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thesakuragarnet · 6 months

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HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Summary: Keigo comes home late one night with new leather gloves. (a K!nktober oneshot that takes place between chapters 68 and 69 of my PHOENIX AU; inspired by the Maneskin song)

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Non-Spicy tags: heavy smut, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, engaged DabiHawks, swearing, alternate universe, making out, shenanigans on a couch, they're so in love I swear

Word Count: 1,494

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Spicy Tags: k!nkt0ber, DabiHawks but they're both sw!tches, fr0ttage, mutual ma$turbat!on, dry h u m p i n g, l3ather k!nk, gr!nding, handj0bs,

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Toya felt restless. He and Keigo had been working overtime between wedding planning and actual field missions. It was a nightmare. Keigo, on the other hand, seemed to be obsessed with the adrenaline rushes. He’d rattle on about the day’s events while they got ready for bed, and they were both so exhausted that intimacy had been scarce. It was getting ridiculous.

For once, Keigo was requested for a late-night solo mission, and Toya had the night off…so…naturally…he stayed up to wait for Kei to get home…or at least, he tried. It’s five o’clock in the morning, and Toya is passed out on their couch in nothing but black sweatpants.

Ding.

The elevator softly drones from down the hall, and Keigo carefully steps out. He’s in his Pro Hero suit complete with a pair of shiny new leather gloves. He makes his way down the hallway, feathers perking up when he senses Toya’s faint snores and sleeptalking mumbles. A small smile plays at his lips as he sneaks into the living room, peering over the couch to look at his fiancé. Toya’s sound asleep on his back, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Keigo hovers off the ground, slowly and silently lowering himself until he’s straddling Toya. Delicately, he leans down and presses his lips to his forehead, resting his open palms on Toya’s shoulders. Immediately, the Pro’s eyes snap open, but his expression softens when he sees his lover’s familiar silhouette.

“Hey,” Toya yawns, blinking hard, “How was work?”

“Boring,” Keigo replies nonchalantly before pressing a chaste kiss to Toya’s cheek. He rubs the space between Toya’s shoulder and neck with his thumb, and Toya seems to freeze. Something feels different. Good different. As his eyes adjust in the dim lamplight, he sees the shiny new leather.

“Are those new?” Toya clears his throat, and Keigo raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He answers, taking note of the way Toya’s twitching underneath him. Toya can’t explain it…but he’s fairly positive Keigo hasn’t caressed him with his gloves on before. He’d remember this feeling surely …the sensation of the soft leather pressing into his skin. Silently, the puzzle pieces click in Keigo’s head, and his eyes grow heavy-lidded. Deliberately, Kei drags his hands down, palms pressing down on Toya’s chest, pausing just above his nipples. Toya sighs, eyelids fluttering as he focuses on the light massage.

“Someone’s getting excited,” Keigo chuckles darkly when he feels his fiancé's arousal pressing between his legs.

“It’s been weeks , Kei,” Toya groans, trying to push himself up only for Keigo to keep a firm pressure to pin him down. The winged hero leans forward, tenderly connecting their lips, and Toya shudders as he runs his fingers through Keigo’s hair. Keigo continues passionately kissing Toya, bringing his hands down to pinch his nipples. Toya moans into the kiss, pleasure clouding his brain at the sensations. Keigo rocks his hips, and Toya breaks from the kiss with a gasp.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya huffs, rolling his hips in time with Keigo’s to increase the friction. Kei’s feathers seem to stand on end, and he curses under his breath at the stimulation.

“Nuh-uh…not tonight…not yet,” Keigo pants before he softly sinks his teeth into Toya’s neck. Toya swallows a whimper, hands caressing the back of his lover’s head as he focuses on Keigo’s touch. He can’t get enough of the leather on his skin.

“You sure about that?” Toya sneers, a devilish grin on his face as he bites his bottom lip. Keigo lewdly licks up the side of his neck before sitting up. Toya’s eyes widen as Keigo takes off his utility belt, and his gaze locks onto the growing strain in Kei’s cargo pants. He shrugs off his Hero Suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor beside the couch before he starts stripping completely…well… almost . Toya’s heart stutters for a beat as he stares at Kei’s hands.

