —”
“Oh my God,” 018 interrupted, rolling his eyes. “We wanted to ask, is he gay?”
Dayeon choked and did a double-take. “What? No, he’s not. Why would you say that?”
“Because he has girls literally hanging off him and he doesn’t even notice! No guy would ever act like that unless he’s gay.”
“He’s not gay, just oblivious! This is the first time that he’s interacting with normal girls his age — he’s totally clueless when it comes to romance!” Dayeon argues back.
“Are you sure? Even if he’s oblivious he’s sure to pick up the cues of a girl liking him. He was literally trained to read body language,” 018 pointed out.
Dayeon pauses; that was actually a good point. She thought of all the times Yeona’s crush was painfully obvious. Was Ijin actually oblivious, or was he faking it? “Still, it's not like there were any girls that were interested in him back in the Camp for him to pick up signs; he was nine years old and all he was focused on was surviving.”
“Yeah, but so was 032 and he still —” 008 smacked 018 and he quickly stopped talking.
“What are you talking about?” 016 materialized behind her and Dayeon jumped; she didn’t even hear him coming.
“We’re asking her if 001 is gay,” 018 interjects bluntly before she can open her mouth.
“Is he?” 016 raised a brow. “I mean, it would certainly explain why he doesn’t notice all those girls.”
“Thank you,” 018 guestured to 016 empathetically.
“No, he’s not!” Dayeon said. “He’s shown no interest in guys!”
“If 001 has all those pretty girls hanging off of him and doesn’t have a girlfriend by now then he really is gay. Even if he’s oblivious he would notice someone taking an interest in him.” 016 pointed out.
“That’s because he isn’t even interested in romance. He’s more focused on his family and living his normal life. Besides, he isn’t really … emotionally available, if you know what I mean.” Dayeon winced, trying to phrase Ijin’s decade of trauma as delicately as possible.
“Oh, but 032 is?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” 016 dismissed immediately.
“Alright then. If you want to know so bad, I’ll just ask him myself,” Dayeon said. She turned around and scanned the area, taking note of where everyone was. 002 was off to the side restocking the supplies while 004 was beside him, cleaning his knife. 006 and 032 were settled down across the camp having lunch. She spotted her brother on the other side of the clearing.
Dayeon walked up to Ijin, who was busy organizing his guns.
“Ijin, can I ask you a question?” She asked, adopting an innocent expression. Her brother looked up before smiling that small, sweet genuine smile he always saved for her. For a moment, Dayeon almost felt a bit guilty before she shoved it away.
“Of course. What is it?”
Dayeon plopped to the ground beside him before taking a deep breath and saying —
“Ijin, are you gay?”
On the other side of the clearing, 006 spat out his drink.
“W-What?” Ijin looked startled at the question.
“Are you gay?” Dayeon repeated calmly. Vaguely, she can hear the sounds of 032 choking on his food and the thwack, thwack, thwack, of 006 smacking his back to clear his throat.
“N-No …?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes …?”
“Alright! Just wanted to know!” Dayeon said brightly before kissing his cheek and walking away. She could feel the eyes of all the other Numbers burning into her back and she tosses the group of 008, 018, and 016 a sweet, victorious smirk before heading to find 005.
She would find this hilarious.
hii! i'd like to request a one shot, if this prompt is interesting to you: when tav (he/him) romances karlach, there's a period before they can get her engine under control and they can finally touch. i feel like they would still get intimate before that--maybe with some mutual masturbation and heavy dirty talk?
thank you!
Of course this prompt is interesting to me!!!! I am a whore!!!!!
✧ ೃ༄ੈ✩ Touch | Karlach + Tav/Reader
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“Being with Karlach is not… easy.
There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you; you’ve never said it out loud, and you probably never will, but you think you’re both on the same page: top priority – arguably even above removing the tadpoles – is fixing her engine as quickly as possible so you can finally get the relief you both crave so desperately.”
alternatively: you and karlach sneak off into the woods to do naughty stuff that involves a lot of words and a magical hand 🥴
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✧･ﾟ: ✧ story is told in the second person POV.
✧･ﾟ: ✧ tav/reader is referred to with he/him pronouns and has male genitals.
✧･ﾟ: ✧ tav/reader is never referred to by name and y/n is never used.
✧･ﾟ: ✧ tav/reader appearance is not described. just his pp briefly.
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i am still taking fic requests! don't be scared to shoot me an ask <3
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Being with Karlach is not… easy.
