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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 3 months

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this may be hard to answer because we don’t actually know the characters too well yet, but what do you think vox and val actually *love* about eachother? it seems like it’s more than just sex between them, and i’m curious to know what you think their relationship is like outside the toxic or sexual parts

Anon, to me it is not hard to answer at all, I think about it constantly 🩵❤️ of course all I write is based mostly on my headcanons and interpretations.

So... What Vox loves about Valentino? First and foremost, he makes him feel free. Vox is very self-conscious; he has a lot of internalized shame that he tries to cover with his grandiosity and fake smile. Valentino is unapologetically himself, and no matter how annoying it can be, Vox admires it. He's like the least judgmental person, and except for his temper tantrums, he's quite chill. Vox can't handle something? Val doesn't care; he still thinks his boyfriend is smart and will figure shit out eventually. Vox discovers he's into some weird, socially unacceptable kink? Great, they can try it. Vox rambles for hours about sharks? Good, he has a passion; Valentino likes people with passion, he will listen, he likes his voice anyway. Vox, who has spent his whole life crafting this perfect narrative about himself, cherishes the opportunity to feel comfortable enough with other people (a lot of these things apply also to his friendship with Velvette) to act like an absolute idiot around them.

Also, I think Valentino can be a really amazing boyfriend - he can be funny, charming, and mindful of the other person. That's his whole thing; he deals with desires, and that's why people get addicted to him so quickly. In most cases, it inevitably ends with him taking absolute control over the other person and becoming abusive. But Vox is his partner, so he gets just those nice bits because Valentino knows he wouldn't be able to put him down like he did with Angel. Not that he'd want to; he likes having a partner who's equal to him, whom he can break only if he allows him to do so (yes, my reading of them is very BDSM-ish, don't @ me). Valentino wants to be loved, he loves the idea of love, surrounds himself with hearts but at the same refuses to adjust to societal norms in the way that makes him unlovable; every person he ever loved (in his mind, his obsessive desire equals love) rejected him eventually after he revealed his true nature to them. But not Vox. Vox accepts him as broken as he is, and despite all his toxicity, Vox is reliable, he's the most stable part of Valentino's life. He has the patience to deal with his mood swings, he can always find the solution when Val messes something up, he's willing to accept all the attention Valentino wants to give him, and he supports his passions (ruining lives, making weird porn and abusing people).

Essentially, their love is largely about finally finding the other person who is as bad as you are, who accepts you no matter what and helps you grow (become an even worse person).

And some additional things:

Valentino really likes how smart Vox is. He himself is impulsive and acts instantly on his urges because violence is always an answer so he's kinda impressed when Vox presents him with some elaborate plots.

Vox loves Valentino's creativity, aesthetic, and attention to detail. He really likes nice things, but he lacks the ability to understand the nuance that is necessary for creating art.

They both enjoy each other's sense of humor.

Vox really likes that Valentino is kinda dumb? He can take care of him, and he likes taking care of people because it allows him to prove himself as The Best Boyfriend. He doesn't necessarily gets the idea of unconditional love, so the fact that he has an opportunity to earn it makes him feel more secure in their relationship. That's also why he loves spoling Valentino with gifts which is perfect because Valentino loves being spoiled.

Valentino likes being a little silly when he's with Vox. At work he can't manage people with his competence, so he does it with fear. But yelling and throwing people around is exhausting; he sometimes wants to bedazzle his gun while watching some trashy reality TV and bitching about his hard day at work. It's okay because Vox is also a little silly.

Valentino generally helps Vox live life more. He helped him come out of the closet (in my headcanon Vox for his whole life struggled with internalized biphobia); shows him that emotions other than anger are acceptable and don't mean weakness; even small things like always insisting on getting nice meals (while Vox could live his whole life on black coffee and rice) or decorating their apartment with fancy yet useless stuff.

They're both power-crazy maniacs, so the idea of being with someone who is widely desired by others and could destroy them if they wished is just so incredibly hot.

Vox | Valentino | What they hate about each other

If you liked these you should definitely check out my fic

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roses-r-rosie3 · 6 months

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The Vanishing Hitchhiker

Male!Oc x M!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Blowjob, car sex

Summary: The Reader comes across someone who needs a ride in the middle of nowhere. One thing leads to another and the reader and the stranger end up hooking up. After the hookup, the stranger just vanishes….

A/n: Soooo because I sadly couldn’t do kinktober this year, I decided on making this Halloween special fic!

Quote: “I’m very sorry dude, we’re basically stranded”

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You usually had a late night drive when you couldn’t sleep, and today was one of those days. Today was really stressful for you, and it didn’t help that you couldn’t sleep, so you got off of your bed changed out of your pj’s and quickly headed out. You started your car and started to drive to wherever your heart desired.

Driving in the middle of the night was so peaceful for you. Not a lot of people would be driving, the quiet streets, and the chirps of random bugs outside were weirdly soothing to you. Everything was normal, up until you saw some random guy waving at your car. Usually, you would feel suspicious of hitchhikers but something in your heart was telling you to pull over, so you did. You pulled over next to the guy and rolled down your window.

“Hey, what are you doing out here at this time? Do you need a ride or something?” You asked.

“Yes please” the stranger said.

You unlocked your car and the guy hopped into the front seat. He put on his seatbelt and you started to drive again.

“So, do you know where you want me to drop you off?” You asked.

“The park please” the guy responded.

“The park? At this time? Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” You said.

“Yes, I’m sure” the guy said.

“Okay then” you sighed before typing in directions on your phone.

You started to have small talk, you know the typical ‘how’s your day been’ ‘where are you from’ etc. But all of a sudden your car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and your phone ran out of batteries. That was weird, you could have sworn that you still had half a tank left, you had only been driving for fifteen minutes, right? And when did your phone die? You never got the %20 battery warning.

“Damn it” you grumbled.

“I’m very sorry dude, we’re basically stranded” you apologized.

“It’s fine” the guy said.

The guy was calm, a bit too calm. There was not an ounce of fear in his voice. Who wouldn’t be scared? You’re stranded in the middle of nowhere with a stranger you barley know. While you were thinking of a way to get help, you felt a hand start to rest on your thighs. You looked up and saw the guy, he still calm as his hands crept closer and closer to your crotch area. You would’ve stopped him, but it’s not like you had anything better to do, and besides the guy was cute.

When he finally got to your zipper, he leaned his head closer to yours. He slowly pressed his lips against yours. You noticed that his lips were cold, but then again he was outside for a while so you ignored it and gave into the kiss. But all of a sudden you moaned into his mouth as you felt his cold hands slip into your boxers and slowly start to rub your hardening cock.

You whimpered as began rubbing the slit of your cock. The stranger broke the kiss and he started to pull your trousers and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your leaking cock from its restraints. Without warning, he quickly took your cock into his cold mouth.

You started groaning in pleasure as the guy started to deepthroat your cock. It was like he didn’t have a gag reflex. You gripped his soft hair as he kept taking you fully, taking your whole cock in his mouth without making a single sound.

“P-please~” you whimpered.

Several moans escaped your open mouth as his tongue drew a long strip of saliva up towards the tip. Your grip on his hair was fighting as pre-cum oozing out of your slit. He hallowed his cheeks, as he bobbed his head up and down your cock.

Your gritted your teeth when the vibrations on your sensitive, leaking cock were becoming too much. Your last straw was when the tip of your cock started to brush against the back of his throat. Your hands grabbing his hair in fists as your hips bucked slightly off of the chair, and you came with powerful sprays.

You expected him to stop after your first orgasam, but he kept on sucking, causing you get hard once again. The sound of the guy’s sucking filled your car as he took your length down his throat. Your car windows getting more foggy the more the guy started sucking. It wasn’t long until your breathing was picking up its pace, and you felt the same tingling sensation beging to form in your groin.

“Mmm~ Fuck~ I- I- I’m gonna-”

You let out an embarrassing moan as you shot thick strings of cum into his mouth. You would think that even after your second release he would stop, but he just kept going.

“I-I c-can’t take it a-anymore. T-too m-much” you stuttered.

It had been what felt like hours and the guy still would stop sucking. You were way passed overstimulation at this point. Your cock was coated with cum and saliva. You could barley even speak, and your arms felt too weak to even try to push the guy off of your cock.

You had already cum nine times already and you couldn’t take it anymore. You let out a moan, and next thing you knew, you came in his mouth for the tenth time and you passed out.

When you awoke, the guy was gone, and your pants were pulled up. But most of all, your phone battery was at full percentage and you had a full tank of gas.

That experience was weird.

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cinnbar-bun · 4 months

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Trading Cards- Cross Guild's Day Off 1 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Summary: In which you work with the three Cross Guild officers and stumble across a new trading card game to introduce to them. Hilarity ensues.

Rating: SFW/Crack

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: No relationships are defined, so feel free to headcanon whatever you want. I know it says x Reader up there and I wrote it in mind that it's a weird ass polycule but I made sure to leave it ambiguous for your reading pleasure. Reader is GN and gets Gumshoe'd, while Mihawk gains a gambling addiction. Minor swearing and violence (but funny).

A/n: Yes I collect the trading cards and I'll be damned if I don't put these three men through hell for funsies in this series (guess what's gonna happen next time).

"What's with all those boxes?” Buggy rubs his red nose as he twirls a knife in hand as you walk into the office.

“You’ll never believe this! Apparently, someone’s been selling trading cards of famous pirates and marines! It’s a crazy new thing!” You happily plop the boxes on your desk. “And so, I managed to nab a few boxes!”

Crocodile lowers the newspaper he’s reading to reveal his agitated face. “With whose money?”

“Oh, that’s no biggie,” you wave off.

“I’m docking your next paycheck,” Crocodile states as he goes back to reading. Mihawk raises a brow.

“I have to ask, can they really just sell cards of us like that?” The swordsman questions. “Besides, what makes cards like that so interesting? Isn’t this simply a child’s collection?”