“Don’t worry…I’m keeping the gloves on,” Keigo smirks before he starts pulling off Toya’s pants. Blood rushes to both of their cheeks.

“You’re not wearing your boxers,” Keigo practically whispers, and Toya just blinks back, swallowing to soothe his suddenly dry throat.

“You alright if I do something we haven’t tried before?” The winged Pro mutters, and Toya nods vigorously.

“Mhm,” He murmurs in response, practically shuddering with anticipation.

“Get on your side,” Keigo hums, and Toya complies, turning so he’s on his side and pressing his back up against the pillows on the couch as Keigo climbs up next to him. They’re facing each other, breaths heavy and heated as Keigo positions his cock until it’s resting on top of Toya’s. Toya sharply inhales at the sensation, twitching and aching for more. Keigo interlocks his hands, squeezing their cocks together, and it makes Toya’s eyes roll back into his head. The combination of Keigo’s dick pressing up against his with the sensation of Kei’s leather gloves is fucking intoxicating.

Toya almost yelps in surprise, nerves burning at the combination of stimulation. God, it’s almost too much to bear.

“Keigo… fuck ,” Toya moans lowly, his voice cracking as he feels the delicate leather rubbing against his skin.

“You like this?” Keigo chuckles darkly as he reaches around with his other hand and squeezes the flesh on Toya’s ass, making him wince ever so slightly.

“Feels nice,” Toya admits under his breath, his heart skipping a beat.

And when Keigo starts pumping his hand, Toya almost goes cross-eyed. Instinctively, he slaps his hand over his mouth, muffling his needy moans that come tumbling up from his throat. Within seconds, his hand is already covered in spit, and he can’t help but buck his hips shallowly, desperate for more tantalizing pleasure.

“ Fuck , baby,” Keigo groans, watching his fiancé completely fall apart; he’s so turned on his feathers are practically curling and flexing at the tips. “Who knew you had a thing for leather?” He tries to make a flirty joke, but it’s cut off by his own satisfied sighs. Without warning, Toya pulls his hand down his face and grabs Keigo by the neck, jerking him forward for an amorous kiss. Kei whines into Toya’s mouth, their tongues sloppily intertwining and sliding against one another. They simply can’t get enough of each other, their bodies and minds craving more and more and more. It’s been too long. Too long without one another’s touch. Too long without indulging in their tangle of love and lust. They’re practically drowning in it.

“ Kei ~” Toya moans, breaking free from the kiss to bend forward and sink his teeth into Keigo’s neck. Soft words of praise spill from Keigo’s lips as he keeps moving his hand, effectively getting both of them off as their cocks squeeze together. Toya pulls back after leaving a dark bite mark on Kei’s sunkissed skin, eyelids fluttering as he grabs onto Keigo’s broad shoulders, almost like he’s holding on for dear life. Keigo winces when he feels Toya’s fingernails digging into his skin, but part of him loves it when he gets like this. When all Toya can do is say his name and grasp at him; it’s so desperate and so gorgeous.

Toya can feel his orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach, and, judging by the sounds coming out of his fiancé, he’s just as close. He knows the patterns. Some of the Pros their age always comment on how their sex life must be boring with how long they’ve been together. The truth is, they know exactly what makes each other tick…well, unless it’s something new…like this leather thing.

“C-close,” Keigo starts stuttering, jaw clenched as he fully focuses on the rhythm of his glove.

“Me too,” Toya pants, tongue slightly lolling as his gaze flicks from his lover’s golden eyes to the precum-soaked mess between their legs. With a few more thrusts of his hips, Toya’s coming undone with a broken gasp, toes curling as it gushes onto the sleek black leather. Keigo rushes closer, sloppily colliding his lips with Toya’s as his own orgasm comes crashing down through his body. Gently, he slows his motions to a halt, and pulls back from the kiss. The lovers stare blissfully into each other’s eyes for a moment, shining cerulean melting into liquid gold. Then, the momentary spell of clarity breaks, and Keigo releases his grip.