It’s not her fault, of course, the relationship you have with her is wonderful, but you can’t help the desperation you feel just being around her. It’s only made worse by the fact that you can’t fucking touch her.
There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you. You’ve never said it out loud and you probably never will, but you think you’re both on the same page: top priority – arguably even above removing the tadpoles – is fixing her engine as quickly as possible so you can finally get the relief you both crave so desperately.
You’re not actively thinking of this when Karlach approaches you, but it does cross your mind briefly as you look up at her from your position on the ground.
“Hey, soldier,” she says, the affection in her voice heavy, “What are you up to?”
You can’t help but admire the way she looks from this angle. The sharp, toned curves of her body are accentuated by the moonlight shining bright behind her, the ends of her dark hair barely tracing the lines of her shoulders, her arms crossed against her chest, which is glowing a soft red. You smile widely up at her.
You hold up the metal piece of armor in your hand, along with the damp rag you’ve been using to clean it, and Karlach lets out a small, “oh,” before sitting down on the ground next to you. She’s as close as she can be without touching you, so much so that you can feel the warmth radiating off of her arm and onto yours, causing your skin to tingle.
You do your best to push away the unhelpful thoughts fighting their way to your attention.
“You wanna talk?” You ask, sitting down the armor and turning yourself to face the tiefling. She smiles, nodding her head and crossing her legs. You admire the way the muscles in her arms tense as she leans back on her hands.
Now really isn’t the time, you think, and you force your eyes upwards.
You sit there, in silence, for a moment just watching the way Karlach’s chest rises and falls as she looks up at the sky. It’s a humid night, and you can see the slight glisten on the skin of her neck from the sweat. You feel yourself twitch in your pants.
Fuck.
“Do you think if I asked Gale nicely he’d do that thing again?” You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the question, and you furrow your brows in confusion.
“Thing?” You ask, “what thing?”
“The thing he did with the sky. Where he made it all wavy and colorful.” She keeps speaking, but your attention is placed firmly on the strap of her sleep shirt and where it meets her collarbone, dipping against the skin, a dull red glow showing through it. Your eyes travel along the bend of her sternum, down her stomach, tracing each and every individual indent and line.
You feel a heat build up in your stomach, and it pools for a moment before it travels downwards to your cock. Your breath catches in your throat.
It barely registers when Karlach stops speaking. You’re too focused on the exposed crease of her thigh, the way the meat of them spread against the dirt beneath her, skin deep red and fucking flawless.
You’re straining against the soft fabric of your pants, and you can feel the redness in your face making its way down your neck. Your hands itch with the urge to reach out and grab, to run your hands all over her and feel the heat of her skin against your palms. You stay completely still, fingers twitching at the thought.
Your eyes flick up to meet hers, and there’s something different manifesting in them now. You have no idea how long the silence has been surrounding you, but it’s obvious by the look she’s giving you that she knows exactly what kind of depraved thoughts are making themselves at home in your brain right now.
You and Karlach have spoken about sex a couple of times before. Nothing in depth, but wishful conversations in one of your tents, discussing each other's likes and dislikes, what each of you were into, what you were absolutely not into. You’d had the occasional teasing while out adventuring – a stray comment with a little too much seriousness behind it, or a look after battle that made you feel like prey in the eyes of a predator – but you never actually did anything about it.
“Fuck,” she says, shifting against the ground uncomfortably, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something stupid.”
You let out a dry laugh at the comment, eyes still trained on hers, and an idea flashes across your mind. It’s not well thought or considered, you’ve never done anything like it before, and you’d probably even be embarrassed at the idea if you weren’t so overwhelmed with your need for something right now.
“What if,” you start, voice soft and all breath, “what if we tried something?”
Karlach’s brows furrow, “we can’t, I’ll burn you-”
“No, I mean,” you lean closer to her, so close you can practically feel the hairs on her arm brushing against your skin, “what if we, um, touched ourselves…together?”
You wince at the inelegance of the sentence, but the look that spreads across Karlach’s face wipes away any and all doubts that may have been inhabiting your mind. Her eyes are wide, her pupils blown so wide you can barely see their usual orange glow, and the skin on her cheeks is tinted a dark red, a color that travels all the way up to the pointed tips of her ears.
She bites her lip, her eyes flickering up and down the length of your body. Her hands are fisted in the dirt beneath her, and her chest is heaving as she breathes.
“Yeah,” her voice is quiet, but you can feel the excitement dripping off her words, “yeah, okay.”