“That’s what you think! But apparently, there are some secret rare cards everyone’s been dying to get their hands on!”

You get a dark blue box and marvel at it.

“Hey, why the hell is that Straw Hat on it?!” Buggy screams. “He’s a nobody! Who the hell wants a card of him?!”

“Don’t worry, there’s cards of you, I think,” you respond, and Buggy gasps before lunging for the box. “Where?!”

“I think it’s in one of them,” you point to the many boxes, and Buggy huffs.

“Well hurry up and get to them!”

“Don’t you guys wanna open them? They’re meant to be played in fun games,” you ask. “Here, I’ll separate them by fours, and everyone gets to make a new deck!”

“I have no desire to-” Crocodile begins as you drop the card packets on his desk.

“This is a strange form of games, but my interest is slightly piqued. I’ll take some,” Mihawk says, extending his hand. Buggy pouts as he’s the last to get them.

“Now, open!” You yell, while you and the Cross Guild leaders begin to open the card packets. Buggy is tearing through them, shuffling through the cards manically.

“HUH?! ALVIDA?!” He screams. “That’s not fair! How is she in this?!”

He gets more frustrated as he opens the remaining packets. “They all say ‘C’ on them!”

“They’re all common then,” you explain. Buggy lets out a sob at his bad luck. Mihawk and Crocodile ignore Buggy’s wails before Mihawk clears his throat.

“I’m not asking for any particular reason, but since this is supposed to contain the most famous pirates, does that mean Red-Haired Shanks is a part of this?” Mihawk asks, a curious tinge in his voice.

“I believe he is in here,” you nod. At your confirmation, Mihawk glares at the cards in his hands and tears them up.

“C. C. C. C. SR. SR. C. C. R. R. C. UC,” Mihawk reads aloud his card rarities as he opens the pack.

“Woah, who’re the SR’s?” You ask before Mihawk tosses the cards to the floor and opens another pack.

“C. C. C. C. C. R. R. UC. UC. R. C. C.”

“Mihawk, are you-”

“C. C. C. C. C. C. C. UC. UC. R. C. L.”

“Holy shit,” Buggy stares in awe as Mihawk’s hands move faster and his eyes frantically roam over the cards.

“C. C. C. C. C. C. C. R. R. UC. C. L.”

Crocodile rolls his eyes as Mihawk eventually covers his face with his hands, the non-Shanks having pile of cards a mess on the floor.

“What do you have?” The hooked man asks you.

“Let’s see…” you open some packets and shrug at the some of the common cards, before you smile at an SR card. “I got you!”

You proudly show off your new SR rarity Crocodile card. Crocodile motions you to step closer and gazes at the card. “Huh. That’s interesting. I better be strong.”

“Maybe. I mean, it is an SR, and that’s pretty good!”

“Why the hell are you an SR?! That’s bullshit! You got your ass handed to you by Straw Hat-”

Crocodile immediately silences Buggy by pressing his hook onto the clown’s throat. “Want to finish that?”

“N-no-”

You continue to hum as you go through more cards. “Oh, Boa Hancock!” You squeal. “She’s so cool!”

“Not as cool as us…” Buggy whines. Mihawk is still despondent on the couch.

“Woah, I got Mihawk, too!” You gasp as a very cool card of Mihawk sitting on his throne is in your hands.

“Okay, now that’s complete and utter crap! These two get in, but I don’t?! What the hell! I should burn these guys!”

“How did they find out how my outfit and room looked like…” Mihawk mumbled as his face scrunched up.

“You guys are getting so worked up over some silly cards,” Crocodile clicks his tongue as his cigar hangs from his lips.

“Easy for you to say! You at least have a card in here!” Buggy whines. “This is so stupid! (Y/n), give me the other boxes, now!”

“Hey, don’t grab them!” You swat your hands at the clown. “Crocodile still has to open his.”

“I don’t care about him! I want to find me!” Buggy grabs the first box you opened and notices a pamphlet.

“Huh? ‘Get your starter packs to begin playing’?” Buggy squinted as he went through the listed starter packs. “Let’s see… Straw Hat, that red-head-”

“Shanks?!” Mihawk jumps.

“Not that red-head,” Buggy interjects, and Mihawk sighs. “Kaido, Big Mom, Crocodi- wait a damn minute! How are you the face of one of the starter packs?”

“I am?” Crocodile blows a puff of smoke.

“Yeah! ‘Seven Warlords of the Sea’ starter pack! You jerk! Why is it you?!” Buggy screams angrily as Crocodile chuckles and twirls his cigar in his fingers.

“Well, I am the obvious choice, aren’t I?” Crocodile strokes his chin. “I am strong, handsome, and far more intelligent and renown than the others. Why wouldn’t they put me on the cards?”

“And humble,” you mutter.

“Another dock to your paycheck,” Crocodile adds, the smile on his face returning to his usual humorless appearance.

You slump your shoulders pitifully. “Crocodile, I can barely afford instant ramen at this rate.”

“Aw, it’s okay, Buggy’s here for you,” Buggy chuckles as he pats your back, relieved he’s not at the receiving end of Mihawk and Crocodile’s torment.

The four of you continue to open box after box of booster packs, with you mostly happy to just see the cool art, and Buggy hitting the floor in retaliation to his awful cards.

“Nothing! Not even one of me! And they’re all commons!”

“I really don’t know how that happened…” you pitifully look at him.

“You making fun of my nose?!” Buggy screamed, looking up at you as his makeup smeared down his face due to his crying.

“Oh…” you wince at the sorry state he’s in. “It’s okay, we can always-”

“Shiny foil!” Mihawk shouts, making everyone in the room jump. “Is it finally-”

He pulls out the card, only to scream in agony as he drops to his knees and lets the card fall through his fingers.

You curiously pick up the card, only to see it’s sadly not Shanks, but someone called… “Sogeking”?

“Who is this?” You stared at the card.

“(Y/n),” Mihawk shakily fumbles through his pockets and pulls out a bag of berries. “I don’t care what it costs. Go. Buy more boxes.”

He drops the bag in your hands and shields his eyes with a hand. Crocodile opens another packet and lets out a chilling laugh.

“What’s so funny, Croc?” Buggy asks, nervously anticipating how badly things will go when Crocodile is laughing like that.

“You’re looking for a card of Red-Hair, aren’t you?” Crocodile’s voice lowers, the smirk on his face widening.

“No we’re not!” Mihawk and Buggy shout at the same time, making you and Mihawk raise a brow at Buggy’s admission.

“Oh? So then it’s fine if I keep this card? Perhaps sell it even?” Crocodile holds up the card and everyone’s eyes are wide as you three gasp.

In his hand, is the Secret rarity Shanks card.

“You…” Mihawk says under his breath.

“How the hell did…” Buggy’s eye twitches.

“Woah… so lucky,” your eyes lighten. Crocodile’s chest rises with every laugh he lets out.

“Since no one else wants it, I think I may just sell it and get back the money (Y/n) stole for this!” He proclaims.

In an instant, Mihawk stands up and pulls out Yoru, pointing it at Crocodile.

“Hand it over.”

“You don’t get to make the demands here, Hawk Eyes,” Crocodile shakes his head. “What are you willing to offer?”

“Give it, or I’ll kill you.”

“Okaaay, well, there’s no need to kill each other-” you stand up, trying to get between the two men.

“I’m not asking again, Crocodile,” Mihawk threatens. Buggy scowls and then jumps to his feet, pulling out his knives.

“Yeah! We aren’t asking again! Hand it over!” Buggy yells, feeling confident with Mihawk’s strength at his side.

Mihawk locks his gold eyes onto Buggy and Buggy cowers in fear.

“N-never mind! Have it!” He surrenders.

You nervously think of what to do before you rip up the last packet in the room and pray to whoever is listening for another Shanks.

C. C. C. C. C. C. UC. UC. C. C. C.

You gulp. There’s only one more card. This card can either save your life, or lead to a massacre from Mihawk. Your fingers reach in and pull out the last card, and you raise a brow at the shiny gold border.

“What is this,” you murmur as you finally reveal the full card.

A Secret rarity Shanks card. But unlike Crocodile’s card, yours is a stunning art piece of Shanks. With a gold border and a badass look in Shank’s eyes, you’re in awe. Even Buggy gasps at the sight.

“M-Mihawk! We got you a Shanks!” You flail the card in your hand to draw his attention, and Mihawk swipes the card from you.

“Don’t do that! You’ll ruin it!” He lectures you and stares at the card. “Incredible. I never knew this was in here.”

He drops Yoru to the ground and presses the card to his chest, as if all the weight in the world was finally gone from him. Crocodile rolled his eyes and promptly threw his card to the ground in front of Buggy.

“Come the hell on, (Y/n)! I was negotiating!” Crocodile sighs in frustration and rests his chin on his hand. “I’m not paying you at all this week!”

You don’t even care anymore, crying tears of joy at the fact the sword that clattered on the ground beside you was not spearing your chest.

“Since we all got decks now, why don’t we try and play the game?” You innocently suggest. You lay out the multipage rule guide and manual as the three men surround you to take a peek.

Immediately after seeing the abundance of rules, all of you grimace and shake your heads.

“Maybe another time.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.”

“Great idea.”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 4 months

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No longer yours to keep

summary: what happens when you and Xaden bond with mated dragons but you're already dating Garrick?

warning: pretty suggestive, some iron flame spoilers.

Kind of part II

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For as long as you could remember it had been you three against the world. Your families had been extremely close so it was inevitable for your three to end up being best friends. And it was like that until you all started to grow up. And once the teenage years kicked in so did the desire to explore and learn new things.

You mingled in this relationship with no boundaries, no labels for a bit. Until Xaden had to uphold his duties. Had to agree to be engaged to a girl just for the sake of power. That of course meant that you and Garrick had been slightly pushed to the side. Xaden was barely free to spend time with you, barely there for your usual nights out. Meaning that you and Garrick fell into this easy rhythm. This bonding over losing a friend you two loved dearly. And without any big gestures. Without any grand signs had fallen in love.