“I-I’ll get you new gloves,” Toya huffs, still catching his breath from being so pent-up.

“Don’t worry about it. I made the choice,” Keigo smirks, tenderly kissing his fiancé on the cheek before slowly rolling backward off the couch, landing on his feet with the expertise of a cat.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Keigo laughs half-heartedly as he stretches. “Care to join me?”

Toya just grins blissfully, blinking away the pleasure-filled fog in his brain.

“How could I say no to that?”

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that-ineffable-devil · 8 months

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Meet the Character: Mercury

TTRPG: Cyberpunk RED

Pronouns: They/Him

Role: Solo Rockerboy (orator/singer)

Age: Indeterminate--appears late 20s/early 30s

A quick summary I provided on a previous post:

Imagine Rick Gonzalez and Robbie Daymond had a love child with the dress sense and body language of Klaus Hargreeves, the goofy yet undeniable sex appeal of David Tennant, and Michael Sheen's attitude and ability to serve cunt in any situation. That's Mercury.

Appearance

Knowing that appearance and swagger are genuinely the most persuasive arguments during a negotiation in Night City, Mercury has invested much in maintaining and improving his image. Their nails are always neatly self-manicured, typically painted all black save for the ring finger on each hand, which is usually a crimson or orange. He is rarely seen without makeup--and has never been seen without his bold, black eyeliner by anyone but his twin sister, Rhapsody.

Physique & Physical Appearance

Standing at a solid 5'3" and rail thin, Mercury is often considered a "little guy" by those who underestimate him. Their thin frame belies the wiry, Nightcrawler-esque musculature underneath, honed from a life growing up on the streets in Belize. You don't survive as many scrapes as Mercury without having the athleticism and wit to get quickly out of reach.

Their café con leche skin is dotted with moles and individual freckles, and starkly contrasts the white of their surprisingly well-cared-for teeth. His top and bottom canines are filed to wickedly sharp points--just enough to look uncanny when he smiles.

Their long hair is a flame-like ombre that starts at a shimmering metallic crimson at the roots, gently graduating to a flaming orange, then yellow-gold as it cascades down their chest. He keeps much of the right side of his scalp closely shaved to display the intricate orange and gold EMP threading that glimmers in script-like patterns. They maintain well-trimmed and cared-for black facial hair that somehow still manages to work with their wildly unnatural hair.

His hooded, almond-shaped eyes give the appearance of calm nonchalance, despite his constant vigilance. Their trademark golden snake-eye contacts have become such a part of their persona that no one knows the natural color hidden beneath them. His thick black brows play an enormous role in every part he plays, though his right brow is marred by a scar towards the outer corner--one encounter he only narrowly escaped.

Piercings and Light Tattoos

Piercings and light tattoos are extremely common in Mercury's line of business, and he is no exception. Their ears are studded and dripping with various, asymmetrical piercings, all black and crimson metal. The black bar piercing their tongue is set with a smooth, red, heart-shaped gem. Glittering black snake-fang piercings adorn each nipple, though they are often covered--Mercury must leave something to the imagination, after all.

Their arms, which are nearly always on display, are decked out in vibrant light tattoos.

Starting at his neck, a crimson red lancehead viper curls down his left arm, the snake's mouth open wide as it reaches his wrist displaying glowing silver fangs and golden eyes. The words "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" are inscribed in flaming orange along the snake's body, the words facing outward for all to see.

On the inner part of their right forearm, the name "Rhapsody" is written in brilliant orange ornate script, surrounded by black musical notes lined in glowing gold.

On both hands, each finger holds a ring of crimson light that covers the flesh between the first and second knuckles (and the knuckle and base of the thumbs).

Clothing and Accessories

Mercury is nothing if not well-dressed for the role they play.

His sleeveless and hooded black leather duster jacket bears faint red EMP threading designs, and terminates at a sharp angle around his knees. The crimson, feather-patterned lining is rarely seen, but made of high-quality and durable silk and holds many pockets of various sizes. A pair of large, crimson EMP-thread wings fold across the back, wrapping around to the front.