You smile wide, teeth scraping against the soft skin of your bottom lip as you pull yourself up onto your feet. You instinctively hold your hand out to Karlach, offering to help her up, and she rolls her eyes, a humorous smile spreading across her face.
She pushes herself up into a standing position, and motions towards you, “lead the way, soldier.”
You can barely stop yourself from straight up running into the nearby forest, your excitement pounding in your chest – and pulsating in your pants. The feeling is uncomfortable, but you push through knowing that relief is right around the corner.
You lead Karlach into the forest, weaving your way between the dense trees until you come to a clearing.
It’s very dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the leaves above you. You turn and face Karlach, and chest illuminates the area surrounding her. She looks ecstatic, her face plastered with a large smile, her body nearly bouncing with the excitement running through her.
You approach her slowly, pushing yourself as close to her body as you can without touching, and you ghost your hand over the exposed skin of her arm. Karlach watches your hand intently, following it up along the curve of her shoulder.
“Gods, I wish I could touch you,” your voice is desperate, a mix of pure lust and just a tinge of sadness. She smiles up at you, eyes shimmering against the blue hue of the moon.
“Shut up,” she says, voice joking – though, you can see the same desperation mirrored in her eyes. She takes a step back and begins unlacing her sleep shirt slowly, “take your clothes off.”
You snap back into reality and immediately do as you’re told, pulling off your shirt and pants rather clumsily before staring back at Karlach.
She really is fucking beautiful, you think as your eyes scan over her naked body. Karlach is all curve and muscle, her stomach flat and taut, her thighs thick, her arms toned. Her breasts fall in the perfect way against her torso, full and round and the perfect size for her.
You let out a shaky breath at the sight, overwhelmed at the feeling that’s settling in the core of your stomach. Your cock twitches underneath your underwear, and, at this point, it’s almost painful how hard you are. All of the thoughts flowing in your head, the sight of Karlach naked in front of you, the promise of what’s to come; it’s almost too much. You feel like you’re going to explode.
You push down your underwear, your cock springing up, relieved to finally be free of its restraints, and you kick them off into the pile of clothes next to you. Karlach makes an audible noise that sends shockwaves through you at the sight of you completely exposed.
Karlach sits herself down on the forest floor, spreading her legs open – dear Gods, you’re going to have a heart attack – and patting the space between them, beckoning for you to join her.
You don’t hesitate, rushing over and falling to your knees between her legs. You can see how wet she is, the moisture reflecting the moonlight, and you can’t help the deep desire you have to just shove your dick in her and make her feel as good as possible, burns be damned. She deserves it.
You don't, though, in favor of keeping the feeling in your member, and instead opt to admire her without touch.
“You’re so big,” she says, voice deep, words almost unintelligible. She spreads her legs apart wider, hands resting on her lower stomach, as she maintains eye contact with you. Her eyes are lidded, pupils consuming the entirety of her iris’, and her bottom lip is kept firmly between her teeth.
“I bet you would fill me up in the best of ways, lover,” her eyes shut, her head falling back against the ground, and her hair makes a halo around her head as it spreads across the dirt. Some of it gets caught against her horns and brushes across her face in a way that frames it perfectly.
Her voice dances through your ears, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, and you just can’t help yourself anymore. You reach down, wrapping your hand around your shaft, and begin moving in a slow, oscillating pattern. You exhale, not even realizing that you had been holding your breath, as you begin to build a rhythm.
“Gods, I would,” you stop, catching your breath before restarting, “I would fuck you until you couldn’t think of anything but me.”
Karlach lets out a soft noise, one of her hands moving from its position on her stomach downward. You follow it with your eyes, watching as she begins to rub small circles against her clit, quiet moans building up into something more real as she does so.
“I’d like to think I’d be slow with it,” you continue, the sight of Karlach pleasuring herself only spurring you on, “I would kiss every inch of your body to make up for when I couldn’t. I would, – fuck – I would taste you until I suffocated.”
Karlach interrupts you with a loud moan, fingers moving faster against the bundle of nerves. Her back arches into her own touch, and her other arm flings up and over her face, hiding her eyes. Your grip around your cock tightens, and the pace of the strokes quicken at the sight. The dark red blush that originally flattered her face has spread down to her chest, speckling her shoulders, and every moment you stare at her just urges you closer to touch, touch, touch.
“I couldn’t control myself, though,” your voice is rough, more of a groan than anything, words slurring together, “I’d probably just fuck into you the first chance I got, have you screaming on my cock, begging for more and more of me until you just couldn’t take it anymore.”