Garrick had always been made of sharp edges, similar to Xaden. Just Xaden used that as a form of self-defense when he needed to be out in the public and Garric... He had always been on the rougher side. Had always been harder to read. To predict. But he was an amazing lover. There wasn't a moment where you felt unseen or unheard. Yes, he had his moments but once he stewed over them, he would always come to apologize. To make it right. And he was so protective. Boy, was he protective. It was both a charming thing because it empowered you even more but... it was frightening too because Garrick's heart was in your hands, he had let you in deeper than anyone else. And you had planned to keep it forever. Had planned but...

But then threshing came. You three were at the top of your squad. Ready to grasp the best spots in the section. Garrick and Xaden were already waiting when you emerged. They had remained close friends throughout the years. Lost had changed and in all honesty it was you who bitched to Xaden the most. "We can do the next shipment after we bond with dragons", Xaden said quietly. There was a revelation brewing. And surprise, surprise Xaden was at the top of it. "I'll get the boys to take the boxes tonight", Garrick said, as his arm sneaked around your waist, "Hey", he muttered pressing his lips to your temple. "Everything's okay?", you asked, earning a nod from them both. "Excited to bond?", you looked across the field as the wind picked up.

"I have my eyes set on a dragon I want", Xaden said firmly. "Of course you do", you rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling the urge to cling to Garrick as if this might as well be the last time you two were gonna see one another. "You're okay?", Garrick wrapped an arm over your shoulders, you hesitated for a moment but... they were your childhood friends after all.

"I just have this weird feeling", you breathed out, "Like something is about to change". Xaden snicked from beside you and Garrick threw him a glare. "We will be bonding with dragons today, princess", Xaden mused. "Might be. Don't be too full of yourself", you bit back, Garrick instantly brought you closer to him, hands on your hips, "Don't bite his throat out, baby". Xaden pushed away from the wall, "I'll see you two there".

You huffed out a breath. You didn't want to be a bitch but that man was grinding your gears at times. He was also putting himself in so much danger and for what? A fucking title? "Tell me about what's worrying you", Garrick cupped your face. Your eyes met his. God, you loved this man. "I just have a bad feeling", you muttered, "I don't think that anyone is dying today but... I think that things are going to be different. Really different". Garrick tilted his head to the side as he watched you. "All I care about is that you come back to me", he muttered, "with or without a dragon, I just want you back by my side". His words clenched at your heart because somehow deep down you had an inkling that that was exactly what wasn't gonna happen.

You had crossed paths with burnt flesh multiple times. Guess this year's threshing theme was roasted cadets for dinner. You were so tired. Sure, this had to end soon and you would have to admit your defeat. And just... A puff of hot air hit your back making you still. You could feel its presence behind you. You took a deep breath in before turning around. And here it stood. The biggest black dragon you had ever seen. "Holly fuck", you breathed beneath your breath.

Your head was buzzing. Every fiber of your skin was on fire. You could believe that you had bonded with a dragon. A black one at that. Black dragons rarely bonded. Lower your ego he snarled in your mind. You slide down his leg ready to give your dragon's name so you can be officially linked when an overwhelming sense of emotions hits your chest. You faltered slightly. Gripping the edge of the table a huge scroll will names was placed on it.

You hand fell on your chest as the edges of your vision blurred. You let out a pained breath as your eyes snapped up and here he stood. On the other side of the field. A blue dragon by his side. Eyes burning holes into you. Hands in fists. What the fuck... you felt an arm wrapping around your waist. Oddly enough wanting to pull away because it just didn't feel right only to find Garrick inches from you, cupping your face. And then everything went black.

Your eyes snapped open with a jolt. The moon was casting faint light over the room. Garrick was passed out beside you. His hand wrapped around your middle. You brushed your fingers through his messy hair when a wave of need rushed through you. Need that wasn't however in any way related to the man that was next to you. Come to me. The voice rang in your head making you jolt. And even if you didn't want to. And even if you tried to fight it. Tried to fall back asleep. Tried cuddling into your boyfriend. Not even fifteen minutes later you were padding through the quiet corridors.

You didn't even have a clue as to where you were going and yet here you were, standing right next to the person that had taken over your mind. "Why the fuck do I feel you in every fiber of my body, Riorson", you said through gritted teeth. Your body grew warm just from the sight of him. "Our dragons are mated", he said bluntly, puffing out a cloud of mirth-root. You instantly crossed the distance between you too, snatching the blunt and taking a hit yourself. The overwhelming feeling eased slightly, but your body still yarned for him.

"We need to sort this out, get this fixed", you muttered, brushing your fingers through your hair in frustration. "How do you plan on doing that? They have been mates for centuries. Fuck, we hadn't even been born back then", Xaden huffed out. "I'm with Garrick, I won't leave him, I...", you muttered in panic, but Xaden's hand that sneaked up your throat made your voice die down.

"They are fucking", Xaden said through gritted teeth, eyes hazy as he looked at you. You could feel it too. Gods, even the smell of him. "We can't... I can't do this to him", you pushed back, trying to keep distance between you two. "Do you think it's not eating me alive?", Xaden growled, cursing under his breath, "I watched Garrick falling head over heels for you. You're it for him, and now...", Xaden turned around, bracing a hand on the wall as he breathed. Please hold your pleasure to yourself you snarled at your dragon. But it's like your words didn't even reach him.

You took in a shaky breath, right as your eyes met Xaden, and within the blink of an eye you were pressed against the stone wall, legs wrapped around Xaden's hips. His teeth buried in your neck as you dug your nails into the back of his neck. It felt as if your body was on fire. As if only with him near you could finally breathe. "We can go back to having an open relationship", Xaden breathed against your ear. You shook your head, "Garrick will never share, we're in too deep", you muttered. Xaden let out a growl, "If he'll want to keep you, he will share, baby". His hands moved up your shirt, Garrick's shirt, and that was a reminder enough for you to push against Xaden's chest. You wiggled till he finally lost his grip on you. "If you'll challenge him for a claim of me, I swear to everything I believe in, I will suffocate you in your sleep", you pointed a warning finger at him. Xaden only chuckled, "You'll be crawling to me", he breathed out. Dark eyes watching you. "Fuck you, Riorson", you huffed, "You'll do that to baby", he mussed right as you turned around. Practically running back to your room. Heart beating in your chest so loudly that for a while it was all you could breathe.

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delzinrowe · 2 months

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They Find Your Toys [PART B] - HEADCANON

A/N: Without my laywer I won't say anything... WARNINGS: NSFW-ish. Some use of explicit words and scenarios. Nothing hardcore. F!Reader SUMMARY: Self-explanatory. Their reaction when they find your toys. [Established relationship]. INCLUDES: ☆ Choso, Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Toji, Utahime, Yaga, Ijichi ☆ → PART A

CHOSO… For being the oldest in the entire bunch this 150 year old half curse has no idea what this palm sized thing is. Even the round opening with something that vaguely resembles a tongue gives him no clue. Being born out of the necessity of the evil guys didn’t really grant him much free time, or even a lot of access to the internet. He doesn’t even have a phone. He’s completely dumbfounded. Count on him to take your toy to Yuji and ask him for advice. After all it could be something medical, what if you were sick and this is part of your treatment? He doesn’t want to imagine you hiding something grave like a disease from him. Once Yuji turns into an embarrassed tomato in front of him Choso would realise that maybe this is something of the more private nature. Yuji would only stammer that he needs to talk to you directly about it, probably yelling at him to never ever come with something like that to him. The intimate adult toy of his half-curse brother’s girlfriend? Must like “How awkward do you want it to be? Yes.”

Either way, he’ll act according to Yuji’s advice and ask you straight up about it. He has to refrain from mentioning that your face turned the same shade as Yuji, he feels that if he confessed that Yuji knew about it as well you might get mad at him. And since he doesn’t mention it you sort of regain yourself quickly, explaining to him what exactly it is and how it’s used. If you think he’s weirded out, no. He’s not. He’s more curious than anything. He wants to learn, he wants to know what gets you going and what makes you lose your mind. He wants to be able to give you the most intense pleasure ever. He’s so willing to learn.

SATORU GOJO… Trust this big man child’s ego and pride to be wounded to the core. While he might entertain the fantasy of you using these toys and possibly even pleasure himself while doing so, he’s still butthurt over having a 20cm long battery operated competition. Needless to say, Satoru will immediately hide your toys, just so he can see you getting more and more frustrated when you can't find them and need that sweet relief. He’d be your hero in shining armour, or rather with an already shining tip. “You look like you could use some relief. I think I could help?”

BONUS: This man right here can be considerate and thoughtful at times. One of the times when he gets sent on missions, he comes up with an idea. Satoru would get you a whole dildo and toy set shaped after his penis and balls and probably even his abs, just because he’s confident enough for that. If his girlfriend uses a toy, it must at least be a replica of him.

SUGURU GETO… Now for this once I will go with him during his school time. Because if it happens afterwards when he turned his back on ‘monkeys’, then he might genuinely be mad at you for wasting money on ‘monkey’ toys, and letting it anywhere near you. However, his student self would most definitely blush. He’s mature alright, but that doesn’t mean that a teenage boy finding the adult toy of his teenage girlfriend wouldn't be absolutely dumbfounded at the discovery. Especially if your relationship hasn’t gotten physical or intimate yet. He’d subtly put it back where he found it. But if your relationship is already at that level, he’d most definitely bring it up. He’s not insecure in his own skills, and most definitely doesn’t feel threatened by the toy either, but he strives for open communication and better understanding. So he hopes that bringing this up will make you open up about your desires, so that he can help you with your pleasure.