The top beneath their jacket is a tightly-fitted crimson sleeveless turtleneck that's just a smidge too short, leaving a small expanse of skin exposed between its hem and Mercury's pants. Two stylized, orange devil horns glow a bright orange around his collarbone, while a matching devil tail begins in the lower back, wraps around the middle twice, before terminating with the tip pointing up at his face.

Their tight nylon-like pants tuck neatly into their boots, a thick stripe of flame ombre color running down the front and back of each leg starting at the waistline. The pants are further held in place by a set of black suspenders with red metal accents.

His boots are stylized black leather knee-high combat boots with crimson soles and accents. They use a complex series of buckles and leather straps across the front to keep them on their feet--or at least, that's the way it seems. Mercury's actually broken them in so thoroughly that they can quickly and easily be removed or put on without fuss.

Despite their constant use of contacts, no one survives in the City long without some form of eyeshades. Mercury keeps a pair of crimson red, round, mirrored lenses in sturdy black metal frames. Perforated black metal "blinders" cover the sides of the frames, helping to hide any radiant glow from his eyes while still maintaining peripheral vision. The perforations are shaped like small stars.

The final accents are a series of inexpensive metal and silicon rings across their fingers and a gorgeous, glittering black cybernetic snake necklace with glowing red-orange eyes. The necklace moves about on its own, but has no combat capabilities or other function. No one is certain whether the necklace is sentient, but it does sometimes appear to react to situations and comments. It typically rests around Mercury's neck by clamping its jaws around part of its body, the rest of its tail trailing down his chest.

(Simplified) Backstory

Family

Mercury grew up on the streets of Belize with their twin sister, Rhapsody. Their parents were betrayed by a close family friend (or family member, details unknown)--a fact Mercury is unaware of. Their parents were gone before Mercury and Rhapsody could form any concrete memories of them. Mercury doesn't even know whether their parents or alive or dead--and does everything he can not to think about it. Due, in part, to this, an undercurrent of rage, betrayal, and abandonment issues color their interactions with people, but they have to be particularly stressed to show it.

After being abandoned at such a young age, the twins made a childhood pact to never leave the other behind for any reason. A promise that family would always mean everything. But life often has other plans, and as often happens with siblings in a place like Night City, they were eventually pulled in different directions. Rhapsody moved onto a more luxurious life as a lounge singer and personal entertainer, with a whole host of wealthy patrons. Rhapsody eventually cut ties with Mercury, sending a handwritten letter by courier to say goodbye--she knows how much they value this archaic form of communication. Despite that, Mercury refuses to believe she wrote actually wrote it, thinking someone had paid her off to stay away from him--and yet he still keeps the note on him at all times. In truth, Mercury may have pushed her away subconsciously--partly out of self-preservation and partly because they thought she would have a better chance in life without them.

After losing their sister, they threw themself into their work, picking up singing and speaking gigs at nightclubs all across Night City--along with more than a few lovers along the way. Despite their carnal predilections, Mercury has indeed had three true romances in their life.

Love Life

cw: death/suicide/violence

Anthony, his first love--oh he was beautiful. And kind and caring. Anthony believed in a world beyond the executive and corporate horrors they lived in each day. Unfortunately, he burned too brightly. Barely a year into their relationship, Anthony died in a horrific fire--one Mercury is unconvinced was an accident, despite police reports.

Then there was Phoenix--oh how they soothed Mercury's soul and brought them back from the brink of destruction after the loss of Anthony. Phoenix truly lived up to their name, a brilliant life rising from the ashes of the flames that destroyed Mercury's world. Then, a mere two years later, Phoenix's implants drove them to cyber-psychosis, and they tried to rip Mercury--who barely escaped--to shreds. He never went back to find out what happened, leaving all his belongings in the ruins of the home they'd made.

And finally--Eve, Mercury's latest--and last--great love. For all his swagger, Mercury could not believe he'd turned the head of such a majestic creature. She was everything--beautiful, talented, smart, tough, wise. When she sang, Mercury could believe in the existence of angels. But Eve was not without demons...and one day, they took her from Mercury forever. He found her in their shared cargo space, splayed along the now darkly-stained couch. She didn't even leave a note.