Karlach is completely blissed out beneath you, hand jutting clumsily back and forth against herself, her other balled in a tight fist near her head. You can tell, quite obviously, that she is really enjoying this. She’s breathing heavily, moaning and gasping, her muscles in her legs and stomach flexed tight.
A thought crosses your mind, and it catches you so off guard that you let out a sudden, loud laugh. The idea is silly, sure, but something about it causes the pleasure in your stomach to build.
You could make Karlach feel good.
Karlach’s arm moves from over her eyes, her hand faltering a bit as she looks up at you, confused at the sudden noise. You give her a large smile, removing your hand from your dick and focusing your intent for a moment, eyes shut, before a life-sized blue hand manifests in-between the two of you.
Karlach’s mouth falls open in realization, her hand stopping completely. She stares for a moment, dumbstruck, before opening her mouth to speak. Before she can get a single word out, you will the hand towards her, its fingers gently caressing the inner portion of her thigh.
The wind is knocked out of her at this, and she lets out a desperate sound at the sudden touch. You can’t help the self-assured smirk that settles on your face as you move the hand in, brushing it’s fingers against hers before pressing two of it’s fingertips teasingly against her entrance.
Her whole body burns red.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?” Your hand finds its way back to your cock, tugging in slow strokes. You let your body fall forward, putting your weight on your free hand as you hover close over Karlach, careful not to touch her. Your face is so close to hers, you can feel the heat emanating from her skin, and it sends shivers down your spine.
Karlach’s hand resumes rubbing small, rough circles against her clit, her eyes locked.
“Would you like being so full of me you can’t think of anything else?” You can feel the heat building in your stomach as you listen and watch the pleasure completely take over your lover, climbing towards your climax abruptly. You do your best to hold back, and the hand pushes its fingers inside of Karlach. Her eyes fall shut and her head tips back, mouth hanging open at the feeling.
The fingers begin a slow pace, pumping in and out of her, causing her to arch further upward. Her hand quickens its assault against her core, and her breath hastens, blowing warm against your face. The fingers speed up inside her, curling upwards against a spot that makes her practically purr beneath you, and you can feel your climax approaching rapidly.
You take in the sight, the animalistic nature of Karlach completely enraptured by pleasure beneath you, her body shaking. You look down, between the two of you, and you admire the glowing, blue hand fucking into her relentlessly, her body pressing down to meet it’s thrusts, and you just can’t take it anymore.
You nearly burst apart as you cum, your arm trembling under the weight of your body, and your seed shooting across the plane of Karlach’s stomach up onto her chest. The mage hand falters a bit inside her at the lack of concentration, and she pouts, a deep whine resonating in her chest. You quickly resume the persistent rhythm, your eyes flickering back up to watch her face as it twists with pleasure.
Every moan that falls out of her mouth is more intense than the last, every thrust bringing her closer and closer to her peak. Her eyes are screwed shut, her brows furrowed deeply, her mouth hanging slightly open, and you are just in awe. Everything about her is calling to you: the way she looks, her sounds, her heat.
She opens her eyes and looks at you, a desperate “don’t you dare fucking stop,” falls from her mouth, muddled between moans and sharp breaths. She’s close, you can tell by the way she’s breathing, by the way her hand clumsily slides against her soaking wet crux, desperate for relief.
You don’t know what comes over you, maybe your brain is completely clouded by the ethereal sight beneath you, or maybe it’s the weeks of desperation that have built up finally overflowing, but you lean in, pressing your lips against Karlach’s intensely as she reaches her apex.
Her lips burn against yours, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away, relishing in the feeling of finally – fucking finally – being able to kiss her properly. The kiss is sloppy, the way your tongue slides against hers is messy and awkward, but you don’t even care. She cries into your mouth as she comes, the fire in her chest the brightest you’ve ever seen it, and you concentrate as well as you can on stopping the motions of the mage hand.
You stay there for a moment, Karlach breathing heavily against you, mouths pressed together in a perfect moment that’s been a long time coming. You want to hold her, to reach out and feel every part of her against the palms of your hands, but before you can commit to it, she pushes at your shoulder, the fire burning into your skin.
You pull away, immediately feeling the aching burn in your lips, and sit back on your knees. Karlach’s chest is rising and falling heavily, and despite the pain, you take a moment to fully appreciate how utterly fucked out she looks.
“That was,” her voice is barely a whisper, “really good. The ending was stupid on your part but… fuck. Thank you.”
She smiles up at you, wide and happy, her eyes full of affection.
Your heart skips a beat.
This woman is going to kill you.
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