SHOKO IEIRI… Oh gosh, Shoko can be a tease, and she’s big into giving you rules that you need to follow. One of said rules is not to touch yourself. You think you found a grey area when you let a toy touch you? Think again. Shoko is strict, she’d show no mercy when she punishes you for using toys without her permission. But you can’t complain too much when eventually the toy is part of your punishment. After all, no matter how strict she is, Shoko does love to pleasure you and make you scream for her until the neighbours file noise complaints.

KENTO NANAMI… He’s a mature one, therefore it wouldn’t be wrong to assume that maybe he was the one who even bought you the toy. He likes to give you gifts once in a while, it’s one of the many ways he shows love, since vocally he isn’t the most romantic. Romance and mental wellbeing, trust and love are just as important in a relationship as physical pleasure, he acknowledges that and treats you perfectly in every aspect. He might even use the toys during your nights together, making you effectively lose your goddamn mind when he thrusts into you while holding the vibrator in just the right angle to your clit. Kento Nanami knows what he’s doing.

He always. hits. the. spot.

TOJI FUSHIGURO… Toji would not let this slide. The moment he finds your toys it could go one of two ways. His ego would be heavily wounded knowing that you evidently still use your toys even though he’s such a sexy specimen. He’d wait for you to come home and instantly throw you on the bed and have his way with you. He’d pound you in every position and pleasure you until you’d be crying from overstimulation. He wouldn’t stop until you’re close to passing out. Only then he’d look at you with this smug shit-eating grin, telling you “I can’t believe you’d ever use toys when you got me, babe.”

However, there’s a possibility that instead of just having his way with you, he’d use your toys on you, for hours, until you beg for mercy. After which he smugly comments, “See, now that’s how you use toys properly.” Wherein he had a bruised ego at first, now he’s more than happy to keep the toys.

UTAHIME IORI… Considering Utahime operates from Kyoto, since she’s a teacher there, she’d be more than understanding in this situation. After all, when she visits you during the Good Will exchange event and finds your toy she can’t blame you. She’s got few of her own. Long distance is difficult when you don’t see each other, but her unexpected findings also open up new doors. Since now you two can pleasure each other on calls, each of you with your favourite toy while desperately moaning the other’s name until you reach your toe-curling, back-arching and overwhelming climax together.

MASAMICHI YAGA… He’s a little tricky, but in all honesty, he’d be as mature about it as Suguru. He doesn’t feel threatened at all. If he finds your toy during a time where both of you are really stressed and don’t have much time for each other then he might even feel relieved about it, considering it would reassure him that you’re not satisfying your needs elsewhere. No matter how strict and stoic he gives himself, deep within his chest is a soft heart that holds more love than anyone would know. Therefore he’s naturally prone to self doubts. He’s mature enough to bring up the topic, even if it makes you blush when you confess that sometimes when he’s busy you need to relieve your stress. But you can’t miss the smile on his face when you mention that you’re always thinking of him during those moments.

KIYOTAKA IJICHI… If you think for even a second that Ijichi wouldn’t blush to the extent of risking an aneurism you are dead wrong. This man, in all his adult glory, has barely ever had a girlfriend. He’s well aware of toys, he even has one or two toys for the male pleasure, but having a girlfriend that uses toys for her own pleasure? The mere thought of that is sending the blood in his body into two very specific places, mainly his cheeks and his genitals. But he would be entirely too embarrassed to ever bring it up. Even after months or years he would never mention how he found your toy that one day. God help this man, you’ll be the death of him.

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feyhunter78 · 6 months

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Trust Fund Baby Series + Meg's Kinktober #21 Almost Caught AKA Late Night, a Few Drinks

Description: Carmy invites you to try the new drinks for The Bear's opening. (This fic is actually sfw sorry to disappoint)

Trust Fund Baby (nsfw)

“Saint Anthony, huh? Didn’t know you were Catholic.” You say, hooking one finger under the gold chain around his neck, leaning forward with a drunken giggle as you inspect it.

“I’m not, just Italian.” Carmy says, his lips mere inches from yours, when you look up and realize how close you two are. He’s so pretty like this, and his eyes are so, so, blue you swear you could drown in them.

You’re practically in his lap, one hand balancing yourself on his knee, the other holding his chain, his gaze holding yours, looking as if he wants to devour you.

“Ah, yes, makes perfect sense.” You nod, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, it’s all you can do around Carmy, especially when you’re drinking.

“Yeah?” Camry asks, leaning back on his hands, half lidded eyes, slightly glazed from alcohol, watching as you toy with the small pendant.

“Yeah.” You echo, eyes flickering down to his lips.

“Real nice of you to come help out with the tastings.” Carmy says, pink tongue darting out, wetting his lips.

You swallow hard, the rational part of your brain telling you to pull back. “Can’t say no to free drinks with my favorite chef now, can I?”

His eyebrows lift and he cocks his head slightly to the side. “I’m your favorite chef, sweetheart?”

“Of course.” You say it so simply, like it’s a fact, because to you, it is. “Well, you and Syd, she makes a killer breakfast.”

He laughs, his head rolling back, the sound infectious.

You lean back, letting Carmy’s chain drop and settle gently on his chest.

“That all it takes to win you over? A good breakfast?” Carmy asks, smiling that half smile that makes your stomach do flips.

“I guess so.” Your face is warm, from the alcohol, embarrassment, desire? You’re not sure.

“I’m pretty good at making breakfast too.” He says, the low lighting in The Bear makes his eyes impossibly dark, like the ocean during a storm, and you’re one drink away from diving in.

You gather your courage, hoping you still look as good as you did when you left your apartment. “Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll have to come over and try it some time then.”

Carmy’s eyes widen, just a fraction, but it’s enough to knock down every bit of confidence you built up.

“Shit, sorry, that was such a weird thing to say.” You look at your glass, though you know it’s empty. “I think the drinks are getting to me.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, nah, wasn’t weird at all, love to make you breakfast sometime.”

You bite your lip to hide your smile. “Yeah?”

He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering for a moment too long, his eyes darting to your bottom lip, still trapped between your teeth. “Yeah, anytime, love cooking for you, it’s cute when you get all excited, and you got that pretty smile on your face.”

And there go the butterflies. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” You tease, dragging out the “y” sound, and laughing when he rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ know I think that. Everybody thinks that, prettiest damn girl in the whole world.” He says, voice low, but earnest.

“No way, prettiest girl in the world is Jessica Chastain.” You laugh, cheeks burning as you try to wave off his compliment, your heart doing double time jumping jacks in your chest.

He lets out a low whistle. “Almost forgot about her.”

Ouch.

You try not to let that hurt you considering you brought it up, but it still stings, and you look away, feeling the sting settle in your skin.

Carmy sits up, his hand cradling your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. “Hey, hey, what’s up with you, what happened?”

You smile at him, but you know he can see it’s a bit forced. “Nothing, nothing, just got lost in thought.”

“Don’t get all sad on me, I don’t like when my pretty girl’s sad.” He says, thumb caressing your cheek slowly.

My pretty girl. Has he ever called you that before? Ever staked a claim, expressed any real desire to have you as his? You don’t think so, and now the moment has weight. Weight you’re not ready to think about.

“Just got a bit insecure, don’t know why. I literally love her, and don’t have any ideas that I’d actually look as pretty as a celebrity, that would be crazy.”

Carmy lets out a huff and his thumb brushes against your lips, the touch sending shockwaves through you, and Carmy as well. “Don’t be fuckin’ dumb, of course you’re as pretty as a celebrity, fuckin’ prettier than all the celebrities.”

“Hey…” You warn, scrunching up your nose. “Don’t call me dumb.”

His face falls. “No, no, sweetheart, I’d never, I just meant—”

You stop him with a hand on his chest, right over the gold pendant. “I’m kidding, I know what you meant, and I appreciate it.”

Carmy visibly relaxes. “Got me scared for a second.”

“I’m sorry.” You giggle, going to move your hand.

He catches it and brings it to his lips. “I’m serious, you’re so fuckin’ pretty y/n, like it makes no fuckin’ sense.” His lips warm, a bit chapped, but still soft, and your skin tingles, butterflies erupting in your stomach all over again.

“Oh.” You breathe, heart fluttering, your eyes locked on your joined hands. “Well, um, genetics I guess?”

“Genetics.” He echoes, relinquishing your hand and leaning back on his own, his eyes drifting to the window, leaving you to try and fight the lovesick smile threatening to appear.

“Yeah, my mom is gorgeous.” You say, wishing his gaze would drift back to you.

It does, and you beam at him.

“I bet.” Carmy says, his eyes darting down to your lips, to the way you’re still half leaning on him, the way your shirt clings to you, like a second skin, his free hand settling on your hip.

“I really do appreciate you asking me to come try the drinks with you.” You tell him, voice quiet, unwilling to break the sudden tension that’s appeared.

“Of course, I always have fun with you, wouldn’t want anyone else here with me.” His hand burns on your hip, and you want to pull it either lower or higher, just want something to happen.

“You’re so sweet to me.” You smile, eyes dropping to his lips, then flickering up to his eyes.

He’s so close, and you can practically taste the alcohol on his lips, the bitters, the orange, the burned sugar.

“Easy to be sweet to you.” Carmy says, it’s more of an exhale against your lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek once more, your noses brushing against each other, the sound of your blood rushing in your ear and—

“Yo cousin, where you at?” Richie’s voice booms through The Bear, and you jolt backwards, pushing away from Carmy as if he burned you.

He looks dazed, lips still parted, eyes soft and focused on you. Then he blinks, and it’s all gone, he’s back to normal. “In the front, by the bar.”

Kinktober masterlist

#meg's writing #meg's kinktober #kinktober 2023 #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x y/n #carmy x reader #carmy x you #this is actually safe for work #the bear fx #TFB series

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inbarfink · 8 months

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Among the various readings and interpretations of What the Hell is Up With the Ending to the DHMIS Web Show - one of the more interesting ones (from my perspective, at leas) has always been that it’s all a metaphor for repeating patterns of trauma and/or abuse.