Personality

After losing their parents and sister, a series of truly tragic romances, and a harrowing experience with a particular Exec that tried to buy (and then capture, when Mercury refused) them, Mercury keeps all people at a less-than-healthy distance and can't stand most of them, though you wouldn't know it from their interactions. They've mastered the art of being disarmingly charming, and can make almost anyone feel adored and flattered while keeping themself out of harm's way.

On the surface, they're the most friendly and gregarious person you've ever met--especially for a place like Night City. But inside, they know that people bring pain and danger--and worst of all, they always eventually leave.

Values, Beliefs, and Motivations

Above all things, they value these two: their sister and their word. Despite their estrangement, Mercury still considers Rhapsody their whole heart and would do anything for her--except sell out and join her serving the wealthy and powerful. It hurts him to be estranged from her, but he'd never admit it.

They've seen too much bad in society to truly trust people anymore--and yet some small shred of hope still glimmers within their soul. A hope that people are, in fact, innately good and kind--they're just driven to misdeeds by societal pressures, fear, and hurt. Despite his superficial cynicism, his music and speeches show a very different side of him. One that they rarely show off-stage. One that inexorably draws them back to people, despite their need to protect themself.

And just because Mercury doesn't believe in trusting others doesn't mean they are equally untrustworthy. Oh, they'll lie--all day, any day. But if they give their word, they will abide by it, no matter what--which is why they give it so sparingly.

Mercury is subconsciously haunted by the constant rotation of abandonment and the cruel reality of their childhood, but they repress it by being constantly busy. If they have too much downtime, they begin to spiral out of control. So they are constantly writing new material, doing shows at nightclubs all across the city every night, and occasionally sinking into the arms of whichever patron was just eager enough to play and interesting enough to be worth the time and effort.

They believe that if people would stop catering to Execs and corporations and band together against the oppressive technology of this age, life would improve for everyone--something impossible to achieve under the current regime.

That's not to say they don't approve of (or use) tech--they absolutely do. But Mercury knows tech has gone too far, and that corporations have made everyone dependent on their technology (and by extension, the corporations themselves). So, they speak against corporate rule and plutocracy, advocating for turning to history as a means of fighting against their oppressors--particularly the French Revolution.

Stats

Mercury is built for negotiation, persuasion, charm, and rapid escape. They are, quite literally, a lover--not a fighter. Cyberpunk RED does not offer character progression in the same sense as some other TTRPGs, so their stats will largely stay the same unless we have time and money for gear and cyberwear upgrades.

Base Stats

Skills

Intelligence: 7/8

Reflexes: 8/8

Dexterity: 6/8

Technology: 6/8

Cool: 7/8

Willpower: 6/8

Luck: 7

Move: 3/8

Body: 5/8

Empathy: 5/7 (lost some due to implants)

I've invested extra points into the following skills:

Conceal/Reveal Object (INT)

Concentration (WILL)

Perception (INT)

Athletics (DEX)

Contortionist (DEX)

Stealth (DEX)

Brawling (a bit) (DEX)

Evasion (DEX)

Acting (COOL)

Conversation (EMP)

Human Perception (EMP)

Personal Grooming (COOL)

Persuasion (COOL)

Streetwise (COOL)

Trading (COOL)

Wardrobe & Style (COOL)

Education (INT)

Language (Streetslang) (INT)

Language (Creole) (INT)

Local Expert (INT)

First Aid (TECH)

Pick Lock (TECH)

Pick Pocket (TECH)

Player Note: You'll notice some visual cues from Crowley (Good Omens) and maybe Freddie Mercury, because they were my initial inspirations for their appearance. However, nearly everything about the character, from country of origin to number of past loves, was rolled for on a table--I just added some extra color to them. Also, I have no experience with the Cyberpunk games prior to this invitation, so anachronistic criticism means nothing to me.

#oc: mercury #ttrpg character #i have no idea what i'm doing #but i love them very much #and i'm quite certain that the other very combat-specialized characters are going to get them killed #so they may have to be immortalized in a short story #i'm just sayin'

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