As in, most of the narrative of the DHMIS Webshow has been some sort of surrealist metaphor for Roy being an overcontrolling and manipulative parental figure for his son and his friends

And then the ending shows them finally escaping his influence -

Only that without a frame of reference for just how screwed-up their upbringing really was and without any healthy way to process their various traumas, they end up being in danger of just replicating his abuse on their own. Either on each other or maybe on the color-swapped characters who can, like, represent their own children or something.

And so the vague ending of the Webshow is an open question, yes, the trio might’ve gotten physically away from Roy’s influence - but are they free from it mentally?

Or are they doomed to snap back into their old familiar world?

And the interesting thing about this is that like… that could be what the Web Show is about on a metaphorical level. But in the TV Show, with its greater emphasis on interpersonal conflicts and the characters - the idea of our main trio unknowingly replicating the abuse they live under is not just something we can hypothetically ruminate on. It’s something we can actually see, something we can actually feel.

Like, the first thing that made me think of Yellow and Red’s interactions with Stain Edwards.

This is basically the closest the Three of Them can get to being parental figures within the confines of the Format. He starts out as such a sweet and curious child-like being, his title for himself is literally ‘the Forever Boy’. And, well…

Red and Yellow are just so uncomfortable with his curiosity and thirst for adventure that they basically immediately try and stomp it right out. And that’s like a whole big thing about DHMIS, isn’t it? The way that children’s edutainment and the education system actually curbs children's curiosity and desire for learning so they can better memorize easily-digestible simplified concepts and Respect Their Authority Figures.

You know, it’s the whole thing with…

And that’s kinda how Red acts with Stain? He’s a lot less violent and more subdued about it - but he also discourages the little guy from asking questions and wanting to explore the world.

And he is trying to push him into fitting more into the Format. And, like, managing his life like the Trio’s own life is managed by the Format. First more generally into what being part of the DHMIS main trio is supposed to mean (‘just sit here and something will happen’) and then eventually literally turning him into something he didn’t want to be.

And from our more familiar perspective, it’s clear that Red Guy really just genuinely thinks at this point that sitting passively and Waiting to Be Taught At is how things are Supposed to Be and can’t really imagine things going any other way. He is honestly just trying to get Stain to understand how their life is supposed to work. (Well until it starts becoming about making a new Duck)

And it’s also clear to us how much Red Guy is motivated by just unaddressed grief about Duck and wanting to avoid conflict with Yellow Guy, who's a lot more explictly lashing out at Stain in his grief

"What's the matter with him?" "Nothing. Just don't look at him." "What? Where can I look? I can't look at him, can't look over there..." "No, if, if you want to look at stuff, just tell me and I-I'll make a list. Of where you should or should not look..." "Seems like a weird system..." "Yeah, well, you seem like a weird little...thing with...and you don't even... the other guy at least had his own clothes"

But looking at it from Stain’s perspective, taking aside our understanding of Red’s character and motivation. This is just an authority figure giving him a nonsense set of rules and then lashing out at him when he questions it. Never giving a deeper explanation than ‘this is how it’s supposed to be’ and basically punishing his curiosity.

Kinda like, well, how the Teachers tend to interact with the trio.

And then there’s Yellow Guy who’s just totally lashing out at Stain through the whole thing, because, again, he can’t process the grief of losing Duck. Because his environment did not give him the tools to properly process that trauma and he has no healthy frame of reference to grief and that’s kinda...

Yeah, that’s just what I was talking about. Stain’s subplot in ‘Death’ is just Yellow and Red having not interrogated their abusive environment and not really dealing with their trauma and thus repeating the patterns of the Teachers on their new child-like figure.

Which then culminates with either Duck killing Stain in the name of preserving the status-quo of the format (“there’s only supposed to be three of us”) or with Stain having internalized so much of what Yellow and Red (but mainly Red) taught him about what he’s supposed to be that he was willing to kill in the name of the Format - and then slotted in perfectly in the unadventurous, unquestioning role of Duck.

And this lil narrative is especially interesting if you believe any variance of the David Theory. Because Yellow and Red were mainly motivated in their mistreatment of Stain by their Grief about a ‘dead’ family member. Which could mirror Lesley's trapping and mistreatment of the trio and her own motivations.

But I think this idea of mirroring and repeating patterns of abuse are reflected in more than just this one episode. It’s also reflected in the way Red and Duck tend to mistreat Yellow.

Because while Yellow doesn’t slot as neatly into the Child position like Stain did- his simplistic naïveté does mean he often plays a Child-like role in our favorite Forced Family dynamic. And the way that Duck and Red can often condescend to him can… very well mirror the condescending way the teachers address all three of them.

Especially when you also consider the similar manner both the Teachers and Red + Duck react to Yellow being fully charged in ‘Electricity’. They are all so nervous about Yellow breaking away from his supposed ‘role’ as the Stupid One.

And they especially all seem so very insecure about the idea that Yellow might be smarter than they are.

And that’s, you know, also an aspect of children’s education that tends to actually harm children and their curiosity. This desire for ‘respect’ towards authority figures and this egotistical need for teachers and parents to always be smarter than their kids - causing them to subtly or bluntly punish children for just being clever or inquisitive.

It’s, you know “I’m the adult, you are the child. I am supposed to be the Smart and Knowledgeable one and you are the one who must be taught. And you need to play your role!”

Again, that seems to be the whole thing in ‘Time’.

Here it’s a lot more subtle and less openly hostile, but Yellow can tell that just like that Insurance Teacher, Red and Duck’s egos have also been hurt by the fact that they might not be smarter than Yellow Guy anymore. And he considers going back to the role he’s ‘supposed to be’, even though being fully-charged seems to feel better for him (‘this doesn’t feel wrong’), just for them.

That’s almost literally a child giving up on a pursuit of knowledge just to placate his parental figures.

And then, you know, his refusal to do so and his assertion of his own ability to make decisions for himself (his own maturity, "they're not in charge of us anymore" "Maybe they never were") is directly what leads to him ascending and disassembling not just the trio’s dynamic but the very structure of the Format.

And I think, it’s not just that Red and Duck’s treatment of Yellow mirrors the way the teachers treat the Three of Them - it might be a result of it as well. With how condescending the teachers are towards them in general, bullying Yellow is their way to assert some sort of maturity and intelligence for themselves. It's super-fucked up, but this is how they internalized expressing what ‘intelligence’ is supposed to look like. And they have no frame of reference for a way of feeling smart or in control that doesn’t involve shutting someone else down. Because that's what literally every authority figure does for them all the time.

Now, do I think that means that our trio is doomed to mirror those patterns? That they will always inevitability repeat the horrors they go through on each other and others? Well, just like with every ‘cycle of abuse’, it can always be broken. But it will take some actual understanding and self-awareness and personal healing from the trio.

And without this, they’re not just trapped within the Horrors physically, but also spiritually as well. Without it, no matter if they do manage to run away, on some level, their journey will always end up back at home....

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They put eggs in him?!

MINORS DNI

Ehe thank u for the commission @peedpanties <3 i love that i got to write abt some of my fave things in the world such as eggs and crying men and pee and levi :)

Warnings: amab gender neutral dom top reader, sub bottom Levi, levi has a vent + tentacle hemipenis, animalistic/demonic traits, piss!!, eggs!!, ovipositioning, dacryphilia

To your utter delight and surprise, Leviathan is the one to suggest the eggs.

“Stop smiling at me like that,” he scrunches his nose in mock disgust, laying on the bed in front of you, his legs spread with you seated comfortably between them. “It’s weird.”

But you can’t help it, you’re so proud of him for working up the courage to ask you to try a new kink with him. Most times it’s hard enough to remind him that it’s okay for him to indulge in the stuff you know he likes. It’s a big deal that he not only let you know about his interest in ovipositioning, but that he had prepared and researched and wanted to jump right in.

“Okay,” you hum, and don’t stop smiling at him. “Are you ready?” and here’s where the blushing begins. Levi nods, looking away, but spreading his legs wider for you. This is the Levi you’re prepared for when it comes to trying out new kinks: the cute, bashful, and sometimes nearly unbelievably shy Levi.

You know to take it slow and easy with him, watching him carefully for any negative reaction. Luckily, because of his preparation, there won’t be the typical shuffling and maneuvering, and you’re able to simply reach for the lube next to you to generously slick up your fingers. Levi gasps softly when you run your wet fingers along his vent, spreading his lips open, so you can access his hole.

You’re hard just from looking at him (well, the kissing and heavy petting that occurred earlier to soothe Levi’s nerves certainly helped), but your cock will go largely neglected during this. It might hurt and annoy you later, but right now you’re so consumed with Levi that you can almost forget how turned on you are.

Your first finger slips in easily, rubbing against his already gooey insides. His hemipenis are still sealed away within his vent, and your finger brushes against the appendages every so often. Levi lets out a breathy whine when you slip in a second finger.

The five silicone eggs that came with the ovipositor are the most beginner friendly that you could find, while still fulfilling Levi’s desire to feel full. This is your first time trying this, after all, and you wanted to make it as safe and inviting as possible for your predictably anxious lover. You figure if you can get him comfortably stretched out with three fingers, he’ll be prepared enough to take the eggs.

It’s not long at all before you’re able to slip in a third finger, and Levi melts into the bed beneath him, purring loudly. His vent has gotten more wet as you’ve loosened him up, and you can feel his cocks trying to press their way out. Your fingers dance around them, working Levi up even more with each brush against them.

“I think you’ll be ready soon,” you tell him, flexing your fingers open and closed, making sure his vent is open for your eggs. Levi makes a little noise, a sign that he heard you, and he tightens around your fingers.

After a moment more, you slowly slide your fingers out of him, causing Levi to whine softly. The tips of his cocks peak out of his vent, wriggling as they try to free themselves. Levi brings a hand down, pressing the heel of his palm against his hole to keep them in (he grinds against his hand a little, but you pretend not to notice).

Picking up the ovipositor you then lube it up quickly. It’s shaped like a tentacle, which did not surprise you in the slightest.

“Good to go?” you ask, noticing that Levi is still covering his vent.

“Yeah- yes, we just have to wait a second cause I’ll- um- cum too quick,” he practically whispers that last bit. You coo,

“Aw okay, just let me know when you’re ready,” you tell him, leaning down to kiss him. Levi moans against your lips, opening his mouth for your tongue. He makes all sorts of noises as you kiss him deeply, and you swallow them up eagerly.

“Ah,” he huffs after finally pulling away, “‘m ready,” he tells you, looking up with those big amber eyes that make your knees weak.

Slowly, he moves his hand, revealing his vent to you once again. You press the head of the ovipositor against his entrance, and it pops in easily. From there it’s smooth sailing, with you only pausing momentarily for Levi to adjust.

When there’s a little of the shaft left outside of him, you stop. Grabbing one of the eggs placed next to you, Levi’s eyes are wide and wild as he watches you lube it up. You smile to yourself as you watch his third eyelid blink, wetting his eye while still letting him continue to watch your every move.

“Okay,” you say, mostly to yourself, and sounding entirely too excited. Levi lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding when you push the egg into the ovipositor. You move it forward through the tentacle by squeezing a bit of the shaft. From there, Levi flexes and squeezes his vent around the ovipositor, and you’re unable to tell where the egg is until he gasps loudly.

“Oh! It’s in, it’s in,” he tells you excitedly, reaching out to touch you. You grab his hand, and he squeezes it, smiling happily and purring loudly.

“Feels good?” you ask hopefully. Levi nods,

“Yeah, um it is good, mhmm really good,” he blinks slowly, one eye and then the other- a telltale sign that he’s losing control already. Your cock throbs, knowing that even with only one egg inside, Levi is already so affected.

“Good!” you’re relieved that the experience so far is meeting his expectations, and making him feel good. “Another one?” He nods at your question,

“Yeah, please,” and with that, you’re slicking up another egg and repeating the process. Levi moans as it travels through the ovipositor, his voice cracking when it deposits into his vent. Then you push in another. It takes longer to press in this egg, and there’s a couple of times where you wonder if you should stop and give Levi a break, but he seems adamant and determined to keep going.

Levi holds onto your hand through it all, going from completely lax to a vice-like grip within a matter of seconds.

“Ah-are you sure they’re all going to fit?” he asks breathlessly after the third egg slides into his vent, glancing over at the remaining eggs. It’s the first time that he’s shown any hesitence, and you know that means it’s time to heap on your reassurance and support. You coo,

“I think you can take two more baby,” he preens under the praise, “you’ve done so well with the first few, these next ones are going to be easy as cake,” you promise, leaning in to kiss his sweaty forehead.

“Okay,” his voice sounds wobbly, but excited. You give him a moment to adjust to the three eggs inside of him before lubing up another.

Like you’d predicted, Levi’s able to take the remaining eggs into his vent. It takes even longer for these to deposit, and he’s gasping by the time the last one pushes inside of him.

“Oh there we go,” you muse, rubbing his thigh gently, “they’re all in, good boy,” Levi moans weakly. You watch as his vent twitches around the ovipositor, adjusting to the weight and feel of the eggs inside of him.

“How do you feel?” you ask curiously.

“S’full,” he slurs, one of his hands coming to touch his belly. He sighs dreamily, “oh, ‘m gonna keep your eggs safe, I’ll-I’ll take good care of ‘em,” he babbles. You smile, suddenly very aware of your own arousal.

“Aw, so good for me, darling,” you hum, reaching down to gently tug on the ovipositor. Levi whines, but ultimately lets you pull it from his vent. His hole gapes and you can feel your cock twitch.

“Fuck Levi, you look so good,” you groan. Levi hiccups,

“You can’t fuh-fuck me when the eggs are inside,” he reminds you solemnly.

“Are you gonna help me out some other way then?” you ask, grinning. Levi nods happily, mimicking your smile. It takes a moment while you shuffle around, but soon you’re laying next to him, so Levi can jerk you off comfortably.

His hand is shaky and clumsy as he strokes you, but you’re so close already, you don’t mind much.

“Mhmm Levi,” you moan, “love the way you look ah-all stuffed full of my eggs,” his pace stutters at your words. Levi’s eyes are glued to your cock, and he’s practically drooling. He rubs your tip, collecting the pre-cum bubbling there.

Levi moans alongside you, rubbing his thighs together to quell the growing arousal in his gut. You want so badly to touch him, but he’d been very serious about not getting off until it was time to take the eggs out. He’d explained that one of his biggest fears about trying out the experience was accidentally letting an egg slide out of him before he was ready.

Even though he’s not being pleasured by you, Levi seems more than content with watching and helping you get off. He licks his lips, flicking his hand up and down along your cock, faster and faster.

Your hips jerk into his fist as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Looking at the slight bulge in Levi’s stomach gets you off quicker than you’d care to admit.

“Um, please cum,” Levi begs softly, “I wanna see it,” and you’d have to be dead to deny him. With a soft gasp, you clutch onto him, spilling over his newly bulged tummy. Levi moans alongside you, feeling how you pulse and twitch in his hand.

When you’ve regained your breath and go soft, Levi smiles,

“That was so hot,” he whispers, all flushed and cute. Unable to help yourself, you kiss him sweetly. When you pull back Levi looks mildly uncomfortable.

“No offense,” he starts, “but I wanna get cleaned up before it dries,” he tells you, very clearly referring to your cum. You laugh, and ease your way out of your bed, then help Levi to his feet. He’s a bit shaky, so you help him to the bathroom.

“Um, so the plan is,” Levi starts, as you grab some wipes to clean him up, “that I’m gonna keep these- your eggs in all day,” he reminds you.

“Mhmm,” you make an affirmative sound, and Levi continues.

“I want you to be there when they have to come out again,” you look at him with a loving smile,

“Of course! I want to be there too,” you assure him. “I think,” you begin, when Levi goes quiet, “you’re going to have to help me out again after I watch you,” Levi’s jaw drops and his face goes up in flames.

“Omg, you’re such a perv!” he cries. With a laugh you roll your eyes, because he’s so obviously calling the kettle black, but don’t say anything and instead start to tenderly clean him.

The two of you are with one another for a bit longer before parting ways. Levi heads (slowly, shakily,) to his room, and you go out, promising to return in a few hours.

Levi thought it’d be easy to keep the eggs (your eggs, he keeps reminding himself) inside him all day long. He’s not a very active person, and he’d figured that would work in his favor.

The walk to his room was agonizing. Though you’d been there to help, Levi was terrified of someone finding him in this state. You’d sworn that no one would be able to tell, but he felt his limp was obvious. And the way the eggs had moved inside of him was just a preview for how the day would continue.

For the first few hours, Levi’s in heaven. He can’t stop smiling to himself and running his hands over his stomach, so giddy and lovestruck over the fact that you did this to him. It’s remarkably easy to convince himself that the eggs are real, and they’re your clutch, and you chose him to carry them. It’s a fantasy he’s had a hundred times before, and is made so much more intense because he can feel the eggs inside of him.

Soon though, Levi runs into a few issues.

He hadn’t thought about how they’d slide and rub against his hemipenis any time he shifted in his chair or got up. He hadn’t thought about how there would be a constant press and bulge against his belly, reminding him that the eggs were seated deep within him.

He had especially not thought of how to pee with them inside.

When Levi felt the first pang of need from his bladder, a similar pang of anxiety shot through his body. What if they fell out while he tried to pee? The fear of the eggs popping out overcame his need to relieve himself, and Levi very quickly came to the conclusion that he should hold his pee.

Not even two hours later, Levi is squirming and pressing his legs together as he tries his best to distract himself from how badly he has to pee. He can feel the eggs pressing against his bladder, and any time they move he feels like he’ll burst.

His palms are sweating, and he feels like every hair on his body is standing up. Every so often, shivers rock their way from the top of his skull down to the tips of his toes. And, as much as Levi would hesitate to admit it, his vent is wet from the anticipation that comes with holding. The eggs moving around inside of him are painful and arousing all at the same time and it’s making Levi lightheaded. He finds himself grinding himself against his chair, wanting so badly to get off, but knowing that he can’t do that without wetting himself.

He looks at the clock, and there are still a couple of hours until you agreed to meet up in his room again. He doesn’t know if he can last that long.

Forty-five minutes later, Levi leaks a bit, and he can feel the eggs shift inside of him. In this brief moment his worst fears get confirmed, if he pees, your eggs will surely be pushed out of his vent.

Scrambling for his phone, Levi dials your number with shaky hands.

“Hi lovely, how-”

“I need you,” Levi rushes, uncaring of where you are or with whom you’re with.

There’s a second of rustling before he hears your voice again,

“What’d you say?”

“I need you,” he whines, pressing his hand against his vent to stop more pee from leaking out.

“What’s the matter? Are you safe?”

Levi lets out a frustrated groan,

“Yes, look I need you here so I can take your eggs out, they’re- I have to pee so bad and they’re making it worse, it hurts so bad, and I’m so crazy horny at the same time– ew why did I tell you that?” he whines, humiliation making him feel hot, hotter than he already feels. Unable to help himself he continues rambling, “like I’m probably sitting in a puddle with how wet I am– ugh– I just need you here, please, ple-”

“Okay,” you breathe into the phone, and Levi feels a tingle go down his spine at how flustered you sound, “okay, shit, I’ll be there soon baby, can you wait twenty minutes? Can you last that long?” Levi scrunches his eyes shut, knowing every second of that twenty minutes is going to be agony for him.

“Yeah, just hurry? Please?” he hates that he sounds so small, but Levi doesn’t think he’s ever been this desperate before.

“I’ll see you soon,” you promise, and with that you hang up.

Levi feels more and more like a caged animal with each second that passes. It’s right when he considers dropping his pants and pissing on the floor, letting the eggs drop out of him, and humping the puddle that’d form on the ground to get off, when you enter his room.

“Thank fuck,” Levi feels relief pass through him at the sight of your face.

“Sorry I made you wait,” you tease as you make your way to his desk chair and take him into your arms.

“It’s okay,” Levi whispers, and you lay him gently into his bed, “I’m gonna pee, I have to pee, I’m sorry, I held it for so long, I’m so full,” he rambles while you strip him of his clothes.

“It’s okay Leviachan,” you practically tear off your own clothes next, “lay back and relax baby, let me take care of you,” Levi does as he’s told and melts like butter into his bed.

“You can let go now, baby,” you coo, pressing down on the now very obvious protrusion on his stomach. Levi keens, but it takes him a moment before a spurt of piss leaves his vent.

“Oh there we go,” you moan as a heavy stream leaves his body, soaking you entirely. You both moan simultaneously, Levi’s eyes rolling back into his skull at the relief, and your eyes glued to the way his piss splashes against your cock. Your dick is hot and heavy already, bobbing against your abdomen as you watch Levi piss himself. It’s not long before the first egg begins to press itself out of Levi’s vent.

“Good boy,” you moan, pressing gently against the bulge in his stomach to help him along. Levi purrs loudly at the praise, gurgling and bubbling in some nonhuman language.

“Ungh,” he grunts when the first egg slides out of him. You take it, tossing it elsewhere,

“Feel better?” you ask, rubbing his belly soothingly. He nods dumbly, his stream dying down. You inch your hand from his stomach to his bladder, down to his vent. He’s wet from pissing in front of you and being edged for hours, making it easy to slip your fingers inside of him. With your help it’s not long before you’ve got all but one egg removed from his vent.

He's a panting, whining mess by the time he finishes. Levi’s flushed from his face down to his chest, his legs trembling, and his eyes watering. Fueled by your praise, and the pleasurable stretch from the eggs, his vent is sticky and gooey enough that you haven’t had to use lube.

Levi tells you more about it later, but in the moment you don't know about just how intense it is for him to push out the eggs. The way they stretch and rub against his gooey vent walls as they leave has him seeing stars. Not to mention the way he's grown so attached to the eggs, and the fact that they're yours; there's an emotional aspect to it that overwhelms him. He feels an abnormal sense of pride over the fact that he kept them so safe, and that you're going to have so many babies together.

There's a feeling of emptiness that sinks in with each egg that he pushes out. On one hand it's a relief, that his hemipenis have more room to wiggle around, and the pressure on his bladder being relieved is euphoric. On the other hand, Levi got very accustomed to feeling full, and he's already starting to miss it. The language that slips past his tongue tells you all of this and more, but it falls on deaf ears for now.

“Just one more darling, you’ve done so well so far,” Levi hiccups at your praise, his face scrunching as he concentrates on flexing his vent to push out the final egg.

When the last one stretches and slides out of his vent, you cheer, and he lets out an exhausted wail.

“Aw so good baby, so good, you did so good,” you heap on the praise. Levi looks at you with his big, wet amber eyes, his bottom lip wobbling. You worry it was too much, and that he’s overstimulated or hurt in some way.

Before you can get a word in edgewise, Levi sobs “I feel empty,” pathetically, fat tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart,” relief floods through your body at the fact that there’s not something terribly wrong. You brush his sweat soaked hair away from his forehead, “want me to fill you back up again?” you ask, looking at him for confirmation. Levi nods his head,

“Please?”

You pull away from his body to blindly feel for the lube that’s somewhere around his bed, watching intently as Levi’s tentacle cocks squirm out of his vent now that the eggs are gone. They add to the sticky, wet shine that coats Levi’s thighs, vent, and belly as they search for something to grind against.

It’s an incredibly difficult task, but somehow you manage to coat your cock with the lube while letting your other hand rub and stroke his hemipenis.

“Ooh!” Levi’s sobs are interrupted when he feels your hand touching him, his head knocks back against one of his pillows at the intensity of the sensations. You’re reminded that the eggs rubbing and moving against his cocks have been subtly edging him for hours.

“Oh Levi, baby,” you coo, but your sympathy falls on deaf ears as Levi’s crying starts up again– this time from pleasure, not pain.

“Please,” Levi begs, his voice cracking. He’s not asking for anything in particular, but you know what he wants.

Gently, you rub your cock against his puffy, sensitive vent. Levi keens, nearly hyperventilating. You take a hold of one of his sweaty hands, “need you to take a deep breath for me, darling,” you stress as you rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb. Levi sobs, frustrated that he’s so close to getting what he wants, and yet you’re making him wait for it. He then closes his eyes, and takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths.

It’s only once he’s calmed down a bit that you slide your cock inside of him. Levi lets out a long, drawn out moan when he’s once again filled up, his sobs slowly subsiding.

“Thanks,” he hums softly, so quiet you nearly can’t hear him at all. You smile, continuing to press yourself into him until your hips are flush against his clammy ones. Levi looks at you dreamily, utterly sedated from having your cock inside of him.

You let out a groan when you’re balls deep; he’s so hot and sticky inside, clenching around you like he’s trying to suck you in further. You’re not sure that you’re going to last long, but Levi isn’t any better off.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Levi starts pissing as soon as you thrust your hips. He must have not gotten all of it out with his first release you think as you both moan simultaneously. The second stream of pee leaving his bladder makes the two of you more wet and sticky than ever before. You’re unable to hold back the erratic, quick thrusts of your hips as you watch him let go for a second time.

Levi’s cocks are thrashing around excitedly, and you bring a hand down to soothe them. He lets out a choked moan when you touch them, his vent twitching and squeezing around you. He’s going to cum soon, and you know you’ll follow right after.

His stream dies down eventually– with a few quick, short spurts leaving his vent before he’s finally done– and then all it takes is a couple more perfectly timed, perfectly angled thrusts for him to cum all over you. His hemipenis throb as cum shoots from their tips onto his stomach and chest. Levi arches his back, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“Gonna cum,” you sigh, so quietly you think Levi might have missed it entirely. But his eyes snap open, looking at you intently,

“Inside, cum inside, fuh-fill me, please,” he begs, wrapping his shaky, sticky legs around your waist.

His begging pulls you over quickly, and you cut him off with a deep moan of his name on your lips. You make sure to press yourself flush against him, pushing your cock as far inside of him as you can manage as you cum, satiating Levi’s need to be filled up.

Fucking him through your orgasm, you only stop when Levi sobs and hiccups. You pull out and try your best to lay next to him within his small bed, ignoring his nasally whine when you leave him empty again.

“Wow,” Levi breathes after a moment, his voice hoarse and strained from how noisy he got.

“Good, huh?” you tease, pulling his limp body into your arms. Levi purrs softly and snuggles into you, noddling his head.

“Well yeah,” he huffs, “I’m the one who suggested it, so uhh obviously it was gonna be good lol!” he snickers. You laugh along with him, still so pleased with how much more confident and comfortable he’s gotten in your relationship.

“Next time I want to try more eggs,” he tells you, and you’re surprised he’s already thinking about a next time.

“We can talk more about “next time,” in a bit,” you suggest, honestly excited for what other ideas he may have, “right now though, I think we should focus on getting cleaned up.” The pee surrounding the two of you has gone cold, and you would much rather be submerged in the welcoming warmth of a nice bath right now.

Levi snorts and nods his head, “yeah, I’m literally so sticky and gross right now,” he peels his thighs apart, revealing how your cum is currently leaking from his vent and mutters, “yuck.”

It takes a bit to get him there, but soon you have Levi in the bath, leaning against you. There’s a comfortable quiet between the two of you, but it doesn’t last long, as Levi soon begins to ramble about his big plans for the next time that you breed him full of your eggs.

#title is a pun on 'they put bugs in him'#cw oviposition #p/iss #cw dacryphilia #sub levi #spice

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sky-kiss · 3 months

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Bargain

A/N: Did you want context for this ficlet? NO. NO CONTEXT. Anyway. Have something weird.

Raphael x GN!Tav: Bargain

Avernus had no morning or night.

It drove most mortals to madness. They required the stability of their sun and stars, celestial order in its finest form. Mortals were not designed for the infinite, life, light, or anything. Transient little beasts, he thinks, a hint of fondness interwoven with the more pressing disgust.

Tav has adapted well enough. They sleep when necessary and rise when the mood takes them. They prowl the House’s halls like some ill-tempered cat.

“When can I go free?” They demand, lingering near the doorway.

Raphael cocks his head to the side, marking their omnipresent defiance and the stubborn jut of their jaw. He finds it beautiful and infuriating, another touch of their world’s chaos—intoxicating. He’ll have worn them down to the marrow in another century or two. Tav will stare at him with dewy eyes, their dreams shattered around their feet like so many shards of glass. The cambion folds his hands across his belly. “Even should we disregard the terms of your contract, my dear: nowhere. The world will not have you.”

“I might wander; I could help.”

“You could have done many things, o’ apple of my eye. Mortality is potential. But,” Raphael motions around them. “Here we are: you tied yourself to my House. And I am not in the habit of relinquishing my toys.”

Outrage flares to life in their eyes—precisely as he desires. He prefers their fire and their hate to the placidity of his debtors. Tav stands to the full extent of their height. They cross to him, stiff-backed and ever-so-sure of themself. Tav hooks one finger beneath his chin, tipping his face up to look at them.

And, ah! There is their rage! At themself, at the situation…seduced by his honeyed words and their desperation. Tav bars their teeth and leans in to kiss him, featherlight. Their chapped lips taste of salt.

Raphael chuckles, reaching up to tap a claw against their cheek before they can pull away. “Tell me, Tav: what are you?”

A practiced question with an equally practiced answer. The little beast bites him. “Yours, master.”

And the cambion delights in their tone. In it is every act of mortal defiance. It screams for freedom; it says they will not break.

But all things had their breaking point. Raphael has an eternity to find Tav's. “Yes, sweetling. Mine.”

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #my writing #bg3 fanfiction

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satorisoup · 5 months

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Are you writing for Sugawara? If yes, can you write something where Sugawara is the (fem!)Reader's (if you're okay with that?) crush. They're out with friends in an izakaya and she thinks he's flirting with someone else (bc she has zero self-confidence, and why would he be interested in her and so on). And obviously she's sad about it but later she goes outside for fresh air and he comes to find her, somehow admitting his feelings (this is so self indulgent, I'm sorry, I may be getting more drunk than I intended bc my crush is flirting with any girl but me). Or generally any hurt/comfort with Sugawara if you write for him.

Sorry for this weird request, feel free not to write it, if it doesn't resonate with you!

Have a nice weekend.

#SUGAWARAS UNEXPECTED CONFESSION

#A/N : fun fact suga was my first favorite when i started watching haikyuu. dont worry this request isn’t weird at all, dont apologize. hoping things get better for you!

#WARNINGS : f!reader. cursing. alcohol mentions. angstish to comfort. aged up.

tonight was supposed to be an evening to celebrate. to wash away the worries and stress from work. to overcome exhaustion and fatigue for a few hours. to “stop being a hermit and live a little!” as shoyo would say.

so here you are, sitting at a nice table in a popular izakaya spot, your friends surrounding you. cheer and laughter, pink dusted cheeks from the buzz of the alcohol becoming prominent amongst their faces.

and you couldn’t miss the way sugawara chuckled lightly at something asahi had said, the small glass in his hands held by his fingertips, lifting it to his lips as he took a sip.

sugawara was nothing short of all you wanted and more. a silly high school crush carried throughout the years and turned into something more. a burning passion and adornment for him, some might call it love. and you couldn’t really deny it. however, you never really got the chance to tell him either. you remained close friends, spending time together quite often which you were more than grateful for, and you weren’t one to throw it all away.

ice dancing in your neglected glass of “something fruity”, per your request, you watched it slowly melt.

sugawara and a few others stood up to walk to the bar, waving down the bartender to order another round, and you stayed sat in your seat.

your gaze from your cup lifted to glance at him, and honestly, you really wish you hadn’t looked.

there stood sugawara and a random girl who must’ve took it upon herself to come and introduce herself to him. her hair bounced with each step she took and her lips shone from the pink gloss she had on. and sugawara was talking back to her. that casual toothy smile that you’d been admiring for so long was grinning at her, and her hand came up to dance her fingers along his shoulder.

you shouldn’t of felt so fucking bothered. you were hot, sweating almost. maybe it was the few sips of alcohol, or maybe it was the saddened rage that burned in your heart. you silently stepped out of your chair, leaving your bag and heading to the entrance to take a step outside. fresh air.

“so, sugawara, are you single?”

“sorry, but i actually have my heart set on someone already.”

you stood with your back against the outside wall, gaze to the floor. sugawara was someone you desired. someone you loved. someone you had spent countless times thinking about before you went to sleep. but he wasn’t yours.

self doubts had filled your mind more than once, and now wasn’t an exception. you couldn’t help but think. maybe if your lips were shinier, maybe if your put more effort, maybe if you had just told him in highschool you could’ve faced the rejection then.

your eyes stayed trained to the floor, almost not noticing the sudden presence at your side.

“y/n? what are you doing out here?”

oh. the universe really didn’t like you today, you supposed.

“nothing, koshi. just needed some fresh air.” you replied.

“oh okay. well why don’t you come on back inside? you’ve barely touched your drink.” he said, and you looked up to catch his eyes. a soft smile grazed his lips and he gestured his hand to the door.

“i don’t know, i think i might just go home. im not feelin’ the best.” you lied through your teeth.

“are you sure? i mean it’s not the same without you, you know.”

why did he have to be so god damn sweet. he still displayed a little smile on his face and you really just had to wonder why. why was he bothering to get you to stay. why did he care.

“that girl in there seemed to like you. you know you dont have to do this suga. just go have fun.”

you really didn’t care what was coming out of your mouth or how stupid you sounded saying it. you just wanted to go.

“i turned that girl down. i told her i had my heart set on another. so yes, i do have to do this. because it’s you.”

you practically choked on nothing as your eyes darted to suga’s. he held that kind smile, a soft hand held out to you, beckoning you not to leave.

“what exactly are you saying suga…”

“im saying i denied her for you. you’re the one my hearts set on. so please, if it’s mutual, come with me inside.”

suga stared at you with pure sincerity, corners of his lips never once faulting.

maybe the universe noticed your shitty treatment, or maybe it just wanted to mess with you for a bit of time. but it finally, finally listened to your heart.

“well, it took you long enough, koshi.”

#anime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #satorisoup #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara kōshi #hq sugawara #sugawara x you #sugawara x y/n #sugawara headcanon #koshi sugawara #haikyuu suga #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x imagines

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Kinkmas - Day 22: Corruption W/ DPR ian

Post Date: 22nd December 2022 Content: Smut - Christian Yu/ DPR ian x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Friends with benefits/ Corruption/ Fuckboy!Chris/ Inexperienced Reader/ Reader has vulva/ Princess/ Bondage (Rope)

Summary: Of course, he couldn’t help himself from tainting you with his deepest and darkest desires when it’s a season to be good.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

Another friend-holiday Christmas.

Yet this time, it’s just you and Chris, as everyone is all coupled up and being sickly cute with their significant others. Leaving you and Chris to spend the date that was planned, alone together.

This would be a totally innocent friend Christmas date. You're friends - yes, both single but nothing could ever possibly happen, right?

What else better to do on the day than to watch Christmas films that you’ve both seen multiple times before, and try your absolute best to find another to watch that you haven’t seen.

Regardless, none of the options were standing out for you both.

"Fuck this," Chris sighs, throwing the controller onto the coffee table in front of you both after pressing play on a random Christmas film.

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden frustration, making him side-eye you. Very unimpressed by your reaction to his outburst but that pearly white smile breaks free when he softens up, acknowledging that there was a little comedy to how he went about it.

"So what have you done this week?" You break the ice first after staring into his eyes for a little longer than you expected to, almost getting lost in them as you try and hide your sudden attraction to your friend but this doesn't go a miss by him.

"Oh, nothing really. Just the usual, but I, unfortunately, won't see that girl again. She thinks I was weird for asking her to try something," Chris replies with the most nonchalant face ever.

This was a regular occurrence and you have to be honest, you're never phased when he talks about his experience with girls but you were always curious how he manages to get around like that.

Being relatively inexperienced yourself, you always wonder what it was like to have the chance to be laid by him. It was evident that your interest peaked, fully facing him as you rest your hands in your lap, being ready to fully listen to him whilst the TV plays in the background, "What was it?".

With wide eyes, Chris wasn't expecting you to ask that but is more than happy to share anyway, "I just wanted to try to see how things would pan out if I was in complete control, giving instructions and tying her to the bed. But I guess she wasn't into that stuff".

With every single hair standing up on your body from the slight shyness you're feeling after hearing it, your core starts to ache for attention.

Although, you try to keep yourself composed because you didn't know where you stand with him, "That sounds pretty fun, though!".

Your reply was to sound playful, but the more you look at him, the more you realise that you found yourself being sexually frustrated with him, practically a virgin wanting to be ruined by him.

"Oh yeah? I think it does, we should try it," The teasing in his voice makes your eyes widen to the size of plates as you swallow hard, heart racing until he finishes his sentence, "I'm only joking".

Feeling slightly better but now you feel as though you missed your chance.

It was now or never, make or break the moment as you gain a bit of confidence to get cheeky and playful, "I'm not joking though".

He doesn't even react in a bad way at all, just a smirk extending on his face as he inches closer to you, closing the gap until he's practically hovering over you, "Are you sure you're not joking? Once we start, I don't think I could stop," Chris growls lightly, making you whimper at the sudden change in your friend.

Despite how shy you were, you push through with your confidence, letting him guide you to his bedroom and wait for him to start giving you instructions, just as he'd want.

But not before his lips attach to yours, biting on your bottom lip that gets caught between his teeth and his tongue swipes against yours.

The way he kisses you makes you feel like you're on cloud 9, never would've imagined for it to feel that good but you're in store for the rest.

With gradual movement, his hands slip under your shirt and swiftly removes it from your body.

Remembering what he wants to try, he stops in his tracks as he leans back on his heels, eyes like a predator on you as the smirk just grows even bigger, "Take your clothes off, real slow for me princess".

Doing as you're instructed to do, you can't help but get even hotter to the touch, with slight hesitance in your actions as you remove the items of clothing off of your body, playing them on the floor whilst you await further instructions.

"Turn around, face down and ass up with your hands behind your back, let me see you like that," He growls in a whisper so seductively into your ears, nipping at it before letting you move your body around.

Tying your wrists behind your back and connecting them to your ankles, you hiss at the tightness of the rope, whimpering when he only tightens them a little more and gives your ass a huge smack.

"Look at you, innocent inexperienced you getting tied up. Never thought I'd see the day," He quips, the cocky and teasing voice in full swing as he leans over your back to whisper into your ear again, "You're all mine now, princess".

"Let's see how much of me can you take, huh?" He continues, making you whimper and beg for him to do something with you other than tease you.

But in reality, that just adds more fuel to the fire, making him want to drag this out as long as possible to see how badly you break for him.You sure are innocent, and he knows that.

He knows the very little experience you have, but by god does he want to ruin that innocence that for some reason, you've always tried to hold on to until now? And now, you're never going to want anything, or anyone else.